Summary: A glimpse into what happens after A Malfoy Ball
Tags: established relationship, engaged, short n sweet, reader is in a dress, fluff, so cute you might geba sweet tooth,
A/n: I hate the title (and the entire story) but none of that matters when it's my OG Husband's birthday! Truly, today should be a global holiday💚
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A content smile tugs at your lips as you lean against the bedroom door. Your eyes carefully watch as Draco takes off his cufflinks, placing them into the ceramic dish gifted by his youngest cousin. Teddy said it was a dragon, but even with your eyes squinted, it just looked like a green blob.
Pushing off the door, you slowly approach your husband. "How's my favorite birthday boy?" Draco looks up, a soft smile designated only for you tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Better now that you're here." You shake your head as you take over the task of unbuttoning his shirt. "Sap."
Draco chuckles as his hands fall on your hips, thumbs brushing small circles. "Don't tell anyone my secret." Popping the last button, you smirk as you slowly slide your hands up his bare chest. "Hate to break it to you Dray," You push the white button up off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "but everyone already knows."
Draco rolls his eyes, lifting you up by your thighs. "Sue me for loving my wife." You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "We're not even married yet." You rest your forehead against his, nose brushing against the tip of his. "Only 178 more days until you become the next Mrs Malfoy." He whispers, voice raspy with need. "But who's counting?"
You close the distance, lips slowly brushing against his. His hand squeezes your thigh as he stops in front of the bed. You pull back breathless as you smile hopelessly in love. "Happy birthday my star." Draco carefully lays you on the bed, hair layer across the Egyptian cotton sheets. He places a gentle kiss to your cheek before standing back up. His hand circles your ankle, as he lifts your foot, undoing the straps of your heel. "Thank you my love."
Summary: Those three little words spill out on accident. How will Finral react?
Tags: established relationship, freshly new relationship, Vanessa is a gossip queen, fluff, short n' sweet
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The plate of cookies warms your hand as you walk down the dark hallway to the dusty old library. In all of your time with the Black Bulls, no one entered the library. Ever.
But yet for some odd reason, Gauche, Vanessa and Finral have been holed up inside the stuffy room for the past seventy two hours.
You kicked the door open, letting it hit the wall with a soft thud. "I come bearing snacks." Vanessa smiles, reaching for one of the white chocolate raspberry cookies.
"You're the bes-" You cut her off with a instinctive smack to the hand. "Not those." She groans, clutching her hand to her chest as if you had burned her. "What? Why not?" You smile, running your free hand through Finral's soft hair.
Honestly, you were a bit jealous of his hair, so soft and healthy even after dying it. Unfair truly.
"Sorry Ness but I don't love you guys as much as I love Finral."
Finral chokes on his cookie, bits spraying across the table. "Fucking gross." Gauche growls, chair screeching across the floor as he stormed out of the library. You tense, each individual muscle freezing as your words wash over you. "I mean..um..that's not..I mean I do but I didn't want the first time to be.."
Finral stands, knees knocking against the table causing the plate and stack of books to rattle. He reaches for your hand, hesitating for a brief second before taking it. "I um..I love you too."
Bonus:
Vanessa leans back into her chair, munching on another cookie. Her eyes never leaving the two of you like her favorite show was on. "I cannot wait to tell everyone this is how you lovebirds confessed your undying love for one another."
You turn to her, wide eyes. "Vanessa don't you dare." Her pink lips curl into a devious smirk. "Well you can certainly buy my silence." She glances at the white chocolate raspberry cookies. "Fin?" He pushes the plate towards her. "Have at 'em. I got me something a whole lot sweeter."
Hiiii so i saw ur requests are open and one of your characters is roger davies (who i can lowkey find nowhere 😭)
So i would loveeee it if you could maybe write them with quidditch captain rivalries but in like a teasing rivalry, and then the yule ball comes up and they go together? (sry i dont know how else to put it)
Ofc u dont need to do it exactly like this, it's just a suggestion, buuuuut i would love it if u wrote anything with roger davies
(i was rereading your george weasley someday fic and it's just soooo good 🙏🙏🙏)
Look I know you sent this back in October. And yes I'm ashamed by how long it took me to finally get the motivation for this. But I hope you like it. Also I'm really glad you liked Someday. One of my favorites I've ever written.
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In The Absence Of Quidditch
Roger Davies x Hufflepuff!Reader
Summary: When quidditch is unexpectedly cancelled for the Triwizard Tournament, how with the captain rivals react?
Tags: both are captains, fluff, mutual pining, set in goblet of fire, reader and Cedric are friends, Cedric has the munchies, yule ball
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"What do you mean quidditch is cancelled?" You shriek, causing the entire common room to turn it's focus onto you. Cedric pops up, munching on whatever candy he had left over from the train. Professor Sprout sighs, pinching her nose.
"Due to the blasted tournament," she says robotically, clearly against the event. "yes quidditch has been cancelled. Something about the field being needed and the other schools. Now if you excuse me, I need to go check on my Venomous Tentacular. She looked a tad wilted before dinner." With that she was gone.
The common room returns back to normal. The first years now terrified of the loud seventh year. AKA: you. You fall onto the sofa, head hung in defeat. "What am I supposed to do without quidditch?" Cedric chuckles, holding out his container of Bertie Botts. "Pretty sure you mean how are you supposed to flirt with Davies now?" You smack his arm, sending his jelly beans airborne. "Cedric Diggory shut up before I shove my broomstick up your ass."
