#daleanjustwantstohavefun

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requested by daleanjustwantstohavefun

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Hi! I would like request a fanfic with Finn x reader they/them. Plot: Finn takes the reader to the stables and teaches them how to ride with this promt “If this horse bucks me off I’m going to get you.”

Hi love! I apologize if it’s a bit short but I hope you like it!

A/N: Couldn’t find a gif, but did find a cute pic. Credits go to the owner.

Horsing Around:

Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Just some downright cute shit.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader (they/them)

Word Count: 1,344

Summary: Y/n learns the art of horse-riding while on a day off with Finn, making for an interesting experience. 

Requested by: @daleanjustwantstohavefun

It was an early-fall afternoon, the summer air still lingering amidst the falling leaves. Y/n had just arrived with their boyfriend Finn to the stables. He made sure to help them out of the car, holding their hand as he led them to the old wooden barn. It was a place he mentioned often, his family going to it when they needed a break from the business.

“Have I told you I haven’t ridden a horse before Finn?” Y/n asked, looking up at his sparkling eyes, his hair matching the color of the rust colored leaves falling every so often.

“No. But you’re in luck. I’ll teach you.” He said winking and leading them down the dirt to the stables.

Y/n grinned looking around at all the browning fields and warm toned trees, admiring how beautiful the scenery was. It was the perfect escape for them as they had been stressed due to the previous weeks blinder business.

“I didn’t think we’d be able to come, I thought they were needing us.” Y/n said, letting go of Finns hand so he could undo the locks on the stable doors. After a moment of picking the lock, he pushed the wooden doors open, the dust and dirt floating in clouds amongst the aroma of the horses.

“Nah, they have enough help. They don’t me doing a bunch of the dirty work anyways.” He said.

Finn laughed at Y/n’s facial expression as he spoke, the smell of the barn hiring them in the face.

“You’ll get used to it love. C’mon.” He said walking over to two beautiful horses one gray, and one white.

“Hey there beautiful girls. Yeah it’s me...” He said sweetly, rubbing their faces lightly. They huffed a little and squirmed a bit, clearly excited to see him.

“Awe they like you.” Y/n said reaching their hand out to let the horses sniff their hand and then gently patting them on the nose.

“They like you too babe, look.” He said smiling and pointing at their movements.

Y/n laughed and looked around at the empty stables nearby by as Finn guided them out and inspected their hooves and horseshoes. After checking them, he grabbed the saddles on a hanger nearby and strapped them to each horse.

“Would you like to lead one?” He asked.

Y/n gasped excitedly at the opportunity, always wanting to since they were younger, their family was never fortunate to own horses themselves so this was a treat To say the least. Y/n nodded, making their way over to the white horse, taking the brown leathered lead in their hands and following Finn and the gray horse out onto the field.

“You’re doing great babe. Just a little further until we get to the paths.” Finn said looking over at Y/n. Y/n smiled as the horse trotted carefully down the path, a bit wary of the new person leading them.

As they both reached the path, Finn stopped and demonstrated how to mount the horse making it look easy with his tall frame. Y/n gulped and took a shaky step up, reaching the foothold just enough to reach eagerly for the saddle. They used their arms to pull themselves up and eventually mounted, sitting high atop the white horse overlooking the fields below. Y/n smiled as did Finn, nodding in approval.

“I’m proud of you. Now, we’re going to try riding a bit alright love?” He said as he clicked his tongue and the horse gently started walking down the path.

“O-okay.” Y/n said, clicking like Finn did and patting the horses mane gently.

“Okay girl. Let’s go.” They said quietly, not wanting to startle it.

At that, the horse started walking at a steady pace quickly catching up to Finn. He looked over at them and smiled, as he let Y/n continue on leading the way.

After a couple of hours, the path got a bit rougher and Y/n got a bit nervous as the horse picked up speed. Tightening their grip on the reigns they yelled for Finn causing the horse to panic a bit. The horse jerked and turned around on the path as Y/n tried to get the horse to calm down.

“Finn! Help!” Y/n called after him. He tugged at his reigns, allowing the horse to go faster towards them hoping Y/n wasn’t in too dire of a situation. When he got there, he stopped and laughed at the scene before him.

Y/n was pulling the reigns and trying to sweetly talk to the horse to get her to calm down as it started trotting in various directions, not listening to her.

“Wha-Finn! Why are you laughing at me?!” Y/n yelled, being carried in every direction but the proper one.

“I swear if this horse bucks me off I’m going to get you!” They yelled, only further spooking the horse a bit. Finn quickly got down from the gray horse and walked over calmly and clicked his tongue grabbing the attention of the horse. It breathing roughly and trotting over.

“Woah girl. Calm....calm.....” He said taking the other part of the lead and pulling it’s face close to his. He stroked the horses head a bit and looked up at Y/n who was visibly shaken up a bit.

“You did great babe, you just have to be gentle with them and not yank the reigns too abruptly next time, trust that they know how to go on the paths.” Finn said taking the the lead and turning the horse around.

“Thanks. I just don’t know how the horses like you so much...I’m terrible at this." Y/n said their brows furrowing a bit. Finn reached up and placed his hand in their free one.

“I’ve just had a lot of experience with them thats all love. Don’t worry, we’ll come out here again and I’ll bring you to practice, I promise.” He said.

Y/n smiled at the thought of more weekend dates with him, which was rare given their lines of work, but they nodded and allowed Finn to lead the white and gray horses back to the stables.

As Y/n got off the horse, Finn helped them down, grabbing their hips to steady them. Causing Y/n to feel flustered. They had been only dating for a couple of months so even the smallest of interactions caused butterflies in their stomach.

After guiding the horses in and locking the doors they went and got some apples out of their car and fed them to the horses. Finn watched as Y/n fed the white one, gently petting it’s mane as they slowly bonded a bit with the horse.

“Ya know, maybe if I bring her an apple every time I come here then maybe we’ll be alright...what do ya say girl?” Y/n asked aloud, grinning as the horse chomped down on the last of its apple.

Finn laughed and nodded, leaving the rest of the apples in each of their stables, then taking Y/n’s hand and walking out, shutting the doors behind them.

As they drove back into the city, Y/n held Finns free hand as they looked out at the trees whipping past. The air crisp as the night drew near. Y/n could see the guys packing in to the Garrison after a long day as they parked near the shop.

“You want to go for a drink?” Finn asked.

“Sure! As long as you promise not to tell about my horse riding disaster.” Y/n said looking at him.

“Oh I don’t know about that...” He said before sprinting off towards the doors with a mischievous grin, Y/n was on his heels as they chased him. The smell of smoke and alcohol wafting through the building as they made their entrance. They earned a few startled glances from his brothers as they laughed and made their way to the bar. They were perfect for each other despite Y/n’s lack of horse handling abilities, but it didn’t bother Finn in the slightest, as long as he got to enjoy some time out with the one he loved.

[miikpal]

Heya! I’m on a quest to find my major! So do you mind if I ask you what you are majoring in or majored in ? I’d you don’t go to a university, what do you do ? (P.s You don’t have to answer 😅 but I do love your blog! )

hey! im not sure if my perspective will be of any help since im polish and afaik things can be a little different in other countries but! ive been majoring in computer sciences these past two years for an engineering degree. my uni makes u pick a specialization for year 3 and onward and i decided to go with game programming & development  :] 

good luck figuring out what works for you! and im glad to hear u do!! <3

[august-writes]

Draco Malfoy x Shy! Slytherin! Male Reader

Requested by @daleanjustwantstohavefun

Masterlist

- Okay let me start by saying, you were extremely easy for Draco to tease

- You were always way too shy to stand up for yourself and Draco took advantage of that

- Being a fellow Slytherin, he never really bullied you

- It was always meaningless teasing and sly remarks

- But one day, he actually hurt your feelings and he felt pretty bad about it

- He hadn’t meant to offend you and wanted to apologize

- When he apologized, the two of you wound up having a lovely conversation

- Draco realized that you were actually really cool and he wanted to hang out with you more

- After starting to hang out with you more, Draco realized that he actually liked you more than he was planning on

- He asked you out about a month after and you said yes

- After you began dating, Draco became really protective

- Anytime someone even looked at you the wrong way, Draco was there to defend you

- The teasing from other classmates never bothered you

- But damn it bothered Draco and by the end of the year he had half of the school scared to look at you

[malereader-inserts]

Coming Home for Christmas

Fandom: Sherlock BBC Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Brother!Reader & Mycroft Holmes Summary: Christmas is interesting this year. Word Count:  764 Requets: @daleanjustwantstohavefun  Hello ! I would love to request a Holmes brothers fanfic. The plot would be that Mycroft and Sherlock have another brother who lived in a few countries, and decide to come back to London to visit his family (unwillingly of course, their mom wanted to see all the brothers together) So I wanted this promt to be used 13. “Are you okay?” “I’m not actively dying. Does that count?” “With you? Definitely.” A/n: Sorry for not being long.

