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Cafe Conversation (4 Weeks of Fluff Day 8)

In this AU, Simon and Baz didn’t get together when they investigated Baz’s mother’s murder. Hope you enjoy! @4wksoffluff

Word Count: 1468


Simon

Penny was quite obviously annoyed with Simon. They were sitting at a table at a café and Simon was ignoring her completely. A few minutes ago he had spotted a man across the street with longish black hair and an incredibly familiar frame. Simon was almost certain it was Baz but it was too far away to be completely sure. 

“Simon who are you staring at?” Penny asked, cheeks red with frustration.

“Um, I don’t know…does he look familiar?” Simon asked.

Penny glanced in the direction he was looking.

“Does who look familiar? There’s like a million people sitting over there.”

Simon bit his lip. Now he wasn’t so sure it was Baz. He’d hoped Penny would immediately recognize him and reassure Simon that he was right. But if he was wrong he didn’t want to be accused of being obsessed with Baz, even if he actually was. 

“Oh I just thought I recognized the guy with the black hair,” Simon mumbled.

This time Penny turned and gave her full concentration. 

“Oh, you mean Basilton. Yeah I think that’s him,” Penny said.

“Oh,” Simon said, keeping his eyes averted.

Since they’d graduated Watford three years ago Simon hadn’t seen his former roommate ever again. It had been strange at first, no longer sharing a room with someone who’d always been there since he was eleven. Eventually he had gotten used to it, but it didn’t mean he’d stopped thinking about Baz. Over time he’d begun to question whether or not he’d ever really hated him or if it had been something else entirely.

Penny was studying him, a smirk on her face.

“Let’s invite him to eat with us,” Penny said.

Simon’s eyes widened, panicked.

“No! He looks like he’s already seated. Besides, he probably doesn’t even remember us,” Simon said.

Penny snorted.

“Baz was just as fixated on you as you were on him at Watford.”

“Shut up,” Simon hissed.

Penny stood up and grabbed her cloth napkin, waving it in the air like a signal.

Hey Basilton! Yeah, you! Come over here and converse with your fellow alumni!” 

Simon knew his face was beet red, knew it but had no idea how to stop it. He couldn’t look up, couldn’t even speak, as Penny settled back into her seat and watched him triumphantly.

“You’re welcome,” She said.

“Excuse me?” Simon choked out.

Just then, Baz arrived at their table his expression amused but distant. He was wearing dark wash jeans and an expensive looking dark green sweater. His gray eyes seemed to spark against the hazy gloom of the morning. Simon felt his heart thump faster as Baz took a seat next to him.

“Ah, the Watford heroes. How’s life as a retired chosen one and side-kick?” Baz asked.

Penny huffed angrily.

“Side-kick? I’m the one who figured out how to get Simon’s magic back, I think I’ll settle for the brainy tech hero who helps the idiot brave hero in her spare time, thank you very much,” She said. 

Baz glanced at Simon and away.

“So he’s not a Normal after all?” Baz asked.

“I’m right here,” Simon mumbled.

“No he’s not and he’s a lot better at magic these days, now that he has a normal amount,” Penny said.

Baz, without looking at Simon, turned slightly in his direction.

“So how did you miraculously bounce back?” He asked.

“Agatha’s dad noticed that I still had some magical energy. It was really low and nothing I could really access but he assured me it meant I wasn’t a Normal. Then Penny spent some time with various energy spells and tried to channel it to my magic. Overtime I healed, not a big deal,” Simon said.

“Would have been easier with you Baz, what with your connection to Simon’s magic,” Penny said.

“A deal is a deal. He helped me find my mother’s killer and I, well I didn’t kill him. Nothing else was required of me,” Baz said. 

“I’m so glad we got to catch up,” Simon muttered. 

“Damn, they only have the fake sugar packets. I’m going to go ask for some real sugar, I’ll be right back,” Penny said.

When she left, the table went silent. Simon played awkwardly with the edge of his menu and glanced up at Baz. He made a noise when he realized Baz was already staring back at him. There was something in his eyes, something that told Simon not to say something stupid in that moment. Instead, he stared back without saying a word.

“Would it have really helped? Me having done the spells?” Baz asked.

