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hadesrise · 1 year

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𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

summary ➳ harry noticed you’re not like any other slytherin

pairings ➳ harry james potter x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, mutual pining, foul language, reader being an adorable slytherin, touch-deprived harry, just the chosen one thirsting over reader lmao, mentions of making out, soft!slytherin reader, pet names ( darling, love )

author’s note ➳ rewatching harry potter made me recall the time when i used to fantasize about two persons from supposedly rival houses falling for each other and saying “fuck it” to their rivalry before making out. yes, it's typical, but i like it just the way it is.

Of all the houses in Hogwarts, it’s well known that Slytherin is the most disliked one due to their personality that doesn’t seem to include kindness regardless of how others treat them. This might have only been a stereotype that students from other houses pushed on Slytherin, but they had a very reasonable excuse for thinking of Slytherins that way because of a particular blonde haired snake and his goons that terrorize anyone and everyone they come across. Not only that, but most people from Slytherin are unpleasant to say the least and Harry can only name a few who aren’t, like Professor Slughorn for example.

So, understandably, Harry thought you’re going to be as unpleasant as other Slytherins too after Hermione accidentally bumped into you and dropped her books to scatter all over the ground. The Golden trio were walking down the hallway leading towards Hagrid’s hut, talking to one another about how Professor Trelawney freaked out again today at Divination, with Hermione carrying books more heavier than usual (the two boys offered to carry them but she refused), before they turned a corner and she collided on a rather hard chest.

She was going to apologize, but her eyes — in sync with Harry’s and Ron’s — landed on the green colored tie with silver stripes, and the blood immediately drained from her face. It’s not like she can’t defend herself, considering she sucker punched Malfoy on the third year, but dealing with a bunch of snakes can be really exhausting sometimes and frankly, she isn’t in the mood to fight with them today.

Without a word, Hermione crouches down to pick up her books. Much to their surprise, the Slytherin knelt down to help her gather the heavier and thicker books Ron and Harry were about to pick up.

When they finally made an effort to look at the unusual Slytherin Hermione bumped into, Harry was surprised to see a very good looking and attractive boy with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to spark under the light. Despite the books being heavy, you carried it easily as if they have the weight of a feather, placing another book on top of them — Harry figured you were reading it before the disaster struck.

“Are these books from Hagrid?”

The Chosen One felt his stomach fill with butterflies and heart suddenly beat rapidly at the sound of your soothing voice.

He was so used to Slytherins having that obnoxiously annoying voice, where he doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or rip them away from the sides of his head. But your voice was, even with a tone deeper than average, smooth and gentle. There was no hint of venom, distaste, unpleasantness, or despise. Just curiosity and interest. Harry also noticed you called Hagrid by his name rather than the awful big oaf other Slytherins call him all the time.

“Oh, uhm... Yes.” It took a while for Hermione to overcome the surprise and provide an answer.

“Interesting,” You hummed quietly. “I should drop by Hagrid and burrow some of his books too. He must have the book of Ancient Magical Creatures.” Muttering to yourself, the Golden trio couldn’t help but crack a smile when you seem to forget for a split second that you weren’t alone.

Gathering some courage, Harry decides to break your little bubble by hesitantly speaking. “Er — excuse me?”

“Yes?” You turn to look and catch his emerald eyes.

“You can come with us if you want. We don’t mind.”

A tiny bit of smile forms on your lips, almost unnoticeable. “With pleasure. Though, I don’t suppose it’s alright for Gryffindors to walk around with Slytherin.” You glanced around, “Some of the people from your house doesn’t tolerate their fellow Gryffindor hanging out with the rival house.”

“I think you’re okay,” Ron says reluctantly.

“If you say so.” Amusement flashes across your eyes. “Also, I’ll carry these books instead.” You didn’t let Hermione protest as you began to walk nonchalantly towards Hagrid’s hut with a slight delay to your steps; Harry figured you were purposely walking slower than your normal pace so it would be easy to walk with your shoulders lining with theirs.

You introduced yourself to them after successfully burrowing a book from Hagrid that you were searching for.

Ever since then, Harry would find himself scanning every classroom he’s in to look for you, taking mental notes of the similar classes you have together, and if you’re nowhere to be seen, he would just attempt to at least catch a glimpse of you in the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Sometimes, when he’s fortunate enough, your eyes would meet his across the hall and you would give him the faintest of smile before returning to your meal. Other times, when the both of you are free, you would talk with each other for a while until the next class comes.

Spending his time with you made Harry notice things — such as how you’re mostly quiet, which isn’t very common in Slytherin; their loud voices being very distinguishable in the Great Hall explains that. You’re also a bit of a bookworm as he often sees you carrying or reading them around, it made him wonder why you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, but he suppose being interested in books doesn’t automatically make someone a Ravenclaw. He also noticed the way your facial expression rarely shows rapid or strong emotions, mostly expressing boredom to anyone and anything around you, if not, your face just remains emotionless with a what Harry knew was called resting bitch face. Though, your wonderful eyes do spark seemingly brighter when you’re with him.

Another brilliant thing is finding out you don’t tolerate any of Malfoy’s bullshit.

You seem to disagree with everything the blonde says, which leads to Malfoy spitting some nasty insults in attempt to get under your skin, only to cower away when you raise a brow at him paired with deadly calm expression, which is much scarier than anything in Harry’s opinion. You were definitely not like any other Slytherin he’s ever met.

“Ron, getting a detention at potions isn’t a good reason to set Professor Snape’s office on fire!” Hermione hissed.

“But ‘ermione, he’s horrible!” Retorts Ron and turns to his best friend to plead, “Back me up here, mate!”

However, he doesn’t receive a response as Harry was too busy ogling at a particular someone by the Slytherin’s table, his hand not moving from the parchment that began to be soaked in black ink due to his quill being pressed on it. Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly and followed Harry’s gaze, their eyes landing on you eating quietly while ignoring the chaos members from your house were bringing. You almost looked peaceful despite surrounded by loud chattering, laughter, and the clinks of utensils against the plate.

Your patience isn’t high; you often get annoyed easily, but the way you’re unbothered no matter what’s happening around you made it seem like your patience was limitless.

Hermione rolled her eyes after realizing Harry was waiting for you to notice and rolls up the parchment she had before whacking the back of his head with it, successfully snapping him out of his daydream. “What do you think’s gonna happen if you just stare at (Y/n)?”

The Chosen One cleared his throat, taking a glance at you and quickly returning it to his best friends. “What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just walk up to him in front of other Slytherins.”

“I’d rather see you do anything than ogle at him everyday and act like an idiot.” She sighs exasperatedly.

For a boy who survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort’s multiple serious death threats, he was one hell of an annoying dork when it comes to love. He was painfully obvious with his growing crush towards you, even other Gryffindors had begun to suspect it, yet haven’t done anything to change the relationship you two have — sure, it can be called friendship, but Hermione and almost all of their friends could agree it is more than that. They couldn’t honestly contain their frustration at Harry being content with just this.

“It’s no use, Hermione.” Ron whispered when Harry went back to ogling at you. “He says he’s not going to do anything about it unless he’s sure there’s a chance.”

Sighing, the bushy haired girl shakes her head and slumped on her seat defeatedly.

How long do they have to deal with a lovesick Harry?

Searching around the school grounds, Harry finally found you reading by the Black Lake, not caring that your robe might get dirty as you sat on the ground and read another book. It was a windy day that sent calm energy throughout your body, the rustling of leaves and the sound of lake soothing you more than usual, allowing you to focus more on the context of your book. You loved the silence where no voices or other noises can be heard, just the sound of nature slipping into your ears.

Harry slowly approached as to not startle you, but felt himself relax after you pay him no mind and sat down beside where you are. The sky seems brighter than he remembers, with only small particles of cloud littered all around.

“Are you feeling well?” You asked without looking up from your book, and Harry hugs his knees to his chest, watching the wind cause waves of water on the lake.

“Better now that I found you.” The seemingly flirtatious sentence was uttered in complete sincerity and seriousness that even Harry himself didn’t expect. The tip of his ears turned bright red in increasing embarrassment as you snapped your eyes to him, seeing an adorable blush spread rapidly across his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

You hum, slamming the book shut. Harry was now staring straight ahead at the lake, as if there was something interesting in it, making amusement appear on your usually expressionless face. “Look at you blushing, Potter. So adorable.” You whispered the last part, almost teasingly, and he blushes even more.

“Well, you’re adorable as well.” Harry dares meeting your eyes. His heart bangs even more loudly in his chest after seeing the almost loving look in them, finding himself admiring you.

All playfulness leaves your face as you stare into each other’s eyes with a mirroring hint of adoration. You shift to lean back on one of your hand while the other rise to brush a hair out of Harry’s forehead, before cupping his cheek, admiring the way his emerald eyes sparked under the warm sunlight. This is your first time seeing his face close and having the time to focus on his features more; you knew Harry was attractive the moment you set eyes on him, but you realized he looked almost ethereal at this point, making your heart flutter.

“Your eyes are really captivating,” You muttered, barely audible but reached Harry’s ears nonetheless.

He chuckled breathlessly, “I got it from my mum.”

“She must’ve been such a wonderful woman then.”

Your thumb gently rubbed his cheek and Harry couldn’t help but lean to your touch and close his eyes. He’s been touch-deprived for long, being touched with care and gentleness made him weak in the knees easily. A coo escape from your lips; an unlikely sound for Slytherin to make. Before Harry could process what was happening, you had set aside your book and pulled him to your lap, settling him between your legs. Harry blinks, surprised.

“I’m seriously soft for you, Potter. Too adorable.” You sigh, burying your hand through his dark locks and softly scratching his scalp.

Getting over his initial shock, Harry relaxed and made himself comfortable, letting his body rest against yours as he laid his head on your chest. It worried him that you might hear his rapidly beating heart, but honestly couldn’t bring himself to care when you were being so generous, holding him, playing with his hair. If others were to see you and him like this, they would certainly assume it’s the end of the world for two rival houses to be cuddly with each other when they usually spit hatred.

Though, after meeting you, Harry had begun to believe not all Slytherins are bad — it’s just that people, including himself, unfairly stereotyped them as a bunch of evil-doers only because of the choices that older people from Slytherin made in the past, which the young Slytherins are definitely not in control of. There are questionable Slytherins like Malfoy and his goons, but they’re not a reason for others to start generalizing that all students from the snake house is evil.

Slowly and albeit hesitantly, Harry wraps his arms around your back and nuzzles your chest. You’re absolutely different from other Slytherin members, but he still found it odd that a Slytherin is this nice and affectionate, especially when you’re usually quiet and socially distant, preferring to be alone with slightest bit of annoyance directed at your fellow housemates.

Closing his eyes as sleepiness start to fall over his eyelids, the Chosen One wondered why you’re only doing this with and to him. He’s never seen you with anyone before, and when he did, you always maintained clear distance from them, as if they held contagious disease. It made him feel special in any way, but also confused.

“(Y/n)?”

His sleepy voice make you chuckle softly. “Hmm?”

“Why are you so affectionate with me?”

Your hand playing with his hair abruptly stops, and for a second Harry thought he made a mistake of mentioning it. However, relief floods him when you went back to massaging his scalp. “Isn’t it obvious, Potter?”

He shakes his head. Don’t want to assume.

Silence falls as you stop your hand again. Curiosity of your expression plaguing his mind, Harry opens his eyes and looks up without moving from his laying position — his breath almost stopping when he came across a very loving gaze staring at him like he was the entire universe. His heart swell as heat rushes to his cheeks. He attempted to hide his face by burying it on your chest, but you held him still, hand cupping his cheek once again.

You don’t even give him time to react before you captured his lips on yours, practically stealing Harry’s breath away. Just a gentle kiss on the lips, but enough to make his brain fuzzy.

Pulling away before he could reciprocate, you smiled. Not a forced one, but genuine and coming from the bottom of your heart. “Does that answer your question, Harry?”

Despite the fluttering of his heart and the urge to jump up and down in pure joy, Harry pouts. “Not enough.”

You chuckled. “I need to be persuasive then.”

Needless to say, you both missed the next class making out by the Black Lake and not caring about getting caught.

Ron and Hermione were freaked out. The reason lies with Harry, who’s been in an awfully good mood the entire day to the point even Malfoy can’t get through him and he began noticing some good qualities in some of the Slytherin members. Don’t get them wrong, Harry being in a good mood is great because the boy deserves a day without constantly fighting for his life and feeling like everyone’s against him, but attempting to find the good qualities even in Malfoy? That’s when the two gets really concerned.

When lunch break comes around, Harry was still in a brilliant mood, smiling to himself because of whatever merlin knows. Ron and Hermione shares a look as they continue to eat, observing their best friend who began to look for you in the Slytherin table, his smile immediately widening after he sees you.

Hermione turns around just in time for you to look up from the foods and meet Harry’s eyes. Unexpectedly, a soft smile appears on your lips as you wave at him, not caring when your housemates see it. Harry chuckled, waving back, before you returned to eating your food in silence. The three of them witnessed Malfoy mutter something that caused you to roll your eyes and smack the back of his head with the book you were reading before.

“So,” Ron began after he and Hermione looked back at Harry. “Is there something you’re not telling us, ‘arry?”

The said boy only raised his eyebrows, unable to contain his grin.

“Come on, Harry!” Hermione urged.

Before anyone could respond, however, someone took a seat on the empty space beside Harry — turning their heads, they were surprised to see you there.

“Hello, love.” Harry almost melted at the pet name. You gave his best friends a polite smile, “Excuse him from your conversation for a moment, Hermione, Ron.”

“Of course, go ahead.” Neither of them could honestly deny a polite Slytherin no matter how much they want to.

“What is it?” Harry questioned, more than welcome to talk with you. However, you seem to have a different idea in mind as you leaned in without a word and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, hearing gasps erupt from multiple places — mainly Ron, Hermione, any Gryffindor who were wondering why a Slytherin paid Harry Potter a visit, Malfoy, his goons, and some other Slytherins who just happened to catch the moment. Few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their mouths open in shock as well.

There was a smug look on your face when you pulled away, smirking at Malfoy who was previously babbling some nonsense that you couldn’t possibly like Potter and are probably just using him. By the looks of it, you had succeeded in proving the blonde ferret wrong.

“What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly. You caught him off guard.

“Oh, nothing. Just proving to gits that Gryffindor and Slytherin are sometimes compatible if it’s with the right person.” You shrugged, resting an elbow on the table and putting your chin on the palm of your hand. “In short, I wanted to prove people wrong who says we can’t be together since you’re a Gryffindor as I am a Slytherin.”

“Wait, someone told you that?”

“Rumors of us being seen making out by the Black Lake travels fast,” You sipped on Harry’s pumpkin juice, which he didn’t mind even the slightest as he blushed, avoiding Ron’s and Hermione’s wide and intrigued eyes. “One little bird from Ravenclaw thought it’d be wise to practically squeal it in the hallways that the rumor’s impossible because of our houses rivalry.”

You snort, “As if we give a fuck about that.”

For the first time, Harry actually saw the Slytherin in you.

And he wasn’t going to complain, not when you’re not like any other.

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wileys-russo · 3 months

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alanna kennedy, “my left side is my best side”, golden hour beach

golden hour II a.kennedy

"mac gimme a piggyback!" you launched yourself onto the taller girl who grunted and stumbled forward slightly, hurrying to grab your legs as your arms wrap around her neck.

"can't your girlfriend do this?" the goalkeeper sighed, alanna a hundred or so metres ahead deep in conversation with ellie and hayley.

"don't act like you don't miss me when we're not on camp maccy." you cooed pinching her cheeks, the other girls turning to make their way down the stairs and onto the beach.

you'd grown up playing football with the goalkeeper and it was her who introduced you to alanna long before the two of you even started dating, but from day one you couldn't help but be drawn to the tall blondes confidence.

"right freeloader off! rides over." mackenzie dropped you down to your feet, racing onto the beach after caitlin who had taken peach off the leash, all of you playing a friendly in wollongong against portugal the coming weekend.

"don't you dare!" you stopped mid step, foot hovering above the sand as your girlfriend appeared. "my vintage dunks are not getting sandy or wet." alanna warned sternly as you gave her an innocent smile, forever raiding her extensive closet which may as well have been just as much yours as hers.

"piggyback then? turn around." you gestured as the blonde simply scoffed. "yeah you wish babe, sit." you nearly fell backwards as her hands fell to your shoulders and pushed you to sit on the stairs.

"lani!" you protested as your girlfriend pulled your shoes off, swatting your feet away as you tried to kick her away. "seriously? i'm not walking around barefoot its freezing!" you scowled as she shrugged.

"stop stealing my shoes then." the blonde smirked, holding them hostage in one hand as the other was extended for you to take. "give me yours then, they're already sandy." you bargained nodding down to the shoes on her own feet.

"why should i walk around barefoot? like you said babe, its freezing." the blonde scoffed as you fixed her with a firm look. "would you like to get laid in the next two weeks alanna?" you warned, her smile dropping and you could have laughed at the speed in which her shoes were stripped off and shoved onto your feet.

"you're like a horny teenage boy." you shook your head in disbelief, accepting her hand up. "well when your girlfriends as hot as mine is, you just can't help it babe." alanna smirked, lightly smacking your ass and stealing a kiss before you could tell her off.

stepping down onto the sand you watched a look of disgust cross the blondes face as she did the same. "why didn't you take your socks off you freak!" you laughed as she groaned.

"fuck i don't know i didn't think about it." she moaned in annoyance, handing you the shoes you'd previously been wearing and bending down to slip her socks off. "lani!" you shrieked as she tossed them at you with a grin.

"you're such a child." you shoved the shoes into her chest and took off walking, hearing her follow after you with an amused chuckle.

"work it for the camera, work it!" caitlin yelled out in a funny accent, mackenzie off running with peach and ellie as hayley posed for photos in front of the water and you all gassed her up. "oi el!" the brunette yelled as the defender zapped past and pushed her, sending her tumbling onto her ass.

"fuck now my jeans are all wet. ellie!" hayley took off after her with a growl, peach sprinting with them. "let me guess. you want trio photos?" you sighed as three phones were thrust toward you, the sunset meaning for optimal lighting as the mostly empty beach was bathed in a soft golden glow.

"would you like me to take these before its dark?" you smiled in amusement as the three girls bickered back and forth about how to pose and who to stand, finally falling into some sort of agreement as you snapped at least fifty pictures.

"okay. our turn!" alanna clapped, grabbing your hand as you hastily passed the phone to caitlin before you were dragged into your girlfriends strong hold.

"c'mere sexy." you squealed as suddenly your legs were wrapped around her waist and you clung onto her shoulders as she teasingly pretended to drop you. "now kiss me like you love me." the blonde grinned before puckering her lips expectantly.

"wait! my left side is my best side." alanna pulled back right before you could kiss her, your eyes rolling as did her best friends as she turned so her left side faced the camera.

"babe that was your cue to go 'oh lani baby you don't have a best side, they're both equally as gorgeous'." your girlfriend reminded, making a face as she clearly awaited the words to fall from your mouth which only curled into a smile.

"just shut up and kiss me you freak."

#woso community #woso #woso x reader #alanna kennedy x reader #alanna kennedy #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs

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aloe-wasser · 21 days

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Whenever I see someone thinking Harry's and Ron's grades are average or the guys are a bit dumb, I know it's coming from someone very young and unfamiliar with the British grade system of the 80s. I've just seen people complaining that Hermione received one EE as if it is horrible. Not in this specific universe!

Rowling clearly based Hogwarts' grading system on O-levels and A-levels from the 1980s, when she went to school. At that time, there was no grade inflation yet (nowadays, almost half of the year receives an A, and they have even added an A* to better differentiate).

The number of A grades was restricted to 10% at most. Students even got into universities with BBC grades, and B used to be something to be proud of.

A, B, and C assured you that you could continue with the subject at A-levels reserved for university applicants. I've seen our transfer students freaking out because of a B even though it's exceeding the expected amount of knowledge.

Hermione not receiving one O is just her not outshining everyone else in a single subject. Harry and Ron receiving that many good passes while not even studying half as much as Hermione is a tremendous achievement.

Moreover, let's remember that grades are correlated with high executive functioning skills, not high intelligence or general ability. The grade distribution was not bell-shaped the way the IQ is, even in the 80s. And the canon is pretty clear that magical power, at least at the school level, isn't either. So, the Golden Trio is brilliant; it's not 2024; they are in the UK. Let's mind the context while analyzing old books.

#owls #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #reality check #the golden trio

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mikaleialt · 6 months

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Ride It!| Bada Lee

Bada Lee x Reader

Fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble

Synopsis: In a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. For a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the Crew Battle Mission, after getting defeated by Mannequeen on the elimination round along with Wolf'lo and Lady Bounce.

C/w: based off of this post by @westwoodsvivi. Honestly I just wrote this to finally end my writer's block as I have been gone for more than a month now.

Street Woman Fighter 2 is finally over and although your team didn't make it to the top 4, you still continued to support the other teams until the end, especially when the winner of SWF 2 is the team leaded by your girlfriend.

And now here you are, preparing for the On the Stage concert. All of the teams are in one place again, practicing the dance routines they've performed during SWF 2.

You were finally on break and some of the dancers of each team started goofing around with each other, filming tiktok dances together with Redy who seem to just stand in the background of every video. You laugh at how Redy looks like a lost child standing behind Che Che, Debby, and Yoonji as the trio dance.

Bored in your own world you decided to set up your phone as you sat in the corner of the studio, and finally hit the 'Go live' button after getting permission from the staffs who told you that it is fine as long as you don't spoil anything about the concert.

Viewers immediately flooded the comments and you tried your best to greet everyone. The viewer count goes up by the second.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🤎"

"OMG Y/NNNNN 🥹"

"Hi from 🇦🇱"

"Ano ba tayo, Y/n 😩 (what are we, Y/n)"

You read each comments from fans greeting you, to trying to make you say a phrase in their language, to asking you how you have been.

"I'm doing good, as you all know, we're preparing for the upcoming concert. We're actually on a break right now and everyone is doing their own thing. And here I am, in my own space." You picked up your camera as you show the empty dance practice room that you are in right now.

"Honestly, I got bored during our break so I went live" you chuckled. "Everyone has been really busy these days, and I miss talking to you guys." You sent the viewers a flying kiss, which made the comment section go wild.

"AAAAAAHHHH"

"EXCUSE ME⁉️⁉️"

"THAT KISS WAS DEFINITELY FOR ME"

You immediately got embarrassed as you are not used to giving out fan service or acting cute for other people. You give it a few seconds for the fans to finally calm down once again.

"Hmm, there's still much time until we go back to practicing again, what should I do? What do you guys think?" You read the comments once again as each viewers suggest something for you to do. After a few more minutes you finally settled to do a Q and A.

"What is today's TMI?" You read one of the comments as you ponder to yourself what could you share to your viewers . "Hmm, today I arrived at the studio crying because I was watching that one video of that kid from My Golden Kid." You giggled. "It was a very sad clip, I was crying the whole time while I was on my way here."

A few more question pops up after that and you tried your best to answer each one. "Who do you find attractive among the SWF 2 leaders?" You read another question.

"Me, of course" you flip your hair sassily before laughing to yourself. "No, in all honesty, it's gotta be Kirsten or Bada. They're both really charismatic." You answered.

"What part of them do you find attractive?" You read the follow up question.

"For Kirsten, it's probably her hips. I'm not gonna lie, when I saw Kirsten dance for the first time, my whole attention was on her hips..." you shyly admit to your viewers.

"...as for Bada... I really like her nose" you said without any explanation as memories from a few nights ago came back to you.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"A-ahh Bada" your breath staggers as you move your hips, grinding your wet core on your girlfriend's face.

