Something Sweet

Something Sweet

I had two accounts here but then i decided tha i’ll use this one and ow writing what i wrote in the other account

Fanfiction : One Direction

Pairings : Harry x Zayn

Warnings : Fluff, implied stuff, touching

Mini imagine, massive blurb

Having a writer's block was something Harry never faced. It was his enemy. Something he absolutely despised. He had written so many songs based on his life - his unexplored sexuality, his thoughts on touch, love, girls, men and Louis. He just wanted the fans to see what Zayn meant to him.

Sitting in his office room, Harry thought of taking a break. A break. His room was right next to the kitchen in that shared apartment. There was a warm, salty vanilla-like smell that lured him straight into the kitchen.

And there he was. The Perfect Man. HIS Perfect Man, Zayn. He had gotten off the phone talking to Gigi about their daughter and parental duties. He was making those 'small mutton pastries' for his daughter.

Harry did not like Gigi. The way her family treated Zayn; if only they were lucky enough to see his side. He did like the little girl though. Maybe he thought he'll have one with Zayn or a mini guy Darcy but he did somehow.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and sat on one of the bar stools opposite perfection. Zayn had heard Harry's grunting while sitting on that stool and boy did it do something to him !

"What're ya makin' ?"

"Did you write anything for the new title track?"

"What're ya makin' Zayn ?"

"Samosas. Do you want one ?"

"Can I have you instead? "

Something Sweet

Fanfiction : One Direction

Pairings : Harry x Zayn

Warnings : Fluff, implied stuff, touching

Mini imagine, massive blurb

Having a writer's block was something Harry never faced. It was his enemy. Something he absolutely despised. He had written so many songs based on his life - his unexplored sexuality, his thoughts on touch, love, girls, men and Louis. He just wanted the fans to see what Zayn meant to him.

Sitting in his office room, Harry thought of taking a break. A break. His room was right next to the kitchen in that shared apartment. There was a warm, salty vanilla-like smell that lured him straight into the kitchen.

And there he was. The Perfect Man. HIS Perfect Man, Zayn. He had gotten off the phone talking to Gigi about their daughter and parental duties. He was making those 'small mutton pastries' for his daughter.

Harry did not like Gigi. The way her family treated Zayn; if only they were lucky enough to see his side. He did like the little girl though. Maybe he thought he'll have one with Zayn or a mini guy Darcy but he did somehow.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and sat on one of the bar stools opposite perfection. Zayn had heard Harry's grunting while sitting on that stool and boy did it do something to him !

"What're ya makin' ?"

"Did you write anything for the new title track?"

"What're ya makin' Zayn ?"

"Samosas. Do you want one ?"

"Can I have you instead? "

I really need inspiration to write

I'll write an imagine as you'd like.

:)

Salazar Slytherin

Night changes || Draco Malfoy x fem! Reader

Just a third person’s point of view

Warning : Implied smut, kissing, sexual thoughts. IDK hand holding ?

Pairings : Draco malfoy x female slytherin reader.  

1st September, 1991.

Them meeting each other in the train was just as normal as meeting every other day. Their families had close bonds and so the children were also tolerable towards each other. 

1st September, 1992.

This time they were seen off by only their mothers. The children went and sat down in a compartment avoiding all the sneaky, git- like gryffindors. Of course they’d been taught the meaning of ‘blood purity’ and they took it seriously. Second year came by and went.

1st September, 1993.

The year when puberty takes you on a ride. His hair were falling from the sides. He had parted his hair, no gel, he was a bit taller and had started to wear his tailored black suits to complete the image of being a Malfoy. She had grown tall too. She had started wearing earrings more often and wearing long, light greenish dresses to keep up with her name and reputation in the wizarding world. This year they had started to talk a lot more. Being in the same houses was an added bonus to them. Their family was just as happy and them being in a euphoric stage of experiencing boys and girls and doing activities which were frowned upon by some. 

One day, after coming back from the library, Draco saw her going to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She has tear stains on her face. She was obviously crying and had decided to wash her face since she didn’t want Draco to see her like that. Too bad he did. 

He followed her acting like some crazy stalker without calling her name. Just walking briskly silently.  

When she entered the bathroom, she walked over to the sink and washed her face. She grabbed a face towel from the side of the basin and looked up only to see Draco with a concerned look. He had tried to ask her what was wrong but she didn’t budge at all. He thought he had heard her mutter, “some stupid git told ‘em I was sleeping around”.

Turned out someone had. He beat them to a pulp the next day for hurting his “angel” as he started to call her. 

1st September, 1994.

The yule ball. They had gone together. They were fair dancers to be honest. Their friends had been out with their dates from different houses to which upon hearing they only scoffed and said, “isn’t she a muggle-born” or ,“isn’t he a squib like creature”. 

She had worn a soft green champagne dress down to her heels. With a simple pearl necklace Draco had gifted her and an ancestral watch along with black heels that complemented her oh so wonderfully. Her hair was all shiny and let down just like normal school days.

Draco looked dapper in his dress robes. He was wearing a white-button up shirt with a light pink bow, an all black coat with shiny black shoes. His hair was parted to one side with no gel. 

They had danced and drank so much that day. They were just a little bit tipsy but still sober enough to walk themselves to their dormitories. Draco tried holding her hand to which she didn’t realize what was happening. He thought his hands were clammy and excused himself from the dance floor. Just as he walking out of the great hall, she walked hurriedly after him and held his hand and asked him to stay back. He did. He was just imagining his hands were clammy. 

That night several witches and wizards were in other beds. Not specifically their own. Girls in boys’ beds and Boys and girls’ beds. 

The effects of the drinks were wearing off. And now they were fully sober. They were holding hands and walking down to the dungeons to sleep in their own beds but Salazar had other plans for them. 

They were walking silently, holding hands when she stopped in her tracks and said, “Draco, stop”.

“Why angel? What is it?”.

She was fumbling and fidgeting with her hands when he pulled her closer to him.

“Angel is this fine ?“

“Uh yes, this is what i wanted- i mean yeah this is wonderful no this is fine no that’s not what i meant i thought -. Let me just start over. Can i kiss you?“

“Angel, yes.“

He put his one hand on her lower back the other one cupping her jaw well. She held onto him as if her life depended on him. She had placed her hands on his face and kissed him tenderly. 

Once he broke the kiss they smiled at each other. They kissed again. Pulled from the kiss and kissed again. This happened so many times and as they got lost into each other, they didn’t even realize she was in his dormitory. His friends were somewhere else to which he was so thankful for. 

They were both lying on his bed. She was wearing a black shirt which he borrowed her. She wasn’t wearing any lowers. She just felt comfortable like that and this was Draco. Her friend?. He was wearing his usual emerald green joggers. He didn’t wear a shirt to sleep that day for some reason as she kept on blushing while looking at him and hearing his response with his signature smirk plastered on his face, “Like what you see angel? I mean I know I’m beautiful. But nothing and no one compares to you of course.” 

“Well thank you Draco.“

“I want you. Your love, your pain, your sadness. I want all of you and of course a few treats here and there.“ She laughed so loudly at the latter part he felt satisfied for the night and the days to come. 

“Only if you’re willing to share yours. Treats included Draco Malfoy.“ 

“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary