A Flower, Neville Longbottom X Fem. Reader

And so the poll results are in! Despite the winner, I'm still gonna end up posting female reader fics without them being requested. But that does not mean I won't write any male or gender neutral reader fics!

I am more than willing and going to write stories for all readers to enjoy. But unfortunately with the way I've come to see the algorithm work, female reader fics do significantly better than any others. It's unfortunate, but sadly the only way I know to help my account grow without buying the growth.

I'm so sorry to disappoint some of you. Please don't be discouraged by any future posts.

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I will do:

• Fluff

• Angst

• Romance

• Comfort / reverse comfort

• Sad endings

• NSFW

I will not do:

• Gore

• Harem / poly

• Gross kinks (piss, scat, ect..)

Fandoms I write for:

• Harry Potter

• Once Upon A Time

• The Flash

• Resident Alien

• Good Omens

• MCU

•DCU

And more! If there's anything not on here that you'd like to see don't hesitate to ask about it. I always put my request first so they come out before my own inspired works

Extra:

• Fem. = Female reader

• Y/N = Your name

• G/N = Gender neutral reader

• A/N = Author's note

• E/C = Your eye color

• H/C = Your hair color

First Time, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

Your boyfriend wants to give you his virginity!

A/N: The following includes praise, p in v, and foreplay.

Enjoy!

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He wasn't sure what got him here. Maybe it was his hormones. Maybe it was just how pretty you were. Or how safe you made him feel when it came to the uncomfortable stuff. Everything actually, not just the uncomfortable stuff. But, whatever it was, it landed him here. Standing in front of you with a red face, tight trousers, and unbelievably nervously. He'd never had sex before, but he wasn't clueless about it. At least not entirely. With virginity comes some ignorance. Meanwhile, you're sat on your bed looking up at him dumbfounded. Did he really just ask you if you'd be okay with having sex with him? He couldn't read your expression, and he didn't like it.

You blink once, completely dumbfounded. "I.. Okay. Yeah" Your willingness to comply made some of his nerves fade, but certainly not all of them. He nods awkwardly before responding. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured or anything.." You look up at him quizzically, then letting out a soft scoff and shake your head lightly. "Yes, I'm sure. No pressure, I doubt you even have the heart do something like that Nev." He gives a small, awkward nod. You smack your lips lightly before standing up and stepping close to him. "I suppose we should start off slow, shouldn't we?" His eyes widen at your sudden proximity, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

"Yeah, yeah. Slow.." He stammers out, raising his hands for a split second before lowering them quickly. He wanted to touch you, hold you, something. But he wasn't sure if that was too fast or not. Especially since you were doing this on his account. Your arms encircle his neck as you press your body to his. His breath hitched at the action and he went rigid momentarily. After another moment of hesitation, his hands came up to gently hold your hips. Your lips meet. At first he's shy, but it doesn't take long for him to try and reciprocate what you're doing. His lips are against yours, and hard. Firmly, nearly bruising. Though, after slowing down and following your lead, it gets better. Soft, and gentle. Sweet, like candy.

His lips feel antagonizingly good against your own. Without realizing it, you've moved to the bed. He's sitting on it, and you're straddling his lap. You don't fully register it, you chose not to. It was better not to ruin the moment. Your hands find their way into his hair, running through it, gripping it. You run your tongue along his bottom lip. A small groan sounds from him as your tongue finally meets his. He was quick to part his lips for you, eager for more. To learn and feel. There's a shift in position again. He's gotten a bit bolder, more comfortable in this mess of your lips. You're pressed up against the headboard and he's on top of you. Words can't begin to describe how warm your body feels beneath him. How good, how right.

Before you knew it, your lips found their way to the corner of his mouth. Kissing hungrily along his jaw then to his neck. When you found his throat, the kisses turned into more. Sucking tenderly on his skin, leaving a trail of dark blossoming hickeys down his neck. For each one you gave, he let out a series of whines and gasps. Such beautiful, needy sounds that spread warm goosebumps across your skin. You're completely enthralled with how vocal he is. How unashamed he is with the pleasure you're bringing him. You try to return your lips to his, but he's quick to mirror your actions. Kissing your jaw and neck, sucking marks into your flesh. Your hands find his hair again, messing it up further. Pulling him in, greedy for more of his attention.

He smells good. Like the greenhouses and shampoo. Heady. It's practically pheromones to you, making you want to drink him in until nothing is left. Unable to take it anymore, your hands find his face and tear him away from your throat. Before he could react, your lips are on his again. Deeply, passionately, hungrily. He reciprocates your kisses with equal ferver. With a puff of air from both of you, you roll over on top of him. His large hands return to your waist and his fingers slide beneath the fabric of your shirt. At some point you break away for air, your breath no better then trembling gasps. His eyes are blown and his hair is a disaster. Not to mention his heavily flushed cheeks. You imagine you probably don't look much different.

You're straddling him now, just barely hovering above the painfully large tent in his trousers. "Okay.." you let out an exhale, "You've got me worked up now". He swallows thickly as your words sink in, and all he can do is nod at first. His eyes widen as your hands find the zipper of his jumper and yank it down. His chest is heaving by now, and multiple anxieties flood him as you fumble fast hands to unbutton his shirt. He knew he was far from lean, and wasn't overly fond of his chubbiness. Once the fabric was open, your hands slip beneath it and slide it open slowly. Wide eyes marvel at his bare torso, and he swallows nervously. "Beautiful.." You mumble breathlessly, causing Neville to doubt his hearing for a split second.

Before he could voice his doubt, you're already pushing the shirt to his shoulders and pulling it off his arms. "Your turn" you state bluntly, making his eyes widen in horror. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. After the tiniest bit of hesitation his hands grip the hem of your shirt and pull it off over your head. He sets the article aside, marveling at the sight of your bra. You keep your arms raised above your head, silently ushering him to take it off you. He reaches behind you, your faces coming in dangerously close proximity as he does. He fumbles a bit, but gets the bra unhooked. You lower your arms and shrug the piece off, then simply tossing it aside. He raises his hands, hovering them just above your breasts. His eyes flicker up to your face, hesitancy written all over his expression. "Can I touch you..?"

"As much as you want" His eyes wander back down to your chest as his hands make contact with your bare skin. He cups your breasts gently, his thumbs gently brushing over your nipples and watching as they harden. A small flicker of hesitation crosses him before he just gives into his intrusive thought. His lips make contact with one of your breasts. He trails soft kisses over it, stopping when he reaches your nipple. "I didn't tell you that you had to stop" His eyes instantly flick up to your face, surprise etched all over his own. "This is a part of the act, y'know. Exploring the other persons body. Finding out what they like." He nods before leaning back in and pressing a kiss to your nipple. It sent pleasant sparks through your body, directly between your legs.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" He asks softly. A small exhale comes from your parted lips. "Yeah.. Yeah, it feels good" Upon your confirmation, he makes up his mind about what to do next. He takes the bud into his mouth and suckles gently. A sharp gasp comes from you at the feeling, your arms instantly going around his shoulders. His mouth was warm and wet. With each suck he gave, a pulse went through your body. A throb of pleasure that only added to the growing wetness between your legs. He pulls away after a few moments, he pulls away and looks up at you almost expectantly. "Was that alright..?" You blink. "Yeah, yes. Definitely. More than alright. That was- Yeah" Although your response mildly confused him, he took it as a good thing. "What next?" His voice is unbelievably soft as he speaks. Unriddled with vulnerability.

"I guess we should.." You exhale, your chest heaving as you did "take off the rest of our clothes" His eyes widen momentarily before he agrees. You slide yourself down his lap a bit to reach his waist. He leans back against the headboard of the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you unbuckle his belt. His member was painfully hard inside his trousers, creating a large bulge. He swallows thickly once you get his trousers undone. Part of him had doubted it'd actually go this far. Yet here you were. He lifts his hips, making it easier for you to pull his trousers and briefs down his legs. Another wave of heat washes over you at the sight of his bare body. The look on your face kind of scared Neville. "You're staring.." He points out awkwardly, snapping you out of your daze.

"I know I am" Without wasting anymore time, you quickly shed yourself of your bottoms. "Do you want to be on top or bottom?" The question instantly flustered him and he stammers a bit before giving a proper answer. "Which do you want?" You pause momentarily. Guy on top was traditional, first time wise anyway. "You on top" He nods meekly and then you very awkwardly switch places. He stared down at you with nervous eyes. You part your legs for him and he swallows thickly, his cheeks growing impossibly red. Hesitation was written into his body language. His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he contemplates what to do now. After a moment, he moves closer between your legs as he grabs ahold of his length with one hand.

"Is there somewhere I'm supposed to touch first..?" You nod. "Yeah, the top" He swallows again. Gently, he guides himself to press his tip to your aching clit. You gasp softly, which quickly turns into a low hum as he rubs himself in small circles against you. He let out a small whimper at the feeling. His tip was sensitive and you were so slick.. His body trembled lightly at the unfamiliar pleasure. A few circles later, he moved to press his tip to your throbbing entrance. "Here?" His voice trembled as he spoke. Upon your confirmation, he exhaled shakily. "Can I start..?" His eyes held a look of desperation, and his breathing was far from even. "Please" You voice comes out a whisper that only sent more shivers down Neville's spine. Slowly, he began to push into you. As he does, he lets out a needy whine with his face contorting in pleasure.

Once he's sheathed inside you he pauses, a weak whimper leaving him. He takes a few moments before slowly starting to move his hips. With each gentle thrust he gave, he let out a small whimper or moan. He was a bit tense at first, but seemed to relax easily. His movements became more comfortable, though he was far from rough. His eyes were dark if open at all. So completely unashamedly vocal. Still, not loud enough for to be heard outside the room. You too, let out a chain of your own sighs and noises. They only spurred him on further. After a few minutes his hips suddenly jerked uncontrollably, like he was trying to push deeper into you. His face contorted heavily in pleasure and a small cry left his lips.

It was a sound you definitely couldn't see getting old. Very gently, he pulled out with a weak whine. "Was I okay..?" He questioned through panting breaths. "Yeah.." You manage to respond a few seconds later. He felt like melting. Or as if he legs had suddenly become jelly. Despite it though, he managed to lean down and press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Fake, Barty Crouch Jr x Fem. Reader

You walk into Professor Moody's class only to find another man there. What happens next?

A/N: The following below is nsfw, teacher × student. The reader is set to be 17 and a seventh year, so legal within the Wizarding World.

Enjoy!

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You should have knocked. Came at a different time. Another day. Anything but just walk straight into his office. You were going to see Professor Moody to ask a question. A question in which you couldn't even recall now. When you had walked into Moody's office, he wasn't sitting there. Instead, there was a dirty looking man with somewhat greasy brown hair. He'd been sitting lazily on the sofa against the wall with wand in hand when you had barged in. Any words you had intended on saying died in your throat when your eyes landed on the man. His head perked up at the sound of the door opening, and for a moment your eyes locked. Instantly, you knew something was very wrong. That you shouldn't be there. Quickly as you could muster, you spun around on your heels and attempted to flee the office.

To no avail, since the door slammed shut in your face. It locked just as quickly as it closed. Ice cold fear trickled down your spine. The kind you'd get as a little kid when faced with your worst fear. A small strained groan came from the man behind you as he stood up. "It's a shame really," He spoke slowly "I was hoping to not have to kill any students just yet. Seems lady luck has yet again over-looked me." Calculated and heavy footsteps drew close to you. One by one. Like a predator stalking its prey. Until they stopped just behind you. You could practically feel how close he was. A breathy chuckle left the man. Very hesitantly and very slowly, you turned around to face him. Your head was down and your gaze glued to the floor. There was hardly any space between the two of you.

"Oh, a (house name)?" He cooed curiously after taking a glance at the crest embroidered into your robes. He placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to get a good look at your face. Your eyes lock again. A wicked grin formed across his features, and his tongue flicked out of the corner of his mouth. Like a snakes would. "Miss Y/L/N, what a surprise. I would have thought you have better manners than to just walk right into a room without knocking" He lifts his wand up and drags the tip of it along your jaw, his tongue flicking out a few more times as he did. "What to do with you now is the question.." As he spoke, he ran the tip of his wand down your neck. Your eyes follow his movements as best they could. It took you a moment to realize who this man was. But sure enough when you did, that fear you felt upped by at least ten.

He was Bartemius Crouch Jr. You'd read about him in some old news letters before. "I could torture you, or just kill you right out" Internal panic had set in, and you needed to find a way out of this situation and quick. "Neither" You manage to croak out. "Oh? And what do you suppose I do instead? Surely I can't just let you go" Your eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for some sort of escape. There was none. You needed a distraction or something. "Why.. Hurt me, when you can do much more.. Pleasurable, things to me?" You tried not to sound scared, but you couldn't help the tremble in your voice. His eyes widen with only what you could describe as sadistic intrigue.

