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hd-wireless · 2 years ago

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📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #1

🎶 Just a perfect week Read fanfiction in the park And then later When it gets dark, look at art. Just a perfect week Reading at work in the loo, And then later a podfic, too And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect fest We're glad to share it with you Oh, such a perfect fest It just keeps us reading on, It just keeps us reading on. 🎶

🎤 Welcome to our 8th round of H/D Wireless!

The time has finally come to start posting all the fantastic entries we’ve received this year!

We’ve revealed 14 top hits so far, with many more to come. The mods have been working non-stop since December to make this happen, so we’re beyond excited to finally be back 🤩

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️

And here for the YouTube playlist.

And now without further ado, our Wrap-up for the first week of posting:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Why don't you like me? [T, digital comic]

🎵Song Prompt: Grace Kelly by MIKA 🎵Summary Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

📻 Alive [E, Digital comic]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Alive' by 'Sia' 🎵 Summary Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Before the Cold Sets In [T, 9,154, origami art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies 🎵 Summary But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Everybody Hates a Tourist [E, 51,500]

🎵 Song Prompt: Common People by Pulp 🎵 Summary On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

📻 Take You Home [E, 26,333]

🎵 Song Prompt: Fuck the Pain Away by Peaches and Take You Home by Dido 🎵 Summary Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

📻 love is just a shout in the void [M, 4,489]

🎵 Song Prompt: i'm in love with u, sorry by j'san 🎵 Summary Draco accidentally texts Potter his biggest secret and he’s pretty sure the Chosen Prat isn’t ready to hear anything close to it. So he pretends he didn’t mean to. But the problem is: Potter is still as infuriating as ever, if not more than he was before.

📻 The Two Of Us In Sympathy [M, 5,782]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rent by Pet Shop Boys. 🎵 Summary Draco Malfoy is a sex worker. Harry Potter is the client who falls in love with him.

📻 Vipera Berus [M, 20,614]

🎵 Song Prompt: Just Pretend by Bad Omens 🎵 Summary Everything was fine. Draco resided at the Manor, made a decent living selling potions and most of his customers actually kept coming back despite his last name. Hence, Draco was fine. He really was. And so what, if he was still waiting.

📻 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave [M, 2,226]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Two-Headed Boy' by 'Neutral Milk Hotel' 🎵 Summary The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

📻 (you) find me when the lights go down [T, 1,839]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'save me from the monster in my head' by 'Welshly Arms' 🎵 Summary Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night. "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

📻 If You Took the Time to Try [T, 18,169]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Go Like" by Fox Stevenson 🎵 Summary Last summer, Draco's impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he's looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

📻 Title & Possession [E, 49,063]

🎵 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company - Asking Alexandria 🎵 Summary Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [podfic] [M, 33 minutes]

🖋️ Original author: Jackvbriefs 🎵 Song Prompt: Black Sheep by Metric 🎵 Summary The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Moldova's Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic [E, 2:46:12]

🖋️ Original author: aibidil 🎵 Song Prompt: Clint Eastwood by Gorrillaz 🎵 Summary Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

#HD Wireless #hd wireless 2023 #drarry #drarry art #drarry fic #drarry podfic #weekly wrap up no 1

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r3dblccd · 1 year ago

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#insp; mrithun

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youngninelifer · 1 year ago

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#music #✨✨✨#Spotify

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akantorrr · 1 year ago

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Last song: I'm listening to a playlist rn so uhhhhh How I'd Kill by Cowboy Malfoy? November by Sparkbird? Coraline by Maneskin? Take your pick xD

Favorite color: Orange!

Last movie/TV show: Jojo Rabbit (11/10, but ouch that gut punch (affectionate) of a scene with the butterfly...)

Sweet/spicy/savory?: Savory. All my life. Spicy 2nd, I'll get sick (both literally and not) of sweet stuff in .2 seconds

Relationship status: Single and maybe starting to get ready to mingle pfft

Last thing I googled: "sunset color palette" I be cooking something in the art department, purple/orange is my jam :>

Current obsession: Beasts Of Bermuda, Our Flag Means Death, Ultrakill- again, take your pick, I rotate all 3 in my head like a rotisserie chicken on the regular.

Tag nine people: I am NOT tagging 9 people. The only 2 people I would have tagged are above me lmao sorry (but feel free to join in if you see this :>)

nine people I'd like to get to know better

tagged by @wiishopwednesday :D (see its reply here heehee)

last song: anything you want by jawny

favorite color: blue, turquoise, anything in the blue/green zone :]

last movie/TV show: the fandom: a furry documentary

sweet/spicy/savory?: savory, spicy a close second. not a big sweet tooth

relationship status: professional bitchless bisexual

last thing I googled: chinese fruit cake

current obsession: ultrakill as always, but also slowly chipping away at keith ballard's echo playthrough. nearing end of jenna's route rn. Oh Man. Oh Boy

tag nine people: NO pressure of course!!! i know we barely talk; i just think you guyses are neat B) @netherthelesss @pit-of-feathers @wikwalker @stoshasaurus @pilksus @misshapfel @vellichorom @tomiechu @0-000000 @ you, dear reader (anyone else that wants to do this :D)

#an excuse to talk about me? don't mind if I do lmfao narcisism is my 2nd name #fuck it posting this on the uk main acc just cause

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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First Rodeo ~Country Cissy ~Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black xFem Reader

Country Cissy~ First Rodeo; not exactly canon and following to first part. Just overall the same character or personality of a Southern Narcissa Malfoy... Also, I decided to combine the idea of a virgin!reader into the mix...

Southern Mommy

Mommy...Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, virgin!reader, mind reading, eating out, fingering, sex, more implied sex, praise kink, implied mommy kink

1k words

Enjoy (;

You walked into the bar and the smell of whiskey smacked you in the face. You went up to the bar and ordered what everyone seemed to be having here: whiskey.

The bartender had a southern twang of an accent. A deep twang. The bar was loud and chaotic and mostly taken up by a dance space.

And there were many “cowboys” I guess you could call them on the dance floor, trying to get ladies you assumed.

You just called them pricks.

But among the mass of dancing cowboy boots, you noticed a particular woman.

She was knocking her boots in a rhythm that brought you into a trance.

Her hips swayed side to side in the most elegant manner.

She was stunning.

From her stomping cowboy boots to her luscious red lips, to her delicate yet strong looking hands.

She caught your eye and winked and you blushed, looking away. That’s when you noticed how many other people had their eyes trained on her.

Specifically, how many men were staring at her, like they were just undressing her with their eyes...

Disgusting...

You continued your night, but your attention stayed on this woman.

She must have been at least 50... But Damn... That thought made her even more attractive.

Eventually, the woman had decided that she was done dancing and made her way over to the bartender. You immediately looked away.

“Buy me a drink, Darling?” the woman purred.

You turned towards her, and you swore you would do any fucking thing for her...

“Um... Sure!” was your response.

She chuckled at that, “I just thought that with all your starin’, you’d at least owe me a drink”.

You stood there just in shook and embarrassment for a minute. “Um... I’m not really good at this.” you hesitantly tried to explain, but she interrupted you, “That’s alright darling, what’s your name?”.

You answered and asked back, “What’s yours?”.

She laughed and purred in response, “Depends what you mean to me. For now, you, darling, can call me Cissy.”

You were at the bar drinking and talking for a bit, when eventually Cissy said “Well love, you should probably head back home. You’ve a good amount of alcohol and we wouldn’t want you becoming prey to anyone”.

As heart warming as this was, you were tipsy and starting to get bold. You leaned in and whispered, “But what if I don’t want to go home? What if I want to do something else?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Cissy chuckled, “Let’s see what sober you has to see about that...”

She muttered a spell and you could feel all the alcohol dissipate from your body.

You immediately realized and regretted what you had previously said. And apparently your face showed that as Cissy erupted out in laughter.

When she had settled down she looked more serious and purred, “Now. Was that just drunk you takin’ or somethin’ else?”

You avoided her look.

“I... You...nevermind.” you huffed.

“No...” Cissy sternly purred, “Tell me.”

You looked at her in her radiance. And your doubts started to flood your mind...

She’s too old for you. Your a virgin for gods sake and she’s a fucking goddess.

