#you can def see i have no idea how to draw hair and clothes folds correctly rip

[limbel]

okay hear me out. dean with curly hair

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[jadedxrealityw]

-Amortentia- Blaise Zabini x Female Reader

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   Kody: BLAISEEEEEEE DADDY- im sorry. yeah yeah i’m changing the canonical storyline- cry about it. I’m also fully aware  Amortentia does not work like this lmao. 

   Request: you can make the summary short and less revealing for more fun hehe. Also it's totally up to you, dear! Only if you feel comfortable with it and no pressure! I hope you had a great weekend and drink more water ily <3 - 💐

   House: Hufflepuff

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: Slight slut shaming in the beginning, Draco being a little shit, 

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   you had been alone most of your life with your parents being on constant business trips from the ministry that would last for months on end. You were practically raised by your nanny, but she couldn’t teach you everything. You became socially awkward.

   you never had any friends back at home which meant you had no experience  communicating with people your age. You were walking awkwardness basically. It came at no surprise when you were sorted into Hufflepuff, even though both your parents were Slytherins- they weren’t disappointed in you though.

   you had just managed to scramble by through your first four years of school. Four long years without any friends, but you didn’t mind. You could get by just by yourself. You were a strong independent woman and knew how to get yourself out of sticky situations. 

   unless it was stuck up Hufflepuff’s- then you were screwed 

   one fine day in your fourth year you were heading to the quidditch field so you could go watch the game. Slytherin against Hufflepuff. They were both tied at two wins against each other so you were eager to see who would win. You wore a brown buttoned sweater with a nice pear of tan overalls. 

   the fallen leaves under your foot made a satisfying crack noise as you walked along the field. The cheers and other various sounds of students were definitely drawing nearer. You popped another flavour bean into your mouth when a harsh push came to your shoulder, causing the box of flavour beans to fall.

   you watched as they spilled out onto the grass with a look of solemn in your eyes “Dang- that was my last box” you mumble before a couple of snickers were heard in front of you. You look up to see three students wearing their regular Hufflepuff robes with there own casual clothes underneath.

   “Drop something?” one asked. A girl with light brown bobbed hair and green eyes spoke. You nod once “Uh yeah, just my flavour beans. I- uh i can just buy new ones” you spoke, already starting to clam up “Your a hufflepuff aren’t you? Why aren’t you wearing yellow?” the girl asked somewhat accusingly. 

   alert alert. Confrontation detected. Activate escape protocol 17B

   you didn’t answer and went to walk past them when another one of the three, a blond boy with blue eyes pushed you back to where you were standing. Shit. You fold your arms over your chest, looking at the ground “Your one of those Slytherin groupies are you, a house traitor?” the brown haired girl accused. 

   you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. This made the two Hufflepuffs more annoyed “What? Cant speak? Let me guess, your like those Draco fangirls. Sweetie. Your def not pretty enough for him” she adds, making the boy aside her laugh. 

   did she just say def? Have you ever even talked to Draco Malfoy? Not the time to be thinking about that. “I uh-” before you could speak anymore the girl held up her hand “Don’t even try to defend yourself, Slut” you went wide eyed. No one has ever been so nasty to you.

   “I’ve never seen two Hufflepuffs go at one of their own, before” a girls laugh came from behind you. She had black shoulder length hair and bangs with brown eyes. Pansy Parkinson. In front of her was two boys dressed in Slytherin Quidditch uniforms. 

   You quickly identify the platinum blond boy with pale skin as Draco Malfoy. The hair was always a dead give away and the other boy was slightly taller then him with dark skin. He was very handsome for a boy your age. What was his name again? Oh! Blaise- Blaise Zabini. 

   “For Hufflepuff’s you two are quite nasty” Draco spoke, a grin playing on his lips. The boy Hufflepuff rolled his eyes “Yeah whatever Malfoy, what’re you going to do. Tell your father?” that struck a nerve in the young Malfoy as he went to lunge at them until Blaise put a arm out, blocking Draco.

   “Now, Now. Let’s not get physical. You see, me and my fellow housemates overheard your very deplorable conversation with this what seems like sweet girl. Honestly, how can you bully someone who can’t even get a word in?” Blaise spoke in such a proper way that you almost couldn’t tell he was insulting them.

   the girl and boy were silent as he spoke for a while until the girl spoke up once more “Oh so she’s one of your play things, Zabini?” she questions with a smug look. Blaise’s neutral expression switched into a disgusted one “I don’t have play things. I actually have respect for other woman”

   Blaise didn’t let them get another word in before he stepped in front of you “Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?” he asked, using his hand to lift your chin and inspect your face. Touching- “No” you say in a meek voice. He nods once with a small smile “Good, now let’s go”

   you tilt your head sto side. Go? “Um- go where?” you ask. Blaise gestures towards the quidditch field “The game of course. Me and Malfoy here have to get ready and you and Pansy will meet Theo in the Slytherin bleachers to watch the game of course.” as he spoke, Pansy skipped to your side, linking arms.

   “Yeah! We can watch them make fools of themselves. Now lets go new friend!” Pansy said excitedly before practically dragged you towards the bleachers, leaving Draco and Blaise alone. The young Malfoy turned towards Blaise with a puzzled look “Since when did you involve yourself with Hufflepuffs?”

   Blaise rolled his eyes before walking off, not answering his housemate

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   7th year

   after that day you became part of Blaise’s friend group. He’d talk to you as much as he talked to Theo, Pans, or Draco. Ask you how your day was, invite you to sit with him at lunch and even sneak you into the Slytherin house at times. 

   some people found it strange. A slytherin spending so much time with a Hufflepuff, but as stated Blaise didn’t care much of opinions hat didn’t come from his friends, but all his friends adored you. Case closed. It was around the end of sixth year is when your feelings changed from platonic to romantic.

   you no longer saw him as your best friend that saved you from a bunch of nasty Hufflepuff’s all those years ago. You now saw him as someone you wanted to be with, all the time. To hold his hand, have him hold you, for him to just call you his. You fell hard. 

   but there was this fear, this fear that it would ruin everything you had with him. It was too great a risk, so like any normal person. You kept quiet as mouse and refused to let anyone know your feelings. Except for Pansy of course, but she found out on her own. Then told Draco, who told Theo.

   everyone knew except Blaise actually

   it was lunch and the Slytherins were waiting for you to arrive, Draco cleared his throat, getting the attention of the rest of them “I have a terribly good idea” he says, making Blaise look at him curiously “And that is?” he asked, leaning in to here what his housemate had to say. 

   Draco reaches into robe and pulls out a pink heart shaped bottle. “What in the hell? Why do you have a love potion?” Pansy asked with a amused chuckle. “Well- Y/n confessed to me that she had a crush on someone, but was too afraid to tell them. So i’m going to slip this into her drink to move her along”

   Pansy and Theo both look at each other knowingly. They know full well that little ferret was lying. Y/n told Pansy first. What was he playing at? “That is so wrong on so many levels, Malfoy” Blaise spoke up first, looking at him in distaste. 

   “Hey! She told me that she wished she was more confident so she could tell this person there feelings. I’m being a good friend!” Draco retorted, another lie. Blaise face drops a little “Who even is this person she’s confessing to. It better not be some low life Gryffindor” Blaise grumbles.

   Pansy’s eyebrow wiggles “Is that jealousy i here, Zabini?” she teases. Blaise rolls his eyes before looking back at his plate “Y/n can like whoever she want’s” he grumbles. “Really? ‘Cause your stabbing your steak” Pansy asked, leaning over across the table. 

   Blaise was indeed repeating jabbing at his food with his fork “I will use the slug-vomiting charm on you” he spoke, gritting his teeth. Pansy just smiled innocently “Cursing Pan’s i see” a voice came from behind him. Blaise turned his head around to see you, holding a textbook “Sorry i was late, got caught up”

   you take a seat next to Blaise, seeing a full plate and water put out for you “Thanks for saving me some food?” you say with a small smile. “I did actually, because i’m your favorite” Draco gives you a sweet smile, one that you laugh nervously at “Uh- sure?” you reply. 

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   once finished your food, you reached for the cup of water and took a sip. As you go and place it down you notice that they were all staring at you? “What?” you ask and Theo gives you a smile “Feel any different?” he asked. You purse your lips together and slowly shake your head “No, i feel alright”

   Draco huffs and places his head in his hand. You look over at Blaise who had went back to eating his food. You notice something on the corner of his mouth and grab the napkin on your table. Reaching up you wipe away the food on the corner of his mouth. 

   Blaise flinches and grabs your hand “What’re you doing?” he asked, gazing down at you. You snicker a bit at his reaction and gently tug your arm out of his grip “You had something on your mouth, didn’t want it to mess up your handsome face” you reply.

