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worldlxvlys · 3 months

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matt sturniolo x singer! reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, grinding

a/n: hope you enjoyyyy <33

“thank you guys so much for all the support and coming out here tonight” i said into the microphone.

the audience members replied with deafening applause and cheers.

i laughed into the microphone, still soaking in this unreal experience.

i had gotten about halfway through my set, and now was just taking a quick breather.

“i also wanted to give a huge thank you to my best friends, for always being there for me and constantly showering me with love and support” i said as i glanced over to the triplets.

best friends. well, two of them were my best friends. matt, however, was more than that to me.

we were dating, but we hadn’t told the fans yet, not wanting to deal with the hate that would most likely come with it.

but the fans aren’t dumb.

due to their insane attention to details, they were easily able to pick up on the feelings that matt and i had for one another. they just didn’t know that we’ve acted on them.

once i put out my first album of songs, titled chemistry, the fans quickly realized i was with someone. they had their suspicions, but i never confirmed that it was about matt.

most of the tracks on the album were love songs that i wrote over the years. they weren’t even necessarily for matt, i just wrote them whenever i was overwhelmed by my feelings for him and needed a way to get them out.

song writing helped me to process my feelings, and it just so happens that matt takes up almost every thought in my brain.

“i wouldn’t have made it this far without you guys and i’ll never truly be able to put into words how grateful i am” i said while looking at the boys in the VIP section.

in response, nick smiled and blew kisses while recording the interaction, like a proud mom at their child’s performace; chris did an awkward happy dance and screamed “we love you!” , and matt sat there with a lovesick look on his face and a shit-eating grin.

after a few more, we got to my favorite song on the setlist.

“this next song, literally just came out and is already doing so well, and i thank you for that” i was met with more applause.

after introducing the song, the first few chords played and then stopped, teasing the audience.

they went wild. after a few seconds, the intro really started to play.

MATT’S POV

i been knowing you for long enough

damn, i need you right now

she looks so good. her outfit was tight, fitting her in all the right places and accentuating her curves.

you can take your time, don’t have to rush

this might take us a while

she sounds incredible live. her voice is smooth as she effortlessly slides through the runs, never missing a note.

i left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way

when you get here don’t you say a word, got no time to play

she might genuinely be a siren, luring me in with her seductive, yet somehow sweet and innocent-sounding voice. her tone is crystal clear and it almost makes me want to cry.

we can go all the time

we can move fast, then rewind

when you put your body on mine

and collide, collide

she starts to sway her hips to the beat, and i genuinely think i might lose it.

wanna see your body on mine

and collide, collide

her skin is coated with a light layer of sweat, making her body glisten under the lights. she looks like a goddess.

baby it’s all yours if you want me,

all yours if you want me

she looked directly at me when she sang this line, and the feeling of the intense eye contact went straight to my dick.

put it down if you want me tonight

she smirked lightly, no doubt enjoying how red my face was turning. she knows what she’s doing.

she made her way through the song, continuing to tease me. she would slowly run a hand down her body or lean forward to sing to the crowd, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.

god, they look like they’re gonna fall out of her top.

when she got to the bridge, i swear the sound of her voice alone almost made my eyes roll back.

i know that this is love when we touch boy

you got my heart

and can’t nobody make me feel like you do

boy like you do

the fact that there was so much tension between us, despite being so far away was driving me crazy.

it could be one of those nights

where we don’t turn off the lights

wanna see your body on mine and collide, collide

i could listen to the sound of her voice for the rest of my life.

i love it when she talks, when she laughs, when she sings, when she moans.

i swear when she hits certain notes, it almost sounds like she’s moaning. but no one else knows that, because i’m the only one who pulls those sounds from her pretty mouth.

those pretty lips, always soft and glossy, perfect for kissing.

by this point, my dick was throbbing as it pressed against my jeans.

said it’s all yours if you want me,

all yours if you want me

put it down if you want me

let’s collide

her head fell back as she finished the last note, basking in the endless amounts of applause she received.

her neck looks so pretty, i need to kiss it.

she looks up at me again, moving her tongue across her teeth.

yeah, she’s definitely doing this on purpose.

the further she got through her setlist, the more turned on i was.

her tits bounced when she jumped around during her upbeat songs.

at one point, she was full-on twerking. she threw her ass in a circle, her skirt riding up the slightest bit. i fully thought i was going to cum in my pants.

after she finished the last song, she began to adjust her skirt while she gave her closing speech. when she moved her hand, i saw the waistband of her panties peek through.

waistband, if you could even call it that. it became evident that she was wearing a g-string under her skirt.

i completely zoned out of what she was saying, too focused on all of the filthy thoughts that began to flood my mind.

before i knew it, there was another round of applause before she walked off of the stage.

suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

READER POV

after a few minutes, i heard a knock on my dressing room door.

i opened the door to reveal matt and i quickly pulled him in before closing and locking the door.

“hi baby” i whispered.

“hi my love” he said before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“you did amazing, baby. and you sound better and better every time you sing”

i looked down bashfully, the corner of my lips turning up into a grin. “thanks”

he placed his finger under my chin, pushing it up to look at him.

“ you shy now, baby? didn’t seem like it when you were shaking your ass on that stage”

i glanced at his lips before looking back up at his eyes.

“you liked that, baby?” i asked as i turned around, moving my hair over my shoulder.

i began to grind on him, moving my ass on his hard dick.

“fuck yes, baby. shittt” he groaned as one of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other moving to grab my boob through my top.

the hand that was around my waist moved under my panties, gently rubbing my clit.

“fuckkkk matt” i sighed out, my head pressing against the door.

his breathing got heavy as he rutted his hips against my ass, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

“talk to me baby, please. gotta here that pretty voice” he choked out as his voice got slightly higher in pitch.

“ yeah baby? like the way my ass feels against your bulge? want me to twerk on you?” before he could answer, i bent over slightly.

my skirt inched up, exposing my ass and making his fully erect cock dig into it.

“fuck! you can’t do that, baby. i’m gonna cum”

“take these off for me” i said, pulling on his jeans.

he quickly complied, unbuckling his belt and pulling them off while i turned around to face him.

he swiftly picked me up, bringing me over to a vanity and placing me down on top of it.

my back was pressed up against the mirror, which was cool against my burning skin.

he brought his lips to mine in a hot, desperate kiss.

his hands crept under my skirt, pulling my panties off without breaking the kiss.

he smoothly pocketed them before collecting my wetness with his finger, using it as a lubricant to push his digit inside of me.

“shit, matt” i moaned out as he fucked me with his finger.

i reached down between us, stroking his length through his boxers.

he added another finger, stretching me out.

“oh my god, matt. so fucking good” my eyebrows furrowed as i leaned my forehead against his.

“gotta make sure my princess is nice and stretched, never wanna hurt you” he spoke between grunts.

i moved my fingers to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and watching his dick slap his stomach.

his tip was red and covered in pre-cum.

he removed his fingers from my aching pussy while i pumped him a few times, before guiding him inside of me.

we both groaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing him as i took him inch by inch.

he gave me a minute to adjust before thrusting into me deep and hard.

i screamed his name, probably loud enough for anyone outside of the room to hear.

“yes baby, lemme hear that gorgeous voice. god, i love hearing you say my name”

matt pushed his hips up into mine with full force, his hands on my waist to hold me steady.

“you feel so good wrapped around me like this baby. you’re so good” he whispered.

he pushed me into the mirror with each thrust, producing a loud thud each time it hit the wall.

the vanity shook under me as he kept up his relentless pace.

matt took my legs and hooked them over his shoulder, continuing to ram into me.

i felt my orgasm approaching, and i grabbed onto matt’s biceps, needing something to hold onto.

“matt matt matt, i’m gonna cum!” i yelled frantically.

“me too, give it to me baby. wanna feel you dripping down my cock” his words sent me over the edge.

with a final cry i released all over him, while he filled me up.

he thrusted a few more times, helping us ride out our highs before pulling out.

“god damn” i whispered out as we watched our juices spill out of me.

“you’re so fucking amazing” he said as he cleaned us up.

after we got dressed and made our appearances look somewhat presentable we stepped out of the dressing room.

“where are your brothers?” i asked with furrowed brows.

i pulled out my phone and saw a text from nick.

we’re going outside to wait. we can hear you freaky fucks from across the venue.

matt and i looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

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sturnioloskyline · 1 month

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Idk if your right something like this but I’d find it so silly if you could! So the idea is Matts girlfriend and she’s has ADHD and she like vocal stims a lot when she’s comfortable around people,and she’s always saying the most outrageous things she hears from TikTok’s as a vocal stim ( I can’t go a second with out going “ hundred bans in my panties” because the cortisa star song that’s on my fyp but you can do any TikTok sound!) And she’s like either whispering it or yelling it when she deems it to quite around her! Or something of the sorts if you don’t do this it’s totally ok! Have a wonderful day/night! 🤍💙

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pairing: matt x fem!adhd!reader

warnings: language, adhd(obv), stimming, cheesy fluff, not proofread

summary: whenever there’s a catchy audio on tiktok, it somehow becomes one of your stims.

disclaimer: i am by no means romanticizing adhd. some of this is slightly based off of my own experiences with being neurodivergent, but i also did some research online, so i apologize if anything is inaccurate!

matt was incredibly understanding and supportive when it came to your adhd. when you first started dating, you were so nervous to tell him, and would mask it all the time around him. but as your relationship progressed, you realized that matt would never judge you or think of you any differently for your adhd.

so you became a lot more open about your adhd, and to be honest, matt loved it. he loved when you told him about your hyperfixations, and he adored the way you’d try to focus so hard while he spoke to you.

after a few months of dating, matt and his brothers had grown completely used to your adhd symptoms. they understood that your short attention span and fidgeting were just parts of what made you you, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

this particular day, nick had suggested that you join them as a special guest for their next car video. you were sitting in the passenger seat of the car, waiting for matt to check the camera angle. chris sat behind you in the backseat, with nick to his side.

you watched as matt stood in front of the minivan, bending slightly over the hood to get a good look at the viewfinder of the camera. he gestured to the left, and you reached out to the dashboard to adjust the camera's position. matt gave you a thumbs up and made his way back to the driver's seat.

"okay, looks good," matt said as he got in the car. he smiled at you warmly, wanting to provide you with a sense of comfort. this was the first video of theirs that you would ever be in, so it was safe to say that you were a bit nervous.

"alright. hey guys, happy friday," nick addressed the camera, leaning forward so he was farther in frame. "today we have a special guest."

you smiled and waved at the camera, glancing at matt who just grinned.

"this is matt's girlfriend, y/n," nick explained. chris let out a cheer, causing you all to laugh. "we're gonna do a q&a with y/n using questions that you guys sent us on instagram."

nick pulled out his phone and began to scroll through the thousands of answers to the triplets' instagram story, searching for a good starter. you looked back at him expectantly before something shiny next to chris caught your attention.

"what's that?" you asked chris, pointing to the can that was in the cupholder next to him. chris pulled it out, scanning the label.

"uhh, it's peach redbull," chris shrugged.

"oh my god, can i please have it?" you asked excitedly. matt chuckled as chris handed you the can, which you immediately grabbed and cracked open. you took a sip and let out a sigh, smiling and setting the can down in the cupholders between you and matt.

"okay first question," nick said, sticking his hand out to grab everyone's attention. "what's it like dating a triplet?"

"um..." you looked out the window, thinking about how you wanted to answer. "i mean, it's like dating any other person, just with triplet brothers? yeah, i guess you could say it's different, because i hang out with you guys all time, but that doesn't mean that me and matt don't like, have our own little moments. but being a triplet doesn't really change anything much. this way i get a boyfriend plus two built-in best friends, which is cool. but me and matt have a pretty normal, average relationship."

you blushed with self-consciousness as you realized you were rambling, quickly shutting your mouth and ending your rant with a quick nod. matt found your word vomit adorable, however, bringing his hand close to your knee, lightly brushing it with his knuckles out of view from the camera. you smiled softly at the reassurance.

nick scrolled through and asked a few more questions, occasionally interrupted by a random tangent that chris went on or something that caught matt's eye through the widow. the video ended up growing longer as the four of you jumped from topic to topic. it was as if you just couldn't stop talking, all of you interrupting each other excitedly and laughing loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear. you grew much more comfortable, slightly forgetting that you were even on camera.

while nick returned to his phone to look for more questions, you, matt and chris were silently communicating. the three of you passed looks to each other, holding back fits of laughter.

"okay, someone asked what you like to—"

"head so good she on honor roll," you blurted out loudly, interrupting nick. the car went silent as you clapped your hand over your mouth, glancing over the camera.

chris erupted into giggles, causing matt to join him. nick started chuckling too.

"sorry! that song is literally all over my for you page right now," you apologized, laughing slightly out of embarrassment. that song had been all you were hearing for the past week, so naturally it worked its way into becoming one of your vocal stims.

"you're fine, y/n. let's move on," nick rolled his eyes at his brothers, who were smacking each other out of laughter.

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author's note: been a busy week, will post way more on the weekend i promise. also, would it be more fun if i posted one fic every monday, wednesday, and friday? lmk! love u guys 🤍

#sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo

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pixiesfz · 12 days

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spiked arsenal fc x r

plot: you get invited to a party from a girl at your school and things don’t turn out the best

warnings: readers drink gets spiked, weird Pervy boys, sexual asault

Being a professional athlete at a young age had its perks but it also had its very bad drawbacks, privacy being one of them.

A 17-year-old Australian girl moving to London to play for North London's red team Arsenal, will she crack under pressure?

Your every move was watched by the public, weather at training or joining Katie and Caitlin for a coffee in the morning.

Another one was schooling.

Whenever you weren't training you were finishing an essay or researching history to write an essay on.

And if you were caught not doing your homework by Leah or Steph they would threaten less minutes at Arsenal or the Matilda's.

Kim let you take an hour off sometimes, seeing the stress you were under

"you're not going to do your best work if you're exhausted" she always insisted before passing you a pillow and her keys to the physio room.

And the last one which was your least favourite one to admit was fomo.

You physically went to school sometimes to do half days or full days, and your classmates always whispered to each other when you walked in.

You had made some friends, some were definitely your 'friends' just to see if they could get a free ticket to the Emirates but you figured it was better than nothing.

"Hey" one of the girls greeted you on the way to English "Hi Lisa" you smiled, happy another girl your age was talking to you "So It may be a long shot but I am having my 17th birthday party and I was wondering if you would be able to come?" she asked and you smiled.

You had seen everyone go to parties before as you watched on Snapchat and Instagram, but you had never been.

You had been invited sure, but not from anybody you knew well enough, the others just wanted to be able to say 'y/n y/l/n went to my party!"

"I'll just have to ask my caregivers but it should be fine" you smiled "Good cause I hear Tommy G really wanted to talk to you but that boy always needs liquid encouragement"

You grimaced and the girl laughed "I know I would have the same reaction" You smiled "So I'll see you there?" she asked and you nodded making her squeal.

When going home to Caitlins that day you entered with a smile "What happened today chook?" she asked as she was sprawled on the couch, Katie next to her.

"Lisa invited me to her birthday party!"

Katie cheered from her spot but Caitlin persed her lips

"Caitlin please, there's no training the day after and it's not on a game night, please I never get to go to parties, I'm the only girl in my year level-"

"Gosh shut up!" Caitlin scoffed "I was going to ask what you were planning to wear!"

You smiled "So I can go?"

Caitlin smiled, your happiness contagious to the two of them "of course, just don't drink you're still a minor and that can be bad for your image"

You nodded, the thought already crossed your mind in fifth period "I promise"

Katie's smile dropped "We will have to tell the captains"

"I already told Kim" you smiled remembering the call with your captain as you walked home "and she's the real captain of Arsenal and we're not on international duties, also please never tell Leah I called her not the real captain"

Your excitement was built up as your words were quick, Ella who had come out from her room laughing as you talked.

"You can borrow some of my clothes"

"No!" Katie was quick to say.

You had finished training and went home with Caitlin and Katie to have an 'everything shower before allowing Ella to curl your hair. You didn't have much party clothing so the day before you and Ella went shopping and bought jeans and a nice top.

"You look so pretty" Ella smiled as she finished your mascara "Lauren would never let me do her make-up and hair" she gushed "and Katie never did it for me so this is cute" she laughed as Katie scoffed from the bed her and Caitlin were laying down on, getting ready for your reveal

"Not our faults we were never into that at the time!" , "How much longer the party started half an hour ago!" Caitlin added before you walked out, a proud Ella behind you.

"Well don't you look like a princess!"

"Katie!"

"I'm messing with ya, you look good baby Australia" she smiled and Cailin grabbed Lisa's present "I feel like a proud mum" she cheered "now let's go".

When you arrived at the party all the goers cheered at your appearance and a very drunk Lisa came to your side "' I'm so soooo happy you made it" she smiled, squeezing you tight as you awkwardly handed her the bag "Happy birthday" you told her and she gasped loudly, hugging you again.

She left to put it in her room, leaving you with some other of your classmates as they offered you a drink "No I'm okay is there water offered anyway, or sprite?" you asked and Tommy G stood up "I saw sprite in the back" he said before disappearing "thanks" you called out to him.

"He found out you didn't want to talk to him so he's probably just trying to get away from you" Holly, one of the girls said and you nodded "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings I'm just not that interested"

She nodded "I get it, do you want a hit?" she asked and held out her vape which you crossed her head at "thanks for the offer but no thankyou" you smiled apologetically and the girl smirked "more for me then"

"Uh here you go" a voice piped behind you and you saw Tommy holding out your Sprite bottle, it was already opened but you didn't think too much of it, maybe he just wanted to open it for you.

"Thankyou Tommy" you smiled and went back to your conversation, not taking a sip just yet.

About an hour had gone by and you felt really, really shitty, your grip on the table tightening as you felt the need to lay down, a headache splitting your brain.

"I'm sorry" you apologised to whoever you were speaking to "I have to lay down" you said, stumbling away to the nearest bedroom, gaining the attention of the group of boys who were sat on the couch.

"Tommy boy you actually did it" "Well how else was I going to get her"

"You are the man, taking away Arsenal star girl's virginity!"

You assumed it was Lisa's parents room from the size of the bed but your head was spinning and your energy was plummeting, you felt vulnerable and your muscles were failing on you.

When you heard the door open you just merely mumbled "who's it?"

Why were you like this?

You didn't drink a sip of alcohol.

"Hey y/n it's Tommy"

"somethings wrong" you said, hopefully thinking he would get some help but instead he just closed the door. "Tommy help" you whimpered, your body feeling like a brick as you couldn't move "shhh" he shooshed you, climbing on top of you "It's all going to be fine".

Your eyes widened as he tried to kiss you "just kiss back it will be easier" he told you but you shook your head, tears running down your face.

"stop" you mumbled as his hands pulled down your top "you wanted this remember?"

no. no you didn't.

"stop"

"Tommy stop'

"Tommy please" you cried

His hands started to undo your belt before the door was open again and a now sobered up Lisa barged in.