Sherlock and Mycroft were dreading Christmas.

Of course, every Christmas, it was a request from their mother for them to come back home to the countryside and spend it with family. For the past few years, you haven’t been present because you refuse to go. Which you can get away with because you don’t live in England. You travel the world because that was your dream, plus you travel a lot due to your highly demanding job of an agent. 

Which only your brothers are aware. 

You’re currently on suspension for a few months, not that you minded - people at work believe you did it on purpose to get yourself out of work. Though, you would never disclose what had happened on the missions. However, that means you have more free time to return back to England. You never intended to return to England, it has been five or six Christmases.

So, here you were in England, with a few inches of snow. You sighed to yourself, watching the icy breath float away from you.

“Why did I agree to this?”

That’s right, you were starting to feel lonely. You had many past lovers in your years of working and travelling - none of them stayed nor were you satisfied. And, though you would never admit it, you missed home. You missed your insufferable brothers, who annoyed you so much, but they care. 

Your brothers weren’t wild that they were forced to see each other. Their mother was hounding them, she was radiating such exciting energy that it was killing them. They just couldn’t pinpoint her, what was going on to make her so excited. 

Till there was a knock on the door. 

“Ah!”

She puts down the plate of biscuit to rush towards the door. The noise of the door opening was heard then a joyful cry of laughter, what stunned the brothers was there was a familiar laughter, nervous but sure. Their mother emerges happily and of course, you followed. Standing awkwardly in the doorway, looking stiff with your winter coat and hat, hands shoved into your pockets.

“Hi.”

“My, oh, my, it’s our boy (Y/n). Come home then?” Your dad chortles out loudly as you give him a tight smile. He stands up to give you a good tight hug, leaving the hug with a pat on the back. 

“Hi Dad,” You softly spoke.

That took back Mycroft and Sherlock, you’re not normally soft-spoken. You’re loud and abrasive like Sherlock, you liked to be heard because you didn’t want to be lost in the shadows of your brothers. You held up a bag up to show it off.

“I brought gifts.” You look sheepish, almost embarrassed before you rummaged the bag to hold a bottle of wine, “I personally don’t drink wine, but I brought this too because I had nothing for the table.”

Your mother pats you gently on your face, “What a considering boy,” You smile softly, “Go put the gifts under the tree, will you darling?”

“Uh, yeah,” You nodded, before ducking into the living room to put the gifts under the tree. 

Your brothers follow you there. You turned around as you shrugged your coat off.

“Hello,” You say, looking at them.

“How can you be so calm?” Mycroft scowls on instinct.

You raised an eyebrow, “Could say the same to you, I’d expected a little bit more excitement to see your little brother.”

The three of you stared each other down as Sherlock was the first to crack a smile before laughing. His longs legs coming towards you and engulfing you into his arms. You chuckled, soft but comforting - warm and inviting as you felt another arms wrap around you.

“Couldn’t you have waited?” Sherlock had a snarky tone to bite his brother, in which Mycroft glared at him.

“I’m not please to hug you either, Sherlock, I just know you would rather keep (Y/n) to yourself, I’ve missed my brother as well.”

“Alright, there’s plenty of me to go around.”

All parting the hug, you smile at your brothers, perhaps being at home wasn’t too bad. It could have been worst and so far nothing too bad has ruined the mood or experience 

“How have you been?” Mycroft as you, “Are you well, are you okay?“

You chuckled, nodded, “Well, I’m not actively dying. Does that count?”

“With you?” Sherlock snatched your hat off, “Definitely.”

Your shoulders relax, there was nothing to be nervous to see your family again. Home felt whole again as you decided that maybe you should visit England more often.

[imaginemalereader]

Requested by @daleanjustwantstohavefun​

*Fair warning, I’m gonna alternate between Kylo and Ben in this

You had trained with Kylo under Luke and became good friends over time. He was initially guarded but you were persistent and kind to him so he eventually began opening up to you.

You trained together and grew closer. You got him to smile and then laugh with bad jokes and snappy one liners. It got to the point that he tried some jokes as well. When you weren’t training, the two of you were often found eating together or walking around the training grounds. You talked about anything and everything on those walks.

Some people speculated that the two of you were dating, but it was never like that. You were close friends and neither of you wanted anything more. What you both needed was a friend. Someone you could be open with.

But now he was closing off again. He was shutting you out and you could see the anger and conflict in his face. It hurt. It hurt to see him like that and it hurt that you were being pushed out of his life.

You didn’t want to lose your friend.

One night, after he had brushed off every attempt you made to talk to him, you decided to go talk to him. You headed to his room and knocked on the door softly.

“Ben? It’s me. I know you’re there.”

There was no response so you simply opened the door yourself. Ben was standing at the window, staring outside.

“Ben.” You said and he turned his head slightly at your voice. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” He asked.

“Ignoring me. Pushing me and everyone else out of your life.” You replied.

“I need to be alone. There are things that I have to do.” 

“What? What are you doing that means no one can be your friend anymore?”

Your voice broke at the end of the sentence and he finally turned around fully to face you. You could see faint lines on his cheeks from tears. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him cry before. The two of you studied each other for a moment before he replied.

“I’m afraid.” He admitted. “I’m afraid of what the future holds for me.”

“Then let me be there with you. I’m more scared of a future without you than anything else.” You stepped closer to him as you spoke.

“I don’t want you to get hurt for being my friend.”

“I’m not scared. Whatever’s happening, I want to help you.”

Kylo’s eyes became glassy again, with more tears threatening to fall. You reached forward and pulled him into a tight hug. He was surprised at first but relaxed into your arms and put his arms around you, tightening around your torso. 

“You don’t have to this on your own. Please don’t push me away.” You whispered.

“I won’t. I promise.”

[fangirlings-things]

A bit of patience

Fandom: Hannibal

Pairing: Will Graham x adoptedson!reader x Hannibal Lecter

Word count: 1K

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Will and Hannibal decide to take you fishing, which doesn't please you so much at first

@daleanjustwantstohavefun said: Hello ! Could I please request a Hannibal fanfic where Will and Hannibal are like father figures for Male Reader. (Kind of like Abigail, but without the death part) Maybe they went fishing together, something like that.

A/N: hi love! I loved this idea and tried my best here (only mentions of death because well, this is hannibal!) i hope that doesn't bother you and you like this piece, thank you for requesting 💕

gif is not mine

“I can’t believe you guys convinced me to do this” you said loudly to demonstrate your annoyance, putting all the stuff they had made you carry in the grass and then you sat down, sighting heavily.

“Come on, this is not so bad” Hannibal told you, eyebrows raised as he searched your face for a better humor. He also put the things he was carrying in the grass, much more graciously than you had, of course. Everything that man did was gracious, you had quickly realized that, even before you started to live with them.

“Fishing is great. It only demands a bit of patience” Will said, giving you an incisive look. It had been his idea to go fishing, in a river not so far from his house. You had thought your week with Will would start out calm inside the house, maybe reading a book or watching some TV. His idea of fishing came as a surprise and couldn’t actually talk him out of it, since he had already invited Hannibal too.

“A bit?” you raised your eyebrows at him and the expression on your face must have been quite a sight because Will laughed, throwing his head back a bit, which made Hannibal smile. You couldn’t help but smile either.

Will and Hannibal did all the work, putting things in place and setting up the gear so the 'fun' could start, as Will himself had quoted. You just watched then, slightly squeezing your eyes because for some reason that day was being distinctively sunny.

“(Y/N), come help me with the lures” Hannibal called and you sighted one more before getting up and going to sit next to him. He handed you some fish bait to put at the hook and as you did, he spoke as if he was thinking out loud. “The mind of the fish can be very interesting, if we think about the fact that the same fish can be caught by the same fisherman on the same day. He sees the bait, gets caught and if returned to safety, tend to make the same mistake again”

“Some people are just like fish” Will said from his spot in the grass, looking over to the both of you with his eyes also slightly squeezed because of the sun. “They make the same mistakes over and over again”

“And sometimes, they get eaten by the world” Hannibal concluded the line of thinking, eyes on Will. Their gazes were fixed on each other as they spoke, as if that was some case they were working in together.

“Did you guys just psychoanalyzed the fish?” you shook your head in denial, looking from one of them to the other. They both looked at you in confusion, as if nothing unnatural had happened and the conversation had been completely normal. You laughed, which confused them even more. To your family, made by those two incredible man, that was in fact, a normal talk.

“Okay, let’s put it in the water” Will said, having gotten up and put his fishing rod, that had a spinning reel behind him, motioning his arms backwards. Taking a deep breath, he moved his eyes forward with enough force to send the line to the middle of the river, where it now rested. Will sighted happily as he sat back on the grass, steading the fishing rod with both of his hands. His eyes, didn’t leave the other end of it.

