May I request possible scenarios of how the Chocobros and Cor got to know their s/o, why they appreciate them and got closer to them?
Yes, yes, yes
you may dear Anon! :D I just want to say though- this was a tad bit rushed because I wanted to get something out tonight but I’ve been so darn tired lately LOL! So if there are any typos, please flag them and let me know <3 Love you all! And enjoyyyy!
Noctis: Noctis first noticed you two months into
beginning high school. He was curious about you, because unlike the other people
in his class, you kind of just sat by yourself in the back corner and stayed
glued to your books. Noctis would find himself staring at you during class
break periods, earning himself a lot of teasing from Prompto. Noctis didn’t
really know why he found you so extremely fascinating, but he couldn’t stop
himself from turning his head every hour just to check and see if you were
still sitting there in the back corner, reading your books and diligently completing
Day, Noctis received many gifts of expensive, foreign chocolates and roses.
Prompto himself had received a whole bunch of gifts from his many admirers
around the school as well. However, Noctis found himself staring right past his
desk, saturated with gifts and offerings, his eyes landing on your desk. There
sat a single rose with a bag of what seemed to be home-made chocolates tied to
the green stem. Noctis had felt a pang of jealousy then- though he soon came to
realise that his jealousy was unfounded.
as he was about to leave for the front gates where Ignis was waiting to pick
him up, you approached him from behind and tapped him gently on the shoulder.
Noctis turned around swiftly at the touch and his midnight blue eyes widen at
the sight of you holding out the lone rose and cute looking chocolate moogles.
His eyes travelled up to your face and he saw your slight blush and endearing
“Um, these are
for you, your highness.” Noctis watches you formally bow down to him, your gifts
outstretched to him. Not even thinking about playing it cool, Noctis gently
takes your gifts from your hands and smiles when you straighten up to face him
with a mildly surprised expression on your face.
Noctis replies back simply, his gratitude evident in his shy tone. Noctis
watches you smile brightly at him, and from that moment on, he slowly grows
closer and closer to you until one day, your lips meet and seal an unspoken
contract- you’ve been inseparable ever since!
Prompto: Prompto met you when the two of you
were each twelve years old. Specifically, he met you when he fell during one of
his morning runs. You were taking a walk down to the local corner store to buy
some bread for breakfast with your family when you caught sight of a chubby boy
sitting on the curb, staring at his bloody knee and crying. Prompto hadn’t even
realised that you had approached him as he cried- he was so used to dealing
with his emotions and problems by himself. So when you tapped him on the
shoulder and offered him a shy, yet determined smile, Prompto was both grateful
and fascinated by you.
He admired how
you took him by the hand and pulled him up with a strong grip before pulling
you along right towards your home. He remembered how your parents were so
welcoming of your new ‘friend’, despite the fact that Prompto was almost
positive someone as pretty and kind as you would never was someone as weird as
him to be their friend. You had just nodded and stuck close to Prompto as your
parents patched him up. He was extremely grateful for that act of consideration
From that day
forth, you and Prompto were close friends. You always made sure Prompto ran
safely and Prompto always made sure you had a buddy to walk with to and from
school. The two of you grew close over the years, and naturally, Prompto had
asked you out on your birthday. At first, you thought it was too good to be
true, so you took his invitation as just an outing between friends. But then,
when he placed a tender kiss against your cheek that night at the end of your
fun filled evening- both you and Prompto knew that it was the start of
something special and long on the books.
day, you and Prompto go to that very spot you first met as kids, and tell each
other just how much you mean to each other. You tell Prompto that he saved you
from a lonely childhood, and Prompto tells you that you saved him from himself.
Gladio: Gladio met you at an official royal
dinner. He was absolutely enthralled with the vision of you wearing a black
lace dress with golden accents, your hair in an elegant up-do. That night, Gladio’s
job was to tail Noctis and make sure that the prince didn’t slip out of the
main hall and sneak off into the gardens. However, he was distracted by your
beauty and, damn it, he paid the price. Within an hour, Gladiolus Amicitia had
already lost the prince.
In a panic,
Gladio began to search amongst the crowds in the main hall. In his hurry, he
began to job backwards to back-track towards the large mahogany double doors so
that he could go and search the prince’s regular haunts around the palace. But
then, he stepped on some flowy material and he heard a rather loud rip.
Gladio stands stock still at the sound of you saddened voice. He cannot believe
it. He ran right into you AND he ruined your beautiful dress. Oh, and he lost
the prince. Gladio turned towards you, an apologetic look on his handsome and
“I am SO
sorry! Follow me to the coat room, I think Iggy left an emergency sewing kit in
there for occasions like this, my lady.”
You nodded and
gathered your ripped skirts, and Gladio felt terrible as he lead you out of the
room. Soon, the two of you were in the coat room, and Gladio frantically
searched for the sewing kit he mentioned, only to find Noctis fast asleep under
a pile of expensive women’s coats. He was about to yank the prince out from
under the pile and give him a piece of his mind when you suddenly cooed and
reached out to run a sheer gloved hand over the thirteen year old prince’s dark
out, poor darling. He may be prince, but he’s still also just a boy.” You sighed
quietly as you stroked the prince’s hair. Gladio couldn’t help but feel a
little jealous. Why did the prince get to have you touching him so tenderly? It
“Yeah, uh, I
guess I should take him to bed then?” Gladio grunted, lifting Noctis gently
from the pile of coats and into his strong arms. Gladio was about to tell you
to wait in the coat room for him, until he caught you shrugging your coat on
over your beautiful dress.
was downcast as he thought you were going to be leaving. You see this forlorn
expression in Gladio’s expressive eyes and you couldn’t help but smile at the
large teen’s endearing reaction. You felt flattered that he wanted you to stay
“I’m not going
anywhere, just so you know. I’ll be waiting for you outside the main hall. It’s
too loud in there and I want to talk to you.”
back to you in record speed after you’d expressed your desire to speak with him
privately. That night, the two of you laughed and shared stories and
aspirations between each other about yourselves. Gladio was absolutely ecstatic
and VERY well-behaved. No wandering hands or eyes (despite your ripped dress)
what so ever.
for your forward nature and natural confident charm the moment he laid eyes on
you, and you fell for his soft, kind heart. The two of you cherish each other
immensely and cannot even imagine life without one another. Gladio is loath to
admit that Noctis is the one who brought the two of you together.
