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bucknastysbabe · 10 months

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✾ Happy Bday To A Sweet Lil Kit Named Liv ✾

Therefore I present to you:

♕ The Brother F**king Incest Spectacular ♕

For u bb @fairysluna

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: incest, non/con|||dub/con, degrading language, bastard hating, DAERON IS AGED UP!!!!Greens won AU, Jace’s sister reader, gang bang, so much Incest, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds, double penetration, oral sex, pnv!sex, erotic crying, humiliation, Daeron is actually scared but likes her so they run off and be happy duh, Aemond and Aegon are Insane, multiple orgasms, rough sex, m/m/m/f, Jace is broken, why is there kinda angst? Idk

A/N: I don’t tend to lean toward non-con but the brother fucking incest spectacular had been brewed so read the warnings!

“Little Lord Strong,” Aemond sneered from the lofty bed, looking down with a haughty look on his sharp features. Jace squirmed and hissed at the one-eyed prick. His dear sister was pinned between Aemond’s lean legs, face red and teary.

Daeron was quiet, a terrified look on his face as he watched the scene.

Aegon, ever the deviant, palmed himself through his breeches, other hand petting Jace’s poor sister’s hair. He was grinning wildly, violet eyes fervent with glee. He giggled as his younger brother prattled on. Aemond cocked his head towards his siblings and said, “Well. You know what they say about bastards. Lustful, devious sort. I bet she’ll open up like a Lyseni pillow girl.”

Jace barked, “Fuck you! All of you are the deviants! Defiling my maiden sister for what?”

Aegon snorted, “She’s a lovely vixen, we won and you didn’t. Therefore we get our war prizes. Wanted to see what your cunt of a mother was so infatuated by a house as shite as the Strongs.” Jace grimaced and squirmed under his bindings, chest aching at the mention of his true father. The one who had taught him to be a man. He didn’t feel much like one.

Aegon yanked back her hair and got a good look at doe brown eyes, watery with tears, lips swollen more-so than usual. She pled, “Please, please, I cannot help being o-of this nature. Have mercy my king, have mercy!” The giddiness of Aegon’s face morphed into anger.

He hissed in her face, spittle flying, “Did your lovely mother and the rogue cunt give my children mercy?”

She wailed in sorrow, apologizing for something she had nothing to do with. Aemond was wielding the Valyrian ceremonial knife, pointing it towards Jacaerys. He sniffed, “Yes, Lord Strong, was there mercy when your dead brother took my eye, slaughtered my kin, set the kingdom aflame for a seat that belonged to us trueborn?”

Jacaerys remained silent, fidgeting in his bonds, trying to find a way out. There was murder and kinslaying on both sides. The bastard thought he was justified for little Luke. Jace was angry and humiliated. Tears fell down his darkened cheeks. Daeron spoke up, a soft lilt to the youngest brother’s tone.

“You won’t get out of those. Learned the best knots down on the docks of Oldtown. Best if you just sat back and let it get on with. Customary,” he nervously looked to the elder blondes, “Customary right?”

Aegon popped up from his spewing of vitriol, laughing as he reached for more Arbor Red, “Yes, darling Daeron, customary to make sure any dragon blood gets more seed. We have to repopulate. Sorry you must get the leftover bitch as wife.”

Aemond shrugged, “She’s pretty. Had a Strong bitch in Harrenhal, witchy sort, but couldn’t trust a wench that played with magicks.” He began to take off his loose blouse, exposing pale scarred skin, lean and toned. Daeron was stockier, like Aegon but if the eldest didn’t overindulge. The king was a juxtaposition of tight burns and soft overfed flesh. Never a warrior, Jace knew that much.

Jace watched in agony as the boys divested their clothing. He sister wept and shook on the mattress, begging Daeron now. The youngest looked guilty, mouthing, “I’m sorry.” Aegon smacked the Prince from behind the head and chided, “This is your whore for tonight. Quit being the pansy.”

Daeron grumbled back, staring with flushed cheeks. Aemond pulled her ass up roughly, spreading tanned thighs, shapely from dragon riding. Jacaerys howled, “You accursed demon!” The one-eye hummed, “I’ve heard worse, Strong. Enjoy the show.”

Aegon was at full mast, eagerly stroking his thick cock, “As the king I get to fuck those pretty lips,” he smirked, “Aemond you can get her cunt. Daeron it’s either her ass or wait your turn. Feel her up a little, I don’t know.” Daeron’s lilac eyes bounced around the scene, pupils blowing at her gorgeous body, full breasts hanging below, obscene lips covered in drool.

“Go on Daeron, she’s drier than the Boneway,” Aemond frowned. Jace could hand the bastard that, he couldn’t bear to watch her be torn to shreds. Daeron’s body came closer to hers, a calloused hand tentatively rubbing her soft skin, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed a smidgeon, nervous eyes peeking around. The brunette had pretty lashes.

The daring himself murmured, “I shan’t treat you like this my lady, we’ll go back to Old Town. J-just feel me and the sensations. Please. Please.”

She whimpered quietly at Daeron engaged her in a gentle kiss, his hand finally coming to knead and tweak her pretty tits. “This isn’t amateur hour, back off, acting like Florian and Jonquil.” Aeg snatched her jaw and ordered, “Open, bastard whore.” She did so, shaking as Aegon dropped his spit into her mouth, easing his thick cockhead into the warm opening.

“That’s better, fuck,” Aegon moaned, eyes lolled. Aemond waited patiently, while he grinned at Jace. He mused, “So easy, so pliable. That’s why your mother liked it. Wanted to control everything, the bitch.” Jace gritted back, “Your mother was a stone cold bitch and we all knew it!”

The Velaryon fumed with anger, eyes flickering to where Aegon was moaning with delight, Daeron caressing and kissing on her smooth skin. His cheeks reddened at where his thoughts were going. Merely a Targaryen instinct— inclination for the blood.

Daeron’s insistent kissing and licking had the princess biting off whines around Aegon’s cock. The king laughed, “Ah, there she is, little slut loves it after all.” Aemond played with her other entrance, feeling wetness begin to gather and dribble delightfully. He backed up and motioned towards the youngest.

“Actually, I want her wetter. Use your tongue Daeron.” Aegon giggled with glee at the idea, Jace groaned, and Daeron swallowed heavily.

He shuffled to her slit, pale eyes boggled at her most private part. His thumb slid through the moistened entrance, cock jumping in surprise. Daeron held up his thumb and suckled the essence off, eyelashes fluttering as he moaned.

“She taste s-sweet, hm?,” Aegon panted. He wouldn’t last long. Never did by all rumors and accounts. The slick noises of her mouth and Aegon’s lurid chattering was making Daeron grow impossibly hot under his skin. He grabbed handfuls of her pert ass and licked at her pretty petals, grinding into the bed.

