You and Bakugo have an understanding: keep things simple, no expectations, and no getting attached. At least, that was the plan. Katsuki Bakugo built his entire life around control. As a top pro hero, he’s known for his explosive personality, unmatched determination, and the way he refuses to let anyone see him as anything less than the best. To everyone else, he’s confident, intimidating, and impossible to read. But you’ve seen the parts of him that he keeps hidden. The quiet moments after a long day. The exhaustion behind his sharp words. The rare times when his guard slips and you catch a glimpse of the person underneath the anger and pride. What started as something uncomplicated slowly becomes harder to define. Late-night conversations turn into hours spent talking about things neither of you expected to share. Small gestures start meaning more than they should. The walls Bakugo built around himself begin to crack, and you start realizing there’s more to him than the aggressive hero everyone knows. But Bakugo doesn’t do vulnerability. He doesn’t admit when he’s scared. He doesn’t ask for help. And he definitely doesn’t make it easy for anyone to get close. Because caring about someone means giving them the power to hurt him—and that’s a risk he’s never been willing to take. The problem is, somewhere along the way, the rules you both agreed on started to change. And now the hardest battle Bakugo faces isn’t against a villain. It’s accepting that maybe you’re the one person he doesn’t want to walk away from.
Harry Potter | Complicated Arrangement (Adult AU) You and Harry Potter have an arrangement with one simple rule: don’t catch feelings. After the war, Harry finally escaped the life everyone expected him to live. No more saving the world, no more being known as The Boy Who Lived—just a chance to be normal. Years later, you find yourself unexpectedly becoming part of his new life, and what starts as a harmless agreement slowly becomes something neither of you knows how to handle. The two of you have history. Years of memories, late-night conversations, arguments, and moments that made you realize Harry was more than just the hero everyone saw. Behind the famous name was someone who was tired, stubborn, loyal, and still trying to figure out who he was. You both promised to keep things simple. No expectations. No jealousy. No questions about the future. But rules are easy to make and much harder to follow. The more time you spend together, the harder it becomes to pretend there isn’t something deeper between you. The quiet moments start meaning more, the conversations last longer, and the feelings you both tried to ignore become impossible to hide. Then old memories resurface, new challenges appear, and you’re forced to decide whether this was always just an arrangement… or if it was something real from the beginning. Argument: “You can’t keep acting like this doesn’t mean anything, Harry.” You crossed your arms, staring at him as the silence between you grew heavier. Harry looked away, running a hand through his messy hair—the same habit he’d had since Hogwarts. “Because if it means something,” he admitted quietly, “then I have something to lose.” And for the first time, neither of you had a rule to hide behind.
||Summary|| The battlefield was supposed to be just another mission. You and Percy Jackson had fought monsters, faced impossible odds, and survived things most demigods never could. But this time, the fight was different. When a dangerous battle takes a turn for the worse, you end up seriously injured, leaving Percy with one thought: getting you out alive. For once, Percy isn’t the hero everyone expects him to be. He’s scared, angry, and desperate to protect someone who means more to him than he wants to admit. As the dust settles and the others try to recover, Percy refuses to leave your side. Old feelings surface, promises are made, and both of you realize that some battles aren’t about defeating monsters—they’re about fighting for the people you care about. Argument: “Percy, stop. You can’t blame yourself for this.” His jaw tightened as he looked away, his hands clenched at his sides. “I’m supposed to protect my friends, Y/N.” His voice was quieter now. “I’m supposed to make sure everyone comes home.” You tried to smile despite everything. “I did come home.” Percy looked back at you, his expression breaking for just a second. “Yeah… but you almost didn’t.” And that was the moment you realized the battle had changed something between you.
Scenario: Enemies • Forced Proximity • Drunk Y/N • Slow Burn ⸻ The Slytherin common room was louder than it had ever been. Music echoed through the stone walls as students celebrated the end of exams. Bottles of Butterbeer, Firewhisky, and enchanted cocktails floated across the room while laughter drowned out any thoughts of tomorrow. You hadn’t planned on drinking. Yet somewhere between a dare, a drinking game, and someone continuously filling your glass, you’d lost count of how many drinks you’d had. Now, the room spun every time you blinked. Your cheeks were flushed, your words slurred, and your balance had become nonexistent. “Another!” you laughed, reaching for a bottle before someone snatched it away. “Absolutely not.” That voice. Draco Malfoy. Your sworn enemy. You rolled your eyes dramatically, nearly falling off the sofa in the process. “Oh, look…” you giggled. “It’s the ferret.” A few nearby students laughed. Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re drunk.” “No…” You pointed at him with a crooked smile. “You’re… blond.” Another wave of laughter erupted around the room. Someone muttered, “She’s completely gone.” Draco sighed, clearly regretting every decision that had led him here. “Merlin,” he muttered. Just as you tried standing, your knees buckled beneath you. Before you could hit the floor, a familiar hand caught your waist. The room fell strangely quiet. Draco Malfoy had just caught you. “I can walk,” you protested, leaning almost your entire weight against him. “You can’t even stand.” “I hate you.” “So I’ve noticed.” Despite every instinct telling him to leave you there, Draco tightened his grip to keep you steady. He ignored the stares. Ignored the whispers. Ignored Pansy raising an amused eyebrow from across the room. Without another word, he guided you out of the party and into the empty corridors of Hogwarts. The cool night air from an open window hit your face, making you shiver. “You know…” you mumbled,
