#denmark x reader

“I’m Mathias.” He held out a hand for him to shake. The other folded their arms. “(F/N)’s boyfriend.”

“And?” 

The Dane lowered his hand.

It was disheartening to be spoken to like this, but he couldn’t jump the gun just yet.

“I just wanted to drop these off for her. Talk for a bit.” He muttered, leaning to the side to peer into the apartment. Allen narrowed his eyes and followed suit, blocking his line of sight. “Is she home?” 

“No. And, no, I don’t know when she’s coming back. So you should just leave those on the dining table.”

“I actually wanted to give these to her in person,” Mathias chuckled through a frown. This guy was crass, but he was just as tenacious. “That’s okay, though. I can just wait in the hall.” 

“Woah, what?” Allen shook his head. It was too late for objections when the other wandered off to find a spot to sit. He glowered at him, crouched over the carpet like a scolded dog, and scoffed in disbelief.

“Dude. You can’t just stay outside our apartment. Loitering is a crime, you know?” 

“Like you care about the law,” Amelia brushed past him. She’d been wondering what all the fuss was all about. Having her suspicions confirmed only called for a much-deserved sigh. “I think you’re better off going home, Mathias. You should just call her.”

He gave her an unwilling stare.

“Yeah, and we’ll hold onto those flowers for you.” Allen cupped a hand around his mouth and leaned into Amelia’s ear. “Ames, get the compost.” 

Business was slow at the bar, making for a relaxed shift. But your night wasn’t ending on a peaceful note like you hoped.

Your apartment door was wide open, hushed voices argued inside, and your boyfriend was sitting outside looking as lost as ever. The flowers in his lap made everything click—he showed up at the worst possible moment and made quite the show.

“I swear, there’s never a boring day with you.” You released his hand, spinning to him. Here in the local laundromat, you could talk to Mathias in peace. “Why did you show up out of the blue like that?”

“You didn’t answer my calls.” He frowned. Your face contorted with understanding, then exasperation. “I thought you were ignoring me.”

“I was working.” You sighed, taking the bouquet from his hands. It took you everything to stifle a defeated laugh. One night without talking was all Mathias needed to give in and chase you down.

And for that, he caused quite the scene.

“I was gonna call you back when I got home.”

“I was nervous.” Seeing how red he flushed had you hugging him instantly. This man was hopeless. He returned the embrace without hesitation, almost as if to agree with that thought. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” You whispered, digging your fingers into his back. He buried his face into your neck. There was something different about him, and you wanted to believe it with every ounce of your being. “But I really wanna trust you, Mat.”

He understood everything you could have meant by those words. And the weight of the truth widened his eyes with unparalleled sadness.

“So help me out here.”

When he saw the way you looked at him, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you until you got sick of him. Making up like this was routine; it wasn’t your proudest habit, but you were crazy about him.

“Kæreste,” He murmured, flickering his baby blues up to you. Mathias was sitting in a chair, letting you tend to his injuries after a gruesome fight.

His shoulders, chest and back were blotched with bruises and burns, but it was nothing a cold compress couldn’t fix. Either way, the audience got what they paid for, and it was all at the expense of the boxers featured that night.

“What does it mean when someone calls you Snow White?”

You slowed your movements and slumped a little. He watched your expression with soft, attentive eyes.

“It’s something rude,” You continued, dabbing an ice cube on his bottom lip. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But what does it mean?”

“It means you should stop listening to them,” You sat on his lap. His arms went around you on instinct. As you spoke, he pressed his head to your chest like it belonged there. “It’s better you don’t know.”

Mathias never grew out of the habit of asking so many questions. But his faith in your judgment always outweighed his curiosity.

“Okay,” He closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh. “But I think I’m pinker than I am white.”

“That’s why you keep getting nosebleeds,” You smiled gently, leaning down to catch his lips. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, each lick and bite getting his heart to race faster and faster. It wasn’t long before his hands were up your shirt, but it didn’t feel right when they were anywhere else.

Once he was tonguing you down, his face was perfectly red. And his nose, bleeding like a faucet.

“I’m not trying to pry.” Allen kept his eyes on the road as he pulled into a parking lot. Amelia was in the backseat with Bob in the booster, and you were in the passenger seat beside him, chewing your lip as the other twin gave you their version of a lecture.

“But that Mathias guy? Come on, now.”

You turned away from him.

“Who waits outside of an apartment?” He scoffed, narrowing his eyes in disapproval. “That’s what people do before breaking and entering. I don’t know about you, but that’s a huge red flag.”

“You’ve barely even met him.” You frowned. In all honesty, you expected Allen to blow up after meeting Mathias for the first time. It was surprising he was arguing about this with an inside voice.

“You’re being judgemental.”

“I’m not being judgemental! I’m like the least judgemental person there is. I’m actually pretty understanding,” He raised his brows, nodding. “Ames, I’m pretty understanding, aren’t I?”

“Depends.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “But you are pretty judgemental about guys.”

“What?” Allen gawked at her.