It was the night after BEBE won SWF 2 and you told Bada that you'll do whatever she asks for if they win, which leads you to the situation that you are in right now.

Bada's only wish from you as a reward is for you to sit on her face as she eats you out, which you did without any hesitation.

"That's it ride my face, baby" Bada speak against your pussy as she continues to eat it like a starved man.

You couldn't help but moan louder as your clit presses on the tip of Bada's nose. You continue to grind your puffy clit against it, each movement makes you shiver, as your girlfriend's tongue fucks your cunt relentlessly.

"I-I'm gonna—hah" your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure in your stomach builds up. "Yeah that's it, come for me baby" Bada said as she continues to eat you out.

Soon, a loud moan escapes from your lips as you finally had your release. Your legs were shaking as Bada continues to lap up your juices, each movement of her head under you, the tip of her nose touches your clit.

"So good to me baby, can you give me one more?" Bada sucks on your clit before diving back again into fucking your cunt with her tongue...

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"Ok let's get back to work" Funky Y announces as she enters the room which snaps you back to reality.

"So yeah anyway, that would be all. See you at the On the Stage concert everyone. Byeeee" You immediately pressed the 'End live' button, before putting down your phone.

"Oh Y/n, so you're here all along" The rest of the dancers enter the room one by one.

"Unnie, why is your face so red?" Sowoen pointed out your face. To which made you turn red even more. The whole time you are reminiscing about that night, you were blushing like crazy.

"It's nothing, I was just feeling hot." You excused yourself, but little do you know, a certain someone was actually watching your live earlier.

Bada approached you as she whispers something to your ears.

"So you like me nose huh, why don't you ride my face again once we got home?"

A/n: it's been a while omg, I missed writing. I'm slowly regaining my motivation to write again finally!!! I hope you like it, sorry if its not as good as you guys thought it would be. This is just a quick drabble to finally break my writer's block, I did not proofread this.

#bada lee fanfic #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #bada lee imagines #bada lee smut #bada lee #bada lee fluff #bada lee imagine #bada lee x fem reader #lee bada x reader #swf #Spotify

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lucyrose191 · 6 months

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ATHENA’S GIRL. luke (pjo) / pt 2

trailer > part 1 > part 2

( masterlist )

IN WHICH… Chaos endures on the trio’s trip to Camp Half-Blood and Luke learns that Y/N isn’t as tough as she projects herself to be. Upon finally arriving at camp, Y/N is met with a pleasant surprise when Athena claims her on the spot.

“Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you. I see you changing from how I've designed you. Have you forgotten your purpose?"

Warning : LONG chapter

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Athena had one goal in life; to create a dazzling warrior who would be worthy of calling themselves her golden child. She moulded her kids into the people she wanted them to be but they often strayed from her ideals, only disappointing her. Perhaps her biggest success in life was designing Y/N.

She was such a brilliantly bright teenager with a natural knack for fighting, using her prior learnt skills from numerous sports classes (all compulsory at her school). Athena liked to call Y/N her pride and joy. Or, she would’ve if she didn’t notice the fondness forming between Y/N and a certain Hermes son.

Y/N lay asleep on the train, resting her head in a pillow she had found in one of the compartments. Luke and Chris sat across from her, impatiently tapping their feet.

“Psst.” Luke whispered, nudging his friend, “You wanna check out the food cart?” Chris turned to stare at Luke, slight frowning.

“She told us to stick together.” He muttered back, gesturing over to Y/N who was quietly murmuring in her sleep.

“She’ll be fine. We’ll be quick anyway. By the time she wakes up, we’ll be back.” Luke reassured Chris, ushering him towards the door. The two Hermes boys silently shuffled out of the small room and walked down the hallway, following the smell of food.

Y/N turned on her side, resting her head against the back of the plush seat. She groaned, half conscious yet still half asleep. Everything was a blurred daze as she slipped back into an unconscious state, ending up in a barren desert.

The H/C-haired girl looked around, confused and a little shaken. She quickly pinched her arm and winced when she felt a twinge of pain. “Where am I?” She whispered to herself, yet her voice echoed.

The sand beneath her feet rumbled and twirled around her, forming a hurricane. Y/N panted in panic as grains of debris threatened to hit her eyes. She turned her head to shield her face until the sand finally dropped to the ground again, revealing a beautiful and grand hall.

The walls were pure white with delicate golden details. If Y/N didn’t know any better, she’d think this was what first class would have looked on the Titanic ship. Or what was portrayed in the movies, at least.

“Do you like it, my dear?”

Y/N spun around at the sound of a silky, feminine voice. A tall woman sat on a marble carved throne, resting her elbows on the sides. She smiled at Y/N. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly looking, and her brown eyes held warmth within them. She brushed a lock of long, shiny raven hair aside.

“I know how much you wanted to see the inside of the Titanic.” She spoke again, crossing one leg over the other. “Come closer, don’t be shy, my love.” She beckoned Y/N forward.

The H/C-nette slowly stepped towards the goddess. “Who… are you?” She asked when she finally stood not a meter away.

“I’m your mother, dear.”

The more Y/N looked at the woman, the more she saw their similarities. Although Y/N’s hair wasn’t as glossy as her’s, their sharp facial features still held the same stony gaze and their heights reflected one another.

“Why am I here?” Y/N carefully asked, her eyes darting around to stare the crystal chandelier.

“I’ve been watching you, my love. You’re a wonderfully talented girl gifted with such academic skill.” The deity let a small laugh slip past her red lips, “But I must warn you, do be careful on what you choose in life. Not everything is as it seems.”

Y/N sent her mother a confused look. She could decode complicated English written in her beloved books but she couldn’t understand what the goddess was telling her.

“You are still a young girl, Y/N.” Finally, Athena rose. She stood before Y/N in all her beautiful glory. “I understand that the topic of love may plague your mind and hide your true goals from you. But is it worth choosing a boy over high education and your academic studies?”

Y/N was slowly piecing everything together. “Is this…” She spoke softly as she trailed off, “Is this about Luke? Because I don’t like him. Not at all.”

“I didn’t mention a name, dear. You came up with that one on your own. Don’t let a boy cloud your judgment, especially not a Hermes son. They are as tricky as they are mischievous.”

Athena pulled Y/N into a sudden hug that seemed a little too tight to be friendly. Y/N struggled to breathe while Athena rested her chin on her daughter’s shoulder. “Don’t forget the lessons I’ve taught you.” She whispered, “I designed you to be perfect and I’ll be damned if I let a Hermes boy of all people ruin my greatest achievement.”

She spoke so gently but there was a dark edge to her voice; a twisted and wicked side to her beauty that Y/N had failed to notice before. “If you ever forget your purpose, I’ll be sure to remind you.”

Her voice faded as Y/N’s dream began to disappear. Her surroundings floated away like watercolour paint bleeding into thick paper until Y/N found herself sprawled on the couch and Luke and Chris nowhere to be seen.

She groaned as she sat up, her groggy eyes stinging from the bright sun. “Ugh, where did they go?” She muttered to herself as she peeked through the door. She yelped when something suddenly crashed. The floor shook and the train came to an abrupt halt.

“Attention passengers, we seem to be having a few problems with the engine. It’ll be up and running again in at least an hour.” The conductor chimed through the speaker.

Y/N cautiously opened the door, coming face to face with Luke. She frowned as she pulled the pair of demigods inside. “You can’t sneak off like that!” She hissed, “We’re not in vacation, you know that, right?”

“Relax, writer. We were just getting by food.” Luke handed her a squished sandwich, “Besides, I don’t think there’s any monsters on this train.”

“Yeah, but they’ll be close to catching up. We have to keep moving.” Y/N locked the door and closed the blinds, concealing what she was about to do next. She picked up her spear, which seemed to take the form of a weapon at the most convenient times, and smashed it into the window.

The plastic glass broke away in shards, falling to the ground. Luke and Chris gaped at her. “Let’s go.” She demanded, picking up all her stuff.

“Remind me never to mess with her.” Chris mumbled to Luke as they jumped out the window. They stayed low but everybody on the train was too busy gossiping about the engine to notice a trio of teens run into a forest.

“It feels like we’re walking in circles.” Luke groaned while Y/N huffed in annoyance.

“That’s because you are. You’ve been walking around that tree stump for the past ten minutes.” She snapped. The group had sat down to rest and Luke took it as his chance to get on Y/N’s nerves again. He chuckled.

"Camp shouldn't be too far." Chris said, looking around. Though, he wasn't too sure. He was merely saying that to calm Y/N's nerves.

"We should keep moving. Better safe than sorry." Y/N stood up, forcing Luke to finally stop circling around the stump.

"But I'm so tired." Luke complained, whining like a man child.

"Well, I guess you'll have to accept being a dragon's snack then." Y/N snapped, furrowing her brows in frustration. Luke and Chris shared a look.

"She's in charge." Chris exclaimed, not wanting to be the tiebreaker. Luke groaned but begrudgingly followed after Y/N.

“As long as we follow the train tracks, we should be fine.” Y/N piped up.

“That’s going to be hard then.” Luke pointed up ahead where the tracks mysteriously disappeared. All that was left was a singular stick of wood. “The monsters are becoming smarter.”

As if on a cue, a shrill laugh cut through the tense forest. Y/N’s head darted up to see a woman with large, eagle-like wings. Her sharp eyes landed on Y/N first. “Just who I’ve been looking for.” She uttered with a piercing voice. She dove below the trees, outstretching a clawed hand to grasp Y/N. Luke quickly stepped in front, swinging his sword at the harpy.

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you be on your way.” The harpy chittered, clumsily landing and circling around Y/N. Luke followed the actions of the monster, narrowing his eyes.

“Why her? If anything, I’m the most valuable member here.” Luke quickly replied. On the sidelines, Chris brandished his sharp sword, watching the harpy carefully.

“Oh, you don’t know what you have in your possession, my dear boy. She’s not merely a girl. She’s valuable.” An unsettled grin pulled at the harpy’s lips. “Just give her to me and I’ll”- The creature was cut off by Chris slicing one of her wings. Luke leapt forward as well, expertly cutting her in places he knew wouldn’t kill her solely to torture her.

“I’m finishing my quest so unfortunately, I can’t give you her.” Luke spat as the harpy tried to dodge his swift attacks.

“What if I told you Hermes would finally see you again?” Her words made Luke freeze. He stared at her in shock, lips parted like he wanted to say something.

Chris was shoving everything into his bag, getting ready to make a run for it as soon as Luke was snapped out of his trance. He grabbed Y/N. “We have to go.” He said but Y/N was stubborn.

“You want me?” She asked, stepping forward with only her glowing spear in hand. The harpy’s eyes flickered to her and she harshly pushed Luke aside.

“Your confidence will be your undoing, girl.” The harpy hissed. “Can you even use that weapon?”

Y/N mockingly shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, I took down a dragon but maybe that was a lucky shot.” The harpy wasn’t able to react before the spear stabbed through her stomach. Realising she had made a terrible mistake of underestimating Y/N, all the monster could do was scream as she faded away.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked Luke, who was still kneeled on the floor.

He scoffed. “I’m fine. I didn’t need you to save me.”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief, “What? I was trying to help!”

“Yeah? Well, stop showing off. For the record, I’m easily capable of taking down a dragon and harpy too. You aren’t special.” Luke glared into Y/N’s eyes and she returned his harsh gaze, “Don’t let your arrogance cloud your mind.” The Hermes boy was so close that Y/N could smell his fading cologne.

She was the first to look away in annoyance. “I never said you couldn’t slay those monsters.”

“Yeah, well you thought it then!” Luke exclaimed as Y/N walked off, getting a head start.

“Dude.” Chris finally spoke, “I thought you were like a chick magnet.”

“I believe in being nice to women but her even breathing air annoys me.” Luke grumbled before he jogged after Y/N.

“Haven’t we already passed that rock?” Y/N questioned after an hour of walking.

“I’ve never seen that rock in my life.” Luke snapped back. Somewhere along the dull trip, he had gotten to the front and was now leading the group.

“We passed it on the train.” Y/N uttered as Luke’s gaze began to wander and landed on a nearby building. “And if the train passed it, then that means”- Luke cut Y/N off.

“We’re going the wrong way.” Luke finished. Y/N took a deep breath to calm her agitation. “The harpy must’ve been sent to confuse us.” Luke quickly turned to Y/N.

“You went the wrong way!” They shouted in unison, pointing and pinning the blame on each other. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t blame me!” She exclaimed, slapping his shoulder.

“This is your fault! You walked off first!”

“And you kept walking! You idiot!”

“Don’t call me an idiot! You… you… manipulative, psycho bitch!”

“Are you sure you’re yelling that at the right person?!”

“No! I got it off Gossip Girl! Percy watches it!”

“Who is Percy?!”

Chris pushed his way between Y/N and Luke, shoving them apart. “Guys! It’s only an hour setback! We can get back on the train!”

“The train tracks are missing, genius!” Y/N turned on him.

“We’ll take another train.” Chris replied.

“The next train is in an hour!” Luke added.

“You guys fight and back each other up like a married couple! Make up your mind!” When Chris was getting frustrated now. Y/N groaned to blow off some steam.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” She said once she calmed down, “We’re going to catch the next train and we stay low until it arrives. Once we’re on the train, we go to our compartment as quickly as possible and we don’t leave until the train stops. Got it?” Y/N sternly stared at the two boys. They silently nodded.

“Don’t make eye contact with anyone.” Y/N warned, fiddling with the tickets.

“You’re going to rip them. Give them here.” Luke snatched the tickets from her, safely shoving it into his pocket.

“So, what about food?” Chris questioned, “We have to eat something on the train.”

“I preordered our meals. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“And you didn’t ask us? What if we don’t like it?” It seemed like Luke’s goal in life was to frustrate Y/N. And it worked every time.

“Train food is better than plane food.” She grumbled, “If you don’t like it then suck it up, you big baby. Nobody cares about your opinion.”

“You wound me, writer.” Luke quietly chuckled to himself, clasping his hands together.

“Train’s in forty minutes. We shouldn’t be out in the open.” Y/N dragged the two boys back into the shade, away from the burning sun. “We wait here. Don’t move.” Luke tried to walk off but Y/N was quick to grab him.

“What if we need to go to the bathroom?”

“Then be quick. Obviously I’m not going to follow you into the bathroom.” Y/N exhaled in agitation before grabbing her bag, pulling out a book.

“Is this really a good time to read, writer?” Luke asked, peeking over her shoulder. Y/N didn’t reply, which only provoked Luke to annoy her further. Chris was wildly shaking his head but the brunette swordsman only grinned.

“Hey, writer.” He poked her, “Moby Dick is a stupid author.”

Finally, Y/N looked at him again, giving Luke the attention he so desperately craved. “Moby Dick was the whale. The author was Herman Melville.” Luke’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment but he tried to sheepishly play his mistake off.

“I know. I was just tryna get your attention.”

Y/N turned back to her book, silently flipping the page. Chris held back muffled laughs and Luke subtly flipped him off.

The minutes passed like slow hours and eventually, Chris walked off to find a bathroom. Luke was left sitting next to Y/N, his knee bumping her’s occasionally. He clicked his tongue to a random quiet beat to entertain himself.

“Stop that.” Y/N demanded.

“Stop what? I ain’t doing anything, writer.” Luke innocently played it off.

“Stop existing!”

“Woah, I don’t wanna kill myself. Otherwise the girls at camp would be doomed with my charming looks.”

“Yes, well they’d be fine without your so-called wits. You thought Moby Dick was the author. Ha! A whale writing. That’d be something, Castellan.” Y/N laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

“You’re really mean, do you know that?”

“And you’re insufferable. Though, I doubt you know what that word means. It means annoying.”

“I’m not dumb, writer.”

“Moby Dick was a whale.” Y/N tauntingly reminded him with a pointed look which had Luke’s cheeks turning red once more.

“Stop bringing up the whale!” Luke exclaimed, groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Y/N looked away, victoriously smirking.

“The train is ahead of time.” Chris uttered as soon as he returned from the bathroom, “It’ll be here in ten minutes. Let’s get ready to board.”

As Y/N stood on the platform, letting the scorching sun beat down on her, she could feel a pair of eyes stare daggers into her back. She slowly turned her head, locking eyes with a tall Russian man. Almost too tall to be human. He grinned at her, showing off his sharp and pointed teeth.

Luke took notice of the slender man as well. “They know we’re here.” He whispered, subconsciously stepping forward to block Y/N from the man’s view.

“Are we sure he’s a monster or just a little creepy looking?” Chris butted in.

“Let’s get into our compartment as soon as possible. I booked one near the end so it’d be easier for us to get out if anything goes wrong.” Y/N muttered as she stepped onto the steel stairs. She handed the conductor her ticket and he examined it before letting her pass.

“This one.” She mumbled to the two boys. She shoved the door open and once all of them were tucked safely inside, she slammed it shut and locked it.

Luke and Chris watched in confusion as she searched the wall for something they couldn’t see. “What are you doing?” Luke questioned, a little confused.

“Compartments like these often have a door leading to the next one.” Y/N exclaimed, “These doors are able to be locked and unlocked but I don’t doubt a monster’s ability on being able to acquire a key. Oh, and close the curtains, will you?”

Chris was quick to do as Y/N said, grasping onto the velvet fabric and yanking it to conceal the window.

“You seem to know what you’re doing. Are you sure you haven’t run away before?” Luke said that in a joking tone but Y/N’s frantic actions to find the lock paused.

“I… uh… tried running away when I was ten. The orphanage wasn’t exactly the best place to live. But after spending what little savings I had, I returned because there was nowhere else I could go.” Y/N cleared her throat and shook her head. “But that’s in the past. I don’t regret it because I was able to see parts of the world that nobody in the orphanage could. And it was beautiful.”

“So how’d you end up in that private school?” Luke pressed on further.

“The school has a deal with the orphanage. Every year, one child is picked to study at the school. It’s like a scholarship, if you will. All costs, even lunch, are covered. And I knew I wanted out because I couldn’t stand being in a cramped room any longer. So I worked harder than everybody else and I studied overtime because I don’t accept defeat. I get what I want and that scholarship was no different.”

Luke let out a low whistle. “Impressive, writer. But I didn’t expect anything less from you.”

“I found the lock.” Y/N announced, “Do either of you have a key or a pocket knife or anything I can jam in there?” Luke handed Y/N a small pocket knife and she slightly smiled before harshly shoving the blade into the lock. “That’ll hold it.”

She collapsed on a squeaky mattress, her legs dangling off the bed. Luke could hear the faint sound of her back clicking.

“How long will this train take?” He asked as he sat down across from Y/N. Chris had already dozed off, sleep-deprived and exhausted. Y/N subtly shrugged.

“Maybe a day? I want to get off as soon as possible because that man creeped me out. Check the other wall, will you?”

Luke had no choice but to stand again and search the smooth barrier for a lock, running his hands over the wall and furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nothing.” He concluded. Y/N hummed, seemingly pleased.

“Meals will be delivered to us. In the mean time, avoid making interaction with anyone.” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Luke hesitated for a moment before he spoke again.

“So… why’d you run away?” Luke was met with silence before he heard Y/N quietly sigh.

“The orphanage didn’t treat us as humans but rather as pests they had to get rid of. They were so happy to see me go to school because it meant they had to spend less time on keeping me in line. I was… a troubled kid. Now I know why. It’s the godly blood, isn’t it?” Y/N cracked open one eye to look at Luke, who nodded.

“You didn’t regret running away?” Luke questioned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He heard Y/N lightly laugh.

“I’ll never regret it because those were the best weeks of my life. I met people I had never seen before and I found comfort in knowing I’d never see them again. There was one girl who was like me, troubled and a little angry. We became best friends for the few nights we spent together until she had to move on.”

“What was she like?”

“Beautiful… and dangerous. She enjoyed starting fights. She was a little younger than me… with brown curled hair and pretty hazel eyes. Her name was…” Y/N trailed off, “Oh… well, I don’t remember now. That’s a shame.”

“Clarisse.” Luke piped up, “That was her name, right? Clarisse?”

Y/N stared at him with her lips parted. “Yes… that was her name. How do you know her?”

“She’s a demigod too. A daughter of Ares. She’s actually at camp as we speak, waiting for new kids to arrive so she can torment them.” Luke chuckled, turning his gaze to stare at the floor.

“You know, you aren’t as mean as you try to be.” He uttered after a full minute of awkward silence. Y/N’s eyes darted to look at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “I’ve met girls like you, writer. Girls who do everything to block people out because they don’t see themselves as someone a person could ever like. Those types of girls suffer a lot… don’t be like them, writer. Bring down your walls for even just a few hours.”

Y/N opened her mouth to reply but a shrill scream interrupted her.

“Hey! What happened to the rule of no one leaving?!” Luke shouted as Y/N rushed to the door.

“That doesn’t apply to this situation!” Y/N loudly retorted. Luke spared Chris a glance before he darted after the H/C-haired girl. She was already kneeled beside a woman, frantically shaking her and checking her pulse.

“What happened?” One of the train workers rushed over to see the commotion, his face paling at the sight of the woman’s blood staining the lush carpet below.

“She screamed and ran out of her cabin.” An onlooker explained.

“No pulse… she’s already dead.” Y/N whispered.

“Everyone, to your compartments. Do not move until we give the all clear!” The worker yelled, blowing his whistle harshly. Y/N fumbled around with something in the body’s pocket and Luke was quick to drag her away.

“Someone killed her, Castellan… a swift stab to her chest. Was it a monster?” Y/N breathed as Luke led her to a quiet corner. He shook his head.

“Monsters shouldn’t affect mortals. The mist covers them. This might be actually murder.”

Y/N shuddered. “Warn Chris.” She demanded while Luke furrowed his eyebrows.

“What are you going to do?” He questioned.

“I’m going to search for evidence.” Y/N up a large stolen key, “I wasn’t up until three in the morning solving true crime stories for nothing.”

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Y/N carefully slipped into the woman’s cabin, her eyes searching for anything out of the ordinary. She crouched down, looking underneath the messy bed. Below the rickety wooden frame lay a single pipette. Y/N reached out her arm, grasping onto it.

“Why would someone need this? Unless this lady was an arts and craft kind of person.” Everywhere Y/N looked, all she found were scraps of paper and an occasional book. “Oh, you deserved to be stabbed for reading this. What a monstrosity.”

Y/N wrinkled up her face as she pulled out a copy of Lolita. She threw it aside but a quiet clang caught her attention. A small brooch had fallen out of the novel and rolled across the floor, hitting Y/N’s shoe.

She crouched down and examined it, running her thumb over the letter H that was engraved in the rusty metal.

“What was this woman’s name?” Y/N grabbed the bags, looking for any kind of name. “Mia… not starting with H. This was left behind… and this pipette… it’s used for cleaning smoking pipes but I see nothing. She wasn’t a smoker.” Y/N shoved the two items into her pocket and quickly exited the compartment, coming face to face with the unusually tall man from before.

“It’s not safe to be lurking around.” He grinned, which gave Y/N no comfort.

“I was just leaving.” She muttered, letting him brush past her. He tipped his hat.

“As you were, miss.” He slinked away and something white fell out of his pocket. Y/N was quick to rush over and pick it up. “A pipette…” The man didn’t smell like the strong scent of tobacco that always seemed to trail after smokers. Y/N narrowed her eyes.

“Where have you been?” Luke stood in front of the door like an angry mom waiting for her kid to arrive home. “The workers called a mandatory meeting. They didn’t know you were missing, luckily.”

“Was there anyone who smoked a pipe?” Y/N asked, ignoring Luke’s previous statement.

“Uh, yeah. A male doctor. Why?”

“Did you get his name?” Y/N was relentless with her inquires.

“The worker called the doctor Harvard Armstrong.”