"Oh naughty girl" His tongue flicked out once more as he took a step closer. Immediately, you took one back and only pressed yourself to the door. He slipped his wand into his pocket and used that same hand to cup the underside of your jaw; keeping you looking up at him. The touch of his warm and large calloused hands sent a spark throughout your body. "Perhaps I should" Admittedly, he was attractive. So up close and personal, you could see every one of his features. He was dirty, gross, but oddly hot. Very hot. "I think I like me a bad girl" As he spoke, his voice dropped to that of a sultry whisper. Meanwhile his thumb lightly stroked over your cheek. "I think the bad girl likes you" The moment those words left your mouth, his lips were on yours.

Your eyes go wide and a strangled noise leaves you. Though, that initial shock disappeared rather quickly as your eyes flutter shut and you return the heated kiss. His large hands move to your body, touching it eagerly. One goes to your breasts and kneads at it. While the other finds your waist and holds you close to him. He presses his hips to yours, grinding the tent in his trousers against you. He tore his lips away from yours and began to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. As he did, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you up against the door. "And does the naughty girl like this?" He murmurs as he grinds his hips against yours.

A low chuckle came from the back of his throat at the gasp you gave in response. "How cute, she does" His crotch presses firmly into yours, rocking at teasing pace. A small whimper leaves your lips before you could stop it. That friction felt fantastic against your wet core. Suddenly his arms are tight around you and moving you to a wall rather than the door. You instantly cling to him out of fear, egging on a sadistic chuckle from him. "Poor thing" He coos mockingly, one of his hands moving from your body to unfasten his trousers. He let out a low whine at the feeling of his hard length being freed from the tight restraints that were his bottoms.

The noise he let out went straight to your core, only adding to the blossoming feeling there. That same hand he used to free himself went to the apex of your thighs, stroking you slowly through your knickers. He smirks at how soaked your knickers are, then leaning his face into your neck. "So wet, practically running like a tap" His tone his teasing and sultry. He pulled the fabric aside, lining himself up to your entrance. "Last chance to back out, naughty girl." Though your body trembled and your eyes were blown, you managed to shake your head. "No, please, keep going" You croak out, sounding just as pathetic as you looked. He grinned then pressed himself to your entrance. His hips jerked, though he didn't enter you. He chuckled slightly in amusement. Teasing you was fun and thoroughly amusing.

The way you whined and made needy faces. It made him more excited. After teasing you for a few more short moments, he slowly started to push into your welcoming core. "Bollocks, that's good.." His voice came out a low murmur as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips steadily rocked, sliding in and out of you with slick ease. He let out low whines and breathy groans every so often. His length pushed deep and massaged your most sensitive flesh. Progressively, his movement picked up in pace and force. Holding for a while before doubling on itself before he was bucking up into you desperately. He'd since buried his face into your neck, breathing heavily into your skin. His noises got more frequent, mingling with his body twitching.

His voice was like honey in your ears. Oozing down through your body and filling your lower abdomen. Warming hotter and hotter until it finally reached its boiling point. Spilling over and dripping down his length. The clench your body gave around him as you found your release triggered his own. His hips bucked in a pathetic and desperate manner as he finally came with a breathy whine. Steadily slowing down thereafter, both of you breathed heavily. Uneven, gasping breaths. His body went slack against yours, pressing you firmly to the wall. He gave a strangled grunt at he pulled out. After, his head lolled back from your neck, a weak and tooth grin plastered on his face. His tongue again flicked out before he spoke.

"I think I'll make you my plaything now"

(First off, is your pfp Scara Screams from Monster High? LOVE that) also, I think you’re an incredible writer!! Could I request a one shot where Draco proposes to reader in a private setting? Thanks!! <3

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Alone, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Draco has been acting strange lately. Find out why.

Enjoy!

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Being with Draco over the last handful of years had its ups and downs. One of those ups was that you'd gotten to know the version of him that was masked behind pride and heartache during your years at school together. One of those downs, on the other hand, was that he could be secretive at times. You didn't hold it against him, not by any means. You knew by now that he was traumatized. So you tried hard not to hold it against him. But at times, it got hard not to assume the worst when he got like that. Avoidant and skiddish. Always on edge and suspicious of everything. He'd been in one of these episodes for a few weeks now.

Of course you'd attempted to talk to him, give any sort of comfort. To no avail, unfortunately. He'd sort of just push you away or say he was fine. Like that was on any level believable. There was a few things that he did that stood out more than others. He'd gone to Diagon Alley without you. Which, would be fine. He's allowed to go places without you. What was odd about it was that he didn't tell you that he was going. And didn't tell you why he went either. But, you let it go. Verbally. He doesn't have to tell you every little thing. Your house elf told you after that interaction that he had taken out a generous amount of money from his vault. That was odd too. Normally he told you when he did stuff like that.

He'd also been staring at your left hand a lot. That bit wasn't all the odd, and maybe you were just overing thinking it. But given his behavior as of late, who could blame you? He'd been hauled up in his study a lot too. From the sounds of it, not doing anything in particularly. The two of you had been living together for some time now, and he often worked in his study. If he wasn't with you, at the Ministry, or dealing with family affairs, then he was in his study. At some point during this episode of his, you'd walked into his study without knocking. He was sat as his desk and looking at something between his fingers rather intensely. Though the second you walked in he panicked and shoved whatever it was he was looking at into a drawer. So you didn't get a look at what he was holding.

As of right now, the two of you were at the manor. He was hosting this huge annual spring party for the Ministry. It was late. Draco had been socializing and putting on his aristocrat face for the whole party. It was late, and you were ready for him to just go back to normal already. No more upper class fake-face, no more paranoia. Just.. Him. Draco. The love of your life. After a tiring conversation with some older woman, you decided you needed some fresh air. You politely excused yourself and awkwardly shuffled about the crowded manor out to the terrace-landing that overlooked the gardens. You let out a heavy sigh and places you hands on the railing. Was this ever going to end? Between this draining party and Draco.. You could feel your own mental state beginning to deteriorate.

You stare out at the gardens. They were beautiful. Large and illuminated by all the lanterns scattered throughout them. That combined with the stary sky made a sight to beheld. Draco, who had seen you going outside quickly felt worry. He politely, but hurriedly excused himself from the conversation he was having and darted outside. He spotted you on the landing at the foot of the staircase he stood before. He did a quick check for something in the pocket of his trousers. After confirming whatever it was hadn't fallen from his pocket, he silently descended the stairs to the terrace-landing. Before a moment of hesitation, he placed a hand on your waist.

You took in a sharp inhale and placed a hand over your heart as your head snapped to the side to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh Merlin Draco.." You exhale, relaxing upon realizing it was only him. Your reaction had surprised him, and he gently rubs your side once you calm. "Sorry love, didn't mean to give you such a fright" You sigh softly and shake your head lightly. "No, it's alright. I was just.. Spaced out I guess" He studies you for a moment before nodding. There's a small period of silence between the two of you as you both look over the garden. You take a glance at his still hand on your waist and smile faintly. Maybe your wishes were coming true.