You and Hannibal did the same, putting your fishing rod's into the water one after the other. You three sat side by side, talking here and there or just making silence as you watched your respective rods. And even though you hadn’t at first liked the idea of going there, the fact that you were with them and they were enjoying themselves meant a lot. You owed those two a lot. Everything, in fact. They didn’t have any reason to take responsibility for you when your mother, your only family, was murdered and still, they did so. Will formally adopted you and you got to spend your weeks with them. One of Will, one of Hannibal. And honestly, you had nothing to complain about. They could be a little weird and off sometimes, but it was their personalities, and you loved them just like that.

“(Y/N)! Look!” Will’s tone was amazed, as if the most incredible thing had just happened. He pointed to the river with his left hand and you saw that the end of your fishing had disappeared. Meaning, it was under water. You had caught one.

“Go on, (Y/N). You got this” Hannibal said, encouragingly.

Instantly your body began to move, even though you had only fished once in your life, years before with some friends during a hot weekend. You got up to your feet and began to pull at the rod, spinning the reel back to the fish would be brought to you. You chuckled when it worked, the line getting closer and closer to the grass. But then, a sharp sound filled the air and all the pressure the fish was putting against you was gone. The line had broken.

You felt disappointment fill your whole being as you sighted heavily. You had been so close.

“Sorry, kid” Will said, looking really sad for your loss. He had seemed so happy before, to see you doing fine in one of his favorite activities, that being fishing. You had already made him proud by loving dogs.

Hannibal analyzed the upset expression on your face with caution. “You want to leave?”

“No” you said, looking to the both of them. You saw the affection they had for you on their faces. The caring that you feared you would never receive again. You loved those men, you really did. Your whole life you hadn’t had a father and all of sudden, you had gotten two of them. “I want to stay. I’m not leaving today without getting at least three fish”

“Shall we make this a competition?” Hannibal suggested, smiling as he looked from you to Will then back at you. He knew you were competitive. More and more games of chess had told him that.

“Fine by me” you locked your gaze with Will’s and smiled.

He chuckled, shrugging a bit. “You’re going to loose”

“We’ll see about that” Hannibal replied, winking at you.

You smiled and went to work to get your fishing rod fixed, not wanting to waste any time with your lure out of the water.

[easily-infatuated23]

I Hate That I Like You (Draco x Male!Reader)

Request: “Hello! I’m glad that you can do my request. I would love if you could write Draco x Male Slytherin. The reader is a tall brunette who’s kind of like rivals with Draco (but has the hugest crush on Draco) using prompt 13″- @daleanjustwantstohavefun​

a/n: this is my first reader as male and i really hope you like it! and if there are things i could have done better please let me know. i had fun so if someone wants to request an x male i will do it! also- as someone who is not fully gay i didn’t feel right trying to write what someone goes through when discovering or accepting that they are gay so i decided to just make the reader queer because i have a real understanding of that. 

pairing: Draco Malfoy x Male!Reader (Slytherin)

word count: 1k

warnings: none

summary: Reader and Draco have always been rivals, but things change once feelings (and a push from Pansy) get involved

October Prompt #13: “I never thought I’d say this but, under the circumstances, I’d have to agree with you”

It was common knowledge that the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter more than anyone at Hogwarts, but there was someone else who Draco had a rivalry with that nearly beat Potter. Y/F/N Y/L/N was the other top dog of Slytherin house. He and Draco were neck and neck when getting top grades and being the best at well…anything. The two boys were constantly trying to one up each other. When Draco got on the Quidditch team second year, Y/N was captain by fourth year. If Y/N got top marks in Potions, Draco made sure to get top marks in Charms and Transfiguration. This pattern was a constant in the two boys lives. It also didn’t help that their families had been adversaries. Even though each family were long time Slytherins, something had happened generations ago that at this point no one could remember. But, the tension had stuck.

While their relationship had started out as a true rivalry, recently Y/N was starting to feel differently about him. The intensity with which Draco tried to one up him was now becoming more attractive than frustrating. Y/N had known for a while that he wasn’t fully straight. He liked girls, he liked boys, he liked anyone who made him feel alive, regardless of gender. When he realized he was crushing on Draco, he was shocked that someone he had borderline hated for so long was giving him butterflies. But he supposed feelings strong enough to make him feel alive could be positive or negative initially. Now planning ways to one up the platinum blonde was much more fun. Seeing Draco get all hot and bothered when Y/N did something better than him was exhilarating. When Draco would try to provoke Y/N, he would just be as calm and smug as possible. It made Draco furious. His face would turn bright red as he huffed away. Although Y/N tried to keep his feelings to himself, best friends can see through any mask.

Y/N was sitting in the common room with his best friends Blaise and Pansy one night when Blaise finally asked him about the slight changes in his behavior. “Y/N, are you ok? You’ve been acting kinda different recently”. Y/N tried to act nonchalantly. “Yeah I’m perfectly fine. Why?” “It’s just, every time Malfoy is around you get a bit…weird.” Pansy nodded in agreement and looked at Y/N. “Yeah the tension between you guys has totally shifted. Like it’s almost sexual tension” she said. Although he had never officially come out to his friends, he didn’t try to hide the way he felt about boys. It was never really a big deal whether or not someone was queer at Hogwarts. Y/N sighed and leaned closer to the two. “I never thought I’d say this but, under the circumstances, I’d have to agree with you”. “Oh my gosh! You have a crush on Draco don’t you!” Pansy said excitedly . Y/N shushed her and checked the room to see if Draco was lurking. Luckily, he wasn’t. Y/N ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair and then spoke again. “Recently I’ve started to develop feelings for him which feels so weird but also kinda makes sense”. “I can see you guys together once, you know, you ease up on this rivalry thing” Blaise added. Y/N laughed and shook his head. “No way, it is so much fun to mess with him like that!” The three laughed. “You know now that I think about it, if anyone else acted the way you do towards Draco, he would hex them into the next century. He lets you do it! Maybe he likes you too” she pointed out. “She does have a point” Blaise replied. Y/N thought for a minute. Could Draco really have feelings for him to? It was a possibility. “Maybe I’ll ask him. I don’t know, I have trouble reading Draco sometimes.” Y/N said.

“Talking about me again are we Y/L/N?” Draco said, as he strode into the common room. “Only always your highness” Y/N said teasingly as he stood up from his chair and dipped into a low bow. “Oh shut up” Draco said, pushing him over. “It’s actually good you’re here Malfoy, Y/N has a question for you” Pansy said. She looked over at him and smiled giving a small thumbs up. Y/N rolled his eyes slightly and reclined back into his chair. He decided that if Pansy was going to force him to do this now, he was going to act as cooly and smugly as possible, just incase it all back fired. “Have you ever considered that the reason you are such a prat to me sometimes is because deep down you have feelings for me?”. Draco froze. “W-What are you talking about?” “It’s okay Draco I understand. I’m hot what can I say. Don’t worry you are attractive too.” Pansy and Blaise were on the edge of their seats. They may or may not have made a bet last year that the two boys would end up together and Pansy wanted her five galleons. “I- I uhh I…” Draco stammered. “Look at that, finally speechless! I guess this means I win.” Y/N said, standing up from his chair so he was now eye to eye with Draco. He put his hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Take all the time you need to think about that, I’ll be here” Y/N said. He turned and began to walk away but Draco said something that made him stop. “So what if I do have feelings for you. What are you going to do about it?” Pansy and Blaise gasped and held hands. This was better than studying any day. Y/N chuckled slightly and turned back around. “Say something like that again and I may have to come over there and shut you up” he replied. Draco raised his eyebrow. Then Draco said the only two words that unmistakably mean kiss me. “Make me.” Y/N smiled and walked back across the room to where Draco was standing. In one swift motion, he cupped Draco’s face and kissed him. “Yes!” Pansy said, turning to Blaise. “Pay up I win”. Blaise rolled his eyes and fished the money out of his pocket, placing it in her hand. Y/N and Draco looked at the two and laughed before kissing again.

[malfoys-demigod]

Picquery

Draco Malfoy x Male!Reader

Summary: Y/N Picquery is an American pureblood wizard from Ilvermorny and son of the famous beater, Lucas Picquery. His parents got a job in the British Ministry and decided to pull Y/N out of Ilvermorny in the middle of the school year and transfer him during the winter break of Hogwarts. New to the school, Y/N settles on making friends with whom he thought was a regular student in school, Draco Malfoy, who decided to give Y/N a hard time whenever they interacted, not seeing that Y/N wanted to be someone Draco had never truly had: a real friend. But... maybe they could be more?

Requested by: @daleanjustwantstohavefun who said “It’s me again, thanks for answering. I wanted to request a Draco x Male Slytherin. The reader has a shy personality and is just trying to befriend Draco. Draco at first is being a prick, but slowly starts to develop a crush on the reader.”

