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- DICK GRAYSON -

everything i need is right in front of me || dick grayson x blkfem!reader - pt. 1, part 2, part 3

summary: you've spent the past seven years away from the mask, but new threats and past obligations pull you away from your family  

- JASON TODD -

- WALLY WEST -

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everything i need is right here pt.1 || dick grayson x blkfem!reader

summary: you've spent the past seven years away from the mask, but new threats and past obligations pull you away from your family  

word count: 2.2k

a/n: heres my first attempt at a series. i have a set ending but i think an alt one could be fun too idk ?? and i gave the kids names because why not

Dead in the night, time barely stood at three in the morning. The sound of wailing echoes off the walls, waking you and Dick. With sluggish movements, you shifted, rising to rest your weight on your forearms and recognizing the cries as your son, Eli. Lucky for you, it was Dick’s turn to cater to your monster toddler for the night. The idea was that he would settle down your son, leaving you to fall back to sleep. However, the reality came to be that your husband returned with Eli in hand, somehow, finding the voice to cry louder than before. Once discovered, he'd refuse to fill in the noise any other way. 

“Help, please?” He begged with a tone wrapped in a fit of earnestness and exhaustion. Still, a weary smile broke through the edges of his lips as he tried to hassle through the squirming.

A low chuckle fell past your lips at the sight. Three kids in and despite the countless interrupted nights and fussy cries, there was nothing you would give to change it. Some days it's still hard to believe. That, regardless of everything, you were lucky enough to have all of this. That life of normalcy, you spent hours wondering if you’ll have after every mission. You were young, a kid starting out just like the rest. Early on, you learned bearing that mask takes and takes. That you have to hold onto the good that you're granted with everything you have. If asked, joining the Titans was possibly one of the worst decisions you'd ever made. Yet, you don't hold a single regret. Not if it meant you wouldn't be living the life you have now. 

“Come here, baby,” you said in a sleep-ridden tone as you took him from Dick’s grasp. Your hand comes to rub soothing motions across his back. Carefully, you sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing your son with his tears slowly coming to a halt. His head rested snug on your chest, and a tiny hand clutched your shirt. “Unbelievable,” you muttered, tiredly shaking your head, with the corners of your lips turning slightly upward.

The sight pulled out a weak chuckle from Dick. Crossing his arms, he leaned on the door frame, letting his head gently hit the wood. 

“You know, I'm starting to think I'm not the favorite parent here,” he insisted, pushing off the frame. Far too exhausted to fight off a weary grin. He comes shuffling to the bed to sit beside you, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. Letting his head rest on your shoulder, and his eyes fluttering shut. 

You let out a hum and a soft huff of laughter, “Yeah, probably. Are the girls still asleep?” 

“Yep, out like a light,” he confirmed, suppressing a yawn, recollecting how peacefully they slept through the cries of their brother. It’s a true miracle they can sleep through the night until it's a struggle to get out the door in the morning. You feel the weight of Dick’s head lift. His gaze now caught up on your son, bringing his hand to run through soft curls. 

“Hope he goes back to sleep soon. If he goes easy on us, we can make it another couple of hours.”

You emitted a soft groan in response. Just the thought was enough to make you cry. It's almost funny. You'd think that after spending years dedicated to vigilantism, you'd grown accustomed to the inconsistency of sleep and late nights. 'No,' you both had said, looking back on it with far too much conviction, 'it'll be a piece of cake'. It shouldn't have been a shock how quickly a bet was made to see how soon the two of you would crack. Alfred was the only one who seemed to hold an ounce of faith. But you've survived the past seven years (somehow). Quickly learning to be grateful for getting five hours every other night. You shifted your head to the side, catching a glimpse of Eli. Just like his parents, he's struggling to keep his eyes open. Seeing him fight the inevitable brings a loose grin to your lips. 

