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ANOTHER LIST

Since I'm also a huge comic nerd, I've decided to give y'all one list of all Marvel and DC characters you can also request! If y'all want too!

Bruce Wayne

Tony Stark

Clark Kent

Frank Castle

Jason Todd

Natasha Romanoff

Diana Prince

Barry Allen

Bucky Barnes

Kate Bishop

Rachel Roth

Wanda Maximoff

James Howlett

Oliver Prince

Koriand'r

Dick Grayson

Red Robin

Superboy

T'Challa

Killmonger

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker(Any of the three)

Shuri Udaku

M'Baku

Captain Marvel

Aquaman

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Damian Wayne (AGED UP)

Joker

Bane

Harvey Dent

Jeremiah Valeska

Jerome Valeska

Penguin

The Riddler

Lex Luthor

Hii can you write az saying something he doesn't mean and making reader cry and then comforting her? Or the classic flinching during argument? I just really love hurt/comfort loll

Thank you and I hope you have a good day!! <33

OH I LOVE THESE TROPES! Your wish is my command!

Warnings: Cussing, Yelling, somebody almost getting stabbed.

Reckless

"You can't keep doing that shit y/n!" Azriel yells. "Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do Azriel? Just let them corner my older sisters?" You yell. You were supposed to only stay with Nest and Feyre while they were in the library, but you had risked your life, distracting them so Nesta and Feyre could go get help while you led the Hybern Intel down, down, down into the library, and that's when you had met your new best friend, Bryaxis(which is beside the point). Azriel was horrified to find out that you were down there, by yourself, with no one to protect you. But you were always like that. Doing reckless things with your new immortality.

"You were supposed to find a way out, y/n. You put yourself in these situations and it pisses me off!" He steps close to you wings flaring; eyes filled with icy rage. "You cannot keep being so fucking dumb and reckless!" He shouts.

You flinch at the insult, tears filling your eyes. "You whimper and a sob spills from your lips "I-I'm so sorry Azriel." Azriel's eyes widen. "No, no I'm sorry. I'm so sorry angel, I didn't-" He tries to pull you against his chest, but you shove him away. Azriel's heart breaks as he sees you sob, mentally kicking himself for hurting you.

"I was scared. So, so scared to lose you." He whispers. You look at him. "I didn't mean to say that you're dumb, y/n. You are so smart, the most beautiful fae I have ever seen. And the fact that I insulted you just now kills me. I am so sorry." He says. "It's fine." You whisper. "Now please come and hug me. I don't want to be apart anymore." Azriel nods and starts to walk over, but you rush over, impatient to be in his arms. He kisses the top of your head as he rocks you back and forth, sort of like a slow dance moment. "I love you Azriel." You say and look up at him, adoration filling your eyes. Azriel leans down to give you a sweet kiss. "I love you so much angel, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." He says. "Well, it's a good thing I came along!" You say cheerfully and kiss his cheek.

A/N: Okay! Three in one day! Y'all keep coming with the request, it's helping me be motivated and keep me out of the funk in my head. Keep requesting from the list, but also give me some other characters so I don't get bored and back into my procrastination mood. Love y'all, be safe!

Hello!! I saw you you request were open and I would like to request something if that’s okay💜

Could you do a Rhys x reader where reader’s overworked and Rhys basically gives her a spa day after she comes home one day just tired and on the verge of a breakdown?

Hope you are doing well💜

Of Course! I love my Rhysie Darling!

Overwhelmed

You were so, so tired.

Work was overwhelming. People in general are overwhelming. You work in a bakery, the one place where you are to feel relaxed by the soothing smells of bread, cakes and cookies, which helps you forget about the otherwise impending paperwork you had to help Rhys with, and you were planning to have a relaxing shift with your best friend.

But today, it seemed like everybody and they mama wanted something from your bakery and there was a rush hour. People were all in your face, barking orders at you. One man had called you a bitch for running out of his favorite bread, which was easily corrected by your best friend, who cursed him out. Of course, you tried to stop her, but she didn't listen, which you were secretly grateful for.

But once you had closed up shop, you saw your beloved mate, your fiancé Rhys, standing beside the door. He smiles at you, and a wave of sadness and pent-up feelings washed over you as you dropped your belongings onto the ground and started sobbing, and Rhys rushes over to comfort you. He winnows you both back to your shared room in the House of Wind. "My darling, what saddens you so?" He whispers as he kisses away your tears (or should we say lick? Y'all can pick) and rubs your back soothingly. You sob, burying your face in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you calm down to quiet sniffles.

"Now my darling, what happened? What made you cry so much?" He asks and you let out a sigh. "Apparently everyone and their mama wanted to come to the bakery today, because it was a rush the whole day. I didn't get a break, and one man called me a bitch for running out of his favorite bread! And that's not counting the paperwork I haven't edited for you, or the thank you notes I need to send from all of the gifts we got from the engagement-" Rhys quickly shushes you. "My darling slow down. We don't need to worry about all of that right now. Let's just get you some food and some rest and we'll think it over, okay?" He says, brushing some stray hair from your face. You nod and he kisses your forehead and picks you up bridal style, where there was a steaming, jasmine-scented bubble bath waiting for you.