A/N: Dear, Dalean. I kinda went off with most of the storyline. I’m sorry, I haven’t had the time to write because school has been making my life so busy and stressful. I’m sorry you had to wait but I hope this fic isn’t too bad for you.  

Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @bbeauttyybbx

Word Count: 8.6K

Among the countless reasons why you were most likely going to be the talk of the entire school for the remaining months, there were four main reasons that could possibly explain it all. One, you were the son of Lucas Picquery, known to be one of the best beaters in the American National Quidditch team, having countless headlines flashed in newspapers saying, ‘Picquery beats the visitors again, in another intense American based tournament!’ 

Aside from giving honor to the Picquery name through the fame of a beater, you were related to Seraphina Picquery, who was one of the most popular presidents of MACUSA, also known as the Magical Congress of the United States of America, which was a big deal everywhere as she was president during the time where Newton Scamander, also known as Newt, began his journey in America, bringing both parties of the MACUSA and the British Ministry involved in a wild journey. 

You, yourself, had a wild journey as well as you emigrated to England at an unprecedented time, resulting in moving into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the middle of the school year. It was a very exciting yet scary time for you as the environment in Hogwarts was much different than Ilvermorny, which was your school in America. 

The only thing that made things vastly different in Hogwarts was how you, someone so blind to the norms and social standings of people in Hogwarts, ended up trying to befriend one of the most powerful and intimidating people as a way to make friends in your new school. After undergoing rough moments with that person, he unexpectedly fell for you, which was something neither you, him, or the entire school saw coming. This person was Draco Malfoy, and he was the fourth and last reason why you were going to be the talk of the town. 

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Moving into a whole new school, let alone, a whole new country was something you just had not expected. You were having a normal life in Ilvermorny, which was in Massachusetts, USA, and it was so far the best time of your life. 

The people there were so comfortable with each other, the academics was a strong suit of yours, and being just like your father, you were a beater in your house’s quidditch team. People adored you as you were treated more like a celebrity of your own for being such a talented beater, rather than being a celebrity because you were the son of Lucas Picquery, legendary beater. This was the respect that you have always wanted from people.

During the Christmas break, you had the great advantage to head home, seeing your father and mother as they apparently had wonderful news to tell you. There was nothing better than coming home to see your wonderful parents, but adding wonderful news? Now, that is what people call a wonderful holiday. 

During the first dinner back at home with your parents, it was a quiet one. Usually there would be grand dinners and parties held at your home, celebrating your return from school or bringing in old friends to spend the holidays with, but this first night was just a night with you and your parents. It was a little odd for them not to have a massive party to share their news, but nevertheless, you did not question them, rather just waited patiently for them to share whatever they had in mind with you. 

“Son,” your father finally spoke as he was eating his dinner, “Would you finally like to know what the news is?”

“Sure thing, Dad.” 

“Well, your mother here has been selected to join the British Ministry of Magic’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a person to give such American perspective on the job.” he said, pointing at your mother who seemed most happy about the announcement, “And as for me, I’m going to give up my Quidditch coaching spot for awhile and take on a role in their Department of Magical Games and Sports which I could possibly get us hell of a good seat in every sports tournament they have.” 

You looked at your father with narrowed eyes, thinking you just understood that they have decided to take jobs in a country which was a thousand miles from where you were sitting. “I’m sorry, are you trying to say that you’re moving to England?”

“You mean ‘we’, which includes you, Y/N.” He nonchalantly said, taking another bite from his meal. 

You were still looking at your father with a serious look, opening your mouth, waiting for a more brief explanation from him, but he was busy enjoying the food your mother had prepared. “Um, that’s it? That’s all you’re going to say to me, pops? I have a life here already, dad, a sweet one. I’m a beater in my quidditch team, I have many friends who will miss me, and I love Ilvermorny! I can’t just drop in the middle of the school year and abruptly leave everything that has shaped me to become who I am today? Can’t you just leave me here alone for the remaining months of the school year? Besides ,it’s not like I’m going to be living alone if you leave me, I live in school! Plus, who knows, I could possibly catch up with you two in England for the next year in school!”

“Look kiddo,” he said, trying to make things easier, “We thought of every possibility concerning you and we feel like it would be best to bring you with us. Imagine if something horrible happened to either of us while we’re away? Please, son, you will love Hogwarts, it’s a respectable school, and they have a great quidditch team there as well.”

“Sweetie, do this for us, okay, hon?” you mother placed a hand on yours, holding it tightly as she looked at you with a supporting smile on her face, “We’re on the same boat as you, remember? You’re not alone.”

Few days after that night, you decided to accept fate and say goodbye to what a wonderful life America has given you as you and your parents travelled to England, settling in early while it was still a holiday for both Ilvermorny and Hogwarts. You were given choices, concerning where you would reside at the moment. It was either you moved straight to Hogwarts during the holiday, getting settled early and all, or moving when the holiday ended when the new term in Hogwarts eventually would fall on. 

This was something you had to deeply think about in order to not embarrass yourself as you moved in during the middle of the school year. If you moved during the holiday, that meant there were less people in school who would notice that there was a new face, entering the school, looking like a lost foolish soul at the time. This also meant that you had more time to settle in and be as far away from your parents, the ones that just had to pull you from an amazing life you had, not that they had a choice. 

The other choice was to move during the new term, which meant spending the last of the holiday with your parents. It would be nice to compose your nerves in a place where you had familiar faces with. Being with people you know and love with your heart before moving to a place where you didn’t know anyone was something to consider. 

In the end, you chose the first option, which was the move during the holidays. Upon your request, you parents had asked Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, to consider giving a warm welcome to you by NOT announcing the arrival of a new student in the middle of the school year. Since Dumbledore was someone who loved welcoming students his way, he decided to agree with your request, but adding a simple edit by having the professors lightly introduce you to your classmates in the most nonchalant way they could think of. 

As you were sitting alone by one of the carts of Hogwarts Express, you started seeing the famous castle coming by. The nerves that had come out of nowhere had started entering your veins, bringing fear and nervousness as you were trying to think of the many ways of how to seem nonchalant about entering the school. 

Obviously you didn’t want to be that one person moving in with countless baggage as if you were a new student, which you were, but you couldn’t do anything! When the express train had finally come to a stop, you were greeted by a boy, about your age wearing a black and green robe, but the platinum blonde color of his hair was the first thing that you had noticed about him. Apart from this, he was standing next to this huge giant with a thick and long beard that could be used to catch food crumbs if he had any. 

Stepping out of the train, you slowly took a few steps towards the two people who were awaiting for you. 

“Uh, hello there, my name is Y/N Picquely. I’m the new student from Ilvermorny.” you greeted, trying to sound as calm as ever, but the nerves in your voice made that slightly hard for you. 

The platinum blonde boy looked at you, up and down, judging you based on your appearance with an emotionless look on his face. He brought out his hand, “Of course you are.” he sarcastically said, “The names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and apparently I’ve been assigned to help you around ‘discretely’ since you have been placed Slytherin, which is now your new house, the best house, so I expect that you show great pride in it.”

You extended your hand, shaking him with a confused look as the giant nudged Draco in the shoulder, “Ye shouldn’t be too harsh to the newcomer, Malfoy,” he pleaded. Then he sympathetically turned to you, looking at you with a tired smile, “I’m Hagrid. I’m the grounds keeper of Hogwarts.” He waved. 

You gave Hagrid a more calmer look, sensing that he was more comfortable to be around with compared to Draco Malfoy, who was a student in your year. As you were walking side by side with Draco, Hagrid followed from behind, bringing your luggage with him. 

“So,” Hargrid  spoke again, “You must hear this often but uh, I’m a fan of your father.” he shyly said. 

“Wow, thanks,” you replied, “I didn’t know he was popular here in England.” you were surprised. 

“Course he is,” Draco heartlessly added, “But don’t think he’s the only beater we praise here. We too, have many excellent beaters that are born and represent England. We have Gwenog Jones of the Holyhead Harpies, Dawn Withey and Indira Choudry from the English National Team, Joey Jenkins from Chudley Cannons, heck even the Broadmoors from the Falmouth Falcons!”

“That’s awesome,” you kindly told Draco, “I bet you have amazing beaters here in school too. I used to play back in Ilvermorny.” 

“Well, don’t expect to be treated like a star here as well, Picquery. The slots for our team are full and besides, I doubt you can avail a slot now, we already filled every vacant slot during the first month of the school year, when you weren’t here yet.” 

“Malfoy…” Hagrid whispered from the back, warning Draco of his behavior. 

Sadly, Hagrid wasn’t the best in keeping things silent, which meant that you too, could hear the tone Hagrid had given towards Draco. Still, this didn’t bother you from trying to be friends with Draco. To you, he seemed like someone you could still try to be friends with. He seemed like the person that just had to thaw out first. 