“He shouldn't be too much longer, go back to bed, I got it,”

“Pfft, are you kidding? We’re supposed to face sleep deprivation together, remember… plus it’s still my night.” He replied, his eyes trailing over you.

Ignoring all of its cheesy cliché sentiments, he’s certain you look as beautiful as you did the day you met. Since then, he hasn’t viewed the world the same. The subtle glow of moonlight peaking through the windows highlights your features. His eyes traced down the slope of your nose, to the curve of your lips. Meeting you has always been his greatest achievement. Your focus was currently transfixed by your son in your arms. His hair was a shade of raven black, and had eyes that strikingly resembled yours.

“Just give up already, kid,” slipped past your lips with a pleading sigh and a soft, teasing tone. You placed a kiss atop their head, a hand continuing to run in soothing motions across his back.  “He's so stubborn. Gets it from you, ya know.” Your words were spoken with the same unwavering tone as seconds before. 

Anissa was easy, always sleeping through the night, never fussy. It's her fault you thought another kid would be a good idea. The middle child's always the trick baby. 

“What? Name, like one time I've ever been stubborn.” Within seconds, your expression turned quizzical, lined with a combination of frustration. Or, of course, in Dick's own words, your ‘angry black mom face’. 

“... actually, you don’t have to answer that.” 

“I didn't think I had to, to begin with.”

Somewhere along the delicate silence, the battle amid sleep was lost. Eli’s soft snores filled the room alongside your breathing, and his grip on your shirt fell. The sight was always easy to get lost in, a tender smile spreading on your face. You loved these quiet moments, the family you've made, peacefully existing together.

“Annddd out like a light,” you murmured, voice low, trying not to disturb the tranquility of the room. “You think you can get him to bed?”

“Yeah, I got him.” He answered, rising from the mattress. An arm held stretched in the air, the other bent, leaving his fist to cover another yawn. Then, bending down to pick up the toddler from your arms, “I'll put him in his crib, try to get some sleep.” 

When he walked out of the room, you pushed out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding in. Your eyes traveled down to the ring on your left hand. You tried to do as he said, to let your head hit the pillow and close your eyes. You hadn’t realized he'd joined you in bed until you felt the dip in the mattress. 

You're not sure how much time has passed. You do, however, know you should be sleeping. God knows you need it. Instead, you were staring off at shadows dancing on the ceiling. It felt like a thousand and one thoughts were crowding your mind. All of the noise couldn't seem to fade. You tilted your head, letting your eyes wander across Dick's features. You see every touch and kiss. Every fight and struggle you’ve worked through. You see the man you will love until forever stops. There was an added warmth from his body lying close to yours. One you had long since claimed as the feeling of home. He was your home. He is home. You felt more than guilt. This was one of the only times he truly looked… at peace. Lying on his stomach, with an arm folded under the pillow. 

“... are you sleeping?” You asked in a hushed whisper.

The sound of your voice pulls him back to an inch of consciousness, “Mhm, yeah, yeah, I'm still up.” His words were mumbled and drowsy. Eyes still closed shut.

“Do you ever, I don't know, miss it?” You wondered. The thought had always been there, hanging in the backdrop of your mind. Never having the time to give it a second glance. 

A moment or two passed before your words fully registered. He lifted his head, keeping his eyes narrowed. His expression held notes of fatigue, combined with hints of perplexity. 

“Miss, what exactly?” He pushed, looking for some type of clarification. A part of him felt as though he already knew the answer. 

He wanted to be wrong, to give you the benefit of the doubt. Life is full of endless choices. All the decisions you've made have led you here. Stepping out, joining the Titans. You wouldn't be the person you are today if you had never put on that mask. You wouldn't have your husband. Who has shown you nothing but real, genuine love. You wouldn't have your kids, who have forever changed how you view the beauty of the world. You traded it all in the day you told him you were pregnant. For the past seven years, your responsibilities haven't fallen to the rest of the world. Your only job has been to take care of your kids, your family. That is who you are. You shifted against the sheets.  Moving your back to the headboard after reaching over to flick on the lamp. 

