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Spin the Bottle (with Forehead Kisses)

Twisted Wonderland!Dorm Leaders x Reader

A/N: Some of these are longer than others and that is solely because I felt like some of the housewardens would need more convincing and more back story for the whole thing to actually make sense.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Somehow Riddle was sucked into playing a game of spin the bottle at Ramshackle dorm with the rest of the dorm leaders. Honestly, he was more shocked at how you managed to convince him, let alone some of the other dorm leaders, to show up.

You had come to him earlier in the week with the offer of joining you and the other dorm leaders at Ramshackle for a sleepover of sorts. Riddle was fully prepared to reject this offer, but Trey happened to be listening in and told him that it may be a good "bonding time" and that he deserved "a night away from being a housewarden."

So, now he was sitting in a circle with the rest of the dorm leaders in the middle of Ramshackle's lounge area. You had proposed a game of spin the bottle, something many of the dorm leaders were dreading. Unfortunately, Kalim's joyful energy pulled everyone together and soon they had all agreed to play.

Luckily, Riddle has not had a turn yet and he so far has not been at the receiving end of someone else's turn. However, his luck seems to have run out as you spin the bottle, and it stops facing him.

If he were in a different situation, Riddle would probably be happy to receive a kiss from his crush. Instead, he was about to have his first kiss with the person he likes in front of the other dorm leaders because of some stupid game.

Somehow, you appear to have noticed his unease because as you sit in front of him and take his face into your hands, you do something unexpected. With Riddle's cheeks already burning from the close proximity, you tilt his head down and give him a soft kiss on the forehead.

All of the breath is sucked from Riddle's lungs as he stares wide-eyed at the Ramshackle prefect. You slowly back away from him, give him a kind smile, then return to your previous spot in the circle.

He can feel the burning sensation of a blush all over his face, even traveling down his neck. Tears almost spring to his eyes from the absolute softness and care that you just showed him. Through one simple kiss on the forehead, Riddle has been reduced to a puddle of emotions.

He chokes a little once his lungs inform him that he has stopped breathing. He takes a deep breath in and suddenly his senses start picking things up again. Some of the other dorm leaders can be heard laughing at him, others look just as shocked as he does, and others either look like they couldn't care less (Leona) or they look like they're going to burst from excitement (Kalim).

Riddle's face burns even brighter as his senses come back to him, but all he can do is look at your smiling face and wonder what that tender kiss meant, and if he could believe that you might like him back.

Leona Kingscholar:

The only reason Leona was sitting in this circle of dorm leaders is because you happened to catch him at his 'weakest' moment, when he was sleeping. He had to admit, sometimes you surprised him with how well thought-out your plans could be. For example, managing to convince him to agree with whatever you asked simply because you had just woken him from a deep sleep.

For a while he was convinced that you had put a spell on him because somehow, Leona managed to always feel safe and comfortable enough around you to fall asleep. The fact that you had no problem using this to your advantage only furthered his suspicions. It was only after seeing you play Spelldrive where you could not use an ounce of magic that he started rethinking his theory.

You had found one of these opportunities the day before this current dorm leader event you had organized. Waking Leona up was the hard part, but once you had achieved that it was quite easy to get the drowsy beastman to agree solely because he knew you would let him go back to sleep sooner. Which you generously did, because then he might be a little less miserable when you remind him about the plans he promised to attend.

Of course, letting him go back to sleep the day before did not help to reduce the amount of despise Leona was expressing as he sat in the circle of dorm leaders. He would have instantly rejected you once you told him about the agreement from the day before, but he couldn't bring himself to break a promise. Thus, you had happily dragged him to Ramshackle dorm where he threatened anyone who dare laugh at his predicament.

So far, Leona has managed to avoid receiving or giving any kisses during the game. However, it is now your turn to spin the bottle and it just so happens that it would stop facing him. Honestly, he was half-asleep by this point, and he barely registers you moving over to sit in front of him.

He twitches a little when he feels your hand brush through his bangs, moving them aside before you press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Leona slowly opens his eyes, locking his gaze onto yours. He wears a small grin as he sees the blush dusting your skin, ignoring his own that threatens to creep up his neck.

He continues to keep eye-contact with you, not moving until you go to return to your seat. His hands flash from his side to your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. His arms lock around you, only allowing enough movement so that you can face the rest of the dorm leaders.

Vil suggests that you lot should play a different game which everyone agrees to. Leona nods his head before resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of your lips.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Surprisingly, Azul was not having too bad of a time at your gathering of the dorm leaders in Ramshackle. It did take a little convincing before he agreed to show up, and a tiny deal. The idea came from Floyd and Jade as they were lingering around when you invited him.

They pointed out that Azul could make bets for favors with the other dorm leaders, which were not considered contracts. As long as he worded the bets correctly, there would be a high chance of him winning each one. So, he told you that he would join in as long as there were opportunities where he could propose bets.

You assured him that games could be included, and if he could manage to find something to bet about, then he would be welcome to. Azul speculated that you had doubts about his ability to successfully get the other dorm leaders to take his bets. Or his ability to find something that would make sense to bet about.

Well, he will admit that a game of spin the bottle wasn't the ideal when it comes to betting. But he refuses to have come here and leave with no one owing him a favor. Luckily for Azul, when he proposed making things interesting by placing bets, Kalim was a willing participant. He notices that Malleus' interest was also piqued by the idea, but he had refrained from truly joining in on the bets.

Nonetheless, as long as Azul could get away with some profit from the bets of tonight, he would be happy. What he did not expect was for Kalim to bet on him.