“A goddess? Well, I don’t know about that...” Cissy interrupted you.

Shit. Was she a Legillemens??

“Yes...I am” she hesitatingly said this time.

You just stood there in shock, regretting every though you had about her ever.

“You didn’ answer my question, darling... Do you still want this?” She hesitantly asked.

You looked at her.

“You want me?”

She chuckled, “Love, your beautiful. And it would be my honor to be your first time.”

You just nodded in response.

Next thing you know, You’ve apparatted with Cissy into what you assume is her bedroom. It reflected her personality perfectly. And in the middle there was a massive bed.

“Lay on the bed for me, darling.”

You did as you were told and layed down on your back on the bed. You were nervous. But you wanted her.

“It’s alright love, just tell me if I should stop and I will, alright?”

You nodded.

She took your clothes off, and then hers so that you were both completely naked and vulnerable to each other.

She held herself above you and then she kissed you. You immediately reciprocated, at least with what you knew how to.

“That’s it, darling.” Cissy encouraged you as you fell deeper into the kiss.

She then began to pepper you body with marks and kisses. She got to your breasts which made you cry out but in a good way.

“That’s right, love. Let me hear your moans” Cissy purred, as she continued to work her way down you body.

She continued with the praise the entire time. She reached your thighs and slowly pulled them apart. “Is it ok if I use my fingers and tongue, love?”

You were needy now and desperate for more touch, “Yes, god yes” you mewled.

Cissy smirked, “Good Girl” she purred.

She started out with slow laps to your folds and light pressure on your clit, but she quickly sped up.

You could feel your body building up to something more and more, “Fuck, Cissy please” you moaned.

“That’s it, love. Let it go. Let it wash over you”

And then you came. Cissy helped you ride out your post-orgasm bliss, and then she came up to kiss you with her luscious, cum coated lips.

“Fuck me...” you moaned in delight.

Cissy hummed, “I plan on doing that properly in a minute”.

You moaned in anticipation, “How are you so good at this?”.

Cissy lustfully chuckled.

She came up to your ear, but not before sticking her pointer finger inside you causing you to mewl and moan in need.

She added and pumped a second finger into you making you scream her name in delight.

That’s when she answered your question, as you were cumming a second time this time on her digits, “This ain’t my first rodeo, darling” she purred in delight.

#virgin!reader #narcissa malfoy #narcissa smut #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy smut #country narcissa #narcissa x reader #narcissa malfoy x reader #narcissa black smut #narcissa black x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #harry potter #smut #mommy issues #hot mommy #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#mommy k!nk #Spotify

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phoebe-delia · 3 years ago

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Takes One to Know One

Rated M for implied and slight NSFW. Also angst. Based on "cowboy like me" by Taylor Swift.

The first time it happened, I could chalk it up to coincidence.

That we'd both be at the same gala, drinking the same cheap rose and plastering the same false smiles on our faces, stealing secret scowls at one another—it had to be the worst kind of serendipity, a karmic irony.

The grift I'd planned, the scheme that my every move had been leading up to for months was out the window the moment I saw you.

What I couldn't have expected, though, was the way we stumbled into bed, clumsy and fierce and competitive. And, come to find out, that we'd been there for the same reason.

"I'm tired of those arseholes pretending they give a shit and then not doing anything about it," you'd said before taking a drag of your cigarette. It was, at that point, the most surreal form of pillow talk I'd ever experienced. "Plus, they kept inviting me to those fucking things, so I figure I might as well get something out of them."

"How noble," I'd mused.

You'd snorted. "You're doing the same. I've seen the donation records at Hogwarts."

I'd looked at you sharply. "You have no evidence th—"

You'd chuckled. "Come off it, Malfoy. I know for a fact that between the reparations your family paid after the war, and the fact that you earn an average Ministry salary, you couldn't possibly have gotten all that money on your own."

It had made me speechless, so I scowled instead. You just laughed again, because you're an insufferable git for whom my hatred knows no bounds.

"We could team up," you'd said, eyes calculating. "My status and your legilimancy."

I'd merely reached over and plucked the cigarette from your fingers, twisting it thoughtfully between my thumb and forefinger, lips pursed. I took a drag, letting the smoke billow from my lips before passing it back to you.

"Thanks for the offer, Potter, I'm flattered," I'd said, rising from your bed and slipping into my now rumpled clothes. "But I work alone."

You'd hummed, golden skin looking warm against the white sheets, limbs spread out insouciantly on the bed. I willed my eyes not to glance down at the way the sheet was slightly tented between your legs. "Ah, well. I suppose I'll see you next time, Malfoy."

I'd huffed. "Don't count on it, Potter."

This, tonight, was the fifth time we'd run into each other at one of these farcical events. I felt your presence before I heard or saw you. I knew you were there; sensed you, like I've always done. I was starting to suspect you were stalking me, and I told you as much, murmuring my accusations when you appeared beside me at the bar.

You'd smirked. "I don't think I'd be able to find you if you didn't want to be found."

Tonight, sticky and sated, you roll off of me with a groan. I bask in the afterglow, trying to memorize the sight of you in my bed, the way your hair and skin look against my sheets, my pillowcases.

You let out a contented sigh. "You were right."

"To which instance of my being right are you referring? There are so many possibilities."

You scoff, a short and halfhearted thing. "About us not working together. It's better this way. Keeps things simple."

I grunt in answer, nonplussed at the sudden wave of hurt that washes over me. I feel vulnerable, somehow; exposed. And I hate it so viscerally, so instantly.

So, I say, "About time for you to head out now, isn't it, Potter?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Kicking me out, Malfoy?"

I shrug cooly. "You fulfilled your purpose here. You're a decent fuck, but I'm tired, now. So," I wave a hand. "Shoo."

You roll your eyes, seemingly unfazed, and it makes me even angrier, so I kick at you until you slide out of bed with an irritated, "Okay, okay, jeez."

You dress, and I feel your gaze on me the entire time, even as I turn onto my side, my back to you, and demand that you "turn out the lights on your way out, Potter."

You slip out the door, the hinges closing so softly it might as well have been the wind.

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m0srael · 3 years ago

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He Was a Skater Boy [19k | E]

Summary: Harry Potter intends to spend his eighth year at Hogwarts avoiding the endless stares, whispers, and nosy questions that never seem to leave him be. He wants nothing more than to hide in the quiet solitude of his dorm room, keep his head down, and wallow in his grief. At least, that's his plan right up until the moment Draco Malfoy kick-flips his life upside down.

Excerpt: As he warms up, Malfoy starts catching more air and his tricks become more complex. Eventually, he clambers up onto a particularly large fragment of wall and drops straight down onto a ramp that looks cobbled together from roof tiles and cross beams. Harry gasps softly when he accelerates up a matching ramp on the other side of the room and launches probably twelve feet into the air.

After twenty minutes or so, Malfoy strips off his hoodie and tosses it carelessly onto a pile of stones, leaving him in just an oversized black t-shirt. He skates hard—attempting trick after trick and landing most of them—until he’s panting and dripping sweat. His damp hair clings to his forehead and the nape of his neck, and Harry watches him dart out his tongue to catch a bead of perspiration that rolls onto his upper lip.

Harry thinks Malfoy might be about to pack it in—the lunch hour is practically over, anyway—because he weaves his way right in front of Harry’s perch and toward the door. Suddenly, one of the skateboard wheels catches on a tiny piece of debris, causing it to skid to a stop, and Malfoy sprawls out on the ground face-first. It takes every ounce of his—admittedly scant—self-control to keep Harry from throwing off the cloak and leaping to the ground.

Malfoy rolls onto his back, still sprawled out on the dusty ground, and hisses as he rolls his left wrist around in his right hand as though checking for a sprain. He looks injured, but to Harry’s surprise, he starts to laugh. Louder and more genuinely than Harry’s ever heard. His whole body shakes with it, and it’s hard to tell through all the sweat but Harry thinks he sees tears gathering in the corners of Malfoy’s eyes.

