Request: Can I request an imagine from ’Green Eyed Alpha’ before Derek and the reader start dating where they keep looking each other and it’s always fluffy, angsty and awkward between them all the time? - Sorry, I changed it a bit but I hope it’s okay!
(Y/n) and Derek jumped apart when there was a knock on the door. Their lips were swollen and their clothes were rumbled as they stared at one another in shock. The knocking was persistent as Stiles waited for Derek to open the door.
“Dude, let me in” The werewolf hastily pulled his t-shirt over his head before rushing to greet Stiles.
“Wait, wait” (Y/n) whisper yelled before darting over to her boyfriend. She stood on the tips of her toes and started trying to flatten his hair that was adorably tousled from their somewhat heated make out session. Derek’s hands automatically settled on her hips and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.
“Seriously, just let me in, it’s important” He groaned against (y/n)’s lips before forcing himself to step away from her.
“Alright, I’m coming” Derek’s voice was hoarse as (y/n) snickered softly before going into their bedroom so Stiles wouldn’t see her. He pulled the door open, already annoyed with the teen for interrupting the only chance he’d had to see his girlfriend alone all week.
“What took you so long?” Stiles’ eyes analysed Derek’s face but he only scowled as he raised his eyebrows expectantly. Shaking his head, Stiles spoke. “Anyway, do you think Ben Affleck will make a good Batman?”
Derek stared at him blankly before exasperation pulled his face into a frown. “You came all this way to ask me that?”
Stiles was unaware of the werewolf’s aggravation as he nodded his head eagerly. “Yeah, Scott and I have a bet and I just wanted to know what you thought, I’m for batfleck personally but-“
He was cut off by Derek slamming the door shut, barely giving him a chance to move out of the way.
“Dude!” Derek ignored him as he made his way into his bedroom. (Y/n) was leaning against the headboard of the bed with a book in her lap.
“We’re moving” She only laughed as Derek crawled towards her before setting between her legs. Her hands ran through his hair, messing it up all over again.
“We should just tell them because as entertaining as that was, I’m sick of keeping this a secret” Derek nuzzled their noses together before rolling onto his side and bringing her with him so she was snuggled against his chest.
“We will, I promise” (Y/n) furrowed her brow as she traced patterns on his shirt.
“You said that last week when Scott nearly caught us” A heavy sigh escaped Derek’s mouth.
“I know, but now we’re dealing with the alpha pack and I don’t want to distract them, they’ve got enough to deal with already”
“We’re dating Derek, not announcing the start of the apocalypse” He snickered under his breath before pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Next time we see the pack, we’ll tell them” (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, annoyed that they couldn’t just tell them straight away. Before her mood could sour, Derek began to litter kisses across her face, sending her into a fit of giggles as she tried and failed to push him away. She was lying on her back when Derek settled on top of her, pressing a tender, slow kiss to her lips.
“I love you” His voice was soft as his eyes glowed with adoration.
“I love you too” Maybe they couldn’t tell the pack yet, but knowing that he loved her was enough.
Remus Lupin Meeting Your Muggle Parents For The First Time
Requested by @amandasinedahl
In which Remus Lupin meets your parents for the first time. Sorry for the wait hun!
The small town of Rotherham, England, sat a rather dainty house; it’s garden perfectly trimmed, flowers healthy, fence coated with a fresh colour and it laid in the middle of a rather quite neighbourhood. Your parents had lived quite ordinary lives, your mother a primary school teacher and your father a local doctor, together they raised a bright and bubbly child, who had a seemingly normal childhood. Until she had magically levitated the house cat out of the tree. Since then, your patents had learned you were in fact a witch who now currently attends Hogwarts, a magnificent school for witchcraft and wizardry.
Your parents never really understood magic, no matter how much you tried to explain the them- they couldn’t really comprehend it. They weren’t used to the oddity and lifestyle of it, it just defied all their beliefs and they rarely spoke about your lie at Hogwarts.
That was something Remus Lupin knew well for a fact.
