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Vows of Rivalry

Authors Note: MY FIRST AARON FIC AHH!! Idk what is scarier the fact that this is FINALLY going out to the world or the fact that my first Aaron fic does not follow cannon events. Either way I would really appreciate any feedback you guys can give me. gif credit to original creator. I had it saved on my laptop so I really do not remember

special thanks to @boldlyvoid for beta reading the first draft of this fic. pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Without further ado here is Vows of Rivalry.

Mock trial season. Every law student’s worst nightmare. Except for one.

Most students dreaded the possibility of being pitted against Aaron Hotchner—reigning champion since his first year. Hotch was renowned for his ruthless precision, impeccable argumentation, and the intimidating scowl that seemed permanently etched onto his face. But for Y/N Y/L/N, the prospect of facing Aaron was anything but dreadful. In fact, she relished it.

She could see it now: his jaw clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing whenever she’d poke holes in his carefully laid arguments. For her, it wasn’t just about winning. It was about watching Aaron Hotchner, the unflappable law prodigy, completely lose his composure.

That day was no different. The mock trial courtroom buzzed with the tension of impending arguments, the air crackling with unspoken competition. Y/N adjusted her blazer, her eyes scanning the room for her favorite opponent. There he was, already seated with his ever-present briefcase of legal weapons, jaw set and brows furrowed as he reviewed his notes. She couldn’t help the smirk tugging at her lips as she walked to her seat across from him.

The mock trial had barely begun, but the room felt like a pressure cooker. Y/N had just finished outlining her opening argument when Aaron stood to cross-examine her witness. As always, he delivered each question with surgical precision, his voice sharp, his gaze colder than a winter morning.

But she wasn’t backing down.

“Your Honor,” she interrupted smoothly, “he simply doesn’t have the evidence necessary for—”

“Evidence?” Aaron interrupted, his calm demeanor finally cracking. He looked like he was about to explode, his face flushed with frustration. “Evi—Jesus, woman, you make me so annoyed sometimes. I just want to very publicly divorce you!”

The courtroom fell silent, and Y/N stared at him, stunned by his outburst. Then, instead of being thrown off, she smiled. “You’d have to marry me first, Hotchner.”

Aaron stormed off, leaving the room in a buzz of shock. The judge cleared his throat awkwardly and called for a recess, but all Y/N could think about was how much she had enjoyed watching him unravel.

Neither of them realizing that the judge for this mock trial, their peer Marcus, had a murderous look trained to where Aaron had left.

Flash forward — Present day

The BAU office was quieter than usual, the team scattered as they worked on different aspects of their current case. Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, tapping his pen absently against a case file, the rhythm of his movements betraying his usual calm. His mind wasn’t on the case—not entirely. Instead, it kept wandering back to Y/N. Their history, their rivalry in law school, the way she always managed to get under his skin.

His mind began to drift to that impulsive night in Vegas that had been the culmination of all that tension

The neon lights of Las Vegas blared like a siren song, luring Y/N and Aaron into a world of wildness and excess. After an exhausting week of mock trials, they and their law school classmates had decided to blow off some steam and take a trip to Vegas of all places.

“Okay, Hotchner, let’s see if you can handle another round!” Y/N challenged, her voice slightly slurred as she leaned against the bar, her hair a tousled mess.

Aaron rolled his eyes, his own drink barely clutched in his hand. “I think you’ve already had enough, Y/N. You know, you might actually lose your pants at the blackjack table this time.”

“Ha! Please, I’m a betting goddess! You’re just jealous because I outsmarted you in court last week!” she shot back, leaning in closer, her breath a mixture of fruity cocktails and determination.

“Outsmarted me? You mean you got lucky!” Aaron replied, smirking.

“You know what? Let’s get married!” she taunted, downing the last of her drink.

“What?” Aaron burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope!” Y/N declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s do it. Vegas style! You and me! A wedding! Right now!”

He glanced at her, both amused and wary. “You realize that you’re completely drunk out of your mind, right? You know what they say about Vegas weddings. And I don’t want to be part of a ‘you’re-who-I-got-drunk-with’ story.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, Hotch! It’ll be epic! Plus, we’ll have a great story to tell during our class reunion 10 years from now about how we got wasted and tied the knot on a whim!”

“Yeah, and how you lost all your money at blackjack the same night!” he shot back, unable to hold back his laughter.

“Shut up!” she laughed, but then her expression shifted to one of playful defiance. “I dare you to come with me! We’ll show everyone that even stoic Aaron Hotcher can do something crazy with the right company! Or are you too scared”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “You think I’m scared? You really want to drag me into this madness?”

“Absolutely!” she insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the chapel like a determined toddler. “C’mon! What’s the worst that could happen? We’ll wake up tomorrow, laugh about it!”

“Or we might actually end up married,” he replied, a mixture of thrill and dread filling him as they reached the chapel’s entrance. “What’s your plan if we do?”

“Um… we’ll just call it a really fun mistake!” she quipped, giggling as they stumbled into the small, tacky chapel. Elvis’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” played in the background, setting the perfect absurd tone.

Inside, they approached the altar, barely able to contain their laughter. The Elvis impersonator greeted them, his eyes twinkling as he took in their disheveled appearance.

“Welcome to the chapel, lovebirds!” he boomed, clearly accustomed to drunken couples making rash decisions.

“Lovebirds?” Aaron muttered under his breath, shooting Y/N a glance.

“Shhh! Just go with it,” she hissed, nudging him with her elbow. “It’ll be fun!”

The officiant cleared his throat. “Do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Sure, why not?” Y/N said with a grin, her tone decidedly nonchalant. “I mean, he does make a decent man most of the time.”

“Y/N!” Aaron exclaimed, mortified and amused at her flippancy.

“And do you, Aaron, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the officiant continued, a bemused smile on his face.

Aaron shrugged dramatically, looking at Y/N with exaggerated seriousness. “I guess so. As long as she promises not to annoy me with her terrible jokes and awful puns.”

“Hey!” Y/N shot back, mock-hurt. “I’ll have you know my jokes are legendary!”

“Legendary at making people cringe,” he replied, chuckling as the officiant tried to stifle a laugh.

After a few more playful jabs and exaggerated vows—filled with drunken laughter and outrageous promises—they exchanged rings made of plastic and signed their names on the chapel’s official log, feeling giddy and foolish.

As they stumbled back out into the glittering chaos of the Vegas Strip, their marriage license in hand, they couldn't help but laugh that they even printed out one.

“Is this even legal?” she asked not expecting a reply, glancing at their license as if it might disappear into thin air. “You would think that for a pair of law students we would know the answer”

Aaron only shrugged, too drunk to think, tossing an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s hit the casino again. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”

As they walked, their banter flowed freely, filled with giggles and playful nudges. They knew they would laugh about this ridiculous night for years to come, even if they had to figure out how to disentangle themselves from the drunken mess they had just created.

The next morning had been awkward, to say the least. They had agreed to get the marriage annulled immediately, laughing about how ridiculous it all was. Except, somehow, neither had followed through on the paperwork. It had slipped through the cracks of their busy lives.

Now, his mind kept wandering back to Y/N wondering where she was now. He couldn’t help but notice how the victims all had a striking resemblance to her.

The team had been called in to investigate a series of kidnappings, and the more they dug, the clearer it became for him how they all looked like Y/N. Where was she now? He couldn’t help but think. Was she safe?

He leaned forward, pinching the bridge of his nose, the weight of it all pressing down on him. He had to find her, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Did you find something, Garcia?” Hotch asked, breaking the silence of his office when Penelope Garcia appeared at the door, her fingers flying across her tablet.

She hesitated momentarily, her usual cheerful energy replaced with a seriousness that made Hotch’s pulse quicken.

“I… I think so, sir,” she said, her eyes widening as she glanced at her screen. “Does the name Y/N Y/L/N ring any bells?”

Hotch’s heart stopped for a moment. His eyes locked with Garcia’s, his mind racing. “Yes,” he replied, his voice strained. “She’s… my wife.”

Garcia’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

Hotch took a breath, the memories rushing back. “We got married… years ago. It was a mistake. We were supposed to get divorced, but… it never happened.”

Garcia blinked rapidly, trying to process what he had just revealed. “So, you’re telling me… you’re still married?”

“Yes.” Hotch’s voice was tight with emotion.

He stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. “What did you find?”

Garcia quickly shifted gears, “well, her co-workers reported Y/N missing yesterday after not showing up to work,” pulling up a map of the latest victim location. “Y/N’s phone pinged from an industrial area near the docks about an hour ago. The unsub is still playing games, but I believe she is the latest victim, sir. It appears he stalked her online for a couple of weeks’”

Hotch’s jaw tightened as he listened, his professional side taking over. “Send me the coordinates. I want the team assembled now.”

~~~~~

The BAU team had nearly arrived to the warehouse, moving swiftly and silently. Hotch led the charge, his mind a blur of tactical planning and personal fear. He couldn’t let anything happen to her. Not after all these years. Not when he was just realizing how much she still meant to him.

Inside, the air was thick with dust and decay. The unsub had clearly been holding Y/N here, but as they searched the space, there was no sign of her or the unsub.

Hotch’s phone buzzed. A new message.

It was from Y/N’s phone, but the words were clearly from the unsub:

“Do you remember? Do you remember how much you tried to hate her? Tried to hide much did you love her? You won’t find her in time, Hotchner.”

So this was someone from their past, but who? While trying to think of anyone that would’ve been trying to get close to her and hating him he couldn’t help but recall one fateful winter day that cemented them as academic rivals while also cementing his love for her.

The cold bite of winter air seeped into the library, where a few stubborn law students huddled around textbooks and laptops. Outside, snowflakes drifted lazily, painting the world in white, but inside, a different kind of storm was brewing.

Aaron Hotchner glanced up from his notes, his sharp gaze falling on Y/N, who sat across from him in their study group. The usual fire was in her eyes, and the faintest trace of a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she readied herself for another round of their never-ending banter.

“You’re completely wrong, Hotchner,” she said, her voice sharp and teasing. “Your interpretation of the case law is so off-base, I’m surprised you’re even here right now.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Is that so? Enlighten me, then. If you can, that is.”

Y/N’s face flushed, her hazel eyes narrowing in mock-annoyance. The faint crinkle of her nose appeared—the one that always seemed to surface when she was riled up. It was something he had started to look forward to, something that drove him to keep pushing her buttons just to see that reaction.

“Don’t tempt me,” she said with a huff, leaning forward to point at his notes. “Right here, you missed the entire point of the ruling. You can’t just cherry-pick the facts that support your argument. You’re better than that… or at least, I thought you were.”

Her words were laced with sarcasm, but Aaron found himself barely hearing them. Instead, his mind focused on the way her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, how her cheeks were tinged pink from the warmth of the heated room, and how that fire in her eyes sparked every time they clashed.

She was beautiful in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to fully acknowledge until now. He’d always admired her intellect, her tenacity, the way she stood her ground no matter how hard he pushed. But today—today something shifted. It wasn’t just respect or admiration anymore. It was something deeper, something that hit him square in the chest as if knocking the air out of him.

God, he loved seeing her like this—passionate, focused, and utterly unrelenting. His heart raced as he watched her argue her point, lips moving with a confidence that captivated him. He’d always riled her up for the sake of competition, but now he realized it was more than that. He loved it. Loved the way her nose crinkled, the way her skin flushed pink when she got under his skin and knew it.

She was like a force of nature, and Aaron—against all logic—was caught in her storm.

“Are you even listening to me?” Y/N’s voice cut through his thoughts, her eyes narrowing further as she leaned back, arms crossed.

Aaron blinked, shaking off the haze of his realization, and quickly returned to their debate. “Of course I am. I’m just trying to figure out if you actually believe that nonsense you’re spewing.”

Her mouth fell open, and that familiar spark lit in her eyes again. “You’re impossible!” she snapped, throwing her pen down dramatically.

Aaron bit back a grin. “And you’re predictable.”

That earned him a glare, but he could see the amusement behind it. She thrived on this, just like he did. The banter, the push and pull—it was their language, and he’d never felt more alive than when they were like this. But now it came with a deeper ache, a longing he hadn’t anticipated.

Later that day, after they’d packed up and left the library, Aaron lingered near the hallway, stuffing his textbooks into his bag. Y/N’s voice drifted from around the corner, chatting with her friends.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us tonight?” one of the girls asked. “Marcus has been wanting to ask you out and you always shoot him down.”

Y/N laughed softly. “No, I’m good. I promised myself I’d focus on law school. No distractions. I’m staying single and just keeping my head down until graduation.”

Aaron froze, his breath catching in his throat. The words stung more than they should have. He had just admitted to himself that he might be falling for her, and now—now she was putting up a wall, and he wasn’t even on the other side of it.

Single. Focused on her studies. No distractions.

It was clear where she stood, and Aaron felt a knot of frustration tighten in his chest. He could never compete with her ambitions, nor would he try. He respected that about her. But still, it hit him hard, this quiet admission of hers that he had no place in her plans.

He stood there, hidden just out of view, feeling the weight of her words settle over him. He had never been one to chase something he couldn’t have, and Y/N had just made it clear she was determined to stay unattached.

But if he couldn’t have her the way he wanted—if she would never see him the way he saw her—then he’d find another way to stay close to her.

That night, as snow continued to fall softly outside the window, Aaron made a silent vow to himself. If being her rival was the only way to be near her, then so be it. He would challenge her, argue with her, push her to her limits—because that’s when she was at her best, and it was the only way he could keep her in his life.

If being her academic rival was all he could be, then he would make sure to be the best damn rival she ever had.

The blood drained from his face as he reread the words. This was personal. The unsub had been watching them—watching their past, their history. And now, Hotch knew he was the key to finding Y/N. Could it have been Marucs? Marcus was the other relentless suitor that y/n had. Could it be him?

He called Garcia, “we are almost at the location Y/Ns phone pinged last. Look into Marcus for me, he went to school with us” he ordered

“Looks like Marcus has had many girlfriends that resemble Y/N physical appearance since graduating, up until last year in which his girlfriend broke up with him to marry someone else. The wedding date coincides with the first killing sir”

“Thanks Garcia” he said as they arrived at the location.

The SWAT team had cleared the perimeter, and Aaron Hotchner stood just outside the door of the dilapidated warehouse. The once-industrial building had long since been abandoned, its cracked windows and rusting metal exterior fitting the profile of a man like Marcus Chambers—someone who had faded into the shadows, but had never truly disappeared.

Aaron’s heartbeat thudded heavily in his ears, the only sound louder than the quiet murmur of the team communicating over comms. They’d been tracking Marcus for days, and this was their best lead yet. But there was one glaring problem—it seemed Y/N wasn’t here.

And time was running out.

The door to the warehouse creaked open, and Aaron nodded to Morgan and Prentiss, signaling them to enter first. Inside, the air was stale and filled with the faint scent of metal and dust. There were scattered pieces of old machinery and boxes, but it was otherwise empty—save for a table and the man seated at the far end of the room.

Marcus.

His dark eyes were fixed on the team as they approached, his mouth curled into a bitter smirk. He didn’t make any effort to move or run, didn’t flinch as SWAT flooded in behind them, guns raised and voices sharp with commands. He sat there, unbothered, like he’d been expecting them all along.

Aaron’s jaw clenched as he approached, unable to shake the burning anger and desperation clawing at him. Y/N’s life depended on this, and every second felt like an eternity.

“Where is she?” Aaron’s voice was low, controlled, but the fury beneath it was unmistakable.

Marcus’s eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms lazily. “You think it’s that easy, don’t you, Hotchner? You swoop in, play the hero, and save the day.” He sneered. “But not this time.”

Aaron’s fists clenched at his sides. The rage boiling inside him was barely contained, but he couldn’t afford to lose control now. He couldn’t let Marcus see just how much he was getting to him. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“I’m not playing games with you, Marcus,” Aaron growled, stepping closer, his voice like steel. “Tell me where she is, or I swear you won’t like how this ends.”

Morgan stepped forward ready to jump and protect his boss and close friend, hand resting on his gun, ready for any sign of danger. “You’re surrounded, man, you’re not walking out of here, so you might as well make it easier on yourself.”

Marcus chuckled darkly, shaking his head as if amused by the entire situation. “Easier? For me? This was never about making it easy, agent.” His eyes drifted back to Aaron, and there was something unsettling in his gaze—something cold, unhinged. “This was about making you pay.”

Aaron felt the weight of those words, and it took everything in him to keep his expression neutral. He had known Marcus back in law school—had always seen him as a man with an inferiority complex, always jealous of anyone who succeeded around him. But that was nothing compared to the bitterness Aaron saw now.

“This is about Y/N, isn’t it?” Aaron said, voice steady but cutting. “You’ve hated me since the mock trial when I said I would marry her, but Marcus you should know we were just rattling each other”

“Bullshit” Marcus yelled irritated

Marcus’s smirk widened. “You have no idea, do you? No idea what it felt like watching you—golden boy Aaron Hotchner—get everything handed to you. The grades, the reputation, and then… her.”

Could he really know about Vegas, about them actually marrying? Aaron thought. It wasn’t as if they actually lived like husband and wife, they had just forgotten to annul the marriage, granted, as far as he knew neither of them had dated after that day. Could he really be this infuriated by a piece of paper? Aaron decided not to focus on the pang of guilt he felt by thinking of the marriage to the love of his life as just a “piece of paper” he had to figure out where she was before it was too late.

“I watched you two,” Marcus continued, his voice laced with bitterness. “Watched you marry her like it was some joke. Like she was some prize you could just win and forget about.”

Aaron’s stomach twisted. It all went back to Vegas. The night they’d gotten drunk, the night he and Y/N had woken up with rings on their fingers and hazy memories of how they got there. A wedding that should have been forgotten, annulled, but had somehow turned into something much more permanent, a silent promise that they would always be there for each other. A promise he couldn't break, not after all this time.

And Marcus had been there. He’d seen it all. And he was dead set on breaking the fragile bond that was made that night between Aaron and Y/N.

Suddenly, a faint sound caught his attention—a soft, muffled cry coming from the back of the warehouse. Hotch motioned for the team to follow as they approached a locked room. Kicking the door open, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was. Y/N. Bound and gagged but alive.

You were there that night?” Aaron asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Marcus nodded, his eyes flickering with something darker—something dangerous. “I saw it all. You don’t even remember, do you? How you laughed about it. How you said it didn’t matter, how it would all be a funny memory years down the road. But it mattered to me.”

Aaron’s chest tightened. Yes, there was laughter that night. But, he hadn’t brushed it off like it meant nothing. It had scared him the days after how much that marriage had meant to him. But Marcus had twisted that memory, had held onto it all these years, letting it fester into something deadly.

“This isn’t about Vegas, Marcus,” Aaron said coldly. “This is about your obsession. You’re angry because you never stood a chance.”

Marcus’s smirk faltered for a brief second, but the madness in his eyes only intensified. “I didn’t stand a chance because you took her from me before I even had one.”

Aaron’s fists clenched tighter, his patience fraying. “I'm done with this, I’m done with you. Tell me where she is. Now.”

Marcus chuckled, leaning forward in his chair, his voice dripping with malice. “You really think I’d make it that easy for you? No, Hotchner. This is your punishment. You don’t get to save her this time.”

Aaron’s blood ran cold, a chill settling deep into his bones. He stepped closer, towering over Marcus, his voice deadly calm. “You tell me where she is, or I swear–” Aaron couldn’t finish his threat, noticing Marcus’ eyes flickered to the timer he set on a nearby table.

Marcus met Aaron’s eyes, his smile fading into something more sinister. “You’re too late. She will be dead in 20 minutes.”

Aaron’s heart stopped. Too late. No, that couldn’t be possible. Not Y/N. Not when they were so close.

“Where is she?” Morgan demanded, his voice rising.

Marcus didn’t answer. His gaze drifted lazily around the room, savoring the tension, the desperation on Aaron’s face. “You’ll never find her. She’s too far gone.”

Aaron lunged forward, grabbing Marcus by the collar and hauling him to his feet, rage boiling over. “Where is she?!”

Morgan and Prentiss moved to pull Aaron back, but he was already too far gone. Marcus laughed in his face, taunting him with the one thing Aaron couldn’t afford to lose: time.

And then, in a quiet, venomous whisper, Marcus finally spoke.

“You’re looking in the wrong place.”

The words sank in, chilling Aaron to his core. Marcus had known all along that they’d come here, had expected this, planned for it. And while they wasted time finding him—Y/N was somewhere else.

Somewhere Aaron might never reach her in time.

He released Marcus, stepping back, chest heaving with frustration and panic. They had him in custody, but it wasn’t enough. Not without Y/N.

They were running out of time, and Aaron knew he couldn’t afford a single second more

Back at the BAU Penelope Garcia’s fingers flew across the keyboard, eyes glued to the flurry of data populating the screen. She’d been digging into Marcus's background, searching for anything that could lead them to where he was keeping Y/N. “Come on, come on…” she muttered under her breath, frustration building—until suddenly, a detail popped up, too familiar to ignore. “Wait a minute,” she whispered, freezing. She leaned closer, eyes widening as the puzzle pieces clicked. “The old library!”

Spencer Reid, sitting across from her, looked up from the stack of files he was pouring over. “What about it?”

Garcia spun her chair toward him, her face pale with realization. “That abandoned library—the one Hotch and Marcus used to study at with the group. It was scheduled for demolition last year, but the plans were scrapped. No one’s been there in years.”

Reid’s eyes lit up with recognition, and his voice dropped. “It’s isolated. Quiet. The perfect place to hide someone.”

Garcia immediately tapped into her comms, panic lacing her voice as she patched through to Hotch. "Hotch, I think we’ve found her. She’s at the old library. Marcus has her at the place you all used to study.”

There was a beat of silence before Hotch's voice came through, tight with urgency. "We are on our way."

Aaron Hotchner’s heart pounded as he pushed through the crumbling doors of the abandoned library, his flashlight slicing through the dust-choked darkness. Morgan was right behind him, followed closely by Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi, their footsteps eerily silent against the cracked tile floors. The air was heavy with mustiness, and the faint echoes of their past—years spent studying in this very place—seemed to haunt the hallways. But there was no time for memories. They had to find her.

A distant sound, soft but unmistakable—a faint whimper—cut through the silence. Hotch froze, his breath hitching. His pulse quickened as his eyes darted toward a door partially ajar at the far end of the room. He motioned for the team to fan out as he crept forward, fear and determination twisting in his gut.

He pushed the door open, revealing Y/N—bound, bruised, but alive—lying in the corner of the room. Relief surged through him like a wave, but there was no time to celebrate, she was breathing but not conscious. Morgan moved quickly to her side, cutting her restraints while JJ and Prentiss scanned the area, and Rossi stood guard. Hotch knelt beside her, his voice low but filled with an emotion he rarely let surface. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Her eyes, though tired and scared, widened when she saw him. Relief washed over her face “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice cracking for the first time in years.