"Get off of her you Freak!" she yelled, running up and practically throwing Tommy off of you and pulling up your shirt "/n" she sighed, freaking out from your state.

Another two sets of girls came in, gasping at the sight "he drugged her" Lisa told them as they stood still, Tommy in fear as he looked around "Get him out!" she yelled and the two girls ran in and grabbed him.

"hey look she wanted it-"

And he was gone.

But his presence still lingered to you as you flinched when Lisa grabbed your wrist "Y/n I'm calling the ambulance okay?" she told you and you nodded.

You felt numb, you couldn't do anything.

It wasn't long after that you blacked out.

You woke up when the ambulance came to a stop, your body being able to move now slightly as you were able to balance on your elbows.

They carried your cart inside, going past a worried Caitlin and Katie who were called five minutes ago as they ran behind the cart and a blonde girl who was running out soon after "Who are you?" Katie asked "I'm Lisa"

"What happened?" Caitlin asked, on the phone with Steph who was driving over with Kyra, Leah and Kim.

Lisa's eye started to water "I should've- he- he- he spiked her drink!" she let out and both the Arsenal players stopped in their track.

You were able to move but you stayed still, you could feel his hands on you even if Lisa had promised you in the ambulance that the girls called the police.

You still didn't move when the doctors shoved needles into you, getting rid of the drug residue that was in you.

Ella, who was behind Katie and Caitlin ran after the doctors after hearing Lisa, knowing the news from classmates will be on the news tomorrow.

You turned your head towards the blonde with tears in your eyes "why me?" you asked and the girl grabbed your hand "Why?" you said again, not expecting an answer from the girl before Caitlin and Katie walked in with a tear stained Lisa.

"Just try and go to sleep y/n/n".

Your body was exhausted when you woke up in the morning, the room was full, full of your Arsenal and international teammates who had heard, it bran tears to your eyes as you realised what had happened, turning to Caitlin who was holding your hand

"No privacy?" you asked and the girl nodded her head "I'm sorry chicky"

You nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at all the powereful women in the room.

If there was anyone you needed to get through the next couple of weeks, it was these women here.

#woso #woso soccer #woso community #woso x reader #matildas #caitlin foord #katie mccabe #sam kerr #alanna kennedy #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #arsenal

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bloodhoundluke · 6 months

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drunken smiles & fishnet stockings

pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader

description: it's halloween and luke is hosting a party! luke and y/n know each other, but little do they know that this night would change something pivotal between the duo.

warnings: 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sex talk, smut, protected p in v, alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff, an embarrassing amount of pet names. (i don't think there’s anything else??).

word count: 5,8k-ish. a/n: hey there friends! 🌟 i wanted to publish this fic before publishing requested & other fics, i'm working on all of them so pls be patient! and this is my first fic which contains smut so there's a huge chance this sucks (i'm actually nervous to release this pls help me i'm scared lol) 😬 also, i have a lot of deadlines atm so pls bare with me, i am working on the requests whenever i can. thank you for supporting my blog, i adore you all so much 🤍 happy late halloween to everyone who celebrated 🎃

dividers by @silkholland.

"Y/N!", you heard your best friend yell from the other side of your studio apartment. You had been getting ready for nearly two hours, and to one one’s surprise, you and your best friend were already late. Calum had been texting you for a while now, telling you two to hurry up.

"What?"

"We are so late! We need to get going! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing", your best friend sighed and now stood next to you. You were still fixing your hair in front of a full body mirror.

"Okay okay, stop fussing. Do I look okay?", you asked them and placed the curling iron on top of your drawer, shutting it off. You reached for the hairspray sitting on the drawer, and looked over at your friend who looked absolutely stunning.

"Yes, you look amazing Y/N. If I wasn't your friend I'd totally hook up with you", your friend cheered and nudged your shoulder gently.

"Gosh, thanks. I'd totally hook up with you too", you giggled and took a glimpse of their police costume. You ruffled your hair slightly and placed some hairspray on your locks to hold them in place.

You locked your hands with your friend’s, and got into the cab that was waiting outside.

You had been invited to your friend Luke's Halloween party. You had met him a few years prior through your mutual friend Calum, who was also his bandmate and one of his best friends. Calum and you had known for four years or so, and you considered him to be one of your closest friends. You considered yourself lucky to have a friend like him, since you could tell him anything and you knew he wouldn’t judge you.

You looked through the cab window with the city lights passing by. You wondered who’d be at the party. Luke must have sent invitations for hundreds of people, since he was a pretty popular guy. You found the guy and his shy-ish exterior rather charming, but only in a platonic way. Luke and you weren’t extremely close, but you exchanged text messages every now and then.

You arrived at the party and looked at the sea of people, who were mingling with each other in their Halloween costumes. Luke’s house was decorated in decorative spider web, pumpkins, and some skeleton figures. Purple lightning illuminated the whole house. You liked the decorations, it wasn’t too much or too little.

You and your best friend decided to go and say hello to Calum and his group of people. Calum hugged you tightly and commented on how he hadn’t seen you in ages. His girlfriend, Brandy, did the same. They were wearing a matching set of vampire costumes. You were happy for Calum, he had finally found a girl who loved him just the way he was.

You walked over to Ashton, Michael, Crystal and Luke. Ashton was dressed in a cowboy costume, which made you smile a bit since he practically dressed like one in real life. He brought you into a bear hug and you couldn't help but smile. Ashton always made you feel so welcomed. Michael and Crystal goofed around in their Anime costumes. You catched up with them and then finally noticed something familiar about Luke’s costume. It was a Harry Potter costume.

No fucking way.

"Cool costume", Luke commented as he saw you eyeing his Gryffindor badge, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. His hair had grown out a bit, but it didn't look bad. Actually, it looked anything else than bad. That man could definitely pull off any hairstyle, you were sure of it.

"Thanks! You too. Suits you", you stated and straightened your own Gryffindor badge on your costume. Dressing as Ginny Weasley, or what you called it low-budget Ginny since you had no cape, was a decision you had made a few days ago. You were supposed to dress as a Pumpkin, but you managed to break the costume and didn’t have the time to fix it. So the second best option was Ginny.

You sighed and looked around the room, thinking of grabbing a drink.

“Oh my gosh! We need to take a picture of you two”, your best friend suddenly exclaimed and you giggled, nervousness plastered all across your face. You saw them giving you the look, and knew instantly what it meant. They believed in fate, what you on the other hand called nonsense. You were sure Luke and you dressing in similar costumes was some sort of sign of “fate” to your best friend. Luke and you could never happen.

“Really?”, you giggled as you felt a knot in your stomach. Luke was sometimes difficult to read, and you weren’t entirely sure if he would conform to the idea.

“Yes!”, your best friend commented, and ‘totally’ and ‘absolutely’ from Michael, Crystal, Calum, Brandy and Ashton followed after. You and Luke both looked at each of them, then finally looked at each other. Your friends would never let it go, so you’d better just get it out of the way.

“Okay”, you accepted your defeat. “You okay with that?”, you confirmed Luke. “Yeah, sure, why not?”, he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the counter, giving you a small smile.

You, Luke and your best friend found a spot in Luke’s house and you settled in with Luke against the white wall, as your best friend was holding their phone towards you two. Luke placed his other hand on your lower back, and you placed yours on his stomach.

“This okay?”, you looked up to him and shuffled a little closer to the man. You saw him eyeing your legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings. His oceanic blue eyes met yours, and you did your best not to drown in them. You hadn’t even chugged down one drink, and you were already a fool for some man. And worst of all, it was your friend. You blamed this growing lust for him on the Halloween spirit. Surely someone had once said that Halloween brings out feelings you don’t usually feel.

“Uh..yeah, sure”, he cleared his throat and chuckled. “You ready?”, he offered you a little smile.

“S-sure”, you returned the smile and you both stared directly at the camera.

“And say….cheese!”, your best friend cheered.

You took an awkward glimpse in Luke’s direction and both of you bursted out laughing. The photos shown afterwards were pretty cute, you had to admit that. And Luke’s hand on your lower back left you yearning for more of his touch.

Damn, you really needed a drink. And to forget Luke fucking Hemmings' hands.

—❦

After taking the picture of you and Luke, you had been mingling with people, eating, and drinking a few tequila sunrises. You had just settled into Luke’s living room to play Spin the Bottle, the classic party game. The group playing consisted of you, your best friend, Luke, Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael and Crystal. To be honest you were zoned most of the time, since you found the game a bit ridiculous.

Then you heard your name as the bottle pointed towards you. In your alcohol-infused state, you picked a dare.

“I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room”, Ashton dared. You heard a few encouraging comments coming from your friends, and Brandy gave you a wide grin. “Ash? Really?”, you squeaked, and gave him a deadly glare. “Well, didn’t you pick a dare, pumpkin?”, he asked and chuckled. Suddenly the rush of confidence you had seemed to fade out, and you mentally cursed the drummer.

“Okay”, you sighed, and looked across the room. The choice was obvious, but you didn’t want to give it away. So you pretended to consider your options for a while.

You got up from the floor, and got on your knees in front of Luke. You caught him looking at you, and he looked away. But then you leant to kiss him, and he kissed you back. The tingling feeling of him kissing you back flustered you. You shouldn’t like the feeling of his lips pressed against yours this much, but you did. His lips brushed over yours delicately, and your heart was pumping. It made no sense, but you loved every second of it. His beard stubble tickled you, but you didn't care. Not everyday you got the chance to kiss Luke fucking Hemmings, who was practically the hottest guy you had ever seen.

You backed away from the kiss first, then did Luke.

“Cool”, he let out a nervous chuckle and you did the same. Cool…really? You didn’t know if you should have been offended or relieved that the awkwardness of it was finally over.

“That was hot”, your best friend whispered into your ear as you went back to your place on the floor. “He’s hot”, you whispered back. The taste of pure tequila lingered on your lips.

“And Ashton’s so hot too”, they whispered. “Go get him, Y/B/F/N”, you advised, and winked at them.

The game continued and the next rounds were spent by hearing how Ashton’s favorite sex position was Basset Hound Doggy and Brandy’s biggest turn off in a relationship was controlling behavior. You also saw your best friend give a lap dance to the person who they fancied the most in the room, Ashton. They both seemed to enjoy it. Michael and Crystal had also shared a steamy make out session, to which you all cheered.

It was Luke’s turn next.

“Hmmm…okay. What is your biggest turn on?” Michael asked Luke and took a sip of his Corona, placing the bottle on the floor afterwards. Luke’s answer interested you, you had to admit.

“Ohh…got many. But neck kisses are a big one”, Luke slyly answered and gulped down his tequila. “Ohhh, that’s a good one”, Ashton agreed and you saw him looking in your best friend’s direction. You rolled your eyes slightly, and giggled to yourself. They would totally share the bed tonight.

Luke spun the bottle, which landed on Calum. He chose the truth. Luke didn’t come up with anything, so your best friend chose the question instead.

“Which two people in this group should hook up?”, your best friend asked Calum.

Oh my god, were they serious? You totally knew where they were getting at. But hopefully Calum didn’t understand that, or anyone else for that matter. You were safe, Calum would definitely pick Michael and Crystal. Or Ashton and your best friend.

“Well, the obvious choice would be Brandy and me. Or Michael and Crystal, but…I feel I want to stir the pot, I guess.. So… I think Luke and Y/N… I mean we saw the kiss Luke and Y/N had earlier”, Calum smirked devilishly at Luke, and then at you. The group around you chuckled, and seemed to agree with Calum as they were nodding their heads. But not you nor Luke.

“Okayyyy, so maybe Cal should stop drinking for tonight”, you chuckled, and Calum gave you a humorous smile, which screamed a polite fuck you, in return. You saw Luke looking down at his drink on the floor with a drunken smile on his face. He fiddled with his rings on his left hand. He looked up and directly at you, boring his eyes into yours for a milli-second. You wondered what was going through his head, since yours was filled with so many questions.

Why didn’t he say anything? Why was he so quiet? Did he find your kiss icky? Did he find you… repulsive? Why was he acting so strange?

—❦

The party was over and people had left Luke’s apartment, which was now littered with red cups, beer bottles and pizza boxes. You had been settling into a spare bedroom in Luke’s house. Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael, Crystal and your best friend were staying over as well.

You drank water alone in Luke’s kitchen, since everyone had already gone to sleep. The now quiet atmosphere made you feel at peace, and you smiled to yourself.

You enjoyed the brief moment of silence until a head of blonde messy curls appeared from the doorway.

Luke walked into the kitchen and gave you a tired little smile. He opened the refrigerator door and took a large water bottle, pouring it into a glass he retrieved from the cabinet. He placed the bottle back to the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door as you were still drinking your own water.

You noticed how he had gotten rid of the jacket and the tie, leaving him with a slightly unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark gray pants. He had also wiped the lightning bolt off his forehead.

Standing here with Luke, in this terrifyingly awkward yet weirdly comforting silence, made you question your lust towards the man. Maybe it was just the alcohol running through your veins. That might just be the only logical explanation.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to get a hangover?”, you chose to break the silence.

“Hell no”, he sipped water, “did you have fun tonight?”. The blonde locked his eyes with yours and you looked away, your eyes now fixating on your ring-covered fingers.

You cleared your throat, and answered, “Yep, had a blast. And you?”.

“Yeah”, he smiled and you went closer to him, as you were about to place the cup in the sink. Your hands brushed against his as he was just about to do the same. You both placed your cups in the sink, and your eyes met his. You both stood in your places quietly, and for some weird reason, you couldn't help but look at his parted lips. And you noticed him doing the same, then his eyes studying yours.

Your heart started to race a million miles an hour. You weren’t nervous around the people you fancied, but Luke was a different story. He was the epitome of gorgeous, so you couldn’t really blame yourself, could you?

He turned his body towards yours, and you took a step closer to him. You didn’t know what you were doing. Hell, you didn’t know what he was doing either.

Luke let out a low chuckle and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip.

Yes, even a fool could tell you wanted to kiss him. But you weren’t sure if you should. And you weren’t sure if the man in front of you noticed that too.

Thankfully Luke had noticed your indecisiveness as he leant in for a kiss. You had imagined this after the kiss during the game, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn’t believe it. This was rougher than the last time. More passionate. More demanding. He moved even closer to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. You felt his cold rings against your bare skin, but it didn’t matter. Not when he touched you like this, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his tongue battling for dominance over yours.

He backed away from you, licking his lips.

“Fuck… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”, he apologized and rested his body against the kitchen counter.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned your eyebrows. Was he being serious right now?

“It’d mess things up…if we go further. Shit, this on its own could make everything awkward...”

“What if…what if we just don’t think about the consequences? You want me, and I obviously want you”, you suggested. You didn’t want to think, not now. You didn’t want your growing lust for Luke to go to waste. It would be a shame if it did.

“Are you..sure?”, he scratched the back of his head.

“Yes”

“Okay”, he let out a low chuckle and took a step closer to you, studying your lips in the meantime.

“Luke?”, you looked into his eyes as you spoke.

“Yeah?”, he bored his blue eyes into yours, and placed his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Just fuckin’ kiss me already”

“Thought you’d never ask”, he whispered, his voice perfectly husky and seducing. His plump lips found their place on yours and you swore you had never kissed someone like him before. His lips moved swiftly, hungrily against yours.

You tugged his shirt, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“Luke?”, you asked, out of breath.

“Yeah?”, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and you couldn’t help but stare at the man’s mouth. The mouth that you wanted to do incredible things to you.

“What are we doing?”.

“What do you want to do princess?”, his voice was heavy, and hoarse. And so god-damn sexy. He moved a few stray hairs out of your face.

“Fuck…”, you cursed.

“...me?”, Luke smirked.

You were totally gone off the rails, so whipped for him, there was no going back now.

“Actually, yeah”, you decided to toss logic aside, and once again, Luke placed his lips hungrily on yours. You kissed him back passionately and he grabbed your ass under your skirt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and felt the need to do such things to Luke you could never say out loud.

“Jump”, he groaned between the rough yet lustful kisses and you jumped into his lap. He grabbed you by your outer thighs and placed you on the counter. He left wet kisses on your neck, leaving you wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner with him. Maybe it was the fact you had known this man for years, and he had never shown you any sign of interest. But it didn’t matter now, he clearly wanted you.

“Is this okay?”, he reassured you.

“You’re perfect”, you sighed and stared at the beautiful man in front of you. Yes, you had always thought Luke was hot, but this was something else. You loved how soft and assertive he was at the same time. This was dangerous, anyone could see you two. But you liked it this way. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted him. You craved him. You needed him.

His lips found their way back to yours and you bit his lower lip by accident. You felt Luke giggling against your lips, and you couldn’t help but do the same.

“Can I take this off?”, he asked between the kisses as he was holding the fabric on your shirt. “Please”. And he does, leaving your chest area covered by your black bra. You started to unbutton his shirt and when you were done, he threw the white collar shirt on the floor next to yours.

Luke traveled kisses from the side of your face to your neck, then to your chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot”, he remarked and you chuckled slightly as a response. Luke kissed you, and you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You made out for a while until he decided to move the strap of your bra over your shoulder. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder, and you didn’t understand how he did it all this, being this fucking good at everything, but you enjoyed the show.

“Need to get my fishnets off”, you whimpered under his touch.

He ripped open your fishnets using his hands, and you swore to yourself you hadn’t seen anything as hot as that. You lifted your body using your hands on the counter so he could take the remains of the stockings off. And when he was done, he nibbled your ear and his heavy breathing made you squirm.

“Finger me?”, you asked as his lustful ocean eyes stared into yours. “It’d be my pleasure”, he smirked, pushing your lingerie to the side and pushing two fingers into you with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Fuck, you are so wet…so good, Y/N”, he remarked huskily and moved his fingers inside you in swift motion. You widened your legs so he’d get a better entrance. “Mmmmh”, you whimpered, your head tilted back and eyes closed. Luke trailed down kisses from your neck to your chest. You opened your eyes and his lips crashed into yours.

“Need you to fuck me, Luke”, you whispered into his mouth. “Believe me, I will. Just wanna make you cum first”, he whispered and kissed you. And in under a minute, you were a whimpering mess under his touch, him giving you a smug look. You swore you just saw the stars, no one had ever known your body like him. And it didn’t make any sense, this was the first time being with him. But it didn’t have to make sense, you were now with him and god, he made you feel incredibly good.

His fingers left your entrance and his lustful dark eyes met yours again. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, still holding the eye contact.

”Baby, you taste so good... Fuckin’ incredible”, he mumbled.

”Fuck…”, you whimpered as you were still coming off your high and watching Luke taste you did not help to urge to feel him inside of you. Neither did the fact that you noticed his boner through his dark dress pants. What was this man doing to you?

“Wanna go to my bedroom?”, he suggested, and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a small lingering kiss on your collarbone.

“Thought you’d never ask”.

