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miyasstan · 5 months
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Sakusa (I absolutely loathe people) kiyoomi starts calling atsumu "love" once he's comfortable and miya (flirting was invented by me) atsumu turns into tomato every single time 😭😭
PS: Shy tsumu actually screamed for 2 hours on a call with samu when it happened for the first time and blunt Omi who just shrugged at Motoya because yes love is atsumu and atsumu is his love (I love them)
Okay I should get some sleep now sigh sksk
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wintersxldiers · 4 months
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HEYYYY
I rlly loved your Bucky Barnes fanfic and I had a request for another one
I was jus' listening to this is me from the greatest showman and thought how would Bucky react to his girl being su!cidal and h@rming herself and all that
please jus say if your uncomfortable with this ask <333
Heyyy to my fellow Winter's child!
This was a really good idea so thanks for requesting. I hope you like this but I don't know if I really did this justice.
Warnings: Talk about SH, fluff, comforting Bucky (LMK if I missed any)
(Thank you @lafleshlumpeater for Proofreading, forever grateful for you mylove <33) ------------------------------------------------------------
You had done it again. You relapsed. You promised Bucky you wouldn't do it again but here you are with your arms scattered with tiny cuts. You threw on a large sweatshirt and leggings hoping Bucky wouldn't realise. 
"Hey Doll" Bucky greeted you as you walked out of your bedroom. "Hi" you replied then making your way over to bury your head into his chest and listen to his rhythmic heartbeat. "Doll? Are you OK?" he questioned, feeling a deep feeling of concern for you. 
He looked at the sweatshirt you were wearing and then it clicked in his head. It was the end of August so what were you doing wearing a sweatshirt? "Baby you promised you wouldn't. What happened?" he said while rubbing your arms hoping to relieve the pain from you. "Baby please." Bucky begged, he needed to know what happened to his girl. 
He paused for a second and hurt muffled sobbing, he looked down and it was you. "Hey don't cry Doll, what happened?" he whispered and cupped your cheeks in his hands. "I tried Jamie, I really tried. I didn't know what to do." you said, your voice cracking with every word and even more tears threatening to come out. "Hey it's ok, don't worry. You wanna tell me what was going on?" Bucky said, wrapping his arms around you as you sniffled against his chest. You shook her head no violently and Bucky took that as a sign to suggest a movie night with lots of snacks and cuddles. 
" Would you like that Doll?" Bucky said, already knowing your answer. "Sure Buck." you nodded and led him to the sofa where you both sat snuggled up against each other. His metal arm spread across the sofa, behind your head. "I love you Bucky, thank you." 
"It's nothing Doll and I love you too, you're amazing but I hate seeing you like this. I hate seeing you in pain." his voice cracked  at the last sentence. You looked at his face and his eyes had tears in them. Tears that were too afraid to come out. "Bucky, please don't." you said, raking your fingers through his locks. "Please don't do this to yourself Doll." Bucky pleaded with you. "Just promise me every time you feel like doing it, you tell me and we talk through it and I treat you extra yeah?" he said, his hand rubbing circles over your hand softly. You nodded while little tears fell down your face.
Of course your supersoldier noticed and panicked" Doll what happened. Baby please don't cry. " you felt an ache in your chest and said" I hate that you're so concerned for me because I'm just a burden on you. Why are you even with me?" Bucky looked at you like you had gone mad because in his eyes you had.
" Why am I with you?! Doll I think you’ve gone mad. You're amazing in every way, your personality, your face, everything. You're literally perfect. Is that what all this is about? Were you feeling insecure?” Bucky said, wrapping his arms around you, cradling you. You nodded harshly because of the feeling of having to say it was embarrassing.
“I’m sorry baby, I shoulda done more to help you not feel like this, this is all my fault.” Bucky said while you burrowed your head into the crook of his neck and mumbled “It’s not your fault Buck, I don’t know why I let people get to me in the first place. ”He stroked your hair softly while you inhaled his scent deeply, you had always loved the smell of his cologne and now that he knew you did he made sure he sprayed it everyday. “ I love you Jamie” you whispered as you drifted off to sleep because of today's emotional events, you had become worn out. “‘Love you too Angel.” Bucky returned, his fingers not leaving your soft hair.
