in case you missed it, my soft angsty dransy is now complete!! I love these bbs with my whole heart π₯Ή
Everything, Always
pansy/draco, 4.6k
nsfw, soft angst, disaster!dransy, pining, infidelity
happy new year friends!! itβs still the 31st where I am, so hereβs a surprise drop of the marriage law one-shot iβve been working on this month π₯π
A New Year, Together
πE, 3.7k words
πmarriage law
πidiots in love
Puritan Draco | slightly nsfw
knees
He quietly started a job in the aurors office after a year of house arrest and completing his NEWTs from home. A way forward. A way to leave the problems of his past behind and redeem himself.
nsfw | knees | pt 2
puritan draco sexual awakening?
semi-public sex
a/n: honestly I got carried away-- enjoy this long drabble of hot knee pit action π
Puritan Draco | slightly nsfw
knees
He quietly started a job in the aurors office after a year of house arrest and completing his NEWTs from home. A way forward. A way to leave the problems of his past behind and redeem himself.
Over the last month, three of the WIPs I was following completed and I adored each of them!!! Highly recommend checking these out if youβre looking for something new to read π€π€
soft, intimate, ANGST
draco & pansy friendship, referenced former dramione
//
Pansy hurried through the cramped aisles of the tiny muggle bookshop, getting more frustrated by the second. This one smelled particularly musty, and she could feel the dust clinging to her shoes.
part two
dransy, one year later
tw: alcohol consumption (, copious amounts of)
angst, bi disaster pansy
//
Pansy sat in the corner nursing a glass of whiskey. Her third. She had long ago abandoned her wine for something more befitting her situation.
soft, intimate, ANGST
draco & pansy friendship, referenced former dramione
//
Pansy hurried through the cramped aisles of the tiny muggle bookshop, getting more frustrated by the second. This one smelled particularly musty, and she could feel the dust clinging to her shoes.
theomione/mermaid hermione
//
The war changed everything.
Magical ley lines cracked and fractured, altering the land beneath their feet and the magic that sings beneath their skin. It changed their very beings.
They once again fell into their familiar silence, letting the minutes pass from the floor of a bookshop in muggle London.
βYouβll get through this too, Draco, just like everything else. And Iβll be here, like always.β
//
Happy birthday to my dearest darling
@olivegreenauth
I love you and deeply cherish your friendship. Please accept this angsty but soft 8th year drabble as a small token of my love.
dramione/8th year/angst but hopeful
/so many lines that Iβve crossed unforgiven/
Choose your own pairing AU prompt adventure!
β€οΈ Pick whatever pairing you want
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Birth month for your AU
Jan - Veela AU
Feb - Werewolf AU
Mar - Viking AU
Apr - Vampire AU
Early morning walks along the castle grounds gave Hermione a sense of freedom she couldnβt find anywhere else in her day. Something just hers.
Today was different though. Today he was here. Shirtless. And sweaty. On /her/ path. And she needed to stop staring for Merlinβs sake.
bend.
tomione/M/slightly nsfw
possession
//
It was poetry, the way she bowed to his possession. That only someone as strong as her could withstand the storm.
βIβ¦ uhβ¦ I have to go.β He barely got the words out without groaning as he quickly turned to leave. He could feel Grangerβs deep, brown eyes glaring at him as he practically ran out of the room.
This was going to be a problem.
end/
love this and soooo excited to see everyoneβs!!
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@draqo_pctter
π₯°
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I had so much fun writing for this fest!! I wanted to write a possessive draco and it turned out toxic π¬ so read the tags but I promise itβs extra spicy! ππ₯
βNo, Draco.β She squeezed her fingers around him, willing him to understand.
βIβm not afraid,β she whispered. βIβm not afraid of the dark.β
//
remember that time I outlined a whole multi chapter dramione fast burn with dark academia vibes and best friend theo?? someone tell me to write it already maybe thatβll work ππ
This reawakening also meant that certain desires were once again making themselves known. For a long time he hadnβt even thought about sex, too stressed and too worried if he was even going to survive.
He swore he was about to look away again, but as Potter caught his eye he waved him over.
Fuck.
Not wanting to make enemies out of tentatively amicable coworkers, he slowly made his way across the cafeteria.
βMalfoy! Come join us,β Potter invited as he approached the table.
Soft, bare skin, not hidden by stockings. Smooth calves gave way to slender ankles tucked into completely absurd high heels.
βIs there a problem, Malfoy,β Grangerβs voice broke through his thoughts. How long had he been standing there? Was he staring?
It had been a year of healing, of feeling like somewhat of a person again, and not the shell of who he once was. He was still figuring out what that meant, but most days felt lighter, without the weight and oppression of literal darkness bearing down on him.
