#common green bottle fly

[ichbineinkriechend]

um. Goldfliegen 😇

[ID: Two pictures of common green bottle flies. In the first picture one fly is sitting on a white flower, it's shimmering in a red color. In the second picture there's two flies on a yellow flower, they look more green than red.]

#another case of 'common' smh. special little green bottle fly you mean! #also. love their german name! Goldfliege! They're shimmering so prettily ofc they deserve to be named after gold!! #bugs #flies #Common green bottle fly

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

The term 'medicinal maggot' might seem like an oxymoron, but doctors around the world have been putting fly larvae to good use for thousands of years! Maggots, especially those from the carrion fly Lucilia sericata, consume dead flesh and can be used to clean ulcers, diabetic foot wounds, or necrotic tissue with more precision than a surgical operation, and the enzymes they excrete can destroy a variety of pathogenic bacteria.

(Image: A carrion fly, or common green bottle fly (Lucilia sericata) by Kim Hosen)

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#blow flies #carrion flies #Diptera #Calliphoridae #flies #insects #arthropods #uncharismatic facts

[royboyfanpage]

Snowbirds Don’t Fly- Drugs TW (Obviously)

Recently, I created this post about Snowbirds Don’t Fly being told from Roy’s perspective in the Green Arrow 80th anniversary special, and I thought I’d make a separate post with some specific panels from the original Snowbirds. I’m well aware that a lot of people haven’t read the full comic and may only know this-

-infamous slap panel, I myself only read the original 1971 comic recently. So, here’s some other panels from the comic.

For starters, when Ollie finds Roy amongst drug users, his immediate reaction is “oh, Speedy must be undercover!” This could be interpreted one of two ways- trust, or denial. Either one makes his reaction to finding out Roy’s addiction understandable*, since if it’s a reaction based on trust then Roy’s essentially betrayed that trust or, more likely, if it’s a reaction based on denial then finding Roy shooting up is an immediate shattering of the illusion. While this comic obviously focuses on drug use, it’s also common for tons of different issues, be it mental health, sexuality, whatever. Parents like to live in denial about their kids’ issues and, particularly in the 1970s when the idea of ‘gentle parenting’ was a rarity at best, when that illusion is broken it can cause parents to lash out when faced with evidence of what they’re denying. Even if you don’t personally see Ollie and Roy’s relationship as father/son, that is very clearly the dynamic portrayed in this comic.

*note the wording; understandable, not justifiable. Are Ollie’s actions justified? No. Are they understandable based on the circumstances and time period? Yes.

I’m putting these two panels together because I think they fit well. A common misinterpretation I see for the circumstances leading up to Roy’s heroin addiction is that Ollie was neglecting him. However, it’s stated in the comic that Ollie’s not seen him in one month, and while Roy’s age isn’t specifically stated, he’s an adult at this point (I don’t have any sources for it, but I believe he was living on his own at this point). A parent not seeing their adult child for one month isn’t neglect. In Ollie’s eyes, he hasn’t done anything wrong. The aspect of neglect comes from Roy. I’ve talked about Roy’s fear of abandonment in my pinned post, so check that out for more. Roy has a need to be surrounded by the people he cares about- he’s very rarely a solo hero, and is the most vocal objector whenever the Titans disband. So what Ollie would have seen as giving Roy space and letting his now-adult son have his independence, Roy saw it as a sign that he was no longer wanted. Is this either of their faults? No. And not to keep bringing up the 70s again, but it was the 70s. Would a young-adult superhero tell his father/mentor that he was scared of being alone? Absolutely not, that would have been seen as emasculating, so he bottled it up meaning Ollie had absolutely no clue as to what Roy was feeling whenever he’d leave.

And then this is the page following the slap panel, which essentially sums up my point in my last snowbirds post. Ollie’s immediate reaction after “kicking Roy out” (another thing I commonly see Ollie haters using- again, Roy lived on his own at this point) is blaming himself, the fear of having failed Roy, and then the stifling of that blame, justifying it to himself mentally. Honestly I think this panel is more significant in art than dialogue in a lot of ways- the way Ollie turns his head away when Roy’s talking to him, he knows he’s in the wrong, but admitting he’s wrong would go against the “father knows best” ideology of that time. And then in the third panel, the conflicting emotions is visible in his eyes. He doesn’t know what to think, the illusion is broken, and he can’t ignore Roy’s issues any longer.

And then there’s Hal, the narrative foil to Ollie in this comic. Unlike Ollie, Hal doesn’t have that illusion, at least not as strongly as Ollie does, since he’s always played the role of a supportive uncle figure, but never a father. He’s able to recognise that Roy was speaking from experience, or at least had a hunch, and actively sought out Roy afterwards. However, he also doesn’t have a saviour complex. He knows that he personally doesn’t have the skillset necessary to help Roy, so he brings him to someone who does, recognising that its more important that Roy gets the help he needs rather than Hal stepping in and doing it himself in typical “hero” fashion.

This panel doesn’t tie into my overarching argument, but I just wanted to take a moment to criticise Roy’s recovery story in the New 52. The idea that Roy was suicidal before Killer Croc (???) dragged him to rehab/AA, and would not have gotten better without being forced, is a major disservice to Roy’s character (then again, what in RHaTO isn’t?) Roy made the decision to get clean himself, and you can feel his resolve even despite him clearly not being in his right state of mind. Roy Harper got clean because he accepted help, and because he himself made that choice. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

And then, of course, there’s the most significant person in Roy’s recovery; Dinah. Keep in mind Dinah and Roy barely even knew each other at this point, I’m pretty sure in Arsenal #1 it’s shown she didn’t even know his name was Roy until Snowbirds (though there may be other sources that contradict this). Dinah was 100% Roy’s biggest supporter in his recovery- she took him in when he was at his lowest, and as a result they developed such a strong bond and relationship. While I disagree with the concept of Dinah as the ‘Arrowmum’, mostly because A) she didn’t even know Roy until he was already in adulthood and B) it’s a gross oversimplification and diminishment of her character, there are undeniable aspects of their relationship which are mother/son-coded, and I believe she has referred to Roy as “my boy” in later comics, though again I don’t have sources to back this up. Either way, Dinah and Roy’s relationship started with Roy’s lowest and has continued as mutual care and respect and I love them a lot.

And finally, the ending page. Ollie *listens* to Roy at the end of Snowbirds. Now that the illusion’s already lifted, that there aren’t lies and rose tinted glasses separating them, Ollie’s able to actually listen to what Roy’s saying without immediately shrugging it off because it conflicts with his own perception. And he feels *proud* of Roy, proud of his recovery, and proud of his beliefs. If Ollie were truly the neglectful, abusive guy some fans paint him out to be, he wouldn’t be proud. Hell, he wouldn’t even be there. Keep in mind this final scene takes place at the funeral of one of Roy’s addict friends who overdosed earlier in the issue, a funeral Ollie attended.

Snowbirds Don’t Fly was written to show the audience addiction through someone they’re familiar with- Green Arrow’s sidekick, Speedy, someone we know is a hero and one of the good guys. It’s made to contradict the belief that addiction is a moral failing, that anyone could develop an addiction under certain circumstances. And what it shows the readers, it also shows Ollie. Ollie sees someone he cares about going through addiction, and it causes him to reevaluate his own biases and beliefs.

In conclusion, while the slap was definitely not justified, it was also not the part of the comic readers should focus on. The story of Snowbirds Don’t Fly, at least for Ollie, is one of a hero being forced to face one of his own beliefs, to struggle to reconcile said beliefs with new information, and eventually to change his beliefs as a result of new experiences. It’s called character growth, and that’s what Snowbird’s about. So stop calling Oliver Queen an abuser.

#tw drugs #roy harper #arsenal #red arrow #speedy #dc comics #green arrow #oliver queen #snowbirds don't fly #dinah lance #black canary #hal jordan #green lantern

[anama-cara]

fight club (dark!joel miller x f!reader; dead dove do not eat)

Summary: Post outbreak set in the Boston QZ. You decide to go against Joel in an underground QZ fight club for some extra coin. Joel doesn't take kindly to the competition and decides to punish you in his own special way. Word count: 3.6k

Warnings/tags: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. 18+ minors dni. Unprotected PIV, fingering (f receiving), slapping, choking, hair pulling, violence, blood, degradation, curse word, age gap, dark content, noncon, dubcon.   

a/n: This is the darkest one I’ve written so far so let me know what you think. Author is 18+ Written for #deaddovedecember2023 hosted by @romana-after-dark

You’ve had your fair share of blunders and brushes with death, but this has got to be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. But you’re desperate. Really freaking desperate. And desperate people throw out all caution and logic and good old fashioned common sense. So here you are, sweaty hair plastered to your forehead, heart racing, knuckles bloody. And you’re about to make another terrible mistake.

You’ve been in the Boston QZ for about 2 years now and every side hustle and grift you’ve tried has ultimately failed. One of your fellow con artists mentioned some back-alley action, an illegal underground fight club. So you follow his direction to the hideout, through an alley to the back of an abandoned building and down the stairs to the basement. You think the place must have been used for storage before, its mostly unfinished. It’s a large square room with low ceilings. All the furniture has been pushed to the sides of the room, leaving the center open. There’s a mob of people shouting and cheering, mostly large men but you spot a couple of females too. You recognize a few faces amongst the crowd as smugglers you’ve previously dealt with. There are a few lamps in the corners of the room but it’s still dimly lit. There’s a poker table pushed up against the wall, bottles of alcohol, and a caged rooster in the back. You guess this place does everything – speakeasy, gambling, cock fighting, and the ring.

There’s smoke in the air that burns your eyes and when you walk little clouds of dust follow in your footsteps. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and cigarettes engulfs your senses. The place is packed and noisy with swearing and shouting. You push through a throng of people to get to the bookie sitting on a high stool in the corner. She’s wearing a red and black flannel with black jeans and combat boots. She nods to you as you approach.

“Never seen you here, but if you’re here that means one of us trusted you enough let you in. Welcome. So, what can I do for you? Who ya bettin’ on?” She nods to the ring.

Ring is a generous term. Really it’s a cleared away area in the center of the room with a white circle on the floor drawn in chalk. There are two burly men inside fighting it out, fists flailing and blood flying. You notice that one has several teeth missing and cauliflower ear. He seems to be winning.

You turn back to her. “I’m not betting, I’m here to fight.”

She pauses to read your face and once she sees you’re serious she chuckles. She looks you up and down, taking in your skinny arms and round unscarred face. She holds out her hand. “The name’s Tess.”

You take her hand with a firm grip.

“Alright girl, you’re in. But I hope you know what you’re doing.” She gives you all the rules. Basically, you win if your opponent steps out of the ring or they don’t get up after a 10 second count. “I’ll be rootin’ for ya.” She says as you turn to leave. She sounds sincere.

You’re already starting to feel sick. Your stomach is turning, you’re so nauseous and the loud noises and metallic smell of blood isn’t helping. You go to a corner room, as far away as possible, and sit on a flipped over crate to wait. You’re wearing a loose t-shirt with your green cargo jacket overtop, black leggings, and your combat boots. You watch your swinging feet, trying to calm your nerves and not think about the sound of crunching bone you just heard. You wonder whose nose was just broken, Big Guy or Toothless.

As you’re sitting, zoning out, you feel someone walk up beside you. Your head snaps up.

“Hi there.”