   Pansy chokes on her water, which turns into a coughing fit. Blaise stared at you blankly, just blinking mindlessly while Draco punched the air. 

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   now, mind you. A typical love potion last up to 24 hours, but Draco being the idiot he was accidently poured half the bottle into your drink. So it was safe to say it was going to last more than a day. “Your a bloody fool, Malfoy!” Blaise exclaims. 

   “I didn’t mean to pour half of it! Someone bumped into me!” Draco retorts while both Theo and Pansy eat a box of flavour beans they were sharing, just casually watching the chaos unfold. “That my be true, but you still served it to her! You took advantage of her vulnerability!” Blaise shouts back.

   Draco’s face fell, yeah could be a little prick sometimes, but he also cared about you deeply. He couldn’t tell Blaise he was your crush, but he could try to make it right. “I’ll make the antidote, but it will be a couple days” Blaise nods “Sorry for shouting” he says. Draco nods once before leaving the hallway.

   “Hey guys” jeez- you just snuck up on people. Blaise steps towards you “Shouldn’t you be heading to charms class?” he asked, crossing his arms “What? Do you have her schedule memorized?” Pansy questions with a small laugh. 

   Blaise exhales deeply “I have a copy of it actually. Anyway-” he says and turns his attention back to you. “What do you need?” he asks, his tone changing to a more calm one. “Can you walk me to class?” you ask. Blaise raises a brow “Why?” he asked, not that he would have a problem.

   “I want to spend more time with you” you spoke very nonchalantly. You almost wondered how you even spoke those words yourself. Blaise looks stunned for a moment, before a smile made a way to his face. This was just the potion talking, you were spewing nonsense he thought   “As do i? Let’s get going shall we”

   you smile brightly and grab his a=hand, interlocking your fingers. Blaise gives you a small nod before covering his mouth with his hands. Both Pansy and Theo watch them walk away “5 galleons Blaise confesses to Y/n by the end of this whole ordeal” Pansy points, chewing on a flavour bean. 

   Theo watched along her and nods “Your on, 10 galleons they both end up being friends again”

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   it has been TWO days and Draco still hasn’t made the antidote. He claimed it was because he had to gather all the supplies without Snape around, which was probably true. Blaise had started to kind of- sort of- maybe- like the attention you were giving him. 

   oh yeah- surprise! Blaise had had a crush on you even longer then you did, he just knew how to keep his composure around you. It was easy for him, but it didn’t make him any less terrified of what would happen if those feelings were revealed. 

   currently, you were both sitting in the courtyard, studying on a bench, your choice. “I think that’s enough for the day. I’m surprised you asked me for my help. You usually never ask me for any academic advice” Blaise spoke, knowing full well why she asked him. The love potion. 

   you look up at him, closing the textbook in your hands “Well, you and Draco are the smartest people i know, but i prefer your company more” you smile lightly as you begin to cram the textbook into your bag. Blaise feels his heartbeat pick up once again. 

   It’s just the love potion. It’s just the love potion. It’s just the love potion. Think rationally Zabini! “I’m glad to hear that” he nods once. You both stand up from the bench and the curiosity gets the better of him. “So, what people have you’ve been talking too the past couple days?”

   he wanted to know if you had actually been talking to your crush. So he could murder them talk to them man to man/woman. You shrug your shoulders “Just you guys, who else would i be talking to?” you spoke “Oh! i have an exam to take in potions! i’ll see you at dinner!”

   you spoke with haste before leaning up to kiss his cheek “Bye Blaise!” and with that you ran off towards the entrance. Blaise held up his hand for a moment before exhaling “She’s- been only- talking to us? Who the hell is her crush then?” he thought aloud before picking up his things and walking away.

   both Pansy and Theo pop up from behind the bushes “For a genius student, he sure is a idiot” Pansy spoke, eating the last bit of her cauldron cake. Theo nods “I thought Draco would be done with the antidote already?” he says. Pansy grinned evilly.

    “Yeah...he should, but i keep hiding the ingredients. Blaise needs more time to realize she’s into him” she spoke, wiping her mouth off. Theo gasps and wacks her shoulder “That’s cheating! and you ate my last cauldron cake!” he sighs, crossing his arms. 

    “Yeah? Cry about it Nott”  

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   “It’s done!” a loud shout came from the dorm hallways of the Slytherin house towards the common room. Draco came running towards them, panting like a dog. “What’s done?” Pansy asked, sitting next to Theo eating a bowl of popcorn. No- they don’t know where she got it either. 

   “The antidote for Y/n’s love potion. It took so long because i kept misplacing everything. All we need to do is sneak it into her drink at dinner tonight” he explains. Blaise shot up from the loveseat he was sat on reading a book and snatched the vile from Draco. “Hey! What the hell?!”

   “I’m not lying to Y/n anymore then i have to. I’ll catch up with you guys later” Blaise said before walking out the portrait door. “Alright that’s our cue!” Pansy and Theo stood up “What’re you guys doing?” Draco asked with a confused expression on his face. 

   “Spying on Blaise and Y/n to make sure they confess to each other” Theo explains, walking away with Pansy. Draco blinked a couple times before shaking his head “Guys that is such an invasion of there privacy and trust, they are our friends and we should be respectful......i’m coming with you”

   bestie things i guess

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   Blaise had just made it out the dungeons when he bumped into someone “Watch where your- oh Y/n. Why are you down here?” he asked. You chuckle and push away from him “I was going to see if Pansy wanted to have another sleepover, why are you out here? Dinner hasn’t started yet”

   Blaise thinks of his next words before holding up the vile “I need you to drink this Y/n”

   “What why?”

   “Just do it”

   “But-”

   “If you trust me you will. I would never harm you”

   “...Okay”

   you grab the vile from his hand and pop the cork off. You look at the vile then Blaise who nods once. Exhaling, you pour the strange liquid down your throat, twinging at the unfamiliar taste. You feel almost a swirl around your chest before you look at Blaise again “What was that?”

   Blaise places his hands on your shoulders, your face heating up slightly. Once again you were back being unnerved by this guy, but you didn’t notice “How do you feel about me Y/n?” he asked, making your E/c eyes widen a bit. “I’m sorry- come again?”

   he sighs deeply and looks you in the eye. Ooo eye contact, scary. “the same i did yesterday?” you say vaguely. because who the hell asks that kind of question. Blaise lets go of your shoulders and rubs his face with his his hands. He was frustrated. “Y/n, how do you feel about me?”

   you shrink at his gaze. The first thought that ran through your mind was that Pansy had snitched to him that you were in love with him “I’m so sorry- i didn’t want to tell you because i thought you would think i was weird!” you spurt out, confusing Blaise just a tad more. 

   “What are you talking about!?”

   “Pansy told you about my crush on you didn’t she!?”

   “Your what!?”

   oh if the world could swallow you whole now “Oh merlin- i thought that’s what she told you!” you shout before trying to activate escape protocol 17B again and walk away. Blaise almost thought about letting you leave but you liked him! he was terrified you didn’t! but you do! So, why would he let you leave!?

   he reaches back and grabs your arm, stopping you from walking any further “I get it. You don’t want to be friends anymore” you spoke sadly. Blaise stepped towards you, but you looked down at your feet instead of him “Your right, i don’t want to be friends anymore Y/n”

   you felt your heart shatter. That was until one of his long arms wrapped around your waist and other pointed your chin up to look at him “I want you to be mine and i, yours” he spoke, a slight grin on his lips. Say what now? did Blaise Zabini just confess to you?

   “Oh...”

   “Is that all you have to say to that? I just spilled my heart out to you”

   “What- what should i say?”

   “Yes?...No?”

   “Oh! yes- yes. Definitely yes! ”

   “That’s a relief. I thought i had just made a full of myself”

   “You are no fool Blaise Zabini”

   Blaise gave you a small smile before leaning down. Oh shit. He stops midway, lips centimeters from yours “It is okay if i kiss you, correct?” he asks. We love a consent king. You nod slowly, making his smile grow wide before he presses his lips to yours. 

   “5 galleons you little shit, hand it over!” you both pull apart as three idiots come falling out a nearby broom closet. Pansy spilled her popcorn all over the hallway floor in the process. “Screw you Pansy, you cheated you pig!” Theo snaps back, Pansy hitting the back of his head “I am no pig!” 

   Draco was just lying face first on the floor, hoping no one would notice his presence. “Oh right pug-face!” Theo smirks. Pansy gasps before pulling out her wand “You are dead you queer!” she shouts. Theo pulled out his wand as well “You have a girlfriend, homo!” he shouts. 

   Pansy sputters for a moment “That’s besides the point!” they both circle each other as Draco picks himself off the floor “I shouldn’t have come” he mumbles, dusting off his robes. Both you and Blaise look at each other before bursting into laughter. 