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mischuchay · 3 months
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so... i finally finished it, i'm not really feeling well these past few days so i hope y'all still like this ZoSan modern au that i made, hehe
*credits to this ZoSan fan art
twitter: Ell @shiodraws
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Got a little thoughty thought for this Oneshot
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"Um Mr. Potter? What on earth are you doing," Harry flinched at Professor McGonagall's tone. "What is that book doing on Malfoy's head?"
"I-" Harry stuttered no excuse coming to mind. "He- I-"
"Is Mr. Malfoy sleeping?" She asked calmly.
"Would you believe me if i said he wasn't?"
"No," She waved her wand and the book slipped out of his hand onto the table.
"Detention for both of you tomorrow," Harry hung his head in defeat, what he got for helping the shoddy prick.
"Yes professor," he gently shook Malfoy awake.
"Draco," both Slytherin and Gryffindor turned at that. Harry Potter call Draco Malfoy by his first name????
"N'yeah?"
"We got detention,"
"The hell did you do and why does it involve me," Draco raised his head, hair tousled.
"Help you,"
"Did i ask,"
"Silently,"
"W-"
"Mr. Malfoy I'd like you're attention on the lesson currently being held instead of your lover's quarrel if you mind."
"Sorry Professor,"
Arghiauniyniyiosmq love them so much. I got the picture from Pinterest here
Edits: @sowoyp for the art 🎨 ✨️
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errygarcha · 11 months
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What if he doesn’t want to marry me?
An indulgent, whimsical Quinn Hughes fanfiction, where a drunk bachelorette wonders if her adoring fiancee doesn’t want to marry her.
Erica knew that Quinn loved her. He told her nearly every morning after all, which one would assume it made it hard to forget. Everyone who knew Erica and Quinn knew about the deep, mutual, exclusive admiration they held each other in. Which made it strange, how Erica was currently on the floor of an Orlando pub bathroom, in tears. After all, what type of bachelorette didn't have a mental breakdown over whether or not her fiancee and significant other of five years loved her in the week prior to her wedding?
“But what if he doesn't love me? What if he regrets proposing to me? What if something happens, what if we have to cancel the wedding?” Erica wailed, while kneeling next to the sink. Beside her were two of her bridesmaids, Anna and Gabby. Gabby, being the only one of the trio to maintain her sobriety throughout the night, acted as the voice of reason. “That man loves you so much. If anything, HE should be the one worried that you will cancel the wedding!” Gabby said, grabbing some napkins from the dispenser by the sink
“FOR REAL” Anna all but shouted. “Actually, we should facetime him, so he can know that you're too hot to marry him and YOu are calling off the wedding before he can!” Anna exclaimed triumphantly, proud of her point. Erica sat there blankly, drunkenly processing Anna’s point. While Erica’s reaction was delayed due to her stupor, Gabby’s certainly was not. “Anna, that is not what Erica was saying” Gabby said with a laugh, finding humor in the antics. However, Gabby was now not by the sink, but in a bathroom stall. Gabby did not see Anna pulling Erica’s phone out of her purse, holding it up to her face to unlock it. Before Gabby had any idea what the girls were up to, Quinn had already picked up the call.
Quinn Hughes was never the type to make comments or try to control his girlfriends actions. Maybe that's why Erica and Quinn worked so well together. They both held each other in such a high regard, placing so much trust in the other, that there never was an inkling of insecurity or doubt. However, Quinn was not going to lie. When Erica had told him of her bachelorette party plans in Orlando, he was worried. Not that he was scared she was going to cheat on him or anything, he knew how serious Erica was in their relationship. But he also knew Erica’s friends, and the predicaments they seemed to find themselves in after they dabbled in a bar or too.
Needless to say, when he answered his phone, he was not surprised to see Anna’s face instead of his dear Erica’s. “Hi Quinnnnn!” Anna slurred. “Hello Anna,” Quinn replied. “How are you?” he asked. “I’M perfectly perfect and fine,” Anna happily shared. “Erica doesn’t want you to break up with her ever, so she is going to break up with you first.” Anna shared, before promptly hanging up the call. 
