#ghost draco malloy

[thesecretwriter]

me when he’s fictional, taller than me, has anger issues, has issues in general, fights everyone, doesn’t like people, is twice my age and looks like he’d ignore me irl:

[escapingrealityforamoment]

Hello! ✨

I know it has been a moment since I have posted anything. Life for me became very busy and chaotic, more so than ever, in a very short period of time. I will spare you loves the details but please know that I am coming back and so is the writing!! I have a few stories I have been working on and I have a request that was sent in a few weeks ago I am also working on!

Another thing that has popped back into my life is my small business venture. I posted about it a few weeks ago before I went into ghost 👻 mode!

I am on Etsy @ fictionalwhispers where I succumb to the fantasy world and let it overtake my thoughts and create short stories for buyers who are looking for something a little personal. I also curate playlists for those who are wanting to place themselves in a little bit of a fantasy land where maybe say Draco Malloy creates a playlist for the one he adores(aka you!) The other thing that is also available on my shop are emailed love letters from your favorite fictional character and soon I will be offering actual love letters that will be sent right to your front door! 💌

I am back and I am ready to create some more fantasy works for you all and please send in some requests and if you are interested in receiving a personalized playlist or love letter please clink the link below 🤍

[froggie-recs-fics]

Hellooo, I will love you forever if you could rec me some post war Drarry fics (any trope will do just no kids pls) that also really explore the wizarding world in depth. Thank you💕

I tried to rec fics that particularly intrigued me regarding worldbuilding/magic theory, but some may have those as less of a focus than others. (check out my Drarry favorites list which has other fics with fantastic world building!)

As always, a ** signifies a favorite

(while making this list I completely forgot that “post-war” also included 8th year. Oops. You can find more 8th year fics in the rest of my Drarry rec lists, which can be found in my masterlist!)

Let us begin!

**Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70K, Time loop, time travel, coming out)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Cool world building elements: magical theory, muggle/wizard relations, post-war life

Higher and Higher (Temptation) by birdsofshore (E, 28K, Dom/sub undertones, Auror Harry, Curse Breaker Draco)

Only Harry Potter could manage to put on a magical collar on impulse and find himself unable to take it off again. Now following Draco’s direct orders gives him intense pleasure, and Draco has a whole heap of troubles to deal with, not least the way Potter looks when the collar has him gasping with bliss. The whole situation would test the morals of a saint... and Draco’s no saint.

Cool world building elements: magical artifacts and wizarding jobs

**Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104K, Veela Draco, Enemies to Lovers, Auror Harry)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

Cool world building elements: Veelas, life in the Ministry of Magic

Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended by SquadOfCats (E, 46K, Slow burn)

Three years after the war, Harry is lost, drifting, and feeling left behind. In an effort to get control of his life, he commits to cleaning out Grimmauld Place top-to-bottom and forcing it to be a home, whether it likes it or not. The rotten old house is stuffed full of antiques, and Harry is shocked to discover none other than Draco Malfoy running the local antique shop. Malfoy is polite -- too polite, and Harry soon finds himself with a mission: to annoy and bother Malfoy with the most hideous, absurd antiques he can find. But along the way, Harry comes to appreciate Draco, his work, and the power of connecting to the people who came before him. It's a hard lesson, but Harry learns that if he wants to build a future, he has to reconnect to his past, and Draco might just be the one to help him do it.

Cool world building elements: Grimmauld Place, magical artifacts

I could be wrong, I could be ready by harryromper (M, 57K, Angst, Pining)

At first Harry wonders if they’ve managed to destroy his vaults and are trying to tell him in the most oblique way possible. But when he turns the page he realises they’ve found a vault. A vault in the name of Lily and James Potter.

The parchment trembles a little in Harry’s hand. He takes another gulp of wine.

Harry Potter left Britain after the war and didn’t look back. Ten years later, when Gringotts discovers a vault containing his parents’ belongings—including their badly spell-damaged wedding rings—he’s forced to face up to friends and family who’ve grown in ways he could never imagine, a wizarding London rebuilt beyond his expectations, and the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s the entirely unforeseen problem of Draco Malfoy.

Featuring pureblood wizarding traditions, ancestral magic, open mic nights, marriage equality, a diner in Brooklyn, and the return of Fleamont Potter.

Cool world building elements: magical theory, Pureblood culture, wizarding traditions, house magic

**If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by shealwaysreads (onereader) (E, 44K, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, BAMF Harry, BAMF Draco, Morally Grey Characters, Dark Characters)

If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

Harry Potter disappeared a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and with him went all hope for true change in magical Britain.

Three years later, Draco indulges himself and attends his first Dog Fight—the infamous underground fights with no rules, no referee, and no points system bar blood on the floor. The game was simple: you win, or you die.

A glint of green amidst the blood-red changes everything.

Cool world building elements: Wizarding politics and conspiracies, house magic, wizarding underground world

**you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (M, CNTW, 20K, Soulmate AU, Terminal Illness, Angst with a happy ending)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.

He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

Cool world building elements: soulmates, wizarding jobs, post-war life

**In Pieces by dysonrules (M, CNTW, 85K, Enemies to Lovers, Professor Harry, Ghost Draco)

Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.

Cool world building elements: magical theory, Hogwarts

**Running On Air by eleventy7 (T, 74K, Mystery, slow burn)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Cool world building elements: magical theory

[teen8angel]

Dave Malloy sounds very similar very similar to Draco Malloy... coincidence? I think not!

[omigooness]

I’ve already described the gods, somewhat. Here’s some more cues:

Hephaestus: Summer, Rick and Morty / AppleJack, Friendship is Magic / Samwise Gamgee, LOTR / Bubbles, Powerpuff Girls

Athena: TwilightSparkle, Friendship is Magic / Princess Bubblegum, Adventure Time / Alice, Disney’s Alice in Wonderland / Sangwoo, Killing Stalking

Deimos: PuppyCat, Bee and PuppyCat

Poseidon: Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter / L, Death Note / Patrick Jane, The Mentalist / Squidward, Spongebob Squarepants / Ray, TPN / Joel Glicker, Adams Family Values

Virgo: Fluttershy, Friendship is Magic / Anne, Anne with an E / Helga, Hey Arnold / Shiemi, Blue Exorcist / Anri Sonohana, Durarara / Japan, Hetalia / Akane Tsunemori, Psycho Pass / Beth, Queen’s Gambit / Himawari, xxxholic / maka, SoulEater / Wednesday Addams, Addams Family Values / Hermione Granger, HP / the last unicorn / Breakfast Princess, Adventure Time

Persephone: Luna, Sailor Moon / BlueStar, Warriors

Zeus: James I, Harry Potter / Kinji, Hidan no Aria / Indiana Jones

Pan: Rin, Blue Exorcist / Spike, Friendship is Magic(Pan loves Aria)

Themis: Harley Quin, Suicide Squad / Ayanami Rei, NGE

Pisces: Eva Silva, Warrior Nun / Serena Tsukino, Sailor Moon / Mob, Mob Psycho 100 / Wormtail, Harry Potter / Shinji, NGE / Sherlock(BBC) / Yuki Machida, Namaikizakari / Danaerys, Game of Thrones / Byron Bunch, Light in August / Yoon Bum, Killing Stalking / Soul, SoulEater / Rick, Rick and Morty / the black widow, Adams Family Values / Dustfinger, Inkheart / Jamal Malik, Slumdog Millionaire / Draco Malloy, HP / Pinkiepie, Friendship is Magic / buttercup, Powerpuff girls / Wendy Darling, Peter Pan