As though in slow motion, Malfoy reaches a hand down and gathers up the hem of his t-shirt. Harry feels his face flush hot as he watches the long, pale expanse of Malfoy’s torso gradually come into view as he hikes his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. He’s so skinny—his baggy clothes hide just how thin he really is—but firm muscle ripples underneath the skin of his stomach. Harry definitely doesn’t notice the sharp jut of his hip bones, or follow the thin trail of blond curls that starts at Malfoy’s navel and disappears into—

Bloody hell. The waistband of his green boxers that are bunched up over the top of his jeans. They’re covered in little snakes. Little snakes wearing little hats. There’s even one that looks like a tiny, scaly cowboy. Harry wonders briefly if he’s died and become a ghost without noticing because he can’t feel any of his limbs. His stomach feels weird—kind of tight and achy, but warm and tingly at the same time.

Read the rest on Ao3!

A very non-mini fic for the @drarrymicrofic winter Wheel of Drarry Exchange. @ronbinary: I hope you like this little plot bunny that got wildly out of control (mostly thanks to @softlystarstruck). I hope this fulfills all your 8th year, weird Draco, everyone is gay dreams!! Thanks also to @pixieliciousnippletassles and ActualSquid for the beta help!!

#wheel of drarry mini exchange #drarrymicrofic #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #mosewrites

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years ago

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sweet & sour | part 5.

Summary: Y/N L/N. Ex-member of the girl group Lemonade. Ilvermorny was great until everything fell apart between her and her group members. Needing a break, she decides to transfer to Hogwarts.

Warnings: none

Pairing: george wealsey x black!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N I: so many off canon things, so many

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You groaned at McGonagall’s formal announcement of the Halloween Ball. The House-hosted parties were one thing but a formal ball hosted by the school was an entirely different matter. Cho, who had come to sit with her boyfriend, chuckled.

“Most people love hearing there’s a dance.”

“Well you have a guaranteed date with Cedric, of course you’re excited.”

Cho gave you a look. “And you think you don’t have a date? Seriously? Not all the boys staring? Not to mention the girls too.”

“People are always staring.”

She paused because you weren’t wrong. Even she couldn’t tell what was talk amongst fans and talk amongst people who might actually like you. You stood up from the table with her and Cedric— he had Transfiguration while you and Cho had Charms.

“I want a date that’s not going to make a post saying they’re at the dance with me. I’d actually like a guy to ask me just once, ‘Hey (Y/N) would you like to go to the dance with me?’.”

Cedric threw an arm around Cho, taking the opportunity to flick the side of your head. You glared and he proceeded to flick you in the forehead just because. Cho rolled her eyes at his antics but didn’t say anything. She was still focused on you and your date dilemma.

“What do they normally ask?”

“You know we’d break Wizgram, so you and I should go to the dance. What do you think?”

“Really?” Cho furrowed her brows.

You nodded. “Really. All the boys in normal classes were too nervous to ever approach and everyone in dual track is on the path to becoming a bitchy entertainer. Dates are PR and numbers to them, a school dance doesn’t mean anything to them.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, I’m used to it.”

Cedric said goodbye to both of you as you approached the Charms classrooms. Your day continued with eye rolls as one of the boys just got asked to the dance after Charms ended and another girl got asked before Potions began. You caught many side eyes throughout the day but no one was brave enough to actually ask you to the dance. The quick glances continued well into the week.

You thought Justin was going to ask you after Friday’s game but he abruptly turned around and chickened out halfway through. Cedric laughed hysterically much to your expense— he thought the intimidation was the funniest thing. As Saturday came, you weren’t laughing. You also found that you didn’t care much as you walked into the Great Hall. This wouldn’t be the first time you didn’t have someone ask you.

“And just when you could forget she wasn’t British,” Dean muttered and they all looked over.

“Are those cowboy boots?” Harry asked.

“Forget the boots, she’s actually wearing a witch’s hat. Do Americans still do that?”

“She looks like a mini McGonagall.”

You strolled over to your table, Cedric’s eyes narrowing. Giving him a cheeky smile, you started to pour yourself some cereal. The weekend had rolled back around and just because your date with Malfoy was a dare didn’t mean that you weren’t going to dress nice for it.

“I told you you’d cough up your sweater,” you said before taking a bite.

Cedric scoffed. “Funny, I don’t recall giving it to you.”

“Locker room.”

“I threw it at you and Zac!”

You and Zac had been making fun of him and Cho for a few days, mainly how Cedric seemed to be constantly throwing googly eyes at a girl who clearly was more reserved in PDA. He said that you two didn’t know a thing about romance— you and Zac said he was just a cheeseball.

You shrugged. “The way you give a gift is a bit unconventional but the gift is appreciated nonetheless.”

“That’s not… whatever. Anyway, cowboy boots? Seriously, Americans actually wear those?”

“I mean not everyone does but they’re a classic. I look cute.” You stood up and gave a twirl. “Say I look cute.”

“You look cute.”

“Sound like you mean it.”

“You look absolutely adorable in my jumper that you stole when I wasn’t paying attention. Did I mention you stole it? Little thief. It doesn’t even fit.”

“Looking like a dress is kind of the point.”

“I’m not getting it back am I?”

“The day Salem doesn’t think his reflection in the mirror is a different cat is the day you’ll get it back.”

You watched Cedric’s face suddenly go from fun and teasing to a flatline. Raising an eyebrow, you gave him a look but your friend didn’t have to answer because you felt a hand on your shoulder. You tilted your head back and then turned when you realized that you couldn’t see past the brim of your witch’s hat. Draco stood there with his hands in his pockets.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded and stood up. Draco looked down at your outstretched hand, trying not to sneer. The sneer went to a look of confusion when he heard you giggle.

“I don’t have many experiences with dates but this is the part where you grab my hand,” you whispered in an exaggerated fashion.

Your Gryffindor friends remembered their game night, suddenly not pleased with the dare that you had been given. They all wanted to throw up at the sight of seeing you walk off with Malfoy. Of course, you didn’t know him like they did but they still couldn’t believe that you even offered him your hand. You, on the other hand, were already having fun as you left the castle grounds. This was your first non PR date.

You and Draco talked about your lives— him not offering as much information as you did. He led you around to every shop, a bit pleased at seeing someone who hadn’t been to the little village a thousand times. Everything was new and exciting to you which made Hogsmeade seem a bit different for once. Like he planned, Draco took you to Honeydukes and bought sweets that weren’t popular in America.

Lunch came but you weren’t hungry enough so both of you took your tea from Madam Puddifoot to-go and walked around some more. Draco still detested that you were a muggleborn but the celebrity crush on LC version of himself was having the time of his life. He figured that one more date would satisfy him enough, plus he clearly wasn’t getting that snog out of you today. He also still wanted that before he rid his hands of a disgusting muggle-born.

“(Y/N), do you have a date for the Halloween Ball yet?”

You shook your head as you swallowed your drink. “Nope.”

“Go with me?” Draco asked, nonchalantly.

You weren’t sure how much you wanted to go with Malfoy. At the same time, it was probably the only date that you were getting. You accepted and watched Draco’s chest puff up slightly as he told you that he would be right back after going to the restroom. You leaned against the wall, holding both of your drinks while you waited. A smile graced your face when one of your favorite lanky redheads showed up.

George had been hyping himself up since McGonagall announced the Halloween dance. He wanted to ask you, was determined to do such, but didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. George often found that he was a bit tongue tied around you. He wasn’t even going to ask you today. After you walked away with Malfoy for that stupid dare, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His fingers clutched the bouquet a little bit tighter as you gave him a wave. George took in a deep breath.

“Hey, (Y/N), I was wondering if you would like to go with me to the Halloween Ball?” George stuck out the bouquet with no grace.

Your smile fell. “George… Draco just asked me and… well, I said I’d go with him.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. You should’ve asked me sooner, Georgie! I like you a lot more than Malfoy!” You tried to joke.

He gave a half-hearted laugh. “Not like I knew he would ask. I’m asking you now for the Yule Ball.”

“Cross my heart, I’ll go with you.”

“Not good enough, pinky promise.”

You stuck out a pinky and wrapped it around his. “I solemnly swear I will go to the Yule Ball with Georgie.”

