Gauging Interest For Another Fic/imagine Exchange, This Time For Valentine's Day. Please Note That I

Days Journey // Sir Gwaine

Can you do a gwaine imagine where the reader joins the knights on a quest and maybe Arthur and the others are flirting with the reader which makes gwaine jealous, so he admits his feelings for the reader? 

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 1,218

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“Lady Y/N.”

A gentle smile fell on your lips at the sound of Sir Leon’s voice, your head turning to the right where your eyes met his. He glanced down at you with a charming smile, and you noticed he had one arm tucked behind his back.

“Sir Leon,” you exclaimed, eyes twinkling with delight as you turned your body slightly, so your back was facing the other knights and Merlin, who sat in front and beside you. It was only mid-day, but since you were in no way a rush, Arthur thought it appropriate to let everyone take a small break. “Is there something you needed?”

Leon moved so he was crouched on his knees, instead of bent over, as he shook his head. “No, Lady Y/N,” he said softly, “I merely just wanted to give you this flower.”

Your eyes widened a fraction when you saw the flower Leon spoke of. It was a beautiful lily, the colour a bright, angelic white. You’re not even sure where Leon had managed to find the lily, given that you hadn’t seen any during your days travel.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!”

“I hoped you’d think that.”

Taking the flower, gently, in your hand, you smiled brightly up at Leon. “Wherever did you find it?”

“I found it along the way,” he explained shortly. “Couldn’t help but think of you when I did.”

You raised your hand, taking the flower and tucking it behind your ear. “I will cherish it,” you grinned, cheeks warming lightly as you stared up at the night. “Thank you, Sire Leon.”

“Anything for you, Lady Y/N.”

And as you sat there, smiling to yourself as you played with the flower in your hair, you never even noticed Gwaine from afar. Staring at you, his eyes narrowed, before glaring at the back of Leon’s back.

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“Here.”

You blinked, looking to your left where you met the eyes of Elyan. He was smiling brightly at you, not unlike Leon from earlier in that day, as he pulled a particularly long tree branch out of the way for you.

With a bright smile, you slowed your horses pace somewhat, stunned by his chivalrous. “Thank you, Sir Elyan,” you exclaimed, voice delighted. “How very kind of you.”

“Anything for the Lady Y/N,” Elyan nodded, his eyes never wavering from you as you steered your horse past him.

You picked up the pace the minute you were past him, that delighted smile of yours never wavering. And as you passed Gwaine, offering him a little smile and a nod in greetings, you never once noticed the distant look in his eyes and the way his shoulders dropped with defeat.

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“Allow me to help you, Lady Y/N.”

“Well,” you stated, allowing your hand to slip into that of Percival’s. “Don’t I feel like a princess.”

“That’s because you are, my lady.”

“Oh, rubbish,” you teased, waving your free hand. “I’m no princess, but I am thankful you think so highly of me.”

Percival chuckled at your comment, holding your hand as you swung your leg over, gracefully, so you could easily hop off the side of your horse. The moment you were situated, Percival set his hands on your waist, squeezing gently to make sure he had a good grip, before you jumped off.

With his help, you landed perfectly and steadily on your feet no problem. 

“Thank you very much, Sir Percival.”

“It was my pleasure.”

As you allowed Percival to lead you over to the camp Merlin was preparing, you never noticed Gwaine staring from afar, his body tensing.

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“Are you cold, my lady?”

Your hands paused, left grabbing each arm as you turned your head to the right, finding the King staring at you. You blinked, surprised, before you registered what the man had asked. “Only a little,” you shrugged, offering him a small smile.

You turned your head back to the fire, trying to lean in closer for it’s warmth. But a moment later, you felt something fall upon your shoulders, and turning your head, you saw red, before realizing that it was Arthur’s cape that he’d wrapped around your shoulders.

“I hope that will suffice.”

With your lips parted, you met Arthur’s eyes, before your hands came up, grabbing the cape and pulling it closer around yourself.

“It’s more than enough,” you smiled, “thank you, sire.”

“What kind of King would I be if I left a beautiful woman, such as yourself, to freeze?”

Once again, and possibly for the last time, as you laughed and conversed, you never noticed the way Gwaine looked at either of you.

It was only when he suddenly stood, turned, whipping his own cape behind him and stormed off did you noticed that something was so clearly wrong with Gwaine. His actions caused the attention of everyone there, but while everyone looked off in confusion, you only found yourself deeply concerned.

“If you’ll all excuse me,” you spoke quietly, pushing yourself up to your feet. You never waited for a reply before you begun running after Gwaine, holding Arthur’s cape close to yourself for protective from the wind.

