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Wondering if I can stop my Dreville ficlet here or if I need to add just a bit more…. Ending a story is always the hardest part for me. 

“You’re not funny, Longbottom.” Draco muttered, wincing at how horse and fragile his voice sounded. 

“I am. Some people just don’t appreciate it.” Neville said, a smile on his face that made Draco reach out and touch his cheek. Neville still smiled, his eyes sparkling and Draco breathed out, taking a little step closer. 

“Nev, I-” 

“Kiss me again, Draco.” 

“W-What?” Draco asked, heartbeat rising as Neville just smiled, his eyes full of anticipation and something else that made Draco’s knees feel weak. Neville nodded, seeming totally at ease and comfortable. Draco licked his lips, stroking Neville’s cheek and then he just went for it. 

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I found my inspiration to add more to this Draco/Neville ficlet I had started. It ended on a very sad note and I usually try to end my fics happy or at least hopeful. I put it aside a few days, started a Drarry fic and now I’m able to continue with this one. 

Why do I always write Draco so shy?! I kinda love it 😀 

“It was just an idea, Draco. We don’t have to if-”

“What?” Draco asked, blinking in confusion as he glanced at Neville. Neville shot him questioning look, a hint of worry in his eyes. He gestured down and Draco remembered their previous conversation. His Mark, right. 

“No, it’s-it’s fine. I don’t mind you looking into it. But-” Draco stopped, mentally berating himself for not shutting up sooner. Neville raised an eyebrow in question, having stepped up next to Draco, watching the greenhouse also. 

“It’s beautiful,” Draco mentioned, trying to change the subject. He was very aware of Neville standing next to him, a mix of potting soil, different traces of flowers and something pure Neville underneath it all. It was intoxicating and Draco wanted to wrap himself around Neville, breathe him in deeply and just stay like that forever. 

“Draco, is everything alright?” Neville asked, placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder and Draco pulled in air, his knees feeling weak. Neville stepped in front of him, the beginning frown deepening as he placed both his hands on Draco’s shoulders. “Draco? You didn’t touch one of the plants, right?” Draco shook his head, feeling Neville’s eyes on his face as the pressure on his shoulder intensified. He swallowed, his hands feeling sweaty, his stomach dropping as Neville’s hand moved from his shoulder to his cheek. “You really don’t look so good, maybe we need to-”

Oh no.

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I started reading a Drarry fic today (Yes, I am finally going over my ‘Mark for later’ list on Ao3) and of course, now I started to write some Drarry too. Why am I like this?!  

Harry stood in front of the classroom door, debating if he was really going to go in there. He saw the light coming out from underneath the door and he leaned forward, placing his ear on it to try and listen. He heard the clinking of glass, the sizzling of potions and suddenly a loud curse as glass broke. Harry stepped inside, the door falling against the wall with a loud bang as he looked left and right, wand ready in his hand. 

“What the- Dammit, Potter, be careful!” Malfoy’s voice filled the space up and Harry stepped back as a purple and orange slime traveled his way. The smell was sickening and Harry covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his back pressed against the wall as the slime seemed to move faster, as if it had noticed Harry and was trying to catch him. 

“Consumpti.” Malfoy snapped, his wand producing a brown light that froze the slime in place. It made the strangest sound, seeming to struggle to break free but Malfoy repeated the spell, his face pure concentration as he flicked his wrist. Something twisted inside Harry’s stomach as he watched Malfoy. The slime slowly retreated, leaving behind burn stains on the floor and Harry breathed out in relief when Draco closed and sealed the lid of the container the slime had slithered into. 

“Hey, Malf- Draco..” Harry said after a few moments, closing the door behind him carefully and avoiding the stains on the floor as he made his way over to Draco’s desk. It still felt unnatural to use Draco’s first name but Harry was trying. After all, Draco had saved him and his friends from Voldemort by lying to the wizard and that was something Harry would never forget. 

“What are you doing here?” Draco snapped, his grey eyes shooting fire as they met Harry. Harry smiled sheepishly, touching his forehead before shrugging a shoulder. He honestly didn’t know. He just knew he needed to get out of the Great Hall. Feeling all those eyes on him, hearing the whispers behind his back, the fleeting touches he felt on his shoulders and arms. It had all been too much suddenly and he’d fled, barely able to just walk and not run like Death Eaters were after him. 