“Done!” She said, with a self gratified smile. Miss girl had no idea what she did, but she was more than happy to simply be involved. 
The silence of the bathroom was short lived as Gabby’s phone began to ring. Now, she was out of the stall and washing her hands. Taking care of her two drunk friends was much like having toddlers to tend to. After a few seconds, when her hands were washed and dried, Gabby answered the phone, unsurprised to hear Quinnn’s voice on the other end. 
“Hey, Gabby’” Quinn leads “Oh my god, Quinn” Gabby breathes out, the two exchange a relieved, awkward chuckle. “Not meaning to steal bachelorette time, but what are you guys up to?” Quinn felt, for lack of a better term, douchey. After all, what kind of guy calls his fiance's bridesmaids on a bachelorette trip? A douchey, clingy one. “More like what are you guys down too, Erica and Anna are on the floor in this bar’s bathroom.” “Can I talk to her” Quinn asked. Truth be told, he did miss his intended. In a few short weeks, they are meant to walk down the aisle, become one, and all that jazz. It is very natural that he had a few questions about any declaration of these plans being altered. 
“Erica, I have Quinn on the phone, he wants to talk to you” Gabby said, while crouching down next to Erica on the floor. The duo became a trio, and all three women were now on the bathroom floor. “Oh no, what if he doesn’t like me, what if he's calling me to say he doesn’t like me anymore…” Erica slurred together, but she did manage to grab Gabby’s phone from her outstretched arm.n
“Baby, are you there?” Quinn asked gently, his words slightly terse, but his tone full of love. “QUINNIE” Erica yelped, “I’m here” she replied, while closing her eyes and leaning against the cool tiled wall of the bathroom. You’re NOT going to throw up, you’re NOT going to throw up. The mantra echoed against the walls of Erica’s head.
“How are you doing, darling?” Quinn inquired. All he wanted was his fiancee with him, so he could make sure she was safe. And the other girls too, lord knows what Erica and her bridesmaids have gotten up to in Florida. “I am good, my love, what are you?” she naturally replied. Of course, she meant how are you, or maybe ‘what are you up to’. But Quinn was grateful to hear her voice. 
“I’ve been good. So I am going out on a limb here and saying that the wedding is still on?” Comedic lilt gilded his words. Quinn wasn’t sure he’d ever master how to talk to drunk girls on bathroom floors. That craft was better left to the masters, the other drunk girls on bathroom floors. God, where they wonder to behold. 
“Only if you want, like I don’t want you to be unhappappappy” Erica rambled, before coming to a slightly percussive end. “My love, why would I not want to marry you?” Quinn asked. He was curious about her response. Erica usually presented herself as confident, and usually was very self assured. “Well I don’t know, I’m very loud I don’t want you to feel like you’re marrying me out of duty or I don’t know” Erica replied. Well that certainly did not bring Quinn any clarity. 
“Babygirl, I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life. You are the only person in the world who I have shared every part of my physical, mental, and emotional being. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, unique and wonderful woman I have ever known. I would do anything for you, I am prepared to lay down my life for you. Erica Marie Connors, you are my life. I can’t wait for you to be Mrs. Hughes. I would do it right now if I could.”
Wow. Even in her drunken state, Erica was dazed with Quinn's profession. So dazed. So dizzyingly, subliminally, twirling dazed. The next sound Quinn heard was retching, a yelp, and a wail. After a few moments, he heard the third voice of the evening on the other end of the phone. “She’ll see you at the altar, Quinnie baby”
And just like Anna did earlier that night, she hung right up on the hockey player, without a second thought. 
Quinn couldn’t wait to stop wishing for his girlfriend. He wanted his wife.
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It’s not that bad…(Peter Parker X reader)
Warnings: mentions of blood , fluff, a whiny peter
Peters hair had grown significantly a lot since you first started dating. But you didn’t mind that . You loved to tread your fingers through his fluffy soft hair and eventually make it a mess , grip on them while kissing or while making love to each other.
