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classypauli · 2 months

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She’s the Man

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader A/N: You guys... this one drained me out. I still can´t believe the feedback I´m getting. You are the best!! From the bottom of my heart thank you 🤍 happy reading ;) Warning: grammar mistakes, spelling errors Word count: 3.7k

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Chapter 4

It was friday afternoon, Y/N was sitting in her last class, looking out of the window. She wasn´t listening to her professor. Her mind was currently thinking about the spider web she was put in. Or more like she created.

It was her fault as well. If she had been more careful and more unnoticing, this wouldn´t be this hard. And to be honest? What was she even thinking? She really thought that everything would go back to normal?

She wasn´t Charlie and she would never be. Even when they were twins. Same yet so different.

She let herself be lost a little and completely forgot about her brother. Her friends now know her as her, they know her personality, what she likes and dislikes, her hobbies, and how she acts. But they don´t know her by her name. Confusing. How is she even going to explain this? Or would they act like she wasn´t him the whole time?

Before she even noticed, her professor already ended the lesson. She slowly picked herself up from the chair, took her books, and walked out of the class. Y/N made her way to her locker, opened it, and found some paper. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What is this? It wasn´t hers, she was sure of it. The tall girl looked around the hallway if she would catch someone but nothing. She pushed it in her bag and walked away to her dorm.

This morning Mason texted her, reminding her of today´s plan. Georgie offered them his house, actually his parent´s house, but he didn´t want to hear them saying that. They are probably going to order some takeout, play some games, and have fun. Y/N was pretty excited.

She was now taking an afternoon nap. She loved afternoon naps but the worst thing about them was when you fell into a deep sleep and woke up with a sweaty forehead, barely knowing where were you or what year was.

She talked a little with her brother, he was slowly ending his tour and should be home next week. She didn´t tell him about her. About Jenna. Y/N didn´t know why but she wanted to push it as far as she could. The girl didn´t want to think about it if she didn´t have to yet. That´s probably her worst habit of her, leaving everything to the last minute.

„Go! What are you doing?!“ Georgie shouted as he stood up from a couch with a controller in his hand. They were playing a Mario Kart, competed against each other and some were a little more competitive than others.

Y/N and Mason laughed at him, holding their stomach in the process, tears in their eyes. Oh boy, it´s been a long time since they were laughing this hard. Georgie´s character crashed his car into a wall and couldn´t move from the spot. He was so frustrated by it that he was yelling the whole time with his legs moving up and down.

„Shut up! I can´t concentrate!“ they kept laughing, now leaning into one another, Mason´s arm around her shoulders still having a fit of laughter. He was playing against Hunter who was calmly laying on the couch, his character riding his car without any trouble. He slowly made it to the finish line and looked up at the boy beside him smirking slowly.

„This was unfair!“ he shouted at them making excuses for how his controller was broken and telling them how he wanted to go again.

They argued a little but he wasn´t giving up so they gave him one more chance. Which was by the way failure again. So he just folded his arms and sat on the couch, pouting like a little boy. It was so much fun.

This whole thing was Mason´s idea and it was, to be honest, so fine. As the girls were in the kitchen, the boys were in the living room waiting for them to be finished while playing some video games. They were making homemade pizza and some pasta. Gideon was amazing in the kitchen, she knew everything and it was clear this was her thing. She was enjoying it so much.

While making the food, the girls were drinking red wine. They weren´t drunk, saying that they were just tasting the wine. Well, whatever works for you.

After they finished everybody went into the living room. Relaxing music was heard around the room, Y/N was sitting in the big armchair, quietly enjoying the pizza while listening to others conversations. They talked about school, the next football match, their families, favorite childhood memories, and more. It was relaxing, seeing her favorite people getting along, and laughing together.

Through the night they got to play Monopoly, Uno and even started singing songs. They got pretty drunk but not much. Y/N with the urge to pee stood up to go to the bathroom, she made it there, did her thing, and was now washing her hands. Y/N felt arms around her from behind, hugging her, head in between her shoulder blades. By the hands, she knew who it was. The girl turned around and was met with Jenna´s eyes, her chin now on her chest, looking up in her eyes. She was more clingy these days, always smiling, leaning into her, or holding her hand. Y/N of course didn´t mind.

„Hi.“ Jenna smiled still looking into her eyes. Y/N looked up from her feeling a little bit shy from her gaze.

„Uhm... how´s going?“ Y/N asked making a thin line with her lips as she looked down at the smaller girl again.

„Amazing.“ That was all she said. The wine got her a little but she didn´t want to admin it. Jenna now felt a lot more confident and relaxed. Most of the time when she is around you she feels nervous, but not in a bad way, more like she can even feel her heart beating in her chest. With a little help from wine, she wasn´t even noticing that now.

„Why don´t you want me?“ Suddenly it got quiet, you could start hearing your breathing. Jenna asked the question in a low voice, as she was afraid of your answer. You raised an eyebrow at her, not getting her question. When did she get the idea of you not liking her?

„I don´t understand.“ Jenna kept looking at you with her eyes getting lost in yours, looking almost desperate.

She sighed and now put her forehead against your sternum with closed eyes „Every time we have a moment you rush away from me.“ She got even more quiet after that, in this position she felt vulnerable. „It hurts me when you do that.“

You put one hand against her back and the other on her head, hugging her, you kissed her head slowly swaying her to the sides.

Now you were outside. In the backyard of the house, there were loungers with blankets and pillows. It was the perfect time of the year when Saturn was most visible in the dark like this.

They were lying down looking at the sky above them, pointing at constellations and falling stars. You were lying down in Jenna´s lap leaning against her chest and her lying on the lounger. She had her hands around you, slowly stroking your hair, blanket over your legs. She was again in your hoodie, she decided that it was now her favorite type of clothing. You gave it to her when you saw goosebumps on her arms from the cold.

Others went to sleep, saying they were too tired, some fell asleep right on the couch, like Georgie, and others managed to make it into the guest room.

Y/N and Jenna were still lying there, alcohol which was in their bodies already faded. The taller girl was thinking about what Jenna said to her, and how she felt. Y/N doesn´t want her to suffer. She doesn´t deserve it. This unfair feeling towards Jenna is growing. It grew to the stage where she knew, she needed to do something about it.

You slowly looked up at her, she was looking up at the stars, with her hands still in your hair. She felt you move and saw you staring at her. You told her to switch and now you were the one leaning into lounger. She was standing above you, not knowing where to put herself. It was cute but you also felt a little bad, she was doing it because she didn´t want you to be uncomfortable.

Y/N opened her arms, waiting for the smaller girl to join her. Her eyes flashed and she slowly sat into your lap sideways, arms around each other. Both of you were looking at the stars above you, sharing heath between bodies. With your arms strongly around her, she felt protected. It was just you and her, in this position, silently watching the endless universe. It created a feeling that when you two are together, you can manage to do anything. You got her, she got you.

You were having convos about most random things. Each time you said something funny, she laughed and you hugged her a little tighter. You both stopped and now you remembered her words in the bathroom from not long ago.

„I´m sorry...“ you started looking at her „I didn´t want you to feel unwanted.“ Stroking her hair behind her ear. She furrowed her eyebrows softly, looking down at your hands around her. She knew what you were talking about.

Jenna smiled almost sadly at you „No it´s okay I understand-„

„No, please... let me explain.“ You put your finger against her lips, shutting her down, her big eyes now giving you their full attention.

„I... I want you to know that I didn´t mean to make you feel like that...“ you gulped, not knowing how to explain to her in the best way.

„...I-I just... there´s something I´m currently dealing with and...“ you looked up from your lap where she was sitting to her face. You cared about her, more than you even realize. You wanted to say everything to her, what´s bothering you, how you feel, why you act like this. She deserves to know. Jenna wanted to know it too, it was clear to her it was something serious. But she didn´t want to push you, she wanted to have your full trust.

You thought about the right words to use, but in this position, with Jenna on your lap, arms around each other, looking into one another with so much adoration... your mind just said the most important words. To make her feel better.

„I want you Jenna.“ You whispered gently.

Jenna breathed out the air from her lungs as a stone fell from her heart. She was preparing herself to hear that you only like her as a friend or that you aren´t looking for a relationship right now, which she would absolutely understand. But it would hurt her a little, she didn´t want to lie. That´s what she deserves for turning down every guy who ever looked her way.

But hearing you say those words. She shook with excitement. The girl pushed herself up, and sat into your lap with her thighs on your sides now, looking at you with her soft doe eyes.

You grabbed the smaller girl´s thighs pulling her a little bit more close to you. Her arms were around your neck, playing with your hair gently. Your inhales started to get harder and couldn´t breathe regularly. Jenna kept staring at you with her face relaxed and patiently waiting. With chests joined together, both of you felt your hearts beating fast. Like talking to each other, craving for their connection.

Jenna moved her hands to the sides of Y/N´s face, looking into her eyes. The tension was so strong someone could cut it with a knife.

You slowly leaned into her, bending your head to the side. She understood immediately what was happening, couldn´t believe it, finally after dreaming and craving for it for so long. Slowly following your action and connecting your lips.

Your emotions were on top, you have never felt like this. Kissing Jenna´s soft lips was so addicting. She was holding your head between her hands, pushing you closer and closer, feeling your lips touching, enjoying every move of them. She looked into your eyes, almost breathless, looking hot with her chest rising up and down, her dimples softly showing at full display. In a second she grabbed you again pulling you into another kiss, this time smiling into it.

Your chest was completed, it finally found the other heart.

The next few days went by fast, Y/N spent every day with her friends but also thinking about her issue. She feels more anxiety and now even her friends can feel it from her. She is most of the time tense or just staring blankly to nowhere, thinking about the best way how to explain it.

Right now the girl is with Jenna, they are studying for the upcoming chemistry test. A table full of books and papers, Y/N groans and lets her head fall onto the table.

,,It´s too much” she mumbles which her classmate only laughs at.

,,Come on, there´s not much left.” Trying to energize her back. Already three hours passed since they started. Y/N doesn´t hate chemistry, even though it´s definitely not her favorite, she thinks it can be a fun subject if you are learning interesting things. But right now it only brings her a headache. Y/N puts her chin on one of the books and looks at Jenna. The girl is buried in a book, focusing on her studies, looking effortlessly beautiful.

For almost her whole life it was hard for her to let someone in. She didn´t have a problem with anyone, she just trusted herself the most. If someone told her that she would meet someone with whom she would be connected like the girl in front of her she wouldn´t believe it. She adores Jenna so much, that she can´t get enough of her, there´s no topic that she would be bored of when she´s having a conversation with the girl.

She adores how she talks and the way when she´s talking she uses her hands. She adores the dimples that pop out of her cheeks when she smiles. She adores her lips and her voice and her laugh, especially the one she can´t hold and forgets to put her hand in front of her.

She adores her opinions and how she is always trying to bring the best out of others, how supportive and creative she is. Her sense of humor and her brightness.

The girl knew she liked her, more than a friend, and her feelings were only growing each time she was with her. Y/N would do anything to keep her in her life, she needs to say it to her. She´s going to do it. She doesn´t care, not anymore.

To Y/N, Jenna was special, she was someone for her only. Finally, she felt like she also deserved something just for herself. At least one time in her life she wants to be selfish, she deserves it.

Neither Y/N nor Jenna didn´t talk about the kiss, but they weren´t shy about it either. With holding hands, smiling faces, nonstop texting, and hanging around, the two girls became almost inseparable. After that night, they didn´t share another kiss, even though they should talk about it because there are many feelings unsaid.

Not knowing saving it for later may bring unwanted issues.

Charlie was walking down the street, and finally, he was back. He came yesterday and to be honest, he was pretty excited. He missed Y/N and his parents, and friends and spending time with them. Right now he is going to get a coffee at the local coffee shop, he should meet some of his friends over there who want to catch up.

,,Charlie!” he heard his friend David from one of the tables beside the window. There was sitting his friend group. "Missed you, man! How was the tour?" They ordered and started talking about everything he got to see. Showed him photos and videos, and even let them listen to some of the new music he started to make.

He was so happy that finally, he could be back. Charlie called his twin, saying that he was home already, they were going to meet tomorrow because of school. He loves his sister, what she did for him wouldn´t do to anybody. Because of her, he could go on the tour he wanted. He owes her and he is ready to do anything to repay.

,,Charlie?”

Jenna was sitting by the table, enjoying a quiet Wednesday and cool weather. Today was pretty cloudy, people were walking with their umbrellas in hands, ready to use them if the rain started. It has been like this since morning but still no sign of rain drop.

Listening to music while slowly drinking coffee, is one of the things she enjoys the most, in the back of the cafeteria, having a clear view outside of the window but also people in here. She is waiting for Emma who was still in the class, they agreed to go shopping today.

She puts her headphones down as the waitress comes to her asking if she needs anything, Jenna pays for coffee, sitting in her seat a little more. Now she´s looking out of the window, somehow her thoughts goes to you, making her smile. You are always in her mind, even when she´s not with you in the moment. Your smile and your eyes are the only things she sees these days. She likes you. You are the first person ever in her life that she thinks about like this. Her feelings are serious and she hopes yours are too. After your kiss, she can´t stop thinking about it, about your lips on hers, your hands on her body, and how you were like puzzles. You were her other half she was trying to find. Jenna wanted to be with you and she´d do anything to be with you.

„Charlie?“

Jenna heard someone call from the entrance. She raised her head and looked that way. She saw a group of people at the table opposite her. She double time checked if she saw right, at first she thought her mind was playing tricks on her but she was sure you were sitting at that table, your back to her.

She saw a girl running to you, the one who was yelling your name, you stood up and hugged her. She was now confused and felt a little jealous of the girl. It was clear you both know each other and maybe even more than she thought. She furrowed her eyebrows at you. You have never told her about any of your friends, except Mason, Hunter, or Georgie. You barely talked about your family, only mentioned your sister and that was only because she asked.

Still looking at both of you holding each other like your life depends on it. Your friend pushed herself from the hug and put her hands on both sides of your face. Jenna´s heart started bumping, harder and harder. Please no. Oh God please no.

But she stopped completely breathing when the girl kissed you, hard on the lips. And you kissed her back, holding her waist.

The brown-eyed girl´s heart broke. She has never felt pain like this like someone was strangling her. Tears started to form in her eyes, lips trembled as she watched the scene. She felt like an idiot. Was she really thinking that something could be between you? That you liked her?

She stood up from her legs and rushed out of the coffee shop around the two of you with a broken heart.

Y/N was lying in her bed, phone in her hand. Enjoying the cloudy weather. Her brother texted her about their tomorrow plan and she was excited. The girl hadn´t seen him in so long, it was strange not having him around. As she was scrolling through her social media, dying of boredom, she suddenly remembered the paper she found in her locker couple of days ago. She shoots up to her legs, pulling the folded paper out. She opened it and what she found there, wasn´t what she was expecting.

Fell for you like a kid, first time riding a bike, like a tough ground scarred their knee, you scarred my heart. My wish is, to sit with you in an old chair, in the countryside somewhere, covered in a blanket, mugs in our hands, on your shoulder is my head, watching our sunset, knees touching, sharing heat, only you can make me pleased. I´m not a love poet, yet you are my love poem.

It was a poem. She sat on her bed as her head was trying to process what her eyes just red. On the left bottom was the initial. J.

It was clearly her. Y/N told Jenna she liked poems and she was enjying writing them. Now she wrote her one. Confessing her love.