You both nodded. Lowering his hand, the tall redhead turned to go before your date came out of the bathroom. He wasn’t comforted at all by you telling him that you would’ve preferred a friend over a practical stranger. All he heard from that was the potential that he just got friendzoned. George sulked back to the pub table with his flowers in hand. The others weren’t sure how to breach the subject so they looked to his twin. Fred slid his drink in front of his twin and ordered another one for himself.

“Did she say no?”

George laughed. “I wish. I didn’t even get a chance to ask her. That git Malfoy beat me to it.”

“She’s going with Malfoy?” Angelina’s mouth dropped open.

Lee shook his head. “It’s not like she knows anyone’s past here. Probably doesn’t know a single bad thing about Malfoy.”

“The snake saw the opportunity and took it.”

“Well, it doesn’t mean anything,” Alicia tried to comfort George. “It’s just an ask to the Halloween dance. There’s still the Yule Ball and then next semester. And dances don’t mean much anyway.”

“Yeah,” George muttered, not feeling much better at all about the situation.

(Part 6)...

#george weasley x black!reader #george weasley x reader

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moonstruckwytch · 4 years ago

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Muggles Are Extraordinary

i was inspired by @softlystarstruck and her 8th year ficlet response to the prompt cowboy. it included a bunch of my favorite things, ridiculous, curious draco malfoy, awkward, dorky, harry potter, the sheer joy of learning, and sharing, random information. it was a challenge to write something this contained for me (it’s only 1k !!) - most of my writing tends to sprawl until i’ve got a ton of lead up into the middle and no end in sight. i hope i did the concept justice. (you can also read bee’s fic here)

“Muggles,” Draco says one day in the 8th year common room “are extraordinary.”

He states this plainly, as though it’s a fact, which it is. Nevertheless, the entire room seems to exhale, letting go of a breath most of the occupants didn’t even know they were holding.

Harry ambles over to where Draco is seated with Pansy and Blaise, curious if there’s more to the statement, anticipating that there is.

He’s right of course.

“Really they are,” Draco is saying “Did you know they’ve been to the Moon?”

“They have not.” Pansy says, looking scandalized.

“Oh but they have Pansy, dearest” Draco waves a book in their face. “I read ahead in our muggle studies book. They went to the Moon, and an American named Michael Collins even orbited the far side. He’s the only man who’s been that far from the rest of humanity.”

“How for the love of Merlin did they do that without magic?” Pansy’s nose is scrunched up like they’re thinking particularly hard.

“Rockets.” Harry supplies from where he’s standing behind Draco, who starts at the sound of his voice.

“You’re going to need to be more specific.” Pansy says, frowning “On second thought, leave it at that. I don’t know what a rocket is, and I don’t think I want to.”

They make a grabby motion towards Blaise, who stands and takes their arm without hesitation. The two of them head out of the common room to do who knows what, who knows where. Harry’s not particularly fussed about it.

He walks around the couch Draco is seated on, and settles next to him. “Space travel this week, hm?” he asks.

Draco’s shoulders had slumped when pansy and blaise had left, clearly disappointed in losing his audience, but at the sound of Harry’s voice and shift of the couch he looks up.

“It’s fascinating really, do you want to hear more?” He looks tentatively excited, grey eyes bright with just the slightest undercurrent of insecurity in them. It’s a look Harry doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to Draco turning on him.

“Yes, please. If you’ve got the time.”

“Only if you’ve got the time to listen.”

Harry leans over and pokes Draco’s side. “I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to you talk.” It comes out too fond, to genuine, and he feels himself flush, wishing he could take it back.

Draco simply smiles at him and presses their shoulders together where they rest on the back of the couch before launching into what he’s learned about the muggles this week.

“I went to Pince and asked for more books, and she got me this one by this American woman, it’s called Packing For Mars, and it’s about how the muggles did all of the weird small things no one thinks are going to be difficult until you’re actually in space and zero gravity is making it hard to use the loo.”

Harry snorts

“No really. Apparently one of the most beautiful sights in space is droplets of flash frozen urine drifting past the craft’s windows in the sunlight. And that’s not the only thing - they tried to send them up there with just nutritional paste to eat, but that went over terribly, so they had to do all sorts of experiments and in the end they managed to ‘freeze dry’ things? I’m not quite sure what that means but it sounds absolutely mad.”

Draco talks with his hands, emphasizing the important points, marking things he finds particularly ridiculous about the muggle’s journeys into space. He’s rambling, but Harry doesn’t mind.

One of the things Harry wasn’t expecting about befriending Draco 8th year is just how relentlessly curious the other boy is. He’ll spend hours reading whatever he can get his hands on, absorbing information on completely random topics, and then simply relaying it to anyone who will listen. Where Hermione is focused in her studies, Draco is a force of chaos. He’d probably win a pub night trivia game all by himself if given the chance.

The topic usually changes with the week. this week it’s clearly space travel. Last week was the functions of the human body, particularly the digestive tract, but there’d also been a whole day devoted to the ‘Microbiome’, whatever that is. Two weeks were dedicated to the muggle search for the afterlife, and their perception of ghost stories. One memorable week he’d managed to get a book about the history of sex research from Pince.

Most of the others are less charmed by this pursuit of knowledge than Harry is. There’s something about hearing Draco’s voice used for something other than taunting and ridicule that eases his breathing, and makes him feel altogether at peace. He’d listen to Draco talk for hours without getting tired if he could.

“Harry. Harry are you listening to me?”

“Huh? Sorry, I got lost there for a second. What were you saying?”

“I was /saying/ that the muggle’s next goal is Mars. They want to colonize a whole other planet! It’ll never work.”

“You said it yourself that they’re extraordinary. I think they’ll manage.”

“You would.”

“I would what.”

“Make it sound so /easy/“ Draco narrows his eyes and does his best impression of Harry “I think they’ll manage.”

“Oh don’t be a prat.”

“I’m not!”

“You are too!”

“Harry Potter only you would reduce the absolute madness that is not only getting to another planet but staying there and keeping people ALIVE to something ‘manageable’!”

Draco flops onto his back in Harry’s lap with a huff “they’ll manage” he repeats again.

It’s almost without thinking that harry starts to card his fingers through Draco’s hair. Draco starts off on another story, something about a flag and not burning it up in the atmosphere, but Harry’s mostly watching him talk at this point, letting the tone and cadence of Draco’s voice wash over him.

“Earth to Potter. Come in Harry.” He hears a while later.

“Huh... wha?” His head feels muzzy, and his mouth is dry.

“You nodded off on me. I didn’t realize i was boring you.” Draco looks embarrassed and a little cross. He’s sat up from Harry’s lap and his legs are folded under him, but he hasn’t moved away yet, which Harry takes as a good sign.

“I’m sorry - you’re not boring. It’s just” Harry’s not sure how to say this without giving Draco the ammunition to mock him for life. “It’s just that your voice is very soothing.” He turns and looks into the fire, his heart kicking at his ribs uselessly.

Draco grabs his wrist. “In that case...” he says slowly “perhaps i could keep talking elsewhere? I wouldn’t want you to wake up with a crick in your neck.” He’s smirking when Harry looks over, but it’s undercut with something softer, almost shy in his eyes.

“Er... yeah, okay?” Harry says, uncertainly.

“Fantastic then.” Draco hauls him up and starts pulling him towards the boys dorms. “Okay - so, back to the food thing. They’ve actually managed to grow potatoes IN space” he starts, and Harry’s more than happy to keep listening.

#drarry #drarry ficlet #harry potter #draco malfoy #h/d #harry/draco #cori writes #the book packing for mars is real and i’ve read it #it’s by mary roach who is one of my favorite authors #she’s also written about the search for the afterlife (spook)#and the history of sex research (bonk)#mayhaps i projected a little bit onto draco in this but i think he’d be a fan #this was fun to write #i’m pleased it’s only about 1k cause everything else i write tends to go VERY long

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peachpety · 4 years ago

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Heyy. I love your Autumn Drarry Drabbles.. And you, my friend, are a great writer! Never let anyone tell you otherwise. I saw this prompt 👉: “You’d be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that.” and was wondering if you could do a fluff/smut kinda Drabble. It's ok if you don't wanna tho, I completely understand. I guess that's it... so Bye and keep writing..

