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Evolve pt3

Isaac Lahey fanfiction

Reader x Isaac Lahey

Prompt - This fanfiction is based loosely off of Teen Wolf Season 2, where Isaac first becomes a werewolf. You are new to Beacon Hills High School and you can’t help but develop a crush on your Chemistry partner. But how will your relationship evolve, once your crush is bitten by Derek and becomes a werewolf?

Brad picked you up later that evening and you made your way to the rave. You were sporting a tight, dark crimson dress and black heels. Your hair hung in a loose up do. Brad complimented your appearance, a slight blush on his cheeks. You found yourself thinking about Isaac and wondered how he would react to seeing you dressed up. You quickly moved all thoughts of Isaac out of your mind, deciding to focus purely on having a good time. 

When you arrived at the club, you could already hear the loud music thumping through the walls. Brad handed the bouncer your tickets and you followed him into the building. You were enveloped in a variety of sights and sounds. Brad took your hand and pushed his way through the crowd, parting the sea of sweaty, intoxicated young adults and forming a path for you to walk through. You stopped by the bar and Brad ordered you a drink. You weren’t one for underage drinking, but you felt you deserved to let loose at least once and also hoped it would help you take your mind of the growing anger and confusion you felt towards Isaac. 

After finishing your drink and downing a shot of vodka, you were beginning to feel more relaxed and you found yourself boldly grabbing hold of Brads hand and dragging him out onto the dance floor. You were both soon laughing and spinning around freely without a care in the world. After dancing for a while, Brad went to grab you both another drink and not soon after you were downing another shot. Your head was now spinning out of control, and you danced up against Brad, no longer caring about what anyone else thought. 

Brad took your hand and spun you around in a circle, the force of the spin causing your hair to remove itself from your hair tie and naturally fall in loose waves down your back. You stopped spinning and stepped back, looking towards the ground for your hair tie. However, as your stepped back, you bumped into something hard and warm. You looked up and saw piercing blue eyes gazing down at you in awe, before turning a light shade of gold. You stepped forward and span around, coming face to face with Isaac. His eyes had returned to their original mesmerising blue, and they were now staring daggers at Brad. 

You stood frozen in place, not knowing what to say. Luckily, before you could embarrass yourself by stumbling over your words, Brad spoke up “Hi mate, how’s it going?” He greeted Isaac, holding out his hand. 

Isaac looked down at Brads hand, his eyebrows raised slightly, before letting out a scoff and turning to face you. 

“I thought I told you not to come here?” He says darkly. 

You stare at Isaac in disbelief, but before you can answer, Brad steps in front of you “She’s here with me.” He says, his chest puffing out slightly, as if to try and intimidate Isaac. 

Isaac doesn’t even acknowledge him and instead steps around him, grabbing hold of your hand. Your heart begins to beat out of control and you surprise yourself by closing your hand around Isaac’s. 

Just as you were about to be dragged away, Brad grabs Isaac by the shoulder, pulling him back and forcing Isaac to release his grip on your hand. 

Isaac lets out a heavy sigh, before finally facing Brad “Do you mind, I need to speak with Y/N.” He says, bluntly. 

Brad stands there stunned for a moment, before replying “Actually, I do mind. Y/N is here with me, as my date. There are plenty of other girls in here. So why don’t you go bother one of them?” He edges towards Isaac menacingly. 

Isaac lets out a small laugh, before turning his back on Brad and looking down at you pleadingly “Can we just get out of here and talk?” He asks, almost sounding desperate. 

You were about to reply, when you notice Brad once again reaching for Isaac’s shoulder. However, this time he pulled on it harshly, causing Isaac to stumble away from you. Brad didn’t even wait for Isaac to get his footing, before pushing him hard against the ground. 

Isaac was up in a flash, pushing Brad further into the crowd of people. Brad returned Isaac's advances, by punching Isaac square in the jaw. Issac pressed his hand against his chin and licked his bottom lip, wiping away the fresh blood forming on his now cut lip. 

Isaac’s eyes flashed in anger and a devilish smirk spread across his face. Brad backed away in fear, clearly not expecting Isaac to be able to withstand his punch. The look on Isaac’s face was menacing, but for some messed up reason you found him even more attractive.

Just as Isaac was about to land a hit on Brad, he looked towards the ceiling. A growing look of worry on his face. He turned back to Brad and pushed him to the ground, before quickly turning his back on him and once again advancing towards you “Y/N. Please just trust me and get out of here NOW! It’s not safe.” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but Isaac grabs hold of both your shoulders and bends down to meet your eye line “I promise I will explain everything to you. About Boyd, Erica and Derek. Even about me. Just trust me on this. I’m trying to protect you!” 

You were completely stunned at his words, you could tell from the way he was acting how serious he was. Fear slowly began to fill up inside you. Were you really in danger? Not wanting to risk your safety, you nodded at Isaac in understanding. He lets out a sigh of relief, before once again looking up towards the ceiling in panic. 

“I trust you.” You find yourself saying “I will leave now. But Isaac?” You ask, waiting for him to once again look you in the eyes. As soon as his intoxicating eyes meet yours, you squeeze his hand which was still grabbing hold of your shoulder “You stay safe too.” 

He lets out a genuine smile “I’ll be fine as long as I know you’re safe. Now go!” He releases his grip on you and pushes you towards the exit. 

You glance over your shoulder to look back at Isaac, but he is already lost in the crowd. 

You send a text to Brad, letting him know that you were heading home for the evening, when he suddenly came running out of the club after you. 

He said he would see you home, but you insisted that you could get home safe alone. After watching him fight Isaac, you were no longer interested him as even a friend, let alone a romantic partner. However, he was insistent on seeing you home, so you settled for allowing him to wait for your taxi with you. 

You began to engage in formal conversation with Brad, when he suddenly turned the conversation to Isaac “I can’t believe him. Attacking me out of nowhere.” Just as you were about to defend Isaac, and point out that it was in fact Brad who lay his hands on Isaac first, he continued with his rant, not allowing you the chance to speak. “I still think he was behind his dads murder... He seems like the type...” 

You tried to drown out Brads ongoing rant, only catching bits and pieces of what he was saying. “I’m not even surprised that his dad used to beat him. If you ask me, he probably deserved it-” Before you could even process what had happened, your hand moved on instinct and you found yourself punching Brad hard in the face. 

He moaned in pain, grabbing hold of his now bleeding nose “What the fuck bitch!” He screams at you. 

You step back cautiously, knowing you won’t be able to defend yourself if Brad decides to attack. Luckily, you hear a car approach and you sigh in relief at the site of your taxi pulling up. You thrust the door open and hop in, but not before addressing Brad. “Thanks for the date, but I don’t think we will be doing this again. Also, about the punch. I would apologise, but honestly... I think you deserved it.” You flash Brad a bright smile, before closing the door on his face and driving away to the safety of your home. 

You were glad to get out of your dress and heels. You decided to take a shower when you got home, enjoying the soothing feeling of the hot water on your skin. You threw on some underwear and your favourite long length band shirt, which you tend to use as a night dress. You began drying your hair, the whole time your mind wandering to thoughts of Isaac. He had seemed so worried at the club, that you couldn’t help but be concerned for his safety. You were glad he had finally agreed to open up to you, but you begin to panic, not knowing whether you would even get the chance to speak to him if he was in danger. You stood up suddenly and grabbed a pair of jeans and a hoodie out of your wardrobe. You slipped on your clothes and trainers and slid open your bedroom window. You crawled out onto the roof, knowing for a fact your mother wouldn’t allow you to go out in the middle of the night, still slightly intoxicated, to track down a boy who was recently accused of murder. You slid your window closed behind you, and began crawling along, trying to avoid any loose tiles along the way. However, you were so focused on the task at hand and trying to remain as silent as possible, that you didn’t even notice the figure suddenly pop up in front of you. 

In a moment of panic, you hit the figure in front of you, causing them to lose hold of the edge of the roof and fall towards the ground with a heavy thump. 

You stifle a scream and brave a look over the edge of the roof. You squint through the darkness and examine the person hunched over on the ground. Blue eyes suddenly peer back at you and you sigh in relief “Isaac?” You question “What the hell are you doing here?” You whisper down to him. 

He smiles up at you “Thanks for your concern. I’m here to see you obviously.” 

“Oh- right. Sorry.” You stumble, “You’re not hurt too badly are you?” 

He lets out a small laugh “Don’t worry about me, I heal fast.” He begins to sit up and you make your way down the side of your house and land gently on the grass beside him. 

You kneel down beside Isaac, your face coming shockingly close to his. You shuffle back slightly, a blush forming on both of your cheeks “Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask, breaking the awkward silence forming between you. 

You make a point of looking him over, to avoid having to make eye contact. A chuckle escapes from his lips “I’m fine. I’m glad you made it back safely.” He whispers. 

You finally collect yourself and turn to face him “Now. Are you going to tell me what you were doing climbing up my house in the middle of the night?” 

Isaac leans back on his elbows, smirking at you “I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing sneaking out of your house in the middle of the night?” 

You scoff at his question “I’m allowed to sneak out of my own house if I want to. Besides, I asked you first!” 

Isaac’s smile widens “I guess you’re right. As I said earlier I came here to see you. I promised you a nice little chat, didn’t I?” 

You raised your eyebrows at Isaac “And you didn’t think to wait until morning? How could you be sure I didn’t have company?” You say, wanting to intimidate Isaac. 

This time Isaac was the one raising his eyebrows “You don’t strike me as the type to bring home company.” He sits up suddenly, his face coming in close to yours “Plus, I saw your date outside the club when I left, his nose was bleeding and he was swearing about some crazy bitch who attacked him.” He glances down at your hand and the slight bruising on your knuckles “I’m guessing you’re the “crazy bitch” he was referring to?” 

You hide your hand away from Isaac and look down at the ground guiltily “Yeah, I guess I am.” 

He reaches out and takes your hand in his, brushing his fingers delicately across your knuckles. “Does it hurt?” He asks and you shake your head in response “I thought I told you to get home safe. Why would you go and punch someone? He didn’t do anything to hurt you did he?” Isaac’s voice began to waver, you could hear his words were filled with worry and a hint of anger. 

You begin to move your hand away from Isaac, but instead find yourself intertwining your fingers with his “He was talking bad about you. I couldn’t stand hearing him saying such awful things, so without meaning to I ended up punching him.” You respond, your voice nothing but a hushed whisper. 

You notice his lips lift up, a slight smile forming on his face “That’s my girl.” He says under his breathe. 

You weren’t even sure you’d heard him properly, but before you could dwell on his words, Isaac stood up quickly. He pulled you up with him, his hand remaining in yours “Come on.” He says “Let’s take a walk.” 

You roam the vacant streets with Isaac, laughing and talking about nothing and everything. You were desperate to ask him all about what had happened at the club, as well as the questions you had about Boyd, Erica and Derek. But for the moment, you found yourself content in just Isaac’s company. 

You had made your way to the forest on the edge of town. Usually you would be afraid to go in at night, but you found yourself feeling safe with Isaac by your side and you were looking forward to continuing this adventure. He gripped your hand firmly and peered down at you “Did you mean what you said at the club?” He questions suddenly. You look up at him confused, before he continued “About trusting me.” 

You nodded in response “Yes, I meant what I said.” 

Isaac sighed in relief “And do you trust me now?” He questions. 

You smile up at him “Of course.” 

He returns your smile, before edging into the forest, pulling you along with him. You walked through the forest in silence. Isaac guided you through the trees, expertly navigating his way through darkness ahead. You wondered how he was so clearly able to follow the path, as you were barely able to see Isaac’s broad back in front of you. 

Just as you were about to question where Isaac was taking you, you could see light filtering through the trees ahead. There was a clearing, leading to a cliff which looked out across the whole of Beacon Hills. 

You gasped at the magical sight in front of you. The lights of the city shimmered, illuminated by the bright light of the half moon. Isaac finally released your hand and walked over to a large boulder on the edge of the cliff and sat down. He looked towards you and pet the space beside him, signalling for you to take a seat. 

There wasn’t much space available, which forced you to sit close to Isaac. You were pressed up against his warm side and you couldn’t help but melt into him, enjoying the heat radiating from his side. He let out a small chuckle, before placing his arm around you, pulling you closer into him. 

He must have noticed you trying to absorb his warmth and you turned away, an embarrassed blush forming on your cheeks. 

You sat side by side for a while, enjoying the extraordinary view. After a couple of minutes, Isaac finally lets out a sigh, breaking the silence. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispers and you look towards him in confusion. 

“Why are you sorry?” You question. 

Isaac, continues to stare out at the view, not yet brave enough to face you “I’m sorry for how I’ve acted towards you.” He begins. “When we first met, I was so captivated by your beauty that I couldn’t even speak.” You inhale slightly in shock, but before you can respond Isaac continues speaking “And then, after I went through... certain changes, I still couldn’t seem to function in front of you. I acted like a complete jerk. I’m deeply sorry for how awful I have treated you and I will understand entirely if you never want to speak to me again. I just wanted the chance to apologise, and to hopefully make it up to you by letting you in on what’s been going on.” He finishes in a rush. 

You continue to stare at Isaac in disbelief. You had never expected him to drag you all the way here to just apologise. “Thank you for your apology and I would like to hear about what’s been happening.” You finally respond, not sure what else to say. 

You sit in silence the entire time Isaac speaks. He opens up to you about his dark past, as well as his unbelievable secret and every crazy event that has been going on in Beacon Hills, which included other supernatural beings. 

“Well at least now I understand everyone’s strange behavior” You say, once Isaac had finished laying out all his dark secrets in front of you. 

Isaac turns to face you, a shocked expression on his face “Is that all you have to say?” He asks in disbelief. 

You smile at him and nod “No actually,  I do have something else to say. I forgive you, and I want us to be friends.” You say matter of factly. 

Isaac’s face shifts from one of shock, to disappointment. 

You place your hand on top of his “What’s wrong?” You question. 

Isaac’s intoxicating eyes meet yours “I was kind of hoping we could be more than friends.” 

You took a moment to process what Isaac had said. Was that him asking you out? 

Before you could second guess yourself, you decided to be as brave as Isaac had been when opening up to you and lent forward, pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss. 

Isaac’s whole body stiffened and you began to pull away, worried that you had mistaken what Isaac had said. Except, as soon as your lips left his, Isaac pulled you back into him, crashing his lips against yours. 

Isaac's kisses grew more heated and urgent. You melted into him, as his hands began to explore your body. You let out a moan and Isaac pulled away suddenly. 

He turned his face away from you. 

“Isaac are you okay?” You ask, worried. When Isaac doesn’t respond you place your hand on his face and urge him to face you. His eyes are shut tight. “I’m sorry.” You apologise, unsure if you had done something wrong. 

Isaac finally responds “Don’t apologise Y/N, you’ve done nothing wrong. I just ... I don’t want you to see me like this.” He says, sounding insecure. 

“Like what?” You question. “Is there a problem with your eyes?” 

Isaac nods in response “My eyes change colour when I’m feeling strong emotions.” He admits “It’s part of being a werewolf.” 

Your mind flashes back to the golden eyes looking down at you in the club. You had thought you had imagined that in your intoxicated state. “Your eyes turn gold.” You say matter of factly. 

Isaac’s eyes spring open in shock, “How did you know that?” He questions, before quickly looking away in panic. He had almost forgotten he was supposed to be hiding his eyes away from you. 

“Isaac.” You whisper “Please look at me.” He reluctantly turns to face you, his eyelids still closed shut. You once again place a chaste kiss on his lips and his eyes flutter open. 

You could feel yourself getting lost in their golden glow. You smile gently at Isaac “I saw your eyes flash gold when I bumped into you at the club. I had thought I’d imagined it, or it was a trick of the light. They’re really pretty.” You admit. 

A blush forms on Isaac’s cheeks and his eyes slowly fade back to their original ocean blue. 

“You’re not scared of me?” Isaac questions, his voice wavering slightly. 

“Of course not! I lov-” You quickly stopped yourself, before you scared Isaac away with your feelings. You knew Isaac liked you, but that didn’t mean his feelings were as strong as yours. 

This time Isaac leaned forward and kissed you gently. His eyes met yours and he stared longingly into them “I love you Y/N.” He whispers. 

Your heart began to beat out of your chest and the butterflies in your stomach flapped about uncontrollably. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. You were filled with happiness “I love you too Isaac.” You say, leaning into his arms and kissing him passionately. 

You stayed wrapped in Isaac’s arms until the sun began to rise. Your mind had been processing everything that had happened since you began your new life in Beacon Hills and at this very moment you were so thankful to your mother for dragging you into this unbelievable adventure. 

If you had never moved away from home, you would never have met Isaac and you would be still clueless to the fact that supernatural creatures did in fact exist. 

You were also glad that you had opened yourself up to Isaac, the same way he had done earlier that evening. Otherwise, he never would have evolved from being your shy, timid crush. To your sarcastic enemy. To now your boyfriend, lover and werewolf. 

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Evolve pt.2

Isaac Lahey fanfiction

Reader x Isaac Lahey

Prompt - This fanfiction is based loosely off of Teen Wolf Season 2, where Isaac first becomes a werewolf. You are new to Beacon Hills High School and you can’t help but develop a crush on your Chemistry partner. But how will your relationship evolve, once your crush is bitten by Derek and becomes a werewolf?

You couldn’t believe Isaac was a suspect for his own fathers murder. You were so shocked at the news, that you didn’t even question how Scott had found out. You went to school the next day and was even more surprised to find out that Isaac had broken out of the Sheriff’s station and was now a wanted fugitive. You couldn’t help but wonder if this all connected to that suspicious guy who had spoken to Boyd at the ice rink. 

Who was he and why was Isaac hanging around with him? It was all to curious. Both Isaac and Erica had both suddenly turned into two completely different people and they were somehow connected to this Hale guy? And Boyd was still missing, after speaking to them all? And now Isaac’s father was murdered and Isaac had somehow managed to breakout of a jail cell? 

You had too many thoughts to process, so you decided to speak to your friends about your concerns. As soon as you mentioned Derek Hale approaching Boyd, they were instantly concerned, which just confirmed your suspicions more. They all huddled around and made plans to visit Boyd at the ice rink. He was supposed to be working tonight. You offered to go with them, but they instantly turned you down, which made you even more suspicious. 

You knew there was something your friends had been hiding from you and you were certain it all lead to this Derek Hale guy. You decided to follow after them and go to the ice rink yourself. 

You arrived at the ice rink early and decided to confront Boyd first. He was cleaning the ice and it took him a while to notice you were there “What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked, looking slightly concerned. 

“Are you serious?” You question, “I’m here to check up on my friend, who hasn’t been bothered to reply to any of my calls or texts!” You took in a large breath before continuing “Some suspicious guy comes to see you late at night and then I don’t hear from you! You didn’t even bother to come to school! Both Isaac and Erica have begun acting strangely and now you! What has Derek Hale done to you all?!” You begin to ease up, wanting to show your concern “Is he threatening you?” You question. 

Boyd finally looks you in the eye “He’s not threatening us Y/N. He’s helping us.” He finally admits. 

“Boyd, Derek isn’t helping you, he’s using you!” Scott's voice suddenly calls across the rink. You spin around to see your friends standing behind you. 