“Sir Gwaine!” You called, hoping to gain his attention. “Gwaine!”

Said man stopped, almost in a huff, but he never turned to look at you. Instead, he kept his back to you as you slowed to a stop behind him, before gently setting your hand on his arm, gently guiding him to face you.

Panting slightly, your cheeks reddened, you blinked up at the knight. “Whatever is the matter?”

“That,” he snapped, gesturing back to the fire, wherever everyone else was sat.

You blinked, glancing back before meeting Gwaine’s eyes with furrowed brows. “I’m afraid I do not unde-”

“I mean,” Gwaine begun, his voice harsh, “them. The way the look at you. The way they talk to you. The way they shamelessly flirt with you.”

“Flirt with me?”

“You cannot tell me you have not noticed.”

Biting your lip, you paused, rethinking the events of the day. Gwaine was quite right, you had noticed how kind all of the knights had been to you, even Merlin, but you had just believed it to be chivalry. “Oh, well they were just being kind,” you shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation.

“I know what flirting looks like, and that, was flirting.”

“Okay,” you agreed, slowly. “Well, if it’s flirting, why does it bother you so much so?”

Gwaine blinked, as if not expecting to be asked such a question. He felt lucky that you couldn’t see his cheeks warm in the darkness of the night, as he tried to find the right words.

“Gwaine?” You pressed.

“Because I like you…”

Your eyes widened, realization flooding you. It was obvious enough, but you never would’ve expected that Sir Gwaine, Knight of Camelot and renowned Lady’s Man would ever like you.

Biting your lip, you smiled gently. “Well, it’s a good think it was just flirting then.”

Gwaine blinked, “huh?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this.”

Leaning forward, you pushed yourself up, pressing your lips against Gwaine’s. It was just a short, chaste kiss, but you pulled back with a bright, naive smile, meeting Gwaine’s eyes who looked absolutely stunned.

“Did you just…”

“Kiss me?”

Gwaine nodded.

Smiling, you nodded yourself, “I did.”

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What do you think about dad's best friend Steve and innocent reader? Like Steve's kinda manipulative and hot and reader's too naive and he tricks her into having sex with her, she's reluctant at first but lowkey was always attracted to him so gives in and that results in smutty goodness. Also umm can you throw in daddy kink in the mix as I can't seem to send any requests without including it?😅🤭❤️ I hope it is not too much.🥺 Thank you and loveeeeeeeee you sweetie!!!❤️💞💓

dad’s best friend

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, softdark!Steve, possessive!Steve, reader is in her twenties, daddy kink, dirty talk, curse words, smut, come play, unprotected sex

I am about to run wild with this and I love you!!

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Warily you eyed the clock on the wall. The mug in your hands had long since gone cold. It was still half full. The liquid sloshed in the cup with every twitch or awkward shift and there were many. Your father was meant to pick you up from Steve’s almost an hour ago and he still hadn't shown.

“Um,” you called out, “maybe we should text him?”

“We can do,” Steve replied, his voice floating from the kitchen, “but I don’t think it’ll be much use - oh, damn!”

Steve appeared in the doorway, dish cloth thrown over his shoulder and phone in hand. “I asked him to come at eight instead of six. My bad.”

You checked the clock again. It had only just gone ten to seven. You sighed and relaxed back into the sofa. “It’s fine. Do you want help with those dishes?”

You followed Steve back into his kitchen and settled into an easy rhythm; he washed and you dried. The silence was welcome and it was easy to get yourself lost in such a simple task.

Steve had saved your ass today. The rain had been torrential and Steve lived close to your college, almost an entire hour closer than your family. The wasn't normally an issue but it was a weekend and you’d been looking forward to spending it with them. 

Steve’s elbow brushed your arm. “Alright there, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “just looking forward to spending the weekend with family.”

Steve’s lips quirked up as he nudged you again. “Am I not family enough for you, doll?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. The blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Broad shoulders and a beard that you wanted to slide your fingers into...sigh. You shook your head. “Sure you are.” and that was the problem.

Steve stared at you for a moment longer. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking right into you, peeling your brain open like a diary and flicking through all your dirtiest thoughts. A shudder ran down your spine and you looked away, embarrassed. God forbid. 

Eventually the sink was clean of dishes. A glance at the clock told you it had only even ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath, you moved to sink back into the couch. 

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “I’ve got something I want you to take a look at.”