Now this is a face you definitely don’t know. You’d remember him. He’s probably in his late 40’s, tall and broad shouldered with patchy facial hair, a strong nose and jaw line, and a pinched brow that makes it look like he’s permanently scowling. But there’s something in his dark brown eyes that catches your attention. It’s alluring and yet it makes you very uneasy. There’s a danger hidden there. He sits on the crate next to you with a sigh. He’s wearing jeans and a tight grey t-shirt that shows off his sculped chest and hugs his tanned biceps. That catches your attention too. You watch his muscles flex as he lowers himself onto the crate. Maybe you’re staring too long. He kicks you crate with a heavy boot.

“Hello?”

Even his voice is entrancing, gruff, dark, masculine, with a thick Texan accent. You blink and clear your throat. “Hi.” You say flatly. You try to appear confident and nonchalant, like you’re bored with this whole thing. Like you’re not scared shitless right now. You’re trying to convince yourself just as much as him.

“You come here often?” He asks and you can’t help but smile at the lame joke. His eyes move to your lips as you smile and his own form a wicked grin. It scares you. Your mouth falls back.

“Um no, this is my first time here. My first match in the ring.”

“You’re fighting?” He sounds equally surprised and impressed. His eyes light up and that predatory grin appears on his face again. “Little thing like you… going up against these grown men. You must be one tough little girl.”

You shift your weight, his words making you uncomfortable.

He quietly adds, “How I like ‘em. A fighter.”

Before you get a chance to respond there’s a roar of the crowd and you watch as they drag a body from the ring and prop him against the wall. You hope he’s just unconscious. You turn back to the stranger but he’s gone. The crowd quiets and you hear Tess call out, “Next round is against my partner Joel. Y’all know Joel. Any takers?”

You get to your feet. The crowd is too thick to see the opponent in the ring. But you don’t even care to see what he looks like first, no point sizing him up. You know all these fighters will be bigger and stronger than you. You have to do it now before you lose the small amount of courage you have left. You can’t sit still any longer.

“Here.” You call out. As you walk to the ring you tell yourself over and over again that they may have more muscle, but you rely on your speed and your skill.

You push through the circle of onlookers, most don’t even seem to notice you or bother to move out of the way. You’re too short to see over their heads so you raise your hand in the air and repeat, “here!” Finally they part. Faces look down at you as you pass and you can read the looks of disbelief and amusement in their eyes. You step over the line of chalk and face Tess. “I challenge,” you say in your most confident voice. Tess looks uncertain, even worried for you. Her throat bobs and she looks like she might say something, but instead she just nods. You turn to face your opponent. Oh shit, it’s the stranger. Joel. You know his name now. He’s giving you that horrible predatory grin again as he looks you up and down shamelessly. He’s so cocky it boils your blood.

“Well look who it is, Newbie.”

You snarl in response but he just laughs at you.

“Begin,” Tess announces.

You start circling each other, moving clockwise as you study each other’s movements, looking for the right time to pounce. You kick up dust as you slide your feet. Your boot catches on something sticky, dried blood. You push the thought from your mind, concentrating on watching Joel. You observe his muscles flexing, his balance, the length of his strides and his footwork. You can tell he’s strong, but he’s slower. You’ll use that to your advantage. During these brief moments of sizing each other up you’ve kept your own strengths hidden. You copied his pace, circling him just as slowly with deliberately timed steps. You want your real fighting style to remain a surprise. You want this fight over quickly, a few strong punches from him and you’d be lights out. You know you can’t overpower him and keep him down for a 10 count, so the only way is to trick him into stepping over the white line.

The crowd is getting impatient, their jeering getting louder and more vulgar as they scream at him to pummel you. With no warning, no tell, he lunges at you and lands a right hook into your jaw, rattling your brain. You dodge his incoming blow, ducking under his arm and side stepping past him. So maybe he’s not so slow after all, that’s okay, you’ll just be faster. Your jaw is aching and you taste blood in your mouth. You spit on the floor and Joel smiles. Just one punch and you’re already dizzy. He closes the gap in one step, towering above you with a vicious gleam in his eye. He does a jab cross combo and you manage to block both. As he’s pulling his fist back you land a hook right into his ribs lightning fast, then quickly pull your punch back and step back into your fighting stance with your guard raised. He looks a little surprised. You actually snuck a blow in. The crowd cheers and his surprise turns to anger. It chills your blood and weakens your knees but you stand your ground. Furious, he attacks you in a brutal volley, jab, cross, hook, elbow. He’s pummeling you with hit after hit and you’re moving swiftly, weaving under his fists as you step backwards, leading him closer to the edge of the ring. Your heel touches the chalk. He throws a powerful cross but he’s late on the recoil so you grab his wrist, leaning into his momentum and pulling his arm, swinging him to the right. He takes a single step to correct his balance. A single step that’s out of the circle.

You drop his wrist as the crowd erupts in shouts of approval at the surprise and swearing as bets are lost. You turn on your heel, not even bothering to look at Joel as you march up to Tess.

“Well color me impressed. If you come back again you could probably make a lot more ration cards. Everyone likes an underdog ya know.” Spectators flock to her, passing up cigarettes, pills, bullets, and food, you even spot a piece of gum. After a minute of tallying she hands you a stack of ration cards. You stuff them in your jacket pocket and nod farewell. This should tide you over for a while, at least until you find another smuggling job. Tess seems okay but you hope you never have to come back here.

You rush out of the hideout and exit into the alleyway where you lean up against the wall and breathe in deeply, relishing the fresh cool night air. You close your eyes for a moment and relax your head back against the cool concrete, letting your body calm down after all the adrenaline.

A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing and cutting off your air. Gasping, your eyes flutter open and you stare wildly at the man in front of you. Joel. His face is flushed and his eyes are black. You choke out, “J-Joel, what-“ but he squeezes even tighter and your plea dies.

“Shut up bitch,” he snaps. Oh you made a big mistake. Now you understand what kind of man Joel is. You humiliated him when you won. You took his power. And he wants it back.

“How dare you trick me like that.”

You’re desperately shaking your head, unable to speak. He slams your head back into the wall. You feel your scalp scrap against the concrete and blood seep into your hair.

“You think you’re better than me, is that it? Huh?” With his other hand he grabs a fistful of your hair. “Huh? Answer me!” he shouts.

You shake your head desperately. He feels the blood on the back of your head now and slides his hand from your hair. Holding it up, he angles his hand to better see in the light from the streetlamp, admiring the sight of your blood on his fingertips. His other fingers are still pushing into your throat, bruising the skin underneath. You have to get out of here. Not knowing what else to do you kick him in the groin, hoping he’ll drop you or at least loosen his grip. It works and you wrench free. You run one, two steps before he catches you and slams you into the wall. You squeal. His hands pin your wrists against the cold wall by your sides and his body is pressed into yours, squishing you against the wall so tightly you can’t move. His chest is heaving and his breath is in your face as he looks down at you.

“Joel please,” you plead desperately.

“Oh now you have manners.” He scoffs. “Too late little girl,” he says darkly. You whine in desperation and his lethal gaze shift to one of greed. “Oh honey you’re giving me a new idea for how to punish you.” He smiles and you watch as lust clouds his gaze. You feel his cock twitch against your middle. Your eyes widen in terror and you gulp. His predator gaze deepens as he clocks your fear. He feeds off of it. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head with one large hand.

“Gotta show you some respect little girl. Put ya in your place.” He leans his hips into you, pushing you deeper into the hard wall as he grinds into you. With no warning he slaps you across your face. It stings as you feel tears forming in your eyes.

“That’s better. Cry for me girly. Think you can beat me, no, I’ll show who’s in control here.” His other hand other slips beneath the hem of your t-shirt and reaches up to grab at your breast. He gropes you roughly, his cold callous fingers kneading into you. He flicks your nipple and you cringe at the pain, but harden under his touch as he rubs it between his finger and thumb. He groans and his hips grind into you again, rutting up against you and pushing you roughly. You feel your skin grating against the rough concrete behind you. He kisses you sloppily, greedily making out with your unresponsive mouth as you try to turn away. He drops his hand from your breast and slides his hand around your neck again.

“I’m gonna let go and yer' gonna take off your pants. Got that little girl?” You spit in his face. He laughs like a mad man. “You’re a fighter. I said I liked ‘em feisty. You remembered, huh girly?”

Then he abruptly stops and he squeezes so tightly you see black spots. “But right now I need you to behave.” You nod vigorously.

“Good girl.” He releases his tight grip and drops your hands. You undo your pants and push them down with your underwear and are about to step out of them when he stops you. “Leave it.” It restricts your movement more, you can’t run.

 “That’s it, good job girly. Now me.” He commands. You undo his belt with shaking fingers and tug his zipper down. You tentatively pause and he smacks your hip. “I didn’t stay stop,” he growls. You tug his pants and boxers down to his thighs and his cock springs free. He’s so big and angry looking that you start to cry.

“Fuckin’ weak.” He wraps a hand around the base of his cock and strokes himself slowly as you watch. The thumbs the tip of his cock where a bead of precum is leaking out. He raises he fingers to your mouth and slides his thumb over your lower lip roughly before pushing it inside your mouth.

 “No biting.” His thumb glides over your teeth and he pushes further. Your tongue flicks against him instinctively and his cock twitches. “You like this girly? You a little slut?” With his thumb deep in your mouth you’re unable to answer but your eyes glare at him. He just smirks. He taps your jaw with his other fingers then brings them to your lips as you open your mouth wider. You suck on his fingers, saliva gathering on them. When he's satisfied, he pulls them out with a lewd wet noise. He pets your check once with the back of his hand. You feel the scratch of the dried blood as his split knucks skim across your face.

He reaches down between you and slides two fingers into you without hesitation. The stretch burns and your muscles clench in surprise. “Fuck, so tight.” He slides his fingers in and out, punishing your hole as you try to adjust. “We gotta stretch you out a bit if you’re gonna fit this big cock.” He pushes another finger in and you scream. He glares at you and silences your scream with his mouth. He bites your lower lip as he fucks you with his fingers. You taste blood as he pulls way.

After a few more thrusts he feels your body adjust and your slick starts to seep onto his hand. He laughs, “Not such a tough girl now huh?” Your face reddens in embarrassment as your body betrays you.

He slides his fingers out and slaps your wet pussy. “Just a little slut. Knew you wanted this cock.” He pushes his fingers through your folds, playing with you and gathering your slick. He slides his fist down his cock, spreading the wetness.

 “Wanna see you cry on this cock.” With his fist wrapped around the base he guides himself and notches at your entrance then pushes all the way inside you, filling you up and splitting you open. You gasp at the stretch and struggle against him. He clicks his tongue. “None of that, stay still,” he grunts as he pulls out to the tip then slams back in to you. “Gotta take your punishment,” another hard dominating thrust.  

“Gonna ruin your little pussy.” He’s hitting something deep inside you with each painstakingly hard thrust. You feel your body responding, heat pooling and your walls flutter around him. He pulls out halfway and pushes back in, setting a new shallow pace as he fucks you against the wall. It’s faster and more desperate. You see sweat forming on his brow. You think you could probably get out of his grip right now if you tried, he’s distracted and out of breath already. But for some reason you don’t. You stay still as he brutally rails you, your back arching against the wall causing you’re your shoulder blades to sting as the scrape the wall.

The sounds of skin slapping slick skin and groaning fill the narrow alley. The street light flickers and for the first time it dawns on you that anyone could walk by and see you. You shiver and try to push against Joel’s hold but he growls at you through gritted teeth. “I said stay still.”