He turned to you again. Unfortunately, your interest in the conversation was long gone; your arms were folded as you stared out the window. Defeated and at a loss for words, he scoffed a few times.

“I don’t get it.” He shook his head. “I thought you two would’ve agreed with me.”

The rest of the journey was short but silent.

When Allen found a spot to park outside the strip mall, you helped Amelia gather her things before leaving with her. He watched from afar, troubled by how distant you were.

“Are you okay?” Amelia asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled and took a deep breath. “I just don’t know what to say to him.”

“Me neither. And people say I don’t have a filter.”

“You two talking shit about me?” Allen grumbled. For someone with such a loud character, he could be undetectable when he wanted to be.

“Yeah. We were just saying how annoying you were.” Amelia quipped, elbowing him in the chest.

“Agh—” He glared at her.

“Pussy.”

Allen cooled down before turning to you.

“Listen, (F/N). I’m not trying to sabotage your relo’s or anything. I’m being like this ‘cause I wanna look out for you.” He sighed, bringing you in for a hug from the side. “You know that.”

“I do know that,” You muttered, settling into his arm. “But what if I don’t want you looking over my shoulder all the time?”

His brows twitched together.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that maybe I wanna do something without you worrying so much.” You skipped in front of him.

Allen flattened his lips. Now that you put it that way.

“Don’t--don’t say it like that,” He sighed, taking your hand in his. “You can do anything you want in the world, just not mess around with questionable guys.”

“And not drink, smoke, do drugs, break curfew—”

“Dude. Those are the bottom line.”

“I’m just saying,” Amelia bounced Bob and walked ahead. “(F/N)’s got a point. You have to stop micro-managing.”

“Do you think I’m micro-managing?” Allen asked you.

“A little.”

He winced.

“You’re not our dad, okay?” You laughed.

“Well, I’m the best you got, okay?”

The atmosphere made a quick change to something warm and familiar. Going grocery shopping together only cemented that.

As much as you missed Allen as a person, the little things also made you happy he was back.

“Aw, fuck yeah! I missed this ugly place,” He laughed, walking into Whole Foods. A wide smile lit up his face when he took in his surroundings. Seeing the many displays of fresh produce was all he needed to run to the trolleys. “Everything’s on me tonight!”

His childlike excitement for something so mundane was a strange sight to behold. Nobody had seen a grown man so thrilled about self-serve bars or the ‘build your own açaí bowl’ section.

But mundane was everything he missed.

Everyone leaned against the hood of his car while he tore through the groceries. He was powering through a tray of chocolate strawberries like nothing.

You and Amelia stood watch, sharing the same thought. It was comforting to have Allen around again, even if it was expensive.

“Oh yeah,” He stuffed a whole tart into his mouth and munched away, moaning at the taste. “When we get home, let’s have a fucking buffet or something. Mm. I wanna have chili, stirfry, pizza—just pretty much everything we bought, you know?”

“Wanna call the neighbors over, then?” You suggested. He had been rummaging through one of the shopping bags when he stopped moving. “Benicio’s been asking about you.”

“He has?” He lit up.

“The whole building has, actually.” Amelia added.

A child no older than seven stood outside your apartment door.

Allen dropped everything in his hands to get to him; a hand of bananas and a can of chickpeas. You snuck a few glances, each one making your smile grow wider. It used to be Allen who picked up and dropped off the building’s kids.

His absence was tough on everyone, but seeing him pick up where he left off felt like letting go of a breath you’ve been holding.

“Hey, buddy. How you doing?” He began, lowering himself to a crouch. “You wanna help us put away the groceries? We’re setting up a party right now.”

Half the apartment showed up that night.

When the last guests took their leave, everyone gathered in the living room to relax and unwind.

“So, what did they even feed you in prison?” You asked, glancing his way as you sat on the couch.

His face twitched just the slightest, but he didn’t hesitate to answer.

“You don’t wanna know.”

Allen didn’t have the guts to tell you two his application didn’t go through. Only anecdotes of his experiences in his orange uniform. Some of them were hilarious, disgusting, or downright shocking.

By the time the movie ended, you were blinking back tears listening to him.

“How was I supposed to know you can’t talk back? Right? Isn’t that how a conversation works?” He shook his head grimly. “But apparently, you’re not supposed to. But I kept doing it. And maybe I called the guard a piece of shit, but how is that...”

He faltered a touch as he recalled the painful memories. Solitary confinement was one thing, but being dehumanized was another.

“... How is that deserving of going to the hole?”

He laughed dryly while you wiped your eyes.

“You get a room to yourself, which is cool. But you don’t really feel alone when you hear everybody else.” Allen grimaced. “The fucking crazies, I tell you. They would scream and cry all night.”

Amelia hugged Allen before going to her bedroom.

It took a lot to express affection to her brother, and speaking it was even harder, but you were more open about that. So here you were, hugging him like your life depended on it.

“It really sucked being there,” He covered you with his arms, shielding you from your surroundings. “Being mixed in with the scum of the Earth means nobody cares to tell the difference.”