After being uselessly warned, Draco rolled his eyes at himself as he brought his hand up, presenting you Hogwarts as the three of you had arrived at the castle door. “Welcome to your new home, I suppose.”

Draco seemed as if he was about to rush away from you and Hagrid but luckily, you walked towards him as he was about to open the castle doors, “Is this it for you?”

“I’m sorry,” he sarcastically said, “Did you expect me to give you a full tour? I thought you wanted things to be discrete? Besides, I have to attend to better things.”

Stunned, this left Draco scoffing and saying, “That’s what I thought.” then turned around, opening the doors widely and turning right, to make his way wherever, somewhere far away from you. 

Hagrid seemed sorry for you and placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn around to see that the giant gave another sympathetic look. “I’d like to apologize on his behalf. He’s always been like that since his first year. He’s just cold that way.”

“That’s alright, Hagrid. It’ll take time for me to get to know him better.”

“You? You want to be friends with Malfoy?”

“I don’t see why not?”

“Look, kiddo. I rather have you not be friends with him. Heck, I rather have Professor Dumbledore change your house. Don’t get me wrong, Slytherin is a fine house, but Malfoy OWNS Slytherin. It’s best if you don’t engage with him, or else he could turn the whole house on ya! I suggest you find some other friends in yer house.”

“He doesn’t scare me, Hagrid. I’d like to think of him as a stone cold ice cube that can be thawed out, showing his true colors once he’s all melted and cooled out.” 

“Aye, if that’s what you truly want to believe,” Hagrid shook his head, “I wish ya the best. Now come, let’s get this baggage of yours to your common room.” 

With Hagrid guiding you around the castle, you were looking left, right, up, and down as you were observing and analyzing everything around you. The interior and exterior of Hogwarts was quite different but at the same time somehow similar to Ilvermorny. 

Ilvermorny was like the tinier version of Hogwarts and growing up in a much smaller school made Hogwarts feel like a big deal to you. The design and structure of everything in this school was much older and felt like it’s been through a lot over the years. 

People here were much different compared to your old school. Sure, Ilvermorny was proper too, but it was more lively and laid back in your old school and seeing that these people act more well-maintained and formal made you a little uneasy. Would you have to act the same as them? 

It was really hard to think about it, especially when Hagrid finally made a stop in front of a door. You looked at him, expecting him to open the door and keep moving but he seemed like this was his final point. “I suppose you can’t enter here?” you asked, having a hunch. 

“Only if necessary but in this case, I’m done for now,” he replied, handing you your luggage carefully, “This is your common room. Inside, you’ll find your dorm. It’s most likely you won’t be alone in there, there’s still some students staying over. Make sure to make friends with ‘em, okay?”

“I sure will try,” you smiled, “See you around, Hagrid.” 

Hagrid gave you a warm smile and turned around, leaving you alone in the entrance of the common room. Not one second after that did you realize that you forgot that every common room, whether you’re in Ilvermorny or Hogwarts, had a secret verbal password for each house to use when entering the room. 

Hoping that Hagrid was still walking around near you, you turned around, seeing that he surprisingly wasn’t around the halls anymore, as if he took a quick turn to who knows where. You sighed, feeling like the most idiotic person alive in the castle right now. 

There was nobody around the halls at the moment and the urge of unpacking and hiding in your dorm for the rest of your winter break was much needed so what you did was bring your luggage with you and walk around the castle, hoping to find a room filled with people to help you. 

There were open doors nearby and seeing that there was light and a low volume of voices inside, you rushed forward, praying that you weren’t going insane. As you made it to the entrance of the open doors, a sigh of relief came from your mouth as you faced a good number of students to help you out. 

Most of them were either having a meal, playing chess, or simply conversing with each other. You could have gone to any of these people but unfortunately from their body languages, it seemed as if they either wanted to use their time doing anything but help a helpless soul, or from the few looks people would give you, it seemed that they instantly identified you as the Picquery son of Lucas Picquery. 

Internally groaning at yourself, you shyly and slowly made your way to your house table, walking forward to someone you could hardly miss as his platinum blonde hair stood out among the many around the room. 

Draco Malfoy was having a comfortable time, he seemed to be talking lightly with his fellow friends who seemed to be quite close with each other as there was a girl, clinging onto another girl as if they were best friends, two boys sitting closely together silently and uncomfortably, and a boy, talking to Draco as if he was so tired of him today. 

Before even tapping on Draco’s shoulder, all their eyes except Draco’s were on you. It caused Draco to stop talking seeing that his friends brought their attention to someone behind him. Eager to find out who stole his spotlight, he turned around with an irritated look, his eyes now on you. 

You stood there, soon to be frozen as Draco and his group gave an unfriendly energy on you as there was nothing but cold looks looking at you. “Forgot to give me a tip on my excellent tour guiding, Picquery? I’ll have you know that I too come from a wealthy family, haven’t you heard?” 

His friends started laughing but although some sounded like they were forcing themselves to laugh, you still shyly shook your head, “Uh, no, well yes I mean, I have heard of some good family names here, I didn’t mean to tip you if that’s what you thought.”

“Well then, off you go,” Draco snickered. 

“I would love to, but uh, Hagrid seemed to have forgotten to give me the password for the common room and I was hoping you could come with me and show me to my dorm.” 

“Don’t need to, the password is Viridi,” he whispered, “Your dorm should be the second room to the left, now off you go,” he waved, motioning for you to leave as his friends started snickering with him. 

You gave a faint smile at him and turned around, muttering to yourself how much of an embarrassment you are to the Picquery name. As you were making your way back to the common room, your spirits were still high up in the air as you were still eager to befriend Draco Malfoy. 

He was just a very thick ice that you had to use all your efforts in melting. 

When you arrived at the common room door, you said, ‘Viridi,’ which you knew meant Green in Latin, then arrived to see a very Slytherin-like common room. The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs. 

The common room is a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extends partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The common room has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. One of the wooden tables has a Wizard's Chess set on it. It is decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one.

As you were walking across the common room, a girl who was eyeing you from the minute you entered the common room and looked at its interior, stood up from her seat on the couch and rushed, making her way to you as she offered you a wave and smile. “Hello, are you the son of Lucas Picquery?”

“Unfortunately, I am.”

“I honestly don’t know what’s so unfortunate about that but we can get to that later. I’m Astoria Greengrass, a year below you.”

“How do you know that I’m a year above you?”

“Well, I did my research the minute I heard from my father that he was having a new co-worker in the Ministry and I overheard Draco talking about you with my sister and his other friends in the Great Hall before I came up here.”

“He’s hardly a nice fellow to most, isn’t he?”

“Yes, that’s Draco.

“It’s a shame though concerning Draco, I’m quite eager to befriend him.”

“I see,” she said, sounding surprised, “Well, I wish you all the best with that. Come let me show you to your dorm-”

“This is the second time I heard someone wish me the best when it came to befriending Draco,” you stopped her, “Why?” 

Astoria looked around, hoping that you had not caught the attention of the few Slytherins around the room and placed a hand on your arm, “Let’s go to your dorm first, shall we?” Then she started leading you to your dorm. 

As you arrived, you placed your luggage on the empty and clean bed that was located in the middle as Astoria took a seat on a desk, sitting down properly as she tried giving you a smile. “So,” she said. 

“So,” you repeated after her. 

“You’ve got a lot of bravery like a Gryffindor for wanting to be friends with Draco Malfoy.” 

“Is it because he ‘OWNS’ Slytherin?” you said, remembering what Hagrid told you. 

“Possibly, but he’s just all around your typical bad boy. I don’t really see you hanging out with him, to be honest. You seem like such a sweet soul, Y/N. Nice guys don’t hang around guys like Draco Malfoy, I’m being honest with you.”

“I still would like to try though.”

“Why? Why him?”

There was a pause before responding to that question. You could have easily answered this, but you stood up, leaning on the wall near your bed as you sighed, “Because I don’t think he’s a bad guy on the inside. I think there’s good in him, and I wanna be that person to bring it out of him.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, plus he seems pretty.” you joked, earning a surprised laugh from Astoria as she stood up, walking towards you to place a hand on your shoulder. 

“You know, your door is open, you’re lucky most of the people here are at the Hall right now.” she laughed, “You know, Y/N, I think I’d love to help you out with this. You seem like a great person and I would like to be on your side.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, “There’s a party at Ravenclaw's later, eight in the evening. Usually Draco’s gang mocks the Ravenclaw’s and their parties, but we’ve been hearing that it’s going to be an actual blast. Why don’t you try inviting him to the party? I can help you mingle with him from there on, yeah?

“Sure,” you said. 

Astoria patted you on the back, “It’s getting late, you should probably start unpacking and head out for dinner later, okay?”

Nodding in response, she waved goodbye and went back to her dorm, leaving you all by yourself. As you were unpacking, the excitement of Astoria still lingered on your mind, creating a much more enthusiastic energy in yourself as there was more confidence in you. 