She coughed softly as she tried to smile. “You… you found me.”

“Always,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. “I’ll always find my wife.”

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sweetsaladpainterranch · 2 months ago

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Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon

Blanket Blunder

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It was around 2 am in your shared suite at the Hazbin Hotel and you were awoken to an excited husband nuzzling into your neck with tender kisses. His body was tightly spooned around yours and you could feel every inch of his intentions for waking you up in the middle of the night. With a sleepy sigh, you wiggled your hips against him and smiled in satisfaction as a warm, breathy groan tickled your neck in reply.

You turned your body to fully face his furry embrace and you melted upon being met with the loving fire blazing in his ruby eyes.

Oh, how you loved this demon of a buck. ♥️

You ran your hands down his chest and abdomen only to find that he had already done away with his usual silk pajamas and even his briefs. Looking back up at his face, Alastor smugly wiggled his eyebrows with a lust filled smirk. You giggled at his charming display and pressed your chest against his to get even closer for a heated kiss. You were both lost in the passionate encounter of hands and lips. Lost in each other.

However this also meant that neither of you heard the soft squeak of the door opening or the almost silent hoof steps leading directly to the foot of your large bed. You were just about to straddle your mate, also feeling his hands slip under the thin hem of your cotton nightgown, when you both froze.

There was the undeniable sound of pacifier sucking and you whipped your head around to see a tear faced Evangeline standing with her tiny hands bunched into her onesie pajamas. All you saw of her face was big red doe eyes looking up in confusion before a loud record screech sounded off and you were immediately thrown over the far side of the bed.

"E-Evie, my little darling!", Alastor sat up stiffly and quickly snapped his fingers to reclothe himself, "What is it that brings you here so late?" His voice sounded thick with panicked agitation.

Evangeline climbed onto the bed near his hooves and let out a sad whine as she rubbed her eyes, which were noticeably red and puffy. You stood up, from where you landed unceremoniously on the floor, and went to sit near her while Alastor continued.

"Did you have another nightmare, sweetheart?", he cooed gently.

She nodded a few times before crawling onto your lap to snuggle her curly hair into your warm embrace. You slowly looked up at your husband and the both of you knew what was coming...

The next time you awoke, you were sandwiched in between your mate (hugging your side tightly and long leg stretched across your own ) and your fawn (who lay directly on your chest with her hand on your face and drooling). Both were snoring heavily and you thought that maybe you could be a bit late to work this morning as you settled deeper into the snuggle puddle.

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I had a nice morning 🙂

Hope you guys are doing well.

-S.S.P.R.

#hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you

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msbigredmachine · 5 months ago

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You Again (Roman Reigns) - Part 1

That awkward moment when the biggest star in pro wrestling happens to be your high school bully…and he’s in your office. A 2-part series.

Pairing: Bully!Roman Reigns x OC

Word Count: 2,500

Warning: Hints of smut, stalking, bullying

FINALLY! I've fleshed out this WIP. I'm so proud of myself! Hope you like it. Enjoy!

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Evelyn squeezed into the crowded elevator, relieved that she’d gotten in before the doors could slide shut. She combed her fingers through her wig, smoothed down her blouse and took a deep breath as another work day that came too soon was about to start. Stepping out on the fifth floor, she fixed her face like she didn’t wish she was back in Cancun sipping on some Piña Coladas at her beachfront cabana.

The offices of Wow Magazine buzzed left and right, with employees and staff bustling about as the latest edition of the fashion Bible was published on print and digital media today. Evelyn plastered a smile on her face and accepted their glowing compliments on her outfit. Dressed in a cute off-white sweater blouse, a white pleated miniskirt with sheer Fendi ‘F’ tights and black stilettos, the ‘Editor-in-Chief’ nameplate pasted to her door reminded her every day that she couldn’t be caught dead looking a mess at any time.

“Latte for Miss Ashton?” Her assistant, Faith, entered her office ten minutes later with her usual Starbucks order. “Welcome back, boss. You look refreshed and ready to go already!” she chirped, setting the Styrofoam cup down on the mahogany desk. "How was your vacation?"

"Way too short. I wanna go back already," she replied. "So what's on my agenda today before I change my mind and get outta here?"

Faith laughed and scrolled down her iPad. "You got a meeting at ten with Tessa on September’s feature cover. Your lunch meeting with Roger from Finance is at noon, then there’s a couple of itineraries that need your approval. I’ve already emailed them to you."

"Sounds good." Evelyn took a sip of her coffee and chatted some more with Faith before she was left alone to get settled. At five to ten, she was walking to the conference room when she caught a glimpse of a tall, powerfully built man standing at the reception area, his back only visible in profile. His well-tailored pinstripe gray Gucci suit was a perfect fit on his big frame and all the musculature underneath. A jolt of interest pinged through her for this attractive stranger, but it was quickly replaced by shock as he turned around and his dark eyes met hers.

This was no stranger at all. It was her worst nightmare!

It had been several years, but there was no mistaking that face. It was bad enough that she’d had to look at it every single day for much of her teen years. Said face also haunted her TV on Friday nights, and given how he'd made her life miserable, she couldn’t forget it if she tried.

Oh no. No, no…no!

She felt her stomach drop when his eyes widened. Fuck! He recognized her, too! She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his fiery stare as his lips formed her name.

“Evie?”

Hearing him address her by her shortened name snapped her temporary paralysis. Ducking her head, she almost stumbled in her heels as she rushed into the conference room and slammed the door shut. Flattening her back against it, she exhaled shakily, her heart racing at a million miles a minute as she struggled to process what she’d just seen.

More frightening was the sight of him walking into the conference room just a few moments later with Tessa, Wow’s Artistic Director, a cheery smile on her face as she announced,

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you the cover star for September’s edition, WWE Superstar Roman Reigns!”

Focusing on the meeting was difficult. Staying professional was even tougher knowing her tormentor sat mere feet away, staring a hole through her the entire time. She wanted to throw up as Tessa gushed over the magazine’s newly-penned partnership with WWE, which came with a cover feature for its biggest star in their most popular edition of the year. This also meant that in just a few short weeks, Evelyn would have to see him again, as it was her job to oversee his photoshoot, wardrobe, and the interview itself. Even more nauseating was that Management was to hold a lavish yacht party this coming weekend celebrating the partnership with Joe as their special guest of honor. Clearly, a lot had transpired while she was away, and she didn’t like any of it one bit.

Neither Tessa nor Faith noticed her eagerness to get out of there when the meeting finally, thankfully ended. She quickly darted into the break room nearby and fought to catch her breath, hating that she was running around like a cornered rat. Luckily the room was empty, meaning no one could see her in her flustered state. She was known for her cool calm demeanor, but one asshole had just come into her world and turned it upside down. Again.

She couldn’t believe this! Why was the Lord testing her like this?

Joe Anoa’i had single-handedly almost ruined her entire high school experience. For one, he made sure no boy came near her during her first three years. She was the constant butt of mean jokes thanks to his stupid football teammates, led by him and his twin cousins Jon and Josh Fatu. Her locker would often be spray-painted with derogatory names or overflowing with trash, and, at one horrific time, used condoms. She remembered the tears she’d cried after she had to clean up that disgusting stuff all by herself in front of everyone.

When her father was transferred out of state right before her senior year began, she had been beyond relieved. Most teenagers would have been devastated to be uprooted for their last year in high school, but Evelyn was ecstatic. She was never going to see Joe or his cronies again, and it was the chance to finally have a normal high school experience.

She could vividly recall the last time she saw him. She'd been so happy at the prospect of escape that, when he paused in the hall to watch her clean out her locker for the last time, she made full eye contact with him for once and laughed in his face.

"Sayonara, bitch," Evie cheesed, smiling smugly when a scowl darkened his irritatingly handsome face.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, walking up to her, his expression intense.

"Gettin’ away from you and this fucking school forever. You’ll never see me again and I don’t gotta deal with your bullshit anymore," she replied coldly. Stepping past him, she almost fell over when he grabbed her arm and yanked her back, colliding their bodies together.

Joe leaned down, towering over her petite figure, and growled, "Oh sweetheart, trust me when I say you'll see me again. I’ll find you wherever you are, no matter how long it takes. That’s a promise."

Evelyn recalled his raspy last words with trepidation. That he had indeed found her, just like he’d threatened, spooked her to no end.

Behind her, the door clicked open, and the air in the room changed. Shifted. Charged with a palpable tension. Through the reflection of a nearby window, she saw Joe shut the door behind him. With her heart in her throat, she kept her back turned and did her best to ignore his approaching footsteps. But with only a few long strides, he was standing right behind her, boxing her in his much bigger body. She hated the way her skin prickled and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Blood pounded in her ears as his familiar scent reached her nose, triggering memories of when he had mercilessly tortured her in school. She stiffened at the reminder and struggled with her body's response to his closeness. Close enough now that there was very little room for her to escape even if she wanted to.

His hard chest molded against her back. His thick, muscular arms stretched across the table she leaned on from both sides, trapping her. She could feel every inch of him, every muscle attached to her like steel to a magnet. Her breath caught, torn between shoving him away and giving in to the arousal that pulsed through her body. When she felt his mouth close to her ear, a shiver coursed down her spine.

"Evie," Joe breathed. His low, husky voice uttering her name set off the butterflies in her belly and spread heat through her body. As his hands moved to her shoulders, her skin broke out into goosebumps and her nipples hardened into sharp little points, chafing almost painfully against the lace of her bra. Despite her body's involuntary reaction, she held herself rigidly, staring straight ahead, giving no indication that she could feel anything.

"I thought I was imagining things," he went on in that gruff, yet velvety tone, "But no. I'd know that face anywhere.”

“Oh look, the leader of N’Stink is here. Long time no see,” Evelyn finally spoke up, her tone cold and clipped.

“Leader of what?” he laughed. She didn't see what was so funny.

“That was my name for you and the evil twins. Jon and Josh. I remember you all,” she said.

Joe smirked. “Who knew little Evie Ashton was so creative.”

“I’m not ‘Evie’ anymore. I go by Evelyn now.” She dared to glare up at him and despised the way her knees weakened immediately. He was more gorgeous than he was twenty years ago and was still able to effortlessly awaken her body with just one look, with just his proximity. It reminded her how, as a teen, she had been so confused and embarrassed by the way she simultaneously loathed him and desired him. Unfortunately nothing about that had changed.

"This is the other reason I knew it was you." His mouth was by her ear again. To her complete shock, he pressed himself against her, and she sucked in a breath as what felt like an impressive erection lightly prodded her backside. "All you had to do was come near me and you had me so hard I couldn’t walk straight sometimes."

Hold up!

Her eyes went wide. “What are you talking about?”

“You have no damn idea how much I wanted you, Evie,” Joe elaborated, licking his lips as he gazed at her. “I wanted a taste of them soft lips. Your tits. Your pussy. Hell, I still do.”

Evelyn clenched her thighs together, failing to stop the rush of warmth between her legs at his unexpected words. “You’re fuckin’ lying,” she stammered. This coming from the same guy who regularly made fun of her skinny frame and horn-rimmed glasses back then. Total bullshit!

He shook his head. “I'm not. You feel that, don’t you?” He grinded against her again, nudging the back of her skirt a little higher up her thighs. She opened her mouth to tell him to get the fuck away from her, but all that came out was a whimper. She glanced down, seeing his strong, tanned hands now grasping her hips, lining up her ass directly against his crotch. Mindlessly, she pressed back against him, her body giving into the urges despite her brain’s protests. Lust coursed through her, drugging her into docility. The same thing kept happening back in high school. Even when she was furious at him, he'd affected her so strongly on a physical level that she felt almost drunk when she was around him. What was worse, he was the first and only boy who had turned her on like that without even lifting a finger. Not even Chuka, her ex-fiancé, ever set her body on fire like this, despite his numerous attempts.

As a teenager, she would daydream during the day, and at night, laying alone in her bed, fantasize about being with Joe Anoa’i…wondered what it would feel like, imagined the heights he could take her to if they ever had sex…

Encouraged by her complacency, Joe’s lips trailed the crook of her neck, and her head tilted back reflexively. His steel length felt like it was branding her through her skirt. She panted heavily, air expelling in short bursts from her lungs as his mouth trailed ever closer, ghosting over her jawline and her cheek before finally landing on hers, sucking her bottom lip. For the life of her, she wondered why she didn’t push him away. Perhaps it was because she was starved for a man’s touch which had been missing for the past year. Or maybe because it was a kiss she’d dreamed of; a kiss that would set her ablaze and burn her from the inside out. It was the kiss she’d wanted for two decades but never got. Until now.

Evelyn could hear her inner, mentally-scarred teen scream for joy as she turned in his arms and kissed his soft lips back with a defeated moan. The energy between them had amplified tenfold, making her heart race, urging her to dive into him. Joe seemed to read her mind and, pushing her up against the table, slipped his tongue into her mouth, his hand leaving her waist to curl around her throat. It was the simplest, yet the kinkiest of touches which unleashed a tsunami between her thighs and another moan against his lips. She felt his dick pulse against her belly as the kiss became more urgent, hungrier. With a gentle nudge of his foot, he spread her legs wider apart, and her body jerked with surprise when he shoved his other hand inside her skirt, boldly cupping the mound protected by her panties.

“Just like I thought, you’re wet as fuck. Did I make you wet like this back then? Huh?” Joe goaded, his lips an inch from hers, making her feel every word he uttered. "Tell me."

Evelyn couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back, or her body grinding against his fingers as they circled around the dampness on her underwear before tugging the satin material to the side. His hand on her neck slipped lower to grab her breast, fondling it in his large palm as his lips latched onto the side of her throat. It was an attack from all fronts and Evelyn was very much losing the fight.

Until his finger dipped inside her wetness, which her brain computed as one lascivious act too many and finally snapped her back to her senses.

“Okay, stop! Stop it!” she hissed in a panic, pushing him off her. She glanced around the room, hoping no one else was there as she adjusted her clothes, and then raced out of the room as fast as her heels could carry her, desperate to get away. She slammed her office door shut and did not come out again until he left.