“Probably,” Simon said.

“Do you think…do you think we’re still connected? I mean, to your magic,” Baz said.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if that was because of all the magic I had or if it was, I don’t know, an us thing,” Simon said.

“An us thing,” Baz repeated.

Simon swallowed nervously. His palms felt slick against his jeans and he didn’t know what to say. 

“Do you want to try it?” Baz asked.

“Try what?”

“Try to share it again…just to see,” Baz said.

Simon bit his lip.

“But we’re in public, won’t it be a little…?”

“I won’t do any spells,” Baz promised.

Simon wanted to tell him that it wasn’t scaring the Normals that he was afraid of but rather the intimacy of it. The last time they’d shared magic had been back in their room in Watford, away from the rest of the world. Simon wasn’t sure he wanted anyone, even Penny, to see them like that.

He reached across the table and grabbed Baz’s hand. He felt his heart jump and glanced up to see that Baz’s mouth had opened slightly, as if the physical contact had surprised him. His skin was just as he remembered it, smooth and a little bit cold. He tried to relax his mind, to push his magic out tentatively towards Baz.

Baz gasped.

“Penny…she said your magic was normal…” He whispered.

Simon looked away.

“Simon…are you sure this is safe?” Baz asked.

“I’m not what I used to be, not at all. There are no more holes. But whoever my parents were, they were powerful. I think I’m even stronger than Ebb.”

“So you were always meant to be made of magic,” Baz said, wonder in his voice.

Simon was about to ask what he meant by that when a waiter came and asked for their orders. Simon tried his best to remember Penny’s order and wondered where the hell she had gone off to find sugar. Baz seemed jittery, not able to shake off Simon’s magic.

“You’re right, it’s not nearly as strong as it was before. But it’s still intense,” Baz said.

Simon shrugged.

“Genetics I guess.”

Baz frowned.

“Is something wrong Snow? You’ve barely looked at me since I sat down,” Baz said.

“I could say the same thing to you,” Simon replied, voice defensive.

Baz clenched his jaw, looking torn.

“It’s not…I don’t think you’d understand,” He said. 

Simon made an effort to keep his gaze on Baz steady.

“Try me.”

Baz smiled briefly and then sighed.

“Simon I…I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. I thought being away from you would help. That I could meet a nice guy in college and forget all about you but it hasn’t happened. And I don’t think it will,” Baz said.

Simon felt excitement flutter in his stomach.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I don’t expect you to do anything about it or say anything. But, you asked,” He said.

“Baz-“

“Really it’s not like you have to say anything, I get it.”

“Shut up,” Simon said.

Baz glanced at him in surprise.

“What?”

Simon leaned across the table and kissed Baz, a brief touch of lips, before settling back into his seat.

Baz blinked for a minute or so.

“Um…” he said.

“Yes?” Simon said.

“So uh, does that mean…”

“Would you please go on a date with me Baz? Maybe next Friday around seven?” Simon asked.

Baz nodded, cheeks slightly pink.

Penny ran over, clapping her hands excitedly.

“How exciting! You two have a date!”

“Where the hell have you been?” Simon asked.

“Getting the sugar, like I said,” Penny replied.

“So, where’s the sugar?” Baz asked.

She glanced down and swore.

“I uh, must have dropped it,” She said.

Baz laughed, his grey eyes crinkling around the corners. Simon couldn’t help but laugh too, especially given how red Penny’s face was. It was cold out, and they all had jobs they’d have to leave for soon, but Simon felt happier than he had in a long time. It seemed that the piece that had been missing from Simon’s life since he’d left Watford had finally come back to him.

glazelazer  asked:

can i get a aesthetic for cotton, dark streets, and moths? thank you!

I tried to go for a darker theme, but the two bottom corners turned out kind of iffy. If you’d like me to redo it, don’t hesitate to ask!

We Have Potential (Part 2)

Summary: Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Notes: A ‘fake dating-werewolf convention-bed sharing’ trope combination! Also an AU where nobody died and Derek leads the pack. This is the second longest thing I’ve ever written, whoo. This fic is now complete. (On AO3)

(Part One)


They make good time, because it turns out that on back country roads, Derek is kind of a lead foot. He really puts the Camaro’s horsepower to good use.