“Seven hells— the mouth on this one!,” he giggled, “Lick at that bud Daeron, raa-right at the top, make her squeal and slick up.” The youngest did so, suckling on the hooded bud above her opening, inhaling her perfect natural scent. She squirmed and shook, crying out around Aegon. Daeron didn’t stop, intoxicated by his beautiful niece’s noises. She arched her back helplessly, whining.

Aegon gasped and pulled at her thick brown locks, shoving his cock deep into her throat— met with no resistance. He threw his short curls back, belly bouncing, lips agape. The king cried out, “Fuuuuck yess!” Jace saw his uncle’s balls draw tight and he emptied down her once pristine throat. He closed his eyes and whimpered, willing away the indecent thoughts. He could hear her coughing in the background.

Aegon, fuck dumb and lazy, pillowed himself back. He halfassedly gestured for Aemond to have her mouth. The lean man smirked as having her from this angle meant he could torture Jacaerys more. Daeron was busy exploring her, sticking fingers in and lapping excitedly.

“Slow down, you’ll blow before you get your cock in her cunny,” Aegon snorted.

Aemond easily got access, the Princess obediently opening her mouth, eyes far away and hazy. Cum was still wetting her chin, mixed with drool. Aemond wiped it away with the nearest cloth, finding a distaste to be so close to Aegon’s glob of spend. He tilted her head up so the taller Targaryen could ease his long cock down her throat.

“Stick your dick in already, she’s wetter than the Greenblood,” Aegon snapped, greedily gulping wine. He shouted, “Isn’t this just wonderful Jace! Maybe we’ll cut your cock off and make you a handmaiden to this lovely girl.” Jace whimpered, utterly broken and confused. He was so hard it hurt, yet everything disgusted him.

Daeron held his cock, lilac eyes focused on her hole, dipping the tip in, before getting shoved further by one of her frantic hands. Aemond laughed, “Mm! She likes you. We’ll all have to take a test filling her cunt up. Make sure the seed takes.”

The youngest brother’s vision grew blurry as he registered the delicious feeling surrounding his cock. It was better than anything he had tried on himself. She was warm, tight, and pulsing around Daeron’s member. He gripped her hips and fucked wildly, groaning and panting her name.

“Should have taken his virgin ass to the brothels in Old Town when we visited.”

“All the more fun, two little virgins, isn’t that right Lord Strong?,” Aemond jabbed in glee. Jace let out an agonized moan, his balls aching and full. His sister’s gorgeous cries and debauched frame was making him feel insane. Aegon’s nonsensical laugh broke through the haze, making Jace more ashamed…more aroused.

Daeron panted and laid kisses up her back, breathlessly praising, “Oh you feel so good, tell me what to do, please?” Aemond, snapping his hips into the Velaryon’s mouth jeered, “Listen to what the wretch had to say, touch her button.”

Aegon slurred, already stroking his cock again, “When she comes, s’like heaven, milking ya’ cock.”

Daeron reached around to settle between them, circling around her swollen nub, feeling her cunt pulse and hearing excited keening. He pinched and pulled harder, the cries turning into little whimpers as she drew tighter and tighter around him. Daeron felt his eyes crossing at the pressure, fucking harder in a last effort.

Aemond pinched a bouncing teat of hers and ordered, “Come now, Strong slut. Serve your superiors.” He pulled out and watched the scene, on his haunches. The brunette was wailing and crying Daeron’s name. “Oh Gods please, don’t stop, f-fa-feels s’good! What’s- oh my- happening?”

Jace never wished he could be freed more than now, eyes glued to her twitching body, plump lips shining in the dull light. His cock was leaking profusely, needing an outlet for his swollen sac. Daeron gasped as she gushed all over his cock, sniveling and sucking in breath. Tears leaked down her gorgeous face.

The youngest Targaryen just sat in a daze, her throbbing pussy hitting him with wave of wave of ecstasy, his cock unloading all he could have carried into her womb. He selfishly hoped his seed would take, so that his wife’s child was truly his. He kissed and rubbed on her until Aegon cast him aside, laughing, “My turn, lover boy.”

Daeron’s eyes flickered to Jace, whining softly with a red face. His cock had soaked the front of his small clothes, huge member swollen and needy. Gods, the depravity. He absently wondered if the girl was supposed to be Jace’s if it weren’t for the twins.

Aegon was a lazy fuck, making the girl get on top of him and ride and ride until her shaky legs gave out. The king smacked her ass roughly, barking, “You can do better than that with all that dragon riding. Lazy whore.” She whimpered and bounced harder, squeezing Aegon’s soft midsection tight. He moaned, “Soooo much better. Good little bitch.”

He filled her up next with a sloppy finish, leaving some on her belly and legs, proposing, “Since Jace is so needy, we should make him clean her up.” Aemond seemed to love that idea, eagerly fucking her into the soft bed, her legs thrown high up his long body.

He bit and sucked a collar of markings around her neck, snarling, “You belong to us now, no black, no-ngh, fucking greens, just the Targaryens.” She whimpered, “Yes, yes, I belong to you, the rightful family.” Aemond smacked her around some more, around the ass and thighs. He pumped with long strokes, powerful and measured.

Daeron was taking notes. Because she was heaving and clawing his shoulders, mewling when he’d plunge into her ruined cunt. Blood had already dried on the bed. Aegon crawled over and pointed her wet eyes to Jace.

“You want brother dearest to clean you up after? Lick your sore cunny up, coddle you? Or Daeron?”

She scrunched her face up, obviously distressed. Jace whined pathetically, “Sister, sister please, let me, let me?” He was humping the air now, utterly broken and debauched. Aemond smacked her cheek none-to-hard and smarted, “Your king asked you a question!”

She wailed out, “Both! Need both! Gods please! Mmmm!” Aemond’s one eye rolled up at her releasing yet again. She still had some in her, coating his long cock with the gorgeous essence. The long haired prince pumped her for the final time full of his cum, slapping her ass another time for good measure. She shivered and cried, Daeron already to the rescue.

Who knew such a powerful fighter had such a weak heart. Aegon laid back like a cat who got the cream, watching Jacaerys sob and shiver. He’d cum. The evidence was sticky and soaking his small clothes. The princess took one look and begged, “C-can he join? Lick me up like you said my liege?”

Aegon shrugged, “Aemond and I will watch for safety. Can’t believe Lord Strong came in his small clothes watching his sister get fucked by the enemies. I thought we were fucked up.”

“Like you’ll do shite you oaf,” Aemond muttered as he slit the ropes binding Jace. The brunette stumbled to his sister, squatting between her soaked cunt. It was still a bit stretched, puffy and oozing copious amounts of ‘dragonseed’. He began to cry in shame as he cleaned her up.

