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shespeaksinsongs · 3 years ago

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𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: this took me over a week to write because i was extremely lazy. this has quite a few american references. huge thank you to @marcela6malfoy and to everyone in the hp event! i love you guys! enjoy! <3

summary: draco and y/n, famous actors, loathe each other for separate reasons. although both are on the fast track to become a-listers, you know what'd get them there quicker? a fake relationship for the publicity. in the end, will it still be an act?

warnings/content: make out sesh, mentions of alcohol and smoking (none done by the reader) one instance of sexual harassment, cursing, angst w/ fluff ending, fame au, fem!reader

word count: 8.62k

reading time: 34 min, 28 sec

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I. BUSINESS OR PLEASURE?

"Look, Y/N, do you know why I called you here?" Y/N's manager, Dusty, asked, lighting a cigarette.

Y/N snatched the cigarette, putting it out in his untouched glass of water - he would've gone feral had it been in his glass of wine. "No, I don't, D, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that you told me you'd quit smoking?" She asked, scanning the menu for something high in carbs, like a nice grilled cheese.

Dusty rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. "Look, sweetheart, this is your career. I don't call the shots. You do. So what you're willing to do to advance yourself in this dark, dark world of Hollywood is up to you." He said, pointing to her heart, making her roll her eyes. "With that said, I called you here, on your day off, with a proposal."

Y/N looked at her manager suspiciously, taking a sip of her tea. "A proposal?" He nodded. "What kind of proposal, exactly?" She said, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Think of it as a business one." He said, clearing his throat before continuing. "Now, your new movie's coming out next year." He said, carefully observing Y/N's unsure expressions. "What would you say if I could get you on the A-list by, say, the end of this winter?"

"I'm listening." Y/N said, ignoring one of the paparazzo's pleas for her to smile for the camera from the other side of the bamboo separating the restaurant and the sidewalk.

"Draco Malfoy-"

"And... that's where I go deaf." Y/N said, leaning back in her chair to show her immediate disinterest, as she quickly answered a text from a casting director.

"No, no, Y/N, wait." He said, pulling his chair closer to the actress, who was still aggravated by the mention of the blond's name. "Listen to me, Y/N. Mr. Malfoy not only has immense talent-"

"-but immense self-importance, too. I can't work with someone who's only going to criticize my every move! And besides that, Dusty, he's quite simply intolerable."

Dusty placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to calm her. "But you haven't heard the rest - you wouldn't be working with him, Y/N." He said, smiling as Y/N's eyebrows raised in interest. "You'd be dating him!"

"Oh, cut me a fucking break. This isn't a business proposal; it's your death wish." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

Her manager looked down at the menu in front of him and back at Y/N. "This could mean the beginning of your career's legacy, Y/N. Don't do this for him. Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself."

"He stole a role that could have gotten me millions, Dusty!" She exclaimed, recounting their history.

Years before that day, Y/N and Draco had only brushed paths a few times, none of them interested in each other enough to make any attempt at a conversation with the other.

On one of those fateful days, a casting call took place. The casting director had been up to her elbows in stress. Both Draco and Y/N would have been perfect for the role. All there was left to decide was if the main character would be named Neo or Nova.

Draco ran to his father, infamous in Hollywood for buying (and sleeping) his way to the top. Draco's father bribed the director to give Draco the role, and the rest was history.

"You know what? I'll do it. Fuck. What've I got to lose, right? Just my dignity..." Y/N muttered to herself.

Her manager nodded, understanding. "Perfect! I'll call his manager and let her know right away!" He smiled, letting his foot rest on his knee as he quickly dialed a number. "Stephanie? Splendid! Listen, I've got good news for you..."

II. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

"And we're only meeting for..."

"Just a few minutes to discuss business matters, nothing too out of the ordinary." Dusty answered, licking his finger and fixing a stray strand of hair on his head. Y/N watched him in fascination, never having seen him primp himself before. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Hey, uh, listen, Y/N; I know you don't like the guy. But just try to be likable. This could mean millions for you." He said, causing Y/N to nod, watching as he swallowed some breath spray, coughing some of it out.

Soon after their short conversation, the elevator doors opened to a large penthouse - perfect for a bleach-blond diva like Draco Malfoy. It was one of the many estates he owned. Being British, he used his home in LA strictly for business. Still, his apartment was decently decorated and mostly gave the impression that he had good interior design taste.

A man in formal wear, presumably the butler, rushed up to the pair, taking their coats and storing them in the coatroom.

"Y/N, Dusty, you made it!" Stephanie announced, going in for a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "Stephanie Romano, Draco's manager, so nice to meet you." She nodded, shaking Y/N's hand before going on to greet Dusty. "Oh, Dusty, it's been so long!" She said, making Dusty giggle like a little girl when she held his face close, kissing each cheek.

Y/N went to greet Draco on her own, shaking his hand firmly. "Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Y/N said, trying to mask her disgust with the man in front of her.

"Draco Malfoy." He said as if he was stating the obvious - as if everyone should know who he is.

When everyone was acquainted, they walked to the living room, fit for a bachelor such as Draco. His oil portrait was hung over the wide brick fireplace, making his head seem as big as his ego.

"Champagne?" Stephanie fake laughed as she poured herself a glass, which Y/N shook her head to.

Dusty nudged her in the arm, muttering a "be likable" through a fake smile.

"No, thank you, Stephanie." She smiled, and through the corner of her eye, she swore she could've seen Draco roll his eyes. "Let's just get the ball rollin', shall we?"

"Right, well, I've already discussed with Draco. We're hoping with this relationship," Draco and Y/N grimaced at the word, Stephanie noticing. "partnership, that both of you can grow as celebrities. Like Dusty proposed, Y/N, I'm sure this will get you on the A-list by the end of winter."

"Hm," Draco scoffed. "won't take me that long." He said, his eyes fixated on the coffee table that separated him and Y/N.

Stephanie took a deep breath, realizing he was due for another social training. "Right, well, Y/N, I'm just going to need you to sign a few things so that we can have your agreement in writing." She smiled, pulling out her tablet, which held all her important documents.

"Have you signed these, as well?" Y/N asked Draco, who seemed like he'd rather pick his nose and eat his boogers than in this predicament. "Excuse me, I'm speaking to you." She raised her voice, annoyed by the childish act Draco was holding up.

