OQ & CS & SWEN

Katniss was the living proof of how love can help you to heal and live your life. She was fucking addicted to morphing and wishing she was dead before Peeta was back and saved her from this nightmare. And you all will look me in the eyes and say you fucking wish him to be in that condition for the rest of his life, because he loved someone really hard once????????

Requested by  akira-uzumaki999 <3 Prompt: Hi! Can you have one where Draco is debating to flirt (or fighting over why he likes her) with Hufflepuff reader and in the end, Draco kisses her. Then they end up together

MASTERLIST.

Some drunk Slytherin students had bullied you into playing spin the bottle with them, one of those stupid muggle games, and despite your better judgement – you were actually enjoying yourself. Partying with Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s wasn’t exactly what Hufflepuf'fs were known for, but that doesn’t mean that didn’t happen. It happened a lot, actually, and if you didn’t have to study no bullying would be needed to make you join the silly game.

You sighed, an action he found cute, as your long fingers wrapped around the bottle and turned it to spin. This wasn’t your first time playing this game, he realized, and he didn’t like that one bit. He wasn’t sure why he payed so much attention to you – perhaps it was the magnetic (colour) irises that seemed so gentle and loving, or the (colour) hair which he couldn’t mistake for anyone else but you, or perhaps it was the delicate smile on your lips that you gave to everyone but him. Were you afraid of him? Naturally, he had a reputation of being an ‘Arrogant twat’, as Harry Potter would like to put it, but you have smiled at people worse than him.

Draco didn’t notice the bottle neck pointing at him at first, only when your eyes met his and he noticed glowing red cheeks did he finally turn away from you. A wolfish smirk tugged on his lips when you leaned in, carefully, as if still pondering whether should you move away or continue. He did the same, making sure to catch your gaze and lock it.  

Your breath hitched in your throat – those eyes! - your arm shivering as you leaned on it. It felt like the wold had stopped. The cheerful chatter around you mixed into an incoherent blur as the only thing important was him. His face drew closer as if in slow motion, hitting your nose with his scent as you greedily inhaled. His intense grey eyes went from yours to your lips in a matter of seconds and you gulped, feeling his breath fan your lips  before all the lights were sniffed out. The kiss was slow and steady, his lips gently moving next to your own in a rhythmic matter. He pulled away shortly after, leaving you dazed as you owlishly parted your big (colour) eyes to stare at him.

There it was, that wolfish smirk he threw at you so often but you never dared to acknowledge it. To your surprise he didn’t move away. The closeness was dizzying.

Unbeknown to you Draco spun the bottle again, sending one last darkened look your way before pulling away completely.

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Requested by  n-xphilim <3 I kinda re-made it a bit, haa…

Prompts: 

1. You were looking at each other in a way that was either filled with sexual tension, and/or hatred. 15. I hate you and you hate me, so why the hell do you make my stomach flutter?! 18. “Have you seen my-oh.” 25. “I don’t want her. I want you.” 

To say you hated him was an understatement – you couldn’t stand him. A fierce fired burned in the pit of your stomach each time you passed him, hatred filling your pores as you glared at him, and he – right back at you.

You and Draco Malfoy shared a mutual dislike for each other. Why? No one really knew.

Maybe because he was a complete twat and everyone seemed to be okay with that.

Maybe because you were a hot-headed Gryffindor Beater, known for her mischievous pranks with the Weasley twins and never ending obnoxious laughter.

You ate your supper, a frown gracing your face as you eyed Draco and his girlfriend, Pansy Bitchkinson. She was practically sitting on his lap, murmuring pet names or feeding his ego with whatever lie she could come up on the spot.

You would’ve happily thrown your fork at her face. You could’ve too.

And no, it wasn’t because you liked him. The idea actually made you sick. No, it was because you despised people like Pansy – all good, all perfect, all for Draco to enjoy-

His grey eyes seemed to get bored of staring at her chest, so they moved to sweep the hall, abruptly stopping on your own. Immediately, your stomach flip-flopped and you almost gasped. The look was one of a predator.

You glared at him, ashamed for your slip up which he surely noticed. A sly smirk grew on his face and you wished you could slap it right of.

Still watching your expression, Draco took Pansy’s hand, making her squeal in delight and press to him even more. His arm snaked around her waist, destroying the already non-existent gap between them.

You only narrowed your eyes. He was doing that on purpose. Why? To annoy you? Why would you get annoyed? You don’t care about him, and despite hating his guts you couldn’t care less who sat on his lap…

…If so, then why were your hands clenching your skirt so tightly that your knuckles were pale white?