Daeron softly murmured, “I’ll take good care of her, you’ve been good. So good.” Jace blushed and kept licking, eating up his sister’s sighs of pleasure, Daeron’s long fingers in his dark hair. What a fucking mess this was.

Aegon and Aemond merely laughed like devilish imps. Sadists. “Oh she’ll take the seed alright, she better or we do this again,” he tapped his chin, “We can’t taint her bastardized blood further, so just licking cunny for you dear nephew.”

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #READ TAGS PLS #velaryon reader #jacaerys x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #Daeron targaryen x reader

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heyjude19-writing · 2 years

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Hi! Just wanted to say that Remain Nameless to this day is one of my favourite fic ever. It is just so well written and the characterization of everyone is great.

Would be open to sharing what fics you’re currently reading and/or that you enjoyed reading?

I figured that someone who creates such quality must be reading quality stuff!

Thankyousomuch xx

hi anon!

thank you so much, im so happy you enjoyed RN enough to consider it a favorite 🥰

ok so. i'll be honest, i haven't been reading much fic lately and hardly any dramione. I tend not to read a lot of fic when im in the midst of writing a multi-chap.

But I am currently following one WIP: Carpathian by @niffizzle. It's the dragonkeeper!draco fic of my dreams.

I am working up the energy/courage to read What You Know is Wrong, which is a sequel to one of my fave fics, What You Think is Right. But i know @icepower55 is going to absolutely destroy me with this and I will be a heap of emotions on the floor. Standby for a future meltdown.

If you're open to dipping your toe in drarry, this is one of the best of that pairing I have ever read: What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym. Featuring: obnoxious little shit draco. he babbles a lot in this one, just never shuts up and it is delightful. a strong case made for why harry would actually be a shit auror and ron a good auror. and a compassionate depiction of depression, loneliness, and panic attacks.

if you're open to a phenomenal character study, i beg you to read this: ugly: in defense of pansy parkinson by dirgewithoutmusic. the opening lines about james potter hooked me right away.

anddddddddddd because i am currently OBSESSESD you're getting another rec that is not fic. Lore Olympus by rachel smythe on webtoon. Do you like beautiful art? Do you like tall, white-blond haired-men covered in scars? Do you like a soft romance between two precious, broken bbs? Do you like a compassionate exploration of trauma? What about the ultimate tol/smol couple? GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW AND THANK ME LATER!

#tags are about to be a wild hodgepodge #dramione #drarry #pansy parkinson #lore olympus #fic recs #everyone should read all of these #go right now #asked and answered #remain nameless

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alexshenry · 2 years

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15 & 22

Hi, anon!

15: Talk about some of your favourite creators: what do you love most about their different creations? Everyone I follow is seriously so wonderful and talented, and I'm so blessed my dash is always filled with so many beautiful creations & creators. I’m going to cheat here and tag my favourite gifmakers, fic writers, meme lords, meta geniuses, etc, because they all deserve to be showered with love ♥

@nanons ♥ @tehohaews ♥ @patspran ♥ @snimeat ♥ @hislaststar ♥ @milkpansa ♥ @billlkin ♥ @patprans ♥

(no particular order): @nattawins @wkxbaby @thelondonfolly @leeshinah @angelbesideme @pharawee @loveisactivated @mirroroferisedx @tehohaew @25shadesoffebruary @nellsdani @surii @patpran @dribs-and-drabbles @talistheintrovert @nongnao @isvisomewhere @prany @ohmnanonsource @j-miki @jaehwany @pawat @athousandbyeol @shortpplfedup @elnotwoods @patprans @aheartandashirt @actually-yikes @miscellar @seeking-moonscapes @ahxu-laowen @pranpatsocool @casualavocados @jemmo @epiphanjins @ablazenqueen @hislaststar @lovepattranite @machikeita @icouldhyperfixatehim @badprophetvx @ohmybitna @dramaism @ahsung @ingukk @deokmis @kinnsporsche @smittenskitten @pranparakul @liyazaki @thaitheseries @baek1nho @patshoney @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @thranduel @ipromisedthesunset @sexyglances @itoldsunset @richkidtay @yohankang @loooreleii @tipnaree @patandpran @rythyme @ahysopae @atotsphutian @mixmetawin @pranpats @taeminie @barncsbucky @itsforcebook @mixxiw @zhaozi @premboun @starryy-sky @galaxyofdarkmatter @longinglook @opas-iamkajorn @stayandbefree @tawanv @pourquoiyyy @laowen @aquynh @nohshinwoos @3willbefree @sunsetandthemoon @lovelyghostv @pansy-mp3 @boun-prem @tontawantu @sarawatine @musicdramalove @tachineko @junghaesin @midnightsvoid @bbrightwins @kaonoppakao @nanonkorapat @dingyuxi @toptaps @kittychicha @kurusutakatsu @feycien @pranpat @winxteam @yourstype @firstsensibility @coldties @tutontawans @yibo-wang

i hope i didn’t forget anyone! i’m so sorry if i did, but just know I adore and appreciate you so, so much ♥

22: A creation that was difficult to make (but worthwhile!) This bb set is the first thing that comes to mind. The forth gif took an embarassing amount of time to perfect, and I still wasn’t completely happy with the end result. I discovered the fade to black effect accidentally, and wanted to encorporate it in the set, but then I spent around 8 hours perfecting it, and making sure that the text and scenes aligned, and no matter what I did, I wasn’t completely satisfied with it. Even so, I’m so proud of it and I think it ties up the entire gifset so well ♥

💫 creator ask game 💫

#anon #answered #thank you for sending me these questions lovely! <3

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dhr-ao3 · 4 months

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The Rush of It

The Rush of It https://ift.tt/OixyVB7 by Trauma_Bingo_Board Something is very, very wrong at Azkaban. Words: 13695, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Post-War, Post-Hogwarts, Azkaban, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Prison, Abuse, Physical Abuse, psychological abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Violence, Torture, corrupt ministry of magic, PTSD, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, St. Mungo’s, Healing, Therapy, EMDR is magic, Mind Healers, draco goes to therapy, hermione goes to therapy, harry goes to therapy, everyone needs fucking therapy ok, justice reform, lawyer Hermione, Auror Harry, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Eventual Smut, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub, Crookshanks will judge you like god, House Elves, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, no ron bashing, Ron is on his own journey and we don’t need to worry about it, no miscommunications, everyone is trying their best, they’re just all really traumatized, competent Hermione, Adult Hermione Granger, Adult Draco Malfoy, Soft Draco, our poor bb boy is skittish like a lost cat, Pansy doesn’t want therapy but she DOES want to beat the shit out of someone, Harry selflessly volunteers as tribute, also he’s into her, Found Family, Wizards Using Muggle Technology, HEA, not brit-picked, No beta we die like the author's sleep schedule., Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, POV Harry Potter, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Theodore Nott via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/BdzjaFN December 31, 2023 at 06:24AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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luucypevensie · 8 months

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🐰 + the bestest Slytherin Cord!!

