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[vintagegirl01]

Haven’t seen this episode yet but I’m so happy to know that Marc is in the first episode of season 3. Hope there will be more of him in the coming episodes.

All of Oscar appearances in the new What if Episode

Credits to zeremy on IG for compiling them

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Hunt Athalar x half-human (type of creature is your choice)female reader

Summary: You want Hunt to come spend the holidays with you but he’s a bit reluctant to do so. Can you find out the reason why before Christmas?

“Come on, Hunt! Please.” You give him the saddest eyes you can to win your case. “Come spend Christmas with me and my family. They want to meet you.”

This makes the dark-eyed angel raise an eyebrow. “Why would anyone want to meet me?”

You look at him as if he said the most offensive thing. Which he has in your mind. “Because they know that you are important to me. That you are the love of my life. Why wouldn’t they want to meet you, my love?”

Hunt snorts. “The love of your life? You really think that I am good enough for you?”

Your smile twists into a frown. “Hunt, baby… we’ve been through this…”

The muscular and tan male sighs and sits down. “I know. I'm sorry. My mind just doesn't know how to accept the fact that you love me, and that your family would want to meet me.”

You sit next to Hunt, taking his hand into your own.

“Well.. you better believe it because they do.”

Hunt blushes slightly when you take his hand.

“And you think it's a good idea for me to see your family? Have you told them about my past?”

You shake your head. “No, because, I want you to be the one to tell them if you decide to do so. All they just know is that you’re my boyfriend and we have been together for a year now. Though, I may have told them you’re a huge fan of sunball though.”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “Of course you would. You know I would do anything for you. So, if meeting your family is what you want, I'll meet them.”

“You sure? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable and upset .”

He raises your chin up until your eyes meet mine.

“I promise. I'll be alright. Besides, I need to meet the family of the female who I plan on spending the rest of forever with.”

You blush. “So sweet! How do you think my family will not like this? A sweet male who only has eyes for me?”

He smiles at you affectionately. “I just hope they don't think I am some sort of monster who is undeserving of your attention.”

Holding his hand still, you look him in the eyes. “Give them a chance, my love.”

Hunt smiles slightly and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “For you, I will.”

You bring him in for a hug. “I really appreciate this. It’s just… I want them to meet you because you are an important person in my life.”

Hunt wraps his arms around you tightly. “My love, you don't have to explain. I understand. It's just that I know my past makes me… not the most desirable person.”

“Hunt, we’ve been through this. You were forced to act in ways you didn’t want to. It’s not like you didn’t feel remorse or haven’t rectified those mistakes because you have done all that and more.”

He sighs, continuing to run his hand through your hair. “I know, I know. I just get worried sometimes. I worry that one day you'll look at me and realize that you've made a mistake in loving me.”

“Nope”, you answer instantly.

Hunt smiles, leaning down and tilting your chin up. “No? You say that so confidently.”

You smile at him. Yes. Because I know you and what’s in your heart. You’re the male who loves sunball. The male who knows how to calm cheer me up when I’m overwhelmed. The male who’d die for those he loves.”

This makes the angel laugh softly and press a kiss to your forehead. “You're right. I am all those things. But you're also forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”, you ask.

Hunt leans down until my lips are next to your ear, my voice lowering. “I'm also the male who's in love with the most beautiful, caring, and loving female in all of Midgard. Don’t forget that, my love.”

You smile, bring his face down to yours in a kiss.

The angel returns your kiss with fervor, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you, lips moving against yours with tenderness. This caused you to begin running your fingers through his dark, shoulder-length hair that eventually leads to the two of you having a heated makeout session and eventual passionate night of lovemaking.

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Christmas Day…

You and Hunt walk hand in hand towards the front door of your parent’s house. “Ready, baby?”

Hunt takes a deep breath, then nods. “Ready as I'll ever be, my love.”

Hunt had no idea that when that door opened, he’d have one of the best Christmases ever. For his mate’s family made him feel as if he was a part of a family. A feeling that he had not felt in a long time since his mother passed.

It was also the day he realized he needed to start looking at rings for you.

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Party for Two, Under the Mistletoe

Ruhn Danaan x half-human (type of creature is your choice)female reader

Summary: For as long as you have been Bryce’s friend, you have had a thing for her half-brother Ruhn Danaan. But you chose not to pursue it for Bryce's sake as a friend, and you might simply be seen as his little sister's friend by Ruhn. But that changes when he and the rest of the frat pack arrange a Christmas party and a mistletoe appears.

Ruhn Danaan's gaze lingered on you as you chatted with Bryce, taking in the way the festive lights of the Christmas party played across your features.

As Bryce excused herself to grab a drink, the fae male sauntered over, his violet-blue eyes never leaving yours, his voice low and smooth. "You look lovely tonight."

“Ruhn…I…thank you.” You blush profusely, trying to avoid the gaze of the fae male wearing a nice black suit that compliments his golden skin with his waist length, raven black hair in a braid.”You look handsome tonight also”, you blush moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

Ruhn's lips curled into a charming smile, his eyes dancing with interest. "Just 'handsome'?" he teased, leaning casually against a nearby table. "I'm wounded."

You giggle. “Aww. Why is that? Is the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae offended that I’m not at his beck and call like every other female in crescent city?”

Ruhn chuckled deeply, his eyes taking on a roguish gleam as he responded. "Oh, you know me too well. Everyone else fawns all over me, and here you are, calling me handsome but nothing more."

“I’m sure your ego can take it, my prince”, you playfully mock, giving him a wink as you sway your hips. Making way to find Bryce.

Ruhn watched you walk away, his eyes drinking in the sight of your hips and the way you carried yourself with such grace.

As you reached Bryce, who was chatting with her boyfriend and mate, Hunt, Ruhn couldn't help himself, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he followed.

Noticing the two lovebirds are starting to get a bit more handsy with one another, you politely excuse yourself from them as you move to find a new spot to hangout around for a bit. When you find a spot a few paces away from where Bryce and Hunt were, you are unaware of the mistletoe that stands above you.

Ruhn's eyes continued to follow you as you moved through the crowd, and when you stopped beneath a strategically placed mistletoe, he saw his chance.

With a casual stride, he approached you, his gaze locking onto yours. "It seems like the universe has something in mind for us," he commented, a hint of mischief in his voice as he gestured upward, drawing your attention to the mistletoe above.

When you notice the mistletoe above, your eyes widen. “I uh… I had no idea that was there.” You begin looking down, playing with your fingers. “You can just kiss me on the cheek… or not kiss me at all…. It’s a silly tradition anyways…”

Ruhn watched as you blushed and fidgeted, his heart skipping a beat at your bashfulness. "Oh, a silly tradition, you say?" He took a small step closer, leaning down slightly to catch your gaze. "But isn’t it fun to go along with tradition every now and then?"

He reached out a hand, gently tilting your chin upward, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “The universe clearly wants us to do this.”

“The universe must be out to get me then. Because you and I don’t go together… you’re you and I’m… me..”

"And what's so wrong with that?" Ruhn's voice was a low murmur. He leaned in even closer, the warmth of his presence surrounding you. His gaze bore into yours, intense and mesmerizing.

"I think the universe might be onto something here," he continued, his hand still gently holding your chin. "And I'm not one to ignore these little signals."

“Signals?”, you ask in confusion.

Ruhn's thumb gently traced a line along your jaw, his touch sending electric tingles through your skin as he responded. "Signals," he repeated, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "The way every time we're in the same room, I can't seem to take my eyes off you. The way my heart beats faster when you're near."

He paused, tilting your chin up a little more so that your eyes were level with his. "And the way the universe seems to want us to kiss right now under this damn mistletoe."

“Stop teasing me, Ruhn… I’m not like other females you’ve been with…”

Ruhn gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes softening. "I'm not teasing, and trust me, I know you're not like the other females I've been with. That's part of what makes you so special."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You're not the kind of girl I can toy with and discard. You're the kind I've been quietly and patiently waiting for.”

You mind short circuits. “Can you repeat that?”

Ruhn chuckled softly at your reaction, his eyes filled with affection. "You're not just another conquest, and you're certainly not someone I can use and discard," he repeated, his voice firm and earnest. "You're the kind of woman I've been waiting for, in one way or another, for a long, long time."

“You have”?

Ruhn nodded, a wry smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I have. I've known you for years, haven't I? And trust me, no other person has caught my eye the way you have. It's not just your looks, it's the way you are. Your wit, your compassion, your strength."

His hand slid from your chin to your waist, drawing you closer. "I can't explain it, but you're the one it seems. The one I've been silently pining for."

You begin to caress his cheek. “What about your father? And Bryce? She’s one of my closest friends and I don’t want to hurt her…”

Ruhn leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly at the feel of your fingers on his skin. "My father's opinions can be ignored," he muttered, as if swatting the thought away like an annoying fly.

He opened his eyes and met your gaze, his expression serious. "As for Bryce, she's my sister, my blood. And she trusts me. She'll understand that this is not just some frivolous thing. She knows me, and she'll know that I would treat you with the respect and love that you deserve."

“Would she be mad at me?”

Ruhn gently cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Mad at you? No," he said firmly. "She might be surprised, sure. She might be a little protective, but that's just because she cares for you. But she wouldn't be mad. I wouldn't allow it. She'll see how happy you make me, and that's all that should matter to her."

