Some oneshots of your favorites!
I write for:
- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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I own none of these characters. All rights go to their respective creator:
- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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"Seriously? The Black Lake?" Harry asks, sneaking up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You chuckle, looking out across the water.
"Yes, the Black Lake. It's where you asked me out, remember?" He kisses your shoulder.
"How could I forget?" he mumbles. You grin as he spins you around to face him, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of him. A click interrupts us and you pull away, looking toward the sound. There, stands the roach, Rita Skeeter. You groan outwardly, make sure she knows she's unwanted.
"May I help you?" you ask, your attitude making itself known. She makes a face. Harry wraps his arm around your waist to keep you rooted at his side in case you try to jump her, which you might.
"If the next competition goes wrong, you two will make the front page!" she exclaims, her dumb, floating pen writing down lies on her notepad.
"Leave," you deadpan, her presence more annoying than Malfoy's.
"My, my, how rude," she mumbles.
"Only to nosy leeches," you shoot back. She harrumphs and storms away, her shoes sticking in the dirt. Harry sighs once she's out of sight.
"She's going to write a whole bloody column on that," he warns. You snort.
"Let her. I couldn't care less." Harry leads you to the edge of the lake and you sit down. Once he's comfortable, you move to his lap. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.
"What's the next one about?" you ask, breaking the silence.
"Merpeople in the Black Lake," he replies, the wind rustling his hair. You turn to him and brush his hair from his face.
"You need a haircut," you tease. He grins, his blue eyes meeting mine. "After the tournament, that's what I'm doing." He kisses your cheek and you smile.
"Whatever you say."
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"You have to be kidding me!" you exclaim, slamming the paper down. Harry jumps at your outburst while Hermione just looks at the paper.
"'Young love, so stirring. Potter and (Y/L/N) cuddle up by the Black Lake. No word on how (Y/L/N)'s ex lover, Cedric Diggory, is taking this news...'" Hermione trails off. Your eyes widen and you slam onto the bench, crossing your arms.
"Yeah, let's pair me up with my cousin," you scoff. Ron chuckles and Hermione hits him over the head with the paper.
"What?" He asks, his mouth full of food per usual. You roll your eyes. Harry wraps an arm around you comfortingly.