On her desk, the invite to the yacht party taunted her in its fancy, elaborate lettering and graphics, a craftwork that would have impressed her if it didn’t make her want to vomit and run away forever, or better yet, book another flight to Cancun never to return.

How the fuck was she going to get through the week?

And where the fuck was her vibrator when she needed it?

END OF PART ONE

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sterredem · 5 months ago

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Descendants

F1 grid x driver!rookie!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls

Warning Mention if addict (max with RedBull), Not proofread, spelling mistakes, long

Summary the new rookie on the grid is obsessed with descendants and makes it everyone’s problem

A/N bsf/n = best friends name (for anyone that didn’t know)

I like it! I hope y’all also do. It’s pretty long and I made it over here course of a few weeks so there can be parts where it doesn’t fit so if you notice that please say it so I can fix it! I have also had my descendants obsession come back with the new movie. (Still deciding if I like it or not)

Please repost and comments it helps a lot! Feadback is also appropriated!❤️🫶

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f1 BREAKING: Y/n y/l/n will make the step in 2025, signing a multi-deal with Red Bull! ✍️

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User1 YES!! 💜💙

User2 OMG? Already up to red bull? I would suspect that she would go to rb first!

User3 There are going to be a LOT of GenZ on the grid! It’s gonna be chaos!

User4 wait till everyone finds out how crazy and a PR nightmare she is 💜💙

User5 LETS GOOOO

User6 power duo with her and max

User7 Women in F1 again??

User8 YESS!! 💜💙 I have loved her ever since F3!

User9 Why do so people use the blue and purple heart?

User8 its an inside joke with her and the fans. It’s better if you get to know it through something else (I’m not trying to gatekeep its also just really hard to explain)

User9 alright. I’ll look it up.

User10 not really surprised

User11 she’s so pretty

User12 why do they say multi-year and not the year?! ITS SO ANNOYING!!

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Y/n_Racing Ready for 2025 with red bull. Already binge drink wing this drink. Happy to drive the bull for a few year (hopefully a long time)💪

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RedBullRacing Happy to have you on our team next year💪

MaxVerstappen1 2 history makes in the same team… this is gonna be fun. Happy to have you as a team mate

Prema_Team Sad to let you go, but happy to see you in f1. Great job Y/n💪

User1 HISTORY MAKER!!

User2 Why is this such a dry caption? From what I’ve heard she is a PR problem but this doesn’t seem like it

User3 she is… she has a second account that is managed by herself and that is the chaotic and problematic one. PR has tried to take it away but she always finds a way to get it back. So they’ve given up. I think I’m a few minutes she is gonna post on their and cause a problem of post a chaotic post

User4 FINNALY A WOMEN AGAIN!!

User5 she will be the inspiration to Kay many jong girls

User6 Already looking forwards to the next season!

User7 wait… so where is Carlos going?

User8 her and Ollie being on the grid together is just so funny to me. They are going to cause havoc

User9 I already love her and I’ve only seen a PR made post

User10 💜💙

User11 wait till everyone sees her descendants obsession. They won’t think the same about her

User12 she is so pretty

User13 she looks so nice😊

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Y/n_Real Just vid announced as a RedBull driver… I think I need to change the aesthetic to red…… good this the new descendants movie will be with a lot of blue (and Evie will be our saviour!)!! Als the 5th picture is how it feeling rn.

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Bsfuser AAAHHHH IM SO HAPPY!!!!

Y/n_Real YESSSSS

Bfsuser Also the rise of red and Evie our saviour 🙏🙏

Y/n_Real REAL!!🙏🙏

User1 AAAHHH!!! IM SO PROUD

Y/n_Real THANK YOU!!💋💋

User2 OMG I FOUND THE SECOND ACCOUNT!! And user3 was right!

User3 Always eats with her posts

User4 The mal picture is so real

User5 I love how she interacts with her fans in this account

User6 wait why rise of red? Isn’t that Ferrari?

Y/n_Real yes. But CINDERELLA AND HER DAUGHTER! (Sorry for being passive aggressive I am just SO EXITED ABOUT EVERYTHING (but they are both blue so yaya red bull!))

User7 I love her and bsf/n’ relationship!

User8 do you know how they became friends? I’ve seen a lot about them but I’m just wondering

User7 yes I know! They became friends at a comic con event for the 3rd descendents movie where they sat next to each other so they began talking and became friends

User8 That so funny! How do y’all know all this?

User7 sometimes Y/n or bsf/n go live and just talks a lot

User9 The make up looks so good!!

User10 you are so pretty

User11 Post 941 of Y/n putting mal in her post (don’t break this streak sweetie)

Y/n_Real OMG YOUR STILL HERE!! I love you!!

User11 ILY TOO

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Y/n_Real SO PROUD OF YOU KYLIE!!! All that aside… I am soooo proud of you Kyliecantrall and I’m very happy that you have made it this far!

For anyone that’s nee here: this is my VERY talented friend Kylie, and she has made it into a Descendant movie!! I have had the honours to go to the premiere and to have known this lovely lady for quite some time!

Love you Kylie and you did an AMAZING job playing Red!!

(Also 5th picture is how I felt at the premiere)

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Kyliecantrall I LOVE YOUUUU!!!💋❤️💕

Y/n_Real ILYYY 22222!!!! 💋💕❤️

Bsfuser I LOVE U KYLIEE!!!

Kyliecantrall I LOVE YOUT TWOOOO!!!😘😘

User1 I love her friendship with bsf/n and Kylie

User2 OMG SHE WAS AT A DESCENDANT PREMIERE!!!

User3 I WAS SO EXITED WHEN U SAW HER!!

User4 real ones know who Kylie is and her friendship with Y/n and bsf/n

User5 Now the male picture again😂

User6 I’m still so confused at this

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Y/n_Real New team, new me (Also this wasn’t my plan Bsf/n dragged me into this)

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Bsfuser Don’t say I dragged you into this. It was YOUR plan

Y/n_Real STOP SPREADING LIES!!

User7 It looks so good!

User8 Why does this seem so random?

User9 My new fav brunette and black haired duo

User10 I love you both!!

User11 you both give me dark academia vibes and I’m LOVING it!

User12 So cute!

User13 and there we go with mal… again (not complaining)

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Y/n_Racing Life as a newly brunette and attending an f1 race as an announced driver for the first time

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Redbullracing Happy to have you and glad we can see more of you next year😊

Maxverstappen1 It was nice seeing you again!

Alex_albon I see you have already taken after my hair dyeing. Welcome me the grid Y/n

Bsfuser Rude that you didn’t invite me🙄

User1 Brown hair looks good on you

User2 she is really living the dream life: going to premiers and f1 races and also going to drive in f1 and being besties with descendants cast members

User3 just wait until she meets dove Cameron or Sophia Carson, she WILL freak out

Y/n_Racing DONT EXPOSE ME!

User4 my favourite celebrity

User5 So happy to see you on the grid next year!

User6 just wait until the grid sees her descendant obsession.

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Time skip to 6 races in the season

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Y/n_Real A real dream come true! Me and @bsfuser met the people that started our friendship!!! It was an absolute dream meeting @DoveCameron and @SophiaCarson !

(We also got some great advise… you will see it soon)

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DoveCameron I also had a great time meeting you! Liked by author

SophiaCarson It was lovely meeting you and bsf/n (I also hope you can do something with what I said) liked by author

Bsfuser THIS STILL FEELS LIEK A DREAM!!

Y/n_Real FOR REAL

OscarPiastri Weirdo. I noticed you where obsessed with descendants with the music that always comes from your drivers room but this…

Y/n_Real Says the one that is doing a movie marothon from descendants with his girlfriend

User7 AHHHH THEY MET!!!!

User8 What did they tell you?!

Y/n_Real It’s a secret 🤫🤫🤫

User9 Not this being one of the only posts with over a million likes😭😂

User10 I love how the drives are already aware and done with her descendants obsession

User11 I AM SO JEALOUS!!

User12 I love that for y’all!! (Totally not jealous and not sarcastic)

User13 Them also commenting🫠🫠 so cuteee!!!

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Y/n_Real Dove, Sophia, Bsfuser, Alex, Kylie and a lot of the drivers + descendants movie cast said I should do it… so I did. New hair era!!!

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DoveCameron It looks so good!!

Y/b_Real Thank you!

SophiaCarson I said it would be a good idea!

Y/n_Real And you were right!

Bsfuser Should I go blue?

Y/n_Real YES!!

Alex_albon Already going for my bit I see

Y/n_Real you’ve never done purple soo…

OscarPiastri This is really beginning to become a problem

Landonorris True

Zhouguanyu24 True

Hulkhulkenberg I also see it

Logansargeant I also do

Yukitsunoda0511 Same with me

Valtteribottas I fear I also see it

Kevinmagnussen I also see this becoming a problem

PierreGasly I also do… and why purple? There are a lot of different… better colours

Lancestroll I have to admit I also see this as a problem…

DanielRiccardo Why doe it kinda look good??

EstebanOcan It doesn’t…

Fernandoalo_Oficial It does, shut up Estie

Carlossainz55 Yeah shut up Esteban

LewisHamilton It looks really good Y/n!

Y/n_Real Thank you Lewis!

LewisHamilton Also I also think Descendants is a great movie series

Y/n_Real YESSS!!

Maxverstappen1 Obsessed

Y/n_Real Says the RedBull addict

Charles_Leclerc should I now also whatch it? I want to but I think I’ve already heard to many spoilers from you

Y/n_Real watch it.

User1 All the drivers in the comments😭😂

User2 I think the grid noticed her obsession

User3 They FINNALY caught up!

User4 The hair looks amazing!

User5 everyone here talking about the hair but has anyone seen the make up?? IT LOOKS AMAZING!!

User6 Y/n had really made it now

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the-bi-library · 3 months ago

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Make the Season Bright by Ashley Herring Blake

Under All the Lights (When It All Syncs Up, #2) by Maya Ameyaw

Whispers Most Foul (Dunhollow Academy, 1) by Emma MacDonald

Soul Survivors: Book 1 by River Kai

The Stars Inside Us (The Broken Stars Series, #3) by Kristy Gardner

Imperfectly Perfect by Adrian J. Smith

This Dark Heart by Zeena Gosrani

Chai Jinxed by Emi Pinto

Demon of the Deep (Demon of the Deep Series Book 1) by Briar Belmont

The Dark Becomes Her by Judy I. Lin

Phantom Hearts by Rosie Talbot

Devil by the Tail by Caroline Lavoie

This Dark Paradise by Erin Luken

Haunting Melody by Chloe Spencer

Not Until Her by Miranda Melanie

Strange Beasts by Susan J. Morris

Until We Shatter by Kate Dylan

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The Nightmare Before Kissmas by Sara Raasch

The People Next Door by Anna Woiwood

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Darn Knit All by Evie Mitchell

The Fate of Magic by Sara Raasch

The Winner Takes It All by Ivy L. James

Pushing Daisy by Isla Winter

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teecupangel · 4 months ago

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I've had some thoughts on what elements(not really ATLA) fit Ezio, Altaïr, Desmond, Basim and Ratonhnhaké:ton(just a curiousity thing). And i think Fire fits Ezio alot. It burns fiercly and destroys things in it's path, but the aftermath leaves nurishing, lifebringing ash. It burns down forests, leaving it clear for new growth.

For Desmond it's definetly Water. He bends around the rock in the river, but also violently crushes into obstacles. If we include ice into water(which i often do, it just makes sense imo), it also fits with a slow, but guaranteed death. It can also cut and freezeburn anyone who touches it, who doesn't know it's dangers.

Altaïr is a bit trickier. He also fits Fire, but i also like the idea of him being Lightning. Violent, quick destruction, easily seen and recognised, often turning on it's wielder if improperly handled. But with the right amount, it leads to incredible technology, life altering in it's wonders.

Ratonhnhaké:ton i think is Earth or Wind. Earth is steady, lifegiving, solid. But it can also be devastating in it's power, shaking the very foundation of cities, tearing everything apart. Wind is similiar. Gentle, cooling breeze on a summers day or a warm wind in autumn, but it can also bring devestation. Storms, hurricanes and tornadoes. Tearing things apart, leaving destruction in it's wake, terrifyingly unstoppable.

Basim i think fits with Wind. He is very stubborn and willful in Mirage, like an incoming storm. And with the hallucinations, nightmares and the memories of Loki, he can probably go from a mild breeze to a hurricane in an instant, unstable in it's strength.

Idk about the others protaganists, i still haven't played most of the games(procrastenation is a bitch XD), but feel free to suggest your own ideas of other elements that could fit and how the elements can fit the other characters. ^^

So, before we get to the others, I feel like we should only focus on 5 main elements: Water, Fire, Earth, Wind and Lightning since that’s the elements you suggested.

I agree with their elements and I kinda like the idea of Ratonhnhaké:ton being Wind more than Earth because I want to suggest that we mess with Edward.

He gets the Earth element. Of course, the Water element is right there and it would certainly make sense for him to have a Water element as well but just imagine how funny it would be for Edward to have Earth element and he’s still a pirate. He’s gonna have to be creative and maybe bring a pouch of dirt with him. Or Jackdaw’s captain quarters have a minigarden. Edward having Earth element could work. Earth and plants in general can be stubborn sons of bitches that won’t die even when they’re out of their natural habitat (take dandelion growing on concrete for example). But Earth is also adaptable and steadfast.

I would also like to add, Basim is also like a fog (which is Wind adjacent) because of the secrets he hides in the ‘illusion’ called Basim (as someone who don’t even know it or as Loki who actively uses that facade)

Now, for the other protagonists:

Bayek would be Fire. He brings warmth and safety to those he loves and suffering and death to those against him. The rage and desire for vengeance burns inside him but, at the same time, it is that warmth that helped him move on and create a path forward.

Shay would be Lightning as well, his name as an Assassin hunter similar to the thunderous roar that warns those of his presence but not of where he would strike.

Arno is Wind. At the start, he is carefree summer breeze, just fleeting around and enjoying the life he has. Later on, he becomes a mist, present but not the center of attention, satisfied of being of service to the woman he loves. After her death, he becomes a brewing storm that could just as easily be destructive to himself and others.

Evie and Jacob. Now, these two… they would be Earth but of ‘different kinds’. Jacob would be more of a plant-based Earth elemental wielder, a symbol of his desire to make his own path, away from their father’s legacy. Evie, on the other hand, is more of a stone-based Earth elemental wielder, signifying the fortitude of her loyalty to their father’s legacy. Both of them are Earth because they both hold their grounds on the belief they have.

Kassandra is Fire, mainly because a lot of her abilities in the game had a fiery effect. Her destructive capabilities coincide with the destructive force of flames devouring everything it touches but it’s also those powers that could provide saftey and warmth to the people she loves.

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your-unfriendlyghost · 2 months ago

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Hurt/comfort Steviepop fic concept/outline that I don’t have time/energy to write rn, but need to put down so I don’t forget it later:

So Sodapop gets drafted. He does his tour and comes back, but in the time he was gone, everything changed. Soda’s got “shell shock” or something and keeps having “panic attacks”; Pony’s in college, and is taller than him now; Darry’s gone back to college now too now that he doesn’t need to financially support Soda; Two-Bit is dating Marcia, that Soc girl from Pony’s theme; and Steve, Soda’s best friend in the whole world, who he’s been in love with since he was sixteen, has married Evie.

Soda’s crushed but hides it. He can’t hate Evie, she’s genuinely so nice, so pretty, and so good for Steve. And when she and Steve catch onto the fact that Soda’s not coping too well with everything, she invites Soda to live at their apartment- because Evie really is so sweet and Soda hates himself for being in love with her husband.

He initially turns down the offer, but after Darry finds him having a breakdown while home alone, everyone in the gang thinks it’s for the best that Soda stays with people who have more time for taking care of him…aka Steve.