You nod. “What happens now”?

Ruhn's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer still. His gaze locked onto yours, intense and filled with desire. "Now," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper, "we stop talking and get on with what the universe clearly wants us to do."

With that, he leaned in, his lips hovering millimetres away from yours, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. "Unless you have any further objections, my lady?"

You shake your head, eagerly bringing your lips to his.

Ruhn let out a low, satisfied groan as your lips met his. His arm around your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his hard, muscular body. One hand slid up the length of your spine, tangling in your hair, the other rested possessively on your hip.

As he deepened the kiss, you could feel the coolness of his lower lip ring against your lips s well as his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting and exploring every inch of your mouth. The Christmas party happening around you seemed to fade into the background, the world narrowing down to just the two of you, lost in each other.

Though, you do hear a lot of people cheering you on. In fact, one of the voices you heard was Bryce’s as she mentioned that it was about time that the two of you made a move on each other.

Ruhn chuckled against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak in a whisper that only you could hear. "Looks like we have an audience, love."

He took a small step back so that he could take in your flushed, beautiful face and look out at the rest of the party. Sure enough, everyone was clapping and hollering, especially Bryce and Hunt, who wore matching grins.

“Bryce, you knew about this?”

Bryce, who looked positively gleeful, stepped forward. She placed a hand on your shoulder, wearing a broad grin. "About you and my brother? Of course I did,” she said bluntly. “And honestly, it took you both long enough. I thought I was going to have to lock you two in a closet or something.”

You two laugh for a bit. “Seriously though, are you alright with this? The last thing I want is to make things weird for anyone.”

Bryce's expression softened, and she squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "Weird? Are you kidding? I'm thrilled!" she exclaimed. "You're like a second sister to me, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have in my family than you. And besides...this might put an end to his brooding."

She shot a mock glare at Ruhn, who just smirked in response.

You both giggle at this.

Ruhn chimed in then, his voice teasing and lighthearted. "Oh yes," he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "I'm known for my brooding, my mysterious silences, my intense staring..."

He took a step closer to you, pulling you against him again. "Clearly, this lovely lady will bring some sunshine into my life," he joked, leaning down to plant a light kiss on your forehead.

As the night progressed, Ruhn kept you by his side, his hand never straying far from the small of your back. Every now and then, his fingers would brush against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation through you both.

The party was a reminder of many things - the closeness of their friends, the support they had for one another. But it was that single kiss under the mistletoe that would have a lasting effect. As it was the beginning of something new and profound.

The realization that the two of you were mates.

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A Christmas Wrap

Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: Steven can’t wrap Christmas presents correctly. Good thing he has you to help him.

You walk in to find Steven sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by wrapping paper, tape, and several gift-wrapped boxes of various sizes. He's focused intently on trying to wrap another present, but it's not going well. Every attempt he makes seems to end up in a messy mess of paper and sticky tape. Frustration is starting to build up on his face.

Not wanting to see the love of your life upset, you decide to catch his attention. “Hey, baby? What’s wrong?”

Steven looks up from his wrapping job gone wrong and sighs in frustration.

"Bloody hell, this gift wrapping is just not cooperating with me. I can't seem to get it right, and I'm about to tear my hair out."

“Would you like some help?”

Steven looks up at you, a mix of frustration and gratitude on his face. He nods and lets out a sigh.

"Yes, please. I'm terrible at this. I don't seem to have the knack for making gifts look like they came from a professional wrapping shop."

You smile at him. “It doesn’t need to look professional. It just has to look somewhat decent until they are opened on Christmas Day. Remember, they are to be unwrapped anyway.”

Steven looks at you and smiles a bit sheepishly.

"You're right, I suppose it doesn't really matter how perfect the wrapping is. Everyone's going to rip it open in a few days anyway. I guess I just want them to look nice."

He hands you the present he was trying to wrap, along with the wrapping paper and tape roll.

You kneel down to sit next to him on the floor. “My family is going to love you because I love you. Therefore, they shouldn’t judge you too harshly on this. If not, I’ll personally talk to them about it. Okay?”

Steven chuckles a bit, feeling reassured by your words. He smiles gratefully at you.

"Thanks, love. I guess I'm just a bit nervous about making a good impression on your family. I want them to approve of me, especially since I'm meeting them for the first time. But you're right, they'll love me because you love me, and that's all that should matter."

You smile. “That’s the spirit! Now, let me show you how to wrap presents more easily.”

Steven watches intently as you show him how to wrap the presents with ease, effortlessly laying the paper out and neatly folding and taping the edges. His eyes widen a bit in wonder as you effortlessly wrap the gift he was struggling with just moments ago.

"Blimey, you make it look so easy. I had no idea there were tricks to this. My wrapping skills are abysmal in comparison to yours."

”At one time, I didn’t know how to do this either. Therefore, I always used gift bags.However, it eventually got to a point where I realized I couldn’t use gift bags for everything. Therefore, I learned from watching others, as well as a bit of trial and error of my own. ”

You then take another gift from the side to get Steven to wrap. “Now you try. I’ll guide you using my hands.”

Steven takes the gift from your hands and follows your instructions, wrapping the paper with your hands gently guiding him.

"All right, I'll give it a go."

He carefully unfolds the wrapping paper, lays it down, then folds the edges neatly and tapes them together, all while your hands are guiding him along the way.

Steven can't help but smile at the comparison to the iconic Ghost scene. The sensation of your hands guiding him brings a sense of connection and intimacy as you work together. As he finishes wrapping the present, he looks up at you, pleased with the result.

"I think we make quite the team, don't we? I never thought wrapping gifts could be so... enjoyable."

“I’m happy to help. If you don’t need anymore help, I’ll leave you to it.”

Steven glances back at the pile of presents still waiting to be wrapped, then back to you with a warm smile.

"Actually, I wouldn't mind a bit more of your company. This task feels a lot more enjoyable with you by my side. Besides, there's no telling what kind of wrapping disasters may occur if you leave me alone."

You give him a quizzical look. “What kind of disasters?”

Steven grins sheepishly."Oh, just the classic wrapping chaos. Tape sticking where it shouldn't, paper ripping, bows falling apart... the list goes on. I can be a bit clumsy when left to my own devices, you know."

You shake your head in amusement at your boyfriend’s silliness. “You’re not hopeless, my love. Nevertheless, how could I ever refuse us having time together?”

Steven chuckles warmly, appreciating your understanding and good natured attitude.

"True, I suppose I'm not completely hopeless. But spending time with you is always a pleasure, so I'm glad you'll stay. Now, shall we continue this merry wrapping adventure together?"

You nod eagerly, leaning into kiss Steven. Steven leans into your kiss, enjoying the tender moment. As the two of you continue wrapping presents together, the evening passes by in a blur of paper, laughter, and the occasional wrapping mishaps.

Despite the mishaps, the atmosphere is filled with warmth and companionship. It's a reminder that even mundane tasks can become treasured memories when shared with the right person.

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[vintagegirl01]

Thanks to all those who took the time to vote on my poll. I will have the Steven Grant x reader Christmas story posted sometime today. Nevertheless, I will still write the crescent city men x reader stories based on the order that they were voted for the remainder of the holiday season.

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Don’t forget to vote before the polls close if you haven’t!

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Rocking Around the Christmas Tree 🌲 (pt.2)

Jake Lockley x female reader

Summary: This takes place a year following the events of Rocking Around the Christmas Tree (pt.1).

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You and Jake are married and now have a baby boy, named Jonas, that’s now 3 months old. With it being his first Christmas, you two have been very excited to celebrate this year.

Currently, you’d been holding Jonas as he sleeps in your arms, standing next to Jake as he put the finishing touches on the tree. Despite Jake not being a super Christmasy person, he wanted your son to have a nice holiday.

“It’s not bad, huh..? At least we’re mostly done with the decorating now..” he spoke, straightening up as he looked at the tree with a critical eye.

You smile at him. “It looks great, baby! Though I feel bad I couldn’t be of much help other than telling you where to put some things.”

He chuckled a bit as you mentioned not being able to help much. He had assured you that you should prioritize Jonas, that he had the decorating covered.

“Don’t worry about that, hermosa” he spoke, walking over to you and giving you a soft pat on the shoulder.

“We made it work. Don’t worry about not being able to help much.” He looked down at Jonas again as he gently smiled down at him. “He was a lot more important.”

“You two are both important to me. My two special fellas.”

Jake moved to wrap his arm around you, pulling you and Jonas a bit closer against him. He let out a small huff before speaking again.

“You’re right. And you’re important to us.”

Jake gently moved a hand to rest on Jonas’ head, gently running it through his small tuft of black-brown hair. “He’s already so damn small… I can’t imagine how fast he’s going to grow up.”

He exhaled heavily, sounding slightly exasperated at the mention of your son growing up so quickly. He was already growing so fast… and he’d be walking and talking before they knew it.

“Yeah… I’m trying not to think about that right now. I want to enjoy this for as long as possible while he’s still so small” he mumbled, moving his other hand to gently run it over your hair.

You smile, totally getting his train of thought. “In the meantime, do you have Jonas’ first Christmas ornament?”

“Oh, yes.” he said as he suddenly remembered something and he reached into the small box of ornaments he had taken out earlier.