"Oh Roger I do hope you'll press me up against the broom shack and ravish me. Oh Roger!" Cedric laughs, falling against the arm as you lunge forward, fingers wrapping around his throat. "I am going to kill you. Actually murder you!"
"Mind if I sit here?" Your look up, eyes widening at Roger. "Um no go ahead." You turn you head, watching as the Cedric ducks behind a rock. You feel him sit beside you, leg pressed against yours. You clear your throat, fixing your scarf.
"Is he..is Diggory clinically insane?" You chuckle, watching as Cedric shoots a spell at the dragon. "Yeah it would seem that way. What you don't want eternal glory?" Roger scoffs, his fringe swaying as he shakes his head. "Merlin no. I would much rather not face dragons or whatever other death traps they have planned." You laugh, catching his eye.
Your chest tightens at the look in his eye, like you were the only one in the world. Cheers surrounding you pulls you away, causing you to look back down just as Cedric grabbed the egg. "Smart man Davies."
"So…" Roger says, breaking the silence halfway through Krum's match. "So?" You spare him a glance, frowning as he fidgets with his ring. "Spit it out Davies." He scratches the back of his neck, accidentally elbowing the person beside him. "Just miss seeing you in the air. Almost forgot what you look like without a broom between your legs."
He freezes, eyes blown wide as his cheeks flush a deep shade of red. "Wait that is not what I meant. What I meant was that I missed you. Merlin I sound like an idiot." You blink slowly before a laugh bubbles from your frozen lips. "You.." you wipe the stray tear that fell down your cheek. "You're such a big softie Roger." He looks away but not before you noticed the way his lips curled up.
Swallowing your nerves, you slide your hand across your lap, the side of your hand brushing against his. "I miss kicking your ass too." Roger chuckles, interlocking his pinkie with yours. "Whatever."
"Did you hear Roger Davies turned down Fleur Delaclour?" You freeze, hiding behind the bookshelf. You shouldn't be eavesdropping. Your just couldn't help yourself, no when you heard his name.
"What? Are you serious?" You hear the other person hum, confirming it. "Get this, apparently she asked him." "And he said no? How is that even possible? Isn't she like part Veela?"
Their books close with a sharp snap. "Yeah that's what I heard too. I read into it and supposedly the only way to resist the veela charm." "I wonder who it is."
Your back presses against the shelf as your heart pounds in your ears. He said no to her. Why? You recall the girl's words. Who was Roger in loves with?
The wind wraps around you similar to a hug from an old friend. You pull your broom up, stopping over the Black Lake. Durmstrang's boat sat not too far. You could see some of the students working out. Your eyebrow raises as you spot Krum arguing with his headmaster. Interesting.
"Figured I would find you here." A voice appears being you. "What are you doing here Davies?" He chuckles, flying up next to you. "What are you doing up here?" You shrug, looking at him for the first time since you heard the gossip in the library.
His chestnut brown hair is grown out and tucked behind his ear. "Needed a break with the chaos of the tournament, NEWTS coming up, and this bloody ball."
You sigh, looking back at the lake. The sun setting on the horizon reflecting off the water. "I just needed a break." Roger hums. "I get it."
Chuckling as the squid knocks against the Durmstrang's ship, you let the tension fall from your shoulder. "So do you have a date to the ball?" Your broom drops as you scramble to grab the handle. "What? I um mean," You pause as you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. "No not yet." Roger nods, wiping his hands on his pants just like he does before every game. His tell for when he's nervous.
"Would you like to go with me?" Your eyes widen. "What about Fleur?" He slides closer, his outstretched palm brushed across your cheek. "She's not you."
Resting your forehead against his chest, you couldn't fit the smile spread widely across on your cheeks. You couldn't believe how perfect tonight had been. "You alright?" You look up, finding Roger staring down. "Absolutely wonderful."
Tags: soulmate au, "you came"-"you called" prompt, hurt/comfort, mention of the Carrow's detention, wandless magic, post torture scene, set in 7th year, bleeding out, this could quite possibly suck fair warning, poorly proofread as I am exhausted
A/n: This is a part of the #blaiseappreciationevent hosted by the lovely @i-await Thank you so much for hosting this. You are absolutely brilliant. Our boy deserves so much love.
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Soulmates. The one person who is supposed understands you. The one soul who fit you like a puzzle piece. The one person who can give your life color, turning your dull grey life into something vibrant.
Blaise didn't do soulmates.
Fickle concept if anyone asked him.
One person meant solely for you. And the possibility that you may never meet them.
Nah, Blaise didn't believe it for one second.
How could he when each husband his mother brought home, she claimed they were her soulmate. one for each color.
Blaise would rather live in a grey world than believe in that childish nonsense.
Despite his resolve, Blaise had the the unlucky opportunity of finding you during his second year.
Blaise roamed around the halls, completely and utterly bored out his minds. He heard the adults in his life regale how wonderful and engaging Hogwarts curriculum was, yet Blaise found it, well for the lack of words inadequate. All his classes were terribly easy, not even potions could pique his interest.
Gliding his finger against the chilled stone wall, Blaise strolled down the corridor, leading straight to the Slytherin common room. Just as he turned the corner, something or more like somebody collided into his chest.
