#and is therefore a surprisingly good matchmaker himself

[sugudoe]

Can I pretty please have a matchmake!

I think of myself as very sweet, or at least I try to be. I'm super energetic but once my social battery runs out I need a (long) break. I love to write/read and im a huge nerd when it comes to silly things like videogames and dragons! I have a lot of love for the world and try to see the good in everyone/everything. Also if it adds to anything I have a very cutesy-pinky clothing selection.

Thank youuu sm!!

hello! sorry i took soo long, hope you like it, and you seem like such a enchanting person 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: itadori yuji

Showing up on the hangout spot to met your friend, Nobara, you caught lots of attention with your pretty pink dress and heels. no other eyes mattered more than the ones of Itadori Yuji, her friend from high school who decided to tag along on the mall.

Yuji had no expectations of you, that doesn’t mean that when you jumped on top of Nobara and started to talk happily, he didn’t feel like that day was becoming the most beautiful of the year — what’s the sound of birds in the morning or waves in the afternoon compared to your voice, Yuji wonders and comes with one answer: insignificant.

It takes you to finish your yapping to notice him, and much like he does, you also fall terribly easily. Unfortunately for Nobara, third wheeling was the only spot she could have in that moment.

So, you did went and made your shopping of makeup and clothes with her, but Yuji was the one taking most of your attention. Your friend tried really hard to be annoyed by it, but let’s be real, this encounter was most likely her idea, she did her own matchmaking of the two of you.

Your social battery started to get low after a few hours, a small pout forming on your lips, Nobara poked at you, but you only sighed, taking Yuji’s attention.

He didn’t want you to go, and with your desperate eyes at him, he knew you didn’t want him to go as well.

“Let’s go watch a movie.” He says, and that’s where Nobara draws the line of what she accept and doesn’t.

“Yeah! No.” You and him stare at her confused. “I mean, sure, you both go! Y/n has been wanting to see this movie with dragons for some time now, but I’m tired.”

In the dark room of the theater, after saying goodbye and a small thanks to Nobara, you are seated by Yuji’s side. Sharing popcorn and a cup of soda with two straws, you had thought you would be quiet, recharging to get back your animation to talk by the end of the movie.

Surprisingly, soon as a dragon appeared, you started to ramble in whispers about cool facts, and Yuji stared at you intensely, so focused that he would’ve prefer to be seeing you in the big screen rather than that movie. But scratch that, having you soo close is much worth.

That’s the first time you kissed, and can you really blame him? Both of your faces so close, an empty and cold dark room, and you looked so adorable with your dress and his jacket on top. No, you really can’t. You wouldn’t dare complain, instead you relented to his kisses, and many other dates, and many other kisses.

You do have from time to time those low battery moments, and thanks to Yuji, your now charming boyfriend, you have your own personal charger, working with small pecks and questions to make you yap about whatever you like. As always, Itadori keeps himself busy admiring you.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Yuji loves your love for the world, you are basically sharing the same ideals, and therefore, anyone in yours and his presence gets granted a sight of gentleness and happiness. You both bring the good out of anywhere you go.

◛ ₊· Sometimes, Yuji’s charging its not enough, and that’s totally okay. He lets you keep in your own mind while he goes play games in your computer, his silence is enough to make you take your time. Whenever you feel like it, you crawl into his lap and starts to play with him as well, he lets you do whatever you want while kissing your head.

[fialleril]

redcap3 replied to your post “Following this post (months later because this got buried in my drafts...”

...is it crazy I kinda want to see post-Vader Anakin being set up for a blind date?

The whole thing is Han’s idea.

When he first suggests it to Leia, he says he wants to do something nice for the old man, which as cover stories go is frankly terrible. Leia only raises an unimpressed eyebrow.  It’s such a bad excuse it doesn’t even deserve a response.

Finally Han gives it up and admits that, okay, fine, he just can’t stand watching Rustbucket get flirted at every time they’re all dragged to some gala or top brass event. Anakin’s clueless act is just embarrassing, and worse, Chewie thinks it’s funny, that traitor.

Leia just goes on looking at him. Luke, though, says, “Uh, Han, I don’t think it’s an act.”

Han stares at him. “Oh come on, kid. No one is that clueless.” Then he stops to consider this, and who he’s talking to. Luke is a very friendly person, and very bad at recognizing the line between friendly and flirting. Half the Rebellion wants to date him and as near as Han can tell, he genuinely has no idea. But still... “Okay, fine, maybe some people are. But your old man was married. He managed to produce the two of you somehow. So he can’t be completely unaware of how these things go.”

Leia snickers at him. Han has the sinking feeling she knows something he doesn’t, but he knows better than to ask when she gets that look in her eye.

So he decides he’s gonna set Anakin up on a date, and Leia can laugh all she wants. He’ll be the one laughing when it works.

His first attempt is a guy named Rav who used to work maintenance in one of the hangars on Home One. These days he’s planetside on Coruscant. Nice guy, a few years older than Anakin, green eyes, a great ass. Han arranges the date at a bar so chill he frankly hates the place himself, but it seems like the kind of scene an older couple might enjoy. (Anakin’s only thirteen years older than you, a little voice in the back of his head says, but he ignores that. It’s too weird to let himself think about.) He tells Anakin that Rav wants to meet up and talk shuttle maintenance, which is such a damn obvious innuendo that he barely manages to restrain a cringe as he says it.

But hey, it works, and Anakin’s off to meet with Rav and Han congratulates himself on a job well done. Leia’s still smirking, but that’s just because she hasn’t yet learned what a great matchmaker he is.

Anakin swings back by Leia’s apartment about three hours later, early enough that Luke’s still there and Han is just a little worried. But it was only a first date, so...that doesn’t have to be bad, does it?

“How’d it go, Rustbucket?” he says.

Anakin shrugs easily and heads for the kitchen to start a pot of tzai. “Not bad. Rav’s got some great ideas for B- and Y-wing class fighters, but his views on TIEs are woefully misinformed.” He grumbles something under his breath. “I understand that there’s a need to bad mouth the enemy fighters in front of the troops, but you don’t need to buy into your own propaganda.”

Han blinks a little. Luke and Leia are snickering behind their hands, and for once, it’s real damn easy to see that they’re twins. He glares at them both.

“Well, all right, but...what about the, uh, social aspect?”

“Huh?” Anakin comes into the living room and sits in the chair across from Han and Leia’s couch. Han can never get over how the guy just...sprawls when he sits. It’s about the least Vader-like mannerism he can think of.

“Did you hit it off?” Han asks.

A brief frown crosses Anakin’s face. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind another chance to correct his opinions on TIEs.” Suddenly he brightens, “I did manage to get him the bartender’s number, though, and I’m pretty sure they’re going out this weekend, so I suppose that’s my good deed for the day.” He says this last very dryly. It’s something his therapist suggested, taking notice of his good deeds and letting himself be proud of them or something like that, and Anakin always snarks about it but Han is pretty sure he’s also following his therapist’s advice, so that’s something.

Anyway, that’s clearly not the important thing here. “Wait,” he sputters. “You...set Rav up on a date...with the bartender?”

Leia looks positively gleeful now and Han is pretty sure she didn’t plan this, but if it turned out she did he wouldn’t even be surprised.

Anakin, though, doesn’t seem to understand what’s got Han in such a fuss. “Sure,” he says with another shrug. “They made a cute couple.”

“I don’t believe this,” Han mutters. What kind of guy plays wingman for his own date? He scrapes a hand over his face and resolves to hold on to whatever dignity he can. “Okay, so Rav’s not your type, huh?”

Anakin only looks at him with an expression of such genuine confusion that Han can’t even convince himself the guy’s pretending. “My type of what?” he says.

A loud snort of laughter escapes Leia, and she tries to play it off as a sneeze. Han isn’t impressed.

“Never mind,” he mutters, and eventually the conversation moves on, but he knows Leia isn’t going to forget about this anytime soon.

*

So okay. Maybe he made a bad call with that first try. Maybe Anakin’s only interested in women? It’s a possibility. Fine. So this time Han will have to find the right woman.

He considers his options carefully. Luke and Leia’s mom was a politician and a founder of the Rebel alliance, smart as hell and also pretty damn stunning. (Leia definitely takes after her mother, he thinks, without the slightest hint of a goofy grin, no matter what Chewie says.) She must have had a terrible sense of humor though. Either that or she put up with Anakin’s awful jokes out of some never before heard of reservoir of patience and goodness. Actually, the way Anakin talks about her, that might be true.

So he’s looking for someone smart, driven, principled, but also somehow willing to endure endless terrible puns. That’s a tall order.

