“I love you, idiot,” Y/N confessed, an anxious feeling wrenching at her gut. The boy’s face illuminated in happiness as the words left her mouth. Peter’s eyes lit up as he leaned in and feverishly kissed her, smiling against her lips.
“I love you too, dork,” He asserted, skimming his thumb across her jaw as he gazed into her E/C hues dreamily.
W A R R E N W O R T H I N G T O N
“Y-You what?” Warren repeated for the third time as his eyes shot open at the final realization at what she said. He shot forward, tackling the girl onto the floor as he placed small, yet hungry kisses upon her face, and then one on her lips.
“I love you too,” He said, getting off of her, and carrying her bridal-style back to his dorm in confidence.
A L E X S U M M E R S
Alex nearly choked on his beer as those words left Y/N’s mouth, Jubilee’s jaw dropped, Jean passed Scott a twenty dollar bill with a shit-eating grin, and Peter wolf whistled as loud as he possibly could. His Azure-Blue gaze shifted to your serious expression, and without thought, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was full of hunger and need, and for a split second, he forgot he wasn’t alone with her. He let go of her, and her fingers were at her lips, tracing where his were in shock.
“I knew that,” He asserted with a smirk. “But do you know what’s cool?” Alex’s smirk disappeared, and a smile found it’s way onto his lips. “I love you too,”
“I told you, sucker,” Jean smirked, as Scott’s face was dumbstruck.
C H A R L E S X A V I E R
“That’s quite a stupid thing to say,” Charles stated with confusion placed all over his usual calm expression. “But I can say that I love you too,” He admitted, adverting his Icy-Blue hues away from her E/C ones. The woman’s petite hands found their way to the collar of the button-down he was wearing, and she’d crashed her lips onto his. His arms snaked around her waist, and he smiled against her lips as they kissed.
S C O T T S U M M E R S
Scott dropped the Pop can he held in his hand, Jubilee squealed like the little girl she was, Peter said something disgustingly funny, and Alex said something completely vulgar and amazing as the words finally escaped your lips. “R-Really?” Scott choked out, his jaw basically touching the floor at this point.
“Of course, goofball,” She confirmed, a chuckle and a small ‘idiot’ coming from Alex, his lovely older brother. Scott was beaming in joy, as he snaked his arms around Y/N’s waist, picked her up, and proceeded to spin her around as he kissed her.
“I love you too, Y/N,” He agreed, a smile plastered on his face.
aaa I’d like to request something for Ethan? like where you’re having a hard time going to sleep & Ethan sings & cuddles ^^
I am sorry I am not sure if your requests are open and if you have something like this, but could you please write something where the reader has a nightmare that sends her into a fit and Ethan sings her to sleep? Sorry and thank you
Warnings: this is so sappy ew
I DON’T OWN THE SONG USED
God it was really cold. Not actually. But that’s what it felt like to you- and you weren’t even conscious. Deep in a clasp of discomfort, your body involuntarily wiggled itself around.
Turning up pillows and thin laying sheets, you were suddenly struck awake all at once.
Crisp sweat coated your forehead and your eyes conveyed immediate disunderstanding.
‘A nightmare.’ you had thought.
They hadn’t frequented you since you were small. Horrid spinal figures prancing around your head was enough to keep you awake, adult or not. A childish dream- that’s what it was.
You chanced your eyes at the digital clock that stood upon your bedside table.
Without you hearing came footsteps in the outside corridor. Your door opened silently and someone pushed themselves within your doorway.
“(Y/n)?” spoke a voice.
It had scared you half to death, flinching violently in your spot upon the small bed. The words had really come from your friend; Ethan.
Seems he was awake as well, due to editing schedules. Ethan was even wearing headphones around his neck as he entered the room. His blue eyes may have matched yours in dull fatigue but they did not offer fear in the same way. They did, however, hold concern.
“Barely.” you mumbled “A goddamn… damn nightmare.”
You thought that he’d laugh, sure of it. But Ethan’s face never flashed amusement- didn’t contort into a wolf grin.
“Really?” he questioned; worried.
Stepping up to your bed noiselessly, Ethan removed his headphones, placing them by your bedside. He sat quaintly on the edge of the furnishment.
“Fancy talking about it?” the male asked, trying to be light.
