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Awww I wish I could be there for him after no way home...

starlight [ficmas day 11] [peter parker x afab!reader]

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author's note: we're in the home stretch of ficmas which means these will likely be shorter drabbles but HEY you'll get more of them.

playlist:

peter parker -- the sleepy haunts

thank you -- led zeppelin

cold december night -- michael buble

I. Gemini

"Do you think he realizes he's had Cheez-it crumbs stuck in his mustache this entire time?" you ask, twirling your pencil between your fingers. 

Peter narrowed his eyes at what you were looking at, which happened to be your Professor. To be completely honest, he had stopped listening to the lecture a while ago. 

"I don't think he notices."

"Ridiculous," you groaned, sinking back into your seat. "This class is ridiculous."

Peter stifled laughter. It was fall quarter at the local community college, and he had met the first day in Astronomy 101. He had to take an elective, and this one was the least likely to ruin his Spider-Man duties. You sat down right next to him on the first day and introduced yourself before offering him goldfish. It was a fast friendship. 

"You only have a few more weeks until winter break," Peter reminded you, trying to engage back with the lesson. You were doodling stars. 

"Ah, a few more weeks until hibernation." You grinned at Peter, one full of teeth and mischief. He felt his heart rate pick up, but he stamped it down. He couldn't get close to you, not like that. You resumed sitting normally in your seat. "Do you have plans for the holidays?"

"Uh…no," he tapped his notebook. He had been trying his best to ignore the holidays. They'd be the first ones without Aunt May. "My family isn't really in the picture."

"That's okay," you responded. "Mine aren't either."

Peter respected how understanding you could be. You never pushed him to open up, even if you did push him to engage with the world outside. You never asked why he'd sometimes be covered in cuts and bruises. You just handed him a bandaid and told him about some puppy you saw walking over the class. He wonders if you knew how amazing you could be. 

"What do you want for Christmas, Pete?" you inquired. You pulled a bag of goldfish out of your backpack and offered some to him. He took a few. 

My Aunt. Ned. MJ. Mr. Stark. My life, Peter wanted to say. He bit his tongue, thinking of an answer. 

"Maybe a soldering station."

"Nerd," you teased, but there was no venom behind it. "I want Drew Starkey at my doorstep."

"How's that going for you?"

"Awful," you sighed, and Peter couldn't help but laugh. A few rows looked over to glare at you two. You flipped them all off. Students started getting up at that moment, and class ended. You stretched, your bones cracking in the process. "Let's go get pho; it's freezing outside."

Peter didn't even really like pho, but you liked it, so he'd go. He'd go wherever you asked. 

II. Canis Major

Knock knock. Knock knock. 

Peter groaned, shuffling out of bed. There was someone knocking on his window. He had a good feeling about who that someone was. 

You were sitting on his fire escape, breathing on the glass of his window and drawing obscene images with your finger. He opened the window to your grin. 

"It's four in the morning," Peter groaned, rubbing his eyes. 

"Put on your business clothes; there are shooting stars that can be seen at Battery Park."

"Astronomy class is over; we're on break now."

"And stars are beautiful. Beauty should be appreciated," you said, shoving your hands in your pockets. You were wearing a scarf and mittens, your hair pushed back with your beanie. Peter didn't know how long you'd been out there. "I appreciate you, don't I?"

Sometimes, Peter hated you because you said things like that, which made his ears red and his words stop working. He thinks you continued to say them because of that reaction. 

"I'll get dressed."

"Atta boy."

He put on his warmest clothes and followed you down the fire escape. You had brewed coffee at home and handed him a thermos. You were always prepared; that much was sure. On the subway, it would only take half an hour on the E to get to Battery Park. It was basically empty when you guys got on. You sat in companionable silence as you rode the distance. 

Peter was slightly more awake by the time you got off the subway, the cold air helping with his drowsiness. You were annoyingly perky for the early morning. He followed you up one of the hills to an alcove of trees. You had brought a backpack with you, which you pulled a blanket out of, and some hand warmers. Peter sat down next to you as you stared at the sky with the energy of a kid on Christmas. 

"Aren't you excited?" you whispered.

"I'll be excited when I'm dead."

"I forget how snarky you are when you're tired," you frown. Peter chuckles because he doesn't think you're used to someone being as witty as you are. You grab his arm when the first shooting star appears. He has to admit that it's beautiful and insane. It was a meteor shower in the flesh, and you both sat peacefully and watched the stars crash by. You leaned against Peter, your warmth finding solace in his own. You smelled like fresh coffee and winter mornings. You turned to him, face so close to his own. "Make a wish, Parker."

Peter could've wished for a whole lotta things, but for some reason, he settled on more moments like these. He wondered what you wished for. 

You both stayed until the sun started to rise. 

"Will you come and spend Christmas with me? It's just my Dad, and he has to work the night shift."

Peter said yes because he could never say no to you. 

III. Orion

You and your Dad prepared roast ham with scalloped potatoes and steamed vegetables for Christmas dinner. Peter didn't remember the last time he had a home-cooked meal. 

He liked your Dad, even if he was intimidating. He was the police chief, so he was intimidating, but he also had a fatherly warmth that didn't make him seem scary. Peter thought he probably wouldn't be upset to be arrested by him. 

Your Dad had to run to the station for Christmas shenanigans and left you and Pete with some dessert that he bought at the bakery down the street. Currently, Peter is on dishwashing duty. You were sipping some wine that you found in a cabinet and leaning against the lip of the sink. Peter was soaping up one of the pans. 

"I got you a gift," you say, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Peter groans.

"I told you not to."

"I'm not a good listener."

"I knew that much," Peter mumbles. You laugh, squeezing his arm as you walk to the living room behind him. You come back a second later with a ribbon-tied package. Peter dries his hands. "You really shouldn't have."

"I like giving gifts," you shrug. "Now open it."

He does. It's a series of pocketbooks about different mathematical theories. He's embarrassed about how excited he is about them. Peter hugs you as a thank you. 

"I got you something as well."

"Now, who's not a good listener?" you said matter of factedly. Peter goes to his bag, grabs a haphazardly wrapped package, and hands it to you with a blush on his cheeks. You take apart the wrapping delicately, even though it's badly done. You let out a squeal of delight as you see what it is. "A cat!"

"A robotic cat. It'll purr if you pet it," Peter explains, showing the inner workings of the cat. He used the college's engineering lab for their 3D printer, soldering station, and electronics supplies. He knew you wanted a pet, but your apartment wouldn't allow it. You cuddled the boxy creature to your chest. 

"It's perfect," you hummed. You put the cat down and kissed Peter on the cheek. His cheek still burned after the fact, and suddenly, he wanted to tell you everything. You had been his only friend since everything happened. You were the most understanding person he knew. And he was so tired of hiding everything. 

“Y/N?”

"Hmm?"

"Can I tell you something?" Peter coughed. He looked down at your hands, which you were holding. He didn't even recognize you grabbed his hands after you kissed his cheek; he was so focused on the latter. You nodded, brows furrowed, telling him to continue on. The words were mush in his throat, but he pushed through anyway. 