Sauron: LILO, LILO and Stitch

Apollo: The HULK / The Doctor, Doctor Who / Freddie, icarly

Artemis: Paige, World After / Meg, Inkheart / Kohane, xxxholic / The Intended, Heart of Darkness / Coraline / Nunnaly, Codde Geass / Nezuko Kamado, Demon Slayer

Nemesis: Azula, Avatar the last airbender / Rarity, Friendship is Magic / Haruhi Suzumiya / Maxine, Ginny and Georgia

Kaitlyn isn’t really a god but I found her: Shinoa Kuragi, Awari no Seraph, and Anahga: Yoichi, AnS, and Kayleigh: Haruhi, Ouran HSHC, and Adil, Kyouya, Ouran HSHC, and Sarah H.: Flame Princess, Adventure Time, and Joel, Eren, Attack on Titan, and Evan: Yukio, Blue Exorcist, and Paul Wolf: Mr Incredible, the incredibles, and Charlotte Kim: RainbowDash, Friendship is Magic, and Yoko: Morticia Addams, and Emma: Hermione Granger and Sophia: Latika, Slumdog Millionaire, Maheema: Wild Berry Princes, Ms Rago: Rag Doll Princess

Marcus Posey: Max, Paranatural / Naota Nandaba, FLCL

Hades: Greece, Hetalia / Clancy, Midnight Gospel / Pepito, Madeline / HOWL, HOWL’s Moving Castle

Ares: Kanba Takakura, Mawaru Penguindrum / Ares, WonderWoman / Mike Teevee, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory(nu) / Izaya Orihara, Durarara / Prussia, Hetalia / Jacuzzi Splot, Baccano

Ouranos: Kimihiro Watanuki, xxxholic / Harry Potter / Reynard, The Mysterious Benedict Society / Shouma Takakura, Mawaru Penguindrum / Hotaru Imai, Gakuen Alice / Ignatious Percival, Horns / Morty, Rick and Morty / Death the kid, SoulEater

Gaia: Jake the dog, Adventure Time / Scout, To Kill A Mockingbird / Frankenstein’s monster / Walter White, Breaking Bad / Mikoto Katsuragi, NGE / Isabella, TPN / Beth, Rick and Morty / Elle Woods, Legally Blonde

Angelo(sadness): Sherlock Holmes, Robert Downey Junior

Hecate: Makoto Kusanagi, Ghost in the Shell anime

Erebus: Snape, Captain Hook

Prometheus: Zuko, Avatar the last airbender

Epimetheus: Fin the Human, Adventure Time

Hermès: the Flash / Rex Walls, Glass Castle / TeaCake, Their Eyes Were Watching God / Stein, SoulEater / Jerry, Rick and Morty / Boo Radley, To Kill a Mockingbird / Patrick Baitman, American Psycho

Petunia(confusion):Petunia Elkwood, Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet / Janie Crawford, Their Eyes Were Watching God

Sylvia(perseverance): Esther Greenwood, The Bell Jar / Arya Stark, Game of Thrones

Liam(secrecy): Aang, The Last Airbender / Casper the friendly ghost / Arthur, The Sword in the Stone

Hera: Madeye Moody, HP / Bird Lady, Home Alone 2

Miranda(confidence): Constance Contraire, (the Mysterious Benedict Society) / Toph, Avatar the last airbender

Thanatos: Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye

Demeter: Mabel, Gravity Falls / Buttercup, The Princess Bride

Charles Wallace: August Pullman, Wonder

Kronos: Ren Tsuruga, Skip Beat

Helios: Crookshanks, HP

Nike: Asuka Langley Sohryu, NGE

Nickolas: Bean, Ender’s Game

Shinji: Shinji Ikari, NGE

Peter Pan: Peter Wiggin, Ender’s Game

Demeter: Felicity Fox, Fantastic Mr Fox

Isabella from the family: Katara, Avatar the last Airbender / Isabel, Paranatural

A/N:

(If I don’t include you, I might not have forgotten you. I just can’t find your match.)

[sirius-archive]

Chaos Theory Part 11

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader, Draco Malloy x Reader,

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 6383

A/N: We are finally at the Yule Ball guys!! Quite a lot of fluff happens in this chapter, and I had a lot planned, so I had to split it into two chapters. I’m already working on Chapter 12 :) I also decided against writing Fleur’s accent because a) it’s too hard and b) it disrupts the flow of the story. Sorry? 

***

Chapter 11:

Winters at Hogwarts are the type of winters you find the most beautiful.

The school seems to sparkle from the ground up, blanketed in luxurious clouds of soft, fluffy snow and sprinkled with snowflakes that drip from the sky like angel tears. Sometimes, the winter chill can permeate through your clothes and skin and scrape an icy finger down your spine, and it’s on these days when you prefer to stay curled up beside a log fire with your nose in a good book. But most times, the snowy days and winter nights are a warm reminder of the upcoming festivities. It's these days - when your veins gush with eggnog and butterbeer and the air is perfumed with the scent of warm, sweet cinnamon - that you welcome like an old friend and embrace with all the enthusiasm that the Christmas spirit can muster.

Today is one of those days.

The day had started with presents. A state-of-the-art writing kit from Hermione, an extra large assortment of all your favourite sweets from Ron, a bottle of stupidly expensive perfumed oil from Luke, a very large and itchy scarf from Hagrid (you supposed it would match the deep blue sweater Mrs Weasley knitted for you this year), and a tiny, cute plant from Neville. Your friends at the Newsroom had also bought you small gifts including a photo frame from Colin and a water-coloured painting of Nightshade from Dean.

After the excitement of unwrapping your Christmas presents, you and Hermione met up with Harry and Ron in the common room and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron, who proudly wears a paper crown, softly pats your head in greeting and drapes a skinny, freckled arm over your shoulders as the four of you step out of the portrait hole.

You pass the Fat Lady, who giggles gleefully with her friend, Violet, already tipsy and stuffing chocolates into their mouths.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” Ron mutters as the four of you stroll down the hallway.

You shrug, “It’s Christmas, after all.”

Ron shrugs as you both continue to amble lazily down the hallway. Closing your eyes, you sink into the moment, allowing the excitement bubbling up inside of you to overflow. There’s just so much to be happy about; you’re surrounded by your best friends, it’s Christmas and tonight is arguably the most exciting night of the school year; the Yule Ball.

Your eyes flutter when you open them, your lips cracking into a giddy grin as you glance at Harry. He’s murmuring with Hermione, one hand in his pocket while the other fidgets with his glasses. He spots you staring and clears his throat, scratching awkwardly at the nape of his neck. Hermione and Ron glance at each other and Ron unhooks his arm from around your shoulders.

“We’ll catch up with you in a moment,” Harry says to Hermione as she and Ron walk ahead of you.

“What is it, Harry?” You ask, smiling softly.  Harry dips his hand into his pocket to fish out a small box.

“I wanted to give you this myself,” Harry explains, cheeks brushed an adorable shade of pink. He looks so cute like this, all boyish nerves, sheepish and bashful.

Beaming, you take the box from his hand and eagerly unwrap the gift, littering the ground with wrapping paper in your excitement. Harry swoops down to collect the pieces of paper, twisting it nervously as you remove the last of the wrapping paper, revealing your gift.