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and began heading up once you reached him. The walls were devoid of any kind of picture, though there was a chest in the upstairs hall that had a framed photo of him and your father. Steve had always been a great family friend and had spent many a weekend young your house. Now you were wondering what that might have cost him. Had he ever been lonely?

Steve led you into his bedroom and you followed without question. Your cheeks flared at the rumbled bed sheets and you averted your eyes. You felt like a pervert. Steve was stood by the side of his bed. He picked something off of the bedside table and when he turned to show you, your lips parred.

“You remember this?” he said. “Only a year or so old, I think. I’m not usually one for photos but I saw this and - you just looked so beautiful.”

The light gleamed off of the photo, illuminating your grin immortalised by the camera. Steve was right; it was only a year old. You’d been embarrassed and had stopped your family from ordering the photo once the sample had been sent out. Your hair looked a little too frazzled, your grin a little too wide. Apparently that hadn’t mattered to Steve.

“Why do you have that?” you asked. The question sat heavy in the air, weighing you down. You swallowed and your tongue felt clumsy in your mouth.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, turning the photo back to himself and stroking a thumb down the side. The silence was heavy. Then, a slight tilt of his head, and he was looking back at you. “I think you know why, doll.”

A shaky breath shoved its way past your lips and you took a step back. Never had you - there had been looks but - he was your father’s best friend. 

You shook your head. “No, Steve. I - no. It’s just a silly crush --”

“Maybe to you,” Steve interrupted. He discarded the picture on the bed and you watched it bounce. “But not for me. I have loved you for years. Do you know how it felt when - finally - one day you looked at me and it just clicked? You could never have hid how you felt. Not from me.”

“Steve, my dad --”

“Doesn’t have to know,” he spoke quickly. He reached out and his hand brushed your face. At some point he’d cornered you, and now he was the only thing between you and the door. “I’ve thought about it. I - we can do this. You spend a lot of time here all ready so he won’t bat an eye --”

“Steve, no.”

It was hard to watch. Steve flinched suddenly, as if he’d been hit. The hand by your face was shaking badly and the urge to reach out and take was a strong one. 

You’d lied to him. It was more than a crush. But hiding something of this extent from your parents? You’d never done anything of the sort before, didn’t know if you could start doing it now.

Steve’s hands suddenly cupped your face, angling it up toward his. You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss. You’d like to say that you struggled but - you didn’t. It was disturbingly easy to melt into the affection, open your mouth under his tongue and let his it sweep in. You went limp and surrendered yourself to it. 

Steve parted from you but not for long. He had you pinned to the wall with his body as his lips were caressing your gave and moving down your neck. “Don’t say that to me, doll. I’ve waited for so long and - I have to have you.”

The heat in his tone made you whimper and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth, ensuring your attention remained solely on him. It’s yours, you wanted to say, has been yours for so long.

An exhale shakily parted your lips when you felt the line of his cock press into your stomach. Your pussy clenched automatically at the thought of it, at the thought of Steve fucking you and slowly taking you apart with it. You dug your fingers into Steve's hair, tugging when he bit particularly hard at the long line of your neck.

The room swirled around you as Steve pulled you from the wall and to the direction of his bed. You went willingly, whimpering when the heat of his hands and mouth left you for too long. It was finally happening and you were desperate for it. If he stopped now or turned away you felt as if you'd die. A fire had started in your core and was steadily working its way through your body, trails of it left wherever Steve’s hands went.

“Don’t stop,” you managed, your voice ragged to your own ears. “Touch me, Steve.”

“Won’t,” Steve bit back, “can’t. Not Steve, darling girl. Daddy.”

Daddy. Now you were considering if Steve really had peeked inside your head at some point. 

Your pussy was pulsing along with your heartbeat, desperate for touch. You arched your back and pressed your breasts into Steve’s hands. Steve tweaked at your nipples through the fabric and then pulled it down, freeing your breasts. The urge to cover yourself came and went as Steve enveloped your nipples in his hot mouth, sucking hard enough to have you crying out. Your body was writing underneath his.

He parted from your breast with a ‘pop’ and his hands went to your jeans. The sound of your zipper coming down had your nerves flaring but then he was yanking them from your body hard enough to leave red marks and your panties were quick to follow.

Steve’s eyes fixated on the space between your legs and he inhaled noisily, sweeping a trembling hand across his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You want Daddy to touch your pretty cunt?”

“Daddy, yes,” you answered frantically. Burning up.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Steve’s fingers trailed languidly across your pussty. His thumb swiped your clit and you shook. He used two fingers to part your lips, opening you to his careful gaze. The urge to rush him was strong, but you also understood. Steve was an artist. He’d want to see it all, take it in, tuck the details to this back of his mind for later. 

