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bluebellhairpin · 10 months ago

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Katsuki Bakugou X Secretary!Reader

Summary: Working as the secretary to the famous designer Katsuki Bakugou hasn't been easy - however you find out you have it easier than most. Soon after that, you find out why.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Power Dynamic (VERY inappropriate boss/employee relationship). Swearing. Smidge of making-out. Bakugou probably gives off manipulative yandere vibes. Reader; wears a skirt, is called 'baby', otherwise is g/n (unless I've missed something T-T).

Listening to: 'Donatella' by Lady Gaga - "I wanna dress you up in silk taffeta, tailor these clothes to fit your guilt, what's your size?"

Masterlist || Ko-Fi || Art inspired by the fic

The Bakugou brand was known all over the world. From Gucci to Balenciaga, Bakugou was a name everyone in the fashion industry respected - and when it came to the man behind it all, it was also a name to be feared.

Katsuki Bakugou, with his grown wealth, fame, and the power that went with them, was practically a god on earth.

You were the one lucky (or pitied) person chosen to work closely with him. A secretarial assistant job to none other than the man himself was a job so many people would die for. It was also a job many before you had almost died while enduring. No one had lasted longer than a year. It barely took a week for you to figure out why.

Katsuki wasn’t just a diva, or a bitch (although he certainly was those things too) - he was the devil in Christopher Goodyear Welt’s.

By three months working under the blond tyrant, you had decided your life could be worse. You weren’t sure why all his previous assistants weren’t able to handle it - not until you walked into work this morning.

Katsuki was already in his office - a situation you hadn’t come across yet since he had a strict nine-to-five schedule he adored - and was practically roaring at someone down the receiver of his landline. He had a temper on him, sure - he was as famous for it as he was for his designs - but you’d yet to see him quite this angry before.

“You wouldn’t know corduroy if you spent your nine months in the womb with it!” you heard as you set your bag aside and hooked your coat up. “Get me Eijirou you shitty prick!”

You settled at your desk, eying his shadow through the frosted glass as he paced back and forth as you powered on your computer. Your eyes flickered down to the phone on your desk - if you picked it up you’d be able to hear the person on the other end - however if Katsuki caught you eavesdropping more than you already where (not that you had much of a choice right now) you would be in a whole new world of trouble.

“Put me on hold, I dare you.” Was the final thing Katsuki said before slamming the phone back down. It became eerily quiet. You barely dared to breathe.

Hearing his footfalls softly stalk across the carpet of his office, you tucked your head down and opened a random email to look busy.

“Where the fuck have you been all morning?” Your eyes rose to meet his vermilion ones. He had on that black button down that made his shoulders seem extra wide. For a moment words failed you - but you kicked your brain into gear quickly.

“Sir, it’s only eight thirty?”

“I’ve needed you here since six.” he said, leaning forward with a hand sprawled across your desk, looming over you in a way you had become quite accustomed to, and sending a dizzying waft of his cologne in your direction.

“I was very unaware of that,” you said, almost apologizing, but then thinking otherwise. You had been learning quickly the things Katsuki liked people saying, and the things he liked less so. “What can I do now?”

“Absolutely fucking nothing. You’re useless now.” he leant back, waving you off and sighing. “I need a coffee.” he said, turning on his heel back into the office.

“Useless my ass - who else gets you coffee?” you mumbled, quickly clicking through the email so you didn’t forget to later. Katsuki could be an absolute bitch, but at least he hadn’t yelled at you specifically - yet.

The little kitchenette across from your desk made coffee runs very easy - the only issue was that it still took a while. No instant or pod coffee’s for the great Katsuki.

Ten minutes later and you were pushing the door to Katsuki’s office open with one hand full of cayenne pepper infused coffee, and the other holding the latest Vogue magazine that had just been dropped at your desk.

You wordlessly placed the coffee on a coaster, and the magazine went from the table into his hands before you could even put it on the table. He likewise silently started flicking through the pages - but you had things to talk about.

“What was the issue this morning?” You asked, straight to the point. He didn’t look up at you when he answered, instead stayed focused on the pages as he fingered through them.

“Some extra who can’t get his head out of the twentieth century.” He said, taking a large mouthful of his drink. If he liked it he’d say nothing - often the only time he gave his opinion on things was when he didn’t like something. “He won’t call back.”

“They always do.” You said, standing firm until you had the answers you sought - coming back to ask the same thing twice was such a hassle for the both of you. “I’d appreciate knowing what to say when he does.”

“I don’t care,” he said, flicking the magazine down in exasperation to look up at you with a heatless scowl. “If it’s Eijirou you can patch him through, everyone else is a complete waste of time.”

Your eyebrows raised in something akin to surrender as your hands smoothed down the fabric of your skirt.

“Don’t forget your meeting with the seamstresses after lunch.” You said, then left to return to answering your emails and phone calls.

You always took your lunches with Hanta - a seamster two floors below Katsuki’s office. You found him extremely chill after having to deal with your whirlwind of a boss. He was like your lifeline - better yet, he could keep secrets like it was nobody’s business.