YAS MY LIL’ SLYTHERIN BB! THANK YOU FAE!

1. Their berserk button: Cord doesn’t like it when someone doesn’t pull their weight in school assignments/projects and leaves her to do all the work. She is not your personal servant, either you put in the effort or the two of you are BOTH going down

2. Why their name was chosen: She was named after her paternal grandmother and her mother; Cordelia’s parents wanted to honor her father’s mother, plus they love that Cordelia means “heart” because they wanted their daughter to have heart

3. Their favorite 2020s song: Penthouse by Kelsea Ballerini

4. Their biggest fear: Losing her aunt Drea and Harry because they’re the only family she has left

5. One turn-on of theirs: Seeing someone in their element (like Harry in Quidditch or teaching in DA)

6. Their go-to sleepover activities: Disney movies; seriously, Cord just LOVES having a Disney movie marathon at a sleepover, and she was so excited to do that with Daphne and Tracey when she introduced them to the movies. Also, so much junk food (a mix of wizard sweets like Cauldron Cakes and Licorice Wands with Muggle sweets like Cadbury Dairy Milk and Crunchies)

7. What candle they’d get at Bath & Body Works: You know, I actually can see Cord getting this one candle called Coffee & Whiskey (a candle that contains smells of Irish Whiskey, Vanilla, and a hint of Coffee)

8. A moment when they reached their breaking point: Pansy had just called her a Mudblood again, and Cord just SNAPPED because her family being non magical shouldn’t matter. Who she is as a person, THAT is what should matter. As a result, she jumped on Pansy (who wasn’t expecting that at all) and just starting scratching and pulling at anything she could get her hands on

9. Whether they’re organized or slobby: Cord’s pretty organized; not CRAZY organized though

10. Their favorite feature about themselves: Her smile

#oc: cordelia grey #fic: peace #u: hp #anti jk rowling #oc asks #daughter-of-melpomene #THANKS AGAIN FAE!

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broomsticks · 1 year

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For the ship ask game!! Pansmione, Helga/Rowena, and Jegulus! (You don’t have to answer them all, just whichever one you prefer! <3)

going to leave helga/rowena with a plug for sleepstxtic's fic, an incredible first meetings with POC Rowena Ravenclaw & Viking Helga Hufflepuff !!!

jegulus is answered here so

PANSMIONE - ALL THE HEART EYES

What made you ship it?

this wlw bb fic, especially the art by @carlav-blogs excuse my french but !!! SO FUCKING HOT?????!?!?!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

tbh for all the flak that fanfic, especially marauders era fic, catches about essentially being self inserts, i feel like PANSY centric fics tend to be self inserts (just a ~feeling~ i'm getting, from the diversity of HCs i've seen and the very specific way people write them, there's real nuance and individuality there!) -- and you know what? i love that.

they usually have her as a snotty mean girl who made a bunch of bad decisions in her ignorant youth, feels bad about them, and wants to but really doesn't know how to properly apologize, atone, seek forgiveness, make reparations to those she's wronged. for better or worse she IS hard and snarky, she's never really going to be a softy or totally comfortable with being openly loving and affectionate, and she's never going to be able to undo the harm she's done to the people she's bullied … and somehow it turns out okay?

it hits especially different when it's hermione, but lots of the very best pansy fics have such a beautiful story arc of forgiveness and hope and your story is long and you've got time and !!! i like. you WRITE all those goshdarned self insert stories about how people who have done terrible things still deserve love and forgiveness and kindness and good things dammit. you WRITE THEM.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

it is the superior version of drarry + dramione send tweet

#pansmione #tumblr games

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wheezykat · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Others (Offscreen) Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Original Muggle Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, It gets better I promise, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Post-War, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Sex Worker Draco Malfoy, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Panic Attacks, Touch Averse Draco Malfoy, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, (not between drarry and offscreen), these warnings sound dark but i promise it's not all that, Eventual Happy Ending, Coffee Shops, Coffee Shop Owner Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Eventual Smut, there are SOME feelings in here, as per usual, Illustration by Babooshkart, (feat in ch 2), Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

After the war, Draco tries to make a life in the Muggle world.

Potter keeps showing up.

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❤ last lines! ❤

Thanks @phd-mama for tagging me!!

I've been working like crazy instead of writing (s i g h) BUT. I do have something for this :) from my self indulgent Panama ginsy fic!

“Mmm, el mundo es un pañuelo,” Parkinson murmers, reaching up to twist her long black hair to one side, “Only so many places to go, Ginevra.”

Tagging my best bbs and beans @amorsindolor @vukovich @peachpety @calypsotempete @wynnyfryd @secretartlair @academicdisaster24 @nv-md @fw00shy @the-sinking-ship

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drarry tag game

Thank you @calypsotempete and @vukovich for tagging me! How fun. Lol.

When did you get into Drarry and why? I was actually a Jily/Wolfstar shipper back in OG fandom days, and sometimes I would read Viktor/Hermione fic and drarry would be the side pairing. Anyhoo, got back into fandom in 2019 and went down the rabbit hole looking for some of my favorite older fics, somehow ended up in dramione-land and read practically every fic on AO3 for the pairing (I know this sounds crazy, and I wouldn’t believe it if it hadn’t happened to me 😂💀) and then was sad that I had read mostly everything. Dabbled a bit in Drarry fics, reading them at random while waiting for new WIP chapters, for a few months. Then I made a Tumblr. I saw art for Running on Air by @tinyhistory. I am a simple raccoon, I see pretty things, I click. I ended up reading the entire fic in one sitting.

Which Drarry fic hooked you? The Fallout by everythursday (Dramione) is the fic that dragged me back to fandom kicking and screaming. Running on Air is what brought me over to Drarry (and by god, is it beautiful!!), but the fic that truly hooked me was Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop. I think that same week after I finished it, after the requisite amount of time spent staring at a wall and feeling as if my entire life had changed, I sat down and read through all of bix/firethesound/loveglows/lqt fics. There was not a lot of sleep happening. Lol.

Top three favorite Drarry fics: this was so difficult 😂 my 400 bookmarks are yelling at me!

1. Coming Home by @nerdherderette

M, 9.8k - TWs: MCD, Grief/Mourning, Mild Sexual Content

Three years after his world was shattered, Harry tries to pick up the pieces at the place he once called home.

I literally can’t even count the amount of times I’ve read this fic - I know that in 2021 I read it 18 times. 💀💀 And I’ve begged countless people to read it. It’s so gorgeous; the prose is exactly what you expect, entirely captivating and encompassing, and Harry’s grief feels so real. Though we don’t get a happy ending here, there’s something about this fic that holds my entire heart. This story taught me a lot as a writer about how a story doesn’t need to be fairy tales and rainbows at the end to have a striking and meaningful conclusion that feels right.

