Multi-Fandom Imagines

Hello there! It really has been [throws calender out the window] a while!

I'm glad that story got you into writing! It was honestly a very fun little idea when I first started writing it and it hasn't completely left my brain.

I'm gonna be honest, a big part of me wants to go back and finish it, but if I do I'm gonna need to start from the beginning again cuz the one who started that story is not the same one I am now askjdda

I do have ideas on how I'd go about re-starting it but this time I gotta hold myself to the "Finish it completely before publishing" standard or I'll keep going back and editing stuff I've already published

(Of course! Sorry for the wait btw!)

Pain. Suffering. Humiliation.

That’s all Draco Malfoy had known since he came to Hogwarts. 

There was humiliation where people recognized Harry Potter, who was no better than a simple Muggle with parlor tricks, as greater than him. A Pureblood with a distinguished family! 

There was suffering when he retired to his rooms, the quiet of the dorms allowing the harsh words of his father to echo in his head. The threats and promises of disappointment should he not live up to his father’s expectations.

And the pain. The pain of the humiliation and suffering roiling inside him. The pain of being compared endlessly to his father. The pain of bearing his father’s sins and being expected to uphold them. The pain of molding himself to those expectations simply because they were too hard to fight.

But even through the pain, he was granted hope. A light he could cling to in his dark, foreboding world. 

He didn’t know by what power he was given this gift. But he would cherish it. Even if he didn’t know how to express that.

You came into his life, a whirlwind of quiet snarks in class followed by challenging glares when he overstepped a boundary or fell back into the habit of cruelty. You took his cold, empty world and tore a seam of light in it.

And as he shivered on the bridge in the early morning, stars still out and the sky dark, he mused that the world reflected his internal battle. His eyes drifted across the horizon, watching as the first rays of the sun sliced its way into the sky. He felt your shivering form press up against his own, a small ember of warmth blossoming between you.

(This is a really adorable ask!! So sorry for the long wait btw ^.^’)

“Squish-”

“Stop it.”

“Squishy squish-”

“Ced, I”m serious.”

“Hi, Serious-”

“I hate you so much.”

“I’m Cedric, the love of your life.”

Giving a scathing, deadly glare was almost a required trait to be in Slytherin. The narrowed eyes, the silent look of wishing death upon the recipient, and the ominous aura of dark intentions would normally be enough to make anyone of the receiving end of your glare turn and run for the nearest teacher.

But instead of running or hiding or doing anything to stop your glare, the smug Hufflepuff Seeker merely smushed your cheeks between his palms again and grinned widely.

“I still hate you,” You muttered, your words muffled by the current position your cheeks were in. Cedric’s only response was an unfairly adorable giggle before he pulled you in to kiss your forehead then rest his forehead against yours. 

“That’s practically a marriage proposal coming from you.” He teased, kissing your forehead again. 

You responded by giving him a raspberry and pouted up at him. Your cheeks were absolutely not burning, no sir.

“Cedric!” You whined, pulling his hands off your cheeks “You’re embarrassing me!” 

Cedric chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you tightly. “It’s not my fault that you’re so adorable!” He cooed.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed in response. 

“You make it sound like you’ve never done this to me before,” Cedric teased, nudging you with his elbow. 

“I do not!!” You narrowed your eyes and shifted your gaze away from your giggling Seeker. You humped and crossed your arms.

(You didn’t specify a prompt list but I’m guessing it’s the kissing one, yes? So sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy!)

19. Shy Kiss

28. First Kiss

67. When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

Stargazing picnic dates were your favorite dates.

Just you, Sans, and the entire expansion of the universe set above you.

But with your face gently cupped in Sans’ hands, and with you returning the gesture, the universe was standing right in your arms. You felt Sans’ bony cheek nuzzle into your palm and a warm smile spread across your face as the two of you leaned in once more.

Blue magic surged on Sans’ cheekbones as he felt your breath softly brush against his teeth. His thumb brushed against your lower lip and heat bloomed on your cheeks.

Nothing to worry about here, just the first kiss, right?

Acting on reflex (before you could second guess yourself or overthink the situation), you pulled Sans close, eliminating the distance between your mouths. 

Your eyes shut tight as you leaned into the touch, Sans’ eyes widened in shock before slowly sinking closed. He pulled you into his arms and settled you in his lap, the hand cupping your cheek tightened as he angled your head to deepen the kiss.

You felt your body melt in his arms and a pleasant sigh left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heart and his soul pounded as one before Sans suddenly pulled away, holding you delicately in his arms.

“I’m sorry-” Sans whispered, his blue eyelights wide with shock, as the ever present urge to second-guess himself crept in. “-are you sure you-” 

You tugged his neck and kissed him fiercely, molding your body to his until you felt him relax completely in your arms. “That answer your question?” You teased, a shy grin spreading across your features.

You felt Sans chuckle as he hugged you tightly “Then may I do it again?” He asked in a low voice, with a crooked, lovestruck grin on his face.

AN: Kay so this story snatched my brain and ran so imma put a read more cut in here, sorry! Hope you enjoy!!

Go to Hogwarts, they said.

Get sorted into Slytherin, they said.

It’ll be fun, they said.

Looking around you at the mostly empty classroom with Finch up at the front desk, you mentally noted to have a few words with whoever said Hogwarts life would be fun and easy.

You sighed loudly and plopped your chin in your palm and glared at the wall.

Is it too late to plead innocent?

Your eyes glanced over to Mrs. Norris who was perched on Filch’s desk and felt a chill run down your spine when she stopped her grooming to stare at you with her unblinking red eyes.