Ignis: Ignis met you when he’d first arrived
at the Citadel at the young age of six. He was extremely withdrawn and
absolutely scared of everyone and everything he had encountered. His uncle ad
advised the Regis that it would be pertinent for Ignis to have contact with
kids his age so that he could normalise and re-socialise after the traumatic
experience of losing both of his parents in a car accident.
And so, Ignis
first laid his eyes on you in the royal day care. He had been plopped down
beside a quietly playing Prince Noctis, and the prince didn’t seem like he
wanted to be disturbed, so Ignis had no choice but to play with someone else
nearby- lest he die of absolute boredom. He had tried to approach some of the
older boys who were playing wrestling on the floor nearby, but he quickly back
tracked when he noticed just how hard the boys were hitting each other.
about to make his way back to Noctis when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Almost immediately
after the tug, his glasses were pried off his face and Ignis felt a wave of
panic settle into his chest, suffocating him as his field of vision became
blurry. Whether it was from not being able to see without his glasses, or the
mere fact that he was about to cry rather violently, he didn’t really know.
He never found
out either, because the glasses thief, after stealing his possessions, had
immediately perched the glasses back atop his nose after seeing the clear
distress on Ignis’s face and in his stunning green eyes.
“I’m sorry- I
just thought your eyes were really pretty. I wanted to see them better. Please
don’t cry- I’ll take care of you! I turned five this year!” Ignis turned to
you, and he was a little mad at first. But then, throughout the weeks, as you
continued to bug him to play with you, he grew fond of you. Soon, you were his
best friend, encouraging him through his specialised Crownsguard training
program and holding him whenever things got to be too much.
while Ignis was walking from the library with you beside him, he couldn’t hold
in his feelings any longer. He had to tell you how he felt. But he didn’t know
how to tell you in words. So he took his glasses off his nose and turned to
face you. When you stopped your gait and stopped to face Ignis, you found him
“I need you
far more than I can say, y/n. Will you take care of me, please?” Ignis asked
bashfully. You tentatively pressed you lips against his in the cool evening
breeze under the murky stars in Insomnia, and it was from then on that Ignis
the caretaker of all had someone special to come home to in order to have
someone take care of him.
Cor: Cor Leonis met you when you were a newly recruited
Crownsguard trainee. Clarus was not available to train you, so Cor had to step
in. With no training experience what-so-ever, Cor was a pretty terrible
teacher. He basically did everything for you and didn’t give you much opportunity
to learn. And so, you naturally had to confront him about this oversight
because you were there to learn and become good at your job.
“Cor… could I
possibly take a solo mission someday soon?” you asked, your voice slightly
shaky out of nerves. You were speaking to the marshal- of course you were going
to be nervous. Cor had immediately frowned at shaken his head in disagreement.
“Of course I’m
not,” you snapped at Cor, “you don’t even give me a chance to practice what I’ve
learned!” you yelled, very frustrated all of a sudden. The man wasn’t letting
you lift a finger, and you had no idea why. “Is it because you think I can’t be
good? If so, then just tell me. Let me look for another job- be rid of me!” you
have started screaming now. Luckily, the training room you and Cor were in was
Cor frowns at
you, his glare softening in its intensity.
immortal too?” Cor asked you, throwing you off all of a sudden. The question
came out of the blue, and was unlike any question Cor had ever asked you in the
past four months of your training. You shake your head silently in response.
Cor lets out a sigh and clasps your shoulder gently with one of his large, warm
hands. “Then how can I let you risk your life out there? I don’t want to see
anything bad happen to you…”
You caught the
soft, barely there blush on Cor’s tanned skin, and your heart began to race a
mile per minute at the affectionate thoughts apparently running through Cor’s
mind, directed solely at you. You were flattered… and you felt special and
protected. Suddenly, you weren’t so mad.
“Cor, I know
what I signed up for. To serve the Crown is my life. My duty. My entire soul.”
unfair- can’t you leave some of your soul for me?”
words from that day were what led you to throw your arms around his broad
shoulders and kiss him senseless. His words were also the reason why you
decided to take on an administration role, much like Monica. Cor was happy with
your decision, and supported you one-hundred percent with your career from then
Over time, you
fell in love with the way Cor only smiled for you, in private. You fell in love
with the way he kissed you so tenderly that you were convinced you would break
if he applied even the smallest amount more pressure because every affectionate
act shared with Cor was extremely overwhelming.
You could feel
the love exuding out of the stoic man for you. And Cor’s simple reason for
having you set in the centre of his world-
absolutely loved the kindness and determination settled deep into your eyes.
One look at you, that first moment he met you as his student… he’d broken his
vow to remain unattached to others. And until now, with you by his side, he didn’t
regret falling for you one bit.
IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW IF YOURE TAKING PROMPTS BUT I CANT WRITE FOR SHIT AND ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS LB KISSING CHAT AND THE SECOND MARI GETS HOME HER NOW MAYBE MORE THAN A BRO CHAT FUCKING SWAN DIVES THROUGH THE TRAP DOOR JUST SCREAMING "BRO BRO BRO BRO BRO" AND THEN YELLING/EXPLAINING TO A FURIOUSLY BLUSHING MARI THE EXACT DETAILS OF THE KISS
yes, hello, thank you for this prompt and sorry about my disbelief last night lmao
Being Ladybug meant she had to think things through. Be smart. Rational. Never make an impulsive decision.
But she was also Marinette, and she did lots of impulsive things from stealing phones to jumping into a dinosaur’s mouth to kissing her partner one Tuesday night.
She hadn’t meant do it, but how could she not get lost in the moment with the stars twinkling above them, his eyes shining just as brightly as he gazed at her and his laugh echoing through the air as a result of some lame joke she had told?
Before she realized it, she was leaning in, her gloved thumb running over the skin beneath his mask as her lips captured his.
It was wonderful. It was sweet. It was perfect.
It was also a huge mistake, which is why she shoved him away about three seconds later and sputtered out, “I gotta go home right now immediately” before running away as fast as possibly as she could.