She pushed the air out of her lungs. Slowly picking her hands up to support her head. She sniffled. Y/N didn´t know why she was crying, her heart was beating too fast almost like she was having a heart attack.

She barely cried, even when she was by herself. She hated when she was crying and she hated even more when she was crying in front of others. For the girl, it was embarrassing like she was fragile. Showing her weakness. For the longest time of her life, she was fighting with this. Y/N knew it was nothing bad to show this kind of emotion. But her mind was fighting back, and her heart took it all.

To her, Jenna was everything. After reading this she realized her true feelings and that she can´t keep Jenna in this lie anymore. She stood up from the bed, looking at now raindrops falling outside, fixing herself, and rushed out of the dorm with confidence. She´s going to say it to her. She´s going to confess. Jenna will no longer know her as Charlie but as Y/N. Finally as her. And how she loves her.

But if she only knew it was too late.

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elissanatok · 1 year

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-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

part 2

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You didn't know what you had expected when you imagined looking into his face again. a smile maybe? A hint of the boy he used to be? Well - you surely did not get whatever it was you had expected.

He looked at you with a piercing but very bored look, before he let his eye drift again to your little brother. You nervously looked from your little brother to your older one. Jacerys tried to send you a reassuring look, or maybe it was just one that screamed “I told you so”.

Before leaving Dragonstone he and your mother told you not to expect any kindness from the rest of your family. You were disappointed that they seemed to be right and that the little hope Daemon gave you when he talked about your friendship as children flew away with the wind.

You had missed him dearly. Your Aemond. But maybe this was not him. His hair had grown longer, although not as long as yours, and laid pin straight against his back. The black eyepatch he wore made him look almost forbidden. It made him look dangerous. But your Aemond was not a dangerous boy. But then again - this was not him.

Your Aemond used to read in books, spend his days learning, dreaming and talking about Dragons. Teaching you about them. This Aemond looked like he was ready - had dreamed and talked about feeding you to them.

The Queen's eyes held a little bit more warmth when she met your gaze. Sometimes she thought you looked more like her daughter than Rhaenryas but then again, your eyes held the same fire as your mothers.

The reason for your visit was a sad one, sure, who would be the heir of driftmark was important, not for you, but for your boys. You would be married off, no matter what Daemon claimed, if an alliance with House Winterfell was needed, Cregan would be the first to take your hand. You liked him. He was a kind man. A strong one too, but your relationship held no meaning, no feelings, no friendship.

Standing with your shoulders straight and your chin held high, you listened to Vaemond.”Don´t you dare tell me, who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.” You could see the rage forming in his eyes. “Allow it?”, your sick grandfather questioned. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

The first time you flinched, was when he raised his voice, pointing at Lucerys. “That- is no true Velaryon- and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Your mother tried calming the situation, after quickly looking at her only daughter. “Go to your chambers, you have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson.”

“You may run your house as you see fit. but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom.”

You really wished for someone to hold your hand. Stand in front of you, protect you from the eyes in the room that bore into your golden skin, but there was just your family and you in your flame red dress.

“And a thousand trigulatons besides.”. “And Gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this -”

You and your little brother were similar in some ways, in ways like anxious behavior. In ways like his hands trembling just as much as yours behind his back. “Say it.”, whispered Daemon, making your knees feel weak for what was about to come. You were no fighter. No ruler. Just a woman. And a brutally soft one too. “Her children are Bastards!!”Vaemond yelled into the room, at the king, making you slightly flinch at the sudden loudness of his voice.

“And she, and her daughter, are whores.”

Your eyes widened, while people let out gasps. Insulting your mother, married and with children was one thing, insulting you, a girl who had not even earned a kiss to her cheek yet, was something entirely else. You were not even promised yet.

Unknown to you, Aemonds eye had locked onto your form the moment Vaemond stepped closer to you. His gasp was a short one, a quiet too, but he could not believe someone dared insulting you. Yes, you may have shared the features of your brothers, even though you were much more beautiful to him, but your eyes were the purest purple he had seen in his house. There was no way someone could doubt where you belonged.

In his opinion, you would always belong right next to him. He wished he could have shielded you from harsh words and glances, but he could not forget who you stood next to, the boy who took his eye and the woman who wanted the throne.

His fists clenched behind his back, he watched his father stand up, heavy breathing. “I- will have your tongue for that.”

You had heard Daemon lifting his sword, and you had seen it from the corner of your eye, but still you did not stop looking at anything but Haelenas dress. His blood flooded in front of your feet. “He can keep his tongue.” Daemon shot you a look. Looking for tears on your face as usual, but no, you seemed to be somewhere else.

Aemond looked at his uncle with appreciation. He wished he would be bold enough, could show his care for you openly enough to chop a head off, but he couldn't have done it yet, not in front of everyone else at least.

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czalzver · 6 months

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bestfriends sister

a/n: no intentions of posting this at all but here we are!!

warnings: language i think.. lil drabble (might be a part 2)

pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: in which shes just a tease.

You're round at your best friends house, she contacted you saying on how she wanted to redecorate her bedroom. Of course she contacted you.

You're painting her walls, whilst she puts her furniture together. You have your headphones plugged into your phone. So you have zero idea on what she is saying to you right now.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around as you pull out your headphones, you see Aliyah.

"Are you even listening to me right now?" She says as she rolls her eyes turning back to her phone texting her co-worker.

"Yes, sorry I had my headphones in."

She turned back to you, eyeing the wall you had just painted, looking back to you she says, "My co-worker is feeling sick she wants me to cover for her, so I have to go work, love you, and keep painting those walls!" She says leaving the room.

You furrow your eyebrows, before shrugging it off, you put your headphones back in. A few minutes later pass by, you feel another tap on your shoulder.

"Love you t-" you begin to respond before turning to see- her older sister, Jenna. "Oh-"

She smirked "You love me?" Jenna asks sarcastically. She inched closer to you.

She'd laugh, " I'm kidding, I just saw Aliyah leave, she didn't say anything to me so I'd figure she told you." She told you as your breath shuddered when she got closer.

She looked down at your lips, before biting her own. She closed the gap between you guys, with a gentle kiss.

"..What a surprise!"

When you heard the familiar voice,you pushed Jenna away, her frowning at loss of your lips on hers. Aliyah was here, she just saw you, her best friend kiss her sister.

"We were just—"

Before you could finish she cut you off, "No, no, it's okay.." You all stood their in silence. You looked down at ground before you hear Jenna say, " I'm gonna be back to my room." She pointed out the door before leaving.

Aliyah closed waved at her, and closing the door. "Are you gonna tell me what that was about." She says leaning her back against the door with her arms crossed.

"No— more importantly why am I barely hearing, no seeing about this." You looked at Aliyah, her noticing a red tint on your face.

"I don— I don't know."

You thought to yourself, 'what was that all about..I mean of course I found Jenna cute, but I never thought she'd like me. Like that at least..'

"I need to use the bathroom." You said to Aliyah. "Okay I'm gonna make a snack, want anything?"

You shook your head, Aliyah left the room to the kitchen. You walked past Jenna's room, glancing at it—, you caught her gaze at you. She was looking at you. You were looking at her.

I feel my heart thudding against my ribcage, my breathing pick up at the sight of her. Shit. You break the gaze between you two, making your way to the kitchen. You open the fridge, bending over to grab a water bottle. You feel fingers brush over your ass, your breath hitches, and you look up, to see Jenna smiling at you, drinking water.

"Jenna! Don't do that!" You lightly hit her arm.

"Why? Scared you might enjoy it? Hm?” Jenna walks closer to me, carressing my cheekbone, you warming up to her touch.

"You never know if anyone's watching." I tell her moving her hand away.

"You're worried, and don't want anyone to see us?" She questions, crossing her arms

"I'm not out to Aliyah yet."

"She just saw us kis-"

"Yeah, genius I know, I'm practically forced to tell her, that's if she doesn't bring up."

"Well you should go back to her." Jenna taps her fingers on her water bottle.

You could feel the tension rise up, as if Jenna felt hurt by your words, but how?

Guess you'll find out someday.

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justmymindandstuff · 5 months

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Promise - Jon Snow x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: You are a Lady from House Tully and Catelyn Starks ward. But you love her husband bastard son Jon and he loves you. Your relationship is a secret, but you don't care. But then Jon makes the decision to go to the Wall.

Warnings: implied first time, fluff, forbidden love

Words: 2.876

Gif not mine

English is not my frist language, so forgive me for my mistakes; not proof read.

You sit in the warm room and work on a handcraft. Sansa sits next to you and you both listen to the Septa's words. She explains something about housekeeping and numbers to you and Sansa, but you get bored and Sansa also prefers to concentrate on her stitches. Lady lies at your feet, her eyes are closed and she makes a quiet hum every now and then. Arya, fortunately for her, had hidden before the lesson with the Septa began. She's probably wandering around Winterfell or watching her brothers training with their swords. You are jealous of her.

"Septa, can you please tell us something about the Prince?" asks Sansa. Since Lord and Lady Stark shared with you that the royal party are one their way to visit Winterfell Sansa can only think about the golden Prince Joffrey.

"No, you have more important topics to learn my dear child." the Septa answers.

There's a knock on the door and Jon pokes his head in. Sansa rolls her eyes at the sight of her „Bastard-Brother“.

“Excuse me, Lady Stark sent me to get Lady Y/N.” You put your work aside and stand up.

"We will make up for the lesson." says the Septa.

"Of course." You say, but know you won't mind hearing such boring facts again. "Shall we go for a walk with Lady later?" Sansa asks. The Direwolf opens her eyes when she hears her name, but doesn´t move.

"Yes, I'll come straight to you after I've been to your mother." you answer. You are Catelyn Stark's ward, the daughter of a distant cousin of the Tullys. After your mother died giving birth to your brother and your father was called to Kingslanding by King Robert, Catelyn and her family let you in their house and raise you like you are one of them.

Jon closes the door behind you and smiles at you. You both walk through the corridors.

"Do you know what Catelyn wants?"

"Nothing. It was a lie. Do you really thought Catelyn will send me to get you?"

You laugh. "You can´t do things like that." you say but you smile. "It´s dangerous."

"Is it?" he asks, grabs your hips and press you gently against the next wall.

"Jon no." you giggle but then you grab his hand and kiss him, his grip at your hip tightens. Suddenly you hear steps, you and Jon jump apart and he takes two steps back.

"Because of you we will get caught." You say, Jon holds his arm to you, and you rake under it.

"You kissed me My Lady."

"I am sorry my Lord." Jons gaze is a bit sad now and he opens his mouth but you already know what he wants to say.

"I´m not a Lord.” You are faster than him and he smiles. “I know but I don´t care."

"Do you want to go for a ride?" he changes the topic.

"Of course."

"Good, meet me at the gates." Jon presses a light kiss at your lips and walks down the floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heartbeat. Everytime you see him you have the feeling that your heart jumps out of your chest and in your stomach fly butterflies. You are madly in love with this man and you have the luck that he loves you too. You know it´s dangerous. He is a bastard and you are a Lady. Your Love is forbidden but you don´t care.

You walk through Winterfell, your home, to the gates. Ghost comes to you and nudges his snout into your hand. Behind the gates waits Jon with two horses. You take the reins from him and get on the horse. Jon also gets on his horse and together you ride off into the forest. It´s a bit cold, but you don´t care. You just enjoy the time you spend with Jon.

Jon stops in a clearing. "Let's take a break." You look at him a little confused, you two usually ride for hours through the forests around Winterfell. And it's usually you who ends up barely getting off the horse because your legs are stiff and hurt. Jon gets of his horse and comes to you to help you, but you don´t need his help. You jump from the horseback and land bevor your Lover.

"Not really Ladylike."

"Shut up Snow." you laugh, and he takes your hand in his.

"Usually, your word is my command." he kisses your hand. "But today I have to talk to you."

You look at him worried. "Something happened?" you ask. Jon sighs, taking your hand in one hand and the reins in the other. Then he starts walking, Ghost runs next to you. You're still waiting for an answer. "I spoke to father today. After the king came to visit, he allowed me to go to the wall."

You stop, forcing Jon to stop too.

"What?"

"It has always been my dream to go to the wall."

"You want to put on the black? You want to leave me?" you can´t believe what you´re hearing.

"No! No Y/N of course I don't want to leave you. But father says the king wants him as his hand. There is no other reason why he should travel north otherwise. And then I can't stay here."

"Robb wouldn't send you away."

"Of course not. But you know what Catelyn thinks of me, when father is gone it will only get worse and besides, what else do I have other than the wall?"

Tears come to your eyes. "You have me. But that doesn't seem to be that important to you." you pull your hand away.

"No! Y/N please. Listen to me okay. Please let me explain."

"What do you want to explain? Why you are leaving me? I don´t want to hear it." You say angrily, you don't want him to leave you. "You said you loved me!"

"I love you."

"You don't leave the person you love."

Now tears come to Jon's eyes too. "What choice do I have?"

"You can stay here with me."

"And then? Continue to hide? Continue to meet in secret? Secret kisses and always being afraid of being caught? In the worst-case Catelyn catches us and she will demand my head."

"No she won't! I'll explain to her that we love each other."

"You know her, she will not listen to you."

"Is that what you care about? Is it fear? Do you not want to see me anymore? But please, don´t leave our home."

"I love you! I can't even spend a day away from you without it tearing me up inside." He pulls you towards him and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is full of passion and love and you cling to him like you'll never see him again. You break apart breathless. Jon rests his forehead against yours and looks deep into your eyes.

“Please believe me that I love you and that I don't want to leave you. But I'm a bastard Y/N, there's hardly a place for me in this world. But I will have a place and a task at the Wall."

"I believe you. But I don't understand why you want to leave. You have a place in Winterfell. Your place is at my side. Isn't that enough for you? Am I not enough for you?"

"Of course." Tears run down your cheeks. Jon carefully wipes them away with his thumbs. “But we both know, someday you will leave Winterfell to marry some old Lord. And then I have nothing left. The Wall is my only way out, even if I have to leave you for it. It is better like this, for both of us.“ It feels like he's leaving you already “Please Y/N please don’t be mad at me and try to understand why I have to leave.”

"I'll try it."

"Let's ride back. You have a meeting with Sansa."

"Now I don't feel like walking anymore."

"I'm sorry. But I just wanted to explain my decision to you."

You nod and you head back to Winterfell. You stay silent the whole way back, you have a lot to think about. Shortly before you arrive, you part ways and you are the first to ride into the courtyard of Winterfell. Jon will follow you after a while.

Sansa comes towards you. "There you are." she calls. "We wanted to go for a walk."

"I'm not feeling so well, Sansa." you say, getting off the horse and walking past her. Sansa looks at you a little confused, but she doesn't say anything else.

Your thoughts revolve around Jon and his decision to go to the Wall.

You try to understand why he wants to leave. And even if you don't really want to admit it to yourself, you can understand his reasons.

You walk towards your room when Arya approaches you.

"Hello Y/N." Arya says happily when she sees you.

"Hello little wolf." You say, forcing a smile on your lips for her. "You weren't at the class with the Speta this morning."

"Yes, I managed to escape." laughs Arya.

"You shouldn't neglect your classes."

"I know."

"I won't tell your mother under one condition."

"What do you want?"

"Come with me and read something to me. You read so well, please Arya."