Allen eventually agreed to tolerate Mathias. He wasn’t thrilled to let another man into the circle again, but he figured he had to trust you on this. You were just glad he would finally stop hovering.

“Woah. Who’s the leather jacket badass?” Gilbert piped, staring at the trio down the road. You were a frequent visitor, Amelia, a seldom one, but the dark and broody guy accompanying you both? He was a perfect stranger. “Did you piss her off that much?”

“What? No.” Mathias shot him a look.

He watched you in the distance, frowning ever so slightly when Allen kissed you on the head; that tattoo on his forearm sure checked out.

“That’s Amelia’s brother,” He answered, throwing on a sweatshirt from his duffel bag. He’d worked up a sweat, and he hoped to hide it before he showered. “He’s supposed to be (F/N)’s brother too.”

“Hm,” The other turned to him. “That’s even worse.”

The Dane couldn’t linger on any of those things. Not when you started running towards him, calling his name—hearing your voice had him forgetting everything he wanted to forget.

“Mat!”

He caught you in a warm embrace, bringing you so close that he could feel the thumping in your chest. You were so excited to see him, and the thought enraptured him with joy.

“Geez, you stink!”

“I missed you too.” He laughed, pressing his cheek to your head. Somehow, smelling like the men’s locker room didn’t faze you. But it was Mathias, so what should’ve repulsed you became irresistible.

Allen just caught up, and seeing his disgruntled expression was almost encouraging. Before you wandered too far, Mathias pulled you in and brushed his lips over your cheek. The action was so subtle, it couldn’t have been anything more than a pure display of affection.

“Mat,” You pushed him off. “That tickles.”

In truth, it was meant to overwrite the one before.

“Did you come to pick me up?”

“Yeah. We all wanted to see your fight today.” You explained, glancing back at the twins. One of them was doing a terrible job hiding their thoughts, causing your smile to fade. “I hope that’s okay with you.”

The Dane shrugged.

“Nah, that’s all good. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Allen repeated, looking him in the eye. Mathias didn’t falter, which didn’t sit right with him at all. He was either dumb, stupid, or had the balls to test him.

And he’d find out which one tonight.

The starting bell rang, indicating the start of the match. The spectators cheered relentlessly at the two boxers circling each other. Shirtless and under the spotlight, Mathias’s well-muscled body was there for the audience to behold.

“Come on, Mat!” You called. “You got this!”

“Beat his ass!” Amelia shouted.

“Twist his dick!” Allen yelled, earning a few looks from the surrounding seats. He shook his head. “What? Are jokes illegal now?”

Mathias threw a few practice swings in the air. Otherwise, he kept his gloved fists tightly packed in front of his face. Allen stood up slowly.

He’d seen this before.

If he wasn’t wrong, this was the ‘peek-a-boo’ style. Only the most professional boxers used this fighting stance. Fast, explosive, and exciting, it required a great deal of energy to keep up.

The boxers swung at each other, landing blow after blow until they were both black and blue.

Every single punch Mathias threw was packed with insane power and speed; it was impressive he still had the energy to bounce on his feet. To see him in action was humbling, shocking, even, but Allen had yet to witness the highlight of the match.

The Dane rolled his shoulders and raised his gloved fists, ready to strike. Before his opponent could anticipate it, he punched him square in the face, knocking his head back. Blood sprayed from their nose, but that was hardly a deterrent from knocking him out in the most ruthless combo yet.

He landed jabs, uppercuts, and a mean left hook.

His movements were so fierce and carnal, it was hard to believe in the golden retriever persona presented to him in the past. Mathias seemed to shed those traits entirely to reemerge as a wolf in the ring.

The contrast was so jarring, Allen was speechless. 

Just who was this guy?

When he raised his fists, he flexed his shoulders until they bulged. Without warning, he let forth a relentless series of punches.

Sweat flew off his arms in the direction of his jabs. He was in the zone–all he could think about was the cracking of the sandbag, the stink of the gym mat, and the burn. When he cooled down, he dented the sandbag in several places.

Then, he found the grit to do it all over again.

In a boxing match, this happened several times before somebody got K.O’ed. And it was the best kind of entertainment in these parts.

“Let’s go, Mat!”

A ring of young men shouted encouragingly at the two fighters circling each other. Mathias was one of them, and his muscles were rippling with every hop, flex, and practice swing. Sweat dripped from his chin as he studied his opponent’s movements.

They were slow and sluggish; this was his chance.

He rose his gloved fists with an intensely focused stare. Before his opponent could anticipate anything, he decked him across the jaw.

Their mouthguard flew out in a spray of saliva.

In a matter of seconds, they were down on the mat.

“That was sick.” One of his friends exclaimed by his side. The rest of the boxing club followed him out of the gym like disciples. “What the hell did they feed you back in Denmark, man?”

“Pork?”

Gilbert laughed and patted his back.

“Okay. Whatever you say, Mat.”

Mathias shrugged and flashed him an unassuming smile. The sea of students, most of them athletes and jocks, made lively exchanges as they poured into the hall. One of them even ruffled his hair before parting ways.