A small grunt falls from his pressed lips as the person drops to the floor, muttering apologies as you pick up your scattered books. Blaise looks around, making sure no one was around before he joins you on the floor.
“Here.” He mutters, holding out your transfiguration book. Your fingers brush against his, tingle shooting up his arm. “Thank you. I am so sorry. I should have been paying-” Your voice trail off as you meet his eye.
The corridor around him morphs into colors. Colors he only heard and stories. He hears the way your breath catches and your throat as your jaw drops slightly. His own heartbeat pounds into his ears as the walls start to spin.
This could not be happening.
“Oh. Oh wow. Um hi.” You mumble as you look away, your cheeks flushed red. Just like he read in books. Your gaze returned to his, as you stuck out your hand. “I'm um.. sorry I'm nervous. I'm-” Blaise shakes his head as he stands up.
“No.” Your face falls and Blaise couldn't help the way he noticed the color of your eyes. His chest clinches at the pain reflecting in them. “No?” Blaise exhales, wiping is sweating palms onto his trousers. “Can't do this.” Blaise says, pointing between the two of you. “Sorry about your books.”
And with that, Blaise turned and left the way he came, leaving a piece of him behind.
Five Years Later:
A groan falls from your dry, chapped lips as your head rolls to the side. Your hands press weakly against your side, hissing in pain as you attempt to stop the bleeding. Sighing, you recall exactly how you got into this situation.
Dark Arts class with Brother Carrow. Today was practice of the cruciatus curse. Each student was to practice the curse on the lined up muggleborn students, including you. Refusing to be a dummy for Crabbe, you mouth off. Which earned you detention with both brother and sister.
You cough, blood splattering on your hand. Your eyes squeeze tightly as the pain starts to become unbearable.
You need..
Your breath comes in short rapid paces. Shit you need help or else the Carrows will win. Using the last bit of strength you could muster, you focus all your magic into your palm as you conjure a patronus. Blue wisps swirl around, forming into a fox. You smile weakly at the sight. Even without a wand, you could still do it.
“Go,” you gasp, the room starting to fade away. “go to Blaise. Tell him. I need help.” The fox nuzzles your cheek, sending a wave of warmth through your body before it slips through the door, leaving you alone. “Blaise.” You whisper as the darkness pulls you in.
When you woke up, you were convinced you were dead. There was no way he found you in time. That's if Blaise even came. Not once in the past five years has he spoken a word to you. Not since he left you in the corridor.
Opening your eyes felt like pulling concrete apart. The room around you was bright, a soft glow. Emerald green curtains hung above your head. The softest sheets underneath you. Surely you were dead.
You cough, throat dry as Hagrid’s rock cake. “Where am I?” You croak, trying to push yourself up despite the searing pain in your side.
A loud screech causes you to flinch before you see him. “No don't sit up. You're going to pull at your stitches.” He says softly, pushing you back down. Stitches? You hand presses against your side, causing you to hiss. “Who?” Blaise shakes his head, taking your hand into his. “Daphne. She learned muggle healing methods over the summer. She helped me.” His voice cracks as his grip tightens around your hand.
Your eyes flutter shut as you try to take it all in. You were practically tortured by professors. And now you're soulmate saved you and his pureblood friend sewed you up.
Yup you were definitely dead.
His fingers brush against your cheek. “You're okay.” He mumbles to himself but you still heard it. “I'm okay.” You whisper, squeezing his hand.
You open your eyes to find Blaise crying, tears streaming down his face. “You came.” Blaise nods he presses a kiss to your hand. “You called.”
Some time in the night, Blaise joins you in his bed with you. He left enough space between the two of you, mindful not to hurt you. “I'm sorry.” He whispers to your sleeping figure. “I almost lost you and it's all my fault.” His hand brushing against your arm, sliding up as he cups your neck. “I almost lost the person who.. I'm so sorry.”
You reach out, cupping his cheek as your eyes flutter open. “S’alright. I'm here now.” Blaise shakes his head. “Almost missed this. Missed you. From now on, I'm not going anywhere. Stuck with me for eternity.” He proclaims quietly, but each word true. You huff as an easy smile spreads across your face, scooting until you're curled into his side. “I like the sound of that. Eternity.”
Tags: model!reader, Millicent Bulstrode mentioned, short n sweet, flash back, remeet, "I think I liked you before I admitted" quote, post Hogwarts, definitely would like to come back and possibly make a part 2 in the future
A/n: This is a part of the #blaiseappreciationevent hosted by the lovely @i-await Thank you so much for hosting this. You are absolutely brilliant. Our boy deserves so much love.
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You sigh contently as you lean into the warm embrace. Everything is absolutely perfect. "Morning." A deep rasp brushes against your ear as the arm thrown over your waist tightens.
You tilt your head back, a lazy bright smile tugs at your lips. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" You ask as you snake your arm around, cupping his cheek.
The wedding band on your left hand shimmers in the late morning sun.
"Perfect as always with you by my side." You giggle, as he dips his head down, taking your lips as if it were his breakfast. "Sap." You mumble against his lips. He pulls back, pushing you into your back as he hovers above you. "Only for you."
It all happened because you finally caved and went to try that new bakery in Hogsmeade. The one you listened to Millicent raced about as she used you as her own personal barbie doll. "Seriously, you have to try it."