He pulled out a white ornament that was a small version of a manger, with ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ written in a small gold script in the corner. “This one, right?”

You nod. “This was too cute for us to pass up for him.”

He chuckled, seeing your excited smile at the ornament he was holding in his hand. He had to admit it was definitely a cute ornament, but he also knew it was appropriate for the son you share.

“Yes…” he said, taking the ornament and carefully holding onto it as he stood in front of the tree. “I think this is the perfect spot for it..”

He searched around for a moment before he found a good spot for it, hanging it in a perfect spot not far from the angel on the top of the tree.

”It’s beautiful.”

He hummed in agreement as he stepped back from the tree, giving it one final look to check for flaws. It seemed pretty good to him.

He walked back over to you and your son before wrapping his arms around your waist from the side, pulling you and Jonas closer to him again.

“Everything looks good. The kid’s gonna love it when he’s awake again…” he mumbled against your ear.

“ Too bad he’ll be too young to remember his first Christmas…”

“I know…” he sighed against your ear before nuzzling his face gently against the side of your head.

He was a bit upset that your son was too young to remember this Christmas, but was also glad. In a way, they could still recreate this Christmas if they wanted…

“But we will.” he said firmly. “We’ll remember for him… and we’ll make next Christmas just as great, if not better.”

You smile. “I would make us some hot chocolate right now but my hands are a bit occupied.”

He chuckled a bit, looking down at your son in your arms.

“Yes, they are a bit occupied..” he mumbled, before gently running a hand over his head again, his palm brushing against yours in the process.

“I’d offer to take him from you, so you can make it… but he seems rather comfortable in your arms, honestly..”

“You can take him if you like. You can spend time with him as I give my arms a break.”

He raised an eyebrow slightly as you mentioned him taking Jonas, seeming a little surprised that you were offering.

“Are you sure..?” he asked, taking a quick glance at your son before looking back at you, a mixture of surprise and hesitance in his voice.

“Baby, we’ve been through this. You’re not going to hurt him. You haven’t before and you won’t because it’s not in your nature.”

Jake huffed gently, knowing that you were right. He had never hurt your son before and he didn’t plan to, but he still didn’t want to accidentally do something wrong.

He took a short exhale to get himself mentally prepared before gently reaching forward to carefully take your Jonas from your arms, being extra careful as he made sure to support his head.

“I’ll be right back. Call me if you need anything. Okay, baby?” You kiss his cheek before heading to the kitchen.

He smiled softly as you placed a little kiss on him before going to the kitchen.

He held your son carefully in his arms, making sure to support his head, before he spoke gently to Jonas.

“Don’t worry… mama’s just going to the kitchen. We’re gonna hang out for a bit…” he muttered, looking down at his son’s sleeping face. As much as Jake knew you were right, he was still incredibly careful while holding Jonas.

A few minutes later, when you come back with the mugs of hot chocolate for you two, you find a cute scene between your two favorite boys. Jake talking to Jonas sweetly as he sleeps as if the boy is up and able to understand him.

You could feel your heart melt a bit as you caught sight of the adorable scene. Jonas was sound, sleeping quietly as your husband sat there, talking to him as if he was actually listening and understanding what he was saying.

You’d have to remember this moment for later, so you could tease him. For now, though, you decided to clear your throat gently to get his attention, holding the mugs of hot chocolate in both hands.

“The hot chocolate is ready. You can put Jonas in the bassinet next to the couch.”

Jake paused as you spoke, being pulled from his conversation and looking over at you as you held the mugs. He nodded and gently held your son for a moment longer, before carefully standing up and walking over to the bassinet.

He held your son closely as he placed him down in the bassinet, making sure to tuck him in and carefully lower his head onto the pillow.

“There we go…” he mumbled, giving him one last look over before turning and slowly walking back to you.

“He looked comfortable with you, you say as you pass him his mug of hot chocolate.”

He hummed a little in agreement as he took the mug of hot chocolate from you, a hand moving to rub the back of his own neck.

“Mhm.. seemed comfortable enough. He didn’t wake up, that’s good…” He glanced back at the bassinet again, making sure your son was still sleeping peacefully.

“He’ll probably sleep for a few more hours… we’re free until then.” he mumbled, before looking back at you again.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, a small knowing smirk growing across his face as he knew *exactly* what you were thinking.

“And what exactly are you thinking..?” he said, taking a small sip from the hot chocolate.

You give him a smirk.

A few minutes later, you two are on the couch together. Cuddling and watching some Christmas movies as your baby boy sleeps in his bassinet next to you two.

There was a sense of calm and contentment in the air, with the two of you cuddled together on the couch while Jonas slept soundly in his bassinet next to you, his breaths slow and soft.

On the TV, a Christmas movie played, the volume low so it wouldn’t wake the Jonas. Jake had wrapped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you pulled close against him as you leaned against his chest.

The first of many wonderful Christmases. Jake thought to himself.

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Rocking Around the Christmas Tree 🌲 (pt.1)

Jake Lockley x female reader

Summary: When decorating the Christmas tree, things take an interesting turn.

Jake hated how cold it got when it neared Christmas. Frankly, it was a wonder how you seemed to enjoy it so much. The snow was his least favorite about the holiday, seeing how easily it stuck to his clothes and suit.

He crossed his arms, sitting by the fireplace. He was huddled in blankets, looking like a ball on the couch. Jake was a little annoyed to be honest.

The little gleams of red and green did have him a little curious. But he didn’t move from his spot.

Meanwhile, you were decorating the tree.

“Come on, baby! We are supposed to do this together”, you giggled softly.

Jake groaned in response, rolling his eyes. Not that you could see it through the several layers of blankets.

“You’re too excited. It’s just a bunch of Christmas bullshit, and the snow is only going to get worse.”

He complained as he was buried in the pile of blankets.

“But it’s our first Christmas in our house together.” You begin to get insecure. “Am I making a big deal over nothing?”

Jake took note of how your voice softened, and he let out another heavy groan. Seeing you look insecure because of him made him feel horrible.

“Hey, hey, no. Come here.” He opened the blankets he wrapped himself in like a burrito, gesturing for you to come closer.

You stay standing near the tree, thinking he’s just trying to be nice.

Jake caught onto your hesitation and rolled his eyes lightly.

"¡Ven aquí, mami!” He patted the spot next to him. He was using the nickname that he knew you loved.

You blush and giggle before he brings you into his lap, covering the two of you with his blanket.

Jake wrapped both of his arms around you, holding a tight hold. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be an ass. I just get grumpy in winter.”

Jake mumbled into your ear before he planted a few kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry for making a big deal. It’s just… since we moved in together, I’ve been excited to start traditions together.”

Hearing you apologize even when you didn’t need to just made him feel even more guilty. He let out another sigh, resting his head on yours.

“No, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have been so short with you. You haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just grumpy about the cold.”

Jake let one of his hands snake under your shirt, his hand resting on your stomach to give it a gentle rub.

“Aye! Your hands are cold. Maybe you do need to stay in the blankets for a bit to warm up. Or get mittens…”

He chuckled lightly as you pointed out how cold his hands were. He nuzzled his face into your neck, letting his hot breath make contact with your skin.

“I just need you to warm me up,” He mumbled before giving your neck another kiss, this one a little more rougher before his fangs grazed over the sensitive skin.

You giggle. “Hard to believe a guy like you lives for the cuddles of his girlfriend.”

Jake pulled you closer into his chest. He could easily wrap his arms all the way around you. He’d always be fascinated by how much smaller you were in comparison. You fit perfectly in his arms.

“Hey, can you blame me? You give the best cuddles.”He joked as he squeezed you. “Plus, you let me hold you like this. It’s really comfortable.”

“I love our cuddles too. I’m just saying that when we first got together, I never pictured you’d be into me the way I’m into you.”

Jake let his hand gently rub your stomach, his fingers tracing small patterns onto your skin.

“I could say the same as you, you know. Never thought a chica as incredible as you would want a grumpy bastard like me.”

Jake gave your neck another kiss as he continued to mumble into it. “Yet here we are.”

“You’re not a batard. Though you are a bit of a grump from time to time.”

Jake chuckled a little, his teeth grazing over your neck again. He was having a hard time keeping them under control.

“Yeah, and I’ll keep telling you that you’re too good for me.” He mumbled, his breathing growing a little more ragged from being all over you. He was almost tempted to get a little more handsy on you.

“I think you are an amazing boyfriend.”

Jake chuckled again as he kept his face nuzzled into your neck. His other hand, not on your stomach, was rubbing up and down your arm.

“Mm-hm. You better believe it.”

Jake gave you another kiss on the neck before his fangs gently sunk slightly into your skin as he began sucking on it.

You giggle, your fingers beginning to run through his dark hair.

Jake let out a stifled groan as your fingers ran through his hair. He couldn’t help but shiver, leaning into your touch. He nipped at your skin once again before parting his lips from your neck to glance over at you.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he huffed, referring to the way you were playing with his hair. “You know that turns me on, mami.”

“I can’t help it when you do the same to me.”

“Oh? So you like it when I do it?” He asked, feigning innocence, before running his tongue over the marks he left on your neck to soothe the skin.

“Do you like it that much, mami?” He asked again as he gave your stomach a gentle squeeze before pulling you flush against his chest. “You’re always making noise for me when I do it.”

