I know- I knowwww, a lot of you don’t like George x Draco x Fred, or Draco x one of them. But I love them so much and if any of the writers for them are listening please make more.
I’ve made like four fics of them and a handful of Draco x Fred.
I just love them okay, I don’t know why. But the ship means so much to me it’s not funny, I’m so grateful for small fic writers. I love you guys!
The guardians looking for Jack in Pitch’s lair and hear “No-no stay back! Get off of me! Ahhhh!” And freaking out thinking he’s in danger,
But jack and pitch are just having role-play sex.
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:P did that make sense ? lollll English is hard okay! anyways- it’s funny concept.
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and Jack just hears a loud thump upstairs and is just half crawled off the messy bed looking up like “the hell was that?” Before just shrugging and moving on.
Ladybug: Listen, Tangerine, I need your help with something.
Tangerine, pulling out a switch blade: Great, who are we killing? I don't do kids. That's a rule. But that rule is negotiable if the kid is a dick.
apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life
Draco laughed, flour still falling down around them. More landing in his hair casting white flakes that looked like snow in the warm over head light, it made the blond look ethereal.
Ron felt his breath catch, every thought flooded into his mind with so much love he could never express as his own soft laughs come to a slow stop, his thoughts race ‘I wanna marry him- I wanna marry him- I need to marry-‘
“Will you marry me?” The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could prosses it.
‘Shit this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! he had a plan one malfoy was worthy of- but he wouldn’t take it back not when it was the truest thing he had ever asked. ‘
Draco’s giggles come to a hilt with a confused smile on his face as he prossess what the other had said, he blinked a few times as his breathing sped “w-what?” Draco’s voice was soft and hesitant like he thought Ron would ever joke about this.
“I-I know is not how you planed or at least how I planed but I mean it, I love you more than anyone, would you do me the honor of marrying me ? Please” Ron’s voice was quiet and full of worry Draco’s brows furrow his face flushing pink “you asshole!-“
Ron’s heart sank ‘shit of course this wasn’t good enough and now he blew his chance-‘
“-I had a whole thing planed! I was going to ask you but you had to be an adorable, dick and take my spot light. It was going to be so magical and you would have had to say yes an-“
Ron’s thoughts was at a full stop “you were gonna ask to marry me?”
Draco crossed his arm “Yes! Now. Wait here I’m getting my ring to do it first!” Draco cracked a smile before running to the bed room.
Ron blinked before laughter bubbled up inside him and he started chasing after the blond his mismatched socks sliding on the hardwood. Once he reached the bedroom, Draco was in his bottom drawer grabbing a wooden ring box. Ron wrapped his arms around the blond lifting him away
“No you don’t! I’m asking first!” Ron smiled wider hearing Draco yelp in surprise, as giggles raking his frame, Ron walked him way leading them to the closet where he reached into an old mustard yellow jacket pocket Draco hated the color of, Grabbing a Dark green ring box.
“No!!” Draco laughed faking annoyance. Ron sat Draco down quickly dropping to his knee, Draco dropped down with him holding out his own ring box- wooden with suns carved into it, “ Will you marry me Ronald Wesley?” Draco quickly asked.
Ron laughed smiling so hard his cheeks hurt “yes. Now Draco luscious malfoy will you marry me?” Draco nodded quickly his long hair bouncing wildly “YES!” Ron quickly stood catching Draco in his arms rubbing their noses together.
“see where was this excitement before?” Ron teased
Draco laughed wetly as tear began to fill his eyes as reality set in. “Because I had to ask you first!”
Ron huffed “technically-“ Draco shut him up with a kiss before pulling back and sliding on the golden ring onto the tan finger. Ron smiled sliding his own delicate sliver ring onto Draco’s manicured finger.
“Alright we’ll call it even. Either way I won” Ron said against the blonds lips draco smiled into the kiss “yeah you did” Ron just laughed fondly pulling the blond in agian before pulling back quickly “Is your bread burning?”