“I walked in this morning and I swear the glass for the whole floor was rattling.” you said, looking down into your cup of canteen-supplied orange juice. “If I wasn’t so sure he wasn’t going to hurt me I’d probably quit.”

“You know I’m like ninety percent sure you’re his favorite.” Hanta said. Your eyes shot up to his, but he wasn’t looking at you.

“I doubt that would be hard,” you said slowly, “His past secretaries sounded super incompetent for a job this fast-paced.”

“No, not just a secretary, but a person. I think your his favorite person in the whole world.” he said, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “He can scream at me, hell he’s thrown punches at Kirishima, and he’s Kirishima - you though? He acts like you’re porcelain.”

You felt your face scrunch up into a frown, and a huge smile cracked over Hanta’s face. “I can see why he likes you - you look just as scary as him when you make that face.”

“Hanta Sero, you take that back!” You said, voice almost too shrill besides the hum of the lunchtime cafeteria rush.

“I will do no such thing,” he said, leaning back in his chair, and crossing his arms and legs in a slow, cat-like manner. “I think it’s hilarious. Needed something new to tease you over anyway.”

“I am simply going to ignore you then.” you said. You felt your face scrunch even more, before you took a deep breath to relax. “You don’t deserve my attention right now anyway.”

Hanta huffed a laugh, leaning forward on his elbows. “I think we both know who really wants your attention, and I’m not going to be the person to fight him for it.”

Katsuki’s afternoon meeting had gone smoothly - you thought that it must mean some catastrophic hurricane was due later that afternoon. Or maybe you’d get hit by a car on the way home. Either way, the pleasant meeting meant Katsuki was either in a really good mood - or a really bad one.

On his way back into his office, he threw an order to call Eijirou at you over his shoulder, before throwing the doors open and entering his office.

“It’s important.” he said, and that was where the conversation ended. When you dialed the number only to be met with the receptionist - not even patched through to Eijirou’s assistant Denki - you practically rolled your eyes.

“I’ve got Marcel!” Silence was the stern reply. You’d spoken to him a few times - not the nicest guy in the world, so in your opinion Katsuki’s hatred of the man was valid/ You didn’t want to speak with him either, so you hung up.

Then there was a call of your name.

“Come here!” You sighed, but obeyed and walked around your desk and into Katsuki’s office. You were met with a sight that wasn’t foreign to you - but it made your heart stutter all the same. He was leant back in his chair, a large drawing pad against his folded knee, and a pencil pressed into his cheek. He was watching you closely as you walked in, red eyes partially covered by a set of half-rimmed reading glasses.

Your boss was mean, but his looks could make the devil cry.

“I am… Promoting you.” he said. You felt your mouth fall open in shock.

“I - Sir, I don’t -”

“Katsuki.” he said, voice now as hard as his stare. “No more ‘Sir’. You call me by my name. Understand?”

“Okay…” you said, voice breathless as joy swirled in your chest (finally, your hard work and patience had paid off!), “Katsuki.”

At the sound of you saying his name, he declined further back in his seat, and smiled - wide and showing off both canines.

“That’s much better,” he said, as if he’d been waiting for the change of title formalities, “Now sit down, we have a lot to talk about.”

You went to sit at the chair in front of his desk but he shook his head, almost jumping to his feet like he’d had hot coffee spilled on his lap. His suddenness had you freezing.

“No no, not there,” he said, waving the chair away with disgust, “Over there.” He pointed over to the chaise as if it was the most obvious place in the room to sit, then sat back in his own chair again.

Turning, you took a tentative seat on the sofa, and looked across at him expectantly with your tongue between your teeth. His pencil had found a new home on the open page of his sketchbook, and you quickly realized he was going to be multitasking this impromptu meeting. However he was making little to no effort at starting this ‘talk’ he seemed so urgent to begin only moments ago.

“So is there anything else to this promotion besides being able to call you ‘Katsuki’, or is that it?” you asked. His eyes flicked up at you, pencil stopped, and the side of his mouth quirked up, before his expressions changed completely to one of disapproval again.

“There’s more.” he said. You could see how tempted he was to not say more, if only to push your patience and see just how far it went. “You probably should know about it, considering just how personal things are going to get around here.”

You felt your heart beat pick up as he stood to stalk around the desk.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going to need to find a new you, let's start with that.” he said, and pushed your shoulder back with the eraser end of the pencil. You fell back against the couch, and the pencil moved to guide one arm across the back of the chair - then crossed one leg over the other - then moved your other hand on top of your knee. Before you knew it you had been moved to pose like a sketching doll.

Katsuki gave you a once over, looking very pleased with himself (or how easy you were to manipulate), then walked back over to his desk. The pencil started again.

“You want a new secretary?” You finally heard yourself ask, voice coming out far too weak for your liking.

“More like you need an assistant.” he said, attention clearly divided between whatever he was designing, and your conversation, “Your schedule is going to be a lot busier as of now.”

“What do you mean?” you asked again. His head shook.