“I figure we can check in, then find somewhere to eat dinner,” Derek says as they pull into the hotel parking lot. “Unless you filled up on snacks?”

“I can always eat more, regardless of how many snacks I’ve had,” Stiles says smugly. “Besides,” he adds, checking his watch, “it’s not exactly dinner time.” It’s only four-thirty, which is a little too early to eat for anyone under the age of seventy.

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Don’t Leave (Hatefuck part 2) C.H.

Here is the second part for Hatefuck. It is based on this song

You can read part one here

Trigger Warning: swearing, alcohol. 

Word count: 2k 

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

She knew me and I knew that I had let her go. I had given up on us because she asked me to, because I had fucked everything up.

I had always been a mess, never being able to do anything good. And everybody liked reminding me every single damn time. The boys helped me a lot but the only one who could make everything go away was her. She didn’t hold anything against me and that made me fall for her.

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soulmate sweaters

Originally posted by deanwinchestor

summary: where the first words your soulmate will say to you are on your wrist, and peter’s arm holds the words “that is the ugliest thing i have ever seen in my life.”

words: 981

warnings: some swearing, but i think that’s it!

a/n: this took me a lot longer than i thought it would, and if you looked at my computer you would find multiple drafts for this prompt. also this was my contribution to @nataliarxmanxva‘s writing challenge, where my prompt was “it’s not an ugly sweater!”

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Peter had known for a long time that the words on his arm were probably talking about what he looked like, about how he wasn’t popular, and that his soulmate would most likely have a bad first impression of him. It was these thoughts got him caught daydreaming in English class, and what got him a meeting with the teacher right after.

When the class ended, the teacher let him off with only a warning to pay attention, and Peter was glad to be leaving to his Decathlon practice.

Michelle started the meeting with her usual laid back demeanor, reminding everyone to be quiet as she had some news.

“Okay guys, I know that you probably will care more than I do, but this is Y/N, and she’s the new member of the team.”

Michelle then proceeded to drag a girl to the front of the room and introduce her to everyone as Y/N. It was strange that she was joining kind of late during the year, as it was almost Christmas, but Michelle explained that her family had just finished moving and she was still getting used to Midtown.

The rest of the meeting was mainly drills, and Peter noticed that Y/N stayed in the back, avoiding the other members of the team. That was until Michelle decided to help the shy girl, and seemed to ease her nerves.

“Hey everyone!” Flash called out as everyone was preparing to go home. “Don’t forget that this year’s Christmas party will be held at my house, okay? You’re all invited, and that includes the new girl and Parker!”

After his announcement, the room buzzed with newfound energy. Y/N glanced at Peter, but he blushed and looked away, because how had he not noticed how cute she was?

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Pinky Promise

Summary: It was supposed to be a typical morning… until you suddenly decided to ask Ned a question about Peter Parker. 

Words: 1791

Warnings: None (except dis shit is straight fluff)

A/N: Hi! After days of reading Peter Parker imagines, I figured I’d try writing my own. It’s currently 3:30 AM, and I just imagined this lil situation up a few hours ago because I was thinking of doing something very similar as the reader does, but irl LOL. Also yay bc the GIF matches the plot and his outfit in the story 


It was a chilly October morning, half an hour before the first class of the day would begin. You walked through the main entrance of Midtown High, letting out a sigh of relief as you felt warmth immediately engulf you. Thank god for central heating. 

You weren’t looking forward to this particular hump day – today was the first day it actually felt like fall, and it was especially hard to leave the warm confines of your bed and get ready in an apartment that had yet to turn on the heat. Not to mention that you had a Spanish quiz later that day that you may or may not fail, and a six-hour shift at the local bookstore almost immediately after school.

