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This is actually so inspiring!

“So far you’ve survived 100% of your worst days. You’re doing great.”

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Congratulations!!!

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So I have a thought about this. Werewolves are only transformed for one night a month, or three depending on your lore, but anyway. The problem with chocolate for dogs and wolves is that they can't metabolize it properly so it ends up poisoning them. It takes a while for this to be a problem, I believe it is a build up of the product over a period of time that causes the problem.

So, if you are a werewolf, and you are turned, it doesn't matter when you eat the chocolate. When you are human, you are human and unless you are allergic or lactose/dairy intolerant it isn't going to poison you. When you are physically wolf-like it would be a problem only if you were a wolf for a lot longer than a few hours at a time.

To be honest, I think the worst you would get if you ate the chocolate at the start of your transformation, would be feeling sick or throwing it up or something.

Pretty sure they would be fine other than that.

I have a really important question...

Can werewolves (from human to werewolf) eat chocolate?

Pls, I gladly welcome every opinion.

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To Assume

Tony Stark x Male Reader

Word Count: 2650

This is for @charliedakotariley from a request about Tony Stark dating a vampire male reader.

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Tony still couldn't believe his luck when he thought about his partner. Y/n was calm, loving, kind, caring and unbelievably attractive. Of course not everyone agreed with Tony's assessment of his partner, but to be fair, Tony was the only one who had to be attracted to Y/n because he was the one dating him.

Of course that isn't to say that there hadn't been any downs in their relationship. They had been dating for several years now, so naturally they had had their share of fights and arguments. The biggest problem had been around the fact of what Y/n is. Tony had noticed a few things here and there, and when he had confronted his partner he had been brushed off. Tony had never been one to hide from confrontation, and he hadn't let his partners' reticence deter him for long. Don't get him wrong, Tony knew where to draw the line, but he also knew that if he didn't figure out the thing that was keeping them from being totally honest with each other it would tear them apart. And he knew that he didn't want to face the rest of his life knowing he could have done something to keep Y/n and he didn't do it.

He had dug and dug until he hit pay-dirt. His loving, caring, kind partner was a vampire. Yeah, vampires are apparently real. It was kind of a mind-blower for Tony, but once he had that through his head he just filed it away in the file of 'uniquely Y/n' and continued on loving him.

Tony whistled happily as he finished up his latest gizmo in his lab. He had been keeping an unusually close eye on the time today, making everyone roll their eyes when they would see him checking the time periodically. The first few times he had done it he had confused and down-right freaked them out, but by now they were used to it.

-----Time Skip----

Tony pulled up to Y/n's place still buzzing on the fact that he would be seeing him in such a short amount of time. He was still lost in the clouds as he climbed the stairs, skipping several with each step, feeling like a teenager again. It wasn't until he was ringing the doorbell that he realised there was the loud buzz of many conversations happening inside an enclosed space.

Y/n pulled open the door with a relaxed smile on his face. He came to a stop as he registered who was at the door.

Tony stood in the doorway stunned. Y/n was apparently hosting a party for young models or something. Everyone he could see were all incredibly attractive. Tony wasn't a bad looking man by any stretch of the imagination, but he was suddenly hit with the thought that maybe Y/n was looking to move on from him. Why else be here partying without him, surrounded by all these people who were having a wonderful time, laughing and drinking and all, as they were.

One of the women near the door spotted Tony and Y/n staring at each other in silence and seemingly put two and two together because it wasn't long until everyone was filing out the door one by one, all saying goodbye to Y/n. Tony had shifted out of the doorway to let them get passed him, but he was still having trouble processing what he had walked into.

When the last woman had walked out the door, leaving Y/n with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, Tony turned to Y/n. His face said it all as he waited for an explanation. He knew he had an expressive face, and he was prepared to use it to his advantage here. He wanted answers.

Y/n took a step toward Tony to greet him, but was halted by Tony holding up a hand at him.

"What was that?" Tony asked incredulously.

Y/n had the gall to look confused.

"What was what?"

Tony gestured to the inside of Y/n's house, which still bore the remnants of the party.

"That! All that! What was that?" He was aware that his inner drama queen was getting out of hand, but Tony couldn't find it in himself to care.

Y/n just turned a blank look on Tony.

"It was just a few friends. I haven't seen a lot of them for a while, and we got together to catch up."

He walked toward Tony and pulled him into his arms, "It's nothing important. What is important is that you're here now."

Tony looked at Y/n feeling like the world had shifted under him.

"Now," Y/n started, giving Tony a sly look, "What could we possibly think of to do that could use up the rest of the day?"

-----Time Skip------

Tony couldn't sleep. He had tossed and turned, lay there with his eyes closed, gotten up to get a drink of warm milk, and nothing had worked. He knew why he couldn't sleep, but as much as he was quick to confront actual people on things, he knew that he didn't want to do it this time. Not to mention he didn't want to confront his own thoughts on the matter.

Tony looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 6:30 in the morning, and he hadn't gotten more than an hour's sleep at a time. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands while his thoughts ran rampant inside his head. A soft snore from the other side of the bed brought Tony out of the depths of his mind for a moment.

Apparently Y/n wasn't bothered by what had happened at all, or at least not enough to interrupt his sleep. Tony sighed, he was afraid to confront Y/n because he didn't want him to break it off for real. If he was looking to move on then there wasn't really anything Tony could do to stop him.

The doorbell ringing shifted Tony's attention again. He sighed and pulled on some pajama pants over his boxers before making his way out to the front door.

Tony pulled the door open to the sight of a floating bouquet of flowers. Or it seemed that way until the delivery guy spoke from behind them.

"Y/n L/n?"

"Umm, no. But he lives here, I can sign for it."

Tony was completely thrown. What was happening here, who was giving flowers to his partner? Why didn't he know about it? Was it already too late, had Y/n already moved on and just hadn't broken up with him yet?

------Time Skip------

Tony stood looking down at the coffee table in the living area where he had placed the bouquet. There had been a card with it which Tony had resisted the temptation to read, but the real surprise had been the ring box that was also delivered alongside the flowers. So there he stood, he didn't know how long for, in front of the bouquet and ring box having a staring match and losing.

Tony startled slightly as familiar arms wrapped around his waist.

"Hmmm," Y/n snuggled into the crook of Tony's neck, "What's got you up so early?"

Tony pulled away from the embrace and turned to look at his partner, a dangerous glint in his expressive eyes. He could feel tears wanting to come out, but right now he couldn't deal with that. If Y/n broke up with him then he could break down in private, right now, he needed anger.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked clueless as to the pain he was causing Tony.

"What's wrong?!" Tony shot back incredulously. "What's wrong, is that I come here for our date night that we set up weeks ago, so we could spend time together, and you're in the middle of a party, that must have been for models or something! And then, as if that wasn't enough, did they all have to kiss and hug you on the way out? And then."

Tony shifted slightly to the side, showing the bouquet and ring box sitting on the coffee table.

"Then, there's that."

Tony turned, eyebrows raised to look at his partner. He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life. He wanted to see the expression on his face as he either struggled for an explanation or broke Tony's heart for good.

The look on Y/n's face went from confused and worried to sad and lastly, upon seeing the bouquet it settled into determination.

'Well, heart break it is.' Tony thought despondently.

"It's not what you think Tony." Tony watched Y/n try to explain, feeling detached.

"Seriously Tony." Y/n gave a heavy sigh and took a seat on one of the arms of the couch.

"The people that were here last night were my children."

Tony blinked once, twice, and a third time as the words registered.

"What?"

Y/n's shoulders drooped slightly. "You remember that I'm a vampire? I've been alive for a long time Tony. In that time I've come across a lot of people in need of help. The ones who had no one else willing or capable of taking care of them, well I adopted them."

Y/n took a deep breath as he looked at the bouquet.

"That," He said, gesturing at the bouquet with the card that he had apparently grabbed and read through at some point, "is from my oldest daughter. The only biological child I have."

He paused as his eyes lost focus for a moment.

"I don't know if you know anything about flowers, but those are white and yellow roses, yellow tulips and white and pink lilies. Those are all colours generally accepted to mean thank you. There's nothing even remotely romantic in the sentiment."

Tony felt all the anger drain out of him at that. He shook his head in regret.

"God, I'm sorry. Starlight, I thought we were done with the secrets when I confronted you about the vampire thing. Why couldn't you have just told me about them then?"

Y/n just hung his head. "We hadn't been together that long yet. I wouldn't have even told you about me being a vampire if you weren't the smarty-pants that you are and figured it out for yourself. These things take time. I guess I was just waiting for the right time. I'm sorry Tones. Forgive me?"

Tony mulled it over.

"I want to meet them."

Y/n frowned. "What?"

"You heard me, I want to meet them. All of 'em." Tony gestured around the living room to indicate a similar event to the party the night before.

Y/n looked at his partner blankly, then nodded.

"Well, I think if we're going to do this then we should start with my eldest. It's only fitting I think."