Rhys strips you down and gently places you in the tub and you let out a sigh of relief. Rhys smiles down at you and kneels as he caresses your hand. "Thank you Rhysie." You whisper. "Anything for my mate." He kisses your hand and starts to get up, but you grab his wrist. "Please don't leave." You whimper, the urge to cling to him apparent. "I'm not leaving my y/n. I'm just going to make your food, and I'll come back, and we can cuddle. How does that sound?" He asks. "That sounds wonderful." You say, and he plants a firm kiss on your lips.

"I love you."

I love you more my darling."

A/N: Okay, so this one is half assed, but I hope it's what you want! Keep sending requests and I'll try to update my Mattheo Riddle series!

Write some dom mommy Nesta for us 😝

Pretty Girl

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral, FF

"Please Nes!" You cry out, bucking your hips up for her fingers. Nesta looks down at you with a pout, mocking you. "Oh, pretty girl." She purrs and caresses the side of your hip, which makes you whimper for your touch. "Now what did we say about patience, hmm?" She whispers. You whimper. She spits on her fingers and slowly inserts one in you. You let out a moan as she feels around you. "Is that okay pretty?" She whispers. "Yes! Oh Nes!" You moan. She smirks and slowly inserts another one and your back arches off the bed. "Nesta!" You moan as she continues to pump in you. "Oh, y/n. I don't think you realize how pretty you are. Oh, my pretty girl." She smiles at you, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your moans start getting higher in pitch, signaling to Nesta that you were close to your climax.

Then she pulls her fingers out of you.

You sob. "Please Nes! I-I've been such a good girl!" Nesta smirks as she lowers herself to your pretty pink pussy. "I know pretty. I just want to taste you. Can I do that?" She looks up at you. "Yes." You breathe. She licks your slit, making you arch your back and groan. Then she starts sucking and tasting and teasing your bundle of nerves. "Nes! Oh!" You moan out, grinding against her mouth. You let out a series of moans and whimpers as she continues to feast on your pussy. Then you feel that coil starting to free itself. "Nes! Nes I'm gonna-" "Cum for me mon amour." She whispers huskily. You finally let go with a cry and you release all over her face. She looks up at your dazed state and smirks. "There she is. My pretty girl."

REQUESTS

I put up the board for my requests, you all should see it on my page. So for anyone who wants to request anyone from the list you can tell me and I’ll deliver! It just might take me a while to get into my writing again.

HEY

So, I haven't been writing at all, or updating. And I apologize for that! I have just been in a place of depression, and just haven't felt great all together. But! I'm feeling a little bit like me, and I can start writing and updating! But I've also started thinking of writing oneshots about book characters to get me back in the writing spirit. The book characters include:

Rhysand

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien

Helion

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Mor

Aaron Warner

Kenji Kishimoto

Dante Russo

Kai Young

Christian Harper

Rhys Larsen

Alex Volkov

Percy Jackson

Luke Castellan

Xaden Riorson

Jacks, Prince of Hearts

Grayson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne

Draco Malfoy

Peeta Mellark

Cardan Greenbriar

And many more! So... What do you think? I will be starting with Azriel first! Just because, why not?

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

Auguries of Innocence | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Bane: Hiya! Hope alls well 🖤. May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Look, you're gonna be alright"+ "I got you, don't worry" Thank you very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: when you need him most, Bane is always, and will always, be there for you in any way that you need him to be.

tws: brief nudity mentions, swearing, poetry???

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Bane hadn't expected it. The hammering against his thick metal door, the desperate cries of his name, but when he opened it and he saw you, the surprise soon turned to worry; you were soaked, shivering and shaking as you sat down.

He gave you a towel, and furrowed his brows as he handed you a cup of coffee once you had sat down on the uncomfortable and stiff sofa. He knew for a while that you had been staying with Bruce Wayne, and never really took much notice, until he saw that you had brought a suitcase and a backpack with you.

It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, and as he sat down opposite you, there was little that Bane could do or say.

"I got you, don't worry," his voice was just a slight grumble, reassuring like a thunderstorm after a scorching summer. "You'll be alright."

You nodded, sniffling as you swallowed thickly and tried to regain some of your composure. "Promise?"

Bane nodded slowly. "Of course. You're more than welcome to stay for as long as you like, I like having you around, you know that, my spectre."

You were shaky as you smiled, unsure of what to do with your hands and what to say, but you knew Bane well enough; you knew that he would never turn you away or turn on you when you needed him, when you needed him above everyone else.

You sipped your coffee, murmuring softly. "Thank you…"

"No one will ever hurt you again," Bane growled, shaking his head. "I will make sure of it. All you have to do is tell me, I don't care if someone was merely rude, or if they punched you - they won't see another day."