They all approach you, and begin surrounding you. It was as if they were protecting you from Boyd for some reason. Scott continued speaking to Boyd, until another voice cut him off. 

“I’m not using him Scott.” You turn and peer over Stile’s shoulder. Derek Hale was walking across the ice, followed by Erica and to your surprise Isaac. 

You found yourself drowning out Derek’s next words, your main focus on Isaac. His eyes met yours and your heart instinctively began to beat out of control. A mix of emotions passed through you. You couldn’t help but feel this strong attraction towards Isaac, even through the fear and confusion. ‘He could have murdered his father!’ Your mind kept screaming the same thing over and over, but your heart wouldn’t listen. It yearned for Isaac. 

You finally snapped back to reality at the mention of your name “I will take her home.” Isaac says, crossing his arms across his chest and turning to face Scott. 

“Who? Me?” You blurt out, cursing yourself for zoning out at the conversation at hand. 

Isaac lets out a sigh, before finally making eye contact with you “Yes, you.” He says with a bored tone. 

“Wait a minute.” You interrupt, “I’m not going anywhere! I’m here to talk to my friend. If anyone should be leaving, it should be you!” You gesture towards Isaac irritably “You’re literally a fugitive!”

He lets out a dark laugh “Yeah, well, you’re just a human!” He retorts and you gaze at him in confusion. What was that supposed to mean? 

Before you can question Isaac, Derek suddenly interrupts “That’s enough!” He glares at Issac and to your surprise you visibly see Isaac step back slightly. Was he frightened of Derek? 

Derek swivels around suddenly and addresses Stiles “You. Get her out of here.” He then turns to face Scott “We have some business to attend to.” 

Just as you were about to argue further, Boyd suddenly speaks up “Y/N, it’s okay. Go home and I will speak to you at school tomorrow.” 

You look towards you friend “So you’re coming back to school?” You question and he nods in reply “And you’ll tell me everything that’s being going on with you?” 

He stutters over his reply “Y-yes.”

You were convinced that there was some shady business going on between your friends and Derek Hale. But if Boyd promised to tell you what was happening, for the moment it was the best you could hope for. 

You let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll speak to you tomorrow. But also text me when you get home so I know you’re safe?” 

Boyd smiles at you and nods. You smile back towards him and suddenly Stile’s arm is around your shoulder “Come on Y/N, I’ll take you home.” 

You look up at Stiles and gently shrug off his arm “That’s okay. My car is in the car park, so I’ll drive myself home.” You smile towards the rest of your friends “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” 

They all say goodbye, except for Scott who is too busy staring daggers at Derek. You walk straight past Isaac, not even bothering to look in his direction, but as you drove home, your mind was uncontrollably filled with thoughts of him. 

Could he really have murdered his own father? How could he have escaped from his jail cell? And why was everyone so unconcerned about him showing up at the ice rink with Derek? Was anyone going to report seeing him to the police? Should you report it? 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket at a stop sign and typed in 911. Your thumb hovered over the call button, but for some unknown reason you couldn’t bring yourself to press it. Except it wasn’t unknown. Deep down, you knew that the reason you couldn’t report seeing Isaac to the police, was because you were in love with him. You were in love with Isaac Lahey. A suspected murder. 

At school the next day, there were so many questions you had for both Boyd and your friends. You had planned to corner them all at lunch and force them to speak to you, but to your annoyance, they somehow all managed to avoid you. This just made you more suspicious and honestly plain mad. You were especially mad at Boyd, however. He had promised to speak to you at school the next day, but he was too busy hanging around with Erica that you never got the chance to talk to him alone and find out what was going on with him.  

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but Boyd and your friends had given you no other choice. After school, you waited in the car park for Boyd and decided to follow him home. You watched as he exited the school, except once again, he was joined at the hip by Erica. Usually Boyd would catch the bus home, except today both him and Erica climbed inside a familiar SUV. Derek Hale’s car. 

You trailed slowly after them. Staying a few cars behind, in order to not get caught. They led you to an abandoned Railway depot. You waited a couple of minutes, gathering your courage, before following them inside. 

You crept around the rusting carcasses of abandoned cars, heading towards the faint light in the centre of the depot. You could see a dust covered train in the distance and voices could be heard from inside. You decided to hang back for a moment and wait to see if you could hear their conversation, but suddenly a body was flying through the air and landed heavily on the ground ten feet away from the carriage. Isaac lay crumpled on the ground, gasping for breath. On instinct you rushed towards him and crouched down beside him, helping him to sit up “Oh my gosh, Isaac are you okay?!” You asked a clear panic in your voice “Quickly, we need to get you out of here!” You say desperately, trying not to think about who had just attacked Isaac and thrown him out of the carriage. All you tried to focus on was getting you both away and to safety. 

Isaac finally glanced up at you confused “Emily? How hard did I hit my head?” He asks, pressing the palm of his hand to the back of his head.

You look over him in worry, before using all of your strength to try and pick him up. It was useless. You weren’t strong enough to carry him. “Isaac, do you think you’re strong enough to move?” You question, debating whether to run away quickly to get help first, or to stay by his side, not wanting to leave him alone.

“There will be no need for that.” A deep voice suddenly interrupts your internal rambling and you look up at the figure, standing in the doorway to the carriage. Derek Hale stared down at you, an amused smirk on his face. 

You stood in front of Isaac protectively “Leave him alone!” You shout. Trying to ignore the panicked beating of your heart and the fear slowly creeping through you, paralysing your body. 

“Do you really think you will be able to protect him?” Derek questions, taking one step towards you.

You stand in place, not wanting to back down “Yes.” You say with false confidence “I have already called the police, they will be here soon to save us.” You lie, trying to scare Derek into running away, but this only makes his smile spread further. 

“You’re lying.” Derek begins to advance towards you. 

Suddenly Isaac is standing in front of you. He pushes you back in one swift motion and stands between you and Derek, acting as a protective barrier “Leave her alone!” He shouts at Derek, before facing you. A worried look on his face. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He questions. You nod in response, no longer trusting your voice. 

Isaac lets out a sigh of relief, before opening his eyes and glaring at you darkly “What the hell are you doing here?” He questions. 

Isaac's attitude had completely changed and it felt like you were facing a complete stranger. You were too shocked to speak. If he was okay now, why wasn’t he running away from Derek? Was he not the person who attacked him? 

Isaac pulls you out of your internal ramblings “Answer me!” He bellows. 

You flinch back in shock “I-I was looking for Boyd.” You admit. “He promised to speak to me and I was worried about him, so I followed him here.” You speak quickly, your voice shaking slightly. 

Isaac once again lets out a sigh “You shouldn’t be here Y/N. This has nothing to do with you.” He says, his voice fading out into a whisper. 

“It has everything to do with me!” You finally speak up “Boyd is my friend! And there is something weird going on with the rest of my friends and I know it has something to do with Derek! And I’m worried about you!” You exclaim. You hadn’t meant to say the last part, but you were so filled with the adrenaline from the recent events that you couldn’t control yourself. 

“You were worried about me?” Isaac questions. He looks away from you suddenly, trying to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. 

For a brief moment, Isaac looked so much like the old him that you let your guard down and approached him, reaching your hand out to comfort him. But as soon as your hand makes contact with his shoulder, he shrugs your hand away and moves back to stand beside Derek. 

“You don’t need to worry about us anymore Y/N. Myself and Boyd, we are doing fine and the only reason Derek is involved is because he is protecting us. He has provided us with a new life.” 

“What does that even mean?!” You question, raising your voice out of confusion and hurt. As soon as you felt yourself getting closer to Isaac, he always seemed to keep pushing you further away. It felt as if he was scared for you to get too close. 

“Please Y/N. Just leave us alone. Pretend none of this happened and go live a normal life.” He is no longer glaring at you. Instead, it seems as if his eyes are almost pleading with you to just listen to what he was saying and leave. Was Isaac actually pushing you away to protect you? 

It had been a week since your encounter with Isaac. It was clear to you that he wanted you to stay away from him and honestly, you thought that it was probably best for yourself also (He was still a suspect for murder after all). So that night, you turned your back on Isaac, Derek and Boyd and made your way home. 

You had also listened to Isaac’s advice about making more friends at school. You still sat with Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Allison at lunch occasionally and spoke to them in class. But ever since the strange meeting at the ice rink, they had all been distant with you also. 

You made your way to your first class and sighed slightly, knowing Mr Harris had planned a group activity, where you had to continuously switch partners. You cursed yourself for being so distracted by Isaac during that class, that you hadn’t bothered to get to know the rest of your peers and you only hoped it wouldn’t be as awkward as you expected it to be. 

You were on autopilot as you entered the classroom and began making your way to the back of the room, towards your empty desk. The seat next to you had remained vacant ever since Isaac had been arrested, except today the space was no longer empty. Isaac was back in his usual seat, leaning back on his chair slightly and staring out of the window. You felt your heart stop. 

Your strides suddenly became shorter and your pace slower as you walked towards your desk, not sure whether the figure in front of you was real or not. You sat next to Isaac cautiously, trying your hardest to slow the beating of your heart. You glanced up at him nervously, not trusting your voice to say hello. 

You waited for a moment to see if he would acknowledge you, but he continued to stare out of the window, clearly adamant on not speaking to you. 

You gazed across the classroom and noticed the rest of the class also sneaking nervous glances towards Isaac. Mr Harris entered the room suddenly and began to speak “As I’m sure most of you have already noticed, Mr Lahey has returned to us. Now, let’s begin on what really matters here. My lesson.” The whole of the class returned to their forward facing positions and were no longer looking between Isaac and Mr Harris. 

You tried to focus on the sound of Mr Harris’s voice, but you couldn’t help but be painfully aware of Isaac's presence beside you. The last time you were seated next to him, he was sliding his hand up your thigh and you had slapped him hard across the face. Your cheeks suddenly warmed and you looked down at your text book, not wanting anyone to notice the reddening of your cheeks. 

After Mr Harris had finished explaining the experiment procedure, he had initiated a new seating system, so that you would work with a number of different students in your class. 

You quickly began the experiment, with no help from Isaac, and after a couple of minutes it was thankfully time to switch. You watched Isaac as he practically sprinted from his seat and made his way to the desk in front of you. He sat next to Scott and began to converse with him in a hushed whisper. Your curiosity began to take over and you tried your hardest to listen into their conversation, before realising that you had promised yourself you would no longer get yourself involved. You pulled yourself back to reality and smiled at your desk mate as they sat down next to you. You dove back into the experiment, trying to distract yourself from Isaac. After half an hour, you were finally on the last stage of the experiment. 

You last desk partner for the day sat beside you and began talking to you cheerfully. He introduced himself as Brad and you found yourself laughing at a few of his jokes. Even though you were getting along with your new desk mate, you couldn’t help but long for Isaac. You gazed across the classroom and found him seated beside Lydia. He was holding the crystal they had made in his hand and was holding it out in front of her face. You looked away quickly, as Lydia bit into the crystal and Isaac let out an almost seductive smirk.

Even though you had told yourself over and over again to move on and forget about Isaac, you couldn’t hold down this burning feeling of anger and jealousy inside you. You tried to calm yourself down by interacting further with Brad and then to your surprise he asked if you wanted to hang out together at lunch. Although you hadn’t felt a physical attraction towards Brad, you had fun talking to him, so you agreed, hoping to gain another friend. 

You had been texting back and forth with Brad throughout the rest of the day and well into the evening. He even called you before you went to bed and invited you to a rave which was happening tomorrow night. A twinge of guilt had spread through you when he asked, knowing he must be asking you on a date. But before you could refuse, an image of Isaac with his arm around Erica in the dining hall entered your mind, followed by an image of him seductively feeding Lydia the crystal in Chemistry and in a moment of pure jealousy you agreed. 

Both you and Isaac were once again ignoring each other in class the next day. You focused on your work and Isaac lay his head on the desk to sleep. It took most of your will power to stop making glances at his cute sleeping form.

Mr Harris decided to step out of the classroom for a moment, and almost instantaneously everyone began talking amongst themselves in a hushed whisper. Letting out a sigh at not being able to talk to your desk partner, you pulled out your mobile. As soon as you did, it chimed alerting you of an incoming text. You checked your messages and saw it was a text from Brad. You looked towards him. He was seated at the front of the class room and had swiveled around in his chair to smile at you. You returned his smile, before reading his text. 

He says he is excited for your date at the rave tonight. You begin typing out your reply, when suddenly you sense a set of eyes glaring at you. 

You look to the side and immediately make eye contact with Isaac. It was the first time since he had returned to school that he had even bothered to look in your direction and now he was practically burning a hole right though you with his intense gaze. 

You’re so flustered that you can’t seem to form words. Instead you just hold his stare, causing Isaac to be the one to break the deafening silence “Don’t go to the rave tonight.” His abrupt comment stuns you for a moment. 

You finally collect your thoughts and reply “What gives you the right to read my texts?” You ask, dumbfounded at his audacity to invade your privacy. 

He rolls his eyes at you, which fuels your anger more “Just do as I say for once.” 

You let out a shocked choke “I can’t believe you! I’ve already done as you asked! I’ve left you alone. I’ve made new friends and I’ve even gotten myself a date! Which, by the way, is none of your concern. So why don’t you take your own advice and leave me alone?!” You spun away from Isaac and focused on the board in front of you, signalling the end of the conversation. 

Isaac let out an annoyed sound, which you almost mistook as a deep growl. He was about to warn you again about going to the rave, but he was interrupted by Mr Harris’s reappearance in the classroom “Stop the chit chat everyone, or I’ll keep you behind after class!” Mr Harris warned. 

You spent the rest of the lesson sitting in a simmering rage, which Isaac could easily sense. Once the bell rang to signal the end of class, and the end of the school day, you rushed towards the exit. Isaac followed after you, wanting to convince you not to attend the rave, as he knew that Jackson would be there to strike at his next victim. However, as soon as you left the class room you bumped straight into Brad, who was waiting anxiously for you. In your fit of rage aimed towards Isaac, you had completely forgotten to reply to his text. 

Isaac noticed you stop to speak to Brad, so he hung back to listen into your conversation. 

“So Y/N.” Brad began “You’re still up for the rave tonight, right?” He questioned, clearly worried you were no longer interested. 

You knew that Isaac was listening into your conversation, which only angered you further. You forced yourself to smile through your fury. Instead of answering however, you asked Brad to walk you to your car. Not allowing Isaac the chance to speak to you again. As soon as you were out of ear shot of Isaac, you assured Brad that you still wanted to go to the rave with him tonight. Even more now knowing that it would annoy Isaac further. 

Tag list - @rogershoe

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Updated Masterlist

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Teen Wolf fanfics:

Isaac Lahey-

Evolve

Evolve pt2

Evolve pt3

Asa Butterfield fanfics:

Otis Milburn-

More than meets the eye

Harry Potter fanfics:

Teddy Lupin-

Affliction

(One shot)

Tom Riddle-

Sacrifices

Sacrifices pt2

Oliver Wood-

He’s a Keeper

He’s a Keeper Pt2

He’s a Keeper Pt3

He’s a Keeper Pt4

(Completed)

Newt Scamander-

Framed Attraction

Framed Attraction Pt2

Framed Attraction Pt3

Framed Attraction Pt4

Framed Attraction Pt5

(Completed)

Draco Malfoy-

Boy with a thorn in his side

(One shot)

Tough Love

Tough Love Pt2

Tough Love Pt3

Tough Love Pt4

Tough Love Pt5

Tough Love Pt6

(Completed)

Darkest Desire

(Oneshot)

Fred Weasley-

Counter attack

(One shot)

Scandal

(One shot)

Rumours

(One-shot)

Red Is the Warmest colour

Red Is the Warmest colour Pt2

Red is the Warmest colour Pt3

(Completed)

Soul Keeper Pt1

Soul Keeper Pt2

Soul Keeper Pt3

Soul Keeper Pt4

Soul Keeper Pt5

(Completed)

Double Trouble

(One shot)

A Special Kind of Magic pt1

A Special Kind of Magic pt2

A Special Kind of Magic pt3

A Special Kind of Magic pt4

A Special Kind of Magic pt5

A Special Kind of Magic pt6

A Special Kind of Magic pt7

A Special Kind of Magic pt8

A Special Kind of Magic pt9

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George Weasley-

Counter Attack

(One shot)

Rumours

(One-shot)

Opposites Attract pt1

Opposites Attract pt2

Opposites Attract pt3

(Completed)

Double Trouble

(One shot)

Thomas Brodie Sangster fanfics:

Christmas suprise

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Bring me to life

Whitey Winn (Godless)-

Deputy

Deputy pt2

Deputy pt3

(Completed)

The vow

The vow pt2

(Completed)

The Hunt

The Hunt pt2

The Hunt pt3

(Completed)

Newt (The Maze Runner) -

The Secrets we Keep (one-shot)

The Maze Lover

The Maze Lover pt2

The Maze Lover pt3

The Maze Lover pt4

The Maze Lover pt5

The Maze Lover pt6

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Trapped

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Trapped pt7

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Peter Pan-

Conquest

Conquest pt.2

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(Complete)

Regret

(One shot)

Reputation

Reputation pt2

Reputation pt3

Reputation pt4

(Ongoing)

Paradox

Paradox Pt2

Paradox Pt3

(Completed)

Pan

Pan pt2

Pan pt3

Pan pt4

Pan pt5

Pan pt6

Pan pt7

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Pan pt13

Pan pt14

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End Game

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Dark Prince pt1

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Dark Prince pt14

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Dark Prince pt17

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Dark Prince pt22

Dark Prince pt23

Dark Prince pt24

Dark Prince pt25

(Completed)

Felix-

Paradox

Paradox Pt2

Paradox Pt3

(Completed)

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Spidey Senses

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Evolve

Isaac Lahey fanfiction 

Reader x Isaac Lahey

Prompt - This fanfiction is based loosely off of Teen Wolf Season 2, where Isaac first becomes a werewolf. You are new to Beacon Hills High School and you can’t help but develop a crush on your Chemistry partner. But how will your relationship evolve, once your crush is bitten by Derek and becomes a werewolf?

It was your first day at Beacon Hills High School. 

Your mother had dragged you with her, out of the country and away from your comfortable, ordinary life in England. 

You were conflicted. Part of you was excited to begin this new adventure, but the other part of you was terrified of being thrown head first into the unknown. 

You walked along the fast paced corridors, looking around with curiosity at the different atmosphere of an American School. You made your way to your locker and took out the slip of paper with your locker combination on it. 

You entered the code and exhaled with relief when you heard the click of the locker opening. You emptied out your bag, keeping only the books you would need for your first two classes in your bag.

You had decided to get to school early so you could get to know your surroundings and you still had time before your first class. You gazed out at the crowd of teens filling the halls, all laughing and joking with one another and you let out a long sigh. 

“Classes haven’t even begun yet and you already sound fed up. That’s not a good sign.” You jump slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you and spin around. 

You were met by an amused look, and the guy smirked across at you. “Hi, you must by Y/N, the new girl from England. My names Stiles. My dads the Sheriff.” He offers his hand out to you and you shake it, glad that you had someone to talk to. 

“Hi Stiles. My name is Y/N, I am from England and you sound pretty proud that your dad’s the Sheriff.” You smile at him, wanting to make a good first impression. 

