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request: Hiiii! I have a request - I would absolutely love to see a young Remus Lupin corny crush/pining/getting together imagine!! ❤️

A/N: you have absolutely come to the right place for cheesy fluffy shy remus. also im sorry this took a little while to get posted it took me minute to think of an idea! i hope you guys like this!!

warnings: nothing here except teeth rotting sunshine & unicorns style fluff :)

word count: 1411

remus’s pov

“For God’s sake will you just go talk to her already?” Sirius exclaimed, eliciting a laugh from James and a harsh glare from Madam Pince.

I quickly snapped out of my gaze and turned around to face him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come on Moony. You’ve been staring at her like a lovesick puppy for months now.” James piped up. At this I sighed and closed the textbook I was reading.

“If I had even the faintest clue of what you’re talking about, I would tell you that I have not.”

“Fine then. Guess that just means I have a new date to Hogsmeade this week.” Sirius said with a shrug.

“Go on Sirius!” Peter laughed.

“You lot are insufferable.” I replied.

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t be mad if I asked (y/n) on a date?” Sirius continued. “Because she is really nice to look at-”

“Shut it!” I said in a firm voice.

“Mr Lupin, please keep it down.” I heard not even a moment later.

“Sorry.” I muttered, turning to face Madam Pince’s desk. Clearly the four of us don’t spend much time in the library together.

James, Sirius, and Peter started laughing but their conversation soon moved on. I opened my transfiguration textbook again and started rereading the chapter this week’s upcoming exam was on. I got through about half of it before I was distracted by the reason I came here today in the first place. It’s Thursday afternoon, and she’s always in the library on Thursday afternoons. Usually I come alone, but that wasn’t the case today. Sirius was “bored” and James surprisingly actually wanted to study, and Peter just followed. So now I had to balance studying, getting distracted by her, and trying to keep my best friends quiet when they realized I was getting distracted by her.

The more I sat here in thought the more I realized that they were right though. It’s been months of me pathetically staring at her, awkward “hi’s” and “nice jobs” in the hallway before and after classes, and running away like a fool on those occasional times she catches my gaze and smiles. I think this has become one of those, “now or never” situations, as muggles say.

I abruptly started packing up my things. That’s it. I’m going to talk to (y/n) today.

“Going somewhere?” Sirius asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes actually.” I responded, slinging my bag over my shoulder and pushing in my chair.

“Care to tell us where?” James pried.

“I’m going to do it.” Was all I said before I started walking away towards her table. I wanted to give them more details, but I felt like if I opened my mouth I would somehow talk myself out of this.

“Blimey…I think he’s actually going to talk to her!” I faintly heard James exclaim. I shook my head and took a breath before continuing on my path towards the table where she was sitting, lazily doing what looked like ancient runes work. Her hair was a little messed up from going through the school day, and she had one leg tucked under the other in her position on her chair. Suddenly I was torn on whether or not I should disturb her. She looked so adorably focused. I awkwardly waited by a bookshelf, picking up the random history book on display and reading the title page but not registering a word of it. I finally looked back over to her and saw her shuffling around some papers, hopefully finished with whatever the assignment was.

I tried to place the book back on its shelf but my hands were so shaky it fell, knocking over a few others. I shook my head in embarrassment when I felt the stares of some other people at nearby tables as I clumsily stood the books up again. That whole ordeal only made me more nervous, but I continued to tell myself that I couldn’t keep this up for any longer. I need to do something about these feelings I have. Even if she rejects me, which she probably will, at least I know I tried.

I made my way up to her table. I stood there silently for a second as she put a book away in her bag before finally speaking up “Hi (y/n).”

“Remus! Hi, how are you?” She smiled. My heart was pounding. Between her beautiful face smiling up at me, and the fact that I was actually having a conversation with her, I didn’t know if I would make it through this.

“I’m, uh great! How- how are you?” I stuttered out back.

“I’m good as well.” She said. “Just in the middle of this dreadful ancient runes homework which puts a damper on things though.” She let out a small laugh.

I nodded. “I bet! There’s a reason I decided not to take that class.”

She shook her head. “I’m sure you’d have been fine either way. You’re much smarter than me.”