"I'm Spider-Man," he stuttered. He expected you to freak out, to demand answers. You just blinked at him. 

"I know."

"You know?"

"I'm perceptive," you shrugged. He was dumbfounded. "You're cute when you're confused." He was even more dumbfounded. You stepped backward, pulling him towards your room. "I have a secret too."

Peter was now in a state of shock since it seemed that you already knew his biggest secret. He had no idea what to expect in your room. A secret drug stash? A collection of Beanie Babies? He had no idea. You opened your closet and rifled through the bottom before pulling out something white and pink. Then you proceeded to thoroughly wreck his mind. 

You thwipped a web, closing the door. 

Peter's jaw dropped.

"I may or may not be Spider-Woman."

You stood in silence. 

"You're WHAT?"

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Banana Pancakes (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

honestlyyyy I love this! It’s so fluffy and it made me realize how much I love Diego. Also kind of makes me want to make a playlist for Diego. So glad this was requested.

let me know your thoughts, beware one swear word and it’s gender neutral.

-

Some of your favorite days are when you get to sleep in and wake up to the sun rays filtering through the white curtains. Today was one of those days. Diego didn’t have to work, and so you both slept longer than usual, letting yourself be pulled down deeper into the warmth and softness of the bed.

You were lying on your side; the blanket pulled up to your chin and your face buried in the pillow. You blink open your eyes as you feel Diego wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You smile sleepily, turning your head to glance at your boyfriend. He gently kisses your shoulder, planting kisses up your neck and to your cheek, the stubble tickling your skin.

“Good morning princess,” he whispers, his voice raspy.

“Hello,” you yawn, intertwining your fingers with his. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better with you here,” he says cheekily, a rare smile gracing his lips. “Do you have work today?”

“No, thank god,” you chuckle. “I’m all yours.”

Diego tilts your head, kissing you softly. You smile into the kiss, separating and gazing into his eyes.

“You should brush your teeth,” you say, earning a groan from Diego.

“Way to ruin the fun.”

“Brush your teeth.”

Diego groans, getting out of bed and slowly making his way to the adjacent bathroom. You giggle at his behavior, sitting up in bed and grabbing your book. You hear the sound of the sink turning on and off, and the creaking of the floorboards and Diego re-enters the room. He leaps onto the bed, causing you to let out a shriek as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Happy now?”

“It’s just an observation that you never brush your teeth in the morning,” you comment.”

“I hate brushing my teeth.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Pain is good for me.”

“Alright, edge lord, tone it down a bit,” you laugh, turning to face him in the bed as you both lay and stare at each other. Diego reaches out a hand to your face, tracing his fingers lightly down your face as you close your eyes. He sits up, reaching over you to turn on the radio as soft music turns on.

“Whatcha up to?” You inquire.

“Setting the mood,” he smirks, settling back down as grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him.

“What are you? 14 with a make-out playlist?”

“Don’t diss the makeout playlist.”

“I’m SO dissing it,” you chime, running your fingers along Diego’s arm.

“You just don’t understand it,” Diego smirks, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. You melt, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your hand makes its way to Diego’s hair. He lets out a growl when you tug at it, and a smirk crosses your face. Diego pushes you onto your back, leaning over you on his forearms. He kisses your neck, nipping at your pulse and leaving a kiss. You feel your breath getting shaky, and your hands grip Diego’s bicep tighter. He leans a little more into you, one of his hands gripping your waist and sneaking a little under the fabric of your shirt. You graze your fingers lightly over the skin of Diego’s neck, eliciting a moan from him. He kisses your lips again, almost humming to the tune of the song.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, parting to breath as he looked at you with heavy eyes. You bumped your nose with him, kissing the corner of his lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper, kissing him gently as he sinks deeper into you.

“Oops, definitely walked in on something,” you hear Klaus say as Diego rolls his weight off you slightly to look at his brother leaning in the doorway.

“Can I fucking help you?”

“Your reflexes suck with Y/N around if you didn’t notice me standing here.”

“Klaus—“

“I was going to ask if you wanted to get pancakes with me since I’m queer and we can’t drive, so I skipped my way to your room only to walk in on you and Y/N,” Klaus says, scratching his head awkwardly. You’re amused by the situation even if you can tell Diego is frustrated.

“We’d love to get pancakes Klaus,” you reply sweetly, smiling at Klaus as you sit up a bit in bed. “Let us get dressed?”

“Yes your majesty,” Klaus bows, leaving quietly and shutting the door behind him.

“Why did you agree to that?” Diego sighs, perched on his elbow next to you.

“He looks lonely,” you answer. “And we’re his family.”

You brush a hand through Diego’s hair, feeling him lean into your touch. “Besides—“ you start. “I’m hungry, and you can’t cook.”

“Neither can you.”

“Exactly!” You exclaim, rolling out of bed and looking for clothes.

“I’m only doing this because I love you.”

​

“And I’m making you do this because I love you,” you walk back over to the bed after throwing on jeans a shirt. “Reginald took everything from you, don’t let him take your family too, especially when they’re reaching out.”

“You’re amazing.”

“Damn right I am,” you smile cheekily, grabbing Diego’s hands and pulling him out of bed. “Now let’s go get some banana pancakes!”

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Banana Pancakes (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

honestlyyyy I love this! It’s so fluffy and it made me realize how much I love Diego. Also kind of makes me want to make a playlist for Diego. So glad this was requested.

let me know your thoughts, beware one swear word and it’s gender neutral.

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Some of your favorite days are when you get to sleep in and wake up to the sun rays filtering through the white curtains. Today was one of those days. Diego didn’t have to work, and so you both slept longer than usual, letting yourself be pulled down deeper into the warmth and softness of the bed.

You were lying on your side; the blanket pulled up to your chin and your face buried in the pillow. You blink open your eyes as you feel Diego wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You smile sleepily, turning your head to glance at your boyfriend. He gently kisses your shoulder, planting kisses up your neck and to your cheek, the stubble tickling your skin.

“Good morning princess,” he whispers, his voice raspy.

“Hello,” you yawn, intertwining your fingers with his. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better with you here,” he says cheekily, a rare smile gracing his lips. “Do you have work today?”

“No, thank god,” you chuckle. “I’m all yours.”

Diego tilts your head, kissing you softly. You smile into the kiss, separating and gazing into his eyes.

“You should brush your teeth,” you say, earning a groan from Diego.

“Way to ruin the fun.”

“Brush your teeth.”

Diego groans, getting out of bed and slowly making his way to the adjacent bathroom. You giggle at his behavior, sitting up in bed and grabbing your book. You hear the sound of the sink turning on and off, and the creaking of the floorboards and Diego re-enters the room. He leaps onto the bed, causing you to let out a shriek as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Happy now?”

“It’s just an observation that you never brush your teeth in the morning,” you comment.”

“I hate brushing my teeth.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Pain is good for me.”

