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Are You With Me? (Draco Malfoy x y/n) Chapter 9

Summary: Y/N is a Slytherin muggle born. She's used to her house ostracizing her due to her blood status and her friendship with the Golden Trio, especially Draco Malfoy. But during their fifth year, they discover they might need each other more than they think

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"Draco," you scold playfully. Your boyfriend is currently peppering kisses on your face as you try to pull away. The two of you are hiding out in an empty classroom, soaking in your last few moments together before you have to leave.

"We're going to miss the train," you remind him, slightly pushing him in the chest.

He smirks at you in response. "I don't care." He dips his head back down to kiss you on the lips.

"You will care if the train leaves without us."

He doesn't respond, he simply kisses your cheek.

"Draco," you giggle, pushing him in the chest once more.

"Okay okay, I'll stop." He finally surrenders, backing off of you. He takes your hands in his, softly tracing circles with his thumbs. He's not looking at you anymore, instead choosing to focus his gaze on your hands.

You know him well enough to know that he has something on his mind. You heard what happened to his father at the Ministry, how You-Know-Who was back. Draco didn't let on about a lot of things but you knew it made him nervous.

"What's going on?" You ask softly.

He looks back up at you, his frown dropping. "Nothing. It's just going to be a long summer." He presses his forehead to yours. "I'm going to miss you."

You smile sadly at him. "I'm going to miss you too." You squeeze his hands, trying to lighten the mood. "But it's just for a couple months. Will you write me?"

He hesitates for a second before nodding in agreement. "Yes I'll write to you. I promise."

***

He never wrote to you.

You waited two weeks after you arrived home but no letter came. You figured that he was just upset and dealing with a lot at home. His father was sentenced to time in Azkaban. No matter how much Draco disliked him at times, that was still his father.

When you heard the news, you decided to write to him first. You didn't want to wait around any longer. You told him how sorry you were about his situation and how you just wanted to make sure he was alright. He never responded.

Meanwhile, word of You-Know-Who sightings kept sweeping the wizarding world, causing people to panic. You wrote Draco a few more times, asking if he was safe from Voldemort. You weren't ignorant to his family's history. His father was a known Death Eater after all. Still, a response never came.

You were heartbroken but tried not to let it bother you. He was going through a lot, maybe he wasn't able to write. Maybe his parents found out about the two of you and forbid him to contact you. There had to be a reasonable explanation to this.

But the irrational part of you, the insecure part, kept telling you that he lost interest in you. That you had been nothing but a play thing for him after all. An outlet for his teenage rebellion. You weren't exciting enough, or pretty enough, or pureblood enough for the Slytherin Prince.

Now here you were, standing on Platform 9 3/4. The usual hustle and bustle of the new school year was all around you. However, the energy is certainly not as cheery as it usually is. It's obvious everyone is still very on edge about Voldemort.

You don't see Draco on the platform or even later on the train. After searching for what felt like hours, you finally give up, joining the trio in their compartment. You exchange small talk about your summer until Hermione brings up Draco.

"Um, I don't know. We haven't spoken," you mutter.

Harry's head snaps towards you. "You two haven't written all summer?"

You shake your head. "He was supposed to write to me but he never did. I thought he was just upset because of everything that happened with his father. I wrote to him too but he didn't respond. But now I'm starting to think what if he doesn't like me anymore?"

"I'd say you dodged a bullet there y/n," Ron pipes up, grinning. Hermione kicks him in the shin, hard. He yelps before looking at you sheepishly. "Sorry."

Hermione turns back to you. "I'm sure he still likes you y/n. How can you even say that? I mean what's not to like?"

You appreciate your her kind words but it doesn't shake the fear you have. "Why else wouldn't he contact me?"

"Maybe he couldn't," Harry says. There's a look in his eyes that you can't quite place. Like he's deep in thought about something but also trying to figure something else out. Something confusing.

"What do you mean?" You ask him. If he knows anything that would explain Draco's sudden disappearance, then you want to know.

"I don't know," he shrugs. The look in his eyes is gone now. He smiles at you. "I'm sure everything's fine y/n. Hermione's right. What's not to like about you?"

***

You sit near the edge of the Slytherin table, anxious. The Sorting Ceremony has already begun and your boyfriend still hasn't entered the Great Hall. Did he even come back to Hogwarts this year? As your mind fills with the thought of you never seeing him again, a platinum blonde head walks through the huge double doors.

He looks different, older. More mature, almost as if he has gained more life experience in just two months time. His hair is shorter, swept off to the side. He's not wearing his Slytherin robes, instead he's clad in a black suit. His face is stoic, almost hard. You watch his eyes scan the faces of the sea of green and silver. As soon as his eyes land on you, his face softens immediately. He beams at you which you return warily.

He cuts across the room towards you, sliding into the empty spot beside you.

"Y/n, I've missed you." He pulls you into a hug and you immediately melt into his arms. You almost want to cry at the sight of him, you were so worried that he wanted nothing to do with you.

But you're stubborn and you don't want to let him get away that easy. You pull away from the hug.

"I wrote to you, you know. I never heard from you, I thought something happened to you or maybe that was your way of breaking up with me."

His eyes fill with sadness. "I know and I'm so sorry. This summer has been..a lot and I've just been dealing with a lot. But believe me, I'm not breaking up with you."

You sigh in relief. Your fears are gone now. "I wrote to you after what happened with your father. I'm so sorry Draco." You place your hand over his.

"It's okay, love. My mother is taking really hard though. I was just trying to be there for her these past couple months. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't want to be together anymore."

"I understand. I know it must've been really hard for you. I can't imagine what you've been going through."

He smiles sadly, and you swear you see tears prick the corners of his eyes. "Yeah well that doesn't matter right now. I'm here with you now and I've been waiting for this moment all summer." He leans down, pressing his lips to yours softly.

You're about to say something when you see Harry slip into the Great Hall. His face is covered in blood, his nose slightly cracked.

"Oh my god, what happened to Harry?" You question out loud to no one in particular. You're about to stand up to go to him when Draco mutters something under his breath.

"What did you say?"

He sighs, knowing you won't let it go. "I said he's a nosy prick who got what he deserved."

Realization dawns on you. Draco was late getting off the train, he was late to the Sorting Ceremony. "Did you do that to him?"

He doesn't answer and you know what that means.

"I can't believe you. I thought you were going to leave him alone."

"He was eavesdropping on my conversation on the train. He can never mind his own business, you know that."

"So that gives you the right to break his nose?!"

He doesn't respond, he's just staring at you. His eyes are sad but his face is hard.

"Whatever." You stand up, clanging your fork on your plate. "I'm out of here."

You get up from the table, leaving Draco by himself.

***

Later that night, a knock sounds at your door. You don't have to open it to know it's Draco. He would be the only Slytherin coming to your door.

"Come in," you call. You've been busying yourself with organizing all of your school supplies for tomorrow, trying to distract yourself from the drama that is your boyfriend.

He opens the door slowly, poking his head in. When he sees that you don't have your wand pointed at him, he steps all the way in.

"Y/n. Please can we talk?"

"I'm listening."

He takes a moment and you know he's trying to figure out the right words to say. "I've been an arse, I know that. I should've written you this summer, maybe if I did I would've felt better. Maybe it would've helped me get through this summer, helped me be there for my mother, I don't know. It was a mistake and I'm so sorry. And I know I shouldn't have attacked Potter, he just infuriates me. I know he's your friend but it's the truth. And he was sticking his nose where it didn't belong, as usual, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it this time."

He pauses to gauge your reaction before continuing. You're just looking at him, arms cross over your chest.

"But I'm sorry," he continues. "I'll try to be better. I know I hurt your feelings about this summer and about Potter and I feel truly awful and hope you can forgive me. I don't want to lose you y/n. You're the best thing in my life. I love you y/n."

You feel like your insides are going to implode. You have so many emotions going through you. Shock, that he actually expressed his feelings in a decent way. Guilt, that he thought you would leave him just like that. Love, that he seems to love you this much and that you're the best thing in his life?

Any sort of animosity you felt towards him was gone. You instantly soften at his openness. You walk towards him, pulling him into a hug. He stalls for a second, like he can't believe you're actually hugging him right now, before wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"I love you too," you say. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, so much," he whispers into your hair.

All of your fears from earlier were gone. Draco loves you and you love him and all is right with the world.

***

Unfortunately, this "honeymoon phase" didn't seem to last very long. Draco was suddenly disappearing at all times of the day and night. He claims he has a lot of studying and homework to do but you're starting to wonder how truthful he's being.

Even when he's with you, it's like he's not there. His mind always seems to be somewhere else. Whenever you ask him about it, he just brushes you off, tells you that he's fine. You don't want to push but you're almost sure there's something else happening.

When he quit quidditch, you knew there was something wrong. He loves quidditch. More than that, he loves being the center of attention. He would kill for another shot to beat Harry in a match. When you asked him about it, he just told you he was tired of the game. He said it didn't make him happy anymore. It didn't really seem like anything made him happy anymore.

The first Hogsmeade trip of the year was approaching quickly. Snow was already falling, everyone was excited. You had asked Draco to go with you but he insisted he had a lot of homework to do. You weren't really surprised but you're disappointed, nonetheless. You ended up going with the trio instead. This was how you ended up in Mcgonagall's office explaining to her and Snape about what you saw when Katie Bell was cursed.

You stand there with the trio, shivering and traumatized by what you just witnessed. The way her body levitated, when she dropped back down to the snow. You can't stop replaying it over in your head.

"Who could've done something like this?" Mcgonagall paces back and forth as Snape examines the necklace with his wand.

"Professor," Harry spoke up. Hermione and Ron's eyes both widen at their friend. "It was Draco Malfoy. He's joined the Death Eaters."

Your heart stops. You can't breathe. What did he just say? Sure Draco's been a little strange lately but you still want to give him the benefit of the doubt. And just because he's been missing lately doesn't mean he's suddenly working for Voldemort. How could Harry say such a thing? And how could he not tell you about this sooner?

Mcgonagall has the same look of incredulous shock you are sure is on your face as well. "Mr. Potter, this is a very serious accusation."

"I know." Harry nods, jaw set tight. "But I know it's him."

You can't stand here and listen to Harry, who's supposed to be your friend, accuse your boyfriend of these awful things. There's no way Draco's a Death Eater. Just because his father was? No way.