“Harvard? Like the university? Who names their kid that? That’s just sad.” Y/N scoffed her herself. “But it works.”

“What works?” Luke was sick of being left out of whatever Y/N was planning. He could practically see the cogs turning in her head.

“I found these in the woman’s cabin. Her name’s Mia.” Y/N threw her sad evidence onto her bed, “A brooch with an H on it and a pipette. This pipette is specifically for cleaning pipe cigarettes and Harvard and H match up.”

Chris lifted his brows. “Are we seriously solving this murder crime right now?”

Y/N tuned out his words. “There’s not many people who use a pipe these days. It’s rare to come across. And it was a stupid clue to leave, even under a bed. Is it safe to walk around the train?”

“Yes, but it isn’t advised- Woah, where are you going?!” Luke grabbed Y/N’s arm before she could walk away again. “Look, you may be half god but you’re also half human. You can die just as easily! Don’t go off and risk your life for some Mia lady you didn’t even know!”

“Then come with me, Castellan. What’re you afraid of?” Y/N shoved him aside while Luke glanced at Chris for help.

“Just go, dude. I’ll lock the door. Knock three times when you come back.”

That’s how Luke ended up trailing after Y/N in the deserted corridor.

“I can assure you, Mister Norman, that we are doing everything in our power to catch the culprit.”

As Y/N walked around a corner, she spotted the same sharp-toothed man talking with another staff member.

“Bullshit.” Norman spat and scoffed.

“Are you sure you aren’t the culprit, Mister Norman?” Y/N spoke up. Luke glared at her, trying to shush her.

“Miss L/N, this is a private conversation.” The worker uttered, “You shouldn’t even be out.”

“You’re Russian, right?” Y/N stepped forward, much to Luke’s dismay. “H… I found it in a book written by a Russian author. Isn’t H in the Russian Alphabet pronounced as N? Harvard… Norman. That was a tricky one you left. And the pipette. Very cunning to try and blame someone else. But Harvard Armstrong, the man you tried accusing, was in the room next to us and he never left until after.”

“You’re a nosy girl.” Norman grumbled.

“Yeah… and I just don’t like your vibe altogether. This is your’s, right? Your next reaction will confirm it.” Y/N tossed the brooch high into the air and smiled as it neared the floor. Norman was quick to catch it, holding it close to his chest as if it were a sacred treasure.

Y/N winked, “Bingo.”

Norman quickly turned tail and tried to run but the train worker was faster, practically tackling him to the ground.

“You just solved a fucking murder crime in under an hour.” Luke said, astounded. “How did you know it was even him?"

“As I said, I didn’t like his vibe… and it was a gamble anyway. I took a lucky guess.”

•

“I can’t believe she solved a murder with only two pieces of evidence.” Chris whispered to Luke as they strolled through the woods towards camp.

“Again, I can hear you.” Y/N turned to glare at the boys, “I haven’t disappeared or suddenly gone deaf.”

“Dealing with a deaf you probably would’ve been easier.” Luke cheekily smiled as he spoke his mind.

“Ugh.” Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes. “I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit on my face.” Luke mumbled but it was loud enough for the other two to hear.

Chris choked on air while Y/N spun around bewilderment. "What?" She seethed in shock. Luke battered his lashes like he had done no wrong.

"What? I didn't say anything." He played along, much to Y/N's annoyance.

"You weirdo." She muttered, "How far is camp? It's getting dark and I don't really want to be a harpy's midnight snack."

Chris pointed at a tree on top of a hill that stood not too far away. “At least two more minutes.” He said. Y/N was relieved to finally step past the tree and into the temporary shade it gave her.

“It seems people are already waiting for you.” Luke mumbled under his breath as he spotted the small crowd of demigods standing behind Chiron, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl the oracle wanted Luke and Chris to retrieve.

“She doesn’t look like anything special.” A pretty blond with glossy lips whispered to the equally stunning group surrounding her.

A golden haze began to form the moment Y/N paused in front of Chiron. The golden mist swirled like the sand in Y/N’s dream, forming a majestic looking owl that loudly cooed and flew high into the sky. It dived back down, exploding into golden glitter that rained down on Y/N like heavy pieces of hail.

“Welcome Y/N, daughter of Athena, to Camp Half-Blood.”

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When Three Became Two 🪽| Platonic!Weasley Twins Imagine

Set during the Battle of Hogwarts

Harry Potter masterlist

Characters & Pairings: George & Fred Weasley x Sister!Weasley Triplet (platonic), the Golden Trio x weasley!sister (platonic)

Content Warnings: Character Death, sadness, angst, mentions of blood and major injury, profanity | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 7k

Premise: The dynamic redheaded duo Fred & George were never particularly close with their older triplet sister Y/N, especially after she was sorted into Slytherin during their first year at Hogwarts. It is not till the Battle of Hogwarts do the twins realize just how important family is, but by then it was too late to make amends.

(Y/E/C)- Your eye color

Note: I’m going to put red hair because you know Weasley but if you want to envision your own hair color that is totally fine too. Also, just so y'all know....I started this piece back in 2018 and recently picked it back up. So....the last 400 words are pretty much the most recent material I added + i did A LOT of editing. So I apologize if the beginning is trash because like I said, 6k of the nearly 7k words are from 6 years ago. I've been hyperfixating on the Weasley twins again which is why I was like 'maybe I should finish that imagine I started...'

Italics are flashbacks

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Y/n Weasley felt the sweat and blood drip off her forehead as she ran through the halls of the school she had spent several years in which became a second home to her. She was out of breath, dodging and reflecting spells that were casted her way from the surrounding death eaters. Screams and shouts echoed from every corner, flashes of red and green light nearly blinding her (Y/E/C) eyes while her flaming red hair swished when she ran. Her breath was wavering, she could see several of her fellow Order members dueling around her. Passing the Great Hall, her pace nearly faltering when her eyes locked on the doors, the memory of walking through the first time when she was just a nervous little eleven year old began to play in the redheads mind….

Y/n sighed, stepping off the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Her twin brothers had already raced to the boats leaving the smaller, although older, of the three behind. Picking up her robes that were slightly dragging due to her small stature, Y/n followed her fellow classmates to the boating docks, casting a smile to Hagrid as she walked past him, who in return smiled back. She found a boat that already had two other first years seated, and quickly took the spot adjacent to a girl about her age.

“Hi,” the girl smiled to the redhead, “I’m Angelina Johnson. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/n Weasley, it’s nice to meet you,” the two shook hands with smiles.

“What house are you hoping to be in?”

“Honestly,” Y/n sighed, “I’m not sure. My whole family has been in Gryffindor, including my two older brothers who are currently here. It would be nice to be sorted there so I have my family, but I’ve always felt different.”

“Are those other two ginger boys your brothers?” Angelina pointed to the boat where Fred and George were laughing loudly while talking with a dark-skinned boy. Y/n nodded after looking where Angelina was pointing, turning back with a grim expression.

“Yeah, that’s Fred and George. We’re triplets, I’m the oldest of the bunch yet I never seem to be included in anything.”

“Aw, that’s not right,” Angelina said with a frown. The two continued to talk the entire boat ride to the castle, learning about their backgrounds and finding out they had several similar interests. One could tell that the two instantly connected and were on the road to becoming best friends. The two girls got off the boat once it got to the docks, Y/n helping Angelina when she nearly tripped as she got out, to which the young girl was grateful for.

“Oh my gosh thank you!” Angelina exclaimed, “That would have been so embarrassing.” Y/n laughed slightly, fixing the girl’s robes.

“No problem, I wouldn't want you tripping on the first night and being made fun of before classes even started.” The two girls followed everyone to the entrance of the castle, beaming in awe of everything they passed. Climbing the steps that lead to the great hall seemed like forever, but soon they were faced with an older woman who wore a pointed hat on top of her head and green robes.

“Good evening,” she greeted, “I am Professor McGonagall. In a few moments, the doors behind me will open and you will enter the Great Hall where you will then be sorted into one of the four houses named after the four founding members of Hogwarts; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin--.” She continued to explain the four houses to the children before the doors opened. When they did, Professor McGonagall escorted the group into the Great Hall. Many looked at the ceiling, gasping at the candles floating in midair. Some caught the eyes of soon to be fellow classmates, the students sending smiles to the young ones.

The group halted in front of the steps leading to the podium. The members of the head table gazed down on the children, Headmaster Dumbledore giving them a warm smile to welcome them making many feel more at ease. Professor McGonagall stood beside a stool, on top of it was a brown pointed hat.

“When I call your name,” she said, capturing everyone's attention, “You will step up, take a seat on the stool and I will place the sorting hat on your head where you will be sorted into your houses.” Y/n felt her hands become clammy, nerves racking through here with each name being called getting closer to hers. When Angelina was called and sorted into Gryffindor, Y/n clapped for her with a smile, happy for her new friend. She immediately hoped she would also be sorted into the house to be with not only her older brothers, but also with Angelina.

“Weasley, Fred.” The ginger boy raced up the stairs, careful not to trip over his robes and took a seat on the stool with a grin. The hat was placed onto his head and it took only moments before the hat exclaimed, “GRYFFINDOR!!” Cheers erupted from the lion house, the older Weasley boys, Charlie and Percy, clapping loudly for their brother and greeting him with open arms when he ran to the table. George was called next, the boy also running to the stool and the Gryffindor house applauded with joy once more hearing the sorting hat call out the name again. Fred and George embraced in a big hug, happy they were going to be in the same house and sat next to each other beside their brothers.

The room went quiet and Professor McGonagall read out the name many had already guessed was next, “Weasley, Y/n.” The small eleven-year-old let out a shaky breath, ascending the steps before taking a seat on the stool. She flinched when the hat was placed on her head and heard a gasp emitted from it.

“Ahh another Weasley,” the hat began, “only you are much different than your many siblings huh? Loyal to your family, a trait you value, but Hufflepuff is not for you. There is no doubt you are brave like a Gryffindor, there will be a time your bravery will be put to the test, but there is a strong ambition that lies within you. You are a very determined young one, and will do anything to accomplish your goals.” Y/N felt her heart begin to beat faster as the hat continued talking, “So, there is only one house in which you will find what you are looking for and that is SLYTHERIN!!”

That day, while no one wanted to admit it, changed everything. The twins hardly ever talked to Y/N, even less than what they already had. Many of the Slytherins ignored her, not enjoying the fact that a member of the blood-traitor family was sorted into the notorious pure-blood house. Even though Y/N was of pure blood, it did not matter to them, she was still relatively shunned from her housemates. Professor Snape was displeased at first until she proved she had a talent for potion making, becoming more advanced than any student he had ever taught. It was then he treated the Weasley girl with some actual respect and even allowed her to practice in the classroom whenever she pleased as long as she promised to never let her brothers get their hands on any of the ingredients he stored in the room.

Charlie, Angelina, and Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff seemed to be the only people besides her parents and professors that looked beyond the fact she was in Slytherin. Others included her older brother Bill, her younger sister Ginny and eventually Hermione Granger. The bushy haired Gryffindor met the older Weasley in her first year at Hogwarts. After being told of the talented potion maker from Ron, Hermione sought to meet her. Y/N was shocked when the girl first introduced herself, but it was the start of a treasured friendship Y/N held dear to her.

“Hi!” a cheerful voice sounded, causing Y/N to look up from her textbook. Her eyes met the warm brown ones of a petite girl bushy haired girl sporting a Gryffindor tie and robes. The Slytherin girl gazed at her confused, looking around the library in case she was addressing someone else other than her. By the warm smile the first-year gave her, Y/N realized she was in fact talking to her.

“Uh hi?” she said with a questionable tone, brows furrowed. The girl stuck her hand out which made Y/N slightly flinch by how fast the movement was.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” she introduced. Y/N hesitantly extended her own hand, clasping it with the girl's small one and shook it lightly.

“Y/N Weasley.”

“I know,” Hermione smiled, “Ron told me about you. Well he did not tell me much except your name and that you were in Slytherin. He also mentioned you were really good with potions and Snape likes you.” Y/N could not help but slightly chuckle at the last sentence.

“I wouldn’t say Snape ‘likes’ me, but he certainly tolerates me more than my siblings. You’ve probably already seen that the twins are pranksters, they tend to cause him immense distress.” This made Hermione laugh and Y/N felt her lips curl up. She then noticed the girl holding several textbooks, one of which was a first-year potions book, “Is there anything I can help you with Hermione?”

“I just wanted to get to know you,” the girl said warmly, which made Y/N slightly shocked. “Ron and the twins did not speak much about you and when they did they made it seem like you were horrible just because you were sorted into Slytherin. I know that a house does not define who a person really is, so I wanted to talk to you myself and it appears you are not a mean or evil person that your house makes people think you are.” Y/N could not believe what she was hearing and she could not detect any hint of a lie in the girl's words.

“Wow,” She breathed, “Sorry, I’m just a little taken back. It’s been a while since I’ve really heard anyone say that. Only my older siblings, minus Percy, my parents, my sister, and a few people who I happen to be friends with think the same way you do. Ron and the twins just really ignore me.”

“But aren’t you and the twins actually triplets?” The question caused Y/N to frown and look down at her book.

“Yeah,” she muttered softly, “We are. Many people forget that we are because we never act like it, but it’s okay, I’m used to the two leaving me out. It happened before we were sorted into our houses so it does not bother me much anymore. I’ve learned to live with it.” Hermione frowned at that, feeling sad for the older Weasley.

“That’s not right. You guys are siblings, family. They should not treat you like that.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. One day they will realize how they act wrong, until then I can only be patient.” Hermione nodded though she still possessed a frown and Y/N pushed away the many books laid on the table, gesturing for the girl to take a seat. “Here, sit down. You said you want to get to know me, so let's just talk while we do our homework and you can see how I really am compared to what Ron tells you. I’ll even help you with potions if you need.” Hermione beamed, placing her books on the table and sitting down across from the redhead. The two talked for hours until it was time for curfew, getting to know one another and Y/N offering help when Hermione had a question on a certain subject and Y/N felt it was the start of a blossoming friendship.

The years continued, and Y/N only had few friends, hardly ever seeing her siblings due to them all being sorted into Gryffindor leaving her alone. Her friendship with Hermione grew and she even looked at the girl as a sister, the Gryffindor looking at her the same way. Y/N and Angelina remained close even after being sorted in different houses. Despite having few friends, she could not wait to graduate and finally go off on her own, already planning to continue her work in potions and become a potioneer after spending countless summers devoted to perfecting different elixirs. Several events happened during her time at Hogwarts, including her sister Ginny unlocking the Chamber of Secrets and the tragedy of the TriWizard Tournament.

When the Order of the Phoenix was back in business to stop Voldemort following the death of her dear friend Cedric, Y/n immediately joined despite objections from her parents. The death of her friend caused immense grief. She became depressed in the following months, hardly sleeping due to nightmares of his corpse and she rarely ate, resulting in her facial features becoming more hollow. It was not until she joined the Order that she was back to her normal self and that was because of her determination to bring justice to Cedric’s death. The Order faced great loss. The deaths of Sirius, Dumbledore, Moody and with her brother George losing his ear proved how real the war was and the fight to make the world a safer place.

Now it was the second of May, and the fight of everyone’s life was in place. Death Eaters swarmed every inch of Hogwarts, attacking students whether they were armed or not. Y/N ran down the corridors, deflecting spells and sending jinxes back and forth. Her adrenaline was soaring, not knowing where exactly she was headed, but the only thing she knew was to survive and protect the students around her. Y/n never thought she would ever cast the killing curse in her life, but when a second-year Hufflepuff was about to be killed, the spell left her mouth before she could stop herself. The Death Eater fell back unmoving, Y/n took the hand of the small boy she saved and hurried him to the nearest dormitory or classroom.

“Here, go!” she ushered him into the room, “Stay here and do not leave! Hide somewhere and be alert, you understand?” The boy nodded furishouly, his small body shaking and clutching his wand tightly in his hand. The redhead raced out of the room, closing the door shut before darting down the hallway. A flash of familiar hair caught her eye and her feet carried her to the source. “Ginny!” She shouted upon seeing her sister. The younger Weasley halted her movement at the sound, turning around only to collide in the older one’s embrace. “Oh my God,” Y/n breathed, “Are you okay? Why are you out here? I thought you were to stay in the Room of Requirement until this was over?”

“Harry needed me to leave,” she told her sister, the two moving to a corner where they were slightly hidden from the battle, “He needed to search the room for a possible horcrux. Once he went in, I left and came here. I couldn’t just let my friends and family fight with the chances of them getting killed and just sit and wait!” Y/n sighed, bringing a hand to wipe the sweat on her face which resulted in more dirt being rubbed.

“While I don’t like you being involved, I understand where you’re coming from.” She pauses to rub her nose bridge, placing her hands on Ginny’s shoulders to look at her sternly, “Mum and dad might kill me for letting you fight, but there’s really no time to negotiate and stop you. At least find Neville or someone who can stay close to you and keep you covered, okay?” Ginny nodded, embracing her sister once more in a tight hug.

“Stay safe, sis.”

“I will,” Y/n told her, “You stay safe too, I’ll see you soon.” The two pulled away and Y/n bolted away down the hall while Ginny rushed to Tonks after seeing her battle a Death Eater and rushing to her aid. Y/n turned the corner, something in her stomach dropping and her intuition telling her something bad was about to happen. She heard the sound of a duel taking place and followed it. Familiar voices echoed in her ears and her pace picked up. The redhead rounded the corridor, jets of light flashing in her eyes and she spotted Fred and Percy battling Death Eaters while Harry, Ron, and Hermione helped while dodging incoming jinxes.

“Hello, Minister!” Percy bellowed, sending a jinx at the man, “Did I mention I’m resigning?”

“You’re joking, Perce!” Fred shouted and looked at his brother. Y/n watched the two and in the corner of eyes she could see a Death Eater with their wand raised. Her brothers could not see the man, and she noticed he was pointing at the wall directly behind them. Before she could think, Y/n sprinted as fast as her feet carried her, eyes widening when the flash of light emitted from the want of the assailant. At that moment, nothing mattered other than making sure her brothers were safe. All the years of being ignored and looked down upon by them due to being sorted in Slytherin seemed to vanish, and Y/n felt water line her eyes as she got closer.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were--.”

“Fred! Percy!” Her scream ignited and the two snapped their heads toward her just in time for the redhead to push them both out of the way at the exact moment the air exploded around them. The two brothers along with the Golden Trio were flown back from the impact, all landing onto the stone ground with a groan. Pain erupted to several areas of their bodies which would surely bruise. Dust covered them, their vision blurred from how much was in the air.

Fred pulled his body up, groaning from the pain in his side and coughing from how much dust filled his throat. He scanned the area and saw how the wall he was in front of was blasted apart with stone and wood now covering every inch of the ground with a large pile in the middle. It took two seconds for the ginger to realize what had happened, the last thing he saw was his sister running at him before he was flown back. He immediately got up and rushed to the pile of debris, staggering over the stones while shouting his sister's name.

“Y/n!!” He screamed, moving at a fast pace. “Y/n, can you hear me!” The boy began throwing the many pieces of stone and wood away from the pile, searching for any sign of movement and listening for sound. Percy and the trio joined in, the group shouting Y/n name and digging through the debris. “C’mon Y/n I need you to tell me where you are!” Fred grew more and more worried, feeling his heart sink by the second. It was not until he heard a pained groan and rushed to the source. He spotted a hand peeking through the rubble and Fred shouted for the others saying he found her. They all rushed to him, removing the stone covering Y/n's body, allowing Fred to pull her out of the wreckage when they were able to get her upper half revealed. She let out a scream, pain erupting all through her and Fred tried his best to get her out as gently as he could.

“I got you, sis.” He said with a shaky voice, “I got you.” With one quick but harsh tug, Y/n was removed from the rubble and was laid onto the floor. Everyone surrounded her, becoming frozen by how much blood covered her body. Cuts and gashes painted her skin, her clothing ripped and chunks of stone were embedded into the many wounds. Her breath wavered, gasping for air and they all felt their heart race at the sight. Hermione, with shaky hands, pressed a palm on to a deep cut in Y/n’s neck. The Weasley girl hissed, blood filling her mouth and dripping down her lips.

“You’re going to be okay, Y/n,” Hermoine’s voice cracked, trying not to look at the many wounds which the girl could tell will be fatal if not treated immediately. Ron could see a large gash right above his sister’s temple and gently laid his hand on top of it, while biting his lip to stop a sob from escaping. He knew it was bad, and his sister was dying in front of him. They needed a healer, but the Great Hall was several corridors away and Ron feared she would not make it in time. Percy began calling for help, applying pressure onto her stomach which had been cut open when a large piece of wood had impaled her. Harry stayed on his feet with his wand ready for any threats while also keeping his eye on Y/n, his heart dropping at the sight of her battered body.

“I can’t--,” Y/n gasped with a tired breath as Fred held her hand, “I can’t feel my legs.” She could hear them gasp, Fred’s hand becoming tense in her hold.

“We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey!” Fred shouted and went to pick her up, the others keeping their hands on her wounds to hold the bleeding but when they tried Y/n erupted in wails from the pain filling her by the slightest movement. It was like a volcano, fire filling her blood. The thick liquid poured out of her wounds, her skin becoming pale. Hermione’s hands were painted red, as were Ron and Percy’s. The sound of her screams were so loud it echoed through the nearby hallway and caused tears to stream down Hermione’s face.

“Stop!” she shouted, “Fred stop! It’s too late, she won’t make it!”

“You don’t know that!” He yelled back trying to get his sister into his arms, his clothes now coated in red. Y/n began to shake from the pain, becoming numb by the intensity and Fred started to panic.

“Fred, she’s losing too much blood,” Hermione cried, “She’ll bleed out before we can even get her to the Great Hall.”

“Are you serious, Hermione?!” Fred shouted in disbelief over the chaos around them, “Do you even hear yourself?! She’s your friend and you’re gonna let her die!? ”

“Fred stop,” Y/n's hoarse voice whispered. The ginger boy looked down at his sister, her upper body being held up in his arms while the others continued to put pressure on her wounds but blood continued to seep through their fingers.

“What--?”

“She’s r-right,” Y/n interrupted, “I-I won’t make it. The pain is too much--I-I can’t move and I'm losing too much blood.” She was shaking, fighting against what was pulling her to the other side to have a few precious moments with her family. “You need to get out of here, go find mum and dad.” Fred could not believe what he was hearing, neither Ron nor Percy. All three boys felt their eyes water and Fred tightened his hold on her. Percy grabbed her other hand, and Ron kept his on her head, covering her wound while tears flooded his face.

“Y/n,” Fred stuttered her name, “We can get you to a healer. Madam Pomfrey will help and she will heal you, you’ll be fine.” The words were more to convince himself. He watched as her lips curled up, tired and broken eyes looking into his.

“Fred,” she sighed, “You and I both know that I am not going to make it.” A sob escaped his throat.

“No! You’re not dying! You’re going to be okay!” He cried, dropping his head so his cheek rested on her hair. “You’re going to get out of here. You’re going to go home and learn how to walk again and become a potioneer like you’ve always dreamed of. You’ll get married and have kids…” He trailed off when sobs overtook him and he began to cry into her hair. Fred never believed he would ever have to watch his sister die in his arms. He had never felt more pain in his life than in that moment watching her gasp for air as her life started to fade away. What made it even more painful was knowing she saved him in the process, “I was supposed to die, not you! Not you!”

Fred started to think back to all the times he and George would ignore Y/n, never including her in pranks or just ordinary things. The moment she was sorted into Slytherin they acted like they were not even related at times and Fred felt more tears fall knowing he could never make up for it. He won’t ever get the chance to show her how sorry he was.

“Y/N go get your brothers and tell them supper is ready.”