He laughs “Yeah, I guess you could say that. So what’s your first class?” He asks, continuing your conversation. 

You pull out your class schedule, but before you can even answer, Stiles takes the paper from you and begins scanning the page. “Hey, my first class is also Chemistry, let’s go together, I can show you to the classroom!” He beams at you and you smile in return.

As you enter the classroom together, you were laughing at a joke Stiles was telling you. You were thankful that he had approached you and you were beginning to feel more at ease, until a stern voice cuts off your conversation. 

“I see you’ve already latched yourself onto the new girl Stilinski? I hope you’re not planning on distracting her during my class and bringing her down to your level?” He looks down his nose at Stiles, before turning to face you. “My name is Mr Harris, I am you Chemistry teacher and I will not tolerate any misbehavior in my classroom.” 

“M-my name is Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuttered, slightly intimidated by Mr Harris’s glare “And I promise to behave.” 

“Yes, I know who you are Miss Y/L/N... and I will keep you to that promise. Now take your seat.” 

You nodded in understanding and followed after Stiles, he pulled out the chair next to him, offering you a seat, but before you could sit down Mr Harris let out a condescending laugh. “Yeah, that’s not happening. Miss Y/L/N, please can you take a seat towards the back, next to Mr Lahey?” 

You looked behind you and saw a tall, wavy haired boy look up suddenly at the mention of his name. The seat next to him was empty, so you assumed he was Lahey and you were meant to sit next to him. You looked back at Stiles and let out a small smile of apology and he smiled and shrugged in response.  

You carried on walking to the back of the classroom and awkwardly sat next to the tall, wavy haired boy. He shuffled away from you slightly as you sat down and you couldn’t help but feel slightly offended. He was clearly uncomfortable having you sit next to him, but you didn’t want the rest of the year to be as awkward so you plucked up the courage to talk to him “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You introduce yourself and smile in his direction. He risks a glance at you and his eyes widen suddenly, before quickly looking a way. 

You were about to look away feeling slightly defeated, until he whispers under his breath “Isaac... that’s my name.” His cheeks suddenly flush red and you’re shocked to feel a small tingling of butterflies forming in your stomach. 

You tried to communicate with Isaac a few times throughout the lesson, but he would only respond if you asked him a question about the work and not once did he make eye contact with you. Usually you would find his behaviour rude, but you couldn’t help but find him endearing. Every time you spoke to him he would either play with his hair awkwardly, or a blush would form on his cheeks and you would find yourself thinking about how cute he looked. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if he behaved this way with everyone, or with just you. So throughout the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but scout out the area, trying to catch a glimpse of him interacting with someone else.

You sat with Stiles and the rest of his friends at lunch. Glad that he also had some female friends you could speak to. Allison was the more welcoming of the two, but after half an hour, you could feel Lydia beginning to warm up to you. You tried to focus on the conversation at hand, desperately wanting to make a good impression and hopefully become part of the gang, but the sight of the slender boy sitting alone in the corner kept pulling away your focus. 

You hear Stiles chuckle next to you, finally pulling your attention away from Isaac. You look away from him quickly and turn to face Stiles, not wanting to make it obvious you were staring. Except it was clear that the whole group had already noticed “I feel there may be a lot of actual Chemistry happening in Mr Harris’ class this year.” Stiles jokes, nudging at your arm. 

You couldn’t help but blush and hit him back playfully “Yeah I agree, I could feel the sexual tension radiating between you and Mr Harris. I’m sure you’ll make a great couple.” You cause the rest of the group to laugh, glad to take the attention away from you and your obvious crush on Isaac. 

It was finally time for your last class of the day and you were honestly surprised at how well your first day at Beacon Hills high School had gone. You had actually managed to make some friends and you had made a good impression in most of your classes. 

You entered the classroom and looked around for an empty seat. There was no seating plan for this lesson and you noticed most students had already formed small groups and were sitting beside their friends. You spotted a free seat next to Scott and was about to approach him and ask to sit there when you noticed Isaac at the back of the classroom, with another student sitting alone in front of him.  

You had noticed the other boy earlier at lunch, when you were scanning the room for Isaac and he had also been sitting alone then. You began to sypathise with him, knowing that if Stiles hadn’t approached you that morning then you might have been in the same position. Sitting alone with no one to talk to. You made up your mind and approached the large boy. “Hi I’m Y/n. Do you mind if I sit here?”

He looked up, clearly shocked that someone was communicating with him “O-oh, yeah...sure.” He responded. 

You smiled warmly at him and began asking questions about himself. You found out his name was Boyd and he worked nights at the ice rink. You were glad to find him opening up to you as the lesson progressed and nearing the end of the class you were even laughing together like close friends. You couldn’t believe he had no friends at School, but he told you about how he got suspended last year for fighting, even though it was self defense and since then everyone else had been too afraid to approach him. You sort of understood why, as it was almost hard to believe Boyd was still in high school due to the sheer size of him. But luckily you hadn’t heard the false rumours about him yet and had gotten to know his true personality for yourself. 

You were glad you had made another friend at school and you had gotten on that well together, that you had barely even registered Isaac sitting behind you both. However, you couldn’t help but risk a quick glance behind you before the lesson ended and you instantly made eye contact with Isaac. You swiveled around in your chair so fast you thought you had given yourself whiplash. How long had he been looking at you? Surely it was just a coincidence? Maybe he was actually looking at the board and you just thought he was looking at you? Or maybe he was just drawn to the movement of you turning around? Yeah that was probably it. I mean he had barely even looked at you during your first class. You let out a small sigh, and tried to calm down the beating of your heart. 

Boyd glanced at you and smirked knowingly, passing you a note. You read it and your heart instantly began to beat out of control once again. It read ‘Isaac is a lucky guy.’ You scribbled a hasty response ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You thrust the note at Boyd and he leaned over and whispers in your ear “You know what it means.” 

Over the next few weeks you had grown closer to both Boyd and Stiles and his group. Sadly, the one person you did want to get closer to was still barely paying you any attention and would mostly ignore you during class, unless you asked him a question about the work. That’s why, you were surprised when you showed up to your first class on Monday morning and Isaac was in his usual seat next to you. Except the aura surrounding him had completely changed, as well as his outfit and the way he was sitting. He was now sporting a black leather jacket, black jeans and converse. He was leaning back in his chair, rocking back and forth with his head held high, as he looked around the classroom. You noticed Scott glaring daggers in his direction and Stiles was looking back and forth between you and Isaac on the edge of his chair, as if he was readying himself to jump between the two of you. You looked back towards Isaac curiously and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed his dark eyes looking you over, a slow smirk beginning to form on his face. 

You held your breath, not knowing how to react. He had never looked at you that way before and the seductive way he was staring at you caused your whole body to heat up. You began to walk towards him, almost as if you were in a trance. You were drawn in by his allure and you found yourself wanting to just give yourself to him there and then. You cautiously sat down beside him and it took all of your strength to greet him the same as usual “Hi Isaac. I hope you had a good weekend?” You internally screamed at how faint your voice had come out. It was so clear you had no control in this situation. 

He chuckles darkly, the seductive sound causes a shiver to run through your body “My weekend was great. You could even say one of the best. But nothing compares to today...” He leans forward and whispers into your ear “This is my favourite class after all.” 

You spent the rest of the lesson literally on the edge of your seat. A flood of emotions had passed through you in the space of an hour and just when you had begun to calm down, Isaac would lean in and whisper something into your ear or would “accidentally” brush his knee with yours. 

You had no idea what had come over him. The quiet, shy Isaac you had come to know and like, had completely disappeared over night and was replaced with an overly confident, flirtatious persona. You had no idea which Isaac was the real one anymore, but either way you found yourself attracted to him.  

You sat with Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison at lunch and Isaac was the main topic of conversation. “I think he’s better this way.” Lydia announced “He actually seems attractive now.” 

Stiles looked at you “You better be careful Y/N, or Lydia is going to swoop in and steal your man.” 

You punched Stiles lightly on his arm “He is not my man!” You turn to face Lydia “And he was attractive before! You just didn’t know the real him.” You confront her. 

“And you did?” She responds “He barely even spoke two words to you before today.” She rolls her eyes at you. 

You were about to respond before Scott interrupts “The main point is, he’s changed suddenly and I’d like to figure out how or why he’s suddenly acting different.” He gave the rest of the group a cryptic look and you let out a sigh. 

You had a feeling there was something the rest of the group was hiding from you and you only hoped they would trust you enough soon, to be able to tell you what it was. 

It was once again your last lesson of the day and you smiled at Boyd as you entered the classroom. You decided not to look at Isaac, as you couldn’t take another moment of his alluring stare. 

It was only a few minutes into the class however, when you felt a sudden kick to your chair. You looked behind you and noticed Isaac's foot on the back of your seat. You turned back around and decided to ignore it. It wasn’t causing you too much of an issue and you weren’t feeling strong enough to face the new Isaac at the moment. 

A few moments later you felt another kick, but you just rolled your eyes and carried on writing. However, after the fourth kick, you had had enough. You looked over your shoulder at Isaac, but he pretended not to notice and acted like he had done nothing wrong. You made eye contact with Boyd and rolled your eyes, causing him to chuckle. Isaac suddenly kicked your chair again, however this time he kicked it with some force and you were pushed harshly against your desk, bruising your ribs. You let out a grunt of pain and for a moment you were shocked that Isaac had hurt you. 

However, your shock didn’t last long and you found yourself suddenly angry at his actions. You pushed your chair back with force, causing him to remove his foot from your chair and you twisted around ferociously, glaring daggers at him. For a moment he looked like the usual Isaac you had grown to like. You saw a flash of remorse and worry spread across his face and for a moment you thought he was going to apologise. 

But then Boyd also turned to face Isaac protectively and you were glad to have him by your side as a trusted friend. Isaac looked towards Boyd and then back to you, a sadistic smirk slowly spreading across his face. He chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes at you, before leaning back in his chair and looking out of the window. 

You had decided to sit with Boyd at lunch the next day, as you had plans to go over your history homework. You couldn’t help but glance over at the table where Isaac usually sat alone and were shocked to see him sitting beside a blonde girl. His arm draped casually over her shoulder. Did Isaac get himself a girlfriend? 

You quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught staring. Especially after what went down between you two yesterday. However, Boyd had noticed you looking over at Isaac and even he seemed to be shocked at what he saw “Are Isaac and Erica dating now?!” He exclaimed. 

Your eyes widened in shock “Wait, that’s Erica?!” You risked another glance over at them and quickly turned away. Both Isaac and Erica were staring in your direction, both of them smirking wildly. 

You looked up at Boyd and noticed him still looking over at them. You grabbed a hold of his arm and yanked at him, causing him to look away “Why did you do that?” He asked. 

You whispered harshly at him “Because you were staring! Do you want them to know we were talking about them?!” 

Boyd whispered back “I don’t really care either way. And is that why you’re whispering?” 

You rolled your eyes “Well I do! And yes obviously.” 

Boyd began to laugh “Y/n, they’re sitting at the other end of the hall, I really doubt they can hear us.” He reasoned, no longer whispering. 

You sat up straight and flipped back your hair “Yes, well... I guess you’re right.” Soon enough you were both laughing at your stupidity and you were glad for the distraction. You didn’t want to think about Isaac dating anyone else, even after how much of a jerk he was being. 

Your laughter was interrupted not long after, when Scott and Stiles approached you both. “Hey Y/N, hey Boyd.” Stiles waved before sitting opposite you. 

“Hey guys.” You respond “What can we do for you?” 

Scott suddenly spoke up “Well actually we are here to receive the keys to the ice rink off Boyd.” He beamed at Boyd, clearly trying to charm him with a bright smile. 

Boyd leaned forward “I told Stilinski it would be 50 dollars.”

Stiles moved forward to meet Boyd half way “I’m pretty sure you said it would be 20.” He slides 20 dollars across the table. 

Boyd huffs and slides the notes back towards him “I said 50.” He was holding his ground. You watched the exchange with amusement. 

“Okay, how about 30?” Stiles asks hopefully. 

“50.” Boys responds. 

Stiles sighs and gets out his wallet and counts his money “Look I’ve only got 40 and...” He searched around in his pockets and pulls out a chocolate bar “some chocolate?” 

Boyd stays silent for a while, before taking a set of keys out of his pocket “Deal.” He trows the keys to Stiles and reaches for the money and chocolate bar. 

“What are you guys doing at the ice rink?” You finally ask, breaking the silence. 

Scott smiles at you, we are taking Allison and Lydia on a double date.” You smile back at him, before turning to Stiles, smirking slightly. 

“Does Lydia know it’s a date?” You ask and he stumbles over his words. 

“Not exactly, but hopefully she will realise half way through and will see it as the best date she’s ever had.” You can’t help but laugh at his optimism. “We were gonna ask if you wanted to come actually, but we thought it would be awkward if you didn’t have a date of your own...” 

Scott chimed in “You’re still welcome to join us though... if you find a date.” Scott looks away sheepishly.

Stiles glances over at Isaac, who was now sitting alone “Why don’t you ask him?” 

You can’t help but sigh “I probably would have, but not anymore. He’s become a real jerk and I don’t date bullies.” A sudden idea springs to mind “Hey Boyd?” Your friend turns away from counting his money from Stiles and looks at you. “Want to go on a date with me?” You ask. 

Boyd lets out a laugh “Sure thing!” He exclaims excited. 

Stiles lets out a low groan “Are you serious? We basically just paid him to go on a date with you!” 

You and Boyd look at each other and laugh “Yeah I guess you did!” Scott and Stiles walk away in defeat “We will see you tonight!” You call after them still laughing. Boyd opens up the chocolate bar from Stiles and splits it in half, handing you a piece. 

You accept it gratefully and begin eating contentedly, looking forward to your date tonight. 

You picked Boyd up on your way to the Ice rink. You were meeting the rest of the gang there and you were glad that Boyd had agreed to come with you, as you wanted him to get to know your other friends and maybe even join the group himself.

Everyone else was already there when you arrived and you were impressed at Lydia’s ice skating abilities. Whilst she was spinning around on the ice like a professional ice skater, Scott was barely managing to stay upright and was grabbing hold of Allison for support. You turned to Boyd and held your hand out to him, “Care to take me on a tour of your work?” You ask and he gladly accepts your invitation. Soon enough you were both skating along the rink, laughing merrily.

After a few hours of skating around with everyone, your toes were beginning to get too cold, so you and Boyd decided to head home. You made your way out of the entrance of the ice rink and out into the car park, still laughing happily. You were glad Scott and Stiles had invited you out, needing the distraction to keep your mind off Isaac.

However, just before you reached your car. A black SUV pulled into the car park and skidded to a halt in front of you both. The driver door opened and a muscly, dark haired man got out. He began walking towards Boyd with purpose. You grabbed hold of Boyd's sleeve on instinct, slightly intimidated by the unknown man. The passenger door and one of the back doors of the car then opened and to your surprise Erica, followed by Isaac got out of the car and stood beside the dark haired man.

You couldn’t help but stare at Isaac, but after glancing in your direction once, he didn’t even look at you again. Erica, however, was smirking at you. Her full focus drawn in your direction. You glared back at her, not wanting her to think she managed to get under your skin. After a moment, you turned your attention back to the mysterious male.

He walked forward slowly “Hi Boyd, my name is Derek Hale. Is it okay if we can talk? Isaac here has told me all about you.” He gestures towards Isaac and smiles at Boyd.

You were surprised at Derek's words, why was Isaac talking to this man about Boyd?

“Erm... sure.” Boyd replies, before turning to me “Are you okay to wait here for a minute whilst we talk?”

You nod at him and look back towards Derek, who is finally acknowledging your presence “Actually, this may take a while. I can drop Boyd home, so you can go on ahead. We wouldn’t want you to stay out too late.” He smiles at you, clearly trying to be friendly. But for some unknown reason, it causes a tingle down your spine.

“I don’t mind waiting.” You say, not wanting to leave Boyd alone “I can just wait in the car if it's private-” You were about to continue when Isaac suddenly cut you off.

“Y/N. Just go home. This is none of your business.” He was so abrupt with you, that it caused a pain in your chest. He didn’t even bother to face you, but instead turned his head to the side away from you and crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Oh.. okay.” You say quietly and Erica lets out a laugh, but you decided to ignore her and instead turn to face Boyd “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t have to stay you know.”

He smiles down at you “I’m sure it will be fine. I will just hear what they have to say.”

You smile back at him and let go of his sleeve “Okay then, but text me when you’re home?” He nods in response and you turn back towards your car. You risk one last glance at Isaac and the others, but he refuses to look at you.

“It was nice to meet you Y/N.” Derek calls after you and you smile back at him.

“Don’t worry we won’t keep your boyfriend long!” Erica calls after you, but you carry on walking to your car. Not caring enough to respond.

You received a text from Boyd an hour later, saying he had gotten home safe. You sighed in relief, and finally allow yourself to drift off to sleep.

You had planned to ask Boyd about what had happened at school the next day, but he never showed. You dropped him a text during first period in case he was just running late, but he didn’t respond.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that you’ll get wrinkles.”

You jumped at the sudden voice beside you and glance down to see Isaac with his head on the desk, facing towards you. He had been sleeping through most of the class, so you were surprised to hear him speak.

You let out a sigh and face the board, ignoring Isaac.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” Isaac sat up suddenly, but you continued with your work.

He let out a light chuckle “You know it’s rude to ignore people...”

You quickly cut him off “If you know it’s rude to ignore people, then why did you ignore me last night?” You instantly cursed yourself for responding. He was clearly looking for a reaction and you had given him one.

He smiled darkly at you “Is that what you’re mad about? If you want me to give you attention, all you have to do is ask.” He places his hand under the desk and reaches over to put his hand on your knee.

You are frozen in place. He edges towards you, his hand slowly moving up your thigh. Your heart began to beat out of control. A range of emotions washed over you. Panic. Pleasure. Anger. Lust. You finally got your thoughts into place, just before he reached a certain private spot. You reached under the table and grabbed his hand and thrust it away from you with as much force as you could muster.

You then stood up abruptly and smacked Isaac hard across the face. The sound echoed throughout the whole class room and everyone turned to face you in shock.

Mr Harris rounded on you in an instant “Miss Y/L/N! Make your way to the headteachers office this instant!” You were about to argue, when you were cut off “And Mr Lahey, you will come see me after class. Now go.”

You picked up your stuff off of the desk and threw it into your bag, before glaring down at Isaac, who was still sitting there stunned. You then stormed out of the classroom, not bothering to look back. 

Luckily you weren’t in trouble with the headteacher, after explaining what had happened. And even more surprisingly, you found yourself defending Isaac so he wouldn’t get expelled. His punishment would be a week of detention instead.

After skipping your next class, you decided to study on the bleachers. The weather was nice, and you thought a Vitamin D boost would help. You had managed to get most of your homework done and you were glad to keep yourself distracted. Your mind had been whirling with thoughts of Isaac and also worry for your friend Boyd, who had yet to text you back.

You decided to try calling Boyd, but it went straight to answer phone. You let out a heavy sigh and looked out across the field. A group of boys began sprinting across the field in their jerseys. You had completely forgotten that today they had practice for Lacrosse. Which meant the whole team, including Isaac, would be on the field. You began to pack up your homework, not wanting to bump into him, but someone called out to you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey Y/N!” You were glad to see Scott and Isaac coming towards you. “We heard about what happened in class, are you okay?!” Stiles asked, looking genuinely concerned.