You both grabbed your clothes from the floor and you went upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, Luke couldn’t resist but pin you against the wall, kissing your face like he had never kissed before. You grabbed his erected dick under his dress pants and stroked it slightly above the material, making Luke whimper. “Y/N…”, he started yet couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Mmmh? Tell me?”, you asked as you started to unbuckle his belt.

“Mmmmh, don’t tease me, Y/N”

“That’s bold of you since you started it...”, you pointed out.

“Mmmhhh…fuck, that’s true. Let’s go before I fuck you against this wall and everyone will hear it”, he gave you a quick peck on your lips, leaving you wanting for more. You didn't know Luke could be this smug, but it definitely turned you on.

Luke led you to his bedroom. You placed yourself on his California King, and looked around. You had never been in Luke’s bedroom. A few paintings hung on the dark -painted walls, a vintage record player rested on the dressing table and the TV across the bed covered most of the wall space.

Luke retrieved a condom from his wallet, which was resting on his night-stand and pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened dick. In the meanwhile you got rid of your skirt, and underwear. He placed the condom on and you couldn't help but admire the sight in front of you. Luke tossed both his pants and boxers off to the floor. He placed his body on top of you, kissing you and making the kiss deeper as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and your anticipation for the following grew, even though you had gone through your high already. But maybe, just maybe, he could make you come twice. His lips parted from yours, and he looked into your eyes, his fingers traveling along your lips.

“You’re so damn beautiful”.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful too”, you answered, your need for him growing.

“You ready?”. You nodded and he slipped into you slowly as you kissed his neck. You detached your lips from his neck and tugged his hair, your hands exploring the softness of his curls. A few moans escaped from both of your mouths. How could he make moaning sound so damn good?

“Please keep on going”.

"Was planning on doing so, princess".

He thrusted into you, and your walls clenched against him. You saw him biting his lip, his eyes wide open, clearly enjoying the view of you. “Fuck, you are perfect. So tight around me.... So good”, he praised.

This would probably never happen again, so you decided to make the most of it.

You met his lips in a kiss and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his own meeting with yours. His thrusts became quicker and you both moaned of pleasure. Your hands had moved to his upper back, your nails scratching the warm skin.

And when you both came undone, you cleaned yourselves up and laid in his bed. You both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Luke had asked you to stay, which had surprised you.

“I held myself back when you kissed me in the game”, the blonde confessed. You looked at Luke, whose left arm was leaning against the back of his head. Only now you noticed his bird tattoo on his bicep. You couldn’t see it properly in the dim lightning, but you were guessing it was a hummingbird. To be honest, there probably were a lot of things you didn’t know about him.

“Did you?”, you asked in a rather suggestive voice, and turned your body towards him under the covers.

“Well, yeah, have you seen yourself? Fuckin’ beautiful. I wanted to rip those fishnets off you the moment I saw you in them”, he chuckled and his eyes met yours.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered. Luke Hemmings, of all the people in the world, thought you were…beautiful?

“In that case, I’m happy I decided to wear them”, you giggled.

“I can buy you a new pair of fishnets”, he offered.

“You really don’t need to do that”.

“If that gives me an excuse to see you, then I’d like to”, you saw an endearing smile appear on his face.

“What if you break them too?”, you chuckled, not that you wouldn’t mind him doing that.

“Then I’d have another excuse to see you again”, he reasoned, and shuffled closer to you. You didn’t know if it was still the alcohol clouding your judgement, but you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you wanted to.

“Seems like you want it to be a pattern”, you suggested.

“Well, if it makes you scream like earlier…”, he smirked and took you in his arms, your face squished against his warm and toned chest. “Luke!”, you screamed into his chest.

“Hush hush now, everyone is asleep”, he kissed the top of your head, and chuckled.

“Sorry”, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his waist, snuggling closer to him. Your face rested against his chest, and he stroked your hair gently.

"Good night beautiful", he reached for your lips and planted a small kiss on them, then turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Luke".

—❦

“Quit starin’ at me princess”, Luke spoke with his eyes closed as you lied with him in his enormous California King bed.

“I can’t, you’re way too pretty”, you played with his curls, both of your naked bodies under the same duvet.

You had been awake for a while now, mainly going over the memories of last night. Luke’s lips pressed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your body, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he was inside of you. You had contemplated leaving Luke’s house, but you didn’t want to do it to Luke. And the change in Luke’s behavior towards you made you question his motives. He even let you sleep in his bed, and didn’t want you to leave to your room. Did he actually like your company? Or was he just lonely?

You removed your hand from his set of curls, and wondered what it must be like to be that beautiful. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

“Talk to me about pretty, huh?”, he opened up his eyes and scanned your face. “Hush”, you gave him a deadly glare and he grinned back at you.

“Tell me when did you get so freaking hot?”, you asked him.

“Haven’t I always been?”, he winked and readjusted the pillows on the bed, his face and body now towards yours.

“Yeah, but I mean…like this hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot I want to jump into your lap”

“Now you’re just makin’ a fool out of me”

“Am not! I promise”, you exclaimed. “I swear when I saw you last night, something happened inside of me. This lust, I guess…I don’t know what the hell it was”

“Well, thank you. Good to hear I don’t look like an absolute knobhead”, he rolled his eyes, and letting out a chuckle.

“And he’s funny too”, you giggled.

“C’mere”, he motioned you into his embrace and you laid there for a moment in silence, taking in the moment. This silence felt comfortable in some odd way. His fingers brushed gently against yours, moving to cup your face, his mouth telling you compliments you never expected to come from his mouth. You’re gorgeous. Your eyes are pretty as hell. I like cuddling you. You smiled back at him, not really knowing what to answer.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?”, you decided to break the newly founded silence.

“Nope. If that’s okay with you?”, Luke searched for your approval from your softened eyes, and you gave him that. “More than okay”, you smiled. You looked for something in his eyes. Maybe a hidden truth. You were his friend, but you didn’t know him truly. You did not really have an idea who he was deep in his core. But your instinct told you to find out.

"Good. Did you actually like my Halloween costume or were you just being polite?", Luke hummed, and placed his head into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you looked hot. And so dreamy... So yes Luke, I liked it", you beamed, and pecked his lips. "A lot", you added and caressed his pretty curly hair.

"You were a pretty dreamy Ginny yourself", he placed his mouth on your neck, sucking on the skin slightly, then placing a few sloppy kisses on your jawline. His breath started to become noticeably heavier, and you giggled, "Luke Hemmings, you are one hell of a guy".

After a while of lounging around with Luke, you both decided to do your morning rituals and throw some clothes on. Yeah, you might have hooked up with him again, only in the shower this time, and you felt as if you couldn't keep your hands off the blonde.

You and Luke had decided to go downstairs and cook something for breakfast, and now you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Luke opened up the bathroom door attached to his bedroom, and you studied his features.

You couldn’t help but smile as he was humming some song you had never even heard of. He had a habit of doing that, making you smile. Or at least that was what he had been doing the past hours. And last night, obviously. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, which made you drool over him, and a black AC/DC t-shirt. He had also offered you an oversized band t-shirt to wear since your own shirt was a bit uncomfortable to wear. So now you were standing in front of Luke, wearing his oversized t-shirt and barely visible black skirt. You would have never guessed that something like this could actually happen.

“Ready?”, he asked, and you nodded. You were waiting for him to open the door, until he decided to turn around and he grabbed your face into his hands. He pressed a delicate and endearing kiss on your lips.

“Actually, now we’re ready”, he chuckled and finally opened the door. “You dork”, you giggled, the taste of his toothpaste lingering on your lips.

“No one should be up, it’s barely 9am”, Luke commented as you were walking down the stairs. “Yeah, there’s not a chance anyone’s up yet”, you agreed with him and you both walked into the kitchen, only to discover every single person that had stayed at Luke's sitting by the kitchen table.

“Good morning, Luke and Y/N”, Crystal greeted you two, to which both you and Luke responded.

Luke offered you a glass of water with a side of lemon and ice, after he had convinced you of how the drink makes a great hangover cure. You and Luke found yourself seats by the kitchen table, next to each other since they were the only ones not taken.

"Luke? Y/N?" Ashton opened his mouth.

“We fuckin’ heard you last night”, Ashton remarked as both you and Luke were caught up in your own worlds. And then you made sense of what Ashton had just said.

...Oh my god, had they really heard all…that?

Your best friend was sitting next to Ashton, and they were giggling with Ashton’s arm resting behind their chair.

You hadn’t talked this through with Luke. Shit, shit, shit. You hadn’t really even thought about if anyone had heard you last night.

“Oh you are speechless now, is that it?” Ashton giggled, making your friend, Michael, Crystal, Calum and Brandy laugh too.

“We really hope you Luke cleaned up the kitchen afterwards”, Crystal commented. “Just saying”, she added and gave a quick peck to Michael. Michael chuckled, and took turns looking at you, and then Luke.

“I did, don’t you worry about it Crys”, Luke scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward as hell. You cleared your throat, wishing to be anywhere else than being questioned about your little rendezvous with Luke last night.

“And you used a condom?” Ashton asked, making Luke groan. “Of course, you fuckin’ moron”.

“Okaaaay, should we change the subject? Us having sex isn’t the most exciting topic”, you chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even the handsome blonde beside you.

“It definitely did sound exciting last night…All the screams and objects fallin’ to the floor, all Y/N’s whimpers and Luke’s -”, Ashton remarked, but was soon interrupted by an annoyed Luke.

“Okay okay, we get it. We were a bit loud. But let’s move on, please”, Luke groaned.

"I want to hear more details though... Were the kitchen and Luke's bedroom the only places you had sex in?", your best friend took apart in the conversation, grinning from ear to ear. Y/B/F/N had to be kidding. And were the walls of Luke's house made of paper? "Yes", you answered in turn, trying to sound as convincing as you could. They didn't need to know about the shower session an hour ago.

”It was no wonder you ended up sleeping together, I mean you were drooling over each other the whole night”, Michael continued, and chuckled.

”You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me right now”, Luke cursed, obviously wanting the conversation topic to change sooner than later.

“Calm down, Hemmings”, Calum chuckled, earning a side eye from you and a deadly glare from Luke. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anythin’ next time”, Calum put his hands up in defense and grinned awkwardly.

You looked at Luke only to discover him looking at you, a small smile creeping upon his pretty pink lips. Next time.

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would you write a little something about aaron catching jack and reader having a midnight snack, and aaron scolds them at first but he melts when he sees their smiles ? i love your blog ❤️‍🩹

hello hello! first of all, thank you 🥲💛 you just made my heart melt in happiness! i really hope you like it, anon! (reader is not an Agent here!)

Requests are open ✨

There was only one thing you and Jack Hotchner hated in equal measure: the days Aaron was away on cases. Okay, that and broccoli. But Aaron being away was way worst that broccoli. Maybe.

Nevertheless, the fact that sometimes — when Jess wouldn’t be able to take care of Jack, or when you were free from your own job duties (being a Doctor made sure your schedule was almost as hectic as Aaron’s) — you were able to spend those miserable moments together was usually enough to cheer you both up.

It was in one of those nights, after you found out that you wouldn’t have to pull double duty at the hospital and your date night with Aaron and Jack had suddenly became a date night with only Jack, Aaron being called away for a case, that you and Jack started your favorite nightly ritual.

Jack had woken you up after a nightmare, his eyes teary as he looked at you with a pout, rambling at the late hour about the monster inside his wardrobe. It wasn’t a very specific tale — as specific as a kid his age could create with their fearful mind —, but you had learned soon in your relationship with Aaron that the monster inside Jack’s wardrobe had been real, and that he had killed Haley, Aaron’s late wife.

Aaron had never gotten in details about the story of Haley’s murder, but you knew the important information: she had been killed by someone Aaron was hunting at his work, and Jack was hiding inside a box in Aaron’s old office, having heard the shot that killed his mom. Since then, Jack would externalize the memory in nightmares, his mind filling in the blanks he — thankfully — didn’t get to see.

“Can I sleep with you?” Jack had asked that night, once he had finished describing his nightmare, head tucked on your lap as you ruffled his hair slowly, soothingly, “Please?”.

“Of course, sweet pea” you replied, your voice hushed as you’ve noticed he was in the brink of sleep, eyes closing off by the minute, but the little boy too afraid to allow himself to fall back to sleep.

That was the moment you decided it was time.

“You know, Jackers…” you started, a smirk on your face when you noticed his attention had been caught by the mysterious tone of your voice as you kept combing his blonde locks, “Back home, whenever I had a nightmare, my Dad and I would have midnight snacks”.

Jack turned his body to look up at you, his eyes slightly wide as he shook his head quickly, almost terrified at the insulting idea. He was Aaron’s son, after all.

“Daddy says no midnight snacks” Jack whispered, and for a moment you believed he had forgotten Aaron wasn’t at home — even if the two of you were occupying Aaron’s bed, “He says it’ll make my tummy funny”.

“Daddy is not a doctor, I am” you shrugged mischievously, poking at Jack’s nose and feeling your heart warm when he laughed openly, “And I say midnight snacks keep the nightmares away. Do you wanna try?”.

Midnight snacks mostly definitely didn’t keep the nightmares away (you even had a few of them after having the snacks, and Aaron was definitely right to say that they’d make one’s tummy funny), but the fact that it had given Jack some peace of mind was enough to have you coming back to that tradition every night you were over at the Hotchner’s apartment.

That night wasn’t any different.

For some miracle, Aaron wasn’t away for a case for the first time in a few days, and (even more surprisingly!) you weren’t on double duty at the hospital, which meant that, for the first time in a while, you’d be able to spend the night with your boys, at the Hotchner’s home.

Which also meant that you and Jack would’ve to be cautious if you wanted to keep your nightmares away.

“I had a nightmare” Jack whispered in your ear after patting at your side for a few seconds.

You hadn’t been sleeping, because you knew that you moved a lot when waking up, so it would wake Aaron up and your small ritual with Jack would be ruined. But you was also aware that Jack liked to wake you up, to feel like your secret was being kept hidden, that you were safe and shared something that Aaron didn’t know about.

Maybe you were really turning Jack in a mini you. The thought made you smile.

“Go get ready” you instructed in a whisper, “I’ll be there in a sec”.

Jack giggled, and you had to shush him when Aaron moved, always a light sleeper. You waited until Jack’s steps couldn’t be heard in the hallway to stand up, moving on your toes outside the bedroom, cursing when the door creaked, but smiling in victory when Aaron didn’t even move.

Maybe you were really getting good at that.

You moved even more silently towards the living room, finding Jack already equipped with everything he could reach from your secret snacks cabinet — sweets, cookies, and even the kook-aid you had convinced Aaron to buy because you knew Jack loved (and you secretly loves, too).

“Do we have everything we need?” You asked, taking the seat beside Jack and smiling when he moved to lay his head on your chest, opening up the bag of homemade cookies and passing you one.

“We do!” Jack nodded.

Your smile was bright as you kissed Jack’s head, whispering softly, “So let’s scare those ugly nightmares away!”.

You took a bite of your cookie, basking on the amazing feeling they bought, only faintly hearing the sound of Jack taking a bite of his own…

And then the lights turned on.

You moved your head up so quickly that you could’ve had a whiplash, your eyes wide at the image of Aaron — dressed in his pajamas, not a sign of sleep in his eyes — facing you both with a scowl, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Can someone explain what is happening here?”.

You gulped audibly, and Jack almost dropped his cookie as he tried to move his body closer to yours. You knew that Aaron wouldn’t hurt you, but you also knew that look, and you didn’t like it.

“What have I said about midnight snacks, Jack?” Aaron asked, looking down at his son.

“That we can’t have them” Jack replied, his voice sounding firmer than you thought it would be, considering Aaron’s tone.

“We’re scaring nightmares away” you intervened, “One snack at a time”.

Jack nodded, pointed at you, “She said her daddy used to say ‘one midnight snack a day keeps the nightmares away’”.

“That he did” you smiled down at Jack, ruffling his hair for a second before looking up at Aaron, a sided, almost shy smile on her face, “Would you like to join us for cookies?”.

Aaron didn’t flinch, he didn’t move. You had your doubts he was even breathing.

That was, until Jack tried to open his Kool-Aid Bursts, the drink immediately falling all over both of your bodies, causing Jack to give a strangled scream and you to look at the red-colored drink all over your pajama pants.

“Oh my…”.

The sound of your laughter was the next thing that bursted through the living room, being followed by Jack’s, that immediately threw his body against your chest again, only making both your situations worst.

You looked up at Aaron to find a smile slipping through his face, only a small, hidden motion upwards of his lips, as if he didn’t want you and Jack to know that, even against his will, you had managed to soften him a bit.

“Come have snacks with us, Daddy!” Jack invited between panting breaths, the most captivating smile on his lips as he waved to his father, “We have cookies and muffins!”.

Aaron shook his head, moving to sit beside you and pulling both your bodies close to his, “This is the only time this is happening, okay?” He mumbled as you passed him a muffin — orange, as you knew he liked.

You nodded in agreement, nuzzling your body comfortably against his, a dazzled smile on your face, “Yeah, sure”.

It goes unsaid it definitely wasn’t the last time.

And none of you wanted it to be.

Thank you for the request ✨

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On the Ice by @f1tyreslightmyfyre | T | 5.5k Max is a hockey player, and Charles is a figure skater! Cue a lot of teasing and romance. This was so cute!!! I absolutely loved the teasing and the dynamics between Charles and Max. So much fluff! It was also based off of an artwork in the community that everyone needs to see too!

'Max knows that he probably stares like a lovesick puppy, but who can blame him? “Am I dreaming?” He says by way of greeting. “Or is that you, pretty boy?” Charles doesn’t quite roll his eyes as he scoffs in amusement. “Yeah, of course, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” He skates in a lazy, easy circle around Max. “I know I’m irresistible, but I know you can do it.”'

nsfw: chemical (can't let go) by @alphatinies | E | 8k Max is in a club bathroom when suddenly, his rut hits. It turns out– his ex, Charles, is willing to help him through it. Even if they broke up 3 months ago. I really loved the A/B/O dynamics! It was a fantastic read and I love the raw dialogue and want that Max has for Charles. Nothing is ever really over!

'They broke up three months ago. Coming here is not only humiliating, but also stupid—they haven’t talked since the break-up, agreed on a clean cut, pretending not to know each other whenever their friend circles happen to cross paths. They’re mature about it. Mostly.'

all this happened, more or less by @lightningmickqueen | ? | 10.3k In lockdown, a popstar named Escalier Des Fleurs has taken storm. It turns out he's a familiar face: Charles Leclerc. And– he's singing about his crush, Max Verstappen. I loved this fic so much! It was one of my first fics I read when I was introduced to the F1 fandom. It's such an adorable story, and is very very VERY reminiscent of Hannah Montana. Read if you want a fluffy, angsty with a happy ending story!!!