“Alright, edge lord, tone it down a bit,” you laugh, turning to face him in the bed as you both lay and stare at each other. Diego reaches out a hand to your face, tracing his fingers lightly down your face as you close your eyes. He sits up, reaching over you to turn on the radio as soft music turns on.

“Whatcha up to?” You inquire.

“Setting the mood,” he smirks, settling back down as grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him.

“What are you? 14 with a make-out playlist?”

“Don’t diss the makeout playlist.”

“I’m SO dissing it,” you chime, running your fingers along Diego’s arm.

“You just don’t understand it,” Diego smirks, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. You melt, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your hand makes its way to Diego’s hair. He lets out a growl when you tug at it, and a smirk crosses your face. Diego pushes you onto your back, leaning over you on his forearms. He kisses your neck, nipping at your pulse and leaving a kiss. You feel your breath getting shaky, and your hands grip Diego’s bicep tighter. He leans a little more into you, one of his hands gripping your waist and sneaking a little under the fabric of your shirt. You graze your fingers lightly over the skin of Diego’s neck, eliciting a moan from him. He kisses your lips again, almost humming to the tune of the song.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, parting to breath as he looked at you with heavy eyes. You bumped your nose with him, kissing the corner of his lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper, kissing him gently as he sinks deeper into you.

“Oops, definitely walked in on something,” you hear Klaus say as Diego rolls his weight off you slightly to look at his brother leaning in the doorway.

“Can I fucking help you?”

“Your reflexes suck with Y/N around if you didn’t notice me standing here.”

“Klaus—“

“I was going to ask if you wanted to get pancakes with me since I’m queer and we can’t drive, so I skipped my way to your room only to walk in on you and Y/N,” Klaus says, scratching his head awkwardly. You’re amused by the situation even if you can tell Diego is frustrated.

“We’d love to get pancakes Klaus,” you reply sweetly, smiling at Klaus as you sit up a bit in bed. “Let us get dressed?”

“Yes your majesty,” Klaus bows, leaving quietly and shutting the door behind him.

“Why did you agree to that?” Diego sighs, perched on his elbow next to you.

“He looks lonely,” you answer. “And we’re his family.”

You brush a hand through Diego’s hair, feeling him lean into your touch. “Besides—“ you start. “I’m hungry, and you can’t cook.”

“Neither can you.”

“Exactly!” You exclaim, rolling out of bed and looking for clothes.

“I’m only doing this because I love you.”

​

“And I’m making you do this because I love you,” you walk back over to the bed after throwing on jeans a shirt. “Reginald took everything from you, don’t let him take your family too, especially when they’re reaching out.”

“You’re amazing.”

“Damn right I am,” you smile cheekily, grabbing Diego’s hands and pulling him out of bed. “Now let’s go get some banana pancakes!”

[radiantdanvers]

This was so fluffy 😭 🤧

ask me to dance? [isaac lahey x f!reader]

request: can you do some wholesome isaac content?

warnings: pure fluff. teenagers being awkward.

a/n: me? remembering to write? shocker. literally struggled with this lol but i'm here and i'm trying to write more in order to be a productive member of society. also i'm so in love with Isaac it's not funny *cries*

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It never really got cold in Beacon Hills, considering it was located in California. Still, when temperatures started to fall to a mild climate, it signaled to the teen population that winter was fast approaching. And with that came Winter Ball. Which is all you've been able to think about. 

To anyone who would ask, it wasn't that big of a deal– but you secretly thought about it. All the outfits, the decorations, the romanticism of it all. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in you, especially as someone who has never had a date. It used to not bother you; you were happily involved in your studies or worrying about being murdered by a supernatural at any time. But then you started spending more time with a certain werewolf and thought it wouldn't be that bad to care about that stuff. 

"Do you think Scott is going to ask me?" Kira said, scaring you out of your thoughts as you closed your locker. You took in the dark-haired female beside you, her eyes questioning and fingers tapping her books. "Will I have to ask him?"

"He'll ask you," you sighed. "He trips over his shoelaces every time he walks down the hall."

"Maybe he didn't tie them well?" Kira looked down the hall as if the boy in question would show up. 

"He likes you," you sent a small smile. Kira relaxed slightly, loosening her shoulders before facing you with a questioning glance. 

"Do you have anyone to go to the dance with?" Kira inquired, plain curiosity in her eyes. You knew, though, that she wanted more info on if you liked anyone. Even with her as a good friend, you rarely discussed those feelings with anyone. Usually, you were the one everyone else confided in. 

"Might not even go," you averted your eyes as Kira slapped your arm lightly. 

"You have to go!" Kira begged. "I can't go alone if Scott asks me."

"Kira, you won't be alone if you go with Scott." She silenced you again with a sharp look. 

"You know what I mean," Kira sighed. "I just don't want you to shy away from something you might enjoy. Especially when I am certain some eligible young bachelor or bachelorette would be interested in going with you."

You pressed your back into your locker, looking down at your scuffed shoes rather than the girl beside you. You glanced up when you caught sight of Scott and Isaac in your peripheral vision. Kira grew still as she saw Scott shuffling closer to you to hide. You tried shoving her, but the kitsune was an immovable rock as Scott and Isaac got closer. You saw Scott's eyes light up as he caught sight of Kira, and you wanted to smile when Kira's cheeks deepened. You made it a point to not stare at Isaac next to him, even if you really liked the blue sweater he was wearing. It's purely observational, with no lurking feelings behind it. 

"Hey guys," Scott smiled, holding his backpack straps like a kindergartener on the first day of school. "Whatcha guys up to?"

"Talking about the dance," you answered right as Kira tried to pass your prior conversation off as nothing. She shot you an angry look, but you hid the smile on your face as Scott perked up. "Kira wants to go but worries about not having a date." The look Kira shot you could be akin to being burned in the seventh circle of Hell, but you knew that your fair-weathered friend would've spent the whole time pondering if Scott liked her rather than making a move. 

"I don't have a date either," Scott grimaced, trying to pass off as a smile. Kira visibly perked up, and you and Isaac barely hid smiles. "Maybe we can go together?" 

The glee that overtook Kira's eyes was radiant, and she nodded enthusiastically. "I would love that," Kira grinned. 

"Great," Scott beamed. "Can I walk you to class?"

Kira grabbed her books, sending you a look that said, "We'll talk later," while happily following the alpha wolf. You turned towards Isaac, feeling your heart start pitter-patter as he made eye contact with you. He gave you a shy smile, fidgeting with the books. 

"They seem happy," you sighed, trying to break whatever tension you imagined. 

"I'm glad it worked out," Isaac said, his steel blue eyes connecting to yours. "Scott was getting annoying."

"So was Kira," you slyly smiled. "What about you?" Isaac looked at you inquisitively. "Are you…going to the dance?"

"I don't think so," he mumbled, averting his eyes briefly. You felt your heart sink in disappointment. Luckily, you were spared a response with the bell ringing. 