“Nonsense.” I said, and she laughed again.

“So is there something you needed?”

“Well…I mean there was, but you’re busy so, it can wait.” I got more and more angry at myself with every word of that sentence that exited my mouth, but she’s busy now. I should’ve known this would never work.

“No no don’t worry. I’d love a distraction from this paper.” She said. A second chance.

“Oh! Well in that case…I was wondering if, maybe you wanted to come on a walk with me?” I asked slowly.

Her face seemed to light up at the question and I swallowed hard. “I’d love to.” She replied. “It would be such a shame to waste this beautiful day tucked away in here wouldn’t it.”

“You’re right.” I nodded.

“Alright. Just give me a second to pack up here.”

“Of course.”

Once she was done, the two of us made our way down the hallway and out the doors. The warm spring air collided with my senses and I felt less nervous than I had been a few minutes prior. The two of us fell into easy conversation. (y/n) was everything I knew she would be; intelligent and funny and courteous and so damn beautiful. It was one thing staring at her from far away, but being with her up close and being able to take in her bright eyes, small freckles and the faintest scent of something tropical was another. She was mesmerizing.

After a while we both decided to stop by the Black Lake. She sat down against a tree and I followed suit. We sat in silence in the presence of the about to set sun, and listened to the small waves against the shoreline.

“I look at you too, you know.” She spoke softly, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?” I asked, having a clue but hoping I was wrong.

“I’ve seen you staring at me. But don’t worry, I stare back when you aren’t looking.” She continued, she wasn’t facing me but I could tell her face was curling into a smile.

“Oh…I didn’t realize…I’m sorry if it ever made you uncomfortable. I just…think that you’re really beautiful.” I spit out, holding my breath while waiting on her response.

She turned her head to look at me. Her hand moved to rest on mine and I felt my throat go dry just from that small touch.

“Thank you.” She whispered. I finally took the initiative and moved in slightly closer to her. We sat there admiring each other until I was sure I had all the specks of color in her eyes memorized.

“Remus?” She questioned.

“Hm?” I asked, still lost in her features.

“Will you kiss me?”

My eyes widened at her words. This was everything I’ve wanted for months, and everything I expected to positively never happen. I couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling I got in my stomach and my heart when those words rolled off of her tongue.

I gently placed my hand on her cheek and leaned in close. She closed her eyes as our lips hovered over each other for a second before I closed the space. I felt a soft hand place itself on my side. We melted into each other before we finally pulled away to breathe. My forehead rested on hers before I whispered,

“Yes sweetheart, I’ll kiss you. And I plan to do it more than once.”

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Can you write a Sirius Black one with the prompts 32 and 14 from the smut section? And CONGRATULATIONS ❤️😊

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3. “I think I’m in love with you.”

50. “You love me!”

14. “You’re so turned on already? That was fast.”

32. “I know we’re just friends but you’re sitting on my lap so I’m sorry if I get hard.”

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Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 928

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You stormed into the common room, running a hand angrily through your hair as you muttered curses to yourself, your friends giving each other looks before glancing back at you.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Lily asked tentatively, moving out of James’ arms a little to lean towards you to grab your hand.

You shot her a smile, though it was one that didn’t quite meet your eyes, and squeezed her hand back. “Just accidentally exploded my potion - Slughorn was not happy, gave me detention. Had to clean all the bloody cauldrons so my hands are red raw! And now I don’t have time to do my Transfiguration essay!” You sighed, shaking your head.

“I can help you with your essay tomorrow after DADA,” Remus spoke, offering you an earnest smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thank you Remus, I’ll take you up on that offer if you don’t mind,” you nodded gratefully at him.

“Not at all.”

“Staying with us for a bit, love?” James asked you, pulling Lily back into his side.

You shook your head, “I’m just gonna head to the dorms I reckon - feel like I just need to sleep.” You ran a hand through your hair again, before stepping away from the group, about to head over to your dorm when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down onto a lap.

You let out a small screech, before realising you were in Sirius’ lap, your heart pounding, overly focused on the feel of his hands on your hips.