Without a word, you turn abruptly for the door. You need to get out of here. As soon as you're out, you hear footsteps behind you. Hermione and Ron are right on your tail as Harry is trailing behind.

"Y/n!" Hermione calls after you.

You whirl around, focused on Harry. "How could you say that?"

"Because it's the truth y/n," Harry responds. "You need to know the truth, they need to know the truth."

"We don't know if it's true though mate," Ron says.

"Exactly, we don't have any proof," Hermione adds.

"It is true. We all saw the same thing over the summer," Harry argues.

"Wait," you interrupt. "Over the summer, what did you see?"

"He was in Borgin and Bourkes. Other Death Eaters were there, it looked like some kind of initiation ceremony," Harry explains. "He seemed pretty interested in this cabinet that was there."

"Yes, but we didn't actually see anything," Hermione says, shooting a pointed look at Harry. "And there's no proof that he hexed Katie Bell."

"He wasn't even in Hogsmeade," you argue. "He told me he had too much homework when I asked him to come."

Harry shakes his head. "I saw him. At the Three Broomsticks. He looked like he was trying to avoid being seen."

"Maybe it was someone else," you say.

"Y/n, I know it was him."

"But you don't know for sure. He wouldn't lie to me."

"Y/n, I'm positive it was him. I'm telling you he's one of them. He's been acting weird since school started. Even you have to agree with me on that," Harry says.

"Yes he's been acting weird but that doesn't mean he's a bloody Death Eater Harry. There's no way. He wouldn't do that to me."

Hermione's face softens. She knows how you feel, being a muggle-born. She knows how much it would hurt to know your boyfriend joined a group that believes you shouldn't exist.

"For your sake y/n, I hope I'm wrong," Harry says. "I really do. But I'm not so sure I am."

You shake your head. "No. You're wrong. You have to be." Your hands are visibly shaking, tears are threatening to spill over. "I have to go."

You take off down the corridor. You can't look at them anymore. You finally make it back to the Slytherin dorms. You get to Draco's room and to your surprise, he's actually there. He's laying across his bed, a book in hand.

He perks up when he see you. "Hey darling." His brows furrow when he sees how upset you look. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You stop your pacing, turning to face him. You wring your hands together nervously. Your mind is still racing from everything you just heard.

"It's Katie Bell," you finally say. His face is stoic, emotionless. His eyes hold no thoughts either. "She was cursed. We saw her...when it happened. It was horrible, she's going to be in recovery for months."

"Yeah, I heard. That's terrible. Hopefully she'll recover fairly quickly."

You search his face for any kind of guilt or remorse or tell-tale sign he knew more than he was letting on but you didn't see anything.

"Yeah," you continue. "I'm just a little shaken up I guess."

He opens his arms, motioning for you to come over. You sink down next to him as he wraps his arms around you.

"It's okay y/n. You're safe now, nothing's going to happen to you," he says soothingly.

"Did you go to Hogsmeade today?" You blurt out.

He bristles. "No, I told you I was doing homework all day today remember?"

You pull out of his hug, facing him. "Yeah I know. It's just that Harry thought he saw you at the Three Broomsticks. I thought maybe you decided to come after all. Must've been somebody else though."

His eyes cloud over for a fleeting moment. Again, it's a look you can't quite place but you're not so sure you like the looks of it either.

He finally breaks out into a small smile. "Yeah, must've been. No wonder Potter needs glasses."

He chuckles and you laugh along with him. But you can't help the uneasy feeling that settles in your stomach. The feeling that's telling you that Draco has secrets, more than what he's letting on.

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Someone Cool

BG: Harry’s luck once again is not on his side. The girl he wants to ask on a date is not available. Hermione reminds him that with the rumors of being the chosen one, he must be careful when asking who to accompany him to Professor Slughorn’s Christmas Party. Determined to not die of boredom at the party, he needs to find someone cool. Someone that is you?

A/N: Fluff, sass, friends to lovers. Everything you would want in a comfort fic. Also it's been a hot second since I've written this much.

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It’s like the Yule Ball all over again.

Harry couldn’t ask out the girl he likes, seeing some other guy beat him to it.

Harry is running out of options, sure he has a larger pool of potential partners to ask in accompanying him to Professor Slughorn’s Exclusive Christmas Party. But that’s the thing– it’s exclusive. He doesn’t want to be stuck with someone that would bore him to death in a social networking party he didn’t want to attend in the first place yet needs to since Dumbledore tasked him to be close to the professor.

Harry needed to find a girl, who can keep me sane among the overload of ass-kissers most certainly present at the event. How hard can finding that perfect lady be?

~~~

Usually when they’re in the library, Harry is the one getting scolded for being too loud. Although lately, he and Hermione seemingly have switched places.

"He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes. I really couldn’t care less."

Ever since Ron and Lavender became a thing. Harry had to endure these mini jealous rants from Hermione — or in her words ‘opinions', because even as smart as Hermione. She is too blind to see that she is in love with Ron.

These rants have only gotten more frequent when the couple became totally comfortable with full-on making out every second they get and in all honesty, this has led to Harry joking in on Hermione's rants.

This gave him an idea, he could still survive the party.

"Was I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughorn’s Christmas party together?” Hermione continued. “Yes. Of course, now, given the circumstances, I’ve had to make other arrangements."

Harry almost bumped into her when Hermione abruptly turned. "Have you?"

"Yes. Why?" Hermione questioned, letting the last book levitate back to its place.

"I just thought, you know..” Harry shrugged. “since neither one of us can take who we’d really like... maybe we’d go together. As friends."

"Why didn’t I think of that?" Quipped Hermione, internally scolding herself for not having thought of the idea.

"So who are you taking?"

Hermione crosses her arms, how she wishes she could just fold into herself and disappear for the rest of the term. "Um... it’s a surprise. Besides, it’s you we need to worry about. And you can’t pick just anyone."

"Why not? It's not like I haven't had experience asking a girl out?" He said defensively, he successfully asked Parvati to the yule ball, albeit mumbling. "I bet loads of girls would love to go out with me!"

Hermione sighs. "We need to find someone who is not only interested in you because they think you’re the Chosen One and get their fifteen minutes of fame. You know that, right?

Harry's eyebrows narrowed, forced together into a pronounced frown. "But I am the Chosen One."

Hermione cocks her head at him, exasperated. “HARRY!”

Earning him a hit on the head. Damn her arms are strong. "Okay. Kidding. I’ll just ask someone I like. Someone cool."

~~~

"Someone cool, someone cool…" Harry muttered to himself as if chanting the words again and again would magically help him find the one.

“You know what would be cool, Potter.” You say, appearing behind the boy. Your hair is all out of place and your sweat-soaked sports shirt is sticking to you. “If the one who asked – no sorry begged for the seeker training boot camp to have actually shown up.”

Harry immediately stopped in his tracks, ‘shit shit shit!’ he thought. He was so dead. Turning ever so slowly as if it would delay your oncoming wrath. “Oh shit Y/N, that was today?!? I am so sorry! It totally slipped my mind.”

“Slipped your mind? Potter, you have pestered me for weeks to do this boot camp. And you just forgot?” Your voice was getting higher, anger close to a tipping point. “I would be hitting you right now if my arms weren’t so sore! Madam Hooch was relentless!”

“I know, there’s just so many things going on lately… designing quidditch strategies, oh and don’t get me started on Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party - there’s no escaping that and I’m sure I’m going to die of boredom there. Then there’s Ginny–”

Ginny? Hhmm what’s got his mind worrying about Ginny?

“And ahh the whole Ron - Hermione ordeal you know uhh of course… duh” added Harry, hoping you hadn’t caught on to his minor slip up.

“Yea of course.” It’s none of your business, besides he shared too much, a trait you had noticed happens when he is nervous or anxious. The whole school knows that Harry is basically an adopted Weasley. “I’ll let this slide, but that now makes it 2 favors you owe me.”

“Yes ma'am”

“You can start by carrying my broom back to my dorm, my arms are about to give up any moment now.” you explained.

~~~

“Hey Y/N.” Harry started, gently leaning your broom upright against your trunk.

“Yup” You answered, not bothering to glance up from your plopped position on the bed.

The idea came up during the walk, it was different from your other encounters but was understandable. You were too tired to hold a conversation, but the silence between the both of you was comfortable, not awkward.

“About the favors, I actually have another to add.”

“What is it, Golden Boy?” You were done with the favors, but what is one more right?

“Do you want to be my date to Slughorn’s Christmas party?”

To that, your head shot up.

“What?”

“...as friends of course! It’s on Friday at 8pm, I’ll pick you up here at 7:30pm. Please y/n, you wouldn’t leave me to die of boredom, would you?” Harry puts on his best puppy dog eyes. He knows you’ll tease him for this later but he was desperate.

“uh fine…” Plopping your head back onto the pillow.

“Great!” Harry is ecstatic, this is good he doesn’t have to go alone. As he was about to close your door, he remembered a slight detail. “It’s a black tie event by the way.”

“What?” Your head leaving the comfort of the soft cotton cushion for the second time. “But I don’t have a dress.”

“Ohh…” The smile on Harry’s face went as fast as it came. “That might be a problem.”

“No shit Merlin!” Throwing the pillow at him. “I’ll have to get one from home, do you mind if I borrow Hedwig to accompany Harold?”’

Harold is the green-eyed tawny owl you got earlier this year. Harry found it annoying that you named your owl after him.

But he looks just like you Harry! And not to mention, he’s great at catching treats mid air! Bet he can rival you as a seeker! You teased.

You did not just compare me to an owl y/l/n!

No you dimwit, I compared Harold to you and your flying skills. There’s a difference.

“So… what do you say?” Your voice brings him out of his trance.

“Yea, sure. You’re like the only few people Hedwig trusts anyway. How did you do that? He’s normally pretty skeptical.”

“Quality treats, Potter. You gotta know the good stuff.” Patting his shoulder. “I better get started, if I want the dress to arrive on time. See ya at dinner?”

~~~

“Ready for a night of pretentiousness?”

“I will be as long as I have you by my side.” Harry truthfully replied. “You look amazing by the way.” You’ve only received the dress in the morning mail, thank Merlin for magic or else the wrinkles on the dress would have still been present.

“You’re not too shabby yourself, Potter.” Returning the compliment, the dress robe now eons better than what he wore to the yule ball two years prior. “Although your collar is a bit floppy–here let me.”