She had plans to spend the night under her covers, screaming and shoving cookies in her mouth while ignoring Tikki’s words of comfort, but she had barely dove into her bedroom, transformation undone, when Chat Noir burst through the sky roof.
“Marinette, holy shit!”
She screamed, totally off guard.
“Yup! Marinette, that’s me!” She said once she confirmed that, yes, she was Marinette and not Ladybug right now. Because that would have opened up a whole other can of worms she wasn’t ready to face.
Luckily, her partner seemed oblivious to her odd behavior as he collapsed on the chaise.
“Marinette, Marinette….” He struggled to catch his breath, and she wondered how fast he must have run to come here. “You’ll never guess what just happened. Ladybug kissed me. Me! She kissed me. Oh, shit. She kissed me!”
Chat pulled his knees to his chest, cheeks flushed pink, as he giggled. It was utterly adorable, and she just wanted to-
No, no! Bad Marinette! Kissing him was exactly what got her into this mess in the first place.
“Congratulations,” she managed to say, which was a miracle because what she really wanted to say was “Maybe you should kiss me again” which would not have ended well. Maybe.
Chat grinned at her. “I don’t know what happened tonight…it was just perfect, you know? We were just sitting there, laughing about I don’t even know what, and god, she looked so beautiful - even more than usual - and she just…”
“Kissed you?” Marinette finished, unable to stop herself from smiling. To know she had this effect on her kitty almost made her forget about-
“Yeah,” he murmured, tucking his chin in between his knees as he glanced out the window, as if hoping his partner was right outside.
Well, she was closer than he thought.
“You…really love her, huh?” Marinette asked softly, recalling all those late night talks over hot chocolate and croissants. How his features softened, how his eyes lit up, how nothing could shake him when he talked about her. How he swore that the girl behind the mask was every bit as wonderful as the girl wearing it.
“More than anyone I’ve ever known,” replied Chat. “The only one that could come close is-”
His eyes drifted to her, and her breath hitched.
“Well then…” She murmured, cautiously approaching him until she was right in front of him. “You should tell her.”
“You think so?” Chat sunk down a bit. “What if…what if she says it was a mistake? What if I’m-”
“It wasn’t a mistake, Chat Noir,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t regret kissing you tonight, kitty.”
Chat Noir smiled briefly, before her words sunk in and he turned to look at her so fast she was afraid he suffered whiplash.
Marinette simply smiled, moving her hair back and revealing the earrings she wore.
“For the record,” she whispered, “I love you too.”
“I’m not gonna ask you if you still want this tattoo because I’ve waited far too long for this day.”
Harry said seriously, making you roll your eyes playfully, propping your face with your hand on the table.
“You’re a tattoo artist, Harry. You’re kinda supposed to ask that.”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes on you too before putting his tight black gloves on, running them through his hair.
“But I, have exceptions. You’re my wife and I wouldn’t let this go past.”
“I know, but still ask me.”
“And I know your answer before you could even say it!” he laughed, pinching your cheek.
“Ask me or I’ll go to Ed for this.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He shook his head, squeezing black ink on a container, slightly shaking for it to flatten even though it’s not purely liquid.
“I’m serious, Harry.”
He sighed heavily, blowing out his hair with an amused but slightly annoyed expression on his face, knowing that you’re serious.
“Are you sure about this tattoo, baby?”
You grinned, finally getting what you want.
“See?” Harry flailed his arms around with a feigned look of shock in his face, getting a needle from a container he was sterilizing it with, wiping the liquid before installing it on the tattoo gun.
“But I do like your choice of a tattoo.”
“No, you love it.”
“Because, you’ll be getting your husband’s initials which is of course written by him, tattooed on your wrist, by himself.”
He added emphasis on each word to rub the facts on you, each passing second being a lot more entertaining than you expected it to be.
Especially of what he did to commemorate this day, he cancelled all his appointments for the day, the two of you being the only two people in his shop.
He already put the sticker stencil on you, pulling it after he set all his materials ready so he wouldn’t need to squint if some letters were smudged.
Harry was so enthralled by your idea.
H.S on your wrist.
He tapped the pedal a few times to see if it’s going well, and it is. You weren’t able to hide some of the nervousness you were feeling.
“Would you like the truth that it would hurt or would you like the lie that it’s not going to?”
You shot him a straight look, making him raise his hands up in defense.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to cheer you up.”
“It’s not working!”
Harry apologized at his will, hugging you from behind before running his hands on your arms.
“We’re gonna start, love, okay?”
He grabbed your wrist gently, massaging it a few times before looking at you again, the tattoo gun on his left hand.
“Just look at me, okay? Not the tattoo.”
“Oka — but don’t look at me because you wouldn’t know what you’re doing if you did!”
He chuckled, his hand going through your hair.
He looked at you for the last time before pressing his foot against the pedal, dipping the gun in ink before coming in contact with your wrist, making you slightly writhe in your seat because of the unfamiliar feeling.
“It’s coming close, love. You’re doing good.”
A few minutes passed with you not being still on your seat and Harry keeping you still, it going on until he took the final wipe of it, and grinning.
“Besides my promise, I’m permanently with you.”
Harry kept smiling, putting a piece of wrap over your tattoo and pulling out a small tube of cream.
You looked at it, adorning the way it fit you so perfectly.
Little did you know, Harry was looking at you the whole time, a grateful look on his face he always has.
Request: “i see that requests are open. when you get a chance can you write a
matt the radar technician imagine? something where the reader always helps him
fix things, offers to let him join her at lunch, etc and he thinks she’s being
fake as hell until one day the commander overhears a bunch of storm troopers
trash talking matt and the reader defends him?”
Pairing: Kylo Ren (Matt the Radar
Technician) x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Implied smut
You watched the blonde from afar,
admiring the way he would pause to push his glasses up every few minutes. He
had been fussing with one of the electricity compartments in the hallway, tools
splayed out in front of him as he attempted to find the right one for the job.
The look on his face was one of pure horror; he had no idea what he was doing.
It must’ve been his first day or something, since he had that wild ‘deer in the
headlights’ sort of look to him.