As you walked down the hallway, you noticed Peter Parker already at his locker, shrugging off his jacket to hang it up on the hook. After a quick cursory glance, you noticed that he was wearing his typical outfit: a dark green sweater with a plaid shirt underneath, pants, and scuffed sneakers. For some reason, you’ve never seen Peter wearing normal jeans: his pants were always some dark and unassuming color, occasionally cuffed at the ends, and once or twice you could’ve sworn you saw atom-patterned socks peeking out underneath…

Suddenly, you snapped out of your reverie, your eyes darting away from Peter’s figure as you quickly shook your head. Okay, how exactly do you know all this? Oh god Y/N, you need to stop staring at him, you creep. Still, you couldn’t help but glance at Peter one last time before passing by, just as the wire of his earphones somehow got caught in his jacket zipper, pulling them right out of his ears and landing with a clatter on the floor. You let out a soft laugh as you heard him mutter adorably before bending down to pick them up.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be very close to Peter Parker, though you guys had been in the same Spanish class for the past two years and had been project partners a few times. Peter was definitely an introvert, choosing to spend most of his time with Ned and occasionally his other academic decathlon teammates. He was also so quiet in class – he usually never spoke unless the teacher called on him, but you were pretty sure he had said the right answer every time.

When you were first paired up, you learned more about him. Though he was a little awkward, it was hard not to warm up to him. He had a tendency to blush really easily (even at the smallest and most offhanded compliments), but those blushes were always followed with a crinkly smile or a stuttered “thank you” that reassured you he appreciated the comment. Plus, not only was he smart, but he was also hard-working and focused – so basically, he was the perfect project partner.

From then on, you always liked working with him. But Ned was also in that class, and only an assigned partner situation could ever split those two up. 

That was Peter Parker in a nutshell: shy but nice, incredibly smart, and a bit dorky. But in an adorable way, your mind teased.

Shut up, conscience.

You finally reached your locker and shoved your backpack in, pulling out the books you needed for the day. You were still lost in thought when Ned sidled up next to you, the clattering of his combination lock making you jump and snapping you out of your thoughts for the second time that morning.

Ned noticed your little spasm and turned his head. “Morning, Y/N. You okay?” You didn’t know Ned very well either, but after a few months of small talk by your lockers every morning or afternoon, you found out that he was just as nice as Peter.

“Morning Ned! Y-yeah I’m fine. Just… thinking,” you said hesitantly.

“Oh, about what?” He asked, shooting you a curious look.

“Ummm…” 

You couldn’t very well tell him that you were just thinking about his best friend, could you?

“Um Ned, can I ask you something? But you kinda need to promise me something first. Pinky promise,” you added quickly. Oh god oh god, what am I doing?

Ned’s face morphed into one of confusion. Y/N wasn’t usually so… worked up, especially this early in the day. In fact, he was pretty sure she wasn’t a morning person, if her radio silence and huge cup of coffee she carried every morning was any indication. “Uhhh… sure?”

“No Ned, seriously. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky towards his.

He held out his hands, almost as if in surrender. “Okay, okay. I mean, I haven’t really done this since the third grade, but okay.” He dropped one of his hands and linked his pinky around yours, sealing the deal. “Wait – what am I pinky promising exactly?”

“Well, not to tell Peter anything about what I’m about to ask you,” you said imploringly, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I know you guys are best friends, but please don’t.”

Ned seemed a bit taken aback, motionless until he shrugged his shoulders slowly. “I guess a pinky promise is a pinky promise. I won’t tell him anything, Y/N.”

You nodded, relieved. “Okay.” You paused to take a deep breath, still in disbelief that you’re about to go through with this. “So… uh, do you know what Peter’s type is? Like, in girls?”

“His type? In girls?” Ned repeated. “Wha – Y/N, are you… into Peter?” You felt your face flush slightly.

“Er, maybe, a little bit? I-I don’t know, I mean he’s… such a good guy and everything, it’s kind of hard… not to?” Your voice lilted up at the end as you stuttered. Meanwhile, your face grew even redder, creating a very good impression of Peter Parker himself.

“Oh… oh. Oh. Wow.” Ned was stunned. He didn’t say anything else as he crossed his arms and stared off as if in thought, making you shift uncomfortably as an awkward silence fell upon the two of you.

“Um, so… do you know?” You finally said. Now it was your turn to jolt Ned out of his thoughts as his eyes snapped back to you, then past you further down the hallway, and back to you again.

“Okay, Y/N. You have to pinky promise me this time – what I’m gonna tell you, you’ll never admit you heard it from me.” Out of nowhere, your heartbeat went into overdrive as you nodded and pinky promised again.