Your body flared up again at the thought of later. The image of Steve laid in this very bed, naked, hand around his cock, almost had you coming spontaneously. “Daddy, I can’t wait much longer.”

Steve hummed, eyes flickering back up to your face. They stayed that way, darting between your pussy and your face as he slid two fingers in to the knuckle. They went smoothly and you felt your arousal leaking around them. The thought of it pooling on the bed made you hotter and you felt almost dizzy.

Steve lazily fucked you open with them, humming appreciatively at the wet sound that soon came every time they pushed in. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your belly, inhaling deeply. 

“Feels good, doll? My fingers in your pretty cunt?” he purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed, hips stuttering on the bed. “Need more.”

You cried out when his fingers pulled out and didn’t return. Pink lips parted and you watched as he took his fingers into his own mouth, sucking hungrily at your arousal. Then he was reaching for his shirt and tearing it off to join your jeans in the corner. His own followed and you gasped when his cock sprang up and brushed his belly button.

The head was an angry red and was damp with precum. Your mouth watered and the urge to taste rose up but you pushed it aside for another time. Steve fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, eyes more black than blue. He looked starved. 

“Gonna let me slide into that pretty cunt?” he rasped. The bed dipped as he got on, getting on his knees in front of you. “Fuck you stupid?”

“Yes,” you cooed, “anything, Daddy.”

Your legs jolted when Steve grabbed them and used them to pull you closer. His cock bobbed against his thigh and brushed against yours. It made you embarrassingly close to begging. Fast was not fast enough. You wanted to feel it all and you wanted to feel it now. 

The head of his cock caressed your clit and you sighed, relaxing into Steve’s hold. He had one hand at your hip and the other was guiding his cock to your pussy. The sight was more erotic that you’d been prepared for and he cooed when your pussy clenched again around nothing.

“Gonna get you nice and full,” he promised, “watch me leaking out of you.”

The stretch was welcome, and God, it was a stretch. Steve pushed forward until his hips were flush against yours. There was no pain, only a distinct feeling of being deliciously and utterly full. Just like he’d promised.

You rolled your hips experimentally and let your head fall back at the sensation. Still not enough. When both of Steve’s hands came to push your legs further apart and then cup your hips you shuddered in relief. 

“Been thinking about this so long,” he bit out. “Never gonna get enough of this cunt. Mine.”

Steve slid away until only the tip was remaining and then pulled your hips down at the same time he pushed forward. He sank you down onto his cock and watched as he disappeared inside of you and your arousal leaked out around his cock. It was a sight he’d never get enough of.

The pace didn’t remain slow for long. Soon the room was loud with the sound of his hips snapping together with yours and the soft appreciative coos he gave every time you moaned for him. He set a rhythm that allowed you no respite and made you take everything he was giving you, made you feel it all.

“Say it,” he urged. “say you’re mine. Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Daddy,” you cried out, “’m yours.”

“Fucking right,” he groaned as he altered the position, leaning down until he was held up by his forearms around you. Your breasts pressed into his chest and when your nipples brushed against his you almost sobbed. 

Your orgasm didn’t creep up on you, it was loud and left trails of fire in its wake as it thoroughly ravaged you and left you limp beneath Steve. His pace stuttered at the sensations of your nails digging crescent shapes into his back and your pussy clenching wildly around his cock. Hips pressed tight to yours, cock seated deep, he let himself go. The feel of his release inside of you had him twitching already and you moaned. 

“Good girl,” he purred, “been so good for me. Was always meant to be like this.”

Steve didn’t pull out, only rolled to his side and manoeuvred your limbs until you were lying quite comfortably beside him. You caught a glimpse of the clock beside him and suddenly went cold. “Steve, my dad.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he spoke through a yawn, “he’s not coming till tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, you let yourself relax back into his arms. Something sharp was poking your thigh and you swept your arm out, knocking the picture onto the floor. As you stared at the path it had taken, you knew Steve was right. It was always meant to be like this.

Ohh the way I cackled at the latest Stucky x reader fic. If you don't mind could you do something with them reacting to side to side and anaconda 🤣🤣

Like they think it's a gym thing but then they pay attention to the lyrics and then reader breaks it down for them

Thank you ❤️❤️

pairing: stucky x reader

rating/warnings: fluff, confused!stucky, mentions of sex

It was a normal day in the Avengers gym. Everyone was working out, having a great time, and today, today was your day to choose the music. So naturally, 1D, 5SOS, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, etc etc played.