That Touch of Pink

Explicit Rating

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Harry orders the next round from the Dracula behind the bar and props himself up next to Ron to wait, surveying the costumed crowd from under the sailor hat tilted jauntily on his head.

On stage, The Golden Snitches, dressed like the Hex Girls, rock the pub. Ginny wails into the microphone, and Pansy leans against her, working her fingers over the guitar, their magic sparkling around them. Harry’s magic buzzes excitedly with them. It’s a perfect Halloween night, a night for losing yourself in the anonymity of a costume…

And in the touch of a stranger.

“Sexy nurse, 4 o’clock,” Ron mutters into his drink, adjusting his cowboy hat.

Harry had already clocked the nurse and while she’s very appealing, the bloke wearing a tophat, booty shorts and tails with no shirt may be the frontrunner for the evening.

“Me thinks Tophat and Tails over there,” Harry says, indicating the bloke across the pub with a lift of his chin.

The bloke winks and Harry chuckles, sliding his gaze away.

The evening is young, there’s time to play.

“Brilliant.” Ron grins. “Besides, I’m the cowboy in need of some medical attention tonight.” He wiggles his brows beneath his Stetson.

They clink together their beer bottles, and Harry nods his head to the beat that Luna taps out on the drums, letting his attention be captured by the pub door opening.

And his jaw drops.

The bar, the band, the people all fade away and the only thing filling his vision, his mind and, if he’s honest, his cock, is Draco fucking Malfoy in head-to-toe pink — pink bodysuit, long pink tail, little pink ears peeking out of pink hair, for fuck’s sake.

Malfoy pauses at the entrance resting his hand on his canted hip for dramatic effect, the beautiful bastard, though he needn’t have bothered. Harry can’t believe he had the bollocks to show up dressed like that. His eyes trail down Malfoy’s lean body on display, over a sharp collarbone, the swell of a bicep, firm nipples, taut abdomen…

And speaking of bollocks…

“Oh, bloody hell,” Ron says, dropping his head back and sighing at the ceiling. He glances at Harry and shakes his head. “Well, fuck. That takes care of that.”

“What?” Harry says, absently, eyes trained on Malfoy.

Ron snorts. “Exactly.”

Malfoy lifts a long cigarette holder to his lips and only starts his strut through the crowd when every eye is trained on him. And everyone is definitely looking, Harry notes.

“Pfft,” Harry exhales through tight lips. “As if I care about Malfoy.”

And the feeling seems to be mutual. Malfoy pointedly ignores Harry, clearly not caring one whit about him, lavishing his smile on everyone, and especially the bloke in the tophat and tails. A growling twinge settles deep in Harry’s chest.

“Mate,” Ron says. “You just growled.” He pours the remaining beer into his mouth and nods his head in Draco's direction. “I mean. He’s still a bloody prat but he looks… fucking good.”

Harry jerks his attention to Ron, and Ron raises his hands in surrender. “Just sayin’. You’d better go capture your boy.”

“He’s not my—”

Ron plunks the bottle down on the table and turns Harry to face him. He reaches up and runs his fingers through Harry’s hair, re-adjusting the sailor hat. Harry presses his mouth closed.

“How do you even?” Ron tugs a knot through his fingers. “Did you try the WWW hair potion I got for you? Of course, you didn’t.” He licks his thumb.

“What’re you—” Harry presses his mouth closed again as Ron swipes his thumb on Harry’s chin.

“What is this, toothy-paste?” Ron’s hands are back on his hips. “So. You’ll use the disgusting Muggle teeth goo Hermione gives you but not my hair goo? Honestly, Harry.”

“I like the minty taste!”

“Here.” Ron places two drinks in Harry’s hands. “Take a drink to your boy.”

“He’s not my—"

Across the pub, Tophat simpers at something Malfoy says and places his hands on Malfoy’s waist. Harry’s mind rolls over black, and he’s across the pub so fast it’s as if he Apparated.

Malfoy smirks as Harry approaches, cheekbones gleaming with pink glitter. “Hello, sailor.”

The bright glow from the stage lights renders Draco’s bodysuit nearly translucent, and up close Harry can make out that the rosy hue of Draco’s nipples matches his pink hair. “Hi,” is all he can manage.

Malfoy takes one of the drinks from Harry and sips, ignoring Tophat, and Harry practically purrs with satisfaction. Malfoy sweeps his gaze down Harry’s body, lifting an eyebrow at Harry’s snug trousers. His attention shifts to Ron trotting up, spurs jangling.

“A sailor and a cowboy,” Malfoy says. “Where’s the rest of the Village People?”

“And what the fuck are you supposed to be?” Ron says flatly.

Tophat smiles at Malfoy adoringly. “The Pink Panther,” he sighs.

Harry frowns, the growl rumbles, and Malfoy leans into him, a pleased smile on his lips. “You’d be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that, you know.” His warm breath caresses Harry’s ear, sending shivers down Harry’s spine.

Harry stares into grey eyes, imploring and intent. “Why don’t you undress me and find out,” he says.

Harry has hardly the time to be shocked at his own boldness before Malfoy grabs his wrist and drags him through the crowd. Harry looks back over his shoulder. Tophat pouts petulantly, and Ron gives him a thumbs up.

* * *

Draco crowds Harry against the dressing room door, sucking his neck and grinding his erection against Harry’s hip.

“Tell me right fucking now, Potter,” Draco says, expression serious, “do you really like my costume?”

Harry laughs. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, sliding his hands over smooth fabric and lean muscle. He cups Draco’s arse and gives the pink tail a little tug. “And I like the bloke wearing it, too.”

Draco brushes Harry’s lips with his own. “Aw, that’s sweet. Now take off your trousers.”

Harry hastily shoves his trousers and pants to his thighs. Draco’s eyes darken, and he fondles Harry’s bollocks, sweeping his palm up the underside of Harry’s stiff cock. “Anchors aweigh,” he says approvingly.

Harry's eyes roll closed and he bites his bottom lip against a whimper as Draco works him with slick fingers, tugging and caressing delicate skin, encouraging Harry to fuck into his fist with a firm hand to his hip. Harry buries his fingers in Draco’s hair and guides their lips together, panting into his mouth between kisses, warmth building, groin tightening.

“You’re gorgeous,” Draco says softly, and Harry climaxes and spills over Draco’s fingers.

Draco kisses Harry’s ear and whispers, “I wore this costume for you.”

Harry drops to his knees and gropes Draco’s arse, mouthing his erection, wetting the fabric with his tongue.

“That’s sweet,” Harry smiles, “now take it off.”

* * *

Harry finds Ron and The Golden Snitches seated at the bar. Ron hands Harry a beer, his eyes wide and darting. Harry frowns at him and shrugs.

“You’re glowing,” Ginny observes, lips twitching. “Like you just ran a marathon.”

“Or had an orgasm,” Luna adds, smiling brightly.

Ron inhales his beer, sputtering, and Harry evades questioning looks by tipping his bottle to his lips.

“What’s that on your fingers, pet?” Pansy smirks.

Harry stares at his pink-stained fingers.

Malfoy walks by, Pink Panther ears askew in his rumpled hair. He brushes his shoulder against Harry’s. “I’ll see you later, Potter.”

Harry watches him go, tail swishing back and forth with the sway of his hips, two big pink handprints on his perfect arse. The dye at the back of his head, where Harry had buried his hands in Draco’s hair, is almost completely gone.

Harry takes another swig of beer, cheeks warming with what he knows is a touch of pink.

* * *

Day 18 of Autumn Drarry Drabbles, y’all...finally! Something smuffy-lite, lovelies! BIG thanks to @bonesliketambourines for the beta, for talking me off the ledge, and insisting that i post the damn thing already. Enjoy! xo peach

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pappydaddy · 4 years ago

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Folklore/Evermore Collection

THIS MASTERLIST HAS BEEN MOVED! IF YOU HAVE THIS SAVED IN YOUR LIKES, JUST KNOW THIS WILL NOT BE UPDATE WITH NEW WORKS! THIS IS THE NEW MASTERLIST FOR THIS COLLECTION!

These will not be published in this order

Just like these albums, some stories are connected, continuations, some being the same story told from different perspectives.