Just as he was about to thank you, a voice cuts him off.

“Harry m’boy!” boomed Slughorn. “Ms. y/l/n. Is she your date?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well why don’t you look at that, two of my brightest students. Come in, come in, there’s so many people I’d like you to meet!” Beamed Professor Slughorn, already gripped onto Harry as he approached the group of scholars.

Harry seized your hand, dragging you along with him as he was afraid he would lose you in the crowd.

20 minutes into the conversation, Harry has tried exiting to no avail. “Professor, would you excuse us to get drinks.” Harry says, already ducking out.

“Sure my’boy— Tansby! Could you get Mr. Potter and Ms y/l/n here a glass of…” Professor Slughorn looked towards the waiter then to you.

“One Butterbeer and one pumpkin juice, please.” You requested, seeing that face scrunched up in annoyance at his another failed attempt at escaping.

You thank the waiter for the pumpkin juice. Taking a sip, you mumble into the glass loud enough only for Harry to hear. “Watch and learn.”

“Professor, I’m afraid I would have to steal Harry away. I’d like to get at least a dance in before it gets crowded.”

“Of course, my dear. Go ahead. I’ll meet up with you, Harry , later. We’ve got more people I’d like to introduce you to.”

With that, you place Harry’s half empty glass down and lead him by the hand towards the band.

Even from here, Professor Slughorn’s voice could be heard. “Oh look at that young love, reminds me of his parents.”

Harry wanted to learn more, did Slughorn have more memories of his parents? Were they part of the Slug Club? But there would be another time for that. Harry has no more energy to plaster a fake smile nor did he want to talk about something so personal with photographers and journalists around.

So instead, he concentrated on you. You were leading the dance, because the whole school knows what an awful dancer he is, he barely got by the yule ball routine for Merlin’s sake!

“How did you do that?”

“Huh?” Confusion sets on your face.

“How did you do that so effortlessly!” Harry asked again, his right hand briefly letting go of your waist, indicating towards the direction you just came from. “I’ve been trying to get us out of that awful kiss-ass of a circle for almost an hour! And you come with your first attempt and are successful!”

It was the first time since rumors of him being the ‘chosen one’, you’ve seen Harry relax. His shoulders aren’t in their normal tensed position and his eyes aren’t on full alert scanning the room over and over again.

“It’s easy really, find something that has no alternative.” You stated matter of factly, twisting his hair at the back of his neck. “You don’t expect for Professor Slughorn to take up my place and dance with you, now would he?”

“He might.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his remark, glad to see his sarcasm still intact.

It’s a nice change and you’ve decided to do everything you can to keep him this light at least for tonight.

“You’re staring.” Harry states, holding you to a stand still.

While your brain was running through scenarios on how to make this night unforgettable. Your physical self was lost in his green eyes.

The position you’re currently in is definitely not helping. Waltz music still playing in the air, couples slow dancing, yet here you both are frozen on the dance floor. Something has changed. One abrupt move could unleash the tension pent up inside.

Your hands are on his chest, his hands on your waist. Face close to each other’s, you can feel a hint of his each breath, no doubt he too could feel yours.

His eyes scanning your face. Your eyes darting around the room, internally pleading you can come up with a believable excuse than the cheesy truth.

His beating heart could be felt on your hands – it’s fast you noted, really fast.

“Umm uh you’ve got cake just about here.” You point to your mouth, having blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “You know what lemme get that for you, it’s quite distracting.”

Harry catches your arms after you wipe off the pretend cake crumb off the side of his lips. “Y/n we haven't eaten anything since we came here, so what’s been really on your mind?”

Having been caught, you wholeheartedly tell him the truth about your self made goal.

Harry, who has been feeling isolated and having not been able to spend much time with Ron and Hermione lately, had his perspective turned upside down.

He has been so tunnel visioned, that he hadn’t noticed that there are people around him that still care. That he is so caught up pinning over someone who is already with someone else, that he missed what is right in front of him.

“Y/n y/l/n, you are the coolest person I know. Be it on the quidditch field or in the halls, you never fail to brighten my day. Merlin, I didn’t know why stupid brain didn’t came up with the idea to immediately as you as my date. You’ve saved me from going insane at the party.”

“Date?” You quip, cutting him off his speech of you. You can listen to that later, but teasing him on his slip up, now that’s something you wouldn’t miss. “I thought we were going in as friends?”

Harry chuckled, he could feel his face getting redder by the second. “Yeah, about that..” Harry confession, closing his eyes as he leans his forehead against yours. Harry has battled numerous evil wizards without ever freezing up, yet here he is, even with his eyes shut, simply feeling your presence close is enough to make him go weak in the knees.

The atmosphere has changed, yes you’ve noticed that before. But now everything seems to fade away, the soft music is lost in the blur of the background.

All you see is him– Harry. With his hands wrapped around you, an expression of full vulnerability. He is still, but his pulse against your hand tells a different story. There is a smirk that you know all too well wanting to break through.

“About the favors..” Harry continued with a twinkle in his eyes. “I actually have another to add.”

A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, you play along with his antics “What is it, Golden Boy?”

“Do you want to be my date to Slughorn’s Christmas party?”

You pretend to roll your eyes, ultimately nodding.