You gasp, smiling down at a beautiful, diamond pendant, a perfect fit for your charm bracelet. The pendant resembles a snitch, with small golden wings attached to a round diamond that winks up at you, sparkling between your fingers like a morning star. It feels ridiculously expensive in your grasp, gilded with gold and flaunting a pure, white diamond.

“This is...” you trail off, admiring it in the morning light, “Harry this is far too expensive. I-I can’t accept something like this!”

“I want you to have it,” Harry insists, wrapping his hand over yours and curling it around the pendant, “Besides, I’m a millionaire, (Y/N). The youngest in the UK, according to Witch Weekly.”

“You actually read those?” you giggle, arching a mocking brow at him. 

“I kind of dug that hole myself, didn’t I?” Harry chortles, eyes shimmering, “Promise not to tell?” 

“I’ll do you one better,” you smile, raising your free hand and extending your pinky finger, “Pinky promise.” 

Harry hooks his pinky finger around yours and you both laugh, his laugh so carefree and gentle, lips curling into that smile, the one that rearranges the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose. His touch lingers on your hand, like he’s not quite ready to let you go, holding onto the moment with warm, loving hands. You’re amazed at how perfectly your hand fits in his, like two pieces of a puzzle sliding snugly together to create a perfect image in your mind.

“Thank you Harry,” you beam, finally pulling away from him, “This-this is absolutely beautiful, I’ll cherish it forever...”

You trail off, staring down at the pendant in your palm. It had been a clear, sparkling diamond before, but now, it’s beginning to change colours; a rich, ruby shade of red bleeding into the white.

“Huh,” Harry frowns down at the pendant, “I didn’t realise it changed colours.”

“Even better,” You grin as you clip your new pendant to your bracelet, rubbing it between your fingers comfortingly. Warmth surges through you at the feeling of the pendant against your skin, a reminder of the boy you love so dearly.

“I’ll think of you whenever I see it,” you beam, kissing Harry on the cheek and looping your arm through his.

Resting your head on his shoulder and sighing, the two of you follow Ron and Hermione toward the Great Hall for breakfast, a contented silence forming between the two of you. The pendant on your bracelet feels slightly heavier than the others, a special weight to it that you can’t quite describe. It makes your heart sing with joy and fills your lungs with sunlit warmth as you soak in the moment, Harry’s presence feeling welcoming and safe.

“I’ve got to ask,” you say, breaking away from Harry’s side as the two of you walk down the stairs, “Why a snitch? I mean, it’s so beautiful and I love it but I’m just curious...”

Harry pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful, as though carefully stringing a reply together. He doesn’t quite meet your eyes when he answers, his hand flying through his hair in that awkward, adorable sort of way that leaves his hair even messier than before.

“Because you’re my golden snitch,” he explains, slowly, “I see you and I’m so close and you’re right there but...but when I reach out to grab you, you dart away. Sometimes, I feel like I’ll be chasing you forever, close but not close enough to catch you. And then... other times... I look at you and I think...maybe one day...”

Harry gazes at you, silently studying you.

“I’m not that far away,” you murmur, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers, “I’m always here for you. I always have and I always will.”

Harry flashes a sad smile that makes your heart ache, “I know. Just...not in the way I’d hoped.”

Harry untangles his fingers from yours and jogs down the stairs, leaving you with a strange pang in your chest, like one of your heartstrings snapped in half; a violin string straining beneath an invisible weight. Did Harry mean that he couldn’t approach you? That you weren’t supportive enough?

Suddenly, a cold, prickle of dread threads itself across the top of your scalp, crawls down your spine, settling over you like a curse, a spell, a bad omen. Your breath hitches, caught in your throat, frozen in your lungs.

Someone is watching you.

You spin around, eyes darting as you scan your surroundings, but you can’t spot anyone or anything and the feeling slips away like a ghost in the night, leaving you feeling paranoid and delirious. You swallow thickly and turn, shoving the anxiety that’s rotting your lower belly into a dark corner in your mind as you try to focus on the Yule Ball.

Fiddling nervously with your bracelet, you proceed down the flight of stairs, passing milling students and smiling weakly as they cheerily wish you a ‘Merry Christmas’.  

Are you going insane? Is this little investigation that’s currently come to a dead end the little shove that pushes you over the edge of sanity? It had felt so real and the fact that you had felt it twice before seems to be a strange coincidence.

Because it’s not a coincidence. Someone had been watching you, and then they hadn’t, like shadows crawling across a wall. Someone who moves quickly and silently, stealthy, someone who has been doing it for a while. Invisible? Maybe.

You begin stockpiling mental notes, clipping them in your mind and saving them for later. Right now, you really don’t want to think about a potential stalker. You just want to think about Cedric and your mother’s wedding dress and the Yule Ball.

“Everything alright?” Ron asks you when you sit down next to him, his large hand softly patting your head.

“Yeah,” you shrug, pushing aside your feelings of unease, “I’m fine, just hungry.”

As you begin to pile food on your plate, a loud whoosh of beating wings rolls over the Great Hall, dimming the excited chatter and the scraping clang of cutlery against plates. Overhead, owls swoop down to deliver letters, hooting and snapping their beaks expectantly. 

“Wow, look at that one,” someone nearby whispers in awe, followed by another murmur of admiration. A few moments later, you spot the owl they’re admiring.

A very large, very beautiful Eagle Owl soars overheard, wings shimmering in the morning light. Unlike most Eagle Owls, this owl is mostly black with droplets of gold dripping over its feathers. It’s beautiful, for sure, majestic and strong and flaunting itself as though it knows it’s beautiful.

And then it makes eye contact with you and dives rather quickly, stopping just in front of your breakfast.

“Wow,” you whisper in awe, reaching out to stroke his feathers, “You’re a bit of a show-off, aren’t you?”

He - you realise he’s a male - puffs his chest in response and nuzzles his head into your hand. You check the note attached to his foot, untangling the thread and gently pulling it free. Instead of flying away, he clips his beak and cocks his head, large, auburn eyes gazing at you almost lovingly.

You bite your lip as you read the note, scribbled in a familiar, elegant cursive.

Dear Belle Fiore,

It’s about time you received your first owl. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was meant to be yours. He’s very intelligent and has a bit of an ego, but he is also very loyal and an excellent flier.

Take care of him, and he’ll take care of you.

Merry Christmas, my sweet fiore.

All my love,

Papa

“He’s mine,” you grin, folding the note in half again and shoving it into your pocket, “My father bought him for me!”

Hermione and Harry share matching grins as they pat your new owl. Ron looks a little jealous, and you can almost hear his thoughts as he compares Pig to your owl. But you know Ron, to his core, sometimes better than he knows himself and you know that Ron is just as loyal to Pig as Pig is to Ron.

“What are you going to call him?” Harry asks, tickling your owls' feathers.

You stare at your new owl, at his distinct colourings, unique to every other owl you’ve seen, and the name comes to you in a low whisper.

“Atlas,” you beam, and Atlas hoots happily, almost in agreement.

“Atlas,” Hermione echoes, thoughtfully, “I like it!”

Grinning, you feed Atlas chunks of bacon and pieces of toast, patting his feathers gently, your father's written words coming back to you.

Take care of him, and he’ll take care of you.

***

Atlas remains by your side for most of the morning, even as you sit in the snow watching Hermione build a snowman, he’s perched on your arm, careful not to cut you with his sharp talons as you feed him little treats.  