Suddenly 'Side to Side' by Ariana and Nicki started to play. You, Wanda, Nat, and Thor (I know weird right) looked at each other and started to belt the lyrics.

"Seeing you standing over there with your body" You sang

"Feeling like I want to rock with your body."

"And we don't got to think about nothing"

Steve and Bucky looked lost as always. "Been trying to hide it" Thor belted.

"Thor you too?!?!?" Bucky asked. "Yes I find this music, uplifting."

The song came to and end and everyone moved on to their next workout. "Hey n/n, can you change the song?" Tony asked.

"Of course Ton's!" You walked over to the speakers where your phone sat and hit the next button. 'Anaconda' came on, but the Nicki version.

Boy toy name Troy used to live in Detroit, big big big money, he was gettin' some coins.

"Babe, babe, what does that mean?" Bucky walked over to Steve. "Beats me Buck, I've never heard this song, I don't understand the references." Steve said with a shrug.

By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and check him in my automobile Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

This time the pair walked over to you. "This osng doesn't make sense." Bucky asserted. "Well hello to you too. Yes it does make sense, your from the 1940's love, of course it won't make sense to you."

Steve chimed in, "Is it-is it about sex?" You and Bucky giggled at his embaressment. "Yeah kind of- just uh keep listening" The og song started to play.

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Don't, my anaconda don't Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

"Do you get it now?" You asked. Steve was red faced, Bucky was amused. "This song was written for you baby" Bucky smirked. You simply rolled your eyes. "Steve?"

"Who woudl write a song about a womans ass? That's so dimeaning" You and Bucky just laughed, and let Steve figure things out.

someone better

azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: self doubt/insecurity, slightly angsty, fluff

word count: 1288

summary: you know azriel loves you, but you can’t help but feel like he could do better.

a/n: ok so this wasn’t requested but i wanted to write something with my favourite bat boy to kick start this account so i hope you enjoy! requests are open :)

“You know you’re being completely ridiculous, right?”

You groan, removing your hand from its position across your eyes as you glance over at Cassian lounged beside you on the bed.

“I didn’t invite you here to insult me, Cass. You’re supposed to be comforting me.” you whine, Cassian shaking his head with a chuckle in response.

“Well, I’m sorry but I can’t comfort you over something that doesn’t exist, Y/N/N.” he retorts, reaching out to poke you playfully in the side. “I mean, do you even hear yourself?”

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Dating Felix from Once Upon a Time would Include....

The first time you traced the scar on his face he got really choked up

After all his years on Neverland, he wasn't used to positive physical contact, and your touch was so soft that he thought he might explode from an emotional overload

Likes to hold your hand when you're walking

Lunch and dinner dates at Granny's!!!

Holding hands over the table

Sharing fries and milkshakes

He only dances when you're alone

So Granny let's you stay past closing so you can use the jukebox

He's the big spoon most nights

But he also likes to be held by you

It makes him feel safe

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you

You're his favorite subject

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Oh my god. What a perfect view..

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

Trying to make a point to my father.

Get Out Of Jail Free Card

Summary: Felix always get you out of trouble and slowly you start to fall for him.

Pairings: Felix x reader 

Warnings: mild swearing

No matter the weather I would always find a way to piss off Pan, but I didn’t do it to see the reaction on Pan’s face, I did it in the hopes of Felix stepping in to save me.

Did I know why he would save me from getting into trouble all the time? No, but did I like seeing him laugh at all the stupid thing I do? Yes.

I stood on top of a caracole coloured rock that peered over the crystal clear, mermaid infested waters, Mermaids were beautiful, but deadly, if I ran into one then that would be game over, they would drag me down into the depths of the sea and I would never return to the surface again. 

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Not What It Looks Like ii

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like ii

summary/request: part two of not what it looks like - i don’t know what else to say lol

warnings: profanity, shamelessly fluffy

word count: 2k

READ PART ONE HERE

Once again, months after that first night, Y/N found herself trailing up a staircase behind Jesper. This certainly wasn’t the staircase at the Slat, but rather one at a Ravkan inn.

They’d been traveling across western Ravka for weeks, attempting to track someone they’d been paid to kill. They weren’t necessarily assassins, more like thieves, but that didn’t stop Kaz from accepting the incredibly high paying job. So now their crew had been spending their days roaming across the country, hitching rides in stolen carriages and sleeping in barns. Certainly a far cry from the life they had lived in Ketterdam.