"I bet," Kalim starts, "that when the bottle lands on Azul and he is kissed, he will blush."

Azul, and some others, scoff at this because of course his composure would never crack like that. Azul didn't even like admitting to himself that his confident personality was only a facade. So, there was no way he would allow it to break in front of the other dorm leaders, some who would be happy to try and exploit this weakness.

"Oh please," Azul responds, "that would never happen, at least bet on something believable. For example, I bet that before anyone can even get close enough to kiss Idia, he will either back out or faint."

Many of the dorm leaders nod in agreement at this, even Idia moves his head slightly. For a second, Kalim looks thoughtful, but one look at you has him shaking his head before speaking to Azul,

"How about this, I will accept your bet that Idia will faint before someone gets close enough to kiss him, if you accept my bet that you will blush when you get kissed."

Azul ponders this for a couple seconds before responding, "Okay, if Idia faints then I win and if he doesn't then you win. Following that, if I blush when someone kisses me, which is ridiculous, then you win and if I do not then I win."

Kalim nods in agreement, holding his hand out while saying, "You have a deal ... well I guess actually you have two deals."

Azul shakes his hand with a confident smile gracing his lips. There is absolutely no way he would be losing either of these bets, and having Kalim owe him two favors is exactly what he was looking for. Well, he will admit that while the probability of Idia fainting is high, it is not a guarantee. So, he'll have to play his cards right to make sure Idia cannot back out of the game. Yes, this is a little cruel on Azul's part, but Kalim had already set the terms and there was no going back now.

Unfortunately, there is another unforeseen circumstance that Azul has to face. It is your turn to spin the bottle and who else would it land on if not him. He didn't want to admit this, but there could be one single person who may potentially cause him to blush. Of course, that person had to be the one crawling over to his side of the circle.

Azul had grown a liking to you over time after you had helped him in the beginning of the school year. The way you treated him with genuine kindness and didn't try to use him for granting wishes made him open up to you easier. However, he still hadn't truly let you in on his self-confidence issues, and he was not looking forward to you finding out now because of some stupid game.

You leaned into his field of view, trying to catch his attention back to the present instead of deep in his thoughts. He quickly regained his composure and replaced his uncertain expression with one of assurance, maybe even a little false cockiness.

You took this as your sign to continue, so you carefully placed your hands on his cheeks. The warmth from your hands helped to calm the racing in his chest. Your gentle smile also kept him from showing any visible reaction.

Honestly, he thinks that he may actually be able to get through this without blushing in the slightest. But, instead of leaning in to kiss him on the lips, you go a little farther up and plant a sweet kiss on his forehead. Now Azul has been caught completely off guard and he's not entirely sure how to control his emotions at the moment.

He feels your lips linger on his forehead before you pull away, brushing your fingers against his cheekbones. He's officially done for when you glance down to his lips before retreating completely back to your spot in the circle.

Azul can't even tell if he's blushing or not as he feels heat spread all through his body. Suddenly, Kalim snaps his fingers in front of his face, and he is once again returned to the present. Kalim's face is one of pure excitement, but he says something that Azul does not expect.

"Listen, because I'm such a nice guy, and because Vil told me what's going on, I'm gonna give you a pass on this bet. However, you must promise no interference when it's Idia's turn."

Based on what Kalim is saying, Azul assumes that he doesn't even want to see how red he is right now. His eyes travel to you and when you send him a little wave, he responds in a slight whisper,

"I promise."

Kalim Al-Asim

It took absolutely no convincing from you to get Kalim to agree to join your little dorm leader hangout night. Granted, he would probably agree to anything you asked of him ever since he's realized how much he truly likes you. Instead, you both would have to work together to convince Jamil. Surprisingly, it didn't take too much time to get Jamil to agree. All you had to do was promise him that you wouldn't leave Ramshackle, you wouldn't put Kalim in any danger, and you would update him periodically throughout the night.

It also didn't take any convincing to get him to join in the game of spin the bottle. In fact, he helped you convince the rest of the dorm leaders to play. Of course, Jamil wasn't the happiest when he heard what game was currently going to be played, but he agreed it was safe enough.

So, this is where you all are now, sitting in a circle with a bottle in the center. Honestly, Kalim is having the time of his life being able to have a sleepover with the other dorm leaders. He only wishes that Jamil could have joined him.

As of now, it hasn't been Kalim's turn and the bottle hasn't landed on him yet. He will admit that he is getting a little antsy waiting for the bottle to finally land on him. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait much longer as you give it a firm spin and it stops facing him.

He's almost vibrating with excitement as you crawl over to him and settle with your knees touching his legs. He gives you a blinding smile, very happy that it would be you kissing him. Kalim's joy is infectious, and you can't help letting out a laugh before you begin to lean in.

Kalim quickly closes his eyes, waiting with bated breath for your lips to meet his. However, he feels the pressure of your lips softly touch his forehead. You press your lips a little harder for a brief moment and then fully retreat and settle back in front of him.

His eyes open slowly, and his smile is so wide it starts to hurt his cheeks which feel unusually warm. His fingers go up to softly brush against the same spot you just kissed.

"Maybe we can keep this little moment from Jamil." You suggest with a shy smile and soft voice.

"Are you kidding," Kalim starts before giving you a kiss on the cheek, "I have to tell him my dream has come true."

Vil Schoenheit

Convincing Vil to leave his dorm for the night to join the rest of the dorm leaders in a time of 'bonding and fun,' as you put it, is very difficult. He has to make sure everyone in Pomefiore is following their nightly routine and going to bed at the appropriate time and a bunch of other things you didn't listen to.