You smiled at him, glad that you had good friends you could rely on “Yeah, I’m fine. Just an issue involving a certain someone getting a little handsy.” You nodded towards Isaac who had just made his way onto the field and was clearly trying his hardest not to look in your direction.

This time Scott spoke up “Wait, he put his hands on you?!” He was beginning to look mad and you smiled at him, trying to show him that you were okay.

“I’m fine, he only touched my leg. I stopped him before he could do anything worse.” You let out a sigh “Anyway, you guys have practice, so I’m going to go. Good luck to you both!” You patted them both on the shoulders and went to stand up.

Suddenly there were police officers on the field, being led by Stiles’s dad, the Sheriff. “I wonder what’s going on?” You say out loud.

“I don’t know.” Stiles admits.

You watched from the bleachers as Stiles’ dad approached Isaac. Suddenly Isaac was being escorted away, a shocked look on his face.

“Why are they taking Isaac?” You ask, slightly panicked.

“Because his dad was murdered.” Scott answers “And they think he’s a suspect.”

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Conquest Part 3

Peter Pan fanfiction 

Peter Pan x Reader

Peter was dead to you. 

Or at least that’s what you had been telling yourself over and over on your walk back home. You stormed into your house, heading straight to your bedroom, to your safe space. 

You flung yourself onto the bed, relieved that your parents were not yet home. You lay on your stomach, your head engulfed in your pillow and began to scream. 

You wanted to release all of the built up anger and tension that had consumed you for years. All of your feelings toward Peter to be thrust from your body with that single exhale of breath. 

You wanted to rid yourself of your feelings, no longer wanting to endure the pain and embarrassment Peter still managed to hold over you after all this time. 

You rolled onto your back. Trying to manipulate your mind into thinking positively. Yes, you used to like Peter. Yes, you were still physically attracted to him. But that was all. You hadn’t felt any other feelings towards him throughout the past four years except anger and disgust. He hadn’t gotten to you, you had it lucky compared to all of those other girls. You had come out unscathed. Or so you kept telling yourself. 

Memories began flooding into your mind. Unable to stop them, you were forced to re-live every moment Peter had unintentionally made your heart skip a beat. Ever since you had told yourself the same thing four years ago, that he was dead to you, up until earlier this evening, when you had found yourself helplessly drawn to him.

You flung yourself off of the bed and began to pace around your room. Had you really been lying to yourself for four years?! You had sworn you hated him and now you were thinking about how much you were attracted to him. The real him.

That’s what shocked you the most. All of Peters past conquests were attracted to the fake persona he had constructed. He only allowed them to see what he wanted them to see. But you were different. You knew the real Peter. You were probably the only person alive who knew about his true personality, as well as all of his fake ones. And yet, you still found yourself longing for him. 

When he entered a room, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. When he let out a smile, whether it was real or fake, your stomach would instantly flutter. And when he flirted with other girls, your throat would tighten and your stomach would drop. You told yourself this was because you felt bad for the innocent girls who fell victim to his charms. But this wasn't true. The real reason why your heart would clench, as he pursued his next conquest, was because he was never pursuing you. 

Even though four years ago you had sworn you would move on and keep him out of your life for good. It only took one small, insignificant moment of him speaking to you, and suddenly you were constructing a plan to make him aware of you. Dressing up and talking to boys. Wearing your most revealing outfits. Dressing up in his favourite colour. It was all for him. Everything you did was always for him. And what made it worse, he probably knew it.

All this time, you had been secretly wishing for him to approach you. For him to chose you to be his next conquest. And now that it had happened, you wanted nothing more than to wish it hadn’t. You wished he would continue to ignore you, as he had been doing for years. Because, although watching him approach other girls was painful and would slowly tear away at you heart. That small moment you had shared earlier that evening, when you had genuinely thought he had liked you back, but it had turned out to all be a lie. Another one of his sadistic games. It had finally taken its toll. Your heart felt as though it had been torn in half with no chance of repair. 

You lay back on your bed. Exhaustion beginning to consume you. Tears began filling your eyes, threatening to escape and for once, you let them. Too tired to try and stop them, you allowed them to flow freely down your cheeks. You closed your eyes, wanting nothing more than to be free of the pain in your chest. You allowed the darkness to consume you, praying for a relaxing sleep you would never wake from. 

You had cried yourself to sleep all weekend. Your best friend had come over Saturday night in attempts to cheer you up, but nothing seemed to work. You felt as if you would never recover. You were almost planning on not attending school, similar to what had happened after Peters birthday party four years ago, but you had to stay strong. You had to stop letting Peter Pan control your life. 

You didn’t worry about dressing up for school. You weren’t going to try and flaunt yourself in attempts to make Peter jealous and regret what he was missing. You just wanted to focus on yourself. No longer would you revolve yourself around Peter. You were the only person who could make yourself happy and you were determined to finally move on. 

Your friend was already waiting for you by your locker. You were glad to see her, wanting to apologise for your attitude on the weekend. 

“Don’t be silly Y/N! You don’t have to apologise. I’m here for you no matter what.” Your friend says, pulling you into a tight, supportive hug. “I’m actually surprised to see you actually. I wasn’t expecting you to come into school today.” 

“It seems you aren’t the only one.” You say, looking over her shoulder. 

Your friend pulls out of the hug, confused. She follows your eye line and stops when she sees Peter. He was leaning against his locker, watching you. A slight shocked look in his eyes. 

You turn away from him. Your heart beating out of control. You cursed at yourself, annoyed that he still had such an impact over you. 

“Are you okay?” Your friend questions. 

“I’m fine. I knew what he was like from the beginning. It’s no ones fault but my own for being drawn under his spell.” You shove your books into your locker. 

“You can’t really think that Y/N.” Your friend places her hand on your shoulder “You can’t choose who you like and you can’t take the blame for his devilish behaviour. He’s the one in the wrong here, not you.” She attempts to comfort you, so you smile up at her in thanks. 

You spend the next few days avoiding Peter and putting all of your focus onto your studies. For the first time in a while, you were glad to have a shift at work. It was easier to keep your mind from wandering to thoughts about Peter if you kept yourself busy. 

What you didn’t consider however, was the fact that Granny’s diner was Peters prime location for targeting his next victims. So when he walked in and scouted out the area. His green eyes darting around the room, before landing on you. You were completely frozen in place. 

He was beginning to approach you, a determined look on his face. Before you spun around and headed into the kitchen in the back. Granted hiding probably wasn’t the greatest move, but it seemed like the best option at the time. 

You asked Ruby if she could cover your tables for a while, not wanting to risk bumping into Peter, or worse having to serve him. You decided to head out the back and get some fresh air for a while. Needing a moment to settle your aching heart. 

You lent against the cool brick wall. You closed your eyes and took in some deep breaths. You welcomed the frosty evening, taking comfort in its soothing ice cold touch. 

When your heart had finally began to settle, you opened your eyes. You once again found your heart begin to beat out of control, as you were greeted by a pair of hypnotic green eyes. 

“Y/N. Please can we talk?” Peter pleaded. 

You couldn’t believe he had cornered you at work.

You turned and began making your way back to the door to the diner, when suddenly you feels Peters strong grip on your arm, preventing you from leaving.  “Please Y/N, hear me out.” He begs. 

“I have nothing to say to you and there’s nothing you can say to me that will make me forgive you.” You respond, not wanting to hear any of Peter’s excuses or attempts at proving he can get any girl he wants. 

“I don’t want your forgiveness Y/N.” Peter whispers “I know I’m way past that.”

“Then there’s nothing to say. Just let me go, I have to get back to work.” You shrug out of his grip and continue to walk to the door. 

Before you can get there however, you are suddenly pushed gently against the wall. Peter hovers in front of you, both hands against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. You tried to get free, but there was no where for you to go.

“Please Y/N. I can’t let you go again like I did all those years ago. I just need you to hear me out.” He pleads, desperation in his eyes. From this angle you could have sworn he had been crying. 

The sight of him before you, so desperately trying to get you to listen, involuntarily causes you to soften up and you stop trying to escape his grip. 

“Tell me what you have to say, and then leave me alone. For good.” 

Peter lets out a sigh. “I will. I promise.” 

You both stand there for a moment, simply looking into each others eyes. You cursed the heavy beating of your heart, worried Peter could hear it and know that he still had such an effect on you. Suddenly worried, you decided to fill the silence “Can you get on with it?” 

Pan looks away suddenly, biting his lip slightly. 

“Pan?” You question. 

He lets out a low groan, “Don’t rush me Y/N. I don’t really know where to start.” He admits, regaining eye contact.

“You probably should have thought about that before you stalked me all the way to my work.” You spat, annoyed that he was clearly doing this on a whim. He was probably deciding which fake persona to work with. 

“Seriously Pan, I have to get back to work...” Your sentence was cut short with the sudden force of Peters lips against your own. Your body went into override and you found yourself melting into the kiss. It wasn’t soft and romantic like you had dreamed your first kiss would be. It was more clumsy and desperate, filled with all the emotions you had felt over the past few years mixing into one. Your body was on fire, your rage merged with lust, taking complete control. You grabbed at Peters hair, pulling him closer to you, needing to feel his body against your own. His hard chest pressed firmly against yours, you could feel both of your hearts beating in time, out of control. He grinds himself against you, desperate to feel all of you against him.  You let out a moan, your pleasure blinding you, preventing you to see sense. You couldn’t think about anything except Peter. You were completely oblivious to the outside world. 

That was until you heard the slow claps, the sound vibrating down the vacant alley.

Peter reluctantly pulls out of the kiss, staring deep into your eyes in awe, before peering out to locate the source of the sound. You follow his eye line and see his right hand man Felix standing at the end of the street, watching you both with his eyebrows raised, an amused look on his face. 

You look towards Peter curiously and you see his face change to a look of panic, followed by anger, or was it annoyance? 

“Wow Pan. You actually managed to do it.” Felix laughs “You actually managed to pull Y/N down off her high horse.” 

“Back off Felix.” Pan threatens, a malicious glare in his eye. 

“I guess I owe you.” Felix continues. “What was it we agreed on again? 5 bucks?” He takes the crumpled note out of his wallet and holds it out to Peter. 

Peter stays in position, simply glaring daggers at Felix. 

Felix notices and lets out another laugh “Sorry mate, were you not finished with her? I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t expect you to go the full way just for a bet” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You cursed yourself for fooling for it again! After everything you were still somehow shocked by Peters behaviour. You really were to blame. How could you allow yourself to continue making the same mistake over and over again? You really were blinded by your love for Peter and you knew if it continued it would be the end of you.

Peter looked down at you desperately, stumbling over what to say. 

You let out a sigh. Slowly stepping out of Peters personal space “I hope it was worth it.” You say, wiping at your lips with your sleeve, wanting to remove the tingling feeling that was left from the kiss. 

You look up to the sky and laugh, finally reaching breaking point. You stay like that for a moment. Taking in the night sky, wishing you could live amongst the stars, far away from Peter Pan. 

You let out another laugh before facing Peter “Well, enjoy your five bucks. I hope you buy something nice for yourself. How about a new personality?” You suggest, before turning around and heading back inside, forcing back the tears that were threatening to escape. 

You woke up with a start in the night. You could have sworn you’d heard a sound coming from your window. You peered around in panic, before realising you were probably dreaming. You closed your eyes and began to dream. Peter was in your bedroom. He had climbed in through your window and was seated on the edge of your bed, nudging you slightly to wake you up. You smiled up at him, taking in his ruffled bed head and slightly swollen eyes. “You’ve been crying?” You mumble, sleepily. “Why have you been crying? I should be the one crying.” You continue in your sleepy state “You really hurt me Peter. I open myself up to you and you crush my heart in your hands every time.”  

“I know Y/N and I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just don’t know how to handle these feelings I have for you.” He admits, finally wanting to open up to you fully. 

You reach out for his hand,intertwining your fingers with his “Come sleep with me?” You ask, which causes him to blush. “Not like that.” You giggle, “I just want you to hold me.”

Peter lets out an awkward cough “Oh, right. Okay then.” He takes off his shoes, as you shuffle along the bed, making room for him to lie next to you. 

Peter looks over at you, waiting for permission to get in, in case you had suddenly changed your mind. You let out a small giggle, before opening up the duvet, offering him access. He awkwardly shuffles in next to you, lying on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling. 

You move closer to him, and stare up at him in wonder. “I thought I said I wanted you to hold me?” 

He laughs at your demanding attitude “As long as you want me to, I will.” He wraps you up in his tight embrace. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his increasing heartbeat. 

“I enjoyed our kiss earlier.” You blurt out. “It wasn’t what I expected my first kiss to be like, but I still liked it... before it was ruined. I just wish I could have been your first too.” You admit. 

Peters body stiffens at your words. It was time to reveal the truth “You were my first kiss Y/N, he whispers.” 

You look up at him questioningly “That’s not true, your first kiss was Wendy remember? And I’m pretty sure you’ve kissed a hell of a lot more girls after her too.” 

Pan let’s out a sigh “Actually you were. Remember the day we first met? Our parents forced us to play in the garden together and you got mad at me because I accidentally pushed you over and ruined your new dress?”

You nodded, remembering the first time Peter had made you cry. 

“Well after you had finished crying behind the big Oak tree, you fell asleep. I found you there, leaning against the tree. You looked so pretty and I couldn’t help myself. It was only a small kiss, but I have liked you ever since.” Peter lets out a small laugh “I just thought you didn’t like me back, which is why I was always so mean to you. I couldn’t stand having feelings that weren’t returned and I guess I took it out on you.”

You stare at Peter for a while, looking deeply into his eyes, before reaching up and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “You know, you’re always so much nicer in my dreams. Even after everything that has happened between us, I still can’t help but dream about you.”

You close your eyes, darkness slowly beginning to take you. You were about to drift off when you hear Peters voice faintly in the background.

“But this isn’t a dream Y/N.”

You woke up the next morning feeling weirdly refreshed. You knew you had a good dream, but the details were still hazy. You stretched and rolled over, bumping straight into something, or rather someone. You opened your eyes with a start, panic filling you. You were greeted with the sight of Peter, his chest slowly rising in and out as he slept. He looked so peaceful. You lay there for a moment, taking in his sleeping form. It was a welcome change from watching his usual devilish smirk and listening to his snide remarks. You felt like you could stay like that forever. That was until you remembered what had gone down between you both yesterday, and now he was suddenly sleeping in your bed like he belonged there?

You pushed against him, taking your anger from last night out on him. He fell heavily to the floor, letting out a groan as he hits the wood.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed Peter!” You confront him.

He lifts himself up onto his elbows and looks up at you, his eyes still half closed from his sleep “I was kind of hoping to be woken up by a good morning kiss, but I guess I was mistaken.”

You glare down at him “What the hell gave you that impression?! As far as you’re concerned, our lips will never touch again. Now answer my question, what are you doing in my bed?”

Peter runs a hand through his hair, clearly feeling uncomfortable “You invited me, remember?”

“Why would I invite you into my...” your sentence stops short as you remember your dream from last night “That wasn’t a dream was it? Everything that we spoke about was real?” You question.

Peter nods slowly in agreement.

“I was really your first kiss?” You didn’t mean for that to be on the forefront of your mind, but it just seemed so surreal.

Peter looks away embarrassed “Yeah, that’s right.” He admits “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner... I guess I just never got the chance.”

You lean back against your bed. A number of emotions passing over you. Could Peter really be telling the truth. You had already been deceived by him on numerous occasions. But looking over at him now, he seemed so genuine and after the kiss you shared last night, there was no denying your connection to one another.  

“How can I trust you Peter?” You sigh. “How am I supposed to know whether anything you say is real or not?” You ask, defeated. 

Peter climbs up onto the bed beside you, taking your hand in his “You’ll just have to trust me.”

Tears begin to form in your eyes “I want to trust you Peter... but I can’t. I can’t allow myself to.” 

Peter pulls you into his arms, running his hands through your hair “If only I could show you Y/N. If only you could see how much I care for you. You’re on my mind 24/7. You have been ever since the day we met. All those other girls, they were simply distractions. I tried everything I could to rid myself of these feelings, but now I know it’s hopeless. After sharing another kiss with you, I knew I could no longer try to push my feelings away, but rather embrace them. I love you Y/N!”

Peter finishes his confession suddenly and peers down at you, a worried look on his face. Clearly he was waiting for you to reply, but you were too overcome with shock that you couldn’t seem to form words. 

Peter lets out a small sigh, before finally releasing you from his grasp. He began to get up off of the bed, taking your silence as a way of rejecting him.However, before he could leave, you surprised yourself by reaching out and grabbing hold of his hand. 

You squeezed his hand gently, pleading for him to turn around. He eventually turns slightly to face you, his eyes sparking with tears. 

“I love you too Peter. I always have and I always will.” You pull on his hand, dragging him down towards you. Your grip was a lot stronger than expected, and suddenly he was laying on the bed on top of you. Your noses brushed upon impact and you could sense his lips merely millimetres from your own. 

You were about to apologise for dragging Peter down, but before the words could even leave your mouth, Peters lips crashed against yours. The same intoxicating pleasure you felt from the night before consumed your body and you soon found yourself begging for more of Peter’s touch. His name escaped your lips in a euphoric sigh, which caused Peter to moan huskily. 

You could almost see the heavy cloud of tension in the air between the two of you, filled with a variety of emotions. Pleasure. Anger. Lust. But mainly love. 

Your hands began to explore Peters body, wanting to get to know the only part of Peter you had yet to experience and you could tell he felt the same. There was a dark hunger in his eyes, threatening to consume you. And this time you opened yourself up to it. 

After battling with your feelings towards Peter for years, you finally gave into them. Heart, body and soul. 

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Hey this is not a request I just wanted to say that I loved the Peter Pan fic- Regret. Absolutely loved it and enjoyed reading it as well!!

Omg thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it, thank you for the support 🙏🏽

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Regret

Peter Pan fanfiction

Peter Pan x Reader

Request : @slimpickenswritings  Can you do one for Peter Pan (OUAT) in which the reader is dating him and after they get into a huge argument. He scares her off and after a while, he notices her absence and goes to look for her. When he finds her, he finds her laying on the beach critically injured and on the verge of death as she got shot with an arrow. After he heals her, he takes her back to camp and in the end, he takes care of her and is overprotective. The only thing he’s scared of is of losing her and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

You were tired of Peters games. You understood that they were a part of Peters devilish charm and the older lost boys enjoyed them. Heck when you first came to this island 2 years ago, you enjoyed them. But for the younger boys, not so much. When they first arrive at the island, they are confused and scared. They enjoy the sense of freedom, running through the trees, with no parents to tell them what to do. Except, they feel a little less free and at home, when they are forced to run through the trees weaponless, being chased  by the older lost boys. 

“It’s a part of the initiation!” Peter argues “It improves moral, as well as preparing them for life on island. It’s not always going to be sunshine and rainbows. They still need to learn how to fight. What happens when Hook and the rest of his lowly pirates inevitably attack?” He continues to defend himself. 

You let out a loud sigh, you had been going over this for hours now “I understand needing to teach them to defend themselves, but there are better ways! This is hardly teaching, it’s more like throwing them in the deep end with no flotation supports.” 