Just as you go to rest your head on his shoulder, he breaks the silence. "Fancy a walk?" You pause and think over his offer before nodding. "Yes, a walk sounds nice" And with that, he locks arms with you. You walk in pace with him down the stairs and through the gardens. There wasn't anymore words exchanged during this walk. Only thoughts that you both kept to yourself. For the most part, you had spaced out. Draco on the other hand, was panicking inside. All of his strange behavior over the last three weeks had lead up to this very moment. Was it going to be wonderful like in books? Or every possible horrid outcome he'd been imagining? He didn't know, but if he fell through, he would soon.

The two of you reach the grand foundation that sat in the middle of the gardens. It was beautiful and huge, splaying out pretty streams of clean water. Under the glow of the moonlight, the water seemed to be liquid crystal. He walked you around to the far side of the fountain, hiding you from any possible eyes by the manor. He suddenly stopped and unlinked his arm from yours. You gave him a puzzled look as he stood directly in font of you and took your hands in his own. "Do you trust me?" He questions, only confusing you more. "What? What kind of question is that? Yes, of course I trust you" He gives a firm nod at your response, "Close your eyes for me. Don't ask me why or refuse, just do it. Okay?"

Every single one of your senses was telling you to do the opposite of what he just told you to do. Despite yourself, you comply anyway. With a small huff, you close your eyes. His hands slowly pull away from yours. You try to make out what he's doing by sound, but anything he does is masked by the running water beside you. He takes in a deep breath. "Okay.. Open them" A gasp leaves you the second your eyes land on him. He's down on one knee, holding out a ring box. "Y/N," He opens the box, revealing a very pretty silver ring with a heart shaped emerald on it. "Will you marry me?" Your eyes, wide as they could get started to well with tears. You place one hand over your mouth, hiding how agape it was.

He couldn't read your reaction very well, and his facial expression changes slightly. A large smile then begins to form on your lips and you nod. "Really?" He asks in disbelief, a smile of his own threatening to come out. "Yes" You gasp out, tears beginning to fall. Instantly, he springs to his feet and pulls you into a tight hug. He lifts your feet of the ground and spins, earning a squeal from him. This was probably the happiest you'd ever seen him. Slowly, he stopped spinning and the two of you stare into each other's eyes. His grey ones are soft, holding a tender gaze. They flutter shut as he presses a kiss to your lips, gently setting you down as he does. Slowly, he drops down to one knee again and takes your left hand in his.

And with that, he slips the ring upon your finger.

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Again, Anthony J. Crowley x Male Reader

Another life.

A/N: This is an angst post, so no happy ending. Sorry not sorry (⌒‐⌒)

Enjoy!

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It was never meant to turn out this way. Hell thought it was a grand idea. He'd tricked a human into falling in love with him. It was brilliant and got another soul downstairs! Only, he hadn't tricked you into anything. He'd actually fallen in love with you too. With you as a demon, despite how much he thought you deserved better, meant you could always be together. And then Heaven intervened. An angel had caught wind of this whole ordeal and got angry. That was a low blow, even for a demon. So even in eternal damnation, Crowley was punished once more.

The angle cast the 'gift' of infinite reincarnation upon you. It would be great, if only you kept your memories. But you didn't. Each new life you were born into was just that. New. But that wasn't the worst part. Not for poor Crowley. His punishment that tied into this was that in each new life of yours, you'd meet again. And each and every time, you'd fall in love with him. And each and every time, he got to watch your death. It was horrible. In his opinion, this was worse than you ever getting sent to hell. Like this, you never got to rest or reflect. It was just life, over and over again. A never ending cycle that you didn't deserve.

He blamed himself. He tried countless times to make a miracle of his own to save you from this punishment. But nothing ever worked. Once, he tried to go to Aziraphale for help. To no avail of course. He expected as such though. At some point, he attempted to make you hate him. Or pretend to hate you. So that you'd just leave him alone for the rest of whatever lifespan you had. That worked a few times. The guilt he felt afterwards never went away. His heart lurched at every reincarnation of yours he met. Your age and gender varried from time to time. How old you were when you met him. Sometimes you were just a kid who bumped into him by accident. Sometimes you were an elder who needed his help crossing the street soundly.

Man or woman, it was always you. Unmistakably, you. Your name never changed. Or that look in your eyes you got each time you fell in love with him. He'd lost count of how many times you were reborn by now. For while, he did keep track. But that only added to the pain, so he stopped. Somewhere along the lines he tried to go to his head office about all of this. As a desperate final attempt to put this to a stop. His plea was that with you stuck in eternal life, you could never come join Hell. Sure, it convinced them. Mostly. Not a whole lot of the Dark Council cared all that much. He made a fair point, but whatever they tried didn't work either.

You were the reason he hated the 14th century. Because that was when you met him for the first time. The first time you fell in love with each other. He hated thinking about it. About you. How if he had just left you alone, then you would have never been subjected to this cycle. And neither would he. It started again today. You met him. It was the usual age, the same as the very first time you met. You were male, too. Just like the first time. This time though, was when of the few that he saw you first. That should have given him the opportunity to run away, or miracle you to a different location. Something, anything. But he didn't. He froze in his place. It had been over twenty years since he last saw you.

You were just as handsome as you'd always been. And you staring at his Bentley. On the sidewalk with a look of awe upon your face. Like you'd never seen a vintage car before. Or you were happy to see another. For a split second, everything around you turned white. You stayed same, and you looked just as you did back in the fourteenth century. With a blink, the world returned to normal. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. As if he may throw up or like he'd been dammed again. He'd long forgotten what he was going to his car for in the first place. His plans or general train of thought completely vanished. He couldn't do this. Not another life. Not for the umpteenth time.

Somehow though, his feet miraculously began to move. In his usual sassy saunter, he approached the car. "Can I help you?" He spoke rather dryly, holding a dull expression behind his sunglasses. He startled you a bit, and you quickly snap your head to the side to look at him. A big, but awkward smile pulled on your lips. "Oh, uhm! Sorry, is this your car?" He lazily quirked an eyebrow as you pointed at the Bentley, as if it weren't obvious enough which car you were talking about. "'Tis. Why?" He questions as he tilts his head back slightly. As stoic and irritated as he may seem, on the inside he was truly hurting. Screaming, crying, getting so worked up that lightening struck him.