“You know, getting out there like we used to. The rush and the action and the bad guys with the stupid names.” Your head tilted back and eyes closed. Pushing out a longing sigh and basking in the nostalgia. A loose smile came into motion.

He flipped on his side, his forearm holding the weight of his upper body. His gaze was held to the sheets as the corner of his mouth lifted. The memories flooded in, his own wave of nostalgia washing over. A perfect blend of all the good and the bad and the ugly. He’d be the first to admit that he spent the best times of his life facing near-death. He owes the same sentiments to the mask, to his roles as Robin and Nightwing. He misses it, how could he not? By now, he mirrored your position with his arm propped up on a bent leg. A smirk plastered across his lips. 

“Yeah, I mean, I won't lie, sometimes I think about how it would feel to get back out there, beating up the villain of the week with some stupid name.” 

When his expression fell, reality hit. You weren’t blind to the endless sacrifices that came with the job. You witnessed every risk and danger firsthand. You carried the weight of knowing there are missions that could be your last. Those were chances you couldn't afford to take, not anymore. Not again. 

“... Then I remember why we got out and who we did it for. I remember the life we have now, and that's all I need. I wouldn’t waste time trying to change that.” 

Your entire life shifted after our oldest, Mari. The world turned technicolor the second you held her in your arms. Suddenly, you had a new mission, a new priority. At the end of the day, none of it changes. None of it will ever change. Behind your walls were words left unsaid. Hidden desires and longing, kept under the rug far away from even his view. 

“I know, and I wouldn't change anything either. I love our life. I love our family, and I have everything I need right here.” You spoke with a truth of soft conviction. You reached out to place a hand on the cusps of his cheek, pulling him in far enough to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Your lips lingered another moment more.

“Sorry for keeping you up.” Your words held a layer deeper to apologetic. You weren't keeping him up because of something like snoring. You were fantasizing about your past and going over everything you could lose in a heartbeat.

He could sense it, not as a detective but as your husband. It was subtle, but it was there—something he couldn't quite name,“I don't mind, you know you can always talk to me. We're always gonna be a half sexy team.” 

“I know,” You nodded, keeping your tone leveled.

He's always had that ability to make you feel that everything can work out. That no matter what you face, you'll always end up on top. And you thought to yourself maybe, just maybe, this could work. 

“Now, go to bed,  you look like shit.” Tired wasn't the word. Even in the dim light, you can see dark spots under his eyes; his hair was longer and needed a trim. 

“Aww you're so hot when you care about my well-being. If you'll excuse me, I need my beauty sleep.” The breath he lets out is obnoxious, flared with the dramatics that come with being a circus boy. The same calls for the way he rolls over and reshapes his pillow. 

You let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes with no real fret of annoyance. Just before reaching out to flick the switch on the lamp. The room fell into darkness in a matter of seconds. The clock ticked further into the night. It was almost too easy for Dick to fall back to sleep. His body shifting against the sheets filled the silence for a few lingering moments. 

You couldn't sleep, not even with the weight of exhaustion sitting on your shoulders. How could you? Not while harboring secrets from the man you'd made vows to. Not while you've broken promises. 

You're coming back to the life you've given everything to distance yourself from.  

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pt 1 is almost finished and maybe possibly hopefully posted this week

maybe a dick x reader ?? maybe a series ?? maybe angst??

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maybe a dick x reader ?? maybe a series ?? maybe angst??

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- PETER PARKER -

what's his name again? || peter parker x fem!reader

summary: hot summer days and taking online quizzes

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what's his name again? || peter parker x fem!reader

summary: hot summer days and taking online quizzes 

word count: 590

a/n: so haven't written for peter before so hoping this is at least close to being accurate. also requests are open. also also yall gotta applaud me for finally writing again

There was a soft breeze flowing through the city. A sweet temporary escape from the blazing summer sun shining above. Even trapped in the heat, the city was bustling. There was never a moment stolen from the sirens or construction. Let alone the blaring traffic. All of it melted together in ambience. The two of you were found sitting in the sun on the fire escape, legs swinging off the edge. Half-empty bottles of lemonade from the bodega down the street were placed idly next to the container of sunscreen you wouldn't let him forget.