"Excuses, excuses." You mutter. Vil scoffs at this, unimpressed with your attempts to persuade him.

"Hmmm," he hums, "I may accept your offer, if you allow me to create a Pomefiore worthy skin and hair care routine. You have been persistent in spending time with Epel and trying to spend time with me and I cannot have a self-care slacker being associated with us. Also, you must agree to be my personal guineapig when I need to test new products, new trends, new clothes, etc."

Vil wears a small, amused smile as he waits for your answer. Of course, whatever skin or hair care routine you try would never be considered 'Pomefiore worthy' unless Vil was the one who created it. Although, you suppose it wouldn't be horrible to get a free, top tier self-care routine. Plus, even though being Vil's personal guineapig would take up a chunk of your time, you know he wouldn't be putting you in anything ridiculous. At least, you hope he wouldn't, but he is very serious about fashion which does put your mind at ease.

Vil quickly grows tired of your contemplating. He will admit to himself that he would be happy if you agreed because while it would help him to have someone to test things on, it also would give him an excuse to spend more time with you. He only added in the self-care routine because he wants you to have the best when it comes to keeping your skin and hair healthy. He'll worry about the eating habits at a later date, not wanting to ask too much of you too soon.

"I will give you five more seconds to think before I turn and leave without going to your little housewarden get together." Vil says, putting a hand on his hip and he looks at you.

"Fine, I guess your terms aren't too demanding. I will allow you to create a self-care routine for me and I will be your personal guineapig for fashion testing." You respond, holding your hand out for him to shake. Vil gives you a tiny smile as he gently shakes your hand, only slightly dreading the night he has ahead of him with the other dorm leaders.

He shows up 'fashionably late' because he had to attend to his specific duties as Pomefiore's housewarden. Now, as he sits in a circle with a bottle in the middle, he's regretting his choice to show up at this specific time. You and Kalim have just managed to convince the other dorm leaders to play a game of spin the bottle. Unfortunately, Vil's timing means he doesn't get a say and is automatically forced to join in.

All the others make you go first, since it was technically your idea. You have no problems with this, spinning the bottle and watching it turn. Vil subtly keeps his eye on the bottle, trying to seem disinterested. However, when the bottle lands facing him, it takes a little more focus to keep his expression neutral.

You crawl over to Vil and sit in front of him. He sees you glance down at his lips, which has a fresh layer of colored chapstick. You softly cup his chin with one hand, running your thumb along the edge of his bottom lip.

Vil can't tell what he wants you to do, part of him wanting you to kiss him and part of him not wanting to have the effects of his lip mask messed up by your lips. It's almost like you can see the hesitation in his eyes, and in response you give him a soft smile.

You lean in closer and Vil can't help but let his eyes flutter closed. He almost hates the way his mind flows into daydreams of you kissing him and he imagines how perfect it will be. However, he's taken aback when he feels your lips press against his forehead.

He takes a silent, shuddery breath as you linger for an extra second before pulling back. You keep your face close to his, and Vil has to take a second to collect himself and replace his mask of nonchalance. Once you see that he's regained his composure, you back up and return to your seat, giving him a little sly smile.

Even though it wasn't exactly what he imagined, Vil has to admit that this was a fairytale worthy kiss. He only hopes that he gets to share many more with you in the near future.

Idia Shroud

Idia hates the way you've managed to learn so much about him, and how you've got Ortho campaigning for you. He will admit that most of the time, he does agree to things once Ortho expresses interest. However, there was absolutely no way Ortho's persuasion alone was going to convince him to join you in your little sleepover with the other housewardens. Not even promising the presence of a video game competition could persuade his decision.

Unfortunately, it seems like you're aware of this based on the small frown you try to hide. Idia shifts in his gaming chair, trying to keep his eyes on his computer and his hair from exposing how flustered he is.

"Fine, I really didn't want to do this Idia, for my own sake, but you've left me no choice."

Your words send shivers of dread through him, and he can't help but imagine the worst possible sentence that might come out of your mouth. He feels confusion seep into his body and replace the settling dread at what you say next,

"I am willing to send you my max level, top-tier, five-star character that you have been begging me for since I got it during the once per year event last month, if you come to my sleepover."

Idia's mouth drops open in shock and he has to take a couple minutes to process your proposal. Honestly, out of all the extremes he expected you to go to, he never thought you would be willing to part with this character. You had spent almost a week and just about all of your items trying to get this particular character, and Idia was right there with you.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he did throw quite the fit when you somehow got it right before the event ended. He also would like to argue that he has not spent the time since begging you to give it to him in exchange for, as he now regrets claiming, anything. Now, he is faced with the dilemma of whether or not he truly wants this character enough for him to sit for a night with all the other dorm leaders.

"You said that you would do anything to get this character, and I am willing to part with it so long as you show up to Ramshackle dorm in person and participate in this get together." You say, looking down at Idia who continues to stare at his computer screen in silence.

When he doesn't respond for a couple minutes, you say something else which really triggers competitive video game nature, "I mean, I guess you must not be as serious about this game as I thought. I think you'd be more willing to accept my offer if you were."

You had to know that this was a low blow on your part, and Idia is a little offended that you would go after his commitment to a game you know he has spent countless hours playing. However, he also can't help but wonder why you were so caught up on whether or not he agreed to spend a night in the company of the other dorm leaders.

So, with a deep-set frown and glaring eyes, Idia agrees to your deal. Which is how he has ended up sitting in a circle of housewardens playing spin the bottle. Now, if he could have passed this specific game then he most certainly would have. Unfortunately, Azul claims he would have dragged the fiery-haired boy 'kicking and screaming, if necessary.'