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   Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss 

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   Kody- I have no words for this other then- what the fuck did i just write? Anyways, peace!

[team-free-will-oneshots]

Fools

Title: Fools

Prompt: “Fools” by Lauren Aquilina… defs my favourite song at the moment, highly recommend the Live at RAK Studios version on spotify !!

Summary: there’s only one bed !!!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF !!!! NOTHING BUT FLUFF MY DUDES EVERYONE IS HAPPY FOR ONCE

Word Count: 2,090

note; ok ok so i know this is the latest in a lot of sam content but u dont have all the facts, which are: i love him

jokes aside i wrote this loosely for sammy’s bday!! i know its a bit late but oh well. and also im a total slut for the “theres only one bed!!!” trope so. here we go.

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Two beds. Three people. You weren’t a mathematician by any means, but you knew something about this picture didn’t quite add up.

Dean groaned as the motel door fell shut behind you. He, you and Sam were all beaten and cold from a trying wendigo hunt, and there was nothing any of you wanted more than to crawl into some nice, clean sheets and get a good night’s sleep for once.

“I’ll go to the reception,” Dean muttered, and you shot him a look.

“Really? Looking like that?” you asked sceptically, eyeing the Winchester’s torn clothes and hands stained with dried blood. “Cos that would go down so well.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” Dean countered, tone aggressive with exhaustion.

“Easy - someone takes the couch,” you said, nodding to the seat squashed between the beds and the tiny box television.

“Great, you do that, I’m getting some well earned shut eye,” Dean muttered, tossing his duffel bag onto the bed.

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Your idea, you take the couch,” he reasoned. “Sam and I are both too tall for it, anyways.” You opened your mouth to argue, but you were far too tired to come up with a decent retort.

“That’s not fair,” you mumbled. “Come on, rock paper scissors,” you insisted, and Dean groaned while Sam sighed tiredly from the corner.

“You two do that, I’m taking a shower,” he informed you, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him. Your gaze hardened as your eyes locked with Dean’s.

“Come on. Loser takes the couch,” you prompted, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he said, throwing scissors as you threw paper. His face lit up in a grin, while your groan echoed throughout the room.

“Fine,” you snapped. “But I call dibs on next shower.”

“Fine by me,” Dean said, collapsing back onto his bed, fully clothed. He was snoring before Sam came back out.

The youngest Winchester’s lips curled in amusement as he saw you grumpily sitting on the couch, arms folded and knees up to your chest.

“Really, Y/N? You know Dean always throws scissors,” he teased, and you made a face at him.

“Lay off, I’m tired,” you grumbled, trudging into the bathroom as Sam tried to restrain his smile.

“Sorry!” he called after you, though his tone was still dripping with amusement. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling yourself. You could never stay mad at Sam. If you were being honest with yourself, you’d had feelings for him for some time - but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he felt the same way, so you found it was best to just… repress it. You didn’t want to risk ruining what you had.

The hot water did wonders for the tension you still held in your shoulders, drawing it out with the steam and washing away your adrenaline with the blood and grime. Your eyes lit up as you saw Sam’s shampoo, conditioner and hair treatment still sitting on the small metal rack attached to the shower head. At last, a reprieve from the curses this night had brought you!

When you left the bathroom, cosy in your pyjamas and smelling like Sam, the motel room had fallen into darkness. You could just make out your surroundings from the meagre light of the parking lot that crept beneath the curtains. You sighed as you saw your “bed”, looking even more cramped and lumpy in the dim light.

Collapsing onto it tiredly, you found yourself smiling as your hands registered a neatly folded duvet slung over the armrest. You knew Dean wouldn’t have left it there - he hadn’t seemed to have moved since his initial collapse into slumber. You glanced over at Sam’s bed, just making out his sleeping figure, devoid of a blanket.

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you settled into a lying position, staring at the roof as you tried to get to sleep. You almost drifted off several times, but each time you started awake - the first time you’d shifted and hurt your neck. The second time you’d almost fallen to the ground. When you nearly fell off for a second time, you gave a short huff and stomped to your feet, tossing the duvet onto the floor and dropping onto it in irritation, curling up in the small space between the television cabinet and the couch.

The room fell silent, and you hadn’t realised until now just how loud your fussing had been. You laid completely still, save for your fingertips, which fidgeted absentmindedly with a loose thread of carpet.

“Y/N?”

Sam’s whisper was startlingly close. You jolted in surprise, knocking your head on the wooden cabinet in your haste and yelping quietly. You squinted in the dark, making out Sam’s tall figure standing behind the couch.

“Sorry, did… did I wake you?” you asked. Sam shook his head.

“No, I couldn’t sleep anyways,” he dismissed, flinching as you adjusted and knocked your elbow. “Come on, this is ridiculous. Just share the bed with me - there’s plenty of room,” he invited. You felt your heart stutter. You had half a mind to refuse, but the temptation of a warm, soft bed was too strong of a lure.

“Are- are you sure?” you checked, and Sam nodded.

“Of course,” he chuckled. “We’re adults, I’m sure we can handle sharing a bed for a night. Here,” he said, extending his hand. You clasped it tightly, letting him pull you to your feet. You snagged the duvet on your way to the bed, which you gratefully collapsed into, relishing in the soft sheets and the springy mattress, even if it was a little creaky.

Sam squeezed in next to you, and you froze as you realised how close the two of you were. What a liar - “plenty of room” your ass. The bed was a double, but it felt more like a single with Sam’s hulking body folded into it. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body - that man was like a furnace - and smell the scent of soap clinging to his skin. The sense of closeness was only amplified as Sam draped the duvet over the both of you, caging you against each other to ward off the cold.

“You have enough blanket?” Sam asked. You could hear the rustle of his hair against the pillowcase as he moved. You swallowed.

“Y-yeah,” you managed.

“‘Kay. Night,” he mumbled tiredly. He was so still you weren’t sure he could hear your whispered response.

“Goodnight.”

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It was still dark when you woke - you couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour. You had that funny taste in your mouth from an interrupted nap, and your movements were sluggish as you tried to shift your position. You heard a sleepy mumble of protest and froze as you realised exactly how you laid.

You blinked a few times to adjust your eyes to the darkness, heart skipping as you registered Sam’s arms locked tightly around your waist as he spooned you, your back pressed close to his chest. You ceased your movement, praying he wouldn’t wake, that you could have a chance to relax into this moment and enjoy it just a little longer.

“Y/N?” Sam murmured sleepily. “You okay?”

“F-fine, Sammy. Go back to sleep,” you whispered, and you felt him freeze has he felt his hold on you. He quickly drew back his arms.

“Oh- sorry,” he said, chuckling nervously. He cleared his throat. “Uh… night.”

But you were wide awake now, and you knew he was as well- you could feel it in the tenseness of his body, the way he purposefully kept an inch of space between the two of you, not wanting to infringe on your boundaries. His breathing was uneven, and with that said, so was yours. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you gathered your courage and, after a few moments, you rolled over to face him.

You started as you realised how close he truly was - his face was barely an inch from yours. His breath fanned over your lips.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet, and you saw him smile sheepishly through the darkness. His happiness was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey.”

“Can’t sleep?”

You gave a small shake of your head. Sam made a sound of empathy, and you were so close you could feel it rumble through his chest.

“Me either,” he said. The two of you fell into a somewhat awkward silence, broken when Sam spoke again. “Sorry about- about before,” he stammered, and you cringed inwardly.

“Oh. Um. That’s okay.” You weren’t sure what made you tack on your next words. “I didn’t mind.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted after a beat. You fell into another silence, comfortable now, his features coming into focus as your eyes adjusted to the low lights. You saw his long eyelashes brush his cheeks when he blinked, could point out every tiny freckle that found its home on his skin, every strand of stubble lining his jaw. He swallowed hard, and you could see the movement of his Adam’s apple.

Sam’s eyes found yours, and there was something in his soft gaze that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He shifted closer - his lips were only a hair’s breadth from yours. Your heart rate picked up again, and you were certain he could feel it - you were almost chest to chest.

Sam spared a glance at your lips, so quick that if you’d blinked you would have missed it. He took a shaky breath, and you felt your palms prickle with nervous sweat as he leaned in… and suddenly, his lips were tentatively brushing over yours.

Your breath caught in surprise, and Sam drew back quickly, eyes wide with panic.

“Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

You cut him off by sealing your mouth to his, and within a moment he was smiling and melting back into the kiss. He kissed you tenderly, lips moving over yours with a touch lighter than a feather’s, but as you pressed closer, so did he. His mouth became firm on yours, one of his hands weaving through your hair as the other sought the bare skin of your waist as it crept up beneath your shirt. Sam’s tongue teased your own, and you could taste spearmint toothpaste on his breath as your hands fisted in his shirt, knuckles white as you clutched him tightly. He sighed softly as you both drew back for breath, and suddenly he was kissing along your jaw, placing gentle kisses down your throat… he stopped as he reached your collarbone, breathing heavily for a moment as his head nestled in the crook of your neck. You combed your fingers through his hair, silky and still slightly damp under your touch.

Sam came back up to leave one last lingering kiss on your lips.

“That was nice,” you said, barely containing the smile stretching over your face. He grinned, ducking his head shyly.

“Yeah. I’ve… I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, and his confession had you smiling so wide your face hurt.

“Me too,” you breathed, still running your fingers lightly over his scalp as your free hand found his shoulder. Sam moved his hand up your back, tracing soothing patterns over your skin.

“So… what now?” he asked quietly, and you released a short breath. You both knew there was no going back to just friends, not now. But moving forward… together? Do you take that risk? What if you loved like fools, and ruined everything? Lost all that you had?

You shook the thoughts from your mind. You wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anyone - and maybe that was dangerous, but right here, cloaked in the safety of the darkness, with his vulnerability written so clearly on his face…

“All I know is… I want you. So… if you feel the same, let’s just see where the road takes us, and not worry about anything else.” Your voice was hushed, captured in the darkness, a secret held forever between the two of you. Sam smiled.

“Yeah. Not worrying. That sounds perfect.”

You smiled, and he captured it with another kiss. He paused, drawing back for a moment, his brow creased as he shot you a perplexed look. “Did you… did you use my shampoo?”

You nodded sheepishly, and Sam chuckled before leaning in and crushing his lips to yours once more.

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You’re Not Alone Pt. 2 ( Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: The reader and Daryl have started to settle into life at Alexandria, but once the group runs into the Saviours and more specifically Negan, your way of life as you know it will change forever. While the universe seems to be set on pulling you and Daryl apart, how far are you willing to go to get back to each other and make things right?

This series picks up during the Season 6 finale and follows the basic story line up till the Season 8 finale, through yours and Daryl’s eyes. 

(Spoilers for Season 8 of TWD)

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 4,631

Warnings: Language, violence, mild descriptions of blood and gore, slight references to a miscarriage (this can be a sensitive topic for some, so please do not read if you feel it might upset you, look after yourself guys).

Chapter 5:

Jesus showed you his trailer. There were two beds and couch with a fold out mattress. Jesus insisted for you to take one of the beds, but you couldn't do that. This was his home, so you took the fold out couch along with a pillow and blanket he gave you. The two of you sat there and talked for a while. You told him what happened with the Saviours and how Negan took Daryl.

He then changed the topic to something lighter and asked how you and Daryl met so you told him about Maggie's fathers farm and how you stumbled upon it with Sophia. Jesus in return told you how he found Hilltop, Gregory was running it before he even got there. He said he found it hard getting close to people when he first arrived at the Hilltop and you understood that. You were scared to get close to Ricks group when you arrived at the farm, not wanting to get attached to people again. Even after a few years at the Hilltop he told you he still found it difficult to get close to anyone, neighbours, friends, boyfriends. You smiled when he said that, happy that he came out to you even though the two of you barely knew each other.

Jesus promised he would talk Gregory into letting you all stay before he left the trailer to go find Maggie and Sasha. Once he left you climbed onto the couch, folding the blanket over you before managing to fall sleep. 

-

"Y/N wake up!" Sasha shouted causing you to quickly sit up in bed looking around for the sudden danger, but you all you found was Maggie and Sasha looking through the small window of the door. Wait is that music playing outside? It's the middle of the night, what the hell is going on?

"The gates are open. There's fires. The music is coming from a car. The door is locked." Sasha explained as she tried yanking on the door handle. You glanced around room trying to look for something to help. There had to be another way out of here. You thought to yourself when your eyes landed on the small window on the roof. Perfect.

"Help me with this." You said grabbing one of the chairs as you climbed onto the table before standing on top of the chair as you opened the small window above you. Sasha held the chair steady as you lifted yourself up onto the roof. You could hear Maggie and Sasha talking back in the trailer, but you zoned them out as you took in the scene in front of you. There was a car in the middle of the yard where the loud music was coming from along with a few fires around the area drawing walkers into the community through the open gates. I need to close those gates first, we can deal with the music once the gates are shut.

You jumped down from the roof and ran towards the walkers that were entering the community. Pulling your hunting knife out from your belt you began stabbing the walkers one by one, wishing you had your bow with you.

You kicked the walker in front of you to the ground when another grabbed your shoulder. You quickly spun around about to the stab it when an arm blocked you and you realised it was Jesus.

"Human. Not dead." He shouted over the music and you gave him an apologetic look before you stabbed the walker coming up behind Jesus. "Thanks. We need to shut the gates, can you handle these walkers while Sasha and I get to the gates?"

"Yeah, but what about the music?" You shouted glancing towards the car when you spotted Maggie reversing the tractor towards it. Well that's one way to shut the music off. "Never mind. Go!" You shouted before turning back to the walkers near you, gripping your knife tighter.

-

When the sun began to rise Jesus, Sasha and Maggie went to go talk to Gregory about why he didn't help last night and to get him to let Maggie stay. You didn't go with them into the Barrington House or mansion as you referred it to. If you had to listen to Gregory say more shit to the four of you then you would knock him out. Instead you helped the Hilltop's workers who were dragging the walker's bodies into piles and burning them.

"Saviours!" One of the Hilltop men shouted from the guard platform as everyone quickly rushed back towards their trailers and homes obviously wanting to avoid the Saviours at all cost. Shit. Where do I go? They can't find me here. You quickly grabbed a long black hooded jumper from someone's clothes line making a mental note which clothes line it was from so you could return it later.

You quickly put the jumper on pulling the hoodie up over your head covering your distinct Y/H/L Y/H/C hair as you ran towards the watch platform, climbing up the ladder so you could blend in with the two guys standing watch. They knew you were from Alexandria and handed you one of their spears to help you blend in. You gave the man a grateful nod as the other man opened the gates allowing the Saviours vehicles to drive in. You watched as the vehicles came to stop, men climbing out the different vehicles but what caught your attention was the man climbing out the black truck. The tall man with the moustache, Simon. He was Negan's right-hand man and looked to be in charge of these Saviours as they all walked towards the mansion. Negan wasn't with them.

Your plan to blend in seemed to work, the Saviours didn't pay the guards any attention. Too focused on looking around the community for items that caught their eyes. You hoped Maggie and Sasha were able to find a hiding place, you knew they were in the main building which is where Simon and most the Saviours were at the moment.

Nearly an hour passed before the Saviours exited the community, but they were still loading up their vehicles outside the gates. You spotted Maggie walking out the mansion towards the graves so you turned your attention back to the Saviours wanting to make sure they all leave without causing any trouble.

You stayed up on the guard platform for most of the day, even after the Saviours left. You had nothing better to do and it gave you time to think. But once the sun started to set you figured you should head back to the trailer and make sure Maggie and Sasha were okay.

"Enid! What are you doing here?" You questioned as you walked into the trailer to find Maggie, Sasha and Enid sitting at the table. You walked over to the young girl giving her a hug as she stood up from the seat before the two of you sat down at the table and Sasha handed you a bowl of soup.

"I came to make sure you guys were okay. Maggie told me what happened. Y/N I am so sorry." Enid said, and you nodded your thanks before changing the topic.

"I'm gonna go back to Alexandria tomorrow. I want to see what Rick's planning before I try track the Saviours." You explained looking over at Maggie and Sasha.

"Wait what do you mean track the Saviours?" Sasha asked looking at you in confusion.

"We know they have outposts, but they have to have a main base somewhere, I can try track them." You replied as you fiddled with the spoon in your soup.

"Why do you want to find the Saviours base? They could see you and take you, or worse kill you!" Maggie exclaimed but you shook your head, you knew they wouldn't like what you were planning but you had to do it.

"I won't get caught, but even if I do get caught, what more could I lose? The Saviours are the reason I lost my baby and Negan has taken Daryl! I have to find their base and get him back. You can try to stop me but I'm leaving in the morning. I have to get Daryl back." You stated and Maggie sighed but nodded, clearly not liking the idea but she knew she couldn't stop you.

"When do you think you'll be back?" Sasha asked and you honestly had no idea.

"Don't worry, I will be back in a few days." You replied with a soft smile before you started eating the food in front of you.

-

You told Maggie and Sasha that you were gonna go to Alexandria first to grab your gun and bow and talk to Rick but that wasn't your plan. You had your knife and you had a trail from the Saviours vehicles from yesterday. The trail wasn't really clear, but you could tell through the leaves and dirt on the road which way they were heading so you headed that way as well.