"See you around, Lahey," you smiled jokingly, trying to brush off any lingering feelings you had. You turned on your heel and walked off towards the direction of US History. You barely paid attention in class, though, your thoughts consumed with the micro-interaction by your locker. You didn't like Isaac, right? You just were disappointed a good friend wouldn't be there at a dance you might not even be attending. Totally rational feelings. At least that was the mantra you kept repeating till the end of the school day. 

You managed to keep most Winter Ball-related thoughts at bay for the rest of the week while you helped the pack deal with whatever issue. Sometimes, it felt like you guys lived in a CW show with a villain of the week, but somehow, fighting and scheming became part of your routine. You would never admit it to anyone, but you did enjoy the research portion of your problems. Even if it was you and Stiles eating pizza in his room while staring at way too many red strings. It made you feel wanted in a way that you haven't before. By the end of the week, though, the only research you were doing was for a class project. You were already debating when you could (reasonably) quit for the night and curl up with some Netflix or Hulu. Your phone rang by the fifth academic journal, and you glanced to see Lydia's name lighting up the screen. 

"Hello," you said, setting your phone on speaker. 

"Dress shopping tomorrow. Are you in or out?" Lydia asked on the other line. 

"For what?"

"Winter Ball, obviously," Lydia scoffed, the sound of rustling clothes in the background telling you she was going through her closet. "The fact I've waited this long when it's two weeks out is actually ridiculous, but with our life, I guess it's not surprising."

"I might not even go, Lyds."

"Don't be like that," Lydia sighed on the other line. "What's holding you back?"

"Kind of lame to go to a dance without a date," you mumbled, shrinking back into your chair. Maybe if you curled up in a ball and became a turtle, no one would ever ask things of you again. 

"All of your friends will be there, and most girls will probably ditch their dates anyway," Lydia chimed. "And besides, who cares? I don't have a date either, and I'm still going."

"I thought you were going with Stiles."

"In a completely work-related situation," Lydia coughed, even as you rolled your eyes. "He knows that."

"I'm sure he'll figure it out by the tenth corsage he buys you," you snickered.

"Just come tomorrow; Kira is joining. We'll get dresses, lattes, and have a day where werewolves don't intrude." You bit the inside of your cheek, staring at your laptop screen as the words melted into mush in your brain. You could at least hang out, even if you didn't buy anything. 

"I will come," you amended, almost hearing Lydia's excitement from the phone. "I won't promise that I'll buy anything."

"Grab you at 11 a.m., be ready," Lydia chimed, hanging up the phone. You sighed and put your head in your arms, wondering what you got yourself into. 

It was a reminder that waking up by 10 a.m. was a struggle for you. You barely dragged yourself out the door as Lydia spammed your phone, pleading for your coffee as you slid into the car. Kira laughed at you as you curled up in a ball and muttered about sweet death taking you soon. Lydia drove up to the coffee place, an ivy-strewn brick building called Cafe Allegro, and you bolted out of the car and through the doors. The smell of roasting coffee beans and the whir of the espresso machines welcomed you like a blanket on a cold night, and you wondered if you could ask that when you die, it could be in a pile of coffee beans. You ordered your latte, not having to wait long to get your order as you stood off the side, inhaling the fresh scent. Having been absorbed in your calm, you didn't notice the boy standing next to you. 

"You are really into your coffee," Isaac remarked, scaring you out of your stupor. You made a pathetic yelp, grimacing as a chuckle escaped his lips. 

"It's too early."

"It's almost noon."

"Too early," you sighed, sipping the heavenly goodness in your hand. "Why are you here?" 

"Scott and Stiles dragged me to the suit rental place and told me they didn't want me left alone to wallow or something like that," Isaac laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a heather gray henley today that you were enjoying and trying your hardest not to notice. "If it's so early, why are you here?"

"Similar reason. Lydia and Kira dragged me dress shopping," you glanced up at him before looking around the shop and realizing that your comrades were hiding on the opposite side. Annoyingly leaving you with the person who gives you immense jitters. 

"Do you think you'll get a dress?" Isaac inquired. 

"Not sure why, don't have a good reason to," you mumbled, staring at your cup. Gosh, your heart was beating fast, and your stomach hurt. Maybe you should've gotten something calming like herbal tea. 

"You should get one," Isaac coughed, looking visibly uncomfortable. For a second, you worried that you were annoying him. "You would look…pretty."

"Thanks," your cheeks burned. "Then, you should get a suit." You swallowed, feeling like your head was in a whirlpool. Isaac's eyes looked at you with something akin to interest, but you passed it off as your caffeine-filled hallucinations. 

"We should go to the dance together," Isaac said quickly, tensing slightly as he awaited your reaction. Your eyes widened, and you had to remember what solid ground felt like as his words sank in. 

"I would like that very much," you breathed. Isaac's demeanor softened, relief flooding his eyes. He bit his lip to stifle his grin, which was the worst mistake he could've made as now all you were focusing on was his lips. "Gotta go," you announced, bolting from him before he could say anything else or before you jumped him at a coffee shop. You made it to Lydia and Kira and dragged them out of the door, not bothering to look back for fear of embarrassment. Lydia had mild complaints, but mostly, Kira gave you a knowing look. 

"Is there a reason for this rush?" Kira asked, eyebrows lifted in question. 

"I need a dress," you said. Lydia and Kira shared a grin and you knew there was a specific reason they left you with Isaac in the cafe. You wanted to strangle them and kiss them for it. 

The ride to the dress shop was short, but the anxiety building like a knot in your stomach persisted long after. Isaac asked you to the dance. He asked you for some unknown reason. You guys were friends and occasionally worked together. Still, you struggled to have a conversation before that didn't end with you saying something weird and making it awkward. You used to chalk it up to just not having common interests. Still, if you admitted the truth to yourself, you would know it's because you had a giant raging crush on the werewolf. Words were not in your vocabulary around him. 

Entering the dress shop (a cute place called Laura Jane's Boutique), you were suddenly reminded why you didn't really want to go in the first place. You love pretty things, but the over-glitzy dresses and jumpsuits are not your style. At least Kira looked as out of place as you. Lydia led the charge, though, immediately saying "no" to many dresses on the rack and holding up some options for you and Kira. You did love it, though, Lydia caring enough to try and find the perfect dress for her friends. It made you feel wanted. 

You wandered into one of the back sections, skipping the colors you would never wear. What was Isaac's favorite color? Maybe that's the color of dress you should go with. Your inner voice told you it shouldn't matter what color you wear. Not just because you value your independence but because Isaac would love it either way. 

You pushed some dresses aside on one of the racks, stopping at a shorter-length dress. It had bell sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It was simple but not understated, and you loved it. 

You went home that night feeling like you were on a cloud. Except, like all good things, your crippling insecurities had to rear its ugly head and make you start questioning everything. Laying in your bed, the dress still in its tissue-wrapped bag, you stared at the ceiling, debating what had happened. What if Isaac only asked you to the dance because it was convenient? Or worse, he was asked to by someone like Scott or Lydia? He probably didn't like you at all. Why would he? You were human. Unremarkable. 