"Mr. Malfoy has signed these papers, yes." Stephanie answered for her client, her skin crimson from embarrassment. "Just sign at the bottom of each page." She said, handing Y/N a stylus.

Y/N took a few minutes to read the rest of the agreements while Dusty and Stephanie flirted endlessly. "Says here I'd have to partake in physical affection." She interrupted, raising a brow.

"That's right." Stephanie said, nodding.

"Well, to what degree are you insinuating?" Y/N asked, looking down at the empty space that awaited her electronic signature.

Dusty cut in, clearing his throat before doing so. "Just the regular hand-holding, kiss, cuddling in public places, all that jazz." He said, bouncing his leg restlessly.

Y/N nodded, continuing to read the agreement. "And how long do you expect us to keep this act going on?" She asked. "Your contract doesn't give a deadline."

"Christ, it's a relationship, not a homework assignment." Draco stated, annoyed. "We're done when I'm at the top of the game."

"I wasn't talking to you." Y/N sneered, looking at Stephanie, who was frozen. "How long?"

"It's January now; let's just say the first of April?" She asked all three, who were mulling it over in their heads.

"Fine by me." Y/N said, sighing deeply as she signed her name on the last page of their contract. "So, when do we start?" She asked, looking briefly at Draco, who seemed to be wondering the same thing. She made a mental note of him always having his eyes on her, observing her - as if she was some kind of science project.

"Well, we need to ease into this." Stephanie answered, nervously picking lint off of her skirt. "Both of you have a very... possessive fanbase. We wouldn't want them to feel like we were just springing this on them."

"Right, and we want you to feel comfortable with each other first." Dusty said, taking a swig of the whiskey he had in his flask. "That's why you two are going out for coffee tomorrow morning."

"Coffee?" Y/N and Draco said in unison, glaring at each other.

"Coffee." Stephanie confirmed, nodding. "Something quick, won't tip your schedules off too much, and low-key. It'll give you a nice chance to get to know each other."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said, already not liking the idea of having to spend an hour with the blond. "and what about paparazzi?"

Dusty cut in. "Already taken care of. Tipped them that both of you would be on the other side of town tomorrow morning, so make sure you both are on time."

"Alright." Y/N smiled. "Well, Stephanie, it's been a pleasure." She said, shaking her hand. "Draco." She nodded, thanking the butler for her belongings. "See ya tomorrow." She said, her voice trailing off as the elevator doors closed in front of her and her manager.

Dusty grinned a toothy grin at Y/N, who shook her head. "Better hope that groundhog buys you another six weeks of winter." Y/N said quietly, shrugging on her coat. "Because I have a feeling this is gonna take a long while."

III. BAD DATE

"Hey, I've been waiting for you forever." Draco said to Y/N, who'd just arrived.

She gave him a flat look before speaking. "I fucking saw you get dropped off by your driver a minute ago."

Draco shrugged, opening the door for Y/N before walking inside.

"Hi, what can I-"

"I'll have a short black coffee." He interrupted, pulling out a couple of $50 bills and slipping them to the cashier. "Make it snappy. I got somewhere to be." He whispered to the teenage boy behind the register before turning to Y/N. "Well? Don't just stare at me, order."

Y/N picked her jaw up from the floor and turned to the dumbfounded boy. "Just a tall hot chocolate, please. Thanks." She smiled apologetically as Draco swiped his card to pay for their drinks. "We should probably find someplace to sit while we wait." Y/N said, still shocked at how easy Draco found it to be rude.

"I'll get our drinks, you go sit. I'm texting someone right now." He said, waving her off, his eyes stuck on his screen.

"God, you're like a teenager." She said, scoffing as she found a small booth in the corner.

She was about to text Dusty with an update when Draco came by with the drinks, almost spilling them by how roughly he placed them on the table. "This place is filled with idiots." He sighed, sitting down as he took a sip of his beverage. "I asked for a black coffee, and one of them asks if I'd like sugar." He scoffed, sipping his drink some more.

Y/N swallowed down yet another urge to punch him in the throat when she remembered her status in the celebrity world. "So, what do you do for-"

"Hold on, hold on, I have to take this." Draco said, holding up a hand as he answered a call on his phone. "Hey, man. Nothing, just drinking my morning coffee. Yeah, yeah, how's the wife?"

Y/N drank her hot chocolate, looking around the room for anything even remotely more interesting than Draco's conversation.

Three men, all dressed in business suits, an old lady ordering a Trenta iced coffee, and two young girls peeking at Y/N over their books, whispering to each other.

Y/N's brows furrowed until she realized what they were doing.

Ping!

Y/N's phone lit up with an Instagram notification saying that @y/ny/l/n and @dracomalfoy had been tagged at one of the Starbucks locations. "Oh, shit." She said, watching at how quickly paparazzi clamored outside the store, just waiting to snap a pic of her and Draco together.

Y/N took a look at Draco, who was still talking loudly on the phone, and touched his hand briefly to get his attention. "I'm just gonna go to the girls' room, be right back." She smiled as Draco nodded dismissively.

Little did he know she would not, in fact, "be right back."

"Hey, is this the back entrance?" She asked an employee, who seemed to recognize her.

The employee nodded quickly. "Yes, it is! Oh, my God, Ms. Y/L/N, I love your work, I-"

"Call me Y/N. Do you think I could get out through here without the paps noticing?" She asked, smiling, pointing at the entrance now flooded with paparazzi.

"Yes, you can! Y/N, wait!" She said before Y/N could turn around to leave. "Could I please just have your autograph? For my little sister, Tina." She asked, pulling out a sharpie from her apron and handing her an unused cup.

"Of course." Y/N nodded. "Tina." She said, quickly writing a thank you note. "Thank you so much!" She whispered, quickly slipping through the back entrance before any other employees noticed.

Draco had been drinking his coffee for a few minutes before he saw someone, who wasn't Y/N, come out of the single-stalled restroom. "Shit." He muttered, noticing the hoard of paparazzi outside the establishment.

He dialed Y/N's number, having to call Stephanie to ask for it first. It rang a second before being sent to voicemail.

