#or to struggle through dinner when I already don’t feel great

[cameronspecial]

Rafe x reader - camping trip with both families, they are made to share a tent. Maybe she forgets her bedcover and rafe offers his but she doesn’t accept it. She then gets cold and he warms her up.

Flirting, kissing, body warming naked

Stubborn Little Girl

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Jokes and Being Naked Together In A Non-Sexual Situation

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.0K

Masterlist

Everyone knows Y/N is stubborn. She can’t be swayed to change her choices for anything and it drives people crazy, especially because it means she won’t admit when she made a bad call. Her parents tried to warn her that she would need more than what she packed for their camping trip, yet she wouldn’t listen. She already decided what she needed and argued that since she was an adult, she didn’t need her parents' input. This belief doesn’t change even with Rafe’s concern. Rafe and Y/N just finished putting up their tent and she is dragging all their stuff inside of it. He looks through the trees to the other clearing where their parents and siblings are setting up camp. There wasn’t enough space for both of the families to be in the bigger clearing, so they agreed that the oldest siblings would share a tent in the small clearing a few feet away. He watches as she pulls out her blow-up mattress because of course, a Kook will glamp. She pumps her mattress and exits the tent. “Aren’t you going to put any bedding on it?” Rafe questions, pointing to the bare plastic. She shrugs, “Nah. I’ll wear a hoodie to sleep. I should be fine.” “It’s supposed to get colder at night, Kitten. You’ll need actual blankets,” Rafe points out. Y/N rolls her eyes, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Cameron? And I’m a grown woman. I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” 

She body-checks him as she passes them toward their families. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he yells after her with a shake of his head. Even though they’ve known each other since they were little, Y/N and Rafe have always had a hot and cold relationship. Cordial moments would quickly turn to an argument with the snap of their fingers and vice versa. They may have been closer in age than the other siblings, but Y/N bonded better with his sisters because their gender gave them more in common, while Rafe took her little brother under his wing. It may not have been a great idea to put Rafe and Y/N in the same tent, except it is the only option they had. 

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After hiking, eating dinner and spending time around the bond fire, everyone returns to their tent. Sleep can’t fall upon Rafe because he can hear the constant rustling coming from Y/N’s mattress. He tilts his head to the side and catches her movement. She keeps switching from side to side, always bringing her legs in toward her chest and her arms wedged between the two. He can see the shivers that wave through her body. Rafe sighs and peels his blanket off of him. He shifts to one side of his mattress. “Come on,” he orders. She looks at him with a crease between her eyebrows, “I’m fine.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Kitten. You are freezing,” he asserts, getting up to pull her by his side. She struggles against him, “I said I’m fine, Cameron. I don’t need your help.” She won’t budge; however, Rafe knows how to get her mind to waver. “Stop being a stubborn little girl. If you get sick, then who is going to take care of Steven after school?”

She freezes at the mention of her little brother, processing the truth of Rafe’s words. Although her parents are Kooks who can afford a nanny, ten-year-old Steven is taken care of after school by his big sister. He is extremely introverted and doesn’t like to be left alone with strangers, so Y/N takes care of him whenever she can. Rafe has seen her loyalty to her family and figures it would be the only thing to get her to change her mind. It does. She stops resisting his hold and rests her body against his. Her front accidentally presses against his front and she feels the stiff member in his pants. She giggles, “Are you sure the only reason why you wanted me in your bed is because I was cold?” His face reddens and he pulls her hips away. “Shut up,” he groans. Eventually, he begins to chuckle with her. The laughter dies down, but her shaking doesn’t stop and this worries Rafe. “I think we both need to strip naked,” he suggests, already preparing to take off his shirt. This causes her to completely detach from him, “Woah, slow down, Cameron. Just because you are nice to me, it doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you, especially with our families so close by.” He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. You are shaking like an earthquake and we needed to get you warmed up,” he explains. 

“And how is getting naked going to help me with that?”

“Because my body heat will help warm up yours. I promise this isn’t for any funny business. I just don’t want you to get a cold.”

“You really think this is going to work?”

“I promise.”

She doesn’t voice her agreement and instead, begins to remove her clothes herself. Rafe follows her movement until they are completely nude. They avoid the temptation of looking at their private areas by looking at each other in their eyes. The silence is broken up with laughter. “This is definitely not awkward,” she jokes, placing her hand above her elbow. He places his hand on top of hers, “It doesn’t have to be.” She tilts her head to the side as he brings his face closer to hers. His lips pucker and he gives her enough time to pull away before their lips touch. She closes the distance, lacing her fingers through his hair to bring him closer. His hands fall on her hip to tug her closer to him. They break the kiss for air and place their foreheads against each other’s. “Thank god you are such a stubborn little girl,” he whispers. Kisses and giggles fill the tent until both of them fall asleep from exhaustion and newfound warmth. 

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[hyunnie04]

tender

lee know x reader, hurt/comfort | m.list

wc: 1.4k | warnings: themes of depression and struggling with mental health

a/n: this fic is a little self indulgent as i haven't been feeling great lately. so i hope this brings comfort to anyone who needs it ♡

you don’t remember how long you’ve been sitting in the tub. you’re sure your hands have pruned and wrinkled due to the prolonged time you have been in here, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care.

the sides of your head pulses as a migraine at the forefront of your temple starts to fully form. you had hoped a moment of reprieve in the bath would calm your nerves and ease your headache, but it had yet to do so.

the droplets fall slowly against your furrowed eyebrows and taut expression, dripping freely down on your chin and on the dewy expanse of your chest. both arms are splayed limply across the sides of the tub, staring blankly ahead at the white tiled walls above, unmoving. 

the temperature was warm, too warm for your usual liking but you didn’t seem to mind today, welcoming the dull pain it brought. the white tiles that you’ve been staring at for what seemed like forever stared back at you.

the silence was deafening.

a lot has been on your mind lately. the restless and constant feeling of not being good enough and comparing yourself to others caused you to no longer find enjoyment in the things you used to love doing.

words that usually meant nothing had stuck themselves inside your head as well, dissecting every meaning when they had none. sleep did not come easily to you these nights, tossing and turning, failing to succumb into the comforting arms of sleep.

isolation became your company in these moments, withdrawing yourself from everything. missing out on a lot of stuff, in turn, made you feel worse than you already did.

you knew you should probably tell someone about your problems but you just couldn't find it in yourself to do it. the last thing you wanted to be was a bother.

some days are admittedly better than others, where you’re able to get things done, to do your obligations and continue on with life like normal. but when you least expect it, it creeps up on you, pulling you back into that unhealthy head space.

you tried to force these thoughts and feelings down for a long time, pretending that everything was fine. today was apparently the day it all came rising up, unable to keep a lid on your bubbling emotions.

a sense of dread hung over your head, eyes aching from all the crying you did. wet strands of hair had clumped together, obscuring your view, perturbed by how sometimes your skin doesn't feel like yours.

“y/n?”

the bathroom starts to fog with mist, clouding the glass and mirrors, the water slowly scalding your skin. the call to sink down into the water and never come up are louder than ever.

“-y/n? are you in there?” a voice makes itself known. lifting yourself up a little bit, startled at the faintest sound of knocks.

you forget that minho would be home around this time. a hand flies towards your forehead to ease the pounding pain. shit, you haven't started making dinner. 

it takes a while before you answer, collecting yourself as to not sound as shaky. “yeah! just finishing up, i'll be out in a sec.”

“don’t get out, i'll join you.” he yells back, the sound of padding feet against the wooden floors reverb through out the apartment. your eyes flicker at his sudden decision, causing you to sigh and sink down into the water once more.

as much as you adored and love him and how most days would let him join you with no hesitation, you silently hoped that he wouldn't today. you couldn't bear to let him see you in this state, all disheveled and puffy eyed. but it was rare when he was even home, given his grueling schedule.

so you wait for him patiently to come over to your shared bathroom, hugging your legs tightly. you remember to turn the cold tap on and off before he enters, water droplets filling in the silence.

when he finally creaks open the door with nothing on but a bathrobe and a silly cat headband that kept his hair away from his forehead on, you can't help but smile even if it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

you inch farther into the corner, making space for him quietly as he gets in. if he had noticed the temperature of the water that had yet to cool down, he made no attempt to comment.

the two of you don't say anything for the time being, just in each other's corner, relaxing and leaning your arms on the cool edge of the tub.

“you’re quiet.” his voice echoes. minho’s voice cuts through the silence, a stark contrast to the quietness of the bathroom just moments ago.

“i’m sorry.”

feeling minho’s heavy unwavering gaze into the side of your head, you can’t help but feel awful. you don’t mean to be so curt with him, but any more words from your mouth frightens you, afraid that the underlying shakiness of your voice will give you away.

your eyes still keep averting his, afraid of what expression he might bore. will he look at you with pity? with a tired gaze of disappointment?

he does not. instead, minho grabs one of the lavender scented shampoo bottles placed neatly on the shelf and gestures for you to turn around. you follow his request, albeit apprehensively, turning around.

“there we go.” he says. even if you refuse to meet his eyes, you could tell he was smiling as he said it.

minho takes great care to shampoo your hair, his blunt nails gently raking over your scalp, unknowingly soothing your dreadful headache. minho is observant, very much so. it doesn’t surprise you at all anymore when he suddenly asks.

“what’s wrong, hmm?” he finally says amidst the stillness of the atmosphere, tone dripping of comfort as his hands continue to lightly massage through your soapy tresses. you lean into it like a desperate cat, melting at his simple touch. oh how you've yearned for his touch.

although you don’t answer, his intuitive nature already knows that something was amiss.

“you know i’m always here for you.” minho says, pressing a delicate kiss on your shoulder. his sweet words and murmurs of comfort act like a salve to your aching heart as tears start to gather at your lash line once again.

you always hated making him worry.

the overwhelming emotion brings you to tears, immense guilt ebbing at your seams. minho places his head on your shoulder as you cry, hands running up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you.

he doesn't deserve this, to be left out, to not know the reason you're so distant lately. he trusted you and you trusted him. so you spill every little thing to him.

voice starting to rasp, your stuttering cries now unrestraint without fear of judgement and just allowing yourself to be vulnerable. salty tears start to meld together with the water in the tub, rippling as they fall. at last, you feel lighter. the weight that you carried for so long in your heart doesn't have to be carried alone.

after a while, the hiccupping in your throat and the tears start to subside, leaving you a sniffling mess. turning around to finally face him, you fought the urge to hide in your hands.

"feel a little better now?" minho looks at you with nothing but a loving smile, no underlying judgement, just adoration, and one that makes you dive into him. you feel so utterly loved, what did you do to deserve him?

your arms wrap around his neck, placing apologetic kisses on his lips. he reciprocates, hands going around your back to steady your form. your mouth tumbles out watery apologies as he caresses the skin of your nape, gentle as he can.

you release him, arms still hooked around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes as if he's the center of the universe, and to you, he is. "i love you." the edges of your vision cloud with the tell tale signs of drowsiness, finally finding it in yourself to relax in his hold.

and he lets you, guiding your head to rest on his broad chest, the steady beats of his heart thumping against your temple, grounding you, his feathery light touches lingering.

feelings like these come and go, but minho is a constant that you keep close to your heart.

“thank you for putting up with me.”

"of course, i love you too."

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[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober <3

wearing the others clothes

oscar x reader

Oscars POV: It was  along day of of going over data and Andrea making me and Lando color in the lines. Track limits were a bitch, but I felt worse for Lando than me. I already texted Y/N that I was on my way back to the hotel, and I would bring dinner. She hadn’t texted back but, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Working remotely had it’s perks, like getting to travel with me to almost every race. 

I struggle to open the door with everything in my hand, and I expected for Y/N  to run and help as soon as I was through the door. Instead, I was met with silence, the lights were dimmed and I didn’t see her anywhere. I set things down on the dresser and called her name a few times. “Babe? Y/N?” I sat on the bed heavily, and heard a small groan. I turned to face the lump on the bed, that I missed the first time, and saw her head poking out the top. I pulled the blankets away from her face and saw a familiar number on the back of her hoodie. My number to be exact, she’s wearing my hoodie. We haven’t been together long, well,  10 months to be exact. I guess that could be a long time. Either way, she hasn’t worn anything of mine yet, I mean she has her own Mclaren merch and she looks amazing in it. But it’s a different feeling when she’s wearing my clothes, and she smells like me. It makes me chest warm and fuzzy. 

Instead of waking her, I change out of my own gear and climb into bed next to her. She makes a small noise when I pull her back against me, but settles as soon as I kiss her temple and squeeze her waist. I push my face into her neck, taking in her scent mixed with mine. This…this was a different feeling then just seeing her in my clothes this was..this stirred something new in him. 

He didn’t ponder for long, the alluring smells and feelings pulled him into sleep. 

He texted her the next day to let her know that a car would be there to pick her up before the race started. He had to be in the garage extra early to meet with Zak and his strategist. Starting P1 was big, huge even. As a rookie I was not supposed to be having this great of a season, 2 podiums in a row? Unheard of. 

It was 15 min until the race started and I made my way out of the garage to see everyone before I started my last minute prep. I spotted Y/N talking to one of my engineers and laughing and fuck me did she look gorgeous. She’s wearing my team shirt with my name and number on it, how do you know it’s yours do you ask? Because it’s about three sizes to big on her-and she’s got my favorite pair of jeans she owns on, they’re baggy and they make her look quite tall. And her hair is in a little half do thing, she’s got braids framing her face with ribbons tied at the end. She knows I love when she uses bows in her hair, makes her look so innocent and pure. 

She found me and waved me over. “Osc!” My legs were on auto pilot, my body magnetized to hers and she wrapped me in a hug. “Hi baby, glad you made it. Is that my shirt?” I asked nonchalantly. She pulls away, “yeah sorry, the rest of my papaya things were dirty.” She frowns and looks down. “I should have asked first I’m sor-” 

“No hey, I love it. You don’t ever have to ask to wear my clothes baby.” She blushed and looked down at her feet. I giggled at her reaction, and I lean forward to kiss her forehead. One of my hands found it;s way under her shirt (read: mine) to rest along her stomach. It was nothing new for either of us, it was a comfort to both. However, what was new was a thick band where her underwear would be. Upon furher investigation, oh fuck oh fuck she’s wearing my boxers. For fucks sake mate do not get a boner right now, it is not the time. 

“Is there anything of mine you aren’t wearing? Your dedicated, boxers and everything.” She looked up at me with a guilty look. “I was in a rush this morning, I over slept big time,  and it was the first bottoms I found. The jeans are mine and my soxs-well the socks are Lando’s merch. The white ones with the ‘LN4’ stitched on the side.” As she lifted her pant leg so I could see, a nasty feeling bloomed in my chest. I didn’t like that she was wearing anything associated with Lando. 

“You know what, I have some socks in my drivers room, you can wear those. No need to wear those pesky things.” I started to pull her towards the hallway that led to my room when she stopped me once we were out of earshot of people. “Oscar! What is going on love? You seemed fine just a minute ago, now your in a tizzy.” She had that stance, the mom stance is what I affectionately called it. Hands on her hips, one leg popped out, not good. 

I sighed, “I just, your MY y/n, not Landos. I want you to wear my things.” I mumbled the last part, as if she wouldn’t catch on. 

Y/N pouted and cupped my cheeks, pushing up on her toes to kiss me. 

“Your y/n, my ozzy. Always.” She scrunched her nose as she rubbed it with mine. “And I will totally change into your socks if it makes you feel better.” 

I laughed at her statement. I was being stupid, I was the one that went home with her every night, not Lando, not anyone. 

“Nah it’s fine, you’ve got a big 81 on your back, I think everyone knows who your here for.” And with that, I leave her to get ready for the race. 

P2, P fucking 2. The gap between me and Max was still big but,  managed to defend myself against my own teammate. 

After the podium celebrations and I had packed up my things to leave, I found Y/N consoling Lando, giving him a small sympathy pat. She said her goodbyes and made her way over to me, taking her bag and coat from me. “Everything okay?” I nodded over to Lando. “Yeah he was just giving me more socks, you jealous?” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows and giggled. I laughed along with her, shaking my head, and started to pull her towards the waiting car. “Good because you, get to pull all your clothes off me when we get back.” I whipped my head towards her. She already had a slight flush on her cheeks, rocking on her heels as we stood outside the car. I didn’t even know what to say yet, I just ushered her in the backseat and urged the driver to move as fast as he could. 

I pushed Y/N through the door of our hotel room, locking it and using the DND sign. I was about to wreck her and I did not need anyone knocking in the morning. 

I had her up against the wall, opposite of the bed. Her hands were in my hair, tugging every which way, taking control of the kiss. I let her think that she was in charge for a couple of more kisses before I pushed off the wall and pulled her onto the bed. Y/N squealed as I landed on top of her, my hands went under her shirt, pushing it up her chest and leaving small marks as more skin was exposed. “Baby… need you inside me please.” 

How could I say no? I groaned and got her shoes and pants off, leaving her in my boxers and shirt. “Is it..is it bad that I kinda wanna keep you in this?” I took a step back and looked down at the love of my life. She laughed and wiggled her hips. I watched her hands go under her back, and pulled her bra off her body. 

“How about..I take these off,” Y/N said as she seductively slid my boxers off. “and I’ll keep this on so you can see just who I belong to. Because it’s your number I wear every race.” 

She smiled up at me, that god damn smile. Could make the whole world fall at her feet with that smile, and that sparkle in her eye. And the way she looked naked with nothing but my shirt on. The shirt she wants to wear, just to let everyone know that she’s mine. 

She beckons me over, opening her legs further. I glide my hand down her leg to meet at her sickly sweet opening, dripping just for me. “Do you need me to…or can we skip it tonight?” I asked sheepishly. Not that I wouldn’t love to finger her until her legs went numb, I’m just to worked up for it. 

She laughs at my sudden shy demeanor, I’ve blown her back out many times before and I was never shy asking about prep. “Yeah Osc, I’m good. Have been since you practically were feral at the fact that I wasn’t wearing your socks. Didn’t know you were so possessive.”

I laughed and starting stripping myself of my clothes and grabbing a condom. Wrap it before you tap it kids. 

“Yeah I didn’t either.” I push the condom over my aching member and rub the tip against her clit. Getting back at her for the teasing earlier.  I looked up at her as I paused at her hole, silently asking for permission. She nodded meakly and I slowly pushed in. 

Y/N gasped and held onto my forearms for a moment. “Osc, baby…take the condom off.” 

My eyes widen. “W-what?” Was she insane? Yeah she was actually insane. “Mhm, I’m on birth control, you know this.” I just stared at her. We, in all of our month of dating, have never fucke raw. Hell I’ve never done that, with anyone. “Are you sure? You know the pill isn’t always affective.” Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed on my stomach so I’d fall out of her. She slowly pulled the condom off and stroked my dick a few times. “That’s what the morning after pill is for.” So much for wrap it before you tap it. 

She guided me back to her pussy and just the feeling of her soaking me put me on edge. Without a single warning, I thrust into her. And fuck me was it perfect, she was perfect. We both couldn’t breath for a minute. She had her head push back into the pillows and I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me. “Eyes on me sweet girl.” I wish I could take a picture, capture the pensive look on her face. The scrunch of her nose, the way her lips part to say my name. She grabs the hand under her jaw and slides it against her own, intertwining our fingers and laying them against the bed. Ah, now i get it. 

“Oh sweetheart, you need me to hold your hand huh?” I fake pout down at her as I start a slow rhythm. “Shut up, oh fuck Osc.” Her back bows as I lift her legs over my hips, making me hit deeper. 

All that can be heard throughout the room is skin colliding and y/n’s whines of pleasure. Watching her like this, wearing my number, my winning number, fuck me I don’t know what heaven looks or sounds like but it’s this. “Jesus Christ, this was such a b-bad ah! Bad idea, fuck I’m gonna cum to quickly.”  She smiled and brought my hand to her throat, knowing how much the control turned me on. 

“C’mon Ozzy, baby, cum in me. please god want it so bad.” Y/N gasped out as I lightly squeezed her throat. The pace I set was bruising, the thought of getting to cum inside my girl, my Y/N-

With my free hand I reached down to play with her clit, determined to get her to cum before me. She pushed her throat against my hand as she moaned my name and came. I could see the white ring form around the base of my cock, that pushing my to cum in her. 

let’s just say it’s not the last time she’ll be wearing my number.