Yet, he asked if he could meet your parents after a full year and a half of dating. You however were simply worried for your parents reaction. Of course you weren’t ashamed, Remus was a complete gentleman and you were sure your parents would adore him as much as you did, but you weren’t ready for all the questions. You hadn’t told your parents that Remus was a werewolf, they probably didn’t think they were real in all honesty. You also hadn’t told your parents of what you wanted to do when you were older, you hadn’t told them about the war brewing up either.
It was safe to say; you went entirely truthful with your parents.
Alas, it was too late to cancel it now, you were all dressed up and ready for Remus’ arrival, wearing a simple yet graceful red dress and a necklace Remus had bought you for your 1 year anniversary.
You were preparing your dining table when the sharp crack sound of magical apparation startled your parents and a gentle knock echoed through the front room. Your mother squeeled in delight as she opened the door, welcoming and ushering Remus into the warm of your home.
“Good evening, I’m Remus,” He smiled warmly to you your mum, “Very pleased to finally meet you.”
You couldn’t help but smile broadly at your boyfriend, he looked like such a gentleman dressed in a patched tweed blazer, shirt and slacks. You could recognise his own stitches in the jacket, adding a unique personal touch. Snapping out if it, you greeted Remus with a hug and a peck to his cheek and lead him into the living room where he met your dad. Remus greeted your father with a firm handshake, extending his hand, the watch you bought him for your anniversary delicately placed upon his wrist.
Sitting down on the sofas, the conversations quickly started up. You watched as Remus conversed with your family, not once did he mention magic nor did he look out of place or uncomfortable, politely answering any questions as you sat next to him, pitching in whenever you could.
You were all sat around the dinner table, enjoying your mother’s magnificent cooking, light conversation still present. “This cooking is absolutely wonderful.” Remus praised you mum, who was currently blushing a deep red from the younger male’s approval. “Oh stop dear, this is just a normal family meal.” She replied modestly, her face beaming with pride.
“So Remus, what do you want to do when you’re older?” Your father curiously asked after a chatter about your parents’ professions.
You nearly spat out your steak as you knew that Remus was planning to join the Order and become an Auror- a dangerous profession in a seemingly “peaceful” world (as far as your parents knew).
Remus wasn’t prepared for the sudden question but he kept a calm front as he swallowed his bite and honeslty replied; “I want to become a Professor.”
Cautiously you looked up from your plate and glanced up at your dad to see what his next words were. “As in a teaching Professor? At Hogwarts?” Your dad carefully asks, not sounding too sure about his own question.
Remus nodded in agreement, “I always enjoyed learning magic, I loved learning new things in general. I remember when I first met your daughter,” he paused, looking up at you with a nostalgic smile, “she didn’t know a thing about magic, and the look on her face every lesson when she learn something new was something I’d never forget. It reminds me that to some people, magic wasn’t an everyday normal thing.” Remus explained, the room going silent, “I think that passing on such knowledge to someone whose probably never known about magic before is such a blessing. I’d feel incredibly proud to teach someone something they’d may never have comprehended before.” He finished off, staring lovingly into your gaze.
Your mother let a soft coo and the quiet atmosphere broke into light chuckles. Soon enough everyone was laughing and joking about old times. Your parents told stories about when you were a child and the cookie jar on the top shelf would suddenly appear on the coffee tables. Even Remus performed a little magic for your parents and levitated all he empty plates and cutlery into the kitchen sink, startling your mother as her eyes bugged out of her sockets. All of their minds were off of any negativity until it was late, and time for Remus and you to leave.
You all crowded around the door, kissing and hugging goodbyes. You were almsot successfully out of the door when your mother grabbed onto both of your sleeves.
“You listen to me,” she sternly spoke to you, “Remus is an absolutely grand young man and don’t you even think about letting him go, you’ve found the one.” She coyly smiled at you.
“Don’t you worry mum, I wouldn’t dream of ever letting him go.” You fondly relied, intertwining your hand wit Remus’.
“And you,” she turned to look at Remus with an expression so like her daughters; Remus couldn’t help but stand straighter. “No matter where you are, who you’re with, promise me you’ll protect my daughter no matter what. She may not tell me the whole truth but I know that no all is as peaceful as she makes it out to be.“ At this she turned to look at you, your cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Her stern eyes turned o Remus’ once more.“Tell me you’ll protect her.”