Hey, it's Y/N Y/L/N! I'm not here right now, but shoot me a message, and I'll get back to you as fast as I-

"Bullshit." Draco said, hanging up before getting an idea. "Hey, Dusty, I was just wondering where Y/N is." Draco said on the phone with Y/N's manager. "She said she was going to the restroom, but she hasn't returned in twenty minutes. I thought everything was going great! We were talking about our careers and discussed a second date!" He lied with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Is there something I don't know? Do you think I did something wrong?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, God." Dusty said to himself, disappointed. "Yes, Draco. Unfortunately, Y/N's been at home for the past few minutes. I'm so sorry about this. I know it's extremely unprofessional," He said as if he were reprimanding Y/N through the other side of the phone. "We'll work this out tonight, I promise."

And they did - in marriage counseling.

IV. COUPLES' THERAPY

"For this to work, you need to trust each other." The shrink said, watching the two's mannerisms as their eyes flitted around the room uncomfortably. She held her hands in her laps as she spoke. "How about an apology to one another?"

Draco sighed while Y/N nodded. "Sorry." Draco said underneath his breath, causing Stephanie to shoot him a sharp look.

"Like you mean it." She said, intimidating even the shrink.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Draco huffed, as Y/N said it back, with the same lack of enthusiasm.

"Lovely! Oh, we're making progress! Would it be a reach if I asked you two to hug-"

"Actually, we're not there yet." Y/N smiled, waving her goodbye and thanking her as Stephanie escorted her out.

Stephanie smiled, taking another sip of her champagne as she sat back down on the couch with her tablet. "Tomorrow, at 9AM, you two have an appearance at the Getty Museum. This was going to be your "coming out" as a couple. But, since the paparazzi managed to get photos of you today," Y/N grimaced at the mention of the coffee shop fiasco, embarrassed. "it'll be more of a confirmation to the press that you're together."

Dusty continued Stephanie's statement, subtly winking at her, which she blushed at. "Additionally, the designer brand Gli Astro wants to do a collaboration with you both and will be dressing you tomorrow. Stephanie and I will meet you here at 7AM. Don't be late."

V. THE MUSEUM

"Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't it be, "Hey, Y/N, what do you think about dating Andrew Garfield?"" Y/N said, fiddling with her trench coat as her makeup artist put the last touches on her eyeshadow.

"Y/N, as much as I'd love for you to be Megan Fox-" Draco said from his pedestal beside Y/N.

"Shut up, both of you. Before Petro comes back." Dusty cut Draco off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're giving me a grade A migraine." He said, helping Y/N step down from the pedestal she was on.

Petro, the fashion executive of the brand Y/N and Draco, were modeling for, spoke as he entered the room, wheeling a vast mirror behind him. "My genius is done. What do you think?" He asked, pulling Draco to stand side-by-side next to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, stuffing down a laugh at how different Draco looked wearing anything but black. "I think we look great. Don't you, love?" She asked, leaning her head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco looked in the mirror; his jaw dropped. He thought he looked horrible, especially in "gardenia cream." Draco threw an arm around Y/N, pulling her close to him, despite feeling her muscles tense at his touch. "I think you look beautiful, angel." He said, looking down at her before 'lovingly' kissing her forehead. He noted the warm scent of her hair while doing so, having to remind himself of his distaste. Y/N glared at him menacingly before shrugging his arm off, coming up with the excuse that he was pulling her coat off.

"My work always brings lovebirds together. I am brilliant." Petro said, swooning at himself. "You must go. It is almost time for my hard labor to be enjoyed by the public!" He said, ignoring the angered looks on the other stylists' faces. "Go, go, go!" He said, rushing Y/N and Draco into the elevator, even pushing the lobby button for them.

As the metal doors closed, their reflection chased them. "God, we look like fucking Fred and George Weasley." Draco said, referring to the twin jokester comedians, as he stared at the reflective doors in front of him in disgust. They wore the same color palette that, somehow, made Draco look washed out, but Y/N look like the star of the show.

"We don't look that bad." Y/N laughed, looking up from her feet to look into their reflection once more. "Well, I don't, at least." She said, snickering at the scowl that was still on Draco's face.

Draco grabbed Y/N's hand as they entered the lobby, interlacing their fingers together. Paparazzi and fans screamed at them in craze as they threw questions at them, praying one of them would catch them. "Smile, precious." He said quietly into Y/N's ear as she waved at the cameras, trying to stay upright as the lights temporarily robbed her sight.

"That ensemble is beautiful! Who designed it?"

"What's your exercise regimen like?"

"Can you confirm recent statements that say you and Draco are dat-"

"Ms. Y/L/N. Mr. Malfoy." A chauffeur greeted, opening the door for the two as they slid into the backseat.

"It's crazy out there." Y/N said to herself, adjusting her hair.

Draco sighed, ending it with a small laugh. "Your fans are crazy." He said, messing with his hair, which had been ruffled by a teen girl who wore Y/N's merchandise.

Y/N shook her head, fighting a smile. "You know where to go, right?" She asked the driver, watching his eyes through his rearview mirror.

"Yes, miss. We will be there in five minutes if traffic allows." He said promptly. "Would you and your boyfriend like some privacy?" He asked, his finger lingering over the partition button.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled, watching the last of his eyes disappear before being covered up by a black wall. "Gotta act like a couple, right?" She shrugged, looking outside Draco's tinted window. "Seems like you've a big fan there." She said quietly, pointing to a young woman who held up a glittery and flashy sign.

"Marry me, Draco." He read to himself, half-laughing at the shirt she wore with a Photoshopped picture of him and her, holding hands. "You certainly must've broken her heart." He joked, his voice steady, as he took in the sight of Y/N. Despite his dislike for her, he'd admit it - she was gorgeous, especially in the colors Petro dressed her in.

She shrugged again, laughing very slightly. "Should've told her you have a girlfriend before you got involved." She teased, looking out her window, watching as the palm trees of Los Angeles swayed in the wind.

The pair sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. "We're here." The chauffeur said, opening Y/N's door for her as Draco slid out the same side. "Thanks." He said, handing him a $50 bill for his tip.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled, giving the driver $51, which didn't go unnoticed by Draco as he rolled his eyes at her. "Look happy!" She said in a sing-song voice, smiling again for the cameras and fans crowded around the main entrance.

"Y/N, Y/N! Are you and Draco together? Can you confirm?" One reporter asked, waving his microphone rapidly between the two.

Y/N nodded as Draco took the mic and spoke into it. "We can confirm we are together, yes." He smiled down at Y/N, who was beaming, swinging their hands. "Thank you!" He said, leading Y/N towards the entrance.