He’s close, you can see it on his scrunched-up face, so you relax and decide to just let him finish. Your body is marked with purple fingerprints and red marks where he slapped you. The blood in your hair has dried. Maybe it was stupid to fight him, you think as he continues to pound you. He feels good inside you, you can’t deny that. You close your eyes and focus on that feeling now, your hips moving to grind into him. It building and building and you can’t stop it as you come on his cock with a cry. Your walls squeeze his cock and it’s enough to send him spilling into you. His muscles twitch and he presses his entire body up against you, flattening you with his full weight as he comes inside you with a groan. You feel the warm gush of his cum inside you as it spreads and fills you. He sighs and slides out with a lewd squelching sound.

“Hmmmm, hope you learned your lesson little girl.”

Your legs are shaking, cum trickling down your thighs. He steps back and releases his hold on your wrists. You slide down the wall and sit crumpled on the cold ground. He drags his cock against your check once before stuffing it back into his pants and fixing his belt. He smirks down at you, proud of his work. “See ya around,” he says before stalking off, leaving you sitting alone in the dirty alley, pants still around your ankles.

You look down and watch his seed seeping out of you. You gulp, feeling your sore throat ache from his chokehold. You swipe your fingers over your cheek, wiping away your tears cooling against the night air. Your fingers brush against your bloodied swollen lips from his crushing kiss and drift to your sides where you see red prints marking your skin. Your fingers slide lower and find the wetness on your thighs. Without thinking you draw your fingers up to your mouth and suck, tasting him. Hand in your mouth you snap back to reality and glance down the alley to make sure no one is looking. You scrambling up, hand against the wall in support. You hurriedly pull up your pants and rush out of the alley in humiliation.

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[kryptonitejelly]

Everyone say thank you Joe Jonas 😂

But my god does this give me absolute fly!boy Jake feels!

thank you joe jonas for giving us something which is NOT orange. i just had to finish this today because we are all in need of something cute and fluffy 😵‍💫 (well i am..)

context: Flyboy (but readable without)

“Uncle Jake is hurting my sheep,” you hear a little wail from the small being that comes hurtling herself straight into your legs the moment you open the door to the pitter patter of tiny knocks.

“We can’t have that now can we?” You gasp, bend, swinging the little girl up with a practiced ease that had come from being around Jake’s nephew and nieces, something that had been a common occurrence through the years you had known him, but which had become even more prevalent since you had gotten engaged, and subsequently married, “where is Uncle Jake?”

She snuggles up to you, throwing an around behind your neck as she points her other hand down the hallway towards one of the rooms which served as a makeshift playroom each time Grandma Doris had any of her great grandchildren over.

“There?“ You ask.

“There,” she nods firmly, and you begin treading towards the end of the hall.

You reach the open door, exchanging a silent look with the little girl in your arms before you enter, stifling a chuckle at the look of determination knitted in her brows.

“He’s sitting on my sheep,” she cries out as you both step into the room to find Jake straddling the inanimate sheep in question, a sort of children’s stool, really, while taking a swig out of the bottle of water in his hands, “make him get stop” she pleads with you, eyes wide.

You catch Jake’s eye and catch the glimmer of amusement dancing in the sea of green.

You put your lips beside his niece’s ear, whispering in a hushed tone. It makes Jake raise a brow, slightly suspicious, as she nods seriously. You set her on the ground and she walks over to Jake, crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest as she tilts her head defiantly upwards at Jake.

“Uncle Jake, if you don’t get off my sheep, you are sleeping in your own room tonight.”

“You would not,” he looks at you immediately while lowering and capping the bottle of water.

“You heard the kid,” you say with a light shrug.

“Yeah, you heard me Uncle Jake,” his niece sticks her chin out, knowing she has the upper hand.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” he says, almost sulkily, to which you roll your eyes. You don’t however, get to respond as the little girl in front of you responds on your behalf.

“No, my side Uncle Jake,” she sticks out her tongue, before adding for good measure, “I’m the favourite.”

It does the trick, Jake swings a leg easily over, coming to a stand. He picks his niece up in a single swoop, placing her back onto the sheep, before reaching out towards you and tugging you close to him. Jake’s hands squeeze your hips as the front of your body presses against his. You rest your palms flat on his chest as you pull your head back slightly to look at him.

“I’m your favourite,” he insists, looking back at you.

“Are you?” You pretend to think about it, while peeking over his shoulder toward his niece who is now happily sitting atop her reclaimed sheep, stroking the fabric on its body, oblivious to you both.

“I am,” he reiterates, to which you chuckle, while sliding a hand along the lapels of his jacket.

“We’ll see about that,” you say and Jake squeezes your hips again in protest.

“I’ll always be your favourite,” he says, leaning in close so that the tip of his nose nudges against yours.

“Are you really competing with a child?” You ask, sliding a hand up his shoulder and along the back of his neck to fiddle with the ends of his hair; he had taken some time off work, taking the chance to let his hair grow out for a change.

“Yes,” Jake says matter of factly and it makes you laugh.

“Will you compete with your own children in the future?”

“No competition,” Jake snorts, his hands moving upwards to come to press against the small of your back, “I’ll always be your favourite.”

“I’m not sure why I married you,” you hum, clearly joking, tilting your face slightly closer to Jake’s and it earns you a grin which you feel on your lips as he closes what little distance is left in a kiss.

“I wonder why,” he hums between a kiss, as a shout explodes from behind Jake.

“GRANDMA GRACE, UNCLE JAKE IS MAKING KISSY FACES IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN.”

The yell accompanies a shuffle of clothing and a thump as his niece clamours off the sheep, landing on the floor before bolting out of the room calling for Grace Seresin.

It makes you burst into a fit laugh, tearing your lips away from Jake, your head ducking, forehead resting on on his shoulder as your shoulders shake with humour. It makes Jake smile, widely, as he wraps arounds around your body, before planting a kiss on the top of your hair.

“Should have just kissed you from the start.”

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[fandonnavyce]

Jason In Wonderland - Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

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Jason asked once again why a King in this Supernatural Dimension would have any interest in him. But the couple only gave cryptic answers before speeding away on their motorcycle. The two giggling, "You're his type", was the straightest answer he got before the couple disappeared out of view.

“OK so it doesn’t matter which way I go; it’s only a short Hunt away,” Jason tried to psych himself up. His eyes roved the unnatural expanse before him. Jason decided to pick the direction which could only be labelled as Away.

He kicked his feet and felt his body push forward.

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Jason had been a little too busy screaming in agony and then being stuck in maddening conversation. But (as he felt his body bob along merrily) Jason realised something.

He was flying!

There was nothing solid beneath his feet; nothing was supporting him. Gravity had no hold on him. He was floating in a green-tinted void!

Holding his arms in an aeroplane pose, Jason allowed his body to tilt. And he started flying in his leaned direction. Giddily, Jason did loop-de-loops. Because he was flying! Jason did a few laps, picking up speed, getting faster and faster, circling and tumbling everywhere. Spiralling high at accelerating speed, before nose-diving below headfirst, burrowing into neverending depths. Then freezing in place. At the instant of a thought.

A massive grin was on Jason's face as he laughed in delight. How did Kyrptonians bear not just flying all the goddamn time?

...

Skulker’s Island really was unmissable.

Jason spotted the floating island with its landmark Skull and soared over. He made sure to climb high and ascended over the island. With his bird-eye’s view of the Island, like an optical illusion or a trick of the light, he could now see the Revolving River of Doors. An uncountable number of purple doors of abstract design floating in corkscrew spirals, drifting in orbiting revolutions. A swirling river of doors as far as he could see. Jason tried to spot which door might be the one to Gotham from a distance. But all the doors looked as spooky and avant garde as each other from here. He decided to get closer.

Jason hemmed and hawed in front of a purple door. Out of all the purple doors it surely did match the description, ‘A Purple Travesty to Gothic Art Deco’. However, there was one little problem. It was far too small. It was the size of a mouse hole.

Jason crouched down and patted his finger tip against it in an imitation of a door knock. The door warmed at his touch, pulsing in mirrored response. Jason blinked in wonder. “Huh. Ok. Excuse me, sorry, is this the door to Gotham? I would like to go through.”

The tiny door warmed again but this time with the whirring of a buffering electronic. Then it materialised a black bubble. Which burst and Jason reflexively caught what was inside into the open palm of his hand. It was a thimble-sized bottle. A whiskey decanter with a fancy crystallised stopper with a black ribbon wrapped around its neck which read in cursive silver,

“DRINK ME”.

But Jason wasn’t an idiot. He was a born and bred Gothamite. Uncorking the bottle he lightly sniffed it. It didn’t smell of Joker Venom, any of Scarecrow’s fear toxins, Poison Ivy’s preferred pheromones, or any of the less specialised and more common drugs and poison.

Cautiously, Jason dabbed a drop onto his fingertip and licked. It tasted like one of Alfred’s hot chocolates, thick, sweet, and creamy. In unthinking delight, Jason gulped the rest down.

As he savoured the aftertaste, Jason felt pins and needles crawl all up and down his arms and legs. Then between one blink and the next, the door was the perfect size. Jason lifted his hand onto the adorned black brass door handle and swung the door open. Arrogantly rolling with shadowy furls, thick smog languidly spilled out into his face. Jason smirked. ‘Good ol’ Gotham,’ Jason thought to himself.

For the second time that day he stepped across dimensions.

Unfortunately, it became real apparent that Jason had not returned to Gotham City, Earth.

Jason Todd sorely wished that he’d been more specific when asking for directions. For he had landed in Gotham. But it was even more obvious that he had arrived in Gotham, the Supernatural Otherworld Edition. (The sky was still a void of swirling haunting preternatural green. But there was a misty haze to everything, a blur that went beyond Gotham’s smog.) Or at least an Impressionist version of them. It was like the defined lines of reality were brushing up against each other and smudging; the glances leaving each other more indistinct with each faint touch.

Jason walked down semi-familiar busy streets amid Gothamites who were the shades of people and echoes of walking crowds; indistinct and blurry; a constructed memory re-enacted. Jason eyed up and down the front window of Tony’s. One of his favourite pizza joints, who’s owner was one of Red Hood’s. Unlike its neighbouring buildings, Tony’s was brought into sharp relief.

“Curiouser and curiouser.”

“̷̼͗My̸̜̍ ̷͎̈b̴̬͋el̷̻̉ov̸͇̌e̵͚̓ḓ̷̓ ̶͇͒Re̶̫͗d̵̬͌ ̸̩͝Kń̵̲i̷̘͌g̸ĥ̷̡t̴̮̓,̵͎̿ ̶͙̋wh̸̽a̶̼̍t̸͔̉ ̷̢̿ma̵͕͝ỳ̵̧ ̸͔̀ȳ̶͎o̶͉͠u ḇ̵̕e̴̖͊ ̵̝͒dǫ̴͘i̴n̴̠̄g̸̪͝ ̶̭́h̵̺́er̶̢̈́e̴̪̋?"(surprise, delight, wonder)

Jason spun around. His surroundings blurred out-of-focus and were swallowed up into indistinct smog. All of the reality’s focus was concentrated on the figure before him:

Lady Gotham.

There was no way else to describe them. Just like how the Statue of Liberty was Lady Liberty; this blood-headed figure begowned in the velvet black of a shadowy night’s bewitching mysteries; bedecked in the poor man’s sweat and tears turned oil-black svelte evening gloves, and adorned with the anguished screams trapped in resplendent pearls that hung like noose around her neck and dripped like spilled blood from her earrings.

Of course she was Gotham.

Jason bows. “Lady Gotham” he greets. “I seek your help. I’m not where I wish to be.”

