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dramioneasks · 3 years

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HP FESTS: For The Love of Fests (Part 1)

Love at Second Sight January 2021:

Second Time's the Charm by floorcoaster - T, one-shot - The first time Hermione sees Draco Malfoy again, she's in for a surprise.

Influence by Misdemeanor1331 - G, one-shot - Draco and Hermione bump into each other at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Draco thinks it’s a chance encounter. Hermione knows it’s anything but.

The Love Boat by Seakays - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger and her two best friends are embarking on a week long "Divorced Magicals" Cruise. Hermione took advantage of the Cruise's pre cruise chat room, where she met Scorly1203. After six months of texting, she has agreed to meet him on the first day of the cruise. Could she really find a second chance at love on the Lido Deck?

Second Time Lucky by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - During a trip to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, what do you do when presented with a second chance?

In Vino Veritas by beautyberry - M, one-shot - "Granger?" he asked disbelievingly. "Malfoy?" she asked, "What are you doing here?" Rated M for mentions of sex.

The Art of Second Chances by Blessedindeed - not rated, one-shot - A chance encounter at the museum brings up unresolved feelings

What Lies Beyond the Light by SlytherinHermione - M, one-shot - The thing about prisons is that it tends to change a you. The person you were when you went in, will not be the person that comes out. Sometimes for the better, oftentimes for the worst. For Draco Malfoy, the scales were tipped when a certain lawyer forced themselves onto his case with the start of one letter. A letter that turned into the type of correspondence where you end up baring your soul to a stranger. A stranger that ends up knowing every little part of you, from the darkest corners, to the sunniest fields - while barely knowing you at all. But then again, Hermione Granger was never really a stranger to begin with.

Silly Love Songs February 2021:

This Beauty By My Side by Amarillis39 - M, one-shot - My entry to the Silly Love Songs Fest. ____ "But as he watched her glide through the crowd, he decided he would take every second she would give him. Worthy or not, he was still a selfish git." ___ It's another stuffy gala at the Ministry and Draco is overcome with conflicting feelings as he watches Hermione in her element.

The Light That You Shine by SlytherinHermione - M, one-shot - Draco was adrift. All around him was an endless, unforgiving ocean, dull and grey in colour. The waves kept crashing in on him. Back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes he felt like he’d been cursed to remain like a graying tower, alone on the sea. This all changed on a random cold winter day and a bright light. Because what followed the light was as unexplainable as the feeling of calm that suddenly enveloped him. He felt a twinge of something that he couldn’t explain. On the other side of the sidewalk stood Hermione Granger, more beautiful than he could remember, locking eyes with him for a second, as if she herself was caught with him inside of this time bubble filled with light and large, fluffy snowflakes. And with a blink of an eye, she walked the other way, as if this was just another Monday. As if she hadn’t just turned Draco's world up-side down. The tumultuous oceans that surrounded his untethered soul were full of waves, but now of a different kind.

Discord by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “I’ve seen your darkest, and it doesn’t scare me. You’ve become something so much more.” She placed a gentle kiss on his jaw. “I love you, dark and all.”

Time to Spare by Willowfairy - M, one-shot - Draco gets drunk enough to finally tell Hermione how he really feels, and once he starts talking he finds it impossible to stop.

Sometimes When We Touch by sodamnrad - T, one-shot - What if Hermione and Draco were dating when he took the Dark Mark? Submission for the Silly Loves Songs Mini-Fest One shot | Draco's POV | Sixth Year

To Be With You by Blessedindeed - not rated, one-shot - Her ability to show forgiveness intrigues him. Draco finds he has a soft spot for Hermione.

Masquerade March 2021:

Punch Line by tygermine - E, one-shot - Hermione seems to hide behind multiple masks.Draco wants to remove them all.

A Deadly Dance by MykEsprit - T, one-shot - An unexpected guest arrives at the ball. Dramione.

Ask it of Me by WritingFicariously - T, one-shot - Hermione has always had the ability to chase away demons, the darkness that twists his mind into believing he is not good, never enough. She sees and knows every part of him. But Draco has always kept one thing from her, one secret that he never dared say aloud. Until he did.

A Masquerade of Body and Soul by Annav94 - M, one-shot - She’s here to escape the reality, to break the rules. She is here to break the rules because all rules have only given her, is false hope. She turns her head and her eyes meet his. He’s there for the catch of the night. And while he finds himself smirking, smiling at the unforeseen turn of event, he wonders if truly Hermione Granger is flirting in a room full of witnesses with none other than himself - the infamous Draco Malfoy.

Imbolc by CosmicCthulhu - G, one-shot - Hermione celebrates the beginning of spring for the first time, years after the war. She's not the only one who wants a fresh start.

Suit Up by calico_kitten - M, 2 chapters - Gawain Robards has cooked up a new idea for the Departmental Hallowe'en Ball: comic book hero disguises!

This Mask I Wear by SlytherinHermione - T, one-shot - This mask I wear feels cool on my skin. I slip it on, and the act is ready to begin.Safety. Protection. Freedom.

Lover of Fiction April 2021:

3 Words, 8 Letters by sodamnrad - T, 2 chapters - “Do you like me?” Draco’s flitty looks, his tart remarks about her feelings for Blaise, the way he’s following her around instead of chasing an eligible witch who isn’t pining over his friend is extremely telling.“Define like.”Her mouth unhinges. No effing way. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“How do you think I feel?” He glares at her. “I haven’t slept. I feel sick like there’s something in my stomach, fluttering.” He presses a hand against his belly, as if he’s experiencing the sensation at this very moment.“Butterflies?” she deadpans. “No. No, no, no this cannot be happening.”“No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.” He gestures to himself, lifting his chin tersely.“Draco, you know that I adore all of Earth’s creatures and the metaphors that they inspire,” she says as her hand forms a crushing fist, “but the butterflies have got to be murdered.”---Draco & Hermione: Their Story (2000s TV Drama Style)Dual POV | 2 Shot | Idiots in Love

The Ambition by In_Dreams - M, one-shot - After ten years at sea, Captain Hermione Granger has a ship and a crew of her own. But one of her new crew mates is a blacksmith from her past. Dramione Pirates AU.

Jitters by TheMourningMadam - M, one-shot - This was written for the Lovers of Fiction mini fest for April. Thank you to QuinTalon for being a gracious host in this fest.My prompt was Jamie and Claire Fraser from Outlander. If you have never seen Outlander, why not? You at least need to watch their first time to see some hot and bewildered Jamie. This is a tiny snapshot into what would be a much larger story, so please take it at face value.Also, I finished this story right at the wire, so didn't have time for a beta. All mistakes are obviously my own and I apologize. Bold sentences are word for word from the tv show.

I Meant Something Like That by CharliPetidei - M, WIP - “You know what’s funny?” said Hermione, crossing her ankles and leaning forwards on the slightly peeling leather sofa. “When I first saw your advert online… I thought you were Hufflepuffs.” The three men opposite her exchanged glances, and then the tall, platinum blond one (it had to be dyed, right?) with the funny name leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. Draco, that was it. “You thought we were what?” A New Girl Dramione AU.

The One Where Everyone Finds Out - Dramione Edition by Annav94 - T, WIP - Don’t we all know what happened when Phoebe finds out about Monica and Chandler in season 5 of Friends? Well, what would then happen if it was Draco and Hermione to be discovered by Pansy? Would then Theo try to calm her down, in the hope that she would stop screaming so his boyfriend (Harry bloody Potter, of all people) would be prevented from finding out about them is such crude way? And would Blaise go along with the scheme the two Slytherins would come up with to push the new couple to expose itself or will he be done with all the ‘pretending’ of not knowing, when he knew all along?Stay with me on this journey called: ‘The One Where Everyone Finds Out - Dramione Edition’.

The Dragon's Moving Castle by SlytherinHermione - T, WIP - Hermione Granger had accepted that her life wasn't going to be a great big adventure.She wasn't particularly beautiful, or interesting, and she hadn't been born with magic like her sisters. Really, she was just as plain as could be.One day though, a castle was seen rolling around the hills near her town.Not long after, she met a strange, handsome, and mysterious man.And she was cursed by the Wicked Witch of the Wasteland.Perhaps life was an adventure after all.

Lanky Brunettes with Wicked Jaws by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - “You’ve got types?”“Only you darling.” He put his hand under her chin and brought her around to face him. He pulled her close with his arm held tight against her. His head to the side of her own, he grinned. “Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.” A gentle kiss placed against her jaw. She smiled, a blush prettying her cheeks as she pulled back.

Reader, I Married Him by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “Why must you?” he questioned as he pulled himself forward, using the rough pads of his fingers he gently touched under her chin, dragging her gaze to his own. “You know why!” She wrenched her chin from his grasp. “You are to be married, Malfoy.”

This fest is ongoing.

#fests/exchanges/challenges #for the love of fests

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anac-arb · 3 years

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Now sixth year:

Harry, the Weasleys and Hermione getting a short letter from Theo telling them not to write to Draco in the summer.

Draco through his DA coin: Well, here goes nothing.

Harry: what? What did you do??

Hermione: Are you all right?

Ron: Mate?

Ginny: give us more bondie!!!

None of them getting anything back and Theo only knowing he’s alive. All being worried especially after seeing him on the prophet. Harry, Ron and Hermione seeing him in Diagon Alley and following him.

Harry via coin: WTF Malfoy

Draco: You’ll get me killed idiot

Harry being Harry following him on the train anyway. Pansy and Blaise knowing something is off with their friends but not knowing what exactly. Draco throwing Harry a light jinxing spell after everyone is gone.

Harry: hey! What was that for!?

Draco: You are as sly as wounded erumpent Potter.

Harry: They didn’t know I was here...

Draco: They are 16 year olds with gossip on their mind.

Harry: Point. You ok?

Draco: Not here. R.O.R. After dinner.

Draco explaining what his mission is.

Hermione: It’s madness! It’s a suicide mission.

Draco: Yeah well, I’m sure he doesn’t expect me to succeed.

Ron: Bloody hell..

Harry: So what now?

Draco telling them about the cabinet, Hermione offering to help him fix it and planning the next steps.

Dumbledore telling Draco to go along with his mission and not to worry (like that’d be possible).

Hermione spending a lot of time with Draco in the room of requirements. After Ron starts dating Lavender, Hermione starting to realize she has feeling for Draco. Draco knowing he’s in love with her but being too afraid to make a move and thinking the timing couldn’t be worse.

Theo developing fake spells to simulate the unforgivables. Pansy and Blaise finally confronting them after catching them practicing the spells in a deserted classroom.

Pansy: Ok. What in Merlin’s saggy balls is going on here!

Draco: Seriously Pansy, your mom knows you talk like that?

Pancy: You bloody well know she does not.

Blaise: You are both acting weird since last year.

Theo (in a pitchy voice): Have we? Have we really?

Blaise and Pansy just raising one eyebrow at the same time.

Draco: Just stay out of it.

Blaise: When have you ever stayed out of our problems mate?

Pansy: Are you dating some mudbloods or something?

Draco’s wand racing to her face.

Theo: well fuck.

After some fighting and a lot of cursing and complaining on Pansy’s part, Blaise and her reassuring them that they would keep their secret and assist if completely necessary.

Pansy: You think I’d side with my parents? My father would probably sell me off to the biggest buyer and my mother only notices me when there is something to chastise me for.

Blaise: You had my back first year when people teased me about my name or becoming my next stepfather. You have mine now.

Pansy: Let’s face it Draco, the only one with decent parents around here is you, and your dad’s in prison.

Theo: Poor little rich kids, huh?

Blaise: Well, one day we’ll be emotionally unavailable billionaires. So there’s that.

Draco being questioned on christmas break about his progress. Being afraid he’s been cought, living in constant fear and worry for his mother and not being able to save her or his friends when the time comes. Feeling in his soul every unforgivable that Bellatrix makes him practice even if is on rats. Being subjected to constant leggilimance and feeling his aunt’s doubts of him.

Harry finding him in the bathroom having a panic attack. Draco telling him they need to enact more fight, like they did last year when he was in the I.S.

Harry stupidly using the sectumsempra while they stage a fight in the bathroom. (Not sure about this). Snape saving Draco.

Harry sneaking to the infirmary and begging him to forgive him.

Draco: Hey, is payback for mocking you, Scarface.

Harry: I bet you wish you could tell your thirteen year old self not to tag along with us, huh?

Draco: Actually...I’ve been thinking the exact opposite lately.

Harry: Why?

Draco: Think about it. I mean, what if we were still on opposite sides. I’d still be where I am, but for all the wrong reasons.

Harry: I don’t think you’d ever want to kill someone Draco. Even back then you were just an insufferable twat, but never evil.

Draco: He has my mother at his mercy Potter. I would have tried my best. Before third year all the people I cared about were on the other side. For her, I would have done it.

Harry: Doing something for love is not the wrong reason, Malfoy.

Draco: Maybe...I guess I just...this has been the worst year of my life Potter, but at least, if I survive this..

Harry: When.

Draco:...when I survive this, I’ll know I was on the right side, that it was for something other than fear. And if I don’t at least she..you all know the truth.

Harry:Don’t worry, I’m sure Hermione know you’re secretly stupidly brave.

Draco: How..

Harry: Please, even I’m not that dense!

Draco disarming Dumbledore because he doesn’t fight back as “planed”. Snape killing him. Draco following him in shock and fearing the worst.

All the others freaking out and scared shitless thinking Snape can rat Draco out, sad about Dumbledore, planning next year’s horcrux hunting and all that.

Draco via coin: Alive.

(I tried color again, some of the background came from photos and I know it doesn’t look great but my patience for little details sucks. Hope you enjoy it anyway! Love to all)

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 3 years

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So, I have this theory that JD is in love with MC in every route, and has to sit back and watch her date everyone else, wanting to tell her how they feel, but also only wanting her to be happy. Can someone write an angsty fic about this??