Idia had almost forgotten about his embarrassing slip-up at board game club, when he accidently revealed to Azul the massive crush he was harboring on you since the moment you decided to become online friends with him. Ever since, Azul has been using club meeting time to try and convince Idia to confess, even if it was over a message board.

His attention is brought back to reality at the sound of a couple dorm leaders snickering to themselves. Looking to the bottle in the center of the group, Idia is horrified to find that it is facing him. He freezes as he realizes that he has no idea who has just spun the bottle.

As you begin to crawl over to his side of the circle, Idia stops breathing and he looks over at Azul with wide eyes. You stop in front of him, and he refuses to meet your eyes. He has a slightly visible shake and out the corner of his eyes he can see your worried expression.

"Here Idia, there's no worries, and no pushing you too far." You whisper to him and he's not sure he would have heard it if your face wasn't so close to his. He still doesn't look at you, but he gives you a miniscule nod of trust which makes you smile wide.

He can't help but tense up as you move closer to him, also acutely aware of the fact that his hair is emitting a flaming heat and has an almost pink ombre look to it now. Once again, you leave him in shock as your lips gently press against his forehead instead of his lips.

Idia can feel himself get lightheaded for a second, but he's brought back to one of your hands holding his shoulder and the other cupping his face. You give him a soft smile before turning around and sitting down in front of him, blocking the others' view of him.

Azul gives him a small, knowing smile, and Idia curls in on himself a little more. He rests his forehead against the back of your neck, and he hopes you don't mind the warmth of his hair. He can't find the confidence to wrap his arms around your waist like he wants, but he settles on twisting his hands into the bottom of your pajama shirt.

As you rejoin the conversation, Idia closes his eyes and takes his first proper breath since you first started crawling over to him. He lets the sound of your voice and rhythm of your heart keep him from floating into his imagination, because right now he just wants to be with you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is already ecstatic that you wanted him to join your party of dorm leaders, even more so that you remembered to invite him. He always enjoys spending time with you and telling you fun facts about gargoyles as he sits outside Ramshackle dorm. He cannot imagine wanting to do anything else besides staying the night in Ramshackle with you by his side, even if the other housewardens happened to be there.

Unfortunately, Sebek is not prepared to let Malleus stay in another dorm without him and Silver there for protection. He honestly could not believe the audacity you had to think that the Young Master would be able to go somewhere without his bodyguards, especially if Leona Kingscholar was there.

You try to reassure him that Leona wouldn't bother Malleus and that everyone was instructed to be civil during this get together. Even Malleus tried to reassure him that he could take care of himself for one night, but Sebek was not budging. You had the slight desire to tell him that Malleus already left Diasomnia during the night to stand with you outside Ramshackle dorm. However, this would most likely lead to Sebek trying to sleep in the same room as Malleus, so you kept it to yourself.

Silver was also not overly excited at the invitation you extended to Malleus, solely because having to protect him during the night would cut into precious sleep time. You knew that they were just doing their jobs, but sometimes you just wished they would trust you with their Young Master a little more.

Malleus suggested to you privately that he could just sneak out like he always did, and you agreed to this as a last resort. It seems like you really wanted to get his bodyguards permission, so as to not end up on the end of Sebek's wrath in case he somehow discovered that Malleus left during the night. It also appears that you have a growing friendship with Sebek that you did not want to tarnish.

"What if Sebek and Silver guarded Malleus from outside Ramshackle dorm, and at the end of the festivities they can all come back to Diasomnia." Lilia suggests.

Silver immediately glares to show his distaste at the idea, and you didn't seem too keen on it either. Malleus would prefer to be with you, and the other dorm leaders he supposes, without the constant watch of his bodyguards. He wants to experience what he would assume to be an at least somewhat usual college party, which does not include Sebek and Silver. On the other hand, he also didn't want to squander this opportunity as he might not get another chance.

"Fine," Malleus sighs with a tired smile, "I supposed that is a workable compromise."

Sebek seems to blank for a millisecond before loudly expressing his agreement to the idea. You and Silver exchanged glances, then reluctantly agreed as well. Even if this isn't what you all expected, Malleus gives you a warm smile that you can't help but return.

He shows up to Ramshackle dorm with Sebek and Silver in tow and instructs them to stand guard at the entrance. He then slinks inside and joins the group of housewardens who are discussing what they want to do first. You bound into the room with an empty bottle and show it to Kalim as you whisper something. Immediately, Kalim nods his head in excitement before calling for everyone's attention.

"We're going to play spin the bottle!" He cheers.

Everyone else seems to respond with groans of disagreement or grunts of confusion. Malleus isn't sure how he's supposed to respond, mostly because he's not entirely sure what this game entails. Nonetheless, he's happy that he's here and that he's being invited to play.

You briefly explain the game to everyone, for which Malleus is very thankful. Although a little confusing when it comes to the point of the game, it seems straightforward enough. Malleus settles in the circle of dorm leaders on the opposite side of you. Kalim offers to go first and when the bottle lands on Riddle, he scooches over and plants a kiss on the Heartslabyul's lips. Instantly Riddle turns an astonishing color of red and he seems to have to restrain himself from collaring Kalim in that moment.

To take the attention away from Riddle, you spin the bottle and Malleus watches with great interest as it stops facing in his direction. He believes that he's supposed to wait for you to approach him, which you waste no time doing as you crawl over. He lets his mouth part slightly as you move in closer.