You gaze returned to the car, your smile turning softer and more genuine. "That's so cool. I love vintage cars. I didn't think anyone in London actually drove them anymore" A tiny scoff of what could have been amusement escaped him. You never failed to make him fall just a little deeper in love with every interaction you had. Even if you never remember it. He did, that's what mattered. "Oh sorry, how impolite of me," your gaze returns to him "I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Mr...?" You trail off, waiting for him to finish the sentence for you.

"Crowley."

In The Next Life, Mobius x Fem. Reader

This was more painful than he anticipated

A/N: Might make a pt. 2 if this does well (^-^) I'm gonna try to make this a medium-burn if I do continue this. Let me know your thoughts

Enjoy!

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Things at the TVA were a disaster. Loki was running around saying everyone who worked here were all variants with their memories wiped. He wanted to believe he friend, he really did. But it was hard. He recognized that the TVA had its flaws, definitely. The more he thought it over, it made sense. He tired to ignore the blazing proof smacking him in the face. And he tried hard. There were other things troubling him too. Not long ago, you had gotten pruned.

You had been a close friend and co-worker to him for as long as he could remember. For all he could remember in fact. Your desks were side by side and you worked every task together. There was an unspoken romance that lay strong between the two of you. Anyone could see it, and all of your co-workers knew you had feelings for each other. He knew it. But, you unfortunately believed Loki when he claimed that you were all variants.

Judge Renslayer didn't take it lightly. She already didn't like you for reasons he wasn't entirely sure of. Your siding with Loki happened to be the last straw. And so you were pruned. It broke his heart. Shattered it over and over again until nothing left was but dust. Another chaotic day came. Or hour, he couldn't tell. Time was practically nonexistent in the TVA as he worked an endless shift. Another court case needed to be done. He didn't trust Renslayer's judgment as of late.

So, in a desperate act to get to you before her, he dashed to his cubicle from wherever he was before. The file for the variant was already on his desk. But time was short, and he didn't have time to read it over. He crammed it all on to a clipboard and dashed toward the courtroom. His rushed and heavy footsteps echoed through the mostly empty, cold cement halls of his office space. A few other agents he had to shove past, but he tried to through polite apologies their way. Running through the courtroom, he burst into the waiting room where the variant stood.

Then his eyes landed on her. The variant. You. He felt his heart drop to the lowest pit of his stomach. This wasn't possible. He watched you get pruned. "Agent Calder." He blurted out breathlessly. Watching the strange man throw himself into the waiting area was odd enough as is, but the way he looked you.. It made a twinge of discomfort spark. "I'm sorry?" You responded, unsure of whatever that name he just called you was supposed to mean. He blinks, his gaze then snapping through the file on his clipboard. His fingers fumbled in a panic through the papers.

"Uhh-hahaha. Sorry" He smiles awkwardly, shooting you a brief apologetic glance. His eyes skimmed over the print parchment desperately. Y/N M/N L/N. He looks back up at you, lowering his clipboard. "You just look like someone I know, Ms L/N" He awkwardly shuffles over to you, holding out a hand for you to shake. Reluctantly, you take it and give a small shake.

"Riiight.. And who are you?"

"I'm Mobius. Think of me as your lawyer"

"Lawyer. Okay"

Just then, your ticket number got called. Dread washed over him like a violent typhoon. You pull your hand away, weirded out by the fact that he hadn't let go even after the shake was well and over. He falters, his head snapping between you and the worker in the booth. He holds a finger up. "I have to go in the courtroom, I will see you in a second, yeah?" Your lips press into a thin, uncomfortable line and you give him one firm nod.

He reluctantly stepped into the courtroom while you gave your ticket to the booth man. Immediately, Renslayer's gaze fell on him. Her brow furrowed and she shot up from her chair.

"No, absolutely not!"

She pointed to the door that led back into the rest of the TVA building.

"I specifically said I do not want Mobius here! Literally any other analyzer! How hard is that?!"

Sounded the judge at B-15. B-15 only shrugged in response. Renslayer sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Somebody please go get another analyzer"

"Ah-hah. Didn't want me here? It's them R-"

Mobius is cut off by the sound of the doors opening. He turns around, his eyes instantly locking with you. The tension in the room was palpable. Your shrink in on yourself a bit. Renslayer groans, to which Mobuis takes as an opportunity to slip into one of the benches. You're escorted to the podium, if it could be called that. More like shoved into it. You stumble a bit and shoot a glare to the minuteman who did it.

"L/N. Variant Y777NN. AKA: Y/N L/N,"

Renslayer announces in a somewhat strained but monotonic way,

"Is charged with sequence violation 72089. How do you plead?"

Her gaze is scrutinizing. As if she were judging you for something you weren't even aware you did. Hatred shone in her cold eyes. You could feel all eyes on you. The two minutemen, and Mobuis. His gaze although behind you, was pained and yearning. Loki's theory was suddenly so very, very and blaringly true. Utterly real on every level. "Uhm.. Innocent? Look, I watched your little timeline lesson. But I just don't get it. You're convicting me of a crime I'm wasn't even aware I committed? Let alone to a law that literally nobody but you guys know about? That's plain tyranny. Subjecting all of the universe to a clown house. What is wrong with you people?"

Mobuis stifles out a laugh. That was such a.. You, thing to say. Renslayer feined being unfazed, but her eye twitched.

"So you admit you committed the crime?"

"WHAT?!"

You slam your manacled hands down on the rim of the podium. Renslayer banged her gavel three times, ending the trial.

"She pleads guilty, prune her"

Feeling conflicted about pruning the very obvious Variant of her friend's former partner, B-15 turned her pruning device on and began to approach you. Panic set in, but just as you opened your mouth to protest: Mobuis sprang up from his seat and shuffled hurriedly to the bench.

"No, absolutely not! Mobius, I didn't even want you on this case in the first place!"

"Listen, please. Look at her. There is no way that isn't a variant of her. Maybe Loki was right about the-"

"Oh spare me Mobius! You know very well that doppelgangers exist. She is exactly that! A doppelganger to Calder. They don't even have the same name"

"Fine, okay. Let's say you're right, she's not a variant of Calder. Then she deserves a chance with me. I know you're not very fond of Loki.. Buuut he's made some major improvements and helped out a lot around here. Please"

"Then you should know that all I want to do is help the TVA. C'mon, one small drizzle doesn't promise a storm"

"No. You're only favoring her because she looks like her. I know you Mobius"

Renslayer pauses. She knew better than to let personal bias to get in the way of her position as a judge. She had worked so damn hard to get to this point.. But when it came to Mobius, she just couldn't help herself. She growls, pinching the bridge of her nose again. "Fine. One, and I mean one! One slip up and she pruned. Got it?" Mobius let out a triumphant laugh, pumping his first. He claps, then pointing at the high strung woman above him. "I won't let you down!" He turns to you, making a hand motion for you to follow him. "C'mon, we've got to have a talk"

Your mind was a swirl of confusion. Who was his Calder person they were talking about? And were you or were you not a variant of them? It didn't make sense. Calder certainly wasn't your name. You start to follow Mobius out of the courtroom. You were surprised by the fact that the bitchy judge let you go alone. But, with the same luck you'd had all day, she signaled for the two minutemen to follow. Immediately, they came to either of your sides and took a firm hold of your arms. Wonderful. Despite himself, Mobius didn't speak to you.