Moments like these never felt far. It was like time passed slower when you were with him. Hidden along the rush, the crushing weight of wearing that mask is the peace he has with you. There's no burning building, no villain of the week in some Party City costume. No, for the past 10 minutes his worries have been directed to the phone in his hand. 

See, it started as a joke. Some silly way to waste time. Maybe re-examine your entire personality to its base level because someone had too much time on their hands (and the need to give constant psychological evaluations). You couldn't remember where the idea came from. Maybe an ad online, or you overheard a conversation on the subway. One quiz had turned to two and suddenly you've fallen down a uquiz rabbit hole. You leaned into his side, inching forward to catch a glimpse of his results. The screen displayed a picture of Captain America. His stance was tall, shoulders broad, and shield held high. At the bottom, read an explanation generic enough to relate to the masses, yet magically just as personalized. 

With lips twisting to the side as you shook your head, then proclaimed, “Hmm, no, yeah, that's not accurate at all.” Your words were wrapped in a low, matter-of-fact tone.

“You think so?” He asked, brows furrowed and a loose grin on the edges of forming. “I'm not sure if I should be offended here or not.” 

“Well, yeah, I mean even if they're not technically an Avenger, I think you're more like that spider guy.” 

“The spider guy?” His brows raised, expression molding into a quizzical smile. A small fit of laughter followed close behind. You'd never admit his laugh was the first thing you'd fallen in love with. 

“Man, what's his name again… Spider-Lad? It's Spider-Lad, isn't it? With the hyphen too, right? I know some people get upset if you forget the hyphen.” In your words was an imposed innocence, covered in a coy, nonchalant manner. You tilted your head to the side, putting on a pondering facade. A small smile sneaks its way to your lips as you continue. "And who doesn't love Spider-Lad? He's just so funny and charming and strong. God, and have you seen that ass. I mean, I wonder how many squats he can do."

“Sounds like I have some competition,” His tone was light, blurring the lines of quick sass and sarcasm. Gently, he nudges you with his shoulders, pulling a laugh out of you. A sweet sound he would do anything for to hear over and over.

"No, sounds like you're just jealous, Pete, and besides, I'm just trying to say I see why he's a fan favorite," You added on with a simple shrug, this time shifting your position. Now, leaning back, resting your weight on your arms. On your face, a smug filled expression.  

 “I’m not jealous, okay. Spider-Lad is just a stupid name.”

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Luck or Life?

Was it karma or just my luck that the friend's ex, whom I sought after, tormented me romantically for years because I didn’t ask for her permission to date him?

Was it a coincidence that when I got closer she started to pull away from me and get closer to a girl who didn’t like me?

Was I the problem or was it not about me at all?

Was this just how my life was meant to be?

A stained glass mosaic, built with pieces of other people and events I have no control over that shaped me into the person I am?

——

Was it my fault that I fell for him or was it his fault for stringing me along all that time?

Is my anger justified or am I obsessed with something I need to move in from?

3 years is a long time to be in love with someone and the feelings get so intense that sometimes you forget that other people exist, so strong that nothing else matters because if they’re not the one you feel so empty without them.

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When he finally stopped speaking to me after 3 years I felt something shift.

I wanted him still so baldly but my anger came from a place of love, a love so strong that it still affects my relationships to this very day.

My attachment to him was something that was part of daily life and I still cannot let him go, he made me feel things no one else did.

I felt loved when he would speak to me, I felt seen, heard, like a person, and suddenly all those feelings were gone, taken away from me instantly.

I felt angry because to me those feelings were addictive.