“I would die for her.” Remus promised.
All traces of firmness gone, replaced with loving, “Good man.” Your mother cupped his cheek affectionately before letting you both go.
Halway down the street, Remus grinned crookedly down at you, “Good man eh?” He chuckled.
On Monday morning, Claire called her advisor to tell him she’d
miss the entire week of classes. Which, in the big scheme of things, wasn’t
that much of an issue – she needed to process the data she’d collected in Dr.
Beaton’s clinic by the end of the semester, but that was still six weeks away.
And there was no power on earth that would part her from
As she had made the necessary arrangements – sitting in
bed, the Fraser plaid wrapped around her shoulders, sipping the strong black
coffee Jamie had brewed for her – she watched him pack away clothes and books
for the trip.
They didn’t know how long he would stay – only that they’d
use the car trip to figure it out.
To figure *everything* out.
So quickly they had come back to each other – so quickly
everything in their separate lives had to be merged.
But there was no fear that it wouldn’t be figured out –
just confidence that it *would*.
On Monday afternoon, with their suitcases and a basket of
food safely tucked away in the bed of Jamie’s battered pickup, she had kissed
Ian and Jenny goodbye. Jamie made his farewells with Murtagh – the older man
clasping his godson in a long embrace – and then they were rumbling down the
gravel driveway, pausing at the gate to wave at the Murrays and Frasers still
standing on the front porch of the big house.
And then Claire had flipped on the car radio, and they glided
through the trees, Jamie’s right hand resting on her thigh, both of them
quietly humming along to The Eagles:
Cause I got a peaceful easy feeling // And I know you won’t
let me down…
They made it to the quiet, hazy mountains of Shenandoah
National Park by dusk. Jamie parked the truck at one of the many scenic
overlooks, and Claire slid over on the bench seat, resting her head on his
shoulder, watching the last tendrils of sun sink below the horizon.
“I don’t know how we’ll make it work, Claire – but we
will. I promise you.”
His thumb traced a mole at the top of her right arm,
darting beneath her shirtsleeve for a caress.
“I know we will. We are neither of us whole, alone.”
He kissed the crown of her head. She wrapped her arms
around his middle, hooking her thumbs in the loops of his jeans.
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you // Ten
true summers we’ll be there and laughing too…
“I don’t want to be half a person again, Claire,” he
whispered, so softly. “I couldn’t bear it.”
“Hush,” she soothed, leaning up and quieting him with a
kiss. “You won’t have to. We’ll get to Boston, figure out how long you’ll stay.
I only have a little over a year left – that’s not terrible. Not when it took
us so long to find each other again. And then we’ll go back to Lallybroch – for
He brought her closer – a long, deep kiss.
“And we have to plan our church wedding,” he breathed
against her lips. “I can’t wait to marry you again.”
Even in the half-dark, her smile was dazzling.
They slept in the cool, fresh air that night, soothed to
sleep by the rustling trees, nestled under a pile of blankets in the back of
Sometime in the darkness, Jamie woke Claire and made love
to her, slowly and tenderly, not speaking. She watched stars winking through
the lattice of black branches overhead, and fell asleep again with his
comforting weight still warm on top of her. Praying this wasn’t all a dream.
Overjoyed with the dawn to find that they were still
Celebrating with a wake-up kiss.
They passed through Maryland that morning, stopping for a
steaming, mouth-watering bucket of crab by the side of the road. Jamie
delighted in licking the Old Bay seasoning from her fingers.
Then through Harrisburg and Scranton, Pennsylvania. Forests.
They listened to country western, and hymns, and rock,
and whatever they could find on the radio.
Talked about Boston – and Boone – and what they would
name their children.
Somewhere near Binghamton, New York that song came on.
And Jamie wordlessly pulled over on the interstate, turned on his flashers, and
Shaking hands and unyielding belt buckles and a burst
seam in Jamie’s jeans were no match for their sudden, desperate hunger to
Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did prowl // Two
riders were approaching // And the wind begins to howl…
Gasping for breath when it was over – quick, but not so
quick that Jamie didn’t see to her needs – Claire insisted they find a place to
stay for the night.