“I-I just-” Harry stopped, snapping his mouth shut and looking down at Draco’s desk instead. He placed his hands on the firm wood, fingers tracing some patterns before looking up again. He opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say but Draco held up a hand to interrupt him. 

Don’t waste my time, Potter. I have some potions to finish so just tell me what you want and then get out.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, Draco. And my name is Harry.” Harry said, seeing the strange, disbelieving look in Draco’s eyes. He couldn’t exactly blame him, Harry himself wasn’t sure what he was doing here. All he knew was that he was able to breathe again and they stared at each other for a few more moments before Draco huffed, waving a hand to a nearby chair. 

“Fine. Just sit there and don’t touch anything.”

Done for tonight. 

“I-I need to sit. I- Draco.” Harry breathed out deeply, his body tingling as Draco stepped away, eyes going over Harry’s body. He stopped at Harry’s groin, eyebrows going up and Harry tried to pull free, wanting to turn around to hide.

“Don’t.” Draco said, pulling Harry with him to the sofa, sitting down first and patting his lap.
“Draco, I- I’ve never-” Harry whispered, looking down at the ground. Draco squeezed his hand and Harry looked up, seeing nothing but kindness and understanding.

“We can just kiss for a bit longer, Harry.” Draco smiled encouragingly and Harry let out a breath, sitting down on Draco’s lap.

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I started reading a Drarry fic today (Yes, I am finally going over my ‘Mark for later’ list on Ao3) and of course, now I started to write some Drarry too. Why am I like this?!  

Harry stood in front of the classroom door, debating if he was really going to go in there. He saw the light coming out from underneath the door and he leaned forward, placing his ear on it to try and listen. He heard the clinking of glass, the sizzling of potions and suddenly a loud curse as glass broke. Harry stepped inside, the door falling against the wall with a loud bang as he looked left and right, wand ready in his hand. 

“What the- Dammit, Potter, be careful!” Malfoy’s voice filled the space up and Harry stepped back as a purple and orange slime traveled his way. The smell was sickening and Harry covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his back pressed against the wall as the slime seemed to move faster, as if it had noticed Harry and was trying to catch him. 

“Consumpti.” Malfoy snapped, his wand producing a brown light that froze the slime in place. It made the strangest sound, seeming to struggle to break free but Malfoy repeated the spell, his face pure concentration as he flicked his wrist. Something twisted inside Harry’s stomach as he watched Malfoy. The slime slowly retreated, leaving behind burn stains on the floor and Harry breathed out in relief when Draco closed and sealed the lid of the container the slime had slithered into. 

“Hey, Malf- Draco..” Harry said after a few moments, closing the door behind him carefully and avoiding the stains on the floor as he made his way over to Draco’s desk. It still felt unnatural to use Draco’s first name but Harry was trying. After all, Draco had saved him and his friends from Voldemort by lying to the wizard and that was something Harry would never forget. 

“What are you doing here?” Draco snapped, his grey eyes shooting fire as they met Harry. Harry smiled sheepishly, touching his forehead before shrugging a shoulder. He honestly didn’t know. He just knew he needed to get out of the Great Hall. Feeling all those eyes on him, hearing the whispers behind his back, the fleeting touches he felt on his shoulders and arms. It had all been too much suddenly and he’d fled, barely able to just walk and not run like Death Eaters were after him. 

“I-I just-” Harry stopped, snapping his mouth shut and looking down at Draco’s desk instead. He placed his hands on the firm wood, fingers tracing some patterns before looking up again. He opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say but Draco held up a hand to interrupt him. 

Don’t waste my time, Potter. I have some potions to finish so just tell me what you want and then get out.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, Draco. And my name is Harry.” Harry said, seeing the strange, disbelieving look in Draco’s eyes. He couldn’t exactly blame him, Harry himself wasn’t sure what he was doing here. All he knew was that he was able to breathe again and they stared at each other for a few more moments before Draco huffed, waving a hand to a nearby chair. 

“Fine. Just sit there and don’t touch anything.”

Greg Lestrade/Bucky Barnes: I’m alright. – Rea…

Greg Lestrade/Bucky Barnes: I’m alright. – Readingfanfics – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]:

Summary:

“You need new locks.”

“No, I don’t.” Greg sighed, trying to ignore his friend as he prepared his tea.

“And you need a security system. I’ll ask Stark to install one for you.”