“Don’t want you wallowing in your own self pity babe, you’re staying right here with us, and more importantly me,” Sirius spoke, pulling you towards him.

You’d turned your head to face him, him grinning cheekily up at you as you shook your head fondly, with a smile back.

Your friends, whom you’d turned your back to, shot each other knowing looks again, though this time James was wiggling his eyebrows, Lily was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of you pressed so closely to Sirius, and Remus was shaking his head at both of your obliviousness, albeit with a smile of his own.

You settled into a more comfortable position, nestled in Sirius’ lap, your head on his chest, as his hands held you waist, listening to the conversation between your friends. You were extremely focused on the point Remus was making, until you felt warm breath hitting your ear, Sirius murmuring into your ear, “I know we’re just friends but you’re sitting on my lap so I’m sorry if I get hard.”

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, “Trying to tell me something, Sirius?”

He nodded immediately, “Yeah, that you’re hot, love.”

You felt yourself become warm, ducking to hide your flustered expression in his chest, which he chuckled at.

A while later, you were alone with Sirius in the common room, your friends having excused themselves to bed.

Sirius gently stroked your hair, and you hummed contently, your eyes shut. You felt him press a kiss to your hairline and you opened your eyes to meet his stormy grey ones, a soft look taking over his face.

“What are you staring at?” You giggled, reaching up to move a strand of his hair out of his face.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he admitted, his usual confident and cocky demeanour hidden as he looked at you with an air of vulnerability. Your hand paused just next to his face, your body freezing for a moment before a smile creeped onto your face, making his lips part a little, waiting for your answer.

“Awww, you love me!” You teased, a smug expression on your face. He rolled his eyes at your teasing, a hand squeezing your hip playfully, “You fancy me too, yeah?”

“You don’t see me sitting on any other boy’s lap do you?” You grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes, you do fancy me then,” Sirius laughed, seemingly more at ease than he was a minutes prior.

“That would be correct,” you nodded.

“Good.”

You looked at him again for a moment, noticing the way his eyes flickered from your own, then down to your lips. He leant forward a little, brushing his lips against yours slowly, before you completely closed the gap, pushing your lips against his and capturing him in possibly the best kiss of his life.

You’d moved to straddle his lap, one of his hands moving down from your waist to your bum, holding you closely to him as he kissed you.

He pulled away just for a moment, to press kisses along your jawline, your breathing becoming uneven, and as he moved to kiss the spot under your ear, you let out a breathy moan, earning a couple of curses from him.

“We’re gonna have to stop if you don’t want to go any further,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, pressing himself against you so you understood why he said that.

“You’re so turned on already? That was fast,” you teased, earning what could only be described as a growl from him.

“Very funny.”

“Only kidding. If it’s any consolation, I want you right now,” you spoke, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth.

“Want-me want me?” Sirius looked at you with bright eyes, his mouth dropping a little.

You smirked at him, rolling your hips against him and nodding, making him curse under his breath as you replied,

“Oh yeah, on this couch, right here, right now. Let’s go.”

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I’m Here

Requested by: @ironholland19 I hope you like it <3 — Fluff number 6 with Harry Potter x Hufflepuff reader?

Prompt 6 (fluff) ~ “i can feel your heartbeat” will be in bold

Requests Closed!!!

Any and all feedback welcome <3 thirty-third fic :)

Word Count: 1169

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You woke to the sound of an owl rattling the window beside your bed. You opened your eyes lazily from sleep and saw it was holding a letter. You jump up, head straight for the window and unlatch it. The owl takes a few steps forward and you recognise it. It’s Hedwig. Harry.

You pluck the letter from its beak and give him a little pat on the head and a little ‘thank you’. You open the letter and see Harry’s awful handwriting spread out across the parchment. Your heart begins beating faster than it’s usual pace.

“Y/n,

Sorry to bother you. Would you be able to meet me? I know it’s late and I don’t want you to get in trouble.

I just really need you right now.