'i am having the hardest time processing the fact that the ferrari strategy team cannot put together a strategy but charles leclerc can have two successful and unrelated careers #his team doesn’t know the weather #meanwhile charles is in the car writing a song in his head that will go on to be one of the best selling songs of all time #WITCHCRAFT'

Story of Our Lives by Eviestappen, footysel | G | 16.3k When Charles and Max meet when they are kids, they are both drawn to football. Charles' assists and Max's goals are teamwork at its best. But when Max has to move back to Belgium, they're torn apart. However, life throws them for a loop, and they are reunited again and again. I love a good childhood friends to lovers arc! Plus, this taught me so much about football terminology. It's literally Lestappen IRL but with football instead! Adorable must-read!

When the final whistle blew, they all collapsed onto their knees, shedding a few tears of happiness as they once again crowded the dutch boy. They sang cheers in his honor, hoisting him high up in the air during the trophy presentation. For the first time in my life, it's all so clear. I feel calm like I belong. I'm so happy here. Just as it had been all season, Charles picked up the ‘star of the match’ award posing alongside Max, who had received the ‘player of the tournament’ trophy. The two young boys, predictably future stars, smiling like there was no tomorrow.

nsfw: noir désir by @alphatinies | E | 24k Max moves in with Charles and Pierre. Charles is an artist struggling with inspiration, which he happens to find in Max. There is a lot of longing in this fic which I love, it’s practically palpable. Charles especially struggles with his desire for max as he has a lot of history with Pierre. The mix of it being a character study and exploration, but also having good plot progression was absolutely amazing. One of my absolute favourites and made me feel many emotions. This fic is what AUS23 (1:1) sounds like.

'The desire hasn’t dissipated by the time they pull apart. Charles almost expects there to be a moment of clarity, to realise what he’s done—but that doesn’t come. When Max pulls away, Charles could still drown in his eyes, yearning to taste him again, and he does, leaning forward to press their mouths together. He kisses him eagerly, like he’s trying to prove a point—he wants this just as much as Max does, he can’t stop thinking about him in a way that he hopes is reciprocated, he wants him.'

glitch by @nyoomfruits | T | 26.5k Max is a webmaster at a fashion magazine, and an F1 fan. He has a meet-cute with driver Charles in the elevator at when Charles turns up for a photoshoot. It's love at first sight for Charles. I love an office romance and I guess this was half of one. Max is so not interested at first but Charles is charming and persistent-but-not-pushy and the developing relationship is sweet and unhurried. The fic deals with the realities of dating a famous person when you value privacy. The peanut gallery/Greek chorus provided by Daniel and Lando is hilarious and very in character.

'Daniel opens his mouth, presumably to say thank you, but then he looks at the coffee cup and frowns. “Uh,” he says, pointing at the cup and looking up at Max. “Where’s the rest of it?” Max pulls a face. “Soaking into the shirt of two time Formula One World Driver Champion Charles Leclerc.” “What,” Daniel says, as Lando pops his head over the divider with a gleeful look on his face. “Oh this sounds like it’s going to be good,” he says, as he catches the red bull can Max throws him one handed. “What happened?” Max sighs. “I ran into him in the elevator. Literally. Then I told him he was braking too early on turn 11 yesterday and that’s probably why he lost, and he just kept staring at me, so I kind of panicked, and got out of the elevator three floors too early.” “You are a gift to this earth,” Lando says, sighing delightedly as Daniel howls with laughter next to him. “Like who the fuck does that? Meets one of their favorite drivers and then tells them their braking is shit. Truly, only you. I’m so glad we are friends.” “Max, Maxy, never change,” Daniel says, trying to catch his breath. “God I wish I could have been there.” “You,” Max says, pointing between the two of them with his Red Bull can. ��Both suck.” “What was he even doing here?” Lando asks, as Daniel wipes the tears from the corners of his eye. “No clue,” Max says, with a shrug. “Didn’t think to ask.” “Too busy insulting his braking,” Daniel says, sending himself off into another peel of laughter.'

no brakes on by @drivestraight | T | 32.5k Max is a Red Bull driver, but Charles is a (surprisingly good) actor. After a not-so-good meet-cute, they're suddenly drawn together after having to make amends for PR. I love AUs where half of a pair is still a driver yet the other doesn't have to do anything with racing at all! The fic deals with the perils of being famous and always in the spotlight while dealing with romance. And, Sebastian is still driving for Ferrari!

'Real. That’s—that’s a hard concept. For most of Max’s life, the past, the present, the future; what was in front of him and what was merely a dream he was running toward, they blended together. He spent seventeen years, even the years he can’t remember, working at his dream, then all of a sudden, it was his reality. Fast forward seven years he was a champion, everything he wanted to be but wasn’t sure if he would ever be. It’s just—everything has moved so fast. Max can’t tell real from unreal anymore. He wants to rest, wants to live in the moment, but the moment is—it keeps moving. It keeps escaping him. He isn’t sure where it is, isn’t sure where he is. What is real, what is not. Max feels like he could wake up one day, twelve years old again, strapped into his go-kart in pouring Holland rain, trying to find grip where there wasn’t, thinking of better things and a brighter future.'

nsfw: give me that fire by Lady_Something | E | 40k Chef!au, Max and Charles have history, but it doesn't stop Charles from coming to work as Max's new sous chef. Exes to lovers. To be honest working in a restaurant sounds like a nightmare but for some reason I love reading stories with this setting. This fic was an emotional rollercoaster in the best way, at times I was near tears and had completely given up on a happy ending but the lovely lady_something brought it all together in a both happy and realistic ending. If you like well written and delightfully flawed characters dealing with complicated relationships and grief, this is a fic for you! Trigger warning for death of a pet!

'“Charles, I just spent the last four years thinking I’d lost you forever. That I’d ruined not just the best relationship I would ever have, but the best friendship as well. If there is even the slightest chance that I can earn back enough of your trust for you to give me another chance, I will do whatever you want.” Charles chews on his bottom lip, his cheeks flushing beautifully. “That’s a lot of power to give somebody over you,” Charles says slowly, twisting the fork in his hand nervously. “I trust you,” Max answers immediately. “You probably shouldn’t,” he says softly. “I still haven’t forgiven you for not wanting me to go to Arthur.” Max wonders what Charles might make him do, if he were feeling vindictive. He’s never been on the receiving end of Charles’ pettiness, not really—except when he’d sabotaged Max’s serving to the Michelin Inspectors in Paris—but he’s seen it. When they were kids, he’d seen it a lot. He’d always thought it was funny, that Max had a reputation amongst their peers for being aggressive—but Max had always known that Charles was really the unhinged one between them.'

Of Shadow by racingline | M | 46k Charles Leclerc is a typical college student. Except, it turns out, none of what he knows is true: he's stuck in a universe where racing, his family, and the people he love don't exist. This is one of my all-time favorite magical realism fics! It's crazy, each chapter had me so hooked and wanting to know what happens next constantly. I loved it so much and the universe.

'Charles’ brain is still an echo of modena yellow and rosso corsa, the sounds of the factory and the smells of winter in Italy a vibrant flurry against the flat backdrop of his reality. He thinks of Maranello and Ferrari, the uneasy whine of Jules’ Renault when he revved the engine too high at every red light on the drive back to Monaco like each one was the start of a race. He thinks of the Academy–of Jules, who was the first one to be signed, and of himself, the first to make it all the way through. He thinks of the garage, more an artists’ studio than a factory. He thinks of Enzo and the son he lost too soon. He thinks, amo pensare che la Ferrari puo costruire piloti tanto quanto macchine, and he thinks, ask a child to draw a car and certainly he’ll draw it red. He thinks of mistaking the Italian anthem for that of his own country; he thinks of the scuderia in all its infallible, divine contradictions; its hopes and heartbreaks interlinked in an endless chain.'

nsfw: The Things You Do by loveleclerc | E | 71.9k Dutch mafia boss Max meets Charles in a strip club, where the latter formally works. After Charles decides to steal his wallet and go on a shopping spree, Max finds him, and lots of teasing ensues. Plus, Max is practically Charles' sugar daddy. This was genuinely so captivating and so hot. The plot was so insanely well-written and made me want to keep coming back! I read this on a plane ride and it made the time fly.

'“The quiet only lasted so long. Shouting in Italian and Dutch soon erupted from somewhere in the house along with gunfire that made Charles flinch, covering his ears while he squeezed his eyes shut. What the fuck had his life become?”'

nsfw: grapefruit mignonette by slapshots | E | 73.6k Max is an esteemed chef working under Christian Horner and Charles is an part-time server and architecture student. It turns out, tension does wonders for attracting the two together. So much food imagery! God, when I was reading this, I got so hungry. The descriptions were so lovely! And, I love any restaurant AUs. The characters were so funny and I loved their attitudes.

“Charles, this is our Executive Chef Max,” Christian said, picking up the fork and digging into it. “Charles just moved from –“ “France,” Max said. “Monaco,” Charles corrected. “Monaco is in France.” “I assure you, Chef, that Monaco is its own country.”

mr. invisible and the thing by @chubbydino | M | 97k A soulmate AU where Charles is a mechanic and Max is Daniel's agent. But– Max doesn't believe in soulmates, and Charles is struggling to cope. I love this fic so much! I reread the whole fic every update. Slow burn and soulmates are some of my favorite AUs and it's a fantastic read with some of the best writing in the fandom.

'Max hated the person his life had been mangled with. He referred to him as The Thing, because Max considered him more demon than anything else. Soulmates—he hated that term, but he had no other one to use in conversation—seemed awfully similar to demonic possession. The Thing certainly haunted him. The Thing seemed to like every kind of food Max hated. Every morning, Max tasted frothed milk and espresso when he woke up. Every morning, it made him gag. The Thing also liked French Onion soup during winter (palatable), mango in summer (chalky), and some vile kind of meat in the fall. The Thing lived in Europe somewhere, Max guessed. The Thing woke up at dawn and didn’t sleep until dark. The Thing’s schedule made it nearly impossible for Max to nap—and Max loved to nap. The Thing was also scared of cars. Max couldn’t describe how he knew, but the sound of a Formula 1 car always made him nervous the first time he heard it on race weekend, distant terror echoing in his bones. Further proof that the system was flawed—no soulmate of his would be scared of what he'd devoted his whole life to.'

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Soon enough (Lance Stroll)

There are many different ways to start a family, and Lance and Y/N are hopefully starting their own

Note: english is not my first language. This piece is written from experiences I know (my mother's, specifically), so it is probable that there are some mistakes as I'm not a doctor. Either way, I've tried to treat this as respectfully as possible as this is very close to my heart. Am I really giddy for the follow up parts? Yes, I am!

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Tw: mentions endometriosis, fertility issues and treatments and associated topics like blood, medicine, hospitals, needles, etc., male masturbation, pregnancy

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"It's just going to be negative, Lance", you mumbled, placing the stick on top of the counter and turning to the tap to ways your hands. "Then we'll know what to look for, sweetheart", he attempted, knowing how much the subject weighed on your chest.

When you decided it was time to start thinking about building your family, you and Lance went back to Dr. Marlin like she had asked you. Given your endometriosis, she wanted to accompany you in your fertility journey, checking out all of the possibilities before you moved on to bigger situations.

Lance had been the most supportive partner, always there to cheer you on and to hold you whenever things didn't work out, "Dr. Marlin said that if this didn't work, we are moving on to the big treatments", you looked at him, "and that's what we will do if you want, whenever you feel comfortable", he kissed the side of your head after pulling you close to him, "we're in this together, Y/N".

Grabbing the test when your phone beeped, you didn't even flinch, "negative, like I said", you mumbled, your top lip trembling as you hid your face in your husband's neck. As much as you expected it, it still hurt. Like any other couple wanting to start parenthood, you wanted to remember this period of your life fondly, but you also knew you weren't any other couple. You weren't alone, and since you became more invested in learning about your condition, you found out about all the other couples who had been through the same and their happy families, remembering someone with a very similar history to yours.

"I love you, Y/N, so much. I love you and we're going to have our own family, my love", Lance whispered in your ear, "we're in this together until the end, whatever it takes", he soothed, kissing your skin and hugging you tight against him.

"Do you have any meetings today?", you asked as you pulled away a few moments later, wiping your tears on your sleeve, "I have one at the end of the day, and I'm free for the rest of the week", Lance informed, "I have to get to work for the afternoon only, my morning is free too", you sniffed.

"Then I can call Dr. Marlin to book an appointment and you can go and get ready because we are going on a walk. It's a very quiet one, I doubt we'll run into anyone, okay?", he suggested, smiling when he saw your lips curve upwards slightly, "you're the best. I love you, Lance", you kissed his lips, walking out the bathroom and into the bedroom while he made the phone call.

"Do you need a blood sample?", you asked the assistant on the counter, "no, today it's just an ultrasound, and after that you might have to come in for other samples, just depends on how the appointment goes today", she smiled, "Dr. Marlin will call you shortly".

Sitting next to Lance as you waited, you grabbed his hand and started playing with in fingers on top of his thigh, "are you ready to hear that my uterus is a sad sad place for a baby to grow and that not even your guys want to stay in there? We've known eacother for a good while, so I thought we'd befriended, but apparently they're either too snobby or my uterus is a very hostile place", you joked, hoping that it would shake your nerves off, "too much?", you cringed.

"That's not the weirdest thing you've said to me", your husband chuckled, "and I'll listen to anything you say as long as it makes you smile", he cupped your cheek, "besides, who knows? Maybe my guys are also picky, or slow".

Dr. Marlin welcomed you in her office not long after, greeting you and confirming the informations she had, "like we discussed before, it seems that our best approach would be treatments like IVF. For that, of you still want to go for that route, we'll need some samples so we can also rule out any questions from Lance and see where your levels are", she said, getting up, "for today, we'll do the ultrasound as this will also given us more information".

Getting up and laying down on the bed, Lance followed you, standing on your side as you lifted your shirt enough for her to squeeze the gel and move the wand around, "see here? This is your fallopian tube, and it seems the most blocked, while your uterus is actually shedding well enough", she explained, pointing to the different spots on the screen.

"And is that good or bad? I mean, given the circumstances", you questioned, "I can't tell you with absolute certainty, as everyone is different, but this is usually a good sign. It means that it's your eggs that are not travelling to the uterus, and not like you have a low count or that they don't have a good place to settle once fertilised", she smiled, "I'm prescribing you the bloodwork and the samples we need, but after that, if everything checks out, we'll wait for your period and then we'll start couting from there".

"It's time for the shot, sweetheart", Lance called, grabbing the supplies he needed as you sat on the sofa. Even though you were fine doing it by yourself, having Lance doing the injections when he was home helped him feel involved in the process. "You can leave that there, then I can just pick it up after you take the needle out", you noted, placing the gauze in your thigh.

Lance tapped the syringe twice to make sure it was at the right level, kneeling down in front of you, "I'm just going to pinch your tummy, is this side, right?", he confirmed, seeing you nod, "are you ready, love?", he checked over before injecting the medicine on your skin, holding the syringe steady for a little bit before pulling it out, discarding it in the medical waste bin Dr. Marlin had given you while you dealt with the burn.

"This one is burning a lot more than I expected", you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the stung softened, feeling Lance's lips on your tummy and right by your hand that was pressing the gauze down, "you're very brave, Y/N, I love you".

"I love you too, handsome", you cradled his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek before helping him store the supplies for the next injection time, "we only have four days left", you smiled, looking at the medicine vials.

"Soon enough, Y/N, soon enough", he kissed your forehead, hugging carefully to not press on your tender lower belly, "you're so amazing all I keep doing is just that, but you're taking it all in, it's your body going through the changes", he kissed your softly.

"You're the one dealing with these hormonal changes, I still can't believe I cried when your sister showed up at the table with the pie a little bit more golden that it usually is. It wasn't burnt and it tasted amazing as usual, but the sight of it not done like usual sent me in a fit of cries", you blushed. Chloe was understanding like you expected her to be, but you still couldn't shake her panicked few seconds when she saw your tears, calling her brother immediately so he could hug you and soothe you.

"It's part of the process, love, and I want to be here for as much as I'm able", he said, interrupted by the sound of your phone going off, "it's Dr. Marlin, let me put in on speaker".

The phone call couldn't have gone better, "Y/N, I've reviewed the scans and it looks really good, keep up with the rest of the treatment and next week we'll look into the retrievals", she announced.

"This wasn't the way we were supposed to make a baby", you mumbled, "I should be getting naked and we'd be in our bed, and we'd whisper how much we love eachother and then we'd cuddle in said bed, not with me in a procedure room and you in another, in these cold and sterile sheets", you looked up at Lance.

You were back in the clinic so the doctors could collect both samples, and while you've had the years to prepare for this, and with therapy it was something you had worked over, sometimes you were still plagued by these thoughts.

Fortunately, your husband knew just what to say, "it's not the usual way, yes, but it's filled with love nonetheless. You're putting yourself through procedures after your body had been medicated with injections, and that is love. For out little one who we will hopefully hold in our arms when the time comes, love for our family and love for me. You're going to make me a father because of this amount of love you're showing me and that we share, okay?", he smiled soothingly, kissing your forehead, "no more of those worries, okay? Besides, we'll have loads of time for you to touch me and for me to touch you", he winked, helping you turn around so he could help you with the gown's tie.

Kissing your forehead goodbye once the nurses came to take you, Lance was then pulled to a room for himself, "all of the supplies you need are there", she pointed to the sterile table, leaving him alone in the room. Masturbating in a hospital room was not something he ever thought about doing. It wasn't that you weren't there with him, because he certainly had done it many times whenever he travelled for races and you weren't there, so he figured it was the white walls, plain in a room that only had the purpose he was in there for too. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he found the photo album of pictures of you he kept for these occasions. The collection was built along the years you've dated, usually ending up on his phone whenever you both felt particularly daring and in need of the other and you weren't physically able to satisfy it. The picture he used, however, was one he had taken himself. The picture was probably three months old as he had taken in on your anniversary, your naked side profile as you looked sweetly at the camera. You hadn't done anything big to celebrate it, opting instead for staying in and spending your time between the sheets working on your shared dream of a family. And that's exactly what he was doing right now, stroking himself as he recalled the sweet noises you make that he adores so much, the way you feel around him and how your body feels in his hands, soon collecting his finish in the sterile cup.

Making sure it was sealed tight and then washing his hands, Lance fixed himself and walked out of the room, heading up to the desk and handing his sample to the nurse, "there you go", he began, seeing her store it in a cooler like box, "I'm sorry to bother, but do you have any news on my wife?", he wondered, "Y/N's procedure seems to be concluded", the nurse looked at the monitor in front of her, "they're probably just finishing up and she'll be up in her room any minute. Do you want me to walk you there?".

"I think I still remember the way, thank you though", Lance smiled, walking along the corridors until he found the room you had been in. He sat in the comfortable chair, smiling when he saw your colourful fuzzy socks waiting on your bag, remembering reading reports from other women saying that their feet were cold after the retrieval, and since you weren't a big fan of the cold, Lance made sure to pack them for you.