“I imagine what it would be like if you marked me as yours in all the ways that matter.”

A low, stifled growl escaped him as you mentioned the prospect of you being his in every way possible. He pulled you closer to him, and he started planting kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

“You’re already mine, mami. Every last bit of you belongs to me. I just want the world to know that you’re mine~”

Jake started nipping at your skin a little again, wanting to leave some more marks on you.

“Not yet. You haven’t filled me with your child yet…”

You had no idea how badly that statement affected him. He let out another low, deep growl before starting to kiss over your neck a little more harshly, occasionally running his tongue over the skin as well.

“You keep saying stuff like that, I’ll give you a child. Is that what you want, mami? Want me to fill you with a baby?” he teased as his hand started rubbing over your stomach again.

“Can’t you imagine it? A little one conceived from a night of love and passion we share…”

Jake let out another low growl at the thought, and he could feel himself get excited as he thought about the prospect. He had to fight to get that under control for now.

“…I’d love it if you had my baby, mami. We’d have such a beautiful child together, dios mio…” he murmured lowly into your ear, biting down on it.

You smirk. “Help me decorate the tree and I’ll let you breed me…”

His hand on your stomach froze as you made that proposal. He was suddenly very eager to get to work on decorating, and he began to unwrap the pile of blankets he was cuddling you under.

“Mm.. yes, ma’am. I’ll get started right away.”

Jake tried to keep his voice even, but you could definitely hear the excitement in his tone.

“If we’re going to have a little one by next Christmas, we need to develop traditions for him or her to take part in with us. Like decorating the tree, Santa, and so on….”

Jake began to get up as you mentioned having a child by this time next year. A child that was the product of the two of you. He couldn’t help the small *grin* that had spread across his lips.

“Yes, I think our child will enjoy that… They’ll get to experience their first Christmas with the two of us here, and-“

Jake paused for a moment as he looked over at you.

“How many kids do you want?”

“As many as you want and that we are able to be blessed with. “

He chuckled. “Such a good girl.”

His hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before he finished getting up. He began to grab some of the ornaments.

“Let’s get started on the tree, huh? The sooner it’s done, the sooner I get my reward.”

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Hours of having fun decorating the tree and making love, you and Jake are naked in bed together—drinking hot chocolate.

The two of you were snuggled under the blankets again, sipping hot chocolate from mugs while you were sitting on his lap. You could still feel *certain* soreness all over your body from the “fun” you had to earn this reward.

Jake had an arm wrapped around you and he was leaning back on some pillows by the headboard. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up.

“…You’ve been quiet too long, mami . What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking how much I love and can’t wait to share our lives together.”

His arm gave you a gentle squeeze, pulling you against his chest again. He gently nuzzled his face into your head, placing a kiss against your hair.

“Me too, preciosa, me too. I can’t wait to experience everything with you.”

Jake took a sip from his own hot chocolate, thinking for a moment as he placed the mug down.

“Actually… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

He pulled you a little a closer before he began to gently rub your arm, his hand running up and down it absentmindedly.

“I’ve been… thinking about the idea of asking you a question.” He mumbled, glancing at you for a moment before he looked down at you in his lap. “I’m not sure if I should ask it, though. I’m not entirely sure what your reaction would be.”

“Ask me… you know we can talk to each other about anything…”

Jake was quiet for a moment as he thought of the appropriate way to ask. How would you react?

“Right.. Yes, you’re right.” He exhaled heavily, looking down at you and meeting your eyes.

“I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about… a certain kind of commitment with you.”

“Oh yeah? We are already happily living together.”

“Right, yes, I know.” He paused for a moment, fiddling with his fingers a little as he began to grow somewhat nervous.

“But, uh… I’ve been thinking about… how permanent our commitment should be…”

“I hope it will be.”

He chuckled, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as he grew a little more comfortable again. He knew you loved him, but he was still nervous about your reaction.

“Yes… I’d want it to be permanent as well. That… is actually part of what I’ve been thinking about. Commitment that’s more.. concrete than just living together.”

You wait for him to continue.

He took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as he braced himself to ask the question he’s been thinking about for some time now.

“I’ve been… wondering… how you’d feel …if I asked you to, uh… to marry me?”

His heart was starting to race. It was very out of character for him to feel so nervous at the thought of something like this.

You’re at loss for words. “I… I… what?”

Jake chuckled again, still trying to stay calm as he noticed your reaction. He wasn’t sure if your reaction was one of surprise or not.

He was quick to try and elaborate on the question, feeling a little sheepish.

“Yes, uh… y-you heard me. I’ve been thinking about- I’ve been thinking about asking you to be my wife.”

You put your mug of hot chocolate on the side table before taking his face into your own. “Jake, you mean that?”

He couldn’t help the shaky grin that spread across his lips as you placed your hands on his face. It was such a sweet gesture, and he leaned into your touch, bringing his own hands up to rest on your forearms.

“Oh, yes… of course I mean it. I wouldn’t joke about something like this” he spoke, his voice a little shaky from nerves. “Is… is that something you think you could want?”

“Yes… I’d love to be your wife, Jake. Though, are you prepared to be with me for life?”

He let out a short laugh as you mentioned him being with you for life. It was such a silly question for you to ask.

“Of course I am… I’m pretty damn certain I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He spoke, moving to wrap his arms around your waist again and pulling you even closer to him.

“Good to know my future baby daddy well be my hubby. Hopefully we’ll be married and with a baby by next Christmas.”

He grinned as you mentioned that. He brought one of his hands to rest on your stomach again and began lightly rubbing it.

“That’s the plan.” he mumbled against your neck, before placing a kiss there. “Having you as my wife, and our child to spend Christmas with. I can’t wait, mami...”

You nuzzle into him, excited for the future ahead of you two.

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‘Tis the Season 🎄❄️⛄️

Marc Spector x Female reader

Summary: Eager to celebrate the holiday season with your new husband, you suggest to Marc that the two of you celebrate Hanukkah as well as Christmas as you two have done so in the past three years that you two dated. How will Marc respond?

You and Marc have been married for about 6 months.

Though you have celebrated Christmas together in the years you were previously dating, you’re trying to convince him to celebrate Hanukkah. You want him to know that you care to celebrate his childhood traditions.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, his back rested against the couch. It was Christmas Eve night, Marc lay in one of his many hoodies and a pair of blue plaid sweatpants. Although he had an indifferent expression, his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement as he glanced at you.

"Hanukkah, huh?" Marc asked. He had a hint of sarcasm in his voice, his voice was deep & rough. He lifted an eyebrow at you. "You're insisting I celebrate it?"

“If you want, honey. I just want you to know that I’m into learning and celebrating your traditions if that’s what you want.”

Marc's indifferent expression softened a bit. He could sense your genuine interest and he felt a wave of appreciation and love for you.

He reached out and pulled you closer to him, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist. He pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your thighs.

"You're always so damn thoughtful." He said in a quiet, teasing voice. "I appreciate your eagerness to connect with my roots."

“You always do things for me… I just want you to know that I’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.”

Marc leaned his head against your shoulder, his black curls brushing against your skin. His grip tightened around your body as he held you closer to him. He inhaled your scent, letting it fill his senses.

He whispered into your ear. His warm breath caused a shiver to run through your spine. “You always know how to melt my cold, black heart, don't you?"

“Cold, black heart? Where?”

Marc chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly against your body. A smirk appeared on his face as he gently nipped your ear.

"Alright, fine." *He said in a teasing tone, his words laced with mock seriousness.* "My heart's not entirely black and cold. There's at least... hmm... 10% of it that's reserved for you."

“Only 10%?”, you ask playfully.

Marc pretended to think for a moment, a sly smile spreading across his face. He feigned deep contemplation to tease you.

"Hmmm, alright, you drive a hard bargain. Let's up the percentage a bit."

He tilted his head, his eyes locked on you. “How does 99.5% sound? Is that more tempting? Or do I still need to go higher?"

Marc chuckled at your reaction. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble lightly scratching against your skin. He left a trail of soft kisses as he spoke.

"I'm just messing with you." *He breathed against your neck, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You know damn well you have every piece of my heart."

“I know”, you smile bashfully.

Marc's lips curled into a tender smile against your skin. He tightened his arm around your waist, his other hand moving to gently caress your cheek. He tilted your head to look at him, his brown eyes filled with a mix of love and affection.

"Sometimes I swear, I don't know how I got so damn lucky to have you as my girl. Especially when I'm such a cold, grumpy bastard all the time."

“You’re not a bastard. You’re my grizzly bear.”

Marc couldn't help but let out a deep, hearty laugh at your comment. He loved it when you playfully referred to him as your 'grizzly bear'. It made his heart skip a beat every time.

"Oh, is that what I am, huh? Your personal grizzly bear?"

He teased, his voice filled with mock seriousness.“I hope you don't expect me to hibernate for the winter then."

“Nope. For I would be sad if you were gone more than usual.”

Marc pulled you even closer to him, cradling you in his arms. His facial expression softened as he heard your words. He knew how much it sucked when he had to disappear for his missions.

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his voice low and warm.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone for too long. I'll make sure you get your daily dose of me, no hibernating allowed."

“Perfect. Now… how do we celebrate?

Marc thought for a moment, a sly smile forming on his face. He gently nipped at your earlobe before speaking, his lips nearly touching your skin as he whispered into your ear.