If you were to speak about it, you were sure sleep wouldn’t come to you again that night. So as a response, you instead shook your head- peering down at your lap sadly.
“Oh…” said Ethan.
He felt a little defeated. The boy wanted to help his friend, but now he didn’t know exactly what else he could do. The both of you were close, out of everyone else that lived with you in the house.
You two were close.
“What if I were to sing to you, then?”
Ethan’s words were usually soft, but in the instance, they were soaked with empathy.
You didn’t even take time to look at him through the darkness. You pushed forth a dry “Okay.”
“Okay…” the boy repeated.
Awkwardly, he shifted on your bed. He wasn’t sure why he was even in your room. He had let himself in, without even asking first. What an idiot. Then he goes about and asks if he can sing to you? It’s two in the morning, I guess, what has he got to lose.
“You are…” he began.
Ethan was really going through with it. Ultimately surprised, your past fear began to spill away, anticipation replacing it.
“You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey.”
Ethan’s voice sounded coarse at first; unsure. Though either way, it was skillful. Beautiful. Immediately, it lightened your spirits.
“You’ll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please, don’t take
The blue haired boy then began to hum a bit.
“You’re making me tired again.” you uttered, not fighting heavy eyelids.
You sitting position started to falter, wavering unsteadily for many moments, before eventually landing yourself upon Ethan’s shoulder gently.
Abruptly, his hummed silenced. Charming the darkness with red cheeks, Ethan opened his mouth once more. He let go of a hushed, quiet melody.
“The other night dear,
when I lay sleeping.
I dreamt I held you in my arms.”
Ethan protectively embraced your sleeping form with only one of his arms, the other lay still upon his lap. Afterwards, he sweetly pushed you back down against your soft bed, laying atop of you your duvet.
“When I awoke dear,
I was mistaken.
So I hung, my head…”
Ethan silenced himself for a moment, viewing you in thought. He stood to leave, grabbing his headphone and replacing them around his neck. The boy couldn’t help but smile as he looked back to you just as he reached the doorway.
“So I hung, my head… and cried…” you mumbled dreamily, allowing a sleepy smile to pull upon your lips as you slept.
“I killed their pack leader,” Sevro says when I ask why the wolves follow him. He looks me up and down and flashes me an impish grin from beneath the wolf pelt. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t fit in your skin.”
The nogitsune’s power doesn’t leave Stiles after the spirit is defeated. No, it seems Stiles was changing and knowing what that darkness did to his friends he refuses to put them in danger again. He leaves without a word. Now in a new city with not quite new friends Stiles realizes no one can run forever. Because family doesn’t back down and also, yeah, that fuckin’ tree really is talking to him.
It’s just sexual, it’s just sexual. It doesn’t mean anything. Derek repeated it over and over in his head like a masochistic mantra, gritting his teeth and clenching the steering wheel dangerously tight. Just sexual. Doesn’t mean anything. But his self-flagellating thoughts couldn’t drown out the memory of Stiles’ husky moans; his breathy sighs; the soft, almost inaudible gasp he had made as he’d come, calling out Derek’s name.
When Stiles is late for a Pack meeting, Derek and the pack grow concerned. Derek decides he can’t stand around while his mate, the man he had been in love with since he set eyes on, could be in danger. And so he sets off in search for his mate. What will he find? He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he has to find his mate, before its too late.
While Stiles is on his morning run, he bumps into a huge, black wolf. Stiles didn’t know that it would change his life for good.
The wolf rolls its eyes; well- Stiles thinks that it did. “Well, sorry that I asked! Jeez.” Stiles snorts. “Isn’t it obvious…?” Stiles frowns and stares at the wolf. “Wha- did you- you talked to me just now! That’s awesome! Can every werewolf do that?” Stiles grins excitedly. The wolf freezes, its eyes widening comically and it stared at Stiles for a long time, until saying: “You- you can hear me?” The wolf asks.
a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.
“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.
Lydia huffed, “With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”
Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.
Hale x Reader
Warning: Fluff, cuteness, sick!Reader, maybe a swear word or two
Word Count: 1.2k+
Heyo! I saw you wanted requests, so could u do a Derek hale x
reader where she’s his mate (human, but knows about everything) and he keeps
her secret from the pack because he’s worried about the people out to get him.