Gotham laughs. It’s the screech of a night owl, the scrape of fork against a porcelain plate, the mirthless titter of a socialite. It puts Jason’s teeth on edge.

“Not all who wander are lost.” Gotham smiled. It was cruel. It was uncaring. It was welcoming. “A̵̍̑͜r̶̞̳͋e ̸͍͜͝ÿ̶̢̥́o̸u No̸̖̯̽t̴͘ Họ̸̅̅m̸̿ẻ̸̩͘?̷̅ M̴̢͙̜͇͓̂̑̉͝͝¥̶̖͙͖͇̳̃̿͑́͠ Sð̶͓͚̟̟͚͗̅̃̋̒ñ̸(Mine, mine, MINE)(My-Twice-Born)(My Red Knight)(My Beloved Bloody Butcherbird).”

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dead on main #jason todd #crossover danuary week 2024

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Draco finds out

He knew something was wrong the minute he saw Harry, something was off about him. Weasley and Granger had no clue as they were bickering over something. He cast a slight charm and had Harry's head turn slightly. He nodded to the staircase and Harry got up and went there. Once he reached there he grabbed his hand and he took him to the Gryffindor common room.

"Draco, I'm not- I can't," Draco stopped him. 

"I didn't bring you here to snog you Harry as much as I want to," He closed the door to theroom and cast a silencing charm. "Is this where you lot sleep, like a bunch of-” Harry shot him a look. “Well mannered people, er- remove your shirt let me see," 

"How did you-"

"I know the signs," Draco wanted to say that he had been in this position before. Except he hid it so well no one knew to ask, plus there were no visible marks. But Harry already knew

“Draco,” Harry said softly. 

“Harry, shirt.” Harry sighed and took off his robes. Then his shirt. Draco didn’t even need to ask him to turn; he could see the beginnings on his shoulders and a couple marks on his arms. They were still angry red. “Harry…who did this to you,” 

Harry chuckled, taking a seat on the bed. “The muggles I live with,”

“But they’re your mother’s- her sister, her brother in law, ho-”

“Draco, they hated my mother, they loathed my father, I can safely say compared to Snape, loved my dad and him were lovers,” Harry said as he  fiddled with his fingers.

”They only took me in out of obligation, they never really loved me, because my mother was a witch and my father a wizard. In Fact they make sure to tell me everyday, in every language.” His fingers shook as he spoke.

“They never used to hit me, just scream, yell, neglect me, either only make me eat breakfast cause i made it and then not eat again for the rest of the day or make me do work around the house, no actually it was both, be my cousin’s punching bag, his outlet.’

“When did they start hitting you,” Draco asks, although he was still trying to wrap his head on what Harry had just said. 

“When they found out I couldn’t use magic outside of Hogwarts, they got so angry I didn’t tell them that it set off the chain of events,” Harry hestrued to his back, “Which led to this, my uncle snapped.”

“Harry…” Draco stood behind him as he started casting healing charms all round. “Why don’t you tell someone you know the Minister of Freaking Magic for Merlin’s sake, he’ll hex them himself if you asked.”

“Dumbledore said I had to stay with them because of the magic that was keeping me safe,” Draco whipped his wand and a tiny bottle came flying out of his trunk. 

“Harry, I say this without my usual voice of sarcasm, screw Dumbledore, screw your relatives,” Harry hissed as Draco’s wand grazed a rather recent wound. “At least now I know who to add to my hitlist.”

“I’m sorry,” Harryneeded to apologise, he had to apologise.

“Harry don’t apologise you did nothing wrong, it’s your family that needs to apologise and then be thrown in Azkaban” Harry chuckled but he knew Draco was being serious. 

 “Then for behaving the way I did towards you, you’re friends.”

“Draco,”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry too,”

Draco paused, wrapping Harry’s back. “What ever on earth are you possibly sorry for?”

“For not taking your hand that day,” that day.

~When his father and mother had taken him to go get fitted for new robes. His father had left him  to go buy books and his mother dropped him off in the shop to get new robes. His mother started to look at wands in a nearby shop. He noticed a giant in the seat outside, he wanted to make a snide comment about how nothing in this shop might fit him when he heard chatter behind him.

“Hogwarts dear, got the lot here- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.'' Then he suddenly met the eye of a green eyed black haired boy, his eyes were very pretty. For some reason his mouth flew open and he knew the moment he’d opened his mouth to talk about the gameskeeper he’d screwed up royally.

“Sorry about insulting Hagrid, I was a little stuck up back then,” Harry snorted. 

“You still are but I like this stuck up, he’s a fancy kisser,” Draco rolled his eyes and shocked Harry with his wand. 

“I’m sincerely apologising, Harry,” Harry reached behind him and pulled Draco’s hand in front of him. 

“I’m sorry for not taking your apology seriously, thank you Draco,” He brought Draco’s hand to his lips. “Thank you,”

“I’m still gonna buy you a flat though,” Confusion painted Harry's face.

“Erm? What?” 

“If you think you are leaving this school with the notion you’re going back, you are mistaken.” Harry just smiled.

“Wizarding laws-”

“Don’t matter,”

“Draco, was it, was it an unforgivable curse?” Harry noticed Draco's hands had stiffened in his. He got up and hugged him. 

“I’m sorry,”

“It wasn’t your fault.,”

“I hate your father,”

“That makes both of us,” Draco chuckled and held  him back. “This term is rather short, once we board the train and I’m hoping I get you all to myself,” Draco sounded like he was joking but Harry knew better.

“You’re dad hates me Draco, He was a Death Eater, Plus he’s gonna notice you buying a house” 

“Harry, I can buy a random house somewhere, without the consent of my parents, I’m a bloody Malfoy, he with his thinking is gonna suspect that I’m pissed about something, or worse I was bitten by a werewolf” Harry chuckled Draco making him roll his eyes.

“Just say you wanna move in with me Harry, please, I wanna live with my boyfriend” Harry blushed at boyfriend. 

“Okay,”

“I swear I’ll even get Dobby to- what?” Draco doubled over. “I thought i’d have to do a whole Sonnet,”

“A what?”

“Ironic how I know more about Muggle literature than you,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. Harry sensing a lecture due to hanging out with Hermione for so long, leaned in and kiss him.

“Thank you,”

“For you, anytime,”

Edits: @swymsuyt for the art 🎨 ✨️

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[angst-cravings]

birdlistening

summary: you are an avid birder, and you go birdwatching every sunday morning before matt goes to church. today you invite him out

pairing: matt murdock x reader

words: 1k

an: this is so self indulgent i love birds so much. only fluff. gender neutral reader, no use of y/n

cw: some mild explicit language. embarrassment about being passionate

The sun isn’t even up yet, but you are energized and ready to go. You love Sunday mornings. Matt has his ritual of going to church and confession, while you have your ritual of going birdwatching. It’s how you center yourself before every week starts. You are silently packing your bag, putting in your worn field guide, bird notebook, binoculars, water bottle filled with hot cocoa, and a pair of gloves in case things get a little too nippy. You barely noticed, but Matt had gotten out of bed and was standing in the doorway like he always manages to do before you leave. You flash him a quick smile. He looks so ethereal with the neon lights reflecting off his bare skin, and his lack of clothing always entices you to stay behind. 

“Expecting any good birds today?” 

“Well, this week is actually peak migration, so… yeah. There will be so many birds today.” You try to hide your excitement, but you’re sure he can hear it in your voice. This is your favorite time of the year, and you are constantly looking forward to it in the winter when birds are scarce.

He grins at you. “Well, I hope you have fun sweetheart.” 

You keep meaning to invite him, but he had usually only gone to bed a few hours before. However, he had taken last night off. Maybe this would be a good time?

“Would you… maybe want to come birdwatching with me?” You tentatively suggest. You were prepared for rejection. It was so early in the morning, and you didn’t even know if he’d enjoy it.

“Well, I can’t exactly watch the birds,” He chuckles, “But I can go out with you if you’d like. I could at least make sure you get to Central Park safely.”

“I think you’d like it more than you think. I can teach you the bird calls, and then you can bird listen,” You zip up your backpack, and put on a hat, “But you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

He immediately shakes his head. “Of course. Anything to spend a little more time with you.” Warmth rises in your cheeks, and you can’t help but smile.

As you two walk to Central Park, you start educating him. 

“So, you obviously know the common ones like the Rock Pigeon and Mourning Dove and Canada Goose and stuff. We’ll probably encounter some of those today but those are kinda boring. I’m really looking for warblers; they’re some of my favorite birds. American Redstart and Yellow-rumped Warblers are pretty common around migration here, so I’m expecting some of those.” You pull up recordings of the calls on your phone and play them for Matt so he can get an idea. “American Redstarts are so pretty too, they have this gorgeous orange-red shoulder area. And the Yellow-rumped Warbler is mostly gray with a yellow butt, shoulder, and head.” 

Matt is listening to you, but he is mostly enjoying the lilt of your voice. He loves when you’re excited about things. Your heartbeat always rises a little, your grin is visible in your voice, and you move your hands around a lot. He loves hearing the near-silent swish of air as you gesticulate enthusiastically. 

“You know, you’re lucky this is me. These calls sound very similar.” 

“I mean those two aren’t pretty similar. I think they’re pretty distinct.” You shrug. 

“Maybe to you and I, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hand. 

You set up the blanket on a green patch in Central Park. Matt sits down before you and pulls you into his lap. As the sun starts to rise, birds start to fly, and you point out bird calls to Matt as you hear them. 

“That’s an Indigo Bunting! They’re so gorgeous, they’re this lovely blue color. They form song neighborhoods, where in one area they’ll have one song, and in another, they’ll have a slightly different song. It’s super cool!” You gush as you follow the bird with your binoculars.

He felt lucky. He had an intelligent, passionate partner who loved him. He buries his face in your neck and smiles. The grip around your waist tightens, and he takes a deep breath. Your body wash mingles with the smell of dew and trees. You rattle off more birds to him, and he can feel you write a list of the birds you see. He felt so damn lucky. 

“So, that one I’m hearing is a… Song Sparrow, right?” He focuses on the bird in the tree near you two. Before you even respond, he can hear your heart rate raise slightly in excitement.

“You were paying attention.” A smile forms across your lips.

“Of course, I was, sweetheart.”

“I know, I just… I know you aren’t the most interested in this. Just…thank you. For doing this with me.” You tilt your head in his direction.

“No. I am interested in anything you are interested in. I love the way you talk about birds. Your voice gets a little bit faster and a little bit higher, and you ramble in the cutest way possible. And I will do anything to get you to talk more. It’s one of my favorite sounds. Don’t ever be embarrassed for being passionate. If I could only hear one thing for the rest of my life, it’d be you talking, because” He connects his lips with yours for a quick peck, “I love you. And with that, I love anything that you love too. I was actually hoping you’d invite me. You’ve been talking about this for weeks. I, uh, took last night off in the hopes that you would. Thanks for taking me.”

You shift in his lap and place your hand on his cheek. You lean in, and your foreheads touch.

“Thank you, Matt.” You whisper. You close the distance and kiss him. His lips were warm and inviting. Just like him.

#daredevil x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #this is so self indulgent #no use of yn #no use of y/n #fluff #gender neutral reader

[waluigis-cock]

I'm Not Sorry

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

“What’s up Draco?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped. 

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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).

“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!

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“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Ebony?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!  

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Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.

And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”

Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….

Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.  