"Well, there's a few ideas I can think of." He teased, his voice low and suggestive. His hands gently roamed over your body, touching you in places he knew would drive you crazy. “But most of them might be a bit too... naughty for the holiday spirit."

Marc chuckled, a hint of disappointment mixed with amusement in his voice. He knew you were right. As much as he wanted to get a little naughty, it was Christmas Eve.

He nodded in agreement, his hands still roaming over your body, gently caressing your curves.

"Alright, we'll keep it PG-13 for now. No R-rated festivities." He paused, his eyes darkened slightly as he continued in a sultry tone. "But don't think I won't be having my way with you later."

You blow a kiss to him. “Promise?”

Marc chuckled, a devilish grin spreading across his face at your question. He loved how you always responded to his more 'spicy' words. He loved your excitement.

He gently nipped your earlobe before whispering in a low, seductive tone, his breath hot against your skin.

"Promise, sweetheart. You're mine, and I plan to make you mine again... and again, and again all night long."

This would be the first of many Christmases and Hanukkahs that the two of you two celebrate together, as a couple and as your family expanded. As celebrating with you and your children over time helped Marc heal the inner child within him.

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Fortelling Events

Steven Grant x divination witch female reader (Implied moon boys x fem! reader)

A/N: Please do NOT read if you have not watched episode 7 of Agatha All Along. Major Spoilers AHEAD. Happy Early Halloween 🎃! Hope you all enjoy this fic.

Summary: When you learn about the death of your divination mentor, Lilia Calderu, you are at loss. Nevertheless, your sweet boyfriend is there to comfort you through it.

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For the last few days, you have had a bad feeling that something was going to happen. As a divination witch, you’ve always had that gift to be able to see beyond but have only used if and when absolutely necessary. Though another part of it had to do with the fact that having the abilities that you had made you different from everyone else.

All that changed when you sought out the help of Lilia Calderu a few years back. Despite being reluctant at first, she took you under her wing and helped you learn more about divination. Because of her, you found friendship. In fact, she was the one that told you about the love that you’d eventually find with the boys. Though at the time you didn’t believe her when she mentioned the loves of your live. Loves being more than one. In fact, you were for sure you misheard her until she begin mentioning more details here and there as you continued training with her. It would only be a few more months when she made her last prediction about your love life that you met the boys.

However, it was Steven you met first when you were at a bookstore looking for a particular book about unusual herbal teas. After that, it was only a matter of time that you met Marc and Jake did you realize that you realized that Lilia’s words were true.

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You see Lilia Calderu in a Glinda the good witch costume with what you assume to be other witches, 2 women and a teen boy, surrounding her in costumes from various media .

The next thing you see is a Lilia talking to these individuals separately before telling the woman named Jennifer that she loved being a witch and shutting the doors.

Not completely understanding the situation, you know enough to know that the phrase seemed like a goodbye.

You then see seven dark figures begin to enter the room waiting to attack Lilia. As they began to move, Lilia grabbed the reversed Tower tarot card from the trial and flipped it right side up, causing the trial room to invert. Lilia and the Salem Seven plummeted into the swords on the ceiling.

After seeing those seven dark figures fall, you see Lilia seems content before letting go of the table and falling.

Not wanting to believe this is the end, you try to call out to her in hopes that she can hear you or maybe prove to yourself that this is only a figment of your imagination and that the older women is actually okay. You then hear her own voice tell you that everything will be okay. That this is how things are supposed to be, before mentioning how you will do great things.

“Lilia! Lilia! NO!!!!”

You then are awoken to Steven’s worried face. Feeling your face, you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as well as the perspiration on your face.

“Love, are you alright? You were practically screaming bloody murder?”

“I…I…I’m fine.”

You then get up from the bed and head to the bathroom before sinking to the floor and crying for the mentor and friend that you lost. The one who you felt understood you for being what you are.

A witch with no coven.

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These past few days, Steven had noticed that you hadn’t really been yourself. Though you tried to convince him otherwise, he and you had been dating long enough to know that this wasn’t your normal behavior. Nevertheless, he gave you space and kept reminding you to that he was there for you whenever you needed him.

Yet, hearing you scream in your sleep just a few moments ago told him that this problem wasn’t something minor.

After talking it out with his head mates, Marc and Jake, Steven decides to go talk to you. Knocking on the bathroom door, he begins to speak from his heart.

“Love? I don’t know what’s going on right now but whatever it is, I want to be there. Right next to you.”

Expecting for you to put up more of a fight, Steven is shocked to see you open the bathroom door. A second later, you are hugging him, breaking down as you tell him about the loss of your mentor, friend, and sister of the craft.

“…I could have done something to help her. Let her know of the visions I was having. Perhaps it would have been enough to save her.” You begin to sigh, as you wipe your tears. “For the longest time, I never thought I’d find someone that understood what I went through regarding my powers. At a young age, people thought me strange for knowing things. Now that she’s gone, I’m a witch with no coven.”

Steven shakes his head. “That’s not true, love. Though I may not be a witch or warlock, you and I are a team.” He smiles before bringing you into a side hug. “Marc and Jake said the same too. So now you officially have a coven, my love.”

You look up at him smiling. “Thank you, Steven. All three of you.”

“No problem, love”, Steven responds back. “Now, just know that I will be here to help you deal with this loss. As I said before, I’m a part of your coven. We all are.”

You lean into kiss Steven. For you are truly grateful for having him in your life as Lilia had once foretold.

As you pull back, you nuzzle into your boyfriend’s side as you think about the eccentric yet kind older woman who helped you all those years ago lead the life you currently live as a confident and capable witch.

It’s another few minutes before you and Steven get up from the bathroom floor and heading to your shared bedroom for the night.

Though it will take time to come to terms with her death, you are so glad to have a coven and family within the loves of your love.

[vintagegirl01]

Sleepless Nights

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: As you and Leto are about to engage in a romantic moment together, you both are interrupted by a little lady that has you both wrapped around her finger. Your own daughter.

A/N: This takes place a few years following the events from Lizards and Pumpkins. Although, this can be read as a stand alone story. Hope you all enjoy.

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You and Leto were in the middle of a heated kissing session.

The two of you have been busy with various responsibilities as duke and duchess on top of being parents that there has been little time for you to be intimate with each other. Also, it doesn’t help the matter that you are pregnant. Therefore, more horny than usual.

When he is about to untie the front laces of your nightgown, you both hear a light knock on the door.

Leto pulls away from you grunting. “Let’s pretend we are sleeping.”

You giggle. “What if it’s important? Come on we’ll just have to wait until another time.” You peck his lips one more time to convince him.

Knowing that your word is final, Leto takes his hands off of you and begins to button up his own shirt to look presentable for whomever was interrupting them.

“Yes?”, Leto replied.

The door opens though you see no one until the both of you look down to see Aurora, yours and Leto’s three year old daughter in her green footie pajamas and stuffed bunny in her grasp as she climbs her way onto their bed.

Once Aurora finally gets onto the bed, she makes way to sit between the two of you.

Leto looks at the little girl. “What’s wrong, Aurora? Did you have a nightmare?”

The little girl nods before nuzzling into your pregnant belly. Just like her father, Aurora likes to touch your belly as if to comfort the baby that is within you. Both father and daughter have said that they think this little one inside of her will be a another little girl.

You remember the first time you found out you were expecting. Though Leto had told you that he’d be happy with whatever gender the baby turned out to be, just as long as they were happy and healthy, a part of you still thought that he’d secretly want to have a son.

However, the moment you saw the way he looked at your daughter as the medics handed her to him told you everything he told you was true. And since then, it’s been wonderful to see him interact with your daughter. Your husband was simply meant to be a father to daughters.

You wrap an arm around your little girl. “Perhaps she can sleep with us tonight, my love.”

Leto agrees instantly and pulls the sheets over the three of them. Noticing that Aurora has yet to speak about the nightmare she had, Leto decides to tell his daughter a story to help ease her mind and get her to sleep. The story of how you two fell in met and fell in love.

In no time, the little girl is asleep with her bunny tight in her grasp. You and Leto are left to bask in each other’s love as neither can believe that they have had these last few years of love and happiness together. Hoping that there will be more to come as your family continues to grow.

[vintagegirl01]

The Greatest Treasure

Merman Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: On a trip, you come across an amazing treasure that’s worth everything.

A/N: This is my first Steven Grant fanfic. Though this isn’t related to spooky season, I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.

Though you know you should enjoy the monotony of knowing how and when things are going to happen in life, you can’t help but still yearn for more adventure and excitement. Hence why you decided to do something out of the ordinary and join your friends on a trip to the river to celebrate the end of the summer season despite your reluctance to tag along due to all of them having boyfriends to spend the time with.

Nevertheless, they all insisted that she come along with them to enjoy a little break from the usual routine of work and college. A week's vacation promised to be filled with fun.

Currently, you sit in a lawn chair reading a book under the huge blue canopy that her friends' boyfriends have set up for them. Your attire consists of an olive green two piece bathing suit with an unbuttoned white cover over you with your hair in a ponytail. While this is an outfit you normally wouldn’t wear out in public due to your body insecurities, you wanted to wear something that made you feel comfortable and confident in your own skin.