#formula one #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x female reader #mclaren #formula one imagine

[pradabambie]

So sorry if I already requested this, I don’t remember lol. But virgin!reader x Rafe where she wants to do it but she’s scared and he talks her through it please 🫶🏽

thank u for requesting bby! hope u like it!

i kinda got carried away but really wanted to try writing smut for the first time!! please be kind lol, i appreciate constructive criticism!

also just wrote this at two am so sorry if there's any spelling errors hehe

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are you sure? the boy asked for the hundredth time.

it's not like he didn't want to. believe me, he did.

ever since he saw you coming out of the country club pool a couple years ago, the droplets of water adorning your perfect body, it was all he could think about when you were near.

he'd always been after you, and every other girl that threw herself at him was meaningless.

at every house party, every bonfire, every dinner your parents hosted and his family attended, his attention was always directed at you.

and he was a gentleman, of course. your parents loved him, after all, he was the kook prince, the pride of the island.

he never took the first step because he was scared to drive you away, to lose you.

you never expected your first time to be with him.

but here you were, sitting on his bed, hands shaking a little and letting him see right through the ballsy attitude you wanted to show.

yes rafe, i'm sure but your eyes said otherwise.

listen, we don't have to do this, we can watch some tv, or i can even drive you to the mall! the boy insisted.

it's not like you two were dating, just good friends. you had come to him hours prior, with a clear request on your mind: you had selected him to take your virginity.

needless to say he was shocked at the petition, but didn't hesitate and agreed as soon as you finished the sentence.

he'd been waiting for this for a long time, but he wanted it to be right.

it's ok, i can handle it, it's just, first time jitters, ya'know?

but rafe wasn't so convinced.

and as soon as he oppened his mouth to try to change your mind again, you kissed him.

it took him by surprise but was quick to soften into it, as he cupped your face with both hands, deepening the kiss.

everybody told you he was a great kisser, and you never thought much of it untill now.

the timid kiss you initiated escalated into a heated make out session in no time, his hands exploring every inch of your body, lifting your white sundress and getting to the waistband of your pink panties.

you almost automatically pushed his hand away, and broke the kiss to look at him through your eyelashes.

may i? i'll make you feel good, i promise

you slowly nodded, taking your hand away and placing it on top of his shoulder, instead.

moving the delicate clothing out of the way, he slided his finger through your already glistening folds, collecting some moisture and tracing soft and slow circles on your clit.

oh baby, already so wet for me he groaned.

a heavenly sound left your mouth, and went straight to his dick, that was starting to strain against his pants.

as his pace fastened, your need to feel more of him was growing.

r-rafey, can you maybe put a finger in?

it was almost too much for him to hear those words come out of your perfect, pouty lips. your voice trembling and breathy due to the stimulation he was giving you.

you want me to stretch you out baby? huh? say it.

he softly pinched and flicked your clit, barely allowing you to get some words out. but you knew what he wanted to hear.

yes, please stretch me out for you, please rafe.

he couldn't believe his eyes. he had the hottest girl in all the island under him, a moaning mess, begging him to touch her.

he slid his first rough finger in, gaining a loud moan from you as he did so.

you were so fucking tight, he couldn't wait to fill you up.

he struggled to fit in a second, but was finally able to get you to relax after he placed a few sloppy wet kisses on your neck, slowly lowering to the top of your boobs, that were spilling out of your dress.

his fingers curled inside you, reaching an undiscovered place and making you feel a kind of pleasure you never felt before.

your pussy squeezing him tightly, he could feel you were close, and suddenly pulls out both fingers, your whinings following at this unexpected loss of contact.

m'kay baby, i need to get inside you now.

#anon request #rafe cameron #rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #obx smut #mine #rafe cameron blurb

[axelsagewrites]

James Potter*Misunderstandings

Pairing: James Potter x f!reader

Word count: 1661

Can be read as a part two to heroic deed here

Warnings: none

Masterlist here

Being shy and friends with James Potter was already a struggle since he was anything but however you had a new issue now; you’d fallen heads over heels for him. you didn’t need a man to save you but ever since James defended you from those bullies it was hard not to like him.

Before when you walked through corridors you would get constantly shoulder checked and shoved but James had no issues shoving back and soon you found yourself being able to walk the halls without almost getting tackled.

James had also introduced you to the marauders who thankfully weren’t as intimidating as you first thought. Maybe it was because of how tall Remus was or the ladies’ man reputation Sirius had but you didn’t expect to be in a heated debate over breakfast over which magical creature would be the best at quidditch.

“You cannot be serious mate! How would a phoenix even hold a snitch?”

“Oh yeah cause a hippogriff has great dexterity!”

Remus and Sirius continued to bicker as you silently ate your breakfast. Remus was across from you next to Peter while James was sat next to you, Sirius next to him. Peter had ‘borrowed’ Remus’s homework while he was distracted, though you weren’t convincing Sirius didn’t start this conversation as a decoy, while James just laughed at his two idiot friends.

“You, okay?” he whispered, snapping you from your daze.

Shit you’d been caught staring, quickly say something, you mentally cursed yourself, “Yeah um just not a morning problem,”

“Alright sunshine I’ll leave you to daydream,” James laughed, your skin heating up at his words while he tried to buy into the argument.

-

You and Remus both shared your first class of the day so after the squabbling stopped you both set off to the third floor. “You ever gonna tell him you like him?” Remus asked as if he was asking for the time.

“What? Like who?” you stuttered but Remus just gave you a knowing look, “How did you know?” you sighed.

Remus snorted, a grin playing his lips, “Cmon seriously? yous hang out all the time. you should just ask him out,” he shrugged and your eyes basically bulged out your skull.

“I cant do that. He doesn’t like me like that-“

“Has he ever told you that?” he said making you stop in your tracks.

Remus eventually paused, staring at the confused look on your face, “Do you know something I don’t know?”

Remus sighed, “I know the last girl James asked out embarrassed him in front of the whole common room, which to be fair was his fault for asking so loudly,” Remus said, cringing at the memory of James proclaiming his love for lily in front of everyone and getting told a very quick no. hell even you had heard of the story, “and now he doesn’t talk about that shit anymore but if you ask me I think he does. He never shuts up about you,” Remus said, half rolling his eyes, “No offence,”

“None taken,”

-

All you could really think about all day was what Remus had said. James even had to ask if you were okay over dinner because how ‘zoned out’ you had been. “I need to return some books to the library,” you said, deciding to end your misery but James didn’t get the memo.

“I’ll come with. See ya,” he said, nodding to the guys and instantly getting up to follow you.

You tried your best to make small talk, but you could feel your palms getting sweatier with each word. After leaving the library you decided to finally do something about it, “Hey you busy this Saturday?” you asked, trying your best not to stutter.

“Eh I don’t think so. No detentions yet at least,” he joked, “how come?”

“Was just wondering if you’d wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?” you said, your cheeks instantly heating up like crazy.

The smile of James face though made your own heart skip, “Yeah sure. I’ll say to the guys yeah?” and just like that it sunk instantly.

“Oh yeah sure totally,”

-

To say your confidence had been knocked was an understatement and the whole walk down to Hogsmeade you were hanging at the back of the group trying not to show how much you were internally sulking. Yous went to honey dukes first, picking up a few bits and bobs all while Remus was giving you a sympathetic smile and James was none the wiser.

“He’s just clueless you know,” Remus whispered to you at the shelves while James went up to the till, “He probably didn’t even realise you were asking him out,”

“Or maybe he just didn’t wanna hurt my feelings,” you mumbled, instantly shutting up when James walked back. “Watcha get?”

“Chocolate frogs, of course. got you one too here,” he said passing you the frogs while Remus gave you a ‘see? told you so’ look.

-

Soon you all ended up piling into a booth at the three broom sticks. Remus and Peter were on one side while you, James, and Sirius squeezed into the other. Luckily you got to be on the side not against the wall however because of the tight squeeze you were pressed right into James side. There was nothing you could’ve done though, there wasn’t an empty seat in the place.

“You’d think for a magical pub they could make more seats,” Sirius scoffed as he crammed himself against the wall. “Its your turn for first round Peter,” he said.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Do you keep tabs or something?”

“Yes,” Sirius said, and it honestly wouldn’t shock you if he had it all written down in a notebook. “I’ll take a butterbeer,”

When Peter asked you what you wanted you offered to go with him to help him carry it but also as an excuse to get away from James. Peter however was glad to accept the help.

-

Meanwhile Remus was slapping James across the head as you walked out of sight. “You dumbass,”

“What?!” James squeaked, rubbing his head, “and ow! By the way,”

“This was supposed to be a date,” Remus half hissed making Sirius look between the two.

“Since when did you do go out?”

“We don’t,” James rolled his eyes, “what are you on about? She invited us all to come here?”

Even Sirius dropped his head into his hand at this point, “Think about what she said,” Remus sighed, “Did she say ‘you guys’ or ‘you’?”

James head tilted as he thought before a small ‘oh’ came from his lips followed by a very annoyed, “fuck!” while Remus and Sirius groaned at their friends obliviousness, “What do I do now? Should yous leave or-“

“No that just makes it weird,”

“Then what do I do?!”

“Shut up since she’s walking back here,” Sirius said, jabbing his elbow into his ribs, “Hey guys!” he said, way louder and happier than normal making both you and Peter share a concerned look.

-

James spent the rest of the afternoon beating himself up. He’d liked you from the first day he met you, hating that he hadn’t met you sooner and now he’d gone and fucked it up. He was distracted the rest of the day and while the group was walking back to the grounds he found himself hanging back a bit.

You noticed and decided to drop back as well, “Hey you okay?” you asked, genuine concern on your face making James’s heart melt.

“Can I ask you something?” he said giving you an odd sense of De Ja Vu, “See the other day did you mean that you wanted us all to go or like just us?” he said, voice trailing off when you looked away.

What he hadn’t expected was to see your eyes watering when you looked back, “Don’t worry about it, it was dumb and-“you began to ramble but James stopped in his tracks, grabbing your wrist making you turn to face him. “I’m sorry,”

“No, I am,” James said, stepping closer, “I was an asshole I didn’t know,” he sighed, looking at the ground, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted it to be just us?”

You shuffled on your feet, trying desperately not to look in his eyes, “Just didn’t want you to laugh at me or something,”

James felt his heart shatter, “I wouldn’t have laughed,” he said making you finally look up from the ground, “I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,”

“It’s not,” James sighed, staring off in the distance making you squirm in anticipation, “You busy tomorrow?”

“Um I don’t think so- “

“Great! Good great um quidditch practise ends at 2,” James said as he began to ramble, “So I’ll come get you at half 2 and we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Just us yeah?” he said, finally looking back at you with a hopeful smile.

“Like a date?” you asked, your own lips tugging into a small smile.

James grinned at your reaction, “Yeah like a real date. Without those losers,” he said making you laugh, “I wanna do it right okay?”

“Okay,” you said, “It’s a date,”

“Great,” James said, breaking out into a cheesy smile when suddenly you both heard whooping and wolf whistles behind you, “Oh fuck off,” James groaned as you began to laugh.

Sirius all but ran over, flinging his arm around James’s shoulder, “Fucking finally mate told you to just ask her,”

“You don’t get the credit for this!” Remus butted in, totally offended by Sirius’s comment, “I made this happen!”

“Nu uh,”

“Yu uh,”

As the two began to bicker you suddenly felt James take your hand. You looked at him, eyes wide but he just gave you a small smile as he tugged on your hand, leading you away from his nutcase friends. “Walk me back to my dorm?” you asked.

James grinned down at you, “Always,”

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Choking ❣️🔪

Yandere!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, choking kink, obsession, fingering, sex, smut, dub con, cockwarmimg

Synopsis: Your boyfriend was sweet and loving, maybe a little too much. He was suffocating… literally. Jungkook had a choking kink. He was obsessed and took any opportunity to get his hands on your neck. It was a little odd to you but you weren’t one to kink shame so you allowed it during sex (although you weren’t really into it). However it was getting more intense and scary…

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Dinner was ready and you found yourself waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You sat on the couch, scrolling on your phone humming to yourself.

You haven’t been dating for long actually. But Jungkook was insistent that you moved in quickly. It was fine, you loved him and he helped you financially as well. When going out, you often wore a turtleneck or scarf to hide your neck. There was obvious signs of choking.

Your boyfriend opened the front door and you were happy to see him.

“Hi baby.” Jungkook said, removing his shoes and giving you a hug.

“I’m glad you’re back, kookie.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead. “I made dinner.”

“Smells great.” He said while moving your hair. Your boyfriend stroked your neck with two fingers. He loved the look of what he’s done to you.

You only closed your eyes and prayed he wouldn’t right now. “D-dinner is ready…” you repeated.

“Oh. Yeah I’m hungry.” He chuckled while removing his hand.

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After eating, you fell asleep on the couch as Jungkook washed the dishes. Jungkook went to you after finishing. He lifted you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom. He gently laid you down and climbed over you, softly kissing your lips.

You were half awake and nearly panicked when seeing him.

“Hey. Hey! It’s okay.” Jungkook said while stroking your hair. “I just... I haven’t seen you all day baby…”

You nodded as he continued kissing you and now kissing down your neck.

You whined at the feeling and he yanked your pants down followed by your panties.

“J-Jungkook—!”

“I got you baby…” he groaned while undoing his jeans.

“K-kookie… I don’t-… I-…”

“You don’t want what?” He asked sternly with his hand on your neck.

You stayed silent, he wasn’t squeezing but it still scared you.

“That’s what I thought, baby…”

Jungkook removed his pants and boxers then teased your clit with his fingers. You moaned at the feeling and lightly bucked your hips.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He teased While fingering you.

“K-kookie—…” you whined while putting your hands on his wrist that was still holding your neck. “N-not… d-don’t—.”

You tried tugging his wrist and but he’s pretty strong and wasn’t budging. Something about the fear in your eyes turned him on even more.

“Aw baby… you’re so cute.” He smirked as he teased your cunt with his cock. Your eyes rolled back as he suddenly thrust into you and you yelped. It was a tight fit and always hard to get used to.

He didn’t move his hips yet since he knew you always needed some time to get used to the size.

Jungkook continued making out with you and bit your lip to get his tongue through. For a bit you kissed back but whined when he put his other hand to your neck, lightly squeezing.

Your boyfriend looked down at you with admiration as he slowly thrusted into you.

“I love you so much, y/n…” he said while squeezing your throat. You were already struggling to breathe and could barely move.

“J-ju-Jun-…” you could barely breathe and he let up while thrusting faster into you.

Jungkook was strong and when hitting that sweet spot it had you moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. You were gasping loudly as he slowly squeezed your throat again.

“C’mon baby…” he grunted. “You’re gonna cum right? Do it already, do it for me babygirl…”

After another hard thrust, you came with an intense orgasm. But you couldn’t even recover as her continued choking you with his cock still in you.

“What a good girl you are…” he panted. “You look so beautiful…”

You were feeling lightheaded as he squeezed harder and found your vision getting blurry. You knew you were close to passing out when all you could hear was your heartbeat and shallow breathing. Your hands on his wrists went limp and he came as he watched you go unconscious.

Jungkook quickly let go and pulled out. He smirked while kissing your neck. It was almost a desperate kiss; he left sloppy kisses and whined as he licked parts of your neck.

“Oh baby… my baby…” he panted while practically sucking on your neck. You’re never leaving me…”

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[sunnys-out]

Welcome Home | Katrina Gorry

A/N: Hello, I'm alive. Sorry, I have been busy again with LSAT prep, work, and all that good stuff. Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I had writing it.

(20. And I… I still love you, even after all of this time) from here

Warnings: familial death, panic attack symptoms, mentions of homophobia from family

WC: 2551

November 2023 Sweden

The cold air nipped at my nose as I stood still in front of the gate leading to the home. 

My feet shifted in the snow with a crunch. My hands shook, from nerves, as I move to cover my chest more to protect her from the cold. The home in front of me was familiar yet so new to me. 

I look down at the door to the once loose gate.

“Huh…she did end up remembering how to fix the gate” I thought.

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February 2018, Utah

The bags of groceries hit the counter top with a thud as I yelled toward Katrina, who remained struggling to lock the front door.

“You know this wasn’t what I had planned for us for Valentine’s Day you know…but hey we can celebrate you finally joining me here!” 

The smile on my face remained as I started unpacking the groceries.

Katrina moved through the maze of boxes that littered her apartment before stopping to look into one.

“Yeah unpacking as much as possible and then dinner…has the announcement already been posted?” she started removing framed photos from the box.

I nod and follow with, “Yup, they shot down my suggestion for the caption…“Katrina ‘Mini’ Gorry to join Utah Royals FC to join her amazingly charming and beautiful partner, y/n l/n” 

My hand gestures exaggerating the sentence to get a laugh from Katrina as I carried on.

“Plus, this absolutely beats just a Facetime call date so I don’t mind doing this with you, cariño (dear)” 

Katrina puts down the photo frame of us together when we won the NWSL championship with FC Kansas City and heads to the kitchen and leans on the counter.

“I meant to ask, how’s your sister doing? She doin’ alright?” the question gently leaving her mouth as if preparing for any sort of bad news.

I snort, “Mariana is doing great, surprisingly. She’s back in Mexico and just taking some time off. She met someone and it seems like it’s going well. She said ‘hi’ by the way”. 

My little sister, Mariana, played for the Houston Dash until she had sustained an injury that completely took her out of the sport the last year. Her body was not responding to the treatments or physical therapy and, ultimately, she decided to retire. Mariana elected to go live in Mexico and stay with our grand parents now that she “had all the time in the world for the first time in her life”. 

Katrina looks at me confused but shakes it away, “Your sister is really something, toughest girl I’ve ever met”.

I laugh, “Yeah and me the complete opposite, which is why you are the bug killer in this relationship”. I say talking out the vegetables from the bag and placing it amongst the rest. 

With a shrug Katrina said, “Well, you pay me back in fixing things around the places I’ve lived in…by the way can you do me a favor? I, may have made the latch loose on backyard gate…again…can you tell me how to fix it…again?”

My eyes meet hers as I feign frustration…”Cariño, you’re going to have to remember because what if it breaks…again and Im not around. I don’t want creeps coming into your backyard because you can’t fix it…just this once I’ll do it for you ok”. 

I sigh and leave the groceries on the dinner table and head out the back but not before I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips…”God, what would you do without me?” I joke.

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The gate quietly locks behind me with a click. I feel a stir under the rebozo (thick shawl) on my chest, I gently caress the top of her head through the shawl and the movement stops. I lift the top of the rebozo and see that she did remain asleep. 

I smile softly down and whisper. “She’ll be so excited to meet you”.

 I look back at the house and see the lights on within giving off a warm glow. I begin walking and look over at the, now, empty, painted pots that line the wall underneath the window. 

I frown a bit, “damn, guess the roses didn’t make it did they?” I thought. 

As I continued closer to the door I notice several more “artistic” looking pots with doodles and little H’s adorning each and every one of them. 

A smile returned to my face as the memory came back to me.

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February 2020, Norway

The sun peaked through the clouds as Katrina and I sat looking outside the window of her home in Norway. A small heater directed at me as I meticulously continued to paint a medium sized pot. 

I hadn’t noticed that Katrina had stopped painting her own and just watched me as I seemed lost in what I was doing. My tongue sticking out of the side of my mouth as my attention was fully on the project in front of me.

“You not worried about getting paint on your ring, darling?” she said gesturing her paintbrush towards my left hand.

I finish up one little detail on the sun that I had just painted before I looked over to the ring in question.

“Oh shit…totally forgot to take it off.” my hands wiping off any paint before delicately taking off the ring from my finger and handing it to Katrina.

“Hold it for me?” I quietly ask before she silently takes the ring and places in her front pocket joining hers. 

Katrina caught my attention before I could find myself back to painting the pot in front of me.

“How’s Mariana doing?” the tone still careful.

I nod, “Uh she is pregnant actually, set to get married soon. She said that she wasn’t going to have a big thing and just get married at the courthouse…she’s still sad she couldn't make it out to our wedding last Fall ”

Katrina’s eyes widen at the mention of pregnancy, “Oh she’s pregnant? Congratulations to her then…can I ask?”. I notice that she starts to fiddle with her paintbrush as I continued painting with mine.

“What’s on your mind cariño?” my attention fully on her as she sighs softly.

She puts down her brush and takes one of my hands in hers. 

“Remember when talked about kids?...I know that you didn’t want to carry because of fear and I said I would be happy to just only when I feel ready to…(y/n), I’ve been thinking and I think I’m ready to do it, there’s a lot of support with IVF here in Norway and I’ve done the research because I know that you worry and-” she stops once I squeeze her hand. She hadn’t noticed that my eyes were already filled with tears. 

“Cariño, there is absolutely nothing I would want more. I will try to be there for you as much as I can even if it means taking time off with Chelsea” I say now holding her hands tightly in mine.

Katrina, immediately, shakes her head, “hey you have been dreaming of playing for Chelsea since you were young…I can’t ask for you to leave in your first season with them”. 

I laugh a little as I clean my eyes and nose with a leftover napkin “fine you win…well I should buy more pots when our kid is around I want to make sure they have one too.”

We had started our lives together and we were making the step to make it bigger. I had intended, no matter how much money it was going to cost me, to fly to Norway on my free weekends to see Katrina through her pregnancy. 

However, COVID completely shut me off and away from Katrina. Through facetimes filled with my constant worrying of her getting sick while she was pregnant were frequent but not enough to sustain me. 

I had only seen her once or twice after following the strict travel restrictions and I was nothing but elated. 

Katrina had asked how my sister was doing. I had shared with her that Mariana delivered a healthy baby girl, Corey. However, the news did not carry the same lightness as before, the father of the child had left Mariana before Corey was born.

Disregarding Katrina’s protests, I took a bit of time off with Chelsea to just be with her when she finally gave birth to our little Harper. Mariana, joined me in crying over our little addition to the family telling Katrina that “Corey, can’t wait to meet her”. 