Peter paces back and forth in his tree house “You don’t get it Y/N. This is how I've taught all my boys. This is how I was taught! I was completely alone on this island when the pirates first attacked and I got through, on my own! And I came out stronger for it. You came out stronger for it.” He tries to persuade you, getting you to remember about your amazing first night on the island, when you had first met Peter and fallen in love with him. But what he doesn’t remember however, is the utter terror that had consumed you, as you made your way blindly through the forest, with no weapon or way to protect yourself from the onslaught of pirates. 

“I may have came out stronger Peter, but you’re forgetting one important thing. They don’t all have you by their side... If you had never shown up that night I arrived on the island, I would be dead.” You argue. 

Peter glances in your direction, hating how worried you looked for the boys. He throws his hands up in the air in frustration, annoyed that you had a genuine argument and he had run out of counter points “The boys don’t need me. They can take care of themselves, they’re not girls after all...” He trails off, not wanting to anger you further and continue this argument into all hours of the night. 

You glare up at Peter, furious at him for insinuating that the fact you couldn’t take care of yourself was because you were a girl, and not the fact that you had woken up in a seemingly deserted island and were chased down by a band of ragged pirates. 

You were about to unleash your wrath on Peter, but instead shook your head in disbelief. Angered with Peter beyond the point of talking, you brushed past him and made your way down the ladder of his tree house. 

You ignored his calls after you and made your way into the forest. Wanting nothing more than to get away from Peter and to clear your head. You were halfway to the mermaid pool (your favourite spot in Neverland) when you realised you had failed to pick up both your bow and arrows and your dagger. You cursed into the night. It was never safe to travel through the forest at night without a weapon, but you had done it before after all. You began thinking about your first night on the island and how close that pirate was to cutting your throat, before Peter flew down from the trees and protected you. 

You kicked at the dirt on the ground in annoyance. You knew that you needed saving that night, but it wasn’t because you were a girl. It was because you were unprepared. As soon as you had your bow in your hands you were like a new person. There was no target that would go amiss, no pirate that would leave your sight uninjured or alive. 

After going through so much to prove yourself as the only girl on the island to the lost boys and Pan, you would think he would at least show you an ounce of respect. But I guess all he saw you as was a weak little girl. 

You exited the forest and headed out into the clearing, the mermaid pool in site. You were hoping to let off some steam to your mermaid friends, but as you rounded the corner, you bumped into something completely unexpected. A gang of pirates, holding a few of the younger lost boys hostage. 

You once again cursed yourself for forgetting your weapons, but there was no time to turn back. You had to act now, or the lost boys wouldn’t stand a chance. 

You stealthily moved along the outskirts of the trees, ducking and diving out of sight of the pirates. You made your way along, until you were close enough to the boys. You crept over to them and signaled for them to be silent, once they had caught sight of you. You began untying their hands and whispered the plan to them “I’m going to cause a distraction. As soon as the time is right and the pirates are distracted, you all make a run for it.” 

The boys nod in understanding “Make sure you go in pairs, but do not stay as a group, it will make it easier for them to track and find you. Get back to the camp and call for Pans help asap.” You finished untying all of the boys hands “Okay, now time for the distraction.” 

You made your way back through the trees, to the opposite end of the clearing, before walking out into the open and revealing your position “Hiya fellas!” You called out “Looking for some fun?” 

You let out a laugh, as the leader of the gang began sending orders for some of the pirates to go after you. You dodged their attacks easily “You’re going to have to do better than that.” You tease, a mocking grin on your face. 

The leader orders the remainder of the pirates to go after you, and that’s when you began to run. You knew the boys would be able to escape without the pirates staying guard, putting your plan into motion. The only issue was, you now had at least 15 enraged pirates on your tail and no weapon to fight them off with. At least you had one advantage over them, no one knew the forest better than you or Peter. He had taken you on adventures through every part of it and it had quickly become your home. 

You managed to lose the majority of the pirates amongst the trees, there was now only two or three on your tail. 

You were on the edge of the beach, not too far from the camp. You were so close to victory, when it suddenly hit you. A white hot, searing pain travelled through your back and burst from your chest. 

You looked down to see a wooden arrow torn through you, encased in blood. Fueled on adrenaline, you continue to run. Winding in and out of the trees, until you could no longer hear footsteps chasing behind you. 

You made your way onto the beach and collapsed on the warm white sand. You lay on your side, the feeling of the arrow inside you becoming more and more excruciating. You were unable to call out for help. Worried the pirates would hear you and put an end to your suffering. 

You stared out at the ocean, trying to take comfort in it’s beauty. The effect of the stars mirrored on the wavy surface looked like magic. You smiled. Suddenly thinking of Peter and the magic he had shown you and made you feel. His face was the last thing you pictured before darkness consumed you. 

Peters POV: 

Y/N stormed past you and began to descend the ladders of your tree house “Y/N please come back. Let’s talk about this!” You called uselessly after her. She didn’t even bother to acknowledge your calls. This pissed you off. You punched angrily at the wooden walls. You hated how much effect she held over you. You used to be the great Peter Pan, who everyone on the island looked up to, as much as they feared. But, ever since Y/N had come along, you had felt your heart begin to soften and although you loved her warm smile and the feeling of her wrapped tightly in your arms. You hated how the lost boys views of you changed. Thinking you were secretly a softy. That’s why you had to continue your tradition of sending the new comers into the forest alone, with nothing to protect themselves. Otherwise the lost boys traitorous thoughts would be true... you would have lost your edge. 

You paced the room, your mind whirling out of control. You couldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t allow your love for Y/N to taint your reputation. It was your unforgiving demeanor that enabled you to become King of the Island after all. 

You lay on the bed, certain on your decision to continue the initiations. The initiations that were happening right this very minute. 

You sat up with a start, suddenly worried about Y/N. Knowing her, she was on the way to the mermaid pool. You grew concerned about her being injured in the cross fire, until you remembered her remarkable archery and dagger skills. 

You smiled to yourself. You really had picked yourself one hell of a woman. You knew she could handle herself out there. Plus, if you went running after her, it would only prove to the lost boys that you had gone soft. In front of them you had to ignore the warming of your heart each time you caught a glimpse of Y/N. They could never find out just how much you really cared. 

Some time past and you lay awake on your bed, blowing your pan flute softly, surrounding yourself with its sweet melody. That was until you heard the shouts. You could hear some of the younger lost boys calling your name, clearly in an exhausted panic. You smiled darkly, glad that they had completed their initiation, as well as enjoying the sound of shear terror in their voices. Your mission had succeeded. 

You casually made your way out onto the balcony of your tree house “Well well.” You call down to the boys, leaning casually against the tree “It seems like we have our first batch of new recruits.” You expected cheers, therefore were caught off guard when none of them even cracked a smile. You rolled your eyes at their reaction “What is it? What’s wrong?” You ask, boredom clear in your voice. 

The boys all looked at each other, none of them sure how to begin. You let out a long sigh and lent forward, placing both of your hands on the edge of the balcony “You there!” You shout, a growing anger evident in your voice. You sent daggers to the eldest looking boy at the front of the group. He let out a slight yelp in fear, causing you to ease up slightly. Glad you were still able to inflict fear with a simple look “Tell me what it is you disturbed me for. You sounded so desperate a while ago, clearly it must be oh so important?” You mock, not expecting what came next. 

“I-it’s Y/N.” The boy stutters “We were captured by pirates and she helped us escape. It didn’t look like she had any weapons on her. The whole band of pirates chased after her into the forest. It looked like she was heading to the beach.” He finishes. 

You went straight into defense mode. You grabbed your knife and teleported across the island to the beach. You didn’t have to look far, before you saw a figure curled up on the sand. 

You approached cautiously, not definitive that the person you were seeing was Y/N. As soon as you saw her Y/C/H hair however, laid out messily across the sand, you sprinted over. Terrified of what you might find. 

It was almost worse than you imagined. An arrow was skewered through her back and out of her chest. The sand surrounding her still body was encased in blood, soaking it up. It almost seemed like the sand was swallowing up the red liquid, as if hungry for more of a taste. 

You looked down at her ghostly white face, appearing scarily pale in the light of the moon.You had to force yourself to fight back the tears that were threatening to escape. Her eyes were closed shut and a wave of terror passed over you at the thought that she could possibly be dead. Or if not yet, by the looks of things,  very soon. 

You were on the verge of breaking down with guilt. It was your fault this had happened to her. If you hadn’t been so proud, or so scared of these new emotions.. positive, happy thoughts and emotions, then this never would have happened. 

You went back to examining the wound. It would’ve been easy enough to heal, if only it wasn’t so close to her heart. You had to act quickly. Hating how much further pain you were about to cause Y/N. You took in a deep breath and gritted your teeth, before grabbing the dagger out of its holster and with a clean swipe, you cut the head of the arrow clean off. You didn’t hesitate, ignoring the sudden gasp of breath that came from Y/N. You pulled the arrow out of her back and covered the wounds with your hands. 

You began to use your magic to heal her. Realising, as you were performing the spell, that she was only a few seconds away from death. Y/N writhed in agony the whole time, her piercing screams echoing in the silent night only enhanced the sound. It was as if she was broadcasting to the whole island the pain and torment you had caused her. Soon enough all of the lost boys would be aware of what you did. Soon the whole island would know about your mistake. 

As soon as the wound had closed, you pulled Y/N into your arms. Needing to feel her heart beating against your own. You stroked her hair, urging her to fully awaken, so you could be sure she was okay. 

After a few moments of you whispering into her ear, begging for her to return to you, her eyes fluttered open. You looked at each other, both of you unsure what to say. You realised it was probably up to you to break the silence. You began your apology, wanting her to know how sorry you were and how much you cared. But as you began to ramble, you feel her press her cold finger to your lips. Silencing you. 

Her hand then moved across your face and strokes at your cheeks, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall without your knowledge. You couldn’t help but jump slightly in shock. It had been years since you had cried. You had almost thought you were no longer able to feel such emotions. 

You could sense movement from the trees, and you knew that the lost boys had followed the sound of Y/N’s screams and were now watching you two together. You wondered what they must think of the sight before them. Witnessing you holding her so gently in your arms, weeping at the thought of losing the one you love. And that’s when you finally came to terms with it. You didn’t care if they thought you had grown soft and were no longer their leader. All you cared about in this moment., all you should have been caring about all this time... was Y/N. 

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Can you do one for Peter Pan (OUAT) in which the reader is dating him and after they get into a huge argument. He scares her off and after a while, he notices her absence and goes to look for her. When he finds her, he finds her laying on the beach critically injured and on the verge of death as she got shot with an arrow. After he heals her, he takes her back to camp and in the end, he takes care of her and is overprotective. The only thing he’s scared of is of losing her and he wasn’t going to

No problem! I will start working on this today. I should hopefully get it finished within the next few days :)

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Are you still open for requests?

Hey yes I am! It might take a little longer to post, because I usually try and write on my lunch break at work 😅 But let me know your request and I’ll be happy to write it for you ☺️

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Conquest Part 2

Peter Pan x Reader fanfiction

You devised your plan all week. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You had taken quite a few notes out of Peters book, deciding once and for all that it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. 

Over the next few days, you began dressing up slightly more than usual. You didn’t opt for a full blown makeover like your best friends had suggested.  Instead, you simply opted for wearing more flimsy tops or wore skirts in place of jeans. You also began wearing a slight bit more makeup, just enough so that people would notice there was a change, but not being able to pinpoint it exactly. 

You also took the time to talk to quite a few more boys when Peter was around. You didn’t lead them on of course. You weren’t heartless like Peter, it was purely friendly banter between you. But Peter didn’t need to know that. All Peter needed to witness, was you laughing with various boys, whilst also ignoring him. 

You could feel his eyes on you all week, staring daggers into your soul. You embraced the change. For once it wasn’t you watching him make his moves on a number of girls. 

Your plan was to keep Peter at a distance, before coming in full force, the same way he had done with you. Which is why, after school on Friday, you had gotten home, dressed up in a slightly revealing outfit and headed over to Peters house. 

You had found out from your parents, that they were going out for the evening with Peters parents. Meaning he was left home alone for the evening, setting up the perfect time to strike. 

As you walked towards his home however, you were beginning to feel slightly nervous with your plan and even started to consider backing out. That was until the front door to Peters home suddenly flung open and his father rushed out, dressed up in a fancy suit and tie. “Oh Y/N!” He exclaimed “I’m just on the way to the restaurant to meet up with the rest of the group, I was kept back late at work. Are you here to see Peter?” He questions. 

“T-that’s right.” You stutter, not expecting to bump into anyone on your way to Peters “I’m here to drop off some notes from school.” You lie. 

“Oh, well, here.” He holds the door open for you, allowing you access into his home. “Peter is in his bedroom, I’m sure you still remember where it is?” 

You smile up at him in thanks “Of course! Thank you, have a great night!” You wave goodbye from the door way, as Peters father gets into his car and drives away. 

You watch him drive around the corner and ensure he is definitely gone, before you pull yourself together and continue with your plan. You tiptoe upstairs and make your way along the hallway to Peters room. His door is closed, so you knock gently, not wanting to walk in on anything private. 

The thought of him spending some alone time with another girl suddenly crosses your mind and you can’t help but begin to panic. You were on the verge of turning tail to run, when you hear Peter climbing off his bed and making his way over to the door. “Dad? I thought you had left already?...” Peter opens the door and looks out confused, before tilting his head downwards to see you standing before him. He stares down at you for a moment, clearly confused “Err...Y/N? What are you doing here?” He questions. 

You brush past him confidently “Well... Our parents are out tonight, so I thought maybe we could keep each other company... Unless you’re expecting someone else to arrive that is?”  You turn to face him and look up at him suggestively. 

He lets out a small chuckle “No, I’m not expecting anyone. And I guess we can hang out for a bit.” 

You smirk “Well that’s great. I thought I would take you up on your offer of seeing your bedroom.” You look around with interest “I have to say it’s a lot different than I imagined.” You admit. 

He leans against the door “You were dreaming about my bedroom hmm? If you were so interested you should have come around unannounced before.” 

You let out a scoff, which causes him to laugh darkly “So, how did you picture my room looking in that pretty little head of yours?” He questions, slowly edging towards you. 

Your turn your back on him, pretending to look around some more, not wanting him to see the blush creeping on your cheeks at the mention of the word pretty. “Well... I... I guess I was expecting chains and torture devices.” You admit, once again causing him to chuckle “But it’s actually quite nice.” You continue “I can see why you bring so many girls back here.” You turn back around to face him, once again beginning to feel more confident. 

He laughs at your statement “Actually love, I think you’ll find you’re the only girl to have entered my room... apart from my mother of course.” 

Your are taken back slightly by his comment and you can tell he noticed you falter. You gather yourself and continue with your little game, determined to win against Peter.”Well, I have to say I’m honored.” You glance towards his bed “Is it okay if I sit?” You ask with a slight seductive tone. 

Peter lets out a small cough “Err yeah sure, of course.” 

You make yourself comfortable on his bed, the same way he had done on yours “I hope tonight doesn’t end in a pillow fight.” You joke.  

He smirks down at you “Oh really, well how do you plan for it to end love? He questions suggestively. 

You were about to look away from his intense gaze, embarrassed by his flirting. But you were there on a mission and you intended to finish it. It took all your composure to hold his stare “I’m not sure... you tell me.” You notice him swallow hard, clearly not expecting you to play along. Now it was you turn to smirk. 

You had gotten to him. 

You stood up suddenly and walked closer towards him. “Is there anywhere for me to hang my coat?” You ask, breaking the intense silence that had formed between you. 

He once again stutters, surprised by the close contact “Y-yes, just on the back of my door.” He holds out his hand, offering to take your coat. 

You turn away from him and slowly slide your coat off of your shoulders, revealing your perfectly planned outfit. You could feel his gaze focused on you, almost sending shivers down your spine with its intensity. You were sporting tight black jeans and a low cut dark green top, which hung on your curves perfectly. You had always loved this top, but what made it even more perfect was the fact that it was Peters favourite colour. You had taken note long ago that if any girl was wearing this colour, he would automatically select her as his next conquest. 

You once again turned around to face him and hand over your coat innocently. You notice him trying his hardest not to look you up and down, eager to take in your ensemble. He hangs up your coat and you make yourself comfortable on his bed again. This time he makes his way over to the bed and sits beside you, looking anywhere but at you. You can’t help but smirk, feeling proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. “I thought we could watch a film.” You say, breaking the silence. 

Peter instantly jumps up “Sounds good, I’ll set it up.” He begins to mess around with the TV in his room, feeling relieved he had an excuse to not look in your direction. “Did you have anything in mind?” He calls over his shoulder. 

“It’s up to you.” You respond, expecting him to choose a standard film. 

You watch as he places a disk into the CD player and grabs the remote off TV stand. He makes his way back over to the bed and makes himself comfortable beside you. 

You grab your bag off the floor and pile some snacks onto the bed between you. 

“I see you came prepared.” He laughs. 

You smile over at him “I’d rather be safe than sorry.” You retort. You lean back against the wall, waiting for the opening title to appear so you can see what film Peter had decided to put on. Your smile faltered however, as soon as the opening credits began to play and you immediately regretted allowing Peter to decide on the film. He was well aware of your hatred of horror films. You had always been a big wimp and he knew it. Unless of course he had forgotten in the four years you hadn’t been friends. Instead of making a scene however, you decided to brave the film. Maybe it wouldn’t be as scary now you had gotten older. You were completely wrong. 

As soon as the first jump scare happened, you grabbed the nearest pillow and cowered behind it. Peter laughed darkly at your reaction. He was clearly loving watching you suffer. Everything was always a game to him. Just as you were about to confront him, another scary thing jumped out on the TV and you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal and press against Peter, just like you used to do as a child. 

The sudden contact brought up a flashback of watching scary films with Peter and how he would whisper in your ear to calm you down and take your mind off the film. Just as you remembered this, as if on cue, Peter lent down and whispered “After all these years, you still can’t handle horror films?” 

The warmth of his breath on your ear caused goosebumps to form across your body “So you did remember! If you knew I didn’t like horror films, why did you put one on?” You confront him. 

He lets out a light chuckle “I like to watch you squirm.” 

You look up at him in shock and find his eyes trained on you, darkening by the second. You feel yourself becoming drawn to him, edging towards him slowly, drowning in his seductive scent. 

You blink suddenly, composing yourself. You couldn’t believe you were even considering kissing Peter Pan. His charms were supposed to be useless against you. Not wanting to end up like the rest of the girls he uses for his entertainment, you try to change the subject “You always were mean to me growing up.” 

He raises his eyebrows “How was I mean to you?”

You couldn’t believe he was questioning that “Seriously? You always made me the brunt of your childish games!” 

He laughs mockingly “Oh really? Name one time I was mean to you.”  He challenges. 

“Only one? You’re making this too easy for me Pan.” A number of horrible memories begin to fill your mind, when you land on one of the most traumatic “Remember nibbles?” You ask. 

Peter rolls his eyes “Wasn’t that your annoying pet hamster?” 

You can feel the rage building inside you at his bored tone “Yes, that was my adorable pet hamster.” You correct. 

Peter lets out a long sigh. “What about him?”