Vibrations could be felt in your head as your phone rang, and you begrudgingly grabbed at it without checking the caller ID. "Hello?" you grumbled.

"Hey," the tenor voice said from over the phone. "Can I come over?" 

"Isaac?" you asked, sitting up in your bed. "Is everything okay?" Oh my gosh, was he hurt? Or rescinding his previous offer of the dance.

"I just want to see you," he breathed. "Is this a bad time?"

"Never," you answered quickly. "You can come over."

Ten minutes later, of anxious pacing in your room, you got a text from Isaac saying he had arrived. You ran downstairs to open the door, slightly winded from the rush. Isaac's face was illuminated by your porch lights, and all you could think about was how pretty he was. 

"Hi," you spoke, looking up at him.

"Hi," Isaac smiled, "can I come in?" Nodding, you opened the door further so the golden-haired werewolf could enter. You gestured for him to follow, leading him to your room for privacy. You started to regret that decision when you realized that you had invited someone you were interested in into your bedroom. This was the plot of a bad romance novel. 

"What brings you to my humble abode?" you inquire, twirling to face him.

"I came to check on you," Isaac glanced around your bedroom, smiling faintly at your posters on the wall. You watched his eyes catch on your corkboard, where a photo of the two of you at Derek's loft is in prime display. It was after saving the day, and Stiles had bought multiple tubs of ice cream to celebrate. Derek demanded why this "celebration" had to be at his place. However, Stiles had never once listened to Derek's complaints and hosted it anyway. You loved that picture and that memory. 

"Check on me? I'm not in danger again, am I?" you smile, sitting on your bed and subconsciously grabbing one of your stuffed animals. 

"Kira was over to see Scott and mentioned you might be 'spiraling into oblivion,'" Isaac turned to you, quoting Kira's words. Sometimes, you wondered if that girl was telepathic with how well she knew you. 

"Maybe a little," you mumbled, fidgeting with your fluffy friend. Isaac hesitantly sat next to you on the bed, his weight causing you to sink closer to him. 

"Can I ask why, or should I just infer?" he chimed, grabbing another stuffed friend you have and twirling it around. It was a blue chicken from a video game you play, with a cute pink gizzard and round body. "I like this one."

"Do tell," you chuckled, watching him squish the chicken plush. 

"It's squishy," he muttered, patting it on the head before setting it carefully beside him. Your heart wanted to burst at the small interaction. 

"I was worried about the dance," you responded, answering his previous question. He gave you a sidelong glance, asking you to elaborate. "I don't know why you asked me."

"I like you."

"Like me, or like me?" you whispered, barely able to get your voice heard. Unfortunately, Isaac is sitting next to you and has a werewolf hearing, so he didn't miss a thing. He hesitantly grabbed the stuffed animal from your fidgeting hands, putting it aside before carefully holding your hand in his own. 

"I think you're amazing," he smiled, looking at you with eyes the color of a lakeshore. "So yes, I like you."

"I like you too," you breathed, a smile gripping your lips. "When did you get good at socializing?"

Isaac laughed, still holding your hand as he absentmindedly traced shapes on your knuckles. "Had lots of time to practice conversations while trapped in a freezer."

"You need therapy."

"Probably," he laughed, grinning at you before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as he looked at you. "Can I kiss you?" 

You barely managed a nod, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as Isaac kissed your lips. It was soft and somewhat hesitant, like he didn't want you to run away afterward. You boldly deepened the kiss, as it felt like water filled your ears and a marching band played in your heart. The hand he wasn't holding you used to capture his face, his free hand lightly gripping the outside of your thigh. It wasn't fireworks but an ocean at high tide with waves crashing against the shore. And you didn't mind it one bit; you hated fireworks anyway. When Isaac did pull away, his breath was warm against your lips, and you had to remember to let out a shaky breath before you hyperventilate. Isaac kissed your cheek, pulling back to look at you with pure adoration on his face. 

Kissing him again was pure bliss, and you couldn't help but look at him with awe. You weren't sure how you were granted something this good when you've spent your whole life dreaming of something worth half of this. Still, you wouldn't exchange it for anything. It meant you got to spend Winter Ball with the most handsome boy on the dance floor. 

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Ok this one broke me a little ngl

letters back and forth

ISAAC LAHEY X READER

requested by @gallifer

prompt: you’re a were-jaguar that left beacon hills after your parents got killed and you finally return to reconnect.

a/n: besties i’m back? mayhaps 

Coming back to Beacon Hills was a bad idea, and it was even worse to be waiting outside the school for everyone to rush out as the bell rang. You felt your heartbeat thumping like an approaching army, and all you could do was wring your hands in nervousness. You haven’t seen Scott and everyone else in six years– would they even recognize you? Would they forgive you for leaving? You weren’t sure. You just had to hope. 

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Can I request fluff with Elijah Mikaelson where the reader is terrified of spiders and he rescues her?

boo spiders [elijah mikaelson x f!reader]

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a/n: this is more of a drabble than anything, but i thought it was a cute idea and also there are SPIDERS in my APARTMENT and i'm going to CRY

The downside to living in an old manor with an even older vampire was the pest problem. You were half convinced you heard skittering at all hours. There were a few times that Kol purposefully let rats in just to give you a scare. He cackled like a witch as you screamed.

Elijah was out today, doing god knows what, god knows where. After having a calm morning, even gardening in their overrun courtyard, you decided it was time for a shower. You put in a shower steamer, made the water almost boiling, and were prepared to get into the relaxation mindset. About halfway through your shower, you notice the spider.

You stifled a scream, knowing it could sense fear. It was huge and in your shower. You glued yourself to the shower wall, eyes stuck to the arachnid. It was too big to just slap with your hand. You didn’t want to risk alerting it by jumping out of the shower. You just stood there frozen in fear.

It dropped a little, and you screamed bloody murder.

Elijah was pushing through the dirt a second later, having just gotten home. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brows furrowed. He couldn’t see you through the tinted glass.

“S-Spider,” you stammered. Elijah chuckled, finding this very amusing. You growled. “Son of a bitch, do something!”

“Alright,” Elijah laughed, opening the shower door. He picked up the spider between his fingers, and you gagged at its stupid kicking legs. He opened a window and tossed it outside, coming back to check on you. “You’re safe, my dear.”

“I saw my life flash before my eyes,” you breathed, handheld to your heart. “I saw my regrets, my dreams—“

“I think you’re being a bit dramatic—“

“Please shut up while I’m monologuing,” you replied. He bit his lip to keep from chuckling as you held up a finger and continued. “That experience was one of the worst of my life. Worse than Klaus trying to kill me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elijah nodded, finding you amusing. You let out a shuddering breath, the water still running all around you as Elijah regarded you with thinly veiled humor. 

“Thank you for saving my life,” you breathed. 