You pushed off the wall you had been
leaning on, eating a quick snack. You discarded the apple core in your hand
before bringing yourself to the mechanic.
“Need some help?” You asked with an
amused smile tweaking the corners of your lips. The man looked up, startled. He
had a big frame, covered by the thick uniform of a radar technician. You
squinted at his name tag. “Are you sure you’re in the right place Matt?”
“Of course I am.” He retorted
defensively, turning his flushed face back to his tools. You slid to your
knees, picking up a wrench and handing it to him. In the process of taking it
he left a black oil smudge on your palm. “Sorry.” He muttered, grabbing your
hand and pulling a rag from his pocket. He wiped at your hand, but it only
transferred the black further into the lines on your skin. You giggled, the
sound making Matt prop up slightly.
How would the chocobros react if their s/o told them they are going to go into crystal statis soon, you know similar to that of ffxiii and that they might sleep for almost a thousand years. Sorry if this doesn't make sense. ::>_<::
Oh I gotcha. FFXIII was the only other Final Fantasy I’ve played to completion so I totally know what youre talking about #xboxlife. Let’s see how the boys would react to their own little Serah being taking into crystal stasis. I’m going to leave out the whole L’Cie spiel since you didn’t specify to have it in.
I’m writing these after the 10 year time skip. I hope that’s alright with y’all.
The four digit number buzzed around in Noctis’s head. He tried to muster the right words to comfort his lover, but was unsuccessful.
“I guess it’s my turn to take a nap in a crystal,” you allowed the words to flow from your mouth with the hope of lightening the mood in the slightest. You eyes begged to release tears to drift down your cheeks, but you denied their wishes.
“Why?” Noctis questioned you breathlessly. His words were hallow and sorrowful.
“I’d rather not say,” you forced out, avoiding Noctis’s piercing blue eyes by staring at your shoes.
“Then…” he paused and exhaled a shaky breath. “How much time do we have left?”
“I don’t know… A week at the most?” You admitted, allowing your eyes to climb up his body to meet his face again. You watched as a single tear slid down his cheek. “I love you, Noctis,” you muttered.
“I love you too… I-I’m going to miss you,” his trembled. With a swift movement, he engulfed you in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his body tremble as he allowed more tears to fall and more sobs to escape his mouth.
A sad smile grew across your lips.
You were going to crystal stasis for him. Noctis didn’t deserve to die. Lucis needs him. If that meant sacrificing your life with him… it was worth it. In a thousand years time you would learn of all the marvelous things he had done for Eos. That was going to make it all worth it.
“Can’t I go with you?” That was Prompto’s first reaction when you told him the news.
“Prompto you can’t—“
“Can’t I do anything? Can’t… Can’t it be me instead of you?” His questioned you urgently, wrapping his hands around your upper arms. “Can—“
“Prompto stop,” you urged him, taking his face in your hands. His lips began to quiver as his dark blue eyes filled with tears. “What’s done is done,” your voice was only louder than a whisper. “I can’t change it… I— I’m sorry. It’s my destiny. This is what is meant to happen.”
He shook his hands and released your arms. His head hung low, staring intently at his feet. “What am I going to do without you?” To that, you didn’t have an answer. “I’m sorry, Prompto,” you repeated your apology.
He released a trembling breath before looking back into your eyes with a weak smile.
“Can I visit you, at least? When you’re in the crystal?”
His words nearly broke your heart in two.
“Prompto… of course. Of course you can,” you repeated, gathering him in your arms. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “I love you so much Prompto.”
“1000 years, huh?” Gladio sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Maybe less than that,” you shrugged. Your hands trembled, still nervous over how he would react.
“Too bad I’m not the Immortal,” he forced a sorrowful chuckle, getting up from his seat that was placed just outside the caravan of Hammerhead. His large, calloused hands slipped into yours. He lifted your hands to his lips and pressed several gentle kisses across your knuckles. “I love you,” the burly man muttered in his bass toned voice.
“I love you too Gladio… I— I’m going to miss you,” you sputtered, trying to stifle your urge to cry.
“Not as much as I’m gonna miss you,” he stated. “You sure this is how it’s gotta be?”
“Yes… I’m… I’m sure,” you nodded slowly, raking your fingers over the rough skin of his hand.
He dropped your hands to your side and tugged the same necklace that hung over his neck for as long as you could remember. “I want you to have this, then. I want you to remember me a thousand years in the future.” He draped the jewelry over your head, and let it hang from you neck.
“Are you sure?” You questioned him seriously.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything, babe. I love you. I want that necklace to be reminder of that.”
“I’m so…. so sorry Ignis,” tears streamed down your face as you finished telling Ignis of your fate. “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. You awaited for his response but received none. You cried harder and harder, screams of sadness escaping your mouth.
Without a single warning, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around your waist. You inhaled the scent of ebony and jasmine. A feeling of safety surrounded you.
“I can’t bare hearing you cry,” the blind man whispered to you, running his gloved fingers through your hair. “You have nothing to apologize for, my love,” he assured you, tipping your face upward to press a tender kiss to your forehead.
“I… don’t want to leave you, Ignis.”
“You’re not going to leave me,” he repeated.
You stared into his clouded eye blankly, unsure on what he meant.
“As long as our love continues for one another… we will always be together.”
A smile flickered on your lips. “I suppose you’re right, Ignis,” you exhaled. “I’m just going to miss you.”
“I will miss you as well, my darling, but I shall visit your crystal every day until my last breath.”
Honestly it’s just so fitting that Barry and Iris’ musical theme that has been prevalent in some form or another all through their relationship from friends to lovers has been slipped so perfectly into the background of Running Home To You. It is truly their song, written just for them. Kudos to the songwriters and Blake Neely. :)
Requests: “Hey! I was listening to the song When A Man Loves A Woman by Percy Sledge and thought it would give a great story of Newt X Reader. As I love your writing, I thought you could write, but if you can not I’ll understand.❤” AND “Hi, M! I have a request, if its not too much trouble, i was wondering if i could get a newt x reader where newt’s jealous? The story could be anything you want, i just want me some jealous newt, he’d be so adorable! Slight angst and lots of fluff? Hope you have a wonderful day♥️”
Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in
Newt’s eyes nearly fall out of his head when you walk out of the bedroom with Queenie. You don’t notice the red blush winding up his cheeks and filling his entire face, and he’s grateful for Queenie’s conversation with you. He can barely tear his eyes from the crimson number you slipped into, from the way the intricate beading wraps around you to the frills that swish with every swaying step you take. Crimson gloves run from your hands to your elbows, hiding more skin than that dress does. He gulps when he looks at the hem drifting only to the middle of your thighs.