As Y/N drug herself up the stairs, her body ached for a good night’s sleep. The past week they’d been riding in a carriage all through the day and night. She could still almost feel the rolling and sharp jerking of the carriage rattling deep in her bones. The thought of a soft, warm bed felt like heaven, regardless of whether Jesper was even in the room.

Their relationship since that night had been utterly confusing. She had initially assumed that Jesper too, shared feelings for her. But as the weeks flew by, she began to doubt that assumption. They were purely professional, two crew mates, and Y/N tried to keep her thoughts as professional as possible too. But dreaming of waking up in Jesper’s arms didn’t exactly fit that definition. So she pushed the feelings aside, tactfully burying them into the deepest corner of her mind. The words, “he’s a crew mate”, were constantly repeated in her mind, echoing over and over again like a mantra.

But people who were just crew mates didn’t allow their gazes to linger for a dangerous amount of time on the other. They didn’t allow their head to roll over onto the other’s shoulder during a long, exhausting ride as they gave into the temptation of sleep. They didn’t allow the magnetic gravity-like pull to overtake them.

But Y/N allowed all those things, allowed her mind to be completely consumed by everything Jesper. And every inch of her prayed that a Saints was listening when she hoped that Jesper felt the same way.

Y/N leant heavily against the wood paneled wall as Jesper pulled a silver key out of his pocket, the key Kaz had given him. For some Saints forsaken reason, the boy had thought it was a smart money decision to make the two room together.

She could still hear his irritatingly smug voice, “Inej and I both need private rooms. You two have stayed together before - why not again?”

Inej had practically been forced to lay a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, silently urging the girl to not attempt to wipe the shit-eating grin off of Kaz’s face. Kaz wasn’t nearly as slick or as clever as he assumed he was - Y/N knew what he was doing. She wasn’t blind to how Kaz went out of his way to pair her with his friend.

As Jesper swung the door open, Y/N was pulled from her thoughts and a sharp sense of deja vu washed over her. In so many ways, the cozy inn room reminded her of Jesper’s back at the Slat - a window facing the sea, a dresser with a mirror, and a bed, admittedly far larger. And of course, the room was clean - no dirty clothing or discarded items in sight.

With a deep thud, Jesper dropped their bags to the floor, rolling his sore shoulders and stretching his arms wide like an eagle. “I would kill for a hot bath.”

“I think all of us would,” Y/N stated, kicking off her muddy boots and flexing her incredibly sore feet. “We’ve been traveling for ages, I think anyone would feel grimy.”

She collapsed on the bed and rubbed at her sore muscles, willing them to relax. Jesper chaotically flitted around the room like an anxious mother hen, putting their things away and shrugging off his brown jacket. Tension hung heavily overhead like a dark cloud, but neither acknowledged it, keeping to themselves.

The sound of trickling water filled the air as Jesper poured a pitcher into a large stone basin bowl. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the dirt caked skin beneath. Y/N didn’t envy Jesper’s job of caring for the horses. Being the only one with equine experience, he had been assigned the job of picking dung out of hooves and harnessing the horses every morning.

Occasionally, Y/N had joined Jesper in the stable, offering assistance when she could, mostly as an escape from Kaz’s angry morning rants. She’d pet the horses a few times, running her fingers over their velvety muzzles. But everytime she withdrew her hand, her skin was covered in dirt, even packed under her nails. It amazed her how the seemingly clean horses always tended to have dirt caked into the coat.

But most of all, she admired how Jesper treated them. In his eyes they weren’t tools, only used for pulling the Crows across Ravka. She knew he saw them as pets, even big dogs perhaps. Jesper always had a certain twinkle in his eye and a grin upon his lips when he spent time with the animals. Y/N always noticed when he slipped an extra apple or carrot into his pocket, a treat to share later with his friends.

“How’d you get so good with horses?” Y/N blurted out suddenly, ruining the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

Jesper paused scrubbing at his arms and dropped the washcloth back into the basin, “Grew up with them.”

“Really?”

“Hard to believe a pretty face like this once mucked out stalls?” Jesper glanced over at her as a smug smirk graced his face.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head softly as she gazed at him with nothing other than adoration. “You turn everything into a compliment.”

Jesper’s rolling laugh filled the room as he dried off his wet arms. Y/N had grown to love that sound, happiness quite literally bouncing off of the walls. It always made her grin like a fool as her heart flipped violently in her chest.

“Come here, doll.”

The pet name knocked the wind from Y/N’s lungs, leaving her breathless as she stared at Jesper with shock. He motioned her over to the basin, a goofy grin playing upon his lips. Slowly, she shakily rose to her feet and crossed the room, cursing her heart that behaved like a bird, beating its wings in her chest in a bid to break free.