Yours,

Harry”

You bolt up and throw the letter down onto your bed. You reached for some jeans that were crumpled in the corner from earlier in the day. You were already wearing a hoodie. You always got cold at night, so hoodies were a necessity. You grab a coat that would fit over it and slip your shoes on. Very quietly and carefully, you walk to the end of the room where the door was and open it as slowly as you can without making it creek. One of your roommates stirs in her bed and you freeze, watching her. She rolled over, facing you and her eyes flutter open. You were caught.

“Y/n, where are you going?” She whispered sleepily, perching herself up on her elbow.

“I can’t sleep, I’m just going to the common room,” you lie, hoping she’s too tired to notice any details of your appearance.

“In your coat and shoes?” She asks, scrunching her eyebrows together.

“Um- I just-“ you stutter, no good excuses forming into words.

“Tell Harry I said hello,” she giggles and rolls back over smiling to herself.

“You won’t tell?” You ask, making sure. You can’t afford to lose any points, your grades were perfect, your attendance matching. Losing points would ruin everything you’d built yourself up to be. You liked the reputation you had, and you wanted to keep it, but Harry was more important. You’d do anything for him.

“Don’t worry,” she whispers, “I’ve got your back,”

“Thank you,” you say smiling. You walk out and shut the door behind you, as quietly as possible so you don’t wake anyone else up. No one is in the common room, so you walk out very casually, not having to hide. You head up the stairs to the ground floor, staying very close to the wall in the shadows where the light failed to hit. When you reach the top, in front of the Great Hall, you see Harry sitting down near the entrance. You run over to him.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?” You gush, sitting beside him, placing a hand on his back for comfort.

“I’m fine, walk with me?” He asks. You’re confused, but you agree and he gets up, taking your hand in his. It takes a very long time to get the black lake. It wouldn’t have done if it were light and weren’t breaking school rules and trying to avoid prefects and teachers. But with all that, it seemed like forever before you got down there. For some reason, Harry didn’t think to bring his cloak.

When you got there, he sat down in the grass and leaned back, closing his eyes. You absentmindedly did the same, laying your head on his extended arm. You placed your hand on his chest and drew little circles into it with your fingers. You waited, you didn’t want to pressure it out of him, so you waited. He was breathing softly, in and out, seeming not to have a care in the world. But you knew he did, something was bothering him. And here you were, just after midnight at the black lake, lying in the damp grass, seeming not to have a care in the world.

“I’m sorry I dragged you out here,” he says, placing his hand on top of yours. It’s warm.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you,” you reassure him. He sits up and takes both of your hands in his, the position he’s in reflects the moon from his glasses as he looks down.

“I had another nightmare. It just feels so real y/n, what if- what if this influence he has over me will change me? What if it makes me different? I-“ he stops, shaking his head. He can’t get his words out, but you know exactly what he’s getting at. You shuffle closer to him, tightening your grip on his hands.

“Harry, you’ve been through so much. You can get through this, and you’ll come out the other side an even better person than you were before. And an even stronger one, because that’s who you are. You fight for what you believe in, you stay strong, you surround yourself with people who love you, not people who fear you. You’re going to get through this, and I’ll be right there with you,” you say. It’s not the best speech but it was midnight and you were tired and it’s all that came to mind right now. Given the chance, you could write pages and pages on what an amazing person he was. But that wasn’t right now, all he needed to hear was that he was strong enough, and that he had help. And he was. And he did.

He looks at you, making sure you were in earnest, that you meant what you said. He almost couldn’t believe that you could say those things so easily, so effortlessly. That you could make him feel instantly worthy and like he was enough. That you could take away everything that made him feel the opposite in a matter of seconds, in a matter of words. He loved you, he really did. And he wouldn’t be here without you. And he wasn’t getting through this without you.

He leans forward and cups your jaw. He brushes his lips against yours. You kiss him back, and he deepens the kiss, pouring all of his emotions into it before pulling away gently.

“Thank you, I mean it. I wouldn’t be here without you,” he whispers to you, forehead against yours.

“I love you,” you smile.

“I love you too,” he says, leaning back again with you in his arms. You rest your head on his chest this time, wanting to be closer than you were before. You listen to the gentle ripples of the water hitting the bank. It’s soothing, but not as soothing as the sound of Harry’s heart beating within him.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” you whisper softly.