"Draco, just a minute of your time, please! How long have you and Y/N been together? Any upcoming projects?" Another reporter asked, ignoring Y/N, who stood right next to Draco.

"Uh, I'll let Y/N answer that question since I stole her question back there." Draco half-laughed, unable to hear himself over all the "who are you wearing?"' s.

"We've been together for a few months." Y/N smiled, giving a lovesick look at Draco. It was obviously fake to him, but others didn't need to know that. "Nothing in the works!" She said as Draco pulled her to keep walking, the crowd and flashing lights beginning to overheat the two of them.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!" was the last thing the pair heard before they finally made it inside, where there was a distinct absence of paparazzi.

Y/N and Draco made their way to the front desk. "Good morning. We're just here to redeem some tickets." Draco said, pulling out his phone.

"I have them ready and printed right here! Please enjoy your afternoon." The customer service said, handing them two laminated tickets.

"Thank you!" Y/N said before Draco whisked her off to the exhibit.

Draco turned to Y/N, their fingers still intertwined. "You know, you are so... fake." He said, shaking his head as he put their tickets in his pocket.

"Me?" Y/N emphasized, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're one to talk. Looking at me like that with the press?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, using the exact same expression Y/N was talking about. "I'm an actor, am I not?" He asked, smiling, not wanting the press to make up some elaborate story about their "public fight" because they were caught scowling at each other.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing. "You really only care about yourself."

The pair stopped talking and instead watched art pieces together in silence. Draco let out a slow whistle, indicating he was bored, pulling Y/N's hand to go see the next piece, but she stayed planted, feet on the floor.

"Are we not going?" Draco whispered to her as she took a deep breath, continuing to look at the painting in front of her.

"No. This is my favorite piece they have here." She said, eyeing 'Irises,' painted by Vincent Van Gogh.

Draco sighed, guiding her to a bench that a couple had just left. "Well, since we're going to stay here all eternity, we might as well get comfortable." He said passively, making Y/N bite the side of her cheek in order not to let out a laugh.

Minutes passed of Y/N watching the piece, mumbling to herself. "You look crazy. You know that, right?" He asked, watching her tilt her head at the painting.

"I see you're not used to being left alone with your thoughts this long." She said, looking into Draco's eyes. "Just look at it."

Draco stared at the painting, both not noticing that they were getting closer to each other. "I don't see anything-"

"You think so much. What-"

"As opposed to you thinking so little?" Draco retorted, which caused Y/N to smile brightly, noticing another paparazzo in disguise behind him.

"Look at the painting again." She repeated. "What do you feel? What does it make you feel?"

Draco's eyes widened as he sat at the bench, finally understanding what Y/N was going on about, not wanting to admit it. "I feel... like I want to leave."

"Ugh." Y/N groaned. "Let's just go to the blue bed."

"The blue bed?" Draco asked, looking at her worriedly.

Y/N half-laughed, unconsciously squeezing his hand. "It's, um... well, you'll see." She said as they walked past halls to reach the room with a giant blue bed. It was an art piece composed of ostrich feathers, gilded iron, and silk.

"This is..."

"Cool, isn't it?" She asked, letting go of Draco's hand to get up close and inspect the details on the headboard. "This must have taken months..."

"It's... a bed?" He said, unable to have much appreciation for this art style. "I think you've officially lost your mind." He whispered to Y/N lowly, watching her in awe at how someone could be so fascinated with something so unimportant. "I can get something nicer from Ikea."

"Oh, my God. That's not the point, Draco. This is the kind of bed royals would sleep in back in the 18th century. It's art!" She continued, despite Draco rolling his eyes. "Did you know a bed like this was quite a status symbol? In fact, one French king owned, like, 400 of them." She said, looking back at the bed.

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. "Hm. Maybe I'll buy one, then."

"Please don't. They're hideous." She said while Draco laughed at her comment.

The pair walked throughout the museum with the same dynamic seen previously. Again, one would be enthused, the other just hungry and ready to leave.

Despite Y/N's conscience, Draco wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. At least not at the near-surface.

And despite Draco's, Y/N was quite humble about her successes, not feeling the need to bring them up like him. Unfortunately, the reminder that some are more evolved than the blond sent him spiraling back into his aversion for the young actress.

"You can suck my fucking balls." Draco said, smiling in a way only Y/N and their managers could see through. A waiter walking by had overheard, her eyes widening in shock.

"Mm, always been the classy one, Draco." She responded back, smiling softly. "You're so uptight, the stick up your ass is nearly coming out your mouth." She said, delicately caressing his hair, twirling her fingers through some loose curls that covered the nape of his neck.

It felt nice to be touched like that. Even when Y/N was saying such vulgar things. It was almost like if her touch would be as soft as it was, he didn't mind it.

Dusty and Stephanie hid the urge to roll their eyes while in the company of each other. Instead, Dusty spoke up. "Enough, you two. You've stalled long enough. You owe the paps a kiss." He said, tilting his head towards the mounds of paparazzi outside the window.

Draco looked at Stephanie with a look she would've giggled at if it wasn't so immature. Y/N seemed as if she was about to throw up, and that wasn't saying much compared to how she'd looked for the past thirty minutes.

Y/N was the first to turn to Draco. She eyed his lips for a second before her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes closed, pulling the back of his head towards her as she closed the gap between them.

Stephanie smiled, putting more sauce on her Caesar salad as they pulled apart. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

It really wasn't, not for Draco and not for Y/N. But both were too proud to admit that kissing each other wasn't an entirely utterly horrific experience like they were making it seem.

His lips were soft, warm. It's not like he was sloppy. He was the mere opposite, in fact. And Y/N was anything but uncalculated. Still, it seemed to Y/N that Draco would've rather gone broke than kiss her again.

The two sat in silence for the rest of the meal, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking.

"So, tomorrow's the filming for the Super Bowl. Are you two excited?" Stephanie asked, fighting Dusty for the check.

Draco looked at Y/N in confusion, as if she ever knew what they were talking about. "What filming?" He asked, his cheeks turning red when his voice cracked with nervousness.

Dusty cleared his throat, slipping his credit card in the bill folder. "The Super Bowl has asked you to film a short commercial to get people excited for the game."

"Where are our scripts?" Y/N sighed, not in the mood to argue.