Peter didn’t mind it too, until recently. You sometimes saw him getting annoyed by how hot it felt or how it kept getting in his eyes so you thought of a solution- you were going to give him a haircut.
The steam left the bathroom as you opened the door and walked in your bedroom after showering with Peter. You were wearing one of his hoodies since they were so comfy.
“Hey bug do you have a towel, the water is getting in my eyes”. Peter said rubbing his eyes, water dripping from his hair. “Uh yeah I have an extra one ,wait here.” You went to get it from the other room. Wait this is the perfect moment to cut his hair. You gave him the towel and looked at him sheepishly.
“Um can I ask you a question?”You asked coyly. “You already did.” He smirked.
“Peter stop with the dad jokes ”you whined. “What I’m trying to say is can I cut your hair?”
“Can you say that again please?” Peter said, shocked.
“Come on, I have cut aunt May’s hair.”
“You trimmed them and that’s just because her favourite salon was closed”he reasoned.
“Well I am also just gonna trim your hair and I have watched many videos on it too” you smiled smugly. “Oh and I’m your girlfriend.”
He gasped “ you cannot pull that card".
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After setting the towel on the chair’s back, Peter sat on it.
"Please don't cut me" Peter said worried about himself "and yourself".
"Stop being so dramatic. The end result is just gonna be you looking hot" You quipped back.
You detangled his hair with a comb and started brushing them into parts.
"Usually I'd like you playing with my hair but right now I'm scared as hell”. You rolled your eyes at that and set to work.
The whole time you were using clippers and trimming his hair Peter’s eyes were shut closed. You even gave him forehead and cheek kisses (his favourite type of kisses) to loosen him up, but he was not having it.
“Look I know you love your hair and I love them too, I mean 50% of why i started dating you is because of them . But you gotta trust me with this babe.”
“I know , I know I’m sorry I’m just a bit nervous is all.” He said with his eyes still shut.
“Well you don’t need to be sorry, look in the mirror you’re all done”you said, “I think” you continued.
He opened his eyes. “ Oh wow! I look, I look fine i mean this is not bad and there’s no blood”.
“Well it will be there if you don’t stop saying that”you hit the back of his head gently.
He chuckled “I’m sorry my love, but I like this hairstyle” he turned his to the side and looked at the left side “ Though this side is a bit wonky”
“Hey it’s not that bad.”you countered back.
“But really thank you for this. I was getting annoyed by my hair.” He said sincerely.
“Your welcome”. You kissed him gently on his lips. You both pulled back until your lips were brushing his.
“Did you actually start dating me because of my hair?” Peter asked with a smirk on his face.
You chuckled and pecked his lips again in response.
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miwsolovely · 11 months
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im actually ready for miguel n hobie requests
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twistiraki · 1 year
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Love hunt (Easter Special)
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Cater had been hyped about the Easter egg hunt in the Heartslabyul Garden for weeks! He wanted to make sure that he and Y/N had an egg-cellent time, and that meant finding some eggs. As they walked through the garden, Cater couldn't help but snap a few pics of Y/N with his phone, wanting to capture every moment of their time together.
"Y/N, you're looking fire today," Cater said, admiring how Y/N looked amongst the blooming flowers.
Y/N blushed and replied, "Thanks, Cater. You're looking pretty cool yourself."
As they hunted for eggs, Cater kept checking his phone, eager to post some of their pics on Magicam. He couldn't wait to show off how awesome their day was to all his followers.
"Y/N, check it out! This pic of you with the flowers is totally Magic-worthy," Cater exclaimed, showing Y/N his phone.
Y/N smiled and replied, "You have a real eye for photography, Cater. These pictures are amazing!"
As they ventured deeper into the maze, Cater suggested checking out a more secluded area, hoping to find something really special. He wanted to give Y/N a surprise that would blow their mind.
"Cay-Cay has the feeling there's something totally epic hidden here," Cater said, his eyes lighting up.
Y/N was a little unsure but followed him deeper into the maze, feeling the energy between them grow with every step.