“Not as friends of course.” Clarified Harry, as if that wasn’t clear enough.

~~~

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[flamingo-writes]

Keep You on My Side Masterlist

TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: So, I am posting this on AO3 as well, but thought about posting it here as well, why not?

New chapter every week (Sunday)

make sure to follow/check out the tag: #kyoms in this blog for this fanfic updates.

No Way Home Spoilers!

Summary: After having returned from the weird multiverse event, Peter can't help but think about how the other two Peters had an MJ. He began wondering whether if it was a coincidence or if he was going to eventually meet an MJ back home. And if he did, what would happen? He can't shake off the idea that MJ sounds oddly familiar, but he can't recall where he's heard it before.

On the other hand, you find it easier to publish your writing under a pen name. It's almost as if it gave you some sort of confidence you didn't know you had. Gathering a small following of your own, you end up becoming a somewhat known writer among people who are into reading blogs, or small pieces of literature on the internet. Although just a handful of people know about your little secret, the rest of New York knows you by your signature. Two simple letters you sign your name with: MJ.

Genres: Romance, slow burn, comedy, drama, action, eventual smut (Minors DNI), hurt/comfort, angst.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of wounds, mental illness, gaslighting, anxiety, panic attacks, smut, unprotected sex. These are the warnings in the entire fanfic. Each chapter will include a warning list of it's own. This list may be modified as the story goes on.

Chapter list:

Chapter: The Fool's Journey

Chapter: Things That We Remember

Chapter : Journey's a Blur

Chapter: Your Natural Hue

Chapter: A Physical Feeling

Chapter: The Only Solution

Chapter: Slow Down, Fade Out

Chapter: When You're Close To Me

Chapter: Out For Blood

Chapter: A Little Bit of Love

Chapter: Untitled

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A/N: If you'd like to read what's been published so far, check it out on AO3! Likes and comments are very well appreciated! Untitled chapters are chapter's that are being currently written.

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[shelby-love]

QUESTION!!!

This is so random but at the same time it’s actually not at all. 

Would any of you read a Harry Potter fanfic? Written by me, planned by my, following the canon HP movie and book universe? About one of the Weasley twins? Sirius Black’s daughter that’s a Malfoy? And Slytherin?

Let me explain what I have in mind. As cliché as it sounds, I need you guys to believe in me and my abilities. I have long since wanted to write a Sirius Black daughter story. Not the usual jazz though. I want her to be a Malfoy. Raised alongside Draco, first in the row to collect her mark with You-Know-Who (does she want it?idkidkidk) and babied by my quin Cissy. She doesn’t leap into her father’s arms, she’s stoic and proud, intelligent and responsible (no crazy shananigans here nonoNO we’ve got a Malfoy kid on our hands!). 

I literally have NO IDEAS only like 6 scenes I wrote throughout the last few days. Many more are to come I’m sure of it! Keep in mind that I am re-reading the books and re-watching all the movies which will be putting me in a spot this Christmas where I will be obsessed with HP!!! Free time and inspiration = fanfiction

Idek. It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Hell, since I was 12 years old. Might just be the time to do it. What do you think?

I’ll be tagging those on my HP tag list for obvious reason such as WHAT DO YOU THINK? My ask is available too. 

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[rogue-durin-16]

AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part IV/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

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Warnings: none

A/N: BOI IS THIS LOOONG. I knew this part would get a bit out of hand since I wanted to write all of this in the same chapter but still damn. Anyway, enjoy <3

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

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"You sure you don't wanna come to the ball?" I asked Mathilda, climbing down the dormitories' stairs.

"No, I'd rather stay..." Her mouth opened in agape when she saw me. "You look... Wow."

"Why, thank you." I replied, walking towards my best friend with a smile. "I'll probably be here before 10:00 pm." I assured her, squeezing her shoulders. "And we can gossip a bit."

"Already looking forward to it." Mathilda patted my hand with a chuckle. "Have fun, will you?"

I nodded and waved her goodbye before leaving the common room.

"Bloody hell, Y/l/n!" George, who as promised, had been waiting for me at the entrance of the dungeons, shamelessly though harmlessly, checked me out. "You clean up nice, huh?"

"Of course I do." I walked to meet him at his spot. "You don't look so bad yourself, Weasley." With his chin up and a proud smile, he offered me his arm, which I gladly took, and we headed off to the Great Hall.

A fairly big crowd had formed at the doors, mostly conformed by people who were waiting for their partner slash group, and some not-so-subtle gossips.

While I intended to go straight into the Hall, George tugged me away from the shortest path, claiming that he wanted to 'have an overall view'.

I reckoned he had something else in mind when we passed by Fred and Angelina, both immersed in their conversation until my friend caught a glimpse of us.

"Damn Y/n!" I held back George, who was playing dumb for some reason, and made my way to the couple. "You look SO good, doesn't she, Fred?" She nudged her partner, giving him a knowing grin.

"I guess you look nice." His nonchalant reply was accompanied with a shrug.

"She looks breathtaking, actually." George's correction left me staring at him speechless. "Just like Angelina."

Oh well. "Yeah" I agreed, clinging onto my partner's forearm, finally getting a vague idea of what was going on —not quite there yet, though. "Angelina, love, you look astonishing, right George?"

"Right." I could see my friend's cheeks reddening ever so slightly whilst making eye contact with George.

"Shall we go in?" I suggested, already heading to the gates.

FRED'S P.O.V

'Breathtaking' was the exact word I was thinking about when Angelina asked me about Y/n, and George knew it.

The girls probably didn't catch how my jaw dropped when I saw her, but my brother did.

He knew it.

"Go with her, yeah?" I requested to Angelina, gesturing at Y/n and at the Great Hall simultaneously. "George, can I have a word with you?"

He nodded and whispered "Go on, ladies." before walking to me. "What is it, Freddie?"

"What's your game?"

"I think I don't follow." The fact that he had the nerve to speak that blantant lie angered me more than I would ever admit.

"Why is she your date?"

"Why is she not your date?" He retorted, triggering a gasp from me, followed by a scoff. "You're not only completely oblivious, you're also a coward."

"Beg your pardon?" Was the only thing I could bring myself to say; I blamed the shock caused by my brother's nonsense.

"AND you stole my date." Oh, so this was about Angelina. "Now if you excuse me," he patted my back a couple times. "I'll go dance all night with MY absolutely breathtaking date."

"Have fun with Slytherin girl, Georgie." I replied, sprinting to reach him. "I'll go dance with our beautiful Angelina."

"Tosser." I could hear him say as I jogged into the Hall to reach the girls.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

George probably wasn't the best dancer, but he clearly knew some moves, and made me want to stay on the dancefloor for a good couple of hours, having a great time.

That's one of the reasons why I decided to help him out.

"Oi!" He leaned on and I stood on my tiptoes, holding onto his forearms so I could speak directly into his ear. "Wanna dance with Angelina?"

"Maybe" He slightly pulled away and both our gazes spotted the girl, dancing madly with Fred. "Yeah! Yeah I do!" He shouted so I could hear him over the music, now that we were apart.

"Alright, come!" I tugged his hand and together we narrowed the already short distance between them and us.

The timing was perfect, almost as if it was meant to be like that; the moment we reached them a slow song started to play.

"Angelina, may I steal your date for a dance?" I requested, not waiting for Angelina's nod before letting go of George and tugging Fred's hand. "You can have mine." I spared my friend a teasing smile and a wink while I pulled her date away from George and her.

"Stealing me away, huh?" Once we were far enough, I spun around and held up one of his hands, his left one falling on my waist and my right one on his shoulder. "Eager to be near me again, Y/l/n?"

"So I'm not 'Slytherin girl' anymore?" I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk on my face as we swayed.

"You heard that?" All from sudden he turned somehow self-conscious.

"This may come as a shock to you," I peeked over his shoulder to check on George and Angelina. "but you two are quite loud."

"I didn't mean it." His word had way more regret than necessary for something as stupid as what he was sort of apologizing for.

"I know." My eyes returned to his just in time for him to made me twirl and pulling me back to him, this time a bit closer than we were before. "Asking Angelina out was a shitty move." I pointed out.

"You won't believe me," he began, "But I completely forgot." I snorted. "I swear!" His eyes widened and both our mouths twisted into an amused smile. "She was near me when Ron asked me who I'd be taking, and I didn't think twice."

A soft, genuine laugh escaped my lips; one which made the boy in front of me smile.

"Is he pissed?"

"Earlier? Very. Now?" I gestured behind Fred, urging him to look at his twin brother, now kissing Angelina. "I don't think so, no."

This time it was his laugh that made a smile tug the corners of my mouth.

"You do look breathtaking." He spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. "Dunno why I didn't tell you earlier."

"Because you're a twit." He chuckled, shaking his head with his eyes fixed on our feet. "You look very handsome, though."

"I am very handsome." He corrected me, looking at me again, now with that damn smug face.

Out of every possible comeback, I chose the one that he expected the least. "Yes, you are." His cheeks turned mildly red and his grin fluttered; I counted it as a win.

"You're beautiful." He returned the compliment, after a moment of silence, to which I responded with a confident 'I know'. "So cocky."

"That makes the two of us." I pointed out.

Silence fell among us again. Comfortable silence, though, one that I could get used to.

Another twirl, another pull to stand even closer.

A small lean was enough for my head to rest against his chest. I blamed tiredness for the need to do that, but I didn't find anything to blame for the way his heart was pounding against his chest, nor for that strange feeling in my stomach.

As soon as he took a deep breath, we both eased into each other's arms, giving up the tension that our bodies had held.

We stayed like that for a while, until I looked around and realized most people had left, George and Angelina included; the dancefloor was now almost empty.

"I don't know what time is it," I spoke, letting my fingertips trace random patterns over his shoulder, dancing down to his chest.

"Me neither" he spoke, making me sway.

"I reckon this is the longest we've been together without jumping down each other's throats." I observed. "And it's probably the longest—"

My words died when, without any kind of warning, his lips landed on mines.

His right hand unconsciously gripped mine for an instant with such force, almost as if it was holding onto it for dear life.

Before I could even think about kissing him back, he retreated back to his previous position, offering me a smile I couldn't decipher accompanied by a wink that made him look relaxed an confident.

All façade, I thought to my self, as he said nothing —no teasing, no cracking jokes; he just kept slowdancing, his hands now more loose, seeming like he was prepared for me to run away; his gaze was also casted down and his cheeks flushing.

I would have teased him if it wasn't for the way I felt my own face burning.

I did let go of his hold, and he subtly stepped back, lowering his arms.

Just like me, he didn't have time to react when I pulled him down, cupping his cheeks for a proper kiss, which he returned instantly.

I felt both his hands on my hips as he leaned on, drawing me against him as close as he possibly could, while my hands left his cheeks to circle his neck.

All of a sudden I remembered that I needed to breath; I broke away, leading my hands to his shoulders, where I could feel how heavy his breathing was.

"What's just happened?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering open to look into his.

"Dunno." He confessed. "Did you like it?"

"Very much." I replied instinctively, not bothering on thinking it through.

"Wicked." He muttered against my lips before going in for the third kiss, this one more heated.

With a hand on his chest i slightly pushed him away, scanning the place around us before asking, "Wanna go for a walk around the castle?"

"Please." His response was so immediate that we both had to chuckle at it.

"Wicked." I mocked, earning a playful push from him. I my fingers interlaced with his and I led the way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"Shhh!" I playfully shushed Y/n's giggles, loosely hugging her from behind with my lips pecking her shoulder as we went downstairs in the direction of her House. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" I let go of her waist just when we found ourselves halfway through the corridor.