She rolls her eyes. She hates these things, actually she hates everything that has nothing to do with swords and bows. "Fine." she then agrees. The two of you make your way to your room, you take the book you are currently reading and give it to Arya. It's a silly fairy tale about love, but when Arya starts reading you close your eyes and imagine it's your story. Your love story with Jon.

And then the day comes. The worst day of your life! Today the royal Party will leave Winterfell and with them Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. Originally you should travel with Lord Stark and his daughters to Kings Landing, but after Bran fell from a tower, you stay behind with Catelyn and Robb.

You are awake long before the sun will rise, but you couldn´t stay in bed. You get dressed and leave your room. You walk through the corridors up to Jons room. You are not often here, the danger of being caught is far too great, but today nothing matters anymore. You knock at his door, it takes a moment and then he opens the door. He stands in front of you and looks at you in surprise.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

You try to ignore his bare chest and step inside his room.

“I couldn´t sleep and I wanted to say goodbye to you. Before we doesn´t have time for us anymore.” Tears well up in your eyes. You had prayed to the gods that this day will never come, but now there is nothing you can do anymore than watch the love of your life leave.

Jon smiles at you. “I am glade, that you are here, but what if someone sees you?”

“I don´t care.”

“You should.”

“No. Everything I care about is that we only have hours left together.” You reach up to him and kiss his lips.

Jon kisses you back for a second, but than he pulls away. “Y/N.” he sighs and looks at you with sad eyes.

“No. I don´t want to be sad now. Please. We only have a few hours left together. I don´t want to waste them.”

Jon strokes your cheek and smiles. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you. Forever.”

Jon kisses you again, you wrap your arms around his neck. Jon wraps his arms around your body and pulls you closer to him. The kiss is full of love and affection. You know he loves you and he know you love him. Even if your love is forbidden, even if everything speaks against your love. Nobody can take this away form you. Not a King, not a Lord or the Wall.

Your hands run over his bare chest.

His lips move to your neck, and you have to suppress a moan. His touch sets a fire inside you. You know this feeling, Jon has triggered this feeling in you again and again.

His hands roam over your back and then in front and over your arms. Jon pulls away from you, breathing heavily. His eyes sparkle and his lips meet yours again. Just for a second and then he pulls away.

"You have to go."

"Why."

"If you stay any longer, I can't promise anything anymore."

"I don't want you to promise me anything." you kiss him again, this time demanding and passionate. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and Jon groans.

"We can´t." He whispers against your lips and then kisses you again. His hands roam over your body and you get goosebumps all over your body.

"I know what you're afraid of, Jon. But don't worry."

Jon looks at you for a moment. You can see in his face that he is thinking.

And then he kisses you passionately. His hands are all over your body. You snuggle up against him and moan under his touch. "Are you sure?" he asks breathless.

"Yes. I've never been so sure."

You turn around, Jon kisses your neck as he undoes the laces of your dress. It falls to the floor and you shiver.

You've never experienced anything like what you had with Jon that morning. It was loving, tender and beautiful.

You lie together on his bed. The sun rises and you hear the first servants walking across the hallways. Jon’s hand gently strokes your bare shoulder.

"We have to get up." you say.

"I don't want this moment to be over."

"I don't want it either." You turn to him and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Jon.” It's just a whisper in the room, but to you it means everything. No one can take your time with Jon away from you, even if he leaves you today.

“Y/N.” Jon's voice is suddenly serious. "I will travel to the Wall today and I will put on the black. But I want to promise you something. I promise you that we will see each other again." He kisses your forehead and now you can't hold back the tears. "Don't cry my lady."

"I'm trying My." you interrupt yourself. “My Jon.”

You stand next to Catelyn in the courtyard to say goodbye to the king and his entourage. And to say goodbye to Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. You hardly dare to look Jon in the eyes. You try to hold back the tears, but you can't quite manage it. A few tears roll down your cheeks, but you can blame it on the fact that you're going to miss Sansa and Arya so much.

The royal party starts moving and Jon also turns his horse towards the gate. But before he leaves Winterfell he turns around again, and your eyes meet. You look into his eyes one last time. He nods slightly at you and smiles. It's a sad smile, but you know what it means. I love you and this farewell isn´t forever. You will see each other again.

The gates close and you stand alone in the courtyard, and for the first time since you have been in Winterfell, you are actually cold. For the first time in your live you feel lonely. Caytlin says something to you, but you don´t hear what she said. You turn around and run into your room. You lock the door behind you and fall weakly onto your bed. Tears immediately stream down your cheeks, and you feel like your heart is tearing apart in your chest. He is gone. He is really gone.

The cold wind blows around your ears and you pull the fur collar of your cloak further up. You take a deep breath and ride towards the gate of Castle Black. You stop just before the gate and get off your horse. Your steps slowly carry you forward.

“Who are you?” a strange voice came from behind the gate.

“Lady Y/N, from Winterfell. I want to see Jon Snow.” Your voice trembles, but you´re almost there. You´re almost with him.

It takes a short moment and then the gate open and you can step into the courtyard of Castle Black. A lot of strange man look at you. You look around nervously. Your hair is messy, and your dress is covered in dirt and the hem is soaked in blood. Robbs blood.

“Y/N.” his voice flows through you, you turn around and looks at him. Jon comes down the stairs and runs across the yard to you. Before he even reaches you, tears are running down your cheeks. Finally, he wraps you in his arms again. You take a deep breath. His scent, so familiar and yet so strange, envelops you. For the first time since you left the Twins you feel safe.

“Please never leave me again.” You whisper in his ear.

“Never. I promise.”

#Jon Snow #jon snow x reader #Jon Snow x Y/N #game of thrones #stark family #jon snow fanfiction #house stark #Catelyn Stark #catelyn tully #sansa stark #arya stark #robb stark #winterfell #asoiaf #asoif/got #asoif fanfic #the wall

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galaxysgal · 5 months

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hi! i'd like to ask prompt 😈 ─ decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) with lip gallagher x maybe innocent northside!reader

thank you <33

who's naughty and nice || lip gallagher

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!northside!reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY. porn. oh my god so much porn. lingerie. oral (m receiving). first time, p in v, unprotected. lots and lots of good girl. rambling poetically about sex and love. mention of a random ass made up ex.

a/n: what's one step above overboard? whats where i went with this request. enjoy!!

wordcount: 2k

inspecting the lingerie set lip had gifted you in the mirror, you can't deny. you look sexy. it's a red set with fluffy white trim, perfect for christmas. your parents were out of town for their anniversary. the two of you have the house to yourselves.

"what do you think?" you ask, turning from your shoulders so your ass remains on display to your boyfriend where he sits on your bed. he's got a shit-eating grin on his face, reaching his arms out and beckoning you over. "hold on!" you remark with a giggle, "i've got to put on the finishing touch."

you fish a matte red lipstick out of your makeup organizer, forming your lips into a perfect o. you apply the lipstick, looking him in the eyes as you place the cap back on and toss it onto your desk.

"pretty baby," lip drawls. "fuck- c'mon stop fuckin' teasin' me. jesus!"

he's wearing a christmas sweater you'd bought for him paired with a pair of boxers, jeans long since discarded. you can see the obvious tent, and you grin.

you sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "you've been so good to me this year," you murmur against him.

"yeah? 'm i on the nice list baby?" his pretty eyes stare into yours, twinkling in the light of your desk lamp. "y'gonna give me a present?"

you giggle, nodding and kissing his cheek before crawling over to straddle him. his hands fall so easily to your hips and you revel in the warmth of his skin against yours. time like this with lip is precious. the quieter times, just the two of you. you cherish them.

"my pretty baby," he whispers. it's reverent. he never thought he had a chance with you. "my girl. my smart girl, my kind girl, my sexy baby. all wrapped up like a perfect fuckin' present. and all f'me, too."

a whimper passes through your lips as he bites at your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue. he grinds his hips up into you, holding you down against him. "whatcha wanna do tonight? anythin' you want, no pressure or anything. 's just me, yeah?"

"i know," you coo, running your fingers over the heated skin under the hem of his sweater. "i..." you trail off, biting your lip and feeling your skin flush. god, why was this so hard? it's just lip, you tell yourself.

one strong hand lands under your chin, tilting it up. his voice is soft when he speaks. "hey, kid, look at me, yeah?" he's good to you. god, he's so good to you. you look him in the eyes, face burning. "hi baby," he whispers.

"hi lip."

"there we are, lemme see that pretty smile." he kisses your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and then your lips. "listen, you don' gotta be scared, or embarassed, or anythin' you're feelin' right now. i can see the gears turning in that pretty li'l noggin of yours." he taps the side of your head and you giggle.

"lip... i wanna," you suck in a soft breath, tummy flipping as his thumb rubs your cheek. "i wanna suck you off."

lip swears under his breath, pupils dilating ever so slightly as he bites his lip. you can tell he's eager. "shit- baby girl," he grins, pressing a kiss to your lips. "'m not gonna say no t' that. are you sure? i know y'never-"

"i want to."

you're firm, ready to try something new for your boyfriend. he gives so much, pleasuring you with an intensity you've never experienced at your own hand. you want to offer the same to him.

a grin spreads across his face as eager hands strip off the christmas sweater. your fingers trace over the newly exposed skin, trailing down until they brush the waistband of his boxers. you slink down, keeping eye contact until you're level with his hips.

lip watches in wonder as you trace delicate, curious fingers over the outline of his cock. he's hard, and so so warm under your hand. his own hand comes to hold your cheek, gentle and reassuring. it's so easy to love him, you think.

you press one chaste kiss to the head before your fingers pull his boxers down. "tell me if i'm... tell me if 's not good, okay?

lip chuckles, "sweetheart, if lizzy fuckin' walker can do it you can, m'kay? y'gonna do great." your lips form a stubborn pout, eyes narrowing as you look up at him. "shit- yeah, no ex talk. 'm sorry baby."

he pats your cheek sweetly, "you're gonna be fuckin' perfect. i promise." his smile is genuine, cheeks rosy, chest rising and falling with soft breaths, and you wonder why you had ever been scared.

you sink down again, salty taste meeting your lips as you take just the tip into your mouth. he's thick, barely enough to fit into your hand, but you're determined. you take the base in your hand, pumping in soft strokes the same way you've seen him touch himself. a grunt falls from his lips as you take him deeper, swirling your tongue around the head.

"easy baby, teeth," he murmurs. "tha's it. good girl."

you pull off of him, stroking him a few more times before licking him from base to tip. you squeeze your thighs against each other as you press wet, open-mouthed kisses along his length. "lip, y've been so fuckin' good to me," you tell him, sending vibrations through him and tingles up his spine. "wanna treat you the way you treat me."

lip groans as you lick over the tip, taking him a little deeper than before. the feeling is addictive, you can feel his heartbeat throbbing through the vein that runs along the underside of his dick. "shi- shit, pretty baby," he whines. he fucking whines. it's exhilarating.

you pump him quicker with your hand, swirling your tongue all around what you can fit in your mouth. his hands are gripping your hair, gentle tugs here and there as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure.

you're soaked, the lace of the pretty panties he had gifted you becoming tacky with the feeling of your arousal. lip coos down at you, "pretty baby, so good to me. y'feelin' good? huh?"

you draw off his cock again, keeping your lips seductively parted as you peer up at him. you nod slowly and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. lip's hands move from your hair to your waist, yanking you to him.

"my pretty fuckin' present. lets get this off'a ya," he murmurs against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he unclasps your bra. in an instant his hands are on your tits, caressing the soft skin. "all soft 'n willin' 'n pretty f'me, yeah? my good girl."

"lip," you murmur, your speech slurring against his mouth. "i wan' you t'fuck me."

"baby-" he gasps, fingers playing with the little ties at your hip. "wanted this so bad, didn' wanna ask-"

"shhh, please. jus-" you break off into a moan when lip sucks your nipple into his mouth. "ah! jus' fuck me, please i want it."

in one smooth motion you're flipped on your back, whining at the force of it. his hands pull at the strings holding your red panties up until the fabric hangs loose. you could never get tired of this. he's so pretty, so sweet, his blue eyes keeping yours in a steady gaze as he pulls your waistband down slow, slow, slow.

warm breath fans out over now bare skin, goosebumps erupting over your whole body. "so fuckin' perfect. lemme kiss ya, sweet girl."

you whine when his lips make contact with your clit, placing one chaste kiss there before paving a trail up your body. a string of hickeys and bite marks is left in his wake until he arrives at his destination.

then, he kisses you like he needs it to breathe.

which, truthfully, he kind of does. you're his resolve. his shelter.

"'m gonna be real good t'ya," he whispers, like a promise. "you want me t'stop, or do anythin' different, y'just tell me, okay?"

you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him once, twice, until you can't breathe. then you tell him, "i trust you."

"good, tha's how we want it." his hands are gentle along your body, fingers dipping into your core. his thumb ribs your clit for a moment, just to hear you whine, before one finger slips so easily inside you. "fuck, baby, y've never been this fuckin' wet. think you can take another?"

you nod, moaning as a second finger fills you so deliciously. it's so good. he's so good. you buck up against him, craving it harder, deeper. "please, lip, need you."

"shhh, i know. my good girl." lip lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly.

your head tilts back with a sweet whine as he fills you. lip's feeling it too, a soft groan falling from his mouth as his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. your skin together is so warm, the feeling so intimate. you could never feel anything but this when you were with him. warm, safe, adored.

his hips have stilled, cock deep inside you and throbbing with the feel of it. "c'mon lip, please?" you ask, voice soft and quiet. with a whisper of a kiss against your chin he starts to move, and god, it feels like heaven. you watch with curious, lidded eyes as his hips move against you. the way his abs flex, the way his chest heaves with every stroke, it's all too much.

the feeling builds, and lip smothers your cheek with kisses. "so good, fuckin' tight as shit. squeezin' the life outta me, jesus."

you whimper his name, grabbing onto his arms and relaxing your body. "wan' it harder- come on handsome," you beg.

his teeth bury into your shoulder as his hips speed up. "tha's my girl, takin' it so well. how y'feelin? good, huh?"

"g-good. so good."you can barely speak, whines and babbles spilling from your parted lips while the white hot coil in your stomach twists just that little bit tighter. "'m close, fuck! i'm sorry i-"

his lips silence your words as he fucks you harder. "don' say any of that, y'doin' so good."

you begin to lose any semblance of focus, eyes darting about the ceiling tiles as the wave of your pleasure begins to crest. the sounds of the city, the quiet hum of the fan, the music playing from your ipod in the corner, all of it fades. all that's left is the obscene sounds of skin on skin.

one rough palm meets the underside of your knee and he murmurs against your skin, "this 's gonna make it feel better." he hooks your leg around his hips, pushing in deeper and drawing a lewd moan from you. "that's it. you gonna cum f'me?"

"y-yes! fuck, yes, lip-" your thighs begin to shake as your orgasm builds, teetering just on the brink of being washed over with pleasure.

the moment the rough pad of his thumb brushes your clit, the tension snaps. you throw your head back with a chorus of curses and moans of his name. your vision goes white and your body goes limp, letting go and choosing to feel. feel the way his hips begin to stutter, the way his hand eases your clit through it, the way his mouth buries itself in the place where your shoulder meets your neck and whispers a sweet string of praises.

"w-where," lip asks, "fuck- baby, where?"