The first person he tries is Mon Mothma. It takes him a couple weeks to work up to asking her, because yeah, there’s nothing about this idea that isn’t awkward. But he’s got to admit, she does fit the profile.

So eventually he gets up the guts to suggest the idea of a date, and Mon Mothma laughs in his face.

Well, Han thinks, muttering to himself and wishing he could erase the last fifteen minutes of his life from existence. In hind sight, that was a pretty stupid idea. He’s never even heard of Mon Mothma going on a date.

“You’ve never heard of Dad going on a date either,” Luke says, smirking. Not for the first time, Han wonders what the hell he was thinking, making Luke his confidant in this. But he needed someone with more insight into Anakin, and he’d be damned if he’d ask Leia.

“That’s different, obviously,” Han says. “He spent twenty years inside a tin can.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “I just don’t understand why you won’t let this go,” he says.

“Because people are always flirting with him!” Han says. “And he’s always pretending not to notice. It’s infuriating.”

“It doesn’t happen that often,” Luke says, and okay, Han thinks, that’s actually true, but still. It happens often enough.

Luke sighs. “If you’re so stuck on that, why don’t you just ask one of the people who’s actually flirted with him?”

Huh. That’s not a bad idea, actually. Why didn’t he think of that.

*

It still takes him a while to plan his strategy, but eventually he manages to set Anakin up on a date with a woman named Meera Yasko. She’s Corellian, he’s pretty sure, but she’s also whip smart and pretty attractive. She’s some kind of attorney at a non-profit or something, and Han’s never been especially keen on people of the legal persuasion, but he figures Anakin might like that.

The old man takes a bit of convincing, but Han is a master of smooth talking (don’t laugh, Leia!) and eventually he gets them set up at a nice swank restaurant and even orders a bottle of wine for the table as a surprise.

*

Anakin comes back from this date a lot more excited, and Han experiences a fleeting moment of smug hope, only to have it crushed beneath Anakin’s heel when it turns out the man is excited for all the wrong reasons.

Apparently, Meera is the chief counsel at a non-profit involved in education for underprivileged youth, whatever the hell that means. They’re an interplanetary organization, too, but it’s not the organization itself that really interests Anakin. Meera has the legal background to cover all of the complicated bits about starting a foundation that Anakin doesn’t really understand (and Han understands even less, if he’s honest), and he thinks they might really be able to get this off the ground.

“Wait,” says Han. “This? What’s this?”

He expects a glare or an eyeroll from Leia and maybe Luke, but instead, they look as curious as he feels.

“Oh,” says Anakin, looking oddly shy. “Right. I haven’t told you yet. I’ve been thinking, well, they’re paying me all this money that I don’t need -” (here he raises a hand to forestall Leia’s usual protest) “- so I want to do something with it. And I thought... Tatooine’s free now, but there’s not exactly a uniform system of education, and many of the communities don’t have necessary supplies or access to training for teachers or -”

“Dad,” says Leia, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

As it turns out, setting up an entire school system takes a lot of work. Who knew, right? It also takes a pretty shocking amount of money, much more than Anakin’s supposedly extravagant yearly salary. That’s not a problem, though, because Meera helps him set up a fundraising program that’s frankly terrifying in its efficiency.

They spend an awful lot of time together, but it’s mostly in her office or over working lunches. Still, Han holds onto hope for a while. After all, she at least was definitely interested. He knows that. But after several months, he finally has to admit defeat. Meera and Anakin have a pretty great working relationship, and Han would even venture to say they’ve become friends, but he still hasn’t seen any evidence that Anakin ever realized she was interested, and it’s pretty clear now that she’s not thinking about him that way any more.

Still. The Padme Naberrie Educational Foundation basically exists because of Han, so he’s counting this one a win.

*

He keeps trying.

There’s a woman named Jasta who likes to dance and, apparently, has terrible taste in art. Not his best choice, but hey, Anakin managed to set her up with a guy they ran into at the art museum, and he seems happy about that, at least.

There’s Varin, who’s an active duty lieutenant in the Republic navy and likes to spend her leave time volunteering with animals. Anakin introduces her to the recently defected Admiral Piett, and damn if the two of them aren’t getting married about five months later. So that worked out, Han thinks, rolling his eyes. But hey, Anakin got a cat out of the deal, which apparently his therapist thinks is great for him, so...there’s that.

There’s Piett himself, which Han still thinks made sense in theory, because Anakin is clearly fond of the guy. But, looking back, he can admit that it’s pretty likely even Piett didn’t know this one was meant to be a date, and Han suspects Anakin may have agreed to the whole thing as an excuse to set Piett up with Varin.

His last attempt is a Twi’lek woman named Dinsa Atray who’s frankly just a little bit terrifying, but then so is Anakin, so Han figures it’s a good match. They actually start meeting up pretty regularly, and Han is starting to feel pretty smug about it, even though Leia still isn’t convinced of his matchmaking skills. But his illusions are cruelly shattered a few weeks later, when dramatic and disturbingly well-documented accusations of sentient trafficking and money laundering bring about the abrupt end of Senator Orn Free Taa’s political career and, eventually, the beginning of his exciting new prison career.

(“Well this was fun,” Han overhears Dinsa tell Anakin. “Let me know if you ever want to destroy a man’s life and reputation again. I’m always game.” Yeah. Maybe more than a little terrifying.)

*

Three years into his self-appointed quest, and Han’s sitting at the dinner table staring at an invitation to the wedding of Mon Mothma and Meera Yasko. He has to admit, he didn’t see that coming. He wonders a bit sourly if Anakin introduced them, too. Honestly at this point he wouldn’t be surprised. The universe is trolling him, clearly.

“Hey, Rustbucket,” he says, because no one’s ever accused him of quitting while he’s ahead. “Who are you bringing as your plus one?”

Leia eyes him with fond derision, and Han gamely ignores her.

“Kadee, probably,” Anakin says. “She likes weddings. Why?”

“No reason,” Han mutters.

*

It’s three more months before he finally gives up. But he’s not going to admit that.

“You know,” he tells Leia, “I think I can declare this operation a resounding success.”

“Really,” says Leia with a smirk. “Because from where I’m standing it looks like you set my dad up on a dozen blind dates, and he still doesn’t even realize he’s been on one.”

Han waves a careless hand. “Well, from where I’m standing it looks like Operation Get Anakin Skywalker Some Friends was an unqualified success.”

Leia’s face softens and she leans up to give him a lingering kiss. “That’s sweet, Han,” she says, and when he grimaces she laughs. “But don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

[porschekittisawasds]

simply cannot believe i made a supernatural fic rec list in the year 2020 but here we are

When Worlds Collide

When Zachariah dies, the illusions he’s created die with him.  But before they collapse completely, sometimes they collide. That’s how Castiel goes from cradling Dean Winchester’s broken body one moment, to finding himself face to face with Dean Smith in the next.

note: basically endverse!cas’s world collapses right after endverse!dean is killed by lucifer and he gets thrown into the it’s a terrible life verse. drama and love and a whole lot of fuckery ensue. it’s tagged as major character death but it’s not really

Broadway Musical

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

note: an AU where dean and jo are destined to fall in love and have two sons who will bring on the apocalypse and be the vessels for michael and lucifer. only problem is cupid’s arrows don’t make them fall in love with each other and heaven promptly starts freaking the fuck out so cas slips into a vessel and tries to do some matchmaking to get the whole end of the world thing back on track. it’s tagged as unrepentant crack and that pretty much sums it up, but it’s also a very funny and enjoyable read

a turn of the earth

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

note: listen i LOVE a good time travel fic

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (accidentally) raised each other (and Sam)

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean's angel rather sooner than intended.

note: after lucifer stabs gabriel in hammer of the gods, gabriel uses his very last bit of grace to travel back to the beginning of time and decree castiel the angel of thursdays and dean winchester. fast forward a few eons and castiel hears mary’s dying cry. he shows up too late to save her, but he decides that a human life is very short in the grand scheme of things so he can play guardian angel to dean (and by extension sam) while also fulfilling his duties to heaven. not only is this pretty much my favorite supernatural fic, it’s also one of my favorite fics in general

The Shattered One

When it struck Castiel, he was in mid-flight. It dropped him out of the sky like a sparrow buffeted by gale-force winds. Castiel set down the first place he could find. He ended up standing in a field in Switzerland, swaying on his feet and staring down at his body, dazed by what it had just done.

note: okay so listen. this is tagged as mpreg but that’s kind of a stretch imo. it’s not like... mpreg mpreg in the sense that it deals with angel reproduction and has nothing to do with sex or pregnancy. angel reproduction goes like this: a section of an angel’s grace will suddenly and randomly break off and begin to grow on it’s own. after a certain period of time, another angel has to offer a piece of their grace and the two pieces will combine to form a new angel. that new angel is a fully developed, fully functional angel and is considered a new brother/sister instead of an offspring.

cas’s grace shatters which means he’s fucked because this takes place in season 5 after he’s defied heaven. no other angel will offer up a piece of their grace so his own is basically going to rip itself apart, killing him in the process. when dean and sam find out cas is going to die, dean offers up part of his soul in place of another angel’s grace. what results is a new angel that has just enough human in it that it takes the shape of a human baby and sends pretty much all of their lives into a tailspin.