2. genesis (you don’t know what it means to win) by crossourbridges

T, 73.5k - No TWs

Harry Potter didn’t help the Malfoy’s because he owed them; he did it because it was the right thing to do. He’s not sure why he keeps going back to visit, except that it seems to annoy Draco Malfoy and he loves annoying Draco Malfoy.

Ya’ll. This Harry. He is the ultimate characterization for me. Honestly, this type of fic is largely not my style - it’s kind of light-hearted and humorous, and there is no smut (😭). BUT. and this is a huge but. The writing is so dynamic, and the drarry banter is SPOT ON, and there’s even some lovely interaction with Narcissa, who I absolutely adore in this story. It’s SO GOOD. I find myself coming back to this fic as a comfort read (because who doesn’t read 74k words for comfort). I absolutely fall in love with the boys all over again every time. I tend to keep this fic open in my tabs, that’s how often I read it!

3. the space between (what you want and what you need) by disapparater

M, 13.6k - TWs: major character injury, disability, sexual dysfunction

As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

Okay. I’m not going to lie. This isn’t an easy read. (In fact, you’ll find that most of the fics I enjoy aren’t). But this is a heartfelt look at acquired physical disabilities, and also features an ace! Draco. Be still, my beating heart! Literary weaknesses abound! As someone who grew up with a disabled parent, who saw the journey in real time and up close, this fic speaks to me on a different level. I love the depth of Harry’s character, and I love the fact that this author chose to write from Draco’s POV as a healer. Being that we’re in Draco’s POV, it’s also incredible to read this fic and get to experience what is, in my opinion, a more accurate portrayal of asexuality/ace spectrum characterisation. As someone who is demi, I’m constantly on the lookout for ace rep in fiction, and this is one of my absolute favorites for that reason. (You can see some of my other ace/demi faves here in my bookmark collection).

HONORABLE MENTIONS

💕 Crown Witness by @slytherco - E, 70k. TWs - violence

After the war, wizarding society is oppressed by a new kind of plague—an organised crime group calling itself the Family.

When Harry Potter goes to interrogate a potential witness, he doesn’t expect to end up on the run again, trying to keep Draco Malfoy alive, while a manhunt follows in their footsteps, adamant on eliminating the one witness that could ruin everything.

In which Harry and Draco learn that the way to each other might just have to go through the dingiest hotels in Britain.

💕 The Body Keeps Score by @amorsindolor - E, 13.5k. TWs - mentions of past trauma (not between drarry)

Draco cries during sex.

A story about touch, intimacy, and the healing we find through mutual trust and love.

💕 holemate by @vukovich - E, 18.9k. TWs - description of wasting disease

Most people never get a soulmate. Harry has buried three. When the mark appears again, this time alongside an American Auror, perhaps a diversion can keep everyone alive. A diversion that looks a whole lot like a chaotic, fuckable Malfoy.

💕 Have Your Cake and Eat It, Too by @peachpety - E, 3.9k. No TWs.

Harry Potter loves his birthday… until he doesn’t.

All it takes is a miserable slice of jealousy, sprinkled with an unfortunate slip of the tongue, and doused with a heavy dollop of pining to turn Harry sour. Fortunately for him, Draco Malfoy is there to sweeten the day.

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28 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

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whew. it’s been awhile since i’ve had anything to share (life is cray for me rn, iykyk) but some lovelies tagged me and whelp. i have this unedited lil nugget that isn’t for anything in particular (except my love of pansy and stuffing too many adjectives in my scenes). ty @vukovich @drarrymybeloved @the-sinking-ship @mintamintathings for the tags <3

They’re in Panama, this time; the rattling of street carts and faint chatter mix with the sound of twilight waking, its insects chirping as the moon slowly rises against a bruised blue-red sky. A curl of smoke drifts, hazy and swirling in the balmy air, thick and lethargic. It’s heavy, hanging stilted and slow-rising, making the grey smoke lazy in its escape.

Ginny sighs, watching for a beat, before her feet are moving her across the room. Inch by inch, slender legs reveal themselves, and her eyes can’t help but follow that bare skin up, up, up, their path only impeded by the thin, white cotton robe wrapping itself around Parkinson’s body. She’s languid, in the way she only gets when she’s away, when she knows Ginny has come at her beck and call once again, lounging loose-limbed, a fag hanging delicately between her fingers over the edge of the chair.

“Thought you’d quit.”

Parkinson’s face turns, eyes flashing open as she lifts the cigarette to her lips, taking a slow drag and exhaling it out the side of her mouth.

“Thought you said you wouldn’t come.”

tagging my darlings @peachpety @corvuscrowned @calypsotempete @amorsindolor @wynnyfryd @nv-md @drarryruinedme @avenueofesc @mystickitten42 @thusspoketrish @softlystarstruck

32 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

throwing rope

@nv-md, my darling. i present to you some shameless Ginny thirst art, and as a bonus, a wee pining Pansy POV. happy valentine’s day, and happy early bday, Ali! <3 i cherish you. all my love to @amorsindolor for the beta, hype, and endless wisdom. 💕 you can also read it on AO3! (you can see a better quality image too!)

Pansy’s heels are rubbing, even encased in familiar worn leather as they are, her shirt sticky and starched from the sweat of the day. A little piece of her aches, small and sharp, watching as a faint smile crosses Ginevra’s lips, even in the thick of it all. The heat bears down on their backs as the sun burns across the skyline.

Wisps of hair escape Ginevra's braid —tickling her nose and sticking to the perspiration dotting her skin —a loop of rope held in her loose fist. It’s dusty today, much like it is everyday, a thin film of ochre infiltrating anything not locked down or closed up tight. The constant stomping of boots and hooves kicking up the earth is a regrettable exasperation, spinning tiny whirlwinds of grit to tuck into every crevice.

Pansy thinks that maybe she wasn’t quite built for this world, feeling shaky in her own skin, smothering it all up in sharp barbs and snarky quips, edging out anyone who might get close enough to find her out. But Ginevra, well. It’s like she’d been carved out of the mighty red rocks themselves, standing in strong relief against the backdrop. Taking her own place in the landscape, belonging to the earth and the sky and the stars.

Ginevra laughs, looking at Pansy a split-second before she throws her rope through the air.

It’s that feeling, those hidden looks and sly smiles, that tells her this much for certain: that she may be able to count her name among the rest of those great, big things that tether Ginevra to this world.

And that Pansy wants to feel her own lasso pull taut.

60 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #it was a ginsy year i suppose #2022 was rough let's hope for a better 2023

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crazybutgood · 1 year

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1, 2, 3 and 6!

