Another Summer Morning Draco Malfoy

another summer morning — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

prompt: a warm bed for  @kalimagik​ and @the-hufflefluffwriter​‘s “a very harry potter summer” !

a/n: school starts next week which is why i haven’t been posting as much but ahhh i hope you guys like this !! :D

Draco loves his wife.

He loves [Y/N], so he tolerates everything she does; her tendency to accidentally smack him in the face in her sleep, her sudden (deafening) singing outbursts at random intervals during the day that tend to have him jumping right out of his skin, how she constantly keeps bringing up the idea of adopting a ferret in tribute to Draco’s fourth year at Hogwarts, and, Well. This.

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everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn’t save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :“) 

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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no but i can’t even think rn i just i’m just i what?? like, look at this:

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay.

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips.

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly.

HELLO??? this is so incredibly cute i’m malfunctioning

draco’s hands. That’s it. That’s all I have to say for the blurb.

Infatuation. He’s teased her with the word for a while, though she always argues otherwise.

“They’re just pretty,” she’d say.

Draco would roll his eyes and shake his head, lean closer for a kiss and nip her lower lip all while biting back a grin.

His comments didn’t stop her from continuously doing it, though. Didn’t stop her from grabbing hold of his hands at any given moment and fixating on his slender fingers.

Like now, as she settles close to his side in the library. She’s pulled his hand into her lap, toying with the ring on his finger as she rubs softly at his knuckles.

She can’t help it, really. It’s not her fault Draco happens to have the most attractive hands she’s ever seen.

He smiles to himself from beside her, acts like he doesn’t notice what she’s doing, because he doesn’t want her to stop. 

Y/N twists the silver metal, blinking absentmindedly as she absolutely does not listen to a word Blaise speaks from across her.

Draco doesn’t much listen, either. He’s far too busy biting back a smile at his girls obsession and fighting off a fiery blush that threatens to paint his milky skin. 

Y/N intertwines her fingers, and Draco thinks that’ll be the last of it, that she’ll sit nicely and go back to her Potions essay. 

But she guides his hand from her lap and brings it to her lips. He doesn’t stop her mouth from pressing a gentle kiss to his bobbled knuckles, nor does he stop her from nuzzling the tip of her nose against his fingertips. 

His heart is too fucking full and Draco’s certain he’s never felt this way over a girl doing something so innocently mundane. And yet, he’s struggling to bite down the need to kiss her silly. 

Both Blaise and Pansy pay no attention to the little act of affection, though Draco feels everyone’s just seen it. He doesn’t like that -- the idea of others knowing his and Y/N’s affections. 

It’s theirs and only theirs. 

She guides his hand back to her lap where she lets it rest and Draco gives hers a tender squeeze. 

His eyes are full of nothing but pure love and adoration as he stares at her, heart warm in his chest and the thought of her smile alone brings utter peace to his mind and soul. 

She’s focused on something Pansy is explaining but Draco can’t stop looking at her.

She feels his gaze on the side her face, warmth rising across her body and she turns to him, shy eyes and smile. 

Y/N quirks a brow and Draco shakes his head, offering a sneaky wink that only has her insides churning, and the innocent act Draco thought it was, suddenly turns into one of pure filth.

She leans closer, her other hand tracing the length of his fingers as her breath fans across his ear. 

“Can’t wait to feel these deep inside of me later.”

Snape: [dying] tell Joe, i loved her

Harry: who's Joe, professor?

Snape: Joe Mama

Blurb Idea: Draco finds the first snitch he caugjt and gave you in second year and his just heart melts

a/n: ok this isn’t fic length or anything but it’s definitely not blurb length. i think it’s nice tho so here you go love

memory

•──♥︎

draco didn’t even remember what he’d been searching for in your drawer. his gaze had been set on a pile of old things that he knew had meaning to you. there were a few things from your childhood you’d told him about, a number of gifts or souvenirs from dating him, and other trinkets and knick-knacks.

what he hadn’t expected you to keep all these years later was his first attempt to woo you, his very first full-blown crush. you’d kept the first golden snitch that draco caught in a quidditch match and even kept it polished so that it was just as shiny as it was the day he gave it to you.

second year, his hair had been pooled in post-game sweat and he was parading around with a smug but toothy grin. draco had spotted you next to your friends and heart racing, ran over to you. he’d been hoping with enough will to near a prayer underneath that cocky demeanor that you’d seen the match. seen him.

a soft smile grazed his lips and he ran his thumb over the snitch, as if rubbing away dirt though there was none. something about you could always fill draco with that same rush of enamour when he was stealing glances at you during class. even now, having called you his for years now, draco had a frenzy of butterflies thinking of your lovely y/n smile.

you’d sent a huge blow to draco’s ego, being the last of your friends to look up and congratulate him. the sound of your voice made his nerves jump and he thanked you, lining his words with an unmistakably malfoy tone. of course he’d won, he’s draco malfoy. the amusement in your smirk and locked eyes had him whipped ─ draco was done for the second he’d met you and you reminded him of that everyday without fail.

the day remained crystal clear in draco’s mind. how could he forget it? his boyish love for you had never truly gone away, even when you’d started dating. not with the first kiss, not with the first i love you. no matter what, you could just breathe and draco was wrapped around your finger, in utter love with you.

“so are you just going to stand there or was there a reason slytherin’s best player strutted over here?” you cocked an eyebrow and draco as an innocent child, assumed this must be love. so young, but his feelings for you were always certain. smirking and steadying his trembling hand, draco pulled out the snitch and held it in his hand. draco wanted you to have it, to the immediate jealousy of every other surrounding girl.

draco wondered if you still held it in your hand. do you still look at it fondly and feel that day all over again? it couldn’t only be draco, not with how madly in love the two of you were. he could go hold your hand now, for you were just in the other room, but the memory wasn’t over and he knew what came next.

“i heard you’re supposed to give the first snitch you catch to the prettiest girl you know,” he announced, nowhere near as confident as he sounded. you’d adorably bitten your lip and heat had risen to the apples of your cheeks. you took it, fingertips brushing over his pale ones in the short process. “no wonder you’re giving it to me then," you smirked before softening. “thank you.”

that was you. it always had been and draco believed it always would be. banter and quick wits for days but the delicacy of an angel. draco remembered the innocent kiss of a child and all the less than innocent but effortlessly ethereal ones that came later on in your lives. fondly, draco smiled. if only he knew as a boy just how much of that perfection you had to offer and would one day, for some reason only the gods knew, bestow upon him.

just before hurrying off with those giggly friends of yours who were already whispering about you two, you planted a quick kiss to draco’s cheek and sent him straight to what he thought must be heaven. the pomegranate blush that rushed to paint his skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “i’ll see you later, draco.” you’d waved and turned, leaving draco with ecstatic nausea at his name on your lips.

and just like he’d done at twelve years old, draco’s fingers raised and lightly touched the skin your soft lips had met, ghosting over the memory. putting the snitch down, he sighed contently and ever so happy with what had become of that school boy crush. now he’d go and kiss you a thousand times, with tenfolds of love ─ for the boy in the memory. for the boy who gave his very first golden snitch to the girl he liked.

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hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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