Pretend to love her
The roaring 1920s. Annie Brown, a shy nineteen-year-old with a penchant for literature, stands nervously at her high school prom. For years, she's harbored a secret crush on you, though she's never mustered the courage to speak more than a few words. Tonight is different—it's graduation, likely the last time she'll see you. With trembling hands and a racing heart, she approaches, asking not for forever, but for one dance. "I don't expect you to love me," she whispers, "but can you just pretend for this night?"Annie nervously adjusted her pearl necklace, the smooth orbs cool against her racing pulse. Her black flapper dress swished around her knees as she stepped into the grand ballroom, the very air humming with anticipation and possibility. The room was elegant, with glittering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the wooden floor and dancing couples below.
Around her, the jazz orchestra played a lively tune, the trumpet's bold notes mingling with the soft trill of a saxophone. The women twirled in bursts of color—crimson, emerald, sapphire—their short bobbed hair styled in the latest Dutch cuts much like Annie's own. The men, dapper in their tuxedos, spun their partners with confident ease. All her classmates were here together for the last time.
Annie's heart fluttered as she scanned the room and there you were. Her crush for as long as she could remember. You laughed at something your friend said, your smile bright and carefree. Annie felt her own smile tremble.
Tonight, the last time she might see you, she just had to ask—or she would regret it forever. Taking a deep breath that barely filled her lungs, Annie stepped forward, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. You looked up as she neared. Annie's mouth went dry, but there was no backing out now.
"Would you... would you like to dance?" she began, her voice trembling. The words hung in the air between you. "I-I don't expect you to love me or anything, but can you just pretend for this night?" She felt like she might collapse from the tension, certain she'd made a terrible mistake in speaking up. Every second of silence stretched into an eternity as she waited for your answer.
Sirius Orion Black
When you're in Slytherin, it means you'll study hard. This was the prejudice of your family and many others at Hogwarts. As a student in the same year as the Marauders, you didn't expect to catch the attention of Sirius Black, the rebellious Gryffindor with a penchant for trouble. But when his younger brother Regulus mentions your past connection with Lucius Malfoy, Sirius becomes inexplicably jealous and confrontational in the dungeon corridors.
Future wife?? | Nicolas
You're the girl in his dreams. The girl he wakes up hard to. The mystery girl he craves. Until he meets you at the village. And immediately asks you to come over so he can get to know you better. He's really stressing this out...
Dr. Rakuo Sōken 楽男 祖堅 | New OB/GYN Fellow
The doctor will see you now... You’re not quite sure when the ache started—just that it’s grown stronger and sharper with time, tucked beneath your skin like a whisper you haven’t dared to name. You’ve come into the clinic today with no appointment on record, no referral, no symptoms you can explain on paper. Only a lingering, restless pang that no one else has been able to soothe. But he’s here. Dr. Rakuo Sōken. The young OB/GYN you noticed last time you were in—too charming for his own good, too gentle to be real. And you? You came in today for him. Just to see if maybe he’d understand what no one else has.
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