“No, you won’t.”
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Greg got hurt and Bucky is not happy about it.

Have a strange pairing ficlet before bed! I hope you enjoy it. 

I can’t keep you for myself. – Readingfanfics …

I can’t keep you for myself. – Readingfanfics – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]:

Summary:

Greg has been in love with Sherlock for years and 3 weeks ago they finally kissed. Now Greg is sure he’s not good enough for his partner. Sherlock needs to convince him otherwise.

Someone left kudos on this today. I sometimes go to the story they left kudos on and re-read it. A lot of the times, I don’t even know what the story is about anymore.

This one was written in 2017 and reading it back now, I can clearly see that I’ve improved in my writing. It’s good to do that once in a while, go back and read older fics. See how those ‘bad’ ones have helped you improve over the years. 

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This idea sort of jumped into my head this morning as I was walking my dog Shadow. So, before I forget it, I wrote a few things down. Sometimes it’s just easier to write the dialogue and add a few things of what I want the character to do. Then, when I have time (and want too) I can start from this document and add on to the story. 

“Draco?”    

“I, euh, saw you leave. Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, Longbottom. Just fine.” 

“Here, I brought you some Christmas pudding. It’s really good.” 

“Is this a special version for me, Longbottom?”

Frown N

“Maybe with a pinch of poison to intensify the taste?” 

“What? No, why would I?”

eyebrow raise D

“As if you don’t have a million reasons to want me dead.” 

“I don’t. By Merlin, Draco! Do you really think that I could-” Stops and shakes head. 

Silence

“Okay then. You have no reason to trust me so-” pulls out spoon, takes a bite of the pudding. 

“Urg.” Makes a weird face, clutches chest, Draco moves towards him, shaking him. 

“Neville? Neville!” 

“Just as tasty as I remember it.” 

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Started on a Mystrade Vamplock. It’s been a while since I wrote a vamplock and I saw a lovely artwork on Tumblr that inspired me. 

“Gregory. Please stop looking at me like that. I will be fine.” 

“You could have died, Mycroft. I’ll look at you however I like.” 

“I’m already dead, Gregory.” 

“Don’t be an arse.” Greg grumbled, punching Mycroft’s shoulder but of course, the vampire didn’t move. He probably didn’t even feel it. Greg ran a hand through his hair, sighing before he sat down in front of Mycroft. 

“Take off your shirt.” 

Mycroft raised an eyebrow but Greg refused to blush, just crossing his arms in front of him. Mycroft rolled his eyes but did as he was told and Greg bit his lip as he saw the many cutlines on Mycroft’s torso and stomach. 

“Dammit, Mycroft!”

My writing goals.

In 2020, I’m going back to writing fanfiction. 

2019 wasn’t a good year for my writing. I doubted myself constantly. I wrote what I thought people expected to read. I got too caught up in comparing myself with others and getting jealous of other people’s accomplishments and update schedules. (Sorry @27dragons and @tisfan) I wasn’t a very good friend/fellow writer because of it. I wasn’t a very good friend to myself. 

I did a major writing stop. I just couldn’t write anymore. I was stressed out, unsure and just frustrated with my own thoughts. I’m lucky to have good and supportive friends who helped me in this difficult and unsure moment. They let me talk about my worries, my fears, my frustrations. It really helped me. 

Since around September, it has gotten better. I started writing again, just for myself. I saved all my stories on Google Drive and didn’t show it here or on AO3. I wrote what inspired me, either a drawing by a friend ( thank you @chained-to-the-mirror and @morgendaemmerung89) or another fanfiction that blew my mind ( Dreville writers, thank you so much!). 

I tentatively posted a few ficlets this month and I’m grateful for every kudos and comment I get. I try to not look at numbers and statistics. I wrote a story I wanted to write, I felt good while writing it and now I get the share it with my friends/readers and that is enough. 

I think my goal for 2020 is to post 1 story a month. I know that is insanely small and I do feel a little foolish for typing it here, but, that’s what will work for me. I’m not a fast writer. I’m not capable of writing every day. Even in good times, I tend to skip days or weeks. That’s just how I am and that’s okay. I’ve come to learn that people will find me when I post a new story. 

So yes. One story a month, for all of 2020. Maybe some months it will be more, but it will at least be 1 story every month. 

And now, it is time to go to bed. Have a good week people! 

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