“If you ask that question again I’m going to have this conversation with you some other time.”

“You do know how badly you’re explaining this ‘promotion’, right?” you asked, voice coming out a little harsher than you knew was appropriate. But being proper can be damned, you wanted answers.

He just looked at you for a long moment with a knowing, albeit smug, smile. The sketchpad was dumped on his desk, pencil and glasses dropped on top.

“I’ve been hit with a new wave of ideas.” he said, “They’re amazing. New. Iconic. These designs fly off magazine racks and clothing store hangers like nothing else before. I couldn’t tell where the inspiration came from, not until I thought of when it all started, and the only thing notable about that was you starting to work for me.”

As he explained he stood slowly, came to stand before you again, now with the side of his leg pressed to your knees. Katsuki’s hand rose, and the backs of his fingers trailed across your cheek in a manner that was almost too soft, and too shy, to be an action coming from the harsh man before you.

“I need you with me, everywhere, from now on.” he said, voice low, softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I need you with me, and I don’t know how else to make sure of it besides making it your job.”

“Everywhere?”

“Of course, what use is an artist without their muse?” You had to admit, that forked tongue of his was making your knees weaker by the second. Was he truly saying you inspired him?

“You couldn’t have just asked?”

“I don’t need to ask,” his hand came down to grip your chin, thumb momentarily pressing on your bottom lip, “I get what I want.” Where his voice was getting stronger by the second, yours was sounding even weaker.

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” Katsuki asked, hand slightly releasing pressure on your chin - as if shocked at the thought of someone willing, and unafraid in telling him no. “Everyone wants to. Don’t you?”

“No,” you said quietly, completely letting your heart take over, no matter what could happen after. “I do want to.” His face broke out into that same wolfish grin as before - his hand snuck around to the hair at the base of your neck and found a firm home there.

“Then why not get paid for it while you do.” he said, an air of finality about the matter, and then leant down to capture your mouth in a searing, hard kiss. Hard enough that you could almost feel his teeth and jawbone trying to meld into yours - searing enough that you could feel heat swelling in your stomach and knees at how fierce and needy it all was. It took your breath away completely.

After a few long moments - long enough to have your eyes fluttering closed and your lungs burning - he pulled away.

Katsuki didn’t even look at you as he walked away, acting as if what he just did was a casual kiss on the cheek - while you were left feeling flushed on the sofa. Only once he sat down again with his sketchpad and glasses on did he look up at you. He licked his lips, as if making sure to taste whatever of you was left. His smile this time was very smug indeed.

“See baby, now you look perfect.” he said, then went back to drawing.

“What?” you asked, still breathless with your nails digging into the fabric of your seat.

“The lighting in here is foul, absolutely horrendous.” He said, “You needed a glow about you. Now you’re all flustered. it's perfect. With you finally in front of me, these designs are going to be breathtaking - just imagining them on you -” he looked up at you, quite suddenly stopping his train of thought, before wordlessly returning to his sketch.

From the way your heart felt like it was going to beat right up and out your throat you guessed he accidentally said too much. Had been too sentimental. Maybe Hanta was right - perhaps you were his favorite person.

You took a deep breath and stood to leave - only to be stopped.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked, voice almost a bark. “I need you here - you can’t leave now that I have you right where I need you!”

“I need water.” you replied, awkwardly pointing towards the kitchenette with wide eyes as if you were a child caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. He shuffled in his seat, huffing.

“Be quick,” he said. You could swear you saw the skin of his cheeks flush a tinge of pink as you turned away. He liked efficiency, and it was something you were pretty good at, but you hadn’t moved quite that fast before.

When you had agreed to your ‘not-so-little’ promotion, you were sent home with a whole new list of Terms and Conditions and - the more alarming of the two - an NDA.

With your lips still tingling from your apparent kiss from Katsuki, and your knees still weak, you weren’t able to do much more than graze your eyes over bits and pieces before deciding it was all okay. You should’ve taken the time to read it all.

You should always read the fine print when making deals with the devil.

The next day, almost as soon as you stepped into the building, you were met with Katsuki’s not-quite-other assistant, Mina, and whisked away to the seamstress floor. There you met Hanta, who himself had been up for the most part of the night - slaving over the newest design Katsuki procured as of just yesterday.

When you were told to get into a change room and strip - the carcass of a new dress in your hands - you were just shy of shocked.

“What - why?”

“Like I know how the mind of Bakugou works.” Hanta said, waving his hand around tiredly, trying to push you to close the curtain. “You know normally I have models in for this sort of thing - I mean you definitely fit the bill. The measurements, the dress is practically made for you. But it’s weird to me too that he got his secretary to do this job instead.”

“I’ve never done this before.” You whispered, clutching the covered mock-up to your chest.

“You’ll be fine,” Hanta replied, just as quiet, with his hand ready to close the curtain on you, “I’ve seen it on a mannequin - it’ll look fantastic on you. Just be confident.”

You tried your best to be confident - as pretty as the dress was, even unfinished with an unfinished hem and seams half-done - but it was leaving you feeling more exposed than you were used to.