You left before the sun was up and had been following the faint tracks for a few hours. You had a small backpack with a few bottles of water and canned food on your back, but other than that you had nothing else. You didn't need anything else, you had a weapon to defend yourself with and you had the Saviours trail, that was all you needed.

You came towards an intersection of four roads, you knew the road to the left took you to Alexandria, but you weren't sure about the other two roads. You had never taken this route when out scavenging or hunting before so you had no idea where the two different roads lead, but the tracks turned right at the intersection so that was where you were gonna go.

You walked for another hour or so, taking out a few walkers here and there. You knew you were getting close to the Saviours base, you could see what looked to be an old factory in the distance, maybe that's where the base was? The tracks were heading in that direction, but you just had no idea what you were gonna do once you found the base. It would be heavily armed and guarded, you weren't stupid, Negan had the numbers for it, so he would definitely have his people protecting the place. You just hoped they had a blind spot, somewhere where you could sneak in undetected and get Daryl.

You stopped for a few minutes taking a drink from the last water bottle when you heard the sound of a vehicle in the distance. You froze turning around where the sound seemed to be coming from. That had to be the Saviours. You thought to yourself and as the sound got closer you realised it was multiple vehicles approaching. Shit I can't stand out here in the middle of nowhere. You quickly ran behind the closest tree, crouching down behind it with your knife out just in case.

One by one the vehicles drove past, without a care in the world as they headed towards the large factory in the distance. But it wasn't until you saw the black truck that your heart sped up. It was Negan. But there was someone else sitting in the passenger seat and it wasn't until the truck drove past that you realised it was Eugene. Negan has Eugene. Why did he take Eugene? Shit, something must have happened at Alexandria. Did Negan kill anyone else? Was Rick okay? Carl? Michonne? Tara? Rosita? Aaron? Judith? Where the others okay?

"God damn it." You muttered to yourself as you watched the vehicles disappear in the distance, you were so close to Saviours base, but you had to go back to Alexandria, you had to make sure everyone was okay. You had memorised every road and every turn you had taken so once you knew the others were safe you would come back here and finish what you started.

-

You found an old beat up truck that was still in working condition which you managed to hotwire and within an hour and a half of driving you could see Alexandria's gates in the distance and you sighed with relief.

"Hey! Open the gates it's me." You shouted sticking your head out the window as you looked towards the guard post to find Rick standing there staring at you in disbelief before he quickly disappeared and within 30 seconds the gate opened as you climbed out the truck, walking through the gate.

You walked in, standing a few metres away as Rick shut the gate back up before he turned looking at you for a few seconds before he pulled you into a hug.

"You're here. Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Rick suddenly questioned pulling away to let you speak and you quickly looked at the ground feeling tears burning in your eyes, you didn't want to cry. You had cried too much in the past few days and you were done with letting your emotions take over.

"I-I lost the baby... I don't wanna talk about it." You said softly still staring at the ground and before Rick could respond you heard the others running over to you.

"Y/N!" Michonne shouted as you turned around to find Tara, Rosita, Aaron, Eric and Carl who was holding Judith all walking towards the two of you with smiles on their faces. "Are you and the baby okay? You weren't in a good condition when Sasha took you to Hilltop."

"She lost the baby." Rick answered and you looked over at him with a sad smile, glad that he told them. But you didn't come all the way back to Alexandria for this, you came back to see what Negan and the Saviours did.

"What happened here? I saw Eugene in Negan's truck. What happened?" You questioned not giving the others anytime to respond as you stared at Rick.

"Negan came. Killed Spencer and Olivia. Eugene made a bullet for Rosita and she tried to kill Negan, it didn't work, and Negan took Eugene with him when he left." Rick explained, and you nodded taking in the news before you began to walk towards yours and Daryl's house. "Y/N what are you doing?"

"Getting my weapons, then I'm going back to Hilltop to tell Maggie and the others what happened and then I'm going to get Daryl back." You replied over your shoulder as you walked towards the house down the road.

"The Saviours took all our weapons." Rosita shouted causing you to stop. What did she just say?

"Crap. So, we have no guns?" You questioned turning back to them and Rick shook his head as other people from Alexandria began walking towards the group after hearing all the commotion. Did they take my bow as well? Someone is going to die if my bow is gone.

"Y/N isn't okay, there's something different about her." Rosita muttered so you couldn't hear as you walked off, but you could hear every word.

"She just lost her unborn baby and Daryl was taken. Giver her a break." Rick responded before you walked into your house.

Everything was broken and destroyed. The coffee table was flipped upside down, books and glass covered the floor and you didn't even want to look in the kitchen. Instead, you wondered into the lounge room and you sighed with relief when you spotted your bow on the floor next to the couch.

You grabbed it making sure it wasn't broken before holding it up in front of you as you pulled the string back till it touched your cheek. You smiled to yourself before slinging the bow strap over your shoulder and walking back out towards the gate where everyone was still standing.

"We'll visit the others at Hilltop in a few days and try talk Gregory into helping us fight the Saviours. Just don't go after them alone Y/N." Rick said once you reached the group, but you shook your head.

"If it was Michonne or Carl or Judith, you would do the same too, Rick. I have to try." You replied as you began walking towards the gate. Daryl would do it for you, no matter what the consequences were, you knew he would try and get you back.

"You don't even know if he's still alive, you'll just get yourself killed for nothing." A voice suddenly said causing you to snap your head around to find Tobin standing in front of the group staring at you with his arms crossed.

"What did you just say?!" You questioned, sudden anger taking over as you turned around to face him.

"I don't mean any disrespect. You're one of our leaders, Alexandria and the Hilltop need you especially against the Saviours and you can't do that when your dead. It's not worth the risk." Tobin stated as Rick took a step forward noticing your hands form fists by your side as you tried to control your anger.

"He's my husband!" You snapped glaring at the older man as he shook his head.

"He's probably dead already, it's not worth it." The man responded but that was it, you had enough with this asshole. You heard Rick shout at you to stop obviously knowing what you were about to do but there was no stopping you. Nobody talked about Daryl like that.

You took a few steps towards Tobin before slamming your fist into his jaw forcing the man to stumble backwards. Your knuckles erupted in pain but by the look on Tobin's face, his jaw hurt a lot more than your knuckles, but it wasn't enough. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and punched him square in nose before Rick pulled you off him.

"You say something like that again, I won't stop with a broken nose." You threatened glaring at Tobin who was holding his now bleeding nose as the others all stared at you in shock.

"Y/N!" Rick shouted from behind you, still holding your arms in case you started to fight again, but you shook your head shrugging off Ricks grip as you walked back to the gate opening it.

"I will see you guys later." You muttered not turning back as you closed the gate behind yourself and climbed into the truck. You glanced down at your now bloodied knuckles as you gripped the steering wheel tighter trying to forget what Tobin said. Daryl was alive. He had to be alive.

-

Your truck ran out of gas nearly an hour ago, but at least you were near Hilltop, so it wasn't too far to walk. But as soon as Hilltop's walls came into view so did the Saviours vehicles causing you to quickly duck into the woods out of sight as you sat and waited for them to leave.

By the time the Saviours left the sun was staring to set along the horizon and you knew Maggie wouldn't let you leave until the next morning, but you had to. You had to get Daryl back. 

"You're back! Kal open the gates." Maggie ordered as you looked up at the guard platform to find her standing there with a huge smile. At least that's a sign that she is feeling better.

"Negan killed Spencer and Olivia and has taken Eugene with him after he made Rosita a bullet." You shouted as the gates began to open and you walked in as Maggie climbed down the stairs. "I just came by to tell you and to grab a bottle of water."

"Wait, you're leaving? You can't leave." Maggie said grabbing your shoulder as you began walking towards the trailers to get some water, forcing you turn around to face her.

"I have to! I tracked the Saviours for miles. I nearly found their fucking base!" You yelled in frustration as you rubbed your hands over your face to try calm yourself down. "I have to go back out there and get Daryl. Who knows what Negan is doing to him! I have to-"

"Y/N stop!" Maggie shouted but it wasn't in anger, she almost sounded happy. You looked up at her in confusion and she was smiling. Why the hell is she smiling right now? "I will give you guys some privacy." She said before walking back towards the ladder to the guard platform as you watched her in confusion. What the hell is she talking about?

"Y/N?" A husky southern voice called and you froze, your heartbeat skyrocketing. You could recognise that voice anywhere, but it can't be him. That's it, you had finally reached your tipping point, you were going crazy.