So Steve spends a lotta time with Soda, and Soda just falls for him more. Steve’s older and less angry all the time now- he’s learned to be less reserved and volatile. His time with Evie has taught him to be generally more open about his feelings, too. He’s still Soda’s best buddy, still sarcastic and hyperactive- just more affectionate and better at communicating, and more mature now that he’s not seventeen. He’s still working at the DX, but he’s been promoted to the main mechanic, and he takes Soda to work too. It’s just like when they were kids- all the same old dancing together to the radio, the talking and laughing, the lingering glances when they think the other’s not looking… In other words, Soda’s completely, hopelessly, down bad.

But Evie’s great too. She talks to Soda about what he’s gonna do with his life. She hugs him plays with his hair and sometimes even holds his hand- in public and in private. Somehow, Steve doesn’t seem bothered at all, even when Soda asks him about it directly. And Soda, against his will, starts to fall for her too.

Soda’s been having a lotta nightmares because of PTSD, but he really doesn’t wanna bother Steve or Evie about it at night. He really misses having Ponyboy sleeping with him- except now he’s the one that needs comforting. This goes on for a while. Until one night, it’s so bad that Soda gets up and calls Darry. Darry comforts him, but it wakes up Steve and Evie. They invite Soda to sleep in their bed with them instead of the guest room. And Soda’s like “Guys, I can’t do that.” And he’s just so tired and shaken that when they push him, he just spills. He tells them he can’t sleep with them because he’s in love with them, and he hates it because they’re so happy and he’s ruining it-

And Steve and Evie, who kinda subconsciously knew they were in love with him too, fully realize it and tell him so.

…And that’s how Soda becomes a part of his favorite couple lol

(Obviously if this were to be a fic it would be very long, in order to properly and respectfully delve into some of these topics. But uh yk I’m pretty busy, so instead of writing a half-baked fic I’m just gonna put this outline out there ig)

(Feel free to steal this for a fic if ya wanna btw, idk if I’ll write this or not so go nuts lol)

(OH btw shell shock and panic attacks are in quotes at the start not because I don’t take them seriously- I do- but because from Soda’s POV it’s weird and sounds ridiculous and he’s slightly in denial. Re-read the first paragraph and it sounded like my perspective, so just an fyi, it very much isn’t!!)

#steviepop #steve x evie x sodapop #stevepop #steve x evie #sodapop x steve #steve randle #sodapop curtis #the outsiders steve #the outsiders sodapop #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders evie #story outline #rambling

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booksandmemes · 4 months ago

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Jay: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! Carlos: That doesn't exist. Jay: Not with that attitude. --- Chad: :) Audrey: >:( Chad: Hey, turn the frown upside down! Audrey: ):< Chad: I'm not sure what I expected. --- Diego: Do you think I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Hunter: You're a hazard to society. Ivy: And a coward. Do 20! --- Evie: You know, I really wish you can just admit you were wrong for once. Mal, stirring her coffee: I like it salty. --- Mal, about Uma and Harry: My god, would you two just get a room already? Harry: Excuse me? Mal: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Uma: Harry: Gil: I ship it! Uma: CAN YOU NOT? --- Ben: What do you guys do when you're stressed? Evie: Try and calm myself down! Jay: Sleep. Carlos: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out. Mal: I don't. --- Gil: Sibling Relationships are weird. Gil: Like I could give my brothers my kidney but no they can't take a grape from my plate. --- Mal: We're playing scrabble. It's a nightmare. Evie: Scrabble? Scrabble's great. Mal: Not when you're playing with Carlos, it's not. He puts words like 'ephemeral' and I put 'dog'. --- Jane: If you're gonna make a dramatic scene wait for me. Lonnie: Of course! I can't flip the table alone.

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descendantsramblings · 5 months ago

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Descendants Rambling Masterlist

♡Welcome to my page/Master list♡

My Requests are always open

I'm willing to write readers with she/her, he/him, or they/them pronouns

I'm willing to write 1-2 love interests

I only write for villains/vks unless it's a VK x reader x Ak situation (ex: mal x reader x ben, Jane x reader x Carlos)

I'll make suggestive comments/make out sessions but I don't write smut, these characters are all underage regardless of their actor's age

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Key:

♡ personal favorite

✎ least favorite (i might eventually rewrite)

⋆ head canons

♤ AU

𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

Mal Bertha

Game Planner (He/him) After finding out how much she misses Halloween on the Isle, Mal's boyfriend does everything he can to bring her a slice of home. - Written 10/2021

Evie

Candy Apple (She/her) Evie's family history leads to her trying to back out of a chemistry project. - Written 09/2021

Carlos de Vil

Saved ♤✎ (She/her) Going back to the Isle leads to the Hook!Reader being kidnapped by her own brother, leavig Carlos to save her. - Written 10/2017

Carlos Having a Crush on You ⋆(she/her) Ben's Twin!Reader x Carlos -Written 12/2017

I've Got You✎ (She/her) Carlos has a nightmare about his mother. (Trigger Warning!!)- Written 07/2018

PB&J (They/Them) Finding out their boyfriend hates their favorite holiday leads the reader to graveling to give him a good Halloween. - Written 09/2021

I Loved You First ♡ (They/Them) Inspired by "Loved You First" By One Direction. Carlos didn't expect them to wait for him to come back to the Isle, but that doesn't make it easier to see them with someone else. (minor Gil x reader) - Written 10/2021

Jay

Dating Jay ⋆ (no pronouns used but the reader wears leggings) Jay x Cheerleader!Reader - Written 10/2018

Spidermonkey (she/her) Gothel!Reader has Jay surprise her when he sneaks through her window. Loosely inspired by twilight- Written 04/2020

Stuffed Spook (They/Them) Jay's partner gets excited by a stuffed bat and he's determined to win it. -Written 09/2021

𝓢𝓮𝓪 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Uma

Letters to the Sea♤♡ (They/Them) Soulmate AU: everything you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin too. Uma and the Reader write letters until they can meet. - Written 07/2021

Baking (They/them) Uma watches her partner try to prepare for the Halloween escape room. Evie's Sibling!Reader - Written 10/2021

Gil

Hook's Daughter ⋆ (She/her) Harry's younger sister is Gil's closest friend (minor Gil x Jay) - Written 07/2021

Orchard (They/Them) Gil's partner takes him apple picking during his first September in Auradon - Written 09/2021

Harry Hook

Jafar's Child ⋆ (They/them) A flirty joke leads to Harry dating Jay's sibling - Written 07/2021

Fever ♡ (She/her) Harry and Captain take care of his sick girlfriend (requested) - Written 06/2021

Haunted Castle (He/him) Harry drags his scaredy-cat boyfriend to a haunted castle - Written 09/2021

Making a Splash (she/her) One wrong move leads to two people panicking and one person hurt on the docks. Jay's Sister!Reader. (Requested) - Written 12/2021

Flirting Pirate (She/her) She only hangs around the fish and chips shop to watch after he brother, it would be easier if she didn't have to deal with the flirty first mate. Gil's Sister!Reader (Requested) - Written 02/2022

Sealed With a Kiss ♡ (She/her) Ben's twin gets kidnapped with him by a pirate who's had a crush on her his whole life. Ben's Twin!Reader (Requested) - Written 04/2022

𝓓:𝓡𝓸𝓡 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼

Morgie le Fay

Sunday Night ♡ (She/her) After his friends let him down, Morgie runs to his girlfriend for comfort. - Written 08/2024

In Another Life (he/him) When Rapunzel's son gets thrown back in time he finds himself to be the object of two villains' affection. Minor James Hook x Reader (Requested)- Written 08/2024

I Would Be Yours (he/him) He never thought the lips he spent years thinking about would appear to him again 3 years later. Sequels to “In Another Life” (Requested)-Written 09/2024

True to Heart (he/him) Without the pressure of parents and villains, how hard is it to be true to heart? Especially when you’re holding a book that tells you your truth. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Tree Bark (they/them) Everyone deserves their time alone, sometimes though that well deserved time alone has to be interrupted by the sound of animal noises coming from a tree. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Crushing (they/them) Morgie had never been good at hiding when he had a crush on someone, and they don’t mind playing the long game with his affections (requested) - Written 08/2024

Win You Over (they/them) Magical history had always been their favorite class, but this assigned partner situation had the ability to dampen that. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Mindless Touch (she/her) Morgie hasn’t meant to upset her, he only wanted to have his hands on what was his. (TRIGGER WARNING: body image issues) (requested)-Written 08/2024

The Dominant Type ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a dominant leaning reader (requested) - Written 08/2024

Warm Greens (she/her) Red discovers she has a secret aunt when she sees her face next to the people who ruined her mother’s life. (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Cool Reds (she/her) She would do anything to keep him, wouldn’t she? Prequel to “Warm Greens” (Requested) -Written 10/2024

One Sided (he/him) If he has to listen to Morgie talk about Uliana one more time, he’s going to be sick (requested) -Written 09/2024

Love Letters (he/him) Morgie was growing far too attached to those little silver envelopes (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Babydoll ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a submissive leaning reader (Requested) -Written 09/2024

Scales (They/them) Morgie could think of 100 things he would rather do than parent a dragon with the sweetheart of Merlin Academy (requested)-Written 09/2024

Doesn't Matter (he/him) Morgana le Fay is coming to Merlin Academy's family day, and she has no idea that her son's boyfriend is a prince (Requested) - Written 09/2024

Second Place (he/him) Just once he wants to feel like his boyfriend’s first choice (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Emerald Comfort (he/him) Morgie might just be dating the sleepiest boy to ever live -Written 09/2024

Snake Eyes (she/her) Lions, tiger, and bears; just anything but snakes (Requested) - Written 10/2024

Flash Photography (She/her) Who would have thought that they would make such a good pair? (Requested) -Written 10/2024

James Hook

Call of the Sirens (She/her) As Hook sells his ship to Uma, he and his wife recall a time that she had to save him back in their prime. (Requested)- Written 08/2024

Side Effects (she/her) If Hook knew the side effects that came with those Malibu sprites, would he take them? (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Red Dress (she/her) He hadn’t meant to upset her when he picked the dress out, now Hook was set on making her see how good she looked in it. (TRIGGER WARNING: Body Image issues) (Requested) - Written 08/2024

The Dominant Type ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a dominant leaning reader (requested) - Written 08/2024

Eyes on Me (They/Them) The fairy wasn’t thinking about the pirates past when they excitedly called for him. They definitely didn’t mean to upset him. (TRIGGER WARNING; animal attacks and panic attacks) (Requested)- Written 08/2024

Wake Up Slow ♡ (she/her) Everyone needs a place to fully relax, and he found his in a heavy duvet and needy hands (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Babydoll ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a submissive leaning reader (Requested) -Written 09/2024

Bloody Charming (they/them) Hook’s flirting leads to an argument being blown way out of proportion (TRIGGER WARNING: just, yeah. I got a little too silly) (Requested)- Written 09/2024

Studious ♡ (they/them) Hook might not mind tutoring, as long as it’s for them. (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Hades

Body Better (he/him) Sometimes the weight of life can lead to your insecurities coming out in peculiar ways. (TRIGGER WARNING: Body image issues) (Requested)- Written 08/2024

Let me See (she/her) Her need to be independent keeps getting her hurt, and she really did it this time. (Requested) - Written 08/2024

Play With Fire (they/them) their mother warned them not to play with fire, now look at them getting burned (requested) -Written 09/2024

Hitting Every Mark (she/her) Turns out she had nothing to worry about, her fans love him (requested)- Written 10/2024

Uliana

Family Lines (she/her) After seeing Bridget's sister at Family Day, Uliana will do anything to earn the girl's affection. Even being nice to her ray of sunshine sister. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Rivalry (She/her) It was only a matter of time until the two groupd of VKs either came together or tore themselves to shreds. (Requested) -Written 08/2024

Double the Trouble (she/her) Uliana might be able to date Hook’s sister, but that doesn’t mean she’s able to make Hook like the whole ordeal. (Requested) -Written 08/2024

Breathe (they/them) Sometimes the biggest villain is not knowing how people see you. (TRIGGER WARNING: Anxiety attack) (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Strongest Tides (she/her) When the leader of their crew is emotionally taken out of commission, it’s up to her girlfriend to pick up the pieces (requested)-09/2024

Maleficent

Stylized (she/her) Artistry is the highest form of flattery and Maleficent has found herself as a princess’ muse. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Play (she/her) watching your girlfriend study can get just so boring (requested) - Written 09/2024

𝓝𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Descendants, Not Made for Kids ⋆ Changes I'd make if I made the Descendants movies as a series for teens or adults. - Written 06/2021

Style Headcanons ⋆ How I'd restyle the main characters from the OG Descendants movies - Writen 06/2021

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callmekenya · 5 months ago

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Pairings: Evie Grimhilde x m!y/n

Warnings: None

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The garden party at Rapunzel and Flynn's Castle was a scene straight out of a fairy tale. The lush greenery, adorned with twinkling lights, set the perfect atmosphere for an elegant evening. Guests mingled, laughter echoed, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air.

Evie, the daughter of the Evil Queen, stood beside her boyfriend, Y/n, the son of Queen Rapunzel and King Flynn. Everything about their relationship seemed perfect, almost too perfect.

Rapunzel, who had grown fond of Evie, treated her like the daughter she never had, and Evie cherished their bond. For her, meeting Y/n was a dream come true—a prince who loved her for who she was, despite her past. But dreams have a way of turning into nightmares.

As the evening unfolded, an unexpected guest arrived—Lily, the daughter of Queen Snow White and King Florian. With her raven-black hair and flawless skin, Lily was the epitome of beauty, but her demeanor was anything but sweet. She was accompanied by Princess Josaphine, the daughter of Jasmine and Aladdin, who introduced Lily to Evie with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Lily, this is Evie, Y/n’s girlfriend," Josaphine said, her voice dripping with a false sweetness.

Lily looked Evie up and down, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Ah, the infamous VK. How quaint."

Evie, caught off guard, forced a polite smile. "Nice to meet you."

Lily leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper, yet cutting like a knife. "You know, Y/n is just going through a phase. He'll never truly fall for someone like you. A wannabe princess will never be an actual princess."

The words stung more than Evie would care to admit. She tried to shake off the comment, but the seed of doubt had been planted. The rest of the night passed in a blur. Y/n noticed Evie's sudden change in mood and gently took her hand. "Evie, are you okay? You've been quiet all evening."

Evie gave him a tight-lipped smile, hiding the turmoil inside. "I'm just tired. Can we go home?"

Concerned but respectful, Y/n drove her back to her dorm. The silence between them was deafening. When they arrived at her door, Evie turned to him, her smile forced. "Thank you for tonight. I just need some time alone."

Y/n wanted to press further but saw the resolve in her eyes. He nodded, brushing a kiss across her forehead before watching her disappear behind the door. Little did he know, that night would change everything.

Alone in her dorm, Evie couldn’t shake off Lily’s words. They echoed in her mind, driving her to the edge. In a moment of desperation, she decided to make a change. She bleached her signature blue hair to a brown hue and swapped her vibrant blue outfits for muted, traditional princess colors. When she looked in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself but convinced herself it was for the best.