“Yes mum.” Y/N raced up the many flights of stairs in the burrow in search of her twin brothers. When she got to the room, she knocked gently and waited for a reply but did not hear one so she pushed it open to see the two boys sitting on the ground in between their beds with several items in front of them.

“Hey, hey!” Fred shouted in surprise and George started to gather their many inventions away from her sight. “You can’t just come in here without saying anything!” Y/N frowned at him.

“I knocked,” she told him, “neither of you responded.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, “Still does not mean you can just walk in our room unannounced. We are doing something very exclusive and can’t risk you snitching it to mum or dad or your pal Snape.” Y/n’s eyes narrowed at her brother.

“Snape is not my ‘pal.’ He just stands me more than you lot because you are always causing him trouble.” George mumbled something under his breath, but the girl could not hear it. “And besides, I haven’t told anyone about your previous antics so why would I do so now?”

“Oh please,” Fred said in an annoyed tone, “we know you told Filch that we were the ones who put fireworks in his office second-year.” Y/N’s jaw dropped at the accusation, her cheeks becoming inflamed as anger rose.

“I did no such thing!” she shouted, “whoever told you that was a lie! I never ratted you out to Filch and why would he believe me? He thinks I’m just as bad as you two because I’m a Weasley.”

“Sometimes I don’t understand how you are one?”

“Excuse me?” she said appalled, “What in the bloody hell do you mean by that?” The twins just looked at her with blank expressions while she felt her eyes begin to water.

“Well first,” Fred started, “the most obvious is that you are the only one of us who got sorted into Slytherin. A house you know is full of pure-blooded pricks and bullies who hate everyone but themselves. You don’t like quidditch like the rest of us and prefer to be by yourself working on potions. Snape likes you, but hates the rest of us and you just have always been the outkast in the family. Who knows, you may even become a Death Eater like the rest of your housemates. Maybe you already are one and just haven’t said anything, wouldn’t be surprised you never tell anyone in this house what you are up to.” Y/n stayed silent when Fred finished, she felt a small tear fall down her cheek but neither of her brothers looked like they were unapologetic. She bit her lip giving a small nod and wiped away the drop.

“Mum wants you to know that supper is ready.” Turning on her heel, Y/n paced out of the room with the door slamming shut behind her. She shoved past Percy who simply glared at her for her attitude and bumping into him, obviously not knowing what the twins had said to her to cause such emotion. The redhead burst into her room, collapsing onto her bed and pushing her face into her pillow as cries erupted from her, being muffled by the pillow. She felt her heart break, her brother's words replaying in her head causing torment like a radio playing a horrible song over and over again.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he wept into her hair, “I’m sorry I treated you so badly. For everything. Ignoring you, pranking you in ways that had humiliated you and made you cry. Accusing you of snitching on us when you never did.” He held her close to his body, breaking inside each time she made a sound of agony. “I’m sorry for what I said to you during fourth year. I’m such a horrible brother,” he sobbed, “Please sis, don’t go. Don’t leave us.”

“It’s okay, Fred,” she hushed him, stroking his arm with the hand Percy wasn’t holding. The two other Weasley boys were sobbing next to her. They two often treated her unfairly and were now going to live in tremendous guilt and despair, begging God to not take her. “It’s okay,” she said again, this time quieter.

“Y-Y/N,” Percy stuttered, but she simply hushed him.

Her voice grew weaker, and the group knew it was only moments before she would be gone forever. “It’s gonna be okay. I love--,” it was getting harder to speak, but she was fighting. “I love you all.”

“We love you too. We always will,” Ron said and Hermione started to cry harder, leaning onto Ron for support. Harry no longer looked around for Death Eaters, his own face drenched in tears at the sight in front of him. He felt anguish in him, seeing another friend die at the hands of those who wanted him dead.

“You think I’ll see Cedric up there?” She questioned, eyelids falling shut and the image of her best friend filled her mind. Happy at the thought of possibly seeing him again. Fred let out a small cry before she felt him nod.

“Y-yeah,” he croaked, “He’ll be waiting for you. You’ll be together again just like before.”

“Freddie?”

“Yeah, sis?”

“Take care of George,” she managed to breathe out, “Tell him I love him.”

“I will,” He sniffed, feeling her take one last breath.

“Promise me you will live.” The air left her body one last time, the pain no longer present and Y/n felt at peace, unable to hear Fred’s last words to her.

“I promise. I love you, sis.” But Y/N did not respond, causing him to gently shake her. Her lack of reaction caused Fred to collapse into a heap of cries when her body finally went limp in his arms. “Y-y/n?”

Percy felt her hand become unmoved and he too, cried in heartbreak. Ron held onto Hermione, turning his body away so he did not see his now dead sister in his brother’s arms. His heart was heavy with agony and he could not help console Hermione for he was in the same state. Harry dropped his head, sadness all within him at the loss of someone he looked at as family. He would never forgive himself, and he wished nothing more for Y/n to be brought back.

“Y/n,” Fred tried again, but to no avail. “W-wake up. Please w-wake u-up.”

The Golden Trio had to force themselves to leave, to continue their search before more people died. Harry and Hermoine having to drag poor Ron away from his siblings. None wanted to go, but time was limited and it took all their strength to get up and leave Percy and Fred with Y/n’s body. Promising Ron they’d get her to their family once it was safe to do so.

The two Weasley brothers lost track of time. They stayed put, mourning the loss of their sister until the battle ceased and they were drained of tears. It soon became quiet in the castle, Death Eaters had retreated upon Voldermorts order and bodies laid all through the halls.

“We should take her to the Great Hall,” Percy spoke with a dry voice, hoarse from all the cries. “Take her to mum and dad.” Fred was still, looking in front of him at the dusted hallway full of debris from the explosion that killed his sister. She was still held close in his arms, eyes closed and the blood stopped flowing but coated every inch of her skin along with Fred’s clothes. It took all his might to look down, eyes landing on her face. She looked peaceful, her lips slightly curled as though she had died smiling and that gave Fred some sort of comfort despite her damaged body.

That she left the world at peace.

“You think she’ll watch over us? Even though we treated her like shit?” His voice cracked. The older Weasley gazed down at his little sister, a small yet heartbroken smile on his lips and he cleared his throat. His hand came over her forehead to move some of her red hair, flinching at how cold her skin was.

“Yeah,” he said, “I think she will.” Fred carefully stood, cradleling Y/n in his arms. Percy rose beside him, grabbing their discarded wands and leading them out of the hallway, careful to avoid the debris around them. They reached the Great Hall, hearing the sound of others. Many were painful groans, others were cries of despair. The two emerged in the doorway, paying no mind to those around them and instead continued to walk forward until they saw their parents, Ginny and older brothers Bill and Charlie. Ginny was the first to see them, and rushed to them relieved they were okay and searched for her sister, but when her eyes landed on what was in Fred’s arms she halted. She could see the flaming red hair similar to hers and the blood stained clothing on the unmoving body. Her mouth went agape, hand flying to cover it as her eyes filled with water threatening to escape.

“Please tell me it’s not--.” But Percy simply shook his head, looking at his baby sister with sorrow and Ginny let out a small scream, falling to the ground but was caught by Bill. He stared at the Y/n’s lifeless body, his heart breaking into pieces and he tried desperately to console Ginny, but found it hard to battle his own grief emerging. Molly and Arthur ran upon hearing their daughter’s scream and froze when they saw their son.

“Fred,” Arthur said in a hesitant voice. His son looked at him with tear filled eyes, lips quivering and for Fred, he could feel his body start to shake.

“I-I-I,” he could not find the words, “S-she saved us. She saved us…..” His knees nearly gave out and his brothers Percy and Charlie helped him lower their deceased sister onto the ground. After gently placing the fallen Weasley onto the stone floor, Fred once more collapsed over her body as his grief overpowered him once more. Molly fell back into her husband’s arms, wailing in agony, he too had trouble holding her up as his body racked with sobs. Ginny was still on the floor, being cradled by Bill while Charlie and Percy stood over Fred, rubbing his back with tears of their own falling.

Onlookers watched with solemn expressions. The sight was gut wrenching but unfortunately resembled many throughout the Great Hall as friends mourned friends and teachers draped blankets over their deceased students.

“No! Not my girl!” Molly screamed, “Please not m-my girl.” She fell to her knees, crawling over to the opposite side of her daughter's body and caressed her cold cheek. Blood was all over her precious face, adorned with cuts and gashes, the most horrific on her head and neck. Molly did not even want to look down at Y/n’s body, for she was afraid of what else had happened to cause her daughter such a horrific death. Arthur could see the gaping wound in Y/n’s torso, his stomach lurching at the sight and he had to turn away as he felt nauseous.

George burst through the entrance of the Great Hall. He had separated from his family and Fred at some point during the battle which resulted in his anxiety to soar at not knowing where they were. He heard the wounded were being treated in the Great Hall along with the bodies of those who perished being moved until further notice, so the ginger bolted to the location as fast as he could. His eyes scanned every inch of the large dining hall, and soon he could see a group of people with the same colored hair as him, instantly relieved.

George walked with a rushed pace, slowing with confusion when he heard the wretched cries of his parents and siblings. They were all huddled, blocking his view of the ground. He immediately looked for Fred, becoming relaxed when he saw his brother alive. But George’s stomach dropped at the broken look painted on his twin’s face.

“F-Fred,” he stuttered out as he approached him, “what’s wron----.” Something behind Fred’s shoulder caught his eye, George’s gaze falling to the still figure on the ground. That’s when he realized the fact Fred was kneeling on the ground, hovered over the figure, and his mother was sobbing into their neck.

His twin lifted his head, turning to meet George’s eyes, which revealed the horrific reality waiting for him. There, lying on the stretcher covered in a dark red--almost black--substance and nearly unrecongnizable, was his sister Y/n. Unmoving. Dead.

All the air left George’s body, face consorting to match his family as he took in sight. The clothes she wore were tattered. Dirt and grime painted the visible parts of her skin not coated in her blood. Gashes upon gashes. A nasty intrusion on her temple and torso. George felt the bile form in his throat and before he could stop it the redhead was hunched over, spilling the contents of his stomach onto the floor. Arthur instantly went to him, rubbing his back. Once it appeared George had got it all out, Arthur produced a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his son's mouth as he had seemed to freeze.

“Y-Y/n,” he dropped to his knees. Crawling to Fred and their mother. His twin slightly moved aside to give space. George instantly reached for her hand, devastated when the cold touch hit his skin. “No.” Tears dropped from his eyes, George looking to his family for them to say it was all a nightmare. “N-no. No!”

“George,” Molly whispered, reaching over to comfort him.

He shook his head, not wanting to believe the truth. “What happened?!” Fred winced, returning to a heap of sobs.

“She saved us,” Percy whispered, making George look up. “There was an explosion. A-and she pushed us out of the way. A wall came crashing down,” the older Weasley boy flinched, head dropping as he relieved the most horrifying moment of his life. “It crushed her.”

Molly wheeped into her daughter's chest. Picturing the scene. Unable to save her baby girl who she had spent so long wishing for.

For the twins, it was like a piece of them was now missing. Creating a hole deep in their hearts. They all came into the world together. Y/n first, then Fred, lastly George. How were they supposed to go forward without the third piece of their puzzle?

This question only surfaced the ocean-sized guilt swimming in their veins. Like Fred had done in the precious moments he held their dying sister, George was replaying all the times he had tormented Y/n. The constant pranking. Humiliating her in front of her friends and schoolmates. Getting her in trouble with their antics when she took the fall. Accusing her of snitching on them.

George crumbled, clutching onto Y/n’s hand as he lowered his head to her torso. Praying to whoever above to take care of her in the afterlife and begging her spirit to forgive him. Wishing he could turn back time to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted his sister back.

A cold breeze brushed his ear, almost like a whisper. George thought he felt a hand on his shoulder, but when he turned the closest person to him was Percy, and he was at least five steps away.

Whatever it was Fred had felt it two. The redheads glancing to one another, anguish filling their gaze. For they had their suspicions of what--or who--was responsible for the touch.

Turning back to Y/n’s body, Fred and George pictured what life was in store for them without their sister. Reality sunk in. No longer a bright light, but instead dimly lit.

For what was once three became two.

#weasley twins #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins imagine #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #weasley!reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #fred weasley fanfiction #george weasley fanfiction #ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #slytherin!reader #platonic!reader #harry potter angst

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fanficdelulus · 8 months

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Greetings

Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

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As the three of you arrived at your destination, Satoru turned to [Name] with a mischievous grin and asked, "If you could choose any seat in a classroom, where would you sit?"

[Name] considered the question for a moment before replying, "Hmm, front and center." Her response reflecting her eagerness to learn.

An eager grin spread across Satoru's lips as he playfully took hold of the back of your uniform. A small yelp escaped your lips as your body suddenly fell forward, and surprise was evident on your face as you realized you were practically floating in Satoru's hold. Your [e/c] eyes turned toward the explosion on the side of the building.

Swiftly, Suguru leaped into action. He summoned one of his curses and skillfully caught Riko in the process, displaying his expertise and quick thinking. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the danger was averted, but it was quickly replaced by a squeal. Your stomach felt like it was in your throat as Gojo swiftly advanced, propelling the two of you toward the next target.

"Phew! Just in time," Gojo stated with a touch of cockiness. He had swiftly stopped an onslaught of knives from piercing the two of you, showcasing his incredible combat and protection skills in the nick of time.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you watched in awe as Satoru easily pushed the knives to the side. As the tension in the air grew, the Q Soldier Vayer made himself known. "Ahh, the famous Gojo Satoru, hmm, and who's this foreigner?" he inquired, acknowledging your presence in the mission despite the palpable disgust in his tone. The encounter marked a critical moment in the unfolding mission, where you, a foreign sorcerer, were stepping into the spotlight and engaging with a formidable adversary.

Before you could react, a cocky laugh escaped past Satoru's lips, and his gaze hardened on their opponent. "Of course, you'd think in such an archaic way. Apologize now for what you've said, and I'll let you live," Satoru reiterated, his confidence unwavering. His imposing presence and the demand for an apology created a tense stand-off, setting the stage for a decisive moment in the mission. The Q Soldier Vayer had a choice to make, and the outcome was far from certain.

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“Gahhhhhh!”

"Would you two let go of her? That's not how you treat a lady!" You worriedly exclaimed as you and Kuroi swiftly made your way towards the trio. Your concern and assertiveness in defending Riko were evident.

"Kuroi!" Riko gleefully exclaimed, "My lady, they are our friends," Kuroi happily explained as Suguru's cursed spirit carried her along. The warmth of their reunion was palpable.

A warm smile graced your lips as you stuck out your hand. "I'm [Name] [Surname], but you can call me [Name]! Those two idiots over there and I will be escorting you for the merger. It's nice to meet you," you kindly introduced yourself. The introduction marked a moment of camaraderie, with you extending a friendly hand of welcome to Riko.

"You're so pretty," she softly muttered as she gazed at your voluminous curls and the golden hoops that accentuated your look.

Riko's soft compliment made you blush, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth. Your heart melted at Riko's cuteness. She reminded you of one of your foster sisters, and the connection between the two of you was immediate.

Unable to contain your affection, you swiftly pulled Riko into a sisterly hug. "Riko, you're so cuteee," you squealed with genuine delight.

Tender smiles formed on Satoru and Suguru's lips as they observed the heartwarming moment between the two of you. "You know she's spunkier than I thought," Satoru softly commented, revealing a newfound appreciation for Riko's spirit and energy. "Aren't you supposed to be all gloomy because of the merger?" Satoru questioned, genuinely curious about Riko's optimistic attitude.

"I am Riko Amanai, so you better listen up," she confidently began as soon as she finished hugging you, her determination shining through. "I am Master Tengen, and Master Tengen is me! So there's no need for me to be sad about the merger." Riko's resolute words demonstrated her strength of character.

"Well, that's good. I guess was worried about you for no reason," Satoru nonchalantly informed, his demeanor relaxed but clearly relieved by Riko's conviction. "You talk as if the merger and death are the same thing, but they are not! I will live on with Master Tengen!" Riko confidently declared, emphasizing her faith and resolve.

You couldn't help but be impressed by Riko's unwavering dedication, but it also brought a bittersweet realization. Beneath her strong front, she was just a middle school girl, facing a profound and challenging destiny. Your smile faltered in the slightest as you pondered this fact.

Determined to support and protect her, you quietly vowed,

"I'll make the time we have with her as memorable as I can."

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Hi loves!! Thank you so much for all the love and support for the first two chapters! Tell me what you think so far!

As always, much love xoxo (´･ω･`)

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#gojo x you #gojo angst #jujutsu geto #jjk x you #satoru x y/n #satoru gojo #jujutsu satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x poc reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #geto suguru #riko amanai #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #Fatefanficdelulus

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 4 months

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Golden Trio Era - Slytherin

NOTE: If you have any fic suggestions feel free to write me! Updated: 15.01.2024 🔞 = mature ✔ = completed Other masterlists: mother masterlist

Theodore Nott

NEW ADDITION:

One cup of coffee by @this-barbie-is-having-breakdowns

↳ “IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a series of rather comforting conversation with a Hufflepuff.”

SERIES

Nothing yet...

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

I'm only me when I'm with you by @wordsarelife

↳ “Stealing Theo’s clothes and getting caught”

One cup of coffee by @this-barbie-is-having-breakdowns

↳ “IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a series of rather comforting conversations with a Hufflepuff.”

Mattheo Riddle

NEW ADDITION:

None today :c

SERIES

Nothing yet...

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

Nothing yet...

Blaise Zabini

NEW ADDITION:

None today :c

SERIES

Nothing yet...

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

Nothing yet...

#smut #angst #fluff #fic rec #masterlist #x reader #harry potter #imagine #slytherin #blaise zabini x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #draco malfoy x reader

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itsclydebitches · 11 months

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Thinking today about how much fun a Tedependent fic from Mae's perspective could be:

Verbally cutting, diehard Richmond fan—to the point of kicking others out of her pub; her loyalty outweighs profits and that's sAYING SOMETHING—Mae has been following Trent's writing for years. She approves of his single-minded devotion and take-no-shit style.

He's shown up at the pub once or twice, usually to get a feel for the community after a match so he can do a better write-up. Mae always treats him like a minor celebrity. Trent mentioned her in an article once and you know that's now in a gold frame over the bar.

She's one of the first to notice his demeanor change during the press conferences. The camera rarely ever cuts to the press, but she can hear the difference in how he asks questions now. The soft, awe-like, “Would you care to comment?” is a damn bit different from, “Is this a fucking joke?”

Mae, who is an avid trashy romance reader and has secretly always dreamed of pulling off some epic matchmaking: “HMMM 👀"

By this point she’s incredibly fond of Ted (dragging him for losses is her love language, okay) and it’s definitely a coincidence that Trent is showing up at the pub more each month than he has in the last ten years combined.

The Trio mutters darkly one night about how their cutthroat journo has gone soft and Mae dumps a pitcher of beer over their heads. Then she makes them clean it up. Then she makes them pay for it. Then she explains what they’ve clearly been too blind to see and they are SOLD. Holy shit, Trent Crimm and the American gaffer?? Best hookup of the century, how can they help?

The very next night Ted is moping (from Mae’s perspective) and Trent is awkwardly avoiding a kiss from some stringbean with a mustache. This isn’t just a matter of wanting to be involved now, this disaster duo needs them.

Except soon after Trent publishes his article on Ted’s panic attacks and HO BOY DOES THAT GO OVER WELL /S

He’s banned from the pub. The Trio yells at him on the street like they once yelled at Ted. Ted literally has to beg Mae to forgive him and Trent delivers a homemade strawberry pie, her favorite, to try and smooth things over.

(Everyone knows Ted baked the pie, but Mae’s willingness to go along with the ruse is proof that Trent is back in her good graces.)

It also helps that Trent showed up drunk as a skunk an hour after closing one night, reeling from the fact that he’s a) gay, b) getting a divorce, c) just blew up his twenty year career, d) has incredibly few prospects and a young child to care for, and e) is madly in love with a sunshine golden retriever who’s probably straight. Dressed in her nightgown and spitting fire, Mae forces a pitcher of water down his throat, calls him an Uber, and talks his ear off about how stupid he’s been until it arrives. Trent doesn’t remember anything past the second bar he hit that night, but a small, seemingly subconscious idea sticks with him: why not write a book about Ted Richmond?

So it’s Season Three. Trent is slowly being pulled into the Richmond family orbit. Ted is slowly inching towards Total Football and the culmination of all his work here. They’re dancing around each other, getting closer, but never close, and Mae sees it all unfolding in her pub, on the screen, and through the Richmond grapevine.

She and The Trio decide that It’s Time. Operation Mustache/Hair (Paul had to explain to the others what shipping was) is a go.

Let the shenanigans begin!

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Mae (Ted Lasso)#Tedependent #Ted/Trent

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fantastic-nonsense · 4 months

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the last back-to-back Disney movies that felt like they had the golden trio of a) a well-paced story with good writing, b) interesting, complex characters, and c) genuine heart and soul were Princess and the Frog and Tangled and I don't think it's a coincidence that they're the last true fairy tale retellings Disney has produced

#Big Hero 6 I think also fulfills the golden trio of requirements; but it's isolated in that neither movie on either side of it fits #it's an outlier and anomaly in the 2010s Disney movie entry list unfortunately #disney #princess and the frog #tangled

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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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Hi!!! Do you know any fic where Draco join the Golden Trio in their Hocrux Hunting in 7th year? Thnx

Hello! I know some,

Horcrux Hunting

Temptation on the Warfront by Alizarincrimson (180k)

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

Chronological Displacement by bookinit (89k)

In which Harry and Draco have a time-turner accident, and many things go wrong, but a lot of things also go right. Featuring: reptilian bonding night, canon-inaccurate animagus lessons, and a fuck-ton of pining.

aka the fic where Harry finds his family, and fights to keep them.

Consequences of Redemption by bobbirose (120k)

When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco–and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.

Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields (153k)

What should have happened after ‘Half Blood Prince’! It’s the autumn after Dumbledore’s death, the Death Eaters are steadily gaining power, and Harry and his friends are desperate to find the remaining Horcruxes. But then Draco Malfoy arrives at Grimmauld Place, traumatised, starved and drained of all his magical ability. It falls to Harry to show the Slytherin how to adapt to his new way of life, never guessing that Draco has a few things to teach him in return.

The Sum of Your Scars by Tessa Crowley (4k)

Draco will never forgive Harry for making him a better person, and will never forgive himself for falling in love with him.

Earthbound Spook by cest_what (57k)

Two months after Draco Malfoy was reported dead, Harry and Ron found him tangled in Strangler Ivy on the grounds of Hogwarts.

The Serenity of His Rage by Lomonaaeren (152k)

AU of HBP. Narcissa never made Snape swear an Unbreakable Vow, and in the end, Draco decides to accept Dumbledore’s offer of sanctuary. But when Narcissa dies and Dumbledore declares his intention to create a soul-bond between Harry and Draco mainly to get rid of the Horcrux in Harry, Draco becomes enraged. He’ll use the soul-bond and the sanctuary Dumbledore gave him. But not exactly in the ways that Dumbledore anticipated.

Vulnera Sanentur by Zzzara (51k)

When Harry Potter fires a deadly curse at his "arch-enemy", he has no idea what the curse does. He has no idea he will soon beg Draco Malfoy's forgiveness and try his best to atone. He has no idea that the ugly bathroom incident he would rather forget will tangle and bind their lives together with no chance of escape. Navigating a treacherous path between Dumbledore's lies and Voldemort's orders, Draco is trapped and considered to be dead by both sides of the Wizarding War. Against the Golden Trio's wishes, he joins them on the Horcrux hunt. Except that he has no idea what he is hunting for. This is a love-story, a fight-story, very much compliant to the 6th and 7th 'Harry Potter' books and yet, very, VERY different. Because this time - after the Sectumsempra incident - Harry visited Draco in the hospital wing and tried to apologise.