The small changing cubicle had a mirror on one side - what for you weren’t sure. You’d seen plenty of models walk out of them only to have most of it adjusted with pins and cut off with scissors - often by Katsuki himself. You supposed it didn’t matter how bad it looked - you’d get manhandled until it looked the way it was supposed to.

With your hands smoothing the fabric on your hips - a nervous habit you showed too often - you took a turn in front of the mirror. It did look nice, even if it was only ivory muslin.

“ - Taking so fucking long!” Quite suddenly Katsuki’s voice could be heard - and even more suddenly you felt a great need to curl up somewhere and hide. He’s going to see you like this. He’s going to hate it. You are not prepared for this.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out your chest and leave a little blood trail all across the floor.

A hand curled around one side of the curtain divider and pulled it back. You let out a small startled yelp, bringing up your hands to cover your chest as if someone had dropped glass over a marble floor.

It was him.

“Oh shut up, no one else can see you.” Katsuki said, rolling his eyes before they laid on you in a hard stare up and down. He was right, besides the half-open curtain, you couldn’t see anyone through his broad chest and shoulders - not to mention the cheshire grin that was taking up half his face. “But I wouldn’t blame them for wanting a peek, give me a turn.”

You stood gobsmacked - where you seriously still processing what was going on? - and watched as his hip cocked to one side and his hands landed on his hips below the huge coat over his shoulders.

“You are starting a habit of forcing me to do things for you myself.” He said, taking hold of your hips and turning you slowly. His hands were warm as they moved you around in a small circle, leaving almost a burning trail behind over your hips, lower back and stomach. “I’ll let you know that’s not why I decided to fuckin’ like you.” he said.

His voice was soft, almost completely without its usual rough baritone. It shocked you, and as you looked over at him he wasn’t meeting your eyes - instead focusing on how a seam at your hip wasn’t seeming to sit how he wanted it to.

“What?” you asked quietly, aware there were probably others outside - Hanta even - and you supposed both yourself and Katsuki didn’t really want to let other people know exactly what you were talking about. Especially since it definitely sounded more personal than Katsuki ever had been.

“You did things for yourself. I liked that.” he said. Then, as if you didn’t just share what was most likely the most intimate moment of Katsuki’s adult life, he pushed the curtain back fully and grabbed you by the hand - exposing you fully to the handful of seamstresses waiting.

With a few barked orders, a flurry of people were at your sides, making adjustments. The neckline loosened, waist was made tighter, the blade of a scissor made another slit up your legs on the opposite side to the one existing. Your hands almost rose to clutch at the fabric at your chest in case it all fell away. Katsuki's hands rose to knock yours away.

“Don’t get in the way,” he mumbled, standing back. The others backed off too, apparently all taking a moment to look at what remained of the dress. “What do you think?” he asked, looking you right in the eyes. Your mouth parted, as if to answer, but the look in his eyes said he wasn’t even talking to you.

“One of your best.” Hanta said, barely needed to look up from where he was taking final notes to read his long-time associate. “Probably will be once it’s done. Beautiful.”

“You mean fucking divine.”

“You’re joking.” you said, carelessly holding the new dress in one hand as you stood angrily looking down at Katsuki.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” he asked, looking at you over the rims of his glasses.

He’d brought you back up to his office after the fitting downstairs, only to demand you change into another dress. The reason this time was completely unknown, and he was refusing to elaborate yet - worse, there was nowhere to change up here.

You’d have to strip and change here (with him in the room), or out behind your desk (right in front of the elevator anyone could use).

“I can’t believe…” you said, scoffing, now slightly gobsmacked along with your anger. “I’m not doing that.”

“If you think it bothers me, you’re mistaken.” He said, standing slowly and leaning over his desk. “Get changed. If you’re so protective of your modesty you can run along into the kitchen, see if I care. Just whatever you do, do it quickly. You’re making me wait long enough as it is.” Then he reached across and squished your cheeks between his fingers, pulling you closer so you leant over the desk too.

“If you really thought I was the kind of man to mix pleasure and professionalism then I’ve got news for you.” he said, wobbling your chin back and forth in his hold. “The only time you have to worry about that is if I invite you home, okay baby?”

While half of you was wanting to continue to defy Katsuki, you knew you were treading a fine line.

Letting out a huff, you pulled away, turned on your heel and held the dress out in front of you. It honestly wasn’t much more than a silk slip, but you’d had enough of an interest in fashion over your time to know this was very tame compared to many other dresses. Even compared to the one you wore not even an hour earlier.

Grinding you jaw in thought for a moment, you thought ‘fuck it’. Katsuki said so already but you knew someone getting almost naked in his office wouldn’t bother him - why should you let it bother you too?

The dress was thrown onto the chaise, and you pulled off your shirt as you slipped out of your heels. Your skirt shimmed off, and the dress came on. Despite refusing to look behind you to see what Katsuki was doing, you couldn’t help how your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest.

At least your underwear was matching, thank god.

You were about to do up the zipper when he made it clear he had indeed been watching you.