Jesper’s steady hands gently gripped her left arm and rolled up her sleeve, then repeated the process with her other arm. Each touch was gentle, but laced with the confidence that Jesper always exuded. Despite her heart leaping into her throat, Y/N remained still, shamelessly allowing her gaze to follow Jesper’s hands.

Picking up the cloth, he ran it over her forearm, washing away the dirt and grime, washing away the trials of their travel through Ravka. The numbing chill of the water was sharp, nipping at her skin, yet still a welcome relief. After completing one arm, he dunked the cloth back into the basin, gently repeating the process. It felt splendid to have the filth washed from her arms, but she could hardly focus on that feeling. Instead, her mind was wholly distracted by Jesper; how close he was to her, how his gaze always fluttered to meet hers, how his fingers grazed her skin. Each sensation was all so overwhelming, reminding her sharply of how she felt trying to fall asleep with Jesper’s arm around her.

“Better?” Jesper questioned, passing her a dry towel and dropping the cloth back in the basin.

“Much,” she replied with a smile, trying to redirect her focus away from the intimacy of the moment.

A mischievous grin darted across Jesper’s face, a meager warning, before he quickly splashed water at her. The cold droplets sprayed across her torso, soaking through her shirt.

Gasping, Y/N jumped back, playfully glaring at Jesper. “How dare you!”

Laughter escaped both of them as she slapped the water, sending a wave flying towards Jesper. His eyes glittered like jewels as he sent a fresh batch of water spraying in Y/N’s direction in return.

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey!”

“Can’t handle a bit of water?” Jesper jeered, reaching out for her.

Y/N danced away, just beyond Jesper’s reach and giggled, “No!”

Together they flew around the room like two birds, dancing and fluttering in circles around one another. The entire time, they foolishly grinned at one another and laughter filled the air.

It all came to a crashing halt when Jesper’s long fingers finally wrapped around her wrist, pulling her to a stop. Before Y/N could even react, he pulled her into his chest and held on tightly.

“I’ve caught you,” he teased, warm breath fanning over Y/N’s face in waves.

Y/N stared up into his eyes, allowing her breath to catch. They were like tantalizing pools of swirling liquid gold, pulling her in deeper.

Raising one eyebrow, trying to regain her composure, she questioned, “Is this how you woo everyone? Terrorizing them with your antics?”

For a second, Y/N swore his gaze flickered down to her lips before roaming the rest of her face. “No, only you - you’re special, my love.”

Those few simple words sent her heart and mind racing in tandem, lurching towards the outcome she so desperately wanted - that Jesper liked her back. But she stood there, gaping like a fish, fumbling for the words to say. Jesper didn’t seem to mind her shocked silence and instead, swooped down to capture her lips with his own.

It felt ridiculous to think about, but giving into the feelings she had so desperately held back felt like heaven. An invisible weight upon her shoulders lifted as she kissed back, pouring her heart and soul into that moment.

Kaz had lectured them seemingly a million times about how love was a weakness, the thing that would eventually lead to your downfall. But right now, Y/N thought love was the farthest thing from a weakness. Drowning in the feeling of Jesper, she felt it was a strength, a motivator even, urging her to be the best possible her. To be someone worthy of Jesper’s affection.

Jesper was the first to pull away, his face seemingly alight with pure sunlight even though their room was dark. He practically glowed with that flawless smile that glinted at her.

“So I’m assuming we feel the same way?” He finally questioned after catching his breath.

Y/N, still breathless and reeling from their moment, simply nodded, a wide smile gracing her face.

Softly, Jesper’s hands migrated up to her face, framing it between his large hands. “I always thought we’d end up like this.” His voice was heavily laced with arrogance as he smugly smiled.

“Oh really?” Without a second thought, she leaned into Jesper’s warm touch, relishing in how his callused hands felt against her face.

“Who wouldn’t fall for my handsome face, brilliant mind, extraordinary gun slinging skills?” He raised his head just a bit higher with pride.

Y/N lightly slapped one hand against his chest, “Oh don’t start in with your gloating. It’s annoying!”

Jesper only devilishly grinned at her and offered, “Annoyingly charming?”

“Stop it! The last thing your ego needs is compliments!” Y/N complained, feigning displeasure in her voice, but that task was nearly difficult. Everything about Jesper made her want to grin from ear to ear, to laugh and never stop.

“Oh really?”

“Yes!”

Jesper huffed and pressed little kisses to her cheek, slowly sliding his lips down until they met her jawline and then her neck. In between each featherlight kiss, he murmured, “I don’t know about my ego, but I know what I need.”