"Merlin's beard—" Y/n, who had turned to face me, widened her eyes at the sight of me under the dim lights of the dungeons. "You're a mess." She whispered between quiet laughs, raising her hands up to my face to try and remove some of the lipstick stains she had left all over me.

"Don't you dare laugh, woman." I feigned pain, only making her giggle more. "You made a mess out of me."

She held my chin and moved my face from side to side, checking if she had made it any better. "What am I supposed to do with your neck?" She huffed.

"Place a couple more kisses there?" I suggested with a smirk, fixing her hair as best as I could. "Or a bite, you choose."

"I'm serious." Her thumb gently rubbed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let them there for people to see." I was joking. My tone was playful. I didn't really mean it.

It was just a joke, right?

Her hands slid down my chest before leaving my body. "I'd rather not to." She replied absent-minded, making me realize that maybe I wasn't joking; maybe I wanted people to see— to know.

She didn't, though.

"Hey, everything's alright?" She questioned, concern making its way to her face when her eyes found mines.

"Of course." I replied— no, I lied. I lied to her and to myself. "Just tired."

"No wonder why." She laughed at her own innuendo, but the only thing she got out of me was an unenthusiastic half smile. "I'm gonna head back now." She added, probably sensing something wasn't right. "Get some sleep."

"I'll go have a shower." I informed her, stepping back in the stairs' direction without breaking eye contact.

"See you in a couple of hours." She responded, mirroring my moves, but towards her common room.

I nodded briefly before heading up to my own House, craving a cold shower to shake her voice off my mind and detach her touch and kisses from my skin.

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Butterbeer (George Weasley)

~Master~

A/N: So we’re doing drabbles today! Yay! I also had motivation and then literally fell asleep writing, so my bad. 😬😬😬

A/N2: I’m sorry if you’re getting tagged a thousand times over, I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with it 😅

Your arm was threaded with George’s as you sat in the Three Broomsticks with him next to you and Fred sitting across from you. You had been rambling for the last 5 minutes about something Fred honestly hadn’t been paying attention too, but George had been. Your boyfriend was hanging onto every word you were saying, you found it quite adorable but you also you knew you were talking for too long.

You stopped yourself in the middle of the sentence, letting out a short laugh. “I’m talking too much.”

“It’s all right.” George assured you. “I love listening to you talk.” Fred comically rolled his eyes and faked gagged as you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Despite Fred’s expressions now, you knew Fred loved your relationship with his twin more than he’d let on.

You happily finished your story before looking up to George. “Tell me about your day. Did you two manage to prank someone?” George smirked as he met his brother’s eye and you knew it was a good one. They told you all about them replacing a group of Slytherin’s wands with joke wands before charms class. They could hear the chaos that ensued from outside the classroom.

The three of you were bustling with laughter in your booth and you clutched George’s arm, using him to pull you up from collapsing. “That must have been hilarious! Oh, I wish I saw!”

“You definitely should’ve been there, love. You would’ve loved it!” George threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side, pressing a loving kiss to your temple as you smiled. Seeing you and George about to start another of your famous rounds of kissing until someone lets up, Fred offered to grab some butterbeers for the 3 of you and you shot him a thankful smile before he slid out of the booth. As soon as he was gone you looked up to George, hoping to surprise him with a kiss on the cheek but he beat you to it, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose in a boop.

“No fair! I wasn’t paying attention!” you complained as George laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before holding your chin between his thumb and fingers.

“Sorry, love. But I believe I beat you, you know the rules.” You glared at him playfully before reaching into your pocket, pulling out just enough money to cover George’s and your butterbeer as Fred came back, juggling 3 butterbeer’s in his hands.

When he saw your money on the table, Fred smirked. “Ah, I see George kissed you first?” Fred asked completely aware of the game you and George play. Whoever lands a kiss on the other first, no matter where on them, gets their drink paid for. It was a pretty fair game, neither of you winning more than the other. Fred scooped up your money before passing you your drink and you took a nice long drink.

Fred and George did so as well, but the only difference was when you pulled away you had a nice layer of foam sitting above your upper lip. You hadn’t noticed right away, just sitting in your post sip bliss as Fred started laughing. You furrowed your brows before George had started laughing as well, only making you more confused.

“You’ve got a little something,” George told you, a smile wide on his face as he brought a finger up above his lip and tapped, “right here.” Your eyes widened and you tried to wipe it away but George grabbed your hand before you could. “Allow me.” He offered, being quite the gentleman. You narrowed your eyes yet had no choice but to let your boyfriend wipe your drink from your lip.

He reached his hands up very slowly, one of them landing on your shoulder and you quickly knew George was up to something besides cleaning off your upper lip. “George.” No sooner than the words left your mouth did George grab your chin like he had earlier and tilted your head to the side before he licked right up your cheek. “George!” you shouted out as he cracked up with laughter. He let go of your arm and you quickly wiped away the butterbeer George didn’t even try to clean up. “You prat!” you continued to wipe it away but you were missing a large part of it and through his laughter, George saw.

“Here, let me-“

“Oh no, you’ve done enough mister.” You told him, sending him a side glare George knew meant nothing. Your lip was finally cleaned as you crossed your arms in front of yourself, putting on a pout as George still laughed.

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be mad at me. I was just having some fun. I’m sorry.” He moved in closer to you, wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to get you to soften up and it was working. You couldn’t be mad at him. You turned to look at him, seeing the puppy dog eyes he wore before you were a goner.

“Fine. You’re forgiven.” George smiled, happy you were no longer pretending to be mad at him as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips, silently begging for a kiss from you, but what he got was not what he was expecting. His jaw dropped open as he felt your tongue lick up his cheek much like he had done to you. He looked at you in shock as you smiled and shrugged, turning back to your butterbeer and with a fond shake of his head, George did so as well.

Fred watched, his face scrunched in disgust as he watched George and you lick each other. When you saw the look on his face, Fred finally spoke up. “You two are gross.”

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Hoax by eleven-times-lively

Intoxicated by theweasleysredhair

Yes George by nebulablakemurphy

Grand gestures by iliveiloveiwrite

Focus by nebulablakemurphy 

George found out about Fred’s death by wand3ringr0s3

Pink is the Color of Love by chudleycanons (says F.W. in the title, but it’s a George fic)

Memories of Us by mytreec

Parent trap by wand3ringr0s3 

Kinktober day 13 by wand3ringr0s3

Make The First Move by fandomscombine

More Than Friends by girl-next-door-writes 

Young love by amourtentiaa 

Wingman by girl-next-door-writes

#George Weasley #George Weasley x Reader #George x Reader #Harry Potter #Harry potter fic recs

[onlyfreds]

1 year ago today, I started posting on my blog 😊. Hey guys! I can't believe that it's already been a year since I started this blog. Thank you all so much for the support and love you've given to my works (and unhealthy obsession with Fred Weasley) in the past year which still continues on until today.

Since my birthday is 10 days after this - I decided to do a double celebration! My inbox will be open starting today: January 8, 2021, and it will be open for this event until my birthday on the 18th.

Since I am almost at 1k, there might be another celebration once this closes on the 18th

💖 [fmk] - send me three (HP) characters and I'll tell you if I'll kiss them, marry them or sleep with them.

✨ [cym] - send me any concept, topic etc. and I'll cast my mutuals

⭐ [ship] - send me this + a fun fact about yourself and I’ll ship you with a HP character

🎶 [playlist] - Give me a concept, trope, topic etc and I'll make a little playlist

📝 [WIP] - send me this and I’ll drop a line from one of my WIPs

📚 [fic review] - send me one of your fics and I’ll write an honest review about it

🍾 [moodboard] - send me a concept, trope etc. and I’ll make a moodboard

💌 [blurb] - send me a trope, concept etc and I’ll write a little blurb based on it

🎉 [headcannon] - send me a trope, concept etc. and I’ll write a little headcannon

✍ [ask games] - Pick a question from the ask games and I’ll answer it.

Tagging my wonderful moots:  @lumosandnoxwriting @theoreticslut @thisismynerdyself @fandomscombine @weasleylangs @mitsukui @darthwheezely @weelittleweasley @horrorxweasley @vibraniumphoenix @benny-boukendan @madelineorionswan @xmalfoyweasleyx @nobutfredweasleytho @cupids-crystals @freddie-weaselbee @beloved-bucky@bclatrix @weasleysparistrip @an2402lths @butterbeerblurbs @jackys-stuff-blog @ssathoma​

#onlyfreds' 1 year + birthday #fred weasley #milestones <3 #fredweasleysmut

[fandomscombine]

Achoo! I’m Spiderman.

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (or any version of Peter works too, but Andrew's Peter was the one I had in mind while writing)

BG: The weather is freezing cold, you tell Peter to skip patrol tonight since everyone would be inside and don't want him to get sick. But of course he still goes-promising to be back early. You can guess what happens.

A/N: 1st fic of 2022, out of a 7 month writing slump.

As I finish the 2nd half , it’s currently 8℃ . Finally got some real winter cold where I live after years of mild winter. But this doesn’t change the fact that all I want to do in this cold is huddle in a blanket.

My first TASM fic! Wanted to test it out if we there’s gonna be traction

WC:867

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

“Do you really have to patrol tonight?” You can feel the gush of the cold wind enter your room, the news forecasted there to be a blizzard to fall over New York overnight.

“You know I have to y/n” Reason Peter, already halfway out, legs dangling over the edge.

“I know, I just don’t want you getting sick. The storm is said to pick up soon, just… keep warm okay.” Tossing him a green beanie. “And get home early, I doubt any sane person would be out in this cold.”

“Are you calling me crazy?” He teased, putting the beanie on top of the spidey mask. Damn does he look cute.

“And now I’m cute.”

“Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?”

“Yepp.” Peter replied, popping the p. “So… am I crazy or am I cute?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “You’re crazy and cute. You’re crazy cute Parker, and I want you back by midnight.”

“Back to last name basis I see then.” Peter steadies his grip on the wall and turns to you. “Yes Mammn Y/L/N” Does a soldier salute and kicks back.

You lean out the window and stay there until the silhouette of the amazing friendly neighborhood spiderman fades into the concrete jungle. Shutting the window, cutting off the cold breeze.

The room warms up but it’s not the same without Peter.

You love Peter with all your heart and support him as Spiderman, But even months after officially dating and being let into his secret life, you’re still not used to the worry and tightness in your chest whenever he does his nightly rounds. You doubt you ever will.

—-

The city is calm tonight. Y/n was right, no sane person would dare wander out on the street at this temperature. Peter thought. It was a nice break from the chaos of his patrol. Finally a time where he could admire the city he grew up in. Swinging between skyscrapers- the view of the city lights against the light fall of snow, wind brushing through, quiet with only his web shooters twips with each swing gives Peter a sense of serene.

The only thing remotely close he could compare this moment is as if you were living in a snowglobe.

Peter takes in the moment, letting his subconscious and spidey sense lead him.

HIgh low Twip right HIgh low Twip left high low Twi–AHoo!

Falling. Building Building! Twip! “ Whew! That was close. Achoo!” Is web misses this time and “Opfffhh”

Peter faceplants onto the side of a building. That was embarrassing- good thing no one saw that.

“Ohh I’ll never hear the last of this.” Peter groans, knowing that you would pull the I told you so card on him when he gets back.

Peter is eager to remove the snotty spiderman mask. He checks the narrow alleyway for cameras - it’s clear.

Peter changes out of his suit and into his civilian clothes equipped with the green beanie you had given him earlier. Peter knew that he would need to get some paracetamol to get better. He also knew that if he didn’t get some before heading back home, you would brave the upcoming snow storm just to get him the medicine.