“Awesome fight today, man.”

But it wasn’t their support he was looking for; it was yours. He’d been hoping you were watching through the window the whole time, if not, waiting to congratulate him. It happened before, and it became an expectation he refused to let go of.

“Mat? You there?”

When the crowd thinned out, you were nowhere in sight. A pang of disappointment shot through him, and his smile faltered.

“Earth to Mathias.” Gilbert waved a hand over his absent eyes.

Mathias reasoned you had work, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

“Dude, are you having a stroke or something?”

The Dane shook his head to regain his focus.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was just saying I was about to go. I’ve got a few errands to run for the nerd club.” Gilbert pinched his shirt to emphasize the ‘may the source be with you’ text. “But yeah, I’ll catch you later.”

“Sure. I’ll see you on Friday.” He rubbed his head.

His friend ran off, leaving him to his lonesome.

Time to find her, Mathias thought.

When he first arrived as an international student, he struggled with making friends. Language barriers lived up to their name, and his mediocre English didn’t bode well for his social aspirations, let alone first impressions.

The first time you ever saw Mathias was at the local laundromat. He’d been nodding off while his clothes tumbled in the washing machine.

He had a bruised cheek and busted lips. He was even drooling in his sleep.

Mathias was an imperfect stranger, a man you scrutinized with judgement. He was a little shy back then, so he couldn’t even explain himself.

So you only assumed the obvious. He was just another neighborhood loony with anger issues. That same loony showed up at your bar the next day, and by then, a black eye had developed.

You set down a glass of sparkling yellow liquid in front of him. He glanced up and smiled in thanks. You kept cleaning, unbothered to disturb the silence. But it wasn’t long before someone else did.

“Hey, pal.”

Mathias looked up with a foam ring around his mouth.

“Did you get the license number?”

He frowned, unsure of how to respond.

“Of the truck that ran over your face?”

They burst into a fit of heavy laughter, slapping the countertop. Your movements slowed when you heard it. What a dick.

“Hey. I’m talking to you.”

The Dane continued with his beer and paid him no mind. And to be flat-out ignored wasn’t on the drunk asshole’s agenda tonight.

“What, are you mute or something?” They leaned in.

You stopped wiping down the counter.

“Or are you retarded?”

There it was.

“Sir, I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave.”

“You can’t make me leave. I’m a paying customer.” They snapped.

You reached for the phone discretely.

“If you’re being abusive to our staff or other customers, we reserve the right to remove you from our business.” You glowered. The man flashed you a smug smile and followed your movements with their eyes.

“Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna make me? Huh? You can’t. I’m bigger than you, toots.”

“But the police can.”

They snatched your arm with untold aggression.

“I don’t think so.”

“Let me—” You tugged your hand. “—go!”

In the next two seconds, Mathias had slammed his glass down and grabbed the guy’s wrist.

“Oi! Hands off, you fucking asshole!”

It happened so fast, you never even saw him move. And he wore a glare so menacing, it was shocking to think he was the same quiet pacifist moments ago.

But perhaps, you’ve misjudged him.

You tore away from the man’s crummy hand. Without a second thought, you dialed 911 with frantic presses on the number pad.

“Motherfu–”

Mathias never let go of his wrist.

He squeezed it harder and harder until a ‘pop’ went off. You watched it all unfold with a look of horror. Before he could do any more, you dropped the phone and raced to his side.

“He’s not worth it.” You insisted.

He walked you home that night. When you arrived at your apartment, he stumbled out an eager introduction. Mathias, he said his name was. He spoke so fast that the sentence sounded like one long, convoluted word. He sunk his head into his neck as if to recoil from embarrassment.

“So you can talk,” You laughed.

Mathias’s mouth opened, but he forgot how to use it. Fortunately, you weren’t here to tease him.

“Thank you for what you did tonight, Mathias.”

“It’s no problem.” He smiled. “He was rude.”

“I’m not gonna let you run off without a way to make up for it. So if you need anything, give me a call.” You scribbled something on a note and stuck it into his breast pocket. He understood it as a kind gesture, but his face went red nonetheless.

“Like an ice pack, maybe.”

He had a nosebleed earlier in the day, but on his way home, it returned with vengeance.

To say he took your words for granted would’ve been an understatement. Mathias called, and frequently too. Somewhere down the line, he started asking about the most trivial things–groceries, gas, or even the scratching noises in his walls.

“Hi,” Mathias spoke into the phone. He gazed out of his bedroom window as he waited for your response.

“... Mathias?” You murmured, rolling over under your blanket. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“... So, why did you call me?”

“I can’t call you?” A smile crept onto his lips.

“It’s two AM.”

“But you’re not asleep.”

“That’s irrelevant.” You rolled your eyes. “If you don’t get straight to the point, I’m gonna hang up.” A brief silence followed, but you never made a move to end the call. Something compelled you to listen to him.

“Does there have to be a point?”

You hung up. You never realized how fast your heart was beating until the silence.

The dull beeps of the empty line filled his ear.