Katrina would go to the Brisbane Roar for a time, while I remained in England. Katrina and I were experts in the aspects of a long distance relationship, that didn’t stop my heart from aching from not seeing Harper.  Mariana would fill in those gaps as she would send video after video of her and Corey. Katrina would also fill my phone with pictures of our little Harper…

I wish I could just live in that moment again when my only worry was when would be the time I would see either of them.

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As I moved quietly to the front door, I stopped myself from knocking. I couldn’t just yet…I missed Katrina and I knew she missed me but it had been so long since I had seen her. I plopped down on the steps away from the door. 

I pulled Corey closer to me, and she, in turn, buried herself even more into my chest…I just needed a moment to myself. I was early so Katrina wouldn’t be expecting me and plus I was hidden away from the windows; away from any curious eyes.

My breath came out white as I sighed looking towards the gate in front of me. The last time I was here I was leaving…leaving for Mexico as soon as I heard the news. Chelsea received a rushed email stating that I would be unavailable until further notice and Katrina saw me frantically packing.

I, absentmindly, started to play with my ring finger always forgetting that there was no ring there to play with. Katrina should have been madder at me then.

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February 2022, Sweden

The soft glow of my phone filled the room before the default ringtone woke me up. I carefully reached over trying not to move Katrina as much as she was asleep against my chest. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I look and see my grandmother was on the other line. 

My grandmother never called without notice opting to only call when she knew that I would be awake. I answer and interrupt her before she starts asking her to just give me a minute in as soft of whisper I could muster.

I quietly leave Katrina’s side, walk by Harper’s bed by our and into the corridor. A yawn escapes me as I finally prompt my abuela to continue with what she was calling about.

“Ah mi niña, tu hermana esta muy mala, le encontramos en el piso desmayada y quieria avisar le,creo que tu necesitas a venir a vistar la…no sabemos cuanto le falta” (Ah, my daughter, your sister is not doing well, we found her passed out and we wanted to let you know, I think that you need to come and visit her, we don’t know how much time she has left). 

I do not remember what I responded but it must have been something akin to “I’m headed there now” as I immediately went to my laptop and bought the first ticket there. I moved through our home with complete disregard of the noise I was making at 3:30 am nor I didn’t know I was crying until I felt Katrina’s arms around me, calmly, saying my name to bring me out of my panicked state. 

The clothes still bunched up in my hands as I broke down. “It’s Mariana” was all I could hiccup. Katrina rubbing my back as she led me out of the room to not wake Harper. 

“How is Mariana?” she whispered the careful tone still there. 

I shook my head as I continued, “she’s dying, I have to go to see her…I can’t be here…I-” I start breathing slowly to calm my self as Katrina held me, I hadn’t even noticed that we were sat on the ground, her hand running up and down my back.

She smiles and nods as she herself tries to keep the tears from falling, “You go, I will be ok with Harper here, I know how much Mariana means to you…she means a lot to me too. Go take care of her…just know that I will be here for you and I… I still love you, even after all of this time…all the times we have been apart…I love you. Mariana is lucky to have you as an older sister as I am to have you as my wife”

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November 2023, Sweden

I was gone more than a year, Mariana had passed a month after I had arrived in our parent’s small home town. My parents, estranged, would not be there. Definitely not for the daughter they thought would defend their homophobia when I came out to them but defended me fiercely to her last breath.

I handled everything from the funeral, looking after my grandparents and the caring of little Corey. I watched the world cup from the bar counter of little restaurant on the corner. Bouncing Corey on me knee as I watched my wife make history. 

Katrina kept my ring safe with her, I do not trust my aunts at all especially after the fall out I had with my mother. The final check off of my list was preparing for the adoption of Corey. Once she was, in all eyes of the law, my own daughter we said our goodbyes and headed back to Sweden...back to Katrina and Harper…back home.

I sighed as I rubbed my eyes when the cold breeze hit me. The door behind me opened and enveloped me in a warm glow. It took me a few moments to register Katrina’s arms around my neck as she nuzzled her way into hair whispering, “Welcome home”.

I leaned back into her still holding Corey ahead of me as I then heard the pitter patter of little feet and a little “Mama” was heard as another weight was added on my back.

I laughed for the first time in a while, “Hey you two, careful don’t want to crush Harper’s new big sister” I say getting up. 

The sleeping bundle now with open eyes was let loose and with renewed energy hugged Harper and ran into the home pulling her in to play leaving me with Katrina. 

She grabbed me and kissed me like it was the first time and grabbed my hand as we separated. 

“I think this belongs to you, darling” She said slipping the wedding ring onto my finger as I clasped her hand once she did. 

I bring her in close, “of course it does…I love you, cariño” her lips capturing mine. 

Now two little voices came from within the home, “Mama!”. We enter hand in hand with our new favorite little distractions.

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[venus-haze]

Secret Identity!Homelander x Reader Headcanons

Note: Gender neutral but mildly fem-coded reader, and no descriptors are used. This is inspired by the throwaway line from season 1 where Homelander mentions having a secret identity, but not keeping it for long, so I imagine it’d have been in the 2000s when he was in his 20s. My brain really latched onto the idea, and this is the result. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Warnings: Voyeurism, relationship under false pretenses, obsessive and disturbing behavior. Do not interact if you're under 18.

• Your new neighbor moves into the apartment next door seemingly overnight, but luckily you have a box of brownie mix and some powdered sugar tucked away in your cupboard and decide to make some as a ‘welcome to the building’ gesture

• His name is John, and he apologizes in advance if he wakes you up with his coming and going since he works odd, inconsistent hours as a crime reporter for a small, independent newspaper

• You notice the Indiana University logo embroidered on his sweatshirt and cheerfully say, “Hey, you’re a Hoosier! I’m sure you’re already working on your March Madness bracket.” He nods along as if he understands what the fuck you’re talking about. The two of you continue small talk until you make your leave back to your place. He goes to his computer, groaning at his choice of Indiana as his home state when he doesn’t know anything about basketball, let alone March Madness and brackets

• Over the next week or so, he realizes just how unprepared he is for living on his own, but luck’s on his side, because he hardly has to worry about doing much cooking or cleaning himself when you’re constantly inviting him over for dinner and offering to bring his clothes over to the laundromat with yours since you “know he’s so busy with work”

• Sometimes he has trouble keeping his backstory straight, though he is at least able to bullshit his way through your questions about college and basketball. That doesn’t faze you at first, as he keeps you enraptured with his inside scoop on crime in the city. You’re none the wiser as to how he knows the intimate details of some of the cases, under the impression that he’s just a great reporter

• He keeps tabs on you from afar, Homelander doing quick fly-bys of the area where you work just to make sure everything’s okay. He was raised to be a hero, after all. When you’re alone in your apartment, however, he has no shame in looking through your walls and listening in on what you’re up to. He knows everything about you, the type of music you listen to, the TV shows you watch, the food you go for when you wake up for a midnight snack, that you call your best friend every Thursday night at nine, no detail is too minute for him

• One evening, he decides to take a closer look at your place while you’re in the shower, until he looks through the bathroom wall and feels his mouth go dry at the sight of you. He slips his hand down his pants, and, well, what you don’t know won’t hurt you. It becomes a habit, his guilty pleasure of getting himself off whenever you’re naked in your apartment

• To you, though, he’s still your hot neighbor-friend John, who your coworkers have been pestering you to make a move on, telling you that it sounds like he’s straight from a Hallmark movie. You’re reluctant, but you start to consider something with John when you mention wanting to get rid of some of your older, worn-out furniture and buy new stuff and lament having to pay a company to move. He volunteers to help you during the weekend

• It’s almost funny how he pretends to struggle to move the furniture when he could rearrange your entire apartment without breaking a sweat. He seems to be a good actor, though, because he notices your forehead creased with worry as you watch him move a couch himself. He likes your eyes on him for a change, and though he flexes his muscles every chance he gets, the concern awakens something in him. It’s nothing less than calculated when he “accidentally” drops the couch, pretending to hurt his arm in the process

• You’re frantic as you rush to his side to inspect the damage. Of course there’s no bruising, a truck would have to land on him for that to happen. Still, you gingerly touch his arm and he pretends to hiss in pain. You disappear into the kitchen, only to return with a bag of frozen vegetables in your hand and guilt etched across your features

• “John, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” you ask, brushing his hair from his face, and it takes everything in him not to lean into your touch as he assures you he’ll be fine. The furniture moving project is over for the night, and you order a pizza and let him pick a movie to watch. Your movie collection is almost foreign to him, having been raised on a carefully curated selection of propaganda and clean American classics. He picks Dirty Dancing on a whim, and it proves to be a good choice as you gush over how much you love the movie

• For the first time in his life, he indulges in greasy junk food and cheesy movies, feeling that pang in his heart again as he watches the romance unfold on screen, the one weakness he could never quite get over, loneliness. He notices how as the movie progresses, you end up curled up against him. He furrows his eyebrows, wondering to himself if it’s actually a date all along, and from the way you keep glancing at his lips, only to bashfully look away when he catches you staring confirms that

• He can hear your erratic heartbeat and decides to just go for it, stealing a kiss from you in the middle of the movie. From then on, you’re dating, and suddenly this persona of his becomes far more complicated than he anticipated. You make him happier than he’s ever been in his life. He wants to keep you incredibly close, both of your respective free time consumed by each other, even while he’s Homelander, unbeknownst to you

• John may as well be your dream boyfriend in the beginning of your relationship, attentive and romantic, bringing you to a nearby park on your first official date for a picnic and to try the famous Dirty Dancing lift scene. “Let’s at least try!” he insists. “I’ll catch you.” Despite your hesitations since he’d hurt his arm moving your furniture just a few days ago, he catches you with an almost unbelievable ease on the first try, to your delight. “I’ve always wanted to do that!” you laugh as he sets you down, pulling him in for a kiss

• He buys you elaborate floral bouquets and increasingly expensive gifts, to the point where you wonder how the hell he has that kind of money as a reporter unless he gets paid off by the same criminals he’s supposed to be reporting on. Sometimes he’s troublingly jealous or says things that unsettle you, but you assume it’s because of the line of work he’s in, being exposed to the worst of people. Besides, whenever you get even the slightest bit nervous by his words or actions, he seems to know just when to swoop in and calm you down

• Definitely has no concept of personal space or normal sleep schedules. You’re the first non-Vought affiliated person he’s ever had any kind of relationship with. It’s intense and things move pretty fast, like "I love you on the third date" fast. He idealizes you a lot. Emotionally you’re stretched thin by having to fill the role of lover, parent, best friend, confidant silly rabbit

• Date nights at your place are comforting and domestic, but going out is always an adventure with him. His lack of knowledge of generally getting around New York is downright strange since he reports on crimes all over the city. Not to mention, people do double-takes when they see him, as if they recognize him from somewhere but then figure otherwise. It happens way too often to be a coincidence, though

• Sex with John can also be unpredictable, passionate and loving to intense and almost painful. He’s into some weird stuff and doesn’t have the best etiquette when it comes to his kinks. Not to mention his stamina is almost inhuman, and when you comment as much after he fucks you the fourth time in under two hours, his response is strange, to say the least. You chalk it up to years of sexual repression that he maybe didn't get out during his college years

• Still, he supports and adores you, so you can deal with the frustration and emotional exhaustion when he knocks on your door at eleven at night, letting out a dramatic sigh as he flops on your couch and you take the cue to ask him how his day was. You know there’s something he’s keeping from you, but you decide not to push it. He’s just as interested in your everyday life, hell, he wants you to bother him with the mundane stuff. That’s what boyfriends are for, anyway. You have no idea of what his true identity is, yet you still love him 

• It can’t last forever, though, because you work late one evening, so he decides to check up on you, just to be safe. The scene he descends on is almost too perfect, the type of scenario he’d seen played out in the Vought-branded Payback cartoons he watched growing up. Still, seeing the man so much as pointing the knife in your direction as he demands you hand over your money and valuables almost makes Homelander lose control

• He lands in between you and the man, who takes a nervous step back. “Not so brave now, huh, buddy?” Homelander scoffs, grabbing the man’s wrist and snapping it, the knife falling to the ground as he screams in pain, clutching his broken wrist

• The situation becomes even more nightmarish as you watch America’s fresh-faced hero push your attempted assailant onto his knees, a cruel gleam in his eyes and sneer on his lips as he grabs the man’s head and twists. You can’t bare to watch, gagging when you hear a distinct snap followed by the crunching of bones

• Homelander turns to you, taking you into his arms for what’s supposed to be a comforting embrace, “It’s alright now. You’re safe with me, babe” 

• Your brain pretty much short circuits as you realize your boyfriend John is actually the most powerful superhero who ever lived, and you just witnessed him break a man’s neck like it was a toothpick

• Naturally, you pass out, right into his blood-covered hands. He presses a kiss to your forehead and takes off for Vought Tower. No need to pretend anymore, right?

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander headcanons #homelander imagine #the boys x reader #the boys headcanons #the boys tv #the boys amazon #'headcanons' this is long enough to be a fic but fuck it we ball

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J. Hughes - A Little Funky

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Jack Hughes x OCD!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s): possibly triggering content to those who do have OCD. Mentions of blood, angst, resisting compulsions.

This one’s for all my OCD people! Your struggle is just as valid even if it’s not always as visible as others’.

Next thing I’m working on is a Quinn request!

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“Why do you do that?”

It caught me off guard the first time Jack asked. I looked up from my menu. Fear struck my heart in concern that I’d already ruined our first date.

“Do what?”

“You blink like..” he paused, mimicking the action. The way I blinked hard. The way my head tilted occasionally with the force I needed to get my eyelids to close just right.

I let out a quiet sigh.

“Why do you do that?” He restated his question.

“‘Cause I’m just a little funky, Jack.” He didn’t need to know. Not yet. It would scare him off. So instead, I phrased it as a joke. But Jack was far more observant than I gave him credit for at first.

It wasn’t the first time my mental health interfered on a date. Or even that date with Jack. After dinner, we had gone back to his place and agreed to spend a bit more time together.

The night had simply gone too well to part so soon.

“What do you wanna watch?”

I shrugged at Jack’s question. I quickly sat down next to him on the couch, leaning into his side as Jack scrolled through a streaming service. I counted the seconds it took for the app to flick down from one section to the next. Lost in thought as he tried finding a movie.

“Stop.” My urgency made Jack raise a brow.

“You wanna watch Corey Carson?”

“No- no.. go back up.” I shook my head, and watched as Jack scrolled up to the previous section.

“Wednesday?”

“It’s wrong now.” I reached for the remote. Jack’s confusion only doubled. I was strategic in my continuation of the scrolling. Only when we got to the bottom of the page and restarted at the top, did I allow Jack to have control over the remote again.

“What was that?”

I never knew how to explain it to him. I didn’t know how to make him understand that my brain just worked a little different than his. I hated to keep him in the dark, but I thought it was safer for us both to keep it as such.

Our ‘talking’ stage consisted of a lot of great moments, with those occasional interruptions sneaking in.

Interruptions that would leave Jack questioning my habits all day, and leave me feeling like I was walking on thin ice.

“Jack baby…I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A beat.

“Jack- Jack..” I tried to stop myself. “Jack, listen.” He looked at me, trying to walk out the door to go to a game. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“You have to say it back now.”

“I already did.”

I could sense myself getting frustrated with him and upset with myself.

“I gotta go.. okay?”

I nodded, but my mind wouldn’t let it go.

“Jack.” I called his name as he opened the door. He quickly looked back at me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too! Jesus..”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know why it had to be like that. Why my mind had to work the way it did. It scared multiple people off, and I was always afraid of losing Jack because of it.

Eventually, months into our real relationship, I sat Jack down to speak with him on the matter. It was only after I could no longer hide it, that we had the talk.

What I didn’t expect was him to be so relieved and accepting when I told him.

“We should really talk about what’s going on.” I cringed as I looked up at Jack from his bed. He looked exhausted from his game. I was equally exhausted from getting up every ten minutes to check if I turned the stove off.

“What’s going on?” I knew what was coming.

“All of this stuff. It’s different. It’s just- you say you love me a million times, and you have all these.. these off behaviors.” I could tell he didn’t want to offend, but that was really the only way for him to describe it.

I slowly sat up, patting the empty space on the bed beside myself.

“Jack please don’t be mad.”

“God I’m not gonna be mad, just please tell me you’re not a psychopath.” He huffed as he dropped onto the bed, pulling his legs up and shimming until he was next to me.

Some might argue I was a psychopath. Some days that’s how it felt.

“It’s OCD. It’s a disorder- it’s just.. it’s really hard to live with sometimes, and I know projecting it on you doesn’t help. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s what?”

“Obsessive compulsive disorder. It’s when you obsess over certain things, and then you have physical or mental compulsions. Like triggered behaviors or actions that help calm you down.”

“Like saying I love you five thousand times?” Jack eyed me with uncertainty.

“Yeah. I get nervous that you’ll leave and maybe..” I hated talking about it.

“Maybe, what?”

“I don’t know. Like what if you leave and then get hurt? Or die? And I never told you that I loved you. Or maybe telling you that I loved you would save you from that fate.”

We spoke for what felt like hours on the topic. Jack asked as many questions as he could, and tried his best to understand.

We both realized that the best form of understanding came with time.

When we moved in together, Jack had a load of time to form an understanding.

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“Hun?” I heard his voice from the bedroom, groggy and confused. I didn’t answer though, staring down at my hands splayed out on the counter top, sobbing quietly as I had convinced myself that my circulation was being cut off.

“Baby?” There was rustling in the bedroom, before the bathroom door opened and in came Jack, in a pair of shorts and no shirt.

“Aw damn..” the disappointment in his tone made my heart break. “Hey, it’s okay.. what’s up?” Jack slipped behind me, carefully wrapping his arms around my torso. He eyed my face, and after a moment he put the pieces together. “Your hands?” We’d been here before.

Jack moved his hands down the expanse of my arms, resting them on top of my own on the cool counter top.

“Don’t look at ‘em. They’re gonna be the same color and feel the exact same way in five or ten minutes.” Jack whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to my collar. “Gotta relax for me, baby.

I always had issues obsessing over my health. One of said compulsions was the consistent checking of a body part and another was Google searching. In this case, limiting the amount of checking I could actually do, was supposed to help. To show me and my thoughts that I was okay.

At first, I hated giving in to Jack. I hated that his methods never felt like they helped. I hated him because in those moments I felt safer checking myself than not. I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to be hurt.

Over time I began to understand better, that he was helping. I just didn’t like it because it was a good method.

I breathed out a sigh eventually, leaning back into Jack’s chest and nodding to him. “I’m good now.”

There were other days when my OCD got the best of both of us. When Jack struggled between giving in and pushing my limits. When he never quite knew what to do or say.

“I can’t wait to be home.”

“Yeah.. my feet hurt.” I mumbled, eyeing the tile floor of the mall as we neared the door. I had been counting my steps. I made Jack start over with me in three different stores. I think the only reason he agreed was to not ruin my day. But it seemed since it was coming to an end, he was trying to not be as lenient. The second we got to the door, I stopped and turned to go back. Jack gripped my hand tightly.

“We can’t do it again, hun.” I looked back at Jack with wide eyes. His own baby blues responded with a sympathetic look.

“Jack, please.” I squeezed his hand.

“You can do it.” He encouraged, but I wasn’t sure if I could.

“Jack it’s not an even number.” Odd numbers usually meant somebody might die in my head. Jack knew that.

“Who is it?” He spoke softly. He held his free hand out and I slowly stepped into his arms.

“Ellen.” I whispered nervously.

“We can call her when we get home.”

I broke down into tears for the hour long ride. By the time we got into the house, Jack already had Ellen’s number pulled up. When she didn’t answer, he realized his mistake and I was devastated.

Those were learning moments for both Jack and I. He tried to work past his mistake, and I had to wait longer to speak with Ellen. Who had ended up being fine nonetheless.

Jack and I weren’t a perfect couple, and there were nights when I know he got just as frustrated with me as I did with myself. I hated to put that stress on him, but I learned over time that he was not going anywhere.

“Why can’t I just be in here with you? I wanna hang out.” Frustration seeped out of his tone.

“Because I said so, Jack.” I mumbled, barely giving him the time of day with my words, much less my eyes.

One of the things I hated most were the intrusive thoughts I occasionally got about him. The ones that broke my heart, because no matter what they were, I could never live with the thought of myself hurting Jack.

I never wanted to be around him when one came about. Especially because I was always afraid. It was something I never told him, and he never understood.

“Please?”

“No, Jack. Please go call Nico or somebody else. I wanna be alone right now.”

He’d huff and he’d puff, but damn he never went away.

“I’ll be back in a half an hour.”

He was always adamant on checking in on me. He knew when it was my OCD. I had little tells he was good at picking out.

Intrusive thoughts were not the only reason I avoided Jack at times. I also struggled to be around him when he had a cut or broken skin somewhere that was touchable. I was lenient about it being beneath clothing, but on a hand or his face, parts of his arms they weren’t covered by t-shirts, or his legs where they wouldnt be covered by shirts- then I had an issue.

Jack didn’t have diseases by any means. Maybe yaps-a-lot-itus, but other than that, he was fine. That didn’t stop me from getting extra tense when the moment arose where I could have gotten his blood on me. When Jack tried to fight me on that, we usually got into fights.

“Would you at least cuddle with me?”