*I will be working on these while still working on requests!

Requests are still closed!

Currently in progress: All Harry Potter fics

Next to be in progress: Stranger Things

Posted: ivy + betty + august + tolerate it + evermore + invisible string

Published (December 11, 2020)

Updated (August 29, 2021)

Folklore

the 1 - Steve Harrington x fem!reader - Coming soon

She thought they were something with the flirtatious exchanges. She was sure that he liked her too until he left her heart bleeding in her hands.

cardigan - Draco Malfoy x fem!reader - Coming soon

They knew each other like nobody else did, they made each other feel wanted. Now they were like strangers and she was left cursing his name.

the last great american dynasty - Simon Kalivoda x fem!reader - Coming soon

After the love of her life is murdered, Y/N lives a glorious party filled life, but everyone else is left wondering what would have come of her if she hadn’t lost herself.

exile - Liam Dunbar x fem!reader - Coming soon

After their break-up Liam and Y/N need to be faced with moving on while seeing each other all the time.

my tears ricochet - Draco Malfoy x sister!reader/Neville Longbottom x fem!reader (briefly mentioned) - Coming soon

She knew her parents would disown her for being sorted in Gryffindor and dating a blood-traitor whose parent’s happened to have fought against them, but she never thought her brother would too.

mirrorball - Tom Riddle x fem!reader - Coming soon

Reader knows that her relationship with Tom is coming to an end, she feels him slipping away, but she tries to do everything to please him and amusement in an attempt to stop him from slipping from her fingers.

seven - Draco Malfoy x fem!reader - Coming soon

Draco and Y/N have been friends from childhood, having grown up right next to the Malfoy’s. Y/N knows that Draco’s parents don’t treat him right, and she finds herself falling apart from not being able to help him while being his beacon of hope.

august - Fred Weasley x fem!reader/Fred Weasley x Mallory (OC)- POSTED!

Please read betty | part two first before this one!

Told from Mallory’s point of view (from betty). Mallory is in love with Fred, but he’s in love with Y/N. Mallory jumps on any chance that she can imagine that he was hers.

this is me trying - Steve Harrington x fem!reader/Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler - Coming soon

Steve wonders if he made the right decision by picking Nancy over Y/N as he tries to make his relationship with Nancy work. Continuation of the 1.

illicit affairs - Steve Harrington x fem!reader/Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler - Coming soon

Steve and Y/N must deal with their decisions, but an implosion is inevitable. Continuation of the 1.

invisible string - George Weasley x fem!reader - POSTED!

George and Y/N would always pop up in each other’s lives during their time at Hogwarts. It wasn’t until two years after the Twins left Hogwarts that they bumped into each other again, but this time, they figured out why they couldn't get rid of each other.

mad woman - Tom Riddle x fem!reader - Coming soon

After Tom cheats on Y/N, he continues to pour gasoline onto the fire by pinning her as ‘mad’.

epiphany - Harry Potter Universe x fem!reader - Coming soon

Y/N sees horrible things while fighting in the frontlines of the Second World war and even suffers herself.

betty | part two - Fred Weasley x fem!reader - POSTED!

Fred has a new female friend. Y/N starts to notice just how close they are and it sets alarms off for her.

peace - Neville x Malfoy!fem!reader - Coming soon

Y/N worries that Neville will break up with her because she cannot give him the peaceful relationship he deserves since her family wants to tear them apart. Continuation from this is me trying.

hoax - Tom Riddle x fem!reader - Coming soon

Y/N can’t let go of Tom after she broke up with him, thinking that she would be better off with him despite him being horrible to her.

Evermore

willow - George Weasley x fem!Reader - Coming Soon

He didn’t mean to fall for Y/N, but once he had her in his sights, he come into her world like a cyclone. Y/N never wanted to fall for him either, but he eventually knocked down her walls.

champagne problems - Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader - Coming soon

Y/N deals with the fall out of leaving her arranged engagement with Draco and it starts to look like he might not have felt the same about the arrangement as she did.

gold rush - George Weasley x fem!slytherin!reader - Coming soon

Y/N doesn’t like being close to people and letting them in, but George Weasley managed to wiggle his way past her walls. He helps her learn to trust, she helps him realize that maybe not all Slytherins are the same.

tis the damn season - Stiles Stilinksi x fem!reader - Coming soon

Y/N is back in Beacon Hills for the holidays and she’s forced to face the people she left behind, including her ex-love, Stiles. An argument ensues and Stiles realizes something.

tolerate it - Percy Weasley x fem!reader - POSTED!

Percy’s become more uptight since starting with the ministry and Y/N starts to think he’s just tolerating her.

*no second war AU where Voldemort was killed by baby Harry*

no body, no crime - JJ Maybank x fem!reader - Coming soon

JJ and Y/N notice something is off about how her kook step-father is treating her mother. When her mother suddenly goes missing, things start to become fishy.

happiness - Isaac Lahey x fem!reader - Coming soon

Y/N and Isaac fall out of love, their relationship exploding in front of their faces. Follows their implosion and the after-math.

dorothea - Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader - Coming soon

Part of the story from tis the damn season, Stiles is still hung up on his ex-girlfriend despite that she’s so far away. He can’t help but wonder about her.

coney island - Stilies Stilinski x fem!reader - Coming soon

After seeing each other at Christmas, Stiles and Y/N can’t get each other off their minds. Y/N questions if she should have left him. An emergency brings Y/N back to Beacon Hills and revelations are made.

ivy - Draco Malfoy x fem!reader/Fred Weasley x fem!reader - POSTED!

Y/N is a pureblood forced into an arranged marriage with Draco Malfoy, but she couldn’t let Fred Weasley wiggle his way into her heart.

cowboy like me - JJ Maybank x fem!reader - Coming soon

At the first meeting, Y/N thought that she wasn’t going to fall for JJ. But as she slowly got to know him, the similarities between them jumped out at her.

long story short - Billy Hargrove x fem!reader - Coming soon

Billy and Y/N always had a spark, but she was already dating someone else. But when she falls from her pedestal, had her life crumbles under her feet, she’s sent right into Billy’s arms.

marjorie - Allison Argent x fem!reader - Coming soon

After Allison’s death, her girlfriend could swear that she was still there with her, but she knows better. She knows that it’s just her grief playing tricks on her.

closure - Robin Buckley x fem!reader - Coming soon

Robins girlfriend broke up with her six months ago suddenly before moving to a new Country for school. Today, she receives a latter and it stirrs up angry feelings within Robin.

evermore - Charlie Weasley x fem!reader - POSTED!

Y/N just broke up with her fiancé after finding out he was in love with another woman. With no home to run to, she packs a bag and heads to the only person she could think of - Charlie. But as she stays with him, she could sense that something was stirring between them.

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bbyx · 4 years ago

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in your dreams - part one

Summary: Remus Lupin is head over heels for Narcissa, but she’s not allowed to date until her sister (y/n) has a boyfriend. As a solution, Remus enlists Sirius to become (y/n)’s boyfriend. Pairings: reader x sirius, remus x narcissa, lucius x narcissa, james x lily Disclaimer: This is basically harry potter universe x 10 things i hate about you. You DON’T need to have seen the movie to understand bc this is basically a retelling of the story. Also some of the dialogue has been taken straight from the movie. ALSO in this story Narcissa and Bellatrix are NOT Sirius’s cousins.

Hogwarts. It was beautiful, breathtaking even from the train window. The great castle looms into view, and (y/n) Knightley gets slightly tearful at the fact that this is the beginning of her last year at Hogwarts. A year from now you would hopefully begin your training as a healer at St.Mungos. That is if your father didn’t marry you off before that.

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the compartment door sliding open. A group of giggling girls pop their heads in, blasting a horrendously high pitched song from a portable cassette player.

“Hi we’re the Promenade ball committee! Make sure to buy a ticket. It’ll be a night to remember!” One of them says in a sugar sweet voice, handing you a purple flyer. You simply roll your eyes as an answer and the girls leave, mumbling to themselves. You manage to hear a what a bitch through the high pitched singing. You glance down at the paper. It reads:

Promenade ball! Hogwarts class of 1978

May 22nd - 8:00 to 12:00

Tickets : 10 galleons each

You scrunch the paper into a ball and throw it out the open window.