So on your next day off, you made your way back to the village you forced yourself to forget after leaving Hogwarts. Flashback of you laughing along with your friends come back. The corner of Madam Puddifoots where the durmstrang student asked you to the yule ball. Zonkos, where the Weasley twins sold their products on the side of the building but made sure to give old man Bilmes a cut. Hog's Head where one of the death eaters- You shake your head, ridding the forsaken memory.
The doorbell rings, causing the young girl behind the counter to look up. If judging correctly, she looked like she was in her sixth year. "Welcome in. What can I get for you today?" You order Millicent's usual, trusting her taste. You knew if it was half as good as her fashion sense, it would delicious.
And as always, you were correct. A soft moan falls from your lips as you take a bite of the warm pastry. "Merlin this is delicious. Compliments to the baker." Her green eyes sparkle as her grin widens as if she knew a secret.
"Would you like me to go get him?" You shake your head, cheeks flushing. "Oh no. I'm sure he is busy." She waves you off, already walking to the back. She pushes open the swinging door. "Hey boss man, come out here real quick."
Much to your surprise, it was Blaise Zabini who walked through the door. You had not seen or heard of a hair of him since the trials. The ones where all the Slytherins were sentenced to five year patrol due to their age and being under duress.
You could recall seeing him in the halls. On the outskirts of his friends with his hands shoved in his pockets. Never spoke in class but always received one of the highest scores each time.Never spoke to him beside one time. Picked up your quill when it fell to the floor.
"Needed me?" He huffs, wiping his hands on the emerald green apron tied around his waist. You shake your head, raising the pastry. "This is um delicious. Just wanted to tell the baker I mean you that."
Blaise exhales, closely resembling a laugh. "You haven't change at all have you?" Your eyes widen. "You remember me?" He looks back at the girl, who was clearly eavesdropping as she wiped down the case. "Kinda hard to forget when you're plastered on Witch Weekly every week." Your cheeks flush.
Somehow you have managed to become the main model for Millicent's fashion line. You still didn't know how to handle the fame. Let alone the idea that Blaise Zabini knew who you were.
"Well um thank you." You mumble, looking away from his intense gaze. He grunts in response as you turn to walk out the shop, saying your goodbyes to the girl once more.
A throat clears behind you, making you look back. Blaise scratches the back of his neck as he actively avoids your eyes. "Come back at closing. I'll give you any leftovers you want"
And since that day, the two of you have become inseperable.
"Now cut the dough. Yup exactly like that." Blaise said softly, his arm brushing against yours. His words sending a pool of heat in your abdomen. "Like this?" He hums, hand settling on top of yours as you press the cutter into the dough. "Good job."
You look up at him, freezing at how close he is. His eyes flicker down to your lips. "Blaise?" You whisper. His hand leaves yours, coming up to cup your cheek. "I love you." He mumbles before his lips crash against yours. You pull back, just far enough to talk. "I love you too."
The cannoils were long forgotten as you sat on the couch together, kissing endlessly.
He pushes your hair behind your ear. "I think I liked you long before I admitted."
"Yeah? When?" He presses a kiss to your lips. "Since that day at the bakery." You shake your head, the smile on your face never wavering. "Same."
Summary: The Great Roy Kent is taken out by a cold.
Tags: established relationship, fluff, flu season, the dreadful man cold, reader is Jamie's sister, reader is a teacher
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Flu season had hit Nelson Road, taking each player out one by one. Including your brother and boyfriend.
The kettle screams, hot steam pouring out of the faucet, adding to your impending headache. Despite dealing with twenty eight to ten years old, Roy was going to be the death of you. At the pitful call of your name, you quickly fill the football shaped mug. Exhaling, you plaster a fake kind smile on your face before returning to the dungeon. You mean bedroom.
“Medicine time.” Roy groans, shoving the pillow over his head. “No.” You frown, placing his mug onto the side table that's covered in used tissues. “No? Why not?” Roy peeks out from his hiding spot like a child. “t’s gross.”
You roll your eyes, absolutely down with this temper tantrum. “The Great Roy Fucking Kent taken out because of a cold.” You shake your head, grabbing two DayQuils. “Got to say babe. This is not really an attractive look.”
Roy sits up, throwing the pillow across the room. “Give me the fucking medicine. And take my temperature. You'll fucking regret making fun of me when you see how high it is.”
You didn't even attempt to hide the eye roll as you watch him swallow the pills. After he dramatically showed you his empty mouth, you carefully put the thermometer against his head.
Beep.
“Well what is it? Has to be over 100 right?’ Glancing at it, a very unattractive snort comes from you. Not that you cared.
You turn it around, showing him. “Sorry babe but you're a perfect 97.8.” Roy groans, falling backwards into the bed. “Lies. All fucking lies. It's broken.” Roy pouts, arm thrown over his face.
Your phone rings. Who is it now? Sighing, you answer it. “Jamie, you okay?” He groans, coughing on the other end. “Sis I'm sick.” You look at Roy, rolling your eyes. “Men.”
Tags: fluff, pre-relationship, mutual pining, brother's best friend, pro quidditch player!reader, plays for the Holyhead Harpies, mention of a poison attempt, oblivious reader, established Hinny, mentioned Dramione, Lucius is no longer with us🤷♀️, probably inaccurate quidditch terms, idiots in love
A/n: This is a part of the #blaiseappreciationevent hosted by the lovely @i-await Thank you so much for hosting this. You are absolutely brilliant. Our boy deserves so much love.