“What?” Y/N prompted, slightly tilting her head back as she completely surrendered.

“You.”

Y/N gasped for air as the kisses peppered across her skin felt like electric shocks, sending shivers through her body. Her mind immediately began to wander towards what their companions would think in the morning. Kaz and Inej weren’t stupid - they’d see that the fleeting glances filled with pining had suddenly transformed into something far more complicated.

At that moment, Y/N wasn’t sure what the future would hold but she knew one thing for certain - it was now exactly what it looked like.

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Can you make a headcanon with pan and felix and how they would show that they have an interest in reader?

Of course :) I’ve never been asked anything or made headcannons before but here goes

Hope you like it! 

Peter:

Okay so we all know he likes to play games 

He would never simply say that he likes you, being straightforward has never been how he does things

So he starts flirting by playfully teasing you 

Peter never ever gets deterred when you don’t flirt back (you don’t actually reject him after all)

He never calls you by your real name, only by a nickname that he’s made up 

If it seems that any of the Lost Boys are even slightly upsetting you Peter puts an end to it by pulling their focus to something else

He doesn’t want them to upset you, but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to know that he cares for you

He always finds an excuse to touch you

Whether that be putting his hand on your shoulder if he has to move around you or bushing his fingers against yours if you hand him something

He almost always sits next to you, close enough that your bodies are touching, even if it’s just your knees

Sometimes, when you’re talking alone, he’ll reach out and twirl loose strands of your hair between his fingers

You don’t think much of it though, because Peter Pan is constantly playing games 

Not to mention its impossible for you to understand his motivations for anything

Felix tells him he needs to be more direct 

So Peter starts actively trying to spend time with you

He’s constantly seeking you out to talk to you, following you around while you go about your day 

Sometimes even when you’re alone, he’ll secretly check in on you to make sure you’re safe 

He starts to give you gifts, little things like wood carvings or flowers he’ll pick from the side of a path you’re both walking on

But he’ll do it at complete random 

You never expect it and are unsure of what exactly it means 

He also begins takes you on walks around the island, just the two of you 

Neverland is constantly changing so there’s always something new he wants to show you, whether it be a hidden waterfall or the night sky from one of the many peaks on the island 

You will both just sit together and admire what he brought you to see, sometimes in comfortable silence and other times you will talk

By talk I mean Peter mostly just flirts with you 

It’s in these moments when you think that he might have feelings for you because he never does this for anyone else

You can never be sure though, because he never says anything and you never ask

So you both just continue dancing around each other 

Felix 

He’s usually a typical, wild Lost Boy but turns into a soft boi™ when he’s  around you 

Always tries to be close to you

Does this by sitting next to you during meals or accompanying you whenever you go outside of camp 

He doesn’t really talk much though, he prefers to stay quiet and let you lead the conversation while he listens

Of course, he initially doesn’t realise that he’s caught feelings for you and does all of this without thinking anything of it

But when he starts to stare down any Lost Boy that torments you, even sometimes going as far as to get up and almost start a fight with them, the Lost Boys realise that he likes you

They start to hassle him about it, teasing him about his feelings

At first, he denies it but then slowly realises that the boys are right and he has feelings for you

He’s not good with emotions and doesn’t know how to deal with this realisation, so to your disappointment, he shuts himself off from you 

However, after a few days of not being around you, he realises he misses your company and starts spending time with you again 

He laughs more when he’s around you, and always has a small smile on his lips when he looks at you

Despite his rough exterior, he does tend to get shy with you, especially when you two are alone

He’ll often break eye contact and look at the ground nervously when it’s just the two of you talking 

He’ll go out of his way to help you with little domestic things

You need to cart more than one load of firewood? Something’s gotten caught high in a tree where you can’t reach? He’s immediately there to help

He’s afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way about him if he told you he liked you, so he tries to hide his feelings and be really aloof 

But he fails miserably because he can’t stop himself from staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking

Especially when he sits next to you around the fire 

He keeps glancing at you from under his hood (he can’t help it, he thinks you look beautiful in the firelight)

Sometimes you’ll look over at him before he has a chance to turn away

He gets nervous because he’s worried you’ll think he’s being strange 

But you just smile

(His heart may or may not stop when you smile at him like that)

One night while sitting around a bonfire he gets the courage to put his hand on yours

Felix doesn’t dare look at you when he does this, he just stares into the fire, waiting for your reaction 

(Is he blushing?)

He starts to breathe normally again when he feels you thread your fingers through his and move closer to lean on his shoulder