Hello @bleepbloopblotz! Thank you for the asks, and creating the ask game 😊❤️

I'm going to try my best with the memory questions jfjdkd

1. What was the first time you encountered canon femslash? How old were you? How did it make you feel?

Omg ok,, I think (or at least the earliest I can recall) is some comics on Tapas, idk if that counts?? 🙈 I was in my mid/late teens iirc (for non-Tapas canon femslash too!) I was already into fanon femslash then,, I was just super excited to have more wlw content and yeah, just devoured it

2. What was the first time you encountered fanon femslash shipping?

Ok I have a slightly more coherent answer to this,, it's when I first discovered fandom actually! I had no idea about what was out there and so I was just exploring and came across some HP femslash fics :) again this was p long ago. I rmb one of the first few fanon femslash things that I was like actively involved in was as a hype reader for hp wlw BB one year (can't rmb which). I'm pretty sure that event was one of the things part of my now-muddled deep dive into femslash 😌

3. How much of your fandom life does femslash occupy?

(Like, percentage-wise??) Quite a bit now I'd say! It's way much more than when I first joined fandom and got sucked into solely consuming drarry fic and art for a good while. And for types, definitely more reading/flailing over art than writing myself, cos I don't write much anyway :')

6. What's a femslash ship you feel like you're the only shipper of?

Omg ok, maybe not only but it does feel like there's very few of us ajfjejdj,, the ship is Fleur/Cho!! @stargazing-enby got me into it in the first place and now I adore them sm and yes there needs to be more love for them :') Another one I feel is Pansy/Luna! I just love them~

Femslash February Ask Game

#my intro to queer lit itself was through fandom #and that was in my early teens so like #it was a journey from there!#a very muddled one jfjr i read a lot~#anyway #memory issues aside #asked and answered #femslash feb asks #bleepbloopbotz

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dhr-fics · 2 years

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Author: BB Rosie

Malevolence (43KB - Incomplete - R) Blaise and Draco have malevolent plans for Hermione Granger ...

Occultum Domum (36KB - Incomplete - R) Hermione investigates what causes two Veelas to fall seriously ill. The only problem? One of them is Malfoy, who seems to think she is his mate. With the help of her muggle sister, Pansy, Hermione must unearth the secrets that revolve around the Veelas, whilst surviving as the mate of a lethal creature who loathes her.

Twisted (67KB - Incomplete - NC-17) The breath escaped her lips in total shock as he shoved her against the wall. Before she could push him off, his lips crashed onto hers, in front of everyone in the foyer. Suddenly, he pulled away, giving her a smirk that sent cold fear striking down her spine. Hermione Granger was speechless...

#author: BB Rosie #published: 2017

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littlemissnoname13 · 2 years

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long time no see! care to rank your favorite slytherins? have a nice day, dear ♥ i love you

from ◑

I missed youuuuu. How have you been?

Gosh, it’s gonna be tough to rank them.

Draco (no brainer for me)

Blaise (changes from him to Theo from time to time)

Theodore

Regulus (I want to give him a hug 😭😭)

Andromeda (she’s probably my favorite Black Sister)

Severus

Pansy (Fanon tho. I’m not that keen on the book or movie Pansy)

Narcissa

I wanna know yours too!!! I love you more bb ❤️

#🌗.anon

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teacup-tai · 2 years

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Pansmione, ParkRanger, note to self

fics to write:

pansy in the muggle world [on it! wlw bb 2022]

feminist rockstar pansy

minister granger

life after divorce

SMUT so much SMUT

#tai babbles #pansmione #to write #tai is DRUNK

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thatdammchickennugget · 4 months

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Love Is Embarrassing - Part Five

>> and I'm playing the victim so well in my head, but it's me who's been making the bed <<

pairing - theodore nott x fem! reader

summary - when you agree to help Theo out with a bet, you learn that maybe the bad boy isn't actually that bad

warnings - talk about sex, swearing, alcohol, smoking, toxic teacher/student ex-relationship, university au, mentions of y/n

wordcount - 3.6k

a/n - once again, I'm so sorry for the long wait. I'm still struggling with writers block and after getting some hateful anons after the last chapter I had to take a little break from this story. anyways, I wanna thank everyone who's been leaving comments and reading so much, reading what you guys write really makes my day! <3 also, the kiss cam part is inspired by a video I saw on booktok :)

taglist (click here to be added!) @moony-artemis @solutopia @rubyliquor @zucchinimalfoy @ryswritingrecord @ahead-fullofdreams @wolfstar-jpg @kennedy-brooke @iwishigotswallowed @thesecretmansion @dakotali @keira-kaz2y5 @ash-tarte @agent-tempest @l--absinthe @s0kovianwitch @5moremin @lafrone @automaticduckjellyfish @burns-in-the-sun @loveu-always @empath-bunny @ktz-bb @hermionelove @rachelnicolee @football1921

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The metal door slammed open with a scream, the hinges protesting against the movement. Theo jolted back, his hands leaving your body. The soft expression on his face was gone, being replaced by his usual mask of indifference.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Pansy giggled, leaning heavily against the doorframe. “Are you coming back in?”

“In a minute,” Theo grumbled, reaching into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. He pushed one between his lips but made no move to light it.

Pansy mustered the two of you with a smirk, her eyes jumping back and forth as she took in your flushed faces and the dishevelled state of your hair. “Don’t stop on my account, take your time.”

She sent you a final wink before retreating back inside, letting the heavy door fall shut behind her. Theo finally lit his cigarette and this time when he offered you one, you took it without hesitation.

The smoke tickled your throat as you pulled it into your lungs, closing your eyes for a moment before pushing it back out. Watching the cloud swirl and spiral into the air, dancing along the light coming from the streetlamp, the awkward silence washed over you.

Theo cleared his throat after letting out another puff of smoke, eyes fixed on his shoes. “So that just happened.”

“It sure did,” you mumbled, unable to discern how he was feeling about it.

“What happens now?” Theo still was not meeting your eyes.

“Does anything have to happen? We’re drunk and we kissed. It happens, right?”

When he did not respond and just kept staring down at the floor, your heart sank even more. The lump forming in your throat told you that the alcohol was not doing its job anymore. Oh god, what have you done? Did you just ruin everything? Sucking in another lungful of smoke, you tried to think of a way to fix this mess.

Theo's next words were barely above a whisper, causing you to glance up again. He continued watching the pavement with an intense look on his face. "That kiss... it meant nothing. We should just forget about it.”

Of course not. Why would you expect it to mean something more than just a drunken mistake? But still, him saying it out loud stung. And so did the tears welling up in your eyes. "Okay then. Great. It's forgotten."

You tried to ground yourself. This is what you wanted, for nothing to change. But why did it feel like your heart was being ripped from your chest? “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying,” you managed to say, rubbing your eyes.