It only took brief glimpse of Theo's hair for JD to know it was her entering the bowling alley. Truth be told, they could quickly point her out in pretty much any setting - a fact that, if asked, they would blame solely on their keen observational skills - knowing deep down inside, that it had always been more than that. JD let out a sigh, flecks of dust spiraled through the warm air of the arcade room like specks of time. The light smell of Vanessa's perfume reaching JD's nose, making it crinkle slightly.

"Of course.." They muttered softly under their breath, idly wiping over the same spot on one of the pinball machines. It was a rare occurrence that anyone saw Theo without the Huntress these days.

"Hm? You say something?" Razi asked from behind the claw machine.

"Ah.. I said of course, that piece of shit is broken again." Jordan quickly replied, trying their best to sound convincing. "It sucks, just like everything else in this place.

'Oh, come on, JD. Not everything in Havenfall sucks."

The quick catch of a sharp blue eye as Theo passed by the door caused JD to sigh again before speaking.

"No. Not everything."

They were grateful for the silence as Razi only nodded, going back to his project at hand. A warm mid-afternoon's sun streaming through the bowling alley's windows as Jordan's thoughts began to wander. It felt like forever had passed since they had been basically dropped off on Razi's door step. The hospitable Djinn making sure they were at least as comfortable as they possibly could be, given the circumstances. Always so used to being able to roam free - JD was sure their time in Havenfall would be hell on earth. Just what could their Father have been thinking?! But then it happened - as soon as they walked their smooth-ass self into the bowling alley for their first day of work - and were immediately disarmed by a pair of bright blue eyes. JD had never been so instantly enamored with someone in all of their almost 300 years of living. They had done everything in their power to stop their feelings from progressing - to stop those relentless thoughts from spilling out across them - including wiping their own memory a time or two. JD took a deep breath - an ache so deep in their chest that some days, it was hard to breathe. How many times they had wanted to tell her, to let it all out. To allow Theo to see them in such a way, that maybe.. just maybe, she could love them back. The inherent knowledge that they just wanted her to be happy, had always stopped them, though. JD shook their head, internally rolling their eyes. What kind of devil goes and falls in love? They furrowed their brow in frustration at themselves, frowning slightly.

"Ah... JD? I think that spot is about as clean as it's going to get."

Jordan's eyes locked onto Razi's, the gentle giant of a Djinn looking at them with a soft concern. Though JD had never told Razi of their feelings for Theo, he had always known. He had seen JD watch from the sidelines with each person Theo had ever dated. It was no secret that most of the Havenfall's Finest had all fallen for the girl at one point or another, but most of those relationships were fleeting at best - yet, JD's feelings had never waivered - not even for a minute.

"Sure. Right." JD replied, quickly wiping down the pinball machine before moving onto the next one.

"Well, this claw machine should be good for a couple more weeks, at least. I'm going to check on things out front. You're.. you going to be alright?"

JD raised an eyebrow at him, leveling him with a look that just said don't.

"And when have you ever know the Jersey Devil to not be alright?" They smirked, a bit sadder than usual.

Razi only laughed before exiting the arcade room, it was the sort of laugh JD hated. Coated in pity and concern and everything JD despised people to feel for them. They knew Razi was just being polite, pretending that they had no idea of the immense hole that only seemed to grow deeper within Jordan's chest whenever Theo was around - but still, they couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of anger at the Djinn as they watched him walk away.

"Whatever.." They muttered to themselves, clenching their jaw. They knew their anger was misguided - misplaced. They knew they only had themselves to be mad to at. You'd think after roaming this desolate excuse for a planet for so many years, that they had known better than to allow themselves to have such a crush - especially on a human. JD's heart lurched again as the bright, melodic sound of Theo's laugh rang through the dense air of the bowling alley - cutting straight through to their soul. Vanessa's equally joyous laughter swirling around it like two soul mates dancing through a velvet sky. Of all the times JD had had to sit back and watch Theo be smitten by another, they knew this time was different. They saw the way her eyes lit up when Vanessa was around. The way her cheeks flushed whenever the Huntress had gotten a little too close. Oh, how badly they had wanted to be the one to bring that beautiful blush to Theo's cheeks. To kiss her - hold her - breathe her in like she was their last and final breath. JD were certain it could never be a possibility, that they had wasted any opportunity they may have ever had to make it happen. JD sighed, a sigh so deep it threatened to release every unspent tears that they harbored directly from their soul. How could I be so stupid? To think someone as big of a mess as me could ever be loved?

"Well, well.. someone sure is being awfully well behaved back here today."

The soft tones of Theo's voice swiftly broke JD from their thoughts. They took a deep breath, painting their patented smirk across their lips before turning around.

"Ah, well.. just saving my energy for a hot date I happen to have waiting for me." They lied.

"Oh? A hot date? No pun included?" Theo replied with a smirk of her own.

"Heh.. touche'."

"You know, JD... I.. I know it's not really in your nature to 'settle down', but it'd be nice to see you with someone who isn't just after your body, for once."

"That's kind of hard to do when you look like this, Theo." They gave her a small wink making her laugh, and JD could feel a slight blush immediately trying to move in.

"Touche'." Theo replied, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she smiled at them. "But seriously Jordan. You deserve better than that. You.. you should be with someone who treats you how you deserve.'

Fuck.. she can't just say things like that! They cleared their throat as they did their best to keep their composure.

"Pfft... someone like me deserves no such thing, Theo."

They couldn't help the slight bitter tone that coated their words. Her kindness always disarming them - making them want her even more. Some days, it was more than they could handle. To hear her - listen to her - to be completely enveloped in her incredible light.

"Jordan... that's.. How can you even say that?"

JD only shrugged in return, quickly turning back around to the old pinball machine they were so idly cleaning. Fighting back the hot tears that were threatening to spill down their flushed cheeks.

"Just speaking the truth." They replied, allowing their walls to replace the sadness they felt so deeply within themselves. They could feel Theo's eyes on them - her kind heart trying to think of the right things to say. They sighed again, slouching their shoulders slightly. "Look, Theo.. I have a lot of work to finish before I can escape from this nightmare for the day, so..."

"O-oh, of course. I'll ah... I'll let you get back to it, then."

"Thanks.."

They could hear her shoes as she pivoted on the carpet, turning herself in the opposite direction before stopping short.

"... Hey, JD?"

"... Y-yeah?"

"I'm.... fuck.. nevermind."

JD could feel their heart break a little more as she walked away, back to her Huntress. Completely unaware of the words she wanted to say. How she wanted to yell at them - ask them why they never saw her, never realized how long she had wanted them - waited for them to make their move. With each of their souls calling out for the other - only for their hearts to never hear it.

#answered #anonymous #lovestruck #jordan davies #havenfall is for lovers mc #jd x mc #havenfall is for lovers #angst #angsty #woeful wednesday

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the-omni-princess · 4 years

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Blood Bound [Chapter Five]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death, major character death, talks of death, talks of a historical event with a twist

A/N: So, this was supposed to be for Halloween so Happy Halloween! Lol, this series was supposed to be done by Halloween and I think I’m like halfway through. I had two lab reports and a test today and its two am Im ded

Enjoy!!!

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Sleep in Bucky’s arms was virtually dreamless, which after the day you had had, was a sweet relief. Once you woke up, you could only remember a fraction of your remaining dream. A peaceful scene, you and Bucky laying in a field of flowers, smiling, talking about nothing in particular. It seemed awfully familiar. Maybe you were really- no. That simply was impossible. There was no way you were reincarnated. But why did everything feel so familiar? Like home?

The sun filtered in through your balcony, the curtains were slightly open. Cool arms were wrapped around you protectively, cool breath fanning against your neck. You bit back a giggle, hearing Bucky snore behind you. His hand shifted slightly lower, resting against your abdomen, sending a wave of flashes before your eyes. Hands. Warm, big, pulling, gentle, soft. Light kisses below your ear. Whispers of love. A murmur of “Sweetling.” Contentment. Sated.

As you gasped softly, the memory fled, slipping through your fingers like sand. Bucky groaned softly behind you, “Are you alright?” Concern laced in his sleep heavy voice.

“It was nothing, I think it was a flash of a memory…” you indulged. Okay, maybe this whole reincarnation theory would explain all of this memory flashes, but it seemed ridiculous. “Guess, for the time being, we both have memory issues,” you teased. Okay so maybe you were using humor as a coping mechanism but finding out you had a vampire soulmate was a little overwhelming.

You could feel him smiling into your neck as he looked at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling. “So, I gather you like stars?”

Your pulse beat just inches from his fangs, and yet you felt nothing but absolute trust in the one creature you weren’t supposed to trust. It was alarming how you unequivocally trusted this man. “I love them. The stars guide our everyday lives without even realizing it.”

“Spoken like a true witch,” he sighed softly, unable to stop smiling. “Creeks… you also used to like creeks and springs in the woods,” he murmured. “Right before a storm as the skies darken and the lights leave the forest floor.”

“Mountains,” you mumbled absentmindedly. “You liked the snowy mountains because as spring thawed the ice, it brought me more streams.” You let your eyes close, leaning against his touch. It felt gratifying to remember something. Okay, fine. Maybe you really were Theo. But how?

Bucky tensed behind you, interrupting your existential crisis thoughts, soft growling sounding from the back of his throat, sending shivers down your spine. “Someone’s here.” His grip tightened on you, protective.

“Probably the Coven, Bucky it’s okay, as long as Carol isn’t the one to find us like this.” You turned in his arms, a little surprised to see crimson red eyes staring towards your door. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling a small beat below your fingertips. You quickly moved your hand, that must have been your imagination. Vampires didn’t have heartbeats.

He sat up, tensed, hair standing up on the back of his neck. “It’s not your Coven Sisters. I know their scents, this is different. It smells like witch, and wolf.”

Stretching, you stood, “I think I know who it is, calm down,” you sighed softly. “But he can probably smell you, so you need to hide.” You glanced at the sun floating in through your blinds. “Can you stay quiet up here?”

He smirked, which sent your heart for a ride. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse,” he assured with a smile that promised mischief.

“Cool, because when I get back, you and I are having a serious conversation about this whole memory thing,” you tossed the blanket from last night into your hamper, dirt and dry leaves still sticking to it from your run in the woods. “Maybe you can help me look through the books and find that spell you think you performed on your Theo. Figure out if I’m her, or just remember things she knew.”

“Anything you wish, Sweetling,” you didn’t need to turn around to know he was grinning, joyful at a chance to explore this, so you just rolled your eyes affectionately, pulling on a jacket to hide the fact you were wearing the same exact clothes as last night.

Closing the door behind you, you made your way downstairs. As you walked through the living room, three very recognizable voices made their way to your ears. Two of your three guests were expected from what Bucky told you. One of them made your blood start to boil, anxiety and nerves shooting through you. You took a deep breath before rounding the corner to the kitchen, silently praying that Bucky wouldn’t hear your heart rate spike and come down here.

Pepper spotted you first, already having brewed coffee and smiling at you. “Good morning, y/n.”

Smiling back at her, you took the mug of coffee from her gratefully. “Been a few weeks since you visited, Pep. I was wondering if you forgot about me.” You teased before turning to your other guest. “Keeping her busy, I presume?” You smiled at Tony.

The two must have just come back from their Honeymoon, something you knew Pepper was looking forward to. The Coven wasn’t quite the same without your mother hen witch sister. Older than you, she took over as your mother figure rather quickly after finding you. She was the reason your powers were under control most of the time, having taught you everything she knew.

You then turned to your third visitor, “Council Member Pierce, what brings you to my little nitch of the woods?” You gave a polite smile, noticing Tony’s apologetic smile behind the Council member.

“Simply passing through during our investigation of what happened to the Mountain Coven,” he provided. God, you always hated how calculating he sounded, even with simple sentences. Alexander Pierce, one of your least favorite Council Members and the current Head of the Council, and they all inadvertently hated you.

“We heard what happened and wanted to check in on you when we found Council Member Pierce here already on his way,” Pepper, ever the diplomat, supplied you with the missing gap. He probably forced his way into your home or forced Pepper to open the door knowing him. Manipulative and slimy seemed to be common Council member personality traits.

Rubbing the inside of your wrist, you smiled warmly, plastering the fake grin on your features. “Well make yourself at home before continuing on in your journey.”

“Oh, he was just leaving,” Tony snarled lowly. Pepper placed a hand on his shoulder, and he visibly relaxed, yet you could practically see the fumes coming off of him.

Pierce simply stood, “Keep a tighter leash on your dog Ms. Potts,-“

“Potts-Stark,” Tony snarled, eyes narrowing, Pierce ignored him as he continued.

“I will be seeing more of you during the investigation, don’t disappoint Ms. L/n.”

You gave him a fake smile once more, “Have a great day,” he promptly left, and you shut the door none-to-gently behind him.

Sitting back in the kitchen you took a sip of your coffee, letting the scorching liquid boil your insides. You could feel both Starks’ gaze burning into your head as you sighed. “I know you smelled him the second you walked through the door Tony, and thank you for not tell Pierce. Now, tell me what you’re thinking,” you locked eyes onto the werewolf.

“That you’re insane, or that you’re going to get yourself killed, where should I start?” He deadpanned.

You sighed softly, taking another sip of your coffee. “Bucky, you can come down here,” you called softly, knowing he could hear you from your room.

A small gust of wind notified you of his added presence. He placed a hand on your hip possessively, fangs bared as he growled. “Mutt,” he scowled.

“Leech,” Tony responded in kind, baring his own fangs. Pepper shot you a look, one you shrugged off. Both men were confrontational, but you knew Tony since you were younger, and he wouldn’t just hurt another nocturnal without a reason. And Bucky, despite technically barely knowing him, well, he was just a goofball at heart. And you knew he would trust you.

Placing a hand on his shoulder seemed effective, the growling buzzing off softly. Inky black eyes looking at you for an explanation. “Bucky, this is one of my Coven Sisters, Pepper, and her husband, Tony. You two better play nice,” you threatened giving them both a look.