“Of course,” Elijah nodded. He grabbed a towel for you, wrapping you up as you got out of the shower, turning off the water so it just trickled down the drain. He wrapped you tightly, and you sighed in contentment. “You’re quite adorable like this.”

“Scared for my life?” You asked incredulously. Elijah kissed your forehead.

“Yes.” You hit Elijah’s shoulder, but it didn’t affect him. Your hits never did.

“You need to replace the bathroom since demons can get in here.”

“I’ll make sure to get right on that,” Elijah acquiesced. You glared at him.

“You aren’t taking me seriously, are you?”

“Not one bit,” he smiled, that toothy grin that made him look more like a man than the vampire the world saw him as. You sighed.

“It was quite scary.”

“Let’s take you to bed, sweetheart.” He picked you up bridal style before you could complain, letting out a yelp at the change in altitude. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You can’t pick me up every time you want me to shut up.”

“But it works so well.”

“Elijah,” you chastised. He just laughed, carrying you down the hall, far away from any potential spiders.

[radiantdanvers]

Ahhhh I am looking forward to this and your fics!! 🥰

-͟͟͞☆ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

Ever wonder who you’d be compatible with? Maybe it’s romantic, platonic, or familial. I’m happy to provide you with the answers. You have two options in order to get ships.

-͟͟͞☆ WHAT YOU’LL RECEIVE

A character I ship you with

Why I ship you

Headcanons about your relationship

Tropes

a 3 song playlist :)

-͟͟͞☆ HOW TO: Share some love!

Must be following me 

Reblog (5) posts and leave a comment on each. 

Send in information: what type of ship (romantic, platonic, etc), sexuality, personality traits, likes/dislikes, hogwarts house, star sign. anything else you might find useful is also good! i don’t really take physical traits into account. 

-͟͟͞☆ HOW TO: Little exchange 

If you’d rather not do the work above, you can also give me a ship instead and I’ll return one back :) If you’d prefer this option, just message me and we can share information. 

-͟͟͞☆ FANDOMS: I only do ships for these fandoms :)

Bold is fandoms I'm very passionate about currently

Marvel

Star Wars

Star Trek AOS/Next-Gen

Teen Wolf

Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

A Court of Thorn and Roses

Throne of Glass

Umbrella Academy

Doctor Who

Ted Lasso

M*A*S*H

Supernatural

Bridgerton

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Grey’s Anatomy

Gilmore Girls

ER (1994) -- Season 1 & 2 only

BBC Merlin

The Pitt

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LMAO my two fav fixations in one

Seong-je after playing nice for 5 minutes

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Guys I luv cats but I am scared of them. Pls help me get rid of that fear, I badly want to. 🙂😔.

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You can only reblog this today.

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I guess I do have a type...

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦?

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you for the request anon!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑳

・This pairing works because Rhaegal would provide Harry with emotional support during his struggles with loss and identity, much like Buckbeak did.

・Rhaegal’s loyal and compassionate nature would compliment Harry’s deep love for his friends (like Ron and Hermione) and his willingness to risk everything to protect them.

・Harry’s deep empathy and ability to understand others’ pain (thanks to his experiences and even his connection to Voldemort) align well with Rhaegal’s less aggressive, more introspective nature.

・Both Rhaegal and Harry have a natural instinct to protect those they care about.

・Rhaegal would respond to Harry’s courage and selflessness. For example, if Harry risked himself to defend the dragon or a vulnerable group of people, Rhaegal would recognise Harry as a worthy rider.

・Rhaegal’s balanced temperament would offer Harry stability and companionship in the chaos of his Hogwarts life.

・The green dragon would be an extension of Harry himself. He would feel so close to Rhaegal, that without him, he would feel like something is missing.

・They would have adventures together. Including daring flights around Hogwarts or defending the school from threats like Death Eaters.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮

・Silverwing’s gentle, loyal, and affectionate nature would align perfectly with Hermione’s compassionate and kind-hearted personality.

・Silverwing would be the perfect dragon for Hermione because of their shared values of loyalty, kindness, and a preference for reason over aggression.

・Hermione’s desire to protect and support her friends while also seeking justice aligns closely with Silverwing’s peaceful and noble disposition. Together, they would form a bond rooted in mutual respect, trust, and the pursuit of a better world.

・As a dragon who preferred peace and was known to approach humans without aggression, Silverwing would appeal to Hermione’s desire to resolve conflicts with reason rather than violence.

・Hermione would find comfort in Silverwing’s calm and steady presence, especially during stressful situations like facing the Triwizard Tournament or planning the Horcrux hunt.

・Silverwing could serve as a trusted companion during her intellectual pursuits, staying by her side as she researches spells and strategies to protect her friends.

𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹

・The Bronze Fury’s steady nature would provide the grounding and reassurance Ron needs sometimes, while his immense power and loyalty would inspire Ron to step into his own strength and confidence.

・Their bond represents Ron’s growth from an insecure sidekick into a capable and courageous hero.

・The bond between them would also allow Ron to grow into a stronger, more decisive version of himself.

・Vermithor embodies qualities that Ron admires: strength, power, fierceness, a commanding presence and intensity.

・The Bronze Fury would be Ron's absolute pride and joy; he would feel very important when first bonding with Vermithor. And then when he started to grow as a person, he would feel like he was worthy of the bond.

・Vermithor would be a comforting and protective presence for Ron, helping him stay grounded during stressful situations.

・Their bond could grow deeper as Vermithor encourages Ron to embrace his own inner strength and potential.

P.s., I also didn't realise I had given Hermione and Ron the two dragons who were mates <3

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: So, I've sort of aged up the younger dragons a bit. Not much. And Tyraxes is now a different colour? I've read a few times that he's a bit purple-ish/red.

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๋࣭⭑ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 ✶⋆.˚

・Grey Ghost is known for being elusive, shy, and distrustful of humans.

・At first, he might keep his distance, circling his rider warily while growling or hissing softly.

・This would not be due to a lack of care but rather his instinct to observe and assess the situation before taking action.

・His sharp eyes would sweep across the area, and his ears would twitch at the faintest sound, ensuring that the injury wasn’t part of a larger trap or attack.

・In all honesty, Grey Ghost's natural instinct is to flee or hide and this would create conflict with his loyalty to his rider. Only for the first event of such kind.

・This inner turmoil would manifest as pacing, soft growling, or circling his rider protectively while he deliberates his next move.

・But he would never leave you on your own.

・Once Grey Ghost realizes the severity of his rider’s injury and identifies that they are in immediate danger (or distress), his protective instincts would kick in.

・His usual elusive nature would fall away, revealing a dragon fiercely devoted to safeguarding his rider.

・Grey Ghost would position himself over or around you, spreading his massive wings to shield you from any threats. His pale, ghostly form would seemingly blend into his surroundings, making it hard for enemies to target him directly.

・His tail might lash aggressively, and he could stomp the ground or snap his jaws at anyone he perceives as a threat.