-----Time Skip-----

Y/n pulled up to a house in a part of Queens that Tony realised wasn't all that far from where Peter lived. The two men got out of the car and headed up the front steps to the house. It was fairly decently kept from the quick look they got before the door opened to a young woman in scrubs.

"Can I help you-- Oh, Y/n, I almost didn't recognise you."

Y/n smiled and moved forward to hug the woman. "How are you Lydia? And how is she?"

The woman who Tony now knew to be named Lydia smiled softly.

"I'm well, thanks for asking. And she's doing alright, been asking for you lately. It's good you're here."

Tony saw the shift in Y/n's eyes. There was something in his expression he hadn't seen before.

"Who's your friend?" Lydia asked.

Y/n cleared his throat and turned to Tony.

"Lydia May, this is Tony Stark, my partner. Tony, this is Lydia, my daughter's nurse."

After the obligatory small talk Lydia led the two of them into the house proper. She left them in the living room and went to find Y/n's daughter.

Before too long Lydia returned helping an old woman into the room. The woman is easily in her mid 80's. Y/n stood and made his way over to them and relieved Lydia by offering to help instead.

"D/n, how are you honey?" Tony couldn't help but see the overwhelming love in Y/n's eyes. It was written all over his face when he looked at his daughter.

D/n looked up at the voice and broke into a tremulous smile.

"Dad, you made it. It's wonderful to see you!"

Tony felt like an outsider for not the first time, but the difference was that this time he didn't want to ruin it. His usual trick was to make everyone uncomfortable enough that they wouldn't mind if he left, but this time he both wanted to be here to see this moment, and felt like he didn't deserve to be witnessing something so pure and beautiful.

Once father and daughter had finished hugging and Y/n had gotten his daughter situated in her chair, he turned to Tony.

"D/n, this is Tony. You remember I told you I had met someone? Well this is him."

Tony felt nervous all of a sudden. Apparently it was with good reason, as the second her eyes found his, Tony felt like she was looking into his soul. He felt exposed and ashamed of everything he had ever done wrong in his life, which was not a feeling he enjoyed at all.

D/n's face broke into a smile soon after that intense staring match.

"He's a good one, I can tell." She said while patting Y/n's hand.

"I know." Was Y/n's simple response.

------Time Skip-----

That night Tony woke up suddenly without knowing why. He lay in bed and listened to the silence of the night and tried to figure out what had woken him. It was some minutes later that he realised that Y/n wasn't in bed beside him. He frowned to himself as he got out of bed.

Y/n wasn't hard to find. He was sitting in the living room with just a single light sitting on the side table. Tony found him staring at the ring from the ring box. He frowned and padded toward his partner.

"Do you know why I wanted you to meet my eldest first?"

Tony was silent for a second. "Because she's the easiest to deal with?"

"No." Y/n started. Tony suddenly had a bad feeling. "It's because she was dying."

Tony knelt in front of Y/n and took his free hand. "Anything I can do, it's yours. Money for medical expenses, heck, my state of the art medical wing with the specialist doctors on call. Just say the word and it's yours."

Y/n looked up into Tony's eyes and Tony's heart sank at the sight of tears in Y/n's.

"No need. She passed an hour ago. I felt her heart stop beating."

Tony felt his own eyes fill with tears, and he pulled Y/n into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry."

Y/n pulled back from the embrace and looked Tony in the eyes.

He pulled the both of them to their feet and met Tony's eyes again.

"My daughter was wise beyond anything in this world, and the last piece of advice she gave me, while you were getting into the car, was that 'if you find something in this world that it would break you to lose, do something about it'."

Y/n slowly got down on one knee and held out the ring.

"Tony Stark, you know everything about me, which is something that almost no one has ever done. Aside from my children, you are the most important thing in this world, and I would be lost without you. So, I'll offer myself to you for as long as you would have me. Tony, will you marry me?"

Well, what else could Tony say but yes?

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What Comes Next

Sirius Black x Male Reader

World Count: 2669

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Sirius stood nervously outside the front doors of Potter Manor. The right side of his face felt like it was on fire despite the freezing chill in the air. He was eternally grateful for the rain that fell because it successfully hid the fact that he was crying. He didn't know why. He hated his family, so why did it hurt this much to leave?

A soft touch to his shoulder brought Sirius back to earth in a rush and he flinched away on instinct. He kicked himself for that reaction as he turned to see the worry forming on his best friends face.

Sirius swallowed his feelings and tried for his usual care-free grin, but even as he pulled it onto his face he knew it wasn't working. James' face furrowed even further and he didn't even bother with words, he just gestured inside silently.

-------Time Skip-------

Sirius was sitting on the couch in one of the sitting rooms having been plied with hot chocolate and little cakes by James' worried mother. He was trying to find his usual facade, but it didn't seem to be possible, he was just numb. Not even his best friend sitting silently by his side was enough to wake him from his stupor.

And wasn't that something; James Potter sitting quietly anywhere. There was definitely something wrong in that statement. James was many things, but he wasn't the quietly comforting type.

When Sirius managed to pull himself out of the depth of despair he had found himself in, the only other person in the room was James' dad, Charlus Potter.

Charlus gave a wan smile to Sirius when their eyes met and heaved a sigh.

"I sent James and Euphemia out a little while ago. I thought you might want some space."

Sirius nodded woodenly.

"Um--" He started, but found his throat completely dry.

Charlus moved slowly out of his arm chair and over to a side table with a pitcher of water and some glasses on it.

"Here, just sip it slowly son." He said handing over a not quite full glass of water.

Charlus moved back to his chair and hummed quietly as he waited for Sirius to gather his thoughts.

"Umm. What happens now?" Sirius asked in a hollow tone.

"Well," Charlus started quietly, "first, I need to know who did that to your face."

Sirius moved a hand upward but an angry throb from the area around his eye reminded him not to touch it. He hissed in pain. In his numb state he hadn't registered the pain, but now that he had been reminded about it he could feel every inch of the pain radiating from it.

"Yeah," Charlus chuckled darkly, "I wouldn't suggest touching it."

He sighed heavily before continuing, "If it's courtesy of who I think it is, then this is about to get nasty. In any case, I know it can be hard to talk about and if you aren't ready then it can wait, but we should get some pictures of that for proof before Euphemia heals it."

Sirius nodded again. He could feel the numbness creeping back in.

-------Time Skip-------

Sirius sat on the edge of the extra bed in James' room. It had practically been his before this, but now it would really be his. He felt tears gather in his eyes at the thought. Why couldn't his family have just accepted him the way he was? But then, they never had so why was he feeling this way?

A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts and he quickly rubbed the tears away before turning to face the door.

His best friend stood by the door with a concerned expression on his face.

"What? It's your room, man, you don't have to knock on the door."

Sirius cringed as the words came out of his mouth. He didn't mean to snap, but he didn't want James to see him like this. Heck, he didn't want anyone to see him like this, he was suppose to be Sirius Black, nothing was ever suppose to faze him.

James gave Sirius a small smile, but the effect was ruined by the concerned furrow of his brows that didn't go away.

"I just wanted to say one thing. You don't have to tell me anything about what happened." He stated with an uncharacteristic seriousness, "I mean, if you want to then I'll listen, but if you don't want to then--"

Sirius cut him off with a bark of laughter. If it was a little more brittle than his normal laugh, and even though James could hear the cracks in his best friends heart, neither of them commented on it.

James schooled his face into an indignant expression. "Hey! I'm trying to be helpful here!"

It didn't last though, it never could with James, and he ended up laughing with Sirius.

"I know! It's hilarious," Sirius wheezed out between his laughter, "You, trying to be comforting, and serious? It's just wrong!"

"Hey! I'm not trying to be Sirius, that's you!"

Sirius groaned and slumped over onto his pillow. Those jokes had gotten old years ago, but it was good that James was trying.

As Sirius lay in bed hours later staring up into the darkness he thought again how lucky he was, he might not be loved by his biological family, but he had James, and Remus and Peter, and James' family was like a real family to him. He thought once again of the times he had lain in bed in Gryffindor tower and wished James was his real brother, because then he would really be Charlus and Euphemia's son. If only.

-------Time Skip-------

Sirius sat in their compartment on the train back to Hogwarts, slumped over with his forehead on the window. He had sat that way since getting on the train. His loving family had been on the platform to see Regulus back off to Hogwarts after the Christmas break. They had even seen him with the Potter's and just turned away, their noses so high in the air they were practically staring at the ceiling. Sirius had heard James mutter something to him about how they didn't trip over with that move, but his answering laugh had been empty.

He had sat with his forehead pressed to the window and watched the platform until the train left the station, feeling like he was numb once again. He was heading back to Hogwarts, but it wasn't accompanied by the same feelings of relief that it normally was. He had been able to deal with the jeering and snide remarks made by the parts of his family that went to Hogwarts because he knew they're opinions didn't matter. He didn't want to be like them, so what they thought of him didn't matter. This time though, he knew it would be different.

He was numb to pretty much everything, drifting through the last week with the Potter's, but he knew the comments and remarks of his now ex-family would be like vinegar in open wounds. He wasn't sure he could keep dealing with it.