“What about him?!”You begin to raise your voice “I loved that hamster and you knew it! You were jealous that your parents wouldn’t get you a pet hamster, so you tried to steal him by putting him in your pocket and he escaped! Lost forever! I can't blame him for trying to escape your evil clutches though, I can only hope he began his new life elsewhere... with a loving family.” You begin to ease off, suddenly saddened by the loss of your pet hamster. 

You were expecting Peter to feel a slight bit of remorse for his actions, so you were shocked by him suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny?” You scowl at him. 

His laughter begins to fade “Seriously Y/N? You can’t really think he has this other life somewhere else? He probably got eaten by a cat or got squashed under a car.” He states plainly, shrugging his shoulders. You were about to respond to his ignorant attitude, when he suddenly cuts you off by holding up his hand “Plus, you can’t exactly blame me for that. I was young and foolish and I thought if my parents saw how cute he was then they couldn’t refuse to get me one. I was planning on bringing him back, I didn’t think he would escape.” He admits. 

You take a deep breath, finding yourself not as mad as before, but still mad “Okay, but there are plenty of other times you were horrible to me. Why do you think I no longer wanted to be your friend?” You notice a sudden change in Peters cocky attitude. It almost looked like a flicker of guilt passed through him. 

“You’re talking about my birthday party right?” He asks and you were surprised that he knew what you were referring to. The whole reason why you and Peter were no longer friends. 

“You probably don’t remember this.” You begin, “But I had planned to give you a surprise present during the party. I wrote you a note to meet me in the closet at a certain time so that I could give you my gift. I decided to get there early, so that I would be ready, except when I got there...” Before you could finish, Peter interrupts you. 

“...I was in there with someone else.” 

You can’t help but look away from him, suddenly feeling the same rush of hurt and embarrassment that passed through you all those years ago. “Right. You were in there kissing Wendy.”

You stay silent for a moment, before continuing “It all seems so stupid and childish now, but at the time it really hurt. I know you didn’t know this and to this day, you still don’t know this... but, well... I was planning on us sharing our first kiss.” You suddenly feel a weight lift off of your chest. You had been holding onto that secret for so many years. Even your best friend didn’t know about your past feelings for Peter. 

You finally look up at Peter, no longer feeling worried or nervous to look him in the eyes. He was staring down at you, a soft expression on his face, which you had never seen before. 

“Y/N. There’s something I have to tell you about that night.” Peter lets out a sigh “I already saw the letter that you wrote me, before you left it for me to find. I was so excited to receive this surprise gift that I got to the closet early. It was dark in there and once I’d closed the door, someone began kissing me. I thought it was you so... well I kissed back. It wasn’t until the door flung open and I saw you standing there with tears in your eyes that I realised I was kissing Wendy and not you.” Peter reaches a hand out and gently strokes your face. “I tried to chase after you, but your mother wouldn’t let me in. She says you told her not to let me. I was planning on speaking to you at school but you didn’t show for the next few days, and when you finally did, you were different. You wouldn’t even let me get anywhere near you and I guess... I just kind of realised you would never forgive me.” 

You couldn’t believe how open Peter was being. A range of emotions passed over you, from confusion to guilt, to sadness and happiness. You couldn't believe Peter had also wanted to kiss you. Before you could respond to him, you phone began to buzz out of control. You apologised to Peter before quickly glancing at the texts your best friend was sending through to you. 

You were about to ignore her and get back to your heart to heart talk with Peter, when you read one of the texts ‘PETER IS PLAYING YOU! FELIX HEARD OUR CONVERSATION AT THE DINER LAST WEEK! HE WANTED TO PROVE HIS TRICKS WOULD WORK ON US! ‘

You could feel your stomach drop. The warm and fuzzy feelings that were beginning to build up towards Peter, instantly converted to ones of hatred and distrust. You couldn’t believe he had played you and to your horror, it would have worked. You guess weren’t impervious to his charms after all. 

Peters voice interrupts your inner ramblings “So Y/N. If it isn’t too late. Is there any chance of me getting my surprise birthday gift after all these years?” 

You breath in deep breath. It almost took all of your composure not turn around and slap Peter in his lying, manipulative face. Instead, you let out a laugh of relief that you had gotten away mostly unscathed. 

You turn on your heel to face him. You are greeted by a hopeful look, followed by a soft smile. 

“Did you really think I would fall for that?” You spit out, your words like poison. “You must really think I’m stupid. I know all your moves Pan. You can’t surprise me. I have watched you hunt for your next conquest on multiple occasions. You put on this vulnerable, misunderstood act, but I know the real you. You’re an evil, sadistic narcissist, who cares for no one but them self. You have always been the same and you always will be. I made the right choice cutting you out of my life four years ago. Never try to come near me again. From this moment on, you are dead to me.” 

You brush past Peter, bumping your shoulder hard against him as you pass. You grab your coat off the back of his door, ignoring his confused calls after you and walk out of his life forever. Leaving Peter standing alone in his vacant bedroom. 

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Conquest

Part 1

Peter Pan x reader fanfiction

You had been friends with Peter for years. That was if you could still call yourselves friends. Granted, you were extremely close growing up, but that was purely due to your parents being friends and them having this fantasy of you both growing up and falling in love. As if.

You had known Peter almost all your life, which is why, sitting here now, you knew exactly what he was up to. You watched as he scouted out the room, as he had done so many times before. His green eyes flickered with dangerous amusement as he notices a bunch of girls eyeing him up and giggling uncontrollably. It would have been almost too easy for him to approach the girls and walk out with one (or more) of them, but you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t here for an easy night. He was here for a challenge.

Peter always loved games and growing up, you were almost always at the brunt of them. So much so, that you had finally had enough and decided to once and for all completely cut him out of your life. You were about to turn away and get on with your job, waitressing at Granny’s diner, when you saw the sudden change in Peters aura. You followed his eyeline and unsurprised to you, your eyes landed on a pretty blonde girl, not much younger than yourself, sitting alone in a booth. You could almost see Peters mind whirling, deciding on the best course of action. He began to approach her cautiously, taking a strategically packed book out of his bag and feigning innocence, dropped it to the ground.

You rolled your eyes, watching as the book slid along the diner floor towards her table. You were already well aware of the move he had decided to use. It had gotten pretty easy to tell after watching them all being played out on several occasions. You scoffed, knowing exactly why he had chosen this move. The book would allow him to approach her, whilst also grabbing her attention. The facade of vulnerability and embarrassment would then allow her to drop her guard and feel sorry for him, ensuring he had less of a chance of being rejected. As he kneels before her feet, he will make her feel like she is in the superior position and holds all the cards, but you knew the truth. The book will then come into play again and will allow her to initiate the interaction by questioning him on the book he is reading. This is his way into a seemingly innocent conversation.

As planned, she offers him a seat in the booth across from her. They talk some more, still using the book as the main topic of conversation. You watch as he flips through the pages, before innocently asking to move to sit next to her, as to “better show her something in the book.” It was all a ploy of course, as soon as he sits next to her, it wasn’t long before his arm was across the back of the booth, followed by her hand on his arm as she giggles playfully. He smiles sweetly towards her, but you knew his smile was far from what it seemed. As she looks away shyly, you witness the tilt of his lips, as his smile shifts briefly into a dark smirk. The sign that he was well aware that he had captured his next conquest, or as you like to see it. His next victim...

“Earth to Y/N!” Your friends hand waving in front of your face, finally pulled you back to reality, “What’s so important that you can’t even respond to your best friend?” She follows your eye line and smirks “Peter? Seriously? I thought you didn’t care about him anymore?” She questions you.

You turn to face her and scowl “Never again insinuate that I have ever cared about Peter Pan. What I do care about however, is the endless number of girls who are tricked by his fake persona and end up with their hearts broken.”

She nods in understanding “Yeah you’re right, but you can’t exactly blame them, he does put on a good show.”

You roll your eyes at your friend, as she begins to check out Peter. “Don’t you get falling for his tricks!” You exclaim.

She smiles mischievously at you “I won’t, but there’s nothing wrong with checking him out. He is the hottest guy in school after all!” You scoff at her comment, before she continues “Plus, I don’t think his tricks will work on us.”

You tilt your head in confusion at her “And why’s that?” You ask.

She smirks at you “Because thanks to your time spent behind enemy territory, we are fully aware of all his tricks, therefore rendering them useless against us!”

You let out a laugh “I think you might be onto something there.”

You stood at your locker in school the next day, waiting eagerly for your best friend to show up, politely greeting others as they pass. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to scout her out in the crowd of students, when suddenly a tall figure stands in front of you, blocking your view. You look up curiously to greet whoever has just entered your personal space, when you’re greeted with a pair of mischievous dark green eyes. Your smile instantly falters, turning into an annoyed glare “Can I help you with something Pan?”

He smirks down at you “Pan hmm? What happened to Peter? Or Petey? Oh how I miss our little pet names for each other love.”

You glare at him harder “Don’t call me that.”

He leans against the lockers, wrapping his arms around him cockily “What shall I call you then love?”

“Y/N. Or better yet, don’t call me at all.” He lets out a dark laugh, as you turn and begin walking away from him.

He soon catches up and begins walking along side you “Seriously Pan, what do you want?” You tried to act as annoyed as possible, but secretly part of you was intrigued as to why he was trying to talk to you after 4 years of not saying a word to one another.

“I thought maybe we could hang out some time, we did used to be best buds after all.” He playfully elbows you in the side, just like he used to do when you were kids. However, due to him getting a lot bigger in the four years you hadn’t been friends, the force of it caused you to stumble. You were about to fall straight into the lockers next to you, when suddenly Peters strong arms were wrapped around your body, holding you in place. You couldn't help but be engulfed in his familiar scent. He had always smelt like the forest, but now there was something else there, something dark and tempting.

You were stunned for a moment, before pulling yourself together and forcing yourself to back out of Peters arms. He smiled down at you gently, trying to apologise for knocking you over with his eyes. You were about to thank him, before you realised what he was doing. You mentally cursed yourself. You couldn’t believe you had almost fell for it! You had seen this done before. Peter “accidentally” bumping into a girl and having to save her by wrapping her in his muscular arms. You scoffed and glared up at him “Why in hell would I ever hang out with you? We haven’t been friends in years and for good reason.” You looked deep into his eyes and could have sworn you saw a flicker of hurt. You almost eased up, before once again remembering how Peter liked to play. This was most definitely an act “Just leave me alone.” You once again turned your back on Peter, allowing yourself to get lost in the crowd. Thankful that this time he didn’t follow.

You met up with your best friend at her house after school and went into detail about your run in with Peter earlier that day.

“Maybe he just misses you? You guys were close when you were younger, you used to do everything together!” Your friend suggested.

You began pacing back and forth “Misses me?” You think it over in your head “Definitely not. It doesn’t take someone four years to realise they miss someone. Plus Peter has way to much pride, he would much rather watch me die than admit he misses me. He’s after something.”

“After something? Like what, help with his homework?” Your friend once again chimes in.

You stopped your pacing to look at her “No way, despite his demonic personality, he is actually quite smart.”

“Well, you know him better than anyone, what do you think he’s after?” Your friend asks.

You sit beside her on the bed and let out a long sigh. “I have no idea, and that’s the problem. Peter likes to pretend he’s unpredictable, but I almost always know what he’s thinking or how he’s going to act. But honestly, this time I’m stumped.” You admit.

You made your way home, your mind still trying to comprehend the events of your earlier encounter with Peter. You hated how much he was invading your thoughts, but you couldn’t help yourself! It had been so long since you had spoken, since he had even looked in your direction. The whole thing was too confusing.

You opened the front door to your home and dragged yourself inside, wanting nothing more than to eat your dinner and go to sleep. Dinner was already being laid out on the table in the dining room and you began to feel a lot better after seeing the impressive spread your mother had put on. “Hey mom! This looks amazing, I’m starving.” You were about to sit at your usual spot at the table when your mother steps in front of you.

“Not so fast!” You look up at her questioningly. “We have guests coming over.” She stated plainly. “Now go upstairs and get changed into something nice.”

You roll your eyes at her but do as she says. You didn’t need to ask who the guests were. You could already tell from the wine on the table who was coming over, it was your parents and Peters parents favourite drink after all.

You quickly changed out of your jeans and into a nice skirt and top. Even though Peters parents would come to your house at least once every few weeks for drinks or a quick catch-up, you knew your mother expected you to make a bit of effort when they were coming over for dinner, as in her words “It’s only polite.” Plus you didn’t mind dressing up nice once in a while.

After brushing through your hair and applying a small layer of mascara, you made your way downstairs. You could hear laughter coming from the dinning room, signaling Peters parents arrival. You walked into the room and was just about to greet them, when you are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dark green eyes boring into you. Peter was seated opposite your usual space, smirking slightly at your shocked appearance.

“Y/N dear! How are you?” Peters mother asked, dragging you out of your shocked state. You quickly look away from Peter and smile warmly at his mother, responding politely.

You make your way over to your seat and cautiously sit down, trying to avoid Peters overwhelming stares. Luckily your parents were too invested in their conversation to notice the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. You try to focus on what his parents were saying, acting as if you were invested in their conversation, when really your mind was reeling out of control.

It had been years since Peter had last stepped inside your home, let alone come over for dinner. He was always invited of course, except his parents always gave some lame excuse he had given them as to why he couldn’t attend. But now, after what had already passed between you at school, he suddenly decided you and your family was worth his time?

Anger and confusion began to build inside of you. He was definitely after something. And you were determined to find out what.

You didn’t speak one word to Peter throughout the whole meal, but you could feel his intense stare on you the whole time, almost daring you to get lost in his eyes. However, as your friend had said to you yesterday at Granny’s diner, thanks to your knowledge of Peters moves, you were impervious to all of his charms... or so you thought.

You made your way upstairs after dinner, Peter following closely behind. You had hoped to be rid of him, but thanks to your mother insisting you show him hospitality whilst they have a few more drinks, you were now stuck with him.

You hold open the door to your bedroom, allowing the enemy access to your most sacred space. You sit down on the edge of your bed and watch Peter warily as he begins to make his way around your room. “It’s changed a lot since I was last In here.” He states, finally breaking the deafening silence.

You nod slowly “Yeah well, it’s been quite a few years...”

Peter turns around suddenly, his dark eyes landing on you “Four to be exact.”

You nod once again, honestly surprised that he had remembered.

“It looks nice...” he continues “Much better than before. Glad to see you no longer have those awful childish posters.”

You glare up at him “At least my room was never full of barbies.” You defend yourself.

Peter smirks at you, amused at your defensive attitude “I think you’re well aware they were action figures, not barbies.” He walks towards you and sits on your bed, leaning back to make himself comfortable “But I think you’ll find my room has also changed quite a bit since you were last in it.” He looks you up and down suggestively “You’re always welcome to come over and see.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Was he really trying to flirt with you?! You quickly grab one of your pillows and fling it over at him, hitting him squarely in his face.

He grabs the pillow and moves it away, laughing darkly “Do you really want to start this love?” He threatens.

You grab another pillow, ready to defend yourself “I thought I told you to call me Y/N?” You state angrily.

He lets out a small smirk “Actually love. I think you’ll find you asked me not to call you at all.”

You launch another pillow at him, fed up with his flirtatious wit, except this time he was ready with a counter attack.

Soon enough pillows are being flung back and forth between you, which suddenly results in a full blown war. You were about to attack with another direct hit to Peters face, when you all of a sudden stumble and fall forward into him. You land hard against his chest, your body lay across the top of him. You were engulfed once again in his rich scent, the smell almost drawing you in, tempting you to take in more.

“Y/N?” Peter suddenly whispers, his warm breath tingling your ear “Are you okay love?”

You pull back suddenly, shocked at your own sudden dark thoughts aimed towards Peter.

You straighten up, avoiding his intense gaze. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry. I fell... I didn’t hurt you did I?” You pull yourself together and risk a glance in his direction, tying your best to keep yourself composed.

“I’m fine love, as long as you’re not hurt.” For a moment he almost seemed genuinely worried, and you could feel yourself open up to him. That was until you could see him holding back that devilish smirk. You couldn’t believe it. He thought he had got you.

After spending the entire day wondering why Peter had suddenly approached you, it never once crossed your mind that you may be his next conquest. 

Well two could play that game...

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More than meets the eye

Otis Milburn fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Otis

Moordale was a seemingly average school, with average students, most likely achieving average grades. The only thing which stood out to you when you transferred was the fact that the sixth form seemed to have it’s own sex clinic, run by one of the students.

On your first day, you had instantly assessed the students at the school and distinguished each of the groups, hoping to find one which you could fit into.

At the top of the food chain there was the popular ‘lads’ group, which filled the halls with testosterone and was lead by the overly cocky head boy. Next was the stereotypical girls group, who covered themselves in makeup and followed the latest trends, as well as of course having a gay best friend by their side.

Then there was the classic group of nerds, drug users and of course several loners and people who didn’t really fit into any of the above categories.

You thought life out in the country would be different compared to the city where you had grown up, but so far it had seemed almost identical, apart from the excessive talk and actual practice of sex.

You guessed being surrounded by hills and fields lead to people being so utterly bored that they all just relied on sex for fun.

You attended your first class and continued your assessment of the students, desperately wanting to find your own place within the mixture of people, but so far you had no luck.

You had liked the way the girl sitting on the desk beside you looked, with her pink dip dyed hair and edgy outfit, but as soon as you made eye contact and smiled in her general direction she put her middle finger up to you and from there it was a no go.

You sighed in defeat and began to eavesdrop on the conversation in front of you. Clearly the guy scratching the desk with a knife was a psycho and you should avoid him like the plague, but the awkward boy next to him seemed innocent enough.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he stuttered when he was talking, clearly feeling intimidated by the boy beside him.

He looked over at you at the sound of your giggle and blushed when he realised you had been watching him.

You were taken back slightly by his bright blue eyes and dark hair, if he wore glasses he would definitely remind you of Clark Kent and who doesn’t have a crush on Superman?

From then on you had tried to get close to the boy, whose name turned out to be Otis, but it had turned out seemingly more difficult than you thought.

You had managed to talk to his best friend Eric a few times and he had even invited you to sit with them, but for some reason Otis just wouldn’t talk to you and would barely even look in your general direction.

So when you had heard about this sex clinic, you decided to try it out and see if this so called ‘sex wizard’ would give you advice on how to approach your crush.

You had never really been interested in guys before, and had reserved yourself from them even more after a rumor at your old school spread that you were a slut who had banged one of your teachers.

Little did anyone else know, that you were in fact still a virgin and your teacher had tried to hit on you during a detention after school, which you very aggressively turned down by punching him in the face and breaking his nose. But of course no one would believe the word of a 17 year old girl over a teacher, so you were ultimately expelled and forced to exchange to a new school.

You booked in an appointment for the sex clinic through Maeve, who thankfully didn’t swear at you this time, but why would she? You did just pay her £20.

You were to meet this unknown sex wizard in the abandoned toilets at the back of the school during lunch.

You headed straight out there once your lesson had ended and nervously entered the cubicle beside the one which was already locked, and you assumed that was the ‘sex therapists office’.

“Err... hi.” You stuttered, feeling incredibly awkward and beginning to question why you were even doing this.