The Bonnie Motor Inn was run by a fellow veteran – he gave
Jamie a 20% discount on a room that was small, and clean, and theirs.
They shared a bucket of fried chicken at the small diner
down the block – then a long, restorative shower. And sleep, after giggling
over Johnny Carson, ridiculously entwined on the twin mattress.
They made it to Boston by late afternoon on Wednesday, Jamie
faithfully following Claire’s directions through a leafy residential
neighborhood that didn’t quite match his mental image of where she would live.
But then they pulled into a driveway – and Jamie saw Dr.
Joe Abernathy sweating over his lawnmower – and Claire threw open the door,
racing across the garden to tackle him in a bear hug.
Jamie couldn’t hear them until he cut the engine –
“…still can’t believe it, Joe. I swear I must be living in
some kind of fairy tale – ”
- and saluted the man who had helped Claire save his
Joe wiped his sweaty brow on his sleeve, straightened,
and returned the salute.
“Bout time you two wised up,” he smiled. “Come on – let’s
see what Gail’s got cooking for dinner.”
Dead weight and a heavy heart,
I have always been told- I love backwards-
everything, backwards, head first.
Too many pieces to fit into two hands,
a broken backbone that needs
courage every morning, sad and sorry
more often than I am anything else.
The things you found beautiful
in the beginning will twist themselves
into burdens when my nightmares,
my anxieties, start ripping through
your paper skin, I already know
you are not as tough as you’ve had to be.
But I already know- I will unstitch
the corners of your mouth when
you forget what your smile feels like,
remind you of the galaxies drawn
into your own palms every time
you feel the stars collapse around you,
bandage your knees on the days you
pray the loudest and pull god out
of your chest when you ache for
forgiveness. I will always try to salvage
the butterflies in your stomach that
I will keep crushing on accident.
Ignite the fireworks in your eyes,
pour sunlight over your demons, I will
have patience with you when you lose
yours with me, and you will. I will
remind you that you are beautiful
on the days when all of your mirrors
feel shattered, pull thorns from your
fists when you’re tired of fighting, and
we will. I will feign bravery through
my own thunderstorms and I will
will trace these promises on your
back when you are restless. And
I promise, my heavy heart will never
be easy, but I’m standing here with
all of my pieces, feet first, ready
to give you something wonderful.
To give you back the things you’ve given me- Riley Lynne
I finally pulled into the old salvage yard and shut my car
off. I grabbed my bags and headed for the door. I stuffed my key into the lock
and turned it. Shoving the door, it finally opened and I entered the empty
house. The house had been sitting vacant ever since Bobby died. His death had
taken the biggest toll on me because he had raised me. If I wasn’t with Sam or
Dean, I was with Bobby. On the rare occasion, I didn’t hunt with my brothers I
stayed at Bobby’s place. It was my home and the boys didn’t know that I came
here whenever I could. I dragged my duffel upstairs and tossed it on the floor
beside my bed. I flopped onto the bed and hoped to get some sleep.
Alec, unconsiously, traces runes on Magnus' skin. When they are lying in bed after waking up or snuggling on the couch. Protection, love or marriage runes. His hand was just there on Magnus' back, and suddenly his fingers are drawing the protection rune, bc he needs Magnus to always be safe
Magnus begins to memorize the runes. He knows in the morning, Alec has an affinity for tracing the loyal rune. When he says “I love you,” Alec traces the promise rune. After they get married, he traces the wedded rune day after day. After long conversations with emotions running wild, he traces trust. Magnus can recognize the runes simply by the situation they’re in. But when Alec begins tracing one specific rune when they’re lying in bed, before battle, for any occasion, Magnus asks. And Alec replies, “It’s the protection rune.” Because god, Magnus’ safety is the most important thing to him. He loves him too much for it not to be.
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Requested: No (Just thought of this)
Warning(s): Physical attack (a slap)
Sirius couldn’t silence the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in his head. He raised a hand to knock on the door ahead of him.
He didn’t know if she’d answer. It had been twelve years. It had taken him a month to figure out where she had been living. If she was dating someone. If she was married. She wasn’t.