"inside," you whimper. "don' care- please," it sounds restless coming from your lips.

he cums inside of you with one final stroke, body going limp on top of yours, and then it's all sweat sticky skin and soft kisses and whispers of your affection. he praises you like never before, whispering how good you've done and how pretty you are. his pretty girl.

when you've both come down from the high, after you've showered, indulged in your full nighttime routine, and made lip do the same, you lay limp and sated in his strong arms. one hand finds it's place on your ass, the other circling gently around your shoulders to hold you close to his body.

"merry christmas, pretty girl," he murmurs.

"merry christmas lip."

end.

my masterlist. my winter sleepover.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut #mags' winter sleepover #mags' winter sleepover: fics

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 10 months

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An Americano, Please? Part 3

Word count: 1.3K A/N: Just an FYI, I don't usually upload twice a day, I just felt particularly inspired today. As always, italics in quotation marks signify the speaking is using romanian dialect.

Y/N's POV:

I gotta admit. It hurt when Jenna didn't send me a text immediately. It's been two days, and still nothing.

Maybe it was a meaningless banter. Oh well. I guess I just really thought something could come out of it.

"What are you sulking about?" Nessa asks me one day after our shift.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just a little sad because I didn't get a text from someone," I explain, "It's not like she owed me a text or anything, but I don't have to be ecstatic over the fact that she hasn't done so."

"Oh my god, you're into the American one," Nessa exclaims, "I knew it! I mean, she's gorgeous. Like if I were into girls I would definitely be into her." I take a sip of my cortado (half espresso, half milk) as I listen.

"Well in any case, she's probably not interested."

"Stop sulking, Y/N," Nessa scolds me, "Let's do something fun. Gotta get your mind off of this girl."

Since our shift just ended, and we have a whole afternoon ahead of us, Nessa and I take her car to Predeal, the closest thing to a modern city we have around here.

It's about seven miles, so about twenty minute drive. The town's mostly filled with ski resorts, but there's a few fun places to shop.

A great deal of the afternoon is spent sitting outside a store judging the tourists.

"Oh my god she's probably saying something stupid like, 'I know it's winter but my husband will love this hawaiian T-shirt I bought in Romania,'" Nessa mimics the normal thought process of the typical tourist.

"This guy's even worse though," I stifle a laugh, mocking his actions.

After a thorough mockery of all of the Predeal tourists, we head back to our town, content with our afternoon.

I still haven't stopped thinking about Jenna, though. I wish I could have gotten to know her better. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to in English.

All I can do is hope that she comes back to the shop. Even then though, she probably won't want much to do with me.

Nessa drops me off at my apartment, waving goodbye. Almost instantly, I shed my winter coat, relieved by the warmth of the building.

The first thing I do is turn on the TV and open Netflix. A new baking show just dropped, and I'm not the type to turn down new entertainment.

The show turns out to be a combination of baking and engineering. It seems cool, but it's hard to tell from the first episode.

My phone lights up with a bright reminder Remember to feed Cupid!

Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my fish flakes.

Cupid is my purple betta fish. She's about a year old and as of yet hasn't had too many health issues, which is super lucky for both of us. She's at the point where she recognizes my face. So when I go up to the tank, fish feed in hand, she eagerly swims up to the glass.

"Hey Cupid," I laugh, sprinkling some food into the tank.

After feeding her, I head back to the couch, where I continue watching my cooking show. Before I know it, I'm five episodes in and the sun is starting to set. I look out of the window, trying to gauge the temperature and weather condition.

It's a fairly clear twilight right now. There's a good chance I'll get to see stars tonight. Actually, I've decided I will see stars tonight.

I don my winter coat and make my way down the apartment complex stairs. One of the perks of not living in a huge city is that I can see the night sky beautifully.

One of my favorite places in town is on the outer edges of it. At this point, all of the buildings are housing, be it apartments or actual houses. The long stretches of pavement are perfect for strolling down while admiring the night.

Not a lot of people choose to come out here late at night, which is honestly their loss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm super into nature and the great outdoors, but when I am outside, I can find an appreciation for my surroundings.

So that's how I found myself strolling the streets of Bușteni Romania, not looking at the cement in front of me.

BAM! I find myself crashing into another person, almost knocking both of us over.

"Fuck, I am so sorry," I find myself defaulting to english, "I- I mean, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.

"Jenna?" It may be dark, but I can just barely see the details of her face. God I hope she's not mad.

"Yep, it's me," I hear her faintly laugh.

"Are you okay? I almost knocked you over."

"I'm okay, just a little rattled."

"Sorry for that again," I apologize, "I should have been watching where I was going."

"You could make it up to me by walking me to my apartment?" she offers.

"I'd like nothing more," I laugh, linking my arm with hers and we start to walk.

"So, Y/N, tell me about yourself," she starts the conversation.

"Well, my name's Y/N L/N, I work at a coffee shop. I speak English and Romanian, which is useful for when people like you come to the shop."

"I know that stuff," she interrupts me, "what do you like to do outside of work?"

"You know, the normal things, be around the people I care about, watch shows, I read sometimes, listen to music, that kind of stuff. What about you?"

"Well for starters, I'm Jenna Ortega, I also love to read and listen to music," she tells me, "I also like to write though, I have like, twenty scripts and stories sitting in my FinalDraft™ folder."

"Damn, you must really like writing," I respond, "that's pretty awesome."

"I guess so," she shrugs.

"Have you ever considered publishing your work?" I ask.

"Yeah, I actually published a book called It's All Love," she answers proudly.

"That's like, the coolest thing anyone's said to me all day," I tell her.

"I guess I'm just a cool person," she jokes, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, only an arrogant person would say that."

"No, you have reason to say, it. You're a published author, the lead in a TV show, and fun to talk to. Don't discredit your own awesome-ness."

She laughs, "thanks for saying that."

"Sure thing."

"So, does your offer to take me around town sometime still stand?" she changes the subject.

"I'm a woman of my word, Jenna, if you still want a tour, you have my number," I remind her, trying to sound kind and cool at the same time. Which is kind of challenging.

"Oh my god, I forgot to text you, didn't I," she gasps, "I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I've just had so much going on." She starts to talk herself into a panic, "I have work for like, eight hours a day, plus cello lessons, plus german and fencing, it's just so much." If I had known how busy she was I never would have felt so hurt. That must be so overwhelming.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad about it." Which is true.

"That's such a relief," she exhales, "again, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, Jenna, it's okay. How about the next time you have a day off, we get in touch and I take you around town."

"Well, conveniently enough, my next day off is tomorrow, so how about I see you then?" she offers.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," I smile, doing my best to hide how excited I am for this.

"Well this is my place," she announces, "thank you for walking me home."

"Anytime," I reply, sad to know the night is ending. She heads through the door to her apartment, leaving me to walk the short five minutes to my apartment alone.

As soon as I get home, I dash to my bedroom, putting on pyjamas and getting ready for bed. I'm tired from the day. At at the same time, I'm so happy I got to see Jenna. I'm so excited that she wants to see me again, maybe tomorrow! I can't wait to get to know her better.

My phone lights up with a text from a new number

+1 ***-***-****

Does 11 AM tomorrow work for you?

-Jenna

I smile, quickly texting back

Sure thing, see ya then :)

I can hardly wait.

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Okay, so Draco has a crush on the reader and his friends decide to give her love potion to help him out but they think it didn't work since the reader is behaving totally normal. But when one of her friends (maybe Ron) eats whatever they have poisened, he starts crushing on Draco. And then they all realize that the reader doesn't act any different because she is already in love with him. Sorry if this is weird.

Thanks for your request. I don´t think it´s weird at all, I rather find it pretty funny. In the beginning, I thought this would be really hard to write but in the end, I had lots of fun doing so. Have fun reading, too!

You were sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, laughing at a joke Ron had just made. But even more, you laughed about the fact that Hermione rolled her eyes, acting as if she was really annoyed by Ron´s childish behaviour, while she actually had to try really hard not to smile herself. Your eyes were watering and your stomach hurt, while you wondered how you deserved those friends. Little did you know someone else just thought the same. And that certain someone was currently watching you from the other side of the room, turning green with envy when he saw you placing your head on Ron´s shoulder, looking at him in admiration.

“Draco? Draco, did you even listen?”

Draco flinched as someone grabbed him by the shoulder. He untied his gaze from you and turned around.

“Sorry. What did you say Pansy?”

The girl next to him rolled his eyes before she exchanged a knowing look with Blaise Zabini who had watched the unilateral conversation of his friends with a small grin on his face.

“Honestly Draco. I don’t even know what you see in her. I mean she is cute and all, but you haven’t even talked to her.”

“I have. Many times.”

“Oh yeah, one time you apologized after bumping into her after you had been too busy staring at her to watch your own feet and one time you called her out after she had dropped her quill. If you want to call your stutter talking.” Pansy sighted dramatically.

“Don’t forget all the times he had insulted her when she was with Potter and his friends.”, Blaise added in a deadpan voice..

“I never insulted her.”, Draco defended himself, stressing the last word of his sentence.

“Oh yeah, just her friends and her house and probably everything else in her life.”, Pansy giggled.

“It´s not my fault. She would be better off with me. I mean with us. In our house and everything.”, Draco mumbled, hoping no one would notice the slight rosy shimmer on his cheeks.

“Isn´t it lovely how he cares about his fellow human beings?”, Pansy teased in a sweet voice.

“I don’t.”

“You probably don’t care about anyone, do you?”

“Exactly.”

“Anyone but her.”

“If you keep on saying such nonsense, I will definitely stop caring about you.”, Draco snapped, slowly losing his patience.

“Lovely, he cares about me. Seems like (Y/n) made his heart of ice starting to melt.”

Draco sighed in resignation. It was useless to discuss with his friends. Besides, if he was honest, they might be right. Since he had met you, he had actually changed. He still remembered how he saw you the first time, walking down the hallways of the castle with a sweet smile on your face. You were one of those people everyone just had to love. But it might had hit Draco harder than the others. Because since he saw you smiling for the first time, he looked for it ever since. In every class, in the hallways, and during dinner. And when he heard your laugh for the first time, he knew he was doomed. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, more beautiful than any music, more beautiful than any birdsongs, more beautiful than anything that existed in this world. And when his eyes had met yours for the first time, he was absolutely sure that there was no going back. He still remembered how he had seen you, walking in the opposite direction. He had been so busy admiring you that he hadn’t watched where he was going, had somehow stumbled over his own feet and fell practically right into your arms. He also remembered how you had asked him in a concerned voice if he was okay and how your eyes had widened when he had looked up to you, realizing that it was no other than Draco Malfoy, you had just held onto, preventing him from falling to the ground. And when he had mumbled an apology, as far as it had been possible, since his head felt completely empty as he stared into your beautiful eyes, you had just given him a sweet smile, assuring him that it was alright. He had seen your smile so many times before. But this had been the first time you had been smiling for him and him only. And he wore that smile in his heart ever since. But he also knew that it was foolish to think like this. It had been months since that incident and you had probably forgotten him by now. Still, he knew that he would remember your beautiful face and the sparkling of your eyes until the day he would die.

His friends had soon noticed that something was going on with him. Draco had always been moody, but since he had started falling for you, it had only gotten worse. He got angry with them when they distracted him from staring at or daydreaming about you. But as soon as you were close at hand, he turned into a completely another person, acting like a stupid love-drunk teenage boy, who he, in fact, was. When he had finally admitted to Pansy and Blaise, saying that he didn’t knew himself what was even going on, they were quick to say that their best friend, the cold-hearted Slytherin king Draco Malfoy, was undeniably and irreversibly in love with you, even though he always stressed that this was drastically exaggerated. But that didn’t change the fact, that he simply couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even speaking of his thoughts.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”, Blaise asked the thousands of times.

Draco sighted again and just shrugged his shoulders.

“How do you think she would even be interested in me? I mean she is… perfect and I am… me.”

Those self-conscious words weren’t usual for Draco. Normally he was one of the most confident people around, sometimes it was even a little too much, but when it came to you all of that vanished into the air.

“You will never know if she is if you don’t ask her.”

“Maybe I will. Someday.”, Draco mumbled, before he grabbed his belongings and stood up. “Nevermind. I am going to leave. Still got some homework to do.”

“We have to do something about it.”, Pansy whispered as soon as Draco was out of earshot. “I can´t even look at him behaving like this. He´s making a complete fool out of himself.”

“Any plans?”, Blaise asked her.

Pansy just smiled evilly.

“I might.”

(Y/n)! (Y/n), wait for me!”

It was a few days after the conversation in the Great Hall of which you were still completely unaware. You stopped your way and turned around. Pansy Parkinson walked up to you, with a big smile on her face, you had barely ever seen on her. When she had reached you, it only grew wider.

“Hey (Y/n).”

“Hey Pansy.”, you answered with a small smile, unsure of what the Slytherin girl might had on her mind.

“I watched you back in charms class. You are really good in this stuff.”

“Thanks?” It was more a question than an answer.

“I was wondering if you might help me out. I still have trouble with this water-making spell and you are really good at it, so I thought you might help me practice after class?”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. You had never been one of those students who got up in their house pride and got along with the students from the other houses, but Slytherins were of a different calibre. They had always been hard to get along with and you knew that Pansy was one of those people who took the principles of her house very seriously. Even though you were pure blood, you were still hanging out with people like Hermione, who was, in the opinion of some Slytherins, less worth than pureblood wizards, making you a blood traitor.

“You want me to help you?”, you asked in disbelief.

Pansy nodded.

“You are on top of the class and I know you helped others out before and they told me you were great at explaining so I thought it might be worth a try.”

What if this was some kind of joke? But on the other hand, why should she choose you out of all the Gryffindors? You had never had trouble with her before. Plus, what joke would it be asking for help? And you were good in school, especially charms, indeed.

You nodded.

“Okay. At five in the courtyard? I don’t think we should try this inside, plus the weather is really nice.”, you suggested.

Pansy nodded eagerly.

“Great. See you at five (Y/n)”

Then she left, but before she disappeared behind the next corner, she turned around, raising her hand to wave at you happily.

When she was out of sight, you shook your head. This was by far one of the strangest things that had happened to you in a long time.

It was five to five. You were sitting on a wall of the courtyard with your wand, an empty cup and a book about charms, in case you would have to look something up. When you heard some footsteps behind you, you saw Pansy walking up to you, her book bag over her shoulder and a happy grin on her face.

“Are you ready?”, she greeted you, when she stood in front of you.

You nodded.

“Are you?”

Pansy lifted her chin proudly.

“I was born ready.”

Her comment made you giggle, earning a confused look from Pansy.

“Shall we?”

“Well, this one looks way better.”, you said, while Pansy looked at you hopefully.

The two of you had spent over an hour practising the spell. The muddy liquid that gushed out of the tip of her wand at the beginning had become more and more clear. This time it actually looked quite drinkable. You took the cup to your mouth, taking a sip, before you spit it out again, immediately.

“Brine!”, you wheezed, coughing and disgorging in a desperate attempt to get rid of the disgusting taste on your tongue.

“By Merlin´s beard, I´m so sorry (Y/n).”, Pansy said in a genuine voice.

With a quick motion of your wand, you filled the cup with some fresh water on your own, non-salty this time, gulping it down your throat quickly.

“I guess that´s one of the risks of helping others out.”, you rattled. The smirk on your face told Pansy that you weren’t mad at her.

You took a deep breath and dried the tears that had welled up in your eyes. Pansy, on the other hand, grabbed her book bag that was laying on the bench next to her and opened it. She pulled out a small box and handed it to you.