All that joy he felt in the courtroom had been sucked out of him in a split second. Normally he was so chatty and sarcastic. But with you? He couldn't muster. You even walked the same way. He would recognize the pace and weight of those steps in the busiest mall in all of the infinite timeliness. He glanced back at you and felt unbearable sorrow. He forces a smile at you before returning his gaze ahead. Unaware of his feelings, you looked around as you walked. This place was huge! And the veiw outside the balconied halls was absolutely stunning.

It almost felt like you were dreaming. The sight was very surreal. This whole experience was. When the two of you reached the time theater, he held the door open for you. The act itself was gentlemanly. All save for the way he hung his head so low. What was up with this guy? You hadn't done anything to him. Except for look like someone named Calder. Apparently. You entered and looked around. The room had the same orange and grey color scheme as the rest of this place. It was so empty though. Taking the obvious hint, you go and sit at the small table in the dead center of the room.

The door shut right after, and Mobuis let out a sigh of what sounded like relief while you examined the contents of the table. A little orange tv thing? Two sodas from a brand you definitely didn't recognize and then Mobius' clipboard as he set it down. You look up at him as he sat. He had forced himself to be normal. Casual. If he scared you off then he'd just be hurting himself and the way Renslayer viewed him. That was the last thing he needed. "Drink? Go ahead and have one" He offers, taking one of the two aluminum cans and thumbing it open. Your brow furrows.

"What flavor is it?" You question tepidly. His own brow raises at your question, pausing his hold of the can to his lips. Nobody had ever asked him that before. Normally they refused the soda all together. "Lemon lime?" You hum in thought before very suspiciously taking the offered beverage. "Thanks.. I guess. So uhm," You thumb the can open. It cracked loudly, the snapping sound echoing off the thick cement walls. "What is this room?"

"Ah, I'm glad you asked. This," He states after stipping the soda, began to mess with the keys to the little tv. Or was it a computer? "It's a time theater. I use this projector to show you your timeline"

"My timeline? I don't get it," You take a drink of the soda, "What's the point if I've already lived through it all?"

"Actually, you haven't. In creating that nexus event, you threw off your entire timeline. So what was prewritten, never happened. There is plenty you didn't live through"

"Okay okay, pause." You put your hand up, giving Mobius a discerning look. "I don't understand what made what I did so wrong. Because last I checked, I was doing the right thing. You guys.. You droned in on something pretty serious." Your voice hushed at the last bit, pain showing through your words. He looks thoroughly intrigued by your statement. Leaning back in his chair, he spoke: "Well, by all means, enlighten me. What was the right thing?"

"You mean you don't already know?"

"Sure I do. I just wanna hear it from your perspective."

You let out a deep exhale, setting the soda back on the table. This was gonna be tough. But if it meant getting out of this.. Place. The TVA, then you were willing to do what it takes. To get back to your timeline and finish what those stupid time police interrupted. "Fine. Okay, I'll bite" You were already regretting this. Crossing your arms under your chest, you made yourself comfortable in the school issue like chair.

"I'm sure you know who the Avengers are. I was apart of them. And I'm sure you know my powers as well," While you spoke and absorbed into your own little word, he peeked at your file. Powers included empathic influence and.. What? He couldn't believe what he was reading. "More specifically my ability to heal"

"It doesn't heal on my file here. This says you can transfer your life force"

"Same thing"

"Right.. Go on"

"I.." You take a deep breath. This is when it gets hard. "I was trying to save someone. Heal them. I couldn't- I couldn't just stand by and watch them die"

"And.. Did this person hold any significance to you?"

You scoff dryly, leaning your head back. "He was only the most important person in the world to me."

"Can you tell me more?"

"Sure, I guess. This uhm, this war had broken out. And the people- Things, we were battling against were targeting all of the people we held dearest. They got to him before I could" Your voice grew tight, and cracky. Thick with hard emotion. Your eyes and nose stung as tears threatened to spill. Recalling moments from not so long ago somehow hurt more than living through it. "So I did the only thing I knew how to. I started to heal him. But he.. He was on the verge of death. I knew that. I could feel it, when I started to give him some of my lifeforce. It was like.. Feeding into a bottomless pit. Sucking more and more out of me." By now, you had snapped your eyes tightly shut.

You didn't want to cry. Not now. Not in front of this strange time man. Mobius, however was struggling as well. Not as apparent or as fluidly as you were, but on the inside everything was a storm. Seeing you, her face, her voice right in front of him in such pain. It was the worst kind of torture he could ever be subjected to. He looked back down at your file as you spoke. Reading it over thoroughly. This was.. A lot to handle. "And then the TVA showed up and stopped me before I could save him. Because I didn't.. Finish, all my of lifeforce came back to me instantly. And stole the last bits of life out of him"

"And did they not tell you why they showed up when they did?"

"No, believe me I was told."

You huff, sitting back up right and quickly wiping your eyes. Though, you refuse to look at him. There was something about him, his voice. It was too much like his. You didn't like it.

"They said that I was never even meant to get back to him at all. Those alien things were supposed to keep me captive and that I shouldn't even known he was dying. That I shouldn't have attempted to save him."

A memory came back to you. Being imprisoned by the enemy so that they might convince you to join their side. All for the sake of your powers. The guards watching over you spoke amongst themselves. Laughing about how they were gonna kill everyone you loved so you'd have nobody to save you. Nobody to run to. That way, you'd have no choice but to join their side. Instantly your mind went to him, and you knew that's who they meant. So you broke out.

Mobuis' guilt grew. As much as the TVA pushed all its workers to be void of any emotion for variants, he found that aspect hard. That aspect was especially hard right now.

"Do you have any idea how fucked that is? How wrong?! You people-" You cut yourself off with a strained groan, forcing your rage back down. Feeling anger, as much as it was right, wouldn't help you out right now. If anything, things would escalate. You didn't need that. You needed to get back to him. Maybe you weren't too late to save him still.