He lowered the phone. He didn’t call again that night, but the message was clear. He wanted something you weren’t prepared to give yet. But Mathias was as tenacious as he was charming.

Phone calls and unannounced visits turned into planned dates and sleepless nights.

Mathias had your clothes folded up on his bed.

Aside from a shirt, there were a few intimates as well. Their casual placement was a stark reminder of how deeply involved you were with him, as well as how you got together with him in the first place—he could push his luck time and time again, but everything he did felt so right.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your fight.”

After washing up, you were both back in his bedroom. His mouth was on your neck, peppering eager kisses up to your jaw. And his arms, secured around you like a vice.

“Mm. That’s okay. Just come to my match this coming Friday.” Mathias hovered his face in front of yours expectantly. When he saw the reluctance in your eyes, he sighed and moved his hands to your face. “Can’t come? Do you have work again?”

“No, actually.” You leaned into his touch and continued in a soft murmur. “I have to pick up my friend. But I’m sorry I keep missing them, Mat. I really wish I could come.”

He closed his eyes and hugged you tighter. It was always like this. His schedule never aligned with yours, and time together was reduced to a weekly basis. He was lucky you could even stay over tonight, so he didn’t want to linger on how sore he was. But Mathias was sensitive.

“That’s okay.” He smiled gently.

You dug a hand through his hair and stared at him quietly. His face was red, and the look in his eyes told you he was anything but okay.

“Mathias.” You pecked his cheek. “You can be honest with me. I know you’re upset.”

“I just wish we could see each other more,” He finally grumbled, lowering his head into your chest. “Like, why can’t we just live together? Why can’t you live here with me?”

“We’ve been through this, Mat. I can’t move out. You know that.” You patted his hair. Mathias wanted to cover his ears. He knew damn well why you couldn’t leave your apartment, and he wished he wasn’t so understanding. Otherwise, he would’ve just done what he pleased.

“My friends and I are in a tight spot. But once we’re doing better, I would.”

“Yeah.” He muttered. After a few moments, he straightened up and showed a floaty smile. Hearing the words always did wonders, but they were only sweet nothings. After tonight, he’d go back to yearning. And there was nothing worse than wanting more.

“Then we can get our own place. Somewhere that’s far away from everyone we know.”

The constant ache fueled your insatiable appetites for each other, making one activity the most addicting of all.

His torso was glazed with a shiny sheen of sweat. Beads of it dripped from his jaw and chin. Mathias had been pounding you into the mattress for the past hour, but his fiendish appetite couldn’t be satisfied.

He used up all three of his condoms, which he tied up and abandoned on his nightstand. Running out of protection couldn’t stop him, however. He promised to pull out in time, and you made the mistake of trusting him.

He held your thighs apart as he thrust relentlessly into you, forcing you to take his impressive cock. Sex with him was rough, thorough, and exhausting, but the intimacy of connecting with him made it worth the discomfort.

Especially when it melted into pleasure.

You threw your head back and moaned when he slid himself all the way in. Mathias was big, but he always aroused you enough for it to work. Even then, you still trembled from how deep he went.

To feel him raw was one thing, but you could barely handle his dick when he went down to his balls.

Watching your legs shake was so hot, it pushed him to an instant climax.

He let out a throaty groan and plunged himself all the way in. He was so turned on, he couldn’t even think. All he knew was the aching need to keep moving, to ride out his orgasm until every last drop of it was released. Strong jets of cum filled you up in waves.

You felt every jerk and twitch of his cock as he ejaculated, but the burning heat was what snapped you out of your daze.

He just came inside you.

“What the fuck, Mat?” You shoved him off.

He slipped out and stumbled backward.

“I’m sorry.” His face fell. Mathias was red with shame, and it did nothing to soothe your anger. But your anger couldn’t only be for him; it was also for yourself. It was a terrible decision made under the haze of lust. “I’ll get you plan B. Just stay here, okay?”

“No,” You stood up and walked to the bathroom. His semen dripped down your legs with every step you took, making you wince. “I need to go home.”

“What?” He breathed. His heart sank deeper into his stomach the longer you ignored him. He resorted to following you to the door, which you shut in his face. “But—”

The faucet turned on. Mathias’s face scrunched up with unbearable sadness. You couldn’t just leave, could you? He hadn’t seen you all week, and he had no idea when he’d see you again either. The thoughts ran through his mind until he couldn’t bear it.

“I messed up, I know. Let me make it up to you.” He leaned against the door. “I’m sorry.”

As much as he wanted you to stay, he couldn’t stop you from packing your things and leaving. He understood your frustration, but your unrelenting adamance to leave caught him off guard.

He dug his hands through his hair and fought back angry tears—he fucked up, and he didn’t know what was on your mind.

You bought your pill on the way home.

Once you arrived in front of your apartment, you knocked on the front door and waited anxiously for an answer. Amelia answered the door a few seconds later.

“I fucked up.”

You never elaborated on the what, only the who. You were too ashamed to tell her the truth, but she found out nonetheless. The box containing the pill slipped out of your bag when you put it down. You were lucky she only gave you a long and heated lecture.