"Right here." Stephanie said, taking out her portfolio folder and handing each of them the one-page script. "It's a bit..."

"Sensual?" Y/N finished her sentence, going through the lines again, which included moaning.

She'd done scenes like that before. But always with somebody charismatic like Mark Ruffalo. Never with someone as stuck-up as Draco.

Stephanie nodded, shrugging her shoulders up. "It's the best I could do. People want to see you together."

Draco placed the script face down on the table. "Steph, half of my family's going to watch me practically dry hump Y/N." He said, making Y/N sink in her seat, embarrassed. "Isn't there any way-"

Dusty shook his head profusely. "This deal will get each of you $1 million. Just for a little bit of kissing that'll last about a minute, tops. Are you sure you're willing to pass up that offer?"

Y/N shook her head slowly, and Draco followed as if he was getting reprimanded by his mother. "Wonderful." Stephanie said, getting up, Draco following. "We'll see you two tomorrow." She said, giving Dusty a very long hug.

Draco drew Y/N close, eyeing the paparazzi, whispering something incomprehensible to them into her ear. "Pretend you're laughing and kiss my forehead." He said, rubbing her back as her arms were settled comfortably around his torso.

Y/N pulled away, mustering up a fake laugh that made it no wonder she'd gotten so many acting awards. "Bye, love." She said quietly, kissing his forehead. She'd realized the paparazzi weren't able to decipher what she was saying, especially not with her back to them. But between the warm affection and all the commotion surrounding them, she'd gotten caught in the moment.

Their managers watched them exchange sentiments with each other. Their jaws dropped at how they could be so close and tender, despite how they supposedly felt about each other.

"Uh… bye, Steph, it's always nice seeing you." Y/N smiled awkwardly, ashamed she'd let herself get so caught up in Draco's aura. His eyes bore into the side of her head.

"Bye, my dear." She whispered before pulling away, watching Y/N's ashamed expression as they walked away.

"Are you still acting, Y/N?" Dusty said, leading her to the car parked outside, waiting to take her home.

VI. STEAM

The director paced the room as Y/N anxiously pulled her shirt, trying to cover as much skin as possible before she had to get rid of her modesty again. "So, how about we do the kissing smooch smooch, blah blah blah, and the dialogue in between, then break the fourth wall?"

Draco nodded, still feeling awkward from what happened the day prior. Y/N nodded, too, afraid any word she said would come out wrong. It was the fifth take the director asked for. Any more, and you'd wonder if he was getting hot to it.

"Alright, let's do this, we got thirty minutes' till lunch, and I'm not stopping until it's perfect." He said, sitting back down in his director's chair. "And... action!"

Draco rolled on top of Y/N, his hand lingering up her torso under her shirt, as the script said. His wet kisses lingered on her skin as he began getting rougher, his grip on her tighter. "Good thing everyone's gone tonight." He whispered his lines, unknowingly over a spot Y/N felt dizzy for.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, suppressing a moan to save herself further embarrassment as Draco's warm hands squeezed around her waist even more.

"For the Super Bowl." Draco said softly as Y/N took her cue to switch their positions, so he was now under her. Draco moaned her name quietly, although both the microphone and Y/N picked up on it.

"Oh, right." She said, kissing down his chest, each kiss longer than the last. She moaned into his skin, sending vibrations lower than she'd planned. Then, she turned to the camera beside her and Draco, looking in the lens, as Draco followed a second later. "You are coming to the Super Bowl, right?"

"And... cut!" The director said excitedly. "That's it, that's a wrap! That was perfect, you two, really great work." He said, adjusting his pants.

Dusty, standing by, quickly handed her a pair of shorts, socks, and shoes as Stephanie gave Draco a shirt.

Draco nodded at Y/N and headed to the sound editor, who sat in a corner on his third cup of coffee. "Hey, man, could you fix the part where-"

"The part where you moaned her name? Already on it, Post can fix anything." He said almost robotically, his eyes glued to the screen as he typed at lightspeed.

"Thanks, man." He said, sighing as he headed out the building to his trailer.

Y/N retreated to her trailer soon after, having overheard the conversation between Draco and the sound editor. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing when she felt something poking the arch of her foot. She took her sneakers off to reveal a silver ring engraved 'DM.'

This must've come off while he was touching my- Y/N shook the thought as quickly as it came, utterly afraid of herself and her feelings at the moment.

She walked out of her trailer, nearly tripping over one of the steps for focusing so much on what she was going to say once she got in. She knocked on Draco's door twice before walking in.

"Hey, Draco, you left your- oh, God." She said, covering her eyes. Some girl, who looked remarkably like Y/N (Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and her same smile), gasped in shock. She removed herself from on top of Draco, utterly embarrassed that she'd been kissing a taken man. "I'm- I'm sorry." Y/N said to Draco, dropping the ring on a table. Beginning to step out, she took a deep breath, walking quickly back to her trailer.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Draco exclaimed, pulling on his shirt quickly as he let himself into her trailer. "Y/N." He said softly, watching her pack up her belongings.

She sniffled very slightly, afraid he'd notice the tears pooling up in her eyes. "I should've waited for you to answer the door. It's my fault." She said, looking down at her feet. Never in her life did she regret having met him more than in that moment. She'd fallen for him - Draco Malfoy, the obnoxious, self-absorbed asshole. She'd fallen for him, and it felt like there was no way out.

"Y/N, please just let me talk to you." Draco said, holding her in place by her arms.

Y/N's lip quivered as she inhaled his scent, something she'd learned to miss when in its absence. "There's nothing to talk about, Draco. You're allowed to have a life. It's not like this is real, anyway." She said, pulling a sweater on.

"What do you mean this isn't real? Y/N, of course, it's real! We signed a contract!" Draco yelled, making Y/N shake from holding in her sobs. "For fuck's sake, you're an actress! Act like you love me back!" He said, making Y/N wipe several tears out of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, holding back everything she could, including her true sentiments for him. "Acting and lying are polar things, Draco." She said, a tear sliding down her cheek. Draco swore his heart had never been so sore. "We have to make a brief appearance before we go home. Are you coming?" She said, sniffling her nose once more, extending her hand for him to hold.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tighter than he ever had, as if to show his hurt, knowing she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to just leave her alone. Then, as they made their way out of the building, where paparazzi were piled up, Y/N squeezed his hand as if to remind him to smile.