“No, take that thing off.” Your head whipped over your shoulder.

“Excuse me?” If looks could strike someone dead, a lightning bolt would’ve shot right through that window into Katsuki’s back. “I am not getting changed again.”

“No you bitch, I mean the bra. Take it off, it’s making the dress look daggy.” The way he said it made your face heat up. Duh.

“You could’ve said that before I put this much on, you’d think you’d have known that before now.” You grumbled, shoving the sleeves down again to unclasp your bra and toss it aside. Turning around again as you did up the zipper, you looked at Katsuki again, and the red of his eyes seemed darker than ever. You wondered if you’d said something wrong. Then his lip quirked up a bit.

“There’s my favorite secretary.” he said, and imminently tilted his head down to start sketching.

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izels-writing · 4 months ago

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l. evans — but daddy i love her! [2/2]

Pairing: lily evans x fem!reader

Summary: you finally confess how much you love lily.

Warnings: suggestive language, homophobia, religious homophobia, use of ‘homo’, forced to come out, had to use specific names for cousins sorry😔, panic attack, (let me know if i miss any warnings!)

PART ONE, PART TWO

being sneaky and secretive in a house with no privacy was incredibly difficult. more so when you were trying to hide the true nature of you and lily's relationship. the good part about lily being a girl and a presumed friend, your parents allowed the door to be closed. after all, it hadn't crossed their minds that you and lily would be doing anything of that nature with each other.

lily straddled your hips, pushing her chest to yours as she dipped down to kiss you roughly. her body meshed with yours and it took every power of your being not to flip your positions and push this further. your hands slid down her back, resting on his hips as she slid her hands in your hair. your lips were locked passionately, yet still on alert of anyone who may walk in.

your brother and sister were in their respective rooms, your parents being downstairs. while they had to keep their doors open with their respective partners, you did not. granted, they didn't know lily was your girlfriend.

you both heard footsteps and you threw lily off, sitting up and fixing your hair as lily slid onto the floor. she hit the floor with a loud thump, both of you bursting into fits of laughter to conceal the suspicious noise.

as lily stood up, she rubbed her hip and frowned. "ow.." she muttered, sitting back up on the bed.

"i'm sorry, love," you muttered. you kissed your fingers before pressing them on her hip comfortingly. "i didn't think you'd fall,"

"it's okay," she mumbled, sitting across from you on the bed. she smoothed out her hair and wiped the smeared lipgloss on her face. you quickly did the same.

it was a two days before christmas, and since both you and lily had done your shopping, your days had been spend indoors—specifically in your room. your mother's side of the family was coming in today, something you weren't too excited about.

you and lily both came from working class families. you were by no means comfortable, but you were not so impoverished that you could consider yourselves lower class. it was just the hand you'd both been dealt. however, your mothers side of the family was more than well-off. they were upper middle class—and they all loved to rub it in your faces every time they came to visit.

whether it was your cousins new balenciaga bag or your aunt's new gucci shoes, they always found some way to work it into a conversation. it never made you feel bad, you could care less about that stuff. but your mother always felt terrible not being able to say she owned designer things.

you glanced at the time and groaned, throwing yourself back on your bed. they'd all be here in two hours. and you could wait.

lily laid beside you on her side, her head resting on her palm. she pushed your hair out of your face, caressing your cheek for a second. "c'mon, they can't be that bad," she muttered.

"lily, they're so terrible," you groaned. "it's like they're the royal family without any status,"

lily giggled, kissing your face gently, moving to your jaw slowly. "well, at least you have me, right? we can deal with them together,"

you turned to her and smiled. "yeah, that is a plus to all of this. i just hope they don't notice the way we are with each other," you frowned. "my cousins do not like me, they find anything they can to tell on me to my parents,"

lily chuckled. "noted. now come on, you said we have two hours right?" she smirked.

you laughed. "yes, but we only need one," you replied, before sitting up and engulfing her in a rough kiss.

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two hours later, the calvary had arrived. you threw on your best outfit—a mini burgundy pencil skirt with a black v-neck long-sleeve. it wasn't fashionable, like your sisters or your mothers dresses, but it was your most comfortable outfit while still being nice. lily wore a sage green dress, it fitting close to her body. this was different from the dress she'd be wearing at the christmas dinner in two days, in that it was your second favorite dress on her and very tight to her body.

you came up behind her as she fixed her hair in the mirror, kissing her shoulder gently. she smiled, turning to kiss you softly.

"mm, not being able to kiss you these next few days is gonna be hell," lily groaned, laying her head on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "yes, the torture,"

lily scoffed. "shut up, you know you'll miss it too,"

you smiled. "i will, but after the 26th, we'll have free reign again," you promised. she sighed and nodded.

you heard the front door open and you sighed, ignoring lily's amused chuckle as you mentally prepared yourself as they stumbled inside. you motioned for lily to follow you as you both exited your room and made your way downstairs.

"y/n! come say hi to your aunt and uncle and your cousins, dear," your mother smiled, putting on the most enthusiastic tone she could. "lily, you as well! come!"