"Bane-"

"My spectre," he huffed, glaring at you. "Don't argue."

You put the coffee down between your feet and ran your hands down your face, cupping your mouth. "I'm not. I, I won't. I've… I've had enough arguments today."

Bane sighed, moving closer and moving the coffee cup safely out the way before he knelt down between your legs, his hands on your calves as he groaned softly. The only indication that he would have smiled if he could. "Memory, hither come, and tune your merry notes; and, while upon the wind your music floats."

You furrowed your brows, hands clinging to his mask by instinct as you tried to remember what he was quoting; it was always something old, something that you never would have known if you didn't know him.

His niche intelligence meant that you could listen to him talk for hours; that voice helped more than you wanted to admit, too.

"I'll pore upon the stream where sighing lovers dream, and fish for fancies as they pass within the watery glass."

His hands dragged up to your thighs as he rose slightly, the metal of his mask glittering in the dim lights of what you could only call his lair; Bane never stayed anywhere for very long, but regardless of where he went, he always made sure you could visit if you so wanted to.

If you ever needed him.

He treasured you, was loyal to you.

"I'll drink of the clear stream, and hear the linnet's song; and there I'll lie and dream the day along."

He pressed the cold metal to the side of your neck, knocking the skin slightly in an attempt to mark it but to no avail; every time, he always wished that he could have sunk his teeth into your skin and he could have tasted the salt of your sweat on his tongue. The soft rise and fall of your breath against his lips. Bane wished, he wished and he wished, that such a thing was possible.

"And, when night comes, I'll go to places fit for woe, walking along the darken'd valley with silent Melancholy."

Your breath hitched when you felt the harsh huff of his breath, filtered through the cold mask, against your ear; he had you pinned to that harsh sofa, but you didn't mind, hands on the straps of his tactical vest as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to become lost in his safety, his security.

Loyalty and dedication. Support and encouragement. The fierce need to defend and to guard. To protect. His hands were rough when he tugged at your shirt, fingertips shining from the dewdrops that had landed on them.

"I think we should take this off, spectre," he breathed out. "Get you into something warm and dry… I think I might have a few things lying around."

"You sure?"

"Of course," Bane agreed, pulling away. "I won't look when you… take what you want to take off."

"I wouldn't mind if you did," you said quietly. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

He laughed, the sound muffled and hoarse. "But you know I won't if you don't want me to."

He got up and turned around, covering his face with his hands just to make sure that you knew he wouldn't look as you began to strip; you didn't mind at all, Bane had seen everything. You had been together long enough that, when there was time for it, you were happy to share the shower with him.

Helping him wash his back and letting him scrub you down. Bane had always been so good to you.

"Bane," you whispered. "Turn around."

"I shouldn't," he grumbled, taking a step away from you and heading towards his wardrobe.

You couldn't help but to laugh. A pink outline had formed around the contours of his mask. You made him blush; so long being together and you could still make him blush.

You were more than impressed with yourself, if you were honest; Bane was a beast of a man, known for his brute strength and durability, known for being more than brutal even when he didn't need to be.

And yet there he was, blushing like a schoolboy and keeping his eyes tightly closed when he held out one of his shirts and a pair of his trousers for you to wear. You took them, rewarding him with a kiss to the edge of his mask that only made him grumble, the pink outline becoming a harsher colour.

"Are you decent?" He asked after a while, and when you told him you were, he took a seat on the sofa, and stole a swig from your coffee. His eyes raked up and down your body, and he nodded in approval. "You should wear my clothes more often, robin redbreast."

"And why would that be?" You scoffed, raising a brow.

"You look a lot better in them," Bane admitted, tapping his thigh and growling with what you knew to be delight when you sat on his lap. "Now that I have you all to myself, I can actually see."

You rolled your eyes at him, your hands on his broad and strong shoulders as you hummed. But your face fell, and you swallowed thickly when you felt a tightness in your chest. "Y'know, as exciting as it is to actually be able to be your… y'know, Partner in everything but crime… I can't think of why Bruce would-"

"Don't worry about him," Bane hissed. "Look, you're gonna be alright, my little robin redbreast, my spectre… you'll be alright. I'll make sure of it. I'll look after you."

I’m back in my NolanVerse era. No explanation required

Little Things | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked:  OKAY MORE PROMPTS PLS DO NOT EXHAUST URSELF 

 "I don’t need your expertise right now, I just need… fuck, I just need you to be here" 

 all bruce wayne x m!reader 🥺🥺

summary: it’s nice to be reminded why you love Bruce. 

tws: mentions of injury, swearing

word count: 1008

You and Bruce had been dating for a long, long while, and although you could not remember what had originally brought you together, from time to time you had a feeling or two of what it was; certain moments that you had with him where you were nudged towards why you had become his boyfriend in the first place. Usually when he made you smile on days where such a thing really didn’t seem possible in the slightest; sometimes when he brought you a cup of coffee exactly the way you liked it even though you had not asked for one. The little, and usually mundane, things. 