ALSO just a heads up this is definitely more pre-destiel despite the relationship tag. there’s a sequel where im pretty sure they do get together but i haven’t read it so i cant’s say for sure.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous

When his partner Uriel, betrays him, Federal Agent Castiel Novak is saved from becoming a ritual sacrifice by brothers Dean and Sam Winchester.

note: FBI!cas gets thrown headfirst into the supernatural. tagged as major character death, but again it’s not really

My Roots Take Flight

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

note: season 4 au where dean is an angel and cas is a human except it’s way more complicated than that

Peace and Good Luck To All Men

Christmas in the Milton household was difficult enough without the added complication of guests- and if Luke and Gabriel placing bets on who can get with Sam first wasn’t bad enough, then Cas developing a ridiculous crush on his sister’s boyfriend definitely is. 

note: the one where michael, lucifer luke, gabriel, anna and cas are all human siblings but michael and lucifer luke are still trying to kill each other, gabriel is still Like That and cas is still super into dean which is pretty inconvenient considering he’s with anna.

Asunder

Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Matthew 19:6) 

note: it’s been a very long time since i read this, but from what i remember it’s an AU where they’re all human and dean brings his friend/co-worker cas as his “date” to sam and ruby’s wedding for moral support. when sam was in college, he met ruby and they started using drugs together. after several failed attempts at helping him get clean, dean eventually cut sam off and it’s been years since they’ve spoken. even though sam and ruby are now both sober, dean blames ruby for everything that happened and the only reason he’s even going to the wedding is because bobby and ellen basically force him to. again, it’s been years and years since i read this so i can’t remember a lot of the details, but i do know that despite this being a dean/cas fic a lot of the focus is dean rebuilding his relationship with sam and that’s what i remember really liking about it.

Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered

Death brings Sam back — sort of.

note: a general fic involving only sam and dean. sam’s soul is so damaged from its time in the cage that when death brings it back, it shatters into pieces and so does sam. like literally. there’s four different sams now, each representing a distinctive part of his personality. sounds cracky but it’s actually surprisingly angsty and focuses on how the sams and dean are adjusting to their new reality and each other

Point Pleasant

(okay so this fic was deleted but i’m putting in on here anyway because the author has since turned it into a novel and had it published. im sure old pdfs of the fic are floating around but i highly recommend reading the novel version. if you know it was based on a destiel fic then it’s really easy to see those influences in the writing and the characters but it can stand up on it’s own. also!!!! it has pretty much the coolest take on the mothman’s origin story that i’ve ever heard.)

Ben Wisehart (Dean Winchester) grew up in the idyllic town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. An early encounter with the supernatural shaped his worldview and served as the catalyst for his career as a bestselling horror writer. Thirteen years after abandoning his home, Ben returns to the town to investigate the apparent reemergence of the terrifying creature responsible for his childhood nightmares. In Point Pleasant, Ben is confronted not only by the town’s resident monster, the Mothman, but also by his former best friend, Sheriff Nicholas Nolan (Cas Novak). Together, Ben and Nicholas (Dean and Cas) uncover the mystery of the monster in the woods and discover that the ghosts that haunt us are sometimes made of flesh and blood. And sometimes, they lead us home.

Sympathy for the Devil (and Dean Winchester)

this is not so much a rec as it is a request.

basically an au version of season 5 (and kind of the whole series really). when god cast lucifer out of heaven, he tore out his grace. lucifer’s grace was put into the cage, but lucifer himself fell to earth and spent thousands and thousands of years reincarnating as a human. his latest reincarnation? dean winchester. so when sam opens the cage, lucifer’s grace is released and dean realizes that he’s lucifer. part of him still kind of wants to start the apocalypse but the other part of him has a whole new appreciation for humanity considering he now remembers every human life he’s ever lived. it’s made more complicated by the fact that dean (/lucifer) doesn’t really want to tell anyone that he’s apparently the devil so he has to keep his now angel status on the dl and also because despite heaven wanting the apocalypse to start, michael went missing from heaven shortly after lucifer was cast out and no one has any idea where he’s at.

this fic was deleted, but if anyone happens to have a pdf copy let me know. i would be highly appreciative!

[bubblyani]

Excuses

(Reggie Kray x Reader)

A Reggie Kray One Shot

Rating: Mature (18+)

Anon Request -Hello! I was wondering if I could request something w/ Reggie Kray. I was hoping you could do something where the reader is basically best friends with Ron but has been secretly dating Reggie for a while and after some time Ron gets curious as to why they both disappear from time to time and kind of walks in on them making out or something then after that day Ron always pokes fun at their relationship whenever he can? You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to but thank you if you do😊💙

Author’s Note: I really hope I did the request justice. Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it as always. Gave me an excuse to delve into the Legend OST too which was fun. Enjoy!

“So Y/N…”

You stood there before him, nervous yet impatient. Nothing seemed more important than to hear what else he had to say. Involuntarily settling yourself on the chair opposite him, you felt your heart beat out of your chest with such intensity.

Was it possible that you were about to face the ruin of everything?

You wished you knew.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

(2 days ago)

“ I can see it now. You ...him...with a bunch of rugrats running around the house”

You chuckled, “What have you been smoking Ronnie Kray?”

The E.Pellicci, the pub where the Firm occupied, the place where you worked, and the place where conversations like this was not of the rarity. Chewing down his lunch, Ronnie pointed his jeweled index finger at you.  

“I’m telling you...David, he seems right up your fuckin street”

Ronnie Kray may be many things, a Kray twin, a gangster, a possible madman, a loving son and surprisingly your best friend, but a matchmaker? Most definitely not. At least not in your eyes.

With eyebrows furrowed, you had a hard time trying to suppress your amused laughter as he continued to rave about a nice chap he met the night before.

“Well...” you began, with your hands on your hips, “...given how much you’re fond of him, I’d say you’re a lucky lady” you said, ending with giggles before you started to wipe the table next to him.

“I told you I’m a giver, not a receiver” Ronnie said through gritted teeth, “I’m no fuckin faggot” he disliked being teased.

“True...you’re not” you replied, looking at him, “You just like fucking them instead” you added, with a wink. The man behind the bar let out a soft chuckle.

“Getting feisty isn’t she, this one?” He said. Shaking your head, you laughed.

“Hehehe...Thank you, Big Charlie” you said, looking over at your boss.

“The fucking point is, right, is you didn’t show up on Thursday night” Ronnie said, not letting the matter go “Where were you?”

You didn’t know whether he really did hope for your company. Nevertheless, you were touched he cared enough to inquire.

“One of my friends...” you said, leaning against a table “She was...” pausing, you continued, “...in trouble”

“Well, you could’ve just told us...” Ronnie replied, “Big Pat could have taken care of it” he said, indicating the tall, strong  man that stood by the door.

“Yeah, well as much as I love Big Pat...” you turned to him whilst wiping your hands with your apron, “ I don’t think this was the kind of help he could give” your voice turned soft as a whisper.  

“Message received love” Big Pat smiled as he nodded slightly. You nodded back in kind. “Well I’m sure David will come by tonight to Esmeralda's...Oi Reg!” Ronnie cried out as his brother Reginald Kray entered the pub.

“Yeah well I’m not sure if I’m up for it” you said, “Would you like something Reggie?” You asked, turning to him.

“Just coffee, thanks love” he said, making himself comfortable sitting opposite his brother. Ronnie groaned in disappointment, watching you grab the coffee pot.

“Ah, don’t be such a miserable cunt now”

“Easy there, mate” Reggie interrupted him with an extended arm “Don’t need to go that far”

Chuckling, you walked over to them, “And that’s why you need to be more like Reggie here...”you addressed Ronnie, as you placed the cup of coffee in front of Reggie “You’re such a sweetheart Reg, I’m surprised you don’t have anyone”

“Well, who says I don’t, love?” He said with a grin. You raised your eyebrows, “My my...the plot thickens” you scoffed.

