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Hey everyone, Moon here again with another one-shot! This one is a platonic friend group scenario with Janet, Bibi, and a shy female reader. Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you enjoy it!

One Shot – Platonic Friend Group (Janet & Bibi + Shy!Reader)

The afternoon at Starr Park was calm, though Janet could never stay still. Her excitement filled the air as she was already planning her next “big performance.” —“Girls! I’ve got the most amazing idea for a surprise show, right here, right now!” she exclaimed, already setting up her things as if it was a stage.

Bibi rolled her eyes, blowing a bubble with her gum. —“Tsk, Janet, not everyone wants to see you do flips every five minutes…” she muttered, though she was clearly amused.

Meanwhile, you lingered quietly in the back, your shyness keeping you from jumping into their conversation. It always felt hard to find the right words.

Janet noticed right away. —“Hey! Why so quiet? Come on over here, we need someone for the VIP audience!” she called, waving dramatically.

Bibi gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder. —“Relax, she doesn’t bite. Though, she does talk like she might.”

Both of them laughed, and when they saw the way you blushed, they softened their tone. Janet walked closer, her smile warm and genuine. —“Seriously, we’re glad you’re here. You don’t have to do anything—just… be you.”

Her words melted some of your nerves. Soon you were sitting with them, sharing a soda as Janet kept throwing out wild ideas and Bibi added sarcastic comments that made the three of you laugh.

Even if you didn’t say much, they never let you feel left out: Janet always asked your opinion like it was the most important, and Bibi teased you lightly to pull you into the banter.

For the first time in a while, that heavy “out of place” feeling faded away. With Janet and Bibi, you were simply part of the crew.

Well, that was fun! I’ll go finish the other request I got, and I was also thinking about starting Chapter 1 of The Unchosen Family. Stay tuned for that

May I please request Byron x reader headcanons? Fluffy or suggestive it doesn’t matter, I just need more content of him

Byron x Reader — You're Sick (and He's Soft About It)

He won't admit it, but seeing you sick makes him worry more than he should.

1. The Diagnosis (a.k.a. You sneezed near him)

Byron doesn’t panic, but the second you cough near him, he looks at you like you’ve triggered a level 10 emergency. “You’re ill.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. And before you can deny it, he’s already eyeing your symptoms and pulling out a thermometer.

2. Doctor Mode: Activated

He doesn’t ask, “How are you feeling?” Instead, he fires precise medical questions, mentally noting every detail, and starts mixing remedies like a surgeon preparing for operation. Still, in the middle of all that seriousness… he quietly drapes a blanket over your shoulders. And when you sneeze again, he mutters under his breath: “Tch… careless.” Yet he prepares a cup of herbal tea with honey, exactly the way you like it.

3. Forced Rest

He outright forbids you from leaving bed. If you try: “Where do you think you’re going?” And if you insist: “You can barely breathe through your nose and you want to do chores? Back to bed.”

He sits by you with a book in hand, like some stern guardian. He won’t admit it, but he’s there “just in case.” (In case you get dizzy. In case you need water. In case… you miss him.)

4. Quiet Affection

He’s not the hugging type. But when he sees you shivering, he simply takes your hand in his, holding it firmly. He doesn’t look at you, just keeps holding on. If you fall asleep like that, Byron won’t move an inch.

Sometimes his fingers brush against your forehead, checking your temperature. If it’s gone down, he sighs softly in relief. “Good. It’s working.” He says it like it’s nothing—but you know he’s been watching over you the whole time.

5. The Nighttime Note

Before bed, if you’re still unwell, he leaves something by your nightstand: A small bottle of medicine, a glass of water, and a neatly written note:

“Take this before you sleep. If you feel worse, call me immediately. I’ll be in the next room… not because I care. Just in case.”

Hi, you can call me Moon! This one-shot wasn’t a request It features Bo, Nita & Leon as platonic yandere figures adopting a nature-connected GN!Reader by force. Please enjoy, and let me know in the comments if you’d like me to turn it into a full fanfic!

(Bo, Nita & Leon — Platonic Yandere x GN!Reader)

The first time they appeared, they came softly. Bo spoke calmly, trying to convince you that you’d be safer with them. Nita offered you nuts and berries with her small hands, while Leon tried to joke awkwardly to make you feel comfortable.

But you rejected them. You told them you wanted nothing to do with them. That your life was in the trees, in the flowers, in the breeze slipping under your animal hood. That you needed nothing else.

That was your mistake.

The second time, there was no choice. Bo stood before you, his eyes as serious as the night sky. His voice sounded like a sentence:

“You can’t be alone anymore. We warned you.”

