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OMG THE HARRY POTTER FICS IN MY DRAFTS IM CRYINH.

i don’t know what happened to me but my friend introduced me to genshin back in march and uhhh- 🧍🏻‍♀️

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etheraella

ilym

James Potter x Reader

A/N: Hi fantasists! This is a short story Celeste has been working on based on a song titled ‘ilym’ which was written and sung by John K and ROSIE. I suggest you listen to their well-written song before reading this because it is truly heart-touching, The lyrics are highlighted in bold italics for easier reference :) That being said, I love every single one of you and we hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. Also, thank you to Oceane for creating this masterpiece of a moodboard <3

Summary: Unreceived I love you’s from one to another.

He was getting stares from his roommates, but he couldn’t care less. What filled his head was not the people around him, rather her heavenly laugh that would put a grin on his face subconsciously. The piercing pain on his jaw came unnoticed as he continued making rather lame jokes to his ears, but ridiculously hilarious to hers.

“James, have I told you how much of a darling friend you are? Over.” Her smile could be heard between her words. Saying “over” after every message sent through the walkie talkie was a joke that soon became a habit. Although ‘friend’ is a harsh way to summarise their relationship, they kept it that way. Commitment was one of their fears and they were far from ready to create something more.

“Oh, I’m aware. Being this charming doesn’t help controlling your desires, does it? I’m sorry, I’ll try to tone it down, although it will be quite tricky. But for you-“

“James!” Her laugh filled his ears as she tried saying ‘over’ in between of her small giggles, which also caused James to laugh along. “You didn’t let me finish my sentence, over.”

The laughter calmed down, and James found himself picking on the edge of the walkie talkie, hesitating his next few words. “Y/N,..-”

“James! It’s professor McGonagall! Hurry!” But he was abruptly cut off by his roommate’s warning. Hurriedly shoving the walkie talkie behind his back, he shut his eyes, hoping the professor would believe his acted-out lie. The door creaking open could be heard, leaving the room painfully silent before slowly shutting the door once again.

James exhaled out of relief and snatched the previously shoved walkie talkie to see if she was still there. “Y/N?” But to his defeat, she wasn’t.

After laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling for a good five minutes, thinking of what he failed to say before professor McGonagall barged in, he escaped the warmth of his sheets and walked to his table. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper, he proceeded to write down his unknown feelings which he failed to express a moment ago.

‘I love you.’

I miss you already

And you’re not even gone

I wanna call you

We just hung up the phone

I wrote you a letter

And I threw it away

No matter how small I write it

There’s always so much more to say

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

She fed off the heat from James’s hand as she watched the muggle movie which she sneaked away to watch. Although, it seemed to be James with the firmer grip.

She looked up at him and smiled, oh how lucky she was for having a man like him this close to her. “James, it’s not even that sad, why are you crying?”

Her words caught his attention which led his teary eyes meet hers. “Their love inspires me. How could they still find comfort in one another after all they’ve been through?”

Her smile grew wider as her eyes studied his, “They’ve got nothing on us.”

He wondered what would’ve happened at this very moment had he told her the words he wanted to that night.

Darlin’ I love you

More than thе movies

That make me tеar up

Even Harry and Sally

Noah and Ally have nothing on us

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The cold droplet of water that escaped his left eye and onto his hand caused him to snap back into the present. Holding a twitching, yet firm smile, he tried wiping the sorrow off as he glanced at the letter—the letter he should have given her when he still had the chance. “It was fun while it lasted,” His blurry vision angered him. It was his fault. He didn’t deserve to sorrow for her.

His hand reached the rough paper, caressing it as if she could feel it.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I love you more than the bad days ahead

I love you more than the nights that we ended with slammin’ doors

Oh, I love you more

There will be times when your heart will forget

So I’ll say it over and over again

So you know for sure

Darlin’ I love you

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

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etheraella

ilym

James Potter x Reader

Summary: Unreceived I love you’s from one to another.

“Oh, I’m aware. Being this charming doesn’t help controlling your desires, does it? I’m sorry, I’ll try to tone it down, although it will be quite tricky. But for you-“

“James!” Her laugh filled his ears as she tried saying ‘over’ in between of her small giggles, which also caused James to laugh along. “You didn’t let me finish my sentence, over.”

The laughter calmed down, and James found himself picking on the edge of the walkie talkie, hesitating his next few words. “Y/N,..-”

James exhaled out of relief and snatched the previously shoved walkie talkie to see if she was still there. “Y/N?” But to his defeat, she wasn’t.