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by @fencer-x (522k)

[Extensive re-telling of Deathly Hallows] ‘Kill Albus Dumbledore’ is less a challenging task and more a suicide mission, so when Draco Malfoy is presented with the option to either dispatch his Headmaster or suffer an excruciating and most ignominious death of his own, along with his parents, he reaches deep into his black little Slytherin heart and manages to scrape together enough courage to go with option C instead: Spend Sixth Year secretly studying Animagecraft in the hopes he’ll turn into something sufficiently imposing even the Dark Lord himself won’t be able to keep Draco under his thumb. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

Speak (and may the world come undone) by @shealwaysreads (26k)

The war is on in earnest, and the hunt for the Horcruxes has begun. Harry receives help from the least expected person, and must decide whether he can trust the enemy he knows best. A story of grey-tinged loyalty, the silver of trust in the darkness, the agony of courage, the unexpected richness of secrets, and the vast unknown of survival.

Walking the Line by SilentAuror (179k)

Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him.

Bad Faith by jad (224k)

Four years after Dumbledore's death, Draco Malfoy shows up on the doorstep of number twelve, Grimmauld Place looking for Harry Potter. Torn between his own self-preservation and his family's pride, Draco finds himself alone on a battlefield and has nowhere else to turn; and Harry has to learn that sometimes you don't put up walls to keep other people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

The Hush of War by @lol-zeitgeistic (351k)

Voldemort has made a bargain with Harry to stop killing muggles and muggle-borns (when at all possible, of course) in exchange for Harry's cooperation. While Harry thinks he's using the time to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord, he will realize that Voldemort is always one step ahead, and so long as he isn't killing anyone...what's the big deal? He has bigger things to worry about now, anyway. Includes dementors, pureblood culture, the prophecy, what exactly happened with Lily's sacrifice, magical breakthroughs, children Death Eaters, and portraits of family. Final pairing: H/D. Sequel to Black, in the Smothering Dark.

Brave Though The Stars They Make Me by @dwell-the-brave (108k)

After the events at the end of his Sixth Year, Draco Malfoy has been kept all but prisoner in his childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Alone, terrified, and desperate for some way out, he begins to have strange dreams - dreams of Harry Potter. Are they a trick of his mind? Or are they a way to change his fate, and a chance at redemption?

A Slight Inclination by @jilliancares (48k)

When Harry Potter is ten years old he accidentally winds up in Knockturn Alley, where he runs into a man named Lucius Malfoy. Harry is thus thrust into the wizarding world and makes his first ever friend, Draco Malfoy. Years later, Harry is on the hunt for horcruxes with his most trusted friends, Draco, Ron, Blaise, Hermione, and Pansy. Still, being in love with his best friend is bound to make their mission a little bit more difficult, isn't it?

Paradox series by kerfuffling (84k + 34k)

Thanks to a clever bit of magic and the help of an old acquaintance, Draco is given the chance to relive his years at Hogwarts with the knowledge of what exactly is in store for the future. However, when things tumble out of Draco's grasp, he finds himself losing his memories of the life he's already led as everything takes a startling turn away from what he'd always assumed to be his destiny. - Just because Draco's somehow gotten himself involved in Potter's suicide mission to defeat the Dark Lord doesn't mean he has to go quietly and actually act like a Gryffindor fool. And sure, he and Potter have some sort of relationship going on, but Draco's still a Slytherin, and he's going to bring his own brand of cunning to this cockamamy fool camping trip Potter's gone and got himself stuck in trying to save the world from evil lockets, gingers, and badly cooked food.

Death Comes for Us All by @lumosatnight (5k)

Burying his face in Draco’s hair, he can smell the smoke from the cigarette, can taste the ashes lingering in his mouth. Harry finds it comforting, a reminder that Draco has seen his worst and still chooses to stay.

Secrets by Vorabiza (395k)

Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. H/D post-HBP ~~Complete~~

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry reclist #draco malfoy #drarry fic recs #my recs #fic recs #hpdm #harry potter #horcrux hunting

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daddyjackfrost · 2 years

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Chapter 4: Perhaps, Friendship?

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stay With Me ; Morpheus] ❞

morpheus x fem!reader

warnings: third person pov, 10.5k+ words, angst, mean dream, hurt/comfort, yeah

a/n: i’m so terribly sorry this took so long to write…. anyways 😛 i hope u like it!

read chapter 5 here

stay with me ; masterlist

The scent of ink and wood carried through the library, the yellow lights were dim, and Lucienne was at peace. Her study was organized, her quill was perfect, and she was ready to get a heap amount of work done.

Her quill had just touched the paper when she heard the sound of vaguely familiar laughter nearing.

Sighing, the librarian put down her quill and looked at her large, wooden doors expectedly.

Loud voices pushed her doors wide open, three culprits standing before her, all indulged in their own conversation. A reluctant smile pulled at Lucienne’s lips at the sight of Mervyn laughing, his wooden shoulders shook and his head was tipped back.

“Ahem,” Lucienne cleared her throat.

Mervyn, Matthew, and Y/n looked up at Lucienne, a guilty smile on Y/n’s face. Lucienne took a moment to inspect the woman. She looked healthy, but there was a sullen sadness behind her eyes. One she often saw in her Lord.

“Some of us,” Lucienne threw a pointed look at Mervyn, “have work to do.”

“Sorry, Lucienne,” Matthew said, perched on Y/n’s shoulder. “We wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with us?”

Y/n nodded, her eyes lighting up. “You must, Lucienne. It’ll be so fun.”

“Where to?” The librarian asked, slightly intrigued.

Y/n and Mervyn shared a look before turning back to her.

“Fae said she would use her dust on Mervyn and I.” Y/n’s smile was wide.

Lucienne blinked. “Pardon?”

“We’re gonna fly, Luci. The kid and I. Then we’ll fight Matthew and Fae in the air.” Mervyn rested against a bookshelf, nonchalant.

Lucienne stared at Mervyn for a moment, deciding to ignore the nickname for the time being. She turned to Matthew and Y/n, both staring at her with wide eyes. “What?”

“Told you she’d freak,” Mervyn whispered to Y/n. The woman slapped his arm in return.

Lucienne inhaled a long breath, closing her eyes and counting to three. When she opened her eyes, she straightened in her seat and picked up her quill.

“You three are going to get yourselves in trouble, and I will not be part of it.” She paused. “Tell me how it goes.”

Matthew chirped. “We won’t. Not when the Boss has a soft spot for Miss demi-god here.”

Y/n turned to Matthew, her mouth agape and eyes wide. She brushed him off her shoulder, rolling her eyes at Matthew and Mervyn’s laughter. “He does not.”

Lucienne said nothing in response, just smiled briefly before motioning towards the door. “Get out now, please.”

Bickering, the three left Lucienne’s study. She shook her head in amusement before returning to her work. She was sure she would hear about their time with Fae at some point, and the disaster of it all.

Leaving Lucienne in her study, the trio made their way out of the palace. Fae had agreed to meet them outside the palace, past the bridge.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Y/n asked Mervyn.

The pumpkinhead shrugged. “Probably not, but it’ll be fun.”

Matthew nodded his head, landing back on Y/n’s shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you guys fly.”

Y/n spotted Fae and raised her hand in greeting, waving to the fairy. As they walked across the bridge, they passed many dreamers. Y/n smiled at them, unaware of their stares of awe.

“Greetings, friends.”

Fae’s soft voice reached their ears and Y/n smiled as Matthew cawed in greeting. Mervyn nodded his head at the fairy, trying to keep his eyes off her.

Y/n walked towards Fae and the fairy opened her arms. Mindful of her wings, Y/n hugged Fae.

Pulling back, Fae clapped her dark, brown hands. Her golden eyes shone. “Are you ready?”

Y/n and Mervyn nodded, excited. Matthew flew off Y/n’s shoulder and landed on the grass next to Fae.

Reaching into her pouch, Fae grabbed a handful of bright pink sand. It shimmered in The Dreaming sun. Y/n’s heart fluttered. She could feel the magic.

“Lord Morpheus granted me this sand to aid in dream-making. He would be disappointed that it is being used this way…”

Merv tsked, putting his cigar away. “Come now, Fae. You promised.”

Fae smiled, shaking her head. “I did. Step forward.”

Y/n and Merv stepped towards Fae and she sprinkled sand over them. She mumbled incoherent words, and when she blew the last remnants of the sand, Mervyn and Y/n began to float.

Y/n screamed in surprise when her feet lifted off the ground. Her arms spread wide as her body tried to stabilize itself in the air. Her laughter was loud.

Merv let out a small laugh when he kicked his legs and pushed his arms, moving. He looked stiff in the air, unnatural, but he felt so free.

Matthew chirped, happily. He pushed off the ground and flew around Y/n and Merv. He tried to teach Mervyn how to move properly, and in the process, the pumpkinhead kicked Y/n’s arm.

“Ow, Merv.”

“Sorry, kid.” Merv was upside down, his smile wide.

Fae laughed before flapping her wings and kicking off the ground. She flew up to Mervyn, giggling when Y/n pushed him.

The four of them stayed in the air, laughing and pushing. Dreamers watched them with glazed eyes, enjoying the unusualness of their dream. One they hoped to remember.

“You look like a starfish,” Matthew told Merv. The pumpkinhead had his arms and legs spread out, following Fae’s advice. At the comment, Merv grumbled and Fae consoled him.

“Is this how you feel when you fly?” Y/n asked Matthew.

The raven chirped, nodding. “Yup. It’s nice, right?”

Y/n nodded, soaking in the sun and the feeling of complete freedom. At this moment, she was not tethered to anything. Not the ground, humanity, or sadness. She was free of immortal bindings.

“What,” a low, dark voice interrupted them, “is going on here?”

The dreams and Y/n looked down instantly, finding Morpheus standing before them with his hands behind his back and his lips pulled into a frown.

His eyes were bright, curious. When they landed on Y/n, they sharpened.

“We, uh,” Y/n licked her lips, fixing her dress, “we’re flying?”

“Yes,” Morpheus said. “I see that. Why?”

Y/n looked at Fae, then at Merv, before looking back at Morpheus. “For fun?”

Morpheus blinked slowly, swallowing his initial amusement. “You are disrupting the dreamers.”

His tone, soft and plain, free of accusation, just fact, sobered the dreams. Fae grabbed onto Merv’s leg and Y/n’s arm, pulling them back to the ground. Once their feet landed, the sand fell off their bodies and they were once again binded to the ground.

“Forgive me, your Majesty.” Fae bowed, an unwelcome frown on her lips. “I understand if you wish to take back your gift.”

Morpheus’s eyes were on Fae, his lips thinned. Unconsciously, his eyes drifted to Y/n’s frown, her pursed lips and conflicted eyes, and Morpheus shook his head once.

“I will not. However, do not misuse, Fae. A gift is a gift, its purpose is in the hands of the receiver.”

The fairy nodded, smiled briefly at Y/n, and flew away.

Matthew and Mervyn were quiet, standing beside Y/n. They hid behind her shadow, knowing that the human–half human–would protect them from Moprheus’s silent rage.

“Come, Y/n.” Morpheus’s voice tickled Y/n’s neck. It pulled at her heart, the intimacy of her name on his tongue.

“Or stay.” His second comment felt colder, a push Y/n had grown familiar to.

Morpheus’s eyes turned to Mervyn and the pumpkinhead straightened. “Abel calls for you, Mervyn. Cain has broken his well.”

Saluting Morpheus, Merv bumped his shoulder against Y/n’s. “See ya later, kid.”

Matthew landed on Y/n’s shoulder, his designated place on their adventures. Morpheus turned and began to walk away, towards the Barren.

Falling into step with him, Y/n smiled as she passed dreamers and dreams alike. She had begun dreaming more, yearning to spend more time in The Dreaming then the Waking World.

Although she loved her waking life, her dream life had become one of joy and pleasure.

“You have a significant way with my creations, Y/n.”

She turned her head, drinking in his side profile. “Do I?”

“Yes.” The Endless nodded. “They cannot stay away from you.”

Can you? Y/n wondered. Do you?

She bumped her chin against Matthew’s head. “Is this about the Corinthian?”

Morpheus said nothing, and she knew it was. A few days ago, she woke at the edge of the gates of Ivory. The Corinthian found her, and kept her company. They walked around The Dreaming, and she learned more about the nightmare.

Word spread that the immortal and the nightmare were spending time together, and Y/n realized that disgust was a universal emotion, not just a human one.

“Jealousy is not a pretty emotion, Lord Morpheus.”

Dream’s jaw tightened. He was an Endless, the Lord of The Dreaming, and yet, a halfblood had the nerve to insult him. His nostrils flared at the formal title. It felt teasing, taunting.

“I am not one to succumb to petty human emotions, Daughter of Bast. Do not forget it.”

There was not a single fleeting sight of fear in her eyes, just amusement. Her grin widened and she turned her head, hiding her snicker of laughter.

Matthew was silent, observing the interactions between his Master and his friend. There had been an ongoing conversation between Lucienne, Mervyn, and himself about the two. Questions, theories, and bets had been discussed in private.

All in due time, the raven mused.

Once they reached the Barren, Y/n’s smile dimmed. Her eyes drifted across the plain, dark land. It reminded her of her village, once upon a time. Burned to the ground by those who held the flame.

“The Barren is… barren.”

“Yes,” Morpheus answered, walking towards the middle. “I believe the name is quite fitting.”

Y/n stepped off the soft grass and onto hardened purple sand. It was cold below her exposed feet, and a shiver ran up her spine. As she began to follow, warm brown boots appeared on her feet and she stumbled. Matthew pulled the shoulder of her dress, stabilizing her.

She looked down at the boots and wiggled her foot, one by one. Then, she lifted her head and stared at the back of Morpheus’s head, her heart tightened and she blinked slowly.

Morpheus felt her stare, it burned him.

They walked towards the middle, where three blobs of gray, sandy matter awaited them.

Morpheus stood before them, his arms hanging. His head tilted and his blue eyes twinkled. His mind quietened as he inhaled a long, deep breath.

Humans had become cruel, creative. Their dreams had become nightmares for others.

“What are you making?” Y/n asked quietly, her voice a caress on Morpheus’s touch-deprived face.

“I am unsure,” he responded, quieter than her. Y/n leaned in closer, her arm brushing his.

“A dream,” she whispered. “There are enough nightmares in the Waking World.”

Morpheus’s lips parted slightly. He wanted to ask what she meant, why she refused to tell him more, but he said nothing. Instead, he said, “very well.”

Matthew’s beak fell open, his eyes wide. He never thought he would see the day when Morpheus would so easily accept the recommendation of another.

Lucienne will love this, he thought, and hate it.

Morpheus stepped back, forcing Y/n to as well. The Endless raised his pale, delicate hands, and began to move them in calculated, smooth movements.

Y/n’s eyes stayed on his hands, the way a flick of his finger sculpted a cheek, feigned pressure created the space for an eye. She had seen sculptors sculpt before, but none had ever moved with grace the way Morpheus did.

He poured his love, his empathy, into the dream. The tenderness in which he performed had never been witnessed before, and it tingled the depth of Y/n’s heart. It felt private, something that was hers until the end of time.

In a way incomprehensible to a lesser being, Morpheus finished creating the dream, and when he did, he dropped his hands and released a small breath.

Y/n’s eyes widened in amazement, her jaw close to the floor. In a blink of an eye, Morpheus had created something so beautiful, majestic.

Before them stood a large, eagle-like bird with red and golden feathers. The bird had dark red eyes and an indigo beak. It was surely a creature worthy of only The Dreaming.

“A phoenix?”

“That’s a big bird,” Matthew whispered, puffing his chest.

Morpheus’s eyes were round, filled with love. The dream before him was perfect, and it had been the first he had created in a long time.

“The phoenix, a mythical creature of human thought, is a symbol of hope, renewal, resurrection,” his eyes drifted to Y/n’s momentarily, “and immortality.”

He reached out to the bird, gently petting the bowed phoenix’s head. “Humanity is in need of hope and healing, perhaps this dream will guide them to a better renewal.”

Y/n listened to Morpheus closely. The way his words fell off his tongue, precise and knowledgeable. He spoke as if he knew humanity well, and he did.

“Yes, humanity could use some hope and healing.” Y/n hesitantly reached out to the bird, awaiting Moprheus’s approval. When he nodded, once, she laid her hand gently on the phoenix’s head.

Morpheus wondered when Y/n had begun to separate herself from humanity.

“There is an Egyptian mythological creature that resembles a phoenix.” She paused. “The Bennu.”

Morpheus scratched the underside of the bird’s chin. “I see.”

Y/n petted the bird’s neck, gently. “I thought learning about my mother dearest and her history would be beneficial.”

Matthew crackled, quickly clearing his throat at Moprheus’s unimpressed look.

“It is not wise to taunt the Gods, Y/n.”

Y/n ignored Moprheus’s sharp look, a warning he wished he could have told many before her.

“I will burn that bridge when I get to it, Morpheus.” Y/n smiled when the bird leaned into her touch. “What are you naming him?”

Morpheus turned his head back to the phoenix, his head slightly tilted to the left. “Its name is Phoenix.”

“Oh,” Y/n tried to hide her disappointment. “What about Blaze?”

Morpheus stilled, turning to face Y/n’s amused smile. His lips were pulled into a frown and he shook his head. “No.”

Y/n shrugged. “I’ll call him Fi-Fi, then.” Her grin widened when Matthew laughed. “Isn’t that right, Fi-Fi?” She patted the bird's cheek.

Morpheus chose not to respond, knowing if he indulged her, she would win.

Everything is a game, he reminded himself.

Everything.

He nodded once at the new dream, and the bird cawed loudly once before flying away. Y/n watched the phoenix fly away with big, curious eyes.

The red stood out in the dull purple sky and she counted the seconds it took for the red to disappear.

Morpheus, in turn, watched her.

“Have you read every book in this library, Lucienne?”

“Yes, I have. These books are my responsibility, in my care. How can I call myself the chief librarian if I do not know the books in my library?”

The women stood in an aisle, sorting books. It was comforting to them, surrounded by ink and paper. Y/n felt at home, her library in the Waking World mirrored Lucienne’s, except here, there was a friend.

“Have you?” Lucienne asked her, curious.

She kept her knowledge on the Waking World up to par, but felt conflicted asking Y/n about her life. From the strain of her eyes, and the way her smile had dimmed in the slightest, she knew that Y/n suffered the fate of every immortal.

Human life was meant to be lived temporarily, short.

Y/n nodded, smiling as she slid a book into place.

“Yes. My library is not as grand as yours, but it is big. I try to read at least ten books per day, if not more.”

Lucienne did not see the soft, reminiscent smile on Y/n’s face. They faced opposite shelves, their backs to each other.

“Does it not get tiresome?”

“Not in the slightest,” Y/n said. “Everyday, there is something new to do. To read. To see. And sometimes, life does get boring but I am so privileged to think so.”

Lucienne smiled, amazed at Y/n’s love for her life. The librarian knew that she had seen many horrible things, gone through unimaginable loss, and yet, she could not find it in herself to hate any part of her life.

It was honorable, and a bit fearsome.

“You carry a lot of love, Y/n.”

Y/n’s smile turned remorseful, Lucienne’s words sounded familiar. “I do.”

Lucienne turned, and the movement made Y/n turn as well. They stared at each other, a secret forming between them. A bond tightening and looping around them.

“Have you ever wished for your time to end?”

Y/n leaned against the shelf, thinking. She had lived many lives, for many years, and the memories had begun to blur together.

“Yes,” she answered quietly. “Once. Long ago.”

Lucienne stared, staying quiet. She would not ask, but her silence invited conversation.

“I had no family growing up. No brothers or sisters. But I had friends. People I loved like my own. When they all passed, the thought of going with them crossed my mind.”

Lucienne’s eyes softened. She had been in The Dreaming for a long time, and no longer remembered human attachment, but the anguish in Y/n’s voice was enough.

“What changed your mind?”

Y/n smiled, twisting a single band on her finger. “My friend, Karisa, on her deathbed, made me promise that I would live for the both of us. She reminded me of the love I had for living, and told me I was too strong to die.”

“She sounds wonderful.”

“She was simply splendid. Crazy, loud, improper, but splendid.”

Lucienne’s smile tightened, and Y/n noticed. Turning, the librarian finished organizing her shelf. Y/n watched Lucienne, the stiffness of her shoulders, the way she tried to shrug off her sadness.

“If there is one thing humans did right, it is the concept of friendship.”

“Right? Having even a single friend can change your life.”

Lucienne said nothing in response.

“Lucienne.” Y/n said her name in a way she had yet to hear, free of authority and want, just love.

The librarian turned, eyebrows raised. Y/n smiled at her, a knowing look on her face.

“Thank you for being my friend.”

Lucienne’s lips parted and she blinked. A genuine smile pulled at her lips and she pushed her glasses up.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

Morpheus found both women staring at each other, smiles on their faces. He stepped out from within the shadows, standing tall.

“Lucienne. Y/n.”

Lucienne turned her head to Morpheus, tipping her head in a bow. “My Lord.”

Y/n raised her hand and smiled at him. His hair was unruly, sticking up in a way that was heartwarming and irritating. His porcelain skin glowed under the warm library lights, and his coat was longer, different.

He was ethereal.

“Have you completed the drafts on the new dreams and nightmares, Lucienne?”

The librarian nodded, handing her book to Y/n. “Yes, my Lord. It is on my desk. I’ll just be a moment.”

Lucienne walked away, leaving Y/n and Morpheus alone between the aisles. A scene familiar to both.

Morpheus watched Y/n as she slid the book into place. Lucienne had her own system, unbeknownst to anyone. It was hers to understand, hers to know, and yet, Y/n had learned.

“You do not have to help Lucienne.” He knew that his librarian was very capable and used to working alone.

Y/n turned, leaning against the shelf. She crossed her arms, staring at the ancient being before her. “I know. I want to.”

Morpheus did not ask, but the question was clear in his icy blue eyes: why?

“I love spending time with Lucienne. I love this library. It’s a pleasure to be here.”

“Lucienne enjoys your company.”

“Do you?”

Y/n froze, her eyes lifting to meet Morpheus’s blue ones. They were sharp, free of any emotion. Her question did not seem to have affected him, but she saw his stiff shoulders, the way he reeled away at confrontation.

Hurried footsteps broke their stare. Moprheus turned, staring at an approaching Lucienne. “Here it is, My Lord.”

Morpheus grabbed the papers, nodding appreciatively at Lucienne.

The librarian looked between her Lord and Y/n, her eyes slightly narrowing.

“Y/n,” Morpheus said her name quietly. A whisper. A prayer. His eyes drifted to hers, and he almost answered her question.

I do, he wanted to say. I have no reason to, and yet, I do.

Instead, he said, “Accompany me to the dreamwalk?”

“Dreamwalk?”

“The waters of The Dreaming.”

Y/n’s eyes lit, her smile widening into a grin. She loved exploring The Dreaming. Learning more about the Dream realm quenched a thirst she had long forgotten about.

“Oh, yes. Please.”

“Come.”

Morpheus turned, giving the women a moment of privacy. Y/n smiled at Lucienne and squeezed her hand. “I will see you soon, Lucienne.”

The smile Lucienne returned was small, secretive.

“Have fun, my friend.”

Y/n turned and looked up at the back of Morpheus’s head. His head turned slightly, the corners of his eyes meeting hers.

“Do not get lost, Y/n.”