“Well isn’t that lovely Reg...” Ronnie said finishing up the remnants in his plate “I hope I like her” he chewed it with sarcasm, making you giggle.

“Right, I’m off” he said, getting up, “Now don’t you dare forget tonight Y/N” he added as you came over to pick up his empty plate.

You shook your head,  “Not promising anything Ronald Kray”

“Ah! Stubborn Cunt you are”

“Come on now, mate” Reggie came to your aid once again. Ignoring all that, Ronnie exited the premises.

You turned to the remaining Kray Twin, “Need anything else, Reggie?” You sounded polite.

“All good, thanks”

The next hour passed by with so much to do. At least from your part. Big Charlie might end up conversing with whichever customer that entered, therefore most duties fell on your shoulders, and you did not mind. Your time was spent productively. No matter who came and left, Reggie Kray remained. With a cigarette in hand, he sipped his coffee. Refills were needed, but he minded his own business.

By around 3pm, the place began to slowly grow empty, leaving Reggie looking confused. Especially when he saw the chairs being put up on the tables.

“Finishing up early Charlie?” He asked.

“That’s right, Reggie” Big Charlie replied, putting on his jacket “It’s me Missus’ birthday”

“Go ahead Charlie, I’ll lock up” you said, as you began to mop the floor. Finishing up his coffee, Reggie got up.

“Right, I’ll keep an eye on her, don’t worry”

With Reggie’s assurance, Big Charlie exited the pub. Watching him walk out, you hoped all would go well while putting up the closed sign. Before you could even shift your thoughts, you felt the atmosphere in the room change, as you felt Reggie’s hands rest on your waist. Turning you to him in a flash, he pulled you close, forcing the mopping brush to drop hard on the floor, while his hungry lips attacked you with much force.

This sort of surprise, this sort of encounter, was nothing unfamiliar.

Kissing him back with equal need, you wrapped your arms around his neck, savoring his kiss flavored with coffee and tobacco, as he lifted you up to place you on the nearest table.

“Fucking hell...” he breathed into your lips, “...this is getting so hard”

“What?”you said playfully, “You mean this?...” you asked, with your bare knee grazing his clothed manhood.

“Cheeky...” He said, giving you a kiss  ,”... I mean, sneaking around like this”

Sighing, you nodded. You did not disagree, for he had point.

The fact that you and Reggie Kray have been secret lovers for almost a month, does not make it easy to find the time to be alone together. That time was scarce, it was limited. Pretense was a default mode. And when you made love, indulgence and appreciation was represented by muffled cries or suppressed moans.

“So…” he said, stroking your cheek, “Esmeralda’s tonight?” He asked.

“Oh…” you began, leaning forward to brush your nose against his neck, “I will be at home” you whispered, “…waiting for you” purring, you looked at him before you bit your lower lip.

“As long as you promise to be quiet” Reggie teased, urging you to scoff softly.

“Shut up and kiss me”

The mopping brush will remain on the floor for a few more minutes, until these secret lovers decide to part their lips from each other.

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(The next day, 1 day ago)

The snap of Ronnie’s fingers sounded so loud, bringing you back from your trail of thoughts while staring into the distance with a glass of sherry on your hand.

Close friends and members of the Firm gathered for a meeting at Kray’s matriarchal household. Once important matters were discussed, then came drinks and catching up.

“What do I have to fucking do, to get you to come to Esmeralda’s again? Put a red carpet?” Ronnie sounded soft, yet irritated.

“Well...that would be nice actually” you sniggered for a second until Ronnie looked away. “Awww...” you cooed, upon seeing his stubbornly upset face, “I’m sorry darling...” you said , leaning in to peck him on the cheek, “I wanted to but...I wasn’t feeling well”

His grunt of forgiveness saved you in the end.

“But I bet you must have had a smashing time” you said, trying to cheer him up, “Wasn’t Reggie there?” You asked, subtly motioning towards him who conversed with Albie in the far corner.

“No...he wasn’t” Ronnie replied, lighting up his cigar “was probably out with his new missus I’m sure”

“Yeah, probably” you muttered, hopelessly taken by how handsome Reggie looked. Only to realize Ron was sitting next to you.

“Wait a Minute, The the last time you weren’t there, so was Reg...” Ronnie began, suddenly in the midst of realization. You grew nervous.

“Really?” Hurriedly, you got up casually ,”Would you excuse me...” you said, as you left him to this thoughts.

As he watched you walk away, as he took a glance at Reg sneakily peaking at you passing him by, Ronnie couldn’t help but wonder.

“Fascinating..” he muttered.

Walking briskly, you found Mrs. Kray busy in the kitchen.

“Oh let me help with that Mrs.Kray” you said cheerfully as you released Violet Kray from washing the plates.

“Ah…aren’t you such an angel” she said, her tone filled with fondness over you. You beamed.

“Actually, Y/N…” she began, “Would you mind terribly if I ask you for a favor?”

Turning to her, you looked at her with eagerness.

“Anything Mrs.Kray”

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(This morning)

Shutting the car door, Reggie stood in front of the house, filled with doubt.

“Somethin’ wrong Reg?”

Peeping from the window, Frank Shea asked while sitting on the driver’s seat.

“No...” Reggie replied, with his hands in his overcoat pockets, “Just wondering if mum is alright. She was fine last night”

“Well, all she told me was she wanted to see you...” Frank said, “... maybe you should check on her to make sure”

“Hmmm...right” nodding, Reggie set off towards the house, while Frank watched him with a grin on his face.

Knocking on the door was the only option for him, since he forgot the keys in such a hurry. First knock, no answer. Another attempt made, still nothing. Before he could knock once more with concern, he heard a female voice.

“Who is it?” Oddly sounding familiar.

“It’s Reggie...”

His defenses were torn down the moment your inquisitive head popped out from the door.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused.

“And Good Morning to you too” you replied, your hair tied in a soft high bun. Sighing, Reggie moved forward, “Where’s mum? Frank said she was asking for me” his entrance forced you open the door, backing up, “ Didn’t even have breakfast cause I was worried   .Fucking starving st-“

He paused, lips parting with surprise the moment he fully turned to face you, and your eye-opening attire.

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Loving Reggie Kray was indeed wonderful. But it brought out the adventurous side of you as well. Hence, you did not bat an eyelid to miss a chance to spice up a Sunday morning.

Dressed in nothing but a silk robe and lace panties, you made sure your ensemble seemed complete with garter belts and stockings, along with his favorite pair of heels you owned.

Caressed by the softness of the silk, your skin seemed more alive by his stare, which then had turned more towards lustful than confusion. And though you did not see yourself, you were certain your nipples reacted to his stare in an instant, given the fact it appeared to look like two mountain peaks covered with a veil of silk.

“Mrs Kray asked me to watch the place...” you spoke casually, “while she’s away to meet a friend” you said innocently, “ I was just passing the time and missed you oh so badly...” pouting  as you watched him slowly walk towards you “I hope you’re not cros-“

His passionate kiss hushed you in an instant while grabbing you by the arm. “With you...never” he whispered , resuming his kiss and deepening it quickly. You heard yourself moan without shame when you felt his hands hold you by the upper waist, allowing his thumbs to encircle your nipples over the silk robe. Fireworks setting off between your thighs, you held on to him by his belt.

Breaking away, he took his time to undo the knot, opening your robe to find those buds fully erect and receptive. You swore you heard him exhale loudly.

“You still hungry?” You asked, pressing yourself against him. Shaking his head, he looked at you.

“Nah..” breathlessly, he replied.

“Well ...” you began, stroking his visible erection over his pants,

“I am”

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Worried of his brother’s absence, it was no surprise that Ronnie would stop by the house. Frank’s confused expression did not seem to sit well with him as he entered the house.

“Reg?”

Opening the unlocked door, Ronnie looked around with caution as he entered the house.

Worried of his brother’s absence at E.Pellicci this morning, it was no surprise that Ronnie would stop by. And Frank’s confused expression did not seem to bode well with him either.

“Mum?”

With no sign of his mother, he began to scan for signs of intrusion in the living room and kitchen. The steps he took on the staircase were slow yet careful. The moment he reached the top, he paused by a sudden noise. It was a grunt. And it seemed to be originating from Reggie’s room. Drawing out his gun, he slowly walked towards it. Halting by the closed door, he heard another grunt

“For Fucks sakes…” Reggie mumbled,“Hold still...”