After a couple of blocks, there shine a blue light. A shop was open!

Peter detours to the sweets aisle, grabbing your favorite bar of chocolate that he’ll use as a peace offering. As he loads more miscellaneous snacks into his arms (just in case the chocolate isn’t enough) he hears coins drop on the ground followed by hushed voices.

“Hurry up, old man. Fill it up or I’ll shoot.”

“Don’t please…”

The robber hadn’t noticed Peter was in the far corner of the shop. Because, why would any sane person be out in this cold? Your words rang through Peter’s head.

More pressing matters, is that Peter also hadn’t noticed the robber come in. His spider senses didn’t pick up any danger.

Damn it you stupid flu.

“Who’s there?”

Peter eyes widen, did he just say that out loud? Gosh is he turning into you.

Peter had to think fast, but his brain is all fuzzy. There’s no way he could use the web shooters and not reveal his identity. He had to change, but there just isn’t time.

Gently placing the snacks on the floor, he grabs the mask from his backpack. “This will have to do.” He mutters.

“I know you’re here somewhere…I–” He can feel the robber round the corner.

“ACHOO!” The webs misses.

“Gottcha–what” Twip Twips “—hmm whmmm”

The robber is pinned to the wall with mouth webbed. No snarky remark from Spidey.

Peter simply picks up the snacks and heads to the counter.

“You’re… you’re…Spid” The shop owner is either still shocked at what just went down or because Spiderman is in the shop, Peter isn’t sure.

“Yes, I’m Spiderman.” Peter mumbled. “How much for these and some paracetamol?”

“It’s on the house. You just saved my life.”

“Ummm thanks, sorry about the mess tho.”

Masked Spiderman closes the shop door, but not before he webs cash on the counter.

Peter glances at his phone-11:56pm SHIT.

–

Part 2?

—

Yup, a bit of a hanger there. I wanted to write more, especially with what happens when Peter arrives home. But I wasn’t sure if people would read this- but hey if you made it this far- Thanks! Hope you like it. This is my first piece out of a writing slump and first ever TASM! Fic. If it goes well, heck yea will I write a part 2

#tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #the amazing spiderman #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #spiderman fluff #tasm!peter x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #fandomscombine writes #the amazing spiderman fluff #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #tasm x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm fanfiction #the amazing spider man #amazing spiderman

[rogue-durin-16]

AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part V/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

Tags:

An unusual year: @natural-hearts @manuosorioh @lumos-solemn @westyywifee @whiskeyn-rain @warlock--protection @gossip-girl-ecr @fandomscombine @birdy944 @28cnn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: a little angst, a little snogging 👀

A/N: maybe a bit longer than I expected but it's alright. Also I might write an addition to this story, not sure tho. I hope y'all enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it <3

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Y/n! Come sit with us?" George waved at me from the Gryffindor table as I entered the Great Hall, prompting me to sit across him and Angelina, and besides Fred. "Where's Mathilda?" He asked as I got closer, leaving my books on the wooden surface.

"She's feeling unwell." As I sat down, I noticed George's arm around Angelina and I couldn't help the knowing grin that tugged the corner of my lips. "The date exchange at the Ball turned out well, huh?"

"I could say the same about you." He wiggled his brows at me with the same grin I had.

I felt a sudden rush of panic going through my body. My eyes traveled to the boy by my side, who was oddly quiet, and I found him already peeking at me.

"Meaning?" I decided to play dumb, taking a bite of my golden slice of toast whilst ignoring the intending gazes of the couple in front of me.

"You two were having a great time last night." Angelina jumped in, leaning over her table. "Didn't see you coming back, Fred." She added, redirecting her eyes to the ginger.

"I did." His brother laughed. "I daresay you two had an intense night." I felt my cheeks reddening, not finding enough strength to meet George's look. "It was about time, really."

I was startled by Fred abruptly standing up. "See you in class." The curt reply he offered before fleeing shocked all of us; specially his brother, who, with a polite apology, left me and Angelina to go after his twin.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask." She spoke quietly.

"I don't have an answer."

I feared she would see through me. I hadn't lied, but my gut told me whatever happened had to do with the change of demeanor he had at the end of our night out.

I wouldn't say it out loud but a part of me began to worry.

The worry stayed throughout that entire week, guilt joining it at some point. Fred's attendance in Charms, Astronomy and Potions had decreased; I had only see him attend once to Astronomy. The only thing he did was play with his quill and, whenever he thought I didn't notice, stare at me.

Ironically enough, we started spending most of the time together; after the winter break, George had incorporated both Mathilda and me to their friend group, which, in different circumstances, would have been great.

Alicia Spinnet gained special interest on my best friend; Lee Jordan would joke about Slytherins and Gryffindors getting together, and Angelina— well, she seemed happier now that she could hang out with all her friends at the same time.

Fred was miserable. Everyone could see it, yet they did their best to cover it up.

George would overcompensate his brother's attitude by being louder and paying extra attention to me, but it worsened the situation.

I wanted to ask Fred what was wrong, but then again we weren't even good friends, so was it really my place to ask?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

George had proposed a trip to Hogsmade a couple of days ago and we all agreed on going, but the day came and Fred wasn't there.

His brother alleged he had a terrible headache and had chosen to stay in bed. We all saw through his excuse, and once more no one said a word.

It was that night that George came to look for me.

"—well then, go get her!" His shouts got into the common room when a second year entered..

"What's this about?" I inquired, coming out to the hallway to see the ginger about to throw hands at my prefect.

"I need you." He stated, quickly losing interest on whatever the prefect had to say. I only nodded and motioned him to move with me far from the Slytherin door. "You have to speak to Fred now." He almost pleaded, a frown of worry forming on his face.

"Sure— wait, now?" I stared at him in confusion.

"Sorry, I know it's late" his apology didn't mean he would ask me to do it in the morning instead.

I let out a sigh before inquiring, "Where's he?"

"The Astronomy tower, I believe." He replied.

"Alright," I said more to myself. "I'll go grab my jacket." He murmured another apology and a thank you before heading off to his House.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I came to a halt at the top of the stairs when I saw him sat against the wall, his knees pulled to his chest with his arms around them, and his face buried between them."Hey there, stranger."

He raised his head, letting his eyes and nose be seen."Who gave me away?"

"George."

"Tosser" he muttered, taking his gaze to the levitating bundle of newspaper on fire that was probably keeping him somewhat warm up there.

"Is it that bad to see me now?" I took a couple of careful steps towards the boy.

"It's always that bad to see you."

"Odd for you to say that," I let myself slide down the wall to sit by his side with my legs stretched out. "given how much you stare."

"Touché." He replied, the ghost of a smile breaking through his depressed demeanor. "What are you doing here?"

"What's wrong?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second." He raised his brows at me and it was my turn to avert my eyes from him. "I'm... Worried. About you."

When I shivered due to the wind flowing through the tower, he scooted closer and moved the little fire with his wand for it to be in the middle.

"You're all dejected and sulky," I explained. "You barely attend to our classes together, and if you do, you don't pay attention." I felt him shift uncomfortable by my side. "I'm... I'm gonna regret this— I miss you being a bloody nuisance."

"I knew you loved it." His teasing, though it was meant to be funny, sounded almost painful.

"now, what's wrong?" He shrugged, his chin resting over his forearms. "Listen, if you're not gonna tell me, it's fine, but at least tell George."

"Are you thick?" The bitterness in his tone took me aback. "Y/n, I fancy you." He hid his face between his arms. "quite a lot, actually." He added in a mumble.

"I figured that at the ball, you know?" This time it was me who scooted closer. "Tell me that's not the reason behind this."

"Would you like me to lie?" He questioned, shame slipping out with his voice. "I'm a very good liar you wouldn't even question it." He took a deep breath before looking back up, stretching one of his legs and leaning against the wall. "At the ball, I tried to start something." He began, fidgeting with his hands. "I... This never happened to me, so I wasn't- I didn't know what I was doing, but I thought I was making it clear." He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "But when I left you—"

"You know I fancy you too, right?" I tilted my head, searching for his eyes. "As in, more than a one time thing."

"That I didn't know." I felt a pang of guilt, realizing that unconsciously I had played a big part on this.

FRED'S P. O. V.

We stayed in silence.

It wasn't an unsettling silence, but the air weighed over us due to the tension floating on it; I needed to defuse it, otherwise it would crush me.

My heart hammered against my chest while I extended my arm to hold her hand on mine.

It's not meant to be nerve-wracking, I thought to myself as I pulled her hand away from her lap; we had already made clear we fancied each other.

The moment she put her head on my shoulder, the tension completely dissipated. I didn't notice the sigh that left my lungs when it happened.

"Didn't put you, Fred Weasley, in the I'm-a-bundle-of-nerves-with-girls category."

"Oh, shut it." I threw my head back, laughing for the first time in a couple of weeks.

"Never." She gave my hand a squeeze and I allowed my cheek to rest over her crown. "You could, of course, find a way to shut me up."

It wasn't her words that cracked me up, but the suggestive tone she used, which took me back to that night in the Duelling Room when I accidentally let slip my feelings for her for the first time.

I raised my head from hers. "Beg your pardon?" I played the fool, trying to hide the ghost of a smile when she shoot me a wide-eyed look. "What are you insinuating, woman?"

"Do you really wanna start the teasing now?" She gave me a warning glare.

"You've just said you missed it." I couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"I knew I was gonna regret it." She groaned, throwing her head back. My eyes, finally on her, traveled to her now exposed neck and collarbone. Though they weren't visible, I could see the trail of kisses I had left there just a few weeks ago. "Stop staring and kiss me."

It didn't take anything else for me to throw the levitating burning paper away and tug her closer by her hand.

The moment our mouths met, I slipped my hand away from Y/n's so I could led her thighs to straddle my legs.

A quiet moan escaped my lips when she rolled her hips against mines; my hands automatically traveled up from her thighs to her waist, pulling her flush against me.

The temperature in the high, cold tower had shot up all from sudden. Just as we were about to start discarding clothes, quick steps were heard climbing up the stairs.

"Fuck!" She whisper-shouted, practically pushing me away as she got up. "Move, move, move!" As she helped me up and we ran to hide, it dawned on me that we were way past curfew. That got me moving.

We waited for Filch to get to the top of the tower before running down as fast as we could.

"No time for goodbyes!" she warned as we rushed through the vast hallways with Filch after us. "See you tomorrow—"

Before she could sprint downstairs to the dungeons, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a side hall.

"You won't make it to the dungeons." I stated between pants, glancing at the path we had taken. I wasn't able to see the caretaker yet, but his pants could be heard. "Take the other stairs I'll distract him."

"You'll get grounded." She observed, her breathing as heavy as mine, if not more.

"Worth it." I curtly reply, feeling the corners of my lips twisting up.

"You know?" She pushed herself off the wall she had leaned against to catch her breath. "Sometimes you're really sweet."

"Quick!" I tugged on her hand, seeing Filch finally turn the corner. "Gimme a good luck kiss!"

She pulled me down and kissed my lips briefly before taking off in the other direction. I had to tell myself to shake off that stupid smile and run.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

The next morning I eagerly made my way to the Great Hall with two goals; having breakfast, of course, and checking if Fred had made it to his House without getting caught.

I soon spotted the group, this time sitting on the Slytherin table.