I was like an alcoholic, drawn to someone and something that would eventually take over my mind and body and ruin me.

And I was fully prepared to allow it to happen because my affinity toward him was just that strong.

Why am I tortured by the fact that he has moved on and I seem to not be able to?

Nothing about him was captivating enough to hang onto, yet I still go back to him every time.

I would choose him over and over again yet I am sure he would choose anyone who wasn't me.

He didn’t see what I did and sometimes I am glad but other times I can't help but mourn the future we could have had.

We were just stupid teenagers, lessons and mistakes that needed to be made in each other’s lives.

Nothing more nothing less, though how desperately I wanted him to be the one.

But now after reflecting, I’m glad he wasn't.

I’m glad that I find comfort in not being someone’s partner.

I want to be loved so desperately but I must love myself before someone else can love me and before I can love someone else.

I am no longer willing to sacrifice my happiness for the will of some idiot who simply cannot feel the same way I do about myself.

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Santa, Baby

[Established relationship] [SongFic] [Domestic Bliss] [Coworkers AND Lovers] 

Hurry, hurry, my Santa Baby, ah..

It’s the best time of year. Christmas time. The season of giving, of love, of family and friends.

Santa, baby…slip a sable under the tree, for me. Been an awful good girl, Santa, baby – so hurry down the chimney tonight. 

The snow falling so amazingly and peacefully, a beautiful sight to your eyes, which had never seen so much of it before. You had recently moved to Virginia from your southern state, having been scouted from your field office to the one in Quantico. The place where you had originated was one where snow was an uncommon occurrence and seeing so much out your window was a sight to behold while you got ready for work. You had moved here during the last few weeks of Winter when the weather was slowly climbing back into the summer-adjacent heat so you had yet to see snow in its full effect. You and Spencer had been dating long before your transfer, about 4 years and this year would make your 5th. 

Santa, baby, a ‘54 convertible too – light blue. I’ll wait up for you, dear. Santa, baby - so hurry down the chimney tonight.

The snow looks so soft as if falling into it would feel like a memory foam mattress after a long day of working. It’s...

“Beautiful,” you say as you roll your fleece-lined tights onto your tan slacks and layer a thin long-sleeved shirt under your blouse. 

“Not as beautiful as you,” says a voice from your bed, one you know all too well now as Spencer. He sits up in your bed, the covers falling to reveal his defined chest, one you know is comfortable and smooth to sleep on. 

“Flattery will only get you so far,” you say as you move to your vanity in the corner to put on your makeup. “You know you still have work in less than an hour, correct? And that Hotch is gonna kill you if you’re late!” you say giggling as he begins to scramble to gather his belongings he realizes he is not at his own house but had spent the night at yours having wanted to both spend more time with you and discuss the case. 

“Oh, goodness. You’re right. I have to go, love, I’ll see you in an hour. I love you.” He says as he speedily walks over to you to kiss your forehead as he rushes out of your apartment to his downstairs to get ready so that the both of you won’t be late to your job because you know Hotch will make a scene if one of you shows up late, but both of you, that would put him into a coma fueled solely of anger. 

Think of all the fun I've missed, think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed. Next year I'll be just as good…if you check off my Christmas list. 

You giggle as he leaves, muttering, “I love you, too.” You hear the door close and lock as he uses his spare key to secure it.

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As you finish getting ready you see that you now have 30 minutes to grab Spencer and get to work, the holiday party hosted by Hotch and Rossi will be taking up most of your day. The B-Team took the cases for the day so that your team could celebrate.  

Santa baby, I want a yacht, and really, that's not a lot, been an angel all year. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. 

Hurry, hurry, my Santa baby, ah.

You walk downstairs to his apartment and open the door with your key to see him slipping his shoes on, his satchel swinging over his body, and hitting him in the face. “Ouch,” he mumbles, not expecting the giggle that escapes your mouth as he looks up he is greeted by the face and figure of the woman he has loved for so long as he straightens, now fully ready to make his way to the holiday party with you in tow. 