Worried, Ronnie did not wait any longer.  With all his strength, he kicked the door to watch it open wide. With his gun pointed, Ronnie entered the room, only to drop his jaw with shock. For he saw it all in an flash.

You and Reggie together. Reggie, his brother, sitting comfortably on his bed, eyes closed in upmost pleasure while you stood on your knees between his thighs. Silk robe absent from your torso, your bare back writhed while you held on to his erect shaft, head bobbing back and forth as you feasted on him.

And he also saw how you both retracted in lightning speed, covering oneself and looking away in sheer embarrassment.

He saw it all indeed, with eyes so wide.

“The fuckin’ hell is this?”

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(Present)

Heels clicked as you ran, as you ran through the streets with worry. This morning was certainly did not not take the adventurous route you expected. And it certainly proved to be nothing but embarrassing.

You wanted to see Reggie. You did not see him since he quickly persuaded Ronnie out of the house this morning after the reveal. Thank goodness he did, for you were able to dress, all the while gathering all forms of composure.

Hoping he’d be there, you slowed down the moment you saw the pub within your eye-line. You took deep breaths, calming oneself before entering. You longed for answers, you longed for reassurance. But as you entered, and found both brothers there, you weren’t sure what you longed for anymore.

“Right on time Y/N…” Big Charlie called out to you, “Go on and serve this to Ronnie now will ya?” He said, unaware of the situation as he handed you a plate of food. Fully aware of the fact you’re currently on the clock, you nodded curtly.  

The incident flashing before your eyes on repeat, you walked over to them with such difficulty.

“Here you go Ronnie” you sounded meek, putting the plate down in front of him.

You stood there before him, nervous yet impatient. Involuntarily settling yourself on the chair opposite him and next to Reggie, you felt your heart beat out of your chest with such intensity. Was it possible that you were about to face the ruin of everything? Your friendship with Ronnie? Your relationship with Reggie?

You wished you knew.

“So Y/N…” he said.

Involuntarily settling yourself on the chair opposite him and next to Reggie, you felt your heart beat out of your chest with such intensity. Especially when Ronnie began to continue:

“How the fuck did my brother taste?”

Your eyes never grew this wide with shock, until today.

“W-What?”

Slamming his fist on the table, Ronnie Kray began to burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes, you could not help but bow your head down with embarrassment. As you watched him point at the both of you, you knew you will not hear the end of it.

“Oi!! It’s not funny Ron...” Reggie snapped, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe for you...” Ronnie said, clapping his hands , “but it fuckin is for me” he added with joy.

“Oh my god...” you shook your head.

“Oh my god...??” He repeated, leaning in “Did you shag her up good to make her say that, Reg?”  

Face turning tomato red, you were drowning with embarrassment as you put your head on the table, unable to look at your friend.

“Y/N and Reggie! Fuckin brilliant!” Ronnie cried out, stuffing a cigar between his teeth.

Turning your head, you stealthily caught Reggie’s glance. With his hand moving to your back, he winked at you in comfort.And that’s when you finally found your smile. A smile of relief. With a realization.

For the secret was finally out in the open. And thankfully no bridges were burnt down because of it. Nothing was to be sacrificed either. A little embarrassment from Ronnie Kray was worth enough to bring in freedom to this blooming love, and a halt to all those silly excuses.

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Matilda’s Match - Harry is desperate not to be seated at the singles' table at his best friends' wedding, but he just can't get a date. In his despair, he turns to a company to hire an escort. Under such short notice, he must take whoever is free. We can all guess, who he ends up going with. 6k.

Tags: a very brief panic attack and some swearing, Romione 

“Hey man, just wanna give you a fair warning. Hermione’s ‘bout to seat you at the single’s table.”

It took Harry a good moment to process the meaning of words, and even after that, he was only able to come up with “Beg your pardon?”

Ron groaned, obviously uncomfortable with this phone conversation. It took Hermione quite some time to convince Ron that even though owls were great, he should also get a cell phone.

“I know, man, it sucks, I’m sorry, but you are single.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll still be single at the wedding,” Harry retorted, though he sounded more desperate than offended.

“Harry, you’re a great guy and all, but let’s admit, relationship’s just not your thing.”

“Gee, thanks, Ron.” Harry sighed. “Please, don’t seat me there, I will get a date, I promise.”

“Hermione said that seating is very difficult.”

“Please, Ron, I’m your best friend!” Harry wasn’t pleading, but he would if he had to.

“Wedding’s in three month,” Ron reasoned.

“And I’m Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the boy who defeated Voldemort. I can get a date in three months, trust me.”

He could hear Ron thinking, considering the offer. He didn’t realise he was holding his breath until he let out a relieved sigh when Ron finally answered “Fine, I’ll do what I can. Don’t let me down, man.”

“Thanks! Have I told you I loved you?”

Ron hung up, but at least Harry didn’t have to sit with the singles. Not that he had a problem with single people since he was one of them, but at weddings, every normal person managed to get themselves a date and only the crazy ones were left. Harry didn’t want to spend Ron and Hermione’s wedding talking to old ladies about their cats.

He had three months to get a date, how hard could that be?

2 months and 28 days later

It was apparently very hard. Impossible, to be frank. The wedding would be in two days and Harry was still single. Worse, he had no one to call, since all his friends were invited as well and he did promise a date, he couldn’t show up with a ‘friend’. Anytime Ron or Hermione had asked, he waved them off, telling them it was a secret, a surprise for them. Well, they were surely in for a big surprise because apparently Harry was a goddamn liar. He ran out of options and that is the only excuse he could convince himself with when he picked up the phone and dialled the number Dean had subtly slid into his pocket a few weeks ago when they went out drinking. The small card was starting to come apart from all the rubbing and folding Harry did in the past days, as he was considering.

The lady was especially helpful after Harry had told her who he was, and he managed to get an appointment next afternoon. He leant back in his armchair and sighed. There was no turning back now.

The next day Harry had to force himself not to back out like a coward. It was ridiculous that he, who had defeated Voldemort was scared to admit his love-life was pathetically uneventful. He knew he was probably an idiot with the whole ‘I have to find the right one’ cliché, but he couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t bear being around people who only loved him because he was famous and rich. He wanted someone to love him for being himself, why was it too much to ask for?

The place was a little further down Diagon Alley and it looked surprisingly normal. Harry expected it to be a bright red store with huge, enchanted statues of hearts singing silly songs about finding love but instead it was a small, neat office, with darkened windows and lovely flowers. Above the entrance the company’s name stood in gold, curly letters. Matilda’s Match.

The company didn’t only focus on matchmaking, they also had a wide selection of escorts, for people who seek momentarily pleasure as well for people who would like some intellectual company. Harry needed the latest, with the addition of said someone to play his boyfriend. In other words, he needed a talented fake boyfriend.

Since he had come this far and really, it was still better than admitting that he was unable to get a date on his own and show up to the wedding alone, disappointing his friends, he braced himself, put on his best smile and pushed the door open.

At the counter, a red haired witch in simple, crimson robe looked up and greeted him with a bright flash of teeth.

“Mister Potter, we’ve been expecting you!” She said as she went around the counter to shake Harry’s hand. Then she gestured at a leather couch by the window. “Please, have a seat.”

Harry nodded and did. He had his doubts and was pleasantly surprised by the professional atmosphere. He was also silently grateful for the secretary girl, who didn’t give him a funny look or asked for an autograph.

Not even a minute passed when one of the white doors opened and a woman around 30 in business casual walked out. For a second, Harry thought she was a client in Muggle clothes, but then she approached him with a confident, warm smile.

“Mister Potter, welcome,” she said while shaking Harry’s hand. “My name is Cheryl Matilda. Please, come in.”

“Harry Potter,” Harry replied with a nervous smile then followed the woman inside.

In an instant, he found himself in another world. The walls were covered with enchanted paintings of trees, several pots of flowers standing on the huge oak desk, the window across showing snow-topped mountains in a distance, and even the air smelled green and fresh. He had to blink to make sure he didn’t accidentally touched a portkey or something, but there was the desk with two chairs in the middle of the room, and several chest of drawers lining a wall.

Cheryl sat down and Harry obediently followed, grasping his knees to calm down.

“I have to say, Mister Potter, it’s an honour to have you in our office,” she started, leaning forward a little. “Please rest assured that all that’s spoken behind that front door is strictly confidential.”

“That’s a relief,” Harry smiled. “And please, call me Harry.”