The next day, Y/n was taken aback when he saw Evie’s transformation. She looked stunning, but something about her new look felt off. It wasn’t the Evie he fell in love with, but he kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to upset her.

Weeks passed, and tension grew between them. The Tourney tournament, the highlight of the season, was around the corner. Auradon’s team was pumped, and the cheerleading squad, including both Lily and Evie, was ready to energize the crowd. The game was intense, but Auradon triumphed, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

As the cheerleaders rushed onto the field, Lily saw her chance. She ran straight to Y/n, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss on his lips. The crowd fell silent in shock, all eyes on the couple.

Y/n immediately pushed Lily away, his eyes searching for Evie. He found her across the field, her face a mix of shock and heartbreak. Without a second thought, she turned and ran, tears streaming down her face.

Y/n sprinted after her, calling out her name, but she didn’t stop. He caught up to her just as she reached her dorm, grabbing her arm gently. “Evie, please, let me explain. That kiss meant nothing. You’re the one I love.”

Evie looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt. “It’s not just the kiss, Y/n. I thought I could be someone I’m not. But I’ll never be a real princess, not like Lily. Maybe she’s right, maybe you deserve someone better.”

She pulled off the promise ring he had given her, pressing it into his hand. “I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”

Before Y/n could respond, she turned and disappeared into her dorm, leaving him standing in the hallway, heartbroken.

In the days that followed, Y/n tried reaching out to Evie, but she blocked him on everything. She avoided him at every turn, and Y/n found himself spiraling into despair. Lily, meanwhile, reveled in the downfall of their relationship, always lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The Royal Ball hosted by Mal and Ben was the final event of the season, a grand celebration where everyone would be present. Y/n arrived with Lily on his arm, but his mind was elsewhere, his eyes scanning the room for Evie. Then, the announcer's voice rang out.

"Please welcome Princess Evie and her date for the Royal Ballet, Doug!"

The room fell silent as Evie entered, her hair once again a vibrant blue, and her dress matching the hue. She looked every bit the princess she was meant to be, reclaiming her true self. Y/n’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She was stunning, a vision of everything he had fallen in love with.

As the night wore on, the band was set to perform. Y/n, desperate to win Evie back, made his way to the stage. Taking the microphone, he addressed the crowd. "I’d like to dedicate this song to someone very special to me. Someone I should have never let go.”

[Verse 1: Y/n]

"If I could do it all over, baby, I'd do it different

Maybe I wouldn't be here, in this position

I found you, then I lost you, looking back is torture

And it hurts to know I let you go, you live right around the corner

Y/n’s voice was filled with emotion as he sang, his eyes never leaving Evie’s. The room was silent, captivated by the raw sincerity in his voice. Evie, standing at the edge of the room, felt her heart breaking all over again, but she couldn’t look away.

[Pre-Chorus 1: Y/n & Evie]

"And I could've had it all, could've had it all

True love, I know I had it

True love, was so hard to find

True love, if I could get it back, I'd never let it go this time

(True love) is an inspiration

(True love) it was mine, all mine

(True love) I'd never let it go

I'd never it go

I'll never let it go

I'll never let it go this time.

As Y/n continued, Evie felt her resolve weaken. The love they had shared was real, undeniable. Slowly, she began to move towards the stage, drawn to him by the pull of their connection.

[Verse 2: Evie]

"Feeling it all around me, wondering how I blew it”

And I wanna know the secret, of how they, do it

There's no such thing as perfection, I'm still learning that lesson

To forgive is key to forgetting me

And I'm staring at my reflection

And I could've had it all, could've had it all

Evie’s voice joined his, soft at first but gaining strength. The harmony between them was perfect, a reflection of the bond they once had. The crowd watched in awe as Evie walked toward Y/n, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

[Pre-Chorus 2: Y/n & Evie]

True love, I know I had it

True love, was so hard to find

If I could get it back, yeah

I'd never let it go this time

True love, is an inspiration

True love, it was mine oh mine

True love, If I could get it back, yeah

Never let it go, I'd never let it go this time

[Verse 3: Y/n]

If I knew then what I do now, I'd be with you tonight

If I knew then what I'd do now we'd be alright

And I could've had it all

True love (x3)

By the time they reached the chorus again, they were standing face to face, their voices blending in perfect harmony. The emotion between them was palpable, and the audience could feel it too. As they sang the final lines together, the weight of their feelings hung in the air.

[Bridge: Y/n & Evie]

I'd never let it go this time

True love, it was mine oh mine

True love, If I could get it back, yeah

If only I could get it back, yeah

(Never let it go this time)

True love, I'd never let it go

True love, it was mine oh mine

True love, I could've had it,

Could've had it, could've had it all

True love, is an inspiration

True love, it was mine oh mine

True love, yeah

If I could get it back, yeah

(If I could get it back, yeah)

Never let it go

(I'd never let it go, this time)

I'd never let it go, this time

True love, yeah

The song ended, and for a moment, the room was completely silent. Then, without a word, Y/n reached out and pulled Evie into a kiss, pouring all of his love and regret into it. The crowd erupted into cheers, but for Y/n and Evie, the world had faded away. There was only them, and the love they had fought so hard to reclaim.

Lily, seething with jealousy, started to make her way toward Evie and Y/n, a glass of champagne in her hand and mischief glinting in her eyes. She intended to cause a scene, to tear them apart one final time. However, before she could take more than a few steps, she found her path blocked by Audrey and Mal.

“Not so fast, Princess,” Mal said, her voice icy with authority. “Leave them alone. You’ve done enough.”

Audrey crossed her arms, nodding in agreement. “You might want to rethink what you’re about to do, Lily. I guarantee it won’t end well for you.”

Lily hesitated, her eyes flicking from the two girls in front of her to the couple on the dance floor. The room’s attention had shifted away from her, and it was clear that if she tried anything, Mal and Audrey wouldn’t hesitate to stop her. Grudgingly, she lowered her glass and took a step back, her lips curling in distaste.

“Fine,” Lily spat, her voice low. “But this isn’t over.”

Mal leaned in, her glowing eyes narrowing. “It is, Lily. Move on. You’re not wanted here.”

With one last glare, Lily turned on her heel and stormed out of the ballroom, her frustration and anger evident in every step. Audrey and Mal exchanged a satisfied look before turning their attention back to the celebration.

On the dance floor, Y/n and Evie were lost in each other’s eyes, the world around them fading into a distant hum. The cheers from the crowd only heightened the joy that surged between them. Y/n gently cupped Evie’s face, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry, Evie,” Y/n whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything. For letting you doubt yourself, for letting Lily come between us. I never stopped loving you. I never will.”

Evie placed her hand over his, holding it to her cheek as she leaned into his touch. “I should’ve never let her words get to me. I should’ve known better, should’ve trusted in what we had. But when I changed, I realized I was losing myself. I just… I just didn’t know how to get back to who I was, or if you’d still want me when I did.”

Y/n’s heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice. He shook his head, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Evie, you’re perfect just the way you are. It was never about being a princess or a VK. It was always about you. The girl I fell in love with, who’s brave, smart, kind, and so incredibly strong. The girl who’s never needed to be anyone other than herself.”

Evie’s lips trembled into a smile, her blue eyes shining brightly as she met his gaze. “And I fell in love with the boy who saw all of that in me when no one else did. You’ve always been my true love, Y/n. I never should’ve doubted that.”

As the music played on, they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world spinning around them but never touching the bubble of peace they’d created together. The crowd, sensing the moment, began to pair off into their own dances, leaving Y/n and Evie to share this time together.

From across the room, Doug watched with a satisfied grin on his face, his earlier role as Evie’s date simply a way to remind her of her worth. He caught Ben’s eye and gave a small nod, acknowledging the part they’d played in helping the couple find their way back to each other.

Ben, standing with Mal at his side, couldn’t help but smile. “I think everything turned out just as it was meant to,” he said, giving Mal’s hand a squeeze.

Mal smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Of course it did. I mean, when have you known me to be wrong?”

They both laughed, and for the rest of the night, the ballroom was filled with joy, music, and the celebration of love—true love that had been tested, but never broken.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/n and Evie slipped away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the garden where the twinkling lights of the party cast a soft glow around them. Y/n wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

“You know,” Y/n murmured, his voice tender, “I don’t need a kingdom or a crown. As long as I have you, Evie, I have everything I could ever want.”

Evie smiled, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “And I have you, my prince. That’s all I need.”

They stayed like that for a while, holding each other under the stars, secure in the knowledge that their love was true, unshakable, and everlasting.

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Sleep Aid | Sebastian Sallow x OC #35

Summary: The classic I-had-a-nightmare-sleep-with-me trope except its Evangeline and Sebastian :)

Words: ~4,600

Tags: Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Fluff Again, Romance, Trope-y, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments

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The quiet in the cottage was different now. It was the sort of stillness that made the rooms feel bigger, the silence heavier. Anne and Ominis had left for London just the day before, their trunks rattling behind them as they departed for the city to celebrate New Year’s. Sebastian had stood beside Evie in the doorway of the cottage, watching them go, waving until they were out of sight.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t known they’d be leaving. He’d been prepared for it. Yet, it still stung.

His thoughts lingered on the few days they’d all spent together over Christmas. He hadn’t expected the warmth, the ease with which everything had fallen into place. Anne, laughing in his living room again. Ominis, looking so damn pleased with himself every time their hands brushed. Evangeline, sitting across from him during meals, her hazel eyes alight with mischief as she teased him mercilessly.

It had been perfect. And painfully fleeting.

Sebastian turned onto his side, pressing his fist against his forehead as his sister's words from that quiet moment by the fire came rushing back.

“Sebastian.” Her voice had been soft, but there was a note of insistence in it that cut through the hum of conversation around them. Ominis and Evangeline were busy bickering good-naturedly over the arrangement of ornaments on the tree, their laughter filling the room.

He looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “What is it?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached out, placing her hand over his where it rested on his knee. Her touch was gentle, but firm enough to draw his full attention.

“I have a question,” she said quietly, her brown eyes searching his face. “You have to be honest with me.”

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably, sensing the weight of her words before she even spoke them. “Alright,” he said cautiously. “What’s on your mind?”

Anne glanced toward the tree, where Evangeline’s laughter rose above Ominis’s exasperated protests. A small smile tugged at her lips before she turned back to her brother, her expression turning serious.

“You love her, don’t you?”

Sebastian blinked, his mouth opening slightly in surprise. “What?”

“Evangeline,” Anne clarified, her gaze steady. “You love her. I suppose it’s not really a question, I can see it all over your face."

Sebastian felt his stomach twist, heat rising to his cheeks as he glanced quickly toward the others, half-expecting them to have overheard. But they were too caught up in their decorating to notice the conversation happening by the fire. Evangeline was perched on a chair, carefully reaching for the higher branches of the tree, while Ominis stood below, offering directions.

“Anne, I—” he started, his voice defensive, only to be cut off.

“You’ve been in love with her for ages, clearly,” Anne said, her tone matter-of-fact. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, though her eyes softened with something warmer, gentler. “It’s so obvious, it hurts. How she hasn’t realized it yet is beyond me.”

Sebastian let out a soft, frustrated huff. "You come back for two days and you're already the expert on my love life?”

Anne’s lips quirked into a smirk, but her gaze remained steady. “Oh, please. We’re twins. And you’re not exactly subtle, you know. The way you look at her? It’s like… watching some tragic romance novel play out.”

Sebastian groaned, leaning back against the armchair and glaring up at the ceiling as if it might offer some kind of escape. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” Anne said firmly. She leaned forward, her expression softening as she reached out to touch his arm. “Sebastian, listen to me. Don’t let fear keep you from something that could make you happy.”

Her words played over in his mind endlessly, circling like a bird trapped in a cage. Don’t let fear keep you from something that could make you happy. Easier said than done. What if he told Evangeline and ruined everything? What if she didn’t feel the same? Or what if she did, but it didn’t last? He wasn’t sure he could survive losing her—not after everything else.

Sebastian sighed heavily, the weight in his chest refusing to lift as he closed his eyes, willing sleep to come.

But it didn’t.

Instead, the stillness was shattered by a sharp, muffled scream from down the hall.

Sebastian bolted upright, his heart leaping into his throat. Without thinking, he threw off the covers and leapt out of bed, his feet hitting the cold wooden floor with a dull thud. His mind raced with possibilities, each worse than the last, as he reached her door and pushed it open without hesitation.

The sight that greeted him made his heart clench.

Evangeline was sitting up in bed, her knees drawn to her chest and her hands gripping the tangled sheets tightly. Her hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her pale forehead, and her wide, tear-filled eyes darted to him the moment he entered.

“Sebastian?” she croaked, her voice trembling and hoarse.

He was at her side in an instant, crouching by the bed so they were eye level. His hands hovered just above her arms, unsure if she wanted to be touched. “Evie, what happened?” he asked, his voice low but urgent. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head quickly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. “I’m fine,” she stammered, though her trembling hands and tear-streaked face told a different story. “It’s nothing. Just... a nightmare.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, his chest tightening with a mix of worry and frustration. “That didn’t sound like nothing,” he said gently, his dark eyes searching hers.

Evangeline hesitated. “It doesn’t matter,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I forgot to… I’ll cast a silencing charm next time. I’m sorry I woke you.”

Sebastian’s frown deepened. “A silencing charm?” he echoed, his voice tight. “And don’t—don't apologize. That’s not what this is about.”

Evangeline’s eyes flickered back to him, her gaze clouded with guilt. “I’ve been managing it,” she insisted weakly. “You don’t need to worry—”

“I do need to worry,” Sebastian cut in. “Evie, you’ve been having these nightmares for how long? Months? And you didn’t think to tell me or Ominis that they hadn't gotten better?!”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her shoulders hunching as she looked away. “I didn’t want to bother you,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