#long post #my immortal #suffer #not sorry

[sporesgalaxy]

Tell me about blowfly appearances. How can they look? Any fun mutations?

tbh I dont know much about common blowfly mutations!!! Just about identifying the regular ones (native to my area)

Some blowflies, like house flies, are a pretty dull black or brown color, but there are lots of very shiny, pretty blowflies as well! Blue and green bottle flies for example!

Aside from bright body coloration, flies can be identified by details as small as the number of bristles in a certain area on their back, or the color of their "cheeks" (the under-eye area). One if my favorite identifiers is the bright orange spiracle (breathing hole) of Phormia regina ! It's hard to see with the naked eye, but it was a very easy way to differentiate it under a microscope!

One SPOOKY fun fact about identifying blowflies is THIS: one of these species of fly is normal and its larvae eats only dead tissue. The other, closely related species is parasitic, because it has larvae that eat LIVING tissue.

The only difference between them visually is the length of the middle stripe on their back!!! ^_^ They're called Primary and Secondary Screwworms

Don't be scared, though. It is pretty hard for a well-cared-for person to accidentally have fly eggs hatch on them. Fly eggs take a while to hatch and most humans are pretty good at swatting flies away quickly.

These parasitic flies are a greater concern for big, slow-moving livestock that don't shower & change clothes every day!

#bugs #irl bugs #asks #biology

[comforthouse]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮)

The brothers worry for you, and fear your ability to trip over literally nothing. From day one to now, how you hold the seven sins' under your feet, how you possess powers of the pacts and your own abilities. Yet the only danger in your face isn't the greatest sorcerer's food or any demon's claw, but your own clumsiness.

But they shouldn't worry, none should. For he is there to catch you every time. 

– The first time was when you descended to Devildom, a lamb to slaughter, a mere human pulled in the exchange program of the demon lord. Shining eyes widened in astonishment as you fell, tossing and turning in the seemingly never-ending tunnel filled with stars and star-dust. From the corner of your eyes you see beautiful teal, as you reach the end of the seemingly endless space you reach out, to the bright green which called out to you. What was next became a blur, only the memory of warm gloved fingers wrapping themselves around your waist (which haunts you on sleepless nights) remain. 

– The second time was your own fault. Uneven steps towards the balcony, any balcony in the demon lord's castle. Cheeks flushed pink, mind headed out a while ago. The bitter aftertaste of alcohol still lingering on the tip of your tongue as you try to find an open space, for a small break from the chaos in the main hall. It was a bad idea, you concluded. As you slipped, waiting to hit the rock solid-golden tiles only for a pair of arms to wrap around yourself, shielding you from your fall (and possibly saving you from an embarrassing death). Common sense finally returns as you gaze into the tael eyes of the man who laid beneath you. Inquiring if you were alright. (No you wanted to say, maybe then he would have taken care of you.) 

– The third time was pure stupidity. "Watch your steps"  is something your mother always told you. But maybe all her wisdom went down the coffin alongside her body because as you regretted trying to back walk on the stairs you wondered if she was looking at you with absolute disappointment. But like a knight in shining armour, a prince on a white horse and being the gentleman he was, Barbatos caught you, hands tightly wrapped around your shoulder, hot breath sent shivers down yours neck as he kept you from falling to your own death. And at that very moment, you realised maybe falling wasn't so bad, as long as he was there to catch you.

Barbatos, the royal steward, was everything but imperfect. But sometimes, even his facade falls, but it's fine. You are there to save the day. 

– booming music in the background, smell of demonus in the air, high status demons talking to each other, and the fact that even in between everything, you could easily distinguish the seven brothers' voices were all but familiar to the royal steward. Even so, he did not let it get to him, making sure everything was in place and all the little Ds did their work (even though he already knew they would not disobey him). Expect the unexpected, he told himself. But never in a million years did he expect to fall. When your sweet voice called out to him from down the stairs and he looked down in delight. How could he have failed to notice the little D who mistakenly bumped into him? Body weightless as the bottle of demonus went flying Barbatos was sure this day would end in a disaster.  And maybe it did, just not for him. Because as you threw your arms around the demon butler, drenched in demonus, a wide smile adoring your face. The world fell deaf to his ears. Ears turned pink as you opened your mouth as words he deemed divine fell from your lips. "caught you" 

Barbatos is always there to catch you when you fall. He just didn't expect for you to be there too. 

#obey me swd #obey me #swd obey me #one master to rule them all #obey me mc #swd barbatos #barbatos x mc #obey me barbie #obey me barbatos

[ronthafrog]

common euroean green bottle fly (Lucila sericata)

i noticed this small guy was a beautiful green color & took this photo- he was so polite to stay still for me

#conservation #nature #biology #insects #bugs #entomology #wildlife #green bottle fly

[lhrry]

can you please make a compilation of harry’s house / faith in the future parallels?

so I decided to  make this broader and rather suggest different possible readings, so while some are very overt and some are more conceptual or subjective and produced by my own reading of each album. the best thing about some of these, though, is that they are not the same or parallel per se, but more like two sides of the same story/responding to one another!

no title song but rather an overarching concept as the title of the album

the way both albums keep returning to the idea of change, dancing between resisting and accepting it, sometimes borderline celebrating it

Things haven't been quite the same, there's a haze on the horizon, babe... [...] I've never been a fan of change, but I'd follow you to any place // tell you I'm on my way, nothing could make me late, said I had a plan for us, time it came and changed it all

In this world, it's just us, you know it's not the same as it was // and the element of change + continuing to go on together in you and me until the end waking up to start again

In this world, it's just us, you know it's not the same as it was // you and me until the end waking up to start again

nobody stays the same, no matter how much you want it, some things change

I remember back at Jonny's place, it's not the same anymore // eg a trip down memory lane, houses all look the same, there’s different names on the gates, you know the people have changed, oh it’s such a shame, nothing stays the same

Louis’ different version of you know it’s not the same as it was, such as nobody stays the same, no matter how much you want it, some things change; we knew that all would change; before the world it got so serious, before the time it got away from us...

Also the resistance to change for Louis in eg When somebody told me I would change, I used to hide behind a smile, is felt in as it was or even more explicitly in late night talking

Louis also has these nothing actually changed/resistance to change moments (common people, nothing’s changed/, we’re still the same inside)

talking/not talking 

So when you find out what we're fighting for, I'll be ready to talk // am I bothering you, do you wanna talk?

Do you wanna talk? We share the last line, then we drink the wall, 'Til we wanna talk // there were problems in this empty bottle, at the bottom, but we drained all that

we’ve been doing all this late night talking, ‘bout anything you want until the morning // the jokes and songs in silver tongues (nights like these we’ll remember..)

I don't wanna talk about the way that it was // we can talk about it, it’ll only make it worse, there’s a time for sayin’ who did what where it went wrong I wanna hear all that but tight now etc. (also I won’t say a word, it can wait til the morning)

I’m in an LA mood, I don’t wanna talk to you vs I can still hear your silence

I’m here, right here, wishing I could be there for you // the sentiment in angels fly, especially the “I’m on my way”

Harry, you’re no good alone // alone we’re just as good as the rest

Answer the phone, “harry you’re no good alone, why are you sitting at home on the floor? What kind of pills are you on?” ringin’ the bell and nobody’s coming to help // I’m on my way with some time to borrow […] I’ll knock on your door it’ll save me from callin’

The reminder to look up to the sky in angels fly vs holding me back, gravity’s holding me back

The sentiment of finding community and chosen family in Matilda and All This Time 

I said you know me, alone we're only, just as good as the rest, together we're the greatest, […] it's you and me until the end, life for us is never over and the different ways in which Louis says I love you and it’s us until the end // harry’s there’s just no getting through, without you, just me and you, love of my life, etc.

I don't want you to get lost // cos I'm a hard man to lose, but I figured it out 

Stay green a little while, You bring blue lights to dreams // blue like the lights surrounding me, it all seems so different when I'm around it, see all these waves and waves of green, keep on coming like a dream, until nothing is the same 

nothing is original, there's nothing left to say // nothing to say when everything gets in the way 

not harry's house but also if you read the greatest as for and about the fans at the shows, there are parallels with lights up (talked about here) and also worth mentioning louis’ no falling all to pieces // harry’s falling

elements of boyfriends and written all over your face, as you're giving me the silent treatment, don't know what it's achieving // it gets hard to know what he's thinking, you love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin

I'll do everythin' I can, To help you through, If you're feelin' down, I just wanna make you happier, baby, Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby, we've been doing all this late night talking // you know when I'm with you I'm so much happier, nights like these we'll remember the songs we wrote etc.

the entirety of keep driving and silver tongues conceptually

I think these songs most obviously mirror and respond to each other, both being very “just you and me” songs

with keep driving being a collection of things and probably inside jokes only harry and the person he wrote the song for understand and silver tongues having own version in “and I choked when your smoke got in my eye, bad logic and empty cans, I know nobody understands me like you do” where he illustrates the faulty logic of choking because of smoke in his eye, + the repetitions of nobody understands me like you do

You smile at me and say, “It’s time to go”, but I don't feel like going home as an answer to I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

we shout some things that we'll regret, sit down with a masterplan I know nobody understands me like you do again sounds like the entirety of keep driving basically

maple syrup, coffee pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, I will always love you // you me until the end, wakin’ up to start again (there’s even breakfast and waking up, hello?)

we’ll remember those stupid jokes only we know, you know, when I’m with you I’m so much happier, nights like these, we’ll remember those songs we wrote only we know and the entirety of keep driving

there's nowhere else that I would rather be // You're always there, so don't overthink

and I'm the one who will stay, oh // you know the party’s over, when you’re standing in an empty space alone 

babe // babe 

you got the cinema // if you believe a guy’s Superman, there selling tickets at the cinema

cause loving you’s the real thing, it just feels right // can we please get back to loving when it’s good it’s really something

whatever gets you through the darkest night, just find the light out in the madness, hold tight // you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest day

with me, I know you wanna come with me, take anything you can carry and leave everything else behind // take you with me everytime I go away; I’ve never been a fan of change but I’d follow you to any place, if it’s Hollywood or Bishopsgate I’m coming too

put the pain behind you now, you don't need it anymore // you can let it go and the sentiment of matilda

#now if you asked about parallels even with fine line this truly would be a monster askjhsdjh

[gatheredfates]

SYSTEMS, ENGINES & RECONNAISSANCE SERVICE | Evelyn Rivers

Do you want to read all of my FFXIVWrite prompts? You can do that here!

CLEAR. free of cloud, mist, or rain.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Evelyn Rivers was waking up from a stupor.

Or, if you were to ask her, a bender — to which she would sigh and say not a lot of people bothered, meaning they missed out on her pearls of wisdom such as a myriad of ways to people to fuck off and weird techniques on how to brew moonshine out the back of a boat. Nevertheless, when the announcement rang clear through Ul’dah’s airship hangar that they were expecting a record sandstorm, thus all the air travel was promptly grounded, she seriously considered just how long she might be banned for if she decided to bugger it and break the rules. One quick assessment of both her liquor cabinet and the weather both, a strange kind of common sense broke through that risked her liver rather than her life.

Yes, she knew her liver was connected to her life. Not the point. Something, something, lesser of two evils.

“SERS —” She croaked from beneath a small pile of glass bottles, sea-glass green and tinkling as she moved. When she received no answer, she wet her lips with her tongue and spoke louder.

“SERS! Oh for fuck sake, why do I have this stupid —”

“Hello, Designation Evelyn. How may I assist you?” A small screen to the right of her head illuminated, displaying the pixelated image of a fire. As the AI spoke, the flame wiggled back and forth in time with its tempo.