They waved to the cameras, ignoring the questions they would have usually answered under different circumstances.

"Y/N, are you and Draco going home together?"

"Draco, how's the girlfriend?"

"Don't touch me." Y/N said to a paparazzo who'd been getting very handsy with her. She continued walking, her grip on Draco's hand a little tighter, and her body a little closer to his, as she felt his hands on her hip again. "I said, don't touch me!"

"Who touched you?" Draco asked Y/N, whipping to the side, looking the man in his eyes. "You touch her?" He said, letting go of Y/N's hand to approach the reporter.

"Yeah." The unsightly man laughed in his face. "She felt nice."

Y/N looked at Draco with wide eyes, never seeing him look so... predacious. Y/N tugged on his jacket, pulling him towards the car that was waiting for him, wary of the people watching. "It's okay, love, let's just-"

"You sick piece of shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco said, punching the man in the face. Then, with a bleeding nose, the reporter brought his camera up to Draco's face, snapping a picture.

"Draco!" Y/N gasped. The paparazzi choked, and even the flashing stopped for a moment before Draco spoke again.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up." He said quietly before he shoved the camera to the floor, holding the man by the collar and kicking him right where it hurt. "Don't you ever," He said, kicking his stomach. "think you can," Security had now come for both Y/N and Draco's safety, as both were being whisked away to the car. "touch my girl ever again." He yelled, flipping the cameras off behind the car window before driving off.

Dusty and Stephanie stayed silent in the car's third row, shocked.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked out the window, praying she wouldn't cry in front of Draco and their managers.

Dusty tried to reprimand Y/N for not doing more, and Stephanie tried disciplining Draco for getting involved in something "trivial to his career." But not a word got through to any of them. All they were thinking of now was how fucked they were.

There were no more snarky remarks from him. No sarcastic quips from Y/N. It was just silent.

Draco's fist clenched around his seatbelt, his knuckles white, clenching his hand every once in a while from how sore it was. Maybe if he had accepted that he was entirely entranced by the idea of Y/N, maybe if he'd seen how she could light up any room she was in with her smile, maybe if he'd known that he'd fallen for her, this wouldn't have happened. But, alas, we don't all get what we want.

"Y/N, your stop. Have a lovely evening." The driver said, stopping in front of her apartment building as if he hadn't seen what had gone down just a few minutes prior.

"See you." Y/N said to Draco quietly, kicking herself for even addressing another word to him.

Surely what she felt for him, he felt for her, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defended her the way he did. The thing was - Y/N would've given anything just to know how he felt about her. Even if he didn't feel a way about her at all.

VII. AFTERMATH

She'd been cooped up in her apartment for a week now, only answering to her manager, asking him to cancel various appointments she had planned for the next few days.

A knock at the door was all she needed to distract her as she played Jenga with herself in her dining room.

"Who is it?" She called, pulling a wooden block out the side.

"Guess." Stephanie said, knocking on the door again. "Let me in. We must talk." She said, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor.

Y/N stayed quiet, pulling one more block out before the tower collapsed, making her jump slightly at the sudden noise.

She sighed, rolling her eyes and getting up to tend to the woman at the door. Stephanie smiled promptly and strutted in, a lattice basket in hand. "Come in, I guess." Y/N said before shutting the door behind her.

She sat down in the living room, crossing her legs before taking off her gloves, spreading out multiple magazines over Y/N's coffee table.

"And this is?" Y/N asked, pouring Stephanie a glass of champagne, her favorite.

Stephanie sat back, taking a sip before answering. "All the news publications that have written about you and Draco's "tragic breakup" since you decided your feelings are more important than your career." She said, watching Y/N pick up a random magazine and read the cover to herself. "Oh, this basket is for you, by the way, my dear." She said, placing her homemade care package on the ground as Y/N's eyes scanned the article on the trashy magazine cover.

"Did he really say this?" She said, defeated, holding up a copy of Celebrity Worldwide.

"SHE'S AN UGLY COW WHO CAN GO TO HELL!" CELEBRITY DRACO MALFOY SAYS ABOUT Y/N Y/L/N ON PG. 20.

Y/N glanced at the magazine cover once more before shaking her head to herself, tears dropping out of her eyes.

Stephanie pulled her close, letting Y/N cry into her shoulder as she tenderly stroked her hair - the way a mother would. "Of course not, dear." She said quietly, humming a tune. "But maybe he'll have a similar sentiment if you don't come out of this cave." She said, smiling at the small laugh that escaped Y/N's mouth.

Y/N looked into Stephanie's gray eyes, sitting up, as she unwrapped the care package to take out a frosted treat. "Cookie?" She asked guiltily, her mouth full.

Stephanie shook her head as she sighed before speaking. "Y/N - Draco's got a good heart. He may seem like he hates you, but trust that he's hurting. You need to talk to him. In the ten years, I've worked for him, I've never ever seen him like this. He's torn up. Eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate," She said, pointing to the empty pack of hot chocolate mix Y/N had on her dining table. "as soothing as it is, it isn't going to fix the issue at hand. You need to talk to him."

Y/N sighed, afraid of the thought of confronting the tall blond. "He's going to hate me."

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Come on." She smiled to herself, being reminded of Dusty. "He'd be crazy to hate you. And you'd be crazy not to notice how much he likes you." She said, making Y/N blush.

"I'll talk to him." Y/N said, shuffling through the rest of the contents of the gift basket Stephanie had made her. "Chocolate?"

VIII. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

The clouds loomed over California - an occurrence that felt a bit more depressing the longer Y/N and Draco were estranged.

Y/N stood in front of his door, mentally preparing herself for any possible outcome of this visit. She shut her eyes, cracking her neck, before knocking on the tall double doors that marked Draco's apartment.

Draco opened the door, shirtless, messy-haired, his sweatpants stained. He eyed Y/N, who looked like she'd just seen a ghost, up and down, taking in a sight he'd missed for as long as he'd been away from it. She nervously fiddled with a belt loop on her jeans as she gnawed down on her cheek - one of her nervous habits, Draco had noticed.

"Can we talk? Please?" She asked, searching for a glimmer of the same desire she held in her eyes for him.

Draco nodded, tilting his head towards the inside. "Come in." He said, closing the door behind him as they made their way onto his loveseat couch. Draco quickly put on a shirt to hide that he hadn't worked out in days.