At that moment, Harry feels alive. More alive than he’s felt in months. His heartbeat, the heart that beats for his friends, for you. Yes, he’d make it through, and they were the reason why.

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Here’s a thing I pounded out at 2am because I’m just not feeling myself right now and I needed something like this. So, I’m sure someone else could use it too.

Another letter from Draco Malfoy

My Dearest,

Lately, I’ve noticed the way you avoid yourself. I watch you cut yourself down any chance you get. You’re not nearly as kind to yourself as you deserve. I know you feel terribly about yourself right now. I know you don’t see the person you want in the mirror, but that’s because you see yourself all the time. You don’t see yourself the way I do.

If you could see yourself when you’re bent over your work and concentrated, you’d fall in love with the way your hair falls in your eyes. If you could see the way you look when I do something as simple as bring your your favorite drink, you’d understand how beautiful you are. You’ve never seen the way your eyes light up and a smile spreads over your face. Nor have you hear yourself sing when your voice just comes over the sound of the shower. That’s easily my favorite sound. Only second to your laugh. I would do anything to hear you laugh for the rest of my life. That sounds lights up a room like nothing I’ve ever seen. The warmth you radiate into this sad, grey world could rival the sun. It’s jealous because it could never do what you do without an inch of effort.

I know that just telling you these things may not be enough, but I hope it’s a start. Anything that brings you joy for even a moment is hopefully a good start. All I want is for you to be happy.

Just know that I’m here for you. Whether you want to talk, or a cup of tea and a shoulder to cry on, I’m here, love. I’m here. Forever and always. For as long as you’ll have me. I love you more than you know, but never as much as you deserve because you deserve it all. Feel better soon.

All my heart,

Draco Malfoy

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You’ll Be Fine - Alex Karev x Reader

Prompt: “Who wants to join me in idiot town? Population, me”

A/N: @inkstainedfanfics wanted some Alex x Reader. Sorry this is kind of short short! You deserved something longer but my brain is a mess this week. Hope you like it anyway!

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“I think I’m dead.” You groaned into the crook of your arm, your body shifting sideways on the abandoned gurney. “Pull me to the morgue. Use my body well.”

You could feel large hands on your calves pushing your folded legs out of the way; the sound of another body sitting down next to you caused you to raise your arm slightly. Alex was now positioned at your feet, stretching his legs out on the small bed as you hid away in the back hallway.

“Oh, shut up, Y/L/N, you’re gonna be fine. Webber’s not going to do anything to you.” You scoffed at his confidence, resuming your comforting position under your arms.

“Alex, I tripped over an old woman in a wheelchair and broke eight blood bags. All over the floor. And my scrubs. While rushing to meet Hunt in surgery. I don’t think that’s the kind of thing that just gets glossed over.”

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I’m Here ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: Hi, so I’m not sure if you’re taking these kinds of fics for Draco, but I’ve been feeling really down lately, and I was wondering if you could write a one shot or a scenario where the reader has been having a really bad day/week and Draco comforts them? And maybe Draco lays the reader on his chest and he hums a small tune to make the reader feel better? You can ignore this if it’s an issue, but I’d really appreciate it. I love all of your fics btw! They make me really happy <3

Warnings: none bc mostly fluff, some tears

Words: 1.9K

A/N: i saw this and had to do it effective immediately bc i am feeling the exact same wayyy so this was really nice to think about ;( thank you so much for requesting this and for reading my stuff and i’m so glad i can help in a way <3 i’m sending you nothing but peace, love, and light !!! but i really hope this is gooood <3 do not own gif

Life was punishing you, you thought. It had to be. Because there was no way how in the span of a week everything in your day-to-day life had gone from okay to borderline catastrophic. It was as if every situation you were in was taking its form in the worst case possible scenario and all you could do was watch hopelessly as things continuously got worse sprinkled with small misfortunes in between.