"Alright, I get it. You're upset. How about we watch your timeline, yeah? See what could have been if you hadn't caused that nexus event" With a press of a key, the projection started. You watched little clips and tid-bits of your life. The lab accident that landed you with your powers. Fury recruiting you to the Avengers. Training said powers. And then he saw himself up there on the projection with you. He had to do a double take. Albeit he was much younger and blonde, it was definitely him. Loki was most definitely, undoubtedly right.

"That's him. Don. My Don"

He looks over at you in disbelief. You however, had your sole focus on the projection. He couldn't believe it. Did you not recognize him? Or were you just pretending not to? The odds are completely at bare. This variant of himself was in love with you, and you him. As well as vise versa with him and Calder. You, really. The timeline projection went on. The war. You finding out about Don's death and charging into the battle in blind rage. Nearly dying. The war ending with a great deal of help from you. And your death there after.

"So that's it? I would have used my power and killed myself anyways?"

"Well, I mean yes. But hey! Look at all the good you did. You saved a lot of people"

"Not the one who mattered the most."

He pauses, unsure of what to say. You pull lightly at the collar they had put on you. It was just a little too tight. Assholes. "Remind me why I have to wear this thing again?"

"To dampen your powers. Who knows what you could do without it on"

You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous. Though, he made a fair point, it still didn't make you feel any less like chattel.

"Let me ask you something Y/N. Can I call you Y/N?"

"I don't care"

"Okay. Did you enjoy your time with the Avengers?"

Confusion hit you. What kind of stupid question was that? Of course you did. Despite how tough the job was, you had a support system. People who made you feel safe and welcome. Who trusted you despite your powers. You had every reason to enjoy your time with them. All up until the war, you supposed. A small snort of amusement left you.

"Yeah, I did. It was a whole lot better than being hauled up by Hydra like I was before. I had a life with them. And they're the reason I met Don, so.."

"Even though helping them out stole from your life?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I mean seriously, not all of them had super healing. Look at how many times you saved them from near death or very serious injury. Even if that war hadn't happened, you wouldn't have lived past your mid-thirties"

"How do you know that? It didn't happen in your little movie just now"

"Think about it. If you're constantly giving away you lifeforce in order to heal others and keep them going, what's left for you? It's not like you ever got any of what you gave away back. Keep doing down that path and you would've been gone pretty early on in life. To me, that doesn't sound worth all you did"

"Yes it was."

You felt anger rising back up. Just who did this guy think he is? Telling you that everything you did in life was meaningless. So what if you gave your life away to other people? It was your life! Your decision! And you gave it to those who needed it. Those who were dearest to you.

"Please, explain. Explain how in any way that would be worth it"

"Because!" You snap, "Because it meant I did something! I wasn't just an accidental weapon made by some sick men in labs! I was doing good for once! I was on the right side, helping the people there live! To keep their mission of peace going! So what if I died?! Then I died with the purpose of keeping others going!!"

Mobius is stunned by your sudden outburst. He hadn't expected it to be so easy to get you to reach your boiling point. Then again, given what you just went through was a lot. And, he was trying to touch a nerve. To find your motives and inner most thoughts. It was crucial in order to determine whether or not you could help the TVA. The room went dead silent, save for your heavy breathing and the soft hum of the projector. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Working up like that didn't help anything. And doing so certainly didn't help you feel any better. More so worse.

"..Sorry. I- I didn't mean to lash out like that."

He felt his heart ache a little more. You were exactly like her. Everything like her. A beat passes before he responds.

"No, don't be. That was my fault. I pushed you to that point on purpose. I apologize"

You sigh deeply, burying your face into your hands. A wave of guilt washed over you. This poor man probably got variants like you all the time. Lashing out and screaming at him while he's just trying to do his job. You were no better than them. The silence returns. You're the one to break it a minute later.

"I'm never gonna see him again, am I?"

"No, you're not. They've already reset the timeline"

Somehow you already knew that would be his answer. It didn't matter. You were stuck here now. Either get pruned, whatever that meant. Or have to.. Wait, what did you have to do? You pulled your hands from your face and looked over at the grey haired man across from you.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"For an assessment of sorts. Think of it as to see if you can be of help or not"

"Help?"

"To the TVA"

"Hah! Fat chance"

Hearing you say that pained him a little more. Reluctantly, he stood up. He adjusted his clothes before making for the door.

"Think about. I'll give you some space."

And with that, he left. You listened to the sound of his footsteps as the faded further away until the door opened and shut. His steps sounded just like Don's. You couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that they were very similar. Thinking about it made your skin crawl. So did helping the TVA. After what they did to you, they were lucky you didn't burn this place down. But, maybe if you played your cards right, you could find a way back to him. To Don. So what was your next move?

Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

The Yule Ball has rolled around and Draco wants you to be his date!

A/N: I feel like a little fluff is needed after my last post, so here it is.

Enjoy!

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He couldn't help the way you stood out. Or how he could pin point your voice in a loud room. Or the way your eyes met across the room. In passing, in the halls and during meals. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe you were one with the problem. You weren't even his type, right? He couldn't tell anymore. He'd never even paid you any particular mind until the ball got announced to the student body. Instantly his eyes went to you. Apparently you thought the same way, because when he looked up, your eyes locked. For a split second, it was like everything else just faded out. And all there was left was you. In all your beautiful glory. He was so entranced that he hadn't hear the bell ring, or register the fact that you were packing up your things. It only clicked when you got up and walked out of the classroom. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and scrambled to shove all of his own things into his bag.

He darted out of the classroom and snapped his head to either side, trying to make you out in the flood of students in the corridor. Luckily, you weren't too far away. He spotted you walking with two of your fellow housemates: Pansy and Daphne. He shoves his way through the sea of students, paying no mind to be polite or avoid any non-rough physical contact. It didn't take long for him to catch up the group of girls. He silently began to walk along side Pansy. who was on your left. The topic of the conversation you three, now four, was the ball. "So Y/N," Pansy starts with a somewhat condescending smile "Have you gotten a date?" A sigh of resignation left you as you shook your head. "Not yet, unfortunately. I'm hoping to get asked soon. What about you?" You return the question, shooting Pansy a curious glance. She falters momentarily, not having expected you to quip that back at her.

Though, she recovers quickly with a proud smirk. "No," She gives Draco a smug glance "Though, I'm sure a certain somebody is just wait for the right time. Sentimentals and such" A sneer of disgust falls over Draco's features and he rolls his eyes. "Charmed, Parkinson" He drawls in a sardonic tone. You, on the other hand, hadn't seen his expression and read the interaction between the two completely wrong. A tepid smile formed on your lips and you gave Pansy a nod. A few seconds later, Daphne pipes up about her date with Goyle, and seemed rather happy about it. The conversation continued between the two girls with an occasional remark from Draco. You, however, remained silent. Person by person, you all split up to go to your different classes.