Suddenly she gets sick tho and he’s gotta take care of her which leads to the
pack being curious and worried about where he is every day for a week. Fluff
please :3 thanks lovie!
A/N: Wow I haven’t written for Teen
Wolf in such a long time! I’m sorry about that, most of my focus has been on my
main blog @Lady-Thor-Foster. I’m excited about picking my fics back up again
and writing new ones! Chapter Two of Muse is coming out ASAP. I’m still taking
A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you all have enjoyed Spoopy Week! There may be one or two more Halloween imagines up today, but still it is sadly the end of Spoopy Week! Love you all!
“My Halloween party is going to be great! You coming, (Y/N)?” Alex asked, his face covered with a wide grin.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Who’s going?” You asked, smiling just as brightly as he was.
“I invited pretty much everyone we know.” Alex said.
“Even Eliza?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Oh, shut up!” Alex yelled, his face turning a bright red.
“Don’t be embarrassed, you two are cute together.” You said, causing Alex’s face to grow an even brighter red.
“Stop!” Alex covered his face with his hands.
“Hey, Hamilton!” You stopped your teasing to see Jefferson approaching the two of you.
“What do you want, Jefferson?” Alex growled, glaring at the puffy haired man.
“Just wanted to ask you something about your Halloween party tonight. Is it a costume party?” He asked, shifting his eyes every so often to look at you.
“Yes, it is and you better be wearing a good costume.” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Why wouldn’t a Halloween party be a costume party?”
“Wait! You invited Jefferson?” You asked in horror.
“I said that I invited everyone we knew.” Alex shrugged.
“I didn’t think that included him!” You exclaimed, pointing at Jefferson.
“I’m still standing here.” Jefferson said, watching in distaste at the exchange between you and Alexander.
“I noticed.” You rolled your eyes.
“Chill, (Y/N). I invited him to show him that I throw the best parties and that he could never out do me.” Alex smirked at Jefferson.
“I never throw parties.” Jefferson said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.
“Exactly.” Alex nodded his head, looking very proud of himself.
“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You asked Alex, looking down at your watch.
“Damn it! Thank for reminding me. See you tonight!” Alex called over his shoulder, beginning to sprint down the street.
“So, what are you dressing up as tonight?” Jefferson asked, his eyes still on Alex’s retreating figure.
“Why do you want to know?” You asked, ready to defend yourself.
“Just curious.” He shrugged, turning to face you.
“I’m not sure yet, I’m not as lucky as you.” You said, watching Jefferson’s face contort in confusion.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his head tilting slightly.
“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.” You shook your head sadly.
“Wow, (Y/N). That was low.” Jefferson glared at you.
“Yeah, I know. See you tonight, Jefferson.” You turned and began walking away. Jefferson’s eyes not straying from your back until you turned a corner.
You arrived at Alex’s house when the party was already in full swing. You were only a half hour late, yet it looked as if everybody had already arrived. You smiled at those you knew, as you pushed your way through the house.
“(Y/N)!” You heard a girl scream from across the living room.
“Eliza!” You squealed, racing into the girls open arms. “You look adorable.”
You grinned at Eliza’s costume. She was dressed as Sandy Dee from Grease and from where you were standing, it looked like Alex had dressed up as Danny Zuko.
“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think Alex would actually be okay with dressing up as Danny Zuko.” She blushed, glancing over at Alex. “But, I love your costume! You’re actually matching someone that already came.”
“I am?” You looked down at your costume. “Someone dressed up as an old lady?”
You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You couldn’t think of a single costume that would match this. An old lady? A lumberjack?
“No silly, he’s dressed as the Big Bad Wolf.” She grinned, winking at you. “Maybe the two of you could hook up tonight.”
“Hm, maybe. That does sound a bit kinky though.” You smirked, winking back at her.
“Oh my God, speaking of the devil. Good luck.” She hugged you again, quickly walking to Alexander’s side.
“Looks like we’re matching.” You turned, your face inches apart from the man dressed as the wolf.
“It would seem so.” You said, studying the man in front of you. He seemed distinctly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Would it be rude of me to hope you didn’t bring a date to this party?” He asked, smiling at you.
“Why would you not want me to bring a date?” You laughed, raising a brow at the strange question.
“Because I was hoping that I could spend the majority of the night with you.” He laughed with you.