“Okay.” The odd sense of déjà vu hit you again as Ned braced himself to answer you. “You’re probably exactly his type because Peter’s actually liked you for some time now,” he said in a rush.

“Wait, what?” You thought you heard Ned right, but… did Peter actually like you too?

“Yeah, yeah. He does! This like, really works out well. You should go for it. I keep telling him to talk to you more, but he’s just too scared to, I guess.” Ned shrugged, smiling slightly. He couldn’t believe Y/N actually liked his best friend back. This was the best thing to ever happen since he bought that Lego Death Star.

You were still in shock, but a smile began to grow on your face. “You know, I think I will. Thanks, Ned.” Shooting him a grin, you turned back to your locker to grab the last few things you needed, feeling so much more at ease. He actually likes me.

Right at that moment, Peter suddenly appeared, standing in between you and Ned. “Hey, man. Ready to go to Chemistry?” Hearing him greet Ned, you felt your face flush again, hiding your face behind your locker. Your body hadn’t yet calmed down from all the excitement of the past five minutes, apparently.

“Oh, hey Pete. Yeah, I’m almost ready, hold on.” Ned shuffled things around his locker, not having done much before he and Y/N began talking.

You were still hiding behind your locker, absentmindedly rearranging the magnets stuck to the door. Come on, Y/N. He actually likes you. Talk to him, dummy, you thought, trying to psych yourself up. Glancing at your watch and noting there was plenty of time left before the warning bell, you nodded slightly to yourself and finally eased the locker door shut.

“Morning, Peter.” You greeted, smiling slightly. Peter turned to you, brown eyes widening comically.

“Y/N! H-hey. What’s up?” He replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Jeez, Parker. Way to be smooth, he berated himself.

You shrugged, trying to prevent your smile from growing larger as you noticed his nervousness. “Nothing much. Are you ready for the Spanish quiz?” You asked, falling into step with him and Ned as the three of you began walking towards the classrooms.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I did study for it but honestly, I still don’t know what a subjunctive actually is,” Peter confessed, laughing slightly as he tried not to grow even more flustered by your proximity. You had situated yourself close enough that your hand brushed with Peter’s every now and then. He gulped as you suddenly turned to look up at him. Peter took in your Y/E/C eyes, the sweet smile on your face, and your slightly pink cheeks that must have been from the cold weather.

“Oh, please. Knowing you Peter, you’ll probably ace it,” you teased lightly, patting his arm reassuringly. You were a little surprised at the firmness you felt, hinting at muscles hidden underneath the sweaters and hoodies he always wore. This guy keeps on surprising me. Without pausing to think (and probably wimp out), you added sweetly, “We should study together sometime – I might actually be motivated to study then.”

Now Peter fully blushed, going into full-on awkward mode. “O-oh. Yeah, sure, if- if you want. I can help you. De-definitely.” You smiled, heart melting as he ran a hand through his hair nervously, tousling the brown curls. By then, the three of you had reached your classroom so you stopped walking, the guys stopping as well. You glanced over at Ned, who had stayed silent the entire time observing the two of you with a cheesy grin. “Well, this is my stop,” you said, gesturing to the doorway. “See you guys in Spanish. We’ll figure out our study date then, yeah Peter?” You shot him one last smile, moving to hug him quickly before heading inside.

As you walked away, you heard them whisper hurriedly to each other.

“Ned… What just happened?”

“Dude, you just got yourself a date with Y/N Y/L/N, that’s what!”

You smiled. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Thank you @inloveatthewrongtimee
Your prompt really inspired me, so I wrote a little one shot for you :) 

I hope you’ll enjoy it. ♥


Harry Potter watched with eagle-eyes how his best friend dropped to the chair next to Theodore Nott. Harry had settled as usual on their regular seat in the potion lab and had already unpacked the things when Draco and Theo had entered the room. It was kind of like always. However, Draco didn’t settle next to him but sat down at Theo’s desk, this wasn’t as usual. Not at all.

“Trouble in paradise?” A trusted voice made Harry look up, after a moment’s hesitation, he shrugged helplessly.
“If I only knew that.”