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The Approval of The Press | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: all batman x m!reader sil vous plait!! 

“Do I look like I care if people approve or not?”

summary: Bruce is a little older than you, and a Hell of a lot richer, but while you’re both content and happy to be together, some people certainly aren’t, and Bruce can’t help but to snap when it gets particularly bad. 

tws: swearing, mentions of drinking 

word count: 1362

Not many people minded it, Bruce having a slightly younger boyfriend, as the gap between you wasn’t all that big to begin with and you had met through mere chance; you and your friends were in a local pub and talking, and he had recognised one of them as being an employee of his company - he had come over to greet them, and had accepted the offer to join you all for a few drinks, and before you knew it, you were wearing his blazer whilst stood in a chip shop ordering a burger and chips while he had waited outside with your friends, smoking cigarettes with them while they waited. You weren’t sure whether it was you or one of your friends who had given Bruce your number, but he had called you the next day to ask you out on a date; a few years passed and you moved in with him, and things had been going fine ever since. 

Of course, a relationship with Gotham’s most sought after bachelor still came with its challenges; the paparazzi and seemingly every reporter in the fucking world wanting to know about your private lives - dozens of articles every other week by sleazy assholes working for sleazy liars stating that you were only with Bruce for his money, or that you were using him to make a name for yourself. They were the ones who seemed to take up an issue with it more than anything, they were the ones who seemed to just want to lie about you and Bruce; some said that he had met you through a dating website, which made you laugh. 

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I really enjoy your retail Seph so I ask myself this how would the rest of the Batfam fair in the same boat?

Margie | Batfam | Rogues | Justice League

[grocery store] 

Steph: Think you're ready for the deli counter? 

Duke: Psh, yeah. How hard can it be? 

Bruce: Hi, I'll do ten pounds of brisket, please. 

Duke: Brisket. That's... uh...

Steph, whispering: The brown one. 

Duke: *starts scooping taco meat* 

———————

[clothing store] 

Steph: The most important thing is to balance candid feedback with staying on the customer's good side. 

Dick: Got it.

Bruce, coming out of the dressing room: How does this look? 

Dick: Terrible. 

———————

[restaurant] 

Steph: Babs, can you ask Table 3 how they like their steak done? 

Babs: Sure. 

Babs, to Bruce: How would you like your steak done? 

Bruce: Medium rare, please. And can I get some more ice? 

Babs: Absolutely.

*ten minutes later*

Babs: One steak with ice. 

———————

[drive-thru] 

Steph: Once you see their order on the screen, just tell them to go to the next window. 

Cass: *nods*

Bruce: *pulls up to the drive-thru*

Bruce: One Batburger combo, hold the fry seasoning. 

Cass: *puts the order in*

Cass, whispering ominously: See you at window. 

———————

[furniture store] 

Bruce: Can someone help me move this dresser to my car? 

Steph: Sure. Jason? 

Jason, exhausted: Seriously? I just hauled that lady's fridge.

Steph: Jason...

Jason: Ugh, fine.

Steph: And don't forget to smile.

Jason, smiling through gritted teeth: You owe me.

———————

[coffee shop] 

Steph: Okay Timmy, you're on register. 

Tim: Yes ma'am.

Tim, to Bruce: What can I get you?

Bruce: I'll do the smoked salmon, cream cheese, and bagel sandwich.

Tim: Would you like cream cheese in it?

Bruce: ...Yes.

Tim: And smoked salmon?

Bruce: That's what I said...

Tim: And you want that on a bagel?

———————

[call center] 

Steph: School projects are so weird nowadays. Anyway, Damian, did you read the employee handbook?

Damian: All 917 pages. 

Steph: Nice job. I'll have you take the next call then. 

*phone rings*

Damian: Wayne Enterprises account support, how may I assist you?

Bruce: I need to change my password but the website is undergoing maintenance. 

Damian: One moment.

Damian: *types into the computer*

Damian: Done.

Bruce: You... you changed my password?

Damian: Yes. 

Bruce: What is i—

Damian: *hangs up*

Damian: *gives Steph a thumbs up*

———————

[at home]

Bruce: Steph, between you and me, you're the best among us. 

KALI UCHIS | AFTER THE STORM

EXACTLY

I'm officially taking Miles Morales (both 1610 AND 42) away from y'all✋🏻 hueless heifers until y'all unpack just WHY IN THE FUCK y'all are automatic portraying, theorizing and straightup fetishizing a Black boy to be violent, abusive, thuggish, and hypersexual because he's in a darker environment.

LETS

THINK

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AND

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reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

culpa mia has been out for two weeks now and there’s no fics PLEASE I NEED

Please Do Not be mad at me

I haven’t revealed my actual identity and age because I have been harassed before on other fanfiction sites, and i have never liked it. It has made me uncomfortable and I just… I want to be safe, ya know?