Tony scowled at you, “You dragged a leech into your home and you want me to play nice?!” he fumed. You knew Tony was just trying to protect you but sometimes he did go a bit overboard.

“Yes, wolfie. I have some explaining-“

“Yeah, no shit!” He cried out.

Sighing softly, you headed out towards the library without another word, all three on your heels. You quickly gathered the books you needed, dropping the new additions besides the books on witch and Soul Bound Lore already sitting on your desk. Bucky took an interest in one, in particular, an old relic Wanda had found for you. He gulped faintly, running his fingers through the yellowed pages before looking up at you. Tony and Pepper watched curiously, both noting how the two nocturnals in front of them seemed to gravitate towards each other like magnets.

Grabbing the book, you most frequented about Soul Bound, you slid it towards the couple, taking a deep breath. “Bucky and I are Soul Bound,” you explained in a meek voice.

Both Starks responded at the same time.

“You’re name’s Bucky?!”

“You’re Soul Bound to a vampire?!”

Taking a chance, you gently intertwined your hand in Bucky’s, who seemed quite shocked you would do that. You were positive that if he could, he would be blushing, staring at your hand. Tightening your grip on him you nodded, “Yeah…”

Tony burst into a fit of giggles, making Pepper roll her eyes. “I’m sorry, what kind of old fashion name from a vampire is Bucky,” he continued to laugh.

“Short for Buchanan. My baby sister, Becca, came up with it,” he babbled, swallowing against the bile rising in his throat.

“What happened to her?” Your mouth moved before your brain told it to shut up and not interrogate the man with the missing memories.

He squinted faintly at your interlocked hands, thinking for a moment before replying, “Died of yellow fever when we were young.”

“Wow, we’ve known him for ten minutes and we’re already learning the tragic backstory. Can you believe that, Pep?” Tony interrupted.

Swallowing back the new wave of memories the words ‘yellow fever’ brought into your head, you opened the book in front of you. “I need your help, Pepper. Is there a way to bring someone back to life? You’re the only witch I know who even read the necromancy chapter in school and took it seriously.”

“I mean probably, in theory, that’s the whole point of necromancy, bringing life to the dead and dying.” She shrugged, turning the book towards her. She browsed a few pages, while you ignored Tony’s looks towards your vampire. Wait. When did he become your vampire? “This might be it,” Pepper mumbled, turning the page towards you. Both you and Bucky started skimming through the words. “There’s a difference between bringing back from the brink of death and actual death, but this is the main difference.”

Bucky squeezed your hand faintly, “I did the spell wrong,” his shoulders were hunched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. Preoccupied with his reaction, you didn’t notice the rest of your Coven filing through the library doors. They visibly froze at seeing Bucky, Carol’s eyes zeroing in on your intertwined hands.

“Did what spell wrong?” Natasha called, causing you to jump with a small shriek.

“Shit! Nat, don’t scare me like that,” you glared at her. She gave you a self-satisfied smirk in response as you spoke. “Necromancy. Specifically, a spell to bring someone back. Well… we don’t think this is the first life we’ve been tied together.” That was the first time you said it out loud, accepted it. It was terrifying. Liberating.

“First life?” Maria was the one to speak up, sliding into a nearby chair, Sasha happily jumping into her lap. The tabby purred as she rubbed behind her ears as you tried to think about how you could explain this big mess.

Thankfully, Bucky spoke. “I was born in the 1600s, my wife and I moved to a newer colony, and they killed her, Theo, for being a witch. She was my Soul Bound. I… I tried to save her, but I think I used the wrong spell. I think I used a rebirth spell instead of a bringing back from the brink of death spell.”

Carol’s eyes narrowed in on him, “You were a witch too? Convenient if you ask me. Besides, how do we know your ‘Theo’ is y/n?” All the Coven’s (and one amused werewolf’s) eyes were bearing into him.

He held up the hand he was laced into, “This birthmark, Theo had one in the exact spot. Well, her’s was a scar, from when she pricked herself on needles.” He put your hand back down before continuing. “Mint leaves like her, exact same scent,” his vision started to double, and he took a shaky breath, “Same powers, same eyes when she uses said powers, same smile, same kindness towards any creature,” he groaned softly, using his free hand to clutch his temples. “Fuck, not now,” he whimpered.

You helped him take a seat, ignoring your Coven to make sure he was comfortable. “Are you okay? It’s a memory isn’t it?” He nodded weakly, looking up at you, which made you realize your hands had migrated into cupping his cheeks. “I’m right here, Bucky, I’ve got you,” you murmured, moving up to gently rub his temples as he whined. Vulnerable and terrified, soul in your hands, the Coven watched as you guarded over your defenseless vampire.

Laughter like honey. Smiles like sugar. Candied hearts, crystallized tears of joy. His Theo. Always his. He was a liar. She was gone. And it was his fault.

He kept running, too slow for the woman – no, creature – beside him, but he no longer cared. Running for far too long. Kill him. He deserved it. He was a monster. He lied. He broke his promise.

Somewhere along the way, a man started to run with him as well. To blind by his own tragedy, he truly didn’t even notice the two vampire companions having a fling. Peggy. She had dragged him away from her death. Now, Steve, was it?, was to lovesick with the older vampire to notice she was stringing him along. She never did like the loneliness of eternity.

Mud, moss, gross green stuff. Bucky no longer cared. That was until the caught up with him. Finally, finish this. Kneeling in the cold mud, freezing rain biting into his skin. A gun pressed to the back of his head to keep him still, but he didn’t care. He begged for it to finally be over.

It was truly ironic, he though at least, that the very judge that passed the sentence that murdered his love, would put the bullet in his head and kill him. A loud shot, and a consuming, blinding pain encompassing his head and body. He couldn’t cry out as he fell onto the mud. Limp, hoping for his death to be just a little quicker, his murderer turned his body over. Through caked vision, he finally understood why he was always so wary of witches.

Judge Armin Zola stood above him, grinning murderously down at him. “Such a shame, Barnes. We could have been great, but you and your Bound were too powerful to control. Don’t take it too personal, after all, we don’t like any Natural Born, not just you.” Tormented, and alone, on his dying breath, Bucky could only think of how he couldn’t wait to see Theo again. And that’s when the burning pain started to shoot through his veins.

When Bucky came to, his head was resting on her lap. He practically purred, despite it sounding like a whine, as her hands ran through his hair. Home. Safe. His eyes shot open, scanning the room as he realized they weren’t alone.

“Calm down Count Chocula, y/n explained the memory thing while you were out, and her own issues,” Tony sneered, not looking up from the book he was perusing through.

He shook his head, trying to speak but his brain decided to disconnect with his mouth. “Let me help,” Wanda offered, already sitting beside the pair. “I read minds if you would like, save your strength.”

He looked up towards Theo – no, she’s Y/n now – who nodded, still running her hands through his hair. “You can trust her, I trust her with my life.”

That’s all he really needed. Anyone worthy of her affection earned his own a moment later. She’s all he needs to trust in, his new own personal religion. He nodded towards the red witch, who placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt like he was swimming in reds and burgundies. Wanda gasped softly, lifting her hand away quickly as if his touch burned her. “No way,” she muttered, rushing for a book. She hastily opened it, flipping through pages before freezing on a very specific section. “Look familiar?” She turned it for him to see. The crude drawing looked like his Theo, a noose around her neck, the Judge he saw standing beside her.

“That… that looks like me?” You murmured softly, hands stilling in Bucky’s hair.

The man in question sat up, groggy as the memories started to flash through his eyes, the blurry picture slowly coming into focus. He blinked a few times before pointing towards the Judge. “Him. He killed me ten years after killing you.”

Carol looked a bit skeptically towards them, “Yeah but why would some witch kill you two? Got him mad?”

He tilted his head towards the pages, skimming his finger along with the words. “He wasn’t just some witch.” He closed his eyes, straining to hold onto his racing thoughts before his eyes flashed gold then red again. “He was the Head of the Witch Council.” He turned towards a stunned you. “The Council killed us because we were gaining too much power,” he reached forward across the sofa, taking your hands in his.

“Ten years… you said you died in Queen Anne’s War, and I died ten years before that. My dreams, it's chilly, like October.” Your hands were shaking as your thoughts started to pull the information together, but Bucky’s cool and soft hands were acting as an anchor to this moment.

“Eighteen. They hung eighteen girls that October.” He was starting to connect it together as well.

“Holy shit, I died in the Salem Witch Trials,” your voice rang out throughout the room. Bucky squeezed your hands gently, and you let him act as your tether to the mortal whelm. “We were killed by the very Council that had sworn to protect all witches, and you were saved by the vampires we were told by them to fear.”

“Well, this is just getting deeper and deeper. Before you know it, you’ll be telling me the Coven to the North died because they found out the Council has been killing Naturals.” Tony quipped from the side of the room.

The room froze, taking in the statement. “Well, it would explain a lot,” you murmured. “They were getting powerful, and dominant witches who don’t need as much energy to have magic aren’t easy to control.” That was the last connecting dot. The darkness in the distance wasn’t just some mythical monster. It was the very same man that stood in your living room and drank your tea just an hour ago.

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One-Shots:

Lay All Your Love On Me (requested)

He held her hand, probably having noticed her buckling knees. “I’m sorry about that, Y/L/N”, He whispered softly, voice quivering. She returned the favour with a gentle clasp on his palm. He was warm. No not warm, burning.

Was it that hot a day? Or…

She slowly peered up at him and noticed how flushed his face was, and felt her own getting hot. Why did he have such an effect on her? She couldn’t even understand it herself.

Y/N can’t understand her infatuation with Draco. (based on the song by ABBA)

THE QUIET*

Perhaps it had been true all along, that vulnerability was like holding your arm out on your own accord while it was permanently marked to show your allegiance. It was only regretful. For what reason would you bare your soul to someone? Why would you let down your guard? Was there anyone you could really even trust?

Draco didn’t know why. But inside, deep, deep inside him, he knew that there was still love for you in plenty. But he couldn’t acknowledge it. Not when he was so close..

Draco doesn't know how to be vulnerable, but you prompt him to want to try. (based on the song by Troye Sivan)

Cliché (requested)

Malfoy clearly recognised this. And what used to be occasional shows of aggression turned into.. well.. an everyday thing. His two ‘rivals’ had gotten close and he was very, very annoyed. Very.

And time really did begin to fly. The long days you had turned into quick weeks and months and Harry defeated the ‘Basilisk’ and saved Ron’s sister and everything was alright. And you had good friends.

And an enemy. Ugh. Clichés are clichés for a reason, huh?

Enemies to lovers. Need I say more?

Secrets and Snowflakes (written for the 2019 Secret Santa Fic Exchange)

You threw the ball of snow you’d managed to make forward, but instead of hitting his chest, as you’d wanted to, it hits his arm. In retrospect, this was probably more advisable. Draco jumped where he stood, letting out a squeal. “What the fuck?” He shoved the parchment into his anorak’s pocket haphazardly and looked down at you, eyebrows crinkled and forehead deeply furrowed. He brought his hand up and set it on the now wet part of his coat.

Draco's a bit of a Scrooge and you want to teach him how snowball fights are far from kiddish.

Cakes, Candles and Camaraderie

He felt a sudden prodding at his shoulder and looked to his side and saw Theo digging into his skin. “Christ, mate, are you trying to poke a hole through my shirt? ‘S expensive.” He sat up straight again and crossed his arms, while Theo just sighed. “You seemed a little... out of it. Very vacant. Was testing to see if you’d gone to sleep with your eyes wide like that.” Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m just fine. Kind of zoned out.” Theo smirked oddly and Draco crinkled his nose in suspicion. “What is it?” “I saw you staring at Y/N, with those... come hither eyes.”

Your birthday's coming up and you hate birthday parties. Draco wants to change that.

April Showers Bring May Flowers (requested)

And this time, somehow, he’d convinced them to say yes. They’d allowed him to stay at Hogwarts for that week off. Mother would send him treats, he’d said. It would all be just lovely. He’d told his parents he’d be absolutely safe. There wouldn’t be too many other interruptions around and they’d have loads of time to themselves. They definitely wouldn’t do anything they wouldn’t’ve approved of, or at least they wouldn’t let them catch wind of anything that they did do.

But if the plan was so airtight, why was Y/N sitting all by herself so pensively on this rainy morning?

Draco's screwed up a little bit and realises it (almost) too late. Easter break is worse when you're all alone.

Inure (requested)

Again, Draco surprised her by (acting?) seeming interested in setting up their house, arranging their things and the furniture properly. Perhaps it was just so that they could forge a relationship together somehow. It was… not exactly nice in her books (it should be a pretty expected thing, in her opinion), but at least a tad considerate of him. Having grown up in a household where her father rarely assisted in anything related to the household outside of money, she had expected about as much from him. She’d thought boys of her standing rarely differed from each other, at least in the ‘spoiled’ aspect.

My take on an arranged marriage AU.

Happy Accident (requested)

“You… spilt a partially complete Beautification Potion on yourself? Wow. I understand that it is in your wound but did you spill it anywhere else as well?” “Well… it was quite hot and I spilt it on my arm so I probably gave myself a mild burn there too but no, I don’t think I spilt it anywhere else.” “That makes sense… I thought you might have spilled some on your face.”

Y/N was a clumsy Apothecary apprentice. Draco was a Healer specialising in potion injury. Can I make it any more obvious?

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Series:

Kill Or Be Killed (Complete)

Almost unpredictably, she looked up and flashed Ron a smile, whose ears immediately flushed pink. Sure enough, the signatures matched and he handed her her bag, after which, she soon stepped out. “What the hell was that, Ron?” Ron just shook his head and looked over at her, before glancing back at the Employees Only room.

Y/N Y/L/N. He thought. How convenient. He looked over at the girl exiting, making a mental note. He quickly closed up the register and placed a ‘Next Counter Please’ sign for the next employee to take off. Ron had already cleaned up his area and had started heading back to the Employees Only room, probably to change.