“Hi, Y/N isn’t it? What seems to be the problem?” A boys voice answered you and you paused in shock. For some reason you had been expecting the therapist to be a girl, as you couldn’t imagine any of the boys being mature enough to talk about sex problems. “Is everything alright?” He asks, clearly confused why you hadn’t answered his question yet.

“Oh right, sorry I just wasn’t expecting you to be a boy.” You admit.

“Does that make you feel uncomfortable?” He asks and you laugh slightly.

“Not really, the whole thing is just a bit embarrassing and I’m not too sure where to begin.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone has issues in the bedroom department. I’m simply here to make sure you reach your up to your full sexual potential.”

You sat in silence for a moment, before breaking out into a fit of laughs into what he had just said and soon enough he was laughing along with you.

“S-Sorry.” You apologise through your laughter.

“No, I’m sorry too. What I just said was super cringy.” He replied.

“It’s okay, you’ve made me feel more at ease now. And anyway I don’t have an issue in the bedroom, well I might do, but I wouldn’t know considering I haven’t ever done anything sexual.” You admit.

“Oh... right... well then what is it that I can help you with?” He says, sounding slightly relieved.

“Well the thing is, since the first day I started here I’ve been crushing on this guy. And considering I’ve never dated before, or even liked anyone, I’m not too sure how to handle it? Plus, I don’t even think he recognises my existent or is even slightly interested in me.” You admit and sigh in defeat.

You had spent the remainder of your lunch break talking to the therapist about your crush, but you never revealed who he was, scared that the therapist may pass the message on. You were relived you had spoken to him though, as you had enjoyed talking to him and he had given you some good advice.

The next day you decided you would try to approach Otis head on, rather than through his friend Eric. All you needed was a perfect opportunity to speak to him alone.

You rode in to school early on your bike and waited by the bike rack to greet Otis when he arrived. But of course he was with Eric.

You decided to shrug of this mild inconvenience and smiled towards them, greeting them both in a cheerful manor “Hi Otis, hi Eric!”

They both smiled back at you, and you were about to initiate a conversation with Otis, when Eric suddenly pulled you in and began walking next to you, linking his arm with yours and putting a barrier between you and Otis.

“So Y/N, I heard a couple of the boys in swing band talking about you and I was wondering if there was anyone here who had caught your eye?” Eric asks and you internally cringe, not knowing whether to admit you liked someone, considering he was standing only three feet away.

“I mean there are a few alright looking people here.” You try to play it cool.

“Well yeah, but is there someone who you desperately want to get in your pants?”

“Err- I don’t really...” Thankfully, you were cut off by a commotion outside the entrance to the school.

You, Otis and Eric gathered around to try and see what was going on, when suddenly everyone turned and began to stare at you.

“What is it?” You ask Eric, as you were unable to see what was written on the bunch of fliers stuck on the wall.

“Erm, it sort of says that you slept with a teacher in your old school and that’s why you had to transfer.”

You stood, paralyzed in shock.

You had no idea how anyone could’ve found out and you couldn’t believe that the rumours were still able to haunt you. So much for a fresh start.

You were unsure what to do, but as soon as you heard the whispers in the crowd of people calling you a slut and a whore, you could no longer stand their scrutinizing glares.

You fled the scene, ignoring the calls from Eric and rushed to the only safe place you knew- the abandoned toilets at the back of the school.

You needed to be alone and gather your thoughts. You flung the door open and headed straight into one of the cubicles and began to throw up.

Your mind was spinning out of control, remembering the awful hate comments you had to endure at your previous school and the haunting touch of your teachers hand on your thigh.

“Are you alright?”

You jump at the sound of the voice and look up to see Maeve staring anxiously down at you, pulling you out of your panic attack.

You began to breathe slowly and she sat down beside you, clearly offering you her support “Is this about the ridiculous rumors spreading around about you and that teacher?”

You roll your eyes “So you’ve heard?”

She shrugs awkwardly “Yeah, a lot of rumors get passed around this school. Apparently I bit a guys foreskin whilst giving him head, but in reality he tried to kiss me and I turned him down. People can be right dick heads, you just have to deal with it.”

You were surprised at how open she was being with you, but now you understood why she was so abrupt with you on your first day. “It’s easier to get hurt when you get close to people.”

You didn’t mean to say the last bit out loud, but she nods at you in agreement.

“But I’m guessing there was some truth to the rumor for it to affect you so much?” She states plainly and you end up telling her about your creep of a teacher trying to hit on you in an empty classroom.

She listened to your story and ended up comforting you, before you decided it would be best to head back to class.

You ignored the stares of the students as you passed through the hallway to your locker beside Eric’s, who happened to be there waiting for you.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

You smile at him reassuringly “Yeah I’m alright thanks. It’s just a ridiculous rumour. I don’t really care what people think about me, as long as I and the people I care about know the truth, that’s enough for me.”

He smiled at you “Yeah, I knew it couldn’t be true and don’t worry, after you bolted Otis stuck up for you and tore down the posters.”

“He did?” You questioned, surprised and also extremely happy that your crush supported you.

“Yeah, well he already knew you were a virgin, so there was no way it could be true.”

“Wait. What do you mean he knows I’m a virgin?” You ask uncertainly.

“Oh shoot, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Eric.” You glare up at him “Tell me now.”

“Oh god, okay. Well Otis sort of runs the sex clinic everyone has been talking about and I promise he keeps everyone’s issues confidential. He only tells me so that I can offer him occasional advice.”

Your heart sank.

You couldn’t believe you had been talking about having a crush on a guy in school, to the guy you had a crush on.

“I’m sorry Y/N! And that’s why I asked you who you fancied this morning, because we were hoping you would tell us and it would make it easier to help you, along with other reasons.”

You were in too much shock to ask him what the other reason was and closed your locker. No longer wanting to deal with school, and the embarrassment that was your life, you decided to skip.

You were walking along the river, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your face and the warm breeze passing through your hair. The sense of freedom you felt from the surrounding area was the only thing you liked about moving to the country, along with crushing on a certain someone. 

Your mind turned to Otis, you couldn’t believe he was offering sex advice. You for sure thought he was a virgin who hadn’t even kissed a girl, but I guess your judgment of him had been wrong. Similar to how people’s judgment of you had been wrong in regards to the rumour. 

You let out a sigh. You were so conflicted with your feelings. On the one hand you were so glad that Otis had stood up for you, but you couldn’t believe you had been going into detail about how much you liked him to HIM! And now he would definitely think you fancied someone else, making it even more difficult for you to approach him and hint that the one you had feelings towards was him!

You backtracked along the river, your thoughts preoccupied with obsessing over Otis and how you would deal with everyone at school the next day, that you hadn’t even noticed the two boys cycling across the bridge just above you. 

“Hey Y/N!” You jumped at the sound of your name and let out a small squeal in surprise. You looked up towards the bridge and had to cover your eyes with your hand to see through the glare of the sun. 

Otis and Eric were looking down at you. Eric waving manically, whilst Otis nodded towards you and let out a small smile. “Hi guys.” You replied, “Heading home?” 

“We are going to Otis’s to play some smash bros, what about you?” Eric replied. 

“I’ll probs head home soon too. Smash sounds good, but I think I’ll be playing some Zelda tonight, hopefully this time I’ll remember to save and won’t lose three hours of gameplay.” You sighed, thinking about how annoyed you had been earlier in the week when it had happened and how that was the most dramatic thing in your life. However, after today that was the least of your concerns but it still somehow managed to bug you. 

Eric gave Otis a look and Otis turned away in embarrassment, which you failed to notice due to your internal rambling. 

“Otis likes Zelda too, you should join us for a games night sometime!” He smiled at you, which you returned. You were about to accept until you noticed Otis shift uncomfortably at the mention of you joining them.

“Ermm... yeah, maybe at some point.” You smiled towards them both “Anyway, I don’t want to keep you guys and I best be heading home. See you tomorrow.” You were about to turn away when Otis suddenly called out to you. 

“Will you be in school tomorrow?” He questioned. 

You looked back towards him and smiled, glad he was finally speaking to you “Of course! I can’t keep running away from the rumors forever and how fun will school be without the current centre of attention being there? I’ve got to keep the lesser beings entertained somehow!” You shrugged your shoulders and they both laughed at your response. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Otis replied, looking you dead in the eye. 

“Yep, see you tomorrow.” 

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Scandal

Fred Weasley fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Fred Weasley

Rumors spread around Hogwarts like wildfire and the latest rumor was the most scandalous ever.

The rumor was you were a slut.

It all began on your first day at Hogwarts, when you, a muggle born, was placed into Slytherin.

You were instantly outcast from your peers. No one in your house wanted to be friends with someone from your caliber, and no one from the other houses had an interest in befriending a Slytherin.

The rest of your problems however, began in your fifth year at Hogwarts, regarding this ridiculous rumor.

Until now you had managed to avoid any real issues, by keeping your head down and hiding away at the top of the Astronomy tower to study.

Of course, you still received snide remarks about your blood status, especially from the ring leader Draco Malfoy. But all in all, you lived a quite life at Hogwarts.

The night before the rumor began, you were studying as usual in your favourite spot in the astronomy tower, you books piled beside you, whilst you dangled your legs over the side and admired the view. The sunset slowly descending behind the hills always managed to provide you with the feeling of tranquility and peace.

You packed your books away into your bag, readying yourself to return to the common room for the night, when you heard two sets of footsteps approaching.

Afraid they would belong to a teacher, you hid yourself behind one of the large golden telescopes, not wanting to be caught and have your secret hiding place discovered- the astronomy tower was out of bounds except for classes after all.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the foot steps didn’t in fact belong to a professor after all, but rather two sets of pupils. Blaise Zabini from Slytherin and a random girl from Hufflepuff.

You prayed they had simply been sent to fetch something and would leave soon, but your prayers were not answered and instead you edged further back into the shadows, not believing what you were witnessing.

The two students had begun to undress themselves and lay on the floor, bodies tangled together, inches away from where you were sitting earlier.

Not wanting to watch anything else begin to unfold, you stealthily crept along the room, edging towards the only door into the astronomy tower.

You managed to get there unseen and slipped through the slightly ajar door, unnoticed.

You sprinted down the staircase, not caring if they heard your footsteps, as long as you managed to get away safely.

You reached the bottom of the staircase, your cheeks burning red and struggling to catch your breath.

You stopped for a moment, to compose yourself, wanting to push aside the thoughts of what you had just witnessed and began to return to the common room, trying to act as innocent as possible.

The next day the rumors had begun to spread.

You were sitting alone, in your usual spot at the Slytherin table for breakfast, when you heard a glimpse of the conversation, between a group of girls sitting next to you.

“Yes I heard she saw her coming down from the astronomy tower, all breathless and flustered.” One of them whispered.

“But how do you know that’s what she was up to?” Another asked, not entirely convinced.

“Because not long after Blaise came down the stairs, and he was also breathless, buttoning up his shirt, with the zipper on his trousers still undone!”

‘So someone found out about them then?’ You thought to yourself ‘Well they weren’t exactly stealthy about it. I was standing only a few feet away, and they left the door open.’

You continued to listen in, wondering who it was who had caught them.

“I can’t believe he would stoop so low though.” Pansy Parkinson interrupted “He wouldn’t actually like a mudblood like her, I bet he is just using her for sex.”

You were used to people calling you a mudblood, but you didn’t expect the Hufflepuff girl to be referred to as once, simply from being in a different house.

“Honestly, I always knew she was a slut that Y/N Y/L/N!” Pansy finished, no longer bothering to keep her voice down.

You couldn’t help but jump at the sudden mention of your name. You looked over at the group and was shocked to find them all glaring daggers in your direction.

Surely you must have heard wrong. There was no possible way everyone thought you were the one spending the night with Blaise in the astronomy tower. Unless…

Someone must have seen you leaving, and Blaise had obviously heard your footsteps and rushed down after you!

By the third lesson the rumor had spread like wildfire, and there was no way for you to extinguish it. You had no friends to confide in, or help you plead your innocence and quite frankly no one would believe you anyway.

What you did find strange however, is why Blaise hadn’t tried to shut down the rumour, surely, he wouldn’t want everyone thinking you were together.

However, by lunchtime it all became clear.

There Blaise was, surrounding by a large group of guys, bragging that he had slept with you. You couldn’t believe it.

Without a second thought, you stormed over to his table, ignoring the calls and shouts of the guys surrounding him and poured his drink over his head.

He stood up, towering over you menacingly, but stopped in his attack when he looked down and noticed you pointing your wand towards him.

“If you say one more lie about me, I will fucking curse you! Do you understand?” He nodded his head slowly and you lowered your wand.

You left the hall instantly, not wanting to attract the teacher’s attention and risk getting expelled. But where could you go? The common room was a definite no go, and you didn’t want to risk going back to the astronomy tower until the rumours had died down.

You strode out of the school, wanting the fresh air to help cool down your burning rage. As soon as you reached the edge of the grounds you began to stroll around vacantly, allowing the tears that had been threatening to escape finally run down your cheeks.

You eventually ended up at the lake and sat on the end of the peer, manipulating the water to form different shapes with your wand.

“Hey that’s pretty cool. Mind teaching me that spell?” You jumped at the sudden voice, and let out a small squeal. Fred Weasley was standing behind you, a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yes you did.” You reply sharply “Otherwise you wouldn’t be smirking, clearly pleased with yourself” You turned back to look out at the lake, hoping he would get the idea that he wasn’t welcome and would leave.

Instead he took a seat beside you “Okay so maybe I did mean to scare you a little bit.” He admits “I just didn’t like seeing you with such a sad look on your face.”

“I don’t have a sad look on my face.” You turned to him defensively.

“Well not anymore you don’t!” He chuckled “Now you just look pissed off.”

“Hmm I wonder why?” You reply sarcastically, causing him to let out another light hearted laugh.

“Well I sincerely apologise for offending you, would you please forgive such a foolish man as myself?” He bowed towards you, causing you to smile slightly.

“And what will you do to earn my forgiveness?” You ask, playing along.

He stood up abruptly, startling you slightly “My good lady, I would climb mountains for you, travel across deserts. I would even jump in this squid infested lake for you!”

“Words. They mean nothing to me! I want to see actions!” You smile up at him, glad for his presence and the fact that he was trying so hard to cheer you up.

“If that is what my lady wishes.” He began to take off his shoes and robe.

You stared up at him questioningly “What are you doing?”

His shirt was suddenly undone and he began to unbuckle his belt. You stood up defensively “Just because there is a rumour going around that I had sex with Blaise, does not mean I am up for doing it with anybody!”

Fred suddenly edged towards you, his hands raised “Oh no Y/N, that’s not what I’m doing. I know you didn’t do it with Blaise. I promise…”

“…Then why are you getting undressed?!” You interrupted and he suddenly had a serious look on his face.

“Because I’m going to jump in the lake for you. You did say words meant nothing.”

You stood, staring at him in shock “You’ve got to be joking?”

He smiled mischievously down at you “I’m afraid I’m not this time.” He carried on unbuckling his trousers until he was standing there in nothing but his boxers.

You watched him for a moment dumbfounded and impressed by the view, before you realised he was already walking to the edge of the pier.

“Fred, stop! You don’t have to actually do this! I was joking.”

He turned and winked at you, “Sorry but when I promise something, I never break that promise.” He went to step of the edge, and before you could stop yourself, you were latching onto his bare chest, trying to stop him from going into the lake.

Except, your plan to save him didn’t go as planned and the next thing you knew, you were also falling into the lake with him.

The cold water engulfed you, temporarily freezing your muscles. You fought against it and pushed you way to the surface, spluttering.

You were shaking from the cold and looked around in panic for Fred. A mound of red hair suddenly shot out of the water “Jesus fucking Christ it’s cold.” He turned towards you suddenly “And why did you jump in with me?!” He swam towards you, and wrapped you up in his arms.

You pressed against his body, a slight blush on your cheeks “I was trying to save you.” You replied timidly.

He laughed heartily “And in the process you killed us both!”

“Hey we are not dead!” You defend yourself, “Well at least not yet, but I think if we stay in here any longer, we may catch hypothermia.”

You reluctantly pushed yourself away from Fred and swam back to the bank of the lake, with Fred following closely behind. He helped you out of the water and ran to get his clothes.

You struggled out of your wet robes, and stood shaking, waiting for him to get dressed.

Fred sprinted back over to you and forced his jumper over your head “Here this should keep you warm for now.”

“But what about you?” You asked worried for his health.

“Don’t worry about me my lady.” He put on a joking voice “I am here to protect and serve your every command.”

“Well then, I command you to run back to your common room as quickly as possible and dry off before you catch a cold!”

He once again smiled down at you, a playful glint in his eye “As you wish.”

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Sacrifices pt2

Tom Riddle fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Tom

“Love?” Tom scoffed. 

“How could love be the most powerful thing? She really is a muggle, if she only knew about the wizarding world, then she would answer differently. 

If she only knew about dark spells and powerful curses. 

If she only knew about me. 

About what I am.”

Tom had been pacing around his apartment, unable to sleep. 

Y/N’s words had been continuously playing around in his mind, preventing him from focusing on his plan. 

He scoffed again “Loneliness? That is such a muggle feeling. How could I ever feel lonely if I am surrounded by my followers, with the whole world kneeling at my feet.” 

His mind once again began to wonder “I’d love to see her kneeling before me.”

He shook his head, he would not think such indecent thoughts, not in this most crucial time. He had to stay focused, he was so close to achieving his dream. 

There was only one thing for it. He would have to kill the girl. 

It was the only way to forget about her. 

Tom made his way to Little Hanglington and perched outside the old care takers cottage, he knew she was in there. He could sense her. 

He scoured his way through the bushes to the back of the cottage. The kitchen window was slightly ajar and an inviting smell of freshly baked bread was escaping from inside. 

He couldn’t help but move closer to the window, suddenly attracted by the sound of Y/N’s soft voice floating out from inside. 

He could see her bustling about the kitchen, her soft skin and apron covered in flower. 

She looked different with her hair tied up, more sophisticated, which contrasted to her childish appearance of her smiling gently, covered in flower. 

She got the bread from out of the oven and brought it over to the window, leaving it there to cool. She looked out for a while and Tom moved back, not wanting to be seen. 

He knew he was there to kill her, but he found himself enjoying watching her. 

She glanced in his direction and Tom quickly hid behind a tree, worried he may have been caught. 

He stayed there for a while, motionless. 

After a minute had passed, he risked a glance around the tree and into the kitchen window, finding himself disappointed when Y/N was no longer standing there. 

He lent back against the tree and sighed. 

“Looking for something?” 

Tom jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to sneak up on him. 

It was her.

“I... err...” It was the first time he had ever stumbled over his words, usually he was quick to respond and could manipulate a story at the drop of a hat, but when it came to her, his mind seemed to go blank. 

“I saw you from the window.” Y/N stated “I thought you might be here to see me” She sounded almost hopeful, which made Tom smirk. 

“Did you want me to come and see you?” He couldn’t believe he was actually flirting with this muggle girl. 

She smiled innocently, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, which made Tom shiver. 

“I may have been hoping for our paths to cross again.” 

Tom edged towards her “And why is that?” He took her hands in his and faltered slightly when she stared at him.

“I never got your name. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She said suddenly, not reacting to his advances as he hoped she would. 

“Tom. Tom Riddle.” 