Soon his eyes found me too, and without saying a word to anyone, he got up and jogged to meet me halfway.

"Did you make it?" I asked, standing way too close to him and therefore attracting some nosey looks.

"By a whisker." He responded, taking a look around before looking back at me. "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a drink after class." I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk. "We can use a passage to get to Hogsmade."

"Are you asking me on a proper date, Weasley?" I teased with my hands on my hips. "How cute."

He avoided eye contact, deciding to take another look around instead. "I swear if you tease me right now—"

"I'm free after four." I cut him off. "Now if you excuse me, I'm hungry." I passed him by, playfully bumping his shoulder, and made my way to our friends.

I didn't get far before his hands spun me around and cupped my cheeks, giving me a surprisingly deep kiss. "Are you gonna kill me?" He murmured, his lips still ghosting over mines.

"Oh, you know me so well." I replied, feeling my face heating up. We couldn't help but laugh when whistles and hollers came from behind me. "I might kill them too." I added, making fall into a fit of laughter as we pulled away in order to walk to where our friends sat. "I wanna have breakfast in peace." I warned them, sitting down with Fred by my side.

Everyone was giving looks at each other and trying to hold back the giggles, so I knew a comment was coming, but not from whom.

I could instantly tell I wasn't the only one shocked by the speaker. "But you just had him for breakfast." My best friend responded, faking confusion.

"I was just thinking about that!" Lee yelled, a bit too excited.

"Mathilda Foxglove—" I began, everyone cracking up.

"You are doomed." Fred finished, shoving a toast into his mouth to stop his laughter.

"It was worth it." She stated between giggles.

Fred gave me a side look with a half smile and I thanked Merlin no one could see the boy's fingers interlaced with mines under the table.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasley #fred x you #fred x slytherin reader #fred x y/n #fred and goerge weasley #fred and george #harry potter and the triwizard tournament #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #triwizard tournament #triwizard au #goblet of fire #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley smut #fred smut

[fanficflaneuse]

One Day - Part 2

A/N: I was so happy with this I couldn’t wait to post it! I have a few things to say before we start: 

First, thanks for your love and support <3 Every little heart makes me happy. 

Second, and this one is very important, in this series (like Emma, in the movie), the reader is a writer. Now, I can’t write poetry for my life, so I decided to use my writing as a platform for other female poets. Today, my writing features “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers” by Emily Dickinson and “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou. 

Third, not so fun...for some reason my writing has been disappearing from the tags. Anyone has any idea why does it happen? It makes me very sad :(

But enough of me. Let’s do this! 

Details: 

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) 

Word count: 1548 

Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

Masterlist 

3 May, 1999 

After a tortuous year of legal ventures, media scrutiny, tears and more than one headache, the Malfoy family had finally been cleared for good. At first, everyone in charge had intended to use the Malfoy case to set a precedent and appease the grieving wizarding community. They thought it wouldn’t be hard, given that the Malfoys had a lot to be held accountable for. (Y/N) had worked hard all year long. She convinced her friends – namely Harry – to testify. She swayed the jury in their favour and campaigned for a fair trial. She would always volunteer to gather evidence so she was completely sure that nobody was trying to temper with it. It had paid off spectacularly.

By the time Draco had to walk into the ministry for the final verdict, he had already given up. He knew from the get go that they were set up to lose; most people wanted to see him behind bars. Draco only feared for his parents, especially his beautiful mother. This last year he had been haunted by the image of Narcissa Malfoy in Azkaban: hair grey and unruly, teeth yellow, cheekbones sunken, gaze unfocused. He imagined her driven to insanity, a maniacal laugh erupting from her throat. That vision alone was enough to break him.

As he sat in the middle of the room, flanked by his parents, he thought about (Y/N)’s letters. He had spent most of the year under house arrest and she had gone back to retake her Seventh year at Hogwarts, so they could only glance at each other during his court hearings. Their correspondence, however, was a source of comfort for both of them. It had been a bit awkward at first, but (Y/N) would send him masterfully written poems and short stories that took his mind off of the mess his life had turned into. Soon enough, they started confiding in each other. Through letters, they became the best of friends. Her words were his solace, so it didn’t come as a surprise when his mind lingered on the first few verses of the last poem she had written to him:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic himself, made his way to the judge’s desk. As he sat down, regal and solemn, the chitchat that surrounded them stopped completely. Draco tried to act calm and collected; he was, after all, a condemned man. To everyone, though, it was evident that something was consuming the blond Slytherin.

That perches in the soul –

The Minister unrolled the parchment that would dictate the Malfoys’ fate. Draco’s gaze frantically searched for (Y/N). She was sitting on the right, sandwiched in between Hermione and Harry. Her hand was grabbing onto Harry’s arm for reassurance. When their eyes met, (Y/N) offered him an encouraging smile. He returned a half smile that was unable to conceal his nerves.

And sings the tune without the words –

Draco tried really hard to concentrate on what Kingsley said, but his mind was jumbled with so many things he couldn’t process all at once. Every bit of sound around him was tuned out, only to be replaced with a deafening noise inside his head. Something dark was pressing his chest, crawling up his throat, filling his head with smoke. He wanted to scream. Draco felt dizzy all of a sudden. He was trying really hard not to make a scene, to keep his breathing steady. It was as if he was pushed all the way back to his Sixth year.

And never stops - at all –

The courtroom blew up in an uproar. He was engulfed in a hug by his mother. As she cried on his shoulder, the smoke in his brain dissipated. He heard the clicking of cameras, the insults and dissatisfied remarks. He heard the applauses, the sighs of relief. It took him a minute to understand what was going on. Still in the embrace, his eyes met with (Y/N)’s. She was staring at him almost adoringly, her head slightly tilted to the side and a pleased smile on her face.

“I told you”, she mouthed.

Draco was still too bewildered to even think of a response, but he smiled back to her. This time it was a whole and genuine smile that took her back to their encounter last year.

                                                           ....

The original plan was to go out and celebrate in muggle London. (Y/N) would go back to Hogwarts the next day, but she wanted to be with Draco tonight. She spent a while deciding what to wear. The rustling of fabrics took her back to the night of the Yule Ball. She smiled softly, thinking how she was ten times more excited now. (Y/N) finally settled on a black fitted dress, a leather jacket and ankle boots. She was about to sit in front of her vanity to put her make up on when Draco appeared in the middle of her room.

It surprised her so much she almost fell from her seat. Draco didn’t look like he was ready to go anywhere. He looked unkempt and tired. He gave her a sorrowful look, which forced her to bolt up from her seat and take him in her arms. Draco collapsed immediately. Sobs ripped off his chest one after the other.

“I-I just…I can’t…”

“It’s okay, Draco,” she offered softly.

“I need your company,” he managed to say.

Draco felt pathetic, but he couldn’t deny being in her arms made things a million times better. He had been cleared by the law, she had saved him. But not even his wondrous cuddle partner could save him from himself, from his self-hatred and the guilt and shame. She couldn’t save him from staring at his left forearm until he felt it burned.

Draco let the tears roll freely, wash away the horrible things inside him. (Y/N) felt her own eyes stinging, but only until their limbs were once again tangled (this time in a sofa by the fireplace) did she let herself weep ever so slightly. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. Draco’s head rested just above (Y/N)’s breast. He could hear the beating of her heart, which comforted him in more ways than he thought possible. Their legs stretched together and her arms enveloped him. She brought one of her hands to his hair and let her fingertips massage his scalp. Draco bawled until he felt he had no tears left. (Y/N) was so soft and gentle with him that he basked in her caresses.

As she pressed a kiss to his forehead, Draco was invaded with the sense that he didn’t deserve her. He blurted it out loud; with her he had no need to restrain his thoughts. (Y/N) hugged him tighter. She took his left arm and uncovered the mark that marred his milky skin. Draco lifted himself up just enough to search her face. He was expecting to see fear and disgust, but there was none of that. All he saw was the same understanding, same warmth she always seemed to have for him.

As she saw the mark, (Y/N) was, of course, pained. Everything the mark represented had taken away her childhood and adolescence. It was the reason why she had scars and she cried herself to sleep. It was why she was mourning some of her friends and family. She didn’t blame it on Draco, though. He had no choice and he was possibly as broken and scared as she was. She wanted to give him love and support. And so, she surprised even herself when she brought his forearm to her lips and kissed the mark of doom. Draco’s vision got blurry again. He pressed his ear to her heart and hugged (Y/N) as tightly as he could. She returned his embrace fiercely.

“I don’t deserve you, (Y/N/N)” he repeated, his voice muffled.

“It’s not a matter of deserving or not, Dray. And even if it was, you deserve as much love and care as anyone else,” she reminded him.

He sniffled. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Merlin, I’m so lucky to have you,” he answered.

“As I am to have you,” he could hear the smile in her voice.

They remained silent, an air of contentment engulfing them both.

“Is this how it’s going to work?” he asked, adopting a playful tone.

“What is?”

“Are we going to like…meet once a year to cuddle and cry?”

Draco felt pleased with himself as her chest vibrated with laughter.

“I hope not,” she answered sincerely.

“Me neither, (Y/N/N).”

They went back to their pleasant silence. The crackling of the fire in front of them soothed them both.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, his voice small.

“Hmh?”

“Could…could you read one of your poems to me?”

She smiled softly, her hand still buried in his hair. (Y/N) thought for a second before speaking.

“You may write me down in history,” her voice was soft and tender and to Draco it had a lulling effect.

“With your bitter, twisted lies,”

“You may trod me in the very dirt”

Draco started dozing off. He couldn’t recall the last time he welcomed sleep. He closed his eyes. Somewhere in his dreams, (Y/N)’s last few words resounded:

“But still, like dust, I'll rise”.

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Rules:

1. Reblog this post (You don’t have to be following me to participate (but I’d appreciate it), I just would like this on your page 😊)

2. Send me an ask (not into my messages because they will get lost) with the name of the person you want to write for as well as the prompt you choose from below (Limit 2 people per prompt and 2 prompts per person) (First come, first serve by asks)

a. I’ll cross out prompts that are unavailable if people choose them, so always look for the most updated version of this post.b. If your writing account isn’t the one you’ve send an ask with, please include the name of your account at the end of the ask!

3. Use the hashtag #Riaswritingchallenge and tag me so I can see what you created! (make sure you use the correct tag because that will be how I am looking for posts)

a. I will reblog all the posts you write and if I don’t reblog within 3 days, send me an ask to make sure I see it

4. If it’s more than 1.5K (no word limit, go for it), add a keep reading option please so we don’t have pages and pages of pieces

a. If you can’t, that’s fine, I don’t think you can on the mobile

5. Don’t Stress and Have Fun! We aren’t comparing works to anyone; we’re just sharing what we wrote!

6. I’m not putting an end date on this challenge until I see activity! I’ll reblog with a date when I have one.

EDIT: So I’ve decided not to take requests for myself off this list and just leave these prompt to you guys, SO PLEASE DON’T SEND ME REQUESTS FROM THESE LISTS! CHOOSE ONES FOR YOU TO WRITE! 😊 Thank you!

Characters (Pick ANY character from a fandom):

The 100• Marvel• Harry Potter• Flash• Walking Dead• <- those are examples, choose what ever you’d like!

Prompts (specify which list in ask):

Fluff:

1. “Just hold me close and never let go.”

The One by @with1love1anu (Sirius Black x Reader)

2. “You may be good, but I’m better.” 

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