Balls were stupid anyways.

Remus walked into Professor Myriads office, the head of Gryffindor house. He’s missed Hogwarts. Spending one year abroad at Ilvermorny was a great experience but it couldn't compete with the beauty of Hogwarts. In one year, so much had changed yet it still felt the same way it had in his first year. Strange but familiar.

“Remus Lupin. Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed your stay in America. Now I know you remember this school like the back of your hand but it is a Hogwarts rule that any returning students must be shown around the premises again. I’ve assigned Peter Pettigrew to be your guide for today.” She says motioning to Peter standing outside, waving excitedly. “You may go to class now.” The silver haired woman said, dismissing him quickly. Remus reached down for his bookbag when a shadow stood leaning in the doorway.

“Padfoot!”

“Moony! Missed you mate.” Sirius and Remus embraced each other tightly, Professor Myriad cleared her throat.

“Sirius Black. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. You better not get in trouble this year if you want to graduate.” She gave him a disapproving glance. He answered with a charming smile.

“Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, get the lights?”

“Oh very clever Mr. Black. That’ll be ten points from Gryffindor.”

“Remus! Oh we’ve missed you so much. Tell me how it was. How were the states? Good god, so many things have changed in the past year.” Peter said, spitting out more questions than Remus could handle.

“It was nice, Ilvermorny was very laid back. They study native magic and lots of non verbal spells. I’ll tell you more at dinner.”

“Allright, let me give you the breakdown, even though you know most of this stuff.” Peter said.

They begin to walk around the grounds.

“Over there you’ve still got your basic beautiful people.” He motions to a group of students sitting under a tree. “To the left we have the coffee kids. A new developpement since Dippet allowed a coffee machine in the Great Hall.”

“Interesting.” Remus said, looking at the students who couldn’t seem to sit still.

One of them knocked over his cup, filled with rich brown liquid, onto the other’s lap. “Whoa”

“That was a Costa Rican, asshole!”

“Very edgy. Don’t make any sudden moves around them.” Peter added.

They now approached a few students dressed in large hats and leather boots.

“These guys…” Peter started.

“Wait wait. Let me guess. Cowboys?”

“Yeah, ever since that muggle movie Grayeagle came out.”

“Who would have thought that I would see more cowboys back at Hogwarts than the US.”

They now neared a group of students sitting on the grass, scribbling on parchment furiously.

“These are your future Ministers. Hey guys. How ya doin’?” Peter waved to the group. They rolled their eyes at him and went back to they’re books.

“Yesterday I was their god.” Peter said wistfully.

Remus chuckled, he had missed this atmosphere. “What happened.”

“Bogie Levenstein started a rumor that I...that I used an enchanted quill on my OWL’s.”

“Did you?” Remus asked, already knowing the answer.

“Not the point.” Muttered Peter.

“So they kicked you out?” Remus continued.

“Hostile takeover. But don’t worry. They’ll pay. Now over here…”

“Merlin’s sake.” Remus whispered as a beautiful, creamy skinned dark haired girl walked by.

“What group is she in?”

“The “don’t even think about it” group. That’s Narcissa Knightley. Fifth year.” Peter said, shaking his head at his friend. Remus' mouth was still agape as she walked past him with her friend.

“Yup, see, there’s a difference between “like” and “love”. Because I like my wand, but I love my Snakeskin backpack.” Narcissa explained to the other girl.

“But I love my wand.” Her friend says clutching her wand to her chest.

“That’s because you don’t have a snakeskin backpack.” Narcissa said, like it was the most obvious thing. Her friend looks enamoured by her wisdom.

“Oohhh.”

“Listen. Forget her. Incredibly uptight father, and it’s a widely known fact that the Knightley sisters aren’t allowed to date.” Peter said, shaking his Remus's shoulder.

“Uh huh...yeah.”

At dinner later that night, Remus couldn’t keep his gaze off the enchanting girl at the Slytherin table.

“Earth to Moony!” James said between mouthfuls.

“Mate, we haven’t seen you in months. Talk. Or would you rather go join the Slytherins.” Sirius says, glaring at the green robed students.

“He has a thing for Narcissa Knightley.” Remus gave Peter a death glare.

“She’s pretty, but not as pretty as Lily Evans.” James sighed, looking at the auburn haired girl.

“Prongs, you're still running after her? It’s been, what, three years of her constantly rejecting you.” Remus chuckled.

“At least Lily’s allowed to date.” James retorted.

“You guys are pathetic.” Sirius said, grinning cockily, knowing he could get any girl at Hogwarts easily.

“Okay then. What did everyone think of the Tales of the Wizard-Goblin war?” Professor Binns, Hogwarts only ghost professor, asked.

“I loved it. The part with Ginnamora was soooo romantic.” A clueless girl sighed.

“Romantic? Buckthorn?! He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Giraf Abbott trying to nail his leftovers.” (y/n) said to the girl, earning eyerolls from the other students.

Lucius Malfoy chuckles cockily. “As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?”

Giggles erupt through the room. (y/n) doesn’t turn around to face him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d pissed her off.

“I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.”

Just then, a dark haired boy strolls confidently inside the classroom.

“What’d I miss?” Sirius asked.

“The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education.” You answered, gritting your teeth furiously.

“Good.” He turned around and went back out of the room.

“Hey, hey!” The ghost professor looked like he was about to go after him but decided to stay put.

“Uh,Professor. Is there any chance we could get (y/n) to take her calming drought before she comes to class?” Lucius said, high fiving his fellow slytherins.

“Mr.Malfoy, someday you’re gonna get hexed and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it. And Miss. Knightley. I want to thank you for your point of view.” Professor Binns stated. (y/n) smiled to herself.

Take that Malfoy.

“I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of pureblood oppression. It must be tough.” Professor Binns' words wiped the grin right off her face. (y/n) thanks Merlin that Lucius Malfoy, with his inflated ego, couldn’t see her face. Professor Binns continues.

“But the next time you storm around the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures crusading for better house elves, or whatever it is you wealthy purebloods complain about, ask them why they can’t buy a book written by a ghost!”

His normally monotone voice was now strident. Never in your six years at Hogwarts had you ever heard Professor Binns get so riled up. The whole class was taken about by his sudden burst of emotion. You quickly recover from your slight shock.

“Anything else?”

“Ten points from Gryffindor. Go to your head of house.” Professor Binns stated, sounding a little brittle.

“What?! Professor Binns!” You plead but he’s already started scribbling on the chalkboard. (y/n) storms out, making sure to hit Lucius Malfoy with her bag on the way.

Professor Myriad was scribbling a letter when you reached her office, knocking on the doorway to make your presence known. The silver haired woman lowered her glasses as you sat down in a crimson chair.

“So I hear you were terrorizing Professor Binns‘s class. Again.”

“With all due respect expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.” You say, picking at your nails.

“The way you expressed your opinion to Richard Crabbe? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested.” She remarqued, mentioning a particularly nasty quidditch fight between (y/n) and that idiot Crabbe.

“I still maintain that his broom malfunctioned and he kicked himself in the balls.” You answer cooly, trying your hardest not to let any emotion seep through your face.

Professor Myriad fumbled. “The point is (y/n)...People perceive you as somewhat …”

“Tempestuous?”

“"Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.” She states simply.

How flattering, Professor.

“You might want to work on that. Try being more like your sister.”

You raised your eyebrows at her comment because the woman clearly had no idea what she was getting into.

“Tell me Professor, which sister are we talking about? Bellatrix? Who was married off to some greasy pureblood the day after she graduated. Andromeda? Who followed her heart but was shunned from the family. Or Narcissa? Who at sixteen still, for the love of god, cannot tie her shoelaces.”

(y/n) rises from her chair and says, in her most sarcastic tone “As always, thank you for your excellent guidance.” before strolling out of the tiny office.

Lucius and his friends were sprawled in their usual spots under a tree. Someone in the group mumbles “Virgin alert” as Narcissa and Josie walk past. Lucius’s attention is immediately fixed on the innocent looking brunette. The girls notice him and wave shyly.

“Looking good ladies.”