"i already did," lily muttered under her breath. you held your laughter, a huge smile spreading across your face to refrain from bursting out in laughter. she smirked at you subtly.

one by one, you introduced lily to your maternal side of the family. the last two were your cousins alex and taylor—who were a year older and younger than you respectively.

"lily, this is taylor and alex," you said, holding back your scowl as they both eyed lily. whether alex's gaze was flirty or not, you didn't like it.

"it's nice to meet you both," lily said, extending her hand. alex took it enthusiastically, checking her out. taylor nodded and muttered, "same,"

"anyway, let's go," you scoffed. you didn't want to spend another second with those two if it wasn't necessary.

"oh, y/n, dear! why don't you show alex and taylor up to your room? maybe you guys can hang loose?" your father said.

"oh my god, dad, no one says that anymore!" you scoffed. you motioned for the three to follow you, trying your hardest not to glare at your parents—who at the end of the day were just trying to make your family feel welcome.

"so lily, how do you know y/n?" alex asked the redhead. lily, oblivious to his obvious crush, smiled and looked at you before turning to him and replying, "we're best friends from school,"

"so, do you not have a family of your own to spend christmas with?" taylor sneered.

"shut it, taylor," you spat. "ignore her, lils, her mother drank too much when she was pregnant with her,"

taylor rolled her eyes. "whatever, you twat,"

"uhm, anyway, do you have a boyfriend, lily?" alex asked, eying up lily with a smirk.

lily then suddenly caught what you had noticed in the beginning. she paused and glanced at you before turning to alex and nodded, "i do, as a matter of fact,"

"leave her alone, alex," you scowled, pushing the door open to your room as the four of you piled in. "you guys can sit on the floor,"

"y/n," lily mumbled at you in warning. you huffed, "or the bed if you want i suppose," you added in response.

"whatever," taylor and alex mumbled, taking space on your bed as you and lily sat in the bean bag chairs on your floor. you sat by lily, beginning a conversation with her as alex and taylor did the same with each other.

——

christmas dinner soon came by and you couldn't be anymore uncomfortable. the awkward lapses of silence in your room was enough but now an entire dinner with people you disliked? it was crazy.

"and then we went to buy wagyu and they told us they were out! i mean can you believe it? we had to fire her immediately," your aunt scoffed.

your mother nodded, listening to her story but it was clear what she actually thought based off of her tight hold on her fork.

"your house is very quaint," your uncle told your father, who looked uninterested. "have you ever thought of upgrading into a nicer, roomier place?"

your house wasn't even that small. it was definitely slightly above average—they just had a eight room home so it seemed anything less was small to them.

"no, the means haven't come by for it," your father answered politely.

you uncle chuckled. "well, that's why you have to find the means,"

"oh my god," you muttered to lily, wanting more than nothing to leave them all downstairs and go into your room with lily.

"it's okay," lily muttered, going to teach for your hand under the table. but she hesitated and decided against it.

"so, my lovely y/n, how are you doing at hogwarts?" your aunt asked, smiling at you. "what grade or whatever are you in now? i mean how does that work?"

though her tone was nice, you knew she was judging.

"lily and i are both in our sixth year, same as a normal school," you replied firmly. "we've both got straight o's,"

"and what does that mean? i'm not familiar with that stuff," she laughed snobbishly.

"it's like having first class honours, in all subjects," lily explained politely with a smile.

"oh...excellent! my taylor and alex as well! except they learn the important stuff like algebra and literature," she concluded with a smug smile.

"that's great! i personally love shakespeare! have either of you read it?" lily asked both of your cousins.

"what's that?" taylor sneered.

"oh...well, i guess not all the important stuff, huh?" lily replied kindly. you smirked, noticing your aunts slightly infuriated face. merlin, you could kiss her.

your parents muffled their own snicker, while your brother and sister didn't try at all to hide it. even your uncle let out a cough to hide his laughter.

“anyway, do you two young ladies have boyfriends? my taylor just got a boyfriend and they’re just the cutest together,” your aunt bragged.

“yes, i do,” lily answered politely, glancing at you subtly. you shook your head, “no boyfriend for me,” you answered.

“really? what’s your boyfriend like, lily?” your sister asked curiously. “y/n never mentioned it before, i mean she talks about you all the time,”

you and your siblings were close, but given they were closer in age to each other than to you, you had never really told them either. you knew they wouldn’t tell your parents but you were still cautious.

“his names…jay, he’s very kind and funny and sweet and bea—handsome,” lily exclaimed. both of you prayed no one had caught the slip up.

your mother smiled. “he sounds wonderful, dear,”

“well, y/n knows not to date until she finds the right man,” you father joked. “he’s got to be the exact person lily’s describing, isn’t that right, love?”

he looked at you expectantly. you swallowed nervously and nodded, “of course, dad,” you laughed nervously. thankfully, it wasn’t out of the ordinary, given you always acted like this about your love life.

“i’m excited for you, when you do,” your brother answered sincerely. “maybe we’ll finally get you off our hands, i won’t have to buy you anything anymore—your husband’ll be in charge of that,” he laughed.