“I would enjoy that very much. Want to go get a drink with me?” You motioned to the kitchen.
“It would be my pleasure.” He held out an arm for you to loop yours through.
The two of you got shot after shot. You never ran out of things to talk about, and agreed on many topics. That didn’t mean that you disagreed on some things, but even then he was able to be very respectful of your opinion and try to see it from your perspective.
Talking to him seemed like one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. As the night was drawing to a close, you grew sad. You didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You hadn’t even learned his name yet!
“I like you a lot, wolfy.” You smiled, leaning slightly on him.
“I like you too, red.” He kissed the top of your head lightly.
“I’ve honestly never felt like this with someone before. Is that weird of me to say?” You looked up at him, slightly nervous to hear his response.
“Not at all, I feel the exact same way. I’ve never been able to connect with someone this easily.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.
“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed, watching people say their goodbyes.
“It doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come home with the Big Bad Wolf?” He smirked.
“I would love too.” You smirked back at him, the two of you walking hand in hand past a very shocked Alexander. “What’s his deal?”
“I have no idea.” You could see Eliza having to hold back Alexander from running straight at you. The look of horror on his face was unforgettable.
You slowly woke up, the sun blinding your eyes. The sun never shined in your room like this. You shifted slightly in the bed, the sheets feeling softer than normal. You shrugged it off, nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, only to feel it vibrate with a laugh.
“Well, good morning to you too.” A deep voice rumbled in your ear.
You shot up in shock, looking around at your surroundings. This was most definitely not your room. You heard another chuckle from behind you. You slowly turned around, to be face to face with Jefferson.
“Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes widening.
“Hi.” He smiled at you. The surprising thing was, it was a genuine smile, not one of his smug smirks.
“How did we end up here?” You asked, fidgeting with your untamed hair. Unconsciously trying to get out the knots.
“You wanted to go home with me. Will you stop messing with your hair? Trust me you look beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed your hands gently.
“You’re the wolf?” You looked down at how easily the two of your hands had intertwined so easily.
“I thought you knew that…” Thomas started to trail off, you could see pain flash through his eyes.
“Um, no. Did you know it was me?” You asked, beginning to slowly play with his fingers.
“Yeah, I knew it was you when I came and approached you.” He watched with a small smile as you played with his hands.
“So we…” You trailed off, beginning to stare at his shirtless chest.
You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed that before. To say the least, it was very distracting.
“Yup…” He stared at you sadly. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position, (Y/N). I just assumed that you knew it was me and I hoped…”
“You hoped what?” You asked, looking at the bed. It was too hard to look him in the eyes.
“I hoped that you liked me as much as I liked you.” He sighed, slowly peeling his hands away from yours.
“What if I did like you back?” You asked, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his.
“What did you say?” He asked, perking up slowly.
“If I liked you back, what would we do? Cause my best friend hates you. Not to mention, that we constantly argue. I’m not sure if this would even work out, but what if I did like you?” Thomas slowly inched towards you, his face becoming inches from yours.
“Then I say, what the hell? I like you, you like me. This may not be love, but if it is, isn’t it said that it’s able to defy anything?” You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.
“Then, I like you. I like you a lot, Thomas.” You smiled, shifting your eyes from his, to his lips.
“Good, because I’ve liked you for way too long now.” He grinned, slowly closing the distance between you.
Derek has seen those fingers in action and now he can’t stop watching them. Opening bottles, tapping away on a laptop, loading a gun. It’s like Stiles is trying to drive him crazy. With his fingers. Derek also started to think about what other magic those fingers could work.
And it doesn’t take long for Stiles to catch on. And why not go all out and offer… them to Derek? Maybe he wants to try using his fingers in new ways. On Derek. Or in. Whatever he gets.
And Derek is more than happy to change… some things if he can get those fingers a lot closer to his body. And there are no objections for the rest of Stiles to come along.
Characters: Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.
“I just think we should see other people…at least I should. I don’t think you should.” Theo tells you as he pulls into your driveway.
“What the hell?” You unbuckle yourself and glare at him.
“I don’t mean anything by that I just think you aren’t ready for a new relationship.” He shrugs.