I hadn’t kissed him for days, not since he busted his lip.

“Jack I can’t. It’s not-“

“There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m fine!”

We could both be emotional in these times. Jack hated to be neglected, and he hated knowing there was nothing he could do to help me. I hated hurting him, and I hated knowing I was helpless against my own mind.

“Please be patient with me?”

“I’m trying!”

If, or when I did get the courage to lay with him, I kept an arguably safe distance. Sometimes Jack would coax me into hand holding, and sometimes he wouldn’t.

There were other nights however, when all I wanted was to be in Jack’s arms. When I’d focus too much on a chest pain or the sound of my own heartbeat. When I’d convince myself I had a heart problem or something major was wrong.

“I really need you to tell me how bad it hurts.” Jack whispered as I sobbed into his chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that one might assume I was actually dying. Moments like these always scared the shit out of Jack.

“Baby, I really need to know. If we need to go to the hospital then we need to go now.” Jack tried. I tried to get ahold of my wandering thoughts, trying and failing to communicate with him.

“Come on. You gotta have something for me. One out of ten.. how bad is it?”

He moved one of his hands to trail through my hair.

“Two or three?”

I felt silly for sobbing over a pain that was only two or three on the scale, but that simple confession helped my mind come to its first realization. And it helped Jack relax.

“That’s not bad…” Jack sighed out. “Where’s it hurt? Can you show me?” He slowly pulled away. I looked up at him and swallowed before I reached up to press a hand to the center of my chest, then around my abdomen.

“What’s it feel like?”

I felt myself becoming choked up again. I couldn’t explain it. I let out a strangled sob.

“Hey, hey.. it’s okay.” Jack took my face in his hands, and wiped away the trails of tears. “Is it a sharp pain? Or a dull one, like a soreness? Or does it burn, maybe?”

“It burns..” Jack was always so good at helping me organize what I thought and felt. So good at helping me communicate when I didn’t know how to.

“That’s it?” He asked as if it was nothing. Somehow hearing his nonchalance also relaxed me.

“Baby.. we ate a few hours ago.” Jack whispered, continuing to wipe my tears away. “It’s probably just heartburn.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my head. “I get it sometimes too. Feels all uncomfortable in your stomach and your chest? Kinda tight or burning?” I nodded to confirm that he was correct. “Yeah. It’s just heartburn. It’ll go away, just give it some time. If it doesn’t, we’ll go to the pharmacy and grab some pills.”

I was slow to nod in agreement of his plan. Jack pulled me back into his arms, whispering soft assurances and conversation starters. Some that I answered and some that I didn’t.

Occasionally that pain would grab my attention again, and a new wave of fear would strike, but Jack was one step ahead of it. Always one step ahead.

I rolled over in his arms, my back pressed firmly to his chest. One of Jack’s hands was hidden beneath my shirt, thumb rubbing gently back and forth across the skin of my stomach. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“You’re safe right here.” He whispered. “Safe as you could possibly be. It’ll go away before you even wake up in the morning.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Jack.” I mumbled.

“For what?” He shifted, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him though.

“For being so hard to handle.” My voice quivered.

“Hey,” he cooed. “Hey, no.” He laid back down and wrapped himself around me, slipping one of his legs stubbornly between my own. Even though I insisted it was a weird position. “You’re just a little funky.. remember?“

I scoffed at his recollection of the first time we ever spoke.

Jack and I may have gone through so much together, but I realized that it was easier to tackle with him, than without him.

“Maybe a lotta funky.. but I still love you.”

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Yandere!Mother Miranda and Yandere!Alcina x Y/N lactation fic part 2

Alright, lately I’ve been getting a lot of requests to continue this, so here we go! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

You panic as Mother Miranda holds you tightly against her. “No! N-no, please stop!” You begin to sob as she easily opens your mouth and places her nipple into it.

“Shh, shh, little one. Mommy needs to feed you now,” Miranda urges gently. “You’ve had a long day and it’s time for some dinner,” She says and begins bouncing you in her arms.

You struggle for a moment and manage to turn your head away from her breast. What the hell kind of torture is she trying to put you through?!

But… As Miranda looks down at you once again and captures your gaze, her beautiful silver eyes don’t hold anything but… Love. She smiles softly at you and leans down to kiss your forehead. “It’s alright, my darling. Your mama and I absolutely adore you,” She promises. “You are a dream come true for us,” She explains and looks at Alcina.

The lady of the castle chuckles warmly at her wife’s statement, holding her tighter and stroking your little face. “It’s true, draga. We can’t wait to introduce you to your older sisters,” She agrees.

Older… Sisters? They already have a family and they want you… To be a part of it? It catches you off guard to see how they’ve already made plans to include you in their lives. They are also very affectionate with you. When you first woke up, you were sure they had concocted some evil scheme to kidnap you and torture you. But… Now you’re not quite sure.

True, they could just be lulling you into a false sense of security, but you just… Don’t really think that’s the case.

You decide to proceed cautiously and just hope for the best… You’re too exhausted to put up much of a fight anyway.

As you study Miranda curiously, she can’t help but giggle at the serious look on your face. “I think we have a genius on our hands, dear,” Miranda proudly says to Alcina.

Alcina laughs as well. “It seems they take after their mommy,” She says and kisses the side of Miranda’s head.

Miranda hums contentedly at her wife before softly cupping your cheek and carefully opening your mouth again. She places her nipple to your lips once more, urging you to latch on. “Eat for mommy, baby. I know your little tummy is so empty,” She encourages, wincing a bit at how full and swollen her breasts are.

You look at the pained expression on Miranda’s face. As weird as this situation is, you don’t want her to hurt because of you. She’s been nothing but nice to you so far.

You huff. You know what? Screw it. You’re starving anyway. Your lips gently wrap around her nipple and you begin to suckle.

Miranda sucks in a relieved gasp at this. Physically, it feels amazing… But emotionally it feels even better. Her little one is eating finally. It brings her a great sense of calm to watch you nurse from her. She begins rocking you slowly and smiles happily up at her wife.

Alcina’s heart melts at how cute Miranda is. “You are so proud of yourself, aren’t you, draga?” She grins.

Miranda laughs softly and lies her head back on Alcina’s shoulder. “I must say that I am, my love,” She says. 

The two are silent for a moment as they watch you suckle before Alcina clears her throat. “I… Really want them to meet the girls,” She says, excited but also very nervous. 

The hesitation on Alcina’s face confuses Miranda. She grabs her wife’s hand and squeezes it. “They will soon, my love,” She says. “But… You look so anxious,” She points out. “What’s the matter?”

Alcina sighs as she rubs your head. “I know that Daniela will be so excited about finally being a big sister… But Cassandra and Bela can be so… Jealous,” She says carefully. “I guess I’m just feeling… Guilty for wanting another little one so badly,” She admits. “What if the girls think we won’t love them as much anymore?”

Miranda adopts a knowing expression at this. Alcina is always so hard on herself. “I believe you’re thinking about this the wrong way, my darling,” She says. “All Bela wants to do is please us. Another child will certainly be difficult for her to get used to, but not impossible. If we ask her to make an effort with Y/N, she will. Once she gets to know her little sibling, she’ll be just as taken with them as we are.”

Alcina hadn’t thought about that. Bela is so sweet. Of course she’ll warm up to her youngest sibling if she and Miranda ask her to try. She is a great big sister already.

However, Alcina remembers her second oldest daughter. “But what about Cassandra?” She asks her wife.

Miranda can’t help but chuckle at the unsure look on Alcina’s face. Her wife is so cute. “Cassandra is definitely… Protective,” Miranda concedes. “And while I know she would never intentionally hurt Y/N… It’s possible she might accidentally be a bit… Rough with them at first,” Miranda says quietly. 

Alcina and Miranda both share a look at this.

At this point, you’re not even paying attention to what the two women are saying. You feel too… Little now. But, you do fuss a bit as you try to nurse. Miranda’s milk is sweet and warm. You like it a lot, however, you’re a little frustrated. Your mouth is already tired from nursing but you want more. You’ll need to get used to eating like this, it seems.

Miranda shushes you softly and pats your little back before she speaks again. “Everyone will have to get used to each other,” She says to her wife, expertly shifting you in her arms and helping you latch onto her breast better. “I think we’ll just need to supervise Y/N when they’re with their sisters for a while,” She suggests and strokes a finger across your cheek.

You settle down at Miranda’s actions and are able to suckle easier.

The priestess soon notices your eyes are growing heavy. She grins and looks at Alcina. “But for now… Maybe you should hold them for a bit?” She offers.

Alcina’s golden eyes glitter with excitement. “Really, draga?!” She asks, uncharacteristically enthusiastic.

Miranda giggles at this. “Absolutely, my love. You have been so patient,” She tells her. Miranda carefully takes her finger and breaks your latch. 

Your eyebrows furrow and you whimper at the sudden departure of Miranda’s breast. You find yourself missing the sensation of suckling.

“It’s alright, my love. Mama wants to hold you now,” Miranda tells you and kisses your forehead. She hands you over to Alcina who eagerly cradles you in her arms.

“Hello, my little one,” Alcina says softly and kisses your cheek. She is absolutely beaming as she holds her youngest for the first time.

You immediately relax into Alcina’s warm and plush chest. While Miranda is also very comfy, Alcina has the perfect body type to snuggle against. She begins purring gently which quickly knocks you out.

As you begin to fall asleep, your eyes open for just a second. Long enough to see the two women share a tender kiss. For some reason, this makes you feel… Safe. They’re a loving couple who just want you to join their family. It’s like they really are your parents.

It’s strange how quickly you’ve grown accustomed to this arrangement, but you’ve never really been taken care of before. It’s… Nice.

The quiet ambience of the room further lulls you to sleep. But what will await you when you wake up?

Note: Yes, I’m lazy and Miranda and Alcina just automatically know Y/N’s name 😂 Hope you enjoyed!

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda x reader #mirancina #lactation #breastfeeding #age regression #nonsexual age regression #angst #yandere imagines

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Chapter XIII

The Princess & The Lawyer

Summary: A scare with her stalker causes Princess to take matters into her own hands. Meanwhile in Idaho, Lloyd finds himself between a rock and hard place.

Word Count: 8,058

Masterlist

Warnings: Description of a physical assault with a blunt weapon, stalking, harassment, dangerous encounter with a semi-wild animal, cowboy/ranch work, illegal drug trade, and corruption. Minor foul language. Only appropriate for 18+ readers. No minors. 

Author’s Note: I wish this installment hadn’t taken so long, but between going on interviews and then changing jobs, the past few months have been crazy. Thank you for waiting, encouraging me, and sticking with this story.

Chapter XIII 

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You were counting down the seconds until you could end this call but Weston Tafferty was in prime form tonight. Even though you’d clocked out thirty minutes ago, he seemed to think your personal time was fair game for work-related conversation. He continued to fire off questions as you struggled to fill in your eyebrows and carry your end of the conversation. If he didn’t wrap this up soon, you’d still be on the phone with him during your belated family birthday dinner.

“Why wasn’t I cc’d on your emails to Detective Roth?” Weston asked. 

“I’m not using my work account for those messages. Roth set me up on their encrypted server.” 

“And this prevents you from emailing me how?”

“Wes, that information is too sensitive to share.” 

“Hmmm. I’ll give you a pass for now, but next time, make sure I’m in the loop. I also noticed you haven’t been using my spreadsheet system. If you don’t comply with departmental requirements, I’ll have to write you up.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay. Listen, I’m already off work and I have plans. Email me the details and I’ll take it up with HR.” 

A while ago this sort of micromanagement would’ve sent you through the roof. Tonight, other stresses were taking up too much mental space for you to care. And thanks to Weston’s call, you were running ten minutes late. You tapped your phone to check the time and realized ten minutes had become fifteen. Great. Your Mom would kill you if you were late to your own party. 

Another icon on the home screen caught your eye. There was no little red number hoovering in the corner of your message app to announce new texts. 

There had been no new messages for a week. 

Aiden had just… stopped. It should feel good, but your nervous system was screaming. An impending sense of doom settled over you and kept you trapped in the house all week. Your gut said this ceasefire was temporary and Aiden was biding his time. 

You’d filed a complaint with the police and he'd gone no contact. It was disorienting. Just when you started taking Aiden’s threats seriously, he stopped making them. Filling out the paperwork at Metro had stripped away the delusion you’d maintained last week. Writing the incidents in black and white on police forms laid waste to your sense of security. As the silence had stretched from one day into two, and then into four, fear sank deeper into your consciousness. 

Staying locked in Lloyd’s house forever wasn’t an option. If it were, you’d do just that. But your parents had already delayed your birthday celebration because of the Singapore trip, and backing out now would demand an explanation you weren’t prepared to give. 

Checking your reflection in the full-length mirror, you frowned. Thanks to Aiden’s threats about your apartment, you’d avoided going home, so the only dinner outfit you had was the dress Lloyd gave you in Singapore. Unfortunately, the skirt didn’t cover your knees. Self-defense lessons with Landon and Jake had left them covered in ugly bruises. 

There was no way Vivan wouldn’t notice and then your mother would make a fuss. You tried covering the marks with concealer. As you were applying setting powder, your phone buzzed. Hands full of makeup, you glanced at the screen.

A message read: Here. 

You were expecting Jake and tapped ‘K’ in reply.

There was a noise from below as the front door opened, then the scuff of sneakers on tile. You tossed the concealer into your makeup bag and rinsed your hands before heading downstairs. 

“Hey, Jake! Guess what? No new messages today. He’s gone from obsessed to silent. It’s crazy…” 

You turned the corner and froze. The visitor wasn’t Jake.

“Zach!”

He removed his sunglasses, hooking them on the top button of his shirt. 

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming by,” you said. 

“I texted. Jake’s working late. He asked me to check in, said there’d been trouble with raccoons knocking over garbage cans.” 

“Yes… Racoons.” 

“Everything okay?” Zach asked. 

“Absolutely.”

He cocked his head. “Yeah? Who were you talking about before?”

“Uh… I was scheduling a follow up with a witness. A witness in another case. He was responsive at first, like, obnoxiously, but suddenly… you know. He’s ghosting me.” 

“You seem nervous.”

You needed to lie - convincingly. 

“I’m fighting with Vivian, and my birthday dinner is tonight. It’s going to be interesting.” 

“That’s all?”

“Yeah. Just family drama.” 

“Hmmm. Jake’s been cracking his knuckles all week, which is never a good sign. I checked the location history on our work phones and saw Landon and Jake have been stopping by regularly. What gives, Y/N?” 

“That sounds like an invasion of privacy,” you said.

“They’re my phones. Speaking of… give me yours.” 

He held out his hand. 

“No way.” 

“Suppose the racoons aren’t just racoons, Princess. Give me your phone. I won’t check the location without cause.” 

You hesitated.

Zach wiggled his fingers. “Give it.” 

You handed him the phone. Zach tapped in commands as you collected your purse. By the time you’d checked your wallet and keys, he’d installed the app. 

“When did you hear the racoons?”

“Ten-thirty.”

“Did the floodlights come on?” Zach asked.

“Ah… I don’t remember.” 

You wished Jake had given you a heads up about the cover story. Zach passed you the phone. 

“I’ll take a look. Don’t let me keep you, I’ve got my own keys.” 

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“Charlene, don’t be a bitch. Let’s talk about this before you do something crazy.”

Lloyd tried to make his tone as cajoling as possible. Facing down the bad-tempered female with death in her tawny eyes, he was willing to press any advantage he could, including charm.

The cow snorted and bobbed her head. He recognized that look and untethered his rope from the saddle horn in response. Through the act his eyes stayed locked on Charlene. She might be a Charolais heifer, but her temperament rivaled the most vicious Jersey bull. He uncoiled his rope and extended the loop to allow for her horns. While he understood his father had been sick, it was a crime not to have de-horned this monster when she was born. Her attitude was defense enough without having weapons attached to her head. 

He swung the lasso a few times, getting it into shape.

“Charlene” – so named because all Charolais heifers were Charlene in his book – pawed the ground. Getting her out of the pasture hadn’t been easy and herding her through the corrals was an event he’d rather forget. But he hadn’t expected the sight of the narrow alley into the loading chute would turn her into a psychotic demon. 

The rail-road tie fencing of the alley was six feet high and not much wider inside. Charlene had made up her mind about it in an instant, despite the fact she’d probably never seen such a thing before in her life. He’d found most of his father’s herd balked at the loading chute. Even in the pasture they acted half-wild, like they hadn’t seen a human in years. After that discovery he’d installed a series of gates in the alleyway for better control. The first was at the entrance and another positioned in the middle to prevent cows from backing up or creating a crowd-crush. The system worked, assuming the animal went in. 

Charlene bellowed and raised her head, puffing herself up. Jane, the quarter horse under him, shuffled back a step. He hoped she had nerves of steel because the last thing he wanted was to snap his neck getting bucked off and finding out what the business end of Charlene’s horns felt like was equally unappealing.

“Can you hurry it up? We’re behind schedule!”

The semi-truck driver called to him over the fence and Lloyd ignored him. He adjusted the rope and turned it so the loop’s bottom strand flipped over his wrist. When he raised his arm, muscle memory kicked in. Without a conscious thought his thumb clenched and his fingers curled, while his elbow and shoulder rolled in a familiar motion. He stood up and put most of his weight into the left stirrup, preparing for the throw. When Charlene’s muscles rippled, he angled the lasso down and threw the loop, relishing the speed as it flew over his hand. 

He was still focused on the mechanics of the action when Jane spooked. He’d leaned into the throw which placed his weight in the opposite direction of where she’d run. When she bucked again, he swore and lost a stirrup. Lloyd grabbed the saddle horn and fought to keep his seat. 

The lasso sailed over Charlene’s horns despite Jane’s fit. He drew it snug and anchored the rope to his saddle horn. When the little roan under him felt the rope pull, she spun around, leaning back on her haunches. Charlene tossed her head, fighting the restraint.

“Good girl, Jane. You’re a roping horse, aren't you?” 

The mare flicked her ears in appreciation. He laughed, surprised at his good fortune. His father hadn’t had many good traits but his taste in horses was impeccable. Lloyd twisted the rope back and forth. Charlene bellowed as it rubbed and moved forward. When he clicked his tongue, Jane backed into the narrow alleyway, dragging Charlene along. 

“Hey, kid!” Lloyd called to the driver’s assistant. 

“Yes, sir?”

“Shut that gate!” 

This was the farthest he’d gotten her. If he lost his grip on the rope, he’d rather chase her in the confinement of the alley than around the corral. When the gate clanged shut behind her, the heifer kicked at it and made contact, causing the panel to clang against the chain fastener.

Charlene lunged at Jane. 

The horse reared and Lloyd leaned into the movement just in time to avoid a tumble. Jane turned in mid-air and landed facing the gate that had just been shut. Lloyd yanked his rope over the saddle horn, and leapt off. He smacked Jane’s hind quarters, sending her galloping, and whistled at the heifer to keep her attention while the kid opened the gate for the horse. 

Whistling really pissed Charlene off. 

He turned and sprinted for the fence and felt her breath on his back pocket just as his foot hit the railing. He managed to climb halfway up before she slammed into his leg. Lloyd gasped at the burst of pain. When the pressure let up, he jumped down and rolled under the second gate. 

“Holy shit, you’ve got a death wish,” the driver said. “I’m not taking this one!” 

“She’ll calm down. She just doesn’t like trailers,” Lloyd said.

He had no idea if that was true, but he wasn’t about to keep her around to find out. 

Charlene paced back and forth, eyeing him on the other side of the gate, dragging the rope he’d dropped through the mud. Lloyd stood up. She shook her head and bellowed, making the rope whip around. By a stroke of good luck he caught the end and pulled it under the gate. 

As the alley narrowed, barricade posts set inside the high fence guided the cattle into the loading chute. He wound the rope around one and tugged, testing its strength. Charlene was big and this post wasn’t built to withstand that kind of weight. Lloyd wrapped the rope around again. 

“If this cow kills me, I’ll sue you,” the driver said from the other side of the fence.

“I don’t think you’re the one she’s looking to kill.”

The assistant climbed over from the corral and landed beside his boss. He looked at Lloyd. 

“You okay? Did she break anything?”

“No, I’m good. Do me a favor. Be ready to shut that trailer, fast.”

“What?” 

Lloyd unchained the gate and moved to the far side of the alley. He glanced at the kid.

“Ready?” 

The assistant ran to the trailer. Lloyd tightened the rope around the post, lashed it around his hand for good measure, and unlatched the second gate. He moved to the other side of the alley, parallel to the barrier post, and kicked the gate open, making it crash against the fence. This time the noise didn’t spook Charlene. She was too focused on Lloyd to care. 

He stood there and let her charge. The barrier post served as a pivot point, creating a zig-zag that shortened the rope. Charlene was just a few feet away when she ran out of length and was swung around by the force of her own momentum. She stumbled into the loading chute and Lloyd shoved the metal panel into place behind her. He climbed up the fence and pulled the rope off her horns. When it was off, he whistled. She bolted in the only direction she could, straight into the trailer. The kid slammed the door shut.

Jane was waiting by the gate, exactly where she’d run after he’d jumped off. Lloyd led her out of the corral around to the cattle truck. The assistant watched him secure his rope to the saddle with obvious interest. 