As you hear your friends giggling and playing in the water with their boyfriends, you can’t help but smile. Seeing your friends in happy relationships made you happy. Perhaps you will be lucky enough to have a man that loves you the way their boyfriends do.

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After a while of reading, you close your book and decides to head into the water to cool yourself off from the heat. Taking off your white cover, you are left in your bathing suit as you begin to walk towards the water. You continue to walk toward the water until it hits your midsection. You notice your friends and their boyfriends on floaties in the deeper end of the water as they can all see and ensure the other’s safety.

“You aren’t joining them in the deep end?”, a gentle but manly voice behind you asks.

You turn around and are met with a muscular chest in her face. You look up and are met with a beautiful looking man. He has curly dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and has olive skin. The attire he wears is that of sky blue swimming trunks, leaving those who were around him to have a good view of his abs.

Noticing how long you have been staring up at the man, you make an attempt to answer him.

“I…I…I can’t swim,” you stutter. “Plus, I don’t want to be the one to be a third wheel… even though that’s kind of what I'm doing right now.”

The chocolate-eyed man smirks at her. “Want some company?”

You are a bit cautious about letting a strange man near. Though you found him handsome, that didn’t mean that his intentions with you were good ones. But that didn’t mean that they could be bad either. Perhaps he really did want to go out of his way to keep you company. For what reason, you had no clue.

Taking in your silence, the mysterious man speaks up. “You don’t have to accept. Just tell me you’re not comfortable with me and I’ll leave you alone. You have my word on that.”

You shake your head. “I could use the company if your offer still stands. My name is (y/n).”

“(Y/n)”, the handsome man tests out her name on his tongue. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Steven.” The handsome man then puts his hand out for her to shake.

“Steven.” You smile. “I like your name. Are you here on vacation too”?

Steven smiles. “You could say that. Would you like to sit on that rock over there and talk?”

You nod eagerly as you and Steven make way to the rock and sit atop of it. For the next few hours, the two of you get to know each other until your friends tell you it’s time for dinner. Before you can invite Steven to dinner, you turn around to find the rock he was sitting on completely empty. Looking around, you find no sign of the brown-eyed man and almost believe your mind had made him up until your friends ask about him.

“He’s just a nice guy that I met today”, you blushed profusely.

Your friends playfully roll their eyes as they ask more about Steven. Once they are content with your answers, they go back to talking about their day as you think about Steven.

Despite his reserved nature, Steven was kind and a good listener. Also very into history as he told you about the history and legends regarding the river. All so interesting and entertaining that you hoped that today would not be the last time that you’d see him.

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In the coming days, you and Steven spend time with one another as if you two had known each other all your lives. In fact, he even taught you how to swim.

You can’t explain it but you have never felt comfortable being yourself the way you had been with Steven. Too bad this relationship of yours will have to end in two days.

A bit earlier than their usual time, Steven had asked you to come at the crack of dawn as he had something important to tell you. Even if you somehow got his number, the odds of you two keeping in touch seem slim. Still, you decided to keep your chin up and make the most of your time together as you make way to meet Steven at your usual spot.

Getting closer to the rock, you see Steven and call out his name. When he turns to face you, you are shocked by what you see. Instead of seeing two legs on Steven like you had for the last few days, you now see that in place of his two legs is one long emerald green tail.

“Steven… you’re a..a mermaid?” you ask.

“A merman actually,” Steven jokes as he scratches the back of his head.

You sit next to him but can’t contain yout shock. “How long have you been a merman?”

“All my life,” Steven responds.

You touch Steven’s cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I know it’s too soon… but I thought that our time together proved how much I care about you.”

For the first time since you two have met Steven, he looks flabbergasted by what she has said. Almost as if what she just said truly hurt him. “Oh (y/n), I wanted to tell you since we first met but I had to be extra sure.”

You look at the merman with concern.“Sure about what, Steven?”

“That we are mates,” Steven says matter of factly.

Your eyes go wide eyed.“Mates?”

Steven nods. “Mates,” he emphasizes. “Since the moment I looked upon you, something inside of me was wanting for me to approach you. And when you went out of your way to talk to me, I was a goner. ”

As you take all of this in at once, Steven takes this as a sign of rejection. “If you don’t want me… I completely understand. I…”

Before Steven can further explain, you lean in close to the merman to give his left cheek a kiss.

“I’d love to be your mate, Steven. Even though we’ve only known each other for a few days, I feel this connection with you that I’ve never felt with anyone else. Although, a part of me thought I was just imagining the chemistry between us… I’m glad to see that it wasn’t imaginary.”

At these words, Steven takes her hand into his own. “I’m not sure how we are going to go about this but I just know what we’re meant to be.”

This would be the first of many summers where you and Steven would meet with one another. For you and Steven were mates. Therefore, nothing could separate you both from each other.

[vintagegirl01]

in your eyes

marc spector x reader

summary: marc sees the world in your eyes. too bad he doesn’t realize that you see the exact same thing in his.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* listen as much as I love writing some toe-curling, nail-biting marc smut, it was time that I write a next-level fluff/angst fic for him (because he deserves all the love in the world). I have a ton of asks that I promise I am getting to, along with my mr. knight smut, it’s just taking me a lil’ bit. also, I have no idea why this took me so fucking long to write?? so, here it finally is, enjoy x

warnings: YEARNING to the max; this shit is angsty; pining (marc thinks it’s one-sided, but it’s not) readers still oblivious??; mentions of abuse; swearing; self-deprecation; fucking pain; but lots of fucking fluff; they’re so in love; steven grant: wingman of the year

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11:07 pm.

Being in your presence is…painful.

And Marc knows pain. He’s experienced it in all forms; has seen it manifested into everything he’s known, and everyone he’s loved.

He’s felt the ache of being on the brink of death and the guilt of still being alive. He’s felt the loss of his brother and the torment of his mother's wrath. He’s felt the sting of his actions as a mercenary, and the numbing of his mind through Khonshu’s control.

But this is new.

Because your presence is painful. Yes. But his love for you is debilitating.

It’s a sort of wound that comes from no physical injury. It’s not jagged and bloody, nor is it scarred or scabbed over. It’s not a grotesque bullet wound or a deep gash in his side. Simply, it’s a brand on his heart. One that cauterized itself on a random Tuesday morning when his eyes found yours.

And realistically, he should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve been able to sense it sneaking up on him ever-so-gently over the horizon. The rise of realization. The breaking point.

Realistically, Marc knows it was bound to happen. One way or another.

He was just never good with that sort of thing.

In his defence though, the whole moment happened in an instant. It was so quick, that he had already been swept off his feet before his mind could cement itself back to his body.

And maybe if it was better timing, maybe he could’ve prepared. Maybe he’d get the chance to be ready at the bridge with Khonshu’s armour. Have the time to shield himself before the proverbial sand storm ripped through everything.

But timing wasn’t Marc’s strong suit.

He never understood why it happened then. Why, out of all the time in the world, the universe had selected that exact—incredibly average—moment. But it had.

The two of you sat on the floor of his hotel room, splitting cheap room service breakfast and enjoying each other’s company as dawn broke behind the pyramids. The interaction was a comfort to him. Enough where he could let his guard down for once as you both sipped at your coffees and snacked on fresh fruit. It was something you had done a million times before, and would probably do a million times again.

But then you smiled at him.

This time, it wasn’t your usual smile; it wasn’t the typical snarky tick of your lips. It was lazy. Mellow. A gentle smile that slowly crept up to the ridge of your nose and the curve of your eyes. And when his gaze caught yours—when you gave him the softest, most intimate look he’s ever seen in his life—it all fell apart.

You hadn’t done much. And in hindsight, you never needed to.

Because, looking back on it, he was gone for you long before that morning. But it was at that moment he had decided you had the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. It was also then that he realized how very badly he wanted to taste the coffee on your tongue.

And he almost did it. He almost swooped in and kissed you with just as much tenderness as your eyes offered him. But it didn’t take more than ten seconds for Marc to realize that no matter how badly he wanted you, he couldn’t have you.

He would never let himself.

Marc was broken. Irreparable. An empty carcass of a man that wasn’t anything more than an abundance of self-hatred and trauma. He was a pathetic comparison to you. If he was the moon, then you were the sun. You were so far away, and so beautiful and bright. And he just lived in your shadow. Watching from the dark; pining over something—someone—he could never reach. Someone that was never meant to be his.

And it was truly idiotic of him to think he even had a small chance. Even if it was for a few seconds…

Because he wasn’t worth having.

He can love you, and he already does with every fibre of his being, but that’s not enough to make you stay. Because you have to love him back. All of him. Every sharp edge and splintered crack. Every piece of him you could cut yourself on, you would have to love completely. Wholly. Without any doubts or fears. You would have to love him the way he loves you.

And Marc knows that’s just too much to ask.

So he moved on that morning, and every day after, acting as though he hadn’t had the biggest revelation of his life. As though the way he felt didn’t matter in the slightest, and that his heart didn’t betray him every single fucking chance it got.

But you had made it so incredibly difficult these past few days.

Pretending was his biggest strength. He could fib until he was blue in the face; could bluff until he believed any lie to be true. But every time your eyes searched for his, every time they softened in his direction, and every time you gave him that smooth smile, his resolve would crumble.

Like clockwork, you took a hammer to the cavity of his heart and smashed down the walls. You’d break everything with ease until it all fell in a giant pile by your feet. And when he built them back up; gluing and haphazardly tacking them back together, you would simply tear them down again.