‘I love you.’

I miss you already

And you’re not even gone

I wanna call you

We just hung up the phone

I wrote you a letter

And I threw it away

No matter how small I write it

There’s always so much more to say

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

She fed off the heat from James’s hand as she watched the muggle movie which she sneaked away to watch. Although, it seemed to be James with the firmer grip.

She looked up at him and smiled, oh how lucky she was for having a man like him this close to her. “James, it’s not even that sad, why are you crying?”

Her words caught his attention which led his teary eyes meet hers. “Their love inspires me. How could they still find comfort in one another after all they’ve been through?”

Her smile grew wider as her eyes studied his, “They’ve got nothing on us.”

He wondered what would’ve happened at this very moment had he told her the words he wanted to that night.

Darlin’ I love you

More than thе movies

That make me tеar up

Even Harry and Sally

Noah and Ally have nothing on us

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

His hand reached the rough paper, caressing it as if she could feel it.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I love you more than the bad days ahead

I love you more than the nights that we ended with slammin’ doors

Oh, I love you more

There will be times when your heart will forget

So I’ll say it over and over again

So you know for sure

Darlin’ I love you

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Taglist: @coolbeans32 @amourtentiaa

soapoperabub

the lost and the forgotten

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: Whew, it’s been a while but I had to hop on to write this short scene that was inspired by the series Teen Wolf season 6 episode 1, but I made some changes in it to spice it up a little if you don’t mind :3 The idea was proposed by @newtkyloskywalkerstiliski which in my opinion was an amazing one! I’m sorry for keeping you waiting but I hope this is what you’ve hoped for! Thank you for your patience!

Both your hairs were ruffled up, but you had bigger problems. Perhaps that the ghost riders were still chasing you? Or the fact that Stiles might get kidnapped by them? Or maybe the fear of forgetting someone you held so dearly close to your heart? He kept stealing glances at you, ‘why did I bring her along?’

Your mind was occupied with the thought of losing him, that you didn’t even realize the fear in his eyes. He kept driving while you were thinking of ways to avoid such a situation.

“Y/N, I-“

“I’m not losing you, Stiles!” Your voice was hoarse yet firm, the thought of losing him terrified you. You were willing to put your own life on the line just to save his. Your panting stopped for a while, your eyes studying his, but him quickly moving his gaze back to the road. He seemed to have already made up his mind, causing you to feel more uneasy.

Letting out a deep breath, he asked “Are they still following us?” You turned your head to see them getting closer by the second. He didn’t need an answer, your expression showed it all.

He sighed, his breathing unsteady and his actions hesitant.

“What are you doing?” He raised his hand up to the keyhole in his jeep, “Stiles,” and turned the engine off. “Stiles, what are you doing?” The panic in your voice raised as he released the key.

“Y/N, There’s no point in stressing it. I-“

“Stiles, There is a way, I swear. I promise there’s a way, we just have to look hard enough. I’m not forgetting you. I won’t forget you. I won’t let you go like this-“ Your hands desperately searched his, yearning his comfort, your muscles tensed up, eyes stinging. “Just, please. Stiles?”

He studied the sadness in your eyes but felt hopeless in trying to comfort you. He didn’t have the power to. “Y/N,”

“Please, Stiles.” Your words came out as an unsteady whisper.

He hesitatingly released his hands from your grip, knowing you would get hurt either way. It was his responsibility to make a decision, even if it meant losing one another. His hands reached your cheeks, wiping the tears that escaped your eyes a while ago.

“Look, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex, you’re gonna forget me,” He winced at his own words, realizing what he’s putting himself into.

“You have to try to find some way to remember me, okay? Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year? Sophomore year? Junior year?” He paused as you continued focusing every inch of your attention towards him. “Remember how you saved my life?”

“Stiles,” Wanting to prove a point, but having no words, you only stared. He brought your head closer to his, making your forehead lean against each other. “Just remember,” You shut your eyes, savoring this moment while it lasts, being well aware that when he lets you go, everything would be forgotten.

“Just remember, I love you.”

Your eyes shot open by his sudden words – the words he would always tell you, but you never returned.

And probably never will; because he was gone.

etheraella

Lies Between Ties || Part I ||

(Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader)

Summary : Y/N and Draco caught themselves in an arranged marriage by their parents, they both try and act like a happy married couple infront of their families, when in reality they made an agreement to not cross each other’s space and treat each other as ‘roommates’. What happens when one unknowingly gains feelings?