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The roar of the crowd wraps around as Lisa catches the golden snitch. You and Ginny share a proud smile, high giving from each other. “Knew she could do it.” Ginny nods, tilting her head towards the rest of the team flying towards Lisa. “Let's go.” The two of you quickly join, flying a victory lap around the stadium as the crowd erupts with life, cheering on Lisa.
Clapping on Lisa on the shoulder, you walk into the locker room. “Told you you would be amazing.” She blushes, shrugging off your hand before walking to her locker. “It's only the first game. Still have time to botch the rest of the season.”
Ginny stands up on the bench, pointing straight at Lisa. “You, Lisa Turpin,” the locker room falls quiet as everyone gathers around, wanting to hear the captain’s words. “are an excellent player. One of the best chasers this league has ever seen and will be an even better seeker.” Lisa nods, wiping her hands on his pants. “Thank you guys.”
Clapping her hands, Ginny smiles down at the team. “Alright ladies, enough mushy shit. Everyone change, go see your families. After that, were celebrating!”
As everyone walks into the family suite, you nudge Ginny with your elbow. “In a rush to get back to Saint Potter?” Ginny laughs, bumping her hip into yours. “Don't you know it. I was promised a delicious reward if we won.” She wiggles her eyebrows as you scrunch your nose in disgust. “Please spare me the details Gin. Tell me more and I'll be forced to obliviate myself.” Ginny laughs, head tilted back. “Laugh all you want but when I do obliviate myself, you will get stuck training someone captain." Ginny groans at the thought. If there was anything she hated, it was training. “Nevermind.”
“Oh my beautiful girl, you played so wonderfully.” Mum pulls you into her arms, wrapping around you tightly. “I am so proud of you.”
She came to every one of your games, whether they were home or away. No matter the distance.
You pull back, smiling as you push the hair of your her face. “Thank for coming mum. Means a lot to me.” Her silver eyes shimmer as she pats your cheek, before leaving to congratulate the rest of the team.
“Good game.” You turn, grinning from ear to ear. “Draco! What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to return until next week.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Do not tell me you seriously thought I would miss your first game of the season. Dumber than I thought.” You roll your eyes. Asshole.
“Thanks for coming Dray.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into your side. “Lisa did well.” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder. “She was quite nervous. Switching positions can be nerve-racking but I knew she would be great.”
Draco stayed for a few more minutes before excusing himself, giving you a poor excuse about finding Potter. You knew he was searching for Granger. You giggle, watching as his blonde hair disappears. Your big brother has a crush on the Golden Girl. Ironic.
Utilizing the fact everyone was busy, you walk out to the balcony, silently relishing in the victory. It was the start but you could feel it, this was your year. The year the Harpies will go all the way.
An arm wraps around your waist, but you don't freak out. No point when you knew exactly who it was. The sweet smell of coffee and surprisingly floral.
“You did so great princess.” A deep raspy voice mumbles into your ear, your body betraying you as it relaxes at his touch. “Hello to you too Zabini.” You say, removing yourself from his grip.
Blaise Zabini, the man of your dreams and nightmares. Devilishly handsome, intelligent enough to hold a proper conversation with you, and a ladies man. Constantly published in Witch Weekly with women throwing themselves all over him. Yet he is the only person who even captured your heart, even in the slightest.
With a nervous smile twitching across his face, Blaise pulls a hand and a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind his back. That would explain the floral scent. “What? No ‘Thank you Blaise. You're so amazing and handsome.’ That's not very nice of you princess.”
You force a fake smile into your face as you take the flowers. “Thank you Blaise.” He chuckles. “And?”
The cellphone crinkles under your grip. “Quit calling me that. I'm not a princess.” Blaise steps forward, the air between you thickens. The tip of his brand new designer touches the toe of your own sneakers.
“You are the first girl born in the Malfoy lineage in over a century.” He reaches up, brushing a knuckle against your cheek. “Besides you will always be my princess.”
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Groaning, you shield your eyes as Ginny shoves her tongue down Scarhead's throat. “Can't you be like normal couples and go shag in the loo. Nobody wants to see this!”
Ginny pills back, fixing her dress. She smirks as Potter rests his hand under the table, presumably on his thigh based off the look in Ginny's eye. “Let's be real. Many people would pay to see this. But why don't you go find Zabini and snog him? Maybe it'll get you to relax and actually enjoy yourself.” She teases before whispering into Potter's ear, causing them both to slide out of the booth
Snog Zabini? Gross. Why would anyone, let alone you, want to know how his lips felt? Or how they taste? Or how he-
“Did you miss me ‘princess’?” You look up to find your date placing a drink in front of you, before sliding into the booth. “Why would I miss you? You are nothing but a pain in my ass.” Blaise chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “As long as I'm your pain, I'll take whatever I can get to be in that pretty little mind of yours.
Ignoring the way his words send a flutter to your heart, you push him away. Well at least try to. “You could have sat across from me, you idiot.” Blaise shakes his head, lips curling into a devious smirk. “Now why would I sit anywhere else but next to you? Besides I promised your brother I would keep an eye on you.”
The swarm of butterflies violently transfigure into a sharp pointed daggers. “Oh fucking course. You know what, I'm not a fucking child. A fact that you and Draco seem to forget.” Blaise sighs, uncoiling his arm from your shoulder. “Princess.” You hold your hand up. “No Blaise. I am a grown woman. I do not need to be babysat.”