Blaise, who usually sat next to Theo, had settled down next to him. With an encouraging smile he laid his hand on Harry’s arm.
“Dray is all drama, he’ll calm himself.” Blaise gave Harry one of those you-know-exactly-how-he-is-looks and his smile turned into a cheeky grin. “As always”, he added.

Harry nodded and felt much better. Even though Blaise and he weren’t best friends, the two Slytherins were quite close.
“Then you’ll just take me through potions”, Harry replied with a grin, making the other laugh.

Since Harry had met Draco at Madame Malkins, the blonde had been absolutely thrilled by him. On platform 9 ¾, the blonde had caught Harry pretty quickly and dragged him to his friends. That was the story how Harry had met Blaise and Pansy. Draco, Blaise and Pansy had been friends since they were little. They liked Harry really quickly, as they did with Daphne Greengrass.

Pansy and Daphne had been best friends since the time Pansy had sat down beside the blonde little girl at the Slytherin table. That’s they were. The squad. Draco and Harry, who were inseparable, and Pansy and Daphne, who were also rarely separated, and Blaise, who got along very well with everyone.

Harry also got along very well with Theo. The brunette Slytherin just didn’t like the squad life and prefered to spend his time alone or in pairs. Vince and Greg always did their own thing, just like Millicent and Tracey.

To Harry’s disgust, he had to realize that the “incident” in potions was no exception. Draco spent more and more time with the brunette Slytherin. He came late at night to the dorm, which he shared with Blaise and Harry, sat at the meal mostly opposite Theo and a few places further away at the table.

The two of them learned together, sat together in the classroom and spent their spare time together, they just did almost everything together. Except for Quidditch, but Harry was sure if Theo had been a part of the team, then they would hang around in training as well. It made Harry mad. His best friend ignored him and Harry had no idea why.

He had asked Blaise for advice and his best friend Daphne, he had even begged Pansy to tell him what she knew, but the black-haired Slytherin, also known as Dracos Best Friend, had only shaken her head.
“Harry, he didn’t say anything, I don’t know what’s going on with him”, she sighed, looking sadly at her friend. Harry was stumped.

It was already dawning when Harry went to the quidditch field. He didn’t care that he was late for training. Just how Draco acted lately, he wouldn’t even notice it. Harry had quickly peeled off his clothes and pulled over the quidditch uniform before he went to the field.

When Harry entered the training, he greeted the team briefly. They were doing different tactics, so it wasn’t even bad that Harry had come too late. As a searcher the strategy and moves hardly touched him.

The training went on as usual. With the one difference that Draco almost didn’t talk to him. Otherwise, he and Harry had often looked at the players and discussed how they could use each team member most effectively. Draco had mostly flown beside him, but since his iron silence he hovered down among the others, hardly paying attention to the black-haired boy.

After the workout, Harry had time to take a shower. As he entered the dressing room, Draco was pulling on a dark green sweater. Harry turned away and opened his own locker when suddenly a “Hey” came from his right. He glanced at his best friend. Draco leaned his shoulder against one of the lockers the right of Harry.

“Hey yourself”, he murmured, slipping into blue washed-out jeans and a black hoodie. He caught Draco’s eyes and sighed.
“So you’re talking to me again?” It slipped out by Harry. Crap. He didn’t want to bitch around.

Draco raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“It’s new for me that I didn’t talk to you.”
“Well, you didn’t have time to talk with me since you only depend on Nott.” Harry snarled. Dracos couldn’t be serious?!

“I also didn’t know you had a problem with Theo, but good to know, Harry.” Draco pushed away from the locker and headed toward the exit.
“You’d know if you had talked to your best friend in the past two weeks” Harry chided after him.
“I do not need your permission with whom I spend my time and with whom not, Potter”, Draco hissed angrily.

At the sound of his last name, Harry shrank. Everything inside him tensed and with a wistful look at Draco, he called after him a sad “Dray”, but Draco didn’t react and instead he disappeared from the changing rooms.
Great. The first time they had talked during the last two weeks and they argued immediately. Fabulous.