Warnings : No War/Voldemort!AU, Arranged Marriage, Slowburn, Unrequited Love (?), Angst, Arguing, slight cursing.

Your eyes widen in shock, not believing what the woman you respected all your life had just said. You scoffed in disbelief as your mother puts her welcoming hand on yours in comfort. “Very funny, Mama.”

She frowned, holding back a smile. “Y/N, this is not a joke, I think it’s for the best if you marry him, Narcissa-”

“I know she’s your friend, Mama. But I don’t even know him, we’ve never exchanged a conversation, and it’s best if we keep it that way.” You got up ready to leave the conversation. Unfortunately, your mother grabbed your wrist softly before you could do so.

“Please don’t say that, Mama. I would want to get married but not anytime soon. I’ve only just graduated Hogwarts, and who’s going to take care of you?”

“Your stepfather is retiring soon, we’ll just be here at home and you can come visit us after you and Draco have settled,”

You squinted the moment Draco’s name left your mothers lips. Sure, the two have never said a word to each other, but he was known for his boastful and rich background. Everyone in Hogwarts would’ve known the Slytherin Prince. Though, that never interest you. He probably never knew who you were anyway.

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Lies Between Ties || Part I ||

(Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader)

Warnings : No War/Voldemort!AU, Arranged Marriage, Slowburn, Unrequited Love (?), Angst, Arguing, slight cursing.

She frowned, holding back a smile. “Y/N, this is not a joke, I think it’s for the best if you marry him, Narcissa-”

“Please don’t say that, Mama. I would want to get married but not anytime soon. I’ve only just graduated Hogwarts, and who’s going to take care of you?”

“Your stepfather is retiring soon, we’ll just be here at home and you can come visit us after you and Draco have settled,”

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hi, i just found your blog moments ago, and i’m loving your fics so far. do you somehow have a taglist? i’d love to be tagged in yout future works <3

ah helloo !! thank youu sm 😭✋🏻 actually, I'm thinking of making this account for requests and reposting my works from @etheraella after this. It's a two-owner account since im quite busy with school these days. Would you like me to tag you there ? :)

dracosathenaeum

I Can't Pretend Anymore | D.M.

Summary: Draco’s friends and family hate you; you’ve stood by for years but it’s no longer enough.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Arguing, open ending

Word Count: 2,111

A/N: For @theweasleysredhair ‘s 9k writing challenge, sorry it took so long but I hope this is okay!!

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“Draco please, you can’t avoid this forever.”

“Can we not do this tonight? Let’s just talk tomorrow.” You could see the annoyance start to creep into his voice, his fingers loosening his tie before running a stressed hand through his styled hair.

“Draco. I can’t do this anymore.”

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NOBODY TALK TO ME ✋🏻 ID LIKE A MOMENT TO CRY IN PEACE

The Last Letter For Love

(Fred Weasley x reader)

-my post from etheraella (A/N at the end)

Summary : 10 years of friendship through letters, and being a hopeless romantic didn’t help you realise your feelings for your best friend, until it might be too late.

Warnings : MUGGLE!AU slow-burn, angst, violence if you squint, best friends-to-lovers, a few cursing you probably won’t realise.

Feet shuffling against the living room carpet, you finally let your body slump on the sofa with a sigh. The sound of wrinkling leather waves through the empty corridor of your shared house. You ignored it, knowing that one of your housemates (who also happen to be your best friends) might come huffing into the room for continuously abusing furniture. With the same occasion happening countless number of times that week, you expected them to grow tired of your mood swings.

You reached for the nearest cushion beside you, digging your fingers onto the sides of the rough object, before stuffing your face into it; rage burning in your chest for a peculiar Weasley. You lift your face from the cushion furiously, running your hands through your hair.

"Is it that hard for that git to take time and write to me?" you cursed under your breath.

You heard a scoff before lifting your head and meeting eyes with your friend, Delilah. She was leaning against the archway of the living room. "Go on, explain yourself." she said, walking to the couch beside you -- leaving a gap, knowing you might blow off any minute if bothered. Before you could reply, she shakes her head. "And don't lie to me, you've been acting like a maniac, plotting a murder for a week now."

"She probably is, It's been 3 weeks since she last received a letter from her long-distance boyfriend. Of course she's gone mad." You needn't turn around, knowing it was your other roommate, Sara.