Which, ended up with you by yourself. Or so you thought. Draco then spoke up when it was just the two of you left. "Oi Y/L/N, hold on a minute" He says just as you're about to enter your class. You stop and turn your head to look at him, mild surprise on your features. "Uhm- What's up Malfoy?" You question back as you turned your whole body to face him as well. He hesitates and you quirk an eyebrow at him. A huff of frustration left him and he sneered lightly at himself. "Look, just- Just meet me in the common room after dinner alright?" He snaps before storming off. That left you more confused, but you just brush it off and head into class.

The next couple of classes after that, you had all with Draco. In each and every one you kept catching him looking at you. Staring or shooting a quick glance your way. And every time your eyes met his, he'd let out a bothered scoff and instantly look away. Like you'd done something wrong. Which was odd, but you decided against saying anything to him. Then again during dinner. Except he seemed more irritable now. Giving anyone, especially if it were a guy, the coldest death glare you'd ever seen if they spoke to you. Finally, dinner was over, and now dessert was being served. Though, instead of staying for it like you usually did, you got up and left. The way Draco had been looking at your housemates somewhat irked you the wrong way. And he did say to meet him after dinner. Maybe you were taking that bit a little too literally.

Of course, Draco noticed the second you got up. After a few moments, he followed. You were completely unaware of this fact and ended up going to your dorm room to change out of you school robes into something more comfortable. So, it's a bit if a surprise for you when you come back down to the lounge area to see him sitting there waiting for you. The moment you come into his field of vision he sprung to his feet. And very awkwardly cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?" As you speak his eyes flicker around the room to double check the two of you were alone. And you were. He gives a small yet firm nod. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to ask you something." Your eyebrows raise slightly. "Oh? Okay, by all means. Shoot" He hesitates, the same way he did in the afternoon. He balls up his fists and puffs out a breath in frustration. This really shouldn't be all that hard for him. But it is. It really is.

After a deep breath, he manages to pull himself together enough to speak. "Will you be my date to the ball, Y/N?" That wasn't at all what you were expecting. Was he serious? Your eyes widen enough to practically pop out of socket. You choke on any words that threaten yo leave your throat. Heat had very quickly and very prominently rose to your cheeks. Bright red like a ripe tomato. "I-I.. Are you serious?" He didn't like that response. Not by a long shot. A look of offense and anger contorted his features and yet another scoff came from his parted lips. "What? Yes I'm bloody serious! What kind of twat do you take me for?" That wasn't a very good reaction. Panic set in and you threw your hands up in surrender. "No no! That's not what I meant! I was just- Surprised! Is all, but yes! Yes I'll be your date, I'd love.. to be your date"

He rolls he eyes and mutters out what sounded like a 'good'. You both stand there a bit awkwardly for a while before he speaks up again. "The night of the ball, meet me at the bottom of the staircase to the dorms. Got it?" You nod, but as you do, he's already storming off. The last bits if disbelief finally wear off and a huge grin spread across your lips. Draco Malfoy, the boy to get, just asked you to be your date! You squeal happily and jump up and down a few times. This was incredible!

The night of the ball arrived faster than anticipated. To say your nerves were fried would be a vast understatement. You'd gotten the most gorgeous dress from one of the shops in Hogesmead that you could find. Though now, standing in front of the mirror with it on felt insulting. What if Draco didn't like it? Or if the color was ugly to everyone else? A million anxieties ran through your mind all at once. Still, it was too late back out now. With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart, you left your dorm room. Your walk to the main area of the common room was that of a deserted one. There wasn't a single other person around. Probably because they were all the ball already. When you reach the stop of the staircase, Draco's there standing at the bottom of it. Looking rather impatient, actually. That was until he saw you at the top of the stairs. All of that irritation instantly faded.

His grey eyes widen and his jaw slightly slack. A small smile formed on your face. You took your time going down the staircase. Half from fear of how stable your heels were, half wanting to give him a little show. That same awe-struck look remained on his face, his eyes not leaving you once as you came down. "So, how do I look?" You broke the silence as he took your hand to held you down the last few steps. It took him a few seconds to register what you said. He awkwardly cleared his throat, pulling his hand from yours. "Beautiful. Stunning, really" You nod, your smile only growing. "You too. I mean- Handsome. Yeah. Sorry" He scoffs softly, shaking his head with a little smirk. "Right. Let's go now, yeah? Before we're late"

"Oh! Right, yeah" And with that he held out his arm for you to link with your own. Which, you did. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silent. Just like in class a few days ago, he kept stealing glances at you. Though his eyes weren't sharp. They were softer than last time. As if he were admiring you. And he was. When you two arrived at the hall, it was packed. It was unbelievably beautiful. You look at Draco with a wide smile and squeeze his arm excitedly. Meanwhile, he's trying to act unimpressed. Per usual. After the competitors have their special dance everyone started to join in. You and Draco included. He gives you a teasing eyebrow raise as he lifts you up and spins you. He was a good dancer. You? You weren't bad, but he definitely had a lot pratice. The waltz was fun, and romantic almost. The way he looked at you was the best part.

With a wide smile and adoring eyes. As adoring as they got when it came to him, anyway. When the first dance was said and done, the music was then taken over by a band. A happy squeal left you as the more energetic music started and you take Draco's hand while you dance. This initially shocked him, but it wore off as quickly as it came. He started to dance with you and a few of your friends and/or housemates. The two of you were inseparable for most of the night. There was a few exceptions of course, like then Pansy dragged you off to the lavatory with her, or when he went off to prank some kids from other houses with Crabbe and Goyle. Though, eventually the night have to come to an end. Come the last song of the ball, there was hardly any kids left in the Great Hall. The final song was a slow one. And of course, you'd dragged Draco back out to the floor for it.

He complained that he was tired, but put up no real fight other than that. His hands went to your hips, and your arms encircle his neck. A slow dance for a slow song. The two of you gently sway together, just staring at each other. "Hi." You say in a softer voice with a smile, a hint of a giggle escaping your throat. He quirked an eyebrow, "Hi?" He repeats in a mocking tone. "Yeah. Hi" You grin. He rolls his eyes at you. You two make some small talk about nothing in particular throughout the song. Until it ends, and the two of you stop. When you go to pull away, he doesn't let go. You furrow your brows at him, to which he responds: "Happy Christmas, Y/N."

And with that, he kissed you.

Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, I've been super busy as of late. I currently have roughly four fics in the makings right now that should slowly come out over the next few weeks. But, as always any requests I get will come first.

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