・While Grey Ghost is typically non-confrontational, the injury of his rider would awaken a primal rage in him if he suspects foul play. His usual avoidance of human settlements or other dragons would be forgotten in the heat of the moment.

・If Grey Ghost identifies anyone responsible for harming his rider, his vengeance would be swift and terrifying. Despite his elusive reputation, he is still a dragon—a creature of fire and blood. His attacks would be calculated, using his natural camouflage to ambush and devastate his enemies.

・He might nudge you gently with his snout, his usually cold and distant eyes change to warmth and concern. If you're conscious, he might emit soft, almost apologetic rumbles, as if to comfort you.

・Grey Ghost would likely carry you to a more secluded, hidden location, away from prying eyes and potential threats. He would be hyper-aware of your condition, moving carefully to avoid causing them more pain or distress.

・Due to his distrust of humans, Grey Ghost might be reluctant to allow even trusted allies near his rider. He could growl or flare his wings at medics or friends attempting to approach, forcing them to convince him they mean no harm.

・If you are taken away for treatment, Grey Ghost would resist at first. But following you closely or circling above.

・His deep bond with you would make it difficult for him to be apart, even temporarily.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Known for her beauty, grace, and even temperament. Tessarion's reaction to you being injured would be a mix of deep emotional distress and protective instinct

・Tessarion would be instinctively aware the moment you were injured

・Her voice, often described as musical, would take on a mournful tone that would echo her concern.

・Despite her typically calm and composed demeanor, Tessarion’s protective instincts would flare to life in response to her rider’s injury. She would become a fierce guardian, determined to shield her rider from any further harm.

・Unlike more impulsive dragons, Tessarion’s actions would be measured. She wouldn’t lash out recklessly but would unleash her fury with precision, targeting only those she deemed a threat.

・Her flame, described as a brilliant cobalt blue, would light up the area in controlled bursts, warning enemies to stay away. The colour of the flame would entrance and create fear in allies and foes.

・When the threat is gone, she would become very gentle.

・Tessarion would lower her head to nuzzle her rider, her usually powerful and commanding presence softening in an effort to comfort you. Her large, expressive eyes would convey worry and sorrow, a silent plea for her rider to stay strong.

・If her rider were unconscious or unable to respond, Tessarion might grow increasingly agitated, pacing or flaring her wings in frustration.

・Tessarion’s even temperament would make her more likely than some dragons, to allow trusted allies or medics to approach her rider, yet she would still remain watchful and alert.

・She would recognize the difference between friend and foe, especially if her rider had established a connection with certain individuals. She might lower herself slightly to give others better access to her rider, though she would never stray far.

・After your recovery, Tessarion would definitely become more attentive, sticking closer to you during dangerous situations. She would even keep an eye when resting, ready to act at the first sign of trouble.

・Tessarion’s gentle and noble spirit would lead her to express her devotion in quiet moments. Either through soft purring sounds, affectionate nudges, or simply lying beside her rider, she would show her love in physical ways

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・The Golden, would react to you being injured with a combination of raw emotional and unwavering protectiveness. His regal personality would shape his actions, making his reaction dramatic, furious, and deeply loyal.

・Feeling your pain, Sunfyre would unleash a deep, earth-shaking roar, his golden body gleaming fiercely. The roar would serve as both an expression of his anguish and a warning to anyone nearby.

・Sunfyre’s proud nature would make him defensive of his injured rider, viewing your harm as a personal affront.

・He might thrash his tail or stomp the ground in frustration, his distress manifesting in physical displays. His wings would flare dramatically, creating a display of dominance

・Even trusted allies might find themselves at the mercy of Sunfyre’s suspicion.

・If he perceives any danger to you or identifies those responsible for your injury, his response would be swift and catastrophic.

・Sunfyre’s flames, described as golden and almost as radiant as his scales, would blaze brightly as he targets threats.

・His attacks would be both theatrical and overwhelming, meant to obliterate his enemies and display his dominance.

・Despite his massive size, Sunfyre would lower his head to nudge you softly, emitting low, rumbling sounds that carry both concern and reassurance.

・His golden body would give a comforting heat, as if trying to envelop his rider in his presence and shield them from further pain. This warmth could be soothing, both physically and emotionally.

・He would allow medics or friends to help, but only under his watchful gaze. Any sudden movements or signs of aggression toward his rider would provoke an immediate reaction.

・Sunfyre’s reaction wouldn’t end once his rider is treated. The event would leave a lasting impact on his behavior and deepening his bond with his rider.

・After witnessing their vulnerability, Sunfyre would become even more vigilant and attentive to his rider’s safety. He might hover closer in dangerous situations or insist on staying near them, even when resting.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐗 ✶⋆.˚

・Vermax is a spirited and bold dragon known for his youthful energy and eagerness. His reaction would be a mix of emotional distress, protectiveness, and a strong desire to "fix" the situation in any way he could.

・Vermax’s bond with his rider would alert him instantly to their injury

・Once his initial panic subsided, Vermax’s protective instincts would kick in

・If danger were present, Vermax would attack with swift, almost reckless aggression. His flames would burst forth in short, erratic bursts, his movements quick and sharp as he prioritizes eliminating the threat.

・Once the threat was gone, his focus would stay comepletely on you. Landing, he would choose somewhere with cover and natural protection. Getting as close to the ground as he can, you would hop off of him slowly.

・Then, he would position his body around you, wings spread wide and head lowered defensively. Despite his smaller size compared to older dragons, his posture would convey an undeniable determination to protect.

・Vermax would turn to you, and rub his snout on your cheek. He'd show an endearing, almost puppy-like concern for you.

・The green dragon's boldness might lead him to perceive any movement near his rider as a potential threat. He could snap at allies or growl at medics trying to help, only calming once he senses no ill intent.

・Vermax would refuse to leave his rider’s side, lowering himself so his body is near them, even curling protectively around them if possible.

・You would have to give the command to calm him, and let the others help you.

・Vermax’s reaction to his rider’s injury would leave a lasting impression on both his behavior and their bond. The event would serve as a learning experience, shaping his maturity and deepening his loyalty.

・Vermax would become more protective and attentive in the future, keeping a closer eye on his rider during dangerous situations.

・The trauma of this would influence some of his youthful impulsiveness, making him more cautious and deliberate in his actions.

・The experience would solidify the connection between Vermax and his rider, making him even more devoted and emotionally attuned to their well-being.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐗 ✶⋆.˚

・A nimble and intelligent dragon known for his responsiveness and strong bond with you, he would react to your injury with swift, calculated actions and visible emotional distress.

・Arrax has incredible intelligence and quick thinking. It would make his reaction precise and effective; perfect for a situation like this.

・His instinct is to release a high-pitched, distressed shriek or a series of short roars. These sounds would carry both his fear for his rider and a warning to any nearby threats.

・Arrax’s intelligence would shine in his ability to rapidly assess the situation and prioritize his rider’s safety.

・He would immediately survey the area for potential dangers, his sharp eyes darting around to locate enemies or hazards.