She nodded, and tried the word “Harry,” before continuing. “Our company handles all sort of requests. We employ escorts from all range and as our clients all have individual taste, we try to adjust our employees to the request.” She took out a folder and handed it over to Harry. It contained several colourful flyers and a ten paged contract. “Please know that the types of requests range from simple pleasures to strictly intellectual partners, therefore we prefer to use the term ‘partner’ instead of ‘escort’.”

Harry hummed while flipping through the flyers, feeling both nervous and excited. It was very strange, or at least, it should feel strange, but he rather liked the place, Cheryl, and their policy. It looked promising. Perhaps he should thank Dean later. On second thought, he should definitely not let him know that he had ever set foot here.

Cheryl coughed a little to catch his attention, her plum coloured lips forming a small, encouraging smile. “There’s no need to be nervous, Harry, I’m only here to help you find a great match.”

“Oh, yes, sorry, I’ve just-”

“You’ve never done this before?” She asked helpfully.

Harry grinned sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?”

“You’re not the first one, I can assure you.”

Harry had to admit that a bit of joking was absolutely a great way to ease some of the tension.

“Regarding our catalogue, you must know that we do not include photographs, for privacy reasons, but you will receive a detailed description of their personality and appearance approved by either me or another colleague. In case someone catches your interest and you would like to schedule an appointment, you must sign the contract. It is to ensure that both you and your chosen partner will treat this matter privately. Your future partner will have to sign the same contract, of course.”

It was a lot to take in. Harry wasn’t exactly happy that there would be no pictures. However it was not the right time to be picky, which reminded him to share his case with Cheryl.

“Actually, I know this is very late, but I need a date for tomorrow. For the weekend. I’m attending a wedding.”

Cheryl frowned. “I am truly sorry, but in such a short notice-”

“It’s an emergency. I’m willing to pay double and take whoever is free for the weekend.” Harry hoped he didn’t sound too desperate. “I only need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend, so I can introduce him to my friends.”

Cheryl was thinking hard, Harry could tell. He did his best to look hopeful and soon, Cheryl tilted her head “Well, let me check who’s available.”

Harry could release his breath at last. “Thank you!”

She smiled politely then left for a few minutes. When she returned, she was holding three small parchments.

“They are the only ones I could get,” she said apologetically, which made Harry feel bad for a second. He was asking for a huge favour so there was no need for Cheryl to apologise.

She sat back in the chair and slid the parchments over the table. Harry grabbed the one closest and read the top. Black Flower. He quirked an eyebrow.

“We use fantasy names for all our employees. Some find it cheesy, but we prefer it to numbers. Numbers feel less personal, and we are not selling away cattle,” she explained.

Harry made a small chuckle and glanced at Cheryl. “You are absolutely right.”

He quickly read the description but knew he wouldn’t choose this one after he saw that the age was 20. Way too young. He hoped the two others would be older, or else he would have to go with this, or even worse, with no one. There had to be an acceptable one among those two.

Velvet Snake and Furry Owl.

Harry refrained from rolling his eyes. Yes, the names were definitely cheesy, and he nearly winced when he read them, but this was not the time to be judgemental. Velvet Snake appeared to be a bit of a snob but Furry Owl liked celebrity gossip, so really, Harry had to choose who was the least risky.

So, either a very young one, or the snob. Harry ruled out Furry Owl real fast. Okay, he could do something about conversations but not with age, so he pointed at Velvet Snake after a bit of hesitation.

“This one. I would like him for the weekend.” It sounded very wrong but he ignored it.

Cheryl’s face lit up. “Excellent choice, Harry, I’ll inform him right away. Now, shall we sign the contract?”

*

Harry seriously considered running away and living in exile for the rest of his life. There were a lot of things that had been discussed with Cheryl, and he was still trying to wrap his head around it. His chosen partner accepted the request pretty fast, thanks Merlin, and Cheryl scheduled a meeting for them the next day, which was the pre-day of the wedding. He was assured that since Velvet Snake already said yes, it only depended on Harry whether he would go along with or not. Although Cheryl stated several times that he would not be disappointed in the man, she also made sure Harry understood he can still call it off. However, truth was, Harry had spent way too much money and energy on it to back out and since it was his last chance he didn’t really have much of a choice.

He couldn’t be that bad, after all. He was around 25, the same age as Harry, athletic and clever. He was interested in Potions which was a little odd to Harry, but apparently he liked Quidditch so surely they would have a common topic at least. He could do it, he said to himself in the mirror before grabbing his duffel bag and jacket, and Apparated to the meeting point.

It was a neat little coffee shop near King’s Cross and though Harry briefly considered meeting in someplace in the Wizarding World, he decided a Muggle place suited him better. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a problem for his escort or partner or whatever the proper term was. Harry couldn’t really figure out how to call him in his mind since he would rather not refer to him as Velvet Snake.

He ordered a mint iced tea and sat down by the window, watching people pass by while he chewed on the red straw. He glanced at his watch. It was five minutes until eleven. He had just managed to relax a bit when the door opened and he heard an all too familiar voice which he didn’t really want to hear now, out of all situations. Looking up, his suspicion was confirmed. Draco Malfoy entered the café and went straight to the counter, leaning on it with a dashing smile as he ordered.

Harry swore under his breath in parseltongue and looked away, hoping that the Slytherin wouldn’t notice him. A whole minute passed. Then another. It was starting to cause Harry physical pain not to look at a certain way. The door didn’t open so far. There were approaching footsteps. He was very down on his luck.

As soon as Draco got his Latte Macchiato he turned and walked up to Harry, grinning slyly. Harry refrained from flinching when Draco sat at the table. He looked way too cheerful.

“Potter, how wonderful to see you!”

“Malfoy,” Harry greeted him with cool politeness. “Actually, I’m waiting for someone, so if you would-”

Draco chuckled. “Yeah, I know,” he said while he reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of parchment. It was a contract, the same one Harry had just signed a day before. “I’ve never thought I would say this, but you have great taste in men.”

Realization was a hit in the face with a brick and Harry was left gaping at Draco like a fish. “You- you’re… Velvet Snake?” Harry stuttered, bewildered.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Still not very sharp, eh?”

Harry ignored the comment. “Wha- how-why did you accept?” He was truly curious.

Draco tilted his head then let out a short laugh. “That’s funny, because I’m not really sure. Guess I just wanted to see your face when you realised. You’re gonna call it off anyway, aren’t you?”

The idea did cross Harry’s mind, but in the end he said, horrified. “No, I can’t.”

The mocking grin immediately disappeared from Draco’s face as he frowned. “You’re kidding, right?”

Harry rubbed his face with both hands before answering. “I don’t have time to find someone else.”

Draco blinked. “You’d rather pretend we’re boyfriends for a whole weekend?”

“Believe me, it pains me a lot,” Harry admitted.

“You’re joking, right? Getting back at me for all those years.”

“No, Malfoy, I’m not,” Harry said with a serious expression.

Draco buried his face into his palms. For a long minute, neither of them said anything. This was a disaster and the wedding hadn’t even started. What would everyone say? What would they think? How could he spend a whole weekend pretending to be Draco’s boyfriend? He should call it off, admit his defeat, beg Hermione not to seat him at the single’s table and-

“Fine.” Draco’s voice was a barely audible hiss, but to Harry it rang as loud as church bells. He stared at Draco, watched him remove his hands from his face and compose himself. He reached into his bag again and pulled out a parchment and a quill. “Well then, we better get to work. What’s your favourite colour?”

“Wha- what does it matter?”

Draco gave him a funny look. “These are warm up questions, Potter.”

This took a very sudden turn, Harry wasn’t sure he could follow.

Draco took sip from his coffee. “We need a cover story.”

“Cover story?” Harry echoed.

Draco looked annoyed. “Yes, Potter, a cover story. Your friends gonna ask all sort of questions about you, about us, so we better make sure we lie about the same things at least!”

“Shh, not so loud.”

“Then stop being so bloody dumb and answer the questions. What’s your favourite colour?”

Harry reluctantly replied “Red.”

“Excellent. See? It wasn’t that hard. Mine is silver. Now, are you an early bird or a night owl?”

*

“I can’t believe I’m paying for this,” Harry sighed as he parked his black Mitsubishi in the parking lot of the small mansion which Ron and Hermione rented for the event. They considered both the Burrow and their two-story house but in the end decided it was better to rent a place as it would be easier to house all guests there. There was going to be a garden party and dinner with close friends and family today and then the wedding would take place in the next day, followed by a fancy wedding reception with far more people invited. The guest list included Muggles and wizards and witches alike.

“Believe me, I’m not happy either.”

Harry glared at him. “At least you’re getting paid.”

Draco grinned smugly then gently slapped Harry on the shoulder. “C’mon, we can do this.”