As they approached a dense cluster of bushes, Cater felt his heart racing with anticipation. He had hidden something special, something that he hoped would make Y/N's heart skip a beat.
"Let's check behind here!" Cater said, his voice soft and warm.
Y/N nodded, feeling the thrill of the moment. And that's when Y/N spotted the golden egg, hidden behind the bushes. 
Cater's heart raced as he watched Y/N open the golden egg and reveal the stunning ring. "Wow, this is amazing!" Y/N exclaimed, holding up the ring to admire it. Cater couldn't help but smile at their reaction.
"That's not the only thing that's amazing," Cater said, leaning in closer to Y/N. "You are, Y/N. I've had a crush on you for so long, and I couldn't think of a better way to confess my feelings than on this magical Easter egg hunt."
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Cater, I had no idea you felt that way about me. I've had feelings for you too, but I wasn't sure if you felt the same."
Cater grinned widely. "Of course I do, Y/N. I think you're incredible. I love spending time with you, and I can't imagine going on this kind of adventure with anyone else."
Y/N blushed and smiled back at Cater. "Well, in that case, I would love to be your partner, Cater."
Cater's eyes lit up with joy. "Yes! You won't regret it, Y/N. We'll have so much fun together."
Cater then leaned in for a small, tender kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered as they felt Cater's soft lips against theirs, and they wrapped their arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
After a few moments, they pulled back, both smiling happily. "I can't wait to tell everyone on Magicam about this," Cater said excitedly, pulling out his phone to take a photo of the two of them.
Y/N laughed, feeling happy and content. "Me too, Cater. This is definitely a moment worth sharing."
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scarletv0id · 1 year
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With the continued experience of lost time Will is mortified to discovery that it not only happened again, but that he ended up on Doctor Hannibal Lecter's doorstep soaked in sweat and freezing.
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Fluffy Orel and Joe
Teeheehee
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miyasstan · 5 months
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Sakusa (touch me and you'll die) kiyoomi actually likes cuddling and Miya (physical touch is in my DNA) atsumu always turns into a flustered mess. His heartbeat would go erratic because the way Omi randomly but fondly snuggles with him and caresses his hair will always leave him breathless.
(soft omi and shy tsumu has my heart <3)
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amethysttail · 2 years
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Kingsglaive Legends Day 1: Living Canvas
Hi Guys! Here is my (late XD) submission for the kingsglaive legends and lore event. 
Prompt: Recruitment
Summary: Crowe has an art project, and needs a victim. Er, volunteer. Everyone is busy. However: Pelna can indeed be bought. 
Finally, Someone said yes! Nyx squirmed too much. Libertus was too busy. Luche just deployed on an espionage mission. Axis had to watch his kids. Sonitus was on vacation. But Pelna finally agreed. Crowe had been itching to practice henna art for forever, and Pelna finally said yes. All for the small price of takeout. Feed the man and he will almost agree to almost anything Crowe asked. It was a terrible weakness of his, really. Everyone should be proud of her for how little she exploited this. 
Said man was lying on his belly, full of food and warm. She had made a nest of old blankets and had piled them just right, rolling Pelna unto them expertly after the meal. He went willingly, wriggling into a comfy spot, and settling in. 
“What are you going to paint?”
"Shhhh. No words." 
Pelna harrumphed and settled. Crowe began to paint, her thin brush lightly painting waving lines across his back. The glaive laid contentedly. For a little bit. Crowe chucked and shushed him each time he begged for a hint. He focused on her strokes down his back, trying to visualize it. 
"A mountain range?" 
Crowe shushed him. 
"Ramuh's storms?" 
Crowe hummed noncommittally. 
"That one chocobo that dumped libertus on his ass?" 
Crowe chuckled and pinched his side warningly. Pelna snickered and laid his head on crossed arms. The mage painted on, layering brushstrokes of paste onto her living canvas. 
The young glaive melted under the repeated strokes, steady and even. His breathing slowed. Crowe smiled, and continued. 