“Oh, thanks for deciding that for me.” You grunt as you get out of his car, slamming the door before running inside your house. You run straight up to your room and lock the door. You thought things were great. You were out for your one year anniversary when he dropped the bomb. He said he never loved you.
You step out of your dress and get under the covers, kicking off your shoes as you get in bed. What an asshat. You cry yourself to sleep with no intentions of going to school the next day.
You wake up the next morning and go to the bathroom. You look in the mirror at your smudged makeup and you sigh. All of this for a boy. You wash your face and brush your teeth before showering. When you get out you check the time…9:05. You’re definitely not going to school today. You can’t face him. You put on some ratty pajamas and go back to sleep on the couch.
You’re awoken by a noise at the front door. You sit up and look, thinking maybe there was a package but when you sit up you see your best friend Stiles ducking. You get up and open the door.
“What?” You ask as he stands up clumsily.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” He asks as he walks past you into the house.
You shrug. “I turned it off.” You sprawl out on the couch again and he sits at your feet.
“Are you sick or what?” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at you.
“No.” You pull your blanket over your head.
“Well, I came to talk about Theo.” He says.
“Noooo.” You groan and scoot away from him.
“So you know?” He asks and you uncover your face.
“Know what?” You sit up.
“He’s flirting with Malia.” He raises an eyebrow as you tear up slightly. “I told you he was a mistake.”
“Stiles, he broke up with me last night.” You let a tear fall as you pull your knees to your chest.
“Oh, Y/N…I didn’t know.” He whispers and shakes his head. “I’m a dumbass.”
“No, it’s fine. How could you know?” You bite your lip.
“How’d he do it? If you want to talk about it.”
You nod and sniffle. “He said that he never loved me…that he felt stuck and that he should see other people.” You wipe your eye.
“HE should see other people?” Stiles questions. You nod “Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche.” He gestures enthusiastically. You giggle and wipe your nose. “I’m serious, Y/N.”
Your home phone rang and you got up to answer it. “Hey.” It was Theo. “Do you think you could bring all of my stuff by? All of my hoodies and stuff.” You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Are you serious? Like I really want to know is this all a joke?” You yell.
“You need to calm down, Y/N. We broke up and I’ve moved past that.” He says condescendingly.
“Oh, you’ve moved on? We broke up less than 24 hours ago.” You hang up and slam the phone down, Stiles right behind you. You turn and look at him, tears falling again.
“Oh, come here.” He pulls you into your arms and you cry into his chest. You stay like this for awhile, his occasional passive aggressive mutters making you feel better.
“I’ll take your stuff over there.” He says as you both pull away.
“You will?” You smile and he nods. You pull him to your room and threw everything into a box, even things that reminded you of him. You watched as he took the overfilled box down to his Jeep.
When he returns he knocks frantically. You let him in and gasp when you see him. He puts his hands on his knees and gasps for air. He’s got a black eye and his lip is busted. You’re pretty sure his nose is bleeding and his knuckles are bloody.
“What happened?” You dig in his backpack for his inhaler and you hand it to him.
He stands up, holding a finger up as he uses it.
“Theo didn’t like that I was bringing your stuff and we fought.” He bites his lip before smirking. “I fisted his ass.“
Your eyes widen and you look up at him. “What? What did you just say?”
He uses his inhaler again before taking a deep breath. “I fisted his-”
You cover his mouth and laugh. “Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“
His eyes widen and he starts laughing too. You shake your head and lead him to the bathroom.
“Let me clean you up.” You say and you hop up on the counter. He nods and comes in between your legs as you set the alcohol and bandages on the counter.
“Can we please pretend I never said that?“ He says lowly and you giggle.
“What, that you fisted Theo?” He glares at you.
“Yes.” He says through his teeth.
You clean up the the blood around his nose and eyes as he winces in pain. “You don’t have to help me. I should be helping you.” Stiles says and you shake your head.
“It helps keep my mind off of things.” You say as you put a bandage under his eye. You pick his hands up and start cleaning them and bandaging them.
Stiles gives you a half smile and you can’t help but smile back.
“What the hell!” You hear Theo yell.
You and Stiles snap your heads over to him and you hop off of the counter, Stiles stepping back.
“Do I need to kick your ass again, Stilinski?” He shouts as he walks in the bathroom, pushing Stiles back.
“Watch it!” You step in between the two of them. “You broke up with me! You are the one who wanted this to be over!” You push him back. “Leave.” You point to the door.