Your fingers travel up his sharp jawline to the bottom of his ears, then they softly brush against the pointed tips. Malleus feels a shudder roll through his body and has to fight to suppress it from showing too much. You smile knowingly before tracing further up to the base of his horns and you trace around them.

Malleus isn't sure if you mean this in the same intimate way that he is imagining, but he doesn't tell you to stop either way. He's silently loving the feeling of your fingers exploring around his head and his eyes flutter closed as you travel back down and cup his jaw. He feels you move closer and waits impatiently for your lips to meet his.

However, you tilt his head down slightly and kiss the center of his forehead instead. You linger there for a second before releasing him from your hands and backing away slightly. He opens his eyes at the loss of contact and notices the tingly feeling that's left where your lips were just pressed.

"How about we don't tell Sebek about this, I can't imagine the way he would react." You murmur to him, and he can't help but smile at your words.

"Agreed." He whispers back, keeping the fact that he's most definitely telling Lilia about this, for advice on the next step, to himself.

You retreat back into your spot in the circle, giving Malleus a smile before you turn your attention back to the game. On the other side of the circle, Malleus can still feel your fingers running over his head, your hands on his jaw, and your lips pressed against his forehead. He gazes lovingly at you, and he's starting to think it'll be a long night for his bodyguards waiting outside.

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Hands to Hold

Liam Dunbar x GN!Reader

It's the night of the senior scribe and Liam somehow convinced Scott and Stiles that he was in control during this full moon. You do admit that tying him to a tree might have been a little overboard, but everyone in the pack still have the occasional struggles. So, it was a little hard to believe Liam's claims.

Currently, you are volunteering at the hospital to help with the understaffing issue. Stiles approaches you at the reception desk with Liam in tow. He taps the desk while looking around the hall.

"Stiles, why are you looking around all suspiciously?" You ask through a sigh.

"We need someone to watch Liam while we're at the senior scribe."

"I thought he was tied to a tree." You mumble, looking through the list of current visitors.

"He says he's in control now, so we're dropping him off here." Stiles says, patting the desk with both his hands now.

"I'm working." You say, finally looking up at him.

"He won't bother you, right Liam?" Stiles looks back at Liam with a smile.

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna go find Scott." He says distractedly before leaving for the elevator.

"Yeah, he seems fine." You say with a loud whisper. Stiles rolls his eyes and leans against the desk,

"Will you keep an eye on him, please."

"Fine, just go do your senior scribe and have fun." You say with a smile, resting your head in your hand.

"Hey, when you two become seniors, you'll be able to add your names. I've gotta go find Scott and Malia." He says and waves goodbye as he also leaves for the elevator.

Liam comes back, this time with Scott, Stiles, and Malia in tow. The three of them leave while Liam lingers behind, leaning against the reception desk. He sighs as he looks around the hospital, then turns his gaze back to you.

Melissa comes to the reception desk, "I heard Liam's supposed to stay here with you, so I brought you an extra stool."

She sticks the stool behind the desk and gestures for Liam to sit with you. Once he does, she gives you both a smile, then leaves to attend to other things.

"How are you doing?" You ask, setting down the papers you had and turning your attention to Liam.

"I'm doing fine, not gonna run around naked again." He says with a laugh. You give him a laugh of your own, remembering how bizarre it was when Stiles called you in the middle of the night. As you look down at the papers sitting on the desk, you see Liam's hands clenched in fists despite the smile on his face.

"What's up with your hands?" You whisper, hovering your fingers above his fists.

Liam sighs heavily while he slowly opening his hands to reveal puncture marks in the center of his palms, most likely from his claws. You watch as the wounds actively heal in front of you as Liam speaks,

"So, maybe I'm not totally in control. Scott says it's because I'm still learning."

"He's right, it's fine if you're not in total control. Although it's unfortunate that your hands are paying the price." You say, cupping your hands under his and supporting them with your palms. The surprising softness of his hands and slight twitching of his fingers gives you an idea.

"Can I hold your hands?" You ask quietly, looking up at him. You can hear the shuddery breath leave him as he gives you a small nod. Giving him a little smile, you go from cupping his hands to lightly grabbing them and lacing your fingers with his.

Liam's claws make small indents in your skin, but slowly they retreat back into his fingertips. You rub your thumbs along his hands before checking to see if the cuts on his palms are healing. Luckily, they have healed to the point where they're scars, which are slowly disappearing already.

You rearrange your grip on his hands so that you can turn and look back through the list of visitors left. At some point you will have to close visitor hours, which means Liam will have to leave. It also means you'll have to decide whether or not you clock out early so you can stay with Liam.

Your thoughts are suddenly disrupted when the hospital doors violently swing open and Sherrif Stilinski rushes in with a wounded Parrish. You and Liam exchange glances before you page Melissa and go to find out what's going on, only sparing a small thought to the pack seniors at the high school.

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Here to Help

Liam Dunbar x Reader

The call wakes you up in the middle of the night, and after ignoring the sound time and time again, it becomes unbearable. You groan to yourself as you reach for your phone and press answer, "What the fresh hell do you want?"

"Hey Y/n, I know it's late, but I just left Liam's and he seems really bothered by something." You hear the voice say.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, "I kind of just woke up and need a little refresher. Who are you?"

"It's Mason, Mason Hewitt, I'm Liam Dunbar's best friend."

"Okay, now I'm caught up. You said Liam is being bothered?" You ask, sitting up in your bed and turning on the light.