The noise in the corridor caught his attention as the nurse that had wheeled you to the procedure room came back, wheeling you back inside, "she's still a bit sleepy, but the procedure went well. Dr. Marlin said that, at first glance, everything is right on track", she smiled as she noticed Lance's worry fade, "we will be both here in a bit so we can discharge her, but if something happens meanwhile, there's a bell there", she pointed, excusing herself and closing the door behind her.

Turning to face you, Lance kissed your cheek as you fluttered your lashes, "hey, sleepy girl", he cooed, prompting you to fully open your eyes, "I heard you did really well in there", he admitted proudly.

"Yes, they said something about a good number of eggs, I think I might've compared myself to a chicken, so you know, good things", you giggled, looking for his hand to hold, "thank you, for all this", you kissed his knuckles, "no need to thank me, we're in this together, sweetheart".

After explaining you the signs you should look out for, the medical team discharged you and off home you went with Lance.

Since you got the call to book the embryo transfer day, you and Lance had been cautiously hopeful with the results, "Lance, Y/N, I'm happy to say that we have 10 embryos to work with. They have developed healthily and without any complications", Dr. Marlin cheered.

"Let's go get a baby put inside of me, hm?", you stepped out of the car, holding Lance's hand as you walked to the door. Checking in was quick and you were almost immediately welcomed into the procedure room, sitting in the bed and covering yourself as requested.

"I imagine I'm looking very sexy", you joked in a way to deal with the nerves, "you always look the sexiest to me", your husband kissed the side of your head, resting his forehead in yours, "we're finally here, my love, you've got this, we've got this", he whispered, almost terrified that of he spoke any louder he would disturb the mood.

You heard a knock on the door, Dr. Marlin and her colleague walking in wheeling a small cart, "we have your embryos here", she pointed to the environment where they had been developing. As they rearranged the room, they pushed a highchair by your side, telling Lance he could sit in there while they worked, "so, Y/N, you shouldn't feel too much pain, rather some pressure as we make the transfer", she said as she maneuvered the small catheter, her colleagues guiding the ultrasound as you looked at Lance, finding the usual calm in his brown eyes.

"That was very well placed, actually the perfect spot", Dr. Marlin said, smiling behind her mask as he removed the devices and covered you up. "It's done", she empathised, rubbing your shoulder and hugging you, "now you're just going to stay here for 10, 15 minutes or so, to make sure everything settles", she excused herself, leaving you and Lance in the room.

"We made a baby and they're inside of you", Lance choked out. Throughout this process, he had always been the strong one, the one to hold you whenever you didn't want to do the injection because it hurt too much, whenever you felt like crap from the meds and whenever you lost hope, but today he cried for the first time, bringing tears to your own, "I'm so happy, I promise these are happy tears", he chuckled, "I always say that I'm the luckiest guy because you love me, at my best and t my worst, and today you proved it to me once again. I really am the luckiest", he kissed your lips, salty tears in the mix while you waited.

"We'll see you in two weeks for the test, okay?", your OB waved goodbye after giving you two big hugs, "thank you, once more", you spoke, forever grateful for the way she led you through this whole journey.

Driving home was quiet and comfortable, your seat adjusted so you didn't have as much pressure on your abdominal area, "They really should get this holes sorted, they've been here for a while now and they're only getting worse", Lance mumbled, "I'm sorry, sweetheart", he apoligised as he slowed down the car as much as it was safe to, "it's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything", you justified, not seeing the need to be so careful.

Blushing, your husband passed all the holes, the concrete now smooth as he drove faster again, "can't give any more shakes to the little bun, you know? Making sure they stay glued to the wall and all", he said sweetly, hopefully bringing lightness to the situation as you pouted at his cuteness.

"I love you, Lance. There's no one else I'd want to do this with", you stretched your hand, landing on his thigh as his own hand travelled to your tummy, rubbing it softly and hoping that your family was growing inside of you.

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yay, so happy to hear that you have your requests open now!

may i please request a miguel x f!reader fic in which the reader is a queen and miguel is her personal knight. they’re madly in love but must keep their forbidden relationship under wraps because of obvious class differences and reader’s marriage to the king. to make matters worse, reader finds out that she’s carrying miguel’s child 🫣

Royal Secret | Knight Miguel O'Hara x Queen Fem!Reader

Words: 7.5k

Warnings: Infidelity (reader is having an affair), unexpected pregnancy, misogynistic husband and remarks, some angst, some feels, Miguel is absolutely whipped for you. Do tell if I forgot anything!

A/N: Hello!!! Gosh, it's been a while since I've written anything! I've missed this so much :) So, I was really excited when I got this request, because I myself am a huge fan of Royal AUs, especially those with knights, hehehe. It also felt like a huge responsibility because omg a request like this is a serious thing.

I'm not sure I like how it turned out - I've been writing a lot for uni, and it took me a while to get into the writing mindset, but once I got it, I just kept going. I'm not entirely sure I'm satisfied with it - I kept worrying and worrying that it wasn't good enough. But I hope that you will like it and that it will live up to your expectations! :)

Council meetings were boring. This you knew and stressed to mainly anyone in your inner circle.

Mostly because your husband the King would not allow a single peep from you. In his eyes, your opinion was as worthless as a commoner’s.

No, even worse. A commoner, should he be a man, would probably be allowed more insight on any royal matters than you. All your husband wanted from you during these council meetings was your silent presence. For him, having you sit pretty and quiet by his side was a sign of strength. A sign that your marriage was successful, that you were a Queen loyal to her King, that you’d be always beside him.

For you, it meant you’d lose an entire morning (and sometimes half of an afternoon) listening to your husband as he blabbed away on topics such as economics and politics.

You scoffed whenever one of his suggestions were met with the approving nods and cheers of other noblemen and councillors. What they did not know, was that every day before retiring to your chambers, you would discuss with him the topics mentioned during these meetings and give him your own two cents on the matter, away from prying eyes. He’d laugh at you and claim you too pretty to form a coherent thought (although to him, it was always amusing to see you try), telling you to leave the important conversations for the big, strong men.

In his council chambers, he would steal your input, and gain the admiration of everyone around him. It wasn’t exactly rewarding, but at least you were helping your kingdom, even if indirectly. Even if you did not get any recognition from it. Even if your husband’s councillors thought of you only as a pretty face and nothing else.

It was all for the good of the kingdom.

The good of the kingdom was your priority, now and always.

“I thank you, gentlemen, for your presence today.” Your husband’s voice boomed through the room, and he stood up, the rest of the council following right after. You could count those who truly cared about the wellbeing and prosperity of Arakhneva with your fingers. Most of them were here solely for the status or perks of being close to the King. Never mind them – no matter how much you advised your husband to keep those conniving opportunists away, but as always, he refused to listen.

“This meeting is over. You are dismissed.” Having said this, the men curtsied at him, acknowledged you with a solemn nod, and made their way towards the exit. Once they were all gone, you stood up, doing the best you could to hide the way you were stretching. Those four hours spent sitting alongside him left your body sore. Unable to slouch, doze off, or look anything short of perfect.

“The meeting seems to have gone according to plan.” Your husband said, not sparing you a single look.

“Indeed, it has.” You didn’t particularly look forward to small talk with this man. Although you two shared the same name and similar titles, you had no affection for him whatsoever. In fact, as often as you could, you made up excuses not to share a bed with him. Sometimes you were sick. For more than half of the month, you had “lady troubles” (it’s not like your doctors know any better. And it’s not like you ever allowed them to look at you. They had only your word to act upon). Sometimes you were lucky and managed to tire him out before it was nighttime, and he felt too exhausted to even propose such a thing. But to everyone else, you were avidly trying to conceive an heir for the kingdom. Avidly.

“I am to go hunting this afternoon with the Royal Council. It is stag season, and William believes we can intercept a particularly big herd if we leave in just about two hours.” Of course. Lord William, your husband’s closest advisor and confidante, would be a part of this. Not that you minded. Thanks to William and all he did to keep your husband occupied; you had more time for yourself than you could possibly want.

“Last time you promised you would not kill the young ones,” you told him, smoothing your dress. Lilac lace and white tule, it was one of the pieces you were most fond of. You thought perhaps wearing it would make you feel better, but so far, you had no such luck. You still felt miserable.

“Did I?” He asked, checking his appearance in the mirror. Of course, your husband, ever the vain man. He was good-looking, that’s for sure. Tall, with a piercing gaze, always dressed in the finest of cloths, walking with the confidence of one hundred kings. But it didn’t do any good if he was a despicable human being.

“You did.” You walked towards him, holding your hands tightly. “Please, don’t do it. Let them live – it’s not like they can feed you, they’re just babies.”

“Your emotions will be your downfall, woman.” He said, not once taking his eyes off his reflection. “Do not expect me to dine with you – we are to return late.”

Having said this, he left the room.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. The golden jewelled crown was heavy on your head, and you felt tired. You loved your kingdom, you truly did. But sacrificing your life to marry a man you have no affection for was taking a toll on you.

Sighing, you walked through the walls of the Arakhnevian castle. A beautiful construction, really, with tall towers and plenty of windows that allowed for the most beautiful view in the country. The inside of the castle was just as beautiful. Your husband demanded only the best, so it was covered in expensive carpets and gleaming chandeliers, filled with only the best furniture and adornments. And while it was stunning and filled to the brim with every kind of things, it still felt empty.

You opened the door to your chambers and quickly asked your maids for some space. You wanted some peace and quiet, not to deal with anyone, not to be Queen of Arakhneva, to simply be you, with no responsibilities.

After a few moments of resting by your divan, you heard a knock on the door.

“I wish to be alone.” You said it loud enough for the other person to hear, but that didn’t stop them from opening it just a tiny bit and replying.

“Is everything alright, Your Majesty?”

Oh.

You smiled instantly upon hearing that voice – his voice.

The voice of the man that held your heart in his hands, the voice of the only man you truly loved, the one who made you smile and made you feel loved and cherished and adored, the one who treated you like you truly mattered.

Sir Miguel O’Hara.

He’d been assigned as your knight when you married your husband, many days ago.

His job was to protect you, make sure you were safe and sound. And while being a Queen was a hard job, being a lonely Queen was even worse. You had ladies in waiting as would be expected – but they all seemed rather fake. Just like your husband’s advisors, these women were merely here for the power and the status. None of them cared about you or your life. Nevertheless, they praised you. Your wardrobe. Your gardens. Your decorating skills. All you did was marvellous to them. This is, of course, if they got anything in return from it.

The only true friendships you’d ever found in the castle was Lady Gwen, a rather young but extremely intelligent and mature lady who’d warmed up to you and proven to be the greatest companion you could ever ask for. She was the only one who knew about your secret affair and kept that secret with her life.

Yes, she was quite younger than you. Some at court would dare to call her a child whenever you were absent. More than once had you needed to berate all of them for trying to put her down. Your castle was no place for petty gossip, especially when the focus of it was a hardworking girl who’d never done anything wrong.

Her father was a wealthy Duke, and he’d sent his only daughter into the Royal Castle, in hopes of making a noble, marriageable lady out of her. You’d hijacked his plans and were making sure young Lady Gwen was simply enjoying her life as a carefree royal. Heavens knew she’d need to.

The creaking of your voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“Your Majesty?” Sir Miguel asked, voice low. Ever the gentleman, he did not dare peek inside, in fear of trespassing your boundaries and privacy. He needn’t be afraid – he’d stolen your heart long ago. There was no such thing as privacy; at least not when it came to him.

You looked in the direction of the door, breath quickening. It had been a few days since you’d last seen Miguel. He’d been too busy. Being the kingdom’s most prestigious knight had both its perks and downsides. Being dragged away on missions was one of them.

Many often wondered why Sir Miguel was your personal knight. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and an even broader back, with eyes so deep you found it hard not to get lost in them, with courage and nerves of steel. Why would such a man be kept in the castle, when he could be out there protecting his kingdom?

In truth, he was.

Your life used to be very different. Your husband used to love you. Used to. Shortly after your wedding, he assigned the kingdom’s best knight to guard you. In his opinion, no expense was too big to keep you safe. So, Sir Miguel was taken out of the battlefield, and placed by your bed chamber’s door.

(Later you found out your husband’s kindness was an elaborate ruse to wed you. You were heartbroken, having fallen for a man that held no respect or desire for you.)

It was awkward at first. You did not know Miguel, and yet he was tasked with taking you everywhere, ensuring that you were alright, standing by your side 24/7. But soon you found him to be an amazing companion and your biggest confidante. You’d tell him about everything. Your childhood, your life in court, your marriage. As soon as the first signs of indifference from your husband started to show, you were next to Miguel, asking him for help and advice.

You’d cry in his arms, telling him how your husband ignored you, choosing to tend to administrational matters instead of you, and how lonely you felt.

To say Miguel was pissed was an understatement.

In his eyes, you were the most gracious woman that had ever walked the planet, the closest thing there had ever been to an angel. Your husband was a foolish man if he couldn’t realise the treasure he held.

So, he made sure to prove to you just how precious you were.

It started out with simple gestures.

One time, during a stroll in the gardens, you tripped on a loose rock. For the rest of the day, Miguel asked you to hold on to his arm, and you did so, happy to be close to him.

When you were sick, Miguel would rush to you, spending the day by your bedside, feeding you spoonful after spoonful of soup, and aiding you while you drank warm tea. He’d read to you until you were sound asleep and placed a soft palm on your forehead to check your temperature.

Soon, you found yourself drawn to him more and more.

The attraction wasn’t merely physical – he was a handsome man, yes, and plenty of Lords and Dukes had tried to pair him off with their daughters – but emotional. Miguel understood you, as you understood him. You were the only person he’d ever talked to about his childhood and life. You were the only one who knew his deepest, darkest secrets.

So, it wasn’t a surprise that one cold December right, right after your husband had abandoned you for a special Christmas hunt, you found yourself in Miguel’s arms, kissing him senseless. The fact that your husband had chosen something else over you on a very special night just reassured you of your choice. Your husband did not love you. Sir Miguel, on the other hand, did. Very much.

He touched you as if you were made of glass, pressing feather-like kisses on your cheeks and the column of your neck, whispering gentle promises of everlasting love and affection. He held you close when it snowed, pressing your warm body against his, as he ran his fingers up and down your back, marvelling at the softness of your skin. When you turned to ask him what was on his mind, his breath was stolen.

Curious moonlight was bathing you in a soft glow, making you appear even more ethereal.

Miguel hugged you tight and promised to love you forever. You returned his promise.

It was hard keeping your affair a secret. You loved him deeply and always wanted him by your side. But you’d made a promise before God, to love and cherish your husband. Many times you prayed for forgiveness, as the man that appeared in your dreams and rested in between your sheets was not your King. You had to keep everything under wraps. Miguel was a knight and stood much lower than you in the social hierarchy – a hierarchy you hated. To you, he stood at the very top, as the holder of your heart and love.

“Did anyone see you come in?” You asked in a low voice, looking behind your lover.

He shook his head but decided to check once more. One could not be too careful, and he’d rather face the wraths of hell than to have you be the centre of a scandal. Miguel loved you far too much for that. Sure, he adored you and worshipped you more than anything. All he wanted was to sing ballads in your honour, scream from the top of the highest mountains that he was yours, let everyone know his heart belonged to you. But if he had to love you in secret, so be it.

“May I?” He asked, walking in, and closing the door behind him after you gave him permission. As soon as the door was closed, he rushed to your side, wrapping you in a tight embrace. “My Queen…” He whispered against your hair, hands caressing the small of your back to comfort you.

You said nothing, preferring to simply remain in his arms. No one knew this, but that’s where you felt safer, more at ease. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent. Miguel smelled of forest and firewood, and nothing felt more at home than his embrace.

He understood of course and did not say anything. He tightened his hold around you, swiftly picking you up in his arms and making his way towards your divan. He sat down and adjusted so you could rest comfortably against his chest. He wouldn’t pressure you nor push you. You’d talk whenever you wanted to.

After a few moments of listening to his heartbeat, you looked up, tracing the lines of his face, his strong jawline and chin, and the soft plushiness of his lips.

“I missed you.” You said, craning your head up to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “The meeting today was dreadful. I hate it whenever he drags me along. I’m just an accessory to him. Nothing more.”

Miguel’s gaze darkened. He hated your husband. The way he treated you was unspeakable – if you were his wife, Miguel would cherish you more than anything. He already did, although with no such title. But you knew it. You knew how he felt for you, and that was enough.

“He’s blind. You know it.” Miguel replied, tracing gentle patterns on your back. “He is blind and a fool. If he were anything but, he wouldn’t treat you like a decoration. He doesn’t deserve you. Cielos, my love, if I could, I’d – “

“You’d nothing.” You silenced him with a kiss. “There is nothing you can do. He is my husband. And he is the King. I may not care for him, but he still holds our lives in the palm of his hand. One wrong move and something could happen to you. I will not have that.”

He furrowed his brow. By God, he looked so attractive. Especially like this, all confused. You liked to see him like this. Your Miguel looked far too sure and confident all the time. It was nice to have the upper hand occasionally.

“But you are miserable. How can I live with the knowledge that my beloved is miserable?” He brushed his lips across your forehead.

“I could never be miserable with you by my side. It is you that makes me happy. It is you I love. As long as I have you, I need nothing else.”

Miguel smiled and leaned towards you, dark locks of hair falling on his forehead. He kissed you softly and his hands slowly shifted to your hips. A silent request.

“He won’t be here until late. The council is going on a hunt. He told me so.” You said breathlessly, looking up into that fiery gaze of his. You dropped your hands into his chest and felt your cheeks getting warmer as his hands slowly travelled down your back and into your hips.

“Is that so?” He toyed with the ribbons in your dress, smiling when they came undone. “You look breathtaking. You know I love this dress, don’t you?” You nodded, too entranced by him to form a coherent sentence, “Lilacs would cry in shame of being compared to you, the prettiest flower of them all.”

“Well, since that fool of a man won’t be here for a while…” Miguel got up, holding you tightly against his chest. His chestplate was cold, but you knew his body to be scalding hot once it pressed against yours. He carefully placed you down on your bed, stepping backwards so he could remove his armour and place his sword on the divan. “How about we make the most of that time? I’d like to show you just how much I love and cherish you.”

You smiled and nodded.

“I’d like that very much.”

Once his armour was on the ground, he made his way next to you, bringing your lips together in a dizzying kiss. You smiled against his lips and ran a hand through his hair. No matter what, your knight in shining armour would always make you feel better.

Describing this last couple of weeks as you being “sick” hardly does it any justice.

In fact, you’d been through hell lately.

You would feel sick at the most abnormal of times. More than once did you have to excuse yourself from those dreadful meetings to rush to the nearest chamber pot to empty the contents of your stomach. Most of the food that was served to you in the morning and at night had you covering your nose and begging for some fresh air.

Just the mere action of strolling along the gardens had you exhausted, and you had to sit down often, fanning yourself. Your ladies in waiting were worried (or at least did a very good job of pretending so), asking you every five seconds if you were alright, and keeping you hydrated with refreshments such as fresh lemonade or warm tea.