Nita grabbed your hand with surprising strength for her age, staring at you with innocent yet insistent eyes.

“You’re my sibling now.”

And Leon, behind you, calmly placed his camo hood over your shoulders. His smile curved sideways, almost sad.

“Better get used to it. We’re not letting you go.”

The following days felt strange.

Nita followed you everywhere, proud and clingy, calling you “big sibling.” She copied everything you did: how you picked herbs, how you walked quietly so as not to scare the animals. Sometimes she tugged at your sleeve to show you what she’d found. Other times she simply hugged you, whispering:

“I don’t want you to disappear…”

Leon, in contrast, was unbearable with his jealousy. He watched you even when you went to drink from the river, appearing from the mist like a shadow.

“Who are you talking to? The trees? The wind?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious. When you didn’t answer, he stepped closer, blocking your path until you had no choice but to look at him. “I don’t care who it is… Just look at me first. Always.”

And Bo… Bo was different. He didn’t speak much, but he was everywhere. Every time you tried to escape, he was already there, blocking your way with that terrible calmness.

“You don’t understand,” he murmured. “There’s no safer place than with us. And no matter how far you run: we’ll always find you.”

The nature you loved so much began to feel like a cage. Every firefly seemed to be watched by Nita. Every shadow in the trees hid Leon. Every silence in the forest carried Bo’s heavy gaze.

And yet… no matter how much you resisted, no matter how many times you said you didn’t want anything to do with them… every time you stumbled, got sick, or felt cold under your animal hood, they were there.

Nita covered you with her blanket. Leon slipped you food when you refused to eat. Bo kept watch as you slept, whispering words you could never quite catch.

A forced “adoption,” yes. But a family that would never let you go.

Hi again! You can call me Moon Here’s another little headcanon set, this time featuring Kenji as an overprotective dad to a tiny troublemaker like Anya from Spy x Family! Thank you so much for the request!

Kenji x Daughter!Reader — Overprotective Dad Headcanons

"You have no idea what danger is. And he has no idea how to let go."

1. Baby Tornado

You’re small. Curious. And totally reckless. You’ll get into trouble with anyone or anything: enemy squads, mysterious animals, or even questionable cookies. You're sure you can handle it. Kenji? Not so much.

Kenji is soft 99% of the time... But when it comes to your safety? He becomes a walking fortress.

2. His Protective Reflexes

Someone looks at you weird? He steps in front of you immediately.

You trip and scrape your knee? He carries you home like your leg's been broken.

You sneeze once? No going outside for three days.

He tries to teach you about danger… but you're too busy poking things. “You can’t pet Kit, sweetie—he bites.” “But he’s fluffy…” He sighs. Loudly. Every day.

3. Parental Threats (of Love)

He sneaks little notes into your lunchbox like: “Be strong, eat well, stay safe—or I’m quitting my job and becoming your full-time shadow.”

You think he’s joking. He’s not.

He gives you piggyback rides everywhere. Not because you're tired. But because he doesn’t trust the ground. Or the wind. Or literally anything that gets near his precious child.

Bedtime = Tactical Debriefing

He reads you bedtime stories. But halfway through, the fairy tales turn into weird safety lessons: “…and the hero defeated the monster, but only because he remembered his emergency milk, his safety whistle, and his monster-proof boots.”

5. Trouble Magnet

No matter what… you always end up in some kind of trouble. Like the time you tried to become a spy like your favorite cartoon. You locked yourself in a janitor’s closet with a raccoon. Kenji found you laughing with it, calling it your “mission partner.”

6. The Dad Part

At the end of the day, you still run into his arms yelling “Daaaaad!!” And he melts. Every single time.

Even when he grounds you for something truly dangerous, he sneaks you your favorite snack and reads to you until you fall asleep.

One night, you whispered: “You’re like a superhero.” And he smiled and said: “No. I’m just your dad. And that’s a thousand times more important.”

First of all, thank you so much for your sweet comment and for the request! <3 I’m really happy you enjoyed the Draco headcanons—it truly means a lot to me.

Here’s one for Gray! Our boy deserves some love too. I’ll be working on Byron’s next, so stay tuned!

This was Moon, signing off~ 🌙

Gray x Reader — Secret Date Headcanons

Gray isn’t cold—he just has no idea how to show what he feels. But when it comes to you? You make him feel everything, all at once.