“Do you rodeo, sir?”

“Nope, never have.”

The kid’s expression was disbelieving. “Why?” 

“My father preferred to train and sell horses instead of competing with them.” 

“You could’ve made a killing at jackpot ropings!” 

Lloyd chuckled, amused by the kid’s enthusiasm. 

The driver scowled. “We’re behind schedule.”

“That’s the pleasure of working with animals,” Lloyd said.

“I’m charging you for the delay. You should’ve shot this one, she’s going to kill somebody.”  

“She’ll be fine once you unload her. Do you have everything you need?”

The kid answered. “We just need your signature.”

The driver fetched the paperwork while Lloyd fielded the kid’s roping questions. It surprised him to find he enjoyed giving the advice. 

When the livestock haulers were off, he walked Jane to the barn.

“You earned some oats for not breaking my neck,” Lloyd said.

Jane snorted and picked up her pace. 

In front of the barn, he noticed marks in the dirt. He looped Jane’s reins through a hitching ring without bothering to secure them and crouched to study the boot prints. The mixture of clay and loam soil held its shape well, and the sun had baked the dirt into a detailed cast. He’d found similar impressions on Tuesday morning which had motivated him to spend the next few days herding cattle on the outskirts of the ranch. 

The sneaky, unwanted visitor didn’t surprise him. 

Settling the ranch’s affairs was his duty. Dealing with his father’s illegal side business wasn’t. He’d be insane to get involved in a drug running operation and risk a second strike on his record. 

Lloyd studied the print. He knew it wasn’t from him. The first thing he’d done when he’d arrived was dig out his cowboy boots and start cleaning the barn. His boots were leather soled, designed to slide easily in and out of stirrups. They left a distinct heel and triangular forefoot print. The visitor’s boots had a tread pattern that was usually found on rubber soles. Whoever wore these shoes spent his days on city streets, not on a ranch. A sinking feeling settled in his chest. He had a strong hunch about the visitor’s identity, but hoped he was wrong. Lloyd dusted off his jeans, and went to untack Jane. He placed the saddle and blanket over the door of an empty stall. 

He glanced toward the tack room and his stomach clenched. Inhaling sharply, he turned away. 

After Jane was settled with a bale of grass hay and a bucket of oats, he walked to the small pen where a sick calf was bedded down in the straw. His eyes and nose were running with thick green mucus that left no doubt infection had taken hold. Lloyd checked his water. It hadn’t been touched. 

“Whatever bug you’re fighting might not kill you, but dehydration sure will.” 

The calf wheezed. 

Lloyd shook his head. “You need a vet.”

His ears twitched at the words, but he didn’t raise his head. After changing the calf’s water Lloyd went to the house and used the landline to call Anderson’s Feed Store. 

Henry Anderson picked up on the first ring. Of course, he not only knew the local vet, but promised he’d have them swing by around six. Then he started firing off questions with the zeal of a Spanish Inquisitor. How was college? Did he like Harvard, or did he wish he’d gone to Notre Dame? What had he enjoyed about England? How much did it rain over there? Did he know Coach Olsen had hung a framed picture of him receiving the Bushnell Cup in the gym lobby?

Lloyd sat down at the kitchen table and answered the inquiries. He noticed when Mr. Anderson skipped over questions about his post-college years and fast forwarded to current events. The effortless way he sidestepped the uncomfortable subject squeezed Lloyd’s heart. His unseemly history didn’t warrant such a tactful maneuver and because of it, Henry’s easy grace hit him like a three hundred pound linebacker. 

“I knew that determination would take you places. I haven’t employed another highschool kid for four years straight since you.” 

At that time, he’d done his best to stay out of Joe’s way which meant the long hours at Henry’s store were a perk. Later, their fully stocked breakroom fridge had allowed him to avoid going home for days at a time.

“How’s April doing?” 

He finally asked about the topic he’d been expecting would come up, but hadn’t. 

“She’s doing well. Married a boy from Portland and now we’ve got four grandchildren. The oldest is a senior this fall, and the middle one starts seventh grade. The second youngest is in kindergarten and the baby turns two in a month.”  

“Wow… that’s a range of ages.” 

“The baby is her Mama’s spitting image. It took four tries, but her genes finally hit copy paste.” 

Henry laughed at his own joke while Lloyd tried to imagine it.

“I’m sure you’ll catch up with her, but I’ve got to let you go. A load of grain just pulled in. The vet says they’ll be by after 5:30, probably closer to 6.” 

“Thanks, Henry.” 

He hung up and tried to wrap his head around the bombshell that April Anderson was married with four kids. He wondered why Henry had suggested they catch up. It seemed to imply she still lived in the area. Lloyd shook off the curiosity and grabbed the truck keys. He didn’t have time for a social call. Already, it was mid-afternoon and his errands in town couldn’t be put off any longer. 

Lloyd paused at the door and reached into the side table drawer. As expected, his father’s loaded .22 Sig Sauer was inside, encased in a leather shoulder holster that held two extra magazines in a pocket on the right strap. Being a felon, he wasn’t legally allowed to carry a gun, let alone a concealed gun. He thought of the boot prints and his suspicions about the night-time visitor, then removed his denim shirt and slipped on the holster. He covered it with the shirt and checked his reflection. The loose garment and compact weapon rendered the bulge under his arm almost invisible. He put on his sunglasses and grabbed a baseball cap from the shelf. 

It was just a quick trip to town. He’d be in and out before anyone knew he was there. 

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You tugged at your skirt, trying in vain to shield your bruised knees. Even with setting powder, the concealer hadn’t provided the coverage you’d hoped for. 

Vivian stirred her yogurt and watched you from the corner of her eye. Your birthday dinner had gone better than expected. For dessert you’d taken the family out for frozen yogurt and, at your Mom’s suggestion, walked down to the park so Alyssa could run around. She’d behaved well at the restaurant, but after two hours of sitting, she was getting antsy. 

With the efficiency of a general, Mom had taken charge of Sam and ordered Juan to mind Alyssa. She had sent you and Vivian off to ‘enjoy the peace and quiet,’ which was code for ‘go make up because I said so.’ From a shady bench you watched Mom encouraging Sam to walk through the splash pad spray. She was bent over, letting him hold both her hands for balance, uncaring of the mist soaking the lower half of her linen pants. Hector, Caleb, and Diego were kicking a soccer ball in the grass and Juan was hovering nearby, watching Alyssa play in the landscaping.

“What’s Alyssa doing?” you asked Vivian. 

“Playing with rocks. I don’t know why, but if you give her a rock, she’ll look at it for hours.” 

“Huh. Interesting.” 

“What happened to your knees?” Vivian asked. 

“I fell.”

“Were you drinking?”

“Vivian!” 

“What, you’re not uncoordinated. Were you drinking?”

“No!”

“Well, I have to ask. You’ve been acting super weird lately,” she said. 

That was true. You cringed under her scrutiny and decided to change the topic.

“I’m sorry, Vivian.” 

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“My reaction to your pregnancy was uncalled for. I overstepped, and I’m sorry.”

“I dropped it on you like a ton of bricks, so there’s that. You don’t handle change well and I should’ve known to break the news gently.” 

“Hey! I’m great with change.” 

“Absolutely, you just roll with the punches.” Vivian snickered, and dissolved into giggles. Then her gaze shifted to your frozen yogurt. “Can I have a bite?”

You held out the cup. She sampled it and made a face.

“Yuck.”  

“First you insult my adaptability, then my taste buds.”

“Speaking of taste, congratulations on the break up.”

It took you a second to realize what she meant. “When did I tell you about that?”

“You told Caleb, which is like telling the whole family.”

“Right.”

“Does your boss live in the Historic District of Alexandria? By those swanky townhouses?” Vivian asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

Her eyes gleamed. “Last night I checked your location on Life360. Guess where you were?”

Oh, crap…

“Why were you at your boss’s house at three a.m?”

“I’m house sitting,” you said. 

“For three weeks? Bullshit.”

“Damn it, I’m going to delete that stupid app. I thought I already did-”

“I stole your phone and reinstalled it. Before you ask, yes, I check your location every night. Are you dating your boss?”

“He’s not my boss. Technically, Weston Tafferty is my supervisor.” 

“Lloyd’s last name is Hansen, right?”

You frowned. “Did you Google him?”

“I really should apply to the FBI someday,” Vivian said, grinning. 

“Listen, you can’t believe everything on the internet…”

She was already opening a website on her phone.

“Have you seen this?” 

You braced yourself to explain Lloyd’s escapades, but it was an article from the Boston Globe sports section dated 26 October 2001. The headline read “Harvard Beats Penn, Cinches Ivy Title” and the photo underneath showed a group of sweaty men in tight white pants and hulking shoulder pads. Lloyd was in the middle. He’d taken his helmet off, revealing a clean shaven jaw and hair three shades lighter than it was now, but there was no mistaking that bone structure. 

“Look at that man. He is fine,” Vivian drew the middle vowel of ‘fine’ into a throaty purr. 

“It’s not like that, I’m-”

“You’re sleeping with him, just spill.” 

You groaned and covered your face.

“Y/N, please? It’s just us. And unlike Caleb, I can keep a secret. I can keep all the secrets, so tell me everything.” 

Your sister was absolutely reliable as a confidant, but your relationship with Lloyd was so new and undefined. Then again, maybe you could use some outside perspective on the matter. It would probably go a long way toward repairing the rift between you. 

“Okay. So, Aiden ended things-”

“Shut up! He broke up with you?!”

Her outrage was a delight. “Unfortunately. Lloyd took me out for dinner and you’ll never guess what happened then…”

By the time you left the park, dusk was falling. Talking to Vivian had settled your mind about the crazy twist your relationship with Lloyd had taken and confirmed that you were enjoying the new status quo, as tenuous as it might be. 

There was a flier stuck under your windshield wiper. Assuming it was an advertisement, you grabbed it, slid behind the wheel and turned on the air conditioner, then unfolded the page. Breath froze in your lungs and your heart dropped like a stone as blood drained from your face so fast your vision blurred.

It was a photo of you and Vivian on the park bench. You scanned it for clues, trying to decipher the angle it had been taken from and realized the photographer must have been on the other side of the splash pad from where you’d been sitting. A shiver ran down your spine. You scanned the street, with its long shadows and fluorescent lamps. Aiden could be anywhere. Fragments of the messages he’d sent flashed through your mind, raising goosebumps on your arms. Your hands clenched into fists. This was no way to live. You couldn’t tolerate it.

Trying to calm your racing heart, you took several deep breaths. After the pressure eased in your chest and you felt clear-headed again, you evaluated your options. There was the obvious choice - contact Detective Diskant at metro and give him the photo. But hadn’t you already done that? Aiden had responded by stepping up his game. Not only had he followed you, he’d followed your family and been bold enough to leave behind photographic evidence of the act.

The message was clear: I’m watching, and you can’t stop me.

Reporting him had made things worse. You threw the car into reverse; it was time to show Aiden who he was dealing with. 

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His errands took longer than expected. 

The health district office was slammed, and he’d waited more than an hour for copies of his father’s death certificate. Paying property taxes in person was a bureaucratic nightmare, and so was settling the funeral home bill. His last stop was the priest, and he’d cut that visit short. To make sure they wouldn’t cancel Joe’s service because of his rudeness, he’d added a zero to his donation. With one eye on the clock, he made the final turn towards home. The clock ticked off another minute. Not wanting to miss the vet, he sped up.

Sirens wailed.

Lloyd hissed. He hadn’t risked speeding on the interstate after spotting the black and white vehicle tailing him, but he’d thought he had shaken them miles ago. Red and blue flashing lights followed him to the edge of the road as he pulled over. 

Great. What a fantastic ending to an afternoon filled with unpleasant errands. He’d handed over a small fortune to the county and fucking donated to an organization that owned more land than Bill Gates. Like an ice cream sundae wouldn’t be complete without the cherry on top, this miserable day couldn’t be finished with anything less than a traffic stop. 

He parked a few meters from the ranch’s front gate. The police truck didn’t pull in behind him; instead, it maneuvered around and turned into his driveway. It swung to the right and reversed into a parallel park, blocking the road. 

The side decal on the pickup read ‘SHERIFF’ in bold print. 

Lloyd watched the driver climb out. Even at a distance, he recognized the well-built man thanks to the distinctive outline of his Montana crease cowboy hat. This one was pecan colored instead of gray. It matched the tan uniform better than his old one, Lloyd noted. 

He rolled down the window and propped his elbow on the ledge to hide the holster under his arm.

“Evening, Sheriff. Was I speeding?”

“License and registration.”

Lloyd took his time finding the papers and handed them over, one by one.

“You’re looking well, Holbrook. It’s like you haven’t aged a day.”

The jab made the Sheriff’s upper lip curl, but he didn’t bat an eye as he examined the papers. Charles Holbrook was his senior by twelve years, though the way he wore those years made it look like twenty. His bulky aviators didn’t cover the wrinkles around his eyes and what Lloyd could see of his hair had gone gray. 

Holbrook tilted his hat back. 

“Where were you headed in such a hurry, son?”

“I’ve got a sick calf and the vet’s due any minute.” 

The Sheriff looked to the passenger seat where the file of tax papers lay.

“What’s in the folder?”

“If you’ve got a warrant you can look, but if not…” 

“Where are you coming back from?”

“Town.”

Holbrook ran his tongue around his teeth. “You sure about that? Just town? Nowhere else?”

It seemed his instinct about being followed had been correct. He wished he hadn’t slipped their tail earlier, because it had given them the chance to set up this speed trap. 

Lloyd shrugged. “I’m just trying to get home and take care of my animals, Sheriff.”

Knowing who he was dealing with helped Lloyd keep his temper in check. Thirty years ago, when he’d been a young deputy, Charles Holbrook had joined Joe’s drug running operation. Harsher sentencing guidelines made his father cautious enough to find an insurance policy and Holbrook fit the bill. He proved himself effective and ambitious, which was why Lloyd hadn’t been surprised to hear they’d had a falling out after he’d left for college. Rumor was, the Sheriff and Joe had spent the past twenty years at war, fighting over control of the intermountain west drug trade.

Holbrook grasped the butt of his gun. Lloyd tensed, then a blur of action drew his attention. The passenger door of the police truck flew open. A young man in a deputy’s uniform burst out with a pump action rifle.

Shit. 

The .22 under his arm wouldn’t be any defense if the deputy was a good shot and given that Holbrook was nobody’s fool, especially in these matters… carrying illegally had been a colossal mistake. The tiniest infarction would be an excuse to throw him in jail. Lloyd’s jaw clenched as he appreciated that in this scenario, Holbrook’s definition of “jail” would mean “the bottom of Redfish Lake.” 

“Watch your back, Lloyd. You know the rules in these parts.” 

Rage bubbled in his chest at the threat. His nostrils flared as he took a sharp breath, struggling against the urge to fight. The Sheriff smirked. 

“It’d be a shame if there were two Hansen funerals this week, Lloyd. Don’t do anything stupid. We need to have a serious chat about-”

Holbrook cut off at the sound of gravel crunching behind them. Lloyd saw another vehicle had pulled up behind his truck and scowled. He couldn’t decide if he should be amused or annoyed that he warranted backup. This was a run of the mill shake down, not… Damn it. His gaze swung to the rearview mirror. The white pickup had boxed him in. With the sheriff on his left, the deputy in front of him, and the newcomer behind, he was trapped. 

It was a straight shot through the windshield with the pump action rifle. Lloyd figured he could shoot Holbrook and take cover behind the engine block, but that left him vulnerable to the occupant of the white pickup. By the time he got off a shot he’d have six rounds in his back.

“Luke! Put that away!” 

Holbrook straightened up and faced the new arrival. 

Lloyd didn’t blink, eyes tracking the deputy’s every move, while he complied with the request. His attention stayed on the rifle until it was out of sight. Only then did his attention return to the Sheriff, who wore a welcoming smile for the approaching woman. She wore a navy baseball cap, plaid button down, and Levi’s tucked into cowboy boots. There was something familiar about her that tickled the edge of his memory. 

“Dr. Ward! Haven’t I told you it’s not wise to interrupt police business?” 

Holbrook’s tone was the same one used to discipline golden retrievers - exasperated, but indulgent. 

“Well, Sheriff, this time it’s you interrupting my business. I’ve got a sick calf to see and you’re blocking the road.” 

She nodded at the police truck, and when she turned her head, he spotted the auburn ponytail. Lloyd’s jaw dropped. 

“April? April Anderson?”

“It’s Ward now,” she said, grinning. “Dad mentioned you had an emergency, but this isn’t the kind of emergency I expected.”

“Nah, no emergency here. Sheriff Holbrook was letting me off with a warning.”

“That’s sweet of you, Sheriff. Do you mind clearing the road?” 

Holbrook’s lips twisted into a sour pucker, but he touched two fingers to the brim of his hat and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.” 

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You sat in your car, gripping the steering wheel tight. 

Just being parked on this street felt dangerous. Despite the risk, anger was more powerful than logic in your current frame of mind. You hung onto that fury. If the past few days had taught you anything, it was that living in fear wasn’t sustainable. Rage felt like a suitable alternative - it was certainly more pleasant than terror. 

Thoughts of rage turned your mind to Lloyd. If he knew about your situation, he’d be apocalyptic. He’d protected you in Singapore with no consideration for himself and that recklessness worried you. If he flew off the handle there was a decent chance he’d end up facing a second round of felony charges. The prospect of Lloyd being sent to jail because of your mistakes was untenable. You needed to handle Aiden yourself. 

From the spot you’d parked, on the opposite side of the street to Aiden’s house, you had a perfect view into the living room. He was inside and based on what you’d seen in the last thirty minutes, he was alone. Taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and imagined you were Lloyd. You thought of the irritable man who’d stormed into the paralegal office and invaded your life. The image filled your mind, thrilling and comforting in equal measure. You remembered the boisterous, almost wild energy that version of Lloyd had carried into a room.

Thinking of his confidence helped ease the tug of caution that insisted you’d be safer turning around and driving back to Virginia. You twisted your neck, warming up the muscles and taking deep, steady breaths. In less than a minute, your shoulders relaxed and your jaw unclenched as the last clouds of doubt rolled away. 

Moving with purpose, you stepped out of the car and stalked across the street toward the two-story brick colonial with an immaculate front lawn. Your heart was hammering, but the fear was buried under a thick fog of anger. You were going to demolish Aiden. 

You rang the bell and waited. The door opened and Aiden looked irritated to see you. The sight of him made your lip curl into a snarl.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why can’t you leave me alone?” 

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

You shoved the photo in his face. 

“This, Aiden. I’m talking about this!”

“Huh?”

“I found it on the hood of my car an hour ago. You took this picture and left it to threaten me.” 

“I didn’t do anything!” 

“Don’t lie.”

Aiden scoffed. “You’re crazy. It’s just a picture.” 

“You’re harassing me. You’ve been texting me, stalking my building, and trying to make me uncomfortable. Well, guess what? I’ve already forwarded the texts to your father and filed a complaint with the police. Even with all that, you don’t seem to be getting the message, so here it is. Stop. Bothering. Me.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Trust me, Aiden. If you make my life hell, I’ll be happy to return the favor - in triplicate.” 

“You’re a drama queen, you know that, right? I’m not the one who came to your house. You should be glad I’m giving you the time of day - it’s not like you’d do the same.”

“I know you sent the texts. You’re taking your problems out on me, and if you keep doing it, you’ll find out that I punch back. Stay away from me. Stay away from my family. This is the last time I’ll say it - next time you find out I mean what I say.” 

He crossed his arms, straightening. “You should watch your mouth, bitch.” 

“And you should watch your back. You’re going to leave me alone. If you don't, I’ll put you in a world of hurt.”

“See if I care.” 

“You should. Because if you don’t, I’ll give you a reason to.” 

“Whatever.” 

You raised your chin.

“I don’t need you to believe me. Because whether or not you think I’m serious, I am. This is me giving you the chance to turn things around. Go very far away from me and stay there. If you don’t, you have no one to blame but yourself for what happens next.” 

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The calf ended up with a prescription for long-term antibiotics, and he persuaded April to have a beer with him. He couldn’t help but stare as they sat on opposite sides of the small kitchen table. She broke the silence first. 

“Nice mustache. It ages you, but somehow it suits you.”

“Thanks. I can’t believe you’re still here. I figured some city boy would sweep you off your feet and take you to Seattle or Boise.” 

“He did, but I took him home instead of the other way around.”

“I guess your taste in men improved after high school,” Lloyd teased. 

“Given my starting point, it couldn’t have gotten much worse.” 

He laughed. “After Tyler, I was a step up.” 

Tyler Claffey had been April’s first boyfriend. He played defensive tackle to Lloyd’s quarterback and they’d been on the same team since fifth grade. Their hatred of each other ran deeper than the traditional offense vs. defense rivalry every football team suffered. Tyler still held the distinction of being the most insecure person Lloyd had ever known. For his part, Tyler hated Lloyd’s sullen disposition, lack of regard for other people’s opinions, and most of all, for being a superior athlete. 

When he was caught cheating on her the week before junior prom, April had asked Lloyd to be her date. He knew the goal was to twist the knife in Tyler’s side and had accepted the invitation. They went to prom together and ended up dating until graduation. 