He shakes his head and steps forward. “I brought your stuff.” He crosses his arms.
“How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?” Stiles snaps and glares at Theo.
“You’re going to let him talk to me like that!?” Theo’s jaw drops.
“You’re a dickdouche.” You push him back out of the bathroom as Stiles grins.
“Yeah.” He murmurs. Stiles always has your back.
“God, why are you always such a bitch?” He heads for the door.
“You should leave.” Stiles says as he follows him out.
“Now.” Theo walks out the door and Stiles slams it closed behind him, turning to look at you.
“So you’re single again?” Stiles grins.
I got a request for an imagine in which the reader is a new arrival in Kattegatt and the Ragnarssons take an interest in her. One night she asks one of the brothers if she can borrow a shirt to sleep in. The next day, the other brothers notice this and become jealous.
Sorry it took so long to finish.
You x one of the Ragnarssons
Warnings / tags: Flirting, drinking, drunken groping, partying with the Ragnarssons
You turn your head to see who is calling for you. Hvitserk comes
sauntering towards you, a wide smile decorating his face.
Hvitserk. You seem to be in a good mood today.”
certainly am now that I’m talking to you.” He replies. You feel
yourself blush lightly at the comment.
brothers and I are having a small gathering tonight, to celebrate
that our call to earls and kings has turned out to be so successful.
You should come.” You hesitate for a second; in the few days that
you’ve been in Kattegatt almost all of the Ragnarssons have shown an
interest in you. Going to this celebration will likely just increase
the tension between the brothers and according to rumours they
already have a very strained relationship. On the other hand, he
will be there. You realize that you’ve been quiet for quite some time
and that Hvitserk is staring at you.
come.” You answer, maybe a bit too eagerly.
He turns on his heel and begins to walk away again. After a few steps
he turns to face you and grins like a wolf.
to get shit faced.” He takes off running before you can answer.
Waking to the unmistakable scent of blueberry pancakes, Nesta rolled over to find her mate seated at her side. Offering a plate of her current obsession.
“I already ate mine,” Cassian admitted sheepishly. Leaving out the fact that also downed a liter of milk and gnawed on a raw potato. “The cravings were bad this morning.”
A knowing look passed between them as she grabbed the plate from his hands. The pancakes didn’t stand a chance. Nesta devoured them in record timing.
Grinning from ear to ear as she licked her fingers clean, Cassian took the plate and discarded it on the nightstand.
Taking in his glistening form and tied back hair, she knew what other symptoms had passed to him. “Hot flashes?” Humming to herself, she traced the latticework tattoo under his chest. The one that twinned her own. “You poor thing.”
Cassian let out a snort. “Someone’s feeling ornery this morning.” Pushing her hair over her shoulders so that he could take in the view, he gazed. Grinning at his stunningly gorgeous wife and mate, and what grew within her. “And after all the fun we had last night?“
If the cost was violent illness, Nesta would be willing to repeat that night over and over. Everything he did was magic. Everything she said was music to his ears. Had they not been so exhausted, the night would’ve ended on the tiled floor. Their limbs entangled, bodies connected.
She hoped he would sense, through their bond, what she was thinking.
“If you want,” Cassian interrupted her thoughts. “We can do that.”
“What about your duties, Commander?”
Huffing out an exasperated sigh, he shook his head furiously.
“Paternity leave,” he air quoted. “That’s what Rhys said. Insisted on, actually. As I have been nothing but a nuisance these past five months.” “Oh?” Nesta knew exactly what he meant, but let him carry on.
Ticking off his fingers, he counted the top reasons why. “One: I will never live down the awkward boner I got during a meeting with the warlords. You know, the one that your friend Helion happened to be sitting in on? He’s got that image forever stored away. Devlon blamed it all on ‘The Witch.‘ I had half a mind to agree with him.”
“That was a good day.” Nesta bit back a smile.
Cassian cleared his throat, unamused.
“Two: I nearly crashed into the House of Wind last week. Azriel redirected me before I did, of course.” He shuddered at the memory. “Then I cried. I cried and cried. Thanking him profusely. Telling him I love him and would be utterly lost without him.”
Nesta interrupted. “You would be utterly lost without him.” “Be that as it may-” His eyes daggers as he pulled her onto his lap.