Y/N. Draco finished up and put his hands in his pockets, heading back himself as he noticed a few other employees shuffling over. Physically, she’s an ordinary female, but mentally, just as spoilt and awful as Father.

Life’s done Draco a 180 and he’s out for blood. Set in a non-magic modern AU.

Get A Grip (Complete) - I II III

He waved over to Y/L/N and had her shift away, going up to the child himself. Of course.. he wasn’t exactly one to console others, so he leaned down and patted him on his back until he finally became calmer. As soon as the coast was clear, he helped the boy up and led him out the cellar. He took him through the back door into the gardens, reaching the edge of the fence. He told him the directions to the nearest safe town and reassured him of his fate. He was just about to push him through when he felt a hand firmly grab hold of the back of his shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” A rough, raspy voice called out, another hand gripping at his hair. Dolohov.. Draco’s back arched at this and his eyes began to water in pain.

Draco gets caught betraying the Dark Lord during the Second Wizarding War and Y/N helps him feel better. Set in an AU where Malfoy makes a few different choices.

His Royal Highness (In Progress)

She parted her lips to speak but was dumbfounded, her eyes wide. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn’t just.. ask her something like that out of nowhere.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that atrocious. Besides.. don’t you want to be-”

“You can’t just.. spring this on me! This is a really important matter! I can’t possibly understand why you’d ask me this so casually! It’s just.. so..” She shook her head in frustration, blood rushing through her ears.

Draco is a royal pain. And now Y/N has to experience it all first hand. Modern, non-magic, royal AU.

Currents (On Hiatus)

Destiny is but a dream. Your life is made up of choices, even ones you don’t take for yourself. They’re all irreversible. Set in stone forever. You are your decisions. You are what you’ve done, even if you didn’t choose to. No matter what. But what if I told you it was possible to go back? What if I told you you could change every little thing you ever regretted? Would you go back? Or would you rather live with your mistakes?

Set in an AU where Y/N and Draco are both Aurors and a certain crime results in a lot of unrepeatable events. Based on the album by Tame Impala.

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Dramione fanfics rec (2018-2019)

Hey, guys, this is just some fics that I like. I have a similar list here if you are interested or in need of a good dramione. I don´t read much angst so these are mostly fluffy. They´re not all published in 2018-2019 but I discovered them these years. I hope you all enjoy:

An Unexpected Malfoy by RiverWriter : Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can't ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family. WIP

The Troublesome Thing About Time by LadyKenz347 : Draco Malfoy has just arrived from twenty years in the future and insists on speaking to his wife, Hermione Granger. The only problem is that the Draco Malfoy she knows is still the snarky, button-pushing boy upstairs-and not the man in front of her now. COMPLETE.

Diamond Heart by artemisgirl: When Hermione approaches Draco Malfoy proposing a fake relationship between the two of them as part of a scheme, he's eager enough to participate - the potential benefits outweigh any costs on his time. But as it all progresses, Draco finds himself wondering what it would be like if what was 'fake' was real. COMPLETE.

The Alkahest by Shadukiam : The Marriage Law, once enacted, has the power to destroy Hermione's perfectly normal life. Luckily, she and Ron are already planning to obey the horrific law together as a team... Until a Malfoy-shaped wrench gets thrown into the works. WIP.

The Silk Thread by LoverGurrl411 : Dumbledore's dead, the ministry's desperate and crumbling around them, and war is on the horizon-but the only war that truly matters has yet to begin: the war of hearts. In between silence and hatred lies a twisted desire that will either consume them, or help them survive Voldemort's rise to power together. Marriage Law Fic. AU Seventh Year. WIP (one of the few angst).

The Family Business by Nova5621 : Scorpius Malfoy is convinced his parents are secret agents. Fancy formal wear, stashed weapons. I mean, look at how they met! COMPLETE.

A Secret Admirer by DragonLady37 : "Who does that belong to?" Lucius asked, his tone harsh. Draco's fingers tightened around the piece of cloth as he turned to his father. He kept it tightly in his fist. "My soulmate," he growled. "You've found her?" his mother asked, hand over her mouth, tears shining in her eyes. "Finally?" DRAMIONE, AU, Veela Fic. COMPLETE.

Draco's Bad Day by Maloreiy : Draco is having a bad day. In fact, every day is a bad day because he's been trying (unsuccessfully) to convince himself he's not in love with Hermione Granger, who is engaged to Ron (the prat) Weasley. Except that all of a sudden she's not. And Draco's about to have more good and bad days than he had ever expected. WIP.

Howl For Me by Kittenshift17: The Ministry enacts a Marriage Law, magically pairing couples who'd never in a million years agree to even speak, let alone wed. Paired off with Malfoy, Hermione has to suffer the added indignity of the Ministry banning all contraception and forcing fertility treatment and aphrodisiacs on them all. Draco's secret makes it worse. WIP.

Drastic measures by hbsj: Draco's mother had a plan: Draco would marry Astoria and make perfect little heirs to the Malfoy line, he wasn't necessarily happy about it but he knew he couldn't get what he really wanted anyway so what the hell, right? Hermione did NOT agree with the plan and would literally do anything to thwart it, will she succeed? A fun/dirty five-part Dramione, rated M for smut and language. COMPLETE.

His Veela Heritage by RiverWriter : His entire world shifted and he was suddenly certain that his life was no longer really his own, it belonged to her. He could only hope she'd forgive him, could only hope she'd accept him. Because he was a veela and Hermione Granger was his mate. The only woman who had any chance of truly making him happy was the same girl he'd spent half a lifetime tormenting. Karma was a bitch. COMPLETE.

Veela For A Day by tammyfait69: 8th year fic. Pansy gets her hands on a Veela lust potion & plans to lure Draco into her bed. When her plans go to pot, & Draco gets doused with the potion instead, he becomes irresistible. What will Draco do when half his class is trying to get down his pants? Why, turn to the brightest witch in his class of course. Will Hermione help or jump him herself? COMPLETE.

A Fear of Wolves by I'm All Teeth: "Do not stray from the path again. There are terrible monsters in these woods that would like nothing more than to devour delicious little girls like you. Run along to your grandmother's house and pray stop for no one." Fairy Tales, retold. COMPLETE.

In the Arms of Her Dragon by Wolf Blossom: "Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me." WIP.

The Worst Date Ever by MotherofBulls: Hermione loses a bet to Draco and now has to let him take her on "the worst date in the history of the world." His words. Hermione is in for a night full of crappy pub food, a rented children's choir, and casual violence. But at some point in this rubbish heap of an evening, Hermione finds that there's more to Draco than she thought. COMPLETE.

The Trouble With Veelas by hiddenhibernian: Draco just wants to make Hermione happy. Unfortunately, telling her he is a Veela and she is his mate would achieve exactly the opposite, so he has to find another way. Nothing else in Draco's life has gone according to plan, so he ought to have known it would only go downhill from there... Veela!Draco. COMPLETE.

Shallow Draco by MykEsprit: When Draco Malfoy is cursed to see only inner beauty, he finds Hermione Granger to be the most beautiful woman in the world. How utterly predictable. Dramione. One-shot. COMPLETE.

She was Beautiful by longdistance: What if Draco had other reasons for bullying Hermione so badly in school? What if her life had depended on it? This is a story of what happens when they meet again eight years after the war. He'll begin work on healing the wounds he created. COMPLETE.

A Season of Miracles by StoriesForTheMature: Hermione must tell Draco that he is the father of a suddenly motherless child. Will he refuse his new role as a father? Not if the miracle of Christmas has anything to do with it! COMPLETE.

Who Could've Thought That by Lerysakon: "Enlighten me, Granger, as to why you are being referred to as Professor Granger." Sorting. A new professor. The children make new friends. And Hermione has something to reveal – who is this mystery man of hers? COMPLETE.

Second Time Around by Neko-Tenchi: Draco fell in love with Hermione after it was already too late. Then a contraption of Dumbledore sets Draco back in time to his first year of Hogwarts with no memories of the future, but all his future-self's instincts, feelings and love felt towards Hermione. How will he do things the second time around. Time travel story with a twist: Draco Edition. WIP.

Her Number One Fan by Peanutbuttertoast1: Hermione leaves England to start a new life...only to return to find that the world has moved on in more ways than one...and her heart is touched by an unexpected encounter with her #1 fan! COMPLETE.

What Lynx Us Together by BirdsOfAFeather92: Draimione soulmate with a twist. What happens when its voluntary? WIP.

Lines by FlyingWorldOtter: Wizards were gathered in large numbers, because when matched, a fine magical line would connect your heart to your soul mates' heart. Once you had found the person at the other end of your line you would then hold hands and a golden glow would appear around the hands and personalized rings representing the couple would appear on their finger. WIP.

Fated by Hanako A: Hermione has always thought of herself as a rational creature. However the magic of her blood won't be denied, and there's nothing she can do to stop her fall. COMPLETE.

A cornucopia of noncoincidences by muffin_reverie: She was leaving her position as a Healer for good, or at least she thought she was.“I reckon you may want to reconsider that thought about not having to heal anyone ever again.” Ron awkwardly shifted on his feet.“Because you may have just broken Draco Malfoy’s nose with your knuckles.” COMPLETE.

A Game of Chance by TheLastLynx: Hermione barely registered Harry calling out after her to let in someone he was apparently waiting for. So when she rushed out, deep in thought, she smacked straight into the tall person standing just outside the door. ‘Careful there, Granger,’ someone with a pleasant baritone said, chuckling under his breath. ‘No need to hit on me.’ Hermione’s head snapped up. The pointy face of Draco Malfoy looked down on her, something like humour brightening his pale eyes. She raised her chin, ignoring the heat in her cheeks. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy.’COMPLETE.

A Theo-logical Dilemma by LightofEvolution: “Draco, Miss Granger is yelling at the dog in the tea room. What did he do?” Narcissa asked. “Maybe he ate her reports?” he suggested, knowing it wasn’t true. A little story about Hermione, Draco, and a black Labrador with a very human pedigree. COMPLETE.

All This Time by GirlwhoLived: It's 2007. Hermione has a job at the Ministry, a posh flat and even a new kitten. She is happy and content with what her life has become. And then Ronald Weasley appears on her doorstep. Three years ago he broke her heart and disappeared without a word. But now he has returned with every intention of winning her back. But Ron is in for one hell of a surprise. Hermione got married a year ago. To none other than Draco Malfoy. WIP.

All You Want by SenLinYu: Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic. COMPLETE.

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone: That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop? COMPLETE.

Bond by HalfwayThrough: Years into the war, Hermione is trapped for an entire night between a broken wand and a Death Eater. The consequences of which will affect everything. WIP.

Calla by RiverWriter: She had been missing for more than ten years. But then she had dark magic cast on her in the Department of Mysteries, and that insidious curse did more than just injure her physically. It revealed a secret, a truth. Hermione Granger could finally be recognized as the girl she’d been at birth: Calliope Nott. WIP.

Dangerous by sunalso: Life is, at last, safe and stable for Hermione. She knows who she is and who she loves. Until something starts to follow her in the dark and she finds she might not know herself at all. WIP

Business Partners by Debboluh: Andromeda Tonks approaches Hermione with an idea to start an orphanage and community center for children and families who have been affected by Voldemort’s werewolves, other extra-magical children and families are more than welcome! But what secret is their potions master hiding? And will Hermione ever find out? Draco's mood swings are giving Hermione whiplash, first he doesn't care and then he offering his own house!? COMPLETE.

Okay, I got tired. That´s all I´ll probably do another next year (or a part 2 this year).

#dramione #dramione fanfic #fanfic rec #random #draco x hermione

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Peter hale Jealous of Lydia

You wasn't a jealous person, but lately you the amount of time Peter and Lydia was spending together was starting to get a little annoying. "you sound jealous" Allison said copying notes for her homework.

"I'm not jealous, I'm.. I'm.."you say trying to think of a different word" okay maybe I am but I have good reason" you defend.

"really what reason because I can't see Lydia and Peter having a secret thing" Allison said back. You roll your eyes a habit you'd picked you from Peter. "first they have a connection, the whole Lydia brought Peter back to life" you say "oh you after he made her and the while town think she was crazy" Allison argued back making your point invalid.

"okay then Lydia was the one to tell him he was a father that would have had an impact don't you think" you say next again Allison had an answer "the daughter who wants nothing to do with him" you groaned clearly not getting your point across.

Allison finally looked up from her work "y/n I really don't think you have to worry also where has this all come from, those things happened ages ago now" she asked. You could feel your eyes swelling knowing what you was about to say, "for the past 2 weeks Peter has been meeting up with Lydia, they said he was teaching her to control her banshee powers" you stopped to take a breath and swallow feeling your voice get shaky. "and that's probably what they have been doing" Allison frowned seeing you get upset.

"when I suggested I would go and help Peter told me no, he said I could get hurt. If anything went wrong at least he'd heal." you say. Allison frowned more "but you don't believe that" she questioned. "no especially when he's been there every night this week" you say "so two days ago I followed him up to Lydia's lake house and they wasn't training" you told the huntress as her mouth fell open. "when I looked through the window Peter was hugging her, I ran before I could see anymore" you say crying at the thought of Peter cheating on you.

Allison was now doubtful to, but tried to reassure you it wasn't what you'd seen. You said thank you to her for cheering you up and putting up with your crying. Saying bye you heading up a floor to Peter's apartment. You got no answer when you knocked frowning thinking where is he.

On you way home you see Lydia's car parked outside the school, thinking it was late and dark you slowed down as you pasted. Something else caught your eye Peter's car. Pulling into the car park you walk the window to look in. Peter and Lydia was talking and smiling, you got closer to hear. "Tomorrow at boat house I have to go know before someone notices I'm gone" Lydia said "I'll be there, I can't wait it'll be... " Peter started but stopped. "someone else is here" he said. You ran back to your car driving off. The rest of the way home you tried to tell yourself Allison was right it's probably something Innocent but you couldn't help think they was having an affair.