It started on a regular Monday morning, sitting down for breakfast in the Great Hall with blissful ignorance. Halfway through eating your toast, your owl had come in through the open large glass windows and dropped a letter onto your plate from home that left you some very unfortunate news and had set forth a ripple effect that began making everything else go downhill as your days progressed. By the end of the school week, you had managed to blow up a potion, lose house points because of said potion when it splashed onto some people and had some physically altering effects, tripped over your footing and fell in the middle of a crowded corridor, failed a surprise quiz, forgot to turn in an essay, got into an argument with a friend, accidentally slept in and missed a morning class, and took a trip to the hospital wing for a migraine that didn’t want to leave you alone. You could’ve sworn you had somehow been thrown into purgatory, or limbo, or something outer-worldly.

“Are you alright?” Draco had asked you right after breakfast that Monday morning as he was walking you to your first class. “What was in the letter your owl gave you? You look worried.”

“It was nothing,” you dismissed quickly, trying to put on a half-hearted smile while you spoke to make it more convincing. “I’m fine, just tired.”

It was the beginning of the week, and he did keep you up late the night before when you were sneaking around together, so he just shook his head up and down and took your excuse even though he felt like there was more to it than you were letting on. But as the days went on, he was becoming more observant of the way you were acting and even looking. He didn’t like that every morning he saw the shadows under your eyes get deeper and darker, and he didn’t like how you would close your eyes in pain when you would groan about your headache. He also didn’t like the way he hadn’t seen you truly smile or laugh all week even when he tried countless times to amuse you or cheer you up. But what he didn’t like most of all was that he felt like there was nothing he could do.

On Wednesday afternoon, he tried asking you again. You were sitting in the Quad with him on a bench and he was telling you a story from earlier in the day about how he had ‘accidentally’ tripped this Gryffindor boy and got Snape to take away house points from him that he thought for sure would you make laugh or perhaps give him a disapproving redirection, but when he glanced up to see your reaction, he noticed you weren’t even listening, to begin with. You had been staring down at your shoes and the way they lined up against the cracks in the pavement, kicking around some gravel as your mind was running a million thoughts per second.

“Love?” He said to you softly. You looked up at him swiftly with a quiet questioning hum, e/c eyes widened slightly from being ripped away from your thoughts suddenly. “You know if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”

“I know,” you nodded warmly. “I’m okay, Dray. I’m honestly just tired.”

And you were telling the truth, in a sense. You really were tired; physically, mentally, emotionally.

He frowned, dissatisfied with your answer. “Right, well if anything at all comes up, I’m here.”

From then on, Draco took it upon himself to try and increase his affections and compliments. He would hug you a little tighter, kiss you a little longer, whisper sweet little nothings into your ear before he left you for class. You felt a little bad lying to him, withholding the truth from him, and you saw the concern in his light gray’s when you’d meet him in the mornings and for the rest of the day, but it only made you feel a tad bit worse. You were starting to feel guilty for the way he was worrying, feeling like you were dragging him down into the dumps with you and raining on his usual carefree parades.

On Friday morning, you didn’t meet him for breakfast and you were out of the Great Hall faster than he could catch you. He felt like a stalker when he walked by your class, peeking his head in to see if you were there and well. He spotted you sitting at your desk, hunched over your unopened books with a grimace on your face and your head in your hands. He wanted to go in and whisk you away to somewhere far and quiet, but the Professor had caught him by the door and sent him on his way before he could even think of doing anything of the sort.

You felt the day had gone by extremely slow, relative to how the week was moving and also impossibly dismal. You were counting down the minutes until the end of the school day, ready to run to your dorm right after your last class and bury yourself deep into your duvet and pillows for the rest of the weekend.

Head still pounding, you trudged over to your final class, stopping outside the doors when you saw a small group of your housemates standing around with unnerved expressions as they passed each other papers and spoke in hushed tensed tones.

“I studied all night but my friend took the test earlier and she told me during lunch that it had stuff on it that wasn’t even in the reading!” You heard one exclaim in distress.

“We have a test?” You accidentally said aloud and a pair of eyes turned to look at you confusingly.

“Yeah? Professor’s been telling us all week.”

A scoff of disbelief escaped your lips, an overwhelming sense of defeat washing over you as you turned briskly on your heel and in the opposite direction of your classroom. Tears started pricking at your eyes, you felt the stinging of them wanting to be released but you refused to let them all out in the open and especially in front of people who were still taking their time to head to their classes.