Never in a million years would you suspect what was happening.

In your head, it wouldn’t be possible to get pregnant. You’d laid with your husband perhaps a dozen times when your marriage begun – you were in love and committed, and it felt natural. The kingdom needed an heir. But as time went on and he started neglecting you, you neglected your heir-bearing duties.

That’s why such an idea was so farfetched.

“Pregnancy” connoted the emergence of an heir, and expectation that bore no relevance to your present circumstances.

(That’s not to say you did not know how a pregnancy worked. You did. It was just that, in the labyrinth of royal protocol and expectations, such a turn had long been entwined with the prospect of securing an heir. It completely slipped your mind that the handsome knight who woke up next to you most mornings could be the cause of such a thing.)

Your husband had noticed it too. But he was far too detached to investigate it, and simply avoided you once you turned green with the smell of lunch.

“Make sure not to get any of the carpets dirty. They were awfully expensive.” He’d speak. Yes, you knew. You acquired them.

For a while, you decided to ignore it. You went about your normal day, completing each of your tasks – no matter how unimportant they seemed. Overseeing the gardens, checking in with the castle’s staff and assuring all was in order, organising and overviewing supplies and food for the next few months. You sat in the library and busied yourself with some books, and visited the kitchens in order to supervise the lunch that was being served to every servant and knight.

Miguel had abandoned you for the day – he was supervising the training of the younger knights, teaching them the way of the profession. You didn’t want him to be inside of the castle all the time, it would do him good to go outside and train the younger squires.

When you made your way towards the training grounds to ensure all was well with the trainees, you were rewarded with the glorious sight of your beloved, standing in the middle of a makeshift arena, sword in hand. He’d foregone a shirt, and your heart leaped at the way he fought knight after knight, proving once more to be the most talented of them all.

When the rest of the knights spotted their Queen, they stood straighter, taller, and bowed before you. Miguel looked at you and a smile graced his lips. His beautiful Queen had come to see him.

Although you’d tried not to make a scene or draw any suspicion towards you, you couldn’t help but walk down the stairs and approach the training men.

“Your Majesty.” They curtsied once more before you, placing a hand on top of their hearts.

“To what do we owe such honour?” Miguel asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

He looked so handsome, droplets of water clinging to his hair, beads of sweat falling down his tan skin, the soft rise and fall of his chest, signalling he was out of breath.

“Sir O’Hara, may I have a word with you? The king has sent a message to you.”

It was a lousy lie, but you needed to get your hands on him.

He signalled to someone to keep the training going, grabbed a nearby rag (possibly a makeshift towel), and gestured towards the path ahead.

“After you, Your Majesty.”

You smiled and led him to a secluded area of the training grounds, a small backroom, really, where the two of you could be alone. You looked around once, twice, and a third time before reassuring yourself that you two were alone, and then turned to kiss him.

Miguel understood immediately. He held you softly as not to crumple your dress and get you all sweaty – you had a secret to keep – but kissed you with the desperation of a man who hadn’t seen his beloved in a whole eternity.

His lips moved along yours tenderly, sending shivers down your spine, and his hand was quick to cup your cheek. He tried pushing away for some air, but you followed him and placed one last kiss on his lips.

“Is everything alright?” He asked you, thumb caressing your cheek.

“Not really. Today’s been terribly boring, and I think I must be coming down with something.” You confessed with a sigh. Miguel placed his lips to your forehead and hummed.

“You don’t seem to have a fever. But if you’re ill, perhaps you shouldn’t be here. It’s rather chilly outside, and you brought no shawl to protect you from the cold.” His tone was firm but caring – truthfully, all he wanted, was to keep you safe. “You should go back inside.”

“Do you wish to see mee off that quickly, Sir O’Hara?” You teased, putting on a faux betrayed look on your face. “I thought I was the woman of your heart.”

“And you are,” he punctuated his statement with a kiss to your lips, tongue pushing past yours to explore your mouth, the way he knew made your breath quicken and cheeks warm. “But I would hate for my beloved to get ill. Especially when I could’ve avoided it. Besides, I’m sure he wouldn’t like it if you were sick. He’d find a way to blame it all on you and accuse you of not being a worthy wife.” These last words were spit with a venom solely reserved for your husband.

But you knew he was right. It would do you no good to get sick.

You nodded and kissed his jaw tenderly.

“You should get back to your training.”

Like he always did, Miguel dropped down on one knee, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly, looking up at you with a look of pure adoration.

“My Queen,” he mumbled, before walking away.

You had to remain hidden for a few moments, so you could catch your breath and steady your heart before turning around and returning to the castle.

You were making your third round around the castle, trying to abstain from the terrible fatigue and mood swings that had haunted you throughout the day, when a shy maid approached you in the hall, curtsying before you.

“Your Majesty,” she said, her eyes fixated on her feet, “His Majesty the King has asked to see you… He is in the council room and says it is important.”

It had to be. Rarely did your husband talk to the servants. He usually asked his council to carry on his tasks for him, arguing that speaking to a servant would lower his status as a man. What a foolish thing to think, especially when his workers nearly broke their backs to keep him happy and satisfied, cooking his meals, keeping him warm and safe.

What an ungrateful man.

You thanked the maid and walked towards the council room, where your husband was sitting at the head of a table, studying maps of his lands.

“Good, you were quick.” He said, not even daring to look up from the pieces of paper.

“You called for me.”

“Yes, I did.” Your husband finally spared you a glance. He looked at your figure, his eyes trailing the top of your head and observing your whole body. You could not make out what he was thinking, and to be frank, you didn’t want to. So, you stood there, awaiting further instructions. “I have just been informed the Thidorian King will be travelling to Arakhneva late this month. He will be bringing his wife and staying for a couple of weeks. This could be the chance to form a powerful alliance with a strong kingdom.”

You nodded as you took his information in. The Thidorian king was strong and prosperous, and while it wasn’t as prestigious nor as rich as Arakhneva, it was still noble. Forming an alliance with them was sure to be advantageous for both kingdoms.

“I am entrusting you with all preparations for their arrival. You must see that they are comfortable at all times. A feast shall be organized in their honour – I want no expense spared. Do you understand me, woman?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, my king. I shall see that all goes smoothly. Is there anything else you wanted to discuss?” You asked, eager to get away from that abominable room.

Your husband remained silent for a few seconds. Then, he placed both of his hands on top of the table and looked at you with a different kind of look. An earnest look, one you hadn’t seen in him in a long, long time.

“The Thidorian Queen is expecting a child.” His voice was almost emotionless, but you could make out the single hint of vulnerability in it. He was your husband, after all. You knew him. “It would be a shame if a smaller kingdom produced an heir to the throne first. It is your duty to bear an heir to Arakhneva, do not forget. I will visit you tonight. That is all.”

He dismissed you with a wave of a hand, and you all but fled the room.

The hearty lunch you’d eaten earlier threatened to come out – you almost ran to your chambers, locking yourself inside.

Once you were sure you were alone, you puked inside a chamber pot, tears spilling from your eyes.

It was bad enough to be married to a man that felt nothing for you, but having to actually lay with him and betray the love of your life… You emptied your stomach once again, and sat on the floor, layers of silk spreading on the floor as you sat down and hugged your knees close to your chest.

There was no way you could refuse him.

Your husband was prideful – a smaller kingdom having an heir before him would destroy his ego. That night when he came to your room, you would have to lay bare before him, and let him touch you.

Despicable.

You sighed.

How would you tell Miguel? He knew you had to keep your marriage up, for appearances, for politics, for, well, everything. He knew you did not love your husband. But he hated it whenever he came to you at night. No one hated it more than you did, but Miguel was a close second.

You closed your eyes and tried to get a few moments of rest.

What a tiresome day it’d been.

How exhausted you’d been lately. It’s not like you did much. Sure, you had a horse and went out frequently into the woods to get some fresh air. You enjoyed gardening, and more than once had tried to learn how to fight with a sword (an activity that ended up with you and Miguel with your limbs entwined, in the horse stable.)

Shaking your head, you got up. You called for a maid and asked her to prepare a bath, since you wanted to change into some cleaner clothes. Perhaps it would help you relax.

Within a few minutes, a tub filled with lukewarm water was placed in your chambers, and you ordered everyone to leave. You needed some time to think.

It was interesting to think how your life had turned out.

As a child, you often dreamed of true love.

Now, you had that same true love you’d always desired, but not for the one you exchanged vows with. In fact, you loathed that same man, repulsed his words, and despised his touch. Being his Queen was a sacrifice you did solely for your kingdom. And what a big sacrifice it was.

You had to talk to Miguel before dinnertime. You needed to explain to him what was to happen and hear from his lips that he loved you and all would be well.

But once you leaned over to fetch your towel, a strange realisation hit you.

Your water was crystal clear.

The water you’d used to clean yourself was crystal clear.

What day was it?

You pressed your towel against your legs, furrowing your eyebrows.

You were supposed to bleed. Why weren’t you bleeding?

In fact, you were supposed to have bled a while ago.

How long had it been since your last monthly course?

You started to panic.

It could be some sort of mistake. You’d heard from other women that issues such as stress or even diet could affect a woman’s courses.

You quickly got out of the tub, wrapping yourself in your towel, trying to wrap your mind around everything.

You hadn’t bled.

In your head, you ran every possible option.

It surely wasn’t normal; you were taught a woman should bleed once a month once she became a lady.

The only reason it didn’t happen was…

Oh.

The whole world seemed to be spinning.

How?

But you hadn’t laid with your husband. It was impossible, there was no way.

Miguel.

You puked whatever was rest of your lunch and breathing became hard.

You did the math in your head, recalling all the times you’d been with Miguel.

And no matter how much you did not want to believe it, it made sense.

All of it made sense. The odd mood swings, the fatigue, the nausea; you’d looked in the mirror and noticed your breasts had gotten more tender. It all added up.

And you had no idea how to deal with it.

You got dressed haphazardly, foregoing a corset and half of the layers necessary to look presentable, and called for one of your ladies – but not any lady.

“You asked to see me, Your Majesty?” Lady Gwen asked, opening your door ever so slightly. Once she took you in, her expression changed to one of confusion. “My Queen – is everything alright?” She asked.

“Gwendolyn, I need you to get Sir O’Hara. Right now.” Your tone was urgent, and she was quick to understand. She curtsied and left the room while you paced around, heart beating loudly in your chest.

What were you to do?

What would Miguel think?

What were you to do? You hadn’t shared a bed with your husband in a very long time. It would be impossible to convince him the… to convince him it was his.

Unless…

It felt like you had been waiting for an eternity. You heard the familiar knock that was characteristic of Miguel, and turned your back on him, too afraid to face him yet.

He locked the door behind him and approached you carefully.

“My love,” he started, shaking his head. To have a Lady in waiting (a young one, at that) pulling him from training was odd enough as it was, and so he couldn’t help but think something was amiss when you turned away from him. “Is everything alright?”

You tried to steady your breath. How were you going to say this out loud? What if Miguel got angry? What would you do about it? How were you going to fix this?

“Miguel, I…” Your attempt at steadying your breath failed, and instead you started to hyperventilate, tears falling down your face. The frightened expression on your face worried Miguel, and all it took was two strides across your room for him to pull you to his chest.

“It’s alright, mi amor. Shhh. Breathe with me. Here,” he took your hand in his and placed it on top of his heart. The steadiness of his heartbeat relaxed you, and you found yourself breathing slower as he coaxed you. “In… And out… There… You’re doing wonderfully… That’s right, just breathe…”

You breathed in and out for a few more seconds before Miguel asked if you were better. You nodded and looked up at him, trying to gather some courage for what you were about to say.

“Miguel…” You felt the tears prickle the corner of your eyes again but fought against them. You had to be strong. “Miguel…”

He listened attentively, trying not to show how worried he was. What could possibly be so wrong that you’d look so shaken up?

“Miguel, I… I haven’t bled this month…”

He looked confused. How could that be a problem? Did it mean you were ill? Is that why you were so tired earlier? Did it affect you like that?

Seeing the confusion written across his face, you chuckled nervously.

“Miguel, it means… I haven’t bled – and I’ve been so tired and moody, and God, I cannot stand the smell of anything that I’m supposed to eat… I might…” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence, far too scared to say it out loud. If you said it, it’d become real.

That’s when it hit him.

Hard.

He froze, staring at you with raised eyebrows. He took you all in, as if it was a foreign thing, if you’d suddenly grown an extra limb.

“Miguel? Please say something?” You said, your voice breaking mid-sentence. “I need you by my side…”

Miguel shook his head slightly, and you could see his eyes had turned teary.

Slowly, he regained his speech.

“You… You’re with child?”

There. He said it. Child.

You were with child.

You were expecting his child.

You nodded, worried about his reaction. What did that mean? Was he happy? Was he worried? Was he angry with you?

“My love, that’s…” Miguel chuckled – a hearty and true chuckled that reverberated across the room. He caught you in his arms and spun you around, placing kisses all over your face. “I love you. I adore you. I worship you, my Queen, my love. The love of my life. You’re giving me a child. You’re bearing my child.” He rambled on like a maniac, holding your hands tightly and kissing them repeatedly.

For a while, you forgot about your predicament.

You saw yourself cradling a small baby in your arms, Miguel wrapping his arms around the both of you. You watched as he took your child to the gardens, watching as he chased butterflies. You saw Miguel sing your child to sleep and kiss your forehead while you nursed him. Or her. You saw yourselves as a happy family, far from the responsibilities of a royal life.

It all seemed so close. So real.

Your illusion was shattered once Miguel let go of your hands.

“You’re carrying my child.” His voice was sombre, dark. It carried none of the happiness of just a few moments ago. “Mierda.” He ran his hands through his fingers, eyes widening in realisation.

Miguel let go of you and paced around the room, trying to calm himself down. He did a much better job than you, taking in deep breaths and walking in circles. He looked at you, took you in once again. That’s right. You said you’d been feeling sick. And tired. It all made perfect sense. You were pregnant with his child – you were pregnant with a child from a man who was not your husband.

“Mi reina, I… I’m so sorry.” He said, walking towards you.

You lifted your hand, stopping him.

“You are not going to apologize.”

“But I – “

“I love you, Miguel.” You said, taking his hand in yours again. “I love you.”

Miguel nodded and hugged you once again, kissing the top of your head slightly.

“What are we going to do?” He asked, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Does anyone know?”

“No,” you shook your head, “No one. I… I figured out today. I have been getting ready in the morning by myself. I wish to be alone, so I do not ask the ladies for help. No one knows.”

He nodded once again and pulled away from him, rubbing his jaw in thought. You decided to break the news now; it was as good a time as any.

“He wants to come to me tonight.” You said, sounding stronger than you felt.

Miguel looked at you, a mix of anger and surprise in his face.

“What!?”

“He told me the Thidorian throne is expecting an heir. Of course, his pride is stronger, and God forbid he is falling behind. He told me he’s coming to my chambers tonight.”

You saw Miguel tense at your words, his jaw ticking. You knew he disliked your husband. So did you. But you also saw the glimmer in his eyes – just like you, Miguel was very intelligent. His mind was running the same possibility yours was.

You saw him nodding emphatically, staring at the floor.

“He will come to you.” He repeated and kept nodding. “Yes. He will come to you. It can work… But…” Miguel turned to you, frowning. “You… You will have to share a bed with him.”

This was your biggest worry. What if Miguel was just like your husband, too prideful to give up what was his?

“It’s the only way, Miguel.” You hugged your torso and tried to carry on speaking without wavering. “I… I must engage in… marital relations.” You nearly puked at the words. “It’s the only way. I will lie with him. I must.”

“You must hide the pregnancy.” Miguel continued, looking at you. He appeared to be focused, deep in thought. “Dismiss your maids for as long as you can and call the physician in a few weeks. Are you feeling too ill? Can you pretend for a few more weeks?” This line was spoken differently. Of course, he would always sound sweet and attentive when it came to you and your well-being. That’s just who Miguel was.

“I think so. There was a chill outside today, perhaps I can pretend to have caught a common cold. It would allow me a few days of bed rest.”

Miguel sighed.

“Do you think… Do you think he will believe it?”

You scoffed.

“The King is far too prideful not to. Once he finds out, he will be too happy to even think about anything else. His priorities will lie with bragging about his heir to every kingdom. He thinks too highly of himself to consider me sharing the bed with someone else.”

“Only the bed?” Miguel quirked an eyebrow, finding it in himself to tease you slightly.

“And my heart.” You ran a hand through his jaw, committing it to memory. “I am sorry.”

He frowned.

“Why?”

“Your child…” You dropped your hand, but he was quick to catch it in between his. You’d said it. You’d said the word – child. “He’ll think it’s his… Your own child…” The tears that threatened to spill did so, and he wiped them away one by one as your words sunk in.

“He will know. We well let him know.” He murmured, kissing your cheeks delicately. “Or she. Nothing will ever take our family away from us. Even if we have to hide it for a while.”

You sniffled, covering his hands with yours.

“And when he’s born? What if he bears no resemblance to him?”

Miguel chewed the inside of his cheek. That’d be a problem. Miguel looked nothing like the King. His hair was far too curly, his skin tanner, his gaze harder, his shoulders broader and his figure bigger. It would be a hard thing to convince the King the child was his. It would be even harder to convince him of the same thing regarding a teenager or a young adult.

He shook his head, undeterred.

“We’ll just have to pray it looks like you then,” he caressed your face, “And we will look in the portrait room. Perhaps we can assume his resemblance comes from his grandfather, or great-grandfather. It would put his mind at rest, to know his family tree is strong. I will think of something. I promise. Alright?”

You mumbled a soft “yes” and sought out his lips with your own. Right now, you just wanted to hold him close. You were frightened and nervous, and it seemed as if the world was spinning. You needed your rock, the love of your life, by your side.

“Mi amor, this is my promise to you. I will always take care of you. Always.” His hand dropped to your stomach, to where your child probably lay. “I’ll always take care of our family.”

In that little moment, nothing else mattered.

The fact your whole marriage could crumble this night meant nothing to you.

You were certain you could do this.

You would share a bed with your husband and make him believe the child was his. You would give him the heir he so desperately wanted.

But your heart would always belong to Miguel. With him, you could love without fears or barriers. He would be always present in his child’s life. You knew that, even having to hide his identity, Miguel would be the greatest father the world had ever seen. He was already doing such a wonderful job.

You looked up and kissed the love of your life, attempting to pour all your heart and emotions into a simple kiss.

“I love you,” you said.

Miguel smiled against your lips.

“I love you too, my Queen.”

You could do this.

As long as you had your knight in shining armour, you could get through anything in the world.

A/N: That's it! I really hope you guys liked it! I missed writing so much, and this was such a fun request! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go study for a test I have no information about, hahaha!