And I feel like I can trust most people on this platform because nobody has harassed me on here. If you want a formal introduction, here it is, but I will not be revealing my name for identity sake, but I will give you all a Nickname if you’d like. And also, thank you for all my followers supporting me and I will understand if any of you unfollow me. I don’t hold it against you.

Hi. My name is Nicole, and I am 16 years old. I am not married, I do have two dogs, I have a boyfriend named Josh, I am studying Psychology, and the rest you all know.

Like I said, If you want to unfollow me, I understand. Just know that I appreciate each and everyone of my followers.

Thank you.

-multiversalfandomwriter222

Just finished watching spider-man atsv and y'all telling me that theres NO SINGLE FIC OF 42 miles! x reader x 1610 miles! ??????? Imagine the possibilites of all fic ideas on them???????

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ALL MY FANFICTION WRITERS

I WANT ONE OF Y’ALL TO WRITE AN INTERACTION BETWEEN THESE TWO.

I’M TALKING POSSESIVE, SLUTTY WRITING. POSESSIVE! ETHAN AND POSESSIVE! MATTHEO. I WILL BE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT. (or I will write one... if you want me too of course.)

Y’all Know the First Chapter is Out Right?

I have nothing to say... It’s all in the title.

A Love Too Pure: 1

WARNING: Language

Alora’s POV

“Astoria! If you don’t get your slow arse on this fucking train!” I yell from the platform, the train starting to move. “Can’t you tell your dad to stop the train?” She yells as she juggles her owl, trunk and extra suitcases. I levitate her slow ass on the train and hop on the train last minute.

Astoria glares. “You didn’t have to rush me! I was going to make it!” I side-eye her. “Yeah. We’ll go with that!” “You two are so fucking loud, you know that?” Enzo says walking up the aisle. 

I roll my eyes at Enzo. “Well, I don’t complain when you’re fucking some desperate bitch against the wall on the way to her dorm.” Enzo chuckles. I walk past him to see Pansy, Blaise, and Draco all sitting in a booth. “We thought you both weren’t going to make it, considering how loud Alora was yelling form the platform.”

Astoria scoffs. “They are just being dramatic.” 

TIME SKIP

“Very best evenings to you all.” Dad says and I smile. Even though I always hated having to listen to these things, I always loved seeing him. I haven’t seen him all summer- due to the fact that I was spending the summer in Barbados with Astoria. 

“First off, let me introduce the newest six-year students of the Slytherin house (so this takes place during the half blood prince) at Hogwarts this year.” 

“New?” I whisper over to Pansy. She shrugs.

The doors bust open and everyone turns to see the three boys. One had neat dark curly hair, a prim and proper aura to him, which makes me very uncomfortable. The tallest one had light brown hair, and looked as if he did the one next to the other taller one was shorter, probably a few fucking two feet ahead of me and had more messy brown hair. 

I’d say, me personally, he was the cutest.

“Please welcome Tom and Mattheo Riddle.” The amount of fear and dramatic as fuck gasps fill the room was hilarious. “Riddles?” Pansy gasps. “They’re pretty cute.” Astoria says. “Eww! Astoria!” I squeal. Mattheo looks over at me and smirks and I smile back a little. A connection forming. 

“Did he just smile at you?” Blaise asks. “I think so.” I say.

Mattheo’s POV

NOTE: He doesn’t know Alora’s pronouns yet, because he doesn’t know them yet, so he’s referring to them as her.

As we walk into the hall and whatever, I see her. She’s perfect. A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks. I see her cute faerie ears with cuffs, and dangle earrings. Her curls frame her face, the front parts clipped back with silver serpent hair clips. Her eyes, when she gave a glance toward me were monochromatic- one brown, one amber. She stands out from the crowd of slytherin girls. What are you staring at brother? Tom says into my head. No one of importance at the moment. I reply. 

We weren’t here for learning or making friends or learning how to be a good wizards for the future of the wizarding world. Dad gave us the plan- Earn Dumbledore’s trust then murder the old bastard. It’s all for the greater good Dad says. And I believe him. We sit in front of Malfoy, Enzo, and Theodore. I look over at the girl sitting over by the Greengrass girl. Up close, She had puffy, pouting lips and they looked blossom soft. She’s entrancing.

“Who’s she?” I whisper to Theo. “That’s Alora. They are like one of the hottest people here. Completely out of your league Riddle.” I kick him under the table. “They?” I question. “Sie is gender neutral. All faes are gender neutral.” Enzo says. 

I admire Alora’s beauty as they talk to Greengrass. They look over at me and their eyes glow white and they tilts their head, then quickly turns away. 

Sie’s looked in our heads you fool. Tom says in my head.

Not my fault.

You need to keep your guard up Mattheo. Fae are one of the most powerful creatures in the Wizarding World, far more advanced. You have to keep your guard up and stop oggling them.

Alora’s POV

“Alora, are you okay?” Astoria asks as I wince. “I don’t trust him. I don’t know what it is about him, I just cannot trust him.” I whisper. I turn my attention back to my Father.

“Now, as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight,” He says. “And you have the right to know why.”