“If you tell anyone-” Harry started warningly.

“Geez, Potter, stop being such an idiot. I signed a contract, a magical one, remember?”

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Draco was right. They couldn’t slip, it was just not possible. So everything depended on them and he had to admit Draco was a rather talented actor, so really, it came down to him. And he was not going to fall behind a Malfoy. He opened the door.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit!”

*

They went to the reception to check in and Harry handed over his car keys so their bags would be carried to their room while they were having fun in the garden. He showed the invitation and a man in simple grey suit lead them to the back of the mansion, into a huge park with lovely flowers and very old oak trees. It was a beautiful place to get married, Harry thought.

Most of the guests were already there, the Weasley and the Granger family, Dean and Seamus, Neville, Luna, Cho, and even Andromeda with Teddy came. Those were the people Harry instantly recognised and his stomach did a backflip.

It was like in the movies. As soon as they came close enough, the happy chit-chat died and every head turned to them. Thankfully, the music kept going, sparing Harry from the awkward silence. Draco quietly coughed and bumped his shoulder into Harry’s. Harry looked at him, a silent message passed between them, and then he linked arms with Draco.

Luna was the closest and therefore the first to greet them, dragging Ginny along.

She wrapped her arms around Harry and pulled him into a tight hug. “Harry, it’s so nice to see you,” she said and then turned to Draco. Harry’s heart skipped a beat but then Luna gave Draco a hug as well, shocking the Slytherin. “Draco, it’s great to see you, too. So, you’re Harry’s secret boyfriend?”

To Draco’s credit, it took him only a second to get his shock under control and then he flashed a dashing smile at Luna, leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially. “Not so secret anymore, I guess.”

She giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully. Harry had never thought he would witness a scene like that and judging by Ginny’s frown, she was pretty much thinking the same. Harry was suddenly proud of Draco, even though it was only an act on his behalf.

One by one, they greeted everyone and exchanged a few words, Neville being a bit wary but still shaking Draco’s hand, Mrs Weasly giving Draco a bear hug, Teddy jumping right into Draco’s arms who caught him in the last minute, nearly giving Andromeda a heart attack. It was oddly normal and Draco acted surprisingly nice. Obviously, he was bounded by the contract, but Harry still expected him to find a way to be a prick.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed and Harry barely had time to turn before his vision was blocked by long brown locks as Hermione gave him a hug.

“Hi, Draco,” She turned to Draco, who in one hand was holding Teddy’s and in the other, a plate full of sweets and cakes. Teddy was busy putting more food onto it, occasionally stuffing a cookie or a brownie into his mouth.

“Malfoy,” Ron said coolly. Harry didn’t like his tone, but it was understandable.

“Hi, Granger, Weasley.” Draco nodded, and gestured at his occupied hands. Harry had a feeling he didn’t mind not being able to shake hands and it made Harry a bit angry. He needed to talk to him about it later, but for now, Hermione slapped at his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was Draco?” She glared at Harry accusingly and then turned to Draco, her tone apologetic. “Sorry, if I had known, I would have sent an invitation to Pansy and Blaise.”

“Um, no, thanks, it’s fine,” Draco said politely. He really didn’t need his friends to know about this, though he was fairly sure they would know it by Monday the latest when the Prophet had Potter’s face featured yet again on the front page.

“Hey man, can I talk to you for a second?” Before Harry could blink, Ron grabbed his arm and dragged him a bit farther away. Hermione shot her soon-to-be-husband a meaningful look, but Ron waved her off. Draco didn’t seem to mind and turned his attention back to Teddy, who was rather pleased with the audience.

“For Merlin’s sake, Harry, what’s going on?” Ron hissed as soon as they were out of earshot.

Harry frowned. “What? I told you it would be a surprise.”

“Stop looking so pleased, you should have given me a warning at least.”

Harry put a hand on Ron’s arm, squeezing it a little. “He’s not gonna spoil anything, don’t worry, he’s not like he was at school.” He wasn’t a hundred percent sure about the last part, but Ron didn’t need to know that.

“We’ll see about that,” said Ron dubiously, then held up a finger in warning. “One wrong look at my family and I’ll hex him into oblivion.”

“I’ll help you.”

Ron grinned, relieved that Harry hadn’t completely lost his mind. He glanced at Draco and then back at Harry. He snorted, “Malfoy, huh?”

Harry felt his ears burning and pushed his best friend out of the way with a quiet “Shut up.”

Ron’s laugh followed him.

*

The afternoon passed in a rather fine mood. A few people, namely Neville, Seamus and Cho were still a bit wary of Draco, but Harry knew it was only general dislike which started back at school, not real hate. Shockingly, Draco was nice to everyone. It was strange to see how kind and polite he could act, how he would let Teddy drag him wherever he had wanted to and how he even managed to compliment Mr Weasley’s knitted jumper without any second meaning. It was almost alarming, but Harry figured it was probably because he had expected Draco to be a total prick and it was kind of annoying to see how wrong he had been.

Dinner followed, with a simple meal of turkey and pork served with baked potatoes and fresh salad. Nothing too grandiose, that was saved for later, for the wedding. It was only a nice meal with friends and family and Harry found it wonderful.

Happy chit-chat filled the place, the conversations ranging from Ministry work to embarrassing childhood stories. Hermione was telling Dean and Seamus about the first time she took Ron to the amusement park, and by the time she was finished, Ron’s ears were burning while Dean and Seamus were practically howling with laughter. The story of Ron freaking out in a photo booth when Hermione was trying to do what normal couples do was always a good choice. It was even better since Hermione had the strip of photos, and never missed a chance to show it around. Harry had heard the story and seen the pictures at least ten times already but still chuckled politely, then turned his attention to his fake boyfriend.

“Yes, we have visited it several times and it is wonderful,” Draco agreed. He was talking to Fleur across the table and they both looked rather passionate about the topic. It was something about French gardens and statues. Fleur said something in French to which Draco replied in French and Harry had to swallow. He had no clue what they said, but to hear Draco in another language, well, it moved something inside Harry.

“Right, darling?” Draco turned to him with an affectionate smile and Harry gaped. Draco rolled his eyes, then ruffled his already messy black hair as he turned back to Fleur. “Guess he had too much champagne.”

Fleur giggled.

It was getting too much. Harry’s head was spinning and not because he was drunk. He wished he was. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t pretend this, he had no idea why he ever thought it would be a good idea and he couldn’t wrap his head around this new, all fun and kind Draco.

“I better take him outside for some fresh air.”

He was so distracted by his own distress he barely realized Draco pulling him to his feet and pulling him out of the restaurant. They didn’t stop until they were out in the garden. Draco looked around then pulled out his wand for a sound proof spell. Once he made sure it was okay, he turned to Harry, his expression familiar. This version of Draco, Harry knew.

“The hell Potter? Get yourself together or this whole thing will blow into your stupid face!” He hissed, staring at Harry with hands on his hips.

Harry shook his head, his thoughts a bit clearer now. “I can’t do this, it was a bad idea.”

“Of course it was a bad idea, it was your stupidest idea, but there’s no turning back now.”

“Look, I can’t pretend, I’m not a Sly-” he bit his tongue. He didn’t mean to be rude and make Slytherin sound like a swear word, but he couldn’t trick Draco. Draco stared at him, unimpressed.

“I’ve been called worse,” he said with a shrug, then pointed at Harry. “And you nearly got sorted into Slytherin, so you must have it in you.”

Harry grimaced. Draco was right about the first part, but he wasn’t sure about the second. A minute passed. Then another. And another. Harry was sitting on the ground, knees pulled up to his chest. He was silent. Draco couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Listen,” he started as he sat beside Harry, causing him to blink at him confused. “Stop looking at me like a house elf, Potter!”

Harry was just about to apologise, but instead he grinned. It was the old Draco and he felt strangely comfortable. He then started laughing and Draco stared at him, worried.

“Have you been cursed?”

“Sorry, I just- it’s so strange, but now, it feels like we are back at Hogwarts, fighting like two stupid teenagers.”

“We were stupid teenagers,” Draco said, then smirked smugly. “Well, you were, I was only a teenager.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Modest as ever.”

“See? You can do this. This is all we have to do back there.” Draco nodded towards the mansion.

A troubled sigh left Harry’s lips. “It’s different.”

“How so?”

“Because you’re different.”

Draco tilted his head, waiting for Harry to explain.

“You act differently. You’re nice to everyone and, and, you’re always so close to me.”