Blinking, he pinches his arm. Queenie giggles at his face when he feels her root around his mind. Forcing his gaze from you, he looks at her, more subtle in her flowing olive dress. It hangs off her shoulders with thin straps, dipping in the most perfect places, gems shining on the left side of the chest and cascading down to her hip bone.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Like what you see, honey?”
It takes Newt a moment to form a sentence when you turn your beautiful eyes on him. “You’re radiant.”
“Just me?” Queenie purses her lips to hide her mischievous smile.
Newt’s heart hammers when he looks at you. Not only does the dress expose your collarbones, but it shows off your shoulders, too, letting the heavy crimson earrings Queenie lent you graze the skin usually hidden by your normal outfits. His eyes drift from there to your lips, plump, turned a vivid red by Queenie’s makeup, completely kissable.
“You are breathtaking, as always.” Newt says, swallowing and forcing as natural a smile he can create to his face.
Styles/OC. For Anon: Making fun of
AJ and his theme and his everything backstage is all fun and games until he
overhears and decides you need to be taught a long hard lesson. What starts innocently
enough has their sexual tension and feelings reaching its breaking point. Cue
spanking, orgasm denial, begging, name calling (by both), and whatever other
sinful goodness you can think of, with some sweetness afterwards.
What about an s/o that wants a kiss from the boys but is too shy to ask for one
Naw, shy s/o’s are cute s/o’s! And kisses are the best! (I’m
sorry if these are long, they kind of turned into mini scenarios than
headcanons but I hope you still like!)
- He was still
playing that game. You knew that he had a serious rivalry going on with
Prompto, but Prompto wasn’t even there
- You felt like he had been playing for such a long time, and you were wanting
- Trouble is, how do you go about asking for it? The idea of straight up asking
for a kiss made you squirm in embarrassment.
- Ugh, I don’t want him to laugh at me.
- You shuffled up closer to him, still focused on his phone, until you were sat
side by side.
- “Nooooct.” You mumbled, slumping
your head against his shoulder.
- Feel like I’m a cat right now.
- “Mmm?” He leaned his head against yours but didn’t put his game down.
- “Come oooon.”
- That’s it.
- You wriggled under his arms so your head was in front of his phone screen,
blocking his view.
- “Hi!” You beamed.
- He looked at you, highly bemused.
- “What’s up.”
- “You’ve been playing that game for ages
- He put the phone to the in his pocket – finally!
- “You’re right, what would you rather do?” He ran a hand through his raven
hair and laid back on his bed after being hunched playing that game for so
long. You sit up still beside him, looking down at the raven-haired prince.
- “Well, I kind of wanted…” But the words were stuck in your throat.
- He raised an eyebrow at you.
- “A… I wanted a…” God damn it. The
words weren’t coming.
- In a last ditch attempt, you puckered your lips to convey something.
- Ah yes, much less embarrassing. Ughhhh.
- Noct’s eyes widened in realisation, and his cheeks reddened to match yours.
- “Oh, you want a k-kiss?”
- “Yes!” Your voice sounded so loud
in your own ears you nearly grimaced. But Noctis didn’t seem to notice.
- “Okay.” He gulped, suddenly as nervous as you. But he brought a hand up to
rest gently on your back. Carefully he
pulled you down to his level, your hands splayed out on his chest and your faces
- His eyelids fluttered shut and your lips connected – and all the nervousness
- His free hand wound around your waist and pulled you tighter against him, his
other tracing up your back to wind in your hair. His lips moved against yours
quickly, almost urgently, like he’d been longing to do this for a while. You
both had, but had been too nervous to instigate it.
- His teeth caught your bottom lip and he gave a gentle tug before letting it
go, smiling into the kiss at your gasp.
- You could feel his heart racing underneath your palm, and you were certain
yours matched his.
- You broke apart, both of you breathing heavily. Giving him a quick smile, you
rested your head in the crook of his neck, willing your breathing to slow.
- Noctis held you close like that for a while, happy to spend the hours this
- You were sat with Prompto, your back against his chest in
a tight cuddle anyway.
- This boy was all about the cuddles.
- As lovely as that was, you were dying for him to kiss you! But you couldn’t just
ask. It seemed such an awkward thing to do! But he might not kiss you anytime
soon at this rate.
- “Yes?” He smiled at you, his arms tight around your waist.
- “ I would kind of like you to do something for me.” You stammered, thankful
you were looking straight ahead.
- “Of course!” His hands moved from your waist to hold both of your own, his
fingers lacing through yours.
- “Can you… ah.” Your voice trailed off. How were you supposed to say this?
- “What’s wrong?” You could hear the concern in his voice.
- Great now I’m worrying him. He’s too lovely.
- “I’d just like…like more.” You
said, feeling your face burn as you lifted your entwined hands as a clue to
what you meant.
- Please understand.
- “You want more… affection?”
- “Y-yeah, but different.”
- “What, you mean like kisses?”
- Thank the gods for Prompto.
- “O-oh! Of course!”
- Prompto would be so eager, yet so nervous at the same time as you turned
around in his lap.
- His bright blue eyes were wide, and he was praying you couldn’t feel the tremors
in his hands.
- He just so badly didn’t want to mess this up!
- You could see his chest rise and fall with every breath, and you weren’t even
- But then he brought his soft lips to yours, his hands at your shoulders as he
brought you in close.
- His kiss was clumsy at first, but soon he found a rhythm for you both and he
melted into the kiss, loving your lips on his.
- His grip on you tightened, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he groaned
- Your hands were in his hair, on his chest, on his biceps, anywhere you could
get. He was all yours.
- Too soon he broke away, breathing hard and red in the face.
- “I…I’m sorry if that wasn’t great.”
- You scoffed. Wasn’t great? It was awesome!