“As a reparation.”

You opened the box curiously. Inside were lying some delicious-looking and smelling cookies. You felt your mouth watering.

“My mother sends them to me every month. I don’t have the heart to tell her I don’t even like them. But maybe you do.”

You eyed Pansy suspiciously. At first she was asking you for help and now she brought you cookies? But they looked far too good, especially since your throat was still burning.

“Thanks.”, you said, while you grabbed a cookie.

At the first taste, you sighted and closed your eyes.

“They are amazing! How can you not like them?”, you asked, while enthusiastically chewing it, before taking another bite.

“I don’t have that much of a sweet tooth. But Draco likes them a lot.”

Pansy glanced at you from the corner of her eyes, but you didn’t notice, since you were still focused on the food in front of you.

“How couldn’t he? This is one of the best things I´ve ever eaten.”

“Then I suggest you share them with him from the next delivery on.”

“If I have to, I will fight for every single one of it.”, you laughed.

Then you saw Pansy looking at you expectantly.

“What is it?”, you asked. “Do I have something on my face?”

But Pansy just shook her head and smiled.

“Nothing. It´s nothing. Just take another one.”

But you shook your head and placed the box with the remaining cookies by your side.

“At first we will continue practising. But this time you will try whatever comes out of your wand.”

Pansy laughed.

“Okay, I will do my best not to poison anyone again.”

“Great. Now try the movement a little bit more fluent.”, you said as you showed Pansy once again how to fill up the cup with drinkable water.

Pansy nodded with a frown and tried to copy your movement.

Not even fifteen minutes later, she had actually managed to produce some drinkable water three times in a row.

She smiled at you proudly as you took a sip from the cup. This time without spitting it out again.

“Great! You got it.”, you smiled, glad that your student had finally achieved her goal.

“Thanks to you.”, Pansy said, but you just shook your head.

“This was all you. I was only the support.”

“Anyway, you were very patient with me. I think I would have lost it after ten minutes.”

Pansy and you laughed.

“Well, Hermione and I are practising with Harry and Ron pretty often. And they are way worse than you. Not to mention you didn’t blow anything up like Seamus always does.”, you chuckled.

“Well, you Gryffindors aren’t that smart after all, are you?”, Pansy couldn’t resist the small tease.

You raised an eyebrow.

“So you´re telling me no Slytherins ever need help with some spells?”

Pansy shrugged her shoulders.

“Most of us don’t. Except for Crabbe and Goyle maybe. But they are just stupid.” She grinned. “Really stupid.”

“Don´t you say.”

“But Draco always helps them out. I think he is the only reason they are still in this school.”

“Wouldn’t have taken him for a merciful Samaritan.”, you said. You couldn’t hide the surprise in your voice.

“I don’t think that´s the right account but he isn’t that bad at all.”

“Well, you aren’t either. And both of you got a certain… reputation.”

“So do you.”

You looked at her in surprise That was news to you.

“I do?”

“Of course sweetheart.”, Pansy chuckled.

“And what kind of reputation?”, you asked carefully, trying to make your voice sound incidental.

“C´mon (Y/n). Don’t you know? You are literally the sunshine in person. I don’t think there is a single person in this castle who doesn’t like you.”

You felt your cheeks redden. It was true, you got along with many people, but you had never thought that this was what even the Slytherins thought about you.

“Well, I always thought you didn’t like me.”, you said, glancing at Pansy. “You and your friends.”

Pansy laughed in amusement.

“Believe me I really tried. But it seems like it is impossible. Especially after you helped me out today. And everyone else likes you too. Even Draco absolutely adores you.” She glanced at you again, but you just let out a small chuckle.

“Let´s not exaggerate.”, you mumbled, while your cheeks only grew darker and darker.

“This is probably still understated.”, Pansy answered. “You have no idea.”

You chatted for a few more minutes before you decided to get back to the castle. Still happily chatting you walked down the aisles when Pansy suddenly stopped.

“Look, it´s Draco and Blaise.”

“Oh well, I think I can leave you alone now then.”, you said, expecting that your ways would part again now, but Pansy seemed to have different plans.

She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you with her, heading towards her friends. When the two boys heard the footsteps, they looked up to you, a smile breaking on their faces when they saw you.

“Finally learned it Pansy?”, Blaise asked, when you stood in front of them.

Pansy nodded eagerly. “Do you want me to show you?”

“Rather at another time. I really thought you were a hopeless case.”, he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but feel surprised when you heard Blaise making such a noise. To you, he had always appeared very serious. Or maybe you were just surprised he could speak that much at all since in class his answers were mostly taciturn.

“I had a great teacher.”, Pansy smiled, pulling you even closer to the group.

You threw the boys a shy smile, slightly intimidated by the three Slytherins.

“Oh yeah, feel kind of sorry for you.”, Blaise said, turning to you now.

“No need to be sorry, she did great.”

“But without you I would still producing some mud.”

“Or brine.”, you giggled.

Blaise raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Sounds like you didn’t do so great after all.”, he mocked.

“Oh I did.”, Pansy stated, before she added quietly: “After I nearly poisoned her.”

“It wasn’t that bad. And I also got a good reparation.”

“Looks like Draco was right after all. You´re way too smart and way too kind to be in Gryffindor.”, Blaise said.

You looked at him in surprise. But before you could react, Draco did.

“Just shut it Blaise.”, he grumbled. “I don’t think I have ever said that.”

You looked at the blond boy with the slightly rosy cheeks, shooting a deadly glance at his friend. The thought that Draco Malfoy at some point might had actually complimented you, made you blush.

Little did those people know that you had a crush on the Slytherin boy for quite a while. You had always thought that Draco was quite handsome, but since he had always been such a prick, especially among Harry, you decided to not give it any more importance. But then, a few months ago, he had practically fallen in front of your feet. You still remembered how he was holding on to your arm, in a desperate attempt not to fall. When he had caught his balance again, he mumbled a quick excuse, before he disappeared again, probably embarrassed about himself. But for some reason, the warmth of his hands and the look of his grey eyes were carved into your mind. And when he, only a few weeks later, had called you out, because you had dropped your quill, all you had done was stare at him in awe. Since that day, you were wondering if Draco might not be as bad as everyone always stated. But still, you were trying to tell you that you were just slightly attracted to him because he was, objectively speaking, quite attractive. But a part of you knew, that the way your heart skipped a beat, whenever his gaze unintentionally met yours, wasn’t normal.

And now you were standing right in front of him, while his presence made you feel dizzy once more. You had the sudden urge to tell him how stupidly attracted you were to him, but you were already used to having to resist the feeling of making a fool out of yourself whenever he was around.

“Oh yeah, about what should we talk about then? The way you always stare at her? Or how you…”

“Enough Pansy!”, Draco´s voice was sharp as he interrupted his friend. Then he turned around to you. “Sorry for that. She´s just making fun.”

“Am I?” Pansy wiggled her eyebrows.

You felt your heart drop, harder than you would have expected it to at his confession. But you forced yourself to smile and shrugged your shoulders.

“Friends can be very annoying sometimes.”, you said.

Draco let out a sight of relief and nodded.

“You have no idea.”

You laughed. A laugh that made Draco think some choirs of angels were singing. And it was because of him. He made you make that sound. Now that he knew he was able to make you laugh, he could die as a happy man. Unfortunately, you had no idea that he was feeling like this. Because if you would, you might have stayed a little longer, maybe forever, but you simply just didn’t know. And that was the reason you were now ready to go before it would get any more embarrassing.

“I think I really have to go now.”, you stated.

Pansy and Blaise looked at you in disappointment.

“Already?”, Pansy asked with puppy eyes.

You nodded.

“Need to freshen up before dinner. But if you need my help again, just tell me. This was actually quite fun.”

“I will. Thanks again.”

“You´re welcome.”, you smiled, before you turned around, relieved and sad at the same time you would finally get out of this situation.

“Didn’t you give them to her?”, Blaise whispered, as soon as you were out of earshot.

“I did.”, Pansy replied.

“Did she eat them?”

“Two of them. This was more than enough.”

“Then why didn’t it work?”

“What didn’t work?”, Draco interrupted his friends as soon as he had liberated from his rigidity, staring at the spot you had just been standing and processing what had just happened. “And anyway. What is wrong with you? Did you want to make me a fool in front of her?”

But Pansy quickly shushed him, a move not many would have dared to make.

“I don’t know. Maybe it lost its effect?”, she told Blaise, ignoring Draco´s questions.

“But why?”

“I have no idea.”

“But you came up with the plan.”

“I know.”

“Well it wasn’t that brilliant after all.”

“You don’t have to tell me, Blaise.”, Pansy hissed. Then she sighed. “Not only that it didn’t work, but I also lost all the cookies to her.”

Blaise groaned. “What now?”

“I don’t know.”

The two remained silent, until Draco spoke up.

“Okay, what are you talking about? And for the love of Salazar please tell me by cookies you didn’t mean those of your mother.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight. She didn’t just ask you for help, she also gave you cookies?”

You could hear the disbelieve in Hermione´s voice. You were sitting in the common room with her, Ron and Harry. You nodded.

“I really don’t know what to think about it. There was nothing wrong with anything that had happened, still, it feels… strange.”

“Maybe they poisoned the cookies.”, Harry suggested.

You shook your head. “I´ve already eaten some of them. They are nothing but tasty. You can try them if you want to.”

Hermione and Harry declined, but Ron gladly grabbed one and shoved it into his mouth.

“Bloody hell, they are amazing!”, he stated.

You nodded in agreement and took another one as well.

“Maybe they want to gain your trust.”, Harry continued.

“Okay, but why me?”

“You´re a Gryffindor. You´re the enemy.”

“But why me and not someone else?”

“You´re way to trustful.”

“I´m simply not as paranoid as you.”, you snapped back, slightly offended.

“It´s not paranoid if it´s about Malfoy.”

“It wasn’t Draco it was Pansy who asked me and if…”

“Draco? Did you say Draco?”, you suddenly heard Ron´s voice from the armchair next to you.

Confused about the interruption, you stopped and looked at him.

“Yes.”

“Draco Malfoy?” The sound of Ron´s voice was strange. You frowned.

“Do you know another one?” “The pretty one with the nice blond hair?”

You nearly choked on your cookie.

“If you want to put it this way…”

“What, do you think he isn’t pretty?”, Ron sounded quite angry.

“Ron, is everything okay with you?”, Hermione asked carefully.

A silly grin spread across Ron´s face as he nodded.

“Never been better. It just feels so good to be in love, you know?”

You could see Hermione blushing.

“In love? You mean…”

“Yes. In love. How couldn’t I be? He is so amazing, don’t you think?”, Ron said in a dreamy voice.

You exchanged a confused look with Hermione and Harry.

“Who are we talking about again?”

“Draco. Draco Malfoy of course. I mean, just listen to the sound of his name. There is no other way than that he is an amazing human being.”, Ron sighted.

Harry hid his laugh by simulating a cough.

“Ron, are you serious? It´s Malfoy we´re talking about. You hated him since the first grade…”

Harry couldn’t continue, as Ron sprang to his feet, slapping Harry on the arm.

“That´s not funny!”, he yelled. Then he sank back into the chair. “I think I love him.”

He stared into the fire burning in the fireplace, lost in his thoughts.

“What do you think?”, you asked Hermione in a low voice.

She just shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe a curse or a potion. We should get him to Madame Pomfrey.”

You nodded, looking to Harry who by now seemed to acknowledge the seriousness of the situation. Then he stood up.

“C´mon Ron. We´re getting you to…”

“To Draco?” Ron looked at you hopefully.

“Exactly, to Draco.”

“How do I look?”, Ron asked.

“You look great Ron.”, Hermione said.

“Do you think he likes me too?”, Ron asked.

“Yeah, he does.”, Harry said.

“Do you know I really love him?”, Ron asked.

“Yes, you truly do.”, you said.

Those were the conversations you had while you walked through the castle, trying to shield Ron from all the curious glances of the few students who were still awake. You just prayed you wouldn’t meet Draco on your way to the hospital wing since that would probably be the most awkward encounter ever.

That´s what you thought when you turned around a corner. In the next moment, you groaned in resignation. Obviously, as soon as you thought about him, he needed to appear. In the most unfavourable moment. You tried to stop and turned Ron around, but that´s when Pansy, who was standing there with Draco and Blaise, saw you.

“(Y/n)!”, she yelled, while waving at you. “What are you doing here?”

Somehow Pansy sounded as if she would exactly know why you were still out now. Maybe Harry had been right. Maybe you were too trustful.

When Ron heard Pansy´s voice, his gaze shot up. When he spotted Malfoy, his hands started to shake and he bounced his leg up and down in anticipation.

“Bloody hell. Bloody hell! It´s him. Harry, it´s actually him. He looks beautiful, doesn’t he? I´m so nervous. What do you think? Should I just walk up to him? What am I supposed to say? Should I tell him I´m in love with him or should I just play it cool?”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other frantically. What were you supposed to do? But then you had a flash of genius.

“Okay, Ron. You should really tell him you love him. But I think you need a little bit more privacy. So I am going to talk to Pansy and Blaise, so they will leave the two of you alone. Okay?”

Ron nodded nervously.

“Okay. And what am I supposed to do?”

“You just stay here with Harry and Hermione and try to calm down. Maybe you could practice what you want to say.”

“Yes. Yes, I will do this.”

You glanced at your friends one last time before you walked up to Pansy, Blaise and Draco.

Pansy and Blaise grinned knowingly, while Draco looked just confused at what was going on. His friends still hadn’t told him what they had done.

“(Y/n), are you already missing us? Or at least one of us?”, Pansy smiled.

But you didn’t have time for her games.

“What have you done?”, you hissed at her.

Pansy´s face fell, as well as Blaise´s. Draco just stared at you in awe.

“I… I don’t know what you are talking about.”, Pansy stuttered, obviously surprised by your reaction.

“Oh, you don’t? What have you done? Did you try to hex me or smuggled something into my food?”

“Why would we do this?”

“I have no idea. You can tell me. But whatever your plan was, let me tell you it didn’t work out.”

“Obviously.”, Blaise mumbled under his breath.

You turned around to him.

“So Harry was right. You had a plan. You played with me all along.”, you tried to keep your voice low, so Ron wouldn’t hear you, but it was hard since you were as angry as you had never been before.

“No, that´s not what… We didn’t mean to harm anyone. We wanted to… Well, let´s say we wanted to help someone out.”

“Lucky for you no one is harmed yet. But that will change if I´ll get Ron.”

Pansy narrowed her eyes. Now all three of them looked as if they had no idea of what was going on.

“Ron?”

“Yes Ron, because he is very desperate to meet Draco.”, you smiled sweetly.

“Why? What does Weaselbee even want from me?” He sounded genuinely irritated.

“Declaring his love for you.”

Against your will, you had to smile. This situation was just absurd.

“He wants to what?”, Draco spit out. “(Y/n), you´re kidding me, right?”

He looked at you intensely, making a shiver run down your spine, but this wasn’t the right time for those kinds of feelings.

“Do I look like I am?”, you asked.

“Well, you must be. For what reason should he do this?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

You glared at the boy in front of you who just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Then you heard someone clear his throat.

“He can´t.”

You spun around to Pansy and Blaise, who looked by now very guilty.

“Why´s that?”

“Because he doesn’t know.”