“Tell me about your husband,” Lloyd said. 

“Michael. We met in college, but didn’t date until after. He’s a lawyer.” 

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” 

“Is he tall, dark, and handsome… with a mustache?”

April snorted. “No, no, yes, and absolutely not. I know you aren’t married, because no woman would tolerate that facial hair. You should grow a beard.” 

“My girlfriend doesn’t mind it.”

Lloyd felt a ripple of concern at how naturally the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled off his tongue, but pushed it aside. He considered April - the first and last woman to hold that title - and shook his head. 

“I can’t believe you stuck around.” 

“I didn’t hate it here, you did.”

“I had to get away. You know why.” 

April nodded. She picked at the label on her drink and lowered her voice.

“How did you feel, when they told you he was dead?”

“Shocked, disbelieving. More of the latter, to be honest. The hospital called and explained but I just… I thought he couldn’t die.”

“Are you okay, being back? Like, here, in this house?” 

Lloyd shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Have you been in touch with your family?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m it.”

April raised an eyebrow. “Your sisters?”

He looked away. 

“You never searched for them? After all these years? I…” she broke off. “Lloyd? Did something happen to them?” 

“I can’t say for sure. I didn’t look them up because I knew what I’d find.” 

“What do you mean?”

“My mother couldn’t take care of them. Even back then, I knew.” 

“She left the summer before fifth grade, right?”

“Yeah. My father was away, it was just me and the girls. The house was peaceful. That’s what I remember most about those last days.” 

April’s brow creased in confusion, so he explained.

“She didn’t have any of her normal outbursts, episodes, whatever you’d call them. Looking back, she must have started on some kind of antipsychotic meds. A few days before Dad returned I woke up to an empty house.” 

He looked out at the barnyard and saw it as it was thirty years ago. Almost exactly thirty years to the day, he realized with a jolt. 

“Her car was gone. Josephine’s closet was empty and so was Ingrid’s. Only some of my mother’s things had been taken, but when I saw the suitcases were missing, I knew they weren’t coming back.”

“I’m sorry,” April whispered. 

She reached across the table and covered his hand. Lloyd folded his fingers around hers.

“I hate remembering. I can’t go through the barn without thinking of Ingrid and that evil little Shetland who bit everyone. I taught her to saddle him, but I think I put on his bridle every time she wanted to ride.”

“Clever girl.”

Lloyd smiled. “She’d hunt for arrowheads with me. Josie used to go with us because if we didn’t take her, she’d cry and that would set Mom off. She liked to collect flowers and press them in parchment. The first night here, I went into her room and…” 

Emotion choked him. A piece of wax paper had fallen from the pages of one of her story books. It was a bright, cheerful Black-eyed Susan. He’d stood there staring at it, as if it were a rattlesnake. 

Lloyd shuddered. 

“My mother may as well have driven them off a cliff, instead of off the ranch. I never looked them up… not knowing is easier.” 

April squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“When I was in prison, the psychiatrist asked me if I’d ever felt love. The question made me furious. I couldn’t believe he’d think me incapable of such a basic emotion, but then I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt love - no offense -”

“None taken.”

“I knew my reaction was genuine, but until Monday night when I saw the rocking chair, I couldn’t figure out where it had come from.” 

Their eyes drifted to the pine rocker by the front window.

“That’s where they let me hold Josie for the first time.”

April squeezed his hand. “Is your girlfriend coming for the funeral? I’d love to meet her.”

“No. I didn’t want her to see me like this.”

Lloyd turned his hand, bringing hers to rest on top, and studied the impressive diamond ring on her left finger. 

“Nice rock.”

“It spends most of its time on a chain around my neck. That’s what he gets for marrying a vet.” 

He used his thumb to turn the ring left and right, admiring the way it caught the light.

“I knew we wouldn’t last, but I loved you, April.”

“Not really. We were good friends, Lloyd. But it didn’t run deeper than that on either side and you were turning bitter.” 

She paused, eyeing him curiously as her tongue traced the edge of her upper teeth.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What happened between you and Coach Olsen?”

Lloyd slipped his hand free at the naming of his former football coach. “You don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, I do. It’s been decades and I’m still curious.”

“Olsen took bribes. USC paid him to make sure I didn’t sign with Harvard.”

“But you liked Harvard the most.” 

“He was stringing them along, making it sound like I hadn’t decided so the money kept flowing. Obviously, that’s not kosher with the NCAA.” 

“He put your scholarship at risk. I understand why you cut ties.”

His lips twisted. 

“It was more than that. I got a call from USC in July, which was odd because I’d already committed to Harvard. Their rep let it slip about Olsen. I was livid. Mind meltingly furious, unlike anything I’d felt before.” 

The memory made his stomach pitch. Something visceral had come over him and he’d felt his mind loosen, allowing the monster to emerge. The dam holding back years of rage burst and nothing could stem the tide.

“I’d worried I was like Joe, but until that night I wasn’t sure. Whatever had held me in check snapped. I don’t remember the drive into town, just walking across the field and seeing lights on in the shed. Olsen was in the office, working. The football shed wasn’t air conditioned back then, so the garage door was open.” 

The scene played behind his eyes, undistorted by time. He saw the white cinder block shed and felt the thrill of finding his prey. Later, that feeling had become an addiction, better than cocaine and longer lasting than ecstasy. 

“I snuck under the garage door into the storage area. They’d brought in the baseball equipment and there was a rack of bats beside the door. On my way through, I grabbed one. He turned when I stepped into the office and started to speak. I swung for his head but he ducked, so I only clipped him. He rushed me, and I struck his right knee, got him on the ground, and then…”

He remembered it in flashes. The sound of bones crunching, screams, then agonized cries. 

When he’d snapped out of the trance there were blisters on his palms.

“I thought I’d killed him. That’s why I left for college a month early. When the team went to state a few years later, I read he was still their coach. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather.”

April stared at him. “That was you?! We thought there was a psychopath running around town!”

“There was.”

“I don’t agree with everything you did, but your reaction was understandable.” 

“The only thing I regret is not saying goodbye to you.”

“I figured you wanted a clean break. Once I accepted it was what you needed, I got over it. But I worried about you. I figured we’d stay in touch, you know?” 

He hadn’t wanted anyone too close to him, not after realizing what he was capable of. If he was a monster then the safest place for April was far away from him. Hence, why she remained his first and last girlfriend. 

“Speaking of the past…” April frowned. “Have you spoken to Elliot lately?”

Lloyd’s eyebrows rose. “Elliot? No.” 

The mention of his cousin surprised him. 

Elliot Hansen was the illegitimate son of his father’s sister and some drug dealer from Boise. The drug dealer had vanished upon learning of the pregnancy and two years later, his aunt committed suicide, orphaning her young son. Joe refused to acknowledge him and Elliot became a ward of the state. Like his parents, Elliot got hooked on drugs early and by the end of highschool, he’d been a certified junkie.

“He went to rehab and was working down in Nevada. When your father took a turn for the worse, he came back to help. For the past few months he’s been on Sheriff Holbrook’s list.” 

“Is he on drugs again?” 

“No. I knew Holbrook was shaking you down when I saw the traffic stop because he did the same thing to Elliot.”

“Which earned you a warning to stay out of police business,” Lloyd said. 

“I pay my taxes, I have the right to be nosy.” 

“Damn it, April. I told you Holbrook was dangerous. Why would you put yourself in his line of fire for that lowlife?” 

Her glare was withering. “He kicked meth without anyone’s help and re-built his life from nothing. Don’t call him names.” 

“Fine.” Lloyd held up his hands. “No name calling. Please, continue.”

“I caught the end of their argument. There was something about the ranch and ‘mercury’ but I couldn’t hear anything more.” 

“Did you ask Elliot about it?” 

She shook her head. “No, because I haven’t seen Elliot in two weeks. I’m worried about him, Lloyd. I think something’s happened to him.” 

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Prompt - De-aged harry.

When Harry's suddenly de-aged, Sirius takes care of him at Order Headquarters.

A03

***

Sirius is sitting in his horrible family’s house, desperately wishing to be anywhere else when suddenly the floo bursts green with several members of the Order that were at Hogwarts and the Weasleys, Hermione and… a five-year-old Harry?  

What?

Dumbledore comes through last and is looking quite grim.  

Sirius focuses on this little version Harry, who upon being set down by Hermione immediately runs to Sirius.  Sirius doesn’t hesitate to open his arms and let Harry cling to him.  

“What’s going on?”

“We’re not sure,” Hermione states.  “We were just eating dinner, Harry had been feeling off and was going to rest early since his detentions are over, and then out of nowhere, he’s shrinking and five again.”

“We think someone slipped him a de-aging potion,” McGonagall states.  “And he can’t stay at Hogwarts until it wears off.”

“He’ll stay here,” Sirius states.  

“I think he should go back to the Dursleys –” Dumbledore tries.

“And you’d be wrong,” Sirius states.  At the mere mention of the Dursleys, little Harry shakes and begs not to go to them.  “They barely tolerate teenage Harry during the summer, can you imagine how’d they treat him as a sudden five-year-old?”

“He’s safe there –”

“We’ve been through this – he’s never been safe from the people inside and he’s literally shaking from the mere thought of going back to them,” Sirius states.  “Please, let me take care of him.  It’s not like I have anything else to do and he is my godson.”

Dumbledore doesn’t look like he’s going to agree, but it seems like everyone else is on Sirius’ side arguing that Sirius is right, especially with the way that Harry’s clinging to him. 

“Alright, I suppose that Headquarters for now, at least until he’s his proper age, again.”

“Thank you.”

***

With that, everyone leaves, except Kingsley, who offers to be a support to Sirius as he deals with his suddenly a five-year-old godson.  

“Well, he just had dinner, and he said he wanted to rest.  Could you go get his room ready and I could I don’t know – give him a bath?” Sirius asks. 

Kingsley nods, and disappears, while Harry gives him wide eyes.  “Bath?”

“Does that sound good, Harry?  Maybe a nice bath to get clean and calm down?”

Harry nods, “With bubbles?”

“Naturally,” Sirius says, grinning.

***

The bath was actually kind of hilarious.  Little Harry appears to love the bath and was entirely enthused by the bubbles.  He almost didn’t want to get out of the bath, but he seemed worried about telling Sirius no, which only served to make Sirius hate the Dursleys more.  

After the bath, Harry’s even more surprised when he tells them the bedtime story of his parents first meeting and gets to fall asleep with a cute little Prongs and Padfoot stuffed animal.  

It’s almost difficult to tear himself away, but he finally does after about ten minutes.  

He’s almost startled by Kingsley, forgetting that he was there, when he closes the door and charms it so he’ll know when Harry wakes.  

“You’d have been a great parent to him,” Kingsley states.  “Already a natural.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sirius states.  “Just trying to do my best.”

“Please.  You managed to keep him calm during the arguing, you gave him a bath, and read him a story and not once did you struggle.”

Sirius laughs.  “I was just remembering what I used to do when I babysat.  Maybe tomorrow, we’ll play as Padfoot and Snuffles again.”

“Padfoot and Snuffles?”

“It’s a long story.  Anyway, given all of the recent events, I’m sure Harry’ll be up before we know it, so we should get to bed.”

Kingsley gives him a wink.  “Together?”

Sirius smiles.  “Just sleep tonight.  I wouldn’t want little ears to interrupt.  Especially when he doesn’t know about us.”

Kingsley hums.  “Maybe when he’s fifteen, again, you might tell him.”

“Maybe.  For now, I just want to enjoy giving Harry little bit of his childhood back.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Good.”

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Merry Christmas everyone💚

I hope you´ll all have some wonderful days and can spend some time with the people you love, no matter if you are celebrating or not.

The best Christmas

Summary: Draco and you are spending Christmas together at Hogwarts even if you never used to like each other.

Warning: reader with a kinda sad past (mentions of sickness and death), but mostly fluff

Your gaze followed Hagrid, who was struggling to carry yet another fir, that was meant to be positioned in the Great Hall, where Professor Flitwick would cover it in tons of tinsel and baubles. The music of the choir was echoing through the castle. They were probably practising for the last banquet before the holidays when they would perform some Christmas songs before Professor Dumbledore would wish all students, who would go home for the feast, a merry Christmas and also a happy new year.

The huge footprints Hagrid had left on the ground, would soon be covered by new snow, that was still falling from the grey sky. You couldn’t help but smile, as you saw some first-years running around, all excited while having snowball fights and building an entire army of snowmen. Their cheeks and noses were already coloured red, yet their eyes were sparkling, and it seemed like they couldn’t even feel the cold.

You on the other hand were freezing terribly, so you shot them a last glance before you went back into the castle. Unfortunately, inside it wasn’t that warm as well, so you quickly rushed to your common room, where the ingle and the hot chocolate the house elves would bring you, would warm you up again.

As soon as you climbed through the entrance to the common room, a cosy warmth lulled you in, as well as the pleasant smell of pastries and punch. As you looked around, you noticed, that none of your friends was sitting in the armchairs in front of the fireplace. You sighed. Probably they were already in their dorms, packing their things for the ride home tomorrow.

As you went up the stairs and opened the door, your assumption proofed to be true. Hermione was standing in front of her suitcase, weighing some books in her hands.

“You know that in the holidays you are meant to relax, don’t you? We will have continue studying soon enough. At least try to take a few days off.”

Hermione still looked at the books with furrowed eyebrows.

“I won´t have time on Christmas anyway.”, she answered, without tearing her gaze from the books. “But I will stay until after new year, so I can spend the time between the days to read something. That isn’t even actually learning. For me, this is relaxation as well.”

You rolled your eyes at your friend´s stubbornness.

“If you say so.”

Hermione sighed and threw both books in her case before she closed it. As she turned around to you and saw your questioning look, she shrugged her shoulders.

“You never know.”

“You are always prepared for all eventualities, aren’t you?”, you chuckled.

“As if this would be a bad thing.”, Hermione responded. Then she took a look at her clock. “It´s almost time for dinner. I´m already looking forward to Dumbledore´s speech this year.”

The next day, you were standing at the railway station, and watched your friends, loading up their things. You watched the scene with a bittersweet feeling. When Ron had tucked away his last belongings, he turned around to you once more.

“Are you sure, you don’t want to come with us?”, he asked you. “Mum would be really happy about it. She was already asking for you.”

But you shook your head.

“No Ron, I´m fine. Really. But wish your mum a merry Christmas. And also the rest of your family.”

 After many goodbyes and even more assurances from Ron and Hermione that it would be perfectly fine, if you would change your mind and wanted to spend Christmas either with the Grangers or the Weasleys and Harry, you would always be welcome, they finally got on the train.

You waved them goodbye until the train disappeared behind the next bend.

Then, you slowly made your way back to the castle. You didn’t quite know how to feel. It was the first Christmas you would spend on your own. But it was just the way you wanted it. Last year, you had spent it with the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione. It had been perfectly fine, yet, it had felt wrong sitting at a table with a family that day, that wasn’t yours. Mrs Weasley had seen this differently of course, since she had embosomed all of  Ron´s friends and saw you as a part of the family, and normally you agreed with her, yet, on Christmas it was different. Somehow, at this time of the year, everything felt different. This year, all you wanted was your freedom and to spend the holidays in peace. Also, in practical terms, you wouldn’t be on your own, even this year. Some students always stayed in Hogwarts during the holidays and so did most of the teachers. So you wouldn’t suffer from a lack of company for sure.

“What are you still doing here (Y/l/n)? Do even your friends don’t want you to ruin their holidays with your presence?”

You let out an unpleasant grunt. That wasn’t exactly the company you had hoped for.

Draco Malfoy leaned against the castle wall right next to the entrance, a thin grin on his lips.

“I could ask you the same Malfoy.”

You were genuinely surprised to see him here. Malfoy had always headed home over the holidays. You knew that many things had changed for him since his father had gotten arrested at the end of the last school year, but you had thought that this was yet another reason for him to go home and spend some time with his mother.

“I have more important things to do than to celebrate.”, the blond boy answered, while pulling a secretive face.

You rolled your eyes.

“Please don’t tell me I will have to deal with you the entire holidays.”

He huffed.

“I could say the same. So, tell me, why didn’t you leave with your annoying friends and give me a chance to actually enjoy my holidays?”

“I don’t think that this is any of your business.”, you snapped back.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t care anyway. As long as you won´t bother me for the next few days.”

“Me bothering you? Don’t make me laugh, Malfoy. But oh, I forgot, you have to deal with more important things, don’t you?”

Malfoy´s grin only grew wider.

“Exactly, and you really don’t have to know about it.”

“Did I ask?”, you responded.

“I know that you always stick your nose into other people´s businesses.”

“Do you really think you are that important to me, that I will spend my free time on you?”

“You got something better to do?”, he quickly replied.

“I can think of many things. And if you may excuse me, I´m cold now.”

You walked past him, ignoring his gaze following you.

On the first days of the holidays, you spend mostly on your own. Only a handful of students had decided to stay in the school over the holidays. You weren’t exactly sad about it. You spent much time reading, taking walks through the snow and sometimes you found some other students who would play Wizard´s Chess with you. Even Professor McGonagall had announced that she was always up for a match and would grant every student, who would be able to beat her, a surprise. No one had ever managed to do so though and you highly doubted that someone would make it in the near future.

The only thing that disturbed you from having the perfect lazy Christmas holidays you wished for, was Draco Malfoy. He was sneaking around the castle, always looking busy and you couldn’t help but wonder what was on his mind. But what displeased you even more than his secretiveness was the fact that he was sitting on the Slytherin table all alone for most of the meals you were having. Not many other Slytherins had stayed over the holidays and none of your year. But while the students of the other houses didn’t care about the age or the house of the other students these days and you found yourself sitting on the table with some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs as well, the Slytherin boy seemed to prefer staying on his own over having to deal with the other houses, as well as the handful of other Slytherins that stayed in the school as well.

Sometimes you caught him staring at you and the other students sitting at one table all together with a strange look on his face, but whenever he realized you had caught him, he quickly looked away again, acting as if he didn’t care about it at all. At some point, you had caught yourself thinking that you might as well ask him to join you, but then you remembered who Draco Malfoy was after all, and you rejected the idea again. Still, you intended that if he would come up to you -even if you highly doubted he would ever do so- you wouldn’t mind him joining you. Because on Christmas, everyone should come together, shouldn’t you?

Over the few free days that had already passed, you had gotten into the habit of taking a walk around the castle ground. By now you had to pave your way through the snow that was coating the ground in a thick layer. It was still almost constantly snowing, but you enjoyed being outside, feeling the cold air filling your lungs, getting your head clear, just thinking about nothing at all. And as long as you were covered in cosy sweaters and a warm winter jacket and just kept on walking, it didn’t get too cold.

You never knew where it would take you next, and you loved it. You visited the owlery, the lake and sometimes Hagrid, who always greeted you with a large cup of warm tea and some biscuits, that unfortunately were so hard, you were wondering how in Godric´s name you had managed to not lose a tooth yet.

Today, your feet carried you to the Quidditch pitch. You didn’t exactly know why, there was nothing going on out there, but you needed a destination.

Reaching it, you realized, that there was actually nothing special about it, even though it had something magical looking at the arena, covered in white, everything being quiet. You wouldn’t have guessed how loud and busy it could get here, if you wouldn’t have been at many matches yourself, supporting your team and cheering as well. You circled around the arena once, before you got ready to head back to the castle.

But just as you wanted to do so, you heard a sneering voice behind you.

“What are you doing here?”

You turned around, facing Malfoy. You didn’t know where he had come from, you had really thought, you had been on your own.

“Taking a walk. This isn’t forbidden, is it?”

“Wish it was for you.”, he responded.

“What are you doing here then?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

“For real (Y/l/n)?”

Of course this was a stupid question. Malfoy held his broom in his hand and was wearing his Quidditch jersey. His normally neatly styled hair was dishevelled, and his cheeks looked slightly rosy. Even though you hated to admit it, he looked unfairly good like this, even with -or maybe even more because of- the mocking grin on his face.

“I mean why are you practising right now? On your own and while it´s freezing?”

The grin on his face only grew wider and his eyes sparkled.

“Are you worried about me?”

“You wish Malfoy.”, you snorted. “I just thought you had more important things to do.” You imitated his momentous voice.

“Sometimes even I need to switch my brain off.”, Malfoy responded, not reacting to your teasing. “But I originally planned to do so without my fans bothering me.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t call myself a fan of yours. Also, I´m already on my way back. So you´ll be on your own again in no time.”

“Good.”, Malfoy responded.

But you had barely taken a few steps when you heard the snow crunching under some boots behind you. At first, you tried to ignore it, but after you had already had made half of the way back to the castle, and you still heard the annoying sound, you turned around once more.

“Are you following me?”, you asked.

Malfoy shook his head.

“You don’t expect me to wait out here freezing to death until you are gone and I won´t bother you, do you?”

“Well, you were the one who told me I shouldn’t bother you.”

“You can wait here until I´m gone (Y/l/n), I don’t mind. But I won´t do so for sure.”

“Neither will I.”, you responded.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

You let out an annoyed groan before you continued your way, Malfoy walking silently next to you.

Only when you were near the castle, he spoke up again.

“So… Why are you taking a walk on your own, when it´s so cold and the snowfall is that heavy?”