The next morning you was determined to find out the truth. You was going to go to the boat house and find once and for all if they was just training or something else. Calling Allison to help you.

Peter had blanked your calls all day it was all part of his plan he knew it was sly but he needed to let keep being jealous. After seeing y/n leave the school he knew she'd heard him and Lydia, he was thankful that nothing they said was too bad. He more thankful that Allison would have her phone on load speaker when you called with your now not so secret plan. Peter called Lydia more excited then before he had tweaked their plans ready for tonight.

You and Allison got to the boat house all the lights was on. You got closer to the door when Allison got a call. "y/n I have to go my dad thinks I'm with Scott I need to go" you nodded knowing how Mr argent can get.

You was about to come out the bushes when Peter pulled up, he was dressed in a smart jeans and nice shirt he looked almost ready for a date and carried a small gift wrapped jewellery box. You watched Lydia greet him at the door and he gave her the box.

This was the last straw you ran over screaming their names. "finally sweetheart I thought you was going to be the bushes all night" Peter said. Lydia handed you the box "I was going to leave it on the bed with your clothes, I've laid you something out upstairs" she said giddy walking to her car. You was angry and confused and wanted to know what was going on. Peter told you do listen to Lydia and go up and get changed. Lydia had set out a gorgeous black dress and matching shoes, putting them on you fixed your hair. Finally opened the small long box, inside was a diamond necklace you knew cost more then you made in a year.

You went out the room calling Peter's name down the stairs. When you hear him say in here you walked into a room covered in fairy lights and candles. The table was set for two with something that smelt amazing coming from under the lids over the plates. Peter held your chair out as you looked in shock, "you did all this for me" you ask Peter sat facing you "yes Lydia has been helping me plan all this, it's why we've been meeting but I wanted to surprise you" he said.

You started giggling as he frowned "why are you laughing it's took ages to plan this" he said sounding a little disappointed. "I'm laughing because I've been jealous of Lydia for no reason and to think I thought you was having an affair with her" now Peter laughed too lifting off the lids to your meal. "I love you y/n, even if you get a bit crazy and jealous your still my girl" he smirked sitting back to eat.

Derek hale Jealous of Erica

Erica was always at the hale loft lately, every time you went she was there trying to flirt with Derek and you hated it.

It was all a game to her and Derek was to naive to see it no matter what you told him he said it's her trying to be the best beta nothing to worry or get jealous about. For a while you tried to not let Erica bother you that was until you overheard a conversation between Erica and Isaac.

"I really don't know what Derek see's in that human girl but be sure he'll be mine soon" you heard Erica say. "good luck with that" Issac said rolling his eyes at her. They both left with her still talking about ways to get Derek pissing you off as you finally entered the loft living room. You could hear them fighting and training down stairs, getting bored waiting you went to find Derek.

Erica heard you coming, just like she'd heard you listening in to her conversation with Isaac. She jumped on Derek like she was fighting with him then kissed him biting his lip in a heated kiss. Derek pushed her off him but it was too late you had already seen it. Tears running down your face to ran out of the loft. "you do that again" Derek roared at Erica before running after you.

Derek found you in the wood sat on the floor crying your eyes out. "y/n" he said low, making you lift your head "go away Derek" you snap trying to wipe your face. "not until you talk to me" he said holding out his hand to help you up. "why did you run off?" he asked. You raise your eyes "really Derek another girl has her legs you snogging the face off you and you expect me to stay" you argue back.

"I don't like her and don't know why she did it but it's not going to happen again I promise you y/n" he says looking in your eyes. "she did because she wants to be with you" you tell him thinking about what she'd said earlier "and she's right I'm just a weak human you should be with someone like you, like her" you say sad nit really sure what you meant if it was a break up statement or a wish to become a wolf. As you go to walk away Derek spins you his eyes glowing red fangs showing "do you want me to turn you! Make you my mate and my top beta! Make Erica an omega! Say it y/n and I'll do it anything to prove to you I'm in love with you and only you" his voice deeper then normal but his red eyes pleading with yours.

Nodding you hold your arm up agreeing to his offer. Derek bites your wrist hard making you scream in pain. When he pulls away his face is back to normal your blood dripping from his lips. Derek hugs you tight waiting for the wound to start healing. After a an hour the bite mark is gone you smile at Derek. "now that's done time for your next one" he said making you look confused as he shifted again. This time Derek bit your neck only this didn't hurt like the first one but it made you shift too, when he stopped you looked at him "what did you do that for" you ask nervous. "That was a mate mark. I want us to go back and show everyone your my mate, girlfriend, soul mate what ever you want to call it I want them to know" he said putting his arm around you taking you back the loft ready to make sure you will never be jealous of anyone again.

Theo Raeken Jealous of Tracy

You had always hated kanimas so it was no surprise Tracy was one well half one, or Theo was her alpha. Theo tried to keep you out of as much dread doctor business as possible and you respected that, but lately every time you saw Tracy in school you wanted to punch her.

It didn't help a lot of school kids was confused over who out you both Theo was actually dating. "Tracy's changed a lot" one girl behind you in the lirbery said as Tracy walked past. "I think it's because she's dating Theo now their always with each other lately" another said. Your blood boiled any chance of studying had gone as you picked up your bags leaving.

By the lockers you saw Theo and of course his new Tracey shaped shadow. You went over to him, Theo's wolf senses already telling him you was pissed off "hey baby girl" he greeted you with a smile to which you didn't return. "get the hell away from my boyfriend!" you demand looking her in the eyes. Tracy however just laughed "I mean it Tracy stay the fuck back I know he's your alpha but he's my man so go now" you snarl

"aw is the little human jealous, can't handle a little competition" Tracy coo'd mocking you. You punched her as hard as you could almost breaking your knuckles. Tracy flicked out her claws as a threat "go on I dare you" you say looking at her hand. "your not the first kanima I've faced, and Jackson was the real deal not a crippled attempt like you" you say back bit showing any fear.

At this point Theo stepped in as Tracy went for you. He grabbed her wrist telling her to go, she gave you a snotty dirty look before following orders. Theo took your hand in his looking at the swelling and bruising already starting. Without works and a blank look on his face Theo lead you away from the lockers.

At the nurses office the was no one there, Theo told you to sit while he looked in a few cupboards, coming back with an ice pack putting it on your hand. "are you going to tell me what that was all about princess?" Theo asked pressings the ice down. You rolled your eyes not really wanting to answer him. "I'm waiting y/n" he said after a few minutes of silence. "I hate Tracy! I hate how much time your spending with her!" you say looking at the wall avoiding his eyes.

Theo smirked it was the first time the blank poker face faded since your argument with Tracy. "princess you really don't have to be jealous of Tracy" he said. You went to speak but Theo cut you off leaning in to speak "and before you try to deny it, I've smelt it on you for days now" he said in your ear. "okay maybe I am but I have reason when half of beacon hills thinks you are with her" you say. To your surprise Theo hummed and began kissing your neck as you spoke, "you spend more time with her and the rest of that pack then you with me lately!" you tell him.

Theo didn't answer at first instead continued kissing and nipping at your neck. Annoyed he wasn't listening "Theo I mean it listen to me" you say not making much of effort to move him, enjoying the feeling too much. "I was listening to you princess" he mumbles between kisses "and you should know I don't like her ether she's just a good soldier, nothing like my sweet, smart, unpredictable y/n" he says looking in your eyes "she's not your, and I'm only spending time with her to make sure she doesn't screw up all my plans" you couldn't help smile at his words.

"well I wish you wouldn't especially round school" you say with a pout. Theo just laughed looking at the spot on your neck he'd been kissing. "what?" you ask looking at his adorable grin.

"nothing princess, just admiring my handy work" he said making you jump to your feet. In the mirror you see on large purple bruise and two smaller ones close to it. "Theo" you scream at the sight of the marks. Theo laughs putting his arms around you, "well this one way to shut the Students of beacon hills up" he says talking off his jacket, sliding it onto you "now they'll know who my girl really is"

Chris Argant Jealous of Melissa

Chris had been out with the pack getting hurt, something clawed his back or at least that's what stiles told you on the phone. You rushed home to see what has happened almost skipping a few red lights. All apparently not needed, as he was sat with Melissa McCall. Neither of them heard you enter, as they giggle together.

"look if you want this done before she's back, keep still" Melissa giggled. You stopped in the hallway listening in. "thanks for keeping all this a secret" you hear Chris say. "well I think both of us wanna keep this and the other times a secret" she said back.

What was a secret, what other times. Your mind raced as you started thinking the worst. The was a few minutes of silence part of you wanted to look round the corner to see what they was doing. You stopped when Chris spoke "nice won't even scar" he said "well I am a professional and it's rear you let me get my hands on you" she sounded flirty and seductive. "maybe I'm afraid of what will happen if I do" he answers back. You couldn't listen anymore their words you need to see what was happening.

Melissa kissed Chris's cheek close to his lips. "what was that for" Chris asked shocked. You froze you couldn't speak or think "for Scott and" Melissa started but didn't get to finish as you hand smacked her hard across the face. The next minute or two was a mix of screaming and shouting, Melissa saying it's not what it looked like and you shouting a number of swear words like slut and whore trying to hit her again. Chris grabbed you dragging you away as you scream trying to hit him.

Melissa left as Chris held you against the wall till you calmed down. "the kiss was her thanking me for saving Scott, I don't know what you think you saw but it was innocent you didn't have to hit her" he said trying to explain. "really so what was the talk of secret meeting about then" you say punching him in the chest not moving much.

Chris's face dropped knowing your heard them. He knew you'd find out eventually but he didn't want it to be like this. "y/n look, the is nothing going on with me and Melissa, she's been patching me up when I go out with Derek. I didn't want you finding out how hurt I was so I'd ask Melissa to stitch me up so you didn't worried and stop me going out" he explained.

You had calmed down but still didn't truly believe him. When Chris let you go and turned around you saw he'd popped his stitches. Walking to the first aid box still open on the table "sit down your still bleeding" you order him coldly. You start cleaning his cut pushing harder then you normally would still angry. Chris hissed in pain "ouch y/n" he snapped at you "oh sorry I'm not as professional as Melissa" you say innocently but her name had a lot of venom to it.

Chris turned in his chair cupping your cheeks in his hands "y/n, you don't have to be jealous of Melissa I don't like her, her son is dating my daughter it just weird. And I love you y/n only you" he suddenly kissed you hard and rough trying to show you how he felt in that one kiss. When you pulled back you finally believed him now feeling guilty. "I'm sorry for being jealous" you start but Chris hugs you close to his chest "I know and you don't have to I'm sorry you felt like that" he told you. "I guess I own Melissa an apology" you say embarrassed "yes but first let go to bed we can apologise to each first" he said with a smile.

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The Pisces (2018) by Melissa Broder

Obsessed over her ex-boyfriend, Lucy breaks his nose when finding out he met someone new. Given two ultimatum, to either go to legal court for the nose or sign up for serval months of women's therapy for her "Love Addiction", Lucy picks the latter. Her sister offers her to stay at her beach house in exchange for Lucy babysitting the sister's dog.

Between group therapy sessions, Lucy attend serval awful dates with meaningless, boring sex. She feels lost.

During late night beach walks, she sometimes meets a beautiful man out swimming. He's cute and charming, and she is able to be open with him in a way she hadn't before. He however is always in the water, because of his heavy wetsuit, he says. His name is Theo.

After many meetings and finally kissing, the mysterious man finally shows her the truth. He is actually a merman! Lucy who feel very connected to him wants to try make this work though.

Their relationship is sexy and cute and sexy and romantic and sexy. Just wow, i'm in awe. Who could have thought, a merman. With help of a wheelbarrow, they are able to snuggle up in the beach house. But Theo is afraid of dogs and the sister's dog hates fish, and try attack on sight. This leads to Lucy constantly giving the dog sleeping pills to be able to have sex with Theo.

During this time, the ex have been sending lots of desperate "I miss youu" to Lucy, and with the therapy at it's ends meet, she tells Theo she might go home soon to never return again.

Theo gets heartbroken and disappears at sea for serval days. While Lucy awaits him, she keep drugging the dog and even finds out that the ex-boyfriend doesn't want her back. His new girlfriend is pregnant and he is just showing cold feet, wtf.

When sister comes home, the dog has died of an overdose. It's unclear if she told her the reason why, but i doubt it because Lucy keep saying she never had anyone over, even though we know she did.

The merman comes back, and Lucy says she chooses him over everything. Theo, now paler than before and eyes grown dark says they can be together if she joins him in the waterworld. Lucy agrees, and confusingly packs a bag and dreams of her new life as a mermaid. BUT when they prepare to go into the water together, Theo ties a rope around her wrist.

He says it's because human bodies will reflexively struggle for survival and try to reach the surface again. Confused, Lucy realize she will not turn into a mermaid but that Theo is a siren, and need blood/souls to survive or something. She asks how many he got so far, which he honestly says 17 bodies.

Realizing she is not special, Lucy angrily breaks up and they part ways for good. Her final reflections of reconnecting with her sister and herself as a single woman is her main priority from now on.

I'm so surprised by this book, it's really good?! Finished those 298 pages in just 6 early hours. 5/5 stars

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A Girl Called Owl (2017) by Amy Wilson

I'm a big fan of Frozen, that's why I picked up this book based on the cover, thinking it would be some sort of knockoff Elsa story. But to my surprise it's more like a... DreamWorks Jack Frost fanfiction?

Owl is a normal high school girl, but one day she realize she has ice powers! Her mother confesses that she entered the magic realm with a secret spell (she randomly found a magic book one day) when she was teenager and spent one single day with Jack Frost. Oh boy.

I know that the Jack Frost character is old as time, but the way he's described is suspiciously similar to the animated character from 2012. At the beginning of chapter 14, Owl even googles his name to find out that wow, there's a movie about him being "a guardian". HMMM.

Owl goes looking for Jack and they meet through her mother's old spellbook. He doesn't believe she's his daughter because he hasn't planned for one or something. They dance in the snow, he is handsome. His best friend North Wind shows up, he's also handsome for some reason. Owl is happy to have a dad again.