“Once there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle’s corridors, slept under it’s roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle.”

Everyone starts talking and I see Mattheo and Tom sit up a bit straighter, everyone whispering and looking over at the siblings. 

“Today, of course, he’s known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I’m reminded of a sobering fact.”

I feel a pang of sadness from Dad’s emotions.

“Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle’s walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.” Everyone stays silent, looking around. 

“Just something to think about. Now off to bed. Pip-pip.”

“That was cheerful.” I overhear Ron say. Draco looks down sullenly, unusual for him. I stand up and start walking away from the table. 

“Alora, where are you going? The dorms are that way.” Theo says. I smile. “I’m going to the Astronomy Tower for a little while. “I’ll be back.

A Change in Character: A Love Too Pure

Okay! So instead of me making a GN! Reader I’m making a Gender neutral black character! Their my Original OC and I feel Like they would be perfect for this Story! Note that this Photo is not mine, But I am making an introduction while I am writing the first chapter for you all!

Princess Alora Venus Chanelle of the Faerie Realm.

Chapter One is in the making!

A Love Too Pure: Prologue

“Please...” The Elf King begs at the Hogwarts door. He was coming for their daughter, their only daughter. “It will still be destined. They will be paired with his son, there is nothing you can do about it.” “But their love will destroy everything! And he is looking for her. The boy just turned one, we cannot have them bonding.” The Elf Queen says trembling. “She is my heart, and if my heart dies, I will.”

Albus looks down at the baby. Rosy (S/C) complexion, a curly head of (H/C). a silver moon patch on her right eye, and tiny faerie ears. “I will. I will raise her and protect her like you would.” The Elf queen lets out a sob as she places a kiss on her baby’s forehead. “I love you y/n.” 

The Elf King sheds a tear as he leaves all his magic with her. “I love you my child. Find peace in knowing that.” The mother lets out another sob as she inserts her magic in her child. “I love you, and will come back to you.” 

The Elf King and Queen apparate away with heavy hearts as Albus stands there sighing heavily. He looks down at the baby and smiles. “You’ll be well known, be loved and likable, you will have all the gifts in the world, and be praised. But the man you will be with is good. He just needs to find his way to you.” 

Baby y/n yawns and nestles back to sleep and Dumbledore chuckles as he walks up the stairs. “You’ll learn dearest. You’ll learn.”

A/N: Hey Guys! I decided to give you all a prologue of A Love Too Pure series! I will update as much as I can, but here are somethings you should know:

For you, you are gender neutral, but you have feminine features, so biologically you are a girl and whatever

Two, I’m changing it to BLACK GN! Reader

Three, I will try to make it angsty and slutty enough for you guys. Note how I said try.

Four: I hope you’ll enjoy!

Love Affair

  Pairings: JJ Maybank x Black Fem! Reader, Pope Heyward x Black Fem! Reader, JJ Maybank x Pope Heyward

Summary: Everyone can see how much JJ and Pope love you, but you can’t.

Warnings: Pet names, kisses, implied smut, fluff, some angst, Poly relationships, and language.

Song for title

 You and I, baby

Maybe we can ride away, baby

You look up at Pope, who was cradling JJ in a tight embrace. JJ looks over at you and smiles. “You feeling lonely over there cupcake?” Your cheeks heat up at the nickname. Pope smiles over and opens an outstretched hand over to you. “Come ‘ere sweetie.” You walk hesitantly over, the boat rushing unevenly. JJ pulls you into him and you giggle. “You’re safe with us princess.” You roll your eyes. “Am I?” “Yup.” Pope says and he and JJ attack you with kisses and you laugh. 

Kie, Sarah and John look over at the both of you with smiles on their faces. “They love each other so much.” Sarah whisper to Kie. “I can’t see those two without her, really. She completes us.” Kie whispers back.

And I just wanna get inside, baby

But I don’t wanna wait forever

JJ kisses up your neck as Pope makes out with you on your right. You were in the middle of a huge euphoric rush. Both boys hands trail your body and they touch your core. Pope breaks away and tilts your head over to them. “Do you actually want to do this?” You nod. “We need to hear words of confirmation pretty girl. We won’t do anything that you don’t want to do.” They look at you waiting. “Yes. I’m ready.” “Baby are you sure? We don’t have to do this right now, we can wait sweetie.” Pope says. You nod. “I trust you both. I know you guys won’t do anything to hurt me.” You say. Pope takes your glasses off and places them on the bedside table and goes back to kissing you.

Scared that I can’t treat you better than her

“Hey, where have you guys been? I’ve been looking all over!” You laugh. “Oh it was crazy! We found some gold! Like seriously!” JJ says and Pope gives him a kiss on the cheek. A pang of sadness hits you and you turn away. “And... no one decided to call me so I can... be there?” You say quietly. Everyone’s faces fall. “Sweetie, we thought you were busy tonight!” Pope says. “You didn’t decide to call me? Neither one of you?” You say in disbelief. You look over at them, and another pang of sadness hits you. Seeing how the close those your boys were, it hurt.”  “Y/n-” Kie says and you hold up your hand. “Its fine!” You say. “I’m going home though.” You try to move past them and Pope grabs your wrist. “Sweetie-” “Don’t touch me.” You say coldly and wrench your grasp away from them, tears filling your eyes.