Apparently his friends could tell he was dealing with some stuff, because they hadn't bothered him yet and they were almost back to the school. They had sat around him like a vigilant guard, and joked and laughed with each other, but once he had sat silently through it all they had stopped trying to include him in the banter.

The train pulling into the station at Hogsmeade wasn't enough to wake Sirius from his reverie. It wasn't until Remus leaned over to get his attention that he came out of it. The sudden movement of someone looming over him brought him right back to the last moments at his parents place, and he flinched back into his seat away from what he thought would be a blow. When it didn't come he lowered his arms from their instinctive defensive position in front of his face and came face to face with the horrified look on Remus's face.

Sirius felt his face flush as the blood rushed up in his embarrassment. It wasn't enough the James knew, now his other friends had to know how broken he was?

"Sorry, you just startled me." He swallowed and tried to bring a smile to his face, but it still wasn't working.

Sirius carefully took in his friends faces. James had that sad concerned look on his face again, Peter just looked confused, and Remus still looked horrified, but he was looking at the hand he had used to shake Sirius, not his friend.

Sirius felt the blood drain from his face as he took in the expression on Remus's face. Of course he thought Sirius was afraid of him. He didn't know what had happened over the break, all he knew was that his friend had flinched away from him when he went to touch him. Sirius felt like kicking himself, but the train wasn't the place for this conversation.

Remus looked back up at Sirius with a pained expression, but quickly tried to cover it with a smile. Sirius reached out to him, but Remus backed away.

"Remus, wait! It's not you."

His friend stopped and turned questioning eyes on him.

"I can't--" He stopped himself and looked around the compartment. "Not here, tonight in our dorm, I'll explain, but it's not you. I'm not afraid of you. You're just a sock-folding marshmallow."

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Sirius looked around himself in confusion. He was in his room at the Black Townhouse. He was at his desk and in front of him was a familiar silver box. It was a traditional first courting gift for purebloods that he intended to send off for Christmas.

He was writing a letter, the quill was still in his hand dripping ink onto the parchment. He remembered this, it had happened just over a week ago. He felt dread creep down his spine as he heard heavy footsteps make their way to his door. It slammed open and his hateful mother stood in the doorway with her usual sneer on her face as she took his room in. Her glare landed on him and then slid down to the quill in his hand.

Walburga's face shifted from her standard malicious expression that was reserved for blood traitors and Sirius to a shocked expression. Sirius felt the blood draining from his face as his mother strode into his room and picked up the box despite his attempts to stop her. She lifted the lid carefully before turning to look Sirius in the eyes with a soft look in her own eyes for the first time since he was sorted into Gryffindor in first year.

"Who--" She cut herself off as she spotted the half finished letter on his desk.

With a quick movement she had the parchment in her hand and was sweeping her eyes over the contents.

Sirius closed his eyes in defeat as the soft look in her eyes died upon seeing the very obviously male name the letter was addressed to at the top.

The first blow came while his eyes were closed. He had no time to prepare himself, and he fell back and landed on the floor as his chair tripped him up. Sirius was in shock, neither of his parents had ever physically struck him before. They had used magic to hurt him, as often as he had done anything to irritate them, but physically hitting him? That had never happened before.

He sat in shock for a second as his face throbbed from the impact of his mother's fist. But his shock disappeared as he saw her reach for her wand. That was a familiar action and was enough for his brain to kick-start again. He leapt up from his position sprawled across the floor and kicked the desk chair up and at Walburga. While she shrieked and tried to get away from the chair Sirius grabbed his wand and bolted for the stairs. A hard push to his back was the last thing he felt before everything went black.

Sirius woke in a rush, sitting up gasping for breath. He was covered in sweat and out of breath, his heart was still beating insanely fast.

He was halfway out of his bed and looking for an exit before he realised he was in Gryffindor tower, not the basement of the Black Townhouse the way he had been the first time he had experienced that particular moment.

Sirius flopped back onto his bed and let out a rush of air. His pajamas were sticking to his rapidly cooling body, and he could feel pins and needles all over his skin. He scrubbed his hands over his face and gave up trying to sleep.

Sirius leapt out of bed and only stopping to drag his blanket off of his bed and collect his wand, he made his way out of his dorm room. The common room was empty at this time of night, or early morning as it seemed to be, and Sirius was still feeling antsy, so he continued out of the tower.

Before long Sirius found himself at the top of the Astronomy tower. He left his blanket at the entrance of the viewing platform and walked over to the ledge. He didn't know how long he stood there in the cool night air staring out into the darkness, but when he came back to himself dawn light was creeping along the grounds. A soft snore from the back of the platform drew his attention.

Sirius turned and spotted the slumped figure of another person leaned up against the wall. He was pretty sure he knew who it was, and he smiled his first real smile since the incident as he walked softly over toward the figure. As he got closer he was proven right as H/C hair and S/T skin came into view. He crouched by Y/N's side and took hold of his shoulder to gently shake him awake.

Bleary E/C eye's opened and tried to focus on Sirius. He sat patiently by Y/N's side and waited for him to wake up a bit more.

"What are you doing here? It's freezing out." Sirius asked Y/N gently.

Y/N snorted and leveled an 'are you serious right now' look at Sirius.

"Yeah, alright, fair." Sirius grinned and turned back to face the viewing area of the platform.

It was quiet for a few minutes as both boys watched the dawn beat back the night.

"So." Y/N started.

"Yeah." Sirius knew what he was leading to, the other boy was from another prominent family so of course he had heard what had happened, but Sirius didn't want to talk about it. Surely Y/N knew that, right?

"Hmm." Y/n hummed in response. Sirius saw a smile growing on Y/N's face as he rubbed the blanket between his fingers.

"Why did you even bring your blanket? You just left it at the door." The cautious grin on his face made Sirius feel both hopeful and bad for having put that caution there in the first place.

He took the distraction from the Thunderbird in the room gratefully.

"Clearly I brought it for you." He stated with a sly grin. The expression grew as he took in the confused look on Y/N's face.

Sirius grabbed both ends of the blanket and leapt at his boyfriend and wrapped the both of them up together under it.

They stayed under the blanket wrapped up with each other until they were late for their first class. Both the teacher and their collective friends rolled their eyes as the boys rushed in late and out of breath, grinning madly at each other.

'Yeah,' Sirius thought to himself as he watched his boyfriend from across the room where the teacher had separated them, 'Things will be alright.'

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So I just wanted to add another few things to this.

I got a request asking for a super angsty fic with the reader killing themself at the end, and I didn't realise until I had read it that it wasn't something that I wanted to write. So I'm sorry but I won't write anything that ends with the reader killing themself.

Also, I study full time so I just wanted to put on here that I ghost for quite a while when that gets to be too intense and needs my full attention.

Rules for Requesting

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent me a request or asked me a question so far.

I have gotten the question twice now asking about rules for requesting, so I thought I should make up a little blurb for people if they are interested.

So I am happy to write for trans readers (ftm), or gender neutral, or male. I know that might upset some people, but I am trans myself (ftm) and writing from the female point of view upsets my dysphoria so I am not able to do it.

I don't want to write underage/adult pairings because it makes me feel gross to think about it.

I am not super comfortable writing smut, so please don't fill up my inbox with heaps of requests for it. I will give it a go sometimes, but I think we will probably all be disappointed with the result.

If I feel like writing smut I might put up a message asking for prompts about it, so look out for that if you have a really good idea and want it written.

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Hi! I was the one who asked for Thor x son of Zeus. I like that you used the Riordan version. How about, for part 2, a kind of funny scene with Thor nervous asking Zeus for permission to "court" the reader?

Hi Anon! I tried to write the scene as funny, but my characters had other ideas, so I hope this still works for you!

Part 2

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A Match Made by the Gods

Part 2

Thor x Male Son of Zeus Reader

Word Count: 1576

Hi Anon! I hope this is what you were after for part 2!

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Thor leaned back in his seat, admiring Y/n as he sipped his drink. They had been meeting a couple of times a week for a drink or two ever since their encounter in the forest over a month ago now.

After the initial misunderstanding between them, Thor had felt a little unsure how to go about acting on the not-at-all platonic feelings that were developing inside him. Normally he would just go for it, after all, you wouldn't know if the other person was interested if you didn't ask, but he was wary. Things hadn't ended well with Jane, and he was hesitant to have things sour between himself and Y/n.

"Tell me more of this 'Camp Half-Blood' that you work at."

The amused expression on Y/n's face was worth more than Thor could say. He did so enjoy seeing the other man's face light up in any way.

"Well," Y/n began with a private smile, "We're all descendants of Greek Gods. We've got the big three; Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, and then the lesser known Gods and Goddesses of the Pantheon. Each one has a cabin for their children when they come through the camp. Some of them are bigger, like the one for Aphrodite's children, and they're usually located near the various things that are the most relevant to that God, like Poseidon's cabin is located right on the water."

Thor watched Y/n gesture with his hands as he got more caught up in explaining. There was so much life in this man. Thor enjoyed being someone who was allowed to see it.