But Atlas, as beautiful as he is, can’t distract you from the paranoia leaking down the ridges of your spine and the daunting feeling of dread you’d felt when you had sworn someone was watching you. The thought makes your stomach churn with worry, haunting you, as though the eyes hadn’t taken their silent, ominous gaze off you.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Hermione asks, seriously. You shrug nonchalantly and Hermione pins you with a stern look, “There’s something wrong, I know there is.”

You lower your arm to the ground and Atlas hops off, digging his talons into the snow and giving a low hoot of disapproval, “Earlier today, I could have sworn someone was watching me...”

“When?” Hermione asks, anxiously.

“When Harry gave me his Christmas present and told me I was his ‘golden snitch.’”

Hermione blinks, “His what?”

“His snitch,” you reiterate, cheeks uncomfortably warm, “He bought me a charm for my bracelet and it was a snitch and I asked him why he chose a snitch and - well - he told me that I was like a snitch; close but never close enough for him to catch.”

Your gaze strays toward Harry, who is currently trying to shield himself behind a tree from Ginny’s barrage of snowballs. As if sensing your gaze on him, Harry turns to you, a goofy grin tugging at the corners of his lips, and as you make eye contact, the smile fades. The two of you glance away from each other quickly, blushing.

“But that's beside the point,” you say, quickly, “After he left, I felt someone’s eyes on me and it was...it was frightening...”

“That’s...interesting,” Hermione mutters, brows creased in thought, “How long did the feeling last?”

“Just a few seconds,” you reply, reaching out to scoop a handful of ice and plaster it onto the snowman.

“Hmm. Maybe it was Peeves? He’s been known to do that, he enjoys creeping people out.”

You blink, relief mingling with your worry. You’d never thought of Peeves. It would explain why you wouldn’t be able to spot him and how he moves so quickly. 

But the image doesn’t quite fit with that horrid, icy feeling that had crystallised your veins completely. Still, it’s the only logical explanation, and you bury that uncomfortable, sloshing swirl of anxiety beneath a relieved sigh.

“Yeah, it must have been,” you mutter, non-committal. Right now, you really don’t want to dwell on stalkers or anxiety, all you want to do is think about the upcoming Yule Ball, and your lips split into an excited smile, “Anyway, enough about that. Have you spoken to Victor?”

Hermione flushes, “Yeah. He...bought me some flowers earlier today.”

“Really?!” You gasp, grinning and poking her in the shoulder, “Hermione! You’re supposed to tell me these things!”

Hermione bites her lip sheepishly, cheeks stained a deep, crimson red, “I know, I was going to show them to you! But then...”

Hermione trails off, staring at something behind you. You straighten, dusting the snow from your gloves and glancing over your shoulder.

Luke strides toward you, hands in the pockets of his thick coat, his thick hair poking out from beneath a woollen beanie, and a wicked grin hooked across his lips.

“Lulu!” He calls out to you, breath turning to mist on his lips as he waves at you, “Hey! Looks like you got Adrien’s owl alright...”

When he approaches you, he ropes you into a one-armed hug, his body a furnace of heat as he holds you to his side. Atlas cocks his head and snaps his beak angrily, fluttering up to your shoulder and gripping you possessively.

“Looks like he’s jealous,” Luke laughs, as you extend your arm. Atlas slowly climbs down your arm, careful not to hurt you as you scratch his head reassuringly.

“You don’t have to be jealous,” you whisper, smiling, “You and my cat, Nightshade, are the babies of my heart.”

Atlas hoots happily and leaps off your arm, though not without glaring at Luke. When he hops away, you turn back to Luke, brows raised in mild surprise.

“You knew about Father’s present?”

“Yeah,” Luke shrugs, “He asked me what I think you’d like. I said an owl and he shocked us both by actually listening to me for a change.”

“Wow. You actually had a conversation with our dad without getting into an argument,” you pat Luke’s shoulder, smiling.

“Oh, fuck no. No it ended in a screaming match, it always does when I ask about...” Luke cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath, swallowing the words on the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, Hermione,” he greets with a nod and a wink, “Sorry, I’m being rude. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Luke,” Hermione smiles softly at him, “Enjoy your morning?”

Luke nods, “There was an intense game of wizard chess between myself and Aiden Zabini in the Slytherin common room. The loser had to skinny dip in the Black Lake and touch the Giant Squid.”

“Judging by the lack of water, I’d say you won,” Hermione says, and Luke feigns mild offence.

“Of course I won, Hermione. Your lack of confidence in me is depressing.”

Hermione rolls her eyes and you nudge him in the ribs.

“So, did you just come to annoy us or do you have an actual reason to be here?” You tease, darting away from Luke as he reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“I just wanted to see what you were doing and I wanted to meet your owl,” Luke answers, eyes drifting to the snowman standing still behind Hermione, “Are you two going to introduce me to your new friend or are you both going to continue to be rude?”

You take Luke’s gloved hand and lead him closer to your snowman, “Luke, this is a snowman. Snowman, this is my stupid, older brother.”

“Wait, he doesn’t have a name?” Luke gasps, scandalously, “Every snowman has to have a name!”

“Well, What should we call him?” Hermione asks, a small smile flirting around the corners of her lips, “Since you suggested it...”

Luke bites his lip and stares at the snowman in silent contemplation. It’s then that you realise there’s something not quite right with Luke, different somehow. He seems...energised, bouncing on the balls of his feet as though his shoes were stuffed with springs. Like he could leap off the Astronomy tower and float away.

“So, Luke,” you begin, feeling the way your smirk spreads, “Are you the lucky bloke that scored Cho Chang as your date?”

Luke’s smile falters at its edges and he doesn’t meet your eyes when he answers, “Nah,” he shrugs, “No, I’m going with someone else.”

“Who?” Hermione pries, grinning teasingly.

Luke raises a challenging brow at her, “Guess.”

Hermione folds her arms over her chest and squints. Luke doesn’t tear his gaze away from her, smirking devilishly. Atlas lands on the snowman’s head, scratching curiously.

A look of realisation dawns on Hermione’s face and Luke nods, as if to confirm her silent question. He turns back to the snowman just as Hermione opens her mouth.

“How about Icesiah?” He suggests with a grin, “You know, instead of Isaiah?”

Hermione closes her mouth, lashes fluttering. You roll your eyes and chortle.

“Creative.”

Luke shrugs, “I try.”

“So you didn’t say who you were going to the ball with,” you pry, poking his chest, his shoulder, his cheek. Luke laughs and bats your hand away.

“I told you to guess.”

“You told Hermione to guess,” you giggle as Luke tries to grab you. Atlas hoots protectively and dives between you and Luke.

Luke juts his chin at Atlas, “He should really be up in the Owlery. Owls are nocturnal, y’know.”

Atlas gives an offended hoot at Luke’s suggestion.

“He’s obviously not tired yet,” you snip and Luke shrugs.

Now you can definitely tell what’s different about Luke; The light in his eyes is different, as though his pupils have been sprinkled with flecks of silver and gold. You watch with mingled curiosity and concern as those same eyes, shimmering bright with mischief and something you can’t read, drift to something just past you.

“Looks like someone’s waiting for you,” Luke nods at someone behind you and you follow his line of sight, spotting Cedric standing near the castle, waving at you. You wave back.

“I’ll be right back,” you murmur over your shoulder, leaving Luke and Hermione behind.