She tried to smash the first one, not realizing Firelight had installed at least six throughout her ship. Sometimes she liked to moon it, just in case someone was watching. 

“Took you fuckin’ long enough. What time is it?”

“It is exactly fourteen thirty seven.”

“Rhalgar’s fuckin’ nutsack — speak STUPID, SERS.”

“Ah! My apologies, Designation Evelyn. It is two thirty seven in the afternoon, if you’re going off local time.”

It was the afternoon? Huh. Last time she was awake she was singing along to her orchestrion and swinging around on her bed like she was a pole dancer. It was the little things. 

Eve pushed herself into a sitting position, smoothing jet-black hair out of her face as she squinted bleary-eyed at her surroundings. The interior of the Junker stared back, a hodgepodge of titanium, steel and carbon fibre; a physical and literal nest of blankets and shiny objects — most worth absolutely shit all. But they were her things, that was the most important, and she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and let out a loud yawn.

“Fuck me, m’beat.” Though it felt weirdly still, all things considered. Her brow narrowed.

“SERS?”

“Yes, Designation Evelyn?”

“What’s th’ weather?”

“Today’s weather is warm with clear skies but, the evening should cool —”

“The weather is WHAT?” Her head snapped to attention to the pixelated hearth, not that it had the capacity to feel the knives in her stare. Oh no, SERS continued to speak amicably, as if though she had merely misheard or was unfortunately going insane.

“The weather is warm with clear skies —” “FOR FUCK SAKE, SERS!” Bottles went flying around her like dangerous confetti, clattering harmlessly across the floor as the woman staggered and bolted (as much as one could when they were hungover, though she still did have a bottle in her hand) towards the top deck. “Systems, Engines and Reconnaissance Service my fuckin’ ass cheek—”

“I am very sorry you are displeased with my service, Designation Evelyn. I sounded off the alarm every hour to try and inform you —”

Evelyn didn’t give a rats. Her hand slammed against the railing as she looked out towards the desert, where glittering sand stretched endlessly to a pale blue sky. Below, the multi-faceted jewel of Ul’dah reflected a thousand different colours like light caught in a diamond, and the highlander let out a loud scream of delight and threw her bottle clean off the side of her ship…

…And into a nearby window. Well, shit.

“Oops. SERS! SERS! IT’S TIME TO GO!”

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : evelyn #she's such a normal character i promise #ffxivwrite2023 #my writing

[dracoslittlepet]

🎉 Party For Two 🎉

🐍DRACO MALFOY X RAVENCLAW READER ONESHOT🐍

You've always heard that Slytherins throw the best parties, but you've never actually attended one... Until tonight. When you and a certain arrogant blonde lock eyes across the room, will sparks fly? Or will it be merely a passing thing...?

• fluff; language; adult themes (drinking, implied smoking, light NSFW)

🎉 For full party experience, I recommend wearing headphones when reading this! Trust me! 😉 🎉

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Your heart beats nervously in your chest as you walk down the corridor, the air getting a bit more chilled the further down you walk. You've never been to this part of the castle before, but you've always found yourself a bit curious. After all, it's not every day that the Slytherins invite a Ravenclaw to their house. You've always heard that they throw great parties, but you've never actually attended one.

Well, at least not until tonight, that is. How exactly did you find yourself in this situation? It had happened rather quickly, after Potions class. One of the Slytherin girls you had become quite friendly with, Pansy Parkinson, had discreetly slipped you a bit of parchment containing an invitation to one of their parties, on the way out of class.

Her coy smile and flirty little wink had been more than enough to convince you that no, you in fact were not going nuts, she actually had just invited you to a Slytherin party. So now you find yourself standing outside the rather ordinary looking stone wall, behind which was concealed the Slytherin Common Room.

Taking a deep breath, you throw a glance over your shoulder to make sure you weren't followed, before muttering the password in a quiet half-whisper. "Pureblood..."

In response, the stone wall comes to life, the bricks seeming to shift and warp into a solid black door, which you tug open, slipping inside. Almost immediately, the sound of heavy, thumping bass music greets your ears, intermixed with the loud chatter of students who have full intentions of staying up long past their curfew.

A hesitant little smile flits across your face as you take a few steps further into the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. A relieved sigh slips from your lips as Pansy comes bounding up to you, a wide grin on her pretty face. "You made it! Nice of you to show your face, little Ravenclaw!" she shouts over the music, reaching out to grab your hand, tugging you further into the room.

Your eyes widen as you take it all in, your heart pounding in your chest, the beats almost similar to that of the music filling the room. Now you finally understand it, why everyone says the Slytherins throw the best parties. The whole room is bathed in a green light, faint shadows flickering on the walls.

You could swear you see fog or mist of some kind clouding the room, though whether from Muggle fog machines or someone's simple spell, you're not entirely sure. Most of the tables have been moved aside, though the few that remain in the center of the room are littered with bottles of alcohol that you're pretty sure have been illegally smuggled into the school.

In the distance, positioned against one of the far walls, Blaise sits behind what looks like a Muggle's DJ booth, but again, you can't be sure. He happens to lock eyes with you as Pansy leads you further into the room, and he gives you a welcoming nod, accompanied by a light smile. You nod back, too stunned to say anything.

You're still trying to take in all of your surroundings. Overall, the whole effect is... Eerily well done. It definitely gives off the whole party, "let's get drunk and dance til 2am" vibes. Pansy leads you over to one of the tables that have been turned into a makeshift bar, gesturing at the bottles there. "Name your poison, Y/N!" she calls over the music.

You tug your hand free from hers, shaking your head at her. You have no intention of getting drunk tonight, let alone tipsy. Then again, it is the weekend... No, no. Absolutely not. Pansy gives you a look of disbelief, a slight pout forming on her lips. "Oh, come on, little Ravenclaw! Let go and have some fun tonight!" she calls out, reaching for a bottle of what looks like Firewhisky.

Before you can protest, she's already pouring you a glass, handing you the cup. Ha... Solo cup. In bright green. You can't help thinking it's a nice touch, albeit if a little pointless. As you turn to try and protest again, your words die out in your throat. Pansy's already gone, headed back towards where Blaise is at. Well, this is just great.... If only there were a few more familiar, comforting faces here...

As you scan the crowd, you spot a familiar blonde leaning against one of the tables, his cold gaze fixed on the center of the room as he watches everyone else. A cup similar to yours is held in his ring-clad fingers, and a look of boredom sits upon the boy's face. Your heart flutters in your chest as you continue to watch him. Draco... Draco Malfoy...

Almost like your thoughts have caught his attention, he turns his head a little to the left, his gaze meeting yours in an instant. He appears to do a double-take, before one perfect dark brow raises as he continues to stare back at you from across the room. With a nervous half-smile, you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly wishing you could be anywhere but here, right now.

You'd seen Draco Malfoy around the school plenty of times, and while you definitely thought he was pretty cute, you knew that there was absolutely no chance that anything would ever happen between you and the Slytherin boy. It just wasn't done; you were a Ravenclaw, and a Half-Blood, at that. And he... Well, he was a Pureblood, untouchable by practically everyone at the school.

Not even Potter and his little Gryffindor friends could get in good with the blonde boy. Though you had a feeling they wouldn't want to, anyway. In your short few months here as a sixth-year, you had managed to deduce a few things about Draco: he was terribly arrogant, snarky and sarcastic at the best of times, (though carefree and laid-back with his friends), and above all... Hopelessly and undeniably attractive beyond measure.

And it's then you realize with a start that you are, in fact, very much attracted to the Slytherin boy. "What, no! This can't happen?!" you say to yourself, a little confused and slightly outraged. You cannot be falling for Draco Malfoy, of all people. It just couldn't happen... No, not a chance. "Talking to ourselves, are we? That's not a good sign." a familiar voice says, his tone laced with a bit of that signature snarkiness.

Immediately, your gaze flashes up to meet the mercurial eyes of the very boy you were just thinking about. A slight smirk turns up one corner of his mouth, as he raises that green cup up to those perfect rosebud lips, taking a sip of whatever's in the cup. With another smirk, he tilts his head to the side a little, regarding you with a look of equal parts curiosity and amusement.

"So she really did it, then. Our dear Pansy actually invited a Ravenclaw. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd show up, Y/L/N." he says, an arrogant grin on his face. Oh, this smug little shit...!

You roll your eyes at him, gazing down at your cup. The untouched Firewhisky still sits there, practically begging you to drown your pettiness in it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, just a little bit... Might give you some liquid courage, to tell Draco what you really think of him. As you go to take a sip, Draco's next words nearly make you choke on your drink.

"Though I have to admit, it is nice to see a new face, other than some of these losers, here. Half of them only showed up because they heard there would be alcohol, not because of who's actually hosting the party." he says. You swallow hard, the alcohol burning on the way down. "And who would that be?" you ask, though you have a feeling you already know the answer to that one.

Draco raises a brow at you, shaking his head in amusement. "And here all you Ravenclaws are supposed to be smart." he says sarcastically. Your heart sinks, and with a brief glare at him, you turn away from Draco, wanting to find Pansy, Blaise, anyone but that blonde git.

Before you can even take one step, a hand grabs ahold of yours, tugging you backwards. "Wait, I'm sorry. That was rude, I know. I just..." the words die out in his throat, as Draco stares down at you. With a sigh, you tug your hand from his, giving him a warning look. He raises one hand in a sign of peace, the green lighting glinting off the ring on his finger.

"Look, it's just... I find you intimidating." Draco suddenly confesses, but his voice is barely audible as a new song starts, the music drowning out his words a little. "What?" you call out, leaning forward a bit. He rolls his eyes at you, taking a step towards you and leaning down so you can hear him better. "I said, I find you intimidating." he repeats, the words much clearer now.

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, seeing yourself reflected in those blue-grey eyes of his. You don't look the least bit intimidating, at least not in your own opinion. Seeing the look on your face, Draco sighs again, running a hand through his ice-blonde locks. "You heard me. You're one of the smartest ones in our classes, other than Granger and myself, obviously. It's unnerving." he calls out.

"You and all the other little Ravenclaws, you lot are irritatingly smart. But you, you're different. You're... You're cute, too. It's infuriating, really." Draco continues. Your mouth nearly drops open in shock; did Draco Malfoy seriously just call you cute?? How are you even supposed to answer that one?? You take another sip from your cup, though the alcohol doesn't burn quite as much on the way down this time.

With a sigh, you raise one eyebrow at Draco. "What, and you're not equally as infuriating?" you call out over the loud music. The blonde boy laughs, a very unexpected reaction to your question. "Darling, I already know I'm infuriating!" he shouts back. Leaning closer, he gives you a wink, before continuing with "But at least now I know you think about me."

This slick git, he thinks he's so damn funny. You open your mouth to tell him what exactly you think of him, but before the words can come out, one of the other Slytherin students lazily approaches you and Draco, a sly grin on his face. As he gets closer, you recognize the boy: Theodore Nott. He was one of the few who occasionally hung around with Draco's crew, a rather skinny boy who was much more laid-back than the people he hung out with.

With another grin, this time directed towards you, he reaches into the back pocket of his trousers, producing a rather worn-looking pack of cigarettes. He offers the carton to you, giving you a wink, but before you can say anything, Draco reaches out, swiftly yanking the pack from Theo's hands. "Don't you dare, she doesn't need those!" he hisses, his blue-grey eyes flashing with a sudden spark of anger.

Theo shrugs, before reaching for the pack of cigarettes, but Draco holds it out of his reach, shaking his head at the boy. "I mean it, Nott. You keep these away from my girl!" he calls out over the music, before returning the cigarettes to the boy. As Theo wanders off in the opposite direction, Draco's words suddenly sink in, making your eyes widen. "My girl". Either this boy has accidentally slipped up, or he actually meant what he said...