"The kids are great, but things can get pretty crazy when you add in super abilities and prejudices and whatnot."

"Prejudices? What do you mean?"

Y/n took another sip of his drink and mulled the question over. He was sure that Thor wasn't asking about the word itself, more the context. He refused to buy into the popular theory that the God was totally naive.

"Well, its a pretty mixed bag at the camp. There are the kids that stick to their parents particular grudges and beefs with the other Gods and Goddesses in the hopes that if they hold the same beliefs, then maybe their parent will pay them attention or find them worthy, or something. And then there are the ones that can see their parent for what they are. Those are the ones that either make up their own minds or hold the complete opposite opinion simply for the chance to pull the finger, metaphorically, at their absent parent."

Thor bowed his head in thought.

"Those that can see their parent for what they are. What are they?"

His normally boisterous voice was lowered to account for the serious conversation he had stumbled onto.

Y/n leaned in unconsciously as he answered.

"Well, essentially they're the deadbeat parent that left the other parent with a baby and no real way to protect it from the dangers that come for them just for being what they are."

They were silent for a little while, both lost in thought.

"I think that, for the God or Goddess in question, there's an element of shame in there. More than what you would expect for having abandoned their child."

Y/n licked his dry lips and kept his eyes on his glass, now empty on the table in front of him.

"For them, we, the children they leave behind," he clarified with a quick glance at Thor, "are a symbol. We are absolute proof that they are not the perfect beings they pretend they are. We are the undeniable fact that they, the seemingly divine Gods, fell in love and laid with humans. For all their powers, they are not so different from us. The only difference is that we don't deny our faults."

Thor sat in silence, just watching the man on the other side of the booth. For all that both Asgardians and Olympians were regarded as Gods by the humans, they were apparently quite different. He, for one, was sure there was no force on Midgard that could force him to leave Y/n behind. He would even defy his own father if it came down to it. He might not have the other man in the way that he wanted yet, but he was sure that at some point in the future it would happen. Their meeting had been nothing less than an act of fate.

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Something odd was happening to Thor. A few times in the last week his powers had acted up without his prompting. Specifically, the last two times he had walked Y/n back to his car, he had gathered his courage and gone to lean in to try to kiss him goodnight, but instead of either being rebuffed or accepted, thunder would rumble out of nowhere or lightning would strike down far too close for comfort.

It wouldn't affect Thor much, it was his element, but if he was this out of control at the thought of kissing the other man, he was worried that he could accidentally hurt him, or worse.

So tonight when they were standing by Y/n's car and lingering by each other with no other reason to prolong goodbye, Thor was understandably nervous. He wanted so badly to kiss Y/n, but he really didn't want to be the cause of pain for the other man.

He didn't even get close this time, as just as he made to step closer, thunder rolled across the sky warningly. Thor looked into Y/n's eyes, an exasperated look on his face.

"I am very sorry about that, I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. I haven't been this out of control since I was much younger!"

He took in the guilty look on Y/n's face and felt his own face shift to match the confusion he was feeling.

Y/n cringed.

"I don't think it's your fault."

Thor shifted slightly.

"Father." He said softly, suddenly connecting the dots from their first meeting. The look on Y/n's face was confirmation enough for him.

"Your father is Zeus, the lightning God."

Thor spoke slowly as he parsed out his thoughts. Y/n nodded with a defeated look on his own face.

"Yeah, sorry about this. I don't know what his problem is, he hasn't interfered in my life in years. To be honest with you I thought he had forgotten he had me as a son."

Thor thought to relations between the realms of the 'Gods'.

"I might have an idea about that."

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'Sometimes it pays to know so many sorcerers.' Thor thought absently to himself as he stood on the top of the Empire State building. He wasn't about to walking into their realm, but he also knew that if they didn't do this now, he might never get up the nerve to do it.

It had taken pathetically little time to find out where the entrance was. Thor knew he could have asked Y/n, but he wanted to sort this out without him, and he just knew that Y/n would want to be involved if he told him why he wanted to know.

Unfortunately, he knew how the 'Gods' tended to think of humans, Y/n might only be half human but that still made him lesser than them in the eyes of those with powers and life-spans like theirs, and Thor wasn't about to put Y/n in that position if he didn't have to.

An earsplitting strike of lightning right beside him brought Thor out of his thoughts. He looked out over the skyline instead of facing the man he now knew was Y/n's father.

"Why have you come here Asgardian? You are not welcome in our territory."

"You know why I am here."

He left it at that. Zeus knew why he was there, and Thor wasn't prepared to pretend otherwise.

The other man turned to stare at Thor. He turned to meet Zeus's eyes. He wasn't about to be cowed by this man. They shared an element after all.

"You are trying to corrupt my son."

Thor rolled his eyes and turned back to the skyline. It was less infuriating.

"I have no such wishes. Your son is a good man. I wonder what stake you could have in the matter. The worried father? I think perhaps you lost that right when you gave him to his mother and turned away. Perhaps you are worried for your power base? I have no plans to sway Y/n from his position, nor any future plans you may have for him."

Zeus was staring stonily at Thor.

"Whether I was there during his childhood in person or not is not the issue here. I was always there in spirit."

He sighed, and seemed to lose his fight.

"I suppose, in the end, you are right. I have no control over who my son dates. But let me tell you. If you hurt my son, not even your All-Father will be able to save you from my wrath. There will be nowhere in any realm that you could hide where I would not find you."

With a last strike of lightning, Zeus was gone, leaving Thor standing on the top of the Empire State building alone.

The one thing that broke through the silence left behind by Zeus was the thought that if he hurt Y/n, he would deserve everything that the other God would heap on him.

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Accidentally on Purpose

Gray Fullbuster x Male Reader

Word Count: 1417

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Y/n sighed for the eighth time that morning. He was regretting ever deciding to take up magic. His family had pressured him into learning fire magic when he was younger. They had wanted him to be able to join a guild and make enough money to live comfortably, and while there was nothing wrong with the sentiment, it hadn't been what Y/n had wanted to do.

In fact, it had been nothing but trouble since then. As a fire wizard his body temperature was naturally higher than other peoples, which made it difficult to pursue his dreams.

Y/n had been to see a performance by figure skaters with a friend when he had been about to start his magic training, and from the first moment the performers had stepped out onto the ice he had been gone. It was just so beautiful. The movements of the skaters, the ambience of the arena and the awe of the crowd had taken hold of his heart and never let go.

So here he was, sitting on the stands at his local rink listening to his coach tell him for the umpteenth time that he had to either find a way to control his magic and body temperature or find another career.

"It just isn't sustainable. The harder you practice, the hotter your body gets. It's getting to the point that the ice isn't safe to be on. There has to be a way to keep your body temperature down. If there isn't, well, maybe think about joining a wizards guild and doing that instead."

His coach stood up with a sigh.

"Think on it over the weekend, okay?"

Y/n let out a heavy breath and sat back. He had no idea what he could do to fix this. He didn't want to work as a wizard. All he wanted to do was skate. He wanted to bring a little beauty and art to other people with his movement out on the ice.

Eventually the pitying looks from his friends at the rink got to be too much for Y/n and he gathered his things and left.

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The communication lacrima that the skaters each had in order to keep in contact lit up on Y/n's bedside table. He groaned as he was woken by the glow. Who would think it was a good idea to wake him up in the middle of the night?

He activated it with a glare and bit out a particularly terse response.

"What!"

"Wow, nice."

Y/n glared his bleary eyes at the lacrima. One of his friends came into view slowly as his vision cleared.

"Why are you calling me so late?"

"Nice. You should be nicer. I might not tell you the idea I had."

Y/n could tell that his friend wanted him to take the hint and ask him, but he was feeling tired and very sorry for himself after the talk with his coach that afternoon. He had come to the awful conclusion that he would have to give up on that particular dream, so to be woken up at stupid o'clock by one of his friends who wasn't going to have to give up skating, well, Y/n wasn't feeling very charitable just then.

"Good."

He closed down the connection and rolled back over to go back to sleep.

His friend was not giving up apparently, because the lacrima lit up once again.

Y/n rolled back toward it and activated it with a vicious swear.

"Just tell me what you want so I can wallow in my misery properly!"

He could see his friend shaking his head at him.

"I figured out how to solve your problem. We'll just hire an ice wizard."

Y/n stopped glaring.

"What?"

"We'll just hire an ice wizard to come in and keep the ice in tact while you're practicing. There have to be lots out there, and if you pay them enough they probably won't mind. Not to mention, there isn't any fighting or danger involved, so that's a plus!"

Y/n sat there, mind entirely blank. Why hadn't he thought of that?

His friend gave him the biggest smirk he had ever seen before.

"You're welcome!"

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Gray was confused. When he had gotten to the guild that morning he had expected to have to sit around waiting for the rest of their team to show up before having to do anything. He and Natsu would fight, get yelled at by Erza, and then, finally, decide on a job and head out to wherever it was that they needed to go.