Draco and a Most Improper Flashing of Knees π
by oceanxpoppy
In which Draco Malfoy, newly healed but still repressed, finds Hermione Granger's knees to be quite the distraction.
Inspired by
@pinkhairandbooks
Puritan Draco series. Title lovingly prβ¦
pansmione; slightly nsfw
for mands on her birthday π€
//
βThere you are!β
Hermione bounded out the side door of the club, beaded top swishing across the exposed skin of her navel. Pansy leaned back against the bricks, trying and failing to keep her space as Hermione
itβs my birthday tomorrow and I have a selfish requestβ¦
β¨quote this with your take on this promptβ¨
~trope~
friends to lovers
~pairing~
harmony, sirmione, fremione, pansmione (or whoever inspires you)
I want knees bumping, pinkies touching, and aallll the β¨sexual tensionβ¨
Granger smiled and backed her chair away from the table, making room for him, and β oh Merlin - her legs. Not only was her skirt shorter than wizarding robe standards, her calves were on full display.
He tried to focus on his sad, ministry lunch, but she kept grabbing his attention. She was telling some story, laughing and gesticulating, hair moving wildly about as if sheβd never been taught how to properly hold polite conversation.
But now, in the comfort of peace and a purpose at his job, all these new feelings were popping up. It was a distraction. Or rather, a particular witch was.
Hermione Granger once again sat with Potter in the cafeteria, smiling and conversing, wearing a dress that was surely too revealing to be workplace appropriate. How could he help but stare over?
soft lovenott
seer Luna/pure fluff π₯°
Theo stepped into the new potions shop off Diagon, excited to stock up his stores and get a little holiday shopping done at the same time.
He swallowed hard and pried his gaze up only to find Granger and Potter staring back.
βHonestly Malfoy, if you have a problem just go,β Granger sighed as she crossed one leg over the other, closing herself off and flashing her knees right at him.
And as he turned back towards the castle, that warmth stayed; glowing somewhere small, but stubborn within him. Even as he walked the halls to the dungeons, he could still see daylight ahead.
//fin
happy birthday my love xoxo
dreo stepcest // dark, dubcon
Theoβs knees ached as he strained to remain upright, the cold marble of the drawing room floor unforgiving. Heβd known tonight would be rough though.
π Forbidden Drabble Challenge π
somehow, someway, weβve reached over 400 followers for forbidden fruit fest! kayla and i are so unbelievably shocked and humbled that so many of you care about our little fest that we wanted to do this surprise drabble challenge in thanks!
She really was sure it would have been bookstores. They used to spend their Sundays exploring remote and obscure shops, Draco lavishing she-who-must-not-be-named with as many books as would hold her to him.
Eventually, Dracoβs eyes began to water, his breath a little more labored as he spoke, βAnd sheβs marrying him today. My bestβ I mean I thought he was my friendββ his voice broke again, and what came out next was barely a whisper. βAnd now I have nothing.β
But they both know it isnβt true.
War au / death eater Draco
If anyone wants to expand the idea, please feel free!
(Sorry Iβve been unresponsive, Iβve been sick and still am sick)
#dramione
Seated on the floor, book in hand, the telltale signs of his Occlusion apparent to her from where she stood.
Sighing, she walked down the narrow row and sat down next to him.
For a while neither of them said anything. Pansy just sat, leaning her head back against the shelves while Draco pretended to read. Gently, finally, she broke the silence, βDo you know how many dirty, old shops Iβve been in today? I was about to call your mother.β
βIβm too late, Pans.β His voice was hoarse, the words struggling to come out from underneath his composure. βI fucked upββ his breath caught as his voice tightened. βI fucked up and she moved on. She chose him.β
βI know, darling.β
This was the fifth bookstore sheβd visited today, and honestly the odds of her finding him were running out. She knew today would be bad, but she had hoped Draco would wallow at home.
Pansy stayed there, listening, gently caressing his hand as his walls began to break. She knew he needed time, that he didnβt need to be pressed. She let the silence linger as she had so many times before, in so many conflicts and conversations theyβd weathered together.
He leaned his head back against the shelf in defeat, and Pansy hugged in closer, squeezing his hand firmly. .
He looked over, wordlessly acknowledging the concession, and she rested her head on his shoulder, letting him continue.
But as she made her way towards the back of the shop, she began to lose hope. Perhaps he was drunk at some pub, or maybe he had fled to the continent? To his motherβs of all places? If that was the case then they really had a problem.
Sheβd shown up to the manor early this morning, bottle of Ogdenβs in hand, prepared to get properly smashed just as the occasion called for. Only to be informed by Topsy that he hadnβt slept there the night before. She sighed, dropped the bottle on the table, and set out.
As he finally turned to face her she saw the bloodshot eyes and the pain of someone who had been awake all night. She set the book aside and took his hand in hers.