“Fuck you, and fuck Mathias. I didn’t have any expectations from him, but I expected way more from you.” She fumed. You hung your head, unable to look her in the eye.

She held up Bob, her three-month-old, who miraculously stayed asleep during the conversation.

“Did this not scar you enough? Did you suddenly forget the bane of our existence?”

“I’m sorry.” You blinked back your tears. She stretched her eyes when she caught them, but not out of frustration. Amelia had a habit of crying whenever you did, and this touchy subject was deserving of sympathy as it was anger. “I don’t have any excuses. But I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for me, be sorry for yourself.” She sighed sharply, placing Bob back into his crib. While she tucked him in, she continued in rapid-fire speech. “I’ll admit I’m pretty pissed, knowing you went ahead and fucked around so recklessly even after what happened to me–to us–but I’d be a hypocrite for blaming you for everything.”

You finally glanced up, and her face you expected to be red from irritation was contorting with unbridled sadness. Your guilt amassed when you watched her crumble, but you hugged her regardless.

“It’s not like I didn’t do this before,” Amelia returned it with a tight squeeze. The embrace drove the nail in, making you two burst into tears. “But I’d hate for the same thing to happen to you.”

Amelia was the one who ended up with a kid and a no-show. Her brother punched the said no-show, which was how he ended up in prison in the first place. What you risked was a slap in the face to both of them. But at the end of the day, it was all on you.

And for that, they would be worried sick.

Whether she wanted to stay mad or not, a grudge was the last thing she wanted to hold against you; you were the only family she had in the present. Her brother had yet til Friday to return, and a warm reunion was ideal.

“That’s what I’m saying! Everyone is religious when they’re about to die.” Amelia pointed a spoon at you. Quiet chatter filled the ice cream parlor, making her voice the loudest.

“I mean, what are you supposed to pray to when you fall off a building? Air resistance?”

You laughed so hard that your paper hat slipped off.

“And what did Allen say? That he’s too busy finding a way to survive to care about the afterlife?” You rose your brows, giving your ice cream a lick.

“Literally. Word for word.” She dug through her cup. “That dumbass thinks he’s Tom Cruise or something. And look where that attitude ended him up in.”

You covered your mouth to stifle another laugh.

“Prison. He ends up in prison.”

Allen charged forward and body-slammed a guy twice his size. They staggered back a few steps before shoving him back. Other inmates surrounded them in a ring, pumping their fists and screaming hysterically like they were at a Pentecostal church.

It was nothing like a college boxing club.

They could kick, spit, and fight dirty to climb the ranks of the political ladder in prison. There was always a social hierarchy, even among the scum of the Earth. But Allen wasn’t here to clash heads.

He only wanted to go out with a bang.

And he did exactly that by punching his opponent square in the face. They recoiled and held their bleeding nose. That shut everyone up.

He’d never heard a silent quite this loud.

When they glanced up again, a wide grin was plastered across their face.

“I’m gonna miss you, man.”

Allen left prison with a big smile. His criminal record could wait; he was too hyped over being released to care. He could finally see his family again, and that prospect outweighed any possible setback.

He made his way down an escalator giddily.

In big bold letters, he read Welcome home from prison, bro! on a huge poster. Surrounding that were ridiculous headshots of his face, which were cut out and pasted on with Elmer’s glitter glue.

“Really, guys?” Allen walked over, visibly unamused. Amelia and you bounced on the spot while laughing hysterically. “You just had to put my pictures on this.”

“You would’ve ignored us if we didn’t.” You beamed.

“Well, yeah. I have to chuck this so you don’t keep waving it around.” He grumbled, taking it from your hands to toss it in a nearby trashcan. When he returned, you practically plowed into his arms. He caught you in a tight hug and smiled gently.

“I missed you.” You screwed your eyes shut.

“I missed you too, doll.” Allen sighed, kissing you on the head. “So, was this your idea or what? I have a feeling it was Amelia’s...”

“Well, duh.” She murmured. “I had to make the most out of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“An opportunity for what?”

“It’s not every day your brother gets out of prison.”

“You’re saying that like it’s my home.” Allen squinted.

“I mean, it was, for a year.”

They stared for a few quiet moments before wrestling each other. You watched on with a fond smile as their roughhousing calmed into a tight hug.

“I seriously missed you.”

“Me too, Ames.”

They loosened their arms and pulled away slightly.

“What are you standing around looking stupid for?” They both chorused at you. “Get your ass in here.” You scuffled in eagerly to form a group hug. It felt so good to be a trio again. It was too bad a sentimental reunion had to be cut short.

After a quick lunch together, everyone had to part ways. Amelia had to pick up Bob from the neighbors, you had work, and Allen needed to get his affairs in order. He collected his car, deep-cleaned it, and went for a drive. Before he went home, he used a payphone to schedule an appointment to restart his social security.

Settling back into society wasn’t gonna be easy.

“You named your kid Bob?” Allen picked up the child from their crib. His sister was in the kitchen preparing baby formula, and you were still out. “The fuck kinda name is that?”