・Arrax would instinctively place himself between his injured rider and any perceived threat, his smaller but agile body coiling protectively around them.

・Despite his smaller size, Arrax’s protective instincts would be fierce. His loyalty to you would drive him to defend you with every ounce of his ability.

・If he perceived danger, Arrax would strike with precision. Arrax’s agility would allow him to outmaneuver larger or slower threats. He could take to the air, swooping low to distract enemies or disorient them with quick bursts of flame and rapid movements.

・He might use his quick movements to dart at attackers, snapping his jaws or unleashing bursts of flame.

・His flame, though less powerful than that of larger dragons, would be controlled and effective, aimed to intimidate or incapacitate rather than destroy indiscriminately.

・Once he perceived the immediate danger to be neutralized, Arrax would turn his attention fully to his injured rider, showing his concern in ways that reflect his bond with them.

・Arrax would prod you with his snout, letting out soft, crooning sounds as if trying to reassure you.

・He would want to be as close to you as possible. Lowering his body next to you, either trying to keep you warm, be a protective presence and somehow take some of your pain.

・Arrax’s intelligence would make him more likely than some dragons to allow allies or medics to approach you, though his protective instincts would keep him vigilant.

・This first time trauma, would leave Arrax different. One, it would deepen the bond with you, change his behavior by becoming more intune with you.

・As well as becoming more attentive to your well-being, staying closer during dangerous situations and reacting more quickly to threats.

・The experience would mature him

๋࣭⭑ 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Tyraxes has a steady, balanced temperament. While his initial reaction might not be as volatile or dramatic as some dragons, it would be no less intense.

・Unlike more reactive dragons, Tyraxes wouldn’t thrash or panic. Instead, he might move slowly and deliberately his calm demeanor masking the depth of his worry.

・Tyraxes’ protective instincts would emerge fiercely in response to your vulnerability.

・If an immediate threat were present, Tyraxes would act decisively, using his flame or physical strength with calculated precision to neutralize the danger without endangering his rider.

・Tyraxes’ obedient and loyal nature would make him especially attentive to your well-being. He would stay close, offering physical and emotional comfort in his own dragon-like way.

・He'd gently nudge you, his large, expressive eyes reflecting his concern. His body heat would radiate toward you,making you feel at ease.

・Tyraxes might also produce deep, soothing sounds akin to a purr, an instinctive effort to calm and reassure his rider.

・His usually calm demeanor would become even more pronounced as he remained perfectly still, a silent but steadfast presence beside his injured rider.

・Tyraxes’ mature and even-tempered personality would make him more likely to allow trusted allies or medics to assist his rider.

・For strangers or unfamiliar allies, Tyraxes would need convincing.

・Unlike more reactive dragons, Tyraxes’ emotional response would be quieter but no less profound. His loyalty and concern would manifest through his steady nature.

・This occurence would strengthen Tyraxes’ already obedient nature, making him even more responsive to his rider’s commands and needs. It would have left a lasting impression; giving him a boost of confidence and moving him into maturity.

・Tyraxes’ reaction to his rider’s injury would be a masterclass in calm, controlled devotion. His docile nature wouldn’t stop him from fiercely protecting his rider when needed, but his response would always be measured and thoughtful.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・Moondancer’s bond with you would allow her to sense your injury instantly, triggering an intense and visible emotional response.

・As a slender, quick, and fiercely spirited dragon, she'd react to your injury with a mix of emotional intensity, relentless protectiveness, and tactical ferocity.

・Moondancer’s body language would display a fierce determination. Her head would lower, her teeth bared, and her tail would flick with calculated aggression, warning anyone to stay back.

・Moondancer’s intelligence and combat style would come into play as she deals with any immediate threats to you.

・Moondancer’s flames would cause chaos and destruction. She'd pursue them relentlessly. Her smaller body alloing her to move through tight areas or challenging terrain.

・Once the immediate danger has passed, Moondancer’s fiery persona would soften as she turns her attention to you. Her loyalty and bond would manifest in tender, almost maternal behavior.

・Moondancer would nuzzle you with her slender snout, her usually sharp and quick movements becoming deliberately slow and gentle.

・She'd then make soothing trills or rumbles, her voice taking on a melodic, comforting quality to reassure you

・Her smaller size would allow her to curl closely around you, creating warmth and care.

・When help arrived, Moondancer may not allow others near, especially if she doesn’t trust them.

・However, if you were conscious and able to calm her, Moondancer would reluctantly allow help, though her watchful eyes would remain fixed on anyone near you

・After the event, Moondancer would become more attentive and protective

・Her fiery temperament might become more pronounced in future conflicts, her determination to prevent another injury to you driving her to act even more fiercely.

・The trauma of seeing you injured would deepen Moondancer’s loyalty, making the bond unshakable and the partnership even stronger.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶⋆.˚

・Morning's reaction would reflect her spirited, loyal, and deeply protective nature.

・Her youth and bond with her rider would make her response emotionally intense, with her actions blending fiery determination and tender care.

・The pink and black dragon would let out a piercing, mournful cry—loud and desperate. This cry would be both a call for help and an expression of her anguish.

・Morning would become increasingly protective. It would take over quickly as she moves to shield her rider from further harm, regardless of the danger or odds.

・Quickly, Morning would place herself over or around you, using her slender, agile body to create a protective barrier. Her pink-and-black form, usually elegant, would become a fierce and imposing presence.

・If she needed to defend you, her wings would flare wide, forming a physical barrier. Even in her panic, Morning’s movements would remain precise, ensuring you are fully covered and safe.

・Then her next actions would be absolutely destructive. Swift, agile, she would release a breath of flame. Magenta in colour with white swirling through, it would be intensely hot.

・Precise and targeted, she would strike until they were nought but ashes.

・Once the danger passed, Morning’s demeanor would shift from fiery defender to tender caretaker.

・She would curl her body or tail protectively around you, creating a cocoon-like space of warmth and security.

・Morning would create a calm stillness as she watches over you.

・Her expressive eyes would reflect her concern, locking onto you as if willing you to recover through sheer devotion.

・Morning wouldn't like anyone to come near you; even allies. She may see them as threats - her connection with you means she can feel your pain and she doesn't want you to feel anymore. So, she might growl softly or block access with her body

・When you're getting help, she wouldn't be far. Probably much too close. But she wouldn't be able to leave your side.

・This would leave a lasting impact on her. From then on, she would become much, much more protective of you. It would increase the bond, or might bolster Morning’s confidence and refine her ability to act decisively in future challenges.

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[radiantdanvers]

would u consider doing physical appearance matchups for got houses or the different courts in acotar

Sure, just heart, reblog and comment on 3 of my posts.

And then you can ask for three fandoms!

Your GoT/HotD House

Your ACOTAR Court

Which LotR land you're from

Which fantasy creature you are

Which PLL you are

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[radiantdanvers]

Blue Mosque - Istanbul, Turkey.

[radiantdanvers]

I'm fucking dying someone please make a Pink Panther-style crime comedy about this