elegant black ball gown

Hogwarts Yule Ball

Happiest of Birthdays to Mere aka @goodqueenalys 

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. 

the night patrol, chapter three

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)

previous chapters: 1, 2

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!

AO3 | Fanfiction


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 when?!”

“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.

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Girl’s Day (Part 3)

Title: Girl’s Day

 Summary: You 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 you.  

 Warnings: fluffy fluff. Slight language.

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Part 1, Part 2

Part 3 

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.

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Warm Embrace

Originally posted by fairiedepp

Pairing: Pietro x Female Reader

Warnings: none really

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.

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