Slowly you turned around towards the voice just to prove to yourself that you were hearing things, but as you did you spotted him. Daryl was here. He was actually here. You watched him for a few seconds as he came out from behind the trailers towards you, he was wearing a long sleeve black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up in his signature Daryl style, he wasn't wearing his angle winged vest and you instantly knew the Saviours still had it. But Daryl was here. He was alive and that's all that mattered.

Tears began filling your eyes as you ran to him, it would have only been a couple seconds as the two of you ran towards each other, but it felt like a life time before you finally wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he hugged you spinning you around.

You hugged Daryl tightly afraid that if you let him go then he would be taken away from you again. You could feel Daryl shaking as he hugged you and you knew he was crying. You hugged him tighter pulling his head into the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair, you knew you had tears in your eyes, but you held them back. You had to be strong for Daryl right now, he must have gone through hell when he was with the Saviours, you had to be strong for him.

"I love you so much, Daryl." You whispered as he lifted his head to look at you before pulling you in for a kiss. His lips hit yours as he cupped your cheeks deepening the soft kiss before he pulled away as his eyes scanning you up and down to make sure you were okay. You were going to have to tell him about the miscarriage, but you had no idea how to say it.

"Are you okay? They hurt ya, is the baby okay?" Daryl asked his voice croaky from the crying as his hand slowly went to your stomach where the baby use to be and your heart broke, but you couldn't hold it back anymore as tears began falling down your cheeks.

"I-I lost the baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You sobbed looking down at the ground, unable to look Daryl in the eyes. It was your fault. You should have never shouted at Negan when he was taunting Rosita. "It's my fault." You mumbled as Daryl quickly pulled you into his chest letting you cry into him.

"It ain't ya fault Y/N. It's the Saviours, they did this." Daryl said as his kissed the top of your head before walking you over to one of the benches as you both sat down. "I shouldn't have left ya back at Alexandria. I was just so angry at Dwight, I didn't even process the fact that ya said you're pregnant until it was too late. Then when Dwight pulled me out that van I saw you sitting there with the rest of the group... I thought that was the end. I thought..." Daryl began to say but stopped as he looked up at the stars in the sky trying to gather his thoughts. He was opening up to you which was something he didn't do often and when he did it was only to you.

When Beth was killed, you saw how Daryl just shutdown, he barely said a word to you for a week. But, eventually he opened up to you about it. It took time, but he slowly let you back in and since then he stopped trying hide his issues and emotions from you because he knew you would help him and keep whatever he said between the two of you. You knew this was different from all the previous times something bad had happened. But Daryl would eventually talk to you about it, you wouldn't push him for answers, you knew better than that. If he wasn't ready to talk, you would only push him further away by trying to force him. So, you stayed silent, resting your head on his shoulder as you patiently waited for him to find the words he was looking for.

"They had me locked in a cell. Blasting this ridiculous happy song at all hours of the day. I was in the cell for a few days. They would give me bred with dog food once a day but that was it. Dwight eventually took me out the cell, making me work on their fence line chaining up walkers with other workers or prisoners I wasn't sure. I tried escapin' once, it didn't work and Negan told his men to teach me a lesson. After that they threw me back in the bloody cell." Daryl explained shaking his head as took a deep breath and you knew this was hard for him.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You said softly but Daryl shook his head before continuing.

"I was so close to givin' up Y/N, I didn't see a way out... But the thought of you and our unborn baby, it the only thing keeping me going. And when someone slipped me a key, I escaped and found Jesus sneaking around the place and he bought me here." He said and you nodded as you grabbed his hand holding in your lap. He wasn't telling you everything, you knew he left out pieces of information but he would tell you when he was ready. "Maggie told me ya went to Alexandria but convinced me to stay and wait for you to get back. I could tell something was wrong, but she just told me to wait for you. God, Y/N, I am so sorry ya had to go through the miscarriage alone. I'm your husband. I am meant to protect ya. Keep ya safe. But I couldn't do it."

"Hey." You suddenly said turning to face him as you lifted his chin up so he was looking at you. "You have kept me safe for all these years. The farm. The prison. Terminus. The church. Alexandria. I'm still alive because of you. You're my husband and I love you more than anything, but it wasn't your fault that you weren't here. This is on Negan and the Saviours and they will pay for what they have done." You said and Daryl nodded as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close.

"I missed ya so much baby girl." Daryl said softly, kissing your forehead as the two of you sat on the bench staring up at the stars. You didn't want the moment to end. Just the two of you, sitting alone in the still night air. No walkers moaning. No guns firing. No people arguing. It was perfect and neither of you moved or talked for the next few minutes as you enjoyed the rare moment.

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Secret Santa ( Warren Worthington III x Reader)

A/N: Hello! I know I’m a little late because we’re already the 10th of December. I’m really inspired for Christmas imagines but I don’t really have the time to write because of school. So, I hope you’ll like this one :)

It was the season to be jolly. LALALALALALALALALA!

Precisely, 15 days left before Christmas and everyone was bathing in the seasonal mood. The mansion was full of ornaments, from the smallest christmassy sticker on a window to to the giant christmas trees, one in the living room and another in the lobby which was accomodating every person that entered the mansion with the strong and wonderful odor of christmas.

Cookies were made everyday to fullfill everyone's need  and new bags of chocolates, marshmallows and candy canes had to be bought every three days.

And among the joy and food, the thought that was on almost everyone's head was the presents. The most organized ones had already bought the presents they wanted to offer but some others didn't even have a hint of an idea.

That was your case and the case of your group of friends.

Between the ones without any ideas, the ones who didn't know who they wanted to offer something to and couldn't get something to everyone because of budget problems, and some knew what and who they wanted to offer something to but were too shy  and scared to be rejected by the person to act about it.  I guess, even Christmas come with its pack of problems.

The next day , Jubilee arrived in the living room with a bright smile on her face and a baseball cap in her hand.

" Guys, I have the perfect idea to save our christmas!" she exclaimed waving the cap above her head, earning herself the attention of her friends.

" With a cap?" Scott asked skeptic

She rolled her eyes.

" We're going to do the " Secret Santa" thing. Get me papers and I'll write all of our names on it. And each of us will pick one and will have to get a present to the person whose name's written on the paper."  she explained

You and your friends looked at each others.

" Sounds like fun" you shyly said.

Everyone agreed and Jubilee got off the couch and jumped up and down in joy before taking a pen from the coffee table and starting to write all the names on pieces of paper.

When she was done she put all the pieces in the cap and presented it to each one of you.

When it was your turn you hesitated, looking at all the small folded pieces of paper and not knowing which one to pick.

" Let your hand guide you, Y/N" Jubilee said

You slowly nodded and picked a paper.

She offered you a smile and moved on to the next person.

You unfolded the piece and your eyes widened.

Warren

Looking up, you searched for the angel and when your eyes landed on him, you smiled. Despite not being the friendliest person, you were pleased to be the one to get the occasion to make him happy.

Your eyes were fixed on his face, and you were sure that your arbored a goofy expression. The next second his blue eyes were on yours. You blinked and there he was, staring right back at you with a smirk playing on his pink lips. You felt your cheeks set on fire; he caught you staring at him and also got a perfect view of your stupid face expression when you were looking at a cute guy.

You instantly looked away and got up from your chair, quickly walking out of the room. Unfortunately you didn't see Warren returning your smile and also didn't know how is heart was fluttering like yours.

 On Warren's side...

As you left the room in a hustle, Warren smiled looking at how flustered you were. His eyes left the doorway you just passed to the paper in his hand.

Y/N

Lucky him. If he was honest with himself he wouldn't have wanted to pick someone else than you. You and him weren't exactly  friends, you didn't talk enough for your relationship to earn that title,. You occasionely asked him to pet his wings and he would agree with a shrug, some other times the two of you had small conversation.But he still thought about you as a friend, since you were hanging with each other through the others.

He was more than glad to have pick you, he couldn't wait to see you blushing and smiling when you would open his present.

Warren knew exactly what he was going to get you.

He didn't have the reputation of being romantic but he was the kind to ne discreet, despite his giant ass wings. He didn't really liked to get attention from others, because of his past, and no one was really paying attentio nto him. Only your group of friends welcomed him. And being discreet gave him the opportunity to listen to everything.

He perfectly remembered how it happened, when he found the idea of what to get you for christmas.

He was laying on his back, wings spreaded on the grass and sucking on every sun rays. His eyes were closed but he was all ears. You and Jean were sitting a few feet away from him, in deep conversation about christmas, even if it was at least 3 months away. Warren couldn't remember what Jean precisely said, but she was blabbering about how she wished Scoot would get her something or whatever....

That's when you mentionned it, the perfect gift you could receive.

" I won't ask for much this christmas. All I want is a blanket as soft as Warren's wings"

This sentence was automatically pin into his mind since then.