Sebastian let out a quiet sigh. “Evie,” he murmured, his tone gentler now. “You’re not a bother. You know that by now, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer right away, her fingers twisting the edge of the sheet in her lap. After a long moment, she said, “They’ve been worse since… since the boggart.”

Sebastian’s heart sank. He'd known the memory of the boggart had shaken her—how could it not? Seeing herself as a vessel of destruction, twisted by the power of the repository, had left an invisible mark on her. But he should’ve realized that something like this wouldn’t simply fade away.

“I should never have pushed for us to go in there." He muttered.

Evangeline’s head snapped up at that, her tear-filled eyes narrowing slightly. “Don’t,” she said, her voice firmer than he expected, though it still trembled. “Don’t blame yourself for that, Sebastian. I went in there with you. I chose to.”

Sebastian looked at her, his brow furrowed, the guilt in his eyes plain as day. “But I should have listened,” he countered softly. “You and Ominis both told me not to. I was too damn curious, and now—now your nightmares are even worse.”

Evangeline shook her head, her grip on the sheets loosening slightly. “It’s not your fault,” she said quietly. "Seriously, I'm fine. You don’t need to add my nightmares to the list of things you worry about.”

Sebastian let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Evie, you’re on the top of that list whether you like it or not.”

Her lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across her face, but she didn’t respond. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the faint crackle of the fire down the hall.

Sebastian leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he met her gaze. "Have you been trying anything to... make them go away?"

Evangeline hesitated, her fingers still twisting the edge of the sheet. “I’ve tried a few things,” she admitted softly. “Dreamless Sleep Potions worked for a while, but I didn’t want to rely on them too much. And… sometimes I read before bed, or practice some of the mindfulness spells Professor Weasley suggested.”

Sebastian frowned, his expression softening as he listened. “And none of it helps?”

“Not really,” she murmured. “The potions made me feel groggy the next day, and the spells…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “They help a little, I suppose, but not enough. It’s like my mind keeps finding its way back there, no matter what I do.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened. He hated this—hated that she’d been suffering in silence, trying to handle it on her own while he and Ominis had been completely oblivious.

“Anything else?” he asked after a beat, his voice gentle but laced with a desperation to help, to understand. He couldn’t imagine how exhausted she must be—physically, emotionally—trying to fight her own thoughts night after night.

"Ominis suggested changing my sleeping environment, but that hasn’t helped, obviously," she said with a small shrug, her voice tinged with defeat.

Sebastian frowned, her words sparking something in his memory. "What about... having company? What if I stayed?”

Her brows knit in confusion, a flicker of surprise in her hazel eyes. “Stayed?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “Here. With you.”

Evangeline blinked, her mouth opening slightly as if to protest, but no words came out. Instead, her gaze searched his, hesitant and unsure.

“I mean it,” Sebastian added, his voice firmer now. “Ominis suggested it ages ago—changing the company you keep before bed. Maybe… maybe it'll help?"

“You don’t have to,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “You need your sleep too, Sebastian.”

“I’m not going to get much sleep knowing you’re in here suffering alone,” he countered gently.

Evangeline’s lips parted, but she didn’t respond immediately. Her fingers twisted in the sheets again, her hazel eyes darting to his as if searching for any hint of insincerity. When she found none, she let out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly.

“Alright,” she whispered. “But only until I fall asleep.”

Sebastian gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Sure.”

He stood, brushing off his hands nervously as he glanced around her room. The bed wasn’t particularly large, but it would fit the two of them well enough if they kept to their own sides. He hesitated for a brief moment before moving toward the far side and sitting down, keeping a respectful distance between them.

Evangeline shifted slightly to give him more space, pulling the blanket back up to her chin. She looked smaller somehow, bundled in the covers, her hair still damp with sweat and her expression clouded with residual fear. Sebastian felt his chest tighten again at the sight.

“You don’t have to do this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Evie,” he said softly, his tone firm but kind. “Stop trying to convince me. I want to help you.”

Her cheeks flushed faintly, but she nodded, turning her head away slightly. Meanwhile, Sebastian leaned his head against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him, and crossed his arms loosely over his chest. He didn’t know if his presence would actually help her, but if it gave her even a shred of peace, it was worth it.

After a moment, quiet sigh escaped Evangeline’s lips, breaking the stillness. “Sebastian?”

“Yeah?”

There was a long pause, the kind that made his stomach twist with anticipation. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m... I’m afraid to go back to sleep.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened as he turned his head slightly to look at her. “Evie,” he said gently, “I’m here. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“I know,” she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration. “It’s just... every time I close my eyes, it’s there again. The repository. Like it’s waiting for me.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, a surge of anger bubbling up—not at her, but at whatever remnants of that cursed place still haunted her. He hated that she had to carry this weight, that it followed her even in her dreams.

He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to keep his tone light. “You know, when we were kids, Ominis told me once that the best way to banish bad dreams is to think about something ridiculous before bed. Something so absurd your brain can’t help but latch onto it.”

Evangeline let out a soft, reluctant laugh. “Like what?”

“Like...” He tapped his chin, “Like Professor Sharp trying to bake a soufflé. He’s got the apron on, the whole deal. Or how about this: Professor Weasley choreographing a synchronized dance routine for the house elves. Complete with costumes.”

Evangeline snorted softly, and the sound sent a rush of warmth through Sebastian’s chest. “Now that’s something I’d pay to see.”

“See? Ridiculous works.” He leaned his head back against the headboard again, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “Think about it enough, and maybe it’ll sneak into your dreams instead of... other things.”

She didn’t respond, but her shoulders seemed to relax slightly beneath the blanket. Sebastian thought that might be the end of it, that she might be reassured enough to let herself drift off, but then she turned toward him.

“You’re being too stiff,” she said simply.

Sebastian blinked, caught off guard. “Too stiff?”

She nodded. “You’re sitting there like you’re afraid the bed’s going to bite you. Relax.”

“I’m relaxed,” he said, though his posture completely gave him away.

Evangeline raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian, you’re the least relaxed person I’ve ever seen right now. Just... lie down. You’re making me nervous.”

This was dangerous. Sebastian knew that. Sharing a bed with Evangeline, lying next to her in the quiet intimacy of the night, was something he wanted more than anything. And that was precisely the problem. He wanted it too much. Wanted her too much. But the look she gave him—the quiet insistence, the softness in her gaze—was undeniable. So, Sebastian slid down from his sitting position, stretching out beside her.

“There,” he said as folded his arms behind his head. “Satisfied?”

“No,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him with the kind of exasperation that only Evangeline could muster in the dead of night. “You’re going to get cold.”

Sebastian blinked, his pulse stuttering in his chest. “I’m fine,” he said quickly, his voice tight.

She sighed, lifting the edge of the blanket in silent invitation, and he hesitated, his body taut with indecision. The logical part of his brain screamed at him to stay where he was, to maintain the already precarious boundary between them. But then his gaze met hers and he knew he was done for.

He relented, sliding beneath the blanket beside her. The warmth enveloped him instantly, and he was acutely aware of how close they were now, the faint scent of his laundry and something distinctly Evangeline filling the small space between them.

“Better?” he asked again, his voice coming out lower than he intended.

“Much,” she said softly, her lips curving into a faint smile. She shifted slightly, her movements careful as if trying not to disturb him, and then settled back into her pillow. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Sebastian huffed a quiet laugh, though his heart was pounding in his chest. “You really know how to boss me around, don’t you?”

“It’s a skill,” she murmured, her tone laced with amusement. But as the quiet stretched between them, her voice softened. “Thank you. For staying.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly, turning his head to look at her. “I’ll always be here for you, Evie."

“I know,” she said, sounding so resolute even though her voice was barely above a whisper. “That’s why I’m not afraid now.”

Sebastian swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away. “Now try to get some sleep,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hoarse. “I’ll be here.”

She nodded, keeping eyes on him, studying him. Then, to his surprise, she shifted closer. Her hand, small and hesitant, reached out from beneath the blanket to rest lightly on his forearm, the warmth of her touch sinking through his skin like a brand.

“Goodnight, Sebastian,” she murmured, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before withdrawing and tucking her hand back beneath the blanket. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the corners of her lips curved faintly into what could only be described as a contented smile.

When Sebastian woke the next morning, it wasn’t to the usual pale gray light filtering through the window or the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. Instead, it was to an unfamiliar warmth pressed against him, the faint, steady rhythm of breaths that weren’t his own.

He blinked groggily, the fog of sleep still clinging to his mind as he tried to piece together why he felt so utterly comfortable. Then the memories of the night before came rushing back: Evangeline’s scream, her trembling form in the bed, her whispered admission that the nightmares hadn’t stopped.

His heart skipped as he realized what the warmth against him was—who it was.

Evangeline.

And for once, she wasn’t awake before him.

He blinked slowly, the realization settling in as he tilted his head to glance at her.

At some point during the night, the careful space he’d tried to maintain between them had disappeared entirely. Her head was resting against his chest, her soft, steady breaths warming the fabric of his shirt. One of her hands was fisted loosely against his chest, her other arm draped across his stomach as if it belonged there. And his own arm—Merlin, when had he done that?—was wrapped securely around her shoulders, holding her to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His gaze flicked to the faint light filtering through the window, then back to her, and another realization struck him: she must have slept through the night. He hadn’t woken to her tossing or turning, no muffled cries or sudden gasps. Just peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

Apparently, a change in company had worked after all.

Evangeline shifted slightly against him then, nuzzling her cheek against his chest in her sleep. Sebastian froze, his entire body going rigid. His heart was pounding so loudly he was certain it would wake her, but she remained blissfully unaware, her breathing deep and even.

He should move. He should. But he couldn’t bring himself to. The thought of pulling away, of leaving the comfort of this moment, felt impossible. Instead, he let his head fall back against the pillow, his eyes drifting to the ceiling, willing his heart to slow down.

You love her. Don’t let fear keep you from something that could make you happy.

He closed his eyes briefly, the words cutting through the haze of warmth and contentment. Of course he loved her. He’d known that forever. But what, exactly, should he do about it?

Then Evangeline stirred, her fingers curling slightly against his chest, and every coherent thought evacuated his mind.

“Sebastian...?"

His eyes snapped open, and he tilted his head to look at her. "Mhm?"

Evangeline's eyes fluttered open, her gaze bleary with sleep and still soft around the edges. For a moment, she didn’t seem to realize where she was—or more importantly, where he was.

“What time is it?” she murmured, her voice hoarse with sleep.

“Too early,” Sebastian said quietly, tilting his head toward the window. “You should go back to sleep.”

Evangeline blinked at him, her gaze finally focusing as the haze of sleep began to lift. Then her eyes widened slightly, and she shifted, her cheeks flushing pink as she seemed to fully register their position.

“Oh.”

The single syllable came out in a small, breathless sound, and Sebastian felt his pulse quicken. She didn’t pull away, though; instead, she stared at him, her expression flickering between embarrassment and something he couldn’t quite place.

“You slept,” he said softly, his tone careful, almost cautious. “Through the whole night.”

Evangeline blinked again, her hand still fisted loosely in his shirt. “I did?” she asked, as if she actually needed his confirmation and couldn't put it together herself.

Sebastian nodded, his chest tightening at the way her lips parted in surprise, her brow furrowing as though she were trying to make sense of it. “No tossing or turning,” he added, his voice a little steadier now.

Evangeline’s brows knit together. “I don’t even remember falling asleep,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Sebastian smirked slightly, though the warmth in his gaze softened the teasing edge. “That’s usually how it works.”

Her lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. But the moment was fleeting, and her expression shifted, her eyes growing serious as she looked up at him. “Sebastian... thank you.”

“For what?” he asked softly, his brow furrowing.

“For staying,” she said simply, her voice quiet but resolute. “I haven’t gotten so much sleep in…” She furrowed her brow, her lips pressing together as if she were genuinely doing the math. Finally, she exhaled softly, shaking her head. “In months, maybe."

“You’re acting like I’ve made such a sacrifice,” Sebastian teased, his voice light, though it didn’t quite mask the way his chest tightened at her admission. A lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “All I did was sleep.”

Evangeline gave him a look, her brows lifting slightly as if to say don’t downplay this.

In response, he let out a soft chuckle, shrugging one shoulder. “Okay well, I guess that makes me your new dreamless sleep potion, then. Much less groggy in the morning, too.”

Evangeline gave him a pointed look. “Yeah, well. One problem with potions is I try not to be reliant on them.”

Sebastian tilted his head. “Potions? Or me?”

“Both,” she said lightly, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “I mean, what am I supposed to do? Just expect you to sleep with me every night?”

He shrugged, his grin easy despite the tightening in his chest. “Why not? Seems like a foolproof solution to me.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her smile lingered. “Sebastian, we’re in two different houses. Even if you wanted to—”

“I do.”

She blinked, startled by the directness of his interruption. Her voice grew a little firmer as she pressed on. “Well you can’t exactly waltz into the Gryffindor common room and get to my dorm, now can you?”

Sebastian waved her concerns away, his grin sharpening with a mischievous glint. “That’s what the Undercroft is for.”

Evangeline’s lips parted in surprise before she let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Sebastian, the Undercroft doesn’t have a bed.”

“Not yet,” he countered with a smirk, straightening as though the problem were already solved. “Give me an hour. Two, tops. I’ll have it sorted.”

She stared at him, her expression hovering between amusement and disbelief. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m completely serious,” he said, though his tone didn’t quite mask the faint tremor beneath his words. Logically, he knew this was a terrible idea. Sleeping next to her every night would be practically masochistic—prolonging the ache of wanting something he couldn’t have. But logic held no weight against the thought of her waking up rested, the shadows under her eyes fading, the tension in her shoulders easing.

He couldn’t stop himself. Not when it came to her.

Evangeline shook her head, letting out an exasperated laugh. “Sebastian, you can’t just transfigure a bed into the Undercroft.”

“Why not?” he shot back, his smirk widening. “It’s our space. No rules against redecorating.”