- “Even if it wasn’t, practice makes perfect!” You beamed, which brought out
smile from him, catching on to what you were saying.
- “I guess we’ll have to practice lots then won’t we?” He chuckled.
- You had been dating Gladio for a few weeks, but you had
only shared a handful of kisses.
- You felt that maybe this was in part your fault, cause you just couldn’t find
up the courage to ask him for one! He would always instigate, but maybe he felt
like you weren’t that into it?
- So you decided you were gonna ask him for one, and show him how much you
- As you went to open your mouth however, nothing came out.
- “Hmm? What is it babe?” He’d notice your expression, and realise you
wanted to say something.
- But you just couldn’t say it!
- Dear gods above help!
- Your cheeks went red as you tried to hide your face, but Gladio was too
quick, and lifted your chin up gently so you couldn’t hide.
- “C’mon, I can tell you want something.”
- His eyes are alight with playfulness.
- “I just wanted to y’know… wanted to…” You gesture quickly to your
lips, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.
- You could see the mental ‘click’ in his eyes as Gladio put two and two
together to realise what you were asking for. But his lips broke out into his
usual, cheshire cat grin.
- “You want to what?” He’s smirking.
- Oh my god he’s going to make me say it.
- “I just want… I want a-” but before you could finish your sentence, he
cuts you off as his lips lock around yours.
- You gasp in surprise, but he just used it as a chance to deepen the kiss, his
lips hot, moving against yours.
- His hand tangles in your hair in the way he knew you liked, pulling you closer
to him and giving it a gentle tug. His free hand brought you closer to him so you
were almost sat on his lap.
- Gladio’s hum of appreciation resonated through you – you were making him do that!
- Your hands rested on his biceps for support, becoming lightheaded from the
depth of Gladio’s kiss.
- He pulled away with that smile already in place, loving your dazed
- “Was that a good enough… y’know.”
- “Don’t tease me!”
- His chuckle is deep and happy, and fills you with joy.
- Ah you did love this man.
- God this guy was so smooth with his words, how on earth
were you supposed to ask him for a kiss?
- But you wanted one badly, as you sat and watched him in his chair from your
own. His long fingers held a book open in front of him, his other hand
outstretched to reach for a sip of his coffee. He brought the can to his lips,
and you watched as they closed softly around the edge of the can to take a sip.
His head tipped back slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
- Ah! It’s too much! You had to feel
those lips on your own!
- Ignis put down his coffee and looked at you quizzically, drawn by the odd
noise that had escaped your lips.
- How mortifying…
- “Are you alright my love?” He asked.
- “Yes. Yes I was just… just thinking.” You gabbled, feeling the blush rising
to your cheeks already.
- “About what?” He looked at you curiously, no doubt noticing the light red
tinge across your cheeks.
- “Oh, um… well just that I wanted…”
- Ugh why did you have to struggle so much with this?
- “Anything you want kitten, you can have it.”
- He watched, curious as to why you blush deepened at his words. But the possibility
slowly dawned on him; you wanted some affection but was too shy to ask for it.
- How adorable. He couldn’t help but
smile fondly at you, and you knew that he
- Without a word, he’d set his book down and rose off his chair, all while
looking at you. You could swear you saw a hint of a smirk tugging at the
corners of his lips.
- Your heart beat quickened as he walked over to you, placing a hand on either
side of your chair and leaning down until his face was mere inches from yours.
- “Would you like a kiss?” his words would cause any stray strands of hair to
flutter in his wake.
- Your voice wouldn’t work, you just nodded to which he smiled.
- And in the next breath he brought his lips down to yours kissing you deeply,
one hand coming away from the chair to rest under your jaw, tilting your head
so he could kiss you harder.
- His thumb traced gently across your cheek, causing you to hum at the
- Just as you were getting breathless, he pulled away, running a gloved thumb
over your just kissed lower lip.
- “Was that satisfactory?”
- He chuckled as you nodded again, slightly more dazed than before.
- “Don’t be shy, next time just ask.”
- Yep, yep you would.
"Don't worry, I'm used to being hit" Voltron Shklance
Am I sensing potential fluff and angst material here??? Yes. Yes I am. 👌
Lance hummed quietly as he leaned against Shiro, Keith carefully tending to his scrapes as Blue, Red and Black stood guard over their campsite. They had been fighting a major battle again when Lance had thrown himself in front of an ion cannon beam to protect Hunk, the blast sending him crashing to the planet surface.
The Castle was too badly damaged to reach their location, and needed to stay in orbit until the major repairs were finished. Not to mention Blue couldn’t fly at the moment, and Lance refused to leave his girl behind.
Which led to Shiro and Keith, bless his boyfriends bleeding hearts, to come down and tend to him.
Though, Lance was doing most of the bleeding right now. Keith hissed and pressed the gauze down a little harder against the gaping wound in Lance’s side. Shiro was tending to his broken arm, Lance struggling not to cry out in pain. “It’s okay guys, I’m used to being hit. Take one for the team and all that, you know?” He coughed out weakly, Shiro shushing him gently and running a gloved hand under his mouth to wipe away some of the blood leaking from his lips.
“It’s stupid is what it is! You could have died, Lance! Hunk has more armor than you do, he would have been fine! But no, you have to pull this self sacrificing bullshit and scare me and make Shiro worry! It’s like you don’t care about your own life anymore, and I can’t- I just-!” Keith was practically snarling at this point, but his voice dropped away into a pained whisper.
“It’s horrible, seeing you get hurt and bleeding and it scares me that you might die, and I’m terrified of not getting to you in time. If you think of yourself even less than a quarter of how I feel about you…” Shiro reached over and placed a reassuring hand on Keith’s cheek.
The older man looked down at where Lance was blinking back tears. “I share the same feeling as Keith, sweetheart. You need to stop throwing yourself into danger like this, okay? I hate seeing you get hurt. Either of you, getting hurt. Promise me you’ll try to keep the throwing yourself into laser beams to a minimum?”
Lance cracked a weak, teary smile. “Okay. I promise. For you two. I’m sorry… I love you guys, you know that, right?” Keith chuckled, the sound strained and tired, but as genuine as the soft smile on Shiro’s face.