Nuzzling her neck and stroking her belly, he counted his third and most obvious reason. “Right now, this is where I need to be. Here. With you.”
Melting into his arms with his wings shielding her eyes from the bright spring sun, Nesta was blissful.
“So,” He placed a peck behind her ear. “I will be here all day.”
It was hard for him to be in a time out, no matter the reason. Restless, Cassian would need to find other things to occupy his time. Nesta was more than willing to accept the challenge of keeping him busy.
“Lucky for us, it’s not a sick day.” She turned to kiss his cheek. “I like your face like this.”
He purred in response. “You like my face a lot of ways, sweetheart. Shaven. Unshaven. Bearded.”
Rubbing his cheek on her temple, he drawled, “On your chest.”
Reaching up with calloused hands, he gently cupped her breasts.
Trailing down, down, down he toyed with the waistband of her panties. “But I think you like my face best when it’s between your legs. When it’s drenched, as evidence of your pleasure.“
Experimentally, he dipped a warm finger in. Pleased with the wetness he found, he let out a dark chuckle.
Nesta was quaking. “Are you going to be like this all day?”
Throwing his head back, he bellowed a mighty laugh. “You give as much as you get and you know it!”
Feigning shock, Nesta pulled his hands from her. “I have no idea what you mean.“
“It means…“ His chest heaved against her back as he inhaled. “It means I could feel how much you wanted me last night. How you were aching at every word I said. Everytime I touched you, kissed you… Exhausted as we both were, you did not want me to stop.” She didn’t want him to stop then. She didn’t want him to stop now.
“It wasn’t premeditated.” Shaking his head, he pressed on. “But I certainly loved the reaction.”
Gulping, Nesta’s eyes rolled back as she replayed in her mind every word and action they exchanged just hours ago. Every promise she made.
“You know I keep my promises.” She stated, attempting to regain her bearings. “Where would you like to begin: Hold you, wash your hair, shave you?”
Cassian grinned like a wolf. “I’ve weighed my choices, taking everything into consideration.“ “And?”
“Why don’t you start with shaving this face you like so much?“ Once again, he rubbed his cheek on her. “We’ll see what happens from there, what promise I’ll cash in next.”
“Mmmm…” Nesta quivered at the contact.
“I’ll get the supplies. Meet me in the bathroom.” Pinching the fabric of her nightgown, he requested: “Please don’t change.”
“Anything else?” The thought that he found her irresistible with bed hair and a pregnant belly made her fall in love with him a little bit more.
Stealing a kiss and swaggering away, he called out:
@doragonhinansho had a bad day today, so I thought I’d give them a little pick me up in the form of a kid!fic in which dragons are awesome!!!
Stiles ducks his head, trying not to cry. Jackson is so mean. Dragons are cool.His mom told him
“You are such a loser,”
one of Jackson’s friends laughs, throwing the dragon Stiles got for his birthday
in the air, catching it expertly. He’ll probably join some kind of cool sports
team in high school, Stiles thinks, trying not to feel bitter about it. Stiles
has never been good at sports. He likes dragons and wolves and fighting mythical
creatures with his friends online. His mom says he’s cool and Stiles wants to believe her, but it’s kind of
hard when you go to school with Jackson- stupid-face-Whittemore.
“I am not,” Stiles says, not sure why he feels the need to
talk back. His dad told him it will get him in trouble one day. Maybe he should
stay quiet, but as he watches his new friend fall to the ground and get kicked
about like a ball, it’s either talk back or cry.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice suddenly sounds
from behind them, startling even Jackson who jumps.
Stiles turns, because he knows that voice, eyes widening as
he watches Derek Hale approach them.
Derek is sixteen and the cooler than Batman and Stiles kind of wants to marry him one day. Because girls
are more awesome than boys, but boys are prettier,
everyone knows that. And Derek is the prettiest.
Plus, girls have cooties. Scott says they don’t but Stiles isn’t so sure.
Blushing, Stiles scrambles up from the ground, making a dive
for his dragon, but Jackson just pushes him away and laughs.
“I said-” Derek says, coming up to stand in front him. “What.
Are. You. Doing?”
Jackson’s smile falters a little when Derek tilts his head
to the side, like all the Hales do. Derek’s big sister Laura is the best at it.