Pelna awoke the next morning to the most uncomfortable, crusty, itchy feeling ever. Crowe had to bribe him with food yet again, lest he scrape everything off his back. She carefully peeled off the dried paste, admiring her work. It moved and reached between his shoulders, stayed strong and unyielding down his spine, and rooted firmly along the backs of his hips. 
Crowe sternly ordered him not to look until he guessed right. Pelna squawked his outrage, but was firmly booted out of the tiny apartment, crowe cackling away. 
Pelna puzzled and puzzled with the glaives in the locker room, much to everyone's amusement. 
"Is it a shark?" 
Luche smirked and shook his head. 
"Is it an ocean?" 
Axis snorted and rolled his eyes. 
"Is it dolphins? Any sea life?" 
Nyx snickered. 
"Is it…an animal?" 
Tredd laughed under his breath. 
"Is it a forest?" 
"Getting warmer." Came the chuckle from Sonius.
"How warm?! This is driving me crazy!" 
Libertus rolled his eyes and cast a shield in front of himself, the crystalline hexagons reflecting the light. Pelna gaspd. 
The tree of life rose with his vertebrae, the canopy breathing with his as his lungs stretched the flesh of his upper back. The roots reaching down to the backs of his hips. He turned to crowe, stunned. 
"What? It suits you." 
The blush he gave warmed the room ten degrees and earned him teasing for the next three months.
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pinkpintolesbean · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Atem/Kaiba Seto Characters: Yami Yuugi | Atem, Kaiba Seto, Kaiba Mokuba Additional Tags: Keyboard, ASMR, Wholesome, triggering your boyfriend’s asmr, Cute, Typing, ASMR Triggers, Boyfriends, Established Relationship, Teasing, Keyboard triggers, just boys being cute, Fluff Summary:
Atem enjoys some keyboard ASMR, courtesy of his beloved boyfriend~.
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harmonyfanficquotes · 2 years
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Smoke Signals
One of the sweetest little one shots. AU and quite old, originally from livejournal.
Smokesignals by Amatia 
She opened the book and attempted to ignore him even as he sat down next to her on the sofa. He was warm and smelled of smoke and apple-wood; they were good scents on Harry and Hermione just couldn't be mad at a man who kissed her neck like that and smelled nice besides.
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Drarry ofc (been in my drafts too long)
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This fic takes place during 3rd year. Harry was having a class with Slytherin. Professor Lupin was teaching them about patronuses (daddy siri out lol, living with our dear Remmy illegally cus why not and because i said so🤭) he managed to get a hold of a boggart which he had transfigured into a dementor. 
Though it was not real it still had almost the same effect. Everyone went till it was left with Harry. He walked up to the dementor, he had done the spell a million times, in front of almost everyone, to the extent even first years know what his patronus looks like, a stag.
Hermione and Ron were the only ones who knew that the stag was his dad’s illegal animagus. 
He took a deep breath. “Expecto Patronum” 
Silver mist erupted from his wand, the windows had been shut prior to enabling them to see even the faintest ones. He lit up the entire room, in the corner of his eye he locked eyes with Drace. Draco had a proud look on his face. Harry wanted to smile back at him. Till he heard a couple gasps. He directed his attention to his corporeal patronus. It wasn’t a stag…
It was a dragon. It was tall, its neck long and its scales were visible. The Dragon chuffed at the students before disappearing. Whispers and mumbles filled the room. 
“Wasn’t his patronus a deer?”
“It was a stag you oaf and yeah it was,”
“Dragon in Latin is Draco,”
“And?”
“Sir-” Harry started shutting everyone up. “Is it possible for patronus’ to change?”
“Uh,”  Professor Lupin cleared his throat. “Yes it is quite possible,” The professor thought to say something but the bell went and students shuffled out the door. He was about to call out to Harry till he noticed how Harry was walking behind everyone.
With Draco
Harry and Draco turned a corner before disappearing. 
Strange
Shortly after as he was preparing for his next class Hermione and Ron came by. 
“Professor, have you seen Harry?” 
Professor Lupin shook his head. “Last I saw he was walking with Malfoy, find Draco find Harry,” 
The duo are stunned. 