“I dunno. We didn’t know what to call him, so we started calling him that. It just stuck with us.”

“Fair enough.” He put him back down.

He hadn’t been around for a year, so he figured there were some changes he needed to get used to.

“So, where’s (F/N)? Shouldn’t she be home by now?”

“She works night shifts now.” Amelia walked over to the crib with a bottle in hand.

“I didn’t know Baskin-Robbins opened late.”

“They don’t.” She gave it a shake. “She’s taken on a job as a bartender. Somebody had to pay the bills.”

“Oh.” Allen frowned. Before he got incarcerated, rent was a three-person job. Without him pulling his weight, you took on his part of the workload. “Must be rough. Is she doing okay?”

Amelia sighed.

“I don’t know, honestly. I wish we could help, but—”

“—you have a kid.” Allen cut in.

“—and you just got out of prison,” Amelia replied.

A brief silence ensued.

“Yeah.” They murmured simultaneously.

Ten minutes later, they heard a knock on their door. They both lit up, figuring it was the subject of their conversation just now.

“I’ll get it.” Allen jumped over the couch and ran to it. When he opened the door, he expected to see you. His face fell upon realizing it was anyone but—it was a stranger, a man in his early twenties with blonde hair swept up. He wore a plain blue T-shirt, beige shorts, and a nervous expression.

In his hands clasped a colorful bouquet of flowers.

It was impressive how a single glance told Allen everything he needed to know about him.

“Who the hell are you?”

It was a new Year at Hogwarts, and a new year of adventures. The Slytherin Witches had seated themselves in the train on their way, unknowing of the surprises they would face upon arriving. “My brothers told me that as 4th Years, we will be attending the Yule ball. I guess we should probably try and get out of our normal social circle and scout for dates, no?” (Y/n) proposed to the other two early on the ride. “Yeah, you're right. I however believe that spending the year scouting for dates would deprive us of our study time, and I honestly don't see the point of having to go.” Hedvika responded, her nose in a book. “You are right, but would it not be fun to go? Perhaps this year, I would find someone and make brother Ivan jealous… But other than that, it would also be interesting to attend it regardless.” Natalya mused, with a ghost of a smile gracing her face. 

“Or maybe we could still go even without dates? Perhaps I could ask Professor Snape if it was allowed to go to the ball as just the three of us. It should be allowed, it not like nobody in the history of Hogwarts has ever been Asexual or un-asked.” (Y/n) wondered aloud, curious as to how they would go. She too was curious about the Yule ball as her brothers rarely mentioned it with her before, other than telling her that she should be absolutely precise with choosing a man as her date; that is, if she even gets a date.

As they entered for the new year, all students were greeted by headmaster Dumbledore. Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Tri-Wizard tournament!” 

As the feast began, many students from the different schools sat and stayed at different tables that evening to meet other students. And our Slytherin Witches were among those students. A blonde boy with spiky hair and bright blue eyes made his way towards the three, and stopped as he came in front of (Y/n). “God aften! The name's Mathias Køhler of the Vulpelara House. What's your name? If you don't have one, can I call you mine?” He winked, taking a seat. “Oh- uhm, my name's (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n) of Slytherin. It's a pleasure to meet you.” “Damn, what an awesome name for an awesome girl.” Mathias grinned. The duo talked for hours without end, until Mathias was called back over by some of his friends. The two promptly exchanged goodbyes and headed to their respective houses. 

As (Y/n) entered the Slytherin common room, she was immediately greeted by Romeo, Arthur, Hedvika, and Natalya. “Where were you?! You took so long, we were starting to think someone from the other schools kidnapped you or something!” Hedvika scolded. “Bella, we were-a very worried! You're not-a usually this-a late without at least-a one of us!” Romeo reasoned, as Arthur frowned. 

“Did you get held up by those boys from Durmstrang? If any of them had hurt you, they'd be sorry for messing with a lady!” “I'm with Mr. Eyebrows over here. Those boys didn't do anything to you, yes?” Natalya growled protectively. “I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to take so long, I swear! Nobody kept me against my will, so none of you need to get mad. I just got caught up is all.” She apologized, smiling. “Thanks for worrying though. You guys are the best friends ever.” “We Slytherin must stick together, no?” Romeo smiled, hugging her tight. “Bloody git, can't you ask her for consent before touching her?! She is a lady after all!” Arthur yelled at the Italian boy, fuming with his hands crossed. “Oh don't be so grumpy, Artie. Get over here and hug me.” (Y/n) playfully smiled. 

“A-are you sure, love?” “You wouldn't want to disappoint a lady, now would you?” “Well if you insist...”

After a few minutes of calming her friends down, (Y/n) headed to bed, dreaming of the boy she met.

