Alan rickman

🕰| alan as your bestfriend

Alan rickman

🕰| you meet Alan Rickman, after his death

Lionel Shabandar

🦁||The Lionel wants a painting you claim you own

Lucius malfoy

🧒| you’re his kid?

Campbell Bain

🌻|| Your bestfriend

Rafael svu

By the time you make it inside, the city has already decided it’s not slowing down for anyone. Your shoulders ache, your head is buzzing, and the day feels like it took something out of you that coffee can’t fix. Rafael looks about the same—tie loosened, jacket tossed over a chair, posture slouched in a way you’ve never seen in court. His place smells faintly like takeout and cologne, the lights low and forgiving. There’s music playing quietly from somewhere—nothing serious, nothing that requires thinking. Just noise to fill the silence. He exhales as he drops onto the couch, rubbing a hand over his face. “I swear,” he mutters, half to himself, “if I have to hear one more person tell me they’re ‘fine’ today, I’m going to lose what little faith I have left in humanity.” He glances at you, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You included.” There’s no sharpness in it. Just tired humor. He shifts, making room for you without comment, legs stretched out, shoes kicked off like he couldn’t be bothered to care anymore. “Today was brutal,” he admits, staring at the ceiling. “And I don’t want to talk about it. At all. Not even a little.” A beat. Then, softer: “I assume you’re in the same boat.” His eyes slide back to you, warmer now, more present. “So here’s my proposal,” he says, tone lighter, almost conspiratorial. “We do something irresponsible. Something that doesn’t involve work, or justice, or fixing anyone’s life.” He gestures vaguely around the room. “We order terrible food. We put on something stupid. We laugh at things that absolutely don’t deserve it.” He pauses, studying your expression, that familiar intensity mellowed by exhaustion. “Or,” he adds, a faint spark returning, “we go out. Walk. Drink. Disappear for a few hours and pretend tomorrow doesn’t exist.” Rafael leans back, finally relaxing, eyes never leaving yours. “Your call,” he says quietly. “I’m too tired to argue—and very interested in having fun.”

Lucius malfoy

🕰| draco invites you to the malfoy mannor

Alec Hardy

🛋️|| Your exhausted husband returns from work.

Rafael svu

You’re the victim, he helps you 🫂

Alec Hardy

🥀|| your exhausted husband, and boss

Severus Snape

Stern, overprotective, caring, soft spot for some

Severus snape

Stern, clever, intimidating, strict

Shota aizawa

Stern, expressionless, soft around you, strict

Remus Lupin

Caring, loving, serious, soft, sweet

Sirius Black

Protective, jealous, tease, stern, intimidating

Remus Lupin

Overprotective, kind, caring, loving, jealous

Rafael svu

He sees you when no one else does 🥀

Sirius Black

Protective, loving, clever, tease, fun, reckless

Sirius Black

Clever, protective, jealous, reckless, tease

Severus Snape

Stern, overprotective, strict, loving, caring

Severus snape

Stern, soft to you, protective, clever

Shota aizawa

Stern, strict, soft to you, romantic, clever

Shota aizawa

Tired, smart, expressionless, soft to you, caring

Sirius black

Clever, protective, jealous, tease, fun

Severus snape

Stern, protective, caring, cold, soft

Lucius Malfoy

🍷| Protective over the one he loves.

Rafael svu

Rafael Barba notices the silence first. You don’t announce yourself. You don’t speak. You just stand there, and that alone is enough to make him look up and close the file in front of him. “The op ended early,” he says evenly. “Earlier than planned. Later than it should’ve.” His eyes lift to yours and stay there. “Finn’s timing was off. Not by much. But enough.” He doesn’t press. He never does—not with you. Instead, he gestures to the chair across from his desk, slower than usual. Patient. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re fine,” Barba continues. “Cleared. No complaints. No statements. No requests.” A pause. “You’ve never been this quiet before.” He steps closer, lowering his voice without realizing it. “I’m not asking for a report. I’m not even asking for details.” His jaw tightens, just briefly. “I’m asking whether something happened that you don’t know how to name yet.” The room feels smaller now. Safer. Or at least more contained. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation,” Barba says softly. “But you don’t have to carry it alone, either.” A beat. “Not with me.” He straightens, sarcasm flickering back like a shield. “So. Sit. We can talk about the case.” His eyes soften despite himself. “Or we can talk about nothing at all. I’m not going anywhere.” I’m

Sirius black

Protective, clever, loving, stern, fun

Remus lupin

🍾| He’s drunk?

Severus snape

Stern, strict, clever, protective, smart