You looked at them with narrowed eyes. Should you actually belief them?

“But you do.” It was an assessment, not a question.

“Ron tried the cookies, didn’t he?”, Pansy asked.

“Yes he did, but why…”

Now you realized.

“Lovepotion?”

The two of them nodded.

“You smuggled lovepotion into the cookies you gave me?”

“It was only meant for you. We thought it might be worth a try, since Draco… Nevermind.”, she said as she saw Draco staring at her with dangerousness in his face you had barely ever noticed.

“Doesn’t matter now. We need to keep Draco away from Weasly.”, Blaise stated and you nodded in agreement.

“If it has been a potion, we should go to Professor Snape.”, Draco suggested.

The thought of going to the one teacher who detested you with every fibre of his body jibed you, but since he was the potion master, it was probably your best option.

“You go first. Tell him what happened. I´ll get Ron. We´ll talk later about how absolutely disgusting it is trying to force someone to think they are in love.”

The others nodded in agreement, Pansy and Blaise shooting you some apologetic looks, and then they turned around, while you went back to Ron and the others.

Ron was already craning his neck to watch Draco, as he disappeared around the next corner.

“What happened? Doesn’t he want to see me?”, Ron asked. Tears filled his eyes at the mare thought of it.

You were quick to shake your head.

“They are preparing a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

Now Ron´s eyes were sparkling excitedly.

“Yes. A date for just the two of you. They told me where. Just follow me.”

And while Ron reeled behind you as if he was drunk -it was for a reason you said love-drunk-, talking to himself how lucky he was to be in love with such an amazing human being, you told Hermione and Harry in a low voice what had happened.

“Changes of plan we are going to Snape. It was a love potion. Some kind of sick joke. They are already waiting for us.

You knocked on the door of Snape´s office. Only a few seconds later, he opened the door. His face was blank, showing no emotion or what he thought.

“In.”, he sneered.

You threw him a thankful smile, which he didn’t react to -you hadn’t expected anything else- before you turned around to Ron.

“Let´s go. He is in there.”

Ron´s face got red in excitement, as he pushed behind you threw the door. Draco was standing in a corner, hands in his pocket and looked as if would rather be anywhere but here. You somehow understood.

Still, you would have given anything to keep the next moments on camera.

When Ron saw Draco, he froze.

“Draco.”, he whispered.

Draco looked as if he had given in to his fate and just gave him a short nod. That´s when Ron started to move again, rushing forward to the blond boy, who moved back until his back hit the wall. When Ron had reached him, he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in a tight embrace. Draco looked as if he wanted to murder him right here and now, but somehow he managed to just stand still and not react to any actions of Ron at all.

“I need to tell you something Draco.”, Ron purred.

Draco just shrugged his shoulders, looking as if he weren’t exactly interested in what Ron had to say.

“I love you.”, Ron said, who was all smiles. “You are the love of my life.”

Since Ron couldn’t quite stand on his feet anymore, he slowly slid off, until his face was pressed against Draco´s chest. Draco kept him there with a sight, preventing him from sliding down any further. Ron looked up to him in admiration, while he fluttered his eyelashes.

Draco looked desperately to Snape, who was looking for the right antidote.

“Professor, hurry. I am begging you.”

You looked at Pansy, Blaise, Harry and Hermione, who stood next to you, trying to hide their grins at the view in front of them. You were pretty sure none of you would ever forget this day.

Finally, Snape had found what he had been looking for, and pulled out a small vial. He walked over to Ron and Draco and handed it to Ron.

“Drink.”

Ron looked at the vial in his hand, then up to Draco, then to Snape.

“You aren’t half as pretty as Draco, you know this? I mean no one is, but you are in fact very ugly.”

You held your breath. The others did too. How would Snape react? To your surprise, he didn´t at all.

“His eyes look like diamonds but yours are just black. Black as your soul. And your hair is so greasy and dark, but his is so fluffy and nearly white.”

He tried to touch Draco´s hair, but since his balance was damaged, he somehow managed to grab his hair but then sunk back down again. Draco whimpered in pain as Ron pulled him on his hair down with him.

“Drink that stuff or I´ll kill you.”, Draco hissed.

Ron looked at him with widened eyes.

“I thought you love me.”, he whispered.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to control himself.

“Please drink that. Okay? Do it for me.”

Ron smiled at the last words.

“Anything for you.”, he said.

Then he grabbed the vial and drank it at a gulp.

Now you would just have to wait. But within seconds you saw the antidote doing its magic.

Slowly, the stupid smile vanished from Ron´s face and gave way to a confused face. Ron blinked a few times. Then he looked up and saw Draco´s face. Looking back down, he realized his face was still pressed against his chest.

Quicker than anything you had seen him do ever before, he jumped up, stumbling away from Draco.

“Bloody hell, what was that?”, he cursed, while finding shelter behind Hermione´s back.

“I was thinking just the same.”, Draco muttered as he tried to fix his robe and hair again.

Ron shook his head as if he wanted to get rid of what had just happened. Then he looked at Pansy and Blaise, who still looked slightly amused.

“You? It was you, wasn’t it? I swear to Godric, I..”

“Now that Mr Weasley is healed, you may as well continue this somewhere else.”, Snape interrupted you. You nodded and mumbled a thank you to Snape, but just as you were about to leave, he held you back again.

“Mr Weasley, for your insults you will receive detention for the next month. As well as Mr Zabini and Mrs Parkinson. Also ten points from Gryffindor for eating something poisoned, since you had been so stupid. Also, Mrs. (Y/l/n), ten points from you since you were the one who gave it to him. You may leave.”

Harry wanted to protest, but Hermione pushed him out of the door, saving him from getting detention too for what he would probably have said.

Just as you crossed the doorstep, you heard Pansy speaking up.

“Professor. Are there any reasons why a love potion doesn’t affect someone?”

“If it was brewed the wrong way.”

“And if it had affected someone else?” “It is always depending on many different factors how the potion works. The quantity of the potion for example, or in this case the attraction of the object of the desire. These are all factors that might influence the effectiveness.” “And if someone doesn’t respond at all?”

“In the case of this potion, it is simple. It creates a rapture, it is neither strong nor long-lasting. Also, it only affects the feelings the victim thinks it has for the other person, not their behaviour. If the victim for example already feels some kind of attraction towards the object of desire, they may not behave any different.”

You felt the eyes of the other students burning on you. Your face heated up immediately. You felt Draco´s gaze lingering on you, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, so you just stared at the ground in front of you.

“Now get out of here before you all receive a detention.”, Snape sneered.

Quickly you left the room before Snape slammed the door behind you.

An awkward silence spread across you. It was Pansy who broke the silence.

“Weasley? We´re sorry about… what happened. And now I was just wondering…” She paused. You thought she wanted to ask for Ron´s forgiveness, but then you saw the sparkling in her eyes. “If you have already planned a second date.”

That´s when you broke. The entire situation was too odd to not be funny. Hermione, Harry, Blaise, Pansy and you were laughing until the tears were running down your cheeks. Ron and Draco on the other hand glanced at each other hatefully.

“Let´s just forget this ever happened, okay?”, Ron mumbled as you had finally calmed down again, whipping away the last tears.

“Agreed.”, Draco said, giving him a short not.

“We will never let them forget this, will we?”, Harry whispered and Hermione and you shook your head simultaneously. And right next to you, Blaise and Pansy planned just the same.

“Okay, let´s leave, before Snape actually gives us detention.”, you suggested and turned around to leave. The others followed you.

“(Y/n)?”

You froze. A part of you had hoped he would just forget about a certain little detail Snape had mentioned, but maybe he didn’t.

Hermione turned around to you, raising her eyebrows, silently asking if you wanted her to stay, but you just shook your head and gave her a small smile. Then you turned around to Draco, who looked just as nervous as you did.

“I´m sorry about what happened.”, he said, rubbing his neck.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“It wasn’t your fault. Pansy and Blaise did this.”

“Yes, but they wouldn’t have if…” He stopped.

“If what?”, you asked curiously. You would have expected him to tease you about the fact that you obviously had at least a small crush on him. In your thoughts, you had already planned how to disappear and take a new identity, so you wouldn’t be reminded about this for the rest of your life. But for now, this didn’t seem to be Draco´s intention.

“I think they did it because I might have mentioned one or two times that you are kind of cute?”

Your jaw dropped.

Draco Malfoy thought you were cute?

“You… You think I am cute?”, you asked in disbelieve.

Draco turned slightly pink, what made him look even more adorable.

“Way easier to admit this now that I know… now that I assume that you might feel the same about me.”, he mumbled, still he didn’t sound as if it had been easy for him to tell you this.

“Well, you are kinda cute too Malfoy.”, you chuckled.

Draco looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“I´m serious (Y/n). Don’t make fun of me. I already regret telling you.”, he muttered.

“I´m serious too.”, you smiled. “But for real Draco. I… I really like you. I mean we barely know each other but I think I could grow into… well, more than just like you.”

Draco looked at you hopefully.

“You do?”

“I do.”

And your smile only grew wider as you saw his face lightning up at your words.

“So… Would you like to go out with me sometime?”, he asked, still nervous about your reaction, even though the look on your face already told him the answer.

You nodded eagerly.

“I would love to.”

“Great.”

Silence.

“Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?”, Draco asked after a few moments.

“Well, if you don’t mind.”

“I would be honoured.”, he chuckled and bowed lightly in front of you. The gesture made you giggle and the giggle made his heart beat faster.

When you reached the entrance to your common room, you were slightly disappointed. Not because of Draco. Actually, it was quite the opposite. In the few minutes he had walked you up here, you had had much fun. By now you were sure, that whatever was going on between the two of you, wouldn’t end with this day.

“Well, I am already looking forward to our date.”

Draco gave you a smile which you returned sweetly.

“If you want me to, I can also bring Ron. I´m sure we would all have lots of fun.”, you teased him.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Please, just let me forget this ever happened.”

“If you really think for one second, I will ever forget this you may not know me as good as you think you do.”, you answered with a cheeky smile. “The way he hugged you and looked up to you and, pulled your hair…”

“Oh, just shut up.”, Draco grumbled.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him in amusement.

“Make me.”

And before you even knew what was happening, Draco grabbed you by the waist and pressed his lips on yours. You returned his kiss immediately. His thumbs were drawing some small circles on your hipbones, while your hands traced along his chest. You sighted into the kiss at the feeling on his skin on yours.

When you finally let go of each other, panting heavily, you smiled cheekily again.

“Well, that wasn’t what I meant but still…”

Draco just chuckled bashfully.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to do this since forever.”

“I didn’t say I would mind.”, you grinned, placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Draco took that as an opportunity to pull you into a kiss once more.

It was a sweet and innocent kiss. Careful and tender.

You couldn’t help the smile that crept back on your lips when he took a step back and admired you.

“I really love your smile you know that?”, he whispered.

The smile only grew wider and you blushed madly, lowering your head, trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair.

But Draco was quick to cup your cheeks into his hands and make you look up to him again.

“Don’t hide love. You are so beautiful. You know that? The most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

“You don’t look in the mirror often, do you?”, you asked, making him chuckle.

“I do, but do you?”

When he saw the smile on your face again, he started placing short, sweet kisses all over it, making you giggle again.

“Draco, that tickles.”, you squeezed out.

But Draco didn’t care about your protest since he could hear in your voice, that you didn’t mind his actions at all, and so did your arms you wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“All mine.”, he whispered in your ear, when he placed another kiss shortly under it, making you shiver.

“Maybe you should take me out before you claim your ownership.”

“I will. Every day. Wherever you want. As long as you are mine.” “Yours.”, you whispered.

Draco placed one last kiss on your neck before he pulled back and looked into your eyes again. “Yes, you are. You are mine. And I am yours.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace and you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“If I mean so much to you, you will leave Pansy´s cookies from now on to me, won´t you?”

“In your dreams my love.”

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Enemy to Lovers

Summary: you go with your friends and Henry to an island, little you know what it will happen!

Warnings: unprotected sex. P in V. Face ridding, smutt, fluff, angst.

Wc: +-5k

( Henry e y/n, you are best friend with a woman whose husband is best friend with henry/ you secretly worked for the cia and henry for the mi6/ your friends didn´t know that you were enemies, always fighting over a clue on some case or some testemuny/ you had already got into serious fights/ during dinners in your friends house you´d always smile and tried to be polite, but you could feel tension/ they decided to go on a trip)

You worked for CIA, at England, since six years ago. It was a secret job, CIA had other undercover job for you, the owner of a bakery. You could say you had a normal life, excluding trips around the country for missions behind clues on cases, victims and assassins. You had been friend with Camilla since you moved to the UK. She's been your best friend, always supportive and respectable, which was perfect. She was a lawyer at a bank company and maried to Nicolas, Nick, who also worked at the bank. They loved to have dinners at their house, always inviting you, Camilla´s best friend, and Henry Cavill, Nick´s best friend. You were always happy to go, but there was only one problem, Cavill. You could say you were practically enemies. He secretly worked at MI6, who also had an undercovered job, as a baker, for your luck. The couple would always say that you should work togheter and this kind of things. You´d always laugh to not give up the disguise.

You had nothing against Cavill, if it were not for him always trying to still parts of your work to take it to MI6. You both had already fought over many things. The most serious fight was one, body to body: he was unarmed, you were with daggers. He left bleeding, and you passed out on the floor. You could barely look at each other without getting mad.

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It was the end of the year, and Cami and Nick were helding a dinner party at their house for family and friends. During dinner, Cami says for you to stay after it was over, she had something to ask you.

Dinner was over and there you stood, with the couple and Cavill.

"So, we have something to ask to you two. January third we are going to celebrate seven years of marriage in Maldivas´s island, and we would be very happy if you could come along. To show you how much it means to us your presence, we are going to pay your tickets to go and your accomodation." The couple said exited.

You didn´t know what to think.

"You have one week to answer us."

You both leave the house.

"Listen. Nick means a lot to me, so i´m going. I don´t think you should go." Henry says.

"Excuse me? Cami means a lot to me too. YOU shouldn´t go."

You both arf and go each to your houses.

The day of the trip arrives and you had already packed and was headed to Camilla´s house when suddenly, you see Cavill´s car parked in front of their house. You couldn´t belive you´d spent a week in a isolated island with your "enemy".

You entered the house and greeted the couple. You and Henry did your little "play".

You four head to the airport.

"My and Nick´s sits are B5 and B6. Your´s and Henry´s are E17 and E 18." Said Camilla to you. You didn´t like the idea of sitting with that jerk, but at least you were on first class. When you saw Cavill again, by his face, Nick had already told him the "great news".

You entered the plane and Cavill sat by the window. In the middle of the flight, you fell asleep, and, when you woke up, you were resting your head on Cavill´s massive shoulder. He was sleeping, so he didn´t noticed. You thanked god, otherwise he´d proably laugh at you for the rest of your life. (Little you knew that he was secretly awake and enjoying the little touch).

The plane landed. You were all tired and headed to the hotel. It was a huge, luxurious hotel. On the rception, you had the delightful news that you and Henry´d be staying at the same room.

"When we booked, it was already taken most of the rooms. And for the days we needed, only these were available. These and the couple´s suit. But the room is enourmous and has two beds, so it´ll have space for you both. i´m sure." Nick said for you two.

You were not believing it. The thought was unthinkable. Camilla pulled you to the side and said: " Sorry, y/n. We really tried, but we only got that room. If you'll have any troubles, tell me and i´ll send Nick to your room and you can stay with me."