The snow crunches beneath your boots, as you approach Cedric, leaving depressions to mark your path. You shrug your coat around you a little tighter, shielding more than just the cold. Your breath crystallises in front of you, plumes of dainty, soft mist, and the air burns when it hits your throat. But you smile anyway when Cedric meets you halfway, beaming as he trudges through the snow toward you.

“Hey,” he murmurs, softly.

“Hey,” you breathe, heart soaring.

Golden sunlight streams through his hair, lighting the crown of his head like a halo, an angel of the morning, an angel with no wings. You feel drawn to him, to the way his eyes sparkle, like light dancing on the ocean.

A wingless angel...

“Come for a walk with me?” He asks, offering you his arm.

You bite your lip and glance over your shoulder. Hermione and Luke chat happily as he helps her build Icesiah, one arm bent behind him as the other one pats Icesiahs head. In one fluid action, he smoothly dumps a handful of snow down the back of her coat and Hermione shrieks a surprised laugh.

Nearby, George and Ginny are chasing Ron and Harry, snowballs careening through the air. Harry meets your eyes from across the grounds and there’s a pinch to his mouth and a muscle ticking in his cheek and he doesn’t look jealous, not exactly, just...disappointed, perhaps a little sad. His words from earlier seem to echo in your ears, rattling something deep in your chest.

Sometimes, I feel like I’ll be chasing you forever, so close but not close enough to catch you...

You quickly glance away, flashing Cedric what you hope is a warm smile. Sliding your arm under his, you let Cedric take the lead.

(You’d let Cedric lead you just about anywhere)

Atlas fixes Cedric with a warning glare before giving you an affectionate peck on the ear and flying off your shoulder, flapping his large wings deliberately, as though trying to show off to Cedric and Luke.

“So,” He starts, smiling softly as he watches Atlas soar through the air, “Atlas is the newest addition to the Arden family...how is Nightshade feeling about it?”

You bite your lip, “She doesn’t know yet...I hope she doesn’t get too jealous. She’s prone to jealousy.”

Cedric laughs, a burst of warmth that melts the ice in the air, “She should know by now that she’s irreplaceable.”

“I think a part of her does,” you chuckle, “Anyway, how was your morning?”

“Pleasant, actually. My friends and I smuggled a heap of pastries from the kitchens so the whole common room smelt like a French bakery.”

You hum, imagining the rich, sweet scent, “Nice. You guys have the best common room.”

Cedric chortles, “Yeah, we really do.”

The two of you stroll past the Black Lake playing your usual game of twenty questions, laughing and soaking up each other’s company. Somehow, the conversation turns into a snowball fight, though you’re not sure when and how it changed so dramatically (That is - of course - a lie; you don’t think you could ever forget the look of sheer surprise that crossed Cedric's face with you smeared a handful of snow on his head)

And it’s just like a black and white movie, romantic and dreamy, being chased through the snow while Cedric trails close behind you, his Quidditch strength propelling him through the snow as you laugh at him teasingly. And then his arms hook around your waist and he’s spinning you in the air, holding you close, and the orchestra swells into a crescendo and this is the part when the lovers kiss, when they fall into one another when they vow to love one another for all eternity.

But that doesn’t happen.

Instead, he carefully places you on your feet and you step away from him, back pressed up against the bark of a very large, very old Weeping Willow, biting your lip as he steps closer, closer, closer, tantalisingly close, cheeks flushed a rosy pink and eyes dancing and lips, chapped and soft, bent into a loving smile.

‘Pretty boy’ someone - Luke, maybe - had once said, and yes, he certainly is handsome but Cedric Diggory is so much more than just that and it shows in the way that he gazes at you like you’re the only star in his sky.

“Um,” Cedric hedges boyishly, glancing shyly at you, “I have something for you...”

You smile up at him in surprise as you accept the box, the cool silver biting into your gloved fingertips. The box alone is stunningly beautiful; an intricate, floral design carefully carved into the glinting silver, like something stolen from an Emily Bronte book. You slide your fingers over the smooth, cool surface and open it.

You gasp.

Sitting inside the silver box, cushioned on velvet, is a beautiful necklace. A small fire lily hangs from a delicate white-gold chain and in the centre of the petals is a small sapphire, winking up at you. The sentimentality of the pendant doesn’t go by unnoticed; the first time you met Cedric, he had tucked a fire lily behind your ear in an effort to cheer you up.

“Cedric,” you whisper, faintly, “This is...stunning...”

“You like it?” Cedric asks, ducking his gaze to catch yours.

“I love it,” you correct, launching yourself into his arms, hugging him around the neck and breathing in the scent of sandalwood and rich honey and Cedric, like you can inhale him and trap him inside your lungs forever.

Cedric laughs in surprise before his arms fold around your waist, holding you flush against him, lips pressed to the crown of your head. You close your eyes and sigh, nestling into him, his arms a crystal-clean oasis in the middle of a thousand-mile desert, and you don’t want to let go, not now, not ever.

After a long moment, Cedric breaks away, his smile lighting up the sun. You bite down on a grin, giggling with joy and holding the necklace up.

“Would you mind...?” You trail off, tongue sliding across the tip of your canine tooth as your lips break into a smile.

“Of course,” Cedric grins, gently taking the necklace as you turn your back to him, sliding off your coat and shuddering against the cool wind.

There’s a sense of hesitation lingering in the air as he steps toward you, his breath hot and silky on your shoulder, and your breath hitches, frozen behind your tonsils as you feel the flutter of his hand, warm, gentle and unassuming. His finger trails up the bend of your spine like following the roads on a map, tickling the hair at the nape of your neck as he drapes the necklace around your neck. His fingers ghost across your collarbone, touch dancing on cool skin, as though he were carefully connecting constellations on your skin.

Clamping down on your quivering bottom lip, you slowly turn to him, showing off the necklace hugging your neck.

“Thank you,” you whisper, fingers reaching up to slide a gentle finger over the pendant. Cedric flashes a radiant smile and his eyes dip to your fingers, following a path down your chest and up again.

“Beautiful,” Cedric breathes, drinking you in like milk and honey, his tongue flicking over the cushion of his lower lip, “You are absolutely beautiful.”

Your cheeks glow with warmth at the intensity of his gaze, like he’s admiring a piece of fine art. There’s something contagious in the way he stares, something that splutters in your lower belly, molten-hot and warming your entire body.

Static crackles in the air.

Laughter echoes in the distance.

And - just like that - Cedric shakes himself out of his thoughts, that strangely magnetic and equally disarming hunger swallowed up by the Cedric you’re so familiar with.

“You must be cold,” he states, rushing to wrap your coat over your shoulders. His arm brushes against yours and your breath catches in your throat.

“Thanks,” you murmur, glancing at him through your lashes.

If there is one thing that you learned today, it is that you love Cedric Diggory in any shape and form, but especially when he’s hungry.

***

You suppose there is a bit of humour in the fact that everything you’re wearing right now has been given as a gift to you.

Cedric's necklace, sitting pretty around your neck, sparkles and winks at your reflection. Your mothers' wedding dress cascades off your skin, waves of tulle and silk pooling around your feet. The warm glow of the dormitories candlelight glints off the white diamonds planted carefully in the centre of soft petals, shimmering like the dressmaker had stolen stars from the sky and stitched them into the skin of the dress.

You and Hermione had to make adjustments to the wedding dress, as the train was two metres long and there were several layers of tulle that probably would have frightened Cedric into believing he was actually marrying you. And, though you had entertained that fantasy in a million different scenarios, scaring your date off was not something you wanted to do for your first ball.