“We love you too, Lance.”
*happy sighing* I do love a good injured Lance Shklance fic~ thanks for the prompt my dude! I had fun with this! Phew, one down, a whole bunch more to go! Keep em coming guys! :D
@littlemissmellodeeThis took longer than expected, but here is the prompt you submitted to me. I hope you enjoy it!
Ryuji’s heart sinks in his chest as he watches Akira drop to the floor. An angel shadow looms over Akira, grabbing him by the hair as it readies another kouha to strike a finishing blow. Captain Kidd’s electric skills will do nothing, but he has to act fast. He takes a deep breath and rushes angel with all he has, taking a bit of damage from the light attack. Ryuji’s blow knocks the massive angel out of the air, crashing it into the tile floor. He looms over it and pulls out his shot gun, pointing it to the center of the thing’s forehead. Its eyes water.
“Please spare me!” It wails in a shrill voice. It spreads its wings, they bristle and ready to take flight.
Ann runs to Akira’s side and places a hand to his back. “What do you want to do?”
Ryuji grits his teeth and looks at Akira from the corner of his eye. Akira is still on the ground, quaking in a bloody mess, unresponsive to Ann’s question. His gaze refocuses on the angel, brown eyes burning with unbridled hatred. He cocks the gun.
Ann looks back up in a panic. “Ryuji! What are you doing! This has to be una-“
Too late. A bang resounds through the room. The angel is dead with a large smoking hole through its forehead. Ryuji turns around and paces over to Akira as the shadow evaporates in a torrent of blood and black mist. He kneels down, back facing Akira. The brunet looks up, eyes barely able to open.
Ryuji looks over his shoulder. “Gimme your arms, Dude…”
Akira reaches up and places his hands on Ryuji’s shoulders. Long rips run along his red gloves, making several sections hang by mere threads off of his fingers. He can’t grip onto Ryuji at all, any exertion sends sensations of pain up his arms. He lets out a soft whimper.
Ryuji’s eyebrows knit together. He gently maneuvers back against Akira, draping his arms over his shoulders. Akira shudders and sags against Ryuji’s back. He grabs onto Akira’s legs and hefts him up onto his back. Akira’s head lulls over Ryuji’s right shoulder. Ryuji looks toward Ann, Yusuke, Morgana, and Makoto.
“Cover my ass, I’m gonna sprint.”
Everyone nods and readies their guns. Ryuji readies himself and takes off running, even with his right knee quivering and every nerve feeling like it’s on fire. He looks ahead, blowing through groups of guards, alarms blare and bullets are whizzing by them. His back and shoulders grow warm and sticky from Akira’s blood. His breaths grow shallow. Ryuji’s eyes widen, he pushes harder. He needs to move faster. Nothing else matters except getting Akira out of the palace. He would blow his knee out before letting Akira die here.
The doors to the bank are in view. One large guard blocks the way. Ryuji grits his teeth and lets out a growl as he bowls the thing over, rushing through the doorway. Morgana shoots through the door next, with Makoto in tow. Yusuke and Ann bring up the rear, spraying bullets into the horde of pursuing shadows.
The palace falls away, revealing the real Shibuya. Everyone is in their regular clothes, even Akira seems normal. The evidence of the cuts and bruises are gone, but something is wrong. His breaths are still shallow. Ryuji’s knees give out and he collapses to the ground. He gives Akira’s leg a squeeze. No response.
“Hey, this ain’t funny, Man…”
He squeezes harder. Still no response. He takes hold of Akira’s hand. It’s too cold to the touch, like there’s no longer anything inside keeping him warm. His lips are turning blue.
“No…no, no, no!” Ryuji looks up in a panic.
The rest of the group gathers around them. Their faces all pale. Yusuke approaches Ryuji and attempts to take Akira from him. Ryuji stumbles to his feet. His eyes are wild. The dark haired boy steps back in bewilderment.
“Eff off!” Ryuji stumbles on his bad leg, but wills it to hold his and Akira’s weight any way. “I know a place… just help me get to the train.”
“Kay…let’s go.” Ann goes to support Ryuji’s weaker side. The group maneuvers through the crowd, attracting strange looks from passersby.
They send the boys off on the train to Yongenjaya. They all want to go, but they could barely stuff Ryuji and Akira into the remaining space with Morgana enduring the tight squeeze inside of Akira’s book bag.
A young couple sees Ryuji’s predicament with Akira and attempt to give up their seats to them, but an older couple manages to steal them away before Ryuji even has time to react. He shoots the old bastards a scathing glare, but doesn’t have any further energy to waste being mad. Akira needs every ounce of strength he has to safely make it to the shady doctor.
As soon as the doors slide open, Ryuji shoves past everyone and bolts toward the clinic. He stumbles along the road, clipping and sometimes outright shoving past people going about their business on the narrow road. He tackles the door open, breathless and cheeks flush. Tae looks at him as if he is absolutely nuts until she sees Akira’s limp body on his back.
“Go to the examination room.”
Ryuji takes a bit too long to move, his knees quake and his mind is pulling him in too many directions. Tae’s eyes narrow as she gets up and slaps a hand against the desk.
Ryuji snaps out of his stupor and hurries past the doors into the back room.
Tae sets to work immediately. She maneuvers IV hangers and various monitors around the room. She readies the examination table as Ryuji carefully eases Akira off of his back and onto the wax paper on top of the stiff table.
“Take his clothes off while I set up the transfusion.”
Ryuji hesitantly begins pulling off Akira’s uniform shirt. His vision blurs as he sees the scars from this evening’s angel attacks. They litter his body, up and down the toned planes of his abdomen and dangerously close to his heart. Ryuji’s hands don’t want to cooperate as they hover over the button of his pants. It feels like he is violating his best friend. Even in such a situation, he can’t help but linger too long. He looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Tae is about ready to turn around. Ryuji figures that it is better him than her that does this. At least that is the best justification to set his hands in motion. The button and zipper give way easy enough, revealing black boxer briefs and even more scars as he pulls Akira’s pants down his slender legs. Ryuji can hardly stand to look at them.