"It is your aniversary, i´d never take Nick out of your room."

Cami smiled at you and said. " Thinking about it, Henry is really not that bad to look at. And the conversation will never stop, since you work in the same area. Think about it, girl." She winked at you, with a mischiveous smirk.

"You don´t exist, you know that?" You said.

Each of you went to your room. When you opened the door, there it was, only one COUPLE´s bed.

"There'd been a mistake, let´s go to the recpetion again." You said.

"Sorry, lady y/n, but that is the only room available. I´m sorry for our mistake, the site must be wrong, we´ll fix it right this afternoon!" The receptionist explained.

You went back to the room.

You looked at him.

"What now, mister smart pants?" you asked.

"You can sleep in the bed. I´ll order a bunch of pillows and blankets and sleep on the floor."

"Fine."

He called the reception and thirdy minutes later, a guy arrived with five pillows.

"Thank you, i have a bad lower back, so i need all this to sleep." He explained to the guy at the door, who was with an interogative face.

The first day, you four went to explore the hotel, to know all its activities and places to eat. The night came. Henry used the bathroom first, than you. You had rules: he´d shower and brush teeth first, to not rush you; right was your side, left was his. You didn´t speake to each other unless in front of the couple.

The second day of the trip ( one day after you arrived), Nick sugested for you to do a beach day, to rent a tend and spend the day there. The idea was lovely. You had so much fun, the food was great, girl talk with Camilla were amazing, and even Cavill behaved himself.

"So, how it´s been staying with Henry?" Asked Cami.

"It´s fine."

" i can imagine, that piece of fresh meat all around during the day. I don´t know how, but his scars make him even more handsome."

"What scars?" You didn´t notice, since you looked at him as minimum as possible.

"The one on his thigh, on his arm and on his lower back. I don´t know how he got it, but it seems pretty deep."

You looked at him, trying to catch sight of it.

"I had never seen him in summer clothes before, so i didn´t knew he got them."

The rest of the day was peacefull. You went back to your room and made your rotine. When Cavill got out of the shower, you glanced at his scars. You couldn´t tell why, but their places seemed familiar to you. You both were already layed.

"Good night." Cavill said.

"Good night."

The next day Cami wanted to see the capital. Another day passed.

The next day, you went to see the museum on the ocean. The couple had already dipped, so, the only known person you had to ask to tie your bikiny bra was Cavill.

"Do you know how to tie?"

"Do you know how to not say offensive things?" He said as he tied. When he went to put his oxygen tube, you heard him sigh. As you looked at him, his hand was on his lower back.

"Is that to heavy for you, big guy?"

"Shut up, fainty girl"

"You shut up, blood boy"

After the diving, when you came back to the little boat, your blood presure was low. It was normally low, but you were feeling weak. You managed to get back to the hotel looking fine. In the hall to your shared bedroom, you lean against the wall. He looks at you and see your eyes are narrowed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes!"

"Sure, you almost fainting again means that you are okay."

"Look, just shut up and go to the room."

"I can´t let you faint here, it´ll destory the trip."

"Lovely."

"Lean on me, i´ll help you to the bedroom."

"Not a chance, bloody." Suddenly, you black out.

You woke up on your bed. Henry was already asleep. There was a glass of water and some crackers left for you on your nightstand. You drank and ate it. After brushing your teeth and taking a shower, you were laying on yor bed, trying to go back to sleep, when you suddenly notices the situation of Cavill´s "bed". He only had 6 pillows and a sheet to make as bed, excluding this itens, he was on the bare floor.

The next day, Cami said that you were having a spa day. Some parts it would be the four of you togheter, some parts you and her or you and Cavill. Your muscles had never been more relaxed in your life. It only had one hour and a half left to end that spa day, before going back to your room and preparing yourself for dinner. You and Henry were put togheter at that time; you´d just have the final massage at the same room. You two were only in a towel, alone in a room, waiting for the massues.

"Thank you for the care last night. And thank you for not telling Camilla about it."

"Your welcome. I understand how bad it is to feel weak."

Time passed and you finished your massage and the dinner, then, you went back to your room. Before getting in the shower, you looked at Henry and asked:

"Didn´t you ask for blankets also?

"They didn´t have it, it is a hot island, after all. I forgot this wasn´t England."

"How can you sleep?"

"i don´t, actually."

You raised your brows to him.

"i´ve already been more days with bad sleep."

You didn´t believe him. It seemed that he´d lost 20 pounds and he had black eyes.

"You don´t seem ok. It´s clear that you lost significant weight. You konw, since you helped me, i´ll let you sleep in the bed, tonight."

"No. Then you´ll have to slepp on the floor."

"We could share the bed. We´ll make a pillow wall."

He seems to think for a while. But then, his ego gave up and he accepted, recognizing that he really didn´t look really healthy. After your shower, you saw two pillows in the middle of the bed.

"Why didn´t you put four pillows?"

"I need two for my lower back." He explains as he goes to the shower. After 15 minutes,he came back, only in a black pajama shorts, since it was hot as hell. Now, you were both layed.

"What happened to your lower back?" You interogated.

"I got stabed, it hitted the muscle; now, it is hard to get comfortable with it ragged."

Half an hour passed, but neither of you were sleepy.

"Haven´t slept eighter, hein?" he groaned.

"Yes, it´s been ages since i din´t relax like that, so i think my body instinctively feels alert." You commented.

"Same."

He looked at you and solicited:

"You know, what if, just for this night, we forget our jobs and have a conversation with each other, like normal people?" he asked.

"How can i forget how to be a baker?" He gave you a chuckle. You liked the sound.

"I could do that, for this night." You said.

"How long have you been working there?" He asked.

"Twelve years. And you?"

"Fifteen. ... Are your blood pressure always low?"

"No, just when i feel pressure over my body."

"Where are you from?"

"I was born in Krakow, but raised on Boston, EUA. I heard Nick saying you are from London."

"Yeah."

"If it weren´t for our jobs, we could have been friends, i think."

"This inteligences should have an organized diplomacy between then, so it wouldn´t affect anyone lives."

" It really should. I´m sorry for you having to sleep on the floor. I was rude on not offering you the bed before."

"There is no problem."

"If i may ask, how did you get those scars? I don´t know how, but they seem familiar to me."

"Well, i got them at a wednesday night. I nedded a video tape from an assassin, but other agent from another secret service showed and, we fought for it. I took the tape in the end, but i left bleeding."

"Henry, are those...are those mine?" You say, stretching an arm to feel the scar from his arm.

"Yes."

"i didn´t knew it hitted you so deep, i´m so sorry. Oh my god, am i the cause of your lower back pain?"

"I could say so."

You didn´t know what to say. You were feeling terible, he wasn´t a bad person, he was just doing his job. You moved next to him and gave him a soft hugh. "I´m so sorry, i didn´t mean it. You must hate me for this."

"You were just doing your job. You were under pressure. And i started the fight, anyway."

He smelled good, and he was warm. Secretly, you wanted to stay hugged to him.

"If our jobs can´t be diplomatic, maybe we can. So we can avoid more disasters."

"i think that is a great idea." As soon as he finishes telling you this, you fell a thick hand embracing your shoulder and pulling you closer. You didn´t move. Did he also like the hugh? "Is it okay?" He asked, looking at you. "Yes", you said.

"S-since we are not hating each other this night, may i say, you look cute in bathing clothes."

You blushed, looking down. "You are not bad, too" You feel his hand through your hair. You didn´t pushed it away, so he understood the sign: It was all okay from you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to straddle his waist.

"One night, love?" He asked.

"One night." You responded.

He was layed on his back and you were on top of him. You leaned and gave him a soft peck in his lips. You pull away and look into his eyes, your hands cupped his cheeks.

He placed you on his lap, while sitting. Then, his mouth sharply attacked yours, tongue asking permission to explore your mouth. As you gave it, he lifted you and possitioned you on the bed, staying on top. He broke the kiss to take of your tank top (you weren´t with a bra, since you were going to sleep) and went to work on your breasts. He sucked one nipple while one of his hands were supporting him on the bed and the other were tracing your thigh.

"Please, pet, open your legs for me."

You opened, but not enough for his opinion.

He left your breasts and went down. He gently took of your short and penties. But then he brutally grabbed your knees saying: " I said, before, for you to open your legs". It burned were he was touching you. With your knees in his hands, he placed then on his shoulders and went down to your cunt. He passed a hand and licked it, looking at you. "Well done, y/n, already wet for me". He gave kisses at your inner thighs, trailing them to finally lick your folds. "Daddy´s girl, say a number until 20".

"four"

He quickly bit your clit, making you scream in pleasure and surprise. He inserted two fingers inside you, curling them at an affordable pace, while sucking your cunt like a hungry man. You put your hand on his head, signaling to go faster. He did as you plead, making you a moaning mess. You feel a heat grow in your stomach.

"Hen-ry, i think i´m gonna...". You cum before you could finish.

He places a soft kiss to your belly.

"Sit, my dove". You sit. He lays almost in the middle of the bed. "Now, sit on my face."

"Are you crazy? if i not kill you first, you´ll be injured!"

"Baby girl, have you never done that?"

"No."

"I am sure you will like it. And you would be in completely control."

He gave you his hand to gide you to kneel over his face. You now were hovering it. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down. You were scared and resisted to him. "I´m to heavy. I´m not skinny, you are going to suffocate, or i´ll even break your neck or your nose". He became impacient and pulled you down, even you trying to resist to him. As soon as you sit, you feel his wet tongue circling your hole. You let a moan out. He let go of your hips and you got out of his face. "See, nothing happened to me. You are not heavy. You are perfect. You are entirelly perfect. Now do as i told you." You slowly sit back at his face. He starts to eat you, putting his tongue inside you many times, his tongue dancing all over your vagina. He roughtly smack your ass and growl. He was making you feel every sensation you could before cumming again. As soon as he growled again, you came on his mouth, soaking his chin. You get out of him. He was going to lay you again but you stopped him. You guidded him to sit on the edge of the bed and take of his shorts; you kneel, taking his already hard cock in your hand, smoothing a little before putting in your mouth. As you did, he shivered to the attention being given to his erection. You hollowed your cheeks and started to take it as deep as you could. The tip hitted the back of your throat, making you gag, the vibrationg hitting his sensitive spot, making him moan roughtly. He takes your hair and starts to guide your pace. You noticed he was reaching his orgasm and started to give special treatment to the tip of his dick, however, he sarted to try to pull it of. "what are you doing?"

"I´m not gonna cum on your throat. Not today, pet."

He pushes you away and you lay on the bed. He places himself between your legs and insert two fingers inside you, straching you out for him. He leans and takes you to a kiss. Suddenly, you fee him entering you. You break the kiss and moans to loud, your nails scratchin his back. He starts thrusting. The sound was intoxicating. You buck your hips, meaning for him to go faster. His thrusts became hard, but not hard enough to leave bruises, since you´d have to wear a bikini tomorrow. His breath were unsteady and you were soaking. "Henry, it´s comming!". After a couple of seconds you cum all over him. "Do you want me to take it of? We forgot the condom."

"No need, tomorrow i´ll take a pill. Go ahead, daddy." As soon as you finished, he let out a shy moan and came. He quickly kissed you before getting out.

He laid beside you, without breath. You get up and straddle him.

"You know, secretly, i´ve always wanted to ride you". You say massagim his cheast. You possition him in your entrance and you sit on it. He sits and hugs you. Then, he grabs your waist and you place your hands on his shoulders. You starts to move your hips and he follows your pace. After some kisses your speed increased and you both cum. You stay on top of him for a while, hugging his huge torso. Suddenly, he slightly arched his back. He hoped you didn´t notice the stiffnes of his muscles, but you did. You imediately get out of him.

"is it your back?"

"it´s nothing."

"of course it is." You say upset.

"Darling, it was just a little stiffness, i´m getting old". He kisses your cheek. "Let´s go take a bath, we are both soaking wet". He lifts you on his arms bridal style and caries you.

After the bath, you were cuddling in bed.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"Three am."

"Hen, how did you know what i liked during sex?"

"Well, you have been always in a defensive mood, always trying to prove yourself, how you never need help. So i thought that it had a big chance of, actually, you just wanting someone soft and caring for you, leading and helping. Besides, you didn´t stop me, so i just kept going."

You blushed at his explanation. "Henry, why did you ask me to say a number, before?"

"Oh! I wanted to know how many times I'd make you cum."

You then realised." What if I had said twenty?"

"Well, then I guess we would be up until the sun rises".

You looked at him incredulous.

" You know, that face sitting thing, i think i should try it more times."

"My face is always available for you whenever you want, dove". He says with a smile.

You both stay in silence for some minutes, then you say: "You know, maybe, we could repeat the sex. We just let our work go, and we be ourselves for a while."

"I would very much appreciate that." You both fall asleep.

The next morning, it was your last day on the island, so Camilla decided to spent the day on the beach again.

"What is that between your legs?" Camilla asked.

You looked down to see light bruises at your inner thighs.

"i must have beaten somewhere."

"I imagine that Henry´s lap could be called somewhere." She says laughing.

"Hey! I could have sleept with anyone!"

"Sure, then Henry´s back scratches are from somewhere unknown as well". Camilla smirked.

"Oh, shut up". You both laughed.

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Newcomer : Simon Riley x reader pt 1

Ever since she was a kid she was learnt how to be obedient.

A good girl.

Always listening to her parents, doing whatever they told, listening, being the best student in the school, always with the best grades, sticking with the rules.

Some things changed when she entered the teenagerhood. The "rebel age". Questioning a lot of things, defying her parents, trying to find her own way. It didn;t exactly work well with her parents, who would much rather she was still a kid, that they could control in any way they saw fit. But since she stopped listening to words and taking them for granted, the methods of their behaviour upgraded as well.

Every time she did something her parents believed to be wrong (meaning: done in the way that was diffent from theirs) she was called names, yelled at and condemned to cold treatment until she apologises.

Whenever she tried fighting her way or proving her point or straight-forward call her parents on their bullshit she ended up on the floor, being choked or hit, screaming at the top of her lungs, scratching and wriggling in pain. Sporting the bruises and marks long after cause her father was not a man who took objection well and definitely not the one to pull his punches.

So she moved out.

But pretty much it didn;t change a lot in her mentality.

Yes, she became successfull and made a career.

Yes, she aced in the professional area.

But her personal life was a mess.

And while her "friends" were getting married and having kids she was alone, save for that one guy she was hanging around thinking he cared for her.

But it clearly was not enough.

Every family meeting was met with more and more intrusive questions and moralising that a woman her age should have a husband and a family and a proper life and not spending time solely on her work.

Constant comparision to the kids of her parents' friends was not good for her mental health, since obviously she was a failure in that juxtaposition.

No one ever ask how you doing anymore cause they know nothing good is happening in your life.

Truly there's nothing to say when my colleagues keep talking about their kids with nice family life.

You fucked up your own life. You must have kids at some points.

I am just so tired of admiring other's kids without being able to show off my own grandkids!

You are mental for saying that you don;t want kids!

As fucked up as all those comments from her parents were they were making her feel like a walking disaster. No one. A trash. It was like all her mother and father saw in her was an empty womb that seemed to be a disgrace for the family. Apparently, nothing else in her life was worth mentioning in this competition.

And it fucking hurt every time. Like a shot in the heart cause being alone was not something she choose.