"Yeah, he just seems worried or something. I'm not entirely sure what's going on with this new friendship he has with you and Scott and them, but maybe he'll tell you whatever he's hiding from me." Mason says, and you can hear the slight sadness in his voice at the thought that Liam may not trust him as much anymore.

"Uh, yeah, I can go check on him for you. I'll let you know what I can." You say, already out of bed and throwing on some presentable clothes. Mason thanks you before hanging up and leaving you in silence.

Luckily, it doesn't take you long to get to Liam's house and the weather is nice, so the walk over is comfortable. You debate climbing up the side of the house but decide on going through the front door.

Liam's stepdad answers the door and greets you with a confused expression, "Liam seems to be a popular guy tonight."

"I just got a text from Mason, apparently I forgot about a project for Coach's class. He said Liam was complaining because we're supposed to work together, and he doesn't want to be put on the bench for lacrosse. Thought I might as well ease his worries as quick as possible." You explain with a tired smile, still feeling sleepy from Mason's abrupt call.

"I see, well he's up in his room," Liam's stepdad says while moving aside, "does he know you're here?"

"Nah, he doesn't, but I'll try and not surprise him." You walk into the house and head to Liam's room.

"Liam? It's Y/n," You knock on the door and when there's no response you push it open, "Liam?"

The scream he lets out is honestly incredible. You may even argue that it can rival Lydia's banshee scream. To say it throws you for a loop is an understatement and you're surprised his stepdad doesn't come running upstairs.

Liam quickly flicks the light on, still catching his breath and you can see his eyes going wild, "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Mason called me, he said you were bothered by something." You say with a hand on your forehead as you also try to catch your breath.

"Well now I'm bothered." Liam sighs, sitting up in his bed. You almost laugh at his words but decide against it based on how truly shaken the boy in front of you looks.

You both stay still for a while, and you notice how Liam looks at the dark corners of his room before taking more deep breaths.

"Okay," You sit on the edge of his bed, "let's talk about what's bothering you."

"What do you mean?" He mumbles, looking down at his hands which are fiddling in his lap.

"You're scared of something, and I think anyone would be able to see it." You say, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn't you continue,

"Kira told me about your fight with the Berserkers, and how shaken up you seemed by it. You know you can talk to any of us about it, we won't judge you."

Liam stays quiet for a little bit before releasing a soft sigh and curling his legs in more, giving you more room to get comfortable on his bed, before saying, "I keep seeing them everywhere. It's like they're haunting me."

"Well, that makes sense, I mean those things are terrifying. Honestly, I think they make everyone scared." You say, thinking about how threatening the Berserker's presence is.

"How do you guys deal with this ... all the fear and uncertainty of everything going on." Liam asks.

"Well, I think everyone has different methods, and you don't have to worry about following exactly what Scott does. Hell, even Scott is still learning, and some things that work for him might not work for you. I can tell you what I do, but don't feel discouraged if it doesn't work. We can work together to find what does, because that's one of the things packmates are for." You tell him.

"I just don't want to seem weaker than the rest of you, I mean you're all so much more knowledgeable compared to me." Liam sighs, resting his head in his hands.

You reach out and pull one of his hands into yours before you speak, "Trust me Liam, we are not much farther along than you when it comes to knowledge. I mean you and I are both freshmen and the only reason I know more is because I came here as a werewolf and Derek's family happened to know mine. Plus, you were very abruptly thrown into this, you shouldn't feel weaker in any way. You've got to give yourself more time to process it all."

Liam nods his head, shyly looking at you through the hand that still covers his face. You give his hand a squeeze and give him a kind smile, giving him some time to respond. When he doesn't you continue,

"But you don't have to deal with all of that right now, for now let's focus on getting through the night."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Liam breathes out, rubbing his face before removing his hand and letting it fall to his knees. He takes a deep breath then looks away from you while asking,

"Can you stay a little longer?"

"I will stay as long as you want me to," You reply, glancing over at the game console in Liam's room, "how about we play a game."

"Yeah, that would be nice."

You and Liam go and sit on the floor, grabbing the controllers and booting up the console. After a couple rounds Liam seems to loosen up and relax, seemingly forgetting about his worries for the time being. Eventually, he starts to doze off with his head resting against his bed and you decide to move him from the floor to his bed after you turn the console and tv off.

"Seems like your adrenaline has worn off." You whisper to him, and he gives you a sleepy nod. You brush some of his hair away from his eyes and then slowly leave the room.

Liam's stepdad is still awake as you shut the door and make your way back to the main room of the house. He looks up as you enter and gives you a smile before he speaks,

"Thank you, Y/n, for talking to him. I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm glad he has people who are trying to help him."

"Yeah, I will always help Liam, that's what friends are for. I was actually wondering if it would be okay if I stayed the night, it's kinda late and my family has gone to bed." You ask, twisting your fingers together in nervousness. Honestly, you felt bad leaving Liam to wake up alone when you were there when he fell asleep.

"Uh, yeah, I guess that's alright, thank you for asking me." Liam's stepdad says as he stands up, "just no funny business."

He gives a laugh at the look of shock that crosses your face before bidding you goodnight and leaving the room. You turn on your heel and walk back into Liam's room where he gives you a sleepy look.

"Are you leaving?" He whispers, and you feel your heart clench at the sad look in his eyes.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay the night, if that works for you."

"Yeah, that works." He hides his face in the pillow and you can see his consciousness slipping back into sleep.

"Goodnight Liam." You say, getting on the other side of his bed which is luckily quite large.

"Goodnight Y/n." Liam responds, and you hear him take a deep breath before settling further into the bed. His hand reaches out and you intertwine your fingers with his as he turns off the light. Slowly, his grip slackens as he falls into a deeper sleep.