Owl tells Jack that she's "half fairy, half winter spirit", but fairies hasn't been established in this book (yet) so i can't figure out if she's lying or if it's a script error? He doesn't even react on it.

Meanwhile, in high school. A mysterious exchange student shows up. He dress in punk clothes and have a scary mohawk hairstyle. He approach her with cryptic "I know who you are". Turns out he's sent to spy on her, he's a tree nymph that can control the wind. Okay.

Owl is forced back to the magic realm because it's illegal for spirits to mate with humans (so she's not a fairy anymore?) and she's the proof a deed like that has been committed. So Jack's sent to some secluded place and she is to try out his job. Jack still denies that he has a daughter.

She fails miserably because she angry over Jack not accepting her, she freeze too much and almost kill people but stopped by Jack himself. He then recalls Owl mother, "oh i thought the woman who visited me was just a dream of my imagination" (p.210). What.

They have a meeting with Mother Earth and they figure out that punk guy's boss, "the count of Autumn" has been jealous of Jack's winter. So he planted a magic spellbook infront of a pretty human to cause problems for him.

Mother Earth clears the arguments and Jack promises to visit his daughter sometimes, but work comes first. And Owl is sent back to her mother in time for movie night.

Btw, Owl has a human best friend called Mallory, who's parents are going through a divorce which basically works as a page filler for the non-magical events. At the end, she's like "wow my best friend is half-fairy, half winter spirit" which by now has been clear not to be??

And oh, her name is Owl because her spirit animal is an owl. But Jack Frosts spirit animal is the wolf, because why not.

It's written oddly like something I would write in high school. A young girl turns out to be magical and the exchange student is also special and every guy we encounter are either old or handsome. I'm obviously not the target audience but it was a nice little read anyway. Made me nostalgic because my young self stories basically all looked kind of like this haha! 3/5 stars

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The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together.

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warnings: none. fluff?

words: 1586

‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.

“(Y/N)!”

Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.

“How?”

(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

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Liam Booker (Faking It): ISFP

Dominant Introverted Feeling [Fi]: Liam has very strong morals and is first and foremost concerned with doing the “right” thing. His conscience rules him, and if he does anything that contradicts his internal values, he obsesses over it until he’s able to correct his perceived shortcoming. Liam takes a stand for what he believes in. He is socially, economically, and environmentally aware, and wants the way he lives to reflect his principles. He’s opposed to lying and sneaking around, which makes his relationship with Karma difficult for him because he’s under the impression that Karma is dating Amy. He doesn’t want to get in the way of their relationship, and even though he cares about Karma, he feels that getting in the middle of their relationship is wrong. That’s just not who he is. Liam values honesty and hates that Amy is forcing him to keep their secret from Karma. He just wants to fess up, tell her the truth, and deal with the consequences. He can’t live with the guilt. Liam believes in punishing himself when he breaks his moral code and vows to abstain from sex after sleeping with Amy. He doesn’t like to openly discuss how he’s feeling, and prefers to do something to fix things rather than talk about it. Liam is very loyal to the people he loves and gives up his dream to get Karma and her family out of jail. He doesn’t tell her about this, though, because he didn’t do it to gain favor with her. He wants to earn her forgiveness and had no intention of using his good deed to sway her. He’s outraged when Karma considers taking the $250,000 check Mr. Booker wrote her to keep her away from Liam. He turned Zita down after she threw herself at him while Karma was contemplating accepting the bribe money, which hurts even more, because he knows she wouldn’t consider it for a single second if the money was given to her to stay away from Amy.

Auxiliary Extroverted Sensing [Se]: Sometimes, Liam makes shortsighted decisions in the heat of the moment and often comes to regret them after having time to reflect. He keeps seeing Karma, even though he’s against being with her behind Amy’s back. When he’s angry or upset, he tends to react without considering the ramifications. After his breakup with Karma, he learns that she had faked her relationship with Amy. In his outrage over being lied to for so long, he sleeps Amy and becomes immediately remorseful of his actions following the incident. Liam enjoys sensory pleasures, particularly sex, and is a talented artist. He expresses himself by creating, and is very good at translating his feelings into the works he produces (Fi-Se). Liam tends to work through his feelings physically – whether it’s by producing art or going to a mixed martial arts class with Theo.

Tertiary Introverted Intuition [Ni]: If Liam gets a hunch about something, he usually believes in it, fully committing to the idea, even if he’s completely mistaken. When Jackson Lee takes a special interest in him and his art, Liam is convinced that Jackson is his real father. He begins investigating to confirm his suspicions, and believes that he found “evidence” to prove it (his mother in the same photo as Jackson). However, it never occurs to him that it’s just a coincidence and his theory turns out to be incorrect. When Liam has a goal in mind, he can become singularly focused on achieving it, particularly if it’s something that is important to him morally.

Inferior Extroverted Thinking [Te]: When Liam believes in something, he does something about it. He organizes protests and inspires others to rally around him and fight back. When in protest mode, Liam is able to take charge, make decisions, and shout commands to the crowd. He doesn’t like when things are done for money, power, or control, which is why he refuses to drive a fancy car or buy expensive clothing, even though he comes from a rich family. He doesn’t like what money has done to them and rebels against that lifestyle. Liam is very upfront and lays down rules when need be – he tells Brandi upfront that their relationship must be casual sex or nothing. He’s not looking for a girlfriend, and if she can’t handle that, they have to stop hooking up. He knows what he wants, and has no problem speaking up.

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Quotes:

Brandi: Where have you been, Pooh Bear? Who’s this bitch? Liam: Whoa, Brandi, you’re drunk. Brandi: He’s mine, so keep those nipples to yourself. Karma: That was my goal from the beginning, I promise. Liam: Look, I am not your boyfriend. We’re just good friends who occasionally have sex, but if that’s too confusing for you, then we have to stop. [to Karma] What? Karma: Nothing. Liam: Look, I’m not a douche bag, all right? I’m always clear about my ground rules. And girls, they always agree to them, and then they get- Karma: Clingy? Women are genetically wired to mate and start a family. In fact, if we weren’t, our entire species would’ve died out, so have some respect.

Shane: They’re here, they’re queer, they need your votes. Nice work, minions. Liam: Anything to help the gays.

Karma: Liam’s parents are rich, but he drives a beat-up biodiesel, which means he’s socially aware. His best friends are a gay guy and a feminist, which means he’s tolerant and accepting of strong women. And he’s an artist, which means that deep down inside he’s wounded.

Liam: I’m glad you got back together with your girlfriend. You two are like the school’s Portia and Ellen. Karma: Which one am I? Please say Portia. Liam: Trust me, you’re the Portia. Which is why we probably shouldn’t make out again. I don’t want to be the asshole that breaks up Hester’s cutest couple.

Liam: We can see through your lies! She’s just trying to buy us! Robin: Trust me, no one is trying to buy you. Though you’ll each be getting new Skwerkel smartphones and tablets. Liam: What do you get out of this? Robin: The satisfaction of helping a school in desperate need of money. Also, Skwerkel will own all data collected on these devices. Karma: That means our photos, our emails, our text messages. They want to make us their digital slaves. Are we gonna let them? Crowd: Hell, no! Liam: Time to occupy Hester. Man your stations!

Liam: Money has made my family secretive, image-obsessed ass. I want nothing to do with it or them.

Liam: Look, maybe you two are okay with this sneaking around thing, but I’m not. I tried to be, but it’s just not who I am.

Liam: They’re right. I knew Karma had a girlfriend, but I kept seeing her. Shane: Why are you beating yourself up like this? It’s not your fault they broke up.

Liam: Six months? That’s forever. Karma: I know, I’m sorry. But if people at school think I left Amy for you, they’ll hate us more than oil companies. Liam: And Amy is okay with this? I just, I really don’t like lying.

Amy: This is kidnapping. Shane: It’s really more blackmail. Lauren: We’re going to take photos of this assjolr that are so shocking and deviant, he’ll never tell anyone my secret. Shane: Conveniently, my mom sells sex toys out of the trunk of her car. Amy: Guys, guys, this is illegal and highly disturbing. Lauren, how bad could this secret be? Lauren: Ugh, I’m not telling you my fucking secret. Shane: She’s not. Trust me, I tried. Liam: Guys, I’m with Amy. Maybe it’s a good thing this thing gets out. They say you’re only as sick as your secrets. Amy: What? No, who says that? Who, the voices in your head? Tell ’em to shut up. I changed my mind. I’m on board. This is America. We are all entitled to our secrets. Will you excuse us for a second? What the hell was that? “You’re only as sick as your secrets”? I’m sorry, but the guilt is killing me. Amy: Oh, this little piggy went boo-hoo-hoo all the way home. Man up. Look, it’s killing me too, but what would it do to Karma if she found out that her soul mate slept with you? Liam: So what, we just pretend it never happened? Amy: What happened? See how easy that was? And before we never speak of this again, do I need to add contracting syphilis to last night’s list of tragic events?

Shane: You’re still hung up on Karma, aren’t you? I don’t get it. Are her lips dusted with cocaine or something? Liam: No, this is not about Karma, and I’m only hung up on her because Little Liam wanted to meet a lesbian, so he needs to be put in time-out. Shane: Why are you punishing your penis? Hey, Karma is the one who lied. Liam: Trust me, I deserve to be punished. Shane: No, you deserve to move on, and the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new, stat. Unless you don’t want to get over her. Liam: Of course I want to get over her. I just think celibacy is the best way to do that. Shane: I don’t know. In my experience, it only leads to blue balls and long, incoherent speeches about wolves.

Amy: This is your last chance. Promise me you won’t tell Karma or I’m about to make a scene so juicy I might win a daytime Emmy. Liam: What if I tell her I slept with someone and I don’t say that someone was you? Amy: Not a negotiation, last chance. Liam: Wow, you’re completely mental. This is what secrets do to people. Amy: Three, two – Liam: You wouldn’t dare ’cause then you’d have no leverage. Amy: [hits Liam in the face] How dare you? That was one. Liam: Amy, come on. Amy: Don’t touch me! Liam: Amy. Amy: Do you know where I met Liam? At a protest. And do you know what we were protesting? Skwerkel. Mr. Booker: Liam. Amy: But it turns out, he was just seducing me. He never told me his father founded the company. Who are you, Liam Booker? Liam: That’s hilarious. Amy has been taking improv classes, and she’s getting very good. Amy: And if that weren’t enough of a betrayal, I also found out that he slept with my best friend.

Liam: I cannot believe – Did I just really say all of that out loud? Amy: You did. And your family… Liam: Probably disowned me, but right now, I do not give a fuck. I have a huge weight off my back. Amy: Now I get why you’re so hung up on honesty. Liam: Yeah, well a few years ago I accidentally found my original birth certificate and my whole world cracked. It weighed me down ever since. I wish somehow I could un-know it, but, I can’t. I don’t want to tell Karma something she can’t un-know, I care about her way too much. Amy: That’s just how I feel, thank you.

Shane: Quit taking it out on these innocent art supplies. Liam: Shane, really, I don’t want to talk about it. Shane: That’s just your straight guy resistance to talking about your feelings. Push through it. Theo: What are y’all on about? Shane: It’s Karma’s birthday, and Liam can’t be with her for reasons too complicated and fucked up to specify. Theo: Wanna go hit stuff? Always makes me feel better. I’m taking this mixed martial arts class downtown. Shane: Nice try, Theo, but what Liam needs is to talk it all out over some grilled cheeses at Millie’s Diner. Theo: What is this, The View? Liam: Shane, I’m sorry, but that class is just what the doctor ordered. Shane: You’re not the doctor. You’re the patient. You can’t prescribe your own medicine. Theo: Wow, you really think you know what’s best for everybody, don’t you? Shane: It’s a gift. Liam: We’ll talk it out later, I promise. But right now, I just want to punch someone in the face without getting arrested. You wanna come? Shane: I’ll pass. It all sounds a bit too aggressively heterosexual for me.

Karma: If she can’t handle our relationship, then maybe it’s not meant to be. Do you want some dessert? They have homemade doughnuts. Liam: She doesn’t want doughnuts. She wants Reagan. Karma: Amy loves doughnuts. Liam: Karma, we get it. You know all of Amy’s favorite foods, but can’t you see that she’s really into Reagan? You can fix this, but you’ve gotta go and stop her. Amy: You’re right. Liam: No, Karma. Karma, this isn’t about you. You need to give them space.

Karma: You gave up art for me? Liam: Zita told you? Karma: The real question is why you didn’t. Liam: Because I didn’t do it to buy your forgiveness. I want to earn that. But do you think I ever will? Karma: Look, I want to forgive you. You’re doing all the right things. I’m just scared of getting hurt again, which is why I need to be in control. Liam: I’m okay with that. Karma: Then put your hands behind your back.

Shane: Grr! Young Jackson Lee was cute. Liam: And that’s Robin in the same picture. That’s proof! Shane, he’s my dad! Shane: I don’t know. I’ve been in plenty of pictures with people I haven’t impregnated. Liam: No, it all makes so much sense now! Being an artist is in my blood, and now my dad has come back to build some kind of relationship with me. I’ve dreamt about this moment. Shane: Liam- Liam: Shh! When I dreamt about it, there was no talking.

Amy: Who wouldn’t consider taking $250,000? Liam: I’ve been such an idiot. Karma: It could help my parents get back on their feet, help pay for college. How could I not consider it for even a second? Liam: After you left L.A., Zita kissed me. She made it very clear she wanted more, but I turned her down. It didn’t take me a week to think about it. Karma: Oh, yeah, well, too bad you didn’t think before you slept with Amy. Amy: Karma, please leave me out of this. Liam: Here we go again. You’re taking a bribe to stay away from me, but I’m the one defending myself? Karma: I’m not rich, Liam! I didn’t fall asleep in class because I’ve been studying. I’ve been working every catering gig I could get. And I live in a freaking juice truck! Liam: It’s so besides the point, it’s not even funny. If you were offered that money to stay away from Amy, you wouldn’t have considered it for one second!