“They’re outta reach, even for you.” Simon Nott said in a sing-song voice.

“No one’s out of reach for me.” Lucius says, sizing his friend up.

“You wanna put money on that?” Simon questions, leaning back against the tree. Lucius glances at Narcissa who’s laughing with a group of fifth year students,

“Money I’ve got. This I’m going to do for fun.”

From across the courtyard, Remus, James and Peter observe the way Lucius Malfoy is eyeing Narcissa, like a tiger watching his prey. Remus feels strangely protective of her, wanting to protect her from Lucius’s slimy paws. He gazed at her as she giggled, her dimples showing.

“Mate, look at her.” He said in a voice soft with affection.

James is clearly unimpressed. “Is she always so...vapid?”

“How can you say that? She’s totally…”

“Conceited?”Peter leered.

“What are you talking about Wormtail? There’s more to her than you think. I mean, look... look at the way she smiles. And look at her eyes, man. She’s totally pure. I mean, you’re missing what’s there.”

“No, Moony. No. What’s there is a snotty little Princess creating a strategically planned appearance to make guys like us realize we can never touch her, and guys like, uh…” Peter fumbled, looking across the courtyard. “...Lucis, realize they want to. She, my friend, is what we’ll spend the rest of our lives not having. Move on.”

“No.” Remus pouted stubbornly.

“Move on.” James quipped, repeating Peter’s words.

“No! You’re wrong about her. You’re so wrong.” Remus grumbled back.

“Alright. I’m wrong? You wanna take a shot? Be my guest. She’s actually looking for a Mermish tutor.”

Remus’s eyes light up. “Are you serious? That’s perfect!”

“Do you even speak Mermish?” James questioned. Remus flashed his bright teeth.

“Well no. But I will.”

#sirius black #sirius #sirius x reader #sirius x y/n #james potter #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy

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i yearn for one(1) thing only, and that is to have a nice, simplistic, cartoonish artstyle. an artstyle that doesnt rely on anatomy, but the "movement" of the drawing, if you get what i mean.

i dont want realistic proportions and traditional colors and basic poses and gradient shading, i want funky lil dudes in funky poses with funky styles littering my sketchbook :( but alas i havent figured out how to develop that kind of style yet, my brain wants anatomy to look nice but also i dont want to draw eyes. i dont want to take time out of my day to learn how to draw lips i want to draw a line that extends past the characters face. i dont want all my characters to have pointy chins with curved cheeks i want their heads to be round and friend-like or full of sharp edges depending on their personalities and styles. i want to give them all not-quite human ears, blob feet, simple faces, but at the same time i want enough detail to convey the story or emotion im trying to tell.

ive spent so much time recently agonizing over how to use 3d model websites, using real-life references and tracing over them for practice, color-picking from real images to try and do realism and failing miserably, but you know whats easier than that? funky little dudes. little dudes who do not care if their legs are too long or their hair is too bouncy. i dont want my characters to look human.

ive spent enough time on the artfight website to realize that most people who classify their characters as "human" have the most basic ass designs (no offense to people who like basic human designs its just not my thing) or its like dnd-medieval style outfits which i cant draw for the life of me (ive tried). again no offense to people who actively enjoy and draw characters like that. i just need my dudes to have that certain,,, off-ness to them. tails are cool. wings are swag (especially if they arent even like,, fully attached,, ), elf ears are so wonderful to me no matter how much theyre overused, horns are so much fun to draw, and colors!! i have no knowledge in the color theory department so this works great for me!! the only thing i really know is dont shade with black, other than that i just colorpick from references usually but i dont want to do that!! i want the colors to hurt people's eyes but in a satisfying way. like the character's design is so nice to look at that you dont mind your eyes hurting a bit. like how im enjoying writing this post even though its 2 am and the brightness on my computer wont go any lower.

and then another thing ive noticed from being on the artfight website is that a lot of people classify their characters that are anthro/have anthro features under humanoids/monsters. like i made a google form to find some people to attack and someone sent me in a character with some sort of animal (wolf? idk) arms and legs. like dude!! peak character design i love her. but me personally? i cant draw that shit, its so hard for me. i tried a while back and its just Not my thing. nothing against furries i just. cant. and i dont want to either.

and i got another submission that i accidentally deleted that was like full anthro/wolf-like like my comrade,,, i cannot draw animals what makes you think i can draw an animal who acts like a human lmao. i can do like. very basic tails, and also animal ears but i cant do the arms and legs and such i just dont know the anatomy, and i know i was talking about how i dont want to care about anatomy but i feel like for anthros you really do need to know at least basic animal anatomy so you know how the limbs look and shit and i dont have that knowledge and dont feel like gaining it.

and then there were some submissions that i absolutely adored. there was one that like, was vaguely human shaped but definitely was not a human. they had a dark-ish lavender colored skin and horns and tusks and like goat ears and a sorta fluffy tail with spikes on it and they had wings and such and they were such a pleasure to draw i love them. and they had a fairly simple outfit too, nothing too complicated. and then i also enjoy object head characters, theyre so neato to me. i got one of those and i really wish i had the motivation to work on it cause it looks so fun.

i want to make funky characters but id have nothing to do with them because the only book i ever tried writing (key word tried - never got past planning it out) had strictly human characters in it, and most of the books i read are humans/humans with powers in situations specific to them so id have no idea what lore to make with the dudes. assuming i have the motivation to make lore and backstory because honestly i just really enjoy character designing its super duper fun.

(side note a song about trucks doing the deed came on just now and its interrupted my flow, apologies).

i only have three actual characters right now. one is an original roleplay oc whos design is literally athletic shorts, an oversized long sleeved grey sweatshirt, long purple hair, and demon horns. the second one is my persona whos design some sorta medival knight outfit kinda thing? but not ugly it looks really cool (idk one of my friends designed it bc i won some contest from him but the drawing was on a super small scale so idrk the details,,,) with a plague doctor mask and crown, and shoulder length wavy brown hair, dyed bright pink at the end. and then my last one im not too comfortable using other places because theyre a character my friend is using in the story hes writing, and thats really the only place theyve been used. but theyre easily my favorite and im already writing a ton so ill talk about them too.

they're a sorta elf species thing from another planet, with pale green skin and pointed ears. they also have a tail, its like,, super thin, but with a feathery bit at the end. probably not the texture of a feather but i dont know how else to describe it. they have short, curly, almost-draco-malfoy-blonde hair that when it gets too long they can put in a man bun. their eyesight is kinda shitty so when they got to earth, they were exploring some supply closets around the airship. drop off area. thing. like airport but for rocketships and also fancier. yeah. they were exploring that area and found a nice big pair of round glasses with grey frames. and they also found a cowboy-style hat and a sharpie so they wrote their name on the underside of the brim of the hat and stole the hat and glasses (but left the sharpie in the supply closet).

yeah theyre my favorite, my absolute beloved, my child, so cool. i want more characters like them but with maybe a bit more snazzier designs. theyre super cool and all but they could have more pizzazz if they werent in a story where its too late to give them more pizzazz. i just want to be able to give my characters thigh-high boots with a bunch of buckles and fluffy hair with tons of accessories crammed in and abnormally large and long ears that can harbor many piercings and horns that can hold rings on them and special little details on their outfits like who knows what but i dont have any characters to do that too, so i have to make them from scratch, which is always hard especially when you have artblock.

and i also have like 17 characters i need to fully draw, line, and maybe color for artfight before august 1st. so i dont know. i have many things to do and plenty of time to do it but instead i spend my time halfway watching repetitive youtube videos that get boring or sleeping all damn day because i stay up too late doing things like this or i just do nothing at all and its tiring and frustrating but i also feel nothing about it like theres no consequence if i dont do it besides you know. not doing it, not gaining that experience, not making something i enjoy.

so i should do it but i dont for whatever reason, i think its called executive dysfunction but im not sure. this post started out very differently than it ended and i said somewhere up there that i was writing this at 2 am but now its almost 3. this is so many words why couldnt i have put this energy into something productive

#long post #sorry its so messy but like i said its almost 3 am and i dont want to go back and format all this #i might come back and make it look nicer in the morning #maybe not who knows #i just checked and this is 1.5k words what the hell

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