Now, he needed help and someone to go with him to make sure he wouldn't buy something ugly.

That's how he found himself at the mall with Jean. She said that she knew where he could find something that you'll absolutely love. So she dragued him in a store for the home, they arrived in a section full of blankets.

They were some with bright colors on it, some only were in one color, some with drawings , and there also was a christmas section.

" Come on, go touch them" Jean said pushing him toward the blankets.

" What?" he exclaimed

" If you want to find THE one, you have to touch them"

The angel reluctantly walked to one and rubbed his palm against the fabric. It felt really good and Warren lost it , he started touching every blanket, and he looked like a crazy person, earning himself judgemental looks from the people passing by and laughs from Jean, who was watching him from afar.

When he stopped in front of the christmas blankets, he touches one and almost felt like he was touching his own feathers. He even brought it to his cheek and started rubbing it against his skin, with a idiotic smile.

The blanket was light gray with whites christmassy patterns, like snowflakes and reindeers.

" It's this one!" he said excitedly, a childish smile illuminating his face.

" Perfect" Jean said

Warren grabbed the blanket and the two of them walked toward the cash registers.

It was really rare to see Waren's soft side. the guy who usually wore rock band tees, combat boots and a leather jacket, full on the tough guy attitude; with a  smile on his face and a rather girly blanket in hands; and it was beautiful to watch.

On the reader's side...

When you finally escpaped Warren's gaze and exited the room , you took some time to let the heat fall down from your cheeks.

" I picked Warren" you thought

You really wanted to make Warren happy out of everyone; he always seemed to be so lonely, angry and sad. The problem is that even with good intentions you didn't know what he could like as a present; you had to ask the boys.

You managed to assemble all the boys in your room, except Warren of course. Scott, Peter and Kurt were now sitting on your bed, curious about what you wanted from them.

" I need your help. I picked Warren and I have an idea for his present but it would be better if you come with me to be sure I'll pick the right thing".

" Cool! Shopping" Peter screamed and the next second he was standing next to you, his hand on his hip.

" Come, on guys, are we going or what?" he urged them.

The four of you found a sort of punk rock shop where you could buy clothes, accessories, records and everything related to this universe.

After entering the shop you directly tugged the boy in the shirts section.

" You want to buy him clothes?" Scott asked

" I know every shirts of his are alaways ripped because of his wings and he can only wear them once. So I'm going to buy him new ones and make some modifications so he wont rip them again."

They nodded and you reported your attention on the shirts in front of you.

" Now,which one do you think  he will like because I don't know which band he's into"

The guys went to work and picked many shirts representing bands like Def Leppard, Metallica, ACDC, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Guns N' Roses and many others. At the end you had at least twenty shirts in your arms, you decided to take them all.

You made a quick stop to the drugstore on your way back to the mansion to pick some leather and snaps for your modifications.

You worked really hard on the shirts. You had cut two holes in the back and sewed pieces of leather all around them so Warren's wings wouldn't cut the fabric. Then you had cut strikes from the hem of the shirts to the holes and sewed snaps all the way up so it wouldn't be too hard to pass his wings in the holes. You were really proud of your work and hope that the angel would like it. Then you wrapped them all in a white gift paper and added a giant red bow on top.

Now you just had to wait for christmas morning.

Christmas was finally here and you were woken up by Jean, who bursted your bedroom door open before jumping on your bed like a children on christmas morning, in this instant we could forget that she was a young woman.

" Wake up Y/N, it's christmas!!We have to open our presents!" she screamed

She then tugged on your arms to try and force you to get up.

" Calm down, I'm coming!" you said, rolling out of bed,still half asleep.

You put on your slippers before following the excited red haired girl to the living room where the mighty presents were.

All your friends were already gathered around the tree and looking at the presents like lions waiting to be fed.

" Hurry, we're waiting for you!" Peter said, throwing you an accusating look

" All right, I'm here"

They all jumped on the presents, screaming names every time they read a tag  on a present.

You looked around the room and spotted Warren , sitting on the couch with the same neutral expression as always, looking at your savage friends.

" Y/N!" your heard someone scream

You turned your head and saw Jubilee, holding a present.

" It's yours" she said, with the smile, handing it to you.

You took it. It was quite big . You walked to the couch and sat at the opposite end of Warren. You were looking at the present, turning it in your hands and mentally asking yourself what it could be.

" Warren!" your heard screaming

You looked up as well as the angel and you saw Jubilee again, holding the present you got him. She put it on his lap and he looked at it, his eyebrows furrowed as he observed the thing, wondering what could be inside and who bought him a present.

You'd never been as nervous as you were right now.

Everyone has their gifts and it was time to unwrap.

You kept an eye on Warren while opening your present but decided to focus on the package in your hands when he tore the paper, too scared of his reaction.

You slowly opened your present, only to discover something fluffy. You completely unwrap it and found a blanket. A really cute blanket with christmassy patterns on it. You caressed it with your hand and it was super fluffy! You then brought the blanket to your face and rubbed it on your cheek, letting out a sigh of content.

Then, you looked back at Warren , he was holding one of the shirt in front of him, and had the smallest smile youve ever seen on his lips.

If you managed to make him happy, even if it was not really noticeable you were more than satisfied.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Ororo, sayng that it was time to reveal who was whom secret santa.

Hugs and issed were exchanged everywhere as people had found out who offered them their present.

" So, who's Y/N's secret santa?" Jean asked, smirking at you.

You heard a cough from beside you.

" That might be me..." Warren mumbled

You smiled and got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him.

" Thank you so much! I love it" you said before lightly kissing his cheek.

When you pulled away you could see the pink shade that decorated his cheeks.

" How did you know about the blanket?" you asked him

" Hum... " His cheeks became more red as he was searching for an answer.

" I...I overheard you talking with Jean and...yeah..."

" Well, you couldn't find better. Thanks again" you said, finally releasing him

His cheeks were bright red and he discreetly tried to fan himself with his hand to make the red tint disappear.

" Now, who's Warren secret santa?" Jean asked

Your turned back to Warren

" I hope you like it. I brought this with the boys since I didn't know what kind of band you liked. "

" Don't worry, I love them. You even thought about the holes for my wings" he said this time the smile more perceptible on his face.

" No problem" you offered him a small smile. " If it doesn't fit, just tell me"

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

It was your turn to blush and you let out an awkward giggle.

" Let's see if they fit then" he said grabbing the shirt again, placing it on his lap.

He took off his leather jacket, then his shirt, that he almost ripped in half because of his wings.

The sigh was so good that it was impossible not to drool. His toned chest was full on display, you were sure that there wasn't any gram of fat in that body.Every one of his movements were making his arms flex and show off his muscles.  And as he finally took his shirt completely off his hair were ruffled, some golden curls falling over his eyes. He put them back in place by running his hand through it.

He took the new shirt and passed it over his head, covering his wonderful body from your eyes. You could see that he had trouble to close the snaps.

" Here, let me help you"

You gently pushed him forward so you could access to his back and closed the snaps, patting him on the lower back when it was done.

He turned to you, showing off the shirt and how it perfectly fit his perfect body.

" What do you think?" he asked

You nodded your head

" Looks good"

He put his jacket back on and leaned against the back of the couch , the small smile still playing on his lips, his eyes fixed on the shirt pile.

You did the same, and put your brand new blanket over your legs.Warren gave you a side glance and passed his arm around you to pull you into him before wrapping his wing around you.

You settled comfortably against him with your head on his chest, putting  the blanket over his lap too. A dummy smile lingered on your face as the angel leaning his head down to press a kiss to your forehead and rested his cheek on the top of your head.

-" Merry Christmas, Y/N"

-" Merry Christmas, angel"

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C i N c o

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Ivy woke up from her slumber and got dressed for school. She put on her makeup, her robes, her shoes, and brushed her hair.

She went out of her dorm and in the common room. She glanced to the bulletin board and saw the quidditch tryout results. She read through them and was pleasantly surprised to see she made the team.

Although, she did grimace as she realized Adam was a Beater with her. She wondered when her brother, Justin, would have his tryouts.3

She walked down to breakfast and sat down at the Ravenclaw table, in her usual spot next to the girls she shared a dorm with.

"Hey, Ivy," One of them said. She was the 'leader' of the group. She had platinum blonde hair. Ivy had talked to her before and was on good terms. They even shared a dorm. But they weren't best friends.

"Hello," Ivy said, trying to remember her name because she didn't want to seem rude and ask.

"Congrats on making the quidditch team. I didn't know you played quidditch," She said, smiling at Ivy. Ivy gave a smile back, her name instantly popping into her head once she spoke more with her honeyed voice. Chloe.