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You didn’t really mind having class with the Slytherin students, mainly because you hardly paid attention to anyone out of that stupid house other than Draco Malfoy. And Harry Potter seemed to be the only one who understood that deep rooted hatred you had for him.

You promised to talk to Harry about this matter later, since you had to discuss some spells with professor Flitwick. You stayed in the Charms classroom for only a couple of minutes arranging extra lessons with your professor.

Saying thank you with a bright smile, you strolled to your bag, putting your books away. Only then did you notice the absence of your Beater badge. You blinked, your (colour) hues sweeping the table to see where it might’ve fallen.

You always carried your badge with you. It was the most prized possession you had.

You searched your bag, but it wasn’t there either.

Hearing footfalls come closer, you sighed.

“Hey, have you seen my-“ You turned around “Oh.” You voice and face fell flat as you eyed Draco warily “What do you want?”

With a smirk, he held up your badge and you stiffened. Your eyes shot from him to your most prized possession. You creased your brows.

“Why do you have it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He shrugged.

“It fell out your bag.” He told simply and you raised a confused brow.

“And why do you care?” You pestered.

“What makes you think I do?”

You scoffed.

“Give it back, Draco.” You extended your hand, waiting for him to put it in your palm. He seemed to think for a moment, and lastly his smile grew.

“No.” Was his answer.

“Then piss off.” You flared up, spinning on your heel and grabbing your bag. Hooking it on your shoulder, you turned and bumped into his chest.

He was standing close enough for you to feel his breath tickling your sensitive skin, your nostrils filling with his musky scent. You could see every small detail of his face- the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to stare into your own, the way his smirk twitched upwards, even the light sweat coating his skin.

You gulped, suddenly feeling a loss of words and that fiery attitude you always carried around with you. The scenery behind him faded, and right there and then you felt as if you were alone with him.

“Don’t you want it back?” His voice was practically a whisper in your ear.

“Keep it for all I care.” You growled, trying to keep your cool but the nervous blink you gave was a dead giveaway of how flustered you were.

He leaned out with a dry chuckle, pinning the stupid badge to your uniform. You stared at him, amazed.

Hello all! I’m not sure why, but Harry Potter always reminds me of Christmas… I’m posting this a bit late since I was celebrating for a long time, but now updates will be back to being daily! Yay!

 Anyway, I thought of this…Whatever this is…I’m thinking of maybe doing a series? What do you think? Let me know if you’d like more!

 Happy Holidays! <3

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Requested by anon <3

Prompt: 7.“You’re beautiful and sad…Just like your eyes.”

MASTERLIST.

You were the only Slytherin at the table who was a full Death Eater by year five, the burning mark on your wrist sometimes driving you absolutely mad. In the comfort of your bed or bathroom stall you’d stare at it for hours to no end, zoning out completely and wondering – why were you so easily swayed by your parents? Was it power you wished? Was it watching the world burn? Honestly, you weren’t sure yourself.

You hardly ever spoke – you really didn’t know what to say. Slytherins looked like children to you, so care-free and snobby – whilst you felt the whole weight of the world settled on your shoulders with each look you cast their way. You were not like them. You were a Death Eater, and if you lived long enough you were sure you’d see some of your piers by your side in a couple years’ time. But for now you were completely alone…

…And seen enough death than a child your age should.

The room you were in was dimly lit, some unclassified classroom in the dungeons Draco had asked you to see him in. You weren’t keen on fulfilling his request, but alas, due to the close relationship between your families you had to agree.

You watched him with a blank stare, holding your books loosely by your side and just looking plainly tired. He, however, was as stunning as ever – soft pale skin, intense grey eyes, perfectly styled bleach blond hair. Draco stood a whole head taller than you, eyeing you with interest.

First your face, then his interest gradually shifted to your covered wrist.

“For how long do you have it?” He asked, straight to the point. In reality, what did you expect? A love confession? You wouldn’t lie, you sort of hoped for the later one.

“Have what?” You asked flatly.

“The mark.”

“What mark?”

He frowned, disliking your fake answers.

“Don’t play games with me” he glared, taking a dangerous step forward as if to prove he was superior “I know you have the Dark Mark.” You stared at him for a moment, wondering how he found out. Deciding not to think too much of it, you shrugged.

“A year or two.” You answered, turning to leave “If that’s all, I have a Potions essay to finish-“

“Why did you get it?” He continued. You shrugged.

“Hell if I know” You mumbled, “Goodbye.” And you fully turned away, reaching for the door.

