Male Reader, son of Big Bad Wolf
Summary/Background Information: Y/n grew up with the "core four", and the five kids being very tight-knit. Carlos and Y/n began dating when they were about 14- a year or two before the events of this imagine. All was going as decently as it could when living on the isle- however that changes when his friends and partner are invited to Auradon. Without him. What happens when they come back?
3rd Person POV
Y/n stares at the sight ahead of him, taking in the view.
The familiar clusters of little buildings and alleyways, strung with banners and posters; people bustling through the streets attempting to make a home out of a dump. The strong smell that emits from not only the small city but the residents as well- and it's all tucked behind the big gate that stands tall at the very front of the isle, the arch just barely brushing the storm cloud decorating the land.
But most importantly, past all of that, lays the Kingdom of Auradon
A castle, big and built of brick and fancy columns- the place only the most privileged and lucky people could call home.
The place Y/n despises with every bone in his body.
He sits on top of the VK's old hideout, legs dangling over the trim of the roof. It would've been recognized as abandoned by now, if it weren't for his frequent visits.
Its walls linger with memories, laughter he once had memorized but now can barely recall. The teens used to sneak away from their own houses, finding refuge in the rundown building. They would run through the streets, stealing whatever made it to their hands first and leaving murals on dirty walls.
This "hideout" used to be so full of life. Now it's just...empty.
On nights like this, Y/n found himself still sleeping over. The beds are still in tact, and it's much better than his house. Being the oldest of 7 siblings, it's easy to feel a bit overwhelmed, over crowded. Even if it's lonely here.
Sighing, the boy looks down at his lap, bathing in the cold air of the night.
It's been harder and harder to sit here- to reminisce all the time. Even the spot where he now sits, it reminds him of Carlos- their date nights, where they managed to escape the group and find privacy here.
He moves to lean back on his hands- only to bump his fist against a small can. His sharp eyes dart to it as it rattles, rolling to a stop a few inches away. It's familiar- how convenient.
Picking it up slowly, his thumb smooths over the crinkled metal.
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"3 points!" Carlos laughs, white hair falling into his eyes as he spins on his heel to look at his boyfriend. Y/n stands behind him with a big grin, offering an high five.
"Good throw baby," he tangles his fingers into Carlos', "now try hitting that lamp right there." He nods at a dirty old lamp across the alley.
Carlos looks over, contemplating,
"How much?"
"Hmm...5 points."
"Nuh uh! That's atleast an 8!" Carlos grins, despite his complaint, as he sets his throwing-rock down on the roof top.
Y/n scoffs, despite his obvious smirk,"Oh please, you'd be lucky if it was a 6!"
The eye roll that earns him just fuels the quirk of his lips- watching as Carlos gives in, picking his rock up once more and aiming for the already broken lamp. He reels his arm back, setting aim.
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FanfictionJust a few imagines of random characters. I'll do stuff like; Encanto, MHA, newsies, ATLA, pretty much the stuff you'll see in my bio. I take requests. Some will be fem reader, some male, and some gender neutral- mostly male reader though At the en...