Draco furrowed his brow. “In case you forgot, I’m here to pretend to be your boyfriend. It’d look rather strange if I’m keeping my distance.”

“I know, I know, but it’s strange.”

“It makes you uncomfortable,” Draco noted quietly and Harry’s heart sank a bit at the tone. Draco wasn’t sad or angry, he said it as a matter of fact, like he was used to it. He probably was. Suddenly, Harry felt like an asshole.

“I’m sorry, it’s not because-”

“Please don’t.” Draco cut him off. He stood up and walked away. Harry could only watch as he disappeared into the building. He was the one who dragged Draco into this mess and when he was trying to help, he only managed to be a major ass. He had to fix it.

Trying to clean his mind a bit, he got to his feet.

Going inside, he almost immediately spotted Draco talking to Ginny, Luna and Cho. He started walking towards them, but Hermione blocked her way. She looked equally worried and angry.

“Did you guys fight?”

“What? No.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and Harry suddenly felt very small. He looked away.

“Maybe,” he said quietly and before Hermione could start a lecture, he added “but it’s not really a fight, more like, I don’t know what, but it wasn’t really a fight.”

Hermione sighed. “Look, you should talk. I’ve been watching you and you’re acting weird and I can see it makes Draco feel bad. Do you,” she lowered her voice and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “Are you ashamed of him?”

The weight of her words knocked the wind out of Harry’s lungs. Was that how he was acting? Was that the impression his friends got? Was he making Draco feel that way while he was doing everything to keep his end of the bargain? If Harry felt bad before, he was devastated now.

Hermione bit her lower lip. She looked really uncomfortable. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, you’re right,” Harry said quickly, then shook his head. “I mean, I’m not ashamed or anything, I just, I don’t know, I was very nervous about him coming, about introducing him and I was afraid of the reactions.”

“Harry, there is no need to be afraid of that,” said Hermione with a small smile, squeezing Harry’s shoulder a little. “We’re your friends, we want you to be happy and he’s not that bad.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, not being able to mask his shock. “Really?”

A short yet loud laugh erupted from Hermione. “Really. I mean, have you seen how much Teddy likes him? And I’ve heard him speak French with Fleur and talk to Mrs Weasley about various potions to make her house plants bloom all year. Can you believe that?”

Harry blinked. There it was again, that feeling of being proud of Draco.

“Just go and sort it out. Don’t want to see your long face during my wedding.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Ron’s a bad influence on you.”

Hermione slapped his shoulder playfully, grinning. Harry grinned back and then turned away to find Malfoy only to find Ginny, Luna and Cho talking to each other. No Draco. He looked around but he was nowhere to be seen. For a terrible second, he thought he had left, but then remembered the contract. Surely, he was just cooling off somewhere or went to bed.

He was about to go check their room when Ron and Charlie appeared, dragging Harry into a heated conversation about dragons until Hermione came to the rescue, stating that if Ron had even thought of getting a dragon, she would divorce.

“Wha-? You can’t just do that!” Ron exclaimed indignantly.

“Try me,” Hermione retorted, causing Charlie to burst out laughing and that was the moment Harry slipped away. He almost reached the stairs when Percy caught up to him and Harry had to discuss the newest regulation on performing magic in front of a Muggle.

Thankfully, the evening couldn’t stretch forever as Mrs Granger kindly reminded everyone that the wedding would be tomorrow and all the guests, especially the bride, needed a beauty sleep. Harry couldn’t have agreed more, though he didn’t plan on sleeping just yet.

As he had hoped, Draco was in their room, sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall and reading. He glanced up when Harry entered and put the book down, straightening himself a bit.

“Look, I’m sorry I got angry. I know you didn’t mean it.”

Harry was taken aback. Was he dreaming? Did Draco Malfoy really just apologise to him? It was absurd, but before he could do something stupid again and offend Draco, he said “No, I should be the one apologising. I was an idiot. Sorry.”

Draco stared at him for a long moment before the corners of his lips tugged upwards into a satisfied grin. “You are an idiot.”

The insulting words were on the tip of Harry’s tongue, but he swallowed and instead settled for an eye roll.

“You know, we should work on it a bit more,” Draco said in a more serious tone while Harry went to his bag to pull out his sleeping T-shirt and sweatpants. He stopped halfway and frowned at Draco. It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“Your boyfriend skills? There will be more guests tomorrow.”

“And how do you exactly plan to work on it?”

“Like it’s normally done? Talking, for starters. We should get to know each other.”

Harry grabbed his clothes before replying “Malfoy, we’ve known each other since eleven.”

“Have we?”

Harry paused to consider. Slowly, he turned around and with a sigh, admitted “You know what? You’re right.”

“I am always right.”

“Why do you have to be so annoying?”

Draco snorted, but a small grin was playing across his features. “I’ve spent most of the day acting nice. Give me a break.”

Harry started laughing and sat on the bed. This, he could do. “Okay, talking. What should we talk about?”

“Well, we already discussed the most basic stuff, so nothing in particular. Just tell me something you like,” said Draco with a shrug.

Harry nodded and opened his mouth, then closed. His mind went blank. What did he like? He had no idea what to talk about. Obviously, Draco saw that, because after two eternally long minutes he scoffed.

“You know what? I’ll start.”

He was stuck as well.

They exchanged a look and then both started laughing.

Draco shook his head, unable to wipe the grin off his face. “Merlin’s bollocks, we’re bad at this.”

Harry had to agree and suggested “You wanna watch some trash telly?”

Draco breathed out relieved. “Gods, yes.”

It was as good a start as any.

Two and a half hours later they were both lying on the bed, Harry in his PJs while Draco still fully dressed, a bag of apple rings and several opened boxes of chocolate frogs between them. They were both rather tired, but none of them could stop talking.

“I can’t believe you didn’t at least suspect he was the killer,” Harry shook his head, chewing on an apple ring.

“What? How would I? He looked really innocent!” Draco claimed and threw an empty paper box at him. Harry ducked with a grin and retorted “That’s exactly why he was suspicious!”

“That police woman was far more suspicious.”

“Yeah, they wanted to make you think she was the murderer, so you wouldn’t guess correctly.”

“Damn this bloody Muggles,” Draco hissed and bit off a head of a chocolate frog ferociously.

Harry chuckled. “It’s because you’re just scratching the surface of the wonders of Muggle TV shows. You’ll know better, once you watched a lot.” An idea popped up in his mind and he sat up excitedly, knocking a few sweets aside. “Hey, you know what? You should totally watch this kinda new TV show, it’s called How to get away with murder. It’ll blow your brains!”

Draco tilted his head dubiously. “Well that doesn’t sound very reassuring.”

“Just give it a try, it’s awesome, I swear.”

Draco laughed. “Fine, okay, I will. But now we should really get some sleep. Granger will kill us if we oversleep.”

Harry waved him off. “Nah, she wouldn’t ruin her wedding. She would kill us afterwards.”

Draco pursed his lips a little while thinking, then asked in feigned worry “She grew up watching these crime shows, didn’t she?”

For a moment, Harry stared at him shocked and Draco thought he had messed it all up, but then Harry’s mouth opened and he burst out laughing, rolling onto his stomach on the bed. Draco started laughing as well, though in a more sophisticated way.

“Shit, Draco, I can’t believe you just said that,” Harry said once he managed to calm down. He had to wipe the corner of his eyes.

Draco simply grinned then threw a pillow into his face. “Go to sleep, Potter.”

He grabbed a blanket from the edge of the bed and pulled it over himself, turning away to face the door. For a long moment, Harry stared at him, unable to wipe his stupid grin off, then quickly cleaned up the sweets and papers before taking another blanket and climbing under it.

He couldn’t believe he became friends with Draco. Pretending boyfriends would be easier next day, or so he thought.

*

“Aguamenti!”

Harry bolted upright, gasping for air as icy water splashed into his face.

“What the hell, Draco?!” He coughed, hastily murmuring a warming and drying spell then glaring at Draco.

“I transformed your pillow into a rat first,” he shrugged, then grinned. “Guess it wasn’t drastic enough. Merlin’s beard, where do you live? Are you used to rats?”

“Well, I slept with you!” Harry retorted then froze a second later, when he realized the meaning of his words. Draco was staring at him wide-eyed, though his grin was still plastered on his face. Harry felt his cheeks starting to burn. “Err, I mean-”

With a sneer, Draco threw a wet towel into Harry’s face. “You wish, Potter.” He stood up and went back to the bathroom to comb his hair. Harry watched him leave, noting that Draco was swaying his hips just a bit more than necessary for walking. He swallowed. This shouldn’t be happening. He was so screwed.

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