Principal Turner: These are all of the school’s known visual artists. One of them has to be “B.” All right, you Banksy wannabes. You’ve had your fun. Now if someone doesn’t admit to being “B,” you will all be suspended. And yes, I can do that. Again, read the Terms & Conditions. Liam: It was me, okay? I am “B.” Now, let everyone else go. Principal Turner: B for Booker. You know, I think we might just skip right past suspension to full-on expulsion Penelope: Stop! It wasn’t Liam. It was me. “B” is for Beaver. I mean, Bevier.

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Blood Bound [Chapter Four]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: witchy and vamp stuff, blood, minor injuries, nightmares, illusions/flashbacks of assault and death and terrible living conditions.

A/N:

So! This chapter was written (and inspired by) for @moonstruckbucky ‘s challenge, the #halloweenhauntsauchallenge

My prompt (bolded) was “Magic is really very simple, all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it.” (from Halloweentown)

Enjoy!!!

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Previously….

A few realizations hit Bucky one at a time, time seemed to slow around you. Firstly, the necklace that was now exposed and pressed against your collarbone, had a mint leaf charm. His free hand ran across the charm, dread and recognition creeping up his throat, burning him from the inside out. Mint.

Secondly, was the fact he never told you his last name. Sure, you could have researched it, but no one but his small family back at the motel knew his nickname. No one except maybe….

The final realization came when you opened your eyes, the wind and sparks surrounded the two of you, pressed together tenderly, satisfaction settling deep into his bones. He felt a chill run down his spine as he connected the final dot. What was I saying in my vision? You looked up at him with the utmost adoration, the haunting familiarity made him gasp softly. Your eyes had swirled into a different color with your powers surrounding him. You had kaleidoscope eyes.

Here, with your face in his hands, Bucky felt the entire world finally start to make sense. All the pain, all the loneliness, it all would be worth it. You were the missing piece of his very existence. His little witch.

“Theo?” He murmured, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice. Every single sign pointed to this one conclusion, and yet-

“Who the hell is Theo?” Your face scrunched up in confusion, and he couldn’t help but notice how cute you were with your nose creased up like that, despite his heart dropping at your words. “And why are your eyes like that?” You mumbled absentmindedly, your hand raising to touch his cheek.

Sparks flew from your fingertips, crackling around his skin. He shuddered, tilting his head towards your fingers. “Like what, little witch?” He smiled warmly, letting himself get lost in your glowing eyes. His little witch was somehow alive, and even though you didn’t seem to remember him, some part of you did, at least enough to trust him. Even though he himself couldn’t remember everything, here he was, getting lost in the swirling colors in your irises. He had a second chance, in the form of a second life.

“Your eyes… Bucky, they’re golden and black,” he sighed softly, feeling a warmth settle into his chest from hearing you call his name, the words beyond them being lost. Until they practically hit him in the face. The words. Those words he spoke as Theo died in front of him. Another realization. But this time it was a mutual realization.

You gasped softly, pulling away from him, the spell around you broken. The wind froze, and the electricity died out with a fizzle. His eyes swirled back to crystal blue, making you gulp faintly. His utterly pained expression as you took a step away made your heart clench. “Y-you… you’re a witch!” You cried out, terror creeping up every muscle and nerve in your body. “But a vampire… oh god, you are – were – a natural-born witch.”

You took another step back, your feet getting caught in a tree root. You screeched, falling backward as a sharp pain shot through your ankle. You tensed, waiting to feel the dense undergrowth of the forest, but instead, you only felt the small shiver of cool skin. Slowly, you pried your eyes open, another yelp stuck in your throat. Bucky had not only caught you but was already sitting you down on a thick fallen tree. He moved fast, a blur as he grabbed your blanket, wrapping you up in it.

“Always so clumsy, little witch,” he muttered, adoration in his eyes. He stilled, take a shallow breath as he looked down at your foot. “And you’re bleeding.”

His hands were shaking, and as his eyes went red, your natural reaction was fear. “P-please don’t,” you placed a hand on his chest, and his eyes snapped up to yours. It made sense now. The swirling winds, the unpredictability. Two supernatural creatures rolled into one, and he was tied to your very soul.

He calmed to your touch, willing himself to not be the reason for the fear in your eyes. Wordlessly, he ripped off a piece of the bottom of his shirt, kneeling and pulling your ankle up. You could start to feel the warm blood drip down your foot, your ankle twisted from the fall. “Why don’t you drink from people casually? It’s not written in any of the books about vampires, and I’ve never been able to, ya know, ask one before. Like why don’t ya just find some chick and drink up without killing her?” He wrapped up the cut, using the fabric as a makeshift gauze as you rambled on, calm again at his presence. Once he was done, he stood back up, a little wobblily, but standing none the less.

“Drinking blood from someone without killing them is the uttermost form of trust. It’s telling the vampire you don’t just trust them to not kill you, but that you’d gladly die to help them. Some vampires get a little cocky about that idea.” He took a step closer, before sitting beside you. “Why aren’t you wearing any shoes in the middle of the woods?” He wouldn’t look at you, still trying to distract himself from your blood. His own personal drug.

“Where did a vampire learn proper wound technique?” You shot back, giving him a look.

“The civil war,” he deadpanned, now meeting your eyes out of pure spite.

You turned slightly towards him, “The American Civil War, huh? How old are you really? And are you going to explain who Theo is? And why a vampire, who is supposed to be coordinated and perfect, stumbles all over the place?” You went quiet, before adding in a small voice. “And how you’re a witch…” Your hands gripped onto the bark of the fallen tree, letting the course texture distract you from your swirling thoughts.

He sighed softly, running his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, first starters, yes. The American Civil War. Theo is a long story, and so is the lack of coordination.” He closed his eyes, unsure how to tell you the next part of his sentence, without freaking you out. “And I can’t remember when I was born.”

“Wait, sorry, hold up. You can’t remember when you were born?!” You asked incredulously, eyebrows up, and turned towards him in shock.

He nodded slowly, letting himself turn back towards you. “I was born in the 1660s I think… And turned in 1702. I can’t remember exactly when I was born because of the way I died messed up my memories.”

Your head tilted unconsciously towards him, nose scrunched up again. “How did you die?”

“You sure you want to know, sweetling?”

“Everything. I want to know everything,” you laid your hand on top of his on the bark of the tree, looking up at him. “Whoever this Theo is, how you died… you… I want to know about you.”

His eyes were zeroed in on where his hand was pressed against yours. They trailed upwards, locking onto your birthmark on your inner wrist. He took a deep, and technically unnecessary, breath, calming himself faintly. “I was raised in the Colonies, I cannot exactly remember it all, but there was always this girl. Theodosia, my Theodosia. She was a witch, I know that, and I guess I was too.” His eyebrows scrunched together, taking a gulp of air before continuing. “I-I… I cannot remember who exactly, but someone was after us. They were suspicious, and they….” His lip trembled, and, quickly getting the hint something happened to her, you gently rubbed your thumb into his hand. Any remaining fear of him left as he choked out a sob, having difficulty swallowing as he spoke, “I ran, god, I ran. I-I cannot remember exactly when, but they found me. They found me and killed me in those wetlands, during Queen Anne’s War, and Steve found me. Vampire venom… well, it could only do so much. The damage, it took my memory, and balance at times. Venom turned me, saved me from death and cursed me to an eternity of pain.”

“Eternity must be lonely,” you whispered softly, gently lacing your fingers with his, tenderly leaning your head against his shoulder. “At least you have someone to spend it with.”

“And Sam,” he was quite shocked to see you leaning against him, but the yearning in his chest was finally settled down, sated at your touch. “They are my family. I got lucky in some ways, though I would not wish this curse upon my most hated enemy. The very meaning of life is the end. How a human spends their short lives on this planet, that… that means something because it can end. It does not end for a vampire. It’s awfully hard to kill a vampire.”

“So, you forgot you were witch, huh?” You teased faintly, smiling softly up at him.

He cracked a smile; silently grateful you were trying to keep the mood light. “I did not even remember Theo for years, until-” He tensed, taking a breath, unsure how to continue. You squeezed his hand gently, encouraging him to continue. “Until you came back,” he whispered softly.

“Came back?” You scoffed, making his shoulders fall, disappointment was written on his face. Witches, looming darkness, a dead coven, hell even a vampire being blood bound to you, you could accept. But the idea of reincarnation? Not likely. Or was it? This entire ordeal was utterly exhausting to think about. Naturally, you quickly diverted the conversation. “Why don’t I reteach you how to be a witch?”

He looked over at you skeptically, “Is that a good idea?”

You shrugged, “Considering the unchecked windstorm we had twenty minutes ago, I’d say you need a bit of practice.” You looked up towards him, gently pushing a stray brunet curl out of his eye. “And all that power? I’d say you’re a natural-born,” you whispered.

“Is there a difference?” He tilted his head faintly towards you, seeking out your warmth.

“Magic has rules, it takes energy from the witch to give off energy. Smaller things like Natasha’s mood changing power, only take a small amount of energy. Larger things, such as Wanda’s telekinesis, take larger amounts of energy. Natural born witches have stronger power with less energy, we were born with the Gift, instead of learning it.” You paused, your fingers gently holding the mint charm of your necklace. “That’s why the Council doesn’t like Naturals, we’re stronger.”

“Show me,” you looked up to see how close he was. Now, with your head tilted towards him, your lips were only an inch or two away from his.

You quickly turned away, blushing as you nodded. Holding out your palm, you let the electricity flow through you. Small crackles of blue and white sparked around your fingertips, running up and down your hand. “Magic is really very simple, all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it.” You let the sparks die down, looking towards him. “Of course, there are specific spells, but that’s the main part of it. You can try it if you want, you seemed good at controlling the wind,” You gently took his hand in yours, not noticing the slight blush explode on his cheeks as he followed your lead, right hand facing palm up. “Now want it,” you murmured.

He gulped, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. “Just want it.” But he was distracted. His thoughts weren’t of the winds as you thought they were, they were on you. He was focused on having you remember. Yet as the winds began to pick up, he knew you weren’t remembering it quite yet. His eyes opened, and the breath got knocked from his lungs. You were smiling, the wind picking up your hair slightly, a small wall of wind spinning around the two of you. You were utterly enchanting and mesmerizing. He smiled warmly, biting down his excitement as he let the winds die down. He honestly didn’t think he could do that, but you kept pushing him just a little further.

You yawned loudly, your eyes struggling to stay open as the wind died down completely. Bucky tenderly pushed a stray curl of hair away from your eyes and behind your ear. “Let’s get you back to bed, little witch,” he gave you a lopsided smirk as he stood, easily picking you up bridal style. You yelped, clinging to his shoulders, which felt familiar. “Do you trust me?”

You looked up into crystal blue eyes, “With my life,” you murmured. He shot a devilish grin back down at you, making you instantly question that trust.

He sped to your cabin, jumping up and easily landing on the second-floor balcony of your bedroom. You were clinging to him, face buried in his chest, shaking from the speed he ran through the woods and clearing in. He opened the door and stepped inside your bedroom, closing the door with his foot before laying you on the bed. He sped away from a moment before speeding back beside you, laying a new blanket on top of you. Sasha jumped onto the bed, the calico giving Bucky barely a look before nuzzling into your side.

“You admitted to having balance issues and then go and pick me up, make up your mind,” You were already half asleep, yawning again as you curled into the bedsheets. Your limbs felt heavy but managed to grab onto Bucky’s hand before he left. “Stay… please…” you murmured, your eyes slowly closing.

As you slipped into unconsciousness, you could feel his weight dip into the mattress as he kissed your forehead tenderly, whispering, “Always, Sweetling.”

Running. Running. Running. Can’t escape, can’t run fast enough. Going to get caught, going to-

The mantra repeated on a loop in your head as you ran through the colony. The door to your cottage just out of view. You could almost cry in relief as you saw it getting closer. Pulling your skirts up higher, you sprung forward just a little harder. Ripping the door open and slamming it closed, pressing your back against the wooden door. Home. Home was safe. But Bucky wasn’t home. Home wasn’t safe.

A calm knock on the door made you jump, rushing away from the entrance as it opened. The man stepped forward, a sick grin on his face. “Ah, there you are witch,” he grinned.

You cried out as two men entered beside him, grabbing onto your arms. “Please! Please, I’m not a witch!” Lying. That’s what you were doing. Lying. Trying to save yourself. It wasn’t working. Rough arms grabbed onto your skin, pushing, prodding. You were doomed.

Alone. Freezing. The cold iron of the jail cell you were roughly tossed into set a chill deep into your bones. Alone. Terrified. He was only supposed to be gone for a week, just a simple trip to a nearby village to retrieve herbs from a friend. And yet, here you were. Utterly alone.

Deciding to keep the last bit of your pride was a difficult feat. As with all suspected witches, you felt defiled. Ripped off your clothes, the villagers trying to find Satan’s mark on you. A small scar on your wrist gave them enough “proof” to toss you in front of a judge. That and the book of naturally made ointments hiding in your room.

You couldn’t quite understand what was going on. As you clutched onto your lucky mint leaf in your pocket, you tried to plead your case, but the man in front of you didn’t seem to hear a word, pointedly ignoring your petitions. He instead chose to listen to every person you knew from birth turn on you, accusing you of witchcraft. Selling yourself to the devil.

It would be fine. You knew this judge, and he knew you since birth. He wouldn’t sentence you to the gallows, as he shared the same secret as you. Witch. Soon James would be home and it would all be alright. You’d be snuggled up in bed in his arms and the world would right itself once more.

That was a feverish dream. But it wouldn’t be your reality. “Theodosia Ann Barnes, you are guilty of being a witch and are sentenced to hang by the neck until dead. May God rest your soul.” Did you hear that right? Theodosia?

