The Hogwarts Yule Ball had become a tradition in the more recent years, something to look forward to that wasn’t just exams before the winter holidays.
Despite dating since October, Sansa had still nervously awaited her invitation to the ball from Jon, planning an elegant black and silver gown that Jon would be easily able to match with dress robes.
Jon had been adorably anxious asking her, running his fingers through his already tousled hair and blushing a deep shade of red. Sansa had laughed and told him of course, acknowledging that she would definitely be spending the evening in the company of her brother Robb, but realizing she didn’t really care.
When the evening came, it was truly something magical, even if they weren’t in a school for witchcraft and wizardry. They spent the night laughing, dancing, and talking to their friends, before eventually finding a dark corner for some snogging. Reluctantly they distangled from each other when they heard the clock tower ringing, saying their good nights as they both head to their separate wings of Hogwarts castle.
chapter title: Ball Gowns and Fist Fights words: 3.5k story summary: Ladybug and Chat Noir independently discover each others’ civilian
identities, and start doing their own night patrols to secretly learn
more about one another. In the process, they find themselves falling
even harder for each other—but when they fight together, both feel
compelled to pretend that they don’t know the truth. (lots of Marichat, lots of Ladrien, slow burn Ladynoir)
a/n: This chapter was so much fun to write! It might be the most action packed thing I’ve ever written, and it was all inspired by this amazing fanart by @moeskine ! I remember seeing it ages ago and really wanting to write something for it, and the scenario fit perfectly into this fic, so this is partially dedicated to you!
On Tuesday, Marinette spends all of first period sketching furiously in her notebook. It’s not an unusual sight; she’s often most creative in the morning, and Alya is used to watching her churn out multiple dress designs and sketches in a matter of minutes. But when she looks over to see what Marinette has drawn today, she’s baffled by what she sees.
All of the sketches consist of a figure that looks oddly like Ladybug entering a fancy mansion through a window in various unusual ways.
“What is that? When did you start drawing comics instead of fashion designs?” she asks, bemused.
“Oh, I’m, uh, working on a collaboration with Nathanael!” responds Marinette quickly. It’s the first thing she can think of.
“Since yesterday. He, uh, just asked me to think of some ideas for his new comic, so that’s what I’ve been working on.”
“Oh, well, I guess that explains why you’re so distracted,” says Alya, though she isn’t completely convinced. But she decides not to press the issue after she sees the veiled look in Marinette’s eyes.
Summary: The reader meets Pietro for the first time and the night takes her places she never thought she’d go.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this Pietro drabble. Feedback is very welcome and appreciated! Thanks for all your support.
Your eyes fluttered open as you adjusted to your surroundings. You felt the fresh morning breeze blowing against the exposed skin on your arms which caused you to shiver. As you did you felt yourself being snuggled closer into his arms. The warmth of his embrace lulled you back to sleep.
In all honesty, if you went back, you would say yes all over again. He was gorgeous to say the least. His curly brown locks were what caught your attention, but his deep blue eyes were what kept you from looking away. Not to mention the charcoal suit that hugged his built figure.
When you first saw him you had a feeling that you’d known him for ages, even though that was the first time you’d met.
loved spending time with your boyfriend, Dean Winchester. Everything is still in that new phase, so
exciting. So after doing a lot of Dean’s
favorite things, you suggest your own day of fun. But claiming it sounds like a ‘girl’s day’,
he turns you down…which makes him feel awful later. But lucky you…he has a way to make it up to
That night started what had become a unique
tradition for you and Dean. Each month,
one of you would treat the other to some special night. The month after your girl’s day with Dean,
you convinced Sam to go out to a movie…and then sexied yourself up and gave
Baby a nice wash. Dean really enjoyed
that sight. The month after, Dean drove
you into town on a snowy afternoon and rented a horse drawn sleigh to take the
two of you around town. Then you took
him to a rock concert…and that went on for every month after.
You sat in the car, watching the trees go by as
Sam pulled up to the bunker. He was
acting fidgety as he said he needed to go into town for some supplies. All you could do was roll your eyes as you
recalled that night one year ago when Dean had surprised you with a girl’s
day. “Déjà vu, huh?”
You got out of the car and shot Sam a wink, making
him laugh. All he could do is shake his
head as he backed out of the garage, leaving you standing at the front door.
“Okay…if I remember, there should be some rose
petals…” You said out loud to yourself,
giggling when you opened the door to see the path of rose petals. “Dean Winchester, you romantic dork…”
You followed the petals, even though you knew
where it would take you. You pushed open
the door, expecting to see Dean relaxing against the tub, but instead, the room
was empty. It was still set up with
candles and rose petals and soft jazz, but no Dean. Instead, there was a note pinned to your robe
that was hanging on the door, next to a small platform where a small silver
bell sat. You felt your heart flutter as
you read the note.