Harry walking with Draco
They both leave and retrace their steps, Hermione casts a spell and a smoke trail of green appears.
“Come on Ron,”
“What’s he doing with that git Malfoy,”
They follow the trail of green till it turns a corner, Hermione and Ron hold their wands at the ready. Only to find Draco and Harry, Harry pinning Draco towards the wall. His wand at his throat a bit sloppily. Hermione thought as she was about to raise her wand when Harry leans in and kisses him. 
“What were you on about again Malfoy,”
“I-”, Malfoy, the boy with a quick retort for everything, was speechless. 
“Hmm?” Harry asks, feigning innocence. 
“What was that,”
“I- nothing at all,” Draco sucked in a deep breath. "Uh…" 
“So?”
“Fine, I lose I'll stop hexing Ron behind his back,” Ron opened his mouth but Hermione shot him a look and he abruptly shut up.
“Promise,”
“I promise Harry,”  Ron’s mouth is agap. He’s about to say something again when Hermione grabs him by his collar and with a flick of her wrist they are invisible and silent. 
“Good, now about yesterday,”
“I was hexed, Pansy,”
“She hexed you on the day of our date,”
“Full body binding curse, do you know how hard and embarrassing that was to get out of, I have never felt more humiliated and I-” Harry leans in and kisses Draco. 
“Easy, Draco, you might get a wrinkle,” Draci snorts and shoves Harry. 
“I think you have enough wrinkles for the both of us,” Harry just smiles and lets him go. 
“Ready to pretend to the whole of Hogwarts that we hate each other,”
“I’d rather stay here kissing my boyfriend till our next class but alright sure,” They pass by the two crouched behind the wall. 
“You go that way, I got this way yeah,” 
“Sure honey buns,”
“Potter, I���ll hex you,” 
After the two leave, Hermione and Ron both escape to the grand hall. 
“Did we just-”
“Kissing,”
“Boyfriend,”
“Draco”
“Harry,”
“Together,”
“Oi!,”
“They turned to find Fred behind them,”
“What rubbish,”
“Hey Fred what’s up,” George says as he stops on the same step as his brother. 
“These two say Malfoy and Harry were snogging,”
“Snogging?” Angelina says as she passes by. 
“Malfoy and Potter,”
The news of Harry and Draco's relationship quickly spread across the school, and soon everyone was talking about it. From the Gryffindors to the Slytherins.Everyone was shocked to hear about the relationship between the two rivals. However Harry and Draco were oblivious to this. Harry walked in from one side of the Hall and Draco from the other, there was a silent anticipation as the two walked past each other without a word. 
“Why is everyone so off.”
“HA-” Before Ron could say anything, George burst out from the end of the table. 
“You shag ‘im yet?
"What are you on about George?" George just fluttered his eyelashes towards the slytherin table. 
Harry and Draco locked eyes and it seemed the same thing was happening there. Draco rose and held his wand at Crabbe as he leaned in and whispered something. Crabbe immediately straightened up and nodded furiously. 
Draco then rose and walked over to the Gryffindor table. Eyes were on him. He stopped before you actually reached Harry. 
"What you lot gawking at you'd think I'm about to curse someone," he snarled. He slumped in-between Harry and Ron turning to face Harry. 
"The jig is up," He said as he grabbed a plate of crème de la something. "Might as well indulge the public." 
An owl landed on the table and stuck its leg out, a daily Prophet owl. Harry paid it and started to read the paper like a normal day. He would say something about an article and Draco would comment on it. 
The whole Hall was still in shock, once Draco was done eating and Harry was done reading. Harry reached over and wiped a smudge on his cheek and Hermione swore she saw a faint blush on Draco's cheek.
"Thanks love,"
"Meh," 
"Blimey," Ron said, breaking the silence.
 Draco pecked him on the side of his lips and went back to his own table.
"Blimey, he's lost it, the both of 'em"
One day, during a Quidditch match, Harry and Draco exchanged a purposely passionate kiss on the pitch, confirming to the entire school what everyone was already whispering about. The crowd was in shock and the match had to be stopped, Harry caught the snitch anyway so meh.
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