Have a great day everyone!!! <3

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yandere-writer-momo · 9 months

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Grandpa Doppo Grandpa Doppo

Since Doppo and Natsune help Katsumi in secret to get his now wife pregnant, how are the when they both babysitting their grandbaby who have Katsumi domestic eyebrows and a cute chubby baby

I AM OBSESSED WITH THE OROCHI FAMILY IDEA. That is why I sacrificed my soul to the devil for it. Just look at the baby. DA BABY

And hell ya that baby has his eyebrows. IT IS HEREDITARY.

Yandere Baki Head Canons

The Orochi Family dynamic

………………………………………………

Now this whole family is so excited for the newest edition that will be joining them soon. Each one has prepared for this day since the day you were first introduced. Katsumi has never had a partner before so they are over the moon

Natsue and Doppo designed a nursery in their house so they can babysit baby Orochi whenever. They started buying gender neutral baby clothes and baby supplies before your pregnancy was even announced. They’re not messing around when it comes to the opportunity of a grandkid or grandkids. They’re even encouraging Katsumi to have as many kids as he wants (they’re enablers)

Natsue will make you meals that would boost fertility while Doppo gives Katsumi parenting and romancing advice. They work together to make this union happen. They even offer to pay completely for your wedding.

Natsue and Doppo both cheer (Natsue cries) when you announce that you’re pregnant to them. They’re both fretting over you (along with Katsumi). They’re there for every step. They make sure you’re eating all the right foods and you’re not over working yourself. They don’t let you travel alone for anything. Natsue and Katsumi constantly rub you so you’re not sore anywhere. Doppo makes you exercise to make the birthing process easier too

And when the little bundle of joy comes, they’re trying to shove Katsumi out of the way to hold the baby. They’re so so happy to be grandparents. They’re telling you and Katsumi how they will be there for every step in this baby’s life

They’re overly doting and will spoil your child (or children) endlessly. Doppo starts teaching your child karate once they can walk. He said it’s good for their motor skills (he just wants quality pappy time).

Natsue makes your baby all kinds of meals. She’s a wonderful grandmother who occasionally pinches the baby’s chubby cheeks. She also takes pictures of them doing just about anything. She loves being a grandma

Doppo takes your kid on trips with him once they’re old enough. He enjoys hiking to train and he takes the kid with him. He really loves that your kid enjoys Karate. It’s going to be a family tradition from now on

Doppo would beat the crap out of little snot nosed kids if they were mean to your kid. He’s one tough grandpa

Katsumi will also pressure you for more kids. He wants a big family due to his past of a broken home. Natsue and Doppo have given him so much… so why shouldn’t he give them as many grandkids as he can? (Get your tubes tied asap)

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itsmattchou · 9 months

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when and how might our relationship start ?

pairing: zb1 maknae line x gn!reader warnings: ricky's and your mom are just ANNOYING🤬, GYUVIN AND READER ADE LIARS, pining gunwook, yujin has communication issues, the reader in yujins is considered a CHILD (if you ain't a child dni tf?), english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff, maybe a slight bit of angst if you squint your eyes real hard synopsis: why you started fake dating. notes: i know i said I'm only gonna write for mline + matthew from now on but honestly fuck matthew (lovingly). FUNFACT gyuvins is basically what happened to me 😍😍 life is a fanfic fr. for some reason i am not aware of i included some smau... maybe my urge to write one finally took over? who knows. ignore the bad quality pls.

shen quanrui - to get your parents off of your backs

it was basically like this: rickys family and your family knew each other for decades now. your moms were already besties when they went to s highschool together 😭

so best believe they were THRILLED when they got pregnant around the same time

and since day 1

seriously. since ricky and you were little INFANTS

you two were being shipped by your parents

"oh, they must marry one day!" 🥰 no

you two grew up together and were naturally really close to each other

but ROMANTIC FEELINGS? nuh uh. not a thing. not happening 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

but your parents- or more specifically, your mothers- did not want to hear it

they're CONVINCED you two will fall in love eventually and won't leave you two alone

after years of suffering and repeated "no mom we're not gonna be dating!"s you two hit your LIMIT

so you two went ahead and decided to get your family off of your backs and to start 'dating'!

only to 'break up' like a month later and tell them that you actually aren't a good fit at all🔥

your parents literally threw a big ass party once you announced your relationship… awkward

kim gyuvin - to prank your friends

you actually thought it would be funny to tell your friends that you two started dating; they wouldn't believe at all you but it would be hilarious

hilarious you said. TURNS OUT, it wasn't all that funny

instead of not believing you when gyuvin and you dropped that bomb as believable as possible, they started cheering and congratulating you

"we knew this would happen eventually! finally!" you what. 😃

originally you planned on playing the prank for one day and then tell the truth- but by the way everybody started congratulating you (even a teacher exclaimed that she was happy for you!) you two couldn't help but feel incredibly bad at the end of the day

so you two did the only plausible thing to do in a situation like that; continue on lying instead of simply telling the truth 👍🏻

the very next day you two came to school again, still as a couple. it hurt your heart to lie to your friends like that, but they would be SO disappointed in you if they found out about the joke :(

park gunwook - to make your crush jealous

gunwook was a close friend of yours and he was aware of your unrequited crush on that one guy in your class

well, kind of unrequited? it was honestly hard to tell for sure. your crush sometimes acted like he was interested in you, on other days you didn't even exist to him

his mixed signals drove you CRAZY🥴

so out of pure desperation you asked gunwook for a small favor.. to please fake date you in order to make your crush jealous

AND REVEAL HIS TRUE FEELINGS!!!

gunwook was reluctant at first but he also had a small but secret crush on you so he took his chance and RAN

you had like an hour long talk to him about your great plan, about do's and don't's, about boundaries and what not

he was just silently listening and nodding his head whenever needed

(his heart shattering could be heard whenever you mentioned your real crush) 💔💔💔

you let your other close friends know about your plan too in hopes they will help to make it believable

han yujin - to prove that he is not a 'child'

poor yujin has to go through that 'youngest in the friendgroup' treatment 😪

everybody treats him like a baby and he feels as if he's not taken seriously by any of his friends

bro should probably try COMMUNICATING with them homies but oh well

and in his mind, the ultimate proof to not being a baby is having a significant other 👍🏻

and this is where you come in!!

you're one of the very few people who did not make fun of him- maybe because of your similar age- and that's why he felt save to propose that idea to you

and considering that you weren't taken all that seriously either due to your age… he was sure that you would understand where he was coming from!!

and to his delight you actually agreed to fake date him! 🤗

so after discussing everything further, you two announced your not-so-real relationship to your friends the very next day

YUJIN'S PLAN WORKED! there was gyuvin who dramatically whined about "his two babies growing up way too fast"

but the question now is… for how long should this keep going…?

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 headcanons #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #boys planet #han yujin x reader #kim gyuvin x reader #park gunwook x reader #shen ricky x reader #ricky x reader #shen quanrui x reader #zerobaseone headcanons #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 fluff

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xyouami · 6 months

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PROLOUGE ::

*ILLUSTRATION MADE BY XYOUAMI!! (me :cute:)*

"I've known you more than anyone. Your parents, your grandparents, your friends, it doesn't matter. No matter how long I'll do this, l'll do it until you'll be able to rest."

★ SYNOPSIS : in which case, your life has been happy and cheerful ever since. Nothing stopped in your way, and you cherished it. Wanting to keep continuing your dreams and wishes as is. But that stops immediately after a death that'll stop time for you—but not him. Scaramouche, your best friend.

THEMES/WARNINGS : Angst, Fluff, gore, murder, strong language, suicide, characters dying, reincarnation, hint of romance, slow burn, modern time, corny as shit, GN reader, reader is energetic social butterfly bc it adds contrast to the story PLSS,

(TUMBLR POST WILL CONTAIN CHANGES, WATTPAD WILL HAVE FULL ORIGINAL. Also basically a shoujo manga type in the Prolouge, watch out ☠️ (Reason for this: my wattpad writing is absolute shit so tumblr masterlist is better)

"Hey, Scaramouche!" Y/n called out.

"What took you so long?" Scaramocuhe scoffed. "I'm sorry, Hu Tao was taking too long." As Y/n said that, Hu Tao jumped on Y/n's back.

"Hey, hey!" Hu Tao giggled.

"You slept in! Did you at least eat some breakfast I made?"

"Yeah, it was really, really good!" Hu Tao said.

"What did you like? I'd love it if I were to pack some for you." Y/n smiled warmly at Hu Tao. Hu Tao was living with Y/n's family due to her not having a home yet. Hu Tao's caretaker, Zhongli, is out for a business trip. So until then, for the rest of high school, she will have to live with Y/n.

"Where's Yanfei?" Y/n asked.

"She's sick today, so she can't come to school. She has such a high fever! I'm worried." Hu Tao moped.

"Cmon, she'll be fine in a few weeks. It takes a while for her to get well whenever she gets sick, right?"

"Yeah, but what makes me even more worried is that she has a fever. This rarely happens."

"Cmon, let's go already. Do you guys have your tickets?" Scaramouche asked.

"Yep!" Hu Tao held out her ticket.

"Mhm." Y/n held out theirs, too.

"Alright, let's go." When Scaramouche said that, the doors of the train opened.

"Let's go, let's go!" Hu Tao said happily.

The train wasn't really busy at this time of day since it was still the morning.

"How's Kazuha?" Y/n asked Scaramouche.

"He's doing okay. Why ask?"

"I heard recently, his close friend got murdered."

"Ah, I know. That was years ago, though."

"4 years is really short, you know?" Y/n said in a quietly soft tone, sounding tired yet full of hope.

"But yeah, he's okay."

"I've heard he's made a new friend already, his name is Shikanoin Heizou... right..?" Y/n looked at Scaramouche.

"Yeah." Scaramouche looked blankly at Y/n. Y/n's eyes were always shining no matter how sad they could be.

"Hey, Y/n you down for karaoke?" Hu Tao giggled.

"Hm.. tonight?"

"Yeah! I've got coupons! You could invite your friends!"

"Oh, I'm so down!" Y/n said brightly.

Scaramouche looked at the back of Y/n's head as they talked to Hu Tao. 'How could I ever have them as a friend? Tch, I've known them since 7th grade. And now we're in sophomore year. They're a bother, but at least I have something to tell Nahida when i get home.' Scaramouche thought.

"Hey Scaramouche! Are you down for karaoke tonight?" Hu Tao asked.

"Can't, I've got tutoring.

"Oh yeah, I remember you've got tutoring every Tuesday and Thursday." Y/n said with a deadpanned face, followed along with a small smile.

"I've told you that like 7 months ago!" Scaramouche said."

"Just admit it, I'm better than you." Y/n smirked.

"Shut up." Scaramouche flicked Y/n's forehead.

"Ow! At least be grateful! Without me, you could've never passed those tests!" Y/n said angrily.

Hu Tao laughed. 'Wow, cuties in a pod.' Hu Tao smirked.

————

Y/n looked at their phone. "9:48 am... we'll get there by 10:02 am and classes start at 10:49 am." Y/n muttered.

"You sure keep track of time a lot.

"That's because I wanna be on time every day." Has anybody seen Y/n late to class? Nope. It's not such a thing.

"Little ol perfecto." Scaramouhe bonked his hand on Y/n's head.

"Hey, can you stop?"

"Make me."

Y/n did a slow turn to Scaramouche. He immediately drew his hand back to himself and moved his gaze to the window across from them. Y/n and Hu Tao were listening to music through their earbuds and humming playfully to a song.

Hu Tao and Y/n chatted as Scaramouche dazed himself out. "Were almost here." Y/n took out theirs and their earbud in Hu Tao's ear.

"Hey, the song wasn't even finished!"

"Were almost here, cmon." Y/n nudged Hu Tao's bag gently.

Y/n put their phone and earbuds in their school bag and picked it up from the ground.

"Scara." Y/n muttered. They gently nudged his arm to bring him back to his zoning out dreamland.

"Uh, yeah, right." He got up with his bag as they left the train station. Just a couple minutes of walking.

"How much again?" Hu Tao put a hand to her chin with a playful grin.

"2 minutes." Y/n replied.

"Ganyu on watch out duty again?" Hu Tao asked. It was eerily quiet.. but it was comforting?

"Yeah." Before even Y/n could answer, he did it for them.

Scara, Hu Tao, and Y/n made it to the school gates as small amounts of students were going towards the school. Hu Tao exhaled.

"Can't believe Tevyat High is possibly the most ghetto but expensive school in the city." Hu Tao yawned.

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Ganyu!" Y/n waved.

"Oh? Hello!"

"Is Layla in the library with Kaveh?"

"Yep. Just go in there and look for them. They should be at table two. But how are you guys doing? I haven't seen you guys in forever." Ganyu smiled.

"I'm doing well." Y/n said.

"I'm doing great! I'm a little tired, though." Hu Tao said. Ganyu gave Hu tao a nod.

"Hello, Scaramouche. How are your studies?"

"I don't study." Scara said blankly.

"Oh, well. You should study. It's a good habit to develop." Scaramouche just looked at Ganyu with a deadpanned face.

"Me and Scara will be going now. Bye Ganyu, bye Hu Tao!" Y/n waved to them goodbye.

"Byebye!" Hu Tao waved. Ganyu did a small wave goodbye as Y/n caught up with Scaramouche.

Y/n exhaled.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just tiring trying to keep my energy up, I didn't sleep much last night. I had a bad feeling something was going to happen today."

"What? That you gotta study for the test tomorrow?"

"I think so..." Y/n moped.

"It's fine, N/n."

"Hey, you used my nickname!" Y/n pointed out.

"Yeah? So what?"

"I've never heard you in my life say that!" Y/n beamed with light.

"Tch." Scaramouche scoffed. Scaramouche listened to Y/n ramble until they got to their classroom. They saw Thoma and Yoimiya talking.

"Hey Thoma! Hey Yoimiya!" Y/n waved.

"Hey, hey! Tell Hu Tao I said hi, and whats up?"

"Hm? Where's Ayaka? She's usually here with you guys." Y/n said.

"She's off heading errands for Mr. Ginger."

"You mean Tartaglia?" Thoma said.

Scaramouche looked at Y/n. Scaramouche.. felt wrong. He felt everything was about to go wrong. And he felt like his intuition was right.

"Scaraaaaa." Y/n waved in Scaramouche's face.

"Hm? What?"

"You were spacing out."

"Uh, yeah." Scaramouche replied in a sarcastic voice and turned his head away.

"Is that just all you say?"

"I don't know."

"Dude, get your shit together." Y/n giggled. Y/n sat at their sear while Scaramouche pulled up a chair and sat in front of them.

"Anyway, let me tell you something..." Y/n rambled and rambled on and on for 10 minutes straight to Scaramouche. He listened and didn't say a single word. Y/n didn't care if he was listening or not. They just kept on going.

"Y/n." Scaramouche cut them off mid sentence.

"Hm? Yeah?" Y/n smiled at Scaramouche.

"Do you... like anyone?"

"Ouuh!! Nows the time I tell you!"

"So you do?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Who is it?" Scaramouche asked plainly. He raised an eyebrow

"Hmm... when I was in 8th grade, and a freshman, I used to have a crush on... Kazuha!" Y/n whispered.

Scaramouches heart stopped.

"Do you still like him?"

"Well... I'd guess I'd say yeah. He's a nice guy, and he's really cool. He's generous, smart, pretty, kind to everyone, and he's calm and collected." Y/n paused and their smile faded. They looked to the window of the outside to their right.

"Although..." Y/n stared at the window with bright spring leaves falling down.

"He's just too good for me. I mean, we're best friends and everything, but I have you. Even if I do get with Kazuha, you will forever be my best friend." Y/n said.

"What about Hu Tao?"

"She's a good friend too. But I've only known her since 8th grade. You, on the other hand. I've never had a closer friend than you. All of my childhood friends dropped me because I wasn't my best and that I wasn't just a good friend in general. You've probably been the friend I've had longest."

Scaramouche thought about that, drowning in his thoughts again. Until the teacher clapped his hands to get back in their seats. He immediately drew his seat back.

-------

Hu Tao yawned as she packed her bags.

"Cmon, let's hurry and go to karaoke!" Yoimiya excitingly said, as Ayaka came up.

"Hello! Mind if I join? My brother said it would be alright."

"Yes, of course!" Yoimiya said to Ayaka.

"You coming?" Y/n looked at Scaramouche.

"Yeah, Mrs. Miko said Xingqiu would take cover for my tutoring."

"Ah! That's wonderful! Get more people!"

"I have ten coupons! I have plenty." Hu Tao smug face.

"Woah! Now I know who to exactly bring." Yoimiya said.(

Sorry if there's so many timeskips I'm just lazy ok (　'⊇｀)

—— at karaoke bc I'm a lazy ass mf

"So how do you work this thing?" Heizou asked, he inspected the device and scrolled down endless songs to count.

"Okay, so first, this is the search bar to look for songs if you wanna sing. Here is the queue of songs people are going to sing..." Y/n rambled how to work the karaoke device and microphone to Heizou who was a newbie.

"Oh, thanks a bunch!" Heizou said.

"No problem!" Ayaka sang a song, and of course, everyone in the room clapped loudly and cheered.

Y/n looked at Scaramouche just drinking a soda."You wanna sing?"

"No." Scaramouche immediately replied with no hesitation.

"Awh, but the reason to come here is to sing! Not drout out." Y/n said to Scaramouche.

"Y/n! Your next!" Ayaka said, she held out the microphone to Y/n.

——— after karaoke bc I'm a lazy ass mf AGAIN. (full version in wattpad)

Hu Tao sang, Heizou sang, Kazuha sang, Thoma sang, everyone sang, but Scaramouche.

"Scara, do you not want to sing?"

"Um." Scaramouche moved his gaze to Y/n, then looked away.

"Yeah? I'll do a duo with you."

They searched up a song they liked, "Alright, get yo butt over here!" Y/n grabbed Scaramouche's hand.

"Hey, wait!" Scaramouche exclaimed to protest.

"Here's the microphone, I believe you like this song a lot. So you'll sing it with me! I know you can sing, I've heard you hum and sing songs aloud before. Don't be shy!" Y/n nudged Scaramouche.

"It's not that...—"

"The song's starting, get ready!"

"Whew... I'm wiped out." Hu Tao said, while wiping off some sweat off her forehead.

"Were going home now." Kazuha picked up his bag from the ground and went to Heizou.

"Right! Goodnight, Kazuha! Goodnight, Heizou! Get home safe!" Y/n gave them a small smile and wave.

"You too." Kazuha smiled, and left with Heizou.

"You down for a sleep over?" Yoimiya said.

"Ah, I wish. But I can't." Y/n said.

"Why not? Have some fun at least." Yoimiya nudged their shoulder gently, then chuckled.

"Well, goodnight Scaramouche and Y/n! Get home safe!" Ganyu left.

"We'll be heading out with Thoma." Ayaka said.

"Right, you want me to call Ayato for you?" Thoma asked.