Days. Weeks maybe? Who knows how long you were in this dusty, cold, crowded cell. As they corralled you and the other 17 girls into the woods, leading you on a march of death, your mind was going wild. You’d never see him again. As the wind picked up, so did your heart. Bucky. That’s all that mattered. He was here, and they couldn’t get to him now.

Calm, and embracing death as you stood on the stool, you closed your eyes. Grateful that at the very least, the last thing you saw in this life, were icy blue eyes. Resigned to the end, you felt at peace as the stool was kicked away.

You woke up frantically, crying out, clutching your chest blindly. Bucky was already beside you, startled by your hysterical crying. You quickly attached to him, sobbing into his chest, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead and the back of your neck.

He simply cooed, running his fingers against your head to fix your hair, his free hand running up and down your back in soothing circles. He let you sob, never questioning why you broke down.

“I’m really her, aren’t I?” you whispered softly as your cries quieted down, the weight of those words finally settling between the two of you. “How can I be her?”

“Me.” He replied in a hushed voice. You could hear him gulp, gently holding you tighter, not that you minded his unnaturally cool skin against your heated body. “You said magic is about want. When Theo died in front of me, all I wanted was our future together again, I wanted her back. I don’t think I did the rebirthing spell correctly; I must have changed it into a literal rebirth spell, though I can’t exactly remember.”

You shook your head slightly, not wanting to move too far, craving to stay in his arms for a moment longer. “But why now? Why be alive now? Hundreds of years after those damned Trials? Do you think all of this is connected somehow? I can’t be Theodosia Ann Barnes, that’s not possible!”

“You’re a Natural, and Bound, that’s not supposed to be possible anymore either,” He murmured. “Besides, I never told you her full name… or when she died.”

You stilled, eyes going wide as you quickly pulled away from him. His hands fell down to your hips, attempting to keep you close. “M-my dream,” you tried, “They took me- took her- while you were gone.”

“She-“ he cut himself off before correcting, “You, were supposed to be safe. Mint to keep you safe and remind you of me,” his voice lowered, a hand rising from your hip to expose the mint charm necklace you wore. “You had this then too when you were younger. I just didn’t see it then.”

“That thing after us, the thing that killed the other Coven… it’s because of me isn’t it?” Your hands were shaking, terror seizing you.

“I think it’s because we found each other. Bound,” he hesitated, “Witches, Naturals as well, are powerful.”

“Powerful enough to start a witch hunt in the middle of a peaceful colony to kill?” The details of your dream were slowly starting to come back to you. Why would the colony turn against you- no, her - like that? None of it was making sense.

You yawned, letting Bucky lay you back down under the covers. “Sleep, Sweetling.”

At the nickname, your mind swirled, as did the longing in your chest. “Stay here, Angel Eyes,” you whispered softly. “You promised.”

He visibly tensed, his own longing filling and clutching at his heart as his memories swam behind his eyes. He relaxed faintly as he laid beside you, letting you bury yourself in his protective embrace. Sleep came much easier after that.

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Blood Bound [Chapter Two]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: violence, death (both mentions and descriptions), illusions to kidnapping, language, witchy stuff, vampire stuff, oh and angst

A/N: Wildddd man, we GETTING THERE

Anyway! I’d like to thank two cuties. @annaloveloki for always trying to beta (and listen to my stories in the middle of anatomy lectures), and @peterfrxst for listening to all my wild Vamp and Witch ideas. :D

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A week had passed, and while no word had come from the Coven to the north, you were more focused on the pages in front of you. Wanda, bless her soul, let you look through every book with the mere mention of witches and vampires, as well as every book on Bindings. The only book that spoke of Bindings was old and stale. Thick pages barley held together in the seams; Wanda must have found it at an antique shop. Dusty, and it reeked, yet one quick incantation and it looked, well still ancient and worn, but definitely readable again.

According to the book, Bindings were extremely rare among any species, and the world hadn’t seen them in centuries. Bound couples, no matter the species, were extremely powerful if they worked together. And yet, that was their weakness. Each other.

“Y/n! We have a problem!” Carol called out from the living room. You shut the book quickly from your spot on the loveseat in your mini library, a small cloud of dust rising. Coughing, you tossed the book onto the seat. It was a book room really, but with all the spell and potion books, plus your love for reading, the shelves had grown.

Quickly making your way down to the living room, you gulped, noticing how worn down and frankly terrified your Coven sisters all looked. “Shit, what happened?”

Wanda was shaking, and you quickly pulled a nearby blanket over her shoulders, gently leading her to the couch and sitting her down. “They’re dead,” she choked out, eyes brimming with red, you secretly hoped it was from crying and not her powers. Natasha sat beside you two, calming the younger witch slightly. “The North Coven, I found them in their basement… covered in blood,” she shuddered, and despite both your and Natasha’s best efforts, she was clearly still petrified. “Gamora and Nebula are gone, but the rest of them are dead. No trace of what did it,” she broke into another sob, and you didn’t hesitate to pull her into your arms. She buried her face into your shoulder, crying. It broke your heart, but you silently hoped Gamora and Nebula had made it out unharmed.

“We should inform the Council,” Carol spoke, giving the rest of you a look. “An entire coven missing or dead, they need to know.”

“They’ll ask too many questions,” Maria looked over at her. “They’ll sense y/n from a mile away, and we’ve hidden her for far too long to let them have her now,” she tried to reason.

Nat nodded, but sighed softly, looking towards the still crying girl in your arms. “We have to do something though. Who else could we contact?” You bit your lip, definitely and totally not thinking about your blue-eyed vampire. “Y/n?” she broke you from your thoughts, “Who gave you lavenders?” Everyone’s head, including Wanda’s curious yet puffy-cheeked one, looked towards the vase of lavender flowers on your kitchen island.

“Those are there for protection…” you hoped to end the conversation there, but Nat was far too observational for your own good.

“Yeah, but you don’t have any of those in your garden, and they don’t naturally grow anywhere nearby, andyou haven’t left this house all week.” She gave you a pointed look, tugging Wanda into her own arms like a mother hen.

“Um… well?” how could you explain that a cute vampire left them on your back porch the night before?

“Well?” Carol sat down, intrigued to say the least.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Have you guys ever heard of Bindings?”

Maria tilted her head, “Isn’t that like soulmates? I thought that was just a myth.”

You looked towards the lavenders, smiling faintly. As much as you hated how easy it was, you trusted the vampire, and you ignored your mother’s voice in your head telling you otherwise. “I felt a presence in the woods, right after our crystals exploded, so I explored it-“

“Were you tryingto die? Jeez, that’s how you die young, horror movie style, y/n,” Carol chided.

“I know, I know, but it made me feel safe, and I don’t know. It felt like…” you ran your hand over your face, eyebrows scrunching up as you thought. “Like a warm bath on a cold day, or lighting a new candle, or snuggling in blankets while watching a movie, it felt like home. I just followed that little tug until it led me into the woods, and to James.”

“James?” Wanda looked up from the safe space of Natasha’s arms.

“Yep, James… How do I say this without being judged?”

“Y/n, you’re a natural-born witch that we’ve kept hidden from the Council for years, you can tell us anything.” Nat pointed out, placing an encouraging hand on your knee.

Taking a shaky breath, you nodded. “Well, for starters, he’s a vampire,” you saw Carol stiffen beside you. “And he claims, we are Bound.”

“I know you are an idiot, but this is a new level even for you, Buck,” The vampire sighed loudly, despite the fact he didn’t need to breathe in centuries.

“Like I chose to be Bound to a Witch, Sammy?” Bucky looked up towards Sam, who gave him a glare.

“Okay, sure, you didn’t, but all you do is hang around her house like a guard dog. You already love her, don’t you?” He gave him a look.

He scoffed, “I do not love her. I just-“ he groaned, taking a seat on the dirty motel floor they were renting for the month. “She feels right… this hole in my chest that’s been there since the second I woke up, well like this, is gone the second I see her.”

Sam and Steve shared a look before Steve spoke up, “Bucky, I’m happy for you, truly, but you need to be careful. The Witch Council isn’t quite happy with vamps, they’ll kill both of you if it’s true she’s your Bound.”

The brunet nodded, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not going to let that happen. I’ll protect her.” He seemed to be trying to convince himself, but Steve and Sam knew him better than that.

“By stalking her and buying her flowers?” Sam chided, giving him a look.

“No, I’ll talk to her. I just…” he groaned, gripping his head as a wave of dizziness hit him, and he quickly sat down for it to pass, but all it did was start to drown him.

“It’s happening again isn’t it?” Steve was suddenly beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, “Since we came to this town, it feels like my human side wants to make a comeback,” he glanced up at the blonde. “You said when you turned me you weren’t sure what I was running from, you absolutely sure you don’t know what I was running from?”

“Buck, we’ve talked about this, we had only known each other a few years. You knew what I was without me telling you, you looked depressed, and you were on the run. Whatever you were running from, it wasn’t anything good. You would wake up with nightmares, crying, calling out for someone, you were frankly a mess. Yet you begged for me to turn you, or let you die trying, so I honestly can’t say what you were running from before you lost those memories.”

Sam jumped in, although hearing the story before, he thought of something new, “What name was he calling out?”

Steve thought for a moment, Bucky now looking up at him too, not really thinking to have asked that question. “Theodosia,” he finally recalled.

Bucky stiffened, a flash of colors moving through his vision. He groaned, clutching his head, and rubbing his temples, as he silently begged for the vision to stop. Stupid, fickle human memories. He wanted the memories, fuck, he craved the memories, but the pain with this one felt like a knife carving into his skull.

“Bucky! You should not just steal things like that, the villagers will begin to question us,” the girl in front of him had her arms crossed as she scolded him.

“It’s fine, sweetling, the mortals won’t know a thing,” his voice sounded different to his ears. Mortal, he realized. He sounded human. Vampire hearing was enhanced, so of course, his human hearing sounded muddled in retrospect.

The girl rolled her eyes, kaleidoscope eyes, with rich warm colors, luring him in. “You say that often, but just last week they kidnapped another girl. I think they are on to us.”

“Nonsense,” he reasoned, grinning as he kissed her hair, a wave of honey, cedar, lavender, and juniper filling his senses. “I’ll protect you, Theo,” he grinned, wrapping the girl into his arms.

His brown overcoat draped around her, making her smile up at him adoringly. “Do not make promises you cannot keep, James Barnes,” she warned, scrunching up her nose teasingly towards him.

He chuckled, tightening his hold on her, “Why would I not keep my promise?”

As they walked together through the words, his vision blurred, before focusing on a different part of the woods, an entirely different scene laid before them.

It was her again. Yet the sight before him made him sick. Eighteen girls lined up, nooses around their necks. Some were crying, hysterical, others were begging for their lives, and yet his girl was still, calm. At peace.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, and as they focused on his, he saw them widen. ‘Go’ she mouthed, but he didn’t listen, taking a step towards her. He was determined, he had to save her, he had to fight for her. She quickly shook her head, silently pleading for him to run, a quiet plea for him to save himself. One of the men in his way grabbed onto his arm, slowing his movements. “Let me go,” he growled lowly, attempting to tug his arm back. He had always been strong, he knew he could take on this man.

As the winds picked up, the girl squirmed on the stool she was standing on. “It is too late, it is over for her,” the man spoke, and the winds started to howl. The cool September air whipped her hair around her face, her bonnet long gone as she had been dragged to this very spot. “What are you?” The few men listening were now turning towards him. “Oh, good God! You are one of them!”

As more people turned, he felt his heart pump faster, preparing for a fight. “James!” His eyes locked onto hers, and she gave him a small smile. “Run, please. I love you,” she whispered, yet the winds carried her voice to him, and he shuddered.

One of the men stepped forward, kicking the stool away from her legs, just as he lurched forward. “Theo!” He cried out, one of the men grabbing onto him, two more joined the first and he couldn’t stop as he saw her dying in front him. Fury was the first emotion to burn into his body, before an idea came next. He couldn’t care less of the village trying to stop him. Her. She is all that matters. Save her.

He whispered softly, the howling wind thrashed the tree branches as the men kicked the stools out behind each of the girls. One of the men holding him suddenly gripped his own chest, falling to the ground dead. A dull golden glow slithered onto the ground like a snake, under shoes, around ankles, until it surrounded her now still body. He was never good at these sorts of things, but he had to try, he couldn’t just give up.

The winds died down with his breath, and the men let him go. He rushed forward, using his knife to cut the rope, pulling her chilling body into his arms. “No, no, no, no. You cannot leave me. I promised! Please, Theo,” he pleaded, gently brushing her hair out of her face. She merely looked like she was sleeping, yet he knew better. “I promised,” he murmured, sniffling loudly.

He hadn’t even realized that he was crying, until someone stepped forward, and the cool air made his cheeks freeze. “Another one,” he accused, and despite the growing pit in his stomach, Bucky knew he couldn’t stay. And yet, he didn’t want to leave. How could he run when his reason for living was gone from this cruel earth?

A hand grabbed his arm, strong enough to drag him away from her. He cried out, weeping out that he couldn’t leave her. As he was dragged away he could only think one thing. He promised. He lied.

“Bucky!” Steve’s voice pulled him from his memories. He was shaking, Steve and Sam both coming into focus, both kneeling beside him, wearing matching worried looks on their faces. He ran his hands over his face, then his hair, and his cheeks were damp with tears. “What did you see?” Despite his huge size, and the fact he could kill an army in seconds, Steve was a big teddy bear.

“Theodosia,” He whispered softly, looking up towards the men, broken, sorrow filled eyes still brimming with tears. “I loved her, and she was killed…”

Sam took a deep breath, sitting beside him on the floor, “That’s rough… before you were turned I would assume?”

He nodded, looking up towards Steve. “But we have another problem…” He took a shaky breath, he was always the calm one, and yet he only felt the hole in his chest press down on him. The invisible weight in his chest called to him, the insatiable demand to be close to his Bound starting to overwhelm him, and he wasn’t sure why this Binding was calling to him after flashes of his past. “And I think she was a witch.”

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