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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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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"Thank you and goodnight!" The crowd cheers as Draco throws his guitar pick and run off stage. He smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug. Despite the sweat, you return the hug.
"You were great tonight, Draco!" He kisses your cheek and takes his guitar from around his neck. He hands it to a stagehand and throws his arm over your shoulder. You walk out to his tour bus only to be met with paparazzi and fans. He removes his arm from your shoulder and smiles at everyone. You stand off to the side, watching as he signs people's various objects. CDs, shirts, phone cases, and more. He poses with them and you smile at the joy on his face. Someone taps your shoulder and you turn around.
"Are you and Draco an item?" the man asks. You smile and prepare to answer, but Draco steps in.
"Assistant, mate." Your heart drops and you don't bother hiding your hurt. You nod to the paparazzi and push through the crowd and onto the tour bus. You sit on the couch, taking out your wand and casting the Avis charm, watching as tiny golden birds float around the bus. You smile softly. Hermione showed you how to conjure different breeds of birds in your third year and since then, you use it when you're sad or stressed.
A few minutes later, Draco climbs onto the bus and collapses on the couch beside you, watching the birds fly around. He glances at you before sighing.
"What's wrong?" You snort.
"Nothing's wrong." He turns to you fully, glancing at the door before looking at you.
"You only cast Avis when you're upset, love." Your eyes darken.
"Don't call me that." He furrows his eyebrows.
"Why? What is it?"
"You shouldn't flirt with your assistant," you spit. He sighs and rubs his forehead.
"It's nothing like that, (Y/N). You know I don't want them knowing."
"Because I'm just some random, right? Draco, I'm your best friend. Not some assistant." He takes your hand and you let him.
"I know. I know you're not. You mean so much to me. I just don't want you in the world of paparazzi."
"News flash, Malfoy, I already am. You forget who my father is? He literally owns the label you're on," you remind him. He grins. You look down at your phone when it dings, missing what Draco said.
Read this, the text from Charlie Weasley reads. You click on the image and scan the words.
"'Oh, what a good connection to have. Got me where I am today because of the grapevine. I encourage every budding artist to get someone like (Y/N) to get a boost,' Draco Malfoy, the up and coming heartthrob speaks of his assistant, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."
Your heart drops as you realize that this is the unreleased interview your dad told you about. Draco didn't want it published because he said he accidentally spilled about the release of his album.
Looks like he didn't want you to see it for another reason.
You save the image, shoot a thank you text to Charlie, and delete the messages so Draco doesn't find out who sent it.
"What the hell is this?" you ask, showing him the image. His eyes scan the words and you can almost hear his heart stutter. He looks up at you, his eyes portraying guilt and worry.
"It was a little joke. I promise I explained later that you're my best friend—"
"Stop lying!" you shout, standing abruptly. "You know what? Now that I think about it, I don't think it is a joke. You refuse to acknowledge that you know me in public. You don't look at me, touch me, you don't even breathe in my direction. You're using me to get to my father. Because I have influence," you rant, your voice increasing in volume as you get angrier.
"Keep your voice down," he warns. You laugh humorlessly as he digs his own grave deeper.
"No. People deserve to know you as the snake you are." You grab your wand and turn to him, deciding to take a page out of Hermione's book. "Oppungo." The canaries line up and propel themselves at Draco. He barely manages to deflect them and looks at you wide-eyed. You glare at him and storm out of the tour bus, slamming the door behind you. Paparazzi and fans immediately gather around, shooting off questions.
"Why do you look upset? What happened?" one of the men with a camera asks. You push past him, wiping your eyes free of tears.
"(Y/N)!" You don't stop. You walk faster toward the parking lot. Before you can even step out of the bus parking, a hand grabs your upper arm and turns you around. You look into Draco's grey eyes and ignore the sparks in your chest. "I didn't mean it." You roll my eyes and yank your arm free.
"Don't lie. I'm just a means to an end." You ignore the clicks of the cameras, the fans falling silent as they listen to the heated exchange.
"You're not. You're the one that I—" Your breath stalls and you wait for him to say the words you want him to say. The words you've wanted to say. The words that will make you stay. "Someone I care about." You clench your jaw as tears of frustration prick your eyes.
"Wrong answer." You turn around and walk away from Draco, vowing to never look back.