You didn’t expect having a friend help you out on this but you were extremely grateful that you had extra help to support you in becoming friends with Draco Malfoy. This was going to be much easier since you had someone on your side. 

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Later on that night when you were finally done packing, you put on a jumper since it was getting chillier at the time. Seeing that you were ready to go, you left your dorm, making your way out of the common room to the Great Hall. 

On your way to the Great Hall, there were some people who were looking at you, whispering to each other as their eyes were on you. You already knew that they were talking about you and how you were the son of the famous Picquery that had come to England all the way from America. 

Some couldn’t contain their excitement as three people in red robes, which you assumed were the Gryffindor robes, turned around and walked towards you. Two of them seemed so uncomfortable, not because of you, but their friend in the middle who seemed so excited. 

“Blimey, you’re Y/N Picquery! Son of Lucas Picuqery! Could I have your autograph and possibly a hello from your father?” the ginger-haired boy said so quickly that the girl with curly hair smacked him in the head with a newspaper that she was holding and said, “Could you be anymore irritating?” Then she looked at you with a sad smile, “We are very sorry about him, he’s just a big fan of quidditch and all.”

“That’s alright, I’ve dealt with worse before and this is nothing compared to it.” you laughed, causing the three to laugh with you. 

“So, may I have your autograph?” the ginger cheekily smiled as he was ignoring the cold stare the girl was giving him. 

“I honestly don’t know why you’d like mine when I could give you my dad’s, who’s the real star,” you smiled at the boy who seemed like he was about to explode of happiness. 

“Bloody hell, you would do that for me?!” 

“Of course, but don’t expect it to come in a jiffy, he’s all the way in the Ministry with my mom.”

“Of course, of course, of course, I’ll wait patiently!” he jumped, “Thank you so so so much!”  

“Well, excellent!” the other boy said, trying to end the conversation for his friend. He gave the girl a look, motioning for her to drag their friend away, which she nodded to. 

Before anything else happened the girl turned him around and offered you a small nod, “Thank you for tolerating him, see you around Y/N.” 

With that, you continued your walk to the Great Hall, ignoring the other whispers and stares that people around the corridors were giving you. 

As you arrived at the Great Hall, you immediately saw a hand waving at you from the Slytherin table. It was Astoria Greengrass, the first friend you had made today. She was sitting with a girl who looked like her, it must have been her sister. Sitting with them was Draco and the rest of his gang. 

You looked at Astoria with wide eyes, but she still waved at you, giving you an expression that you would be fine. Gulping, you casually yet terrifyingly walked towards the group as they started giving you a much warmer look that the one they gave earlier. 

“Ah,” Draco spoke, “I hear we have a guest sitting with us here today.” Then he turned around and looked at you. “Without your little friend Astoria here, you probably wouldn't even be sitting with us, am I correct?”

“Don’t be silly, Draco,” Astoria warned him, “Why don’t we welcome him, afterall, he’s a Slytherin just like us! Not to mention a pureblood, eh?” She tried sounding persuasive but she ended up sounding a little childish. 

Nevertheless, Draco coldy motioned you to sit with them, securing a spot beside Astoria, who was beside Draco. You kindly sat beside your friend as Draco looked at you with such snobbiness. “I suppose you’d like a hamburger, or a hotdog, or whatever you Americans eat.” he joked, gaining laughs from his friends except Astoria who had gotten an elf to snap his fingers, giving you a turkey leg and mashed potatoes. 

“A turkey would be fine, it’ll be a blast eating your kind of food. And speaking of blast, are you going to the Ravenclaw’s later? I’d really love it if you came.” 

His friends looked at you, then at Draco, trying to contain their laughter as they had just witnessed the newcomer invite Draco to a party as if it was Draco’s first party to ever attend. Draco peeked, looking at you with a scoff and said, “Are you a Ravenclaw because you just sounded like you own the party and happened to have just invited me. Pff.”

“No,” you shook your head nervously, “I just thought the party would be a great place for me to get to know you, and everyone else.”

Draco scoffed again, surprised by the audacity you had, “I’ll be there,” and there was happiness in your face only until he said, “Not because of you, but because I already planned on going.” then he pointed at you while you were not looking anymore and mounted, “Is he serious?” to his friends in front of him. 

Astoria sympathetically whispered to you, “At least he’s going!” which made you smile back at her. 

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It was ten minutes to eight in the evening but Astoria had already pounded on your dorm door, asking for you as your two other roommates looked at you, expecting you to open the door. Slightly embarrassed, you rushed to the door to see that Astoria was already prepared while you just buttoned on your dress shirt. 

“Come on already, you snail!”

“Is it a British thing to be early or something, because the party doesn’t start for another ten minutes!”

“Not really, you fool, but it would be better to get yourself acquainted with some Ravenclaws first. They are the hosts after all.”

“Mm okay,” you said, putting on your jacket. 

Astoria dragged you out of the common room forcefully, bringing you over to a new side of the castle which you have not made yourself familiar with. You and Astoria were at the west side of the castle as she had brought you up to a spiral tower, which she said led to the Ravenclaw common room. 

The common room of the Slytherin and the Ravenclaws were much more different. Already speaking about the location, the Slytherins were based in the dungeons, which were underground, compared to the Ravenclaws who were high above the rest of the other rooms in the castle. 

Arriving at the common room, there were already people filling up the room. This wasn’t just the Ravenclaws filling up the room, according to Astoria there were already people she knew from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor that already were there before the two of you. 

You agreed with that when you saw the same three people that encountered you on your way to the Great Hall. The ginger-haired boy waved at you with a facial expression as if his dream came true and that he had heart eyes all over you. He was brought back to reality when the same girl beside him knocked some sense into him with a book that came from one of the Ravenclaw shelves. The boy beside him just laughed as he gave you a friendly nod which you gave back. 

Astoria then led you to a group of Ravenclaws who were hanging by one of their book shelves having an early drink of punch already. “Y/N,” she said nicely, “This is Carol Bletchley, she’s a pure-blood friend of mine and one of the hosts of the party.”

 The girl’s hair seemed like it had the same color as the girl who had knocked some sense into the ginger-haired boy, but this girl’s hair was much straighter. She gave a big smile as she extended her hand for a hand-shake. “It’s so nice to meet you Y/N Picquery,” she welcomed you as you shook her hand, “Everyone has been talking about you ever since you arrived.”

“And to think I was hoping for a discrete entrance into this school,” you shyly joked.

“Nonsense!” a boy who looked like her said, “Surely you had somewhat of a discrete entrance but a certain fan of yours apparently couldn’t stop talking about you. Something about getting your father’s autograph.” Which made you look up to see that the ginger-haired boy was bringing up a newspaper about your father being on the headline, it was an old quidditch one, which you do not want to question how he still had that. 

“Raphael Bletchley, I’m Carol’s younger brother.”

“Nice to meet you, Raphael.” 

His eyes were now drawn to something, or someone behind you as he said, “Oh wow, we have a face we haven’t seen in a long time in our parties.”

Turning around, you saw Draco Malfoy grabbing a glass of punch from the side as he was accompanied by his gang who had started to split up, leaving Draco with his two friends who acted as if they were body-guards. 

“I thought Draco usually came to these parties, no?

“Came, yes,” Carol said, “But to actually stay? Hardly.”

“What do you mean?”

“He would usually come to check the party out and tell us how much of a nerdy or boring party we have.”

“Oh,” you said, “Excuse me.” you told them. You looked at Astoria who already knew that you were going straight to Draco. She gave you an encouraging nod and patted you on the back which made you start walking again. 

“Hi, Draco.” you cheerfully yet shyly said, “I hear this is a first for you.”

“A first for what, Picquery?” he looked at you with a judging attitude and look. 

“I hear you usually mock these parties and leave afterwards. What made you decide to linger around?”

“How are you hearing so much about me and wanting to know more about me? This is only for the first day and you already are going way out of line, Picquery.”

“I don’t think I am, Draco, I just want to be friends with you.”

“Why me of all people? Why don’t you play with little Astoria over there.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being friends with you too, Draco.”

“There is, because I don’t want to be friends with you.”

“Is there a-”

“Can you just FUCK OFF already, Picquery!”

Draco’s snap had gotten the attention of everyone in the entire room, especially the hosts who were about to walk towards you and have Draco escorted out. But Draco wasn’t finished. 

“I don’t give a damn if you're the son of Lucas Picquery, alright? Just because you're famous does not mean you can get any friend you want. I don’t think you have half the talent your father has on the field. I am NOT your friend and I will NEVER be, okay? Bloody hell, this is your first day and you’re already making a fool out of yourself and out of me. I suggest you get the hell away from me now or else your puny reputation turns into shambles.”