“as much as i want her to be happy, i’ll be upset when my girls gets married, but i trust they’ll find good men to make them happy—i know you understand,” your father said, looking at your uncle. he nodded solemnly.

“when my taylor gets married, i’m not sure i’ll be able to handle it,” he chuckled.

your heart sunk and your face paled as your father talked. he had a whole life set out for you. how could you go and break his heart? you wanted nothing more than to scream it from the rooftops — ‘i’m gay and in love with lily evans!’ but like always, nothing came out. it was selfish of you to hurt your father this way.

a part of you begun to panic inside, the air leaving your lungs. you were familiar with this feeling. you were going to have a panic attack.

right now.

“excuse me, i’m not feeling too well,” you mumbled. you stood from your chair and dashed upstairs, hearing lily explain that she was going to go check on you. your family paid no mind and resumed their conversation, thankfully so.

as you and lily entered your room, you shut the door behind you—curling up on your bed. tears rushed to your eyes as your heart begun to race and for a moment, you were sure you were about to pass out.

“baby, what’s wrong?” lily asked softly, sitting in front of you, brushing the hair out of your face.

“what am i doing, lily? i wanted to tell him, tell him about you and how i love you,” you rasped out. “but you heard him…it’ll break his heart,”

“i can never tell him,” you breathed out. your breathing quickened and thankfully, lily and you experienced these panic attacks so often about each other that you knew how to calm each other. and thankfully, you and lily knew it didn’t mean the other wanted to break up.

“yes, you can, love. it’ll take time, but one day you’ll be able to tell him,” she said gently. “believe me, i understand. but we can go at our own pace,”

tears streamed down your face. “what if they throw me out? what if i never see them again?” you sobbed quietly. “i love them, i would never want to hurt them,”

lily sighed, sitting beside you and pulling you close. when she held you, touched you even, you felt calmer—always, no matter what. it was her lily evans magic. you began to slow your breathing.

“you won’t hurt them, they love you and eventually, they’ll want you to be happy,” lily whispered. “and happy is being yourself and loving who you love,”

“happy is with you,” you smiled softly.

she grinned. “i was hoping you’d think the same,” she chuckled, kissing your cheek.

“i’m telling them in two days,” you decided suddenly. “i can’t keep living like this, hiding, pushing myself into panic attacks. i just can’t…”

“and i’ll be here for you,” lily mumbled, kissing your head. “every step of the way,”

“thank you.” you said sincerely, bring her lips to yours.

a gasp broke you two apart and you both turned to the door. taylor stood there, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

“you’re…you’re…” taylor stumbled.

“taylor,” you said warningly. “please just listen,” you stood suddenly. she backed up slightly.

“please, don’t say anything,” you pleaded.

she looked at you disgusted. .

“i will, i will, just please don’t say anything,” you pleaded. “i’m begging you,”

she left suddenly, darting down the stairs. you and lily looked at each other wide-eyed, before following after her quickly.

“aunt m/n! uncle d/n!” you heard her shout.

“what is it, honey?” your mother asked.

you and lily rushed into the kitchen, staring taylor down. she glared at you before turning to the entire family table.

“lily and y/n! they’re…they’re…they’re homos, i just saw them kiss!” taylor exclaimed.

all eyes fell on the both of you. your face paled and lily looked horrified, you imagined you did too. you swallowed thickly.

“y/n, is this true?” your mother asked firmly.

you looked at lily, before suddenly grabbing her hand. “lily and i are dating, and we have been for two years now,” you confessed, despite the bile rising in your throat from your nerves.

lily squeezed your hand, looking at your admirably.

your father stood, hands shaking. you cowered under his gaze, but stood your ground. you narrowed your eyes as you noticed your aunt and uncles smirks, like they were somehow better because their kids weren’t gay.

“well, it seems you have things to discuss,” your aunt said. “we’ll be leaving now, we’ll see you on the 25th,” she muttered. quickly, your aunt and uncle, along with taylor and alex made their way out of your home, whispering god-knows-what as they left.

the door shut and the house was silent.

“lily, get your things, b/n will drive you home,” you father spat. “y/n, go to your room,”

“dad, she has nowhere to go,” you pleaded.

“i don’t care! she comes into my home, poisons my daughter?! you’re sinning, y/n!” your father spat.

“no, i’m not! please!” you pleaded.

“she’s poisoning you, y/n. this isn’t who you are, this isn’t what you are,” he spat.

he walked toward lily, pushing your hands away, towering over your girlfriend. “you need to leave,”

lily swallowed and nodded. “yes, sir,”

“no, you’re staying!” you exclaimed, getting between the two. “daddy, you can’t do this!”

“dad, stop,” you sister said sternly. he didn’t bat an eye at her. “lily has nowhere to go, her parents aren’t in the county,”

“they’re sinning, s/n! i could care less!” you father spat. “she has no business being in my house!”

“love, stop,” your mother tried. as disappointed as she looked in you, she hated the way your father could be.