The door cracked open and he saw her eyes peering through the space between the wood.
“Who is it?” she asked sternly. Merlin, he missed her voice. He missed everything about her.
"It’s me, love, open up.” Sirius breathes out.
The door inched open.
"Sirius?” she asked.
"That’s right. It’s me.”
The door slammed open, a slim hand immediately stretching out and slapping him across the cheek. He lifted a hand and covered it numbly, not knowing why she’d done it.
"Love?” he croaked. “Y/N, why?”
"Why?” she gasped out, and Sirius noticed that she’d started crying. She almost never cried. Only when she was seriously angry with him. “You left me! You left me and killed Peter and, and I was all alone! You disappeared off the face of the earth! Remus told me you were in prison! In azkaban! I couldn’t visit you! And Harry started Hogwarts without us! He doesn’t even know us! I couldn’t take him! They wouldn’t let me because of you and what you did! Sirius, I—” he cut her off with a sob as he collapsed on the floor in front of her flat.
"Darling, I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked and Y/N immediately knelt beside him, wrapping his broken body in her arms.
"Shh, come inside. I’ll make us some tea.” she mumbled as she pulled him into her flat. He sat down on a chair at her kitchen table quietly, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Y/N had never seen him this broken.
"Here, Sirius.” She handed him a cup of tea and he held it in his shaking hands, not even attempting to take a sip. Y/N sighed.
"What happened, Sirius?” she asked quietly. He turned to look at her. She almost couldn’t handle the tears on his face. He looked like a wounded animal.
"It was Peter. He was the secret keeper.” Sirius started.
"But I thought James—”
"No. I made him choose Peter. Peter was supposed to be the safe choice. But he chose Voldemort’s side. He sold James, Lily, and Harry out. He killed them.”
"Voldemort. Peter told him where they were, and he came and killed them. He almost killed Harry. When I found out, I—” he took a breath and paused, “I went after him. I went after Peter. I confronted him, but then he threatened to blow up the square and I had to stop him. I tried to disarm him, but it was too late. He blew up the street and himself, and I ran. They caught me soon after and threw me in prison. Remus tried to get me out, but it was useless. I wasn’t allowed visitors.”
"Oh my …” Y/N breathed, her hand reaching to clutch onto one of his. “Sirius.”
"I thought about you. I thought about you every single day. I wondered if you were dead. Or if you had moved on. If you hated me. Or if you still loved me. You were the only thing to keep me sane in that horrible place. It took me a month to find you. You moved out of my flat after the war?” he asked, the crack in his voice reappearing as he stared into her eyes.
"I couldn’t stay there. It reminded me too much of you. I loved you too much.”
"Loved?” Sirius croaked.
"Love. I love you too much, Sirius.” Y/N corrected herself quickly.
"Oh thank Merlin,” he gasped out, and suddenly she was in his lap and they were kissing. Their lips clashing and melding together all at once. His hand were wandering across her waist, recommitting to memory the way her body felt. Sirius felt like he hadn’t been living or breathing since he had last kissed her. “I love you so much.”
"I know.” she mumbled, “Just kiss me, you big idiot. I’ve missed you. Don’t you ever leave me like that again.”
"Trust me love, if I do, I’m not going by choice. I love you too much for that.” he whispered, hands tucking stands of hair behind her ear. His tea was long forgotten on the table as he looked at her. She smiled.
"That’s all I ask. Don’t leave me without a reason.” she traced his jaw and hands with her fingertips.
"I won’t.” he promised before kissing her again, just like she’d asked.
When Hydra recruited the Maximoff triplets, they got more than what they bargained for. They had searched for new agents they could brainwash and enhance, what they got was a psychic link born from the love Pietro and Wanda had for you, and you for them. Your unconventional relationship created a hive mind with you at the wheel. Hydra would do anything to recreate it, but when one of their experiments goes too far, you start planning your escape - your urge for revenge slowly shifting from Tony Stark to Hydra.
A/N: I’m not 100% sure where I’m going to go with this, but I do know it’s going to be a series. It might be a little while before another part, just until I can figure out exactly what I want to do. But I hive mind with all the Avengers sound amazing XD