In those moments of defeat; in the times when he was far too tired to rebuild the fortress, he’d be stuck wondering.

Thinking.

Entertaining the smallest possibility that there’s something else hiding behind your eyes. That past the galaxies—all the nebulae and stars—he’d find a home, made just for him. A place that assured him that he was welcome. That he was wanted. That you loved him.

And it was when he wondered when he had the time to mull over every late-night fantasy, that he just ended up hurting more.

But he assumes there’s a point where he has no one else to blame. Because he’s the one who keeps doing this to himself. He’s the one on his knees, praying to whatever’s out there to just take him out of his misery already. To show him some kind of mercy. Not that he deserves it. He knows he doesn’t. But you do. You deserve mercy.

You don’t deserve the burden of being what he lives for; of being his salvation. You’re more than just a lifeline.

Unfortunately, his soul had already decided that he needed you.

Holding himself back was a daily battle. One that left his heart contracting and his mind torn to shreds. It was a battle that gave him scars. Each night, he’d find a new scar in the constellation on his body. And every morning, it was accompanied by yet another one. Darker in colour. Bruised beyond anything.

A never-ending cycle.

He hated himself for falling. Hated how easy it was; how little effort it took to gravitate towards you. He was like a pebble in a flowing river, constantly moving and being thrown around as he aimlessly barreled toward the lake. Marc lacked any sort of self-control when it came to you.

And he hated it.

But not you. Even after all those times he convinced himself he should—for both of your sakes—he could never hate you.

Never.

11:20 pm.

You could never hate him.

But he could certainly hate you.

At least, that’s how it seemed. But there really was no other way to perceive it, was there? Marc had been ignoring you. And he had no problem in hiding that fact.

You weren’t sure if it was something you said. Whether you offended him or he just realized he was better off on his own. Regardless, he was ignoring you. Every joke, every small bit of conversation you tried to ignite would be shut down with uncharacteristic “hm’s” and a quick turn of the eyes.

It was almost like you disgusted him in a way. And that thought absolutely ruined you.

You felt stupid. Silly. Completely unlike yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You were heartbroken. And, really, there’s never been a light way to explain that kind of pain. It just was. You had already cried yourself to sleep over this. Had already imagined every possible reason why this was happening; why he was suddenly acting like this. But every time you got settled into bed, you couldn’t focus at all. Because of course, the guy you had to fall in love with had to be a massive jerk. Of course, the universe and all the gods had to do that to you.

It was just your luck.

But you should’ve seen it coming. It’s your fault for falling so easily. For thinking—wishing—that something good was finally coming to you. It was too good to be true and you just never picked up on that. It was your fault for interpreting the way Marc acted with you as something else. You two were friends, yes. But nothing more. Never were, and never will be.

But you’ve always been naive. Too naive.

Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter that you loved his eyes. It didn’t matter that you had seen yourself in universes and worlds with him. You had convinced yourself the two of you walked on the tightrope of friendship and more. So set on believing that you actually would fall together; into each other, like all those happy couples you see walking the street.

But you were wrong. About all of it. Because it doesn’t matter that you feel that way. He doesn’t.

He doesn’t see your eyes the way you see his. He doesn’t love you the way you love him.

And you just have to accept that.

Though it would definitely be easier to accept that in your sleep. If you even could fall asleep.

It was one of those nights where you were just far too uncomfortable to get situated in your bed. The pillows weren’t cool against your cheek and the sheets were scratchy against your legs. There was no breeze sweeping through the open window, and the air had gotten increasingly more muggy over the past hour.

Sweat stuck to your forehead as you tossed and turned; desperate for your limbs to relax and your breathing to slow.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t possibly try to focus on anything other than the heart you ripped out of your chest and left on your bedside table. It would’ve been an ugly sight if your imagination was real. If that were the case, it would sit in a puddle of blood and mourning. Exposed and in misery as it convulsed in time with your anger.

You felt like a petulant child. A kid that didn’t get to have what they wanted, and so, they resort to throwing a tantrum. A physical display of their frustrations and raging emotions.

A tantrum.

Your head turns to the clock beside your head.

11:25 pm.

You’re out of bed before you can even think. Stuffing your feet into your slippers you walk over to your bathroom mirror. There’s a scowl on your face, eyes cast dangerously low in mock threat. Your breathing runs ragged. Heavy. You’re upset. Royally pissed off.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

You tuck a couple stray strands of hair behind your ears before throwing open your hotel door. It slams shut as you inhale deeply, stomping over to Marc’s room.

He’s down the hall from you. A couple doors away to the right at the end of the corridor. Luckily, it’s out of the way. Out of sight, out of mind from the other guests who would surely kick you out the second, you gave him a piece of your mind.

Banging your closed fist on his door, you wait a couple seconds. The sound of blood flowing thrums in your ears filling the empty, late-night silence.

There are some muffled noises—the soft padding of feet and the squeak of the doorknob—and then Marc opens the door.

You both stare at each other. Sizing the other up for entirely different reasons. “…is…everything okay?”

“How ‘bout you tell me, Spector. Is everything fucking okay?”

You shove past him, barging unceremoniously into his space. His eyes grow to the size of full moons as he follows your pacing. The way you swiftly move back and forth from the balcony to him. You seem resentful, far more irritated than he’s ever seen you before. Then he’s ever wanted to see.

And he can tell that this won’t end well. He might not be the smartest man alive, but he’s perceptive enough. He’s been taught to pick up on reactions and situations way before they unfold. So as you grimace at him—as he watches the unfamiliar fire smoulder in the eyes he loves so much—he can’t help but feel the bubble of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

Oh, this definitely won’t end well.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You snap. Marc, like the idiot he is, just stares right through you. You cross your arms and meet him in the middle of the room. “Did I do something wrong? Did I—did I offend you?”

“Wha—“

“Why the fuck have you been ignoring me, Marc?”

It’s right then and there when he realizes what you’re asking. When he realizes that you know. That you’ve figured him out completely.

He doesn’t respond. Truly, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how he could answer your question without revealing everything. The constant fear he has of acknowledging his feelings nags at the edges of his consciousness. The words are trying to claw themselves out of his throat; rip through his vocal cords and float through the air. But he holds his breath. And for now, the words stay stuck in his mouth.

You’ve begun to quiet down, to an extent, as you wait for Marc to speak. And although he remains quiet, the tension—though it remains incredibly heavy—slowly dissipates the longer you stare at him.

The fact annoys you even more.

Because you want to be mad at him. And, to some point, you still are. But you’re also just sad. So fucking sad.

“Look, Marc, if I said something…if I hurt you somehow, I’m so, so sorry.” Your lip suddenly and unexpectedly quivers and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Marc’s focus shifts to your change in demeanour. And within seconds, he feels his heartbreak. He feels the internal fortified cage begin to crack beneath its own weight. You sniffle, and he winces at the sound.

Taking a shaky breath, you pull your arms tighter over your chest; taut until there’s no room to breathe. Until you’re as small as possible. “I just want you to talk to me. So…if you could just…if you could just cut the horseshit that’d be fucking great.”

You wipe at your nose with the back of your hand and look away in embarrassment.

You’re exhausted. That much is clear. The bags beneath your eyes and the way your mouth falls are all clear indicators that you’re in pain.

You’re in pain because of him.

Which is exactly what he was afraid of.

I didn’t want this to happen.

“What?” You cry in confusion. Another sniffle. “What do you mean by that?”

He realizes then that he spoke out loud. His body had betrayed him once again. Unknowingly, Marc had opened the floodgates. Everything had been released, slipping away further and further away from his control.

You were so much closer now, face mere inches from his. Your eyes search his. And he gulps in a feeble attempt to gather himself.

“I meant that…” He takes note of the way the tears have glazed over your eyes and he grits his teeth. “Can’t handle seeing you cry, honey.” Marc shakes his head and tries to step back from you. “I’m sorry…”

Your hands cling to his forearms, slowly easing him back to you. The aggression in contrast with the tenderness makes him stop in his tracks; makes his breathing begin to stutter. “Marc…what’s wrong?”

He shrugs lightly, looking in the direction of the mirror beside the bed. He anticipates seeing Steven. To find some familiar comfort as he dangles above dangerous territory; as he dangles before you. Except he doesn’t find him. Instead, he’s just met with himself. Just his own reflection.

And yours.

Even in the reversed distortion of the glass, you're gorgeous. Other-worldly. He can see the way you look at him with intent; with both trepidation and determination. Even when he won’t meet your eyes, you give him all of your attention. You’re special that way. You make people feel special that way. So, if it were different circumstances, he would be preening beneath your gaze.

Time almost seems to slow when he actually looks your over. Fully. For the first time that day, really. From here, he can see you from another angle. In another light. It reminds him of how he sees you when Stevens fronting and he can stare in peace. When he can admire you from afar without any repercussions. Without any worry or fear.

Though he typically hates not being in control of his own body, most recently the reflections have been his closest friend. It’s the one time when he can allow himself to feel. When he doesn’t have to think about reality. When he can live in his delusions without judgement.

It’s a kind of freedom he doesn’t have anywhere else.

Except, he’s looking at your reflection���at you—now. He’s not hiding behind a barrier, not shielded by the safety of the unknown. He’s just there. Standing in front of you; present in front of you, with painfully obvious adoration all over his face.