Santa honey, one little thing I really do need, the deed…to a platinum mine. 

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

As you both quickly make your way to the car, the cold air hitting any exposed skin it can meet, you giggle beside each other taking in all the time of the 23 minutes you have left that you can spend together. He opens your door and runs around to get in on his side and begins to drive toward the FBI office. You turn on the radio and a song begins to play, one you know all too well as it is one of your favorite Christmas songs, “Santa Baby” by Eartha Kitt. It plays in tandem with your voice as you sing to Spencer as he drives, occasionally looking at you and giggling. 

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks, sign your X on the line. 

Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

The station continues to play until you reach the office of your job with 10 minutes left before you would be considered to be on time for the event. He parks and goes to turn off the car but the song that comes on holds both of you in place as it is one that both of you dear. “Baby, it’s Cold Outside” by Frank Loesser, covered by Idina Menzel and Micahel Buble, plays as you both sing the song. The duet soon ends and you both begin to make your way to the office with 7 minutes left but you both continue singing and giggling to the elevator and up to the bullpen only stopping once you open the doors. The vibe of the bullpen is different than normal, thanks to Penelope’s decorations, but subtle enough that you both muster some degree of your daily professionalism. 

Come and trim my Christmas tree with some decorations bought at Tiffany's. I really do believe in you, let's see if you believe in me. 

The party is refreshing and soft when you both arrive, a break in the atmosphere, unusual to the normal horrors of its usual sight. Henry and Michael are running around being the little buttheads that they are, Emily, Derek, Penelope, Will, and JJ are all conversing in a corner about god knows what. Hotch and Rossi are drinking non-alcoholic versions of their usuals talking about who cares what and you and Spencer are set on just walking around and enjoying the day. The party is going well, surrounded by the friends you made and the family you have created is the only thing you could ask for being away from your family during this holiday and you relax thinking about it. Garcia says something about a montage she has curated and ushers everyone to sit down and watch it. You sit next to Spencer, holding his hand and leaning on his shoulder as it begins to play. 

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring, I don't mean on the phone.

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. 

As the montage begins you notice that it is less a montage of the whole team, but more a compilation of you and Spencer together and then you in candid pictures. You began to giggle and looked over at Spencer only to gasp in shock as he had moved away from you to kneel. You began to silently cry as he started his speech to you about how you were the best thing to ever happen to him, how looking at you made him smile, that you were what everything in his life had led him to, and that he was so happy to have you. He then asked that question that caused the biggest smile to display upon your features, “Will you marry me? Make me happy every day of the rest of our lives.” You nod incessantly, unable to speak as the team looks on enjoying the moment just as much as the two of you. You were glad to share the happiness with them. Happy that you had met him on that fateful day working that case. 

Santa baby, ah

Hurry, hurry, my Santa baby, ah.

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I am Motaz Mohamed ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

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so sorry yall but I gotta put this on hold ☹️☹️

new ron fic coming who cheered

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new ron fic coming who cheered

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dick grayson

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wally west

peter parker

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- 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 -

apocalypse || blaise zabini x gn!reader

summary: sharing the first I love you's

inhale, exhale || blaise zabini x gn!reader

summary: the anxieties of final exams and unexpected comforts

shot in the dark || blaise zabini × muggleborn!reader

summary: Blaise can’t help his feelings for you, but you know it could never work

- 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

happy you exist || harry potter x fem!reader

summary: Harry shares his fears, and Y/n is there to comfort him.

- 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 -

hidden confessions || hermione granger x fem!reader

summary: Y/n and Hermione confess their feelings while studying in the library

slow dancing || hermione granger x fem!slytherin!Reader

summary: Hermione and Y/n share more than a dance on the night of the Yule ball.

- 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 -

first time for everything || ron weasley x gn!reader

summary: Y/n convinces Ron to have a date at an ice skating rink.