"So, um, I see you sit next to Sirius Black in Transfiguration. I was just wondering, could you put in a good word for me?" Chloe said, a bit awkwardly for someone who was so confident. Ivy nodded her head with a smile.

"Sure. I'll tell him today."

Chloe smiled. "Maybe you aren't so bad, Ivy," She said with a genuine smile, one that lit up her perfect face. Ivy laughed shyly. "Well, anyways, now that that's out of the way, we should hang out more. I know we're roommates, but I don't hear from you very often."3

"Yeah, sure," Ivy nodded, smiling. She was probably considered part of their clique by a lot of Hogwarts, but she wasn't as close to them as they were with each other. They ate the rest of their breakfast, talking as they did so.

Later that day, Ivy sat under the Black Lake. She had a break in between her classes and was currently writing down answers to her homework before Remus approached her.

"Hey," Ivy said as Remus's shadow blocked the sun from her, making it easier to see.

"Hi. I was wondering— well, we were wondering— if you would want to have a sleepover, as James put it." Remus asked, getting right to the point. He was exasperated in his friends' ideas, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"A— a sleepover?" Ivy asked, a smile making its way on her face. "Isn't it against the rules for a Ravenclaw to be in the Gryffindor dorms? And vice versa, of course."

Remus shrugged. "I don't know. Probably. This was Sirius Idea. But if it helps at all, we'll be able to hide you well from any students that are suspicious. And Sirius has never been one to care about rules."

"Okay. Let's do it," Ivy said, smiling. Remus nodded.

"You can go pack and stuff soon, and after dinner, we can bring you to our dorm. I'm pretty sure James and Sirius want you to do their homework." Remus said, rolling his eyes.

"Right. I will. I'll see you later, Remus," Ivy said, dismissing him. He gave a wave as he walked away.

"See you."

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Sirius dragged Ivy behind him, bringing her to their dorm. Ivy had dropped her stuff off earlier and was now going back after dinner, for their "sleepover."

The prefect said the password as all the Gryffindor students rushed in. James and Sirius were guarding Ivy as they walked back to their dorm, not letting anyone see her.

Ivy walked in their dorm and she examined the room. She could already tell who's bed was who's. Sirius had drawings and paintings stuffed under his bed, and dirty clothes and towels piled beside his bed.

James has his broom stuffed under his bed, with many other quidditch supplies and books crumpled under the small space. On his nightstand, there was a blank piece of parchment and his glasses case.

Remus was the neatest out of all of them. He had books piled in a tidy stack next to his bed, a hamper with dirty clothes in it, and a stack of clean clothes waiting to be put in a dresser, unlike Sirius who ignored the hamper and threw them on the ground.

Peter had potions homework and other things all around his bed. There were many failed assignments and random books he had borrowed from Remus.

Ivy cringed as she walked by James, Sirius, and Peter's bed. It was very, very messy. She didn't understand how Remus could stand it. At least Chloe, Jessica, and Bella kept their section of the room clean.

"Please let me clean your room," Ivy begged to the four boys. Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What do you mean? It's already clean!" He exclaimed, waving a hand around the filth he has learned to live in.2

"Oh, it's anything but clean. Okay, I'm cleaning it. I'll start with the worst." Ivy said as she walked over to Sirius's bed. "Use the hamper! Or at least ball them up like James and stuff them in a corner!"

Sirius rolled his eyes as Ivy started to clean. She took the dirty clothes and washed them, using scourgify, and took everything out from under his bed.

"These paintings are really good," Ivy said in amazement as she looked over to Sirius. He turned maroon and broke the eye contact they had.

"Yeah, I guess." He replied, fidgeting his hands. Ivy took this as an opportunity to tease him.

"Ooh, look at Sirius Black, all flustered about his art," Ivy said as she tried to bump hips with him. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah right. Me? Flustered?" He said, waving her ideas away. Ivy smiled and went back to cleaning out his area. She stacked the paintings and stacked the drawings and put them side by side under his bed. She fixed the bed so the covers weren't scrunched up, and she moved on to James's.

For his bed, she tidied up the quidditch supplied and fixed the piece of parchment and glasses so they were lined up straight.

"Why do you have a random piece of parchment on your nightstand?" Ivy asked. James made eye contact with the three other people in the room and tried to figure out an excuse.1

"Oh, nothing. It's just a piece of parchment," James said. The whole room was silent for a second.

"Can I throw it away—"

"—No!" James exclaimed too quickly as she walked over to the trash can. She raised her eyebrows.

"You're hiding something," Ivy said as she walked over to him, her eyes narrowed. A smile was on her face despite his own nervous one. James was a really bad actor.

"I bet this parchment is hiding something stupid, like all your prank ideas, and to let me see all the ideas, I have to say something," Ivy pondered out loud, pacing back and forth. "And point my wand to it. Something like "I am doing bad things," Ivy said as she pointed her wand to the piece of paper.

Ink formed on the paper. Ivy's eyes went wide as she read the messages that appeared.

Prongs would like to tell Ivy Scott that she is kind of close.

Padfoot would like to inform Ivy Scott that she just needs to say the phrase a bit differently.

Moony would like to ask if she is up to no good.

Wormtail would like to say that Ms. Ivy is very smart, and she should get it soon.

Ivy looked around at them. They all looked very nervous. Ivy felt herself smile as she tried again. "I'm up to no good."1

Prongs would like to ask if you solemnly swear it.

Padfoot says that you are the smartest who has ever come across this map. But kindly fuck off, this is a secret.8

Moony thinks you are intelligent.

Wormtail agreed with Moony and Padfoot.

Ivy grinned as she looked around at the four boys in front of her. She thought about what the people on the paper had said. "Do you solemnly swear it... this was too easy. And 'kindly fuck off, this is a secret'? Seriously?"

She cleared her throat and pointed the tip of her wand to the piece of parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Ink formed on the paper in front of her. Ivy read the words that appeared. She was astounded that they could come up with something so clever and creative, that even she had to think about it for a few minutes.

"The Marauders map... Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs." Ivy mumbled as she opened up the map with shaky hands. She read her very own name, Ivy Scott. She was in the Gryffindor dorm, next to Remus, James, Peter, and Sirius. "Holy shit! This is the most clever damn thing! I'm... impressed."

Ivy folded the map back up and handed it to James. "How do you— turn it off?"

"Mischief Managed," James spoke, as all the ink disappeared in front of her own eyes. Ivy was astounded. She never thought they could come up with something as smart as that.

"That was so clever!" Ivy said as she walked past Remus's bed and over to Peter's because there was nothing to clean in Remus's section.

"Don't tell anyone about that," Sirius said as Ivy put all Peter's dirty clothes into the laundry hamper.

"What do you think I am, a dumbass? I'm not going to tell anybody. I'm a good secret keeper. And it's not like I really have anyone to tell it to, anyways," Ivy said quickly, cleaning Peter's section. She finished after a few minutes while they chatted idly.4

"Okay, I'm done cleaning. I'll do your homework tomorrow morning if you'd like," Ivy said as she laid down on Sirius's bed. "James, why do you like Lily so much?"

James was quiet for a second before he spoke. "Well, I don't know. She's pretty. And she's nice to everyone else."

"James, she treats you like dog shit," Ivy said bluntly. Sirius let out a laugh before James glared at him and he started coughing to cover it up. "She is pretty, but seriously, she's kind of an asshole to you. I'm not telling you to not like her, I'm just saying. And James, you know one way to get her to like you? Stop bullying Severus. She is friends with him."

"I guess. She'll come around," James replied with a smirk and a shrug. Ivy scoffed.

Ivy went to change into her pajamas. She already took a shower before she arrived.

"Anyways, where will I be sleeping?" Ivy said, bouncing on her heels as she stepped out of their bathroom she just changed in.

"In my bed. I'll sleep on the floor," Remus said as Ivy scoffed and raised her arms in protest.

"No. Definitely not. You are sleeping in the bed, I'll sleep on the floor," Ivy said walking over to a portion of floor.2

"No. You're the guest," Remus said, also walking to a big section of carpet.

"The bed is gonna be empty, I'm sleeping on the floor. This comfy bed will go to waste," Ivy said as she flopped on the floor, laying down.

"Fine then," Remus said as he walked to James, waiting for her to fall asleep. After a few minutes, she was drooling slightly on the floor.

"Dumbass," Remus muttered as he picked her up and placed her in his bed, putting the covers on her. She furrowed her eyebrows for a second, about to open her eyes before rolling on her stomach and ignoring whatever had happened.5

"What a gentleman," Peter said as he walked to his bed. Remus scoffed with the roll of his eyes.

"I'm going to sleep," Remus said, grabbing a spare pillow and blanket from their closet, laying them on the floor.

"Have a comfy sleep," James said, giggling.

"Haha, really funny."

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