“Of course you don't. That is not what we are doing.” He shakes his head when you try to protest. “You had your turn to talk now it's mine. You are Y/n Malfoy, international quidditch star and one of the two heirs to the Malfoy vaults. So yes we keep an extra eye on you, especially after someone tried to poison you last season.”
His words set in along with guilt. “I'm sorry. I know you're just looking out for me. I shouldn't have taken my mood out on you.” You mumble, resting your head on his shoulders. Blaise tenses, his breath getting caught into his throat. You tilt your head up, catching the way his throat bobs.
“You alright?” He nods, letting his arm fall around your waist this time. “Of course I am. Got a drink and my best girl with me. What else could I need?” Laughing, you lay your back down, singing as his body heat wraps around you like a soft blanket. “Tell me bout work?”
Without a doubt, Blaise had always been a safe place. When mother and father argued over hushed topics, when Draco received the dark mark, during the trials, and even now. He was like a breath of fresh hair, like finally coming home.
As he talked vividly of his work, your eyes grew heavy, making it difficult for you to keep them open. A soft kiss was pressed against the side of your head. “Sleep princess. I will be right here to protect you. Always.”
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Potter's house was crowded, filled with his closest friends and their family celebrating yet another win for the Harpies. Although this wasn't just any ordinary win, it was fun the league cup. And for the first time in history, the Holy head Harpies had won.
You look around the living room, a proud smile spread widely across your face. Not only had your team had one, you also had been invited to the British national team to compete for the Quidditch world cup. You just hadn't mentioned it. Not yet anyways.
You couldn't help the way your eyes grew misty, overwhelmed with the pure unfiltered joy racing through your veins at the sight before you.
Draco stood beside Hermione, an arm around her waist and she talks to Theo, most likely about work. Pansy, Daphne, and Ginny were gossiping on the couch about Pansy's latest date. Harry, Ron, and Blaise stood by the fireplace with a glass of firewhiskey in hand.
None of you could have ever imagined this before the war, yet you wouldn't change if for the world.
Your eyes linger on the dark skinned Italian. You notice everything. The slight stubble on his chin. The way his sleeves are pushed up his forearm. The way he favored his left leg more after an injury from the war. How he lingered more these past couple of months. Always brought your favorite snacks, grumbling how hangry you can get. Soft feather like kisses here and there. Even cancelled a meeting when he date of the league cup was announced.
Your heart betrays you. Falling for him. You knew it would only lead to heart break. Eventually Blaise will grow tired of you and move on.
As if feeling the weight of your gaze, he tilts his head, smiling softly before raising his glass. You wave, unable to hold the smile back. Before either of you could move, you were called, more like summoned to the couch.
“When are you finally to give in? The man wants you.” Ginny teases. You shake your head. “I refuse to be another knot on his bedpost.” You miss the look shared between Pansy and Daphne. “Beside he only wants me for the thrill. Best friend's little sister and all.
Clink clink.
Harry clears his throat, smiling nervously. “I want to thank everyone for coming and congratulations to our leading ladies, Y/n,” Your cheeks warm as Blaise cheers, loudly clapping. “And Ginny.”
Harry holds his hand out. Ginny giggles like a school girl as she allows him to pull her off the couch.
"While we are surrounded by all of our friends, I couldn't think of a better time." You couldn't bold back a smile even if you tried. Harry let go of her hand, going down on one knee. Ginny covers her mouth as tears pool into her eyes.
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard."
Laughs were barely contained as Ginny glared at the savior. Yet she didn't interrupt.
"I wish he was mine, he's really divine. The hero who conquered the Dark Lord." He chuckled. "Believe it or not, that was the first poem written for me. I should have known at that moment you were it for me. Everyday, I thank Godric you waited for my dumbass. Will you please do me the honor of becoming mine? It would be really divine." Ginny smacked Harry on the back of his head, nodding her head. "Of course I will. You idiot."
“How much you want to bet they're shagging right now?” Blaise jokes, wrapping an arm around your waist. Laughing as you look around the garden, you notice the absence of the happy couple. “If you were looking for an easy win, you should have asked Ron.” Blaise scoffs, the amusement morphing into something more serious. “I would never define you as easy.”
Understanding the underline of what he was saying, you removed yourself from his arms. "I would hope anyone who actually knew me would understand how much I hate to be a game." You held my chin high just like mum taught me and walked away, missing the confused look painted on his face.
"Why does Blaise look like you kicked his puppy?" Draco asked, joining you in the kitchen. You rolled your eyes. "Why would I kick Blaise's imaginary puppy or did Zabini get a furry companion to keep his bed warm in between his slags?" Ron's eyes went wide, never seen this side of you before.
"You are really dense, aren't you?" You furrowed your brow. "What are you talking about, Dray?"
He gave you a hard look, one that would be hard to decipher if you wasn't a Malfoy.
"He hasn't had anyone in his bed in over a year. Hasn't been on one date. Hasn't flirted with any other person." Your breath catches.
"A year?" He nods and walks away.
"Don't tell me you're that blind Malfoy?" Ron shakes his head in disbelief. "He stares at you like you personally painted the stars into the sky."
How did did not see it? It must have been obvious if Ron noticed. You grab a glass of firewhiskey, drinking it in one gulp.