Anticipation climbs up your throat and inches itself across your lips into a smile as your hands grasp a handful of the delicate fabric of your dress and rub it between your fingers.

“You look beautiful,” Hermione coos, beaming at you. She looks as though she may cry.

You bite down on a girlish giggle, fingers playing with Cedric’s necklace as you turn to face Hermione.

“Don’t you dare cry,” you warn, pointing a shaky finger at her, “If you start crying, I’ll start crying and we’ll both be a snotty mess.”

Hermione snorts a laugh, shaking her head as you gather the delicate material in your hands and step toward her, looping your arms around her and hugging her.

“You look so gorgeous, Hermione,” you whisper into the shell of her ear, “You’ll be turning heads and breaking hearts for sure.”

The two of you break away and she laughs.

“Me? You’re the prettiest girl in school. If anyone is going to turn heads and break hearts, it’s you.”

You playfully nudge her shoulder with your own, rolling your eyes and barely managing to smother the flush of warmth crawling up your neck.

“We both look fucking sexy,” you grin, raising your chin and unfurling your spine, “Lets knock ‘em dead!”

Hermione throws her head back in a laugh and the two of you loop arms, gliding down the stairs of the girls dormitory toward the common room.

“You’re meeting Victor outside the Entrance Hall, yeah?” You ask and Hermione nods, giving you a questioning look.

“Same,” you breathe, nervous energy suddenly spilling into your lower gut. You sigh, breath trembling on your lips.

Hermione squeezes your hand.

“You look beautiful,” Hermione murmurs, flashing you a reassuring smile, “He’s going to love you even more than he already does. Trust me.”

You chew anxiously on your bottom lip, taking a deep breath in and exhaling shakily, faintly, as you enter the common room and step out of the portrait hole.

People stop to stare when you and Hermione walk past. It’s strange, unnerving, grating - really - gapes and whispers following you as you and Hermione head toward the Entrance Hall. It makes your stomach curl in mingled self-consciousness and embarrassment and maybe a little bit of pride because yes, this is your mothers dress, and yes it was as beautiful as she was, as though she had taken some of her beauty and stitched it into the gown and a part of you is anxious about what Cedric will think but the other part - the other part that knows him, that loves him - is excited.

Finally, you and Hermione arrive at the top of the stairs to the Entrance Hall. You spot Cedric and Victor chatting in light conversation and Hermione bleats a nervous laugh.

“Well, here it goes,” she chuckles and you squeeze her hand one last time before letting go.

Taking one careful step at a time, the two of you slowly descend the stairs. Cedric slants a glance at you and then he does a double take.

His eyes widen, jaw-dropping.

Your heart flutters, takes flight, soars.

Cedric gazes at you as though he’s just stepped into a daydream, caught in a trance, his eyes never leaving yours. He seems to have forgotten how to breathe, feet rooted to the spot, like a moonstruck groom at the end of the aisle, watching his blushing bride glide toward him. And - maybe ten years from now - this exact scenario might unfold but in a different setting. For now, all you can focus on is this moment, this very important bookmark in time. 

He meets you at the base of the stairs, rushing forward as though pulled to you by some invisible, magnetic force.

“Wow,” He murmurs, eyes sweeping over you hungrily, not sure where to look first, “You look - I mean - you are - absolutely s-stun-beautiful. Angelic.”

Warmth flares in your cheeks, “It’s the dress...And the necklace.”

Cedric licks his lips, shakes his head, “No. it’s you. You are...you are exquisite.”

Your tongue laves across your bottom lip, and that same hunger leaks into Cedric's eyes as he follows the movement and it’s thrilling and it’s disarming and it’s so unlike the Cedric the world knows and maybe that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.

“(Y/N)?”

You’re yanked out of your trance by a familiar voice and you turn, finding Luke standing behind you.

“Holy shit,” he curses, standing back to admire you, “You-you look...” a pained expression flits across his face, eyes misty, “...you look like - like her. Like mum.”

Eyes welling with tears, you throw yourself into Luke’s arms and he holds you close for a long moment. You break away, blinking back the tears wanting to roll down your cheeks and Luke beams proudly at you.

“She’d be so proud of you, y’know,” he murmurs, voice husky and low.

You nod, lips pressing together to stop yourself from crying, “She’d be proud of you, too.”

“Excuse me, but who are you?” A French, frilly voice snips sharply from behind you. You break away from Luke, finding Fleur Delacour standing behind you. Her arms are crossed over her chest, silvery hair flowing over her shoulders. She looks beautiful, even though her expression is pinched into a look of slight jealousy.

“Oh, right, you two haven’t officially met,” Luke says, shaking his head, “So, Fleur, this my little sister, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Fleur, my date.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Your date?”

Luke furrows his brows, “Don’t sound so shocked, you’ll offend Fleur. She’s more than worthy to be my date.”

Fleur rolls her eyes and prods him in the ribs with the sharp edge of her elbow, “I’m doing you a favour.”

Luke bends down and kisses her cheek, “And I’m just joking, of course. I feel like the luckiest boy in the world right now.”

“That’s because you are,” you retort, earning a chortle from Fleur. She smiles, and it seems to glow as though she’s bathed in moonlight. 

“So, you’re Luke’s little sister,” Fleur says, her eyes glittering.

“Unfortunately,” you tease in French, the accent rolling off your tongue, and Fleur gives a surprised laugh.

“I have a little sister too,” she replies in French, and you can tell she’s trying to fight back a proud grin, “She’s back in France.”

“Do you think she’ll come over for the second and third task?”

“I hope so,” Fleur sighs, just as Professor McGonagall claps for everyone’s attention.

Students begin to stream into the Great Hall, leaving just the four champions and their dates. Realising what’s going on, you turn back to Fleur, who’s startling blue eyes are already on you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N),” she smiles at you, taking Luke’s arm as he finishes a murmured conversation with Cedric.

“You too, Fleur,” you grin, already imagining Ron’s face when you tell him you’ve actually had a proper conversation with Fleur Delacour.

Fleur tugs Luke away by the elbow, who seems reluctant to end his conversation with Cedric. As you wait for them to finish up, you spot Harry stealing glances at you and your breath hitches. He seems to be struggling to keep his eyes off you, fighting hard with a jelly-like resolve. You flash him a small smile and wave and Harry turns away.

When Luke and Fleur leave to line up in front of the procession Professor McGonagall ordered, you cock your head at Cedric and give him a careful slide glance.

“What was that about?” You whisper, sliding your arm under his, and Cedric shakes his head dismissively.

“Nothing,” he reassures, though there is an adorable, moon crescent furrow in his brow.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Professor McGonagall asks.

There are a couple of nods and murmured answers and Professor McGonagall spins on the clunky heel of her Mary Janes, striding toward the large, wooden doors.

You shoot Hermione a nervous glance over your shoulder, to where she stands behind you, and she grins nervously.

Professor McGonagall pushes the doors open.

Your breath hitches.

***

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Welcome to my Chocolate Box Exchange letter, Chocolate Box is a low pressure fanfiction exchange where assignments only have to be 300 words or more. I’m on AO3 as ViolentFlowers and I’m a lurker who likes to write with a deadline breathing down my neck.

I’m not strict on the format for gifts, I love first/second/third pov and past or present tense; so please feel free to write in what you enjoy the most. Any rating is fine.