(gn!reader | fluff | soft gray behavior)

🕰️ 1. The Invitation

Gray isn't exactly great at showing emotions. It’s not that he doesn’t feel—he just doesn’t know how to express them. But when it comes to you, it’s like a storm inside him. He wants to be near you. Spend time with you. Maybe even go on a date. But how would he ask you? Well… he didn’t have to. You did. He accepted almost instantly—on one condition: No one must know.

🚉 2. The Meeting Spot

Time? 7 PM.

Place? A strange one for a date: an old, abandoned train station. It didn’t scream romance… but to Gray, it was private. Safe. Special.

When you arrived, he was already there. What you didn’t know was that he had been preparing the place all afternoon—waiting, adjusting, trying to make every detail perfect. But when he saw you, he panicked a little. He quickly hid his hands behind his back—poorly concealing a small, awkwardly held bouquet of flowers. He stared off into the distance, pretending not to notice how fast his heart was racing.

🌌 3. The Date

He guided you to a quiet corner of the station, where he’d set up a small picnic:

Two thermoses—one with tea, and the other with what he hoped was your favorite drink. If he got it right, he caught your smile. If he didn’t, well... he tried—and that made you smile anyway.

A big umbrella draped with tiny lights.

A small jar full of fireflies glowing softly between you. (Maybe he caught them himself just for the atmosphere.)

🎩 4. Nervous Reactions

If anyone so much as walks by, he tenses. His shoulders straighten, his jaw locks, and he pulls his hat down low. Sometimes, he even teleports a few meters away—hiding behind a bench or post—then reappears quietly when the coast is clear. You know he’s not ashamed of being with you. He’s just scared of ruining something that feels too good to be real.

💬 5. Quiet Affection

You don’t talk much during the date—but you don’t need to. His actions say it all:

He hands you napkins before you even ask.

He pours your drink first.

He gently brushes your hair aside (only if you’re comfortable with that).

And when you laugh? He doesn’t join in loudly. He just lowers his gaze, smiles softly, and looks off like the bricks of the old station are suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

🌙 6. The Goodbye

As the night comes to an end, he quietly offers you his coat. He disappears just as gently as he arrived. But later, as you slide your hand into the coat pocket, you find a small note:

“Thank you for coming. Promise me this date stays our little secret... at least, for now.”

Just a small reminder: English is not my first language ^^' I’m constantly fighting with grammar videos, translation tools, and even spell checkers lol.

✨ Draco x Reader — A day in his life (Routine Headcanons)

ᨒ ོ ☼ MORNING 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.

Draco isn’t exactly a morning person. If anyone tries to wake him up early, they’ll be met with a groan. If you try to get out of bed before 10 a.m., good luck—he’ll just pull you closer and wrap his arms around you tighter, mumbling something like “Five more minutes… with you.”

His imagination tends to work against him. When you don’t answer his messages, his mind spirals into wild scenarios—usually involving magical beings or you getting stolen by some "mystic rival." His jealousy is dramatic, but deep down, it just means he misses you.

He walks around shirtless, messy-haired, and in pajamas (if you’re lucky—otherwise, just boxers), looking like a sleepy dragon himself. He leans on the doorframe, just watching you get ready with a sleepy smirk. “Damn… lucky me.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 MIDDAY ⋆˚꩜｡

Cooking? Not his thing. If you don’t make lunch, he’s already opening a food delivery app. Though he does try to bribe you with texts like: “Make me lunch and I’ll let you pick the movie tonight… or whatever we do on the couch”

While you cook, he plays guitar right there in the kitchen, knocking into cups and ignoring every fragile object in sight. He doesn’t care—he just loves hearing your laugh when he breaks something (even if he has to clean it after).

If you go out or stop texting, he gets jealous fast. He’ll flop onto the couch with a pout, staring at his inflatable dragon like it’s his therapist: “She’s probably with that loser Fang. He always reacts to her pics… bet he thinks he’s funny.”

₊˚⛅.ೃ࿔*:🌻･ AFTERNOON ☼.°༄

He trains and practices "cool poses" in front of the mirror—says it's for his concerts, but if you’re watching, he doubles his effort.

When you visit, he puts on a whole show: spins his guitar around, flexes a little, winks, and goes: “Lookin’ stronger, huh? Just so you know, I’m the only one who gets to protect you.”

⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆ NIGHT ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

His favorite time of the day. He takes you up to a rooftop with his inflatable dragon, drapes his jacket over your shoulders, and lies next to you talking about his day. You listen as you both stare at the stars.

If you point out one you like, he quietly snaps a photo of it and saves it in a special folder with your name on it. Because for Draco, every night with you deserves to be remembered.