"Your girl, huh?" you call out, taking another sip of Firewhisky. Draco rolls his eyes at you, before taking a drink from his own cup. "Shut it, Ravenclaw." he scoffs. You shrug, though you're unable to keep from smirking to yourself. It doesn't go unnoticed by Draco, however. The blonde Slytherin raises a brow at you as he stands there, leaning against one of the tables.

"Are all you Ravenclaws this cheeky? I mean, is there like, a guidebook you all read together? 'How To Be A Smartass, For Dummies'?" Draco asks. Your smirk grows wider as you take another drink, before giving him a light shrug. "I could ask you the same thing. Are all you Slytherins this snarky, or is it just you? Bet you have a user's manual, too." you retort.

To your surprise, Draco looks away towards the center of the room, not answering you for a moment, though you could swear you see him fighting back a smile. When he finally does answer you, there's a hint of playfulness in his tone. "Wow, we're vicious today, aren't we, little Ravenclaw?" he asks. "So uptight, no wonder you lot have no time for fun. You're too busy reading that guidebook, aren't you?" he continues, teasing you a little.

Your cheeks flame pink in a mix of slight embarrassment and outrage. "Shut up, I can let go and have fun whenever I want to!" you shout over the music. Draco laughs, shaking his head at you. "Prove it!" he calls back. You look him straight in the eyes as you down the rest of your drink like a shot, before discarding the empty cup on the table with all the others.

"There, satisfied?" you ask. Draco's jaw tenses, as he sets his cup aside. "No. Come here." he answers, reaching out and grabbing you by the hand, leading you into the center of the room. Dozens of other students, some from Slytherin house and a few others from your own house, are dancing through what you can only assume is a drug and alcohol-fueled haze.

Somewhere in the crowd, you can see Pansy dancing with one of the female Slytherin students, a flirty little smirk on her face. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, and she glances between you and Draco, before giving you a subtle wink and a nod, almost like you've gained her approval. Your cheeks flush a faint pink, and Draco's light laugh recaptures your attention. "She's something else, isn't she, little Ravenclaw?" he asks loudly over the music.

You nod, a bit too embarassed to say anything. That is, until Draco reaches for your other hand, pulling you closer to him. "Wait, what are-?" you start to ask, but he silences you with a shake of his head. "Hush. You think too much, honestly. Just let go, have fun for once. Is that really so difficult?" he asks, raising a brow at you.

Any protests die out in your throat as you stare up into those ocean eyes. Draco gives you a pointed look, before giving your hands a light, seemingly reassuring squeeze. "Y/N. It's alright, really. Trust me, you need this. You'll thank me later." he says. Your heart flutters a little in your chest; this is the first time you think you've ever heard him actually call you by your first name.

It's... Different, nice, comforting. Definitely unexpected, to say the least. With a sigh, you try your hardest to just do as Draco says: relax, let loose, have fun. And by some unspoken miracle, it actually works. Within seconds, you and Draco are dancing just like everyone else, and you find yourself actually starting to have a good time.

As much as you don't want to admit it to yourself, Draco was right. You did need this. One night to just relax, let go of all your worries, and have some fun, curfew and rules be damned. As you dance, your eyes meet Pansy's again, and she grins, mouthing "Way to go, Y/N!" at you.

Draco's scoff sounds from behind you, though you can tell his heart's not really in it, he's not really trying to come across as mean, not this time. "Honestly. Remind me to say something to her later tonight. Or tomorrow." he calls over the loud music. You laugh, turning around to face him, staring up at him.

"Oh, let her have her fun! She's probably just glad that she was even able to get me to come out here, in the first place!" you call back, grinning. Draco rolls his eyes at you, but the faint beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. One of his hands grabs ahold of yours again, his fingers intertwining with yours, the metal of his ring cool against your skin.

You nod down at the jewelry, your gaze curious. "I meant to ask, is that something all you Slytherins wear? Or is it just you?" you ask. Draco glances down at the ring for a second, before smirking. "Only a select few of us have one. Tough luck, Y/N, if only you'd been put in Slytherin!" he teases you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he laughs, unable to keep the grin off his face now.

"And they say we're mean!" he calls out, teasing you some more. You blush, and he laughs again. "I'm only kidding. Though I still stand by what I said before, you're a vicious little thing, aren't you?" Draco says, winking down at you. You shrug, trying not to smile. This is the side of Draco that you've only ever seen when he's with his friends, the more carefree, easygoing version of Draco.

It's oddly comforting (if a tad bit unbelievable) that he's showing this side of himself with you. Any other time, you're sure the two of you would have been at each other's throats. Maybe all it took was one good party to set aside a few differences...

"Sickle for your thoughts, darling?" Draco's voice pulls you from your inner musings, and you look up at him with a startled, nervous half-smile. "It's just... I think it's kind of funny. You're never like this unless you're with your friends." you admit. "Like what?" Draco asks, his brows furrowing a little in confusion. You shrug, gazing up at him. "Like... I don't know, soft. Kind. Easy to talk to." you confess.

Draco almost looks taken aback for a moment, as he stares down at you. Then, a hint of a smile flits across his face. "You and everyone else really don't think much of me, do you?" he says, amused. Your cheeks flame pink in embarrassment, and Draco laughs, running his free hand through his hair.

"No, it's okay. I get it. Parkinson and Zabini have kind of told me before, that I come across as... Well, as kind of a bully. Trust me, I don't want to be. But if anyone ever found out..." his voice trails off at the end. "What, that the attractive Slytherin boy has a secret heart of gold?" you tease him. He raises both brows at you, smirking now. "You think I'm attractive?" he asks. You roll your eyes at him, trying not to laugh.

"You're missing the point-" you start, but he shakes his head at you, grinning. "No, I got your point. And I'm flattered, really. Seems you and only a few others actually think that highly of me." he answers. Your smile fades into a frown, and you suddenly find yourself feeling a little sorry for the boy. Seeing the look on your face, Draco reaches down, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

"Hey, none of that now, darling. Where's that pretty smile from earlier, that sharp wit of yours?" he says. You shake your head at him, a sigh slipping from between your lips. "No, it's just... Now I feel kind of bad for you. Everybody talks mad shit about you, but if they only got to know you, the real you..." your voice fades, the words getting drowned out by the loud music and the chatter of other students.

Draco gently strokes the side of your face with his thumb, a wry little smile on his face. "Don't feel sorry for me, Y/N. I don't want your pity. I just want to see you smile again, I don't want your night ruined. Tch, enough of this. Come on, tonight's not a night to get all sappy with our feelings." he says, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

With that, the two of you go back to dancing just like everyone else, any further conversations slowly being discarded and forgotten as you both try to let loose and have fun. You glance around you, noticing more of the students leaving the area, disappearing off to Merlin-knows-where, most likely to do things they'll come to regret in the morning.

From across the room, you meet Blaise's gaze, and he winks at you, giving you a sly little smile. What is he up to...? Before you can react, you feel someone tugging your hand free from Draco's, pulling you further into the crowd, away from the blonde boy. You turn around to throw a sharp remark at whoever it is, but the words die out in your throat as you see Pansy standing there, her hand in yours and a conspiratorial grin on her face.

As the next song starts, Pansy winks at you, the look on her face similar to that of the one on Blaise's face only a few moments ago. And as the lyrics begin, you suddenly realize just what it is that the two of them are up to. "You and Draco seem to be hitting it off really well!" the Slytherin girl shouts over the music. You blush, nodding. She laughs, before leaning in close, her voice at your ear.

"I think he likes you, too. But I also think I know how we can really drive him over the edge, make him want you even more." she murmurs, her words just barely audible. "Dance with me." she adds, leaning back to grin at you. Seeing the incredulous look on your face, she laughs. "Oh, come on! It'll be great, trust me. He won't be able to stay away from you after this!" she calls out, winking at you again.

You throw a glance over your shoulder at Draco; true to Pansy's words, he's watching the two of you like a hawk, a look of mixed curiosity and wariness in his eyes. Even from here, you can see his jaw tense a little. Trying rather unsuccessfully to hide your smile, you turn to face Pansy again, nodding. "Alright, but just this once!" you call out.

She grins, reaching forward to pat you on the back. "That's our girl!" she shouts, leading you a little further out into the crowd of students. "Just follow my lead!" her voice sounds at your ear again, and you nod. As the beat drops, you do exactly as Pansy has told you, following her lead damn near perfectly.

You cast another quick glance over at Draco, and you're unable to keep the smile off your face as you dance with Pansy, the two of you making it look equal parts seductive and dirty as hell. Even from here, you can see that familiar spark ignite in Draco's eyes, his jaw tensing again as he watches the two of you go at it.

One of his hands clenches into a fist, while the other reaches up to yank his black tie loose from around his neck a little. A laugh rises up from your throat, and you look over your shoulder at Pansy, grinning at her. She smirks back at you, before leaning down and doing the unexpected. Her lips meet yours in the slowest, most seductive of kisses, while her gaze is focused behind you, on Draco.

To your surprise, the whole experience isn't entirely unpleasant, and you soon find yourself kissing her back, knowing full well that Draco is most definitely watching the two of you. You can practically feel the Slytherin boy's gaze burning a hole through your very soul.

As Pansy pulls away to let you breathe, that familiar smirk comes back, making her look very much like the cat that ate the canary. You turn around to face Draco, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud. The poor boy looks beyond pissed, though whether at you or Pansy, you haven't the faintest idea. Draco looks positively green with envy. It's rather ironic, really.

You suddenly hear Pansy's voice at your ear again, and her words just make the grin on your face get bigger. "Well, now. I think we've officially wound him up enough, don't you? He looks so damn jealous, I almost feel sorry for him!"

You nod, a laugh slipping from between your lips as you continue to stare across the room at Draco. His jaw tenses again, before he beckons you over with one finger, that spark igniting in his ocean eyes once more. Pansy laughs behind you, before giving you a light push forward. "Go on, my work here is done!" she shouts, laughing.

You shoot her a grateful smile over your shoulder as you leave, and she nods, before turning and wandering off in the opposite direction. As you approach Draco, you can see just how affected he really is by the little show you and Pansy had just put on for him. A tense sort of silence settles between the two of you, before he finally speaks.

"So. I suppose you think you're funny, do you?" he begins. His voice is dangerously calm, despite the look on his face. You swallow hard, your heart skipping a few beats in your chest, as you stare up at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Pansy and I were just-" you start, but Draco cuts you off with a shake of his head, an exasperated sigh slipping from between his lips.

"No, I get it, I know damn well what you and Parkinson were up to. Teasing me like that... Yeah, you lot are terribly funny, aren't you? Think you're so damn clever." he retorts. Then, to your surprise, he leans down so you can hear him better, his smooth voice at your ear. "Trust me, angel. You don't need to play her little games to win my approval, not when you already have it."

With that, he takes a step back, smirking down at you. Any tension from before slowly eases up as he stands there watching you. And then his words sink in: his approval. You've... You've somehow miraculously earned the Slytherin boy's approval...? A faint blush colors your cheeks as you take a step towards Draco, tentatively reaching out to place your hand in his.

And he lets you, something that seems wildly, completely out of character for the cold, cruel, untouchable boy with the heart of ice. A heart of ice that has gradually started to thaw out, but only for you. Draco reaches out to stroke the side of your face with his thumb again, like before.