That had not happened. He had gotten to the guild and immediately been called over to the bar by their Master, Makarov.

"Gray my boy!"

"Hey Gramps, what's up?"

"There's a job that's been posted that would be perfect for you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, it specifically needs an ice wizard to solve their problem. I think it's something you should look into."

"Uh, alright then."

And just like that, he had been heading out to a job that he hadn't even thought to read about first. Gramps had told him the location and he had just headed out, no questions asked.

He was regretting it now, however. He was standing in the building that had been on the piece of paper that Makarov had handed him, which was notably not the job request.

Gray was starting to wish he had asked for the original job request, because he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing at an ice rink. He had a sneaking suspicion that Gramps had been drunk, or maybe he was pulling a prank on him by sending an ice wizard to an ice rink.

"Hi! Can I help you with something?"

Gray turned toward the person talking to him and took in the uniform they were wearing.

'Huh, she must work here. Maybe she knows what's going on.'

"Uh, yeah. Did you happen to request an ice wizard for something? Or know who might have?"

Her eyes lit up with understanding, and, Gray was disconcerted to notice, a little mischief.

"No, I don't think it was anyone on the staff, but I might know who would have. Follow me."

They walked out of the reception area and into the stands looking out over the rink.

The girl Gray was following headed over to a couple of people sitting in the stands.

"Did someone order an ice wizard?"

Gray was sure nothing good could come from that tone.

The two people sitting down turned to them as one, and Gray was hit with the sudden realisation that he might be in trouble. One of them was gorgeous. He had y/c/h hair and the most amazing y/e/c eyes.

Gray swallowed.

'Well, that was unexpected.'

He had gotten through jobs with people who were attractive before and he knew he would have to do it again after this, so he shoved those thoughts to the back of his head.

Gray tore his eyes off the first guy and glanced at the other one. He was giving the first guy a particularly smug look before turning to meet Gray's gaze.

"Hi, I'm Sam, and this is Y/n. We asked for an ice wizard specifically because of him. He's a fire wizard, which is messing with his ability to practice his skating. So basically, what we need is to borrow your abilities for a few hours a day while he practices for the next week. We are working on a longer term fix, but in the mean time, we only have one more week until the qualifying events start."

Gray looked at the other guy. He could sense the heat coming off of him so it made sense that he was a fire wizard.

"Man, that must suck if it affects your skating so much."

Y/n snorted.

"Yeah, no kidding."

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The first day had gone really well, Y/n reflected silently. Whatever it was that Gray had done to fix his ice-melting problem, it seemed to have held while Y/n was practicing.

He was sitting on one of the benches, working his skates off when he felt someones presence nearby. Y/n looked up briefly and met the curious eyes of his friend.

"What?"

"You where hotter today."

Y/n couldn't help it. He blushed.

His friend burst out laughing.

"Oh that poor guy! He's having to work harder than you already needed him to just because you have a crush on him!"

"Shut UP!"

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Okay, I can see you send me a message, but I can't see it. 😰😰 I'm seriously freaking out. 😅😅

I tried to log out, I tried (idk even why) to restart my phone, but nothing is working.

I literally don't know how to fix it.

I'm on Tumblr for 7 years now (maybe more) and I still don't know how it works. 😭😭😭

I'm gonna lose my mind If I lost this conversation forever. 😢😢

Oh no! I thought you must have been asleep or something!

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Love Conquers All

Part 2

Zuko x Male Reader

Word Count: 1643

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The next morning Y/n followed Zuko back down to the kid's campsite. Y/n was half expecting them to have packed up and left, but he was happily proven wrong when they got down there.

The kids were sitting in a half circle, clearly waiting for the two of them to arrive. From the looks of things, they might actually be more open to talking to them today.

A look at the water tribe girl told Y/n that she still had a serious distrust for them that would be annoying to get past.

They approached the group. Y/n held back. He would be on guard for anything they might pull that could hurt Zuko.

"Um, so, you guys have something you want to say?"

Y/n guessed that if you couldn't count on the Avatar to break the ice then the world was doomed.

"Yes. I'm here because I know now that my destiny is to teach the Avatar firebending. I also wanted to say that I'm deeply sorry for all of my actions that have caused you pain or worry. I know that my apology doesn't fix everything, but I hope that it can help pave the way to better relations between us."

Y/n had missed this version of Zuko. He had been buried under so much pain and anguish, and had been desperately trying not to let anyone see it. It was good to have him acting more like himself again, but no amount of royal training was going to remove his awkward manner.

"Why should we believe anything you have to say? You've been chasing us around the world trying to capture Aang and kill us! We shouldn't even be sitting here listening to you!"

That girl was really sticking with her hard-done-by feelings. Y/n was going to have to keep a close eye on her around Zuko.

"Actually," the water tribe boy interjected, "I had a question about that."

He stared into the remains of their fire for a second before looking up at the still standing duo.

"Why didn't you just use your airbending to capture Aang? I mean, it looked like you were holding your own against Katara pretty well. When we first met you could have wiped the floor with us. So why?"

Y/n was surprised. The Water Tribe boy was more perceptive than he had given him credit for.

"It's a secret."

Bless Zuko for trying to take the question for him. Y/n sent a grateful smile his way.

"The Fire Lord has decreed that any airbenders are to be executed. If any are found, it's a death sentence."

Y/n looked around at the appalled faces of the kids. Finally it looked like they were starting to realise what they were involved in.

"How can you side with monsters like that?!"

Y/n turned furious eyes on the opinionated girl.

"I don't side with them! I side with Zuko."

"That isn't any better! So you're saying that if he decided to go back to the Fire Nation tomorrow you would just go with him?"

She was on her feet and flinging her words at him much the same way she had been with water the day before.

She turned back to her friends.

"This is why we can't trust them! I know you want to have someone else who's an airbender Aang, but he won't do the right thing if Zuko doesn't."

She spat Zuko's name like it was a bad word.

Aang turned big eyes on them.

"Would you really go back to them?"

"No."

"You just said----"

"I won't go back to them because Zuko won't. And I stand with him."

Y/n chanced a glance at Zuko only to find him already looking at him. He had that soft smile on his face that had been missing for years. Y/n was so glad that it was back. They reached for each other at the same time, fingers coming together and intertwining easily, familiarly.

There was a surprised intake of breath from the kids in front of them.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Was Y/n's eloquent response.

"Well, that doesn't make it okay to do the wrong thing when you know it's wrong."

She was still lecturing them, but the wind had clearly gone out of her sails.

Y/n managed to pull his eyes away from Zuko and look back at the group.

"We really are on your side this time."

Y/n stilled. The air had shifted in the way that it did when it was trying to warn him of something, becoming electrified. He spun around, scanning their surroundings, trying to locate the problem. He spotted the man up on the cliff just in time to bring his sword up and deflect the wave of energy that he sent at them.

Y/n growled. His timing had been off, resulting in his returned wave being sent off in a different direction.

"You all need to get out of here! If he keeps this up, the whole temple is going to come down."

"Y/n, if you can keep him busy, we can try to find a way to get rid of him!"

The Water Tribe boy was apparently their leader, was Y/n's distracted thought as he stood waiting for the man's next barrage.

If they got out of this alive he was going to smack Zuko upside the head for ever hiring the assassin.

That was probably something that the group of kids didn't need to know about, Y/n thought absently.

He was almost too focused on the long distance fight between the two of them to notice Zuko attempting to distract the assassin from where he stood nearly beside him. When had he gotten over there?

Something whizzed by Y/n's ear and he was so distracted by the thought of Zuko doing something so monumentally stupid as to antagonise the most ruthless assassin in the Fire Nation from a matter of feet away, that he didn't even sense it until he felt the air move by him.

He watched as the boomerang flew true and struck the assassin in the center of his third eye. He felt the world slow down as he saw the man draw in a breath for another wave of energy, but instead of it being sent to where they were standing, it exploded in his face and in the air all around him.

Y/n's heart stopped when the whole side of the temple crumbled and fell. Zuko had still been up there.

His sword fell with a clatter that was muted in his ringing ears. He was over by the side of the temple before he even thought about it, scrambling to find Zuko. If he was gone then that was it.

Y/n felt a thought settle in the front of my mind. He felt a sickening sinking feeling in his stomach, but there was no denying it.

He turned empty eyes on the group who were all celebrating their lucky escape. It was their fault.

He stood at the edge of the temple, watching them, feeling the wind caress him. It was whispering something to him, but he still couldn't hear anything over the adrenaline still coursing through his body.

He took a step toward them, reaching for his sword but coming up empty. His gaze narrowed in on it, lying on the floor back where he had been standing.

He was shaking, he realised as he tried to take another step but found himself on his knees instead.

The wind was growing around him as he fell forward onto his hands. He could feel himself falling apart, but he couldn't seem to pull himself back together. He had always had Zuko for that, but the stupid self-sacrificing idiot had gone and gotten himself blown off the side of the temple.

There was a groan from the ledge Y/n was nearest to. The wind died suddenly.

Y/n turned his tear streaked face sharply in it's direction.