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at him.

“And you are implying that I´m the one who´s worried about you.”

Silence.

“Sometimes I need to get out of my head as well I guess.”, you answered his question.

“Does it work?”

You were irritated by his interest, but still, you decided to answer once more.

“Mostly. At least for a while.”

Malfoy just nodded.

When you entered the castle together with Malfoy, you glanced at him from the side. This had probably been the most awkward interaction you had ever had with him, and you weren’t quite sure how to end it now.

But luckily, Malfoy decided it for you. He glanced at you as well and then gave you a short nod, before leaving into the direction of the Slytherin common room, without saying a word.

Your gaze followed him. When he had turned around the next corner, you shook your head.

This had definitely been awkward.

The next day, you went out again, this time heading towards the lake. But just like yesterday, you weren’t on your own for long. Because at some point, someone larger, with much bigger steps, caught up to you.

But instead of continuing his way and passing you, Draco Malfoy once more adapted his pace to yours. You glanced at the boy who was walking by your side quietly.

“You still want to tell me you don’t follow me?”, you finally spoke up, when he decided to keep on pretending as if he didn’t just appear next to you and keep your company.

Malfoy huffed.

“Do you think I am in need of doing so?”

“What are you doing here then?”

“Taking a walk. Someone told me it´s good to switch off my brain.”

You looked at him, slightly surprised that he cared about what you had told him.

“Does it work?”, you asked, even if you weren´t sure why you even approached him.

“If you would just shut up it might.”

“I´m not forcing you to keep my company.”

“I never intended to do so.”

“You can walk away then.”

“So could you.”

“Why should I, I´ve been here first.”, you responded.

“So?”

You sighed in annoyance.

“If you don’t want my company, you can leave.”

“I could. But so could you.”

“I could.”

But neither of you did.

And it went on like this for a few days. It was like an unspoken consultation between the two of you.

At some point during your walk, the two of you met up and Draco adjusted his pace to yours since you were struggling with the masses of snow, that, on the worst day, almost reached your knees. The two of you bickered for a while, claiming that you just tolerated the presence of the other one, while actually, you found some kind of comfort in those walks. He didn’t force you into chatting, actually, he didn’t even force you in keeping his company, but that’s why you enjoyed it. You didn’t have to give an account for any of your behaviour, had no kind of commitment. On rare occasions, you did talk to each other, but the questions, as well as the answers, were almost always taciturnly. But maybe that was just what you needed at that time of the year.

On the day before Christmas Eve, the sky had finally cleared up. It was still cold, but at least it had stopped snowing and the sun was shining again, making the snow, the landscape was still covered in, sparkle.

Once again, you met up with Malfoy somewhere outside of the castle. This time, you were walking through a grove near the border of the forbidden forest. The sun that shone through the trees, drew beautiful patterns on the ground. The snow was by now frozen, so you didn’t cave in that easily anymore, and crunched under your feet.

For some reason, Malfoy seemed to be way happier today than he had been the last days. He was almost talkative. But since he was Malfoy, that wasn’t exactly a good thing. He ran his mouth about all different things, while you just listened to him, sometimes zoning out a bit, since your mind was occupied with different things.

“Do you think Weaselbee and his family even have the money to buy some presents?”, he asked you, after he had bragged about the ostentatious Christmas parties his family always used to host. “I think it´s strange they all went home over the holidays. I mean if they would have stayed in Hogwarts, they would at least have gotten some food. Don’t think Weaselbee will get that at home as well. But for Potter, it still must be paradise. At least Weaselbee still got his parents; not like Potter.”

Your gaze shot up.

“You know these are still my friends you are talking about?” Your voice was sharp.

Malfoy looked at you haughtily.

“So?”

While over the last few days you had sometimes wondered what exactly the reason had been you had never liked Malfoy, now you suddenly remembered again.

“Don’t talk about them like that. And just for your notice; I spend Christmas with them the last year and it was amazing!”, you snapped back.

“Why didn’t you do it this year again then?”, Malfoy asked.

“I already told you; this is none of your business. And I don’t want you to think up yet another reason to run them down.”

“So there is one?”, Malfoy asked.

You shot him a deadly glance.

“You really are an asshole, you know that?”

You quickened your pace, not wanting to spend more time than necessary with a boy who talked so badly about your friends.

“(Y/l/n), wait! There´s no need to be offended.” With a few large steps, he caught up with you again. “Can´t you just wait for me?”

“Why? So you can continue making fun of my friends?”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t mean to do so. You always did. Why should that change now?”

“I just want to know.”

“What?”

“Why you´re rather staying on your own at Christmas than be with people you love.”

“Why do you even care?”

Silence.

You glared at him. “Never mind.”

On your way back to the castle, both of you fell silent again, but this time, it wasn’t as comfortable as in the last few days.

And when you stormed up the stairs to your common room, while Draco headed towards the dungeons, he knew, he had screwed up.

On the day of Christmas Eve, you were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, staring into the fire. You felt miserable. In the last few days, you had hoped that this year it would be different, that you wouldn’t have to deal with all those feelings, but now, you felt even worse. You should have known better from the very beginning. The company of a Malfoy, even if it might had felt pleasant at that very moment, was never a good thing. And it was even worse, that you had let yourself get lulled in by the illusion of him being anything else but an idiot.

A small knock on the door, made you look up. You couldn’t think of a single person who would want to get in here but wouldn’t have the password.

It knocked a second time.

You sighed and gave up your cosy spot on the couch. As you opened the entrance, you furrowed your brows in irritation.

Malfoy was standing in front of you, in his winter uniform and with a wry grin on his face.

“What do you want here?” Your voice was cold.

“I haven’t seen you outside. Is everything alright?”

“I´m fine.”

“Why weren’t you out there then?”

“Why should I?”

“So we can go on a walk.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“You really think I want to go with you after what you said yesterday?”

Malfoy cleared his throat.

“This was a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, I think you´ve expressed yourself clearly.”, you responded.

“I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“But you did.”

“It was just fun.” “Not for me.”

“I´m sorry if you misconceived it…”

“Goodbye Malfoy.”, you cut him off.

You wanted to slam the door, but Malfoy was quick to put a foot in between.

“Okay, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said this. I´m sorry I did.”

You looked at him, pleasantly surprised. This was probably the only actual apology he had ever made.

“I shouldn’t run my mouth on people who aren’t even there and what I said about Weasley and Potter was below the belt.”

“It was.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You had never thought you would ever hear Malfoy apologizing to anyone at all. For some reason it must have been really important for him to get you out of here because you highly doubted, he would have been able to say this.

“And I apologize for it.”, Malfoy said once more, spitting the words out as if they were poisoned, staring at his own feet as he did so.

The smile on your face only grew wider.

“I´ll grab my jacket really quick.”

You could have sworn you had seen some relief on Malfoy´s face, as his gaze shot up.

“Can I come in?”, he asked, glancing into the room behind you curiously.

You realized that Malfoy had probably never visited a Gryffindor before, let alone standing in front of the open door of your common room. You had to admit that you would also be kinda curious if it would have been the common room of another house, but you knew that your friends would probably kill you, if you would let, out of all the people, Malfoy in. Also, even if he recently might had shown a side of him, you hadn’t known yet, you still didn’t trust him completely. Not even five minutes ago, you had sworn yourself to never fall for his bullshit again, yet, for some reason, you did once more. But this was a border, you probably shouldn’t cross.

“You wish Malfoy.”, you answered. “Wait for me here, it won´t take long.”

This time, your feet carried you to the owlery. On your way there, you didn’t talk at all, but you could feel Malfoy´s gaze lingering on you most of the time. The sun was shining brightly, being reflected by the shimmering snow. You had to squeeze your eyes to see anything at all.

When you had reached the owlery and climbed up the stairs, you almost slipped on a frozen spot. But Malfoy was quick to grab your arm, helping you to find your balance again.

“Careful (Y/l/n).”, he grinned, locking his gaze with yours.

You could feel your skin prickle, where Malfoy was touching you, even through your jacket. For a second you just stared at him, fascinated by his eyes, which had just the same colour as the sky above you. But as you saw Malfoy´s smile only widened as he noticed the way you were scanning his features, you were quick to look away again, clearing your throat.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” His hand lingered on your arm for another second, before he let go of you. “Just try not to slip once more. I don’t want you to spend the holidays in the hospital wing.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice, before you continued your way, now placing your feet much more carefully.

When you had reached the owlery, you watched Malfoy tying a small package onto the leg of his eagle owl. Your own owl was sitting on a sim next to you, while you carefully caressed her plumage.

“It´s a Christmas present for my mother.”, Malfoy explained to you, when he had sent his owl on its way. “I think she is sad I won’t come home this year. It´s my first year spending Christmas away from my family.”

You could hear his voice sounding a bit more hollow than usual, filled with the yearning of heading home like he always had done it.

 “You should always be with the people you love at Christmas. It´s nice if you are able to forget all your worries for some time and just be grateful for what you got.”

Malfoy´s gaze was still fixed on the owl, which slowly disappeared in the distance. He nodded absent-mindedly.

“I´m sure you will be able to go home again next year. And then you will have another of your feasts and get all spoiled by your mum.”

Malfoy looked at you and gave you a small smile.

“I hope I will. My family is very important to me, you know? Not because of the bloodline and all of this. But because that´s where I belong. Because I know they will always be there for me.”

You mirrored his smile. He came over to you, fondling your owl as well, who looked at him distrustfully and rattled her chanter. But soon, she started to enjoy the additional attention she got now, nibbling on your fingers benignly.

“That´s why I didn’t want to go with Ron this year, you know? It´s his family, not mine. I know they didn’t mind me, but I still felt out of place.”, you spoke up after some minutes of silence.

Malfoy tore his gaze apart from your owl and now looked at you instead.

“Why don’t you visit your family then?”

You sighed.

“Christmas isn’t exactly the happiest time of the year in my family.” You could see the confusion on Malfoy´s face, but it seemed like he didn’t dare to ask.

You bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you should tell him. It wasn’t like it was a secret or something to be ashamed of, but even after all these years, it was still hard for you to talk about it. You barely ever talked about it with your friends. So why should you do so with Malfoy? But for some reason, you felt more comfortable with him right now, than you usually did with most of the other people you spend your time with. And he wanted to know, after all, didn’t he?

“It´s just… My mom died a few years ago.”, you told him, dedicating your entire attention to the owl in front of you, as if it was her, you were telling the story. “Dragon Pox. In the beginning, they told me there was no need to worry, and that she would make it, but she didn’t. She passed away, only a few days after Christmas. I spent the holidays sitting by her bedside. I was hoping till the very end she would still make it. I even brought her a present.” You let out a bitter chuckle. “But on Christmas, she was already gone. She was still breathing, but she was gone. She didn’t recognize me anymore. And neither did I recognize her. I just felt like it wasn’t my mum anymore lying there. I had already lost her back then. At some point… At some point, I was just wishing it would all stop. And it did shortly after it.”

You paused. Malfoy had stopped fondling the owl. You felt his gaze burning on you, but you didn’t dare to look at him.

“The next year, I was desperately trying to get the perfect Christmas with my family. But it felt like we were all pretending. One day I was expected to be happy and thankful and the next day I should be all sad and mourning. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind celebrating Christmas and remembering her on her death anniversary, but not like that. I don’t want to pretend one day that everything is just fine and then break down crying as soon as midnight has passed. And I don’t think that´s what she would have wanted for us. I mean, I can miss her and still celebrate. Thinking about the good things, you know? Anything else just felt as if I was pretending. And I just couldn’t do it. That´s why I visited Ron last year. But somehow it felt just wrong as well.” You shrugged your shoulders, your voice sounding almost uncaring as you said: “I guess there is just no right way to deal with this.”

Malfoy and you stood there in silence for some time.

“I… I am sorry, I didn’t know…”, Malfoy finally spoke up. “I´m… I´m sorry. Really sorry.”

You took a deep breath and looked up at him. In his eyes, you could see some heartfelt sympathy.

“You say that really often today, Malfoy.”, you teased him, trying to relax the situation a bit.

“No, for real, I…”

“I know.”, you cut him off. “But it happened a long time ago and this year I just… I just wanted to finally do it my way. Just don’t want any pressure on me.” You sighed. “Sorry I killed the mood though.”, you chuckled.

You could see a small smile creeping on Malfoy´s face again.

“Now you apologized.”, he stated.

“Sorry, I…” You stopped and rolled your eyes. “You know what? I´m not. I can apologize whenever I want.”

“That´s what I wanted to hear.”, Malfoy grinned.

“Can we leave now? I get cold.”, you asked.

Malfoy nodded, and on your way back to the castle, you had an almost normal conversation. Just like friends would have one. And when he told you goodbye, you wondered, if maybe, by now, you were. But maybe friends wasn’t the right term to describe what you felt for the blond boy now. All you knew was, that, by now, you were for sure more than just two people who happened to know each other.

When you woke up the next day, you had almost forgotten it was Christmas, until you saw the small pile of presents at the end of your bed. You spend the rest of the morning, unpacking presents and trying to beat a Ravenclaw from your year in the new Wizard´s chess game she had gotten for Christmas.

Then it was time for the banquet. You had always heard the stories about the Christmas meal at Hogwarts, but when you walked into the Great Hall it was better than in your wildest dreams. Snow was falling from the ceiling, still, a cosy warmth embraced you. The tables of the different houses were thrust aside and replaced by one table standing in the middle of the room, where the teachers and some students were already sitting, patiently waiting for everyone to arrive. You sat down next to the Ravenclaw girl that had beaten you so badly in Wizard´s chess this morning and opened one of the Christmas crackers that were spread all across the table. You squeaked in surprise when some living white mouses jumped out of the cracker, quickly trying to escape the maze of feet under the table.

“Is the seat still free?”, you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

You looked up and saw Malfoy standing there, pointing at the seat next to you. You were a little bit surprised that he approached you. Not in a bad way though. But even if you had spent some time together in the last few days, besides your walks, you had stayed for yourself, mostly ignoring each other, especially when other people were around. But now he was standing there and smiled down at you. You returned the smile and nodded.

“Take a seat.”

Malfoy sat down and you tried to ignore the irritated look the girl next to you gave you when she saw you not only not being rude to the probably most hated Slytherin of your year, but actually being nice. You were chatting for a bit before Professor Dumbledore raised from his seat.

“I don’t want to bore you with a long speech. I know you are all here for the food. So all I have to say is merry Christmas and Bon appetite!”

And when he clapped his hands, your plates were filled with the most delicious dishes. You had thought that the Halloween meal had already been the best banquet you had ever witnessed, but Christmas was a whole other level. Also, the atmosphere was relaxed and familiar, and you chatted with most of the students and teachers.

The climax of the feast was probably Hagrid and Professor Slughorn, who were emptying one bottle of oak-matured Mead after another until their faces took an unhealthy-looking red colour. At some point, they performed a not-so-rhythmic version of the song “Christmas at Hogwarts”, while Professor Dumbledore used his wand as a baton. The trio earned tons of applause from their audience, but when Hagrid wanted to take a bow, tripped and nearly knocked over the table, Professor McGonagall decided that it had been enough alcohol for the evening and replaced it with some pumpkin juice.

After hours of eating and drinking, the table slowly emptied. Hagrid had fallen asleep with his head on the table and when Professor Slughorn excused himself, you could see him staggering. Madame Pince and Mr Filch were engaged deeply in a conversation and you highly doubted you had ever seen either of them that happy.

You felt comfortably full and sleepy, even if it was only late afternoon. When you finally stood up from the table, stretching your stiff limbs, Malfoy did the same. You had chatted almost the entire time with him, even laughing together, just enjoying each other’s company.

You left the Great Hall, still talking.

“Would you like to hang out some more?”, Malfoy asked, when you had nearly reached the place, your ways would have to part if you would go to your own dorms again.

“I would love to, but honestly I don’t think I can take a walk now.”, you told him, genuinely feeling sorry, since you would have loved to continue spending your time with the boy by your side. “I´m way too tired today.”

“We could also do something else. Just unwind for a while.”

You felt a smile creeping on your face, but at the same time, you felt a bit nervous. You had never spent your time with him any other way, besides the bickering, you had before those holidays. What the hell were you supposed to do with him?

There was only one way to find out.

“I´d love to.”

“Are you sure this is okay?”, you asked, nervously shifting from one foot to another.

“There´s no one in there. They´re all gone.”, Malfoy answered.

You were standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. You had decided you actually wanted to hang out a little bit longer, but everywhere in the castle, it was freezing cold, since the only rooms, that were heated were the ones that were used, and right now, these were only the Great Hall and the common rooms. You were surprised that Malfoy had even offered you to get to the Slytherin common room, especially after you had refused to let him into yours.

“But still…”

“It´s your decision (Y/n). But you won´t get this chance again.” You felt some chills running down your spine when you heard him calling you by your first name. He had never done so before.

“So we are on a first name base now?”, you teased him.

You could have sworn that Malfoy´s cheeks slightly darkened, but he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“I will leave you here, if you won´t decide soon.”

You raised your hands in defence and sighed.

“Fine, let´s get in there.”

You could see a triumphant grin on Malfoy´s face as he stepped aside.

“After you.”

“Thanks Draco.”, you said, stressing the last word.

The grin on his face only grew wider.

“I like how that sounds darling.”, he said.

The nickname made you blush.

“And I like how that sounded.”, you responded, making him chuckle.

You passed the door and found yourself standing in another world.

The Slytherin common room looked oblong and was covered in green light. The naked stone walls made the room somehow look cold, as well as the dim light, but not necessarily in a bad way. The furnishing looked classic and really expensive. Some leather couches were placed in front of a fireplace, which extended a comfortable heat. But the highlight of the room was the rear wall. Because it wasn’t an actual wall – it was glass. You had always known that the Slytherin common room was located below the ground and near the lake, but you hadn’t thought of this. Behind the glass, lay the great lake. You had a perfect view of it. It looked just like in those big fish tanks the muggles sometimes visited, only that here it looked like there wasn’t even a barrier between the lake and the room. You took a step closer and carefully extended your hand. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you would have touched the water, but instead, your hand met the glass, that, even if it was almost invisible, separated you from the underwater world that was captured under a thick layer of ice right now.

“Do you like it?”, Draco asked.

He had followed you inside, watching you closely as you looked around. He had his hands buried deep in his pockets, looking like a boy, who had just taken you home for the first time, anxiously waiting for your judgement, which, in fact, he was.

“It´s so… different. In a good way.”, you quickly added, as you saw the look on Draco´s face. “I can´t believe Ron and Harry never told me.”

Draco frowned.

“How should they know?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, they must have been in here as well to know what it would look like, wouldn’t they?”

You let out a nervous laugh.

Draco looked at you with narrowed eyes, before he turned around and let himself fall on one of the couches in front of the fireplace.

“You want to stand there all day?”, he called you out.

Slowly, you walked over to him, not quite sure what to do. The entire situation felt strange, even though you felt comfortable with Draco by now. But it also still made you feel insecure.

“What are you waiting for, sit down.”, Draco said, patting the place next to him.

You sat down on the -unexpectedly soft- couch. You glanced at Draco from the corner of your eye, who was watching you closely.

“Are you alright?”, he asked, as he saw how stiff you were sitting there.

You looked like a deer, always ready to jump up and run away.

“Yeah. Yeah, it´s just…”, you cleared your throat, “it´s unfamiliar.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“Being here. Being with you. Just… all of this.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. Amusement sparkled in his eyes.

“(Y/n), we know each other for almost six years now.”

“Yeah, and the first five and a half you hated me.”

“Do you really think that?”

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes.

“You hate everyone Draco.”

“Not necessarily everyone.”

“Every Gryffindor.”

“And why did I go out there every day for the last bloody week even though the cold has nearly killed me?”

Now you were confused.

“What?”

“Do you really think I would have gone out there, risking dying from pneumonia, if it wasn’t for a reason?”

“You told me it was to switch your brain off.”

“It was. Kinda. But I could have done that in here as well. Only that I wouldn’t have such a pretty girl to keep me company.”, he said, with a smug grin on his face.

“Now you´re playing games with me Malfoy.”, you huffed.

The blond boy shrugged his shoulders, a smug grin covering his face.

“Maybe, but at least now you´re relaxing.”

You hadn’t even noticed, that you had sunken back into the pillows, covering the sofa, leaning one arm on the backrest, while you had eyed him distrustfully.

“Don’t do that to me again.”, you responded.

“Why, did I make you nervous for a second? Do you like the thought of me wanting to spend my time with you?”, Draco smirked.

“You wish Malfoy.”, you responded.

But from the way your heart was pounding in your chest, you knew, he was right. You weren’t quite sure how he had done it, or what exactly it meant, but within a few days, Draco Malfoy had managed to make you feel more secure than anyone had in a long time. You genuinely enjoyed his company and didn’t feel as if you would have to play pretend when he was around. And the thought that everything you had done together in the last few days, he had done just so he could be with you, appeared more pleasant to you, than it should.