Hi all!! I know it’s been so long since I last posted, but with the whole pandemic I’ve finally had some time to start getting back into writing! I’m hoping to release some new fanfics, as well as to tie up any ongoing ones :) I hope you’re all staying safe during these uncertain times and find some comfort in my stories <3

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Sacrifices

Tom Riddle fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Tom Riddle

This was it. The moment he had been waiting for since he had found out about his fathers’ true blood status. He would finally severe all ties with his filthy mud blood family by using them as the first sacrifices towards evolving into the most powerful dark wizard of all time.

He would be all powerful, immortal, indestructible and no one would get in his way.

Except maybe her.

He had it all planned out. He would walk straight into the Riddle household where his father was currently residing and he would look him straight in the eye as he performed, for the first time, the killing curse.

He had dreamed about this moment for years, finding himself in a state of euphoria imagining the shocked look on his father’s face, as his own son, the son he had abandoned before birth was the one to end his meaningless existence. 

This is where it would all begin.

The true birth of the Dark Lord.

He had just entered the grounds of his families residence, readying his wand with a heinous look plastered over his face, his eyes glinting with pure malice.

He walked through the gate and began down the long path towards the home.

He was merely a few feet away from the door, when his fully thought through plan was instantly hindered.

He had heard a soft voice, floating gently towards him from behind one of the rose bushes.

He stopped dead in his tracks, not wanting to be seen entering the home.

He hid himself behind the nearest trees and watched intently as a young girl, around the same age as himself wondered along the path where he had been standing not a few moments before.

She was carrying a basket of tools and her dress was smothered with mud. She began trimming the rose bush, singing gently beneath her breathe. Her long Y/H/C hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her hands although covered in mud, were delicate and slender.

Tom couldn’t help but stare. She was nothing like the girls who had attended Hogwarts, she looked like one of those princesses the young girls in the Orphanage used to fawn over.

After a observing her for a moment, curious about the beauty stood in front of him, he eventually brought himself out of his daze, remembering the reason he was here.

Nothing, not even the girl stood before him would stop him.

He once again readied his wand and pointed it towards her, she could just be another one of the innocent lives he had to sacrifice. She was most likely a filthy muggle girl anyway and had no purpose to live on this earth which would soon be ruled by himself and his followers.

“It will be kinder to kill her now, than to watch her suffer and be tortured later on.” He told himself, still not being able to mutter the two simple words that would kill her instantly.

He let out a sigh and began the spell “Avada…” He was interrupted by the sudden sounds of more footsteps.

He once again lowered his wand and moved back slightly, to ensure he was not caught.

Someone had approached the young girl and had begun a conversation with her. She laughed gently and the innocent sound stunned him, making his heart do something it had never done before- beat.

She laughed again, this time along with a deeper, male laugh. Tom edged forward on impulse, not understanding why he was so annoyed she was laughing along with another man.

He peeked through a gap in the trees and studied the man beside her. He was older, his dark hair greying slightly. He had a sharp jaw and familiar eyes that were so similar to his own. It was his Father.

He had his hand on the girl’s shoulder and was looking at her the same way Tom had when he had first saw her, with bewilderment and lust.

The look in his fathers eyes aggravated Tom, remembering how he had abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him, he pointed out his wand in disgust at his obvious flirtatious behaviour. He almost cursed his father then and there, but was conflicted as his plan wouldn’t go into accordance.

He wanted to be looking his father directly in the eye, not cursing him from behind whilst cowering away behind a tree.

He lowered his wand in annoyance, wanting the young girl to just hurry and leave, so his father would go back inside and he could get on with the murder properly.

He stayed hidden as he watched the scene unfold before him. The girl continued to prune the roses, talking avidly about her fathers recovery and the fact that he would return back to work manning the grounds soon.

So she was the ground keepers daughter.

“Well you’re always welcome to stroll the grounds once your father returns. And be sure to come over and visit me and my parents sometimes too, we would all love your company.” Tom despised the way his no good father was drooling over the young girl, and he could no longer hold himself back when his father began to lean towards the girl.

She moved back uncomfortably, looking around, eyes wide in shock.

“It’s okay Y/N, we are alone, no one will see us.” He had now grabbed a hold of her arms, preventing her from escaping. She wriggled against him helplessly “If you wish for your father to remain employed, then I would stay still if I were you.” He threatened.

He was just about to close the gap between himself and the young girl, when on impulse Tom decided to intervene. He flicked his wand in his father’s direction, causing him to trip over and land heavily on the ground.

The young girl looked around for a moment, confused as to what had just happened, before taking the opportunity to escape. She ran down the path, through the gate and out of site.

Tom smirked contently at the site of his father struggling on the ground “You’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough father.” He whispered to himself “Your time for suffering has only just begun.”

Over the next few days Tom had returned to the Riddle household, but it wasn’t for his original plan.

Each time he went to storm into the home and murder his father, he was stopped by a glimpse of golden hair or the sound of soft footsteps.

This girl was driving him mad. She seemed to appear around every corner, as if she was an obstacle put there purely to prevent him from making his horcruxes.

If this didn’t stop happening, sooner or later he would have to kill her. Yet, he had been telling himself the exact same thing all week, up until this very moment.

The next day there was no sign of her. He had managed to make his way along the path and to the door without so much as a glimpse of her.

He unlocked the door and proceeded, for the first time into the Riddle family home.

He had finally done it. His father and grandparents were dead. His soul was now split into four pieces, the separated parts, placed strategically into the items he had chosen.

He was now officially immortal. Except it wasn’t enough. He craved more. Seven was the number he had decided on.

The next week he once again returned to the Riddle home and made his way to the graveyard not too far away.

It was the day of the funeral. He observed from afar as his father was lowered into the hole under the ground. A large statue of death, towering above him.

Several people from the town had attended the funeral, not because they cared for his father, but simply because they were intrigued by the curious cause of his and his seemingly healthy parents death. 

No one knew what had truly happened to them, as the coroners report came back to show there was no sign of poison, stab wounds or strangulation. They just dropped dead of their own accord. 

He scanned the crowd in disgust, attending the funeral was not apart of his great plan, but he found himself wanting to see the young girl one last time before he moved onto greater things. 

He sighed in defeat. She had not attended the funeral. 

“But why would she?” He asked himself “His vile father had tried to attack her only a week prior.” 

He waited until the service was over and the crowd had began to disperse, none of them bothering to throw some dirt or a rose onto his fathers coffin. 

When he was sure he was finally alone, he made his way over to the freshly filled grave. 

He looked down at the ground and cursed his fathers name under his breathe.

“Did you know him well? Are you family of his?” The sudden sound of the voice startled him and he peered beside him to see the girl standing next to him, observing the grave stone.

“Not exactly.” He replied, stunned. 

She looked up at him and her eyes widened slightly “But… you look exactly like him. Only younger, like you’re his son?” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

“I am his son.” He admits, not seeming to be able to lie to the girl.

She nodded her head slowly “I didn’t know he had a son. Do you live with your mother?” She asked.

“It’s none of your business.” He replied harshly, not wanting to get into his family’s dark history.

She looked away embarrassed “You’re right I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t have many people to talk to, I’m not quite sure what the proper etiquette is.” She bit her lip awkwardly “Oh right, I guess I should give my condolences, I am very sorry about your father.”

Tom simply nodded, smirking slightly at the fact she was apologising to his father’s murderer. “If only she knew what I was.” He thought to himself “She would run away screaming with fright.” The thought of it made him chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked, gazing up at him wonderingly “Was it a happy memory?”

He scoffed “Not exactly, I don’t have many of those.”

She shifted uncomfortably “Well, we are all meant to end up in the ground someday. I hope we can take comfort in that.”

“Not all of us.” She looked up at him questioningly “Wouldn’t you like to live forever?” He asked.

“No.” She answered without a second thought.

“Why not?” He asked, genuinely interested in her response.

“It would be lonely.” She paused for a moment, placing a rose delicately on top of the fresh mound of dirt “Although, it would be nice to live for a little bit longer, you know? To live a full and meaningful life.”

“And what do you think makes a life have meaning?” He waited for her answer, interested to see what muggle’s thought was of importance in their tragic lives.

“Family. To procreate is the reason for existence, it allows us to continue on living through others. It’s the closest way to reach immortality and It also surrounds you with the most powerful force ever. Love.”  

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Boy with a thorn in his side

Draco Malfoy fanfiction

Reader x Draco

When you first attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, you had be-friended almost all of the students, across each of the four houses. You were a people pleaser. You enjoyed the company of others and prided yourself off of making others happy. 

You were so well liked throughout the school, in fact, that you had even become good friends with moaning Myrtle- the ghost that haunted the girls lavatory. 

You had stumbled across her in your third year and listened to her complaints and tried to comfort her the best you could. 

From then on, you would regularly meet with her each week and allow her to off load her troubles to you and in return, she would tell you if any students had entered the toilets upset and you would then go find them and allow them to do the same, enabling you to create stronger bonds with your peers. 

Even most of the Slytherin house tolerated you- all except one boy in particular- Draco Malfoy. 

He would constantly sneer hateful remarks at you during lessons, and after several unsuccessful attempts to try and be-friend him, you finally decided to give up. 

But for some unknown reason, he would always catch your eye. 

You were now in your sixth year and had just endured a double potions lesson. After hyping yourself up to try and ignore Draco’s usual hateful remarks, you were surprised to see him sitting quietly in the corner of the room- barely even concentrating on brewing his potion. 

You had eyed him suspiciously throughout the whole lesson- desperately wanting to ask if he was okay- but of course knowing he would shrug off your concern. 

After dinner, you decided to catch up with Myrtle and let out a long sigh- thoughts of Draco still invading your mind. 

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Myrtle asks “You seem even more depressed than me.” 

You can’t help but chuckle at her remark “You know, throughout all these years of friendship, you have never once asked me how I was.” You smile over at her, grateful that she cared for you, the same way you did for her “But I’m fine thanks, just worried about another student- he doesn’t seem to be himself.” 

Myrtle floats over and hovers in front of you “There has actually been a boy in your year coming into this cubicle for the past week and crying. I enjoy watching him- he’s extremely handsome.” 

“Hmm, I doubt it’s him. He’s not the type of guy to sneak into the girls lavatory for a quick cry, but could you please let me know who it is, so I can at least see if this other person is okay?”

Myrtle nods at you in understanding and begins to describe the crying boy “Well like I already said, he’s extremely handsome, well dressed, has beautiful blue eyes and light blonde hair- so bright that it almost appears silver. And his name is Draco. Draco Malfoy.” 

That night you couldn’t sleep. 

So it was in fact Draco who had been crying in the toilets, and after finding out, your concern for him only grew stronger. 

You needed to devise a plan to speak to him and get him to open up to you, so you were able to help and support him, rather than having him push you away. 

But you knew, if you made one wrong move it would be game over. 

The next day you visited the girls lavatory several times, to talk to Myrtle and think of a way to approach Draco. 

However, by the third visit, you were thrown into the deep end, when Draco himself suddenly burst through the doors and began to cry over one of the sinks. 

In your panic, you hid yourself in a cubicle and was forced to listen to his muffled cries through the door. 

You didn’t know what to do. You had to force yourself not to burst out and run over to him- hating hearing the sound of him upset, but you also didn’t want to scare him away. 

No longer able to endure the sounds of him crying alone, you gently crept out of the cubicle and stood behind him, placing your hand gently on his shoulder for comfort. 

His head shot up and his teary eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. He stayed frozen for a moment and seemed to take comfort in your embrace, before his eyes suddenly transitioned into a dark glare and he swirled around, knocking off your hand with brute force “Don’t you dare touch me, you filthy mudblood!” 

You stumbled back in shock, before composing yourself and remembering that Draco was the one who was suffering and you had decided to support him, no matter how badly he treated you or anyone else. 

You reached your hand back towards him, trying to convey with your eyes that you were there for him “Draco, It’s okay...” 

You were unable to finish your sentence however, as he once again pushes you away, this time knocking you to the ground. 

You land heavily on the floor and groan in pain, before looking up at Draco. 

You notice him hesitate and the look of panic and concern on his face, confirms to you the fact that he wasn’t all bad and could actually show remorse for his actions and that was the only signal you needed. 

You got back onto your feet and this time you rushed over to Draco and pulled him into a tight embrace, not allowing him the chance to once again push you away and to your surprise, it worked. 

He held tightly onto you, returning your embrace and buried his face into your neck “I’m so sorry Y/N... I didn’t mean to push you that hard.” He stutters, between tears. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m not hurt.” You comforted him “I’m here for you- always.”

You had allowed Draco to cry on your shoulder for over an hour and after wiping away his tears, you sat on the ground together, resting your back against the sink. 

“So, do you want to talk about it?” You finally ask, breaking the daunting silence that had settled over the room. 

He groaned and shifted uncomfortably “No, not really. I didn’t mean for anyone to see me like that. I must have looked pathetic and weak.” 

You took Draco’s hand in yours and faced him “Of course not, everyone is allowed to break down from time to time.” 

You smiled at him encouragingly and he rolled his eyes at your enthusiasm. 

“You better not tell anyone about this.” He suddenly threatened “Or I swear I’ll...” 

“I know, you’ll curse me, poison me, feed me to the dementors.” You joke, causing him to laugh. 

You couldn’t help but be taken back by his smile, which caused butterflies to form in your stomach.

Your eyes met and suddenly the atmosphere within the room shifted into a different kind of tension. 

You couldn’t help but lean towards him, being drawn in by the depth of his blue eyes. 

Soon enough, your faces were only inches apart and you could feel Draco’s warm skin radiating onto you, pulling you closer towards him. 

You closed your eyes in anticipation, no longer being able to handle his intense gaze and afraid to get lost in his eyes. 

His lips finally pressed against yours, slowly and gently, as if unsure whether he was allowed to move any closer. 

You closed the remaining gap between you, and your breathe caught in your throat at the intensity of the kiss. 

You could feel the lingering tears on Draco’s cheeks, which causes you to wrap your arms around his neck for comfort and support, which only brought the two of you closer together. 

It was the most passionate kiss you had ever shared with anyone. It was filled with so much emotion- love, desire, pain and helplessness all in one. 

It caused your mind to explode and your stomach to turn. 

But most of all, it caused your heart to beat rapidly out of control. 

And from that moment forward your heart would continue to beat for and only for Draco. 

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Counter Attack

Fred and George Weasley fanfiction

Reader x Fred and George

Defence against the dark arts was your passion.

Ever since your parents had told you about the magnificent wizarding school-Hogwarts and all of the classes you would attend, you knew instantly the line of work you wished to go into to. 

Risking your life to protect your loved ones and saving the world from dark witches and wizards had become your dream. 

When you finally became a student, you attended every lesson early and earned full marks in every quiz. You thought you would never get bored of learning new defensive spells and about the dark creatures that lurked in every corner. 

That was until the day the new defence against the dark arts teacher was announced and you had instantly come to despise your DADA lessons. 

Professor Lockhart was a spineless fraud, with a fake smile and vain attitude. 

He made a mockery of himself and his work and the way the girls in your class fawned over him made you sick. 

You couldn’t understand how he had managed to become a professor at Hogwarts or how none of the other professors questioned his ability, as clearly everything he had written in is books were lies. 

You rested your head on your desk and let out an aggravated sigh. Fed up with Lockharts lecture, which was supposed to be on counter jinxes, yet mainly focused on stories about himself. 

The Weasley twins, who sat on the desk in front of you, looked over their shoulders in sync at the sound of your sigh, seeming surprised that the top student in the class was no longer paying attention.

You began to flick through your book, embarrassed that they were looking over at you and decided to read into jinxes and counter jinxes for yourself. You found a particularly interesting jinx and feeling infuriated at Lockharts lecture, decided it was best to learn through a practical approach. 

You pulled your wand out of your robes and aimed it towards Lockhart from under your desk. You summoned the spell ‘levicorpus’ in your mind, and instantaneously Lockhart was lifted up in the air by his ankles, which then caused his wig to fall to the floor. 

The whole class sat in a stunned silence,before erupting into laughter. 

Lockhart began calling out for help, which you found amusing, considering he was teaching a class on counter jinx’s and could easily undo the jinx if he was well versed in DADA. 

Your eyes met Lockharts and you couldn’t help but smirk after seeing the pure panic on his face “Ah Y/N. Please could you show the class how you undo this particular jinx?.” He pleaded and you had to admit you enjoyed the satisfaction of him asking for your assistance and secretly knowing you could do a better job as the defence against the dark arts teacher than him. 

You smiled darkly “Of course Professor.” You summoned the counter jinx ‘Liberacorpus’ in your mind and let him tumble to the ground, not bothering to help soften his fall.

He hurriedly put his wig back on his head and glared over in your direction. You were worried that he had found out it was you who jinxed him in the first place, but was surprised when he reprimanded the Weasley twins in your stead. 

You felt guilty for having them take the blame, but at the same time you didn’t wish to ruin your reputation as a diligent student and luckily they were only given one night of detention. 

You headed straight to the Library during lunch, taking your usual place at the back of the library and studying whilst you ate. 

You had made a few friends, but to you, studying to become an Auror came first. 

After a few hours of cramming in your homework, you began to head back to your dormitory. 

You passed by the trophy room and stopped when you heard a noise inside. You pressed your ear against the door and heard muffled voices. You were about to walk away, before remembering the twins had received detention because of you and were being forced to clean the trophy's. 

You sighed in defeat and decided to open the door, feeling guilty for them being punished on your behalf. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before you. Fred and George were surrounded by a pile of trophies and were laying on the floor looking utterly defeated- clearly being forced to clean them all without any magic. 

The sat up at the sound of your laugh and you tried to put on a straight face and look as innocent as possible. 

“Ah Y/N, kind of you to join us.” Fred began. 

“Are you here to take responsibility for your reckless actions?” George finished. 

You stumbled back, feeling ashamed “What do you mean?” You ask. 

They both lift their eyebrows at you disbelievingly “Now don’t play coy Y/N. We know it was you who jinxed Lockhart.” Fred said, 

“Yeah no one else could pull of a jinx like that in their mind, and besides...” George continued. 

“We were watching you.”  The finish together. 

You couldn’t help but blush at their words and avoided their gaze “Oh... well sorry. I didn’t mean for you to take the blame. Please don’t be mad, I’ll pay you back somehow.”

They both smirk over at you “Don’t worry Y/N. We aren’t mad. However, we do know of a way you can pay us back.” They smile mischievously and walk over to you, taking your hands in theirs. 

“You can become our secret weapon!” 

You look up at them confused “Huh?”

Fred pulls you towards him and places his hands on your cheeks “Well Y/N, that stunt you pulled in DADA was genius and you were able to get away with it, considering your perfect reputation.” 

George stands behind you and pats you gently on the head “And we wish to cause as much mayhem as we can, but are constantly getting caught. But with you by our side, you can pull some amazing pranks from the sidelines, and they will be unable to prove it was us!” 

You processed their words, and after remembering the thrill you received from messing with Lockhart earlier that day, you were unable to refuse. 

You smiled up at them and took their hands in yours “Sounds good to me.” 

They laughed and pulled you into a group hug, before each placing a kiss on your forehead, causing your heart to skip a beat. 

Your next few months at Hogwarts were definitely going to be a wild ride.