The two stared at each other, heartbreak in their eyes, with neither of them knowing it. "I'm so sorry, Draco." Y/N said, feeling her face heat up. "I made you lose deals, your reputation lowered because of me, and I just-" Draco sat up quickly, pulling her in for a hug - the first sincere embrace they'd shared, despite being so affectionate in front of the public so many times.

"Don't cry." His low voice rumbled as he rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her as her arms wound tighter around his neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Y/N separated herself, fixing her hair behind her ears. "What?" She asked, her brow unconsciously raising itself in confusion.

"I wasn't being fair at all. This whole thing was blown way out of proportion by me, and I was being so stupid. And the truth is, I was really only kissing that girl in my trailer because… well, she looked like you. I don't," Draco sighed heavily, wondering if his apology was getting through to Y/N at all. "I don't deserve you as a fake girlfriend." He said, making Y/N laugh, shoving his arm.

The two smiled at each other in a light-hearted silence before Draco asked a question that'd been bothering him since they'd stopped speaking.

"So you didn't say all those things in the press?" He asked, hope evident in his blue eyes.

Y/N shook her head, remembering what foul things she'd apparently told J-14 magazine. "You know me better than that, Draco." She giggled at him, who was swiping fake sweat off his forehead. "You're not too bad, I don't think. I was wrong about you."

Draco smiled through his words as he spoke again. "You know, I never said you were an ugly cow or a clay-brained robot incapable of feeling."

Y/N's body sprung up as she looked at him in confusion. "I didn't read that last one."

"Ooh. Stay away from People magazine, then." He said quietly, making Y/N giggle again. "You're actually quite…" Draco looked at Y/N, her eyes slightly red, skin clear, and lips puffy from crying. "Beautiful."

The word caught Y/N by surprise. Talk show hosts and interviewers and fans had called her that before, but it had never made her so speechless the way it did when Draco said it. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself.

"I don't see anybody else here." He said, eyeing her lips again.

Y/N smirked, subtly inching closer to Draco, although it didn't go unnoticed by him. "You're not so bad yourself, I suppose." She said quietly, gasping before Draco pulled her to his lips.

It started out soft and innocent. They'd kissed before, but never like this - never in privacy.

Her warm lips traced his soft ones as they glided across each other as if it were a dance.

Y/N giggled at the thought that she and he were really doing this. Draco chuckled, continuing to kiss her through the haze. Their noses bumped against each other the more into it they grew, Y/N's fingers pulling Draco's ends. Even when they'd finally pulled away to allow each other to breathe, Draco rested his forehead on hers, licking his lips before giving her one more kiss.

"I can't get enough of you." Draco whispered, panting against Y/N's mouth, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

"Well, I'm right here." Y/N answered, having gained enough breath to continue their kiss, tasting subtle mint notes on Draco's tongue.

"I fell for you first." Draco bragged, feeling his body relax as if the world had no stress or worries.

"You did not." Y/N said as Draco began kissing down her neck.

"Did, too." He said, coming back up for just one more kiss.

IX. EPILOGUE

Draco babbled with one of Dusty and Stephanie's twins in his arms, making funny faces, trying to amuse the small boy. At the same time, his girlfriend, Y/N, answered a fan's question at a film promotion for their new movie together.

"His sense of humor." She answered, bouncing the other twin on her knee. The crowd smiled at the babies, their adorable chubby faces lighting up at the sight of the audience.

"Oh, one more question." The same person from the previous question said. "Draco, what was your favorite scene to film?"

Draco chuckled into the mic, letting the baby in his arms play with his rings. "That one's easy. The scene where Y/N wore a pregnancy belly." He said, feeling himself glow red as the audience let out "ooh's." "It's not- come on, it's not like that, guys!" He said, making the audience laugh. "It was just endearing to see her like that." He said, gawking at the pretty girl sitting next to him, who was looking at him with the same lovesick eyes. "Alright, alright, next question?" He said jokingly.

"This one's for Draco - um, what was the best part about working on the film?" A young girl asked, clearly nervous about speaking in front of such a large crowd.

"Probably being with my girlfriend all the time. I'm sorry, I know I'm making all these answers about her, I can't help it." A chorus of "aw's" escapes from the audience. Draco grins, nodding, as Y/N playfully shoves his arm.

It only takes one person in the crowd to say it before everyone else is influenced: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The audience said, each chant louder than the last.

"What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?" Draco smirked, covering their mics as the chants kept getting louder.

Y/N smiled, nodding as she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but not before Draco covered the twins' eyes, their feet kicking to see what they were missing.

"No one I'd rather be with than you." Draco said, pecking her lips one more time, admiring his world.

"Ditto."

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years ago

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Omg Steph, I just read about the new lists and I'm so excited lol

Umm could you post those 3rd pov sherlock and John whump fics? And the heartwarming fics, I'm curious lol

Thanks!!!

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh, glad you asked for one or the other!! I'm only going to post one of the lists, since they're both pretty long AND because I like having them separate these days! Since his name is first, let's do Sherlock's! Please don't hesitate to send another ask for John's POV ones :)

Feel free to add your own fics, friends!

SHERLOCK 3rd PERSON POV Pt. 2: HURT/COMFORT &/or WHUMP

See also:

POV Sherlock 1st & 2nd Person

POV Sherlock 3rd Person Pt. 1: Fluff

Fitting by thegingerbatch (G, 380 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Hard Pining Sherlock) – John and his best man get fitted for their tuxedos.

Possessive by Fang323 (T, 850 w., 1 Ch. || John Whump, Hospitalization, Possessive / Protective Sherlock, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – His John did not belong. Not here. Not in this blasted hospital. It simply was not logical.

His by I'm Nova (T, 1,042 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Possessive Sherlock) – Sherlock doesn't share what he's fond of.

Sherlock's Mind Palace by Valkyrie Of The Dead (K+, 1,091 w., 1 Ch. || Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Deaths, Self Reflection) – Sherlock needs to change his mind-palace once again. He had hoped he wouldn't, he had thought he wouldn't, because they were invincible, weren't they?

Idiot by Anesthesiologist (T, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Alternate TGG / Explosion, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Inner Monologue, John Saves Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – What the heck happened? He remembered the pool and Moriarty, but then what? Had he been dying?