But after months and months of hearing all those harsh words, she made a few mistakes....

Long story short, one night with her so-called-boyfiend ended up with her being pregnant.

And said boyfirend laughing in her face, while calling her a whore, profoundly explaining why the bastard was not his problem at all and leaving her alone, disappearing from her life.

Yes, she could have terminated, but it was not something she could live with in the long term.

So she was keeping the baby.

***

"You whore!" her mother yelled at her

"you both wanted grandkids!" Y/N laughed maniaclly in response "there! your dreams just came true, you should be fucking happy!"

"You're an infamy. You have an illegitimate child, no husband, not even boyfirend, no one." her father added cruelly "do not expect any help from us."

"But--" she stuttered. This was not something she saw coming. But the facts stood clear - her own parents were pretty much disowning her, leaving her completely alone to tend to herself and the unborn baby.

"Get out of this house Y/N. I don;t have a daughter from today."

"But mom-"

"You heard what your mother said. Get out. Now."

It was terrible on so many levels. Not only because they kicked her out, but also because they still wanted the girl who would follow their every order, not realising she was a grown up woman.

So obviously she left. Trying to wrap her head around what happened and figure how to deal with everything alone.

And that was when Simon came into her life.

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This is probably the most niche thing I have ever posted but I just finished playing Tyrion Cuthbert: Attorney of the Arcane ( a game you should totally play btw!!) and I have many horrible thoughts about this man. I´m going to go insane if I don´t put this out into the world sooo... here we go!

I also feel like at some parts it kind of doubles as a character study so take that, I guess?

MAJORS SPOILERS FOR TYRION CUTHBERT: ATTORNY OF THE ARCANE! Please play the game!

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General Yandere! Aster Headcanons

So Aster himself is a very interesting character in my opinion. He´s very idealistic and sees the corruption of the nobility in the kingdom to be completely unacceptable. He cares a great deal about the commonfolk and because of that, the crown prince is very well-liked by the public, even before he becomes the king

Compared to many other nobles who are haughty, arrogant, or intimidating, Aster gives off the vibes of someone who is very friendly and approachable. Something about him just feels different in comparison.

And it is this friendly and open-minded appearance that would make his darling feel more at ease when approaching him to talk. Talking to Aster just doesn´t feel as scary or annoying as having to speak with other nobles. His positive attitude actually makes conversing with him an enjoyable experience

I think it might actually be more likely for him to fall for a commoner instead of a noble. Nobles in the court are cutthroat and only interested in their own wealth and power and Aster is just sick of that. You being a commoner means that there´s a better chance for you to actually be an honest and hard-working person, something I think he would want in a partner.

If you are a commoner, you might accidentally meet him when Aster is out and visiting the city for once. As we can see in Chapter 3, he would try to hide his identity as the crown prince from you if you don´t recognize him. He much prefers you talking to him as if he was simply any other person as opposed to you bowing down before him and carefully choosing your words if you were to find out who he was. He would instruct the Kingsguard to follow him a bit more discreetly, so as not to catch your eye and to never openly acknowledge his title when in your presence. He´d hate for this casualness with you to be destroyed like that.

You two talk about your daily life and the struggles you face ( him being very careful and vague when talking about his own profession, as he doesn´t want you to find out about his rank). Even though he gives off a cheerful and exciteable impression, he is indeed listening very carefully to what you have to say and makes sure to memorize it all. He needs to know everything there is to know about you, needs to know all of your preferences and opinions.

He listens especially carefully when you mention your frustrations with the nobility, how they wield all the power and money in the world and keep it to themselves while the common folk have to slave away while worrying about if they can afford the roof above their heads this month. His gaze noticeably darkens for a moment as he hears this but it´s quickly gone when he nods his head and agrees with what you´re saying. The nobility is a blight on this land.

It´s very frustrating for Aster to hear this because he knows it´s true. His visits have shown him firsthand how bad daily life for the common folk can be. He has seen with his own eyes how the members of noble houses can get away with absolutely anything. Even the justice system protects them, all their crimes are simply swept under the rug or an innocent civilian is forced to take the fall for them. It´s atrocious and Aster is so frustrated that nothing is done about it. He wants things to change but he´s only the crown prince, he doesn´t yet have the power to change things. He needs to bide his time until he becomes king and then he will rip all these corrupt off their power.

But it´s still quite some time until then so for now, he needs to focus on what he can do while he´s still powerless.

Hearing you speak about wanting to make the world a better place for the common folk in your own way with such conviction really resonates with Aster. All his life, he´s been surrounded by vultures trying to curry favor with him for when he ascends the throne in the future. He has seen countless forced smiles and false promises but he can see in your eyes that you speak with truth and honesty. And he can´t help but really resonate with that. He likes talking with someone like-minded that doesn´t treat him differently, someone that he can be himself around.

Aster can´t help but visit the city more frequently from then on, telling his father that he has important business to attend to there as an excuse. Well, it´s not really a lie, is it? Seeking you out couldn´t be any more important to him.

You´re quite surprised by how often you seem to randomly see Aster nowadays when you hadn´t at all seen him before but maybe he just moved in recently? You don´t know that he secretly orders guards to follow you around daily to then report to him what you did all day. As much as it pains him, he can´t simply go out every single day so hearing about your day is the next best thing. This way, he also gets to learn about the things you do in your day-to-day life or the things you do when you think no one is watching. Oh, how he longs to have been there himself, just watching you! His heart yearns for you and yet his princely duties often leave him way too busy to visit you as often as he would like to. But well, at least he always knows exactly where to find you if he ever finds himself with enough free time <3

But well, there is one very simple but very big problem with this situation, aside from him being the crown prince and you a commoner. He has been in an arranged marriage for years now. Ever since they were little, Aria Steelwind, a noble of one of the four main noble houses has been promised to him. And he has never been more disgruntled by this than now.

Sure, he did respect Aria in some ways. Instead of simply living her cozy noble life, she took her own path as a prosecutor to fight for justice within the corruption that is their justice system. She´s the only prosecutor willing to arrest a noble for their crimes and yet, her actions change so very little. What a naive fool she is to think that working within the system is going to have any sort of lasting impact.

No, Aster knows better. He has seen his father having to make all sorts of compromises to not displease the nobility when introducing changes. What was left were only hollow words and small changes. Small changes would never be enough to truly change this world for the better. Aster knows that if he wants things to change, he will have to take things into his own hands

From there on out, things would go over much like in the game during case 5, which is why this is my last major spoiler warning. Please do not continue reading from here if you don´t want the game spoiled for you as I will discuss the events happening at the end here.

Alright, so. Case 5. Naturally, for the sake of continuing this headcanon post, I´ll have to change up things a bit because otherwise, Aster is a little bit too dead to continue plaguing his darling afterwards. So let´s assume that in this timeline, Aster actually gets away with his crimes for one reason or another.

He used Aria´s affection and love for him and tricked her into signing a blood contract by disguising it as a marriage license. Now, Aster has full control over her mind and body, her soul forever his to use. And he didn´t hesitate for even a moment to use her as a means to further his own goals.

It was way too easy to use the contract to control her body, forcing her to go out and kill several important nobles attending the king´s funeral while he stayed behind, creating an alibi for himself. And truly, after several witnesses saw Aria kill these pesky nobles, who would ever think the new king would have anything to do with it? He wasn´t even close to any of the crime scenes!

And of course, it´s even easier to completely erase Aria´s memories of what took place. And now that he has completely covered his tracks, no one can prove that Aster had anything to do with it.

By doing all of this, Aster has killed two birds with one stone: He has successfully killed two heads of four of the main noble houses and his fianceé is going to prison for what she has done, effectively ending their engagement. Now Aster is the one sitting on the throne with the noble houses significantly weakened without a family head to guide them, making them less of a threat to his power. Now that he has all the power, he will change the kingdom for the better.

Of course, the common folk only learn about the fact that Aster has ascended the throne with the news kindly leaving out the fact that a massacre had taken place. Still, with this new information getting out it´s almost impossible for you not to learn of Aster´s true identity. All this time, the person you had been conversing with so casually was the then-prince, now-king of this kingdom. To say you´re shocked would be an understatement. What are you supposed to do now? Oh, you can´t even begin to think about how many times you must have disrespected him by speaking to him as if he were simply any other person. Surely nobles must have some sort of rules regarding addressing people, no?

Oh, you must have embarrassed yourself thoroughly in front of him! But then again, he was very nice when he was talking to you and even enjoyed joking around. So maybe he was different? You weren´t quite sure but thinking about it that way made things easier for you.

To say you were shocked when King Aster de Wyverngarde stood in front of your door one day would be a grave understatement. You don´t know what to say or what to do, now that you know who he truly was. Are you supposed to bow down in front of him? I mean he´s the king so you probably should, right?

Aster merely sighs disappointedly when you clumsily bow down in front of him.

"There´s no need for such formalities. We´re close, right? You don´t need to bow down in front of me."

"But.. you´re the king, right? I mean, it feels weird to talk to you so normally now."

He´s quite saddened to hear this. He knew this would be how you would react if you found out the truth, it´s the very reason why he went to such lengths to prevent you from finding out.

"Don´t worry, nothing has changed between the both of us. May I take you for a walk?"

He smiles and offers his arm to you, only nodding his head and assuring you that it´s fine when you seem to hesitate. So you go along and let him lead you out of your home and into the bustling center of the city, where the streets are filled with people. Naturally, everyone gathers outside and cheers when they see the new king walking along the streets.

Aster is very well-liked by the common folk for his open and honest demeanor and his willingness to help them. Everyone has high hopes for him, believing that he will be the one to finally make things fairer for them, the one to push back against the corrupt nobles using them for their own gain. And well, in one way or another, they´re certainly right about that. Aster doesn´t hesitate when it comes to removing vultures feeding off of other´s hard work.

After getting over their initial excitement over seeing the beloved king, people begin to notice that you´re holding onto his arm as he walks you around town with a wide smile on his face and people begin whispering amongst themselves. Who are you and why are you with the prince? Judging from your clothes, you are a commoner just like them so how do you know him? And young Aster seems to be holding you awfully close, is something going on there? Everyone has heard that the engagement with Aria Steelwind fell through because she had turned out to be just as corrupt as all the other nobles, breaking Aster´s heart. Were you his new love? It would certainly be something for the king to be in love with a commoner.

You´re beginning to notice the people whispering and you get quite uncomfortable at their staring when Aster suddenly stops and turns around to face you. You almost walk right into his arms at the sudden stop, a sheepish look on your face. Aster simply smiles and takes one of your hands into his, staring right into your eyes.

And then the rug is pulled from right under your feet as Aster gets down on one knee, the crowd quickly bursting into cheers as he pulls out a small little box and presents it to you.

"My love", he begins speaking and you feel your heart plummet into your stomach. You notice that he seems to be talking quite loudly on purpose, as the crown quickly reacts to his words, growing silent as to listen carefully.

" We have known each other for a long time now. We had to hide and share our love in secret. But from this day onward, I want us to show ourselves to the rest of the world, to let them see the love and devotion we have for one another."

You´re just standing there, frozen in shock, almost incapable of processing his words. Our love? Just what was he talking about?!

"As you well know, I have gone through immense heartbreak in the past, I have had my trust and heart broken once before but with you, I want to start over. I trust you completely and vow to be by your side for all eternity if you will have me. I love you more than anything, my love. Will you give me the honor of taking me as your husband?"

The atmosphere is tense, the people around you holding their breath in anticipation but some voices still ring out from inside the crowd.

"I can´t believe it, a king proposing to a commoner! His love for them must be so strong, it´s so romantic!"

"The king is such a kind and benevolent soul, they must be overcome with happiness right now! Look, I think they´re on the verge of tears!"

"It truly is terrible what happened with his past engagement. To be betrayed like that, His Majesty must have been beside himself with grief. He deserves this new chance at love."

You hear voices ringing out all around you, and you feel completely overwhelmed, unsure of what you should do now. Everyone looks at you so expectantly, everyone is practically screaming at you to say yes and yet, that´s not what you want. You´ve never even thought about marrying Aster, to have this sprung on you so suddenly is terrifying. You feel like you´re losing your grip on yourself when you suddenly feel a squeezing feeling on your hand.

With a start, you look down to see Aster holding your hand tightly, enacting almost an excruciating amount of pressure. The look on his face is more akin to a smirk now than the soft and innocent look he had before. He knows that there´s no way you could say no under these circumstances. By dragging you out into a public area he has forced your hand to agree to his proposal.

What foolish commoner would ever reject a king? It would be a blatant show of disrespect and they would surely be shunned by their peers for being so ungrateful. Furthermore, Aster had a great reputation amongst the common folk, no one would show you any sympathy if you tried telling them that he was lying about you being in love. Who would ever believe you over the ruler of this country? If they´re being charitable they would chalk up your protests to being shy about the entire ordeal.

You´d also have to be a real monster to reject King Aster´s heartfelt declaration of love after he had already been betrayed by his past fianceé not very long ago. How could you hurt him after what he went through? Of course, no one knows what really happened with Aria, no one knows how Aster was the one who used and manipulated her. The truth had been conveniently hidden from the public and twisted to serve his own goals. After all, who would want a known murderer sitting on the throne?

And it is through all this pressure that you finally crumble, a solemn expression on your face as you mutter the word Aster had been wanting to hear you say so desperately.

"Yes", you relent.

The dark expression on his face immediately vanishes and he gets up from his kneeing position, wrapping one arm around you while using his other hand to slide the ring on your finger. This is the happiest day in his life and sooner or later, you will see this his way.

Naturally, after what you had just witnessed, the facade is gone and you no longer see Aster as an innocent and kind person only looking out for the best of others. You don´t learn about the true darkness within him and the crimes he has committed in the name of "doing what needs to be done", but you know that he can´t be fully trusted.

Aster is of course saddened by this because he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you but he figures that there´s nothing to be done about it now. You will simply grow to love him in time, there is no other option for you now. Your fate is already sealed, how would you ever get away from the king and more importantly, your fiance? You two are engaged and everyone knows about it, he made sure that the news would be spread fast. A king marrying a commoner is very unorthodox and almost scandalous but if anything, it only makes the common folk trust him even more.

Now that you´re engaged, Aster won´t let you stay at your old home anymore, he sends a carriage to immediately pick you up and take you to the castle where you will be living for the rest of your days. There, he will try to spend as much time with you as possible within his very busy schedule. He believes that sooner or later, you will come around to your new life. He understands that this must be all very shocking for you right now but he´s sure you will get used to it.

In the meantime, he will gift you anything you might ever wish for. Anything to get you accustomed to your new life by his side, anything to win back your favor after the stunt he had pulled when proposing to you.

Rest assured though that he´ll never let you wander away from him too far. You´ll spend most of your time within the castle walls and when he can´t be with you, he will still send guards to trail behind you and keep you safe while also keeping tabs on you.

He tries to be soft with you, trying really hard to gain back your trust. He quite likes holding you close, holding your hand, or kissing your cheek. It feels so romantic. This is the love he had been denied all his life, this is what he always wanted.

Naturally, he won´t let anyone interfere with your relationship. You are his and anyone that thinks differently has to be removed. He has no remorse when it comes to getting rid of any perceived rivals, though he wouldn´t get his hands dirty himself. Anyone that defies him must be removed, it´s the only way that he can build his ideal world, a world in which you are by his side forevermore.

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