“Lost? What do you mea—”

Dark smoke clouded them, and they were pulled, twisting and turning. Y/n closed her eyes and reached for Dream, grabbing onto his arm. When they landed, she opened her eyes to dark, dangerous waters.

They stood on a dock, sky purple and water blue, swimming with dreams and nightmares.

Y/n let go of Moprheus’s arm, stepping back. She smoothed out her dress, ignoring his heated glare. Hesitantly, she took small steps towards the edge of the dock, passing Morpheus’s still body.

A strong, yet gentle hand grabbed her shoulder, halting her. Y/n stilled at the contact.

“Do not go further, lest you fall and get lost within the waters.”

Morpheus’s voice tickled her neck, his hold on her shoulder tightening for the slightest of moments before he let go and stepped away.

“These waters are consuming, filled with dreams and nightmares almost as old as Time itself. No one besides myself can navigate these waters.”

Y/n’s eyes wandered the dock, fixing on certain dreams that swam close to the surface. The Dreaming was magnificent, it was beyond beautiful, but here, this dock, it was the realm of nightmares.

The coldness of the air, the depth of the water, the uncertainty of what is hidden was enough to remind Y/n that while Morpheus was the King of Dreams, he was also the Ruler of Nightmares.

This was the other, hidden side to the coin.

With the raise of his hand, the waters lifted, danced. His hand swayed, and the water swayed as well. The dreams and nightmares performed, basking in Y/n’s full attention. Morpheus’s lips twitched at the sight of Y/n’s amazement.

“Do you do this for all your friends, Dream?” Y/n turned her head, a teasing smile on her face.

Morpheus stilled, his expression turned to stone and his eyes narrowed. His hand dropped, as did the water. His presence shifted, grew colder and distant. He stood taller while shadows around him darkened.

Y/n’s words had broken the unfortunate spell he had been under, and his eyes darkened, turning the same colour as the deep blue waters.

“What did you say?”

Y/n turned around at the low, menacing tone Moprheus used. Her eyes widened as her lips parted. In all the years they had known each other, Morpheus had never shown this side to him.

“I–”

“Is that what you think we are?” Morpheus took a small step towards Y/n, his eyes rimmed with red. “Friends?” He spat the word, as if the very notion pained him.

Y/n swallowed, standing tall. “Are we not? Do we not speak and interact as friends?”

“I am an Endless, Y/n. Do you truly believe that a being such as myself has any value for a pathetic halfblood such as yourself?”

Morpheus’s words were harsh, unredeemable, and yet he could not stop himself.

“Halfblood?”

Morpheus stepped closer. “Half human and half God. It is what we call those that were abandoned, unloved.”

Y/n’s eyes watered, but she stood tall. Her lips shook, but she did not remove her gaze from Moprheus. He was enraged, furious. She could not recognize him, his fury matched those of brutal Kings and harsh Rulers.

“You forget yourself, human. You have inserted yourself in The Dreaming. Do you truly believe I would waste precious time on you?” His voice dropped an octave, reaching the depths of Y/n’s heart.

“A being such as yourself has no value to me. You are a single atom in my vast universe.”

“Morpheus,” Y/n’s voice wavered. “You’re being mean, and I won’t let you take back your words.”

Morpheus tilted his head down, eye levels matching. The blue had darkened, replaced with black. These were the eyes of an Endless. The eyes and anger of the Ruler of Nightmares.

“You have bewitched me, halfblood.” Morpheus’s nose almost touched Y/n’s. “You are not welcomed in The Dreaming as a guest any longer. If you shall dream, you shall do so as every human does.”

Morpheus ignored the tears that gathered in her eyes, his heart racing and blood boiling. “I will pity you no longer. There will be no more exploring.”

“You, Y/n,” Morpheus’s voice lowered, touching the very bottom of Y/n’s shattered heart, “are no friend to The Dreaming.” The shadows on his face darkened, and he looked like Y/n’s worst nightmare. “Nor I.”

Morpheus stepped back, and tears spilled from Y/n’s eyes. It had been the first time she had cried in years, and her heart began chipping away, the one she spent so long trying to rebuild.

“You may not pity me any more, Morpheus, but I pity you. Imagine,” she stepped towards him, her eyes glistened with tears, “being as old as Time, and lonelier than Death.”

Y/n’s arms dropped, as did her facial muscles, and Moprheus finally saw the price of immortality on her face. The way her eyes had slightly sullen, the way her lips naturally turned downwards, and the look of utter heartbreak on her face.

“I never wish to see or speak to you again. Awake or dreaming.” Y/n’s voice falters, but her eyes are hard, unforgiving.

She pushes past Morpheus, walking away from him. Morpheus listens to her footsteps, his stoic expression cracking with each step she takes.

The King of Dreams stands in the Barren for a long time, realizing that the silence around him will be his company until the end of this world, and the next.

Alone, he mulls. Forever.

Chills run across Moprheus’s skin, and the Endless lifts his head, his eyes closing and lips thinning.

Y/n is in The Dreaming.

The throne room is dark, colder than it usually is. Morpheus leans back on his throne, itching for something he cannot identify.

Straining his ears, he can hear Lucienne and Y/n’s laughter from the library, and it pulls at his heart.

Years had passed since Moprheus and Y/n had last spoken, and he had felt the time like a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Once, he had called upon Mervyn and felt her presence nearby, but she never showed herself.

It was within his power to scope The Dreaming, watch every resident or dreamer, but Moprheus refused to use his omnipotence unwisely. And so, he kept away from Y/n.

Often, Morpheus found himself closing his eyes and opening his ears. He listened to her laugh, her stories, the way she breathed and the calmness of it.

His words from the Barren haunted him, replaying in his mind. He had not realized the weight of his words until fifty years had passed and Lucienne had accidentally told him that Y/n had expressed anger at the thought of him.

Morpheus knew that he had been the one to push Y/n away. His words broke her heart, pulled her away from him, but he did not think about the repercussions of his words.

Immortals often tended not to.

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands.

He knew that Y/n still explored The Dreaming, except it was no longer with him. Her usual companions were Matthew and Mervyn, and sometimes Cain and Abel.

The murderous holy brother had become friends with the woman, and it ached Morpheus every day.

A foreign force pushed at Morpheus’s mind, and he waved his hand. His sister did not visit often, and the thought of her brought ease to his racing mind.

“You look terrible,” a teasing feminine voice said.

Dream lifted his head and his eyes softened at the sight of his sister.

Death stood in the middle of the throne room, her hands on her waist. She wore black leather, and her sigil hung from her neck. Her curly black hair was longer, and her dark brown skin glistened.

“Sister,” Morpheus greeted, standing. He walked down the steps and towards Death until he stood before her. “What brings you to my realm?”

Death’s eyes trailed Morpheus before she raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Are you a child, Dream?”

Morpheus blinked. “No.”

“Then why,” Death sighed, “do you behave as such?”

Morpheus said nothing, but his lips pulled into a frown.

“Your hundred year meeting with Y/n L/n did not happen today.” Death’s voice lowered slightly, heavy with wisdom. “Why?’

Morpheus’s heart tugged at the thought of Y/n. It had been a hundred years since he heard her voice, been pestered by her questions and inane energy. Their distance had resulted in a dull pain behind his eyes.

“Y/n and I will no longer be meeting every hundred years.”

Death snorted, her other eyebrow raising. “And why is that? Has she taught you the meaning of humanity? Are you convinced of a human’s capacity to love?”

Dream’s eyes narrowed. “Y/n is not human.” At the sight of Death’s unchanged expression, his lips parted. “You knew that.”

Death shook her head, her eyes softening.

“Being human does not come in portions, Dream. Although Y/n is the daughter of Bast, she is the most human of beings I have ever known. Do you not know of her pain? Of all she has suffered? And yet, she continues to love. To live.”

Death stepped closer, placing her hand on Moprheus’s chest. “Fate is not straightforward. It is unknowing, unchangeable. Why do you break your own heart?”

“I do not know what you speak of, sister.” Morpheus’s eyes were red, glazed.

“I made Y/n immortal so she could live her life to the fullest, and so you could finally learn a thing or two about humanity. She is tied to you, Morpheus. Through history, through Bast, through it all.”

“I do not understand, sister. Why would Y/n be tied to me?”

Death sighed, a breathy laugh escaping her. “Get off your high horse and apologize to her. I do not know what you said, but I know it was you who ruined the balance of fate.”

She smiled at him, patting his chest once. “Fix it.”

Death stepped back, smiled at her brother, and disappeared.

Morpheus stood still, Death’s words ringing in his ears. He could not make sense of any of them, except her last words.

“Fix it.”

Releasing a long breath, Dream stared at his large throne room doors. He was not one to apologize, or forgive. He was an Endless, superior to every other being. He did not need to fix things. He created them.

When the time was right, she would come to him. And he would let her.

Until then, Morpheus would do his job, complete his responsibilities. He would learn to ignore her laughter ringing through The Dreaming.

Inhaling, Morpheus straightened. As he turned to make his way back to his throne, a solid knock rang through the room.

“Enter,” Morpheus called out.

Lucienne pushed open the large doors, bowing. She walked towards Dream with paced steps and a soft, professional frown on her lips.

“My Lord,” Lucienne greeted. “I have some unfortunate news.”

Morpheus’s heart stilled for the briefest of moments. A question of Y/n’s wellbeing was on the tip of his tongue, but he said nothing.

“The Corinthian… he seems to be looking for a way to the Waking World.” Lucienne paused, her words dying on her tongue. Dream’s eyes narrowed. “I believe he is trying to get some sort of information from Y/n.”

Her name on Lucienne’s tongue was hesitant, light. But it had the same effect on him it always did. His heart pulled and he took a moment before answering. Her name had become taboo around him.

“What sort of information could The Corinthian want from Y/n?”

“I am not sure, my Lord. She briefly mentioned her meeting with the Corinthian. But I have heard speculation from other nightmares as well.”

Morpheus crossed his arms behind his back, tilting his head up. “I shall speak to Y/n.” He wished to do anything but.

Lucienne winced. “My Lord… I do not think that is a wise idea.”

Icy blue eyes stared down at Lucienne. “Why is that?”

The librarian pursed her lips. “Y/n is stubborn. I do not think she wishes to see you.”

Lucienne’s words pierced Dream’s heart. “I will make her talk.”

“My Lord,” Lucienne’s eyebrows furrowed, “surely you would not misuse your authority?”

“I am your King, Lucienne.” Morpheus’s tone was harsh. “Do not question me.”

The librarian nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Of course.” She bowed her head and walked away, ignoring the way The Dreaming began to darken by gray clouds.

The Dreaming remained sullen, dark, for quite some time after that.

A warm breeze tickled Y/n as she laid sideways in Fiddler’s Green. A story about man’s pride and a woman’s prejudice that had yet to be written laid forgotten beside her. A picnic basket filled with small desserts sat near her, empty.

As she laid in her bed that night, she wished to be alone. Her thoughts had been heavy and company had been rampage. She wished to find peace and solitude in her dreams, and she did.

The grass below her caressed her skin, comforting her. Trees blocked the sun from her face. Fiddler’s Green was a place of comfort, and it loved Y/n as much as she loved it.

Against her better judgement, Y/n began to think about Morpheus. She missed him. His presence, his way of speaking, and the comfort he provided her. His words from the Barren often haunted her waking hours. The harshness behind them. The truth behind them.

If there was one thing Y/n learned over the years, it was that people—beings—always meant what they said when angry, unprovoked. If drunk words were sober thoughts, then angry words were hidden thoughts.

After the Barren, The Dreaming had become a bit uncomfortable for Y/n. She loved it and the residents, but she knew that it was his realm, and if he wanted to, he could remove her from it.

Closing her eyes, Y/n released a small shaky breath. She wished to see Morpheus, to hear his low, raspy voice. She wished for his apology.

Y/n’s lips pulled into a frown. The Endless was stubborn, much like her. She knew he would not apologize, and she would wait for it forever.

A chill ran through Y/n’s spine and she opened her eyes to find a black cat with yellow eyes staring at her.

Y/n did not move, her breath hitched. She stared at the cat, amazed at the size of it. It was a large cat, with black fur. It was beyond any feline she saw at her Mother’s palace.

Y/n pushed herself up, sitting with her back against a tree. She slowly bent her knees, hugging them as her eyes stayed on the cat.

“Hello,” she said. Y/n was unsure whether being the daughter of Bast gave her the ability to speak to this cat.

When she visited the palace, the other cats seemed to understand her, but this cat had a different presence.

Darker, superior, regal.

“I will not hurt you,” she whispered. “I promise.”

The cat took one step closer to her, its head tilting. Its yellow eyes glowed, narrowing at Y/n.

“I thought I wanted to be alone but I don’t.” She smiled at the tomcat. “I would really like it if you kept me company.”

The cat stared at Y/n before it slowly walked towards her. Her eyes widened as it neared, mistaking just how large this cat really was.

When it stood before her, she slowly blinked. The cat stared at her for a few minutes before slowly blinking.

Y/n grinned, tilting her head to the side. Slowly, she reached out to the cat, her hand limp to the side of its face. She stared at her hand, and then back to the cat. “You let me know if I can touch you.”

Hesitantly, the feline tilted its head towards her hand, sniffing it. It then bumped its head against her hand. Once Y/n realized it was okay, she gently rubbed its chin. It pushed into her soak, yellow eyes closing.

“Enjoying it, are you?” Y/n pet its cheek. “Are you a boy or girl?” Y/n laughed when the cat opened its eyes, staring at her.

“Girl?” The cat slightly pulled away.

“Boy?” He pushed into her hand.

Y/n’s smile widened. “A boy, huh?” Y/n ran the back of her hand along the side of his face. When he purred, Y/n laughed. She patted the grass next to her.

“Lay with me?”

To her surprise, the cat circled the grass once before laying next to her, his head resting against her thigh. Gently, she stroked his forehead to the base of his tail. He closed his eyes, purring.

“You remind me of someone,” she spoke gently to the cat. “Perhaps I dreamt you thinking of him.”

Y/n continuously stroked the cat, her own eyes closing. She rested her head against the tree.

They spent a long time in Fiddler’s Green, enjoying each other's company. Y/n had forgotten how much she loved cats, especially since she vowed to never get another after hers died in the Waking World.

Two loud male voices interrupted the comfortable silence. Y/n opened her eyes and a smile pulled at her lips at the familiar voices.

“Kid!” Mervyn appeared from behind a tree, Matthew close behind him. “There you are. Do you know how hard it is to find you?”

“Y/n!” Matthew greeted, landing on Merv’s shoulder.

At the sight of the large, black cat, their eyes widened and their mouths fell open. The cat stood in front of Y/n, protecting her.

Y/n looked at Mervyn’s disbelieving look and the cat before resting a hand on the cat’s back.

“Quiet down. You’ve scared him.”

“Scared him?” The pumpkinhead looked at Y/n with wide eyes. “Y/n, do you know this cat?”

Y/n shook her head. “No. He just showed up here a little while ago. I think I dreamt him.”

Merv looked at Matthew, and Matthew looked at Merv. The raven and pumpkinhead then looked at Y/n and plastered fake smiles on their faces.

“Yes,” Merv said. “You probably dreamt him.”

Matthew cleared his throat. “You wanna come with us to visit Lucienne? She misses you.”

At the sound of the librarian’s name, Y/n’s eyes brightened. The cat watched her with an unbreaking gaze. Pushing herself up, Y/n smoothed out her dress. She smiled down at the cat and rubbed his head.

“Come on,” she said. “We’re going on a little walk.”

Merv turned and began to walk, Y/n fell into step with him. The trio spoke and laughed and the cat walked behind them, drinking in the sight.

Glancing behind her, Y/n paused and waited until the feline fell into step with her. As the cat began to walk beside them, Mervyn stiffened, and Matthew slightly lowered his voice.

Y/n did not notice.

When they reached the library, Mervyn held the door for Y/n, and slightly bowed his head as the cat followed behind her.

Walking behind them, Matthew whispered in Merv’s ear.

“Is that really the Boss?”

Mervyn nodded, once. “Yeah, man. It is.”

The pair followed Y/n to Lucienne’s study.

Knocking, Y/n pushed open the large wooden doors. Lucienne stood in the corner of her study, scratching her chin as she glanced between two books.

“Working very hard, I see.”

At the sound of her voice, Lucienne turned and smiled at Y/n.

“Always,” the librarian responded. She stepped towards Y/n before gasping at the sight of the large cat, a hand on her heart and eyebrows raised.

Lucienne stared at the cat before looking back at Y/n. The librarian looked past Y/n, at Mervyn. The pumpkinhead nodded once and Lucienne dropped her hand, straightening her suit.

“I see you’ve made a new friend, Y/n.”

The woman smiled, petting the cat’s head. “Isn’t he lovely? He showed up in Fiddler’s Green just when I needed company. What are the chances?”

“I’d say pretty high,” Merv whispered to Matthew.

Lucienne shot Merv a warning glance before motioning towards the door. The pumpkinhead and raven tipped their head to the librarian before saying their goodbyes to Y/n and leaving.

When the doors shut, Lucienne motioned at the seats. “Sit, Y/n.”

Y/n sat down on her favourite chair and the cat followed her, sitting right beside her on the ground. Lucienne took the seat opposite of Y/n, her dark eyes glancing at the cat ever so often.

“How are you, my friend?”

Y/n’s smile fell momentarily before it widened. Yellow eyes watched her carefully, unblinking.

“I’m okay, Lucienne. Better.”

“You woke in Fiddler's Green today?”

Y/n nodded. “I did. I love Fiddler’s Green. It…” She looked away, a distant look in her eyes. “It reminds me of the place where Moprheus and I had our first meeting. All forests and clearings do.”

Lucienne looked at the cat, who had not moved his eyes from Y/n. Lucienne pursed her lips before gently smiling.

“Do you miss him?”

Y/n turned towards Lucienne, a conflicted look in her eyes. “I do. I miss his terrible company. More today, I suppose. Since it is the second meeting we have missed.”

Lucienne’s eyes softened. “I cannot imagine.”

An unprompted laugh escaped Y/n and she stared at Lucienne expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, you can. You know him, Lucienne.” Y/n’s smile dimmed. “Time means nothing to him, does it?”

“No,” Lucienne’s eyes met yellow ones. “It does not.”

“I figured,” Y/n sighed. “How is he, Lucienne?”

The librarian lifted her eyes to meet Y/n’s.

“He is fine, Y/n. You must understand, Lord Morpheus is a complicated being. He loves his realm, but unlike his siblings, his responsibilities consist of the entire human unconsciousness. He is responsible for every human’s imaginative process when they sleep.”

Lucienne ignored the piercing stare and focused on Y/n’s intrigued eyes.

“He has a very bad habit of bursting into fits of rage and jeopardizing his own happiness, but it is not because he wants to, but because he takes his responsibilities very seriously and has no time to entertain anything else.”

Y/n leaned back in her chair, her hand resting on soft, black fur. “I understand, Lucienne. However, a busy schedule is no excuse. It is a reason, but not an excuse. He broke my heart that day. Said we were not friends. King of Dreams or not, Morpheus was mean.”

A sad, soft smile tugged at her lips. “If time means nothing to him, then it means nothing to me. I will wait for his apology.”

Lucienne sighed and pushed up her glasses. “You may have to wait quite a while, Y/n.”

Y/n grinned, holding up two fingers. “I’ve waited this long. What’s another couple hundred years?”

Lucienne smiled, shaking her head softly.

Y/n waved her hands. “Enough about Morpheus. Tell me, Lucienne. How are you?”

“I am well, Y/n.”

“That is not enough.” Y/n whined. “Tell me more! Any new interesting books?”

Lucienne raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Actually, there was a very interesting poem I read recently.”

Y/n’s smile turned secretive, her eyes bright. “Is that so? What did you think of it?”

“I loved it.”

Both women smiled at each other, both with secrets in their eyes.

Curious, yellow eyes watched them.

The Waking World was cold, lonely. The air pierced skin, a chill settling deep within Morpheus’s bones. He was immune to weather, and yet, could not help the shiver that ran up his spine.

Morpheus stood in front of a vaguely familiar building. His blue eyes narrowed at the figure moving about through the large window.

Morpheus watched Y/n walk around her library, tending to guests and readers.

He watched as she interacted with children, guided young girls to appropriate sections. He eyed the tall man who stood in front of the entrance, blocking the door.

Curious eyes watched as the man, one Dream recognized from The Dreaming. He stood rigid against the door, and Moprheus realized he was protecting it. A stir of emotions settled in his chest at the thought of Y/n needing protection.

Morpheus stood outside the library until nightfall, watching Y/n. He watched her as she laughed, sighed, and wrote. He could not see what she wrote, but when the quill was in her hand, nothing around Y/n existed.

She was in a realm of her own.

Once the library quietened, and people disappeared, Morpheus slipped into the shadows and hid between aisles. His heart beat loudly, and his fingers twitched. He had not been this close to Y/n as himself in a long time.

Morpheus had forgotten that although he was an Endless, his body resembled a humans. Nerves ate at his sanity, and he sunk into the shadows, glowing blue eyes watching Y/n.

Y/n carried a pile of books, tipping her head up to see where she was going. Once she reached the right shelf, she dropped the books onto the shelf, letting out a sigh. Stretching, she began to shelf the books, sliding them into their correct spot.

She had begun holding book clubs for women, and today had been her largest group yet. She realized that many of the townswomen did not know how to read, and some needed space from their husbands and family, so she gave them an escape.

There were a few girls living upstairs, in the empty rooms. Y/n could hear their muffled laughter and smiled to herself.

This is what she wanted. To help, to love.

Pushing the last book into place, Y/n clapped her hands, dusting them off.

“Alright,” she spoke, quietly. “Now, where is that little bastard?”

Y/n whistled, snapping her fingers. “Here, Nala.”

Y/n waited, hands on her hips. After a few moments, Y/n heard a quiet meow a few aisles over. Brushing off her dress, she made her way to her silly little kitten.

“Nala? Where are you, love?”

Y/n poked her head at every aisle until she found her Siamese cat sitting in the middle of a Romance aisle.

Shaking her head, Y/n walked towards her kitten. “A romantic, are you?”

Y/n smiled at her kitten before noticing the way she was sitting. Nala was looking into the shadows, her small head tilted sideways as her tail swayed.

Staring at the empty space before her, Y/n crouched down, petting the top of Nala’s head.

“What are you looking at, girl?”

Nala meowed again, and Y/n wished her Mother had granted her the ability to speak to cats.

A chill ran down Y/n’s smile and a familiar tug pulled at her heart. Her breathing hitched and she stilled.

“Is someone there?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

A tall, dark figure stepped out of the shadows and the world around them stopped. Y/n’s eyes stared at black boots, and traveled upwards. Her heart squeezed at the sight of a familiar black coat, stars hidden inside it. Her head tipped upwards and her breathing stopped when her eyes landed on a face she had yearned to see, one she had painted and written about.

Her muse.

Rigidly, Y/n stood. Her widened eyes traced every curve and dip on Moprheus’s face. Her lips curved upwards at the sight of his messy, black hair. His ebony skin glowed under the warm, yellow lights.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes glistening. Her lips parted and as gently as a captain called to the sea, she felt Moprheus’s calling. His bright, blue eyes stared into her. A whirlpool of emotions danced in his eyes.

His soft, pink lips parted. “Y/n.”

Her name on his tongue was a prayer, the way a worshiper calls to a God. He spoke every syllable of her name, as if each letter was worth all the treasures in the world. Her name fell off his tongue like a burden one carried. His shoulders lightened, his eyes widened.

He said it again. A reminder, a promise. She was here, right in front of him.

Morpheus watched keenly as Y/n’s lips fell open and she whispered his name.

“Oneiros.”

