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    Santa, I Want a Biker

    Everyone in your friend group has someone to kiss under the mistletoe. Everyone except you. So on Christmas Eve, you make one last wish for the perfect boyfriend.Not expecting much. The next morning, you find a biker under your Christmas tree, tied with a red ribbon. Your Christmas wish actually came true. And judging by the way he's looking at you, it seems your Christmas wish didn't just come true. It seems Santa didn't just bring you a biker. He brought you trouble wrapped in a ribbon.

    Christmas PresentsBikersWishesHotSlow BurnChristmas EveFluffNaughty
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    maud_xsx

    โ‹†หš๊ฉœ๏ฝก โ–•โƒโƒค Darker Than Gold | Cedric Diggory

    Who knew Cedric Diggory had a dark side? Well, Y/N and Theodore Nott are about to find out when a jealous Cedric interrupts Theodore just as heโ€™s asking Y/N to the Yule Ball. Cedric has always been Hogwartsโ€™ golden boy, kind, charming, fair, and seemingly incapable of doing anything wrong. But heโ€™s been quietly falling for Y/N for longer than she realizes, and watching Theodore make his move brings out a possessive side heโ€™s spent months trying to keep hidden. The feelings he was too afraid to admit finally push him past the point of restraint. Now Y/N is caught between two boys who want her for very different reasons, and Cedric is done waiting for his chance. What happens when the golden boy finally shows Y/N whatโ€™s hiding underneath? (This is my first HP story that I have made publicly :O and I read the books in like 2-4 grade hehe im gonna be so real with yall :3 i hope you enjoy! Please comment and like! I love to see how your stories go!)

    Protective Cedric DiggoryYule Ball (Harry Potter)Pining Theodore NottDark CharacterHogwartsJealousyUnresolved Romantic TensionChristmas EveHogwarts Inter-House RivalriesLove TrianglesGood Theodore NottPossessive BehaviorMagicMagic SchoolCedric Diggory Lives
    ๐Ÿฅˆ 5.2k
    ilomilo10

    A Royal Christmas

    โ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜•๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ 600-๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ-๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜บ. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ'๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต. ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด, ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ.โž

    ChristmasChristmas EveMysteryRoyaltyMarried CoupleFamily FluffHumorFluff and Smut
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    h3rT3ss88

    Christmas Carol

    It was Christmas Eve. 2:31pm to be exact. Adults and children were wandering, sliding and yelling about across streets and through windows, greetings, goodbyes and fairwells drifted through the air like a smell that lingered but no one minded, if felt good, cold, snow blanketed over the streets and roofs, children were making snowmen, throwing snowballs, sliding down icy hills ect.

    FluffAngstHurt/ComfortRomanceHumorPuppetsChristmasChristmas Eve
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    N_J