The rest of the afternoon, you spent in front of the fireplace, huddled up in blankets, while you were just talking or staring into the fire in front of you. And when one time, a second year, entered the common room and gathered all his courage to tell Draco, that students from other houses weren’t allowed in here, Draco kicked him out again, threatening the poor boy to practice all three unforgivable curses on him if he would ever tell someone. When the boy had run to his dorm, on the verge of tears, you had scolded Draco for this, but he just brushed it off, saying he obviously wouldn’t do it, or at least he wouldn’t if you would mind, making you roll your eyes and blush at the same time.

At the beginning of the afternoon, you had both sat on the very opposite sides of the couch, everyone curled up in their own corner. As time went by, you had, more or less obviously, closed ranks, and by now he was so close, you could feel the heat he was radiating. The scene was so stereotypical, you probably would have laughed or called it kitschy, if it wasn’t for the boy next to you. By now, you felt like there was nothing that you would rather do than confirm any cliché you had ever read about in romance books, as long as it was with Draco.

That´s why, when your hands touched and Draco carefully interlocked his pinky with yours, you didn’t shy away, but only smiled and stared into the fire in front of you, not daring to look at the boy next to you yet.

But when you did, he was looking into the flames dancing in front of you as well. His cheeks looked slightly rosy -you weren’t quite sure if the heat the fireplace radiated was the only reason for this- and a small smile played around his lips.

You didn’t even realize you were staring at him, until he turned his head to you, and gave you a small smile.

“Is that okay with you?” His voice sounded hoarse.

Instead of answering, you just disentangled your pinkies, taking his hand instead, now actually interlocking your fingers. You were pretty sure, Draco must have heard your heart pounding in your chest and felt your pulse hammering in your fingers, but if he did, he didn’t show.

“Take that as a yes.”, he chuckled.

You smiled as well.

“Yes.”

And Draco moved even closer to you. His thumb brushed small circles on the back of your hand, making you shiver. Your gaze shifted back to the fire, as you placed your head on Draco´s shoulder. You could feel his breath hitch as you did so. He placed a small kiss on the crown of your head before he looked back to the fire as well.

For a while you were sitting there in comfortable silence, just enjoying the feeling of being close to the person next to you. You felt your heartbeat slowing down again, and felt your body starting to get heavy, as you nearly drifted off into sleep, cuddled up to the warm body next to you, inhaling Draco´s intoxicating scent. For now, you didn’t want to think about what all of this meant. You didn’t want to think about how things would go on after this day or after the holidays. You didn’t want to think about that Draco by now, was in the perfect position to break your heart if he wanted to. And you knew that even if he didn’t want to, there were still many ways he could. Still, right now, all of this seemed far away, as you felt your mind beginning to feel dizzy.

But then you felt Draco slightly shifting next to you, as he glanced down at you. You squinted up to him, slightly confused.

“Is something wrong?”, you mumbled.

Draco smiled and shook his head.

“Nothing’s wrong love. Actually, everything is more than just great.”

You felt his gaze wandering as he said this, making you suspect, this wasn’t the entire truth.

“But you still got something on your mind, don’t you?”, you persisted, slightly sitting up again.

Draco chuckled.

“Actually, I have.”

“You care to tell me?”, you asked, tilting your head.

“It´s just… I thought about…”, Draco paused, and you could see the indecisiveness in his eyes. “(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked at him with widened eyes. Draco was looking down at you, slightly overawed.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I would love you to kiss me.”

The smile that spread across Draco´s face could have lightened up the entire room. As if in slow motion, he bent down to you and carefully pressed his soft lips on yours. You returned it just as tenderly, trying to control the smile that now crept on your face as well.

When Draco pulled back again, he looked down at you in awe. His hand was caressing your face, his thumb brushing over the lips, he by now knew, he would never get enough of.

“It was actually because of you, you know?”, he whispered.

You frowned.

“What?”

“Going out there. I mean, in the beginning, I actually wanted to clear my head, but it didn’t work that well. Because I only thought of you.”

“You tell me this as if this would be a bad thing.”, you grinned.

Draco chuckled.

“It isn’t. Not at all. This might be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You nodded and placed a small peck on the corner of his mouth.

“Not only to you.”

And after many other kisses, wandering hands, and sweet nothings whispered in the ear of the other one, Draco laid back on the couch, but this time he pulled you close to his chest. With his arms wrapped around you and a pleasant haze covering your mind, you were quick to doze off again. But before you did, you spoke up once more.

“Draco?”

“Yes love?”

“Thank you.”

Draco looked down at you, grinning.

“No need for this, darling. I know I´m good but trust me I had my fun as well. No need to thank me.”

“If I wouldn’t know you, I wouldn’t believe it´s even possible to be that self-assertive.”, you chuckled. “But for real Draco. Thank you. That was probably the best day I had in a while and for sure the best Christmas in years.”

If it wouldn’t have been for you in his arms, Draco now would have puffed his chest. It wasn’t just that he was proud that he was the one who had made you that happy. It was more that he could feel his heart swelling just from knowing you felt contented after all. And as he glanced down at you, a small smile still covering your face, he knew that he wanted to make you just as happy for the rest of his life.

“Anything for you darling.” He placed a small kiss on your temple. “Merry Christmas love.”

“Merry Christmas Draco.”

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[whoreanghae]

please stay ; jeon wonwoo 

genre - fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

wordcount - 1.5k

disclaimers - lowercase is on purpose. fic under the cut ^^

a/n - this is my first, very simple but the wonwoo brainrot would not quit!

“im sick of your shit y/n, i really am.”

it seemed like all of the time spent with your boyfriend ended with an argument. dont get it wrong, you love him, but hes great at finding issues in every little thing you do. at first it was things like not texting him when you wake up in the mornings, or getting coffee with a friend from one of your classes, but recently he had thrown a tantrum over every move you made. the current argument at hand being the fact that he showed up at your apartment unexpected and you had only made enough dinner for yourself.

“i don’t understand what you expect from me!” you raised your voice, growing annoyed at his constant outbursts. “will there ever be anything i can do that will satisfy you?” he had an icy glare as he stepped towards you, while you were trying to act unbothered even though he had at least 6 inches of height on you.

“well maybe if you just did things right once in a while, i wouldn’t have to put you in your place so often.” there was a bitterness to his tone, and not an ounce of love to be heard. 

tears started to form at the corners of your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare let them escape. wouldn’t dare let him win. 

“i’m sure my ex wouldn’t have let it get this far. maybe i made the wrong decision all along.” 

he had a wry smile on his lips as he leaned against the wall, drinking in your shocked and hurt expression. he had always had this smug aura around him, but this was worse. this was cruelty. he was getting pleasure from your pain.

you tried to speak, but you weren’t able to form words. none that you wouldn’t regret anyways. “i… well if thats how you feel…” you looked down at your feet, hoping that if he doesn’t see the hurt painted on your face he won’t get the satisfaction he craves.

he laughed. “you know what? maybe i’ll call her. im sure you’d be just fine too, i’ve seen you with those singer fuckboys you think are your friends. you should call one of them, maybe you’ll be a better woman to them than you were to me!” he pulled out his phone and started typing something as he walked towards the door. 

“wait, ‘were’? what do you mean ‘were’?” you knew what was coming, but your brain didnt quite process it in the moment. 

he looked up from his phone, the same sick smile not leaving his lips the entire time. “god, you really are stupid, aren’t you?” he let out a laugh that felt like the twist of a knife. “we’re done, idiot! don’t bother calling me either, i already deleted your number.” he chuckled as he opened the door and disappeared without another word.

as your apartment door shut, everything hit you like a tidal wave. you crashed onto your sofa, sobbing into your hands and struggling to catch your breath. your entire world was in slow motion until a knock at your door brought you back to reality. you stood up, vision blurry from the tears, and walked over to the door. you opened it to be greeted with somehow the first, and last person you had wanted to find you in this state.

“oh my god y/n, what happened? are you okay?” wonwoo said, concern laced in his voice as he stepped towards you and put a hand on your arm to calm you. you tried to act like nothing was wrong, but everything was so fresh and wonwoos concern just made you unravel all over again.

you and wonwoo had been friends since you quite literally bumped into him whilst rushing around the city one day when you were running late to one of your classes. you had been speedwalking through the streets, rushing to get to your campus in time. you slept in, but you just had to stop at your usual coffee shop before class. being somewhat in your own world, you accidentally bumped shoulders with wonwoo and ended up spilling your fresh iced coffee all down the sleeve of his shirt. apologizing profusely, you quickly asked if you could send him money for the drycleaning, or just pay for a new shirt. he laughed the same laugh that would still sound like music to your ears months later. he assured you that it was fine, and even said that it was his fault. his one request was that you give him your number so that he could get you a replacement coffee sometime when you both were free. so you agreed. from then on, one coffee turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into movie nights and impromptu 2am drives when you can’t sleep. you never would’ve thought that your clumsiness would lead to meeting your best friend, but some would say it was fate.

you tried to tell wonwoo everything, but the only words that you could muster up between sobs were “he left me.” he stepped forward to give himself room to shut the door behind you two. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he guided you towards the sofa. at this point he had entirely disregarded the reason he came to your apartment in the first place. you collapsed into wonwoos arms as you reached the sofa. he held you close as he whispered reassurances into your hair. 

just being in wonwoo’s presence helped to calm you down, so within 10 minutes you had been able to collect yourself and you were able to tell wonwoo the whole story. he was visibly angry, but tried to hold it in so he could comfort you and not stress you out further. after telling wonwoo everything that happened, you realized that you weren’t quite sure why he showed up in the first place. but its not like you were going to complain.

“i should’ve asked before, but what did you come here for anyways?” you said, quirking an eyebrow at him. he simply shrugged. “i came here before practice to grab the phone charger i left here on saturday, but i’m happy i came when i did.” the fond smile wonwoo had on his face made you feel like the only person on earth. 

“oh, you have practice?” you tried to mask the disappointment in your voice. you knew how important wonwoo’s job was, and you didn’t ever want to come in the way of that. but a part of you hoped he wouldn’t leave just yet.

“not anymore,” he said, looking down at his phone screen, “i just told the guys that something important came up. they’ll understand.” he smiled the same smile at you that he always did before. but this time it felt.. different? “unless you just want to be alone? i can leave if you want.” 

you looked at your hands for a moment before looking back up and meeting his gaze. “...please stay.”

that was all he needed to hear. wonwoo shrugged off his jacket and put it on the back of the sofa. you watched his actions intently. for some reason, the actions you had watched countless times before had started to stand out more than usual. the way he nudges his glasses up his nose, the way he runs his hand through his hair, why were these things so prominent to you now? you pushed these thoughts to the back of your head as you watched wonwoo open netflix on your tv. he scrolled through the options until reaching your favourite movie, the one you had made him watch with you too many times to count.

“wait, i thought you said you were sick of this movie?” you tilted your head towards him. he looked over at you, the same fond look you’ve been basking in since he showed up at your door. “but it reminds me of you, how could i ever get sick of it?” 

you playfully hit his arm and turned away to hide the rosy haze shading over your cheeks. he just smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see himself in any other position than he was right now. 

he put his arm out, inviting you to his side of the sofa. you obliged, scooting over to insert yourself under his arm and wrap around his side. he rested his arm around your hip as he quietly spoke. “listen, even if i have seen this movie thousands of times, i’ll be damned if i don’t see you smile at least once today.”

and he succeeded. you couldn’t do anything but smile as you sat snuggled into your best friends side, forgetting the earlier parts of the evening ever happened. soulmates were real, and you two were living proof. he was your soulmate, whether platonic or not.

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[luveline]

Hi! Normally, I don’t make requests, but your tasm!peter x reader fics are awesome! If you’re comfortable, I would love a fic where the reader is pregnant and having morning sickness for the first time. Maybe the reader tries not wake Peter because he’s been on patrol, but eventually feels sick enough to wake him up? Or Peter tries to find something for her to eat because he knows it’ll make her feel better despite her apprehension? (Sorry, I’m not trying to control your fic! Just some ideas I had!) Honestly, I would love just some Peter taking care of reader fluff. 🥺 If don’t you feel comfy writing it, you can totally ignore this ask. :) Once again, thank you for the fics! They’re great! < 3

Hi! thank you and tysm for your request, i hope this is ok! <3 TW THROWING UP / BEING SICK

You know as soon as you wake up what’s happening. You’ve dreaded this symptom, knowing it was only a matter of time. 

Stomach aching you sit up, feeling like you need to gasp in the warm air of your bedroom. You cover your mouth and look over your shoulder at Peter’s sleeping form, scrunched unhappily, the lines of fatigue still deeply etched into his handsome face. 

You struggle from under sweaty sheets and march out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom, quickly flipping on the white fluorescents and looking into the toilet bowl in misery. Soon, its pristine water is marred with last night's dinner, painstakingly put together by Peter after you’d complained of certain smells making you nauseous. You’d both winced, hoping morning sickness wasn’t going to set in.

But it did. As it does for most pregnant people. 

You spit into the bowl, gasping, feeling achy and tired where you’re kneeling. The pain of sickness doesn’t go away - you heave and heave and heave. When you realise you aren’t going to stop you resign yourself to waking your poor partner. 

You feel too weak to stand, so you stay seated and clear your raw throat. “Peter!”

Nothing. 

“Peter! Peter,” you choke, another wave of nausea, a heave of nothing but bile. 

A stirring of sound. The sheets moving, his quick footsteps across the landing. He pushes open the door, takes in the scene.

“Oh. Shit, baby. I got you,” Peter says, kneeling down beside you, making sure there’s nothing in your face before stretching his arm over your shoulders.

You watch his mild discomfort when he notices your upheaval and then his concern when his eyes flick back to your face. 

“You okay?” 

You’re dizzy and wet-eyed but mostly okay, though his asking brings tears to your eyes as you answer weakly, “I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you get up.”

You spit. “My bad. You looked tired.”

Peter laughs like it isn’t funny and stands up to flush the toilet. Your hands flex around the seat. You feel less sick as you watch the water clear, as Peter wets a compress for your sweaty face. He brings it to your forehead. “Hold this,” he murmurs. You take it and he wipes at the corners of your mouth with a tissue. 

“Oh, honey,” he says sympathetically. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as his hand takes a hold of your compress again. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” he asks. His mouth is warm and gentle where he presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“Yeah, I-“ you cough, “we knew this was gonna happen.”

“Doesn’t mean it sucks any less for you, Y/N,” he says. “You wanna move? Get back in bed?”

“No, I think I’m still gonna throw up.”

His brows pinch together as he frowns. You sit there for a while longer, fighting back nausea, gripping the seat so hard your knuckles peek through angrily. You admit a victory of sorts and Peter pulls you up, gets you situated on the closed lid.

He’s kind. His hands are very careful as he wipes your face clean, as he sorts out your hair for you. Your eyes close at the feeling of his fingers, your own hands bunched in the bottom of his shirt. 

Peter passes you your toothbrush, already pasted, and the two of you brush your teeth. “Be careful,” he says worriedly. 

You feel weird as you stand to spit, a little less once you’re sitting at the kitchen table. Peter makes you your favourite drink and a tall glass of water, insists on the water first. 

“That’s gonna make me pee, like, a thousand times,” you complain. 

He looks over his shoulder where he’s buttering toast for you, sorry for you but stern, “You have to drink it bub. Can’t get dehydrated.”

He puts the toast down in front of you. Something about it makes you feel funny, and you push it away quickly, nose wrinkled. “I can’t-“ you cover your mouth, too. 

Peter yanks the plate from you. “Right. Right. Sorry, I’ll get rid of it.”

“Aren’t you hungry?” you ask him. 

“Not if it’s gonna make you sick.” He shoves it in the garbage. 

You can still smell butter, what was once a warm, comforting smell now evil. You feel a little start of fear - what other foods will turn your stomach?

Peter seems to be having the same thought. 

“What will you eat?” he asks, then amends, “What do you think you can eat?”

“I don’t know.”

Peter returns to your side and pulls your head into his torso and pets your head as you grumble morosely. You press one hand to your aching tummy and the other to Peter’s back. He leans down so he can cover your hand, protective over your small, almost unnoticeable bump. 

“Hey, that’s okay.” He speaks fondly, weaving his other arm behind your back in a half-hug that reassures you endlessly. ”What did you say earlier? We knew this would happen. We’ll just try things until you like them. And get you some anti-nausea.” 

“I don’t think anti-nausea actually works on morning sickness.”

Peter nods, blinking slowly. “Yeah. Sorry, bub. Omelette?”

“Maybe not.”

“Fruit?”

“What do we have?”

He tilts your head to the side. “I’ll get you whatever you like, baby. I’m your guy.”

You rub his back absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know.”

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[blues824]

Speaking of Pokémon obey me mc, I do want the boys reacting to mc being the new champion of the Sinnoh league after Cynthia, mc didn’t say anything about it because they’re humble about it & constantly dodging the paparazzi back home(plus the diamond and pearl anime series was the first time I was introduced to Pokémon, Cynthia is such a girlboss)

I never knew this would blossom into a freaking series, but here we are. Also, I’m doing the brothers since doing 12 boys is too much lol. PLATONIC

Lucifer

Again, it was probably in your student profile, but he has to say that he is very impressed that you had this great achievement at such a young age. And you go against his own sin of pride and stay humble about it. He thought that children would crumble from the pressure, but not you apparently.

Over dinner (which he attends just for you, since you’re like a sibling to him), he had asked you about it and you told him that you prefer to stay out of the spotlight. People still knew of you, since they had to challenge you to get the title of the Sinnoh League champion, but that was the only reason why you emerged from the shadows.

If you want to hold a very small celebration for the hard work you put into it, he will get you a small dessert and maybe a candle to blow out, as well as write you a card signed by each of the brothers. Your achievement deserves to be recognized, so he makes sure that it does.

Mammon

He found out from the medal you got from winning the battle, and he was shocked that a human as young as you could be that strong and well-versed in their Pokémon. He had only just found out about the little creatures because of you and Solomon.

Mans was ‘upset’ that you didn’t tell him about this big title of yours, which was when you told him that you stay out of the spotlight out of preference. You didn’t like paparazzi, and so Mammon was determined to do something about it.

Whenever the two of you go to the Human Realm, he will help disguise you so that no one recognizes you, and that shit works. He’s had a few modeling gigs and people have recognized him back in the Devildom, so he understands the struggle you go through. Don’t worry, though: Big Brother Mammon has you covered!

Leviathan

Bro probably already knows all about you because he is updated on the most recent Human World news, but he’s surprised that you haven’t mentioned anything about it. Typically, people would be happy to share the word, but he doesn’t make any comment about it.

Eventually, you grow comfortable enough to tell him that your hesitance comes from a fear of paparazzi, since they were always on your trail back at home. He now understands why you never talked about it, and he doesn’t mind if you want to keep it under wraps.

However, he feels as though this is an event of some sort of celebration. So, he went to the kitchen to get some snacks and he offered to buy you something (within reason) off of Akuzon, and you both spent the day snacking and gaming with an anime playing in the background.

Satan

He tries to make sure that you are aware he can be a source of comfort for you and that you can always talk to him if you need to. So, when you tell him that you had won the title of the Sinnoh League Champion back on Earth, he was happy that you saw him as someone to confide in.

Now, he does ask about why you didn’t want to share the news initially, and he totally understood when you said that you hated being in the spotlight. So, he offers to host a small celebration in your room with your Pokemon.

Satan decided to host a very small tea party and he set it up himself, and he told your Pokemon what was going on. You came home and entered your room to see a huge CONGRATULATIONS banner, along with a table with a tea set with your favorite tea.

Asmodeus

When he found out, he was high-key offended that you never told him about such a big achievement. You were like a younger sibling to him, and with how much he already told you he would have thought that you would be able to trust him with that information.

Nevertheless, he is a demon on a mission. He is taking you out to a cute cafe so that you can have “sibling” bonding time and to celebrate this big achievement of yours. He will even make sure that you are in disguise so that no one recognizes you.

This isn’t anything new to you, though. You could simply get a good grade on a math test and this man will think that it was the greatest thing to ever happen in the Devildom or the Celestial Realm combined. So, have fun as he does a mini toast between the two of you.

Beelzebub

He didn’t have too big of a reaction when you told him, and that was mainly because you asked him not to. He was very happy for you, don’t get him wrong; he was mostly just confused as to why you didn’t tell him until now.

Then you explained that you constantly had to dodge the paparazzi back in the Human Realm, and everything clicked into place for him. It all made sense now, and he still felt that you needed to be celebrated, so he offered to go get your favorite snacks and you can have a snack party.

When I tell you that this man did not have a single bite of your snacks even though his stomach was telling him to eat everything, I mean it. He didn’t even eat his snacks until you were finished with your first one. He also made sure to eat slowly so that you finished your food first and he wasn’t tempted by it.

Belphegor

He was able to see into your dream, and you were reliving the moment where the paparazzi shoved cameras into your face after you defeated Cynthia and won the title of Sinnoh League Champion, and he could tell you were in distress.

After he woke you up, he asked why you were scared and you said that you just didn’t want to brag about it and would rather not be treated any more special than you already were as the youngest exchange student. Honestly, as a demon who leaned more towards being anti-social, he completely understood where you were coming from. Belphie used his powers to get you to go back to sleep, and he made sure that it was a good dream of you celebrating with the brothers about this big accomplishment. As he was leaving, he saw the medal along with the pokeballs that you kept in case you ran into a pokemon. Good job, Y/N.

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