Before you could say anything else, he was there, pulling you into his arms and rubbing circles across your back. You tried to fight it but eventually gave in to the sensation of his touch. If he wanted to pretend like nothing had happened, then that was perfect. It made things easier.

But you could not lie to yourself any longer. Theodore Nott had managed to bury himself deep into your heart and you wanted to be more than just his friend. After what had happened with Grady, though, you could not risk it. What if you messed everything up again? You could not imagine your life without Theo anymore.

You pulled yourself together, refusing to let any more tears fall. Smiling weakly, you glanced up at him, trying to keep the hurt and frustration out of your voice. "I’m okay now. We should probably find Pansy."

He nodded slowly, his fingers running through your hair, sending tingles all over your scalp. When he released you, you wiped away the remaining wetness around your eyes. Standing up straight, Theo dropped the rest of his cigarette to the ground before stepping it out.

“Okay, trouble. Let’s go find Pansy.”

●・○・●・○・●

You had never been to a hockey game before and you were glad to have Emmy at your side now that it was finally happening. The girl was excitedly chattering away next to you, explaining the rules so you had at least somewhat of an idea what was happening.

Her excitement soon rubbed off on you though, and by the time the game was starting you were on the edge of your seat. Who knew college ice hockey was such a spectacle? The announcer really gave it all when he announced the teams, each of them entering the ice to loud music and even louder cheers.

They began skating around and playing with a good amount of intensity, the players flying across the rink as they tried to score a goal against the other team. You tried to follow their every move in amazement, but your eyes kept wandering back to Theo.

He had offered you one of his jersey's earlier and by now you were slightly regretting not taking it. Almost everyone around you was decked out in the team colours and you felt out of place. But wearing a jersey with his name on the back seemed like something a girlfriend would do, and you definitely were not his girlfriend.

"Isn't this awesome?" Emmy exclaimed happily beside you, obviously thrilled to be your guide to your first game. Theo had told you that she loved watching him play but unfortunately that didn't happen often. "What do you think?"

"I love it." You smiled brightly, ignoring the flutter of your stomach when he skated by where you were sitting, shooting you a quick wink and a smile. Some girls behind you started giggling and your face flushed. Maybe that was not meant for you after all.

The rest of the first period passed quickly, both teams trying hard to make it into the net. There were only seconds left when Theo broke away from his teammates and sped towards the opposing goalie. You watched his arms tense as he pushed himself harder and faster, the puck hovering in front of him.

Your heart pounded wildly as you saw the clock slowly ticking down. Three…two…one…goal!

There was another cheer that made you jump from your seat. Everyone around you was jumping to their feet, clapping wildly as the buzzer sounded. Emmy was loudly yelling out her brother's name, a bright smile plastered on her face.

When Theo took off his helmet, you found a small satisfied smile on his face as well. From what you could tell from your limited knowledge of the sport, he was doing amazing today. He held your gaze for a moment before being crowded by his teammates.

Turning back to Emmy, you found her staring up at the screens hanging from the top of the stadium. "Now comes one of my favourite parts!"

The screen came to life and you quickly realised what was happening: The Kiss Cam. Emmy and you giggled to yourselves as you watched smiling couples and blushing strangers peck each other's lips, smiling as you watched a grandpa hug his little grandson tight, leaving a kiss on the top of the toddler's head.

It took you a moment - and a few pokes to the side from Emmy - to realise that it was your face being shown on the screen now. You could see the guy on your right leaning towards you with a smirk. Turning to send him an apologetic smile, you shrugged your shoulders before leaning down and kissing Emmy on the cheek instead.

She laughed loudly, a huge grin on her face as you both continued watching. They only showed three more couples before the camera focused back on you and the guy sitting next to you. Some of his buddies were clapping him on the back as you shook your head no, an uncomfortable look on your face.

Whoever was in charge of the camera did not seem to understand that you did not want to kiss this random man, or maybe he simply did not care. "Come on, it's just a kiss. Let's just get it over with," he grinned, laughing as his friends cheered from his other side.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't want to," you told him with a grimace.

"I don't think they'll leave us alone until we do it," he shrugged, mentioning towards the screen.

You gave in when people around you started egging you on even more, quickly kissing his cheek the same way you had Emmys.

This time they only showed one elderly couple who happily fell into each other's arms, before coming back to you. "You have got to be kidding me," you sighed in exasperation.

You shook your head again, trying to get across just how little you wanted to do this, when the guy took a hold of your arm to pull you towards him, pushing his lips directly onto yours.

Before you had the chance to react, a loud crash startled the guy enough to draw back. All eyes instantly flew down to the source of the loud noise. Theo was standing on the other side of the glass right in front of you, his helmet in his hands. If looks could kill, the guy next to you would not be standing anymore. And even now he looked close to passing out, all the colour drained from his face.

Theo's eyes were still fixed on the man with a scowl, staring him down while he slowly lowered the helmet he, presumably, just smashed into the glass. You did not have to hear him to make out the words he was saying, his lips curled back in anger and nostrils flared.

Back. Off.

The guy scrambled to sit back down, ignoring his laughing friends while muttering out an apology to you. Once everyone had settled down, you could see Theo put his helmet back on. One of his brows shot up as if asking you if you were okay.

You nodded, mouthing a quick thank you. Theo sent another wink your way before pushing off the glass and skating back over to his teammates. This one was definitely meant for you.

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The huge tent in the garden of the Nott estate was lit up with lights and lanterns, looking like it jumped straight out of one of your fantasy books. Looking around, you pulled your cardigan a little closer around yourself.

You should have texted Pansy to check about tonight's dress code. Theo's answer to just wear whatever makes you comfortable ended up being no help at all. But you had slipped into oen of your favourite dresses and on the way here you had felt good about your outfit. That was until you arrived and realised everyone was dressed up to the nines.

You almost decided to go back home to change, but figured that it would look weird to run back out now. It's not like you had anything fancy enough in your closet anyways. So you carefully started making your way around the edge of the crowd, offering polite smiles to the few people looking your way as you tried to find a familiar face.

The invitation came as a surprise to you. Theo had mentioned it in passing, only elaborating when you fished for more information. Apparently, his mother had asked him to invite you to this event his father was hosting, excited to finally meet you. It was weird to you though, that you had been coming over to his house for weeks now without running into his parents even once.

At first, you had politely declined, sensing that he was not loving the idea of introducing you to his parents. The next day however, he had changed his mind, telling you that he would be a terrible friend if he did not give you the chance to talk to his father.

Theo's father, who coincidentally owned one of the biggest music magazines in the country, the Sound Scope. After that revelation, it did not take much to convince you to make an appearance.

Your eyes scanned the room quickly before settling on the bar. A drink would surely help calm your nerves, so you made your way over, patiently waiting your turn to order the first cocktail you recognized on the menu. Drink in hand, you set out once again to look for your friend.