So when I’m gonna know what I feel inside, baby?

Maybe it’s just all in my head, so

“I don’t know if I love them!” You say exasperated. Your older sister levels a look at you. “You love them. It’s plain in simple. The way that they look at you, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” You smile. “But they love each other more. I’m surprised they haven't broken up with me yet.” Your sister rolls her eyes. “It’s probably all in your head. Those two are in love with you. Maybe just sit down with them and explain your feelings. A poly relationship is hard sissy. I was in one, and trust me, was not any fun.” You smile. “With Topper and Rafe? Sure. Bet you had the best sex of your life huh?” You laugh. Your sister rolls her eyes. “Excuse me, it was AMAZING. Get it right.” You and her laugh loudly. 

“But anyways, just try. It’s apparent that they love you. Hell, Mom sees it, and she doesn’t usually gives two shits about love.” You smile too yourself. “Now come on, let me try this ponytail on your hair, you have the perfect hair texture for it.”

Don’t overthink, this is love

Maybe it’s just a crush

Baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

You bask in the early morning sun as you feel two arms around you clinging you to them. You stretch out your arms and start to get up but someone pulls you down. “Where are you going?” Pope mutters. “To make breakfast, aren’t you hungry?” You whisper. “Yes... but I don’t want you to leave.” He kisses your neck and nuzzles your sweet spot making you whimper. The love in his eyes as he leans under the covers and kisses your stomach making you laugh. “Where’s my affection, hmm?” JJ mumbles. “Morning Sunshines.” “You want join the tummy kisses?” Pope asks. “Hell yeah!” He goes under the covers, and they start kissing your stomach (JJ blowing raspberries on you) making you laugh and giggle. 

“Stop! Stop!” You giggle, stepping out the bed laughing. Both men cuddle each other, and you smile, that pang of sadness not appearing anymore. “We love you.” They say in unison, and you look down. “Um...” You step into the bathroom and lock the door behind you, and quickly move over to the toilet and start throwing up.

I hope what I feel is enough

Maybe this just lust

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair? Yeah

“You haven’t been hanging out with your friends in a while, and Pope and JJ haven’t been over in a while. Everything okay?” Your Mom asks. You look up from the pillow you buried your face in. “I don’t know Mom. I haven’t a clue.” She runs your hands through your curls. “Well, let’s start with what’s bothering you first.” She says. “I love them. JJ and Pope. So, so much and I, think it’s true love. And they think it’s puppy love, but I just love them so much. And they love me, I just, see that there is love between those two more than me.” You say.

“So, you feel left out of the relationship?” Your Mom says. “Yeah. And I don’t know how to tell them.” You mumble. Your Mom smiles. “Just try baby. I haven’t been in a Polyamorous relationship, but from what I’ve learned, just try. Those two love you, even if you can’t see it.” You smile. “Now, I’m going to work, your sister is at her boyfriend’s, if you are going somewhere-” “Leave a note. Love you!” You say. Your mother smiles and leaves the room. 

I wanna know

I wanna know how to feel, what to feel what’s right

                                                 P4L GROUP CHAT

JB: N/n are you coming to the party tonight? 

                                                                                   N/N: no. don’t really want to.

Kie: what??? you love to party!                             

                                                                                     N/N: not feeling it today.

Smartie: you haven’t been around us in a while, are you okay sweetie?

                                                                                      N/N: i’ve been sick.

Dumb Blonde: do u want us to come over? 

                                                                               N/N: no. i’m fine.

Kook Princess: you sure?

                                                                        N/N: yeah. 

You toss your phone on your bedside table and sigh. “You can’t keep avoiding them N/N. You have to go up to them, and tell them how much you love them. Popee and JJ are probably so fucking confused right now.” You sigh. “But I have to give my fucking feelings in check. I have to break up with them. So I can figure it out my feelings.” Your sister shakes her head. “No. That’s going to hurt you even more.”

“DOES IT EVEN MATTER ANYMORE?” You shout. “I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THEY FEEL THE SAME WAY, I CAN’T AFFORD LOVING TWO PEOPLE SO FUCKING MUCH AND NOT SELF DOUBT!” You shout. Then you sink on the floor and sob. “I-I love them so much and I-” Hard sobs wreck your body. Your sister kneels on the floor and hugs you as you sob into her chest. “I love-” “Shhh. It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s okay. I know you love them. I know.” She rubs your back as you sob.