Tae whips around places a mask over Akira’s mouth and hurriedly sanitizes the area over his right antecubital. She does a quick blood pressure check and lets out a ghasp. As she inserts several items into Akira’s arm, Ryuji’s vision blurs then goes white. The last thing his sees is Tae’s shocked face and Akira’s feint breaths against a respirator.
He wakes up with a massive headache from, what he assumes, his head hitting the floor. His head is elevated, but his only view is of Tae’s outrageous choice of footwear. He groans as he lifts himself off of the floor by the examination table. Tae sits at the desk, scribbling down notes while keeping a watchful eye on the monitor. Ryuji winces at the pains in his knee and head as he pulls himself up to kneel by Akira. His complexion is better, but Ryuji is still unsure of his friend’s condition.
“He’s stable…I calculate that he will regain consciousness shortly.” Tae assesses Ryuji without so much as a glance.
“Look, I don’t want thanks for this and though I’m curious I don’t want to know. Whatever it is though, it’s put him in no position to do it again.” She slowly pivots her chair around.
Ryuji turns to face her stern eyes. “I…yeah. He ain’t doing this again.”
Tae nods her approval and hands Ryuji two capsules.
“The hell’s this?” Ryuji stares at them, skeptical of their contents.
“The yellow is for your head and the green one is for your knee. Take them sooner rather than later. He’ll need your help to get home.” She gets up and nudges Ryuji aside so she can pull the needle out and put a tourniquet on his arm.
Ryuji turns away as Tae performs her tasks. He stares at the pills for a moment before dry swallowing them. It can’t be helped.
Akira lets out a little groan as he starts to wake up. All of the tension falls from Ryuji’s body as he turns his complete attention to Akira. Heat is welling within his chest. His heart feels like it could burst out of him at any moment and he’d be fine with it. His best friend is okay. That’s all that matters. Akira ain’t going anywhere. He’s not leaving him.
“Akira! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, you had me going there for a bit!” Even with the relief, Ryuji is entirely too frazzled.
Akira drapes an arm over his eyes and smiles. “Sorry that I scared you, Ryuji…and thanks.”
“Don’t be sorry…just…” the blond takes Akira’s other hand in his. “Don’t fucken do that again…” Ryuji begins to quiver slightly. He places his forehead against the brunet’s hand. Tear drops drip from brown eyes across Akira’s pale skin.
Tae gets up and writes a prescription. She places it next to Ryuji’s hand and walks to the door. “I’m closing shop for today. Make sure he gets home safely. And no more of whatever it is that caused this.”
The door clicks closed and the room is left in an awkward silence. Akira turns his head to look at Ryuji, whose face is still buried against his hand. He’s never seen his best friend so panicked. He pushes himself up on one elbow and strokes the mess of blond hair gently with his free hand.
As soon as Ryuji feels this, he calms a bit. He can still feel that heat throughout him. Why though? When he thought Akira could die from his wounds, he totally lost it. He then remembers how he acted toward Yusuke, not wanting anyone else to touch Akira. Not wanting anyone to take him away. There’s nothing to that, right? He was just being protective of his best friend. He raises his head only to be face to face with Akira’s silver eyes. His cheeks and ears instantly flush. Shit… this isn’t just friendship any more, huh? When did this even happen? Fuck…who cares right now.
“Hey, Ryuji? You okay there?” Akira’s features fill with concern. “Your face is red…and you’re spacing out.”
Ryuji shakes his head. “Sorry, guess I’m still on an adrenaline high, eh?” He pulls back and flashes a genuine smile. That is, until he realizes that Akira is still naked. He hurriedly searches and locates the folded clothes that were under his head and shoves them at Akira.
“Your clothes, Dude. You can’t walk home like that.”
Akira flushes a little. Ryuji catches it and his own turns into a deep crimson hue. This guy is too cute. What the hell.
Akira struggles with his clothes. Apparently he’s still pretty weak.
“This is a little embarrassing, but Ryuji…” Akira holds his shirt and pants out to the blond. “Could you help me get dressed?”
Ryuji hesitates for a moment, but takes the clothes back and starts to redress Akira.The shirt goes on without much trouble. Now the pants… Ryuji carefully places each foot in a pant leg and keeps hold of the waist.
“Ehhh…I know this is gonna be kind of awk sauce.” Ryuji’s brown eyes shift back and forth.
“What do I need to do?” Akira stares up at him, equally flushed and just as awkward.
“I need you to lean on me.”
Ryuji places both of the brunet’s hands on his shoulders. “Put all your weight on me.”
“Seems like I’ve been doing that all night.” Akira catches what he says too late. That sounded really weird.
Ryuji’s entire face goes red. “C’mon, Akira, how the eff can you say shit like that at a time like this?” The blond struggles to focus properly as he eases Akira to his feet, taking the brunt of the weight into his shoulders and chest.
“Just wanted to lighten the mood a little?” The words come out muffled due to the brunet’s face lulling in Ryuji’s neck.
Ryuji tugs the pants up and buttons them closed. Akira stumbles, but Ryuji quickly catches him by the waist. He’s so slender… Ryuji huffs and lets out a frustrated noise into Akira’s neck. Akira startles, but continues to cling to his best friend.
“What’s up with you? You’re acting strange-“
“Awe fuck it…”
And with that, Ryuji hefts Akira back onto the table, cups his face, and kisses him in a single smooth motion. Akira’s eyes go wide as Ryuji’s brown eyes close. He can’t take this any more. He’s too impatient to try and take time to figure this shit out or to try and read Akira’s signals. He can make amends and excuses later. He just has to do this.
Akira leans into the kiss and clings tighter to Ryuji’s shoulders. They remain this way for a few moments before they both pull back for air.
Akira brings the tips of his fingers up to feel the slight swell of his lips. “Is…is this a confession?”
Ryuji, in shock of what he just had the guts to do, drops back to his knees and buries his face in his hands.
“Because I accept.” Akira’s face still maintains a slight flush as he smiles down at Ryuji.
Ryuji’s expression shifts from incredulous to excited to elated in a matter of seconds. “You serious?”
Ryuji releases a giant sigh and smiles. He turns around and pulls Akira back onto his shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”
Akira happily leans into the warm planes of Ryuji’s back. They walk to the café in silence, relishing in their own relief and these new budding feelings.