Your hair is thrown up onto your head, and your shirt hangs over your left shoulder. You look partially unkempt. Messy. Natural. You look beautiful. The kind of lovely people can only dream of. And here you are. Looking at him in the mirror.

Shit.

He watches his mouth gape open and close like Gus, far too shocked to process what he’s witnessing. You’ve caught him in his dream. In seconds you stripped Marc bare until he was presented to you in just bones and muscle.

And sure you’ve never noticed before (at least he hopes so). But this? There was no way to get around this moment. There was no way to explain himself; excuse his actions and apologize in advance for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation.

He watches his mouth fall open again as he breathes in a gust of air. He goes to speak, but his throat is bare. Raw and sore and unable to form words. But then he’s watching your eyes drift from the mirror, up to his arm then to his face. You move so effortlessly; like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like looking at him is the only thing you want to do.

He feels it in his fingertips first. There’s electricity there; trickling up his veins through his arms and into his neck; down his chest and into his legs. His body, from head to toe, feels numb as he studies your expressions. He closely watches as a softness forms in your eyes and your lips turn into a small smile.

You’re looking at him. Actually looking at him.

And really, it’s no different from the way you always look at him. It’s just…he’s seeing it differently now. If he was anyone else—an outsider looking in—he’d assume with the way the two of you are wrapped up in each other, you were lovers. Two people with an innate connection that couldn’t fool anyone.

Something he’s wanted for a long time.

Marc’s immediate response is to dismiss it. Pretend, yet again, that what he’s seeing isn’t real. It’s just his imagination. Matrixing, or whatever the fuck people call it.

But it’s difficult to brush it off. Especially with the way you’re looking at him.

“Marc,” you whisper. He can feel your breath on his neck; can feel the slight shake of your arms against his sides. You’re nervous.

So is he.

But something—someone—wills him to look down on you. Your mouth purses in shock at his confidence, as you come face-to-face with his dark brown eyes. They bore into you, yet they calm you all the same. You both reason, at the same time, that there’s no going back now. You lean into him. So much so, that his nose brushes against yours and your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Your hands have come up to hold his shoulders, steadying yourself so as to avoid falling to your buckled knees.

And then he feels a push. It’s a gentle shove, a twist of his feet that aren’t his own actions, that makes his mouth collide with yours. The two of you stay there for a moment pressed into each other, eyes blown wide as you remain frozen in place.

It’s awkward and uncertain at first. But then instinct kicks in, and any confusion or hesitation you had left your body with a content sigh. Your hands smooth themselves over his arms as you gently move against his mouth; giving in to him as he touches your face.

He kisses you. Again, and again, and again. His lips glide over your bottom lip, tug at your top lip and peck at the corner of your mouth. He takes his sweet time exploring you. Exploring what you taste like. How you feel against him. How your kiss is better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

All the while, he holds you in place. He cradles you as though you're fragile like you’ll shatter beneath his touch. One wrong move and you’ll disappear.

But as your grip tightens on his body—as you pull him even closer to you; breath fanning over each other’s face, eyes screwed shut as you allow yourselves to finally feel everything you’ve ever wanted to—he understands that you aren’t going anywhere.

Marc loves your eyes. You love his.

And although it may have taken a while to get here, it’s better late than never.

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reasons to write fanfiction (I'll start):

share a cool scene that popped into your head

evoke a particular emotion the canon makes you feel

song made you think of a character or idea from canon

make people feel the same way about a character you do

make dolls kiss for fun

explore ideas the canon hints at but doesn't do anything with

traumatize characters and make them suffer

coddle characters and let them rest

had an insane idea for a crack ship and now everyone needs to know

the author of the canon was wrong and must be fixed

use familiar characters to explore your own ideas and plotlines

canon is too short and you need to wallow in the universe of the story

[vintagegirl01]

HALLOWEENTOWN

Marc Spector x female reader

A/N: As I mentioned in the previous story I posted, I love the Halloweentown Series. Therefore, I wanted to implement it with a moon knight story the way I did with Crescent City’s Hunt Athalar.

Despite Marc not being big on Halloween, you begged him to have a Halloween movie marathon with him in honor of the American holiday aimed at scaring people as well as having them buy big bags of candy. With reluctance, he agrees. As he hopes that watching a few scary movies will cause you to want to get scared and cuddle with him since you hate scary movies.

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Boy was he wrong.

“Come on, Marc”, you say pleadingly. “You said you’d have a movie marathon with me.”

Marc grumbles. “That was before I knew we’d be watching kiddy movies.”

You pout. “Hey. The Halloweentown series is not kiddy.”

Marc chuckles at your pout. Not laughing at you but more giggling at you attempting to look serious, yet failing miserably at it. “Is too.”

Seeing that he’s still not convinced, you decide to come in with your greatest weapon. Your puppy eyes. You don’t use this often but when you do, Marc cannot resist you.

You give him puppy eyes. “Please, Marc? I promise, only one Halloweentown movie and you won’t have to watching anymore after that.”

It doesn’t take Marc long to eventually agree to your Halloweentown movie marathon.

Though it may not be scary movies that result in you getting scared and cuddling him, Marc knows that he will still be having a great time with you. As anytime with you is time well spent in his book.

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“What? Kalabar had a son? I didn’t see that coming”, Marc exclaims flabbergasted as he munches on popcorn.

You nod, smiling at the fact that Marc had gotten invested in this series. In fact, when you tried telling him that you could change the movie to a horror movie of his choosing, he declined saying that you might as well start the second movie.

By the end of the finishing the fourth movie in the series, you and Marc are cuddling and eating candy with each other as you talk about how the first and second Halloweentown movies don’t compare to the third or fourth ones.

Perhaps the thing you loved most about this was that for tonight, Marc enjoyed himself with things that some might consider childish. For it has been so long since he was one.

[vintagegirl01]

Witches Brew

Hunt Athalar x female witch reader

Summary: Hunt has been at wits end trying to get Shahar to notice him. When his efforts don’t work, he seeks out a witch in hopes of finding a way to win her over. Never did he think that you would be the key to what he was missing in life.

A/N: This story is based off the lyrics from Witches Brew by David Casper. Always looked forward to hearing this song during and at the end of Halloweentown. Hope I did the song justice with this fic.

Hunt crept out of bed. For he had a goal in mind.

To win over the love of his life, Shahar.

Since joining her ranks, he’s been trying anything and everything he could think off to try getting to talk to her outside of the battlefield. Though, she pays little attention to him unless she needs something from him.

Therefore, he decided to seek the help of a witch to help him.

So here he was in the dark waiting for the witch. Hunt could only hope that she would take what he had in exchange for some help.

As his mind delves more into thought, Hunt feels a presence behind him. He turns around and looks down to see a figure in a cloak of black.

Though the sight beneath the cloak caught his breath. For it revealed a face that made a chill run down Hunt’s spine

Your beauty hypnotized him. Though, what stood out about you the most, was the gentle smile you wore. Not one that he often associated with powerful witches.

You then smile and take his hand, leading him into your lair.

The lair was not what he expected. Instead of it being creepy, it has more cozy vibes that gave off warmth. The warmth that was within you he assumed.

You then walk up to the cauldron and begins stirring up in the concoction.

You then look up at Hunt and says these words.

“All I need is eye of newt, wing of bat, a long black whisker from a big black cat, spider legs and wolf hound fur, poison ivy and a hemlock root.”

Hunt looks at the beautiful witch surprised. “Really? For a love potion?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m kidding. I’m not giving you a love spell. Though, here is some tea. ”

Hunt looks at you in confusion before taking the cup of tea. “Why? I’m willing to pay you whatever you charge.”

He takes a sip of the tea and is amazed by the taste. It was mint tea with a hint of sugar and lemon.

You smile at him. “I only wanna help you, dear. You want somebody and you wish she wanted you. Though this way isn’t the way. Love potions are temporary. They dont inflict real feelings like everyone believes.”

The male frowns. Seeing him this way makes you sad. Therefore, you get an idea.

“I've got the perfect cure. Just take my advice and she’ll fall in love with you for sure.”

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For the next few weeks, you and Hunt spend time together as you help him work on his romance skills to charm and win Shahar.

Within that time, you and Hunt have gotten to know each other to the point that you two have developed a close bond. In fact, you started to feel yourself falling for him.

Though, you refuse to say anything as he has feelings for another. Plus, you don’t want the relationship you have with him to become awkward. So you keep these feelings to yourself. Besides, you’re happy just being his friend and are willing to help him achieve happiness in anyway possible.

Even if that happiness doesn’t include you.

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Hunt is waiting for her in the park, a few minutes after dark.

He’s hoping that she got his message.

It isn’t before long until his thoughts are answered as he sees you smile and wave at him before walking up to him.

“Hunt, how did your meet up with Shahar go?”

Hunt smiles at you. “I didn’t meet with her.”

You smile instantly turns into a frown. “Hunt, I’m so sorry. I…”

The tall, gray winged angel puts a finger to your lips. “You are what I have I been missing, (y/n).”He then moves a piece of hair behind your ear. “Here I was pining for a woman that didn’t care for me when the woman of my dreams was in front of me all along.”

The two of you closed their eyes and shared the first of many kisses that you’d both share with each other.