Before sleep fully comes, you remember to text Mason and tell him that Liam is alright. As you send the text, you think about how grateful you are that he decided to call you instead of someone else. You give Liam's hand one more squeeze before settling into the bed, ready for one of the best sleeps of your life.

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Accusations and Embarrassment

Thranduil x GenderNeutral!Reader

You were quite appalled, to say the least. Not only had your husband Thranduil, the king of Mirkwood, irrationally accused you of setting the dwarves free, but then he went and left the kingdom for battle without informing you. He often did this, leaving on his own so that he could keep you safe in the kingdom. Normally it would not bother you as much since you often went spider hunting with Legolas and Tauriel, but at the moment you were itching for something to take your anger out on.

You could not believe the audacity your husband had to accuse you of letting the dwarves out of their cells. You really had no possible reason to, aside from maybe a slight curiosity that had you wondering whether they could actually kill Smaug the dragon. It was not difficult to find out who must have opened the cells when the guards came back reporting one hobbit who was previously uncounted for.

The urge to grab more soldiers and join in on the five armies battle was strong, but you knew it would be a risk to leave the kingdom without anyone from the royal family. Plus, it was an even greater risk to take more soldiers since Thranduil had taken a large surplus. You did, however, send a messenger to your husband with the message on who truly let the dwarves out.

When the battle was over, and your husband returned with the soldiers, it did not help relinquish your anger since he did not apologize for his previous accusations. There was also the fact that he had let Legolas go off on his own without having him come back to say a proper goodbye. Although you were pleased by the letter your son sent you which explained his reasoning for leaving.

Nonetheless, Thranduil had yet to spend much time conversing with you, let alone giving you an apology. Instead, he was busy planning a celebratory ball for the defeat of Smaug as well as the new relations with Dale and Erebor. You had managed to avoid these duties, and release some of your anger, by once again joining the spider hunts. You used the excuse of Legolas leaving as your reason for leaving the royal duties to your husband.

The night of the ball approached fast and soon you were getting dressed in your chambers. Thranduil had apparently left earlier, but you did not have much time to think of it before Tauriel appeared to escort you to the ball. You entered the ballroom with a flourish, all eyes gravitating to the both of you.

"Welcome everyone! Thank you all for coming and please have an enjoyable time!" You addressed the audience with a smile. Many people smiled in return, with some clapping at your introduction.

You could see Thranduil hiding a smile where he sat on a makeshift throne that was placed in the ballroom. A glass of wine was placed in your hand once you had finished speaking and you accepted it gratefully. You slowly made your way through the ballroom towards the throne, conversing with almost everyone you passed as you went.

Apparently, you had been taking too long trying to appease the guests because as the third song came to a close your husband strolled up behind you.

"You look lovely this evening." He complimented, much to the adoration of the elder elves you were previously speaking with. He was a little caught off guard when you simply gave him a smile then went back to your conversation.

"Oh, your highness, your glass is almost empty." One of the elves said, pointing to your glass.

"Let me get you some more my dear." Thranduil offered, extending his hand to take your glass. You handed him the glass without even a glance in his direction this time.

Some of the elder elves raised their eyebrows, looking between you and Thranduil. One of the older ladies that you were currently talking to was hiding a knowing smile behind a cough. Now Thranduil was shocked, part of him upset that you were ignoring him in front of the other elves and part of him anxious about how much longer you were planning on keeping this up.

He silently got you more wine then rejoined the group that was formed around you. You did thank him as you took the glass back, it's not like you wanted to appear ungrateful.

The conversation continued with you keeping your attention off your husband. For a while he dealt with just keeping an arm around your waist and making his own conversations with some of the guests.

Eventually a slower song began and Thranduil extended one of his hands in front of you, an invitation to join him in a dance. The temptation to refuse him was high, solely because he had still not apologized for the previous accusations he threw at you. However, you decided that would be a touch too disrespectful and embarrassing to him.

So, you took his hand and let him lead you to the middle of the ballroom. Other couples started to surround you and join in on the dance. You let Thranduil twirl you around a little before you put the slightest amount of distance between you two so that you could look at him.

"Oh, so my spouse has finally decided to look at me." He whispers, trying to keep the conversation private.

You gave him a smile, but still did not verbally respond to him. Instead, you looked at him expectedly, waiting for an apology.

"Oh, but you still will not speak to me." Thranduil said, and you could see the gears turning behind his eyes.

"Why do you think that is?" You asked him, furrowing your brows as if you were also thinking of an answer. Thranduil's silence told you all you needed to know, that he had completely brushed over the situation that had happened only a little bit ago.

"Perhaps it is because you accused me of releasing the dwarves from their cells even though you had no proof and then proceeded to not apologize once the real culprit was revealed." You continued, helping him find the answer.

Realization dawned on his features, and he slightly bowed his head which caused his forehead to lean against yours. You kept your eyes locked with his as he thought about what he wanted to say.

"You're right, I had no right to accuse you of such a thing. I should have taken the time to get more information before I put the blame on anyone. I will not make excuses for my actions. However, know that I am deeply sorry for accusing you as well as for neglecting to notice my mistake and for not realizing that you were upset." Thranduil spoke quietly, keeping his head bowed and his forehead touching yours.

"Apology accepted, and you do look quite dashing yourself tonight." You replied, smiling widely at your husband before taking a quick scan of the gorgeous king of Mirkwood.