You stopped short as someone bumped right into you. Stumbling slightly, you grabbed onto their arm to steady yourself. As soon as your brain registered what was happening, you quickly pulled back your hand. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" you spluttered, taking a step back to give the other person some room.

"You're all good, love," said a familiar voice and your eyes flew up to find Lorenzo Berkshire looking down at you with a small grin. "Didn't know you would be here tonight."

"It was kind of last minute. I actually didn't know I was coming two days ago either," you told him, still glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Theo or Pansy.

Lorenzo was one of Theo's closest friends but you only knew him in passing. Other than Pansy, you had not officially met any of Theo's other friends, but Lorenzo always seemed nice enough when you crossed his path in the school hallways or at the drinks table at a house party.

"You're looking like a fish out of water. Are you feeling okay?" He had the most gorgeous brown eyes you had ever seen and a warm smile to match them. And tonight, that charming smile reached all the way to his deep dimples as he held out his arm to you.

Grateful that he had decided to stick by your side for now, you wrapped your own arm around his and followed along when he started walking. "I'm just nervous. Haven't been to an event like this before," you admitted. "Is it that obvious?"

He let out a laugh and shook his head. "Don't worry. Most of the people here only pay attention to themselves anyway."

That was true enough, you guessed. Barely anyone had even glanced your way. You took a long sip from your glass as you let him guide you through the crowd. "Where are you taking me, by the way? I don't know if I can stand being that too from the bar."

"Well, I'm guessing you are looking for Theo," he chuckled, sidestepping an older man who was excitedly waving around his hands as he was talking. "I was going to take you to him."

"Thanks for helping me out," you told him as he led you towards one of the standing tables in the middle of the large tent, some of the tension leaving your body when you spotted the back of Theo's fluffy brown hair.

"Anytime, darling," he grinned, letting go of your arm and instead resting his warm hand on the small of your back. Lorenzo easily slid himself into the small group surrounding the table, pulling you with him. You ended up standing right next to Theo, who's eyes were fixed on his phone.

"Mind if we join you?" Lorenzo asked the woman standing on Theo's other side.

"Of course not," she replied with a polite smile. The change of topic caught Theo's attention, a grin taking over his face as he glanced up from his phone to find you already looking at him.

He leaned down, speaking in a low voice. "There you are. I was wondering if you weren't going to show up after all."

"Sorry, I might have gotten a little lost in the bar area. But Lorenzo was nice enough to bring me to you," you said, matching his volume.

A frown briefly appeared on his lips before he looked away and focused on the rest of the drink in front of him. You were about to ask him what was wrong when someone cleared their throat, catching your attention.

The woman was now smiling at you, eyes crinkling as she mustered your face. "You must be y/n? My kids haven't been able to stop talking about you. I'm so happy you could make it tonight!"

So this had to be Theo's mother. She was wearing an elegant emerald green dress, her dark hair pulled into an expressive looking updo. When she spoke, she sounded british. The faint accent was almost completely hidden but you had managed to pick up on it.

"Y/n y/l/n," you introduced yourself to the table, stretching out your hand towards Mrs. Nott. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

She beamed and offered you her own hand in greeting. Her firm grip sent a rush of warmth up your spine and you felt a flush appear on your cheeks. This was even more nerve-wrecking than you had anticipated. You wanted her first impression of you to be flawless. But why was it suddenly so important what Theo's parents thought of you?

Mrs. Nott introduced the other two women at the table as her friends, and they all started interrogating you about school and where you were from. You tried answering each question politely without going into too much detail. These people were filthy rich and you would rather not tell them that your family was basically dirt poor.

Lorenzo soon excused himself to get another drink but he never came back to the table. His hand at your back was replaced by Theo’s large one and you calmed down a little when he started drawing slow patterns over the fabric of your dress. You could see the muscles in his arms flex underneath his dress shirt and the smell of alcohol wafted in your direction everytime he turned to say something to you.

It made you gulp down the last of your cocktail, noticing that even he, who had experience with these sorts of events, had been indulging in a good amount of beverages. It made you less nervous about drinking yourself. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to get another drink as well, Theo's mother brightened up once again.

"There you are! Y/n this is Theodore, my husband," she told you and pulled a tall man with sparse dark hair up to the table. "This is the girl Emmy has been going on and on about. The one with the band?"

Mr. Nott reached out to shake your hand as well, his grip even tighter than his wife's. He looked amused by the shy expression on your face. You couldn't quite place the look though, it wasn't the smug or disapproving kind of amused but it wasn't exactly friendly either. As Theo's mother continued talking about how you were hoping to become a songwriter after graduation, he finished his glass before interrupting her.

"I've actually seen some of your videos and I have to say I'm impressed. Who did you record those with?" he asked, leaning forward and locking his gaze onto yours.

"We've just started recording them in my bandmate's garage. So far we've been doing everything ourselves and we're still figuring things out," you explained with a grimace, wishing you had something more professional sounding to say.

"Well, what I have seen looks really good," he offered with a smile. From what Theo had been telling you about his father, you really had not expected him to be this kind to you.

"Yeah, the videos have really helped getting our music out there. Theo made them, actually, did you know?" you questioned, nudging your friend with your elbow. Theo had a stoney expression on his face, clearly uncomfortable now that his father was here.

His dad shook his head. "No, I didn't know that." Mr. Nott shot his son a look you could not decipher and Theo stood up straighter, his hand on your back stopping its movement. "Is that why your focus hasn't been on school? Do we need to have another talk about your priorities, son?"

"My grades have been improving, actually. Not that you would know about that," Theo grumbled, refusing to meet his father’s eyes.

The sound of Mr. Nott's glass hitting the table as he set it down carelessly almost made you jump and you regretted bringing Theo into the conversation instantly. You had been hoping that his father would be impressed but that was clearly not the case.

"You should not waste your time on childish things like your silly little movies, Theodore. I thought we agreed on that. Even if you had any talent it would take a miracle for you to make a career out of it. Don't throw away what your mother and I have set up for you and finally grow up."

Mrs. Nott was gripping her husband’s arm tightly now, visibly upset by the way the conversation was going, avoiding the looks her friends were sending her. She obviously was trying to calm him down and from the sharp glances they exchanged you knew she was probably already looking for an exit strategy for herself.

“Yeah, I think I’m done talking about this.” Theo reached down to give your hand a squeeze, before turning on his heel and walking towards the tent exit. His mother sent you an apologetic glance before excusing herself, her friends quickly following behind her and you found yourself wishing Lorenzo had not left.

Mr. Nott was apparently unaware of the tension now surrounding the both of you, picking up his empty glass to take another sip, only realising there was no more whiskey in it when he had already lifted it to his lips.

He sighed, only then noticing you were still here, mentioning to your own empty glass. “Care to join me for another drink? I would love to talk more about your music.”

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