He recognised that voice.

Then he was scrambling once again for the ledge, and grabbing hold of Zuko's arm and pulling with everything he had until he had his idiot firmly in his arms and far enough away from the edge.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and held Zuko in his still shaking arms. Y/n hoped Zuko was comfortable because he was never letting him go again.

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They had gathered around the fire that someone had restarted to sort out something for lunch.

Y/n had the feeling that his melt down hadn't gone unnoticed by at least one member of the group. When he had gone over to pick up his sword from where he had dropped it, the little blind girl had watched him with her unseeing eyes. He had just sheathed it and walked back over to Zuko's side, but she hadn't stopped watching him ever since.

Y/n was sitting by Zuko's side, too strung out from earlier to be properly on guard, but he was sure that since they had seen him in action they might be a little hesitant to attack so openly.

Once everyone had a bowl of food Sokka cleared his throat. He had an uncomfortable look on his face.

"So."

Y/n waited silently. This was Zuko's destiny, it was up to him to earn his place with the group.

"You know why we're here. Our reasons haven't changed. I think, it comes down to this. Can you trust us?"

"Look," Sokka started, "We don't fully trust you, but I think that's fair. I mean you chased us around the world, but we also saw what you did for us back there. You could have died trying to help. So we're willing to give you a chance. But just one."

Zuko's face lit up with his happiness. It was a sight that Y/n knew he would always enjoy.

"You won't regret this. I promise!"

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Love Conquers All

Zuko x Male Reader

Word Count: 1856

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Y/n could understand where Zuko was coming from, but he knew he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't go as well as he had perhaps envisioned.

It was all very well and good that he had finally found his way, but he had hurt the Avatars group a fair bit before finding his way. Y/n also knew that as someone who had been a part of Zuko's attempts to hurt them, he had no leg to stand on in helping smooth the situation over. He hadn't been as single-minded in his focus on capturing the Avatar, but he had only cared because Zuko cared.

He didn't think that would matter to them, but then, Y/n didn't particularly care one way or the other how they felt about him. The only person who mattered to him was Zuko. Well, and Iroh, but that was a given of anyone who had met the calm old man.

When they made it to the kids campsite Y/n hung back, staying by the exit. It wasn't that he didn't trust them not to ambush him and Zuko, oh wait, it was that. Never mind.

Y/n watched the exchange carefully. He could feel it in the air mere seconds before she struck.

Faster than their eyes could follow, Y/n moved. By the time that everyone had caught up with the events, Y/n was standing in front of Zuko, sheathing his sword after having deflected Katara's water whip.

Silence reigned for a single heartbeat. Then Katara shrieked in outrage.

"How dare you!"

Y/n was sure she was still speaking, but he had a habit of being selectively deaf when it most benefited him.

And then, with almost no warning she was throwing water at him with increasingly wild movements.

It was no match for Y/n's technique.

It wasn't common knowledge, in fact, he had hidden it for most of his life, but Y/n was an airbender.

Yeah, literally the biggest lie in their world was that there were no more airbenders. The Air Nomads had had the practice of removing non-benders from their society and giving them to the other kingdoms.

What they didn't know was that all it took was for the right circumstances to happen and suddenly you had airbenders in the descendants of those non-benders.

It didn't change much ultimately, they were so few that they wouldn't ever be considered a threat to anyone, not that the Air Nomads had been when the Fire Nation had attacked them a hundred years ago.

What it all came down to, was a confused child suddenly developing powers that no one was able to control anymore.

Luckily for Y/n, the only person who had been around the first time he had bended was Zuko. As secrets tend to do, it had bound the two closer together than anyone would have thought ever since that day.

It was a loyalty that had seen Y/n stowing away on the ship Zuko had been banished on, and one that had been returned by Zuko had never once considered that the apparently Fire Nation child could be the reborn Avatar.

What it came down to, was that Katara was having no luck besting Y/n. Much as he wanted to put her in her place properly, Y/n knew that what they were trying to accomplish here would be hurt by that. From the looks of things though, they might have lost that chance.

Y/n stayed on the defensive, letting her tire herself out instead of outright attacking. He was worried about the look the Avatar was giving him though. That wide eyed expression couldn't mean anything good for his secret. He had always known that it would come out eventually, but he had hoped it would last longer than this dammit!

"Katara stop!"

The kid was trying to get in between then now, but the water tribe girl was apparently past the point of caring. She was just not backing down.

"Wait, I wanna talk to him!"

"No! They need to get out of here and never come back!"

Y/n was sure that her words might have been more intimidating if she weren't so clearly out of her league. He decided to ignore the voice in the back of his head that whispered that if he had used even half of his abilities properly before this they might have caught the Avatar long ago.

The element of surprise couldn't be taken for granted after all, and judging from the kid's reaction just now, all they would have had to do was show him Y/n's powers and he probably would have stayed on the ship that first day.

Y/n pulled himself out of his thoughts with a shrug. It was a bit late for that right now.

The Avatar had managed to get between Y/n and Katara, and seemed to be trying to talk her down from her rage. Y/n watched, only mildly interested. This wasn't how he had thought today would go.

He turned to Zuko, who was still standing behind him.

"Are you okay?"

He just looked Y/n over, head to toe looking for injuries.

"I'm fine, but are you sure it was a good idea to show them that? I could have taken a few hits. I've had worse before, you know that."

Y/n clenched his jaw at the reminder.

"I know. I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you willingly putting yourself in danger though. You didn't even try to defend yourself. Don't think I didn't spot that."

Y/n leveled a flat stare at Zuko.

He at least had the good grace to blush in shame and hide behind his fringe.

Y/n turned back to the group of kids gathered in front of them.

He gave them his best blank stare. He had nothing more to say to them, this was about Zuko teaching the Avatar firebending after all.

Besides, he was sure that anything he said would be twisted around and spat back at him by the water tribe girl.

"You're an airbender!"

Y/n refused to give up his secret that easily.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The little blind girl perked up.

"You're lying. You are an airbender? I thought they were all wiped out."

Y/n stubbornly refused to respond. He could see the water tribe girl's eye narrow at his silence. She was just about to explode on him again when Y/n felt a shift in the air. Less than a second later he felt Zuko's hand on his shoulder.

He slumped slightly. Damn Zuko's soft heart.

"Yes. I can bend air."

The shout of pure joy that the Avatar let out was enough to make Y/n feel slightly guilty about keeping it from him the whole time he had been after him.

"I'm not alone! There must be more, right? Some of the monks survived and hid right? Please tell me!"

Man, this kid was excitable, and as happy as he was, Y/n didn't want to be the one to tell him that he was wrong. He couldn't take the soft option of letting Zuko tell him though, they would probably turn on the both of them and Zuko wouldn't be able to fulfill his destiny.

"No."

"No you're not going to tell him?"

That girl was really starting to get on Y/n's nerves.

"No, they didn't survive."

That shut her up.

It also made the kid tear up, but there was no point building a lie just to make him feel better in this moment. That would be more cruel than the truth.

"The only reason that I exist right now is because of your ancestors though. Your people had a practice of testing their babies for airbending potential."

The Avatar was nodding along. Good, this wouldn't be a surprise to him.

"Well, when they showed to be non-benders your people gave them away. They were sent off to the other kingdoms, not welcome in, nor considered to be, a part of the Air Nomads."

"Air Nomads are airbenders, so if they aren't airbenders they aren't Air Nomads. That's just the way things are."

Y/n grit his teeth. It was an old hurt, but it still stung. He pulled in a deep breath and the only thing that stopped him from screaming about the injustice of it all was Zuko's hand that was still on his shoulder lending him the strength to continue.

"Your people were wrong. Occasionally their methods would be wrong, and they would let a bender slip away into another kingdom. But more than that, its in our blood, in the thing that makes us who we are. When enough of your ancestors were born from the Air Nomads, no matter whether they could bend themselves or not, you have the possibility to end up as a bender."

The Avatar's jaw was hanging open as he stared in horror at Y/n.

"But, they couldn't possibly have known that! If they had, maybe they wouldn't have done what they did."

Y/n's eyes shone with a dark light. This was something he would ultimately have to give up, but it was worth planting the seed if he could.

"So your saying that the only possible use non-benders have is the possibility of benders being born from them?"

The Avatar stopped cold and stared at Y/n in horror.

"What? No! Of course not!"

"Then what? You had no problem with the idea that they would be thrown away like yesterday's garbage up until now. The only thing that's changed is this piece of information."

Y/n pulled back as he saw the tears form in the Avatar's eyes.

"Think on that for a while. You have a non-bender in your group. Do you consider him to be useless?"

The kids all looked like they had been hit over the head.

Y/n was sure that this would be the end of their interaction for the day.

"We'll come back tomorrow. Maybe then we can talk without resorting to violence."

He turned back to Katara who looked like she was getting ready to unleash whatever thoughts had been happening in that head of hers.

"Before you put your foot in it, consider this. We have two things you want. One you desperately need, the other, something you desperately want. Have a good night."