Does that mean Blaise actually likes you?
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Sighing, you mindlessly open the fridge. Without practice, your days became dull. No wind through your hair. No scored goals. No cool broom tricks when Gwen wasn't watching. Just dull.
With a wave of your hand, the kettle on the stove fills and starts to heat up. While waiting, you head to your room to change out of your pajamas, slipping into a pair of muggle leggings you bought with Hermione.
You smirk, checking yourself out in the mirror. Oh if father could see this. If Azkaban didn't kill him, you were certain the sight of his little girl in muggle clothes would. Or even better, the fact that his son is in love and dating the Golden Girl.
A knock on your window pulls your from your thoughts. A soft smile forms at the sight of your second favorite owl. Hermes, the Eurasian Eagle-Owl his fourth stepdad gifted for his birthday.
You quickly cross the room, opening the window to let him in. “Hi Hermes. Wonderful to see you again. I missed you.” You say, watching as he flies to the perch on your desk. Laughing, you scratch his head as you grab a treat from your drawer. “Would you like a treat?” He hoots quietly, leaning into your touch. “Of course. Now you rest and when you feel up to it, you can return to Blaise.”
The kettle screeches, startling the poor owl. “Sorry Hermes. Thank you once again.”
You tear open the envelope as you finish making your cup of tea. You shake your head, chuckling at the messy scrawl of his handwriting.
‘Be ready to go out by noon. Dress nicely. I want to spend time with my favorite witch.’
Your cheeks ache from the amount you were smiling. After taking much needed time and ice cream, you finally accepted that there was a chance that Blaise might actually reciprocate feelings. That is what you will find out tonight. Possibly. As long as you don't chicken out.
No sooner had you picked your shoes and purse up, Blaise knocked on the door. You quickly walk to the door, freezing just in front of it. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat.
"Princess, open the door." Blaise called from the other side. "It's getting cold."
You place my hand on the doorknob, giggles bubbling out.
"What if I don't want to?" You smirked.
You could hear the eye roll. "So you don't want to go to La Tagliatella." Your mouth waters instantly. It was only your favorite restaurant and of course he knew that. You opened the door with a smile.
"Well I guess I could be convinced." He laughs, hand shoved in his pocket. "Of course you can be. You have always been food motivated. Have been since we were kids."
You blush looking away. "Hey it's not a bad thing. I love a woman who can eat. Plus it makes it easier for you to forgive me when I piss you off."
Blaise lets his eyes roam over your figure, taking in your dress and shoes dangling from your fingers. "Well don't you look absolutely breathtaking. But you are missing something."
You frown, looking down at your outfit. “What do you mean? If you're going to criticize my outfit, I'll-”
Blaise chuckles as he pulls a box out of his pocket. Your eyes widen. "I..is that for me?" You whisper nervously. He nods, shifting his weight.
Most people wouldn't be able to see it, but you could see how nervous he was. You take the small box from him, carefully opening to find a beautiful charm bracelet.
The center is a lilac star. Another was a flame and a ferret. You chuckle, fight the tears that wanted to slip down your cheeks.
"Thank you." You whispered barely audible, looking up at him. “I love it.”
After a few moments of silence, he clears his throat. "Are you ready to go? We have a reservation at 11." You smile. "Let me put on my shoes and place my wards, then we can go."
With wards tighter than the ones at the manor, you turn to Blaise, startled to see him smiling as he watched you.
"Something wrong?" He shakes his head. "No, but did you know you scrunch your nose when you're concentrating? You used to do it all the time while studying." You look away, heat creeping up the back of your neck.
"We should go. Don't want to be late."Blaise chuckles at your obvious and poor attempt to change the subject. He offers his arm. "Ready, my lady?" You nod, taking his arm. "Lead the way, my lord."
The two of you decide to walk back to your house instead of using the floo. Claimed the day was too beautiful to waste, but really neither of you wanted this “date” to end.
Sitting on the couch with your feet tucked under you, a small content sigh falls from your lips. "Thank you for today, Blaise." He sits next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. "Of course. Anything for my princess."
"Your princess?"
He nods, eyes looking anywhere but at you.
"Only if you're okay with that." You place your hand on top of his. His head snaps up, brown eyes meeting yours. You search his dark chocolate eyes for any signs of a game. Finding nothing but honesty, you smile nervously. A weight in my chest lifted.
It wasn't a game. It never was.
An idea popped into your head, a cruel but hilarious idea.
"Say please." Blaise looks shocked. "Please?" You nod, mischief sparkling in your eyes. Blaise nods, the shock being replaced by amusement. "Okay, I will."
He stands up off the couch, and smirks down at you. You giggle placing a pillow on your lap as you eagerly wait for what he will do. The one thing about Blaise, he was theatrical.
Much to your surprise, he kneels down on one knee, taking your hand into his. You tried to hold back the nervous giggle, but failed. The noise only seems to encourage him more as his chest puffs out.
His hands were warm. Like the fireplace in the Slytherin common room.
"Y/n Malfoy, my star, will you do me the honor and allow me to court you?" You raise your eyebrows, causing him to chuckle. "Please?" He adds. Unable to fight the smile any longer, you nod. "Yes.” You whisper, a wave of sudden and intense emotions crashing over you.