“Why don’t you ever talk?”

“I have nothing to say to the likes of you-“

“I can see it, you know” A smirk was heard in his voice, making you stop and curiously turn to him “You’re lonely.”

To say you were surprised wasn’t exactly true – anyone with enough time and effort could notice the absents of youthful joy in your eyes, or the longing glances you’d sometimes send to Pansy and her group of friends.

“Where are you getting at, Draco?” He could tell you weren’t impressed, and he didn’t like that. For a second he contemplated on what to say to catch you, to see a different expression other than boredom on your pretty face.

“You’re beautiful,” He said, making sure to hold your gaze. He saw the light sparkle in your hues, making his smirk widen “-but sad. Just like your eyes.”

You were quiet, and Draco was sure you’d finally crumble or at least blush.

“Is that all?” You asked, one carefully manicured brow raised. That threw him completely off “If so, goodnight, Draco.”

Yanking the door open you strolled out the classroom, leaving the stunned Slytherin Prince behind.

Requested by abbeyshadowhunter <3

Prompt: 2. “Please, I can’t be alone right now.” 4. “Did you ever love me?” 6. “Together?”

Dumbledore was that person in your life that could never be forgotten, who always made you laugh and always made you feel important. He was, to you, closer than any family you could ever have. Could’ve had.

“Please,” You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks “-I-I can’t be alone right now.”

He looked at you, a stoic expression on his face. You hiccupped, and finally he sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to his chest.

Your cries echoed in his ears, making his heart clench painfully. He tensed his jaw, grey eyes turning away to stare at anything but you.

There you were, crying your bloody eyes out and he couldn’t do anything about that. He had no idea how to stop the tears from falling out your beautiful (colour) pools, nor how should he make you and he feel just a bit better. Bitterness filled his mouth as you hiccupped again, frantically wiping the salty liquid away with your sleeve.

The warmth he provided was comforting, but not quite enough to fill the hole in your heart that his betrayal left. You wished he would say something. Anything. The silence was tearing you apart.

Alas, you couldn’t open your mouth to form a fluent sentence, and Draco wasn’t sure what he should say. He was afraid of making it worse; not knowing the fact that his silence was what was eating you away.

“D-…” You wheezed out, turning your red face to him. He saw the trails your tears left, how glossy your eyes were and how deep and rich the (colour) iris was. He noted your reddened and teeth marked lips, probably from biting them to stop the sobs “Did you ever even love me?” You choked out, another stream of salty tears pouring out your eyes like rain “Do the people I love mean nothing to you!?”

His eyes briefly shot away from your demanding ones to look at the Dark Mark on his wrist. Turning back to you, he gulped, his throat going dry.

“I did” He stressed “And I still do.”

“Then why?” Your voice became louder “Why-why did-you…you do it why?”

Again, his eyes flashed to the Dark Mark, his face turning into a grimace as his own tears threatened to escape.

“I had no choice.” He uttered out, his hold on you tightening. You bit your lip; suddenly your arms embraced him. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling. You vision blurred yet again, so shutting your eyes tightly you tried to somehow reassure him, but you weren’t so sure whether you could succeed or not.

“We’ll make it through this.” You heard his say through gritted teeth. “Together?”

A wave of nausea and grief washed over you, a new batch of tears pilling out.

“Together.” You mumbled into his neck.

PAIRING: sirius black x reader, onesided!remus x reader

premise: (name) (lastname) is the leader of a sneaky little poetry club by the name of ‘dead poets society’. remus brings in his best friend, sirius black, to one of their meetings. what sirius was supposed to do is help remus get (name)…not fall in love with her instead.

warnings: none!

a/n: based on the movie ‘Dead Poets Society’. kinda ties into my fics as movies. i told y’all that i’d do a harry potter fic for every era!!! so if anyone has any poetry recs - please send them my way. if you want to be tagged, drop an ask or a comment! lastly, feedback is always welcomed <3

MASTERLIST.

1. eye of the storm

“Please.”

“No.”

“Sirius, please, just…do this for me?”

“I’d love to, really, I would, but see I got this thing called Quidditch practice after those god forsaken classes are over, and I’m really no trying to fill my schedule by joining a sad group of misfits. You’re on your own, Remus.”

premise:  En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life] Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last… warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

young!tom riddle x reader

1. gloomy days follow 2. the prince in shinning armor 3. good intentions 4. a lesson in language 5. thorns 6. amortentia 7. tom’s confession 8. train ride home 9. rot 10. the crimson curtain/odette

[this series is finished]

Requested by @heddagab