Zuko turned and walked back the way they had come, with Y/n bringing up the rear. He didn't trust them not to attack them from behind.

Y/n hoped that with the reminder that they needed Zuko to teach the Avatar firebending, they would be more open to meeting the next day. If that weren't enough, then there was the added bonus of Y/n being the only other airbender that they knew. He was sure that the Avatar wouldn't be able to resist the pull to be around someone who was like him for long.

Either way, they still had a long way to go to convince them that they didn't want to hurt them and that this wasn't a trap.

'Oh well,' Y/n thought as he lay sleepily beside their fire, 'things always look better in the morning.'

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Hi do you think you could do a Lucius x male reader where him and the reader are at some fancy party and people keep flirting with the reader??

Hi! Thank you for your request!

I decided to go with young Lucius, so I hope that was okay.

Hopefully you like where I ended up for this.

I'll Be Your Romeo If You'll Be My Juliet

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I'll Be Your Romeo If You'll Be My Juliet

Lucius Malfoy x Male Reader

Word Count: 1911

This was a request from an anon for a Lucius x male reader.

I hope this is everything you wanted from your request anon, if it isn't, feel free to send me another request!

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It was time for the annual Yule gathering. The Black family had the honor of hosting it this year, and they had taken every opportunity to remind everyone of that fact.

The heirs, the ones that mattered anyway, had been almost insufferable on the lead up to the yule break.

Lucius had mixed feelings on the whole subject, not that he could let that show to anyone.

Luckily, it looked like his betrothed was of a similar mind. The lovely Andromeda Black had been as quiet as he had been lately. If they had had even the smallest bit of interest in each other, they might have brought their concerns up.

Lucius thought fleetingly of a world where they could be in love. They would spirit themselves away to an abandoned classroom where they could talk uninterrupted about all of the things that were bothering them. They would take comfort in not being alone. It would bring them closer together and they could fall in love all over again.

But reality was a cruel mistress, and rarely allowed for such flights of fancy.

As it was, Lucius and Andromeda were just two teens who had been promised to each other from before they had even been born. There was nothing more between them.

Lucius sighed silently as he exited the floo into the receiving room at the Black Manor.

He barely registered an elf banishing the soot from his dress robes as he moved out of the room.

"Heir Malfoy, a pleasure to have you in our humble home this evening. And of course you as well Lord and Lady Malfoy!"

Lucius nodded at the welcome and stood obediently by his parents' side as he waited for the greetings to end. Sometimes he tired of all the stiff pureblood airs and graces.

After the obligatory back handed compliments they moved off into the party proper. With a last terse command to not embarrass the family name, courtesy of his father, Lucius moved away to see if he could find someone a little closer to his age.

He absently took a glass of sparkling cider from one of the floating trays that dotted the ballroom. The Blacks really had outdone themselves this year. The room was done in shades of white, sliver and blue. It really was stunning, but nothing seemed to be able to knock Lucius out of the numbness he had slipped into.

It had started at the start of that school year with the arrival of a transfer student. The other boy was their age, and the most enchanting creature that Lucius had ever laid eyes on. He had watched his sorting with longing, but the dratted hat had put Y/n into Ravenclaw. It wasn't really the end of the world, Lucius shuddered to think if he had been put into Gryffindor, or worse, Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, Lucius was already betrothed, but even if he wasn't, Abraxas Malfoy would never allow him to sully the Malfoy name with a male partner.

So Lucius had had to swallow his feelings as best he could. It hadn't worked very well, so he had allowed himself to pine from afar just a little.

He was jolted out of his daydream by the object of his thoughts. Lucius inhaled his mouthful of cider at the sight of Y/n.

He looked amazing in his dress robes, dressed up all fancy for the ball. Lucius thought to himself that if this was the cause of his death it would be worth it.

He was aware, once he managed to stop choking, of three things. One, everyone was looking at him, two, his face was probably red enough to shame a Weasley's hair, and lastly, that Y/n had the brightest e/c eyes possible.

He was struck with the awful thought that this was probably the first time that Y/n had known that Lucius existed.

'Well, that was a fantastic first impression,' Lucius thought to himself. He pointedly looked everyone who would meet his gaze straight in the eyes. As he had thought, it was enough to discomfort them into looking away.

Lucius raised his chin and moved off into a different area of the ballroom.

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Ever since Y/n had realised that Lucius Malfoy was at the party as well, he had been jittery. The other boy was always looking at him. He had been the cause of enough distraction before this, when he was just someone who lurked at the fringes of his awareness while he studied in the school library. Now, Y/n was sure that he would never be getting rid of the image of Lucius in dress robes. How was he ever going to be able to concentrate again?

He shook himself slightly and tried to focus back in on whatever it was that the Greengrass heiress was talking about. He was supposed to be making connections here, maybe paving the way for a betrothal contract. As the first Pendragon to be seen in this and the previous generation, there was a lot of pressure to make the right political connections. A marriage to someone who was already politically powerful in this community would go a long way toward putting them back on the map in this magical community.

It was the Gods eternal joke that he was the only one that could do this. He only had one other relative, and his uncle wasn't exactly all there anymore. His parents had made it clear that this was their only chance to become the powerful family that they had once been.

Sure, potions had made it possible to have a male pregnancy, but it was still looked down on pretty harshly by most purebloods. Y/n had no idea how he was supposed to get his family back to its former glory, when to do it he would have to marry a girl. Why did he have to be gay?

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Lucius was slowly going out of his mind. He had moved around the party doing his best to ignore Y/n, but he couldn't get him out of his head. The other boy was still standing where he had first spotted him, entirely surrounded by everyone their age.

What was worse was that these were people Lucius had grown up with. He had known these people for his whole life, and it was this that allowed him to see what was happening.

They were all flirting with Y/n.

Lucius was almost certain that some of them, most notably his friends, were only doing it to irritate him and not because they were genuinely interested in Y/n.

He had been shooting furtive looks over at the group for the last half an hour, and still they kept it up. Lucius just didn't know what to do. Oh sure, he knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew that there was no way he could actually pull it off.

For one thing, if he showed his hand by going over there and making a fool of himself he would face serious consequences when he got home. He was sure he would already be in trouble for his incident earlier that night, but if his father heard even a hint of a whisper that his only heir was gay, well, Lucius wasn't sure he would survive that particular punishment.

He was pulled up short at the realisation of where he was. He was in a room with some of the biggest gossips in the magical world, all of which could just about smell weakness. He shot his eyes around the room and realised with a start that it was already too late.

He recognised the look in his fathers eyes when he met them. Someone must have said something about his preoccupation with his classmate to Abraxas. Lucius swallowed, noting his suddenly dry throat.

He looked away from his father, toward Y/n and his friends. There might be a way to salvage this, pretend to have been watching another of his friends. He would still be in trouble for lusting after someone who was not his betrothed, but much less than if it had been the very male Y/n.

There was a commotion over by one of the doors, but Lucius was too busy thinking. He was realising that he was done. He couldn't live like this anymore, and he was done pretending that he could.

He squared his shoulders and moved over to his friends.

"Excuse me, may I borrow Y/n for a moment. We won't be long."

He didn't even bother waiting for a response, just grabbed a hold of him and started off in a random direction. The only thing in his mind was getting as far away from other people so he could have this discussion in peace.

He pulled Y/n out of the ballroom and down hallway after hallway until he decided they were lost enough that only a house elf would be able to find them.

He turned back to the other boy after making sure that the area was empty. They were both panting a little after their impromptu jog.

Y/n was looking at Lucius cautiously.

Lucius surged forward and connected their lips.

They were gasping for breath again when he pulled back.

"You know we can't do this."

Lucius cut him off before he could continue.

"I'm done. I'm done being the perfect heir for parents that don't care to know the real me. I'm done pretending that I'm not head over heels for you. Most of all, I'm done holding back from the things I want just because society wants so badly to tell me no."

He pulled in a deep breath, still standing in Y/n personal space. Neither boy had moved back.

"I want you, Y/n, and I think you've known that for as long as I have. If I haven't missed my guess, you want me too. I'm certainly not alone in all the looks I've sent your way, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't at least find out if you could feel the same way as I do for you."

Y/n sighed and shifted back a step.

"Those are pretty words Lucius, easy to say them here, alone in a secluded corner of someone else's manor, but how will you feel walking into Hogwarts next week, and letting everyone see. How will you feel when your parents cut you off?"

"I'm not totally helpless Y/n, I'll find a way to survive. I know for sure that if I have you by my side there isn't anything that we can't face."

He softly took Y/n's hand and stroked the back with his thumb.

"So what do you say? Can you feel the same way I do?"

Y/n shut his eyes in resignation.

"You know I do."

They stood at the end of their silent hallway for some time, just holding each other.

"You know this will be the second scandal of the night?"

Lucius pulled back to look at Y/n.

"What do you mean?"

Y/n looked at Lucius, shocked.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? Didn't you hear, just before you pulled me out of there, one of the older Blacks ran in and caused quite the scene. By the looks of things Andromeda is missing. From what I managed to gather, she's run off with that muggleborn from Ravenclaw, you know, Tonks-something, or something-Tonks."