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A Warming Spell

Theo Raeken x Reader

It was snowing so hard already that you could barely see the road you were driving on. It was a white-out blizzard that had started too suddenly for you to prepare. So, now you were practically crawling along the road, trying to get home.

'Of course the pack meeting had to go late.' You thought, regretting your choice to leave the McCall residence instead of staying the night.

The roads were getting icier as time went on and you were starting to consider pulling over and waiting the snow out. Your car had everything you needed to keep warm for a short while with the car off, and you had a half tank of gas in case you needed to keep the car on. You knew it wasn't environmentally friendly to keep the car running, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your choice was suddenly made for you when you saw a truck on the side of the road, covered in a couple inches of snow. You knew it could be dangerous to stop and talk to a stranger in a snowstorm, but your moral compass had to check and see if they were okay.

You pulled off to the side of the road, parking behind the truck. You got out and made your way through the snow to the back of the vehicle. You dusted the snow off of the license plate and immediately felt your stomach drop at the one you saw.

'Theo Raeken's truck.' You thought to yourself. Part of you was tempted to get back in your car and leave the cruel chimera here. He had been horrible to the pack and put you all through hell. However, the other part of you forced your body to move forward and check the vehicle further.

Looking in the back of the truck, you saw Theo curled up in a ball with his jacket acting like a blanket. He was shivering, which assured you that he was alive at least a little, but you couldn't tell if he was awake or not.

You knocked sharply on the door and saw Theo's body flinch, but he didn't move much. He looked almost stuck in the position, frozen solid. You whispered an unlocking spell onto the handle of the door and then clicked it open.

Theo shivered harder when the outside cold seeped in, and although you saw him struggling to move, his body wasn't cooperating.

"Theo, it's Y/n." You didn't really know what else to say. Theo tensed up at the sound of your voice.

"Leave me alone." He chattered out, his voice almost incomprehensible.

"Absolutely not." You replied, reaching into the truck and attempting to pull him into a sitting position.

"Let me go!" He screamed ... or tried to scream. You could tell that he was forcing his body to move and that each movement sparked pain.

"Theo calm down, I want to help you." You say, holding onto his shoulders with your hands. You almost pulled back at the feeling of his freezing body.

"You don't want to help me. You don't trust me. None of you trust me," he said through chattering teeth, "and I don't trust you."

"Well, you're not wrong, but I can't just let you freeze here. Even if you are a supernatural being, there is a very likely chance of you freezing to death in this weather." You explained, slowly backing away from the truck. Theo stayed put, even with his eyes pleading to you.

"At least come sit in my car and warm up a little." You offered, holding both of your hands out. Theo sighed softly, his head nodding slightly. You reached back into the truck, taking his body into your arms and walking back to your car. You set him in the passenger's seat and then closed the door and walked around to your side.

"You are surprisingly strong." Theo mumbled, curling in on himself.

"I used this." You said, pulling out a strength charm that you always kept with you. You turned the heat in the car up and grabbed some blankets from the back seat. Theo thanked you, but his body was still shivering and tense.

"Let me see your hands." You pulled on his arm, turning him to face you. He let you move him, and you took his hands in yours. You stopped for a second to look at them. They were purple and even though he was warming up, there was the possibility that his fingers might freeze off.

You brought his hands closer to your mouth, breathing a warming spell into his palms. Instantly, his body shivers at the temperature change and he lets out a gasp.

"You couldn't have done that before?" He questioned.

"I'm not the best at temperature spells, and it helps if my body is the same temperature that I'm trying to mimic." You explained, setting his hands back down. He nodded in understanding, bringing his hands closer to his body again. You saw his body relax into the seat and eventually you were met with the sound of him sleeping.

A quick look at your gas tank had you slightly panicking. It was starting to go down and now you needed the warmth of the car for Theo. You took a look at your phone, specifically the maps app, and saw the gas station only a little down the road.

"Theo," you said, shaking his shoulder, "I need to get gas. Do you mind if I drive down to the gas station?"

He shook his head sleepily, and you take that as your signal to go. You slowly pulled back onto the road even though the snow hadn't let up much. Eventually, you make it to the gas station and pull into one of the spots. As you got out to get gas Theo's hand wrapped around your wrist with a tense expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" You asked, taking his hand in yours. You watch his face turn to surprise at the soft gesture.

"Where are we?" He asked, looking around his surroundings.

"The gas station? I asked you if you were okay with me driving down."

"I don't remember that." He mumbled, searching his memories.

"Well, you were half asleep," you laughed out, "let me get some gas, then we can talk."

He lets your hand go and you go out to fill the tank up. Once it's all done, you get back in the car and close the door.

"Personally, I think our smartest option is to stay here until it stops snowing." You said, looking through the windshield at the white sheets of snow. You saw Theo shift uncomfortably in the corner of your eye, so you continued,

"Since your truck is snowed in, there's low visibility, and the roads are icy. Plus, we can always refuel if we need to since we're at the gas station."

"That makes sense." Theo sighed, leaning back against the seat.

"And when the snow clears, what do you want to do?" You questioned before adding, "you're welcome to stay at my home for a little bit, until the roads are cleared."

"You'd let me into your house?" Theo asked in surprise.

"I just saved your life and I'd like to believe you don't stoop low enough to kill the person who saved you." You shrugged, grabbing another blanket from the back seat for yourself.

"Okay." Theo said before settling down against the car door. You raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing as his breathing started to even out again.

He looked so peaceful while he was sleeping, and now you weren't regretting your decision to help him. You softly brushed his hair out of his face before covering him more with the blanket. Even if you might get reprimanded by the pack for this later, you were content with your choices of the night.

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