The next day, Harry saw his friend only in classes and at meals. Literally. Harry had tried to intercept Draco in the morning or the evening to apologize and clarify the matter, but Draco had disappeared early in the morning that Harry wasn’t even awake, and in the evening he came so late to the dungeons that Harry was already in the land of dreams. It was like the blonde Slytherin wouldn’t even sleeping with them in the dormitory.

On Friday evening, two days after the dispute in the changing rooms, it was too much for Harry. When he entered the empty dormitory after dinner, he rolled up on the bed and cried. Yes, he was crying because of Draco fucking Malfoy, his best friend, who was no longer his best friend for various reasons.

When Blaise entered the dormitory a little later and found the sobbing Harry, he didn’t hesitate for long. His steps led him back into the common room, which he had left only minutes before. He reached for Daphne’s wrist with a sharp “fellow-fellow” and drew the shocked girl into the boys tract.

He pushed her through the door into the dormitory, and when Daphne saw her best friend in this compassionate position, she cuddled into the bed and pulled the black-haired man into her arms. With a look at Blaise, who nodded and then left the room, she slammed the blanket over her body and stroked Harry soothingly through his hair.

While Daphne was cajoling the black-haired with honeyed words, Blaise was looking for the cause of the evil. He finally found Draco in the library with - oh what a miracle - Theo. Blaise rushed to the table where his two classmates studied.

“Malfoy”, he growled as he reached the table and put his hands on the plate.
“Since when are we on last-name-basis?”, Draco asked skeptically.
“Since one of our friends is crying because of you and actually I thought that you two were best friends and you should be interested", Blaise hissed at the blonde.

Contrary to expectations, Draco did not react first but Theo.
“What? Harry’s crying?”
Blaise nodded with a brief glance at the brunette.
“If you .. oh no, because you two did not notice it”, Blaise began, then turned back to Draco, “Harry is pretty shitty because you ignore him.”
The two Slytherins gave themselves a grown look duel, which Theo only doubtingly watched.

“I don’t know why I’d have to ask anyone with whom I spend my time”, Draco hissed, turning back to his book.
“Maybe it’s not about who you spend time with, but who you’re ignoring after seven years of friendship. Harry just doesn’t know why you hate him all at once. “

With a desperate look at Draco, the black-haired boy shook his head and turned away without another word. In his back, he still heard Theo talking softly to Draco, but he was too far away to understand the words.

Daphne slept next to Harry this night. When the next morning refused to go to breakfast, his girlfriend quickly stayed with him in bed. Blaise brought the two sandwiches, which only touched the blonde. When Harry was still unable to get up at midday, Daphne and Pansy tried to get their friend together.

“Lion, you have to get up,” Daphne murmured as she pulled a strand of hair from his forehead. In a flowing motion, she wiped another tear from his cheek. Not even his beloved pet name could change his mood.

Daphne called him Lion since he told her in the fourth year that the Talking Hat was going to send him to Gryffindor. But Harry had resisted it, because of Draco. The Draco, whom he had completely no matter for several weeks.

“Harry, come with us for lunch,” Pansy pleaded with the black-haired boy, and sighed deeply, “it will be all right. Believe me, I’ll kick him in the ass, but you’ll have to eat something.”

Harry just shook his head and after a few more attempts, the girls said good-bye to go to the Great Hall. In the afternoon Harry had slept much, which made the girls spend time outdoors. Towards evening, Daph sat back on Harry’s bed, his back against the wall behind her, while the feet dangled forward.

Harry had put his head sideways on her thighs, and looked at Pansy, kneeling before him on the floor, her hands clasped on the mattress and her head resting on it. She had been talking about her holiday from the summer for almost an hour, and avoided talking as much as possible about subjects that Draco contained, which really wasn’t that easy.

After all, Harry and Draco had almost never been separate since their first day at Hogwarts. Pansy looked desperately at Daphne, who recognized the dumb plea. Never leave me. In reply, she gave the black-haired girl only a loving smile.

The door swung open behind Pansy, which made the two girls look up, thinking that Blaise was coming in. But to all wonder it wasn’t Blaise but Draco, who leaned with the shoulder in the door frame. When Harry saw him, he closed his eyes desperately for a moment, before he straightened.