First Person's POV:

As the early morning rays of sunshine entered our dorm room, I could feel myself wake up on my own. I sat up and stretched my arms looking over at the other two who were still sleeping. I wonder if I could find Mathias again today; he seemed like a really fun guy last night. My ears perked up as I heard Hedvika yawning and sitting up herself. “Dobré ráno, (n/n).” “Morning, Hedvika. So, are you gonna wake up Natalya or am I?” I questioned. Daily, we would wake up earlier than our Belarusian roommate at the crack of dawn; unless it was a weekend or Monday, where Hedvika and I would sleep in a little late, causing Natalya to have to wake us up. Mondays were never fun, but thank God today wasn't Monday anyway.  

I don't know why, but I had a particularly good feeling about this year. 

As I entered the Great Hall, I picked out some (f/f) for breakfast. “Hey good lookin, I’m guessing you hang here often?” A familiar voice spoke out from in front of me. Mathias! “Well this is the Slytherin table, so yes. Last I recalled, you aren’t a Slytherin, so what brings you here?” I replied. “Hm, not much. Just trying to catch a certain lady’s attention.” He replied casually. Was this guy for real? “This certain lady doesn’t happen to be me, does it?” I ‘innocently’ smiled. “Maybe.” Mathias smirked playfully. Before either of us could make a comeback, another voice spoke up; “Found yourself a boyfriend, now have ya?”

“Hedvika!! He isn’t my boyfriend!” I blushed furiously, scowling. “Not yet~” Mathias corrected. Hedvika chuckled, and Natalya pulled out her wand. “If you hurt our (Y/n), you will not live to see your next birthday, you got that bicycle boy?” She growled. Mathias looked between her and her wand, and nodded, gulping nervously. 

“Oh let the poor boy be, Nat. If you hunt down every boy that looks in our direction, we probably might not get a date for the ball.” (Y/n) pouted playfully. “Oh, you won't have to worry about finding one. You've got a potential date right in front of you.” Mathias smiled.

“Well then, Mathias Køhler. Wanna be my date?”

“It depends. (Y/n) (L/n), do you wanna be my date?”

“Sure.”

Human Names:  Belarus = Natalya Arlovskaya Czech Republic = Hedvika Libuše Jelínková Russia = Ivan Braginsky England = Arthur Kirkland Seborga = Romeo Vargas Denmark = Mathias Køhler

A/n: This oneshot is a part from my Pottertalia x Reader AU fanfiction, so if you liked this I hope you check the book out! Link to the book is ‘HERE’

Just when he thought he got over himself, he encountered his direst problem yet. The lego flower bouquet he ordered from Amazon still hadn’t arrived. And it was already four in the afternoon. Mathias chewed on his fingernails as he checked the package status.

“Still in transit? What do you mean, still in transit?” He winced, digging his hands through his hair. “Due to an influx in orders--no. You’re kidding. Come on!” His eyes were wide with disbelief, but along with that were the beginnings of dread as he glanced down at the time. Then, at the order status. Then, back to the time.

“Well,” He huffed impatiently. “I guess the only thing to do is wait.”

Mathias drove to the store ten minutes later.

When he came back an hour later, you were waiting by the couch with an Amazon package on the coffee table. Out of breath and too excited to think, he never managed to join the dots.

“Ooh.” He scurried in. “What did you order from Amazon?”

“No, what did you order off Amazon?” You stood up and held onto his torso. Mathias thought for a moment. When it clicked, his expression relaxed in a knowing sigh. He pulled out something from behind, revealing what he hid behind his back. “You got me lego flowers?” You mused joyously. “Thanks, Mat. I’ve always kinda wanted these!”

He handed the gaudy box to you with a gentle smile.

“Yep. I thought these would look cuter. It can make our house look more like our Minecraft house,” Mathias grinned. “And the best part is, they don’t ever wilt.”

“Exactly my thoughts,” You inspected the package. When you set it down, you showed him a coy look. His cheeks grew rosy like he predicted exactly what you’d say. “This is really sweet, Mat. I probably should’ve bought you the same. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything Valentine-y.”

“Yeah, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” He hummed, bringing you in for a tight hug. You returned it with just as much fervor. “I just hope you like it enough to own two of them.”

“What do you mean?”

Mathias pulled away with a nervous laugh.

“That Amazon package is actually the same thing,” He picked up the cardboard box and shook it. The lego pieces rattled inside. “I messed up. Don’t ask about it.” When you heard it, your eyes went wide like a switch just flipped.

“Then I’ll buy it off you. How much was it?” You looked around for a pair of scissors while he watched you with a blank face. While you cut open the box, you glanced up at him with a mischievous stare. “Well? What are you standing around looking stupid for? Don’t tell me you haven’t got it yet.”

“I think it was around seventy bucks,” Mathias answered, showing a light frown. “And I’m just standing normally. What did I not get?”

“I’m buying this off you, dumbass.” You laughed, much to his surprise. You handed an identical box to him and pulled him down for a quick peck. He gawked at you, but his lips quickly tilted up into a wide smile. Did he not mess up like he thought he did, after all? “I was conflicted about getting you flowers, but...”

Pulling out a few notes, a fifty, a ten, and another ten, you slid it into his little breast pocket and patted it. Mathias lifted his eyes to you, which sparkled like a child’s would on boxing day.