I never know

‘Cause when it gets real, I just run away and hide from you

From you

From you, ooh, ooh

A storm had hit the OBX the day you had decided to break up with your lovers. How ironic. You knock on the Heyward’s door and Mrs. Heyward opens the door. “Y/n! What are you doing here during a storm? Come inside!” She says. You step in. “I’m going to be quick Mrs. Heyward I promise. Is JJ here as well?” “Yes. Pope insisted on bringing him and was going to send out for you! But what do you mean by quick sweetheart? This is a very dangerous hurricane, bigger than Agatha and the previous!” You smile sadly. “This is more of a bitter visit.” 

You walk up the stairs and knock on the door. JJ opens the door. “Sunshine?” You give a small smile. “We need to talk.” He says and pulls you in Pope’s bedroom gently. You nod. “We don’t understand what’s going on with you. You blocked us, you haven’t been hanging out with us, you clearly aren’t sick, and you haven’t been here. Sweetie what’s going on?” Pope says. 

JJ stands up and walks over to you, stroking your face and looking into your eyes. “You can talk to us, you know that princess. You know that.” You back up from his touch. 

Hot tears start to form at your waterline, but you blink that back. “I’m sorry. Truly. But I can’t... I can’t do this with you both. I can’t feel like a burden shared between the two of you. And I can’t keep doubting that your love for me. Because I love you both so fucking much. Deeper than the Pacific Ocean, The quiet moments, the sweet smiles and the silly jokes: these are the things I cherish most. But I can’t help but doubt it. I don’t believe that you both love me, and I can’t battle with myself anymore. A lot of times I feel left out and-” You let out a sob.

You yank off the necklace that your sister had gotten you three for your first anniversary. “I can’t.” You say. “Y/n-” Pope says standing up. “I’m sorry for wasting your time. I love you both dearly.” “Y/N!” JJ yells. You run out the door and down the stairs and hear two footsteps pummeling down. “Y/N!” They yell.

Lightning cracks as you run outside into the rain and Pope grabs your arm. “Let go of me!” You yell. “YOU CAN’T JUST FUCKING DO THAT!” JJ yells. “YOU CAN’T JUST TELL US THAT YOU’RE BREAKING UP AND NOT LET US HAVE A SAY!” Pope shouts over the thunder. “I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT HEYWARD! I’M A GROWN ASS WOMAN!” You see your sister’s car pulling up by the dock. Pushing out of Pope’s grasp you run to your sister’s car and hop in, and she speeds off, leaving your two lovers in the rain.

So when I’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

Maybe it’s just all in my head, so

Two weeks have passed since your breakup with JJ and Pope. You had left the P4L group chat, blocked everyone and just lived in sadness for a while. Did you miss them. Yes. You missed being in the middle of them in bed, you missed the kisses, the intimate moments, the tummy kisses, and you missed your friends. But hey, that’s the price of running away from your lovers- oh sorry, EX-lovers in the middle of a hurricane. 

One afternoon, you were lounging on your bed reading and your sister opens the door. “Yeah?” You ask. “Pope and JJ are here. They said they needed to talk to you. You freeze. “WHY?” You whisper shout. “Probably because of your dramatic breakup scene.” She whispers. “Tell them to get out!” You say. “No. I am tired of seeing you mope around. You are going to spill your guts.”  You groan.

Both boys come into the room, and you look up from your book, glaring at your beaming sister. She shuts the door, and it takes the willpower not to run out of your room. “Y/n.” Pope says. “You should’ve told us how you actually felt. We could’ve talked out.” You look down. “I’m sorry. I- I truly love you both. I was scared of telling you and you both would leave. And because of that, I just felt left out. So, I left. I thought it would be better.” 

“But it wasn’t. Baby, I don’t think you realize how important you are to us. You’re our light, our brightest light in our conjoined tunnel, our everything. Y/n we need you. these two weeks we were spiraling. Hell, everyone was.” JJ says and comes over. “Baby... come back to us please?” He holds the necklace, the middle of the puzzle piece heart that was missing. You nod and Pope walks over and kisses you, firm and loving. JJ pulls your face away from his and kisses you passionately. Then all three of you. 

You hug them. “Don’t you ever pull stunts like that again understand? Pretty girl, you had us scared.” Pope says. “I can’t promise, but okay.” You giggle.

Don’t overthink, this is love

Maybe it’s just a crush

Baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

I hope what I feel is enough

Maybe this is just lust

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair? Yeah

And I just want a good time

But am I wrong for that? No

Am I wrong for that? No, no, yeah

And is it not the right time?

But what’s the wrong in that, oh?

Am I wrong for that? No, No, so

Don’t overthink this is love

Maybe it’s just a crush

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair?

I hope what I feel is enough

Maybe this is just lust

Baby is this your love affair, your love affair? Yeah

A/N: Hey everyone! I want to apologize for not updating on the I’m his What? Series. I just haven’t had any motivation recently. I’m trying to start your other series  A Love Too Pure, with Mattheo Riddle and a Faerie reader, and I’ve been having ideas for other stuff so I am all over the place. But I love you all and I hope you all are staying safe. I love you all! 

P.S. Also, I know that the song has a much different meaning than my fic. I just like the song and wanted to pair it.