“Girls, just leave us alone, please”, Draco said. Although his voice was completely quiet, the air was electrified as the two girls stood up. Pansy was the first at the door. Furiously, she pressed her index finger against his chest.

“I hope for you, you had damn good reasons and you’ll clarify the matter with Harry, otherwise I’ll kick your ass, Malfoy”, Pansy hissed at him before she pushed out into the corridor. And Draco was perfectly clear she was serious. Like very serious. one head smaller or not. Daphne kissed Harry briefly on the cheek, before she also drove past Draco. He entered the room completely and leaned against one of his bedposts. Harry, who had meanwhile sat up, slipped to the wall.

For a little while nobody said anything. They only looked into each other’s eyes and a tear blurred from Harry’s cheek.
“Why do you hate me?” The black-haired boy whispered after some time, because he couldn’t stand the silence any more.

Draco said nothing for a moment before a sigh escaped.
“I don’t hate you”, he replied, suddenly sounding tired. Draco sat down on his bed, slid back against the wall and closed his eyes briefly. Again, both were silent for some time.

“Dray, talk to me, please”, Harry pleaded, just couldn’t stand it anymore.
Draco sighed before he began to talk.
“Theo and I understand each other very well, because we like the same thing.”
Harry frowned, but Draco just continued on.
“He found out I was … that I’m gay and well, he is too, and I never wanted our friendship to suffer, Harry, but it was so easy to be with Theo all this time.”

Harry swallowed and let the words sink. For some reason, his stomach had contracted painfully at the thought of Draco and Theo.
“So you’re happy with him … and you couldn’t tell me. Do you really think I would be … yes, whatever … just because you’ve got a boyfriend now?”
Draco opened his eyes widely and shook his head vehemently.

“No, stop, Theo and I aren’t together. I mean, well, we kissed one time, but I’ve got feelings for someone and Theo just became a good listener and friend to me. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I was just afraid you could find me repulsive”, Draco finally became quieter. That was too much for Harry.

“Holy shit, you’re crazy! We’ve survived everything together, we’ve survived Voldemort, we’ve been going through thick and thin since we’re 11 years old. Dray, we … I … I thought you’d know me better.“, he shouted at the other, “and then I’m going to freak out because you’re gay?! Do you have that less faith in me?”

The blonde swallowed visibly and stood up, slowly walking toward Harry.
“I wasn’t afraid you’d abandon me for being gay, I was afraid you’d abandon me for this.” Draco had just wispered the last words before he put his lips on Harry’s.
Harry’s body felt like it was going to explode, but before he could return the kiss, Draco had already disengaged from him and stepped back. Absent-minded Harry touched his lips with his fingertips.

“I know .. I’m not …” gay, he wanted to say, but for some reason he didn’t say a word. Absolutely overwhelmed, he looked into Draco’s eyes.
“Gay”, Draco finished Harry’s sentence instead, closing his lids. “I know.”
“Yes, no … but I … I don’t know”, Harry murmured.

He had never been interested in boys, but he wasn’t really interested in girls either. Suddelny he knew what to do. Harry put a hand on Draco’s neck and pulled him closer.
“I have no idea, but if you want, we’ll find out together”, he whispered against Draco’s lips before pulling him closer and pressing his own lips on Draco’s.


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Worse than some, Better than others

Paring: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Fandom: Harry Potter ((Marauders Era))

A/N: Haven’t written a Harry Potter imagine yet, and I adore the Marauders!

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

I grimaced as the marauders began to confidently saunter towards my group and I whom were at the far corner of the court yard. Sirius leant on the cobblestone wall to my left, and James simply stood with a hand on his hip and a snarky expression. Peter Pettigrew, the actual fucking rat winked at me, and I swear I almost vomited. Remus stood towards the back of the group, staring down at his books shyly. "Moony, you coward, do what we came here to do,“ James huffed, a smirk forming onto his lips as Sirius stepped towards the boy and shoved him into me. The next thing I knew I’d hit the ground with a thud, and Remus landed on top of me, books sprawled across the leaf-littered grass. The lanky, awkward boy looked at me for a moment, before scrambling off of me, shooting his hand out towards me. I accepted his offer, and he pulled me off of my back.

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