"Fred." you say gripping the sweat-stained pillow and throwing it at her. "Is my best friend," pausing before adding "Nothing more," then leaning against the couch.

You bit your lip in frustration, pulling off a few loose threads from the hem of your sleeves in anger, "Be patient, Y/N," Delilah says, patting your back. "He might be busy with his shop or dealing with.. well, whatever he might be doing," You rolled your eyes, seeing the now sitting Sara looking at you, sympathetically.

"Well, he can do whatever the hell he wants for all I care. No actually--I don't care, they're just letters." You stood up and stormed up to your room. Shutting the door with a click, you hear muffled voices of your two friends, one of them saying "Wasn't she enraged three minutes ago".

You feel your head spinning before pulling out a specific letter from a wooden box and leaning against the desk. The words that were inked on the paper still enliven the butterflies in your stomach, even after you've memorised them. It was the last letter you received from him before his gifts came to an abrupt stop. You felt like a 16 year old teenager feeling giddy over a crush. Your eyes widen -- reminding yourself "NO Y/N, he's just a friend!" Suddenly remembering you weren't supposed to be 'caring', you cringed to yourself before shoving the letter back in the box weighing a heavy heart.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

You let your body fall against the soft mattress with a squeal, staring up the ceiling whilst clutching the new envelope up to your chest. Without realising the rapid rate of your heartbeat, you impatiently tore open the envelope and unfolded its content.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in the best of spirits.

I deeply apologise for this delayed reply as I have been quite busy with the joke shop here. Formalities aside, I'm going to be making a few business arrangements in your town. George thought I should go instead of him, and I definitely agree with him. I can't wait to see you, and expect me to ring your house phone tomorrow to discuss. Sadly, I'd have to make this letter short, pumpkin.

P.S bring along that beautiful smile of yours when we meet.

Yours lovingly,

Fred G. Weasley

A smile forms across your face as you read his words, your heart doing summersaults. Before you could trace his signature, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Sighing, you opened the door, seeing an eyebrow raised Delilah and Sara. Seeing your friends just makes you want to squeeze them in a hug of joy. The smile on your lips didn't falter as you tried forming words "I-"

"We know, Y/N." Delilah interrupted. "We guessed the moment you turned all giddy when coming home. You even fell from the entrance stairs! What'd he say?" Sara asked, smirking. You stared at them, the red mark on your ankle feeling suddenly obvious.

"He said he's going to be dealing with a few business things here. I think he's coming in a few days." You say, your smile growing wider as the words escape your lips. Fred and you have met before. Only, it was twice or trice a year from a long-distance decade of friendship.

Your friendship with Fred was a rather complicated story that even to you, seems a little cliche of how it started with a single complication.

A letter,

The letter had somehow mistakenly ended up to your address, knowing that a 'Hermione Granger' doesn't exist in your household. Being the hopeless romantic you are, you thought it was some kind of love letter so you tore open the letter and read it. In the midst of the paragraph, you feel a pang of guilt as the letter has only to do with family matters. You cursed yourself, and felt sorry for the sender and immediately returned the letter to the signed name 'Fred Weasley' with an attached paper for explanation.

A few days after, you received a letter a letter from him, this time with your name as the addressee. Fred apolagised and offered his gratitude for returning his letter, as it was his mistake for writing the wrong address after all.. And that ladies and gents, was the story on how your friendship was formed.

Although the two of you had exchanged numbers on paper, you fancied the idea of continuing to use the old method with letters, as it was a reminder of how the two of you had gotten to know each other. Fred had always been open about his family and business to you. The both of you admitted that you weren't romantically involved with anyone, but decided to leave that topic 2 years ago. Surely, if he was in a relationship, he'd let you know anyway.

The more often you and Fred exchanged letters, the more you felt a tinge of excitement as he expresses his life and thoughts to you, hoping he'd feel the same. Sometimes, you'd spend endless nights rereading a few old letters of his which you cherished in a wooden box, paragraphs memorised.

Fred took you to meet his family on the third year of your friendship, even Hermione who was Fred's future sister-in-law back then was there. Molly Weasley had sent you presents for Christmas since then, which contained her self-made sweaters. You wondered how much Fred mentioned you to the Weasleys.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

Later that week, Fred gave you a call, arranging your meeting for an evening. As soon as you saw the red-head arrive on your front door, you smiled and embraced him in a friendly hug. Fred, who was towering over you, looked the same as he always did; charming, with freckles painted on the bridge of his nose, enough to sway any girl’s feet.