“i said pack you bags!” he yelled at lily, eyes fired up as he glared at lily.

“but daddy i love her!” you confessed, voice raspy, tears streaming down your face.

“she makes me happy. she makes me laugh, she holds my hand when i’m scared, she helps me study, she’s beautiful and smart, she makes me brave,” you continued. “i’ve never felt this way with anyone before! please!” you pleaded, staring into his eyes pitifully.

he made eye contact with you, and suddenly, his eyes softened. nonetheless, his stony demeanor continued.

“dad…” your brother said.

“please, you can’t throw her out,” you said, holding lily’s hand as she stood behind you. “i love her. so much. you can’t do this to me,”

he stepped back. surveying you both.

“it’s a sin,” he repeated again.

“a sin i’m willing to commit if it means i get to be happy with her,” you replied.

your mother, the ever hopeless romantic, smiled softly at you two. her entire demeanor had changed when she heard your confession. “honey, let her stay,” she told your father.

he looked at your mother and his gaze softened even more.

“fine, she can stay. but she won’t be staying in your room and no weird business either, you two will not be alone at all,” he said sternly.

“okay, okay, that’s fine,” you breathed out.

“lily, move your stuff downstairs, you can sleep in the guest bedroom,” he said.

“of course,” she said politely. she quickly left to collect her stuff.

“thank you,” you told your father. “i love you,”

he said nothing back.

——

you sat on your bed, staring at the wall blankly. it was already much more lonely in your room without lily. not that you could sneak down to see her, your parents kept their door open so he could watch you in case you did try.

a knock was heard at your door, you replied a short, “come in,”

you brother and sister walked in, sitting across you at the foot of your bed.

“if you’re here to lecture me, save it,” you said. “mum already did,”

your sister laughed. “i’m not mum, i just came in here to say it’s okay, he’ll get over it,”

“yeah, remember how much he hated s/n’s fiancé? he got over it,” your brother shrugged.

“i don’t think it’s the same,” you chuckled.

“but it can be,” your sister shrugged. “give them time, they’ll come to terms,”

“and if they don’t,” your brother added. “you have us,”

you smiled, a small tear streaming down your face. “thanks,”

“of course, besides i had my time to come to terms,” your sister shrugged.

“you knew?” you asked.

“you look at her the way he looks at his girlfriend,” you sister grinned, pointing at your boyfriend. “nothing gets past me, twat,” your sister chuckled.

“shut up,” you chuckled.

“someone’s in loveeee,” your brother teased.

“i’m just surprised she’s so well-rounded and not concussed,” your sister taunted. “i was sure whoever agreed to be with you would have to be a little out of it,”

you glared playfully at her.

“i know, wonder if she knows about your audrey hepburn phase?” you brother asked smugly.

“do not!” you warned.

“i already did,” he grinned.

you rolled your eyes.

——

“how was break?” mary asked you and lily.

lily smiled, looking at you expectantly. you smiled at mary, “i told my parents,”

“congrats!” peter exclaimed.

“how’d they take it?” remus asked.

“not well, at first,” you admitted. “but after the first three days, my dad stopped glaring at me when me and lily would talk to each other,”

“hey, it’s a start,” marlene said.

you and lily nodded in agreement.

“i’m just glad i don’t have to hide her anymore,” you smiled, turning to lily to kiss her softly. “she’s too pretty to hide,”

“ugh, you two are gross,” dorcas scoffed.

“says you,” you replied, gesturing to the fact that dorcas was sitting in marlene’s lap.

“shut up,” dorcas laughed.

bonus;

as the piano played, you smiled down the aisle as your future wife—lily evans l/n. she looked beautiful in her white, tight gown. her hair was pulled back into a half-up and half-down hairdo with beautiful, light makeup.

you and your father linked arms, after he had smoothed out your own dress. it was slightly longer than lily’s, but just as beautiful.

you two began to walk down the aisle, careful of tripping or stumbling. he, surprisingly, held the brightest and biggest smile on his face as he looked at you.

both of your parents had officially come around a while back, and you couldn’t be happier.

as you reached the end of the aisle, he pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your head. “i’m proud of you, and i love you,”

“i love you too, daddy,” you smiled, tears brimming your eyes. you blinked them back as to not ruin your makeup.

he handed you off to lily, a bright smile on his face as he kissed lily’s hand intertwined with yours.

“take care of my little girl,” he told her sincerely.

“always,” lily smiled, tears brimming her eyes as well. “thank you,”

he quickly returned to his seat, wiping his eyes before anyone could catch the tears filling his eyes. unluckily for him, you and lily had already noticed.

you smiled at her and she returned the gesture, both of you joining your hands—tears filling both of your eyes.

“welcome all, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two lovely ladies,” marlene smiled.

you and lily looked happily at your two kids in the front row, one sitting in his seat patiently, while the littlest babbled in james’ lap.

you turned to each other again.

you couldn’t be happier.

#marauders era #lily evans x fem!reader #lily evans x you #lily evans x reader #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #harry potter #peter pettigrew #james potter #part two

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