It struck him, his name. The emotions and pain in her voice broke him. The way his name wavered on her lips, unbalanced him. As relieving as her name was to him, his name was trepidation on her lips.

“What are you doing here?”

Morpheus’s breathing had stilled, his eyes glazed and filled with emotion. When he appeared in the Waking World, he had not planned to apologize to Y/n. She pulled him to her, and before the Endless knew it, he was standing outside her library.

He raised his head, exhaling. An apology danced on his tongue and yet, when his lips parted, it died.

“There is a man standing outside your doors. Are you aware?”

Y/n’s expression fell, and her lips turned downwards. Before she could answer him, the library doors opened and the pair turned towards the interruption.

A deep, accented voice called out, filling the silence.

“Y/n? Darling? Ready to go home?”

Morpheus’s entire body went still, his eyes darkened and shadows crept onto him. He knew Y/n had lovers—partners—but the idea of a human man taking her home awakened something in Morpheus.

Something ill, sickening.

“Coming, love!” Y/n turned towards Morpheus, her eyes filled with conflict. She lowered her voice. “You must leave. He knows nothing, and I shall keep it that way.”

Morpheus heard something shatter in the distance, and with great displeasure, he learned that it had been his heart. He had taken a step towards mending the broken, and Y/n had taken several steps back.

“I…” Morpheus licked his lips, hesitant.

Y/n sighed, rubbing the space between her eyebrows. “I told you that I wished to never see or speak to you again.” Her eyes betrayed her and softened. “If you are not here to apologize, leave.”

They stared at each other. Stars stared at Y/n and she tried to find anger, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Tension filled the space between them, millions of things unsaid tiptoed between them.

The sound of footsteps broke their stare and Y/n stepped back.

Crouching, she picked up Nala and turned away from Morpheus.

Walking away from him once again.

Morpheus raised his hand, unconsciously reaching for her. His fingers grazed the cloth on her shoulder as she walked away, and his hand fell.

He stepped back into the shadows, glowing eyes watching as the man he had seen outside smiled at Y/n, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

At the sight of her smile, one he had dreamed about, Morpheus fell back into The Dreaming.

Stone dug into Y/n’s elbows as she stared at the ships and dreams below her.

She stood on the bridge that connected Dream’s palace and the rest of The Dreaming. Dreamers stood around her, staring at the Sleeping Island and palace in awe. She relished in their amazement, finding solace in their wonder.

She inhaled, smiling at Martin Tenbones, a massive dog-like creature, as he explored a pirate ship below her.

Y/n heard a familiar cry, an elegant song, above her and looked up. Phoenix flew in circles above Y/n. She watched him with soft, sad eyes. A beautiful reminder of what she had gained and lost at his creation.

She had missed this. The magic of The Dreaming.

The wonder of it all.

After Dream’s visit years ago, Y/n had begun dreaming less. She forced herself to stay awake, finding companionship in the Waking World. She had missed The Dreaming greatly, but she could not handle the thought of Morpheus.

His visit had made her spiral. She had spent a long time coming to terms with the end of her relationship—association—with the King of Dreams and Nightmares.

The pain had become a dull ache, a wound that would never heal.

Leaning on the ledge of the bridge, Y/n tried thinking of things she would say to Morpheus if she saw him.

She knew she would. It had been her one wish before falling asleep tonight. She wanted to see him, speak to him. Give him the chance she denied him before.

“Think any harder and you may get some ugly forehead lines,” a familiar voice teased.

Y/n turned her head, raising her eyebrows at the nightmare. The Corinthian stood before her in his signature white suit, his hands in his pockets. His dark sunglasses stared back at her, a narcissistic smile on his lips.

“Know about them, do you?”

Smirking, The Corinthian walked up to Y/n. He leaned against the ledge of the bridge, facing the opposite direction. They stood shoulder to shoulder, a comfortable silence surrounding them.

Y/n had spent many hours with The Corinthian. She knew him, and he hated her for it. She had carved a space for herself in his personified heart, listening and spending time with him. He wanted humanity, and she was it for him. The closest he could get.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a rolled up parchment. She stared at it for a moment before holding it out to the nightmare, hitting his arm with it.

The Corinthian looked down at the parchment.

“What is this?”

Y/n smiled. “A gift.”

His smirk faltered. The Corinthian had never received a gift before. Even he was not a gift, but a mirror, a challenge.

With gentleness Y/n had never seen, The Corinthian grabbed the parchment and unrolled it.

Upon the parchment was a painting; a man with blonde hair and a white suit stood with his back to the viewer, face hidden, he stared at the room before him filled with men and children, an ebony hand clocked in black on his shoulder.

The man in the painting was not alone, he stood at the brink of humanity, his creator standing behind him.

It was The Corinthians dream. One he had never said aloud, but conveyed in his actions, his words.

Y/n watched his expression with anxious curiosity. She had gifted her art many times before, but there was something different about gifting art to art.

“Do you… like it?”

The Corinthian said nothing for a moment. His hold on the parchment tightened and when he lifted his head, for the first time since his creation, he was glad he did not have eyes, for they would be glazed and teary.

Heavy with emotion, foreign and human, he nodded. “I do.” He licked his lips. “You painted this for me?”

Y/n nodded, smiling softly at his crestfallen expression.

The Corinthian was truly a dark mirror made to reflect humanity; he hated humans but loved them so passionately he wanted to consume them, he loved his creator although he despised him, and he craved power as much as he faltered at the sight of it.

“Sometimes, only art can take us to where we need to be.”

Rolling up the parchment, The Corinthian pocketed it. He vowed to protect it and hold it sacred for as long as he lived. Pushing his sunglasses up, he turned his head towards Y/n.

“Tell me, human. Would you gift me paintings if I became a killer?”

His words were spoken lightly, but the curiosity behind them was real. Y/n faced the water, her eyes on a mermaid that swam near the surface. She mulled over her answer, a hundred thoughts racing in her mind.

“Perhaps,” she finally answered.

“You would not hate me if I killed your kind? Ate their eyes?” The Corinthian moved closer to Y/n, his lips near her ear. He needed to instill fear in her, control the situation. “Terrorized humanity?”

Y/n did not move, nor did she falter. She had spent her fair share of time with men crueler than the nightmare. A human’s brutality could never compare to an unconscious thought. He did not scare her, as much as he tried.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you, Cori. Humans kill humans all the time. If a nightmare killed a human, it would be poetic.”

The Corinthian exhaled a laugh, her words fuelling a fire neither had noticed had begun. The air around him grew colder and the nightmare lifted his head, finding his creator staring at him with cold, blue eyes.

Pushing himself off the ledge, he straightened his suit and tipped his head.

“Until next time, trouble.”

Y/n smiled at him, snorting at the nickname. “See you, Cori.” She watched him disappear, and turned her head to face The Dreaming.

The hairs on Y/n’s neck stood and her spine tingled. She could feel his presence, smell his arrival in the air. Her breathing stilled as she waited, her fingers trembling.

“Y/n.”

Her name fell from Morpheus’s lips as if he craved it, raspy. It tugged at her heart. Biting her bottom lip, she slowly turned to face him.

With the ledge pressing into her back, Y/n lifted her head and drank in the being before her.

Morpheus stood tall, his hair a mess and coat the same. His pale skin glowed under the clear sky, but it was his eyes that captured Y/n’s attention. Blue, bright eyes stared at her, an eloquent emotion in them she could not decipher.

They were on her, traveling up and down until they settled on her face, searching, memorizing.

“You are here.”

All of Y/n’s initial anger and ache dissolved with that single sentence. It held every apology, every question, the very essence of every poetic rekindling known to man. It was soft, a plea.

Do not leave again, it said.

I am glad you are back, it whispered.

“I am.”

Her voice was the prettiest sound to ever reach his ears, and his eyes fluttered. He had longed to hear it, afraid she would never speak to him again. He often found himself leaning at the edge of his throne, listening for the sound of her laughter.

When Y/n had fallen asleep tonight, he felt her calling. His name reached his ears beyond hundreds of dreams, a quiet whisper of wanting. He set aside his duties, and vowed to apologize.

Five hundred years had been too many, and he could not stay away any longer.

Morpheus took one step closer and Y/n’s heart began beating rapidly, it rang in her ears.

“The Dreaming has missed you,” Morpheus said, quietly.

His eyes said something different: I have missed you.

Y/n’s lips lifted into a small smile. “I have missed The Dreaming.”

Her eyes said: I missed you.

He took a small step towards her, her chin tilting upwards to maintain eye contact. They stared at each other, millions of things going unsaid.

Y/n waited, held her tongue. She could see Morpheus’s struggle, the way his breath shook his shoulders. His lips parted, and Y/n felt herself lift off the ledge, eager for his words.

“My duty… my very purpose… it is crushing. Overwhelming.” He stepped closer, his deep, low voice wrapping around her heart.

“I am every dream, and every dream is me. I am responsible for every human’s sub and unconscious. For years, I have tried to push all that does not concern my realm behind me. Distractions are for the weak, and I am anything but.”

“Dream,” Y/n whispered. His words squeezed her heart, the admittance of his lonesome broke her heart.

Morpheus raised a hand, silencing her. His eyes were pleading. Let me say this, they said.

“If your feelings from the Barren have not changed then stop me at once, Y/n. I will never approach you again, you will never see or speak to me again.” His eyes were red, glazed with unshed tears.

He stepped closer, their air mingling. “If your feelings have changed, then let me be the first to say that I apologize for my behaviour, my words. You are a friend to The Dreaming.” The outsoles of their shoes touched. “To me.”

“Forgive me, Y/n.” Morpheus’s voice dripped like honey, soft. “I have heard that it is unkind to treat your friends the way I have.”

Y/n raised her hand, gently resting it on Morpheus’s forearm, soft black cloth separating their skin. She stared into his red-rimmed eyes, swearing to paint a sea the colour of his bright blue eyes.

“Morpheus,” she whispered. “You’re very good at apologizing. Have you done it much?” Her eyes twinkled, shining. At the sight of her smile, Morpheus’s lips twitched.

“I forgive you,” she said. Her voice turned wistful. “I am sorry I did not understand it before.”

Morpheus shook his head, unable to stomach her empathy. He wished she would have yelled, cursed him. Her acceptance, her forgiveness, felt unearned.

“You are not in the wrong, Y/n. I am.”

Dropping her hand, she smiled widely at him. “It is all in the past, yes? Do not burden yourself with this any longer, Morpheus.”

Morpheus’s lips trembled and he looked away, blinking. When he turned back, Y/n was still smiling at him and he basked in it.

“Would you accompany me on a walk?”

Y/n’s eyes disappeared as she smiled, and it physically pained him. He itched to make her grin permanent, unable to accept any other expression on her face.

“Always.”

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Can you do a Draco fanfic , where the reader is a part of the golden trio (or quartet) I mean like she/he/they are best friends with them and hang out with them . So obviously Draco hates/ makes fun of her/them . So once Draco said something about her mother (dead mother) which caused her to have a panic attack. And Draco tries to calm her down . That's when he notices her self harm marks . He stops messing around with them( the golden trio/quartet). And soon enough they ( Draco and reader) fall in love and make it a fluffy ending please. I would be so happy if you write one like this . I'm going through some self harming process . I just kinda need comfort from my comfort character. Btw I like your ffs so much 💚

Because that´s what you do when you love someone

Warnings: mentions of death, self-harm and panic attacks

A/N: I know that these topics are really sensitive, so please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with any of these or if you think it might trigger any kind of intrusive thoughts or impulses. If you are struggling with any of these themes please consider seeking help from others (if you don´t already do), maybe a person of trust, a psychologist or some other kind of assistance. Live can be really rough sometimes and there is nothing wrong with asking for help. There are people out there who love you and care about you and if you are doubting this consider this text as a sign that I do care about you.

Also, I´m aware of the fact that fics like this might romanticize different forms of struggles that might appear due to serious health problems. So, if you are reading this fic, please remember that it unfortunately takes much time and effort to work on those things and really isn´t something fun or desirable.

So, with that being said, I hope you all enjoy this fic!

You couldn’t help but grin as you watched Ron smiling at Hermione sweetly, trying to lull her in. And it worked. Hermione rolled her eyes, but nevertheless, she grabbed Ron´s half-finished homework and started to proofread it. Even though she tried to hide it, you could see the small grin on her face, as well as the rosy flush on her cheeks as Ron told her -like he had done so many times before- that Hermione was his lifesaver, and he would never say a single bad thing about her ever again.

Harry, who was sitting right beside you, watched the scene as well with an amused look on his face. You exchanged a meaningful glance with your friend. Since Ron had broken up with Lavender, Hermione and he were even closer than before and you highly suspected that it wouldn’t take the two of them too long to finally admit their feelings for one another, not only to you or Harry but to each other. There was nothing more you could wish for for your friends than them finally putting wood behind the arrow.

But the peaceful scene was interrupted abruptly by an unwelcomed observer. And he did not only observe but also intervened.

“That´s really pathetic, even for you, you know that Weaselbee?”, the haughty voice of Draco Malfoy sneered through the Great Hall. “I mean, I always knew you´re not the brightest star in the sky, but letting your homework be done by a mudblood? That´s even beneath your dignity. And that really says something.”

“Shouldn’t it be beneath your dignity to talk to people like us then?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

You weren’t in the mood for Malfoy´s snarky remarks and also weren’t willing for him to destroy the comfortable atmosphere at your table. But it was by now already too late.

Malfoy looked at you, for a moment you thought you had seen some amusement in his grey eyes, but then his face hardened again.

“C´mon (Y/n). Even Malfoy knows that in the end, he´s nothing better than us. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.��

“At least I´m not as stupid as Weaselbee and in need to get help from a filthy mudblood. You really are a perfect couple aren’t you?”

You could see Ron´s face redden at Malfoy´s words and feel Harry tensing next to you. But unlike the boys, Hermione wasn’t that easy to provoke.

She laid her hand on Ron´s calmingly before she turned around to Malfoy.

“At least Ron cares about his schoolwork. Unlike you from what I´ve heard.”

You saw Malfoy´s cheeks slightly redden. Hermione was right, the grades of the Slytherin boy had actually dropped drastically in the last few months, even if you couldn’t explain to yourself why. Harry had his own theories about it, but you highly doubted that any of them were right.

However, Hermione seemed to have touched a sore spot, because Malfoy hesitated for a second before he huffed: “As if a mudblood could value that.”

Then he turned on his heels and strutted away in the other direction.

“That was brilliant Hermione!”, you grinned.

Your friend smiled humbly.

“It was just Malfoy.”, she responded.

“Still bloody amazing.”, Ron assented you.

And as you noticed how he squeezed her hand tightly, your smile only grew wider, trying to ignore the stinging in your stomach, telling you that, no matter how happy you were for your friends, you were longing for that kind of closeness as well.

The smile on your face faded the second the door of the bathroom closed behind you. You had no idea how you had even made it till here without showing any signs of how you were actually feeling. The last days had been stressful, but you had told yourself to suck it up.

Until you couldn’t anymore. It had been just a small remark, nothing serious, that had made your world start to crumble within seconds again. And from that moment, all your thoughts had been about this. About finally being alone again. Having no one near you, who would be able to watch you. Or judge you.

Your breath was flat, but you tried to force yourself to inhale and exhale deeply and slowly, as your fingers were fumbling with the zipper of the small bag. When you had finally managed to open it, your hands quickly closed around the small object, that your thoughts had been racing around in the last hour. It felt heavy in your hands, heavier than it actually was. As if the weight of the guilt you felt was lying within your hand as well. You knew it was wrong, you knew you would regret this the moment your mind would clear off again. But now, through the blurry haze in front of your eyes, this was the only thing you felt you were able to do to stop the stumbling of your heart and the dizziness that filled your mind.

The metal felt cool against your skin. As you increased the pressure, your breath slowed down immediately, your thoughts stopped running, making place for a strange fascination and calmness that always crept into your mind, the moment you felt a slight stinging rushing through your body. It wasn’t enough yet, not nearly, but just the feeling of the blade against your skin was a beginning. Now, all that was missing was the fluent movement of your hand clenched around the object and you would….

A knock on the door made you flinch.

“(Y/n)? Are you in there?” It was Hermione´s voice.

“Yeah. I am.” Your voice sounded strange, not as if it was a part of you.

“Are you okay?”

Obviously she noticed.

“I´m okay. Just give me a second.”

Your grip tightened. Yes. You would be okay. Just a few more seconds and everything would be just fine again.

Even though you knew it wouldn’t last.

“Shit, shit, shit!”, you mumbled through gritted teeth.

You had forgotten your homework for Professor McGonagall in your dorm and had to go back and get them. But even though you had your homework now, you still wouldn’t be able to escape the wrath of the lovely but very strict head of your house, because you were supposed to sit in her classroom for at least five minutes by now. But due to your detour, you weren’t, but instead still rushing through the sheer endless corridors of the castle.

You could feel the grip of your sweaty hands tightening around the parchment. Why in the name of Godric everything had to go wrong these days?

It had to indeed. Because just as you sprinted around a corner, you bumped into someone. The books and parchments you held in your hand fell to the ground.

“Sorry I…”

You stopped your apology immediately, as you realized who you had bumped into.

“For Merlin´s sake, is there anything you aren’t able to ruin (Y/l/n)?”, he hissed as he stared down at you with cold eyes.

“Could ask you the same.”, you mumbled.

You didn’t dare to look away, didn’t dare to show any sign of weakness to the boy in front of you.

“Do you even know how annoying you are to anyone else around you?”, Malfoy said.

“I can only repeat. I could ask you the same.” You smiled at him sweetly, even though it didn’t reach your eyes. But it didn’t matter. Both of you knew that it wasn’t intended to be a genuine one.

“Salazar, no wonder your mother dropped dead. I wouldn’t be able to stand your presence every day as well.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I beg pardon?”, you asked, staring at the boy in disbelief.

There was no way he had just said what you thought he did. Even Malfoy wouldn’t dare to not only mention this topic but also have the audacity to blame you for what had happened.

But the Slytherin just raised an eyebrow and looked at you unimpressed. You could see the corner of his mouth twitching as he said: “I think you heard me very well (Y/l/n). Or do you really want me to repeat it?”

Malfoy was still returning your gaze, not blinking once.

His words were echoing in your head, forming new sentences all over again. But they all said the same. It was your fault. Your fault and yours only.

You felt a familiar tingling in your fingertips, wandering through your hands and arms, spreading down to your legs, until the numbness had overtaken your entire body. It felt like your world was slightly tilting sidewards. The only thing keeping you on your legs, making you not try to hold on to something was the fact that you knew that it was all in your head. That didn’t mean that your legs wouldn’t give in any second, but you had to resist the feeling. At least until you were somewhere safe. And right now that meant any place where Malfoy wasn’t.

You tried to breathe in deeply and locked your eyes with Malfoy´s. Your vision was blurry, but somehow you still managed to keep up the eye contact for a few seconds.

“Fuck you.”, you whispered.

Then you turned around and walked away, swaying slightly.

And when the blond boy saw how your hands clenched around the hem of your blouse and that your belongings were still splattered all over the floor, without you even noticing it, he realized that this time, he might had gone too far.

The cool air calmed down your nerves a bit, but by far not enough. You had huddled yourself together in a corner of the courtyard, that was, thanks to the cold weather and the fact that everyone was by now supposed to be at class, deserted.

You barely remembered how you had even gotten here. You were just thankful you had done so before your legs had given in.

Now you were sitting on a bench with your legs pulled to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, biting your lip hard until you could taste the blood. You were still shaking vigorously and the tingling in your limbs still hadn’t passed. By now, you just felt exhausted and weak, but your mind just didn’t listen to you, forcing your body to continue pressing its limits. The scream that was dying to escape your throat was muffled by you pressing your mouth against your forearm. Your eyes were squeezed shut.

“(Y/n)?”

Your body tensed even more. Not him. Not now.

You tried to straighten up, but you were already in too deep. You couldn’t act as if everything was just fine by now, even if Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of you.

“Are you alright?”

Stupid question. Did you look like you were alright?

“I… shit, if I´ve gone too far…”

If he had gone too far? He had for sure.

“I mean… fuck, I´m sorry.”

You just nodded, not daring to look up at him. All you wanted was Malfoy to disappear as fast as possible, but for some reason, the boy didn’t make any effort to leave.

“Can I… Can I do anything for you?”

Somewhere, deep down in your mind, you were surprised about his offer, but your mind was still too dizzy to actually care about.

“Just leave.”, you choked out, hating your voice for sounding so vulnerable.

“I don’t… You really don’t look good. Maybe we should get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

You just gave Malfoy a short shake of your head.

The boy sighed and looked down at you helplessly. He had no idea what was going on with you and how he could help you. All he knew was that it was his fault. And that he had to make up for it now.

Malfoy stepped closer to you. But only when he sat down next to you and tried to lay his hand on your shoulder, you reacted, but not in the way he had hoped for.

As you felt his touch, you quickly shied away from it, your gaze flickering up at the boy before fixing on the ground. It wasn’t even the fact that it was Malfoy who was trying to calm you down, it was the fact that someone tried at all. At this point, you just couldn’t stand any kind of closeness, neither emotional nor physical. And the fact that he was trying to comfort you like that, made you realize that he was involved in the situation in both ways.

Malfoy started another attempt and patted your back awkwardly, but when you shied away again and he could see tears filling your eyes as you glanced up at him, he gave up. The blond boy shifted a bit closer to you, not close enough to actually touch you, but you could still feel his presence next to you. And that was enough to make the tears start to fall.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, Malfoy by your side. Neither of you said a word. But slowly, the tears stopped falling again and the tremoring of your hands eased, as well as the tension that had riled up your body.

As your mind slowly started to clear off, you immediately regretted the fact that you had shown yourself so vulnerable in front of the one guy who was most likely to use it against you. But this was a topic for another day. By now, all you wanted to do was get to your dorm and crawl into your bed, falling into the sweet nothing of sleep. You would get to Professor McGonagall later that day to apologize for missing the lesson. You would probably tell her that on your way to class, you suddenly felt unwell, or that you had some headache. Neither of those things was a lie though because your head was pounding and your throat was dry, while your mind was still feeling dizzy.

When you got up carefully, testing if your shaky legs would be able to carry your weight, Malfoy´s gaze shot up and as he saw how wonkily your walk was, he quickly got up as well, ready to help you out if you would lose your balance.

“Easy (Y/n)!”, he said, eying you concerned from the side.

“I´m fine.”, you responded.

But even if Malfoy wouldn’t have been here for the last half hour, witnessing your breakdown that made it clear that you were anything but fine, he would have noticed that it was a lie, since your voice sounded raspy and even though you avoided his gaze, he could still see that your eyes were red and puffy.

“C´mon (Y/n), we both know you´re not.”

You just shrugged your shoulders in response, not having the strength to discuss it with Malfoy right now.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”, the boy asked again.

But you shook your head.

“I just want to get back to my dorm.”

“I´ll accompany you.”

But you only shook your head again.

“No need for that.”

And without waiting for an answer, you passed Malfoy and left the courtyard.

The Slytherin boy followed you with his gaze, confused by what had just happened. But the moment you turned around the next corner, he realized, why he had come after you in the first place.

“(Y/n), wait!”

You didn’t want to turn around, you really didn’t, but when Malfoy called you out a second time, you obeyed.

“What is it this time?”

You were proud that by now your voice almost sounded normal again, even though it was still a bit weaker than usual.

“Your stuff.”, Malfoy said, extending his arm with your bag and your homework in his hand. “You forgot them in the corridor when you… when I…” He fell silent again.

You let out a joyless laugh.

“When you blamed me for the death of my mum?”

“I… Merlin, I´m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to. That was wrong. Even I should have realized that.”

You sighed and tried to smile, but it looked rather wry.