"How's my pumpkin doing?" he grins, with a raised brow. You feel your face heating from the sound of his low-pitched voice calling the nickname he gave you 4 years ago. "I'm doing fine, Freddie." you said, returning his grin. The two of you immediately caught yourselves in a conversation on the journey. Clueless as to where Fred was taking you.

"Are you trying to kidnap me?" you scoffed jokingly, after the fourth time you had asked Fred for the destination while he was continuously refusing. "Pumpkin, I would have ordered someone to bring you to my hotel if I was." he winked, glancing sideways at you, making your cheeks blow bright pink in the shadow of the night. "But then again, I won't be kidnapping if I don't do it myself".

Finally, the two of you arrived at a coffee shop, "Is this the 'surprise', Freddie?" you asked him, getting out of the car.

"Not exactly." he smiles. The smell of baked muffins hit your nostrils as you enter the shop. Fred led you to a seat while you silently followed him, he stopped at a corner table next to a huge window, a girl with long black hair was already occupied.

“Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Grace, my girlfriend." Fred turns to you with a prideful grin plastered across his face. "Darling, this is my best friend, Y/N." You felt your heart stop. Following his gaze, your eyes landed on the girl appearing to be his girlfriend, smile up at you, showing her pearly white teeth. Quickly pushing your overfilled thoughts away, you shook her hand, the room suddenly became insufferable. You forced a smile as you hesitantly took the seat opposite to them.

"Since, you're my best friend and all, I thought the two of you should meet." Even though he sounded as if it was meant for you, he didn't spare you a single glance. "Yes, Y/N. Seeing how much you meant to him and all." Grace smiled slightly, "I mean.. as friends." Grace added pressing the word 'friends'. You could’ve sworn you saw a sly look in her icy blue eyes, but shook it off, trying your best to act natural, smiling back at her sweetly.

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━

Every time you glanced at Fred, you felt a stinging pain in your chest; maybe you were just feeling protective over him? But does that include wanting to have him all for yourself, as selfish as it is? It felt wrong with the idea of loving your best friend, but it felt right loving him.

Regretfully, you felt like an idiot for not recognizing your feelings sooner and denying them. The missed opportunities you could have experienced if you had just revealed your true feelings to him whether it was on paper, on phone or even in person. Were you just scared of ruining your friendship?

Sara and Delilah noticed your change in behaviour when Fred’s name pops up in random conversations, until one night you burst into tears and poured your bottled-up feelings onto them. It didn't help matters when you and Fred met, the blue-eyed minkle always tagged along. When Fred wasn't around, she bared her venom-like teeth. "I've seen the way you look at Fred, I'm not stupid."

And from there onwards…

"You're too immature for Freddie."

…you started knowing her more than Fred ever will.

"The two of you have been friends for what? A decade? He's known me a year, guess we all know who he sees as his lover and who as a friend."

That last statement hurt enough for you to have to restrain yourself from slapping the smirk off her face as she said it. You tried your best to act normally in front of Fred, but you knew seeing them together was a pain too unbearable for you to handle, so you declined his hangout calls and started seeing him less and less.

The last thing you wanted was to destroy their relationship by breaking down in front of the person you cared for, and revealing Grace's true colours. Knowing Fred, he'd side with you and break up with Grace, but seeing them together made you realise how happy they were. Fred deserved the happiness Grace brought him. And you’re well aware that the feelings he shared with her were much more in depth than the ones he shared with you, because when he looks at her, his face says it all.

A/N : hello everyone ! I wrote this fic and posted it on my other account @etheraella with my friend, I’ve noticed i few issues so i decided to post this fic both here and there to test the waters.

General Taglist 🏷 : @lilypad-55449 @hopelesslymt @iced-teaaa @lindsaytriestowrite @aprilgonzalez @sweetnspicysimp @mackaywhore @lightninglydia @george-fabian-weasley

etheraella

The Lost Letter for Love

(Fred Weasley x Reader)

Summary : 10 years of friendship through letters, and being a hopeless romantic didn’t help you realise your feelings for your best friend, until it might be too late.

Warnings : MUGGLE!AU slow-burn, angst, violence if you squint, best friends-to-lovers, a few cursing you probably won’t realise.

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IM BACKKK !! My friend and I @hopelesslymt

decided to make an account together, which is

@etheraella

I've started posting there, and I'm really proud of the fics posted both from me and her ! Currently, I answer requests on this account :)