Raphael rushed to the middle of the scene and grabbed a hold of Draco, whispering that it was time for him to go. As Draco refused to leave, squirming, “I have the right to be here, Bletchley, you don’t want my father to hear about this.” 

“He’s right,” you entered their small conversation, “He has the right to be here, Raphael. We don’t want him to cause any more unfortunate events by contacting his father. This whole situation is my fault, everyone, I’ll be the one to leave.”

“Y/N, no, please.” Astoria said, rushing towards you. 

“It’s nothing to worry about, Astoria.” then you looked at Draco and everyone else, “Have a great party, I hope this small situation didn’t kill the party. Rock on, guys.” you gave a sad smile as you walked past by Draco and the rest of the party-goers as you exited the common room of the Ravenclaws. 

--

The party was something you didn’t want to think about. It might have ruined a little bit of your reputation but your reputation was something you didn’t care about anyways. 

The moment you got back from the party, you headed straight to your dorm because you had nowhere else to go since you didn’t know the way to different parts of the castle yet. It would have been better to see Hagrid if you knew where he stayed so you could just live there forever until everyone else had graduated off from Hogwarts. 

Despite having a lot on your mind, you managed to sleep through all your troubles, ignoring the whispers your two roommates were sharing as they had found out what had happened between the son of a famous beater and the Slytherin prince. 

You woke up to them already out of their beds, having it made. When they had seen that you had woken up, they gave you a small smile and tried going back to focusing on making their bed. But you wanted to yank the truth out of them. 

“You know, don’t you?” you asked. 

The two of them looked unsure, hoping the other would be the one to talk but they were still playing their staring game, mentally making each other be the one to reply. You were tired of waiting for a response and waved it away, “It’s alright, of course you do.”

“We’re sorry to hear about it,” they both said at the same time, then looked at each other with a surprise. Then the one to the left of your bed said, “I suppose you haven’t heard about the good news for you?”

“I have good news? What could be good news, my father and mother getting demoted so we could go back to America? Please?” you sarcastically asked. 

“Outrageous, you are, Picquery. Americans.” he said. 

The one to the right of your bed shook his head, “Vincent Crabbe sprained his arm last night, the night of the party.”

“I don’t know who that is, so why should that be good news for me?” you confusingly asked. 

“Because he was a Slytherin beater, well until he sprained his arm.”

“Try-outs for the next Slytherin beater are later this afternoon.” the person to your left added. 

“Awesome,” you said, “I guess I could try out.” you shrugged. 

“Don’t guess, you WILL, Y/N!” said a feminine voice behind you. 

You turned to see Astoria Greengrass who looked at you with a soft smile as she opened her arms for a big hug that she was waiting for. You got out of bed and rushed to hug her and lift her up as she yelped and laughed. “Alright, put me down, Picquery.” she begged and when she was placed down, she looked at you with careful eyes, “I hope you haven’t given up on being friends with him.”

Ah, lovely to bring back some thoughts you thought you could sleep on forever. You sighed, scratching the back of your neck, “You know I’m surprised I didn’t cry or anything, what he said was really hurtful to be honest.”

“Oh, Draco’s like that. Besides, you’re a Picquery, you have the biggest and strongest heart I know. Trust me, you shouldn’t give up, and you should show everyone your place by earning that beater spot.”

“I guess I could. Besides, it could be a walk in the park.” you joked, only for her to nudge you on the shoulder. 

“You’re in the right house, Picquery, you’re in the right house,” she patted you on the shoulder, “Now, get dressed, I have snacks we can devour by the quidditch field. I want you to practice first before the try-outs.”

You nodded, turning around as Astoria closed the dorm and ran back to the common room to grab the snacks and extra quidditch uniform she had gotten a hold of. 

--

Back in the Great Hall, Draco was having a quiet breakfast with his gang. With Crabbe having a sprained ankle, it made his gang look miserable and weak, annoying the hell out of him. But what got him really annoyed was a single thought on his mind, swimming and swimming around his mind. That single thought was you. 

He had dealt with many cases of lashing out and snapping at someone, but your case was really different. All you had wanted to do was be friends with him. He was too proud to accept the fact that there was someone who could have been his fresh start. Someone who had not fully known or witnessed the terrible things he has done in order to call him nasty things with or without him being there to hear it. 

The many other situations he had placed on himself or stumbled upon never involved something nice or friendly being attempted. He was always used to receiving hate that he wanted to give back the same thing he had received. But this was the first time he had received actual niceness and warmth from a person that he was routined to give back the thing he usually was given, which was hate or negativity. 

Draco had screwed up entirely and wondered why he decided to act terribly in front of someone like you. Sure, he was surprised to see that the son of someone famous wasn’t a snob like him, but he still decided to treat you the same way he treats Harry. He had many reasons to treat you badly but now, thinking about it made him ask himself truly why he had done this to you, and there was not a single real reason why. It all led up to nonsense that he was just making up at the moment. He felt like a clown, and didn’t know what to do. 

Blaise saw the way he sulked and had a hunch it was about you. He decided to stop reading from his newspaper and settle things straight with Draco. “Malfoy, sulking about him?” 

Draco looked at Blaise with a cold stare since Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Daphne had stopped eating and conversing to listen in to the conversation. It was useless to build-up his guard and deny everything. So Draco sighed, and embarrassingly nodded. “So what, Blaise? Do you really give a damn?”

“I do, Draco. You’re my friend.”

“Pff,” Draco scoffed. 

“Malfoy, I know you can be vile,” he said, which Draco looked at him with a deadly stare, making Blaise raise his hands up, “But why be so vile to the guy? He’s been nothing but nice to you.”

“I don't know Zabini, alright! Maybe I felt an emotion.” Draco stood up, getting tired of the questions as he knew there would be more after this, “I’m going to support the team and head over to the field. You coming?”

Blaise and the rest stood up, “Course we are mate, bet he’s going to be there so we’re just hoping either of you talk to each other.”

“Merlin’s beard,” Draco muttered as he rolled his eyes. 

-- 

After a solid practice with Astoria, nothing felt better than going back on the field. Your muscle memory was still intact, giving you the same feeling as if you were back in Ilvermorny, practicing and giving your best in the field. 

As people started coming by to watch, you spotted Draco, who had also had his eyes on you. You flew down to the bleachers to walk towards Astoria as she had spotted your uncomfortable look. She looked left, then right, to see that Draco and his gang were making their way to the bleachers as well. 

“Apart from being in the same house, why the hell is he here?” you asked her. 

“He’s supporting his team. He’s our seeker,” she replied, “But he shouldn’t matter. This is your time, alright?”

You nodded, looking back at Marcus Flint, who Astoria told you was the captain of the team. Great, you thought, if you got in, you’d be training with someone who had hurt your feelings on the first day of your life in Hogwarts. 

You flew back to the field, meeting Marcus and the other Slytherins, trying out for beater “Right,” Marcus said, gathering everyone, “There’s three of you, but only one spot, yeah? I expect a good play despite it being only try-outs. You all are familiar with the rules, so I also expect a fair audition. Good luck to you three and may the best beater beat the rest.” Then he flew up high, which got everyone cheering as the rest of the Slytherin quidditch players came out to be part of the game. 

You flew up to the side of the field, muttering small prayers as you were trying to get yourself in the game. Draco’s eyes were all on you as he was observing the way you were trying to ready yourself. ‘A true Slytherin,’ he thought when he was watching you. 

When Marcus had signalled that the game started, you flew to the center of the field, aiming your bludger to one of the two other beaters that auditioned. 

One of them already thought of your idea and surprised the other beater, hitting his bludger with his bat as the beater who was supposed to try and knock you out, got knocked off himself as he fell onto the field. 

“Out!” Marcus Flint said, pointing at the boy, “Sorry, mate. Off you go,” he rushed him, getting back the game. 

Your team was still in the lead as the chasers helped score some points, helping you out as they knew you needed some time to figure out your next plan. 

‘Forget the other beater,’ you thought, ‘and knock out the enemy chasers first, that way the only way they can try scoring is by knocking me out,’ then you flew up, ignoring the other beater that had mocked the beater who fell down. 

You spotted an available chaser who was holding a quaffle closely to their side. This was your opportunity, so, before the round had ended, you lifted your bludger and whacked it forcefully towards the enemy chaser. 

Just before the chaser could have been knocked off his broom, the beater you had forgotten about for a second illegally flew to the chaser and bumped him, having your bludger aim at the beater who prepared to use his body as shield. 

What the beater didn’t know was that the bludger he shielded his chaser from backfired, hitting you in the face which caused you to fall off your broom. It knocked the lights out of you as you fell onto the field, not feeling the pain when your body hit the ground as you were already out the moment the bludger gave an impact on your head. 

There were boos towards the other beater and scared voices watching your lifeless body on the ground. Astoria wasn’t even the first to get down from the bleachers as Draco chanted ‘Accio broomstick’ from the broomstick of the beater’s broom, causing him to slip off to the ground. With a grunt, Draco flew quickly to your side even before Marcus could come over. 