“Don’t worry, you´re not the first person to do so.”

When Malfoy looked into your eyes, he realized that the pain about what had happened went much deeper than he had thought. And that this was about much more than a stupid comment from him, behaving like the idiot he was.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?”, he asked suspiciously.

“Nevermind.” You sighed again. “So, will you give me my things back now?”

Malfoy nodded and extended his hand once more.

“Thanks.”, you said, giving him a small smile as you received your belongings.

As you did so, the sleeve of your robe slightly rode upwards, allowing the view on your forearms.

It took Malfoy a second to realize what he had just witnessed. You on the other hand reacted immediately, quickly grabbing your things, before pulling your robe back in place.

“Well, thanks again.”, you said, before turning on your heel.

But before you were able to escape the situation, Malfoy called you out again.

“Hold on.”

You froze and cursed yourself. Just when you had thought it couldn’t get worse, it did once more.

“What´s that?”, Malfoy asked, as you slowly turned around to him again.

“What is what?”, you asked, acting the innocent. By now you were far to good in this game.

“Your arm.”

“What´s wrong with my arm?”

“Pull up the sleeve.”

“What? Why should I?”

“Pull it up.”

“Why should I even listen to you? This is just ridiculous. You can´t tell me what to… Stop that!”

Because while you were trying to defend yourself verbally, Malfoy had decided on-the-spot to grab you by the wrist and pull up the sleeve himself. You squirmed, trying to make the boy let go of you, but Malfoy´s grip was firm, as his eyes were fixed on your forearm.

“What is this?” His voice was just a whisper.

“That? Oh, that´s nothing. You know, Hermione´s cat, Crookshanks…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”, Malfoy cut you off in a sharp tone, making you flinch.

“Why do you even ask when you already think you know it better?”, you responded defiantly.

“Don’t distract.”

Silence.

“Did… Did you do this?”, he asked.

Finally, you managed to escape his grip and took a step back, quickly covering the scars that were covering your arm again.

“Why would you even care?”

“Because that´s… Merlin, (Y/n), that´s…”

“What? Sick? A cry for help? Annoying? Or just unwelcome for you, because it doesn’t fit into your view of the world?”, you completed his sentence bitterly.

“No that´s not… But… I don’t understand. Why?”, Malfoy stammered.

“Is there any reason I could give you that would make you not be disgusted by me?”

Silence.

“That´s what I thought.”, you breathed. You tried to make your voice sound cold and emotionless as you continued: “Thanks for bringing me my books.” Then you turned around, but after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder once more. “Oh, and if you tell anyone, I´ll kill you. I don’t care who or why. Just don’t. It would be best if you just forget it. For both of us.”

And when you walked away, Malfoy´s gaze followed you again. But this time, he didn’t chase after you. Because for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say. But he knew he had to figure it out. Because there was no way he would forget.

“(Y/n).”

You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head.

“(Y/n).”

You could feel someone carefully touching your shoulder -or at least where they suspected your shoulder was located under the blanket. You opened your eyes flattery and looked up at Hermione who was looking down at you apprehensively.

“How do you feel?”, your best friend asked.

“Head still hurts.”, you mumbled.

After the incident with Malfoy a few hours ago, you had directly gone to your dorm and fell into your bed, completely exhausted. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep until Hermione had woken you up for the first time to ask you where you had been in the lesson. You had told her that you felt dizzy and had a bad headache. Your friend had believed you immediately -probably also due to the fact that you looked absolutely horrible- and had brought you some painkillers from the hospital wing, as well as a big glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. Hermione had also told you that there was no need to worry because she had informed Madame Pomfrey about your condition, who had promised to talk to Professor McGonagall about your truancy and had passed to you the word that, if you wouldn’t feel better the next morning or if the pain would get worse, you should come to the hospital wing. After that, you had dozed off again, until Hermione had woken you up once more.

Now you were looking at your friend questioningly.

“What is it?”

Hermione looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t think it will help your headache in any way. Actually, I think it will do quite the opposite.”

“Just tell me Mione.”, you sighed.

“There´s someone who wants to see you.”, she said, pulling a face.

You frowned.

“Who?”

“Malfoy.”

Your eyes widened. You felt wide awake again immediately.

“Malfoy?”

“He says he wants to talk to you. Apparently, it´s urgent.” Hermione looked like she was very unhappy with this situation, to say the least. “I wouldn’t even bother you with this, but he had told me that he would wait for you outside the common room until you get out and talk to him. That was about two hours ago and… Well, he´s still there. And he refuses to leave.”

For a second you felt the panic rising up in you, afraid Malfoy might had mentioned what had happened earlier, but you highly doubted that Hermione would talk to you like that if he would have done so.

You sighed and nodded. Slowly, you got up, testing the water. You still felt a bit groggy, but much better than a few hours ago. The only feeling comparable to this was a light hangover, which you -luckily- hadn’t witnessed that often yet.

“I´ll go talk to him in a second.”, you informed Hermione.

She frowned.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to join you?”

But you shook your head. The last thing you could use right now was your friends gaining knowledge of your… secret. You loved them endlessly, but for exactly that reason, you didn’t want them to know. You knew how worried they would be and that they most likely even put some blame on themselves. You knew the longer you waited the worse it would get, but until now you had successfully managed to suppress that thought. And right now, you had a different problem anyway. Because one person knowing was already more than enough.

When you exited the common room, your gaze settled on Malfoy immediately. He had sat down on the floor right on the other side of the corridor, his back leaning against a wall, patiently waiting.

But as he heard to door open, he looked up immediately, and as he saw you, he got up quickly and walked up to you.

Now, that your mind had calmed down again, you felt the embarrassment getting even stronger as you looked into the grey eyes of the Slytherin boy. You hated yourself for the fact that you had been so vulnerable around him earlier. But right now there was nothing you could do about it. The only thing you were capable of, was trying to minimize the damage you had done earlier.

So you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed the boy.

“What do you want?”, you spoke up.

Malfoy looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you for real?”

“Do I look like I´m in the mood for jokes?”

“(Y/n), I was worried. You just disappeared. And that just after I saw that you…”

“Don’t!”, you hissed, quickly looking to both sides, making sure no one was in earshot.

Malfoy did the same before he turned around to you again.

“I just wanted to make sure you are alright.”, he said, now in a lower voice.

“Well, I am.”

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you?”

You nodded. But you could see he didn’t believe you.

“Well, for now.”, you finally admitted.

It probably wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie either.

This time, Malfoy seemed to believe you, because he slowly nodded. Still, he eyed you conspicuously anyway.

“After we… have you…?” He made a clumsy movement with his hand, but you knew what he was trying to say.

You shook your head.

“No.”

But you saw in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up for the split of a second, not long enough for Malfoy to get a closer look at the marks, but long enough to see that no fresh cuts had been added. After this, you quickly crossed your arms again, avoiding his gaze.

Malfoy didn’t say a word, but you could feel his eyes still lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you cleared your throat.

“And did you… Did you tell anyone?”, you asked in a low voice, scared of his answer.

But as you glanced up at the boy, he shook his head.

“I didn’t.”

“And will you?”

You returned his gaze carefully.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment.

“Under one condition.” You looked at him in disbelief. The boy had some nerves. Just when you had thought that he might have some kind of heart in his chest, he actually tried to take advantage of the situation. “Don’t do it again.”

His gaze was so intense that it made you feel as if it could set you on fire any second.

“What?”

“Don’t do it again.”, he repeated. “Don’t hurt yourself again. Promise me!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You don’t really think it´s that easy, do you?” But the look on his face told you that he didn’t understand.” Do you think I´m doing this because I want to? Because it´s fun? For your information, it isn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But what I understood.”, you hissed.

Malfoy stayed silent. This time it was he who broke the eye contact.

As you saw him, looking to the ground, you felt slightly bad for chiding him like that. Your gaze softened.

“But I promise I´ll try.”

Slowly, Malfoy looked up at you again. A small smile appeared on his face, even though his eyes looked distrustful.

“I guess that´s all I can ask for. At least for now.”

“It is.”, you said. You returned his smile shily, before tearing your gaze apart. “I think I´ll get back now. Hermione is already worried.”

Malfoy nodded.

“Okay, well then.”

“Yeah.”, you said, shifting from one leg to another.

But just as Malfoy stepped away, ready to leave you, you spoke up again.

“It helps, you know? Eases the pain. When I… When I feel like I can´t take it anymore and I... I do it and I can feel it stinging it reminds me that I´m still alive. Gets me out of the loop. Calms me down again.”

Malfoy looked at you with narrowed eyes. Then he slowly nodded.

“But you know that this isn’t a solution, don’t you?”

You smiled sadly.

“I know. But sometimes it´s the only thing that helps.”

He nodded again.

“But… just so you know… if there´s anything I can do for you, or of you need to… talk… I´m here for you.”

This time a real smile crept on your face.

“Thanks.”

Malfoy lingered around for a few more seconds awkwardly, before he cleared his throat.

“Well, then, see you around I guess.”

“Yeah.”

And after this day, everyone who had ever known Draco Malfoy, could have sworn that someone had replaced him. He was still an annoying and arrogant prick, but one of his most protruded features had taken a surprising turn.

Because ever since the day Draco had realized how much you were struggling, he had stopped messing around with you, and for that also with your friends. Even though he was still shooting deadly glances at Harry and pulled a face in disgust when Hermione was around, he by now was able to bite his lip and hold back his snarky remarks about his most hated Gryffindors.

And when you were around, his behaviour was even more confusing to the other students. He was not only not as mean to you anymore as he had been before. No, he was even quite nice and polite to you. Obviously, Draco still wanted to keep his face and never admitted it openly, but everyone saw the small smiles he threw you, which you -what surprised everyone just as much- returned shyly and how he sometimes, when he thought the two of you were unobserved, pulled you aside, asking you how you were feeling.

Your friends were sceptical about Draco´s new behaviour though, to say the least. And what concerned them the most was his newly discovered interest in you. While Harry was convinced that Draco was following some kind of masterplan, Ron and Hermione were simply concerned that the blond Slytherin just had fun messing around with you, that he was trying to lull you in, just to break you once he would have accomplished his mission.

You had to admit that you could understand the worries of your friends for sure. Even though you knew much more about why Draco was behaving the way he did, you had been just as sceptical about his motives in the beginning. But by now, a few weeks had passed, and Draco didn’t show any interest in falling back into his old patterns. Actually, he did quite the opposite. While in the beginning, he had just sometimes thrown you some glances, raising an eyebrow questioningly, by now, he was more and more often coming up to you, not only to check on you but also just talking to you about more innocuous topics. You enjoyed the time you were spending with Draco, more than you wanted to admit. You felt comfortable and safe when he was around and you didn’t have to try to hide anything from him. And by now you had realized that even if you would try to hide certain things, it wouldn’t work out. To Draco, you were like an open book. He knew when you had a good or a bad day, he noticed how you were biting your lip or bouncing your leg when you felt uneasy, he saw the way your one hand clenched around the vulnerable forearm whenever you felt the world around you fading once again. And what he could read every single time was the way you avoided his gaze, when you had -unlike him- fallen back into old patterns again. By now, you hated it even more when this happened to you because by now you knew that you not only would disappoint other people if they would know about the way you hurt yourself, but you were absolutely sure that Draco was disappointed in you when he realized what you did once more. And any time he did and then forced you to look at him, you could see the sadness in his eyes, even though he assured you that he didn’t blame you for what you had done. By now, Draco had practically begged you several times to ask for help if you couldn’t handle it anymore on your own, but you had brushed it off every single time. You knew he was right, but still, the embarrassment and guilt kept you from telling anyone about it. Except for Draco. And even that was already helping you much more than you would have ever thought. Not only that sometimes the thought of Draco could keep your mind from drifting off too much, but also how Draco himself sometimes noticed when you were feeling down once more. And when he did, he always came up with a new idea to help you and distract you. To your own surprise, it worked more often than you would have guessed. Sometimes, when your mind began to wander and you felt the familiar tingling in your fingertips, Draco noticed and got you out of whatever situation you were just in, accompanying you outside to get some fresh air. And when there was a situation that wasn’t that easy to escape, he tried to somehow get close to you, the back of his hand slightly brushing against yours or walking up behind you, until you could feel his chest against your back, preventing you from feeling like the world was turning upside down, literally.

Over time you held more and more trust in Draco, who was by now so much more than just someone to share your secret with. Because while on bad days he was able to calm you down like no one else, on the good days, he made you laugh like no one else as well. When you were with Draco you sometimes were able to forget about the dark thoughts clouding your mind and it was hard for you to even remember why you sometimes still felt those overwhelming waves of anxiety crushing over you. On those good days, you were just thankful for the time you could spend with Draco. He made you feel heard and -most importantly- he made you feel loved. And you loved him just as much. Maybe even more than you wanted to admit. Whenever you saw the smirk playing around his lips, heard silly teases leaving his mouth just as often as words of comfort, and looked into his grey eyes that always used to eye you so coldly and emotionlessness but were by now only looking at you with affection and admiration, you could feel a warmth flushing over you, you had never felt before. And sometimes you thought he might feel the same, when he smiled at you so sweetly or winked at you from the other side of the room. In those moments you swore, you couldn’t be happier.

But on some days, you still fell back into your old patterns and a familiar fog was clouding your mind once more. Sometimes Draco wasn’t around, or you were already in too deep, so you simply couldn’t fight the anxiety creeping up your body. And every time this happened, Draco watched you with a sad look on his face, secretly hating himself for failing this time and hating the world for causing such pain in you even more.

It was one of those days again. You simply weren’t able to shake off the tension that was tightening up your body and the nagging thoughts taking up more and more space in your brain. You had barely slept the night before and at breakfast, you just couldn’t get yourself to eat much. Hermione, Ron and Harry noticed it though, asking you concerned if you were okay, but by now you had just way too much experience in brushing their questions off. So you put on your mask, laughing with your friends and actually enjoying the conversation you had with them, still, you could feel your pulse quicken for some reason and your hands beginning to sweat.

And it went on like this for the rest of the day. And when you were in the afternoon hanging out with them near the lake, since it was a beautiful sunny day, the tension finally got too thick. You excused yourself and promised your friends you would probably be back in no time, before heading back to the castle. Your steps became quicker and quicker, the closer you got to your destination, sweat breaking out on your forehead.

But just as you had reached the -due to the beautiful weather completely empty- corridor leading to your common room, someone suddenly stepped in your way.

You flinched, but then you recognized him.

“Merlin, Draco, you scared me. What are you doing here?”

You tried to find your usually chatty tone, trying not to give away what you had just been up to. But over the last few weeks, Draco had become by far too good at reading you to believe you.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared down at you.

“I could ask you the same.”

“I just wanted to go to my dorm to…”

“To?”

“Get a book I forgot. I wanted to study with Hermione.”

Draco looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So, would you mind letting me pass?”, you asked, throwing the boy a -what you hoped looked carefree- smile.

But Draco didn’t show any intention to step out of the way and stared directly into your eyes.

“What book?”

“It´s for homework. Potions.”

“Which book exactly?”

“Godric, is this an interrogation?” You laughed nervously.

“Actually, it is, yeah.”, Draco responded.

“Draco, just give me five minutes to grab my book and…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”

“What? I don’t…” But as you saw the look on Draco´s face, you knew it was pointless to keep on playing pretend. You sighed. “Fine, I wasn’t going to get a book.”

“What then?”

You lowered your gaze, now looking at your shoes, crossing your arms in front of your chest as well.

“Why do you still ask if you already know?”, you responded in a low voice.

When Draco saw that you had put off your guard, his gaze softened.

“You felt bad all day, haven’t you? I´ve seen you.”

Normally, you would now crack a joke about Draco watching you so closely, but now, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked gently.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

Draco´s hand brushed over your cheek, causing you to flinch. But the Slytherin didn’t get confused by it and gently placed his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look up. At first, you tried to still avoid his gaze, but when it finally met yours, you saw nothing but affection and concern lying within them.

“You don’t bother me. You never could, you know that?”, he whispered.

You gave him a short nod.

“Is there anything I can do for you now?”

You knew he was hoping that you would tell him there was something. That he could take you on a walk, go to the Astronomy tower to catch some more fresh air, or maybe just sit beside you, letting you know he was there for you. But right now, you didn’t feel like any of these things would help you calm down again. You could still hear the echo of your heartbeat loudly in your ears and your field of vision still felt narrowed. And right now you didn’t feel like anything Draco could say or do could change anything about it. The only thing that could help you was up in your dorm. Hidden in between all your other bathroom stuff.

“Just let me go.”, you said, as you took a step back, making Draco´s hand fall off your face.

His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You know what I said, Draco. Just let me go. Please.” You looked at the boy pleadingly.

But Draco shook his head.

“You know I can´t.”

“You can. You have to.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I would leave you alone now? If I would let you go knowing you…” His voice broke.

“What kind of friend are you that you don’t want to help me?”, you returned.

The boy looked as if you had just punched him in the face. And as you realized what you had just said, you felt like that was just what you did.

“Draco, I´m sorry, I didn’t mean to… But I really need to… I just can´t…”

“If you´ll leave right now I´ll go and tell Madame Pomfrey.”, Draco cut you off roughly.

You froze.

“What?”

“If you´ll leave now, I´ll tell her.” Draco´s voice sounded calm but determined. He shook his head sadly. “Merlin, I should have told someone right away. I just can’t believe I have let you keep on doing this all the time.”

“Draco, you can´t…”

“I can. And I will.”

“You won´t.”

You shook your head in denial. Your thoughts were racing. The only person, you thought you could trust was now threatening to betray you. Deep down you knew, Draco didn’t mean to hurt you. Actually, it was the exact opposite. He wanted to help you, wanted to make you finally feel better again. But right now, that wasn’t how you saw the situation.

“I will (Y/n). I swear to Salazar, if you´ll walk through that door, I´ll give the alarm. I don’t care if you´ll be mad at me or hate me. If that´s what it takes, I´ll do it.”

You stared at Draco with widened eyes. The way he returned your gaze left no doubt that these weren’t just empty words.

“But you… I… I trusted you.”

Draco nodded.

“I know.”

The way he stayed so calm in this situation, angered you. He was going to make a decision that would change your entire life for you and not even ask you for permission.

“That´s extortion.”, you spit out.

“Call it what you want (Y/n). I´ll do it anyway.”

“Damn it Draco. Just leave it. That´s none of your business!”

Draco looked at you incredulously. And finally, his calm façade seemed to crumble.

“None of my business? You really want to tell me this is none of my business?” His voice was shaking as it got louder. “All of this is my fucking business (Y/n). I was there for you the entire time. I tried everything to make you feel better. Do you have any idea how that felt? Knowing that in the end nothing I ever did really helped? Well, let me tell you, it sucked. And do you know how it felt to be constantly worried about you? To be scared any time I saw you walking away because I didn’t know what would happen? What you would do to yourself once more? To anxiously wait for you every morning and every evening, every time I hadn’t seen you for a few hours, because I didn’t know what happened in the meantime? And to let you walk away on your bad days, knowing that I have failed once again. And that I knew that you would have to pay the price for it? Tell me, do you know how that feels?”

You looked at the boy with widened eyes. The pounding of your heart had become even faster. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes. You tried to swallow the lump of guilt building up in your throat, but it only became bigger and bigger. You knew what was the right reaction to this. You knew it would have been right to just give in and accept the help he was offering you. Because by now you had crossed a line you had never intended to. You had not only hurt yourself, but someone around you. Someone you deeply cared about and someone you loved with all your heart. But while you knew rationally what you had to do, your mind somehow still couldn’t accept it.

So you straightened your shoulders and returned Draco´s gaze, hoping the tears wouldn’t start to fall yet.

“I didn’t ask you to.”, you simply responded.

Draco stepped closer to you, towering you up. His chest was now almost touching yours, rising and falling heavily.

“No, you didn’t. But I do anyway. And I don’t care if you try to push me away. I don’t need your damn permission. I won´t leave. You hear me? I won´t leave you. Not before I know you´re okay. I know I can´t make a decision for you. That´s on you. You can either run off right now or you can stay. But I´ll be there whatever you decide to do. You don´t have to go through this alone.”

By now the tears actually started to fall, which made you even angrier.

“Why do you care? Why do you care what happens to me?”, you said, now raising your voice as well.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone!”, he shouted back.

It was as if time slowed down. You looked at Draco in disbelief, who was panting, face reddened by anger. He looked down at you, returning your gaze.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone.”, he repeated in a now much lower voice.

A few moments of silence passed as you stared up into his grey eyes which were by now filled with tears as well. You couldn’t recall having him ever seen that upset before.

“Draco, I…”, you spoke up, but Draco interrupted you.

“You… you don’t have to say anything right now (Y/n). I know it´s not what… But I need you to know that I just care way too much about you to let you just keep going. I mean, I can´t just stand here and continue watching you hurting yourself like that.”

The tears in your eyes were by now running free, and a small sob escaped your throat.

And when Draco opened his arms, you gave in for the very first time, letting him hold you close, while you buried your head in the crook of his neck, still sobbing softly.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there like this, but slowly, your tears began to fade and your breath began to normalize again.

“I´m sorry.”, you finally whispered, still hiding in the comfort of his embrace,

You could feel Draco shaking his head,

“There´s nothing to be sorry about, love.”, he answered.

And when you finally dared to take a step back again, you could see Draco smiling down at you shyly. With a swish of his wand, he removed the damage the tears had done to your face. By now, only your slightly puffy eyes could make someone suspect something had been going on.

“You know what´s the most fucked up thing about this? I know you are right. I know that I… that this isn’t the way it´s supposed to be but I just... Godric I´m just so scared. And I feel so embarrassed and guilty and it´s just… I don’t know where to start. Or how to stop.”

Draco nodded. His hand caressed your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face.

“But no matter what. I´m here for you (Y/n). I´ll always be.”

You smiled at the boy wryly.

“Thank you.”

Draco mirrored your smile and pulled you close again. He placed a small kiss on the crown of your head as you inhaled the calming scent of his cologne.

“Nothing to thank me for love.”

A few weeks later, you were sitting down at the lake once more. You looked at the water in front of you and how the small waves curled on the surface. The murmuring of the waves and the swooshing of the wind softly moving the trees behind you made you sleepy.

You laid back a bit, curling up against the warm body behind you, as you rest your head on his shoulder. Some strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer. You sighed comfortably.

“What are you thinking about, love?”, Draco asked.

“I was thinking about how lucky I am.”, you responded.

“You better be, you got the most handsome boy in the school as your boyfriend.”, he chuckled.

You grinned.

“I´m surprised you didn’t say the most handsome one in the world.”

“Would have been just as right. But I didn’t want to sound too smug.”

“Oh yeah, you are not only the most handsome but also the most humble person in this world.”, you teased.

“So you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That I´m the most handsome person in the world.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You might be.”

“Only if you don’t count yourself in.”

“You´re adorable.”

“Add this to your list of reasons why you love me.”

You sat up slightly, so you were able to look at your boyfriend. He was right. He was for sure the most handsome person in the world. You pecked his lips, making him smile against yours.

“You could look like a Blast-Ended Skrewt and I´d still love you.”

“Of course, you would. I´ve got a very engaging personality as well.”

“You do for sure.”, you laughed.

Draco mirrored your laugh before he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in, pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you.”, you mumbled in between two kisses.

Draco looked at you questioningly.

“For what?”

“For everything. For being with me and staying with me.”

Draco threw you a small smile before his lips slightly brushed yours again.

“You deserve all the love and all the happiness in the world (Y/n). And I´m just so happy that I can give it to you. And I´ll never stop trying to continue doing so.”

You mirrored his smile.

“You do for sure.”, you whispered against his lips, before getting lost in him once more.

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