You were making a beeline towards your common room, blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision that was quickly pooling with unshed tears while trying to steady your breathing in another failed attempt to calm yourself. You were nearly there, you could tell by the paintings and doors that you passed by and the black stain splattered on the floor you saw every day on your way to the dorms from someone’s dropped ink bottle that Filch hasn’t been able to get rid of.

Almost there, you kept repeatedly reminding yourself.

All hope of solace was gone when you didn’t notice the body you had unknowingly crashed into. All you felt were strong hands around your biceps, holding you in place from toppling backward and the very familiar scent of expensive cologne and mint.

“Y/N? Why aren’t you in class?” You looked up at the platinum blond sadly, his worried eyes searching yours with such care that it pushed you over the edge.

You didn’t answer him and instead wrapped your arms tightly around Draco’s middle, burying your face deep into his robes and letting out quiet and frail weeps that broke his heart. He held you tightly, pressing kisses to the top of your head and muttering soft “I’m here’s” into your hair. You stayed in his embrace for a few minutes, letting your tears freely fall into his vest with a sense of relief that only he was able to give you at this point in time.

“I’m sorry I cried on you,” you choked out when you pulled away from him, desperately wiping away at your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“You don’t ever have to apologize for that,” he said quickly. He brought his hand up to your face, his thumb swiping delicately over a stray tear that was sitting on your jaw while you closed your eyes in comfort. “Do you want to go back to my room? I can set you up really nicely and we can talk if you’d like?”

“Yes please, I’d like that a lot.”

Draco interlocked your fingers with his, bringing the pair up to his lips with a warm kiss on the back of your hand before walking the two of you over to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. It was empty when you walked in, not a soul in sight since everyone was still in class and it made it much easier for him to sneak you into his singular Prefect room you were now extremely grateful he had. He watched contently when you shed off your robes and kicked off your shoes and immediately slipped into one of his dark green jumpers that fit you big.

You were perched on the edge of his bed, his scent from his sweater engulfing you and doing a much better job of calming you down than you wanted to admit. He followed in your footsteps and changed into something comfier and when he finally sat beside you with his hand falling over yours as an encouragement to talk - you did. You vented to him all about the letter from home, the migraine, your classes, the argument between you and your friend, and everything else that came to mind.

“And I feel bad for ignoring you and not telling you all this before but I didn’t want to burden you,” you finished with sniffles, gazing up at him with a gloomy expression.

“Y/N, I love you, and nothing you say to me is a burden,” he frowned slightly, “when I tell you I’m here, I mean it, for anything. You’re so important to me and it kills me to see you upset.”

In a careful movement, he had scooted towards you and affectionately cupped your face before placing a loving kiss on your forehead and murmured to you, “don’t ever hesitate to come to me.”

You let him pull you under his covers, draping his large duvet over your entangled bodies with your head resting right above his chest, the steady beatings of his heart instantly sending you into a much-needed peace. His chin was rested right atop your head and you felt his fingers run up and down your arm soothingly while he thought.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” He asked quietly.

“Can you help me fall asleep?” you muttered, closing your eyes gently when his hand smoothed over the back of your hair. You felt him nod against your head and after a small moment silence, you heard him begin to hum the faint tune of your favorite song.

You lied there in bliss, enjoying the way his chest was vibrating against your ear and the way his fingers were playing with the ends of your hair, curling the strands around his fingers and then moving upwards to massage your scalp. And for a minute, everything was finally okay again as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, a full heart and with your love calmly lulling you away with a soft and now distant humming.

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omg biggest congrats on 4.6k!!! i love your blog so much 💓 could you do 29 & 31 from the smut prompts w draco??

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29. “Your mouth feels so good.”

31. “I might have seen this very moment in a wet dream once.”

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Character: Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 335

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (male receiving).

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Dinner with his parents had been interesting. All Draco seemed to want to do was bring you back home to bed, and whilst you weren’t against the idea, you also knew you couldn’t leave too soon as it would come across extremely rude.

However, now here you were, back home, your pretty dress laying in a ball next to the bed, heels in a pile at the door, as you kneeled before your fiancé.