“Fuck, Y/N, that’s a nasty bump on your head.” Draco muttered to himself as he jumped off the broomstick to lay a hand on the back of your neck, getting your head in an elevated position. After a few seconds, your eyes opened slowly, groaning at the pain as you tried sitting up straight. But a force was stopping you. 

“Hold on there, jumpy,” said a voice. 

Your eyes darted to the person to your side. It wasn’t Astoria. It was Draco Malfoy. “The hell are you doing here, Malfoy?” you asked, placing a hand on your forehead. 

“Are you alright, Piquery? How’s the pain? What’s seven times five? How many fingers can you see? He asked, raising his hand. 

“The question is,” you said, holding up a middle finger, “How many fingers can you see?” 

“Alright, alright, you’re fine.” Draco let out a small laugh. Marcus finally came by, extending a hand, “Up you go, Picquery. That was quite some show I had. Not to mention your father’s signature hit?” he joked, “That beater? Josiah Blishwick? Definitely out of the audition. You, on the other hand, you got the role.”

“Fantastic,” you admitted, “Thank you, Marcus.”

Marcus gave a small nod and walked away. Josiah Blishwick walked towards you and Draco, giving a small sad look. 

Draco looked at him with a deadly glare as he brought his wand up, “Expelliarmus!” he said, causing the boy’s wand to fly away. “The hell, Malfoy! I was only here to apologize.”

“Better apologize some other time, Bitchwick. I’m not in the mood.” Draco growled. Josiah nervously turned around, running off as Draco yelled, “You’re broomstick is in the bleachers, get it a potential house elf you are!” then laughed at himself, looking back at you, who was still not laughing with him. 

“I didn’t ask you to do that, anything of this.” you rolled your eyes, walking away. You were completely done with Draco. Why be so nice all of a sudden? Not buying that bullshit. 

Before you could get away from Draco completely, he said from behind, “You didn’t have to.”

You turned around, raising an eyebrow in confusion. 

Draco jogged towards you, “Look, I’m sorry Picqu- Y/N, alright? I was such a twit. I deserve to rot in Azkaban for giving you such a horrible welcome. All you did was just to be friends with me, but I was just the absolute worse and you may never forgive me, but I just wanted you to hear this, ‘I like you, and if you’re up to still being friends with me still, I’ll be the happiest lad in all of England.’ But if it’s not enough, I suppose I can step into your shoes and go through the agony of what I have done to you, if you were pleased with that.”

You crossed your arms, smirking, “You’d do that?” 

“Merlin’s beard, I said that didn’t I?” 

“Fine,” you agreed, “Let’s start tomorrow with switching places.” 

“So, technically this won’t count, would it?” 

Before you could ask what wouldn’t count, Draco walked towards you, cupped your cheeks and planted a quick yet soft kiss on your lips, enjoying the short time he gave himself. A smile grew on his face, then into a smirk when he saw how puzzled and surprised you were. 

“N-no,” you shook your head, “I suppose that wouldn’t count.” 

“Good, then maybe you can expect to encounter more until we switch places.” 

“M-maybe we can practice some switching of places later, hm?” you said, catching him off guard. Your cheeks grew red, so you got a hold of your broom and flew out of the quidditch field, muttering to yourself, “Smooth, Y/N, real smooth.”

So perhaps aside from being a Picquery, dating someone who was a Malfoy would be the talk of the town for more than you could expect. 

[multifandomwriter56]

Hi...

I know I've been gone a long time. I'm sorry for the lack of communication. At first, it was the moving; but that was just for a few days. And then I had some medical issues and was in the hospital for a couple of days (not covid related). Then it was just recovering and getting over my guilt for not finishing my 31 DoH.

I'm doing better now and I'm ready to get back to writing. I plan on finishing the 31 DoH.

Again, I'm sorry for being gone so long and for those who have stuck around; thank you!

And for the ones that have sent such lovely messages:

I will answer each one!!!

@beautycinders @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee @peaktommy @maryams-things @bcimbatmandude @smcc212 @marquelapage @awkwardretro @im-an-assho1e @suhaniuma @peakascum @auggie2000 @daleanjustwantstohavefun @charliestufff @alyxkbrl @cai-neki @its-leviosa-ronald @theshelbyclan

[ijustwant2write]

Working through requests!

I’ve got quite a few requests to go through (not that I’m complaining, I love all of them!). I am trying to get through them as soon as possible, because I know you’ve been waiting. Here are the ones lined up:

Thomas Shelby requested by anonymous: The men leave the women for business and when they return find that they have been attacked, but are surprised to see no one is hurt

Bucky Barnes requested by anonymous: Reader has feelings for Bucky,but is insecure about how she looks

Thomas Shelby requested by @daleanjustwantstohavefun : Tommy asks reader to dance with him, but ends up being terrible at it

Remus Lupin requested by @sociallyawkward-princess : Reader is pregnant though he doesn’t know, so leaves for a mission; he feels guilty when he returns and finds out

Sister!Shelby requested by anonymous

Good Omens requested by anonymous: Aziraphale and Crowley follow their friend on a date, observing from afar without the reader knowing

John Shelby requested by anonymous: Reader and John were childhood sweethearts, but as they grow up, John has to marry Esme. As the years go on, they pine for each other, until a new man comes onto the scene

Fred Weasley requested by anonymous: Reader and Fred dated in their last year, but he breaks up with her when he leaves, not knowing she is pregnant. Years later (after the war), the child needs blood from a family member, meaning Fred is about to find out he has a child

Avengers preference requested by anonymous: The Avengers walking in on the reader and their significant other

Thomas Shelby request by anonymous: Reader is a Russian assassin that falls in love with him (I’m thinking about making this into multiple parts)

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Tag List:

Wasn’t sure how to make one of these but here it is lol. I’ve included a link to the masterlist to find all the things I’ve written. For the new writings I post I’ll be adding a taglist on them as well bc this is just a cumulative list. And so for this, I have included some blogs I thought might like to be tagged. :)

**If you want to be added to any of these below, shoot me an ask or message. The same goes for if you’d like to be removed.**

Masterlist

Thomas Shelby:

@msbzowy, @nofckingfighting, @aranoburns, @sighonahurricane, @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes, @gaytommyshelby, @wowjeena, @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby, @inglourious-imagines, @thebloodyshelbys, @tsolomons, @blinder-secrets, @reveparade, @shelby-fanatic, @ta-ka-shi-ma, @psychkunox, @peakyxtommy, @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @dreamwastakenx, @lovemissyhoneybee

Arthur Shelby:

@flysafepapi, @inglourious-imagines, @peakysabrina, @blinder-secrets, @ta-ka-shi-ma

John Shelby: 

@peakyrogers, @murswrites, @caelys, @theshelbyclan, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Ada Thorne/Shelby:

@imaginesbymk, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Finn Shelby:

@daleanjustwantstohavefun, @inglourious-imagines, @reveparade, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Isiah Jesus:

@niamhshell, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Michael Gray:

@inglourious-imagines, @caelys, @smallheathgangsters, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Polly Gray:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Johnny Dogs:

@flysafepapi, @gaytommyshelby, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Aberama Gold:

@bonniesgoldengirl, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Bonnie Gold:

@bonniesgoldengirl, @peakyrogers, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Alfie Solomons:

@inglourious-imagines, @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes, @wowjeena, @tsolomons, @ta-ka-shi-ma

Esme (Lee) Shelby:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Grace (Burgess) Shelby:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Linda Shelby:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Lizzie (Starke) Shelby:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Gina Gray:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

May Carleton:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Jessie Eden:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

Tatiana Petrovna:

@ta-ka-shi-ma

[moral-turpitudes]

Thanks for the tag @ginevravveasley :)

Ships: lowkey loving the Tommy and Alfie shit rn, it’s the ship I never knew I needed. Other fandoms: Fourtris, Muke, Finn & Poe, and probs others but I can’t think of them rn lol.

Last Song: June, After Dark by Elliot Root

Last Movie: Splice (weirdest fucking movie ever)

Currently Craving: Icecream

Currently Reading: I’ll Be Gone In The Dark by Michelle McNamara

Tagging: @flysafepapi @samilovescp @rainstormofficial @demcashtonfeels @peakyrogers @msbzowy @thebloodyshelbys @daleanjustwantstohavefun @girlwith-kalei-do-scope-eyes @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks for the tag @fedonciadale!

Ships: Dramione

Last Song: Losing Heart by Brandi Carlile

Last movie: in cinema: Jojo Rabbit

At home: John Wick

Currently Craving: the will to write, outside time, fall weather

Currently reading: “Star Stories” by Anthony Aveni

tagging @the-static-hum @micbonbon @superpixie42 @mightbewriting if you want, or anyone else!