Anyone be interested to read a (maybe ABO) jurassic world x avengers story? Specifically raptor handler (omega) Peter meeting (alpha) Bucky who’s idk (alpha? Maybe) Tony’s friend? Maybe Tony owns the company but has never gone out to look at it?
Could either end winterspider or winterironspider
Idk right now it’s just an idea and I don’t have all the details fixed out, just know I want sassy raptor handler Peter and endgame somthing with Peter x Bucky
Thoughts? If you have any ideas feel free to tell me! (I just want BAMF Peter and dinosaurs!)
every day I learn bot comments on ao3 are stooping lower and lower
anyway if you get a comment like this, chances are that they are bot and their goal is to do whatever it takes to get you to delete your work, most certainly (from what I’ve heard) it’s because they want to “safely” steal your work, use it to train their ai without you being able to rightfully claim ownership of your work since “there’s no proof that the work was stolen/was posted elsewhere first by you” because the original source has already been deleted.
THEY ARE ALL BOTS. at first it was “ao3 is deleting fics and your entire account will be affected unless you delete the fics yourself” then it was “this work contains contents that are illegal and they have already reported you and your fic to the police” (yes, that’s how desperate these bots are), and now it’s this.
report their comments to ao3 for spam—in this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment too—and don’t pay attention to them, most importantly don’t delete your works, don’t feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on people’s works at random to get people to delete their works. (or even if they’re not bot, they are still pathetic bullies who don’t deserve your time or attention.)
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Ron slammed the door open so hard it ricocheted off the wall with a loud crack. His freckled face was set in a fierce glare that could’ve made even the dark lord back down. But as the door swung wide, the anger froze mid-expression. Both he and Harry came to a skidding halt, blinking slowly as if their brains needed a moment to buffer what they were seeing.
Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by what could only be described as an explosion of silk and lace. Every imaginable color of thong was scattered around them—some folded neatly, most tossed in chaotic little piles that made no sense.
“Uh… I–I don’t know what’s going on?” Ron asked, eyes darting between the two Slytherins and the scandalous sea of underwear at their feet.
Blaise threw his hands dramatically toward the chaos. “Well, I’m trying to get Draco to go through his thongs, but it’s been two fucking hours and the little git won’t get rid of any!” His voice dripped with despair, dark eyes glinting like he’d reached the end of his patience. He snatched a red pair from the floor and waved it accusingly in Draco’s direction. “Like, when will you ever wear these?”
Draco gasped as though Blaise had just insulted the Malfoy name itself. “What if I need a red one! Like—” He paused mid-protest, a slow, wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he turned toward the intruders. Grabbing the red thong from Blaise’s hand, he held it up toward Harry. “What about you? Do you think I should keep these?”
Ron’s entire face went crimson. He looked like he might combust on the spot, torn between covering his eyes and fleeing the room. Harry, on the other hand, stood frozen—mouth slightly open, expression caught somewhere between overwhelming lust and stunned.
Then, to Ron’s utter dismay, Harry cleared his throat. “I think I’d have to see them on you to… ya know, make an opinion.”
Draco’s triumphant grin could’ve lit up the entire dungeons. “See! Now I have to keep them.” He plopped the red thong into a growing “keep” pile that towered alarmingly high beside him.
Blaise groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face in utter defeat. “Nope. That’s it. I’m done. Potter, you take over. Come on, Weasley.”
Before Ron could protest, Blaise stood, grabbed him by the tie, and began dragging him out of the room with surprising force. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Harry alone with Draco and a battlefield of lace.
Teacher!Steve has his class color in hat drawings to hang in the hallway for Christmas. When he’s telling his best friend Peter how proud he is of how creative the kids were, Peter gets that look — the I-have-an-idea look.
A few weeks later, the kids come to class and find that each of their drawings has been turned into a real knitted hat, lovingly made by Peter to match every single drawing.