Likes! I like stories about women characters; I enjoy getting to know them and  seeing the world from their point of view.

I love femslash. I enjoy stories with established relationships, where the sharp edges of the characters remain but the characters still find a way to fit together. I’m into snarky characters that bounce back from being pushed down. I’m also way more into Rivals to Lovers then Friends to Lovers.  I enjoy restraints and power plays.

I’m open to dark themes but I also really enjoy it when a dark story can still make me laugh. I enjoy crack so feel free to play around. My favorite type of story is one where the normal tropes are subverted in interesting ways. I love stories about music, bands, or musician AUs. Feel free to add them into any of these fandoms, I love them!

I love porn! I enjoy characters exploring their bodies, finding out what they fantasizes about, what gets them hot and bothered, also masturbation(I really like masturbation). Both plot driven stories that have a sex and PWP (Plot What Plot) are great but it’s also fine if you fade to black on the sex or if the characters just show affection. Hugs, hand holding, kissing, support, and love are also great! If for whatever reason you don’t want to write porn please don’t force yourself, I love the bond that characters can have with each other when they love each other and that doesn’t have to be detailed porn… unless you like that.

Do Not Wants - No incest please. I do not want men raping women, but I’m okay with rape in other aspects. I do not want watersports or scat. 

I would prefer if underage characters were aged up to 16 for explicit porn. For fade to black sex I don’t mind if the characters are underage.

Fandoms!

Anya’s Ghost - Anya Borzakovskaya/Siobhan,  Anya Borzakovskaya/Emily Reilly,  and Anya Borzakovskaya/Elizabeth Standard

Anya/Siobhan - I’d love to see these two grow closer while dealing with the supernatural! Possessions, witches, spirits, werewolves, things that go bump in the night. When and how did they become friends? What kind of embarrassing crush has Siobhan been hiding from Anya? Or is it Anya that has the crush? Or does it turn out to be both? What happens when one or the other starts dating a boy/another girl? Does college change anything? Does one of them have supernatural relatives? Getting a car? Getting their driver's license. Sleepovers? Dressing and undressing each other.

Elizabeth/Anya - The popular girl who's not as happy as she seems and the girl that isn't popular but just wants to fit in. I’d love to see them sneak around with each other, maybe not realizing the growing feelings between the two of them. Or is it like fake/pretend dating to get back at Sean? Has Elizabeth been trying to deny that she really likes girls or has it been a thing that she just tries not to think about because of course she likes boys, right? All of the coming of age stories where either of them realize that maybe they’re not straight, but with spooky things. Maybe Emily locks them in a closet together so she can get to Sean. Maybe Elizabeth gets bitten by a werewolf. Maybe one of them gets visions. Maybe they end up working on a school project together and have to battle vampires. Maybe Sean gets turned into a vampire and they have to hole up together and get rid of their virginity. Hate sex. Putting on makeup.

Emily/Anya - Something creepy and messed up for this would be awesome. Non-con or dubcon are both okay for this pairing. Possession, paralyzation, or somnophilia would be really interesting. A missing scene from the book would be great too with creepy creeping. I also like the idea of Emily ghosting her phantom form through Anya's body to touch her under her clothing or inside her. Emily could invade Anya's dreams to interact with Anya in a way that Anya can't escape. Or maybe Emily could become really small and touch Anya sexually in public. What if at the end of the book Emily didn't move on, but instead moved into Anya's body? Sharing it with her. What if she pushed Anya out of her own body? I'm partial to light bondage and restraints.

Gravity Falls - Wendy Corduroy/Mabel Pines, Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines,  Wendy Corduroy/Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines

Wendy Corduroy/Mabel Pines - I really like both Wendy and Mabel and feel like Wendy’s rough affection and Mabel’s aggressive cheerfulness complement each other. I’d love to see a story exploring how Wendy is more than what people assume about her and that Mabel is one of the few people that's paying enough attention to really understand her. I’d love to see the two of them go on an adventure or save the town, so that they get a chance to see what makes each other tick while growing closer/realize they like each other. Or, I don’t know, something like pretending to date to get rid of a creepy stalker, body swapping with each other, or any other terrible cliche story plot. Kidnapped by mermaids! End of the world confessions!

Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines - I think that Pacifica would have a hard time even getting across to Mabel how much she actually liked her because she just doesn’t seem to understand normal human interactions. I also think Mabel, once she realized that her feelings for Pacifica were attraction, would be either be extremely upfront or possibly even more awkward then normal.

I’d love to see Mabel unknowingly drawing Pacifica close to her by the sheer force of her goofy affection. Or maybe Pacifica trying and failing to ask Mabel out by stand offish presents and over the top displays of wealth. Pacifica gives Mabel a make over! Trapped, with my crush, in my multi-million dollar artificial intelligence controlled mansion that's trying to kill me! PROM NIGHT OF HORRORS... and kissing.

Wendy Corduroy/Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines - Basically smush any two prompts from above and maybe add Bill! I just really want to see the three of them work like a smoothly oiled machine to defeat their varied and outrageous relationship problems and anything else that gets in their way.

Daria (Cartoon) - Jane Lane/Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane/Quinn Morgendorffer

Jane Lane/Daria Morgendorffer - Show me their first time! Do they get drunk/high and make out? Does one of them do something that's sneaky and nice for the other and the other one catches them at it? Does Daria write a story that's basically about how she wants to bang Jane? Show me how they argue! Is it a fight that ends in kissing? Does one get frosty and won't talk to the other? Is there strange art making that gets in the way of everything? Or is it all a back and forth of snark and sarcasm?

The future! What if one of them went to college, believing it'll suck, only for it to be amazing. Except, they keep turning to where the other person should be, but they're not there to share the adventures and successes. So when finally the other comes out to visit they realize how much they want the other to always be there. Alternatively one of them becomes wildly successful, like Bill Gates level, and things get really weird for them, but the only thing that isn't crazy is their relationship with each other.

Jane Lane/Quinn Morgendorffer - Jane and Quinn are two different characters staring at each other across a long divide of expectations and snark. I’d love to see what it would take to bridge the gap between them. Is Quinn going through a phase and wanting to make out with a girl? Does she need practice for an acting job? Is Quinn secretly a porn star? Does Jane not know what to do when she finds out that Quinn is mean to her because she’s had a crush on Jane since forever? Does Jane feel drawn to Quinn in a way she’s never felt comfortable with? Does Daria finally set them up together? Does Quinn becoming a fashion mogul, rich and powerful, and then when she returns to Lawndale she sweeps into town like a hurricane, upsetting everything only to end up dominating Jane in a torrid fling?

Harry Potter -  Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - I really like it when Draco suffers. I like canon school age stories where both Harry and Draco are obsessed with each other or where different events cause them to begin to understand each other. But I also like stories set post-canon/after the war where it shows the two of them figuring out who they really are and how they fit or don't fit into regular wizard society. I love redemption/corruption arcs and also wild "what if" story ideas, the weirder the better!

What if Draco was a weredragon? Cough, what if one of them has a tentacle? Or what if, there was a secret Potter/Malloy family curse? Maybe Draco summons a demon, gets an incubus and doesn't realize it, so when he wishes to be the most powerful wizard, instead he ends up being able to fix anything so long as he uses his dick! One of them likes to feed stray cats only now they are starting to believe that one of the cats is actually the other stuck in their animagus form. Butterbeer, how is it made? You'll never believe it...