3. “You know, I’d go through hell for you.” “Really?” “Yeah, or well, really hot weather.”

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

@fridasfantasy (Zuko x Reader)

4. “Well you’re fun.” “And you’re annoying.”

Sirius Black x Reader by @valiantartwritingweasel

Just my Type by @writeseasonally (Fred Weasley x Reader)

5. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “Then what are you?” “…I’m not dead, right?”

@nekoannie-chan (Brock Rumlow x Reader)

Truth under Moonlight by @approved-by-dentists (Sirius Black x Reader)

6. “You’re a lot more interesting in my head.”

Hoax by @seiraswriting (Hermione Granger x Reader)

7. “You just have to trust me.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

8. “Time flies when you’re a prisoner.”

9. “You’re my home.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

10. “Thanks for not killing me.”

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

11. “I’m going to choose to take pride in that.”

Freedom of Innocence by @summer-writes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

12. “You’re my second chance.”

@bad268 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Second Chances by @shaynawrites23 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

13. “Take me by the hand and hold me tight.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. “I’m proud of us.”

15. “Will you get off me?”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

16. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I just fell more in love with you.”

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

I Love you by @theonly1outof-a-billion​​ (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)

17. “You are everything I dreamed of.”

@the-moon-and-the-book​ (Remus Lupin x Reader)

18. “Here, let me help you.”

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

19. “Can I have a kiss? Please?”

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

20. “Your hand is so soft.”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “I’ve been thinking-“ “uh oh.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader)

22. “But you love me anyways.”

@leah-ravenanne (James Potter x Reader)

Secret Admirer by @shaynawrites23 (Sirius Black x Reader)

23. “Want a back rub?”

24. “Can we cuddle?”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

25. “You realize how insane you sound, right?”

Crazy for You by @writeroutoftime (Sirius Black x Reader)

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

26. “Stop making that face. It’s too cute.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

27. You are perfect for me.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

28. “You’re so warm.”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

29. “I love you more every day.”

30. “Where’s my morning kisses?”

31. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x reader)

32. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x Reader)

33. “Stop stealing my food.”

34. “Wow, I almost forgot how beautiful you were.”

@hollands-weasley (Fred Weasley x Reader)

35. “There’s an open seat on my lap.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

36. “Please just look at me.”

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

37. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

38. “Netflix and cuddle?”

39. “I can count to ten.” “You can barely get to 3.”

40. “My best friend is an idiot. Awesome.”

Angst:

1. “Despite everything, I still care about you.”

Blind Love by @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

2. “I should go…”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

3. “Joke’s on me, right?”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

4. “Break my heart, I’ll break your face.”

5. “Fuck you and your promises.”

Promises by @masterofthedarkness (Fred Weasley x Reader)

6. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? No? Me neither.”

7. “I’m not worth dying for.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader) 

8. “There’s still good in you.”

All for You by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

9. “I thought you died.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

10. “Don’t touch me.”

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

11. “I’m fine.” *Passes out*

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

12. “I was hoping you’d save us both.”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

13. “I’m invisible.”

14. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

15. “You’re not you.”

16. “What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? I’m not.”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

17. “Okay, fuck you.”

18. “You wanna play hero? Be my guest.”

Drama by @obsessedwithrandomthings (Remus Lupin x Reader)

19. “You’re an asshole.”

20. “I hope it was worth it.”

21. “Trust me, it could get a whole lot worse.”

22. “The only mistake I made was you.”

@acciomarauders (Regulus Black x Reader)

23. “Prove to me you’re different, then I’ll believe you.”

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

24. “No one blames you.” “I do.”

All for you by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

25. How come you’re still here?”

26. “This is when you stop talking.”

27. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

28. “God, just let me fall apart.”

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

29. “Just let me die.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

Duelled by @teheharrypotter (Sirius Black x Reader)

30. “You got to let go.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

31. “Why can’t you look at me like you look at her?”

Fool’s Gold by @marauderswhisperer (James Potter x Reader)

32. “You don’t get to die today.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

33. “I’m spiraling and I can’t make it stop.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

34. “You’re never too broken to be fixed.”

She’s a Survivor by @eleven-times-lively (Remus Lupin x Reader)

35. “Fun? Is that all I am to you? Fun?”

36. “I would’ve given my life up for you, but now? Now I don’t even know you.”

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x reader)

37. “I haven’t been the same since you left me.”

Charm-ed by @nekoannie-chan (Steve Rogers x Reader)

38. “You were supposed to protect me.”

39. “You gave me the world, but it wasn’t enough.”

40. “Give me another chance to prove I am still in love with you.”

Smut:

(Sorry I couldn’t find or come up with more smut ones lol)

1. “Ruin me.”

2. “Lose the shirt.”

3. “You know we’re in public, right?”

4. “Be good.” “Or what, you’ll punish me?”

5. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”

6. “Spread your legs for me.”

7. “Remember. You’re mine.”

8. “Stop the lip biting, you’re driving me crazy.”

9. “Tonight, you’re in control.”

10. “I’m not wearing anything under this.”

11. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

12. “Aw, is somebody jealous?”

13. “If you wanna fuck, just say the words.”

14. “I forgot how much I missed seeing you beneath me.” 

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x Reader)

15. “Oh, fuck you!” “Your place or mine?”

16. “Was the sex really that good?”

17. “Like what you’re seeing?”

18. “On your knees.”

19. “Handcuffs? Sounds fun.”

20. “Touch yourself for me.”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “Try not to ruin the sheets, I just cleaned them.”

22. “Why is your dick out?”

23. “Boobies!”

24. “I think the condom broke.”

Oh, baby by @grounderxbellamy (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

25. “Cute underwear.”

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[sweetmissnothing]

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[onlyfreds]

Thank you all so much for 1k+ followers! I still can't believe that this amount of people follow my blog that is just full of junk from my brain. Nevertheless, thank you all for the support and love you've given me and my work.

Since this is quite a special celebration, I will be doing both a celebration and a writing challenge for this one! This celebration will last from January 27, 2022 to February 14, 2022

1k Writing Challenge

Now, on to the activities for this celebration:

💌 [moots only!] - drop this in my inbox and I'll make a little playlist inspired by you and I'll make a book cover of one of your fics (if you don't post any fics, then I'll make one based on your theme)

💅 [fmk] - send me this + three hp characters and I'll tell you who I'll kiss, marry and sleep with

⭐ [cym] - you know the drill, send me this with any concept, topic etc. and I'll cast my moots

✍ [fic review] - send me this and a link to your fic and I'll give my honest opinion on it.

💖 [ships] - send me this with a fun fact about yourself and I'll ship you with an HP character

🎙[playlist] - send me this + any trope, concept etc and I'll make a little playlist

📸 [moodboard] - send me this + any concept, trope etc. and I'll make a moodboard out of it.

🐎 [made up title] - send me a made-up title and I'll tell you what I'll write for it.

✨ [WIP] - send this in and I'll drop a line from one of my WIPs

🍾 [headcannon] - send me this + a concept, trope etc and I'll make a little headcannon

🏖 [blurb] - send me this and a concept, trope etc and I'll write a little blurb about it

Tagging my wonderful and amazing moots under the cut!

@lumosandnoxwriting @theoreticslut @thisismynerdyself @fandomscombine @weasleylangs @mitsukui @darthwheezely @weelittleweasley @horrorxweasley @vibraniumphoenix @madelineorionswan @xmalfoyweasleyx @nobutfredweasleytho @cupids-crystals @freddie-weaselbee @beloved-bucky@bclatrix @weasleysparistrip @an2402lths @butterbeerblurbs @jackys-stuff-blog @ssathoma​

#onlyfreds' 1k celebration #follower milestone #milestones <3 #fredweasley #fred weasley

[fandomscombine]

Prank, Run & Hide

Fred Weasley x Reader

BG: Even in the middle of fleeing, Fred still has time to be sweet to his girl, mid-escape.

Warnings: Sweet fluffy goodness, Snape is a piece of shit.

a/n: Hi there, It’s me getting the hang of things after my unexpected hiatus. First day back, here’s a indulgent blurb fic. I’m going through my notifications, and will be catching up and reply to them soon. Thanks for still sticking with me tho!

WC: 571

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred is leaping up the stairs, 4 steps at a time, daring to take as many as his long legs would allow.

George no doubt closely behind. Fred doesn’t dare look back, confidently on the panting heard on his left.

Both boys are speeding as if their lives depended on it- it’s a bit exaggerated but if caught, they would be facing a whole month’s detention in the Forbidden Forest at the very least or worst suspended- Molly would be furious.

No, the boys were determined to not get caught.

Yes, they love causing chaos and pranks- sticking mostly with temporary to not so serious consequences.

The one rule they hold themselves to is ‘No suspension and explosion.’

There were currently 5 Weasleys attending Hogwarts so imagine the total cost for school tuition.

They would just have to make it to another more floor then they would make it to one of Hogwarts secret passageways that would lead them to the safety of the Gryffindor Tower.

As they reach the flat landing, the unmistakable figure of Fred’s favourite person appears.

Focused on trying to neatly tuck away your notes into your book bag after being haphazardly kicked out of the library by Madam Pince near closing, having your feet lifted off the ground gave your heart a drop.

You feel a warm presence wrapped around you from behind, “MWAH” A kiss lands on your right cheek. “Hey there love!”

“FRED!” You scream, shoulders relaxing now knowing that it was not the Azkaban escapee that got you but instead your lovable yet unpredictable boyfriend.

“Sorry love, can’t talk!” He said, gently placing you back down before running again.

“And by the way y/n.” George called out, jogging backwards. “You DID NOT SEE US!”

Just as they rounded the corner, Snape appears in hot pursuit.

In his blind red anger, almost runs into you.

Regaining his composure he asks, “Ms. L/n did you perhaps see 2 bumbling idiots pass by?'

You can feel your face warm from blushing earlier but you can feel it get redder

Clearing your throat, you replied. “'No sir.”

“Are you sure ms l/n?” He presses on, staring you down. “And are not lying on behalf of your boyfriend and his immature twin?'

“Mm hmm”

It was the only reply you could muster without bursting into laughter.

Snape no doubt called your bluff... you were a well behaved student but you are still one of the pranksters girlfriend.

But decides to let it go, knowing that you wouldn't budge.

Stepping back, he threatens.

“The weasels might have gotten away this time, but I’ll have you know that once I have evidence on them, I would do everything in my power to have them expelled from the school and be blacklisted from potential job prospects.”

With that Snape turns to leave, robes flapping about as he descends the stairs back to his office.

You waited for few moments to be sure that you were in the clear before shouting "You can come out now"

You knew the twins long well enough to know that they would have stayed to witness the confrontation then flee to safety.

Arms crossed, you waited for them to appear.

"Great job on not breaking character." George said ruffling your hair, causing you to glare at him.

"I knew I loved you for a reason" Fred beamed, engulfing your entire frame.

"Yeah yeah"

~

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#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fandomscombine writes #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #weasley x reader #weasley twins #george weasley