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Thank you so much for writing my request, I love it. You did such a great job and I loved the bonus scene at the end <3

No worries at all! I had so much fun writing it, and when I thought of the bonus scene I just had to include it!

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can you do peter parker x male reader where y/n takes peter ice skating outside in the city? maybe it starts snowing when they get there and after skating for a while, they eventually go back to peter's apartment for hot chocolate and movies (and cuddles 🥺)?

have fun with it, of course, love! 💙

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Hi! I loved this request!

Thanks so much for sending it in, I hope you like where I went with it.

Romance in Winter

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Romance in Winter

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 1696

You guys are all coming at me with such awesome requests! This was for @pigeonwithbigdreams who requested a Peter x male reader doing a date night.

Hope this ticks the box for you!

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Y/n had been looking forward to Friday night all week. It felt like months since both he and Peter had had any time to themselves, let alone for each other.

It turned out that adulthood was a lot more exhausting than he had imagined. Between college and all the accompanying assignments and study, moving out of his childhood home and working on his skating, Y/n was flat out just trying to keep up with everything.

When they added in Peter's Stark Internship as well as patrolling as Spiderman on top of all the other things he was doing, it was no wonder that neither of the boys had spent much time together lately.

Y/n had stewed in his thoughts for almost a week before deciding to do something about it. Ever the problem solver, he had gone to Peter with his concerns that they were drifting away from each other, stating that he didn't want to lose what they had because they never made time for each other.

Peter had felt awful that Y/n was feeling that way, and they had decided that they would try to make a specified 'Date Night' once a fortnight at the least.

Y/n had agonized over what they could do this time. He wanted it to be perfect. He hadn't seen Peter smile much lately and that just wouldn't do.

He knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew that it would be really easy to get injured doing it, and then there would be no hiding it and he would be in a lot of trouble.

As a professional ice skater, there was nothing Y/n wanted to do more than take his boyfriend skating. He knew however, that if he got hurt doing it his coach would chew him out big time. If he was enough trouble, he might even drop him.

Y/n had weighed it up for days, going back and forth. If he took him to his regular rink there would be no way his coach wouldn't hear about it, but it would be safer because there would be less other people around. On the other hand, he could take him to the open air skate rink that was outside. That option was more romantic, the lit up ice, other couples, the dark night sky lit up by stars. Y/n was leaning toward that option, but if someone made a mistake he could be hurt, or even crippled by the accident, and never be able to compete again.

In the end he had decided that he and Peter could probably pull something semi-illegal and just go when it was closed.

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Y/n was jittery as he knocked on Peter's front door that night. He couldn't wait to spend this time with Peter, and doing something that he enjoyed so much as well. He pulled his coat closer together and shuffled nervously in place as he waited for Peter.

His boyfriend didn't leave him waiting outside for long. The door swung open with all the enthusiasm that Peter brought to most things. Y/n grinned at the other man. He was like a puppy with two tails, not knowing which one to wag first.

"Y/n! Hi! Come in, how are you?"

Y/n's grin softened into a sweet smile at Peter's excitement at just seeing him. He really was the luckiest guy in the whole world to be dating Peter.

"Hey Pete, it's going really well, actually. I think I've got most of the choreography down for both of my competition pieces and I'm pretty much up to date on assignments."

They made their way into Peter's apartment as they talked.

"That's great!"

"Yeah, how about you?"

Peter landed face down on his couch with a thump.

"Why did no one tell me that being an adult was so hard?"

He stretched out the last word and ended with a whine of frustration.

Y/n just laughed at his boyfriend's antics.

They ended up curled up together on the couch as they waited for it to get late enough that the skating rink would be deserted.

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Peter was laughing as he snuck the two of them into the skating area.

He hadn't had much of a reason to be happy lately, but this must have been what he needed because it felt good to let go and just enjoy the time he was spending with Y/n.

They were both giggling like school kids but neither of them could find it in themselves to care.

Before long Y/n had his skates on and was helping Peter to finish lacing his.

"How's that? Feel good?"

Peter had a dopey look on his face when Y/n looked up at him for confirmation.

"What's up? Is there something on my face?"

Peter's dopey smile widened as he shook his head.

"Nah, I'm just, ridiculously happy that we're doing this."

Y/n looked back down at Peter's skates for an excuse to hide his suddenly blushing face.

He had thought he was done blushing at every comment from Peter, but apparently not.

Y/n led Peter onto the ice with confidence. He felt his whole body relax as he did so. There was something so freeing about being on the ice, and he couldn't wait to share it with Peter.

His boyfriend was a little shaky and clung to him as he pulled them further from the edge and closer to the center. Y/n was patient with Peter, only going as fast as he was comfortable with until he got a little steadier.

They made their way slowly around the ice in lazy circles mostly in silence, just enjoying this time together.

Something wet and cold landed on the tip of Y/n's nose, causing him to shift his attention from his adorable boyfriend to their surroundings.

It was snow. Y/n looked around in shock. The weather had changed on them without much warning and it was softly snowing all around them.

A tug on his hand had Y/n turning back to Peter. He watched as Peter got a serious look on his face. He was trying to move his skates in a particular way, his concentrating face was the cutest thing Y/n had ever seen, his brow was furrowed adorably and his tongue was peeking out of his mouth off to the left. What that had to do with concentration Y/n didn't know, but he found himself wishing he had a camera.

Peter must have managed whatever it was he had wanted to, because his face lit up and it was like watching the sun crest over the horizon. Just the most beautiful thing Y/n could ever imagine.

Y/n shook himself out of his thoughts when he realised that Peter was much closer than before. A glance showed that they were standing pretty much skate to skate, standing right in front of each other.

Y/n pulled Peter closer and leaned down to close the distance. He brushed his mouth against Peter's softly.

When they eventually pulled apart from one another they were smiling stupidly at each other. Y/n silently congratulated himself on his idea. This really had been romantic. He hadn't counted on snow, but it had just added to the atmosphere.

"Hey, I'm really glad we did this. I hadn't realised how long it had been since we had any time to ourselves."

Apparently Peter had liked it as well.

They both had stupid gooey expressions as they made their way off of the ice and back over to their things.

The plan after that had been to head back to their own apartments separately. Y/n lived in the opposite direction from Peter, so it made sense, even if neither of them wanted that right now.

Y/n's smile shifted to something a little sadder at the realisation that their date night was coming to an end.

Peter didn't let go of Y/n's hand though as they made their way away from the rink.

Y/n came to a stop and just looked at Peter with a confused expression.

Peter looked a little shy at that. He played with their interlocked hands and spoke to them instead.

"Come back to mine?"

Y/n lifted a brow at that.

"Ah, I'm not sure I'm ready for 'that', if that's what you had in mind."

Peter's eyes went wide as he picked up the meaning of Y/n's words.

"No! That's not what I meant! I just thought we could have something to warm back up, maybe watch a movie. It is Friday, and you only have to be at practice by one o'clock tomorrow right?"

Y/n relaxed. He had thought his boyfriend had been looking for something else. He should have known that Peter wouldn't try to force the issue.

"Yeah, I could go for a warm drink."

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Peter had made them a hot chocolate each and pulled a blanket out from somewhere and the two were curled back up together on the couch watching something in the background.

Peter had his head leaned on Y/n's shoulder as he watched the TV idly. He suddenly shot up from his position nearly knocking his head into Y/n's.

Y/n looked up at his boyfriend, worried.

Peter was looking at Y/n with wide excited eyes.

"What's up?"

Peter took a deep breath and set determined eyes on Y/n.

"Move in with me."

Y/n inhaled sharply.

"What?"

Surely he hadn't heard that right? But he must have, because Peter was looking at him with the same look he had had when he had first asked him out. Wide eyed, but with a hint of excitement and nervousness in there for good measure.

"We would see each other every day that way, and nothing else would have to change until you wanted it to. I have a spare bedroom if you aren't ready to sleep in the same bed either."

Peter stopped just as suddenly as he had started.

"You don't have to if you don't want to! I just thought it would be a good way to get to spend more time together!"

He was back-peddling now. Y/n smiled softly at his dork.

"If you were serious, I think I'd like that."

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Masterlist

I've got a few posts up now, so I thought I should see about a Master List for anyone who is interested.

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

All Secrets Have A Habit of Coming Out

Lucius Malfoy

I'll Be Your Romeo If You'll Be My Juliet

Sirius Black

What Comes Next

Fairytail

Gray Fullbuster

Accidentally on Purpose

Seven Deadly Sins

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Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Love Conquers All Part 1 Part 2

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

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Yuri on Ice

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Marvel

Steve Rogers

Angel On High

Thor

A Match Made By The Gods Part 1 Part 2

Bucky Barnes

Stealth Mission Part 1 Part 2

Down By The Docks

Tony Stark

Death Does Not Discriminate Part 1 Part 2

To Assume

Peter Parker

Hot Chocolate and Chill

Romance in Winter