βClearly,β she scoffed. His gaze only hardened, his grip on the book tightening.
βDraco, look at me.β She reached out, gently prying the book from his hands.
This didnβt elicit the laugh she was hoping for. Instead Draco sighed, βWhy are you here, Pansy?β
βWhat do you mean? Of course Iβm here.β
βI mean you should be with them. Itβs where Blaise is, itβs where everyone is. Iβm fine.β
love this!! hereβs a bit about me
π I only started reading fanfiction a year(ish) ago
π acotar fanfiction is what got me into reading it
π the poppy in my user name is a reference to the loml, my familiar, my darling cat poppy
π I used to sing in a band with my dad!
This is cuteee!
Thanks Len
10 facts about me:
πΈ I'm left handed
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πΈ I think I'm allergic to caffeine
He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. He backed her up against the door once again, allowing it to take more of their weight as he bucked his hips into hers and found a spot that made her cry out.
βIβve noticed you looking. At my legs. Do you like my legs?β
βYour knees,β he breathed out, barely a whisper, his voice rough, but compelled to answer.
βMy knees,β she hummed, allowing her gaze to now roam appreciatively over his body.
But so was she. Because knowing and understanding were beyond either of them at this point. And the best they could do was weather this together.
She shifted to place her hand firmly on his forearm, covering the mark under his clothes.
She stepped closer and lifted her hands to his chest. Draco gulped as she slipped her fingers around his tie and pulled him to her.
βWould you like to touch them?β
/What./ Surely he was hallucinating.
β‘οΈbuild your own fic/drabble threadβ‘οΈ
Some of these have some serious angst potential! QT yours! Canβt wait to see what everyone gets.
First one is mine π
A Game of High Stakes by
@indreamsink
Super intruiging wartime au with amazing and detailed magic featuring an all time bamf Hermione. The love story is intense and beautiful and has unique side pairings!
Her beautiful, soft, sinful knees.
His cock was painfully hard, straining against his trousers and there was nothing he could do about it. Lost in the smooth lines of her legs, what it would feel like to run his hand along her calf, into the bend of her-
βHere you go Malfoy!"
The air was cold. Sharp. Something unknown sparking in the wind as it whipped around her shoulders and through the curls that hung loose and wild down her back. She relished the feel of it; being alive at the end of the world. Ready for anything.
He shifted quickly, turning her to him, his fingers squeezing into her arms. βNo, Hermione. I thinkβ I think you should leave. Get as far away from this place as you can.β
His other senses gradually began to return. The sound of her breath slowing, the dim light of the bar bathroom, and the realization of what they had just done. He gently helped her feet to the ground and began to step back.
But she held him close, a smirk pulling at her lips.
He needed to say something.
βGrangerβ look βIβm sorry,β he started, but quickly cut himself off as she did the last thing he expected.
She entered the bathroom, locked the door, and silenced the room.
As he brought his gaze back up to hers, her eyes were open and encouraging. She nodded, silently telling him to keep going.
It was his every fantasy come to life.
Eyes sure, and peering into him, she slowly placed her hand on his wrist and guided his own to her side. Leaning back against the door, she lifted her leg around his hip.
He looked down, his hand large around the curve of her hip. He took a chance and gave it a gentle squeeze.
βYouβre so beautiful,β he whispered. He wasnβt sure when he drifted so close to her. The feel of her breath in soft pants against his lips was like a siren call drawing him under.
βDraco,β she whimpered, hands finding his cheeks as she guided his mouth to hers.
pansy and hermione competing over draco // they end up in increasingly ridiculous situations, in closer and closer proximity, until finally their sharing a bed on a group trip to the malfoy chateau in france and things get β¨steamyβ¨
It was as if time slowed down as he skimmed his fingers down her thigh, his palm meeting supple flesh. His hand continued to drift lower, finally finding the soft hollow behind her knee. His fingertips dipped in, playing in her curves.
It was getting harder to breathe and he was sure he would pass out any moment.
βDraco look at me,β Grangerβs soft command pulled his eyes back to hers. βIs this about me?β
Exhaling, he barely managed a nod.
βWould you like to touch them?β she repeated, gently tugging on his tie and walking them back towards the wall.
βI canβt,β he shook his head, βI shouldnβtββ
βItβs okay. I want you to.β
βYou do?β
βYes.β
Her eyes scanned the sky as she waited, numbering the stars in the constellations heβd once shown her and the ones theyβd named together. A light dusting of snow covered the hardened ground around the castle. The lake was beginning to freeze over.
Granger gasped, squeezing her leg tighter around him. His eyes flew up to meet hers, unsure if he should stop. He found her eyes wide, lips partially opened.
βDo that again,β she said.