"Yes, and you might wanna stay with the sleepover group as well. You live quite far away. Ayato can just pick you up." Ayaka said while pulling her phone out.

"Right, well then. It was nice being with you guys. Goodnight and get home safe!" Thoma waved goodbye. Yoimiya, Ayaka, Thoma and Hu Tao left as Scaramouche and Y/n followed behind.

"Did you have fun?" Y/n asked.

"A little." Scaramouche mumbled.

"What? Can you repeat that?" Y/n said.

"I said I didn't."

Y/n giggled. "Next time you will. I promise you."

Y/n nudged him with their arm. And picked him up from the seat, and led him away to the exit.

"Thank you for joining Izumi Karaoke!" A staff member said.

Y/n waved goodbye to the staff as they waved goodbye too.

"Right. This is a goodbye until tomorrow!" Y/n said outside the building.

"Goodnight, Ayaka, Hu Tao, Yoimiya, and Thoma! Get home safe!"

"We will! You too with Scaramouche!" Hu Tao waved.

"Goodnight!" Hu Tao and the others waved goodbye as they walked away.

"We should go now." Y/n turned around and stopped for Scaramouche to come.

"I'll walk with you, it's dangerous." Scaramouche quietly muttered.

"Right." Y/n giggled.

They walked the dimly lit streets as cars and people raced by them. Y/n and Scaramouche went to the stairs leading down to the train station. Y/n bought a ticket for themself and turned to Scaramouche who was waiting.

"I'll be alright by myself."

"You sure?" Scaramouche asked, he raised an eyebrow.

"Yep! Goodnight Scara, and get home safe." Y/n smiled warmly at Scara. The train got there just in time, they boarded the train.

"You too. Stay safe."

"See you tomorrow!" Y/n smiled and waved goodbye as the train doors closed.

The train left as Scaramouche stood there. "Stay safe, N/n." Scaramouche turned around and walked away.

it quickly dawned to the next morning, it went how everything usually went. Same days, same hours, same minutes, same seconds.

Scaramouche walked to the train station where Hu Tao and Y/n usually meet.

Scara sat at the nearest bench as they scrolled on his phone. 4 minutes quickly passed, but no sight of Y/n was to be seen.

"Where is Y/n..." Scara knew that Hu Tao wouldn't be there because she had stayed over the sleepover.

"Did they oversleep? They've never been late before. Unless they're feeling unwell." Scaramouche dialed Y/n's phone number and stood up from the bench, impatiently tapping his foot.

The train station radio went blaring.

"Breaking news, last night at 8:53 pm, a high schooler named L/n Y/n was murdered at Tevyat cityscape. Their body was found at 9:02 pm, murderer is unknown and stab wounds are fatal. Relating to the case of-"

"What?"

Scaramouche could've swore he dropped his phone.

@xyouami 10/21/23 3:35 pm

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Reader who performs in musicals x Bullfrog, Rayman and Ramon (all separate) please? Thank you! Have a good day/evening/night!

Thank you for the request !

This one was really neat and fun to write :D

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

When you first told him that you were a musical performer , Bullfrog was absolutely amazed by it … no matter what role you actually play , for him it’s like you’re the most talented person in the whole world .

< Oh my dear , c'est incroyable ! I can’t wait to get to see you perform one day ! >

< Aw , thanks love , but are you sure that wouldn’t be dangerous for you ? You know , with your job and many people around someone could recognize you and … I wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me … >

< I’m going to be careful don’t you worry , I’ll do anything I can to be there : it’s not just any musical if you’re in it mon amour ~ >

Yeah , Bullfrog really meant what he said :

you can often spot him hidden somewhere in the room when you’re on stage , staring at you with those loving eyes that never fail to make you blush …

He’s just so cute , and the fact that he would go to such lengths just to be there to support you makes you all giddy inside … as well as a bit worried for his safety , but you try your best not to think about it too much .

When the performance is done and you get to go backstage to your private room to take a moment to breathe and relax , you already know that you only need to count to three before you hear a knock on the door and find a very enthusiastic Bullfrog on the other side …

< Thank you for coming , sweetheart ! So … what did you think ? >

< I think you did wonderfully , y/n : I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you during your song , c'était si beau ! >

< Really ? I was honestly afraid I didn’t hit some of the high notes right … god , you wouldn’t believe how anxious that made me the second the song ended , and plus - >

Bullfrog can’t help but smile as he listens to you talk , holding your hand while walking back home …

You’re just so passionate , it’s something that makes you even more beautiful in his eyes if that’s even possible .

Your songs often get stuck in his head , so it’s not rare to hear Bullfrog humming them to himself while showering you with affection when you’re together , but sometimes also during missions :

it helps him to remain calm , reminding himself that he has you by his side and that he has to stay alive to get back to you …

Bullfrog’s life really wouldn’t be the same without you in it .

Rayman 🧡

One of Rayman’s favorite things to do is just sit and listen to you preparing for your current musical’s role , closing his eyes and focusing on your beautiful voice …

You’re always happy to have him there , especially since if you get easily self conscious about something his help will definitely help .

< Man … this sucks , it’s been days and I still can’t get that part right … the performance is ruined , how am I going to - >

< Hey , hey … slow down y/n , take a deep breath …

There’s plenty of time before the performance , you just gotta keep trying and most importantly not push yourself too hard . >

< *sigh* … yeah , you’re right … thanks Ray , sorry about that . >

< You don’t need to apologize honey … here , how about we take a break ?

You’ve been working on it for hours now , I think you’ve earned it . >

Even tough the Directors are constantly monitoring him , you can bet that Rayman will do everything he can to be there the day of the performance , and whenever you see him cheering for you among the crowd it always fills you with joy …

He’s just so sweet , you can’t help but love him even more in those occasions ://)

Rayman actually has lots of recordings of you singing , that way he can listen to them whenever you’re away and he misses you …

Oh , and you can be sure that he will gush about you to literally everyone , because they all need to know just how wonderful and talented you are .

< Ahh , you should’ve seen it …

The way their eyes were shining while singing on that stage was simply magical !

Isn’t my y/n just amazing ? >

< Mhm …

Mister Rayman , can I leave now ? It’s been one whole hour … I’m just a janitor , remember ? >

Since he does have quite a nice singing voice himself , you and Rayman definitely love to sing duets together , sometimes even dancing in the middle of the living room while the sun sets outside the lounge …

It’s a beautiful , precious moment for the both of you , ones that you will carry in your hearts forever .

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so now that he murdered the Directors and officially became wanted by Eden , Ramon knows that it’s not safe for him to show himself in public anymore …

However , since you still need to perform in your musicals he can’t help but feel very torn about the whole situation , especially since he’s way more protective of you after all that’s happened .

< I’m telling you sweetie , I’m going to be just fine ! It’s only a few hours … >

< But I have to … I need to make sure nobody hurts you . >

< Ram , I won’t have you risking your life to watch over me . We’ve talked about this . >

< I can’t lose you , y/n … >

< You won’t … I promise .

I’ll be back before you even notice . >

Remember those recordings of your performances he made when he was still regarded as the Voice of Eden ?

Well , Ramon definitely listens to them a lot more now to try and keep his head distracted from thinking about what dangers could take you away from him when you’re gone .

It’s not a rare occurrence for you to arrive home and find Ramon asleep with one of the recordings playing in the background , and it’s during those moments that you fully realize that you really are the only thing keeping him together .

Whenever he happens to have a nightmare ( let me tell you , it happens often … this poor man is just so scarred by what he saw and what he did ) , Ramon is really going to appreciate it if you decide to sing him to sleep :

he just holds you tight , all the tension in his body finally leaving him thanks to your voice and your gentle touch caressing his hair …

< Mmm … y/n … >

< I’m here , darling … I’m right here … >

< I love you so much , y/n … >

< I love you too Ramon … there , just close your eyes , you should really try to sleep some more . >

< Mmkay … >

Sometimes when you’re having a bit of a rough day , Ramon is going surprise you by suddenly hold your hands and start slow dancing with you , singing your favorite duet …

It’s one of the only moments in which all of his troubles seem so , so far away , leaving just you and him in the comfort of your home , being happy in a place were no one can hurt either of you … not Eden , nor anybody else .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

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impossible | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: FLUFFFFF!!! established relationships! slightly suggestive but nothing bad i promise,, mention of reader getting hurt (quidditch :< ) not proofread

wc: 2.4K

originally posted on AO3: 23/07/2022

Theodore didn't miss a beat before landing by my side, casting a charm for the curtains to close behind him. "How are you feeling?" he asks and when I made to answer, Theodore slipped in another question. "How are you doing?"

He seemed to have caught himself, smiling timidly at me when he apologized. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice."

I don't think he meant it much because I know full well that if he could, he'd asked me what I'm thinking of and hang on to every word I give him.

And when I laughed tiredly. Theo asks once more, his tone light. "Am I amusing to you?"

Theodore isn't quite as intimidating when you were his girlfriend. I smile when I tell him: "very."

Why were the Ravenclaws so aggressive whenever they played against the Hufflepuff? Theodore didn't care for it then but he surely did now. Now that I was playing for the Hufflepuff against the Ravenclaw.

Theodore stood by the sidelines, watching Blaise cheer way louder than he should've been for a team that wasn't theirs. A part of him was happy that his friend was close enough with me to support me outwardly while the other part of him found it embarrassing that he was associating himself with him.

But he regress, turning back to the quidditch pitch as he watch the game play out.

Theodore understood quidditch to a certain extent (maybe a lot more than he thinks since Draco spend a decent amount of his time droning on and on about quidditch during their second year), he knew that the beater were the one with the bats, the chaser is the position that I play, the seeker is the position that Draco plays and that was all. He thinks.

Now back to his point, why was the Ravenclaw so aggressive towards the Hufflepuff —nay, why was every house so violent towards the Hufflepuff whenever they have a match against them.

Theodore watches on, silently praying that his girlfriend wouldn't get hurt in the field as I raced towards one of the hoops after my teammate passed over the quaffle.

I turn sharply, barely avoiding the other Ravenclaw keeper. My head cocking to the side, testing the keeper just for the fun of it. My arm stretches backwards, quaffle in hand, ready to shoot at any given moment.

And when I finally let go, the quaffle barrels into the loops as if it was born for this. It's a shame that the bludgers were also born for this. Hitting the end of my broom the second I let go of the quaffle.

Theodore could see the look of surprise on my face from a mile away. Then came the helpless realization that I would be landing on the floor in a matter of seconds, only hoping that someone would save me before I fall to my demise.

The panic sets in first. Then Theodore was on his feet. He can't recall how many second has passed since I'd fallen but can recall himself reaching down the stairs and into the pitch. Blaise was following him. So was Draco. So was Pansy, he thinks. He thinks Pansy cared about him and his girlfriend enough to have the decency to be distressed.

He thinks and thinks and thinks. And silently panics, not knowing what's to come when he comes face to face with me. Finding me out cold. He felt himself being pushed aside. Madam Promfrey rushing over. He didn't argue. Watching her work as he prays that I get to live another day.

•••

I don't remember much. I don't know what happened fully but I do know that we won. And somewhere along that process, I got my ass knocked off of my broom by an aggressive bludger.

That's quidditch for you, I guess.

A chorus of voices is the first thing I hear when I woke. They were talking or arguing –I can't really tell. I'm too doped up and groggy to fully take in my surroundings.

They were talking about something (or maybe someone). Me, I think. I think I'm their topic of conversation but that would be narcissistic for me to assume. Although, my thoughts were proven correct when Malfoy brought attention to my now conscious self listening into their words.

He seemed to have caught himself, smiling timidly at me when he apologized. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice."

I don't think he meant it much because I know full well that if he could, he'd asked me what I'm thinking of and hang on to every word I give him.

And when I laughed tiredly. Theo asks once more, his tone light. "Am I amusing to you?"

Theodore isn't quite as intimidating when you were his girlfriend. I smile when I tell him: "very."

He didn't make to reply, checking every inch of my face for any injury that Madam Promfrey might've missed. His hair a moving mop of fluff above his head when his head shifted too quickly.

I prop myself on my elbows, reaching out to touch it. "You grew out your hair."

Theodore tilted his head, easing the stretch of my arms. "I didn't mean to," he says first, leaning into my hand when they brush against the side of his cheek. "I'll cut it soon."

"Don't," I tell him, Theodore sits himself on the empty side of my bed, his own hand reaching up to cradle mine. "It looks good on you."

The look on his face turns unreadable, eyes shifting away from me. "I was so worried."

"I'm sorry," I say, sitting up properly in my bed. "Did my team win at least?"

A breathy laugh falls from his lips. "Yes." Gaze turning back to me. "They did."

"That's good," I murmured, trying to savor every second of this moment. "Did you cheer for us?"

"No," he answers honestly. "I was too preoccupied with thinking that you were dying." And then, "sorry," he smiles so softly that my heart aches at the sight of it. "Will you ever forgive me?"

"I think I can forgive you for that." Theodore smile never falter, face turning in my hand, his lips pressing a kiss against my palm.

"That's good," he says, he says knowing that I would always forgive him no matter what. "I can't even begin to fathom what I'd do if you didn't forgive me."

"It's a good thing I forgive you then."

He nods. "Really good," his voice barely above a whisper. When my eyes grow tired, barely able to keep myself awake for long seeing as my body was still recovering. "I think it's time for you to rest." He drops our hands, linking them together. And softly, he asks, "is there anything you need?"

I could feel a smile pricking at the corners of my lips. "A kiss?"

Theodore hesitates, every part of him growing shy. "A kiss?" A year spent together and he still is hesitant about a kiss. I nod. "A kiss is all you need?"

"Yes."

Theodore releases my hand, his own reaching out to cup my face. Palm pressed flat against my skin, his thumb making quick work at caressing my cheek while the rest of fingers cupped my jaw. "A kiss it is."

He leans forward, just enough for his lips to comfortably press against mine. The kiss soft and tender, slowly easing me into him when I made to kiss him back, Theodore pulls away.

"A kiss," he says, as if he was reminding me that that was all I'd asked of him. "Now rest, I will give you millions more when you're well."

"I'm quite well," I tell him tiredly, fighting sleep under the warmth of his hand holding my face. "Where's my millions more?"

"Where ever you want them to be." He presses a kiss on my forehead. "I will give them to you. But not now." Not now when I felt so terribly enervated.

"I'll be back in the morning." He tells me finally.

Sleep takes over the minute Theodore slips away from me, his hand away from my face, his voice far from my ear, his presence that I could no longer sense. Succumbing to sleep wasn't hard, it was no where near hard for I knew that when I woke the next morning, I will once again be basking in everything him alike. And I can truly rest with that.

•••

Theodore exudes a kind of comfort that I can't categorize. But if I'm being honest, I don't even know where to start when it came him.

He was tall, quiet, smart, that much was true. The other parts that people didn't mention as much was how handsome he was, how soothing his voice sounds despite the rare usage of it and when he does use it, the way he words his sentences can charm anyone into giving him what he wanted.

The door unlocks before the two of us, the boy's Slytherin dorm now my third (because my own dorm is my second) home. The room was empty, saving for the mess scattered round as proof that five teenage boys were living in that very dorm.

We step through, Theodore locking the door behind us, and dropped our book bags. I head for the bathroom's sink, wanting nothing other than a nice cold splash of water against my face.

When I returned, Theo hands me a pair of soft cotton plaid pants and one of his old oversized shirts. I think our next actions stems from the fact that we've long grown used to one another.

Silently slipping off our clothes with no embarrassment, no outwards reaction, nothing but small smiles when we catch the other staring at us. I slipped on my pants shortly after Theodore finished changing, him walking forward so that we stood face to face.

Theo took the shirt he'd given me from where I'd last placed it, helping me into it with soft eyes. The bottom hem of the shirt falls around my waist, not having yet adjusted it when he took my lips in his.

This is the millions more kisses he owes me, I think.

He pulls away, hands hanging around the exposed skin between the shirt and my cotton pants. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?" He asks for the hundredth time, the only different being the pet name that he uses now. And when I told him that I was, he asks: "Shall we take a nap?"

I'm okay. But I will like to take that nap. I tell him and he nods, tugging me with him towards his bed. Theodore shuts the four posters, cloaking us in with green silk. From where I laid on his bed, I could hear the lake water lapping against the window, brushing by the glass pane with each movement it made.

Theodore laid besides me, turning at an angle which he could see me clearly. "You owe five sickles."

"For what?"

"Parkinson and Draco."

"You're kidding," I said first, and when all he did was smile at me, his hand coming to lay on the dip of my waist. "Surely not."

He squeezes the flesh of my waist. Surely yes.

"It's barely been a month," I said, finally accepting my faith. "How could they already break it off? There was so much tension between them."

"That's your fault for reading between the lines," he teases. "I told you it was only a fling and you didn't want to believe me. Now look who's five sickles richer."

As if he won't spend that five sickles on me. "I'll pay you tomorrow then?" I ask him, feeling his other hand that wasn’t resting on my waist reach for my own. "Will that be okay with you?"

" 'course," he says. "All is well when it comes to you." And then, "Are you sure you're feeling well enough for class tomorrow? We can skip if you aren't."

"I'm fine," I tell him, squeezing our now linked hands, trying to reassure him as much as I could. "Plus, I'm failing potions. I don't think my grades can handle any more of me missing classes."

Theo frowns. "You are?" He asks, playing with the hem of my —his— shirt. "Why didn't you say something?"

"Because, it's nothing. And I didn't want to bother you," I tell him. "I know you're busy with your studies, I didn't want to be a burden on top of that."

His hand falters, turning to a halt. Dark eyes narrowing, searching and assessing, trying and trying to see if I was being serious. And when there was no indication that I was anything but, he says: "never in a million lifetimes could you ever be a burden."

"If you ever need help with anything, say it," he tells me. "Say it and I’ll be there. My time is yours. I'm yours and I will move mountains to give you anything you could ever want."

Sappy. This is so incredibly sappy. But I still smile nonetheless, I still kiss him until I feel breathless. I still store every single sentence, word, syllable, letter in a special box in my head that is uniquely made up off of Theodore.

Theodore who can't seem to treat me like the other boys have treated me. Theodore who goes over the top with everything he does when he wants me to feel cared by him. Theodore who would never make me feel anything less than beautiful.

Theo props himself up on one elbow, leaning over me with his lips pressing against mine, his other hand slipping beneath my shirt and laying flat against my tummy. His lips drags down peppering kisses from my jawline and down to my neck.

When my legs press against him, wanting more and more of what he could give me, he pulls back, leaving the scent of him in his wake.

"I know we're young," he begins. "But I wish more than anything to be your husband, I want to give you everything that I have. I have no intention in doing anything else, my love."

Theodore paused, as if he was letting me know that if I didn't want him as much as he wanted me, he will let me go just to make me happy. And then, softly he says, "I hope you feel as irrevocably in love with me as I do you."

—from bee: happy valentines days everyone!! i hope you’re spending it with you loved ones!!

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagines #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott fanfic #Spotify #🧳: my writing

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