Scott Pilgrim - Knives Chau/Kim Pine, Envy Adams/Knives Chau, and Envy Adams/Kim Pine

Envy Adams/Kim Pine - In no way do I think this meeting of minds would be friendly, but I have a burning desire to have Envy and Kim hang out together and (possibly)have a pissed off make out session, or angry hate sex. Maybe during the Scott Pilgrim movies’ Chaos theater preparation/rehearsal/sound check or maybe after Kim has hit the big time as a musician/music writer/professional shit talker/producer who runs into Envy at an event.

Envy Adams/Knives Chau - I would be really interested to see these two meet back up in the future. Is Knives better known, more important, different? Has Envy’s career taking off, bombed, ended up in the middle? Do they hit it off or is this just about pay back? Is Knives still good or did she end up becoming a bad girl?

Knives Chau/Kim Pine - I’d love to see more of what happens between Knives and Kim, was that drunken kiss the only kiss that they shared and it keeps Knives up at night, or did that blossom into a relationship? Or did they drift apart only to meet up later in life and find themselves once more drawn to each? But this time are the roles reversed and Kim is the one looking up to Knives or is Knives still looking like Kim is the sun in her sky? Does Knives at least knock Kim off balance by how far she’s come? Or are they both down on their luck? Has life knocked them around so much that they actually end up hooking up without even recognizing each other? Just another drunken one night stand, only surprise, it’s that person that they haven’t thought about in forever – that person they couldn’t stop thinking about.

Other Space - Karen Lipinski/Tina Shukshin

Karen Lipinski/Tina Shukshin - I'd really like Karen, and want her to get closer to Tina... But Karen can't seem to handle emotions so it's way more likely that they'd get dosed with space sex pollen or be accidentally married or get shot into space sharing a tiny escape pod that was originally a reality show closed set where they used to shoot porn.

Feel free to use any sort of cliche SF space plot, space madness, accidentally becoming gods to a tiny civilization, trapped on a planet, aliens made them do it, fake married, hey I grew a tentacle, end of the world sex, or good old body swap.

I'd love a story set back when they were both at the UMP Academy. Maybe a story where after Karen and Tina have their terrible first time together, they for some reason keep having unsatisfying sex over and over until they manage to have really amazing sex, which ruins everything.

I'd like them to wrestle in space jello for dominance! Neither of them lose both of them win!

Crossover Fandom - Star Butterfly (Star vs. The Forces Of Evil)/Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Star Butterfly/Mabel Pines - OMG! The glitter, the excitement, the unicorns! I think this pairing could be amazing! Think of how much fun it would be for Mabel to go to Mewni and or encounter all the weirdness and magic. Or what happens when Star gets stuck in Gravity Falls and she causes total chaos! How do the two of them meet? What are the dates like? Is it a slow burn or a tornado of attraction and glitter. Do they meet on a dating show, at an interdimensional convention where Mabel is trapped as Bill's date, in a very big house in the country, in collage, princess reform school, or maybe in prison?

Alternatively anything where Mabel ends up with Star's wand.

Lady of the Shard - Acolyte/Radiant Goddess and Acolyte/Old God

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Acolyte/Radiant Goddess - I love all of the face touching, blushing, and size difference between these two characters. I would love to see more shared dreams, breakfast in bed, bathing and hair brushing, or maybe some kinky goddess worship.

Acolyte/Old God - The parts of the comic with the Old God really seemed like they were heading somewhere dark and I'd be very interested if you wanted to go down that path, but I'd also be okay with fluff as well. Some possible themes: loyalty kink, pinning, forced arousal, abusive relationship, mind control, brainwashing, non-con, mind wipe.

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Westworld - Elsie Hughes/Clementine Pennyfeather, Bernard Lowe/Robert Ford,  Logan/William, and  Man in Black/Teddy Flood.

Elsie Hughes/Clementine Pennyfeather - I'd like something sweet for this pairing. Maybe where Elsie gets seduced by Clementine while fixing or testing her. Maybe Clementine showed elevated interest in Elsie from day one and neither of them know why. Problems with an update causes some sexual issues that Elsie has to get hands on to fix. Or maybe Elsie decides that more testing is needed to work out a problem with Clementine. I'd also enjoy something where Clementine turns the tables on Elsie or at least thinks she's turning the tables. I like the idea of Elsie being attracted to Clementine, so when Clementine shows interest in Elsie they start a strange secret relationship of sneaked affections. Please no non-con for this pairing, dubcon is okay.

For the rest of these pairings I'd rather you went dark, I'd love something with non-con or dubcon. Though I'm not a huge fan of extreme violence or death; feel free to include it if the story calls for it just don't linger on it.

Things I love that would work well with these pairings: bondage, inappropriate gun use, intimidation, forced blowjobs, gangbangs, prostitution, sexual slavery, mind wipes, being aware that you're doing something but not being able to refuse, gloved hands, forced service.

Bernard Lowe/Robert Ford - What interesting things did Robert program into Bernard and how do he test them out? What has Bernard forgotten?

Logan/William - Peel back the not so friendly banter to expose the delicious dark non-con center. I'm interested in all of the missing scenes from when the two of them were searching for Dolores while Logan was tied up at William's mercy. What did William do to Logan to get revenge? Did William pimp Logan out for information? I'm also interested in the flip side when Logan had William tied up. I'd love to know how there new dynamic might work when they end up back in the real world.

Man in Black/Teddy Flood - How many times did the MiB take his anger out on Teddy for getting in the way? Feel free to tell me all about it.

Teen Wolf (TV) - Adrian Harris/Stiles Stilinski,  Gerard Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character(s), Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Gerard Argent/Derek Hale, and Derek Hale/Original Male Character(s)

For these pairings I'm looking for dark messed up stuff with non-con. I'm not a huge fan of extreme violence or death; feel free to include it, but don't linger on it.

Things I love that would work well with these pairings: bondage, inappropriate gun use, intimidation, forced blowjobs, gangbangs, prostitution, sexual slavery, sex pollen, forced service manipulation, abuse of authority, molestation, somnophilia, A/B/O, anything with power play, I'm okay with AUs.

Kate Argent/Derek Hale - Any expanding on canon where Kate gropes, molests, prostitutes, or gets Derek off against his will from when she had him tied up at her mercy. Any scene from back when Derek was young and thought he was in love. I really like the idea of Kate swooping in and kidnapping Derek for her own nefarious purposes after she burns his house.

Gerard Argent/Derek Hale - Down for pretty much anything horrible here. Kidnapping and forced breeding? Brain washed and kept as a pet. Derek caged or chained up and used for sex.

Derek Hale/Original Male Character(s) - Hunter/rival pack gangbang. Sexually abused for a magic spell.

I like Bottom!Stiles, but I like him horny and defiant while also being scared and hating the things that are happening to him.

Adrian Harris/Stiles Stilinski - Harris really likes to take out his anger on Stiles. Maybe something happens during detention, or he sets a trap to teach Stiles a lesson. Stiles is an alpha/omega in hiding and Harris claims him against his will. Harris somehow get the legal standing to punish Stiles as he sees fit.

Gerard Argent/Stiles Stilinski - I want more about what happened in the basement. Or for Gerard to kidnap Stiles for his own uses.

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski - Down for pretty much anything horrible here. Banter and non-con. Kidnapping, breeding, pay back, amusement, knotting.

Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character(s) - Hunter/dirty cop/rival pack gangbang or kidnaping.