Yeah detention really sucked at Hogwarts…

Although from what you heard from some of the older students, detention was usually served in the kitchens. So why were you in an empty classroom?

Your eyes darted around the room trying to find a clock of some kind to see how long you’ve been stuck there. You eventually found an ornate grandfather clock that informed you that it’s been...five minutes?!?!!!

It’s only been five minutes since you were brought in???

Sweet Merlin’s ankle socks this was torture-

You let out a frustrated growl and flopped your head on the desk.

“Hey!!” Filch’s gravelly voice cut through the room and seemed to echo around your skull. “No sudden movements you little runt! One more peep outta you and I’ll chain you to the ceiling!” 

Normally, you’d ignore Filch’s threats. But you were bored so you decided to enjoy a few moments of sass.

“Likely story, Filch.” You responded dryly, not even looking up at the squib groundskeeper. “Everyone knows Dumbledore won’t let you abuse us students like that.” 

Filch snarled and stomped his boots on the floor. “Watch your tongue, wretch! I am your superior and you will respect my authority or I will have you whipped!”

“There will be no whipping of anyone, Mister Argus Filch.” The stern yet maternal voice of Professor Sprout interrupted Filch’s tantrum. 

The Hufflepuff’s Head of House strode in with her head held high and a firm gaze. “Mister Filch, we talked about threatening students with torture.” Her tone conveyed a sense of frustration and disappointment and you were genuinely surprised to see Filch cower before the woman with an embarrassed look on his face.

You perked up eagerly, internally grinning at what just happened. Was it too much to hope Professor Sprout would save you from this death via boredom detention?

Filch mumbled out an apology and crossed his arms. 

Professor Sprout smiled and nodded her head “Apology accepted.” She turned to you and nodded a hello “Hope you’re doing well, Dearie.” She said softly.

Warmth and hope bloomed in your chest at the endearing nickname. Freedom was so close you could almost taste it!

“I’m doing well now that I know I won’t be shackled to the ceiling,” You grinned at her, not bothering to look at Filch who huffed in annoyance.

Sprout chuckled softly “I’m glad I could ease your mind, Dearie. But I’m afraid that’s all the saving I can do.”

Betrayal!

Here’s a link to the prompts that I’m taking requests from:

2012!Michelangelo

When you first meet, Mikey is a little...confused why his new friend chooses not to speak. He loves speaking and can’t comprehend why someone would choose not to.

But as your friend, Mikey makes it his duty to support your decision! After all, “I can talk plenty for the both of us!!” 

If you use it or have an interest in learning, Mikey will 100% be down to learn sign language(s) to have active conversations with you so you aren’t limited to facial expressions, charades, or a thumbs up/down.

(Side note, due to Mikey being so close with his mute friend, the two are not allowed to be a team during charade games at the Lair because they’re too powerful as a team)

When Mikey starts developing feelings for his friend, he tries to drop subtle hints.

Ya know, casually grabbing his friend’s hand to hold then releasing the hand because they need the hand to sign. Wrapping his arms around them in tight hugs, not wanting to let go, etc.

And that’s when his friend hits him with the most dizzying display of trust he’s ever experienced.

His friend talks to him. In their voice. It’s gravelly and unused but to Mikey it’s one of the most cherished things in the multiverse to him.

Expect him to be stunned in silence for a while before he gets big eyes and pulls his friend in for a bone crushing hug while he gushes about how proud he is to be trusted by them.

Rise!Michelangelo

Very similar to 2012 Mikey, he’ll be a little confused why someone chooses not to speak but respects and supports their decision nonetheless.

He’ll also learn some sign language to make communication with his friend easier but he’ll also add lots of arts and crafts to help his friend express themselves as much as possible without speaking. He’s a very energetic and expressive person by nature so he has no problem with finding the best outlet to help his friend express themself.

As clever as Mikey can be, it will take a long while to realize that his feelings toward his best friend are no longer platonic but romantic. And that event will come in the form of his friend speaking to him in the privacy of a New York rooftop pillowfort.

A simple quiet, hoarse “Thank you” followed by a hand squeeze and a wide grin is all it takes for Mikey to spiral into ten different emotions at the same time, absolutely reeling at the fact you trust him enough to speak to him and dEAR SWEET PIZZA SUPREME IN THE SKY YOU SPOKE TO HIM AND WHY IS HIS HEART BEATING SO FAST, STOP IT!!

He may or may not give his friend a blank look of shock for a few seconds before absolutely melting while stuttering out a “You’re welcome” and a tight hug.

Oooohhh, this is a really intersting thought!

SG!Megs would be really excited to see his old friend, he’d be beyond relieved to see them alive and safe after a brutal war with the Autobots. 

But when his friend recoils from him and screams threats at him and accuses him for being guilty of the crimes committed by the Optimus the False Prime, he’s confused and hurt but mostly confused because he never did those things.

It’s only after a long while of trying to get his friend to open up and talk to him does he discover they come from a universe where he is the raging Warlord and Optimus is the gentle yet deadly Guardian.

Needless to say SG!Megatron is very...conflicted about this situation.

He doesn’t understand how there could possibly be a version of him who lets his anger and authority corrupt him into something evil. He doesn’t understand how there can be two (or more) versions of the same planet and the same war with the same bots.

Had he not been in the middle of a war, he’d be fascinated by this. 

Ultimately, he’d probably want to offer his friend shelter. Let them decide if they want to stay here with him or if they want to go back to their dimension.