She made Jennifer Blake cry once for bullying Erica Reyes. Just by looking at her. Stiles is pretty sure she’s a superhero,
just like Derek.
“Nothing,” Jackson shrugs, ducking his head suddenly and kicking
at the ground. “Just tellin’ Stilinski he’ll never make friends if he keeps
playing with toys.” He smirks, glancing at Stiles, and Stiles wants the ground
to swallow him up.
Derek looks down then, frowning when he sees the dragon under
Jackson’s foot. “Is that your’s?” he asks, turning to Stiles.
Stiles starts to say no, because he doesn’t want Derek to
think he’s a loser too, but this might be his only chance to get Mr Firebreath
back. “Yes,” he whispers.
“Right,” Derek says, stepping into Jackson’s space a little
more until he gulps and moves back, off the toy. Bending down, Derek picks it
up and dusts it off. “It’s not too bad,” he tells Stiles. “But your mom might
want to wash it.” He holds it out for Stiles to take, a smile crossing his
features, and Stiles doesn’t know why, but it makes him feel like one of those pink
toasted marshmallows his mom buys inside.
Taking Mr Firebreath, Stiles resists the urge to apologise
to him, because only really little kids think toys have feelings. Well, really little
kids and Stiles.
When he looks back up, Jackson and his friends are already
walking away, muttering bad words under their breath, as Derek continues to
stare at them with a look Stiles knows is only for show. It’s his I-don’t-like-you
look. Stiles is happy he’s never given it to him. Derek’s actually really sweet
to Stiles. Most of the time. Even that one time Stiles accidentally dropped ice
cream on Derek’s new sneakers at the annual Hale barbecue. Derek had let Stiles
eat his whole tub of extra-large raspberry
ripple with chocolate swirls while he had tried to clean them. He didn’t even
tattle when his mom asked what happened.
That was the day Derek became Stiles’ hero.
“Sorry,” Stiles says, unable to meet Derek’s eyes.
“Why are you sorry?” Derek asks, crouching down so he’s
shorter than him.
“I shouldn’t have brought him- it- to school,” Stiles says,
waving Mr Firebreath a little.
Derek laughs. “It’s not your fault he got taken. Those boys
weren’t very nice.”
Stiles shrugs, feeling his cheeks grow hot. Derek probably
thinks he’s so dumb. “Dragons are
stupid,” he finds himself saying, hoping Mr Firebreath will forgive him later.
Derek laughs again and Stiles wants to run away. “Well, I think dragons are cool. If you don’t
want him anymore, I’ll take him.”
Stiles’ head snaps up at that, disbelieving. “You like dragons?” He blinks. “But- but
you play basketball!”
“It doesn’t mean I don’t think dragons are cool. I prefer
Stiles’ eyes light up. “My mom let me watch a movie once!”
he breathes excitedly, accidentally hitting Derek in the chest. Scott doesn’t
like werewolves. Stiles has never met anyone
who likes werewolves. “It was about a boy who plays basketball, like you!”
He looks away briefly, embarrassed when Derek raises an eyebrow at him. “He
could turn into a werewolf and it helped him win all the games,” he finished, shyly.
Derek grins. “Teen Wolf?” he asks. “You like that movie?”
Stiles nods, grinning. “Do you?”
Derek leans in, crooking his finger at Stiles and Stiles’
heart races. “If I tell you a secret
will you keep it for me?” he asks. Stiles nods, eyes wide as he waits, and then
suddenly Derek’s eyes are glowing and
his teeth are turning into fangs. “What do
“I think that’s a really cool trick,” Stiles grins, wanting to
touch Derek’s face because how did he do
Derek winks and the trick disappears. “Tell you what,” he says. “How about I take
you trick or treating this year. We can dress up.”
Stiles is going to die.
“Really?” he asks. “I mean-” He looks down, shrugging, trying to be cool. “If
you want, sure.”
Derek laughs again and ruffles Stiles’ hair. “Yeah, really.
We’ll show those boys just how cool werewolves and dragons can be, okay?”
Derek stands up then and as he walks away Stiles knows that he is definitely the boy he is going to marry.
Ten years later, Derek proposes with a dragon egg replica
from Game of Thrones and Stiles kisses him until his eyes glow, just like that