He brings your hand to his lips leaving a soft kiss on the back of it. You gasp, your skin tingling. It was just like you imagined. Blaise lifts his head, eyes meeting yours, the same intense emotions swirling in his. “About time princess.”
"Guess what?" You whisper, scared to break the comfortable silence. Blaise hums, tugging on the ends of your hair. You watch Astrid, your cat, climb her tree as you try to find the words.
"I made England's national team." Blaise froze next to you, his head slowly turning as if he was a character from one of those muggle films Hermione took you to.
"Are you serious?" He exclaims, pulling you into his lap. You nod, hands resting on his shoulders. A wide proud grin spread across his face.
"How has Draco not spilled it yet? He's shit at keeping secrets." You blush and look away. "You're the first person to know. I wanted you to know first." Blaise stills underneath you, his hands on you tightens on your hips.
"Really?" He whispers. You nod nervously. "When I found out, you were the first person I wanted to tell." He leans up and places a haste kiss on your cheek.
"Princess I am so proud of you." His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you tightly. "I can't believe you told me first. Your mum is going to be mad." You shake your head,knowing he was right.
"I'm sure she'll be more enthusiastic about us courting."
You lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder. "Draco is going to kill me isn't he?" You kiss the side of his neck, hiding your smile. "Probably." Blaise sighs, hands rubbing small circles on your back. “Worth it.”
Summary: You run into Shikamaru, waiting on the academy to let out.
Tags: fluff, Hikaru is so cute, toddler babble, pre relationship, divorced!Shikamaru, single mom!reader
A/n: This is an ongoing series. If you like it and want more, my inbox is always open if you have any ideas❤️
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The trees rustle above your head as you walk to the academy, hand in hand with Shoji. The wind blows gently, chasing the heat from the sun away.
“Mama?” You look down to find Shoji pointing to the ground. Laughing, you let go of his small hand. “Go play. Just remember to be careful.”
With a delightful shriek, Shoji runs off in front of you, jumping over the dark shadows from the branches above. Your chest swells at his tiny giggles. Oh to be entertained by shadows again.
“Fancy running into you here?” A deep rasp comes from behind you, causing you to jump. Shikamaru Nara joins you, standing beside you with his hands shoved into his pocket. “Oh hello Shikamaru. Lovely to see you again. He nods, turning his eyes back to the academy gates.
“Are you here to pick up your son?” Shikamaru hums, eyes flickering between the school and Shoji. “Inojin leaves for the Sand this weekend so I wanted to um…”
You place a hand on his arm as his voice trails off. “I am sure he would love spending time with you.” Shikamaru smiles, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since he joined you.
“Thank you. Means a lot. What about you?” You turn your attention back to Shoji. “Something similar. Hikaru asked me to pick him up today for some reason.”
“Mama watch!” Shoji shouts as he jumps over a wide shadow. You clap, praising the small boy. “Shoji, you remember Mr Nara?” Shikamaru groans, shaking his head. “Please don't call me that. Makes me sound old.” Covering your mouth, you hiding the giggle. “Hate to disappoint but you are old.”
Not giving you a response beside a mean side eye, Shikamaru crouches down in front of Shoji. “Hey Shoji. Wanna see somethin’ cool?” Shoji node wearily, looking up at you for guidance.
Nodding, you want as Shikamaru forms his legendary hand signs. “I can make my own shadows.” You chuckle at how wide Shoji's eyes widen as Shikamaru make the shadows grow. “Careful not to touch the shadow. Mr Nara will be able to control your moves.” Shikamaru chuckles as Shoji steps back. “A pupet?” You nod, chest swelling with pride. “Yup just like a puppet.”
The school bell rings as the doors slam open, all the students rushing out. Hikaru smiles at the sight of you and his younger brother before nudging the boy that looks similar to the man beside you. You know your eyes. You knew your son, you knew Hikaru is up to something.
“Hey honey how was school?” Hikaru smiles up at you, before hugging Shoji. “It was okay. Shino-sensei made is spar today. Of course I won.” You chuckle, tousling his hair. “So modest.”
“What about you Shikadai?” He shrugs, barely suppressing a grin. “Beat Boruto but not sure if that counts.” Shikamaru coughs, lips curling up. “No one likes a show off son.” Shikadai rolls his eyes before smiling like he was up to something. The same smile that was on Hikaru’s face.
“Can Hikaru and I hang out for a bit? We wanted to go to the training grounds.” You share a look with Shikamaru before nodding. “Just be home for dinner Hika.” His arms wrap around your waist, just for a brief moment before running off. “Sure thing ma.”
“Well Shoji, would you like to get ice cream?” His green eyes follow Hikaru, a frown tugging at his lips. “Big brufer?” You smile, holding your arms out. “Hikaru is going to hang out with his friend. So why don't you and I go get some ice cream?” You whisper like this was too secret information as you pick him up. “Peas.” Shoji points at Shikamaru.
You huff, not surprised. Shoji had taken a liking to Shikamaru warming up to him faster than than anyone before.
“Would you like to join us Shikamaru?” The tips of his ears turn a bright pink. “I would hate to impose.” You wave him off, telling him to would be nice to have another adult around. “Besides Shoji wants you to join.” Shikamaru smirks. “Well how could I say no then.”
Hiding in the bushes not so far away, the two boys watch as their parents walk together in the same direction despite living in opposite directions. They high five, cheering quietly. “Phase One complete.”