BBCSH 'Poor Mary' by tigersilver (M, 1,839 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Missing Scene, Sherlock POV) – As the tin says above, this is a missing scene, set directly after Sherlock awakens in hospital after having been shot by his best mate's wife. Minor angst, some pining, nothing nasty; please don't be alarmed unduly.

Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1,919 w., 1 Ch || Sherlock POV, Suicidal Ideation, Near-Death, Hospital, Sherlock Whump, Gunshot, Unhappy/Ambiguous Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?”

Take My Hand, Knot Your Fingers Through Mine by patster223 (K+, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Whump, Pining Sherlock) - "I know this is an inconvenience for you, but I would really rather you were awake right now, John." John is unconscious, and Sherlock decides to talk to him anyway. Sherlock/John pre-slash.

L'Esprit D'Escalier by TheSoulOfAStrawberry (K, 2,011 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Romance, Hurt / Comfort, Pining) – A lack of understanding leads to a misunderstanding, which in turn leads to two confused men dealing with something they should have sorted out earlier, rather than on John's wedding day.

It's a Dummy by Johnnlocked (Krullenbol2602) (T, 2,574 w., 3 Ch. || HLV-Remix, Major Character Injury, H/C, Love Confessions, Mary is Not Nice, 3G Moment) – What if Mary had taken the shot?

Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (NR (T), 3,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4 / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock POV, Love Confessions, Drunk Sherlock / Sober John, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil) – He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want 221b Baker Street to be nothing more than rest stop John returns to on his journeys between women. He doesn’t want to play co-parent if Rosie is going to be snatched away from him and placed in the arms of whatever nameless woman du jour John lands on next. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomolies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

It's Just Another Birthday by Vintage Tea Party (K, 3,207 w., 2 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock’s Birthday, Sherlock 3rd Person POV) – When John makes a birthday cake for Sherlock he thinks its an innocent enough gesture. But nothing is ever normal with Sherlock and this isn't just another birthday.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn't. A history of the boys, in food.

Bolt Holes by PostcardsfromTheoryland (T, 4,177 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Angst, Drug Mentions, Pining Sherlock) – John asked, one evening, if Sherlock liked her. To which he grudgingly had to say yes, and John said he was glad. Because John was going to propose to her.

In Good Hands by Haelia (K+, 4,384 w., 1 Ch. || Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump) – John and Sherlock are stranded deep in the wilderness with no phones and no foreseeable escape. With John wounded, Sherlock fears they will die here: in the cold, in the damp, in the woods.

What John Doesn't Know (Won't Hurt Him) by blueink3 (NR [T], 4,392 w., 1 Ch, || S3 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Snippets of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Fluff and Angst, Five and One, Hopeful Ending, POV Sherlock) – Five people who see Sherlock's scars before John Watson. But Sherlock's secrets were never something he could keep from his blogger for long.

London's Ghost by JustlikeWater (K+, 5,642 w., 1 Ch. || Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Post-TRF AU, Sherlock POV) – "Today, it's been weeks since Sherlock died. Other times, years. He doesn't know for sure, though. Time passes differently for the dead"

I'll Be Fine by whitchry9 (T, 6,473 w., 21 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, John Whump, Friendship, MCD, Heavy Angst) – John says he'll be fine, and Sherlock believes him. Until he can't any more. And it's awfully hard to forgive John for lying about something big like that, even if he didn't mean to. Not using warnings because spoilers, but there are some.

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

The Dying Doctor by Transcendental Starlight (T, 11,258 w., 3 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Sick John / John Whump, ACD Rewrite) – Loosely based off ACD's "The Dying Detective." Sherlock relives a case that should have killed him, but instead resulted in John being hospitalized for a deadly disease. Sherlock endeavors to catch the murderer, while attempting to envision a future without John Watson. No Slash.

Always the sun by Rose de Sharon (K+, 12,377 w., 3 Ch. || Song Fic, Alternate Post-TGG, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection / Reflection, Injury Recovery, Obsessive / Protective Sherlock, Nightmares, John’s Past, Bed Sharing / Cuddles) – Sherlock ponders about how much his life has changed since John has become his flatmate.

I Need You To See Me by Mssmithlove (E, 12,625 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Amnesia, Soldier!John) – After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he's spent being Sherlock Holmes' partner and husband. Part 9 of Happiness Awaits

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

The Haze by Ulura (T, 15,381 w., 12 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Whump, Turmoil, Mystery, Worried Sherlock, Mycroft Helps Sherlock, Flashbacks, Blood, Kidnapped John) – Sherlock wakes up, injured and confused on the floor of 221b, the last two days a complete blank. He must struggle not only to recover but to figure out what happened to him and most importantly, find his missing friend John Watson.

In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl (E, 15,590 w., 1 Ch. || Victorian AU || Virgin / Demi Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Bottomlock) – Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TGG Fic, Introspection / Flashbacks, Friendship/Epic Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Sherlock Admires John, BAMF John, John Deduces, Fancy Party, John’s Self Esteem, Domestics) – In the final moments of "The Great Game" Holmes hopes he will have the chance to tell his flatmate that he was wrong. Heroes do exist after all and the one in front of him is called Dr John Watson.

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856 w., 15 Ch. || Sick Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Case Fic, Self-Harm, Slow Burn, Jealous Sherlock, Body Image Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional H/C, POV Sherlock, Oral / Anal, Thong, Frottage) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a "harmless" virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst (E, 32,231 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism || John has a Magical Cock, Dub Con, Healer John) – John Watson has a medical condition that means everyone he sleeps with is instantly healed of all illness and injury. This causes complications when Sherlock breaks his arm, and even more complications when Sherlock falls in love with him. Yes, this is a story where John has a literal magic healing cock. It's a lot less cracky than you're probably imagining. Warning: Contains complex issues of sexual consent, although not between Sherlock and John.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w., 14 Ch. || Character Injury, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Sherlock POV, Toplock) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

You Have Drawn Red From My Hands by J_Baillier (T, 67,085 w., 17 Ch. || Three Garridebs, Heavy John Whump, Hurt / Comfort, Pining, Heavy Angst, Case Fic/Adventure, Slow Burn, Sick Fic, Injury, Guilt & Depression, Just Talk Already Please, Medical Realism, PTSD) – John getting injured leads Sherlock on a path of guilt and revelations.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || Established Relationship, Major Character Injury, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis/Disabilities, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sherlock, Mental Health Issues, Drug Use, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

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