“Except the rules of common sense,” she said, crossing her arms with a raised brow.

Sebastian leaned closer, his grin softening into something warmer, more sincere. “Evie, if it helps you sleep, I’ll do whatever it takes. Bed in the Undercroft? Consider it done.”

Her smile faltered slightly at his words, her hazel eyes flickering with something he couldn’t quite place. After a beat, she sighed, shaking her head again. "Merlin, help me. Fine. I can see this isn't an argument I'm going to win.” Her smile returned, a little softer this time, her eyes filled with warmth. “But we only have a sample size of... one to prove you're an effective sleep aid. So... No promises you’ll be able to get any sleep.”

Sebastian’s mind immediately went blank. No promises you’ll be able to get any sleep—the words hung in the air between them like a soft, suggestive challenge, even though she didn't mean it that way.

It made the room feel too warm, and his thoughts too scattered. He couldn’t stop the image from flashing in his head: him, hovering over top of her in the dim light, leaning down just inches from her face, the soft weight of her breath mixing with his. He could imagine the proximity, imagine her completely bare and completely his as he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck—

“Sebastian?”

The sound of her voice snapped him out of the daydream, and he blinked rapidly. "Yeah?" he managed to croak, willing his body to stop reacting so intensely.

Evangeline was looking at him with an unreadable expression, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “You alright?”

He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. "Yeah, just—just thinking," he said quickly. "You know, trying to decide what color sheets to get for our— the bed. In the Undercroft."

Evangeline raised an eyebrow, her expression slipping into one of bemusement. "Our bed? I’m pretty sure you haven’t even gotten past the 'preliminary planning' stage of that idea."

"Right, right," he muttered, trying to laugh it off. "One thing at a time. I’ll start with, you know, practicing the transfiguration first."

"Good idea," Evangeline said, her tone light. "Now," she rolled away from him, swinging her legs off the bed with a soft creak of the floorboards, "I think the first order of business is getting some tea in my system before I do anything else."

She stood, stretching her arms over her head, her shirt riding up just slightly to reveal a sliver of skin at the small of her back. Sebastian immediately looked away, though not fast enough to stop the heat that crept up his neck. Damn it.

"Tea sounds good," he agreed, though his voice was a little less steady than he'd intended, because she was doing it again—the thing she always did, making him feel something even when she was doing something mundane.

When her heard her puttering about in the kitchen, he let out a long, exasperated sigh, collapsing back into the sheets that still smelled far too much like her. With a frustrated groan, he threw an arm over his face.

Sebastian Sallow was completely, utterly, and irrevocably doomed.

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Sibling quarrels—

Request: We need a blurb or a fic about Sunny and Jack not speaking to each other…certainly not surprised that Jack would sleep with her best friend.

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Sunny stood quietly just around the corner of the hallway leading to all the Hughes children's bedrooms. Her jaw dropped as she peered around the corner to see Jack leaning in to kiss Evelyn, the girl dodged his romances, her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away before she did something she regretted

"I can't," she said weakly as Jack's face dropped, his grip on her hip tightened as his free hand tucked her hair behind her ear, "I can't do that to Sunny J, not again," the girl's tone was on the edge of giving in to the urge, her eyes tracing over Jack's lips as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.

Sunny's vision blurred as her hand covered her mouth to stop her jagged breaths. It was like watching her worst nightmare unfold right in front of her eyes, Jack's hands all over her closest friends, staring at her with not even a hint of guilt or care that he was putting a wedge in her friendship

"She doesn't need to know," Jack whispered as his forehead rested against Evie's, "I won't say anything if you don't, I really enjoyed it the first time." Sunny's stomach turned, as she closed her eyes to stop the burning of the tears welling up in them. How long had this been going on for exactly?

His lips chased hers as he tilted her head to kiss her gently, deepening it as he bit down on her bottom lip, her hands moving from his chest up to his curls before falling again to push him away. "It was a bad idea the first time, it was wrong, and it should never have happened," Evelyn detached herself from the boy's hold. "It didn't feel wrong to me?" Jack smirked as she shook her head embarrassed, her cheeks warm from the memories of the whole affair that had taken place only mere days ago. "It feels wrong lying to her Jack."

Evie straightened out the bottom hem of her party top and brushed off the centerman's almost convincing comments as she found her way out of his room and into the hallway where she saw Sunny standing with teary eyes and furrowed brows. Jack walked out hot on her tail to try and convince her one more time, but his eyes widened as he saw the streaks of tears that had rolled down Sunny's cheeks.

"Fuck," Jack whispered as Sunny clamped her jaw shut, shook her head and headed back down to the little party that Ellen was throwing in celebration of her two sons being home during their off-week.

★★★

Quinn knocked on his little sister's door and slipped in as she gave him the go-ahead to enter. A sad look on his face as he stood in the door frame and watched her for a second, soaking in the sadness that she was radiating.

"Mom said you were upset," he said sitting in her desk chair, as she readjusted the way she was sitting to face her oldest brother. "I'm mad at your brother," she said with a frown. "He's only my brother? What did Luke do now?" Quinn laughed at what he assumed to be some petty fight between the two, the usual Sunny and Luke narratives.

"Jack slept with Evie," she blurted out causing Quinn to go wide-eyed, nearly choking on his spit as she crossed her arms over her chest and collapsed back down on her mattress. The oldest Hughes was at a loss for words as he stared at his little sister who was now staring at the ceiling with tears in her eyes before looking at Quinn.

"She was the one person who was completely separate from you guys," she cried into her hands, "my whole life has revolved around you guys and hockey and your careers, and that's fine. But that's all people seem to want me around for, you, and Luke, and Jack!" choked cries left her lips as Quinn moved to lay down on the bed next to her hugging her into his chest as she cried even harder. "Evie was way beyond all of that, she was my only real break from being the Hughes' little sister, I was just Sunny to her," she whispered as her face buried itself in his chest, crying as he held her.

Quinn had no way of consoling her, no words were gonna fix her fragile state, tears soaking his shirt as she slowly lulled herself to sleep.

The house seemed tense that morning, everyone could feel a shift in the air, but no one exactly knew what was about to be unleashed as Quinn quietly left a sleeping Sunny and headed down to where the rest of the Hughes family found themselves relaxing. Quinn smacked Jack up the side of the head, a gasp leaving Ellen's mouth as she placed her mug down on the coffee table, "Quinn!" "I can't believe you did that," Quinn said sternly to Jack who stared guiltily at his hands, not daring to look up, praying that if he ignored Quinn's glare just enough, he could shrivel up into a ball and die without having to have to talk about this in front of his mother and father. "Can we talk about this somewhere else?" he asked looking around the room at all of the Hughes family members except for the youngest.

Quinn let out a laugh at the embarrassment creeping up the middle brother's cheek and then looked at the confusion on his parent's faces, "I'm not saying anything, but you need to apologize to her," he spat before walking out the back door to take a breather.

Jim sat up, brows raised at the middle son, surprised at the anger coming from his normally reserved oldest child, "What did you do, and to whom Jack?" Jack shrugged as he looked at his younger brother whose eyes widened with realization, connecting the dots to all the things that had occurred over the weekend, the tear-eyed Sunny who swore to Luke she was never talking to Jack again, the disappearance of Evelyn early into the previous nights party, and now the guilty Jack.

"holy shit!"

★★★

Ellen and Jim found out a week later after Jack and Quinn flew back to their respective towns, and Luke returned to Ann Arbor. Sunny moped around the house, which raised some major alarms for both of her parents, at first Jim thought it was just cause Sunny was lonesome without her brothers, but to Ellen, it all seemed deeper than that.

"Hey Sunshine," Ellen said knocking on her daughter's door with a snack plate in her hand for the bedridden girl, "you feeling okay," Ellen leaned forward and felt her daughter's forehead to see if maybe all of the melancholy had been due to an illness. "I'm fine," Sunny shrugged as she patted next to her, ushering her mom to sit down with her on the mattress. The girl leaned her head against her mom's shoulder as she took the plate of fruit and little snacks and started to eat the apple slices with peanut butter, smiling as she looked at the little heart-shaped cookies on the plate.

"Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can fix it." Sunny frowned as her mom pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, "it's not really something that can be fixed." "Why don't you invite Evie over for the night? You guys can go down in the basement and binge-watch reality TV shows like you do with her when she's upset," Ellen suggested, not picking up on the way her daughter's brows furrowed at the proposal. "I can't," Sunny sighed, "she slept with Jack," Sunny shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant as she continued to eat the fruits in front of her.

Ellen's face dropped as she sat up, "I'm sorry what?" "Y'know what's funny, Quinn had almost the same reaction, but with fewer words," Sunny smiled at how motherly her older brother was. "Evelyn and Jack are seeing each other?" "No, Jack just had sex with my best friend because he can't stand the thought of me having something that isn't his," Sunny smiled and placed the plate on her bedside table as she got up from her bed to grab the remote to her TV from atop her dresser.

Jim chose the wrong second to walk in as Ellen sat with her jaw dropped and Sunny ranted about her inconsiderate brother. "what did Jack do now?" Jim joked as Ellen looked at him, an angry look resting on her face as they filled the man in.

★★★

Evelyn reached out a week later, tears in her eyes as she showed up at the Hughes' front door after Sunny's ballet practice. "I'm the worst," the girl muttered as she stared at her best friend, "I don't even know what I was thinking, I've always seen him as a brother, it was just a lapse of poor judgment," Evie cried as Sunny stood in the doorway. "You slept with my brother Evie, it's not poor judgement, you had sex with my brother and then lied to me," Sunny was not in the mood to deal with this anymore.

She was trying to pull together everything that had upset her over the course of the week and put it out on the table so that Evelyn knew just how badly this had hurt her.

"I forgive you," Sunny said calmly as Evelyn let out a sigh and leaned in to hug her best friend, Sunny's hand stopped her quickly, "I forgive you, but right now I'm mad at you and need space, I will reach out when I'm ready to talk about it," she said calmly as Evelyn nodded and sunny shut the door in her face, the girl returned to her car teary-eyed as Sunny watched her through the living room window.

Sunny stood at the bay window, watching the downpour of rain that hit the panes, arms folded and brows pulled together as she just stared numbly. Ellen softly said Sunny's name as she lifted her blanket up to offer her a spot next to her, so they could snuggle and watch movies instead of dwelling around the house The girl sniffled as she curled up next to her mom, Ellen pressed a kiss to the crown of her daughter's head, "I'm proud of you for setting that boundary," Ellen whispered as Sunny cried even harder, "It'll all pass Sweetheart, just give it some time."

"Has Jack called you at all?" "I haven't talked to Jack in like two weeks," she mumbled into her hands as she wiped away her tears, "and he told Luke he wasn't going to apologize and I needed to get over myself," Sunny's lip quivered as Ellen ran her fingers through her daughter's hair as she let out a huff, "Your son is a bitch" "He is," Ellen mused as she pressed her cheek against the crown of her daughter's head and took a deep breath, "your brother isn't the brightest, he'll come crawling for forgiveness soon enough,"

★★★

"I'm thinking about renting a car for when we are home for Sunny's grad, do you wanna split it with me so we aren't stuck stealing Luke's car all trip" Quinn rambled as Jack placed the phone to his ear, as sighed. "I don't know if I'm going," Jack said, his tone was almost shameful as Quinn's brows furrowed at the stupidity of his answer. "You're not going to our baby sisters grad?" Jack's lips formed a straight line as he found the words to make his excuse sound less stupid than it sounded in his head, "we haven't talked since February, I don't know?"

"You haven't spoken to her since All-Star week? did you even try to apologize?" Jack rolled his eyes "She said she didn't want to talk to me, what was I supposed to do?" Quinn could feel the headache settling behind his eyes as he abandoned his calm composure, "You were supposed to call her and fix what you ruined, like fuck jack, I don't know if you forgot but you slept with her only friend and then left without apologizing, she's dealing with it alone!"

A moment of silence crept up on the brothers as Quinn returned back to sitting in front of his laptop, "figure your shit out, you're embarrassing yourself," Quinn spat angrily as he hung up the phone to deal with the rented car on his own, leaving jack to his thoughts.

★★★

Sunny smiled sadly as she hung her graduation dress and gown on the back of the door, humming along to the Hozier playing over her record players as she flattened out the puffy sleeve of her sage green dress. She maneuvered her way around the room to rummage through her jewellery box, looking for her favourite hoops and rings to complete the look.

A quick knock at the door startled her as she walked over to open it, Jack stood on the other side, an awkward smile on his face as Sunny opened it with a shocked look. "I thought you couldn't make it?" "I wasn't gonna miss your grad Sunny, I'm still your big brother, I'm gonna be here for all of your accomplishments," he sighed as she looked at him with tears now welling in her eyes, his arms opening to let her pull him into a hug.

"You've been a shit big brother this year," she mumbled into his chest as the tears now started for him. "I know," he cried as her hands gripped the soft fabric of his shirt, "I'm so sorry Sun," he mumbled into the crown of her head as she cried harder into his frame.

"What took you so long?" she asked pulling away to wipe the tears from her face as Jack pulled her back in for a second longer, soaking in as much Sunny love that he could for its absence over the past five-ish months Jack shrugged, finally letting her out of his grasp so she could pull herself together, "I don't know, you've never been mad at me so I didn't know how to apologise." "That's such a bullshit response J," she glared and sat on the edge of her bed, ushering him to sit next to her. "I was embarrassed at how bad I fucked up, so I thought if we ignored it, it would go away," he said honestly. Sunny smiled, "you're a fucking idiot," she said as she leaned her head against his arm.

Jack took a shaky breath as his arm wrapped around her shoulders, the guilt in the pit of his stomach slowly lifting as silence took over the room. The last song on the Hozier vinyl ended as Sunny got up to flip it, "What about Evie? Are you guys okay?" "We are okay," Sunny said with a content smile, "I'm still unsettled that you two-" she cringed and shook her at the topic, "but we are okay," she mumbled as Jack nodded.

"I should probably apologize to her," Jack mumbled as Sunny nodded. "Probably," Sunny grinned as Jack hopped up from her bed to go back to greet the rest of their visiting family.

Jack hugged Sunny one last time, "I hated not talking to you," she mumbled Into his chest as he nodded. "Well it's never happening again, I'm gonna do everything in my power to annoy you for the rest of my life, so don't worry," he said swaying her back and forth. "Please do," she said reaching up and ruffling his hair as he squeezed her one last time.

I don't know how I feel about it :/

#tinydancerau!!#quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #umich hockey #adam fantilli #umich imagine #adam fantilli x reader

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