"What in Merlin's name are you thinking about, angel?" he asks, his voice soft and barely able to be heard above the music. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes, wanting to speak only the truth. "You." you confess, blushing again. Draco's eyes widen a fraction, before his smirk is replaced by a gentle smile, the same carefree one from earlier.

"Come on, you silly girl. Dance with me, Y/N." he says. And how could you possibly deny him, when he asks you so beautifully, so nicely? Nodding, you let him take the lead, the two of you dancing in time with the heavy bass of the music filling the Common Room.

You glance down at that ring on his finger again, and Draco laughs. "Maybe if you're extra nice to me, I'll let you borrow it, alright?" he says. Your eyes dart up to meet his, and he winks at you, a playful grin on his face. You smile back at him, a sort of comforting, peaceful kind of warmth settling deep within your chest. It was kind of funny, when you thought about it.

If anyone had told you a week ago that you would be dancing with Draco Malfoy, and flirting with him...! You would have told that person they were crazy, and to go wake up from the dream world they were living in. But now... Now it didn't really seem so impossible; maybe Draco wasn't truly as bad as people made him out to be... He couldn't be, not when he was this way with you, so nice and gentle and even a tad playful.

"Y/N, angel. Honestly, you think too much." Draco's voice sounds at your ear, pulling you back into the present. You blush, and bite your bottom lip to hold back a tiny smile. With his free hand, Draco reaches up to gently tug it free, his thumb lingering there just a little too long, brushing softly across your lip, before he places his hand lightly against the side of your face.

You lean into his touch, and that's when you see it, out of the corner of your eye: the faint dark edge of what looks like a Muggle tattoo, peeking out from the bottom of the left sleeve of his white button-down shirt. With a curious frown, you reach up with your free hand to push the sleeve of his shirt back, and Draco's hand suddenly tenses around yours. "Angel, please...." he murmurs, the music nearly drowning out his quiet plea.

Your eyes lift to meet his, and you're taken aback by how much pain you suddenly see within those blue-grey depths. Draco swallows hard, his jaw tensing just the tiniest bit as his gaze flickers to look back and forth once between his arm and your face. There's almost a silent plea hidden within the expression on his beautiful face, like he's begging you not to look, not to see what's hidden underneath the sleeve of his shirt.

"It's okay, Dray..." you whisper, before pushing the sleeve of his shirt up a little more, revealing the dark ink beneath. Your eyes widen a little as you stare down at it, at the instantly recognizable Dark Mark inked into Draco's pale, smooth skin. Pulling your other hand from his, you trace over the Mark with your fingertips, your breath hitching in your throat.

So it was true, then... What you'd once overheard Potter and his little Gryffindor friends speculating about. Draco really had become a Death Eater. But, surely he hadn't made the choice willingly...? Swallowing hard, you stare up at the boy, your heart pounding in your chest. And with one hand, you reach up to touch the side of his face, like he did yours.

"This doesn't change anything. You'll still always be the same arrogant, hopelessly attractive Slytherin that I've slowly found myself falling for tonight..." you tell him softly. You're not sure if he's heard you, but then one corner of his mouth lifts in a bit of a rueful little half-smile.

"I like the way you see me, little Ravenclaw." he murmurs, his gaze softening a bit. With that, he places his hand over yours, moving it down from his face to rest at your side, his fingers intertwining with yours. His other hand moves around to rest at your lower back, gently pulling you closer to him as a new song starts, something a little slower and sweeter.

The gesture is again, so completely out of character for him, but for once, you don't really care. You've grown quite fond of this side of Draco, within the short amount of time you've spent with him. Leaning forward, you rest your head on his shoulder, and you could swear you hear him murmur, "That's it, my darling girl..."

He pulls you a little closer to him, his thumb tracing soothing little patterns on your lower back, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, as the two of you dance in time with the music. All around you, a few of the other students have done the same thing, pairing up with one another and setting aside their differences for one evening, dancing like tomorrow will never come.

For all you know, it might well not. But that was perfectly fine. Because for one solitary evening, you had managed to actually enjoy yourself, to actually be able to let go and have some fun for once. And perhaps best of all, you had gotten to see a side of Draco that very few other people would ever get to see... The more vulnerable side of him, the playful, kind-hearted side of him.

With a sigh, you relax further into Draco's embrace, and to your surprise, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. You lift your head to stare up at him, a curious look on your face. "What was that for?" you ask. Draco shrugs, staring down at you, his mercurial eyes darkening a little.

"It's just... Well, because despite me not wanting to, I suppose I've found myself falling for you too, little Ravenclaw..." he murmurs, giving you a wry smile. You stare up at him in shock, before a tiny smile of your own slowly spreads across your face. "And here I thought you said tonight wasn't a night to get all sappy with our feelings?" you tease him in a whisper.

His smile disappears in an instant, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. "Yes, well, I take it back, okay? Don't make me get all hot and bothered like this, angel. It doesn't suit me." he mutters. You laugh, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Oh, on the contrary. I think it suits you rather well." you whisper in his ear, before pulling back to grin up at him.

His mouth twitches in a little smirk, before he suddenly leans down, kissing you gently on the mouth. The way Draco kisses you isn't like how Pansy kissed you earlier, not by any means. This is sweeter, more loving, more heartfelt. He tastes of green apples, peppermint, and Firewhisky, an almost heady combination when mixed with the scent of his cologne, which holds the faint notes of sage and cedarwood, and something a bit darker underneath.

You kiss him back, reaching up with one hand to lightly tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging softly. A hushed groan falls from his lips, and he kisses you harder, more urgently, almost like he's afraid he'll lose you at any moment. Likewise, you have the same feeling, like this is all just one big dream and at any minute, you'll wake up in your bed in the Ravenclaw girls' dormitories.

But no, it's not a dream, not at all. Draco's hand on your lower back tightens its grip a little, and he tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, biting softly. You let a quiet, breathless moan fall from your lips, and your fingers tug at his hair again. "Y/N, angel...!" Draco gasps out, before kissing you one last time. You release your grip on him, and with that, he pulls away to let the two of you catch your breath.

One look at him, and you know he's just as affected by the kiss as you are. From somewhere in the room, you can hear a few impressed whistles, but you ignore them, instead keeping your gaze fixed on the impossibly beautiful blonde boy in front of you. His cheeks are that faint pink color again, as he leans down to place one more soft kiss on your lips, before pulling back to gaze down at you.

"We just... That just-" he struggles to get the words out, and you cut him off with a nod. "I know..." you breathe. He lets out a breathless laugh, before tugging on your hand and leading you over to one of the couches in front of the fireplace. He sits down, tugging you down with him to sit on his lap, with you facing him.

"Tell me something, little Ravenclaw. Where does this leave us?" Draco asks. That word, "us", makes your heart react strangely, the beats becoming a little sporadic for a moment. With a nervous smile, you shrug. "Wherever you want it to." you answer in a whisper, staring down at him. He raises both brows at you, those ocean eyes darkening to an almost stormy grey color.

"You promise?" he whispers back, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, before letting it go. You nod, knowing full well that you truly mean it. If he in any way feels the same way about you that you now do about him, then you have a feeling things will work out perfectly. Indeed, Draco's face lights up in a soft smile, as he leans up to kiss you on the mouth again.

"And here I always thought all you Ravenclaws had a smart mouth on you. Guess I was wrong." he teases you softly. You smirk against his lips, trying not to laugh. "Oh, just you wait. We still do, you just haven't seen it, yet." you tease him back. He grins, kissing you one last time before leaning back against the couch. "There it is." he says with a wink.

You playfully swat at him, before lying down against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. Involuntarily, you let out a yawn, and Draco gently pats you on the back. "You wanna get out of here, angel? Go get some sleep? It's late, it's nearly one in the morning." he murmurs in your ear.

This is news to you; you didn't even realize just how much time had passed since you had first set foot into this party. You nod, and start to climb off Draco's lap, but he shakes his head at you, gently pushing you back down so you're lying atop him again. He then stands up, carrying you in his arms.

"Alright, let's get out of here, darling. You can spend the night in my dorm, it's far too late to try and sneak back into yours." he whispers in your ear. You nod again, suddenly too tired to say anything more. As Draco carries you towards the stairs, you notice Pansy standing over by Blaise again. She looks up then, her gaze meeting yours, and a light smile flits across her face.

She gives you a parting wave, and Blaise nods at you, a smile on his face too, as he also waves at you. You weakly lift one of your hands in a failed attempt at a wave, as Draco carries you up the stairs, towards his dorm. Halfway up the stairs, you let out another yawn.

Draco laughs softly as he walks down the short hallway, stopping in front of a thick wooden door. With one hand, he reaches out to open the door, before stepping into the room and closing it behind him. Almost instantly, the sound of the still-ongoing party downstairs is cut off, leaving you and Draco in a comfortable silence.

He sets you down gently on his bed, a fairly large four-poster adorned with satin sheets in the most lovely shade of dark green, and slowly strides over to the wardrobe by the window, opening one of the doors and taking something out of it. A moment later, he returns to stand in front of you, holding out one of his T-shirts.

"Here. You can borrow this, I promise it'll be more comfortable than what you've got on right now. My private bathroom is just through there." he says, gesturing towards a darkened doorway to the right of the room. You nod sleepily, taking the shirt and slowly making your way into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

As you get undressed and tug Draco's shirt on over your head, a sleepy little smile turns up one corner of your mouth. You glance at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, noting how Draco's shirt is just a tad too big for you, and your smile grows a little wider. Retrieving your dress from the floor, you turn out the bathroom light, exiting the room.

Draco is standing there by the wardrobe again, now wearing nothing but a pair of dark green boxers. He's facing away from you, but he turns around when he hears your footsteps. Your breath nearly hitches in your throat as you stand there, staring at him in awe. He's rather pretty to look at, all toned abs and muscles that look like they might've been sculpted by the gods.

He smirks when he catches you staring at him, and a faint blush colors his cheeks. "Don't look at me like that, angel." he murmurs, embarassed. You blush, before holding up your dress. "Sorry, you're just... You're something else. Um... Where should I...?" you start, trailing off at the end.

Draco nods towards the floor by the wardrobe, as he tugs a shirt on over his head. "You can just leave it there. We'll figure something out tomorrow morning. For now... Let's get our pretty girl to bed, yeah?" he says softly, taking a step towards you. You nod, another yawn slipping unbidden from your mouth.

With the gentlest of touches, Draco picks you up, carrying you over to the bed and setting you down. After climbing in beside you, he leans over to put out the bedside light, leaving the two of you in complete darkness. You can feel him hesitantly scoot closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and holding you close to him. "Is this alright?" he whispers.

Too tired to say anything, you simply place your hand over his, letting his fingers entangle themselves with yours. In response, Draco presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, before letting out a contented sigh. "Goodnight, little Ravenclaw. Sleep well, angel..." he murmurs. As you lie there in his embrace, your eyes gradually begin to close, until you're falling asleep, your thoughts filled with images of a smiling, carefree Draco...

"Morning, angel... Time to wake up." a smooth, familiar voice says in your ear. Slowly, your eyes open, and you yawn, stretching out with a soft groan. Someone laughs from beside you, and when you look over your shoulder to your right, you see Draco sitting there in bed, gazing down at you with a light smile on his face.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you roll over in bed to face him, smiling tentatively back at him. So it wasn't a dream, then. You really had spent the night with Draco Malfoy... In his bed. In his arms. Vague memories of the night before come flooding back, and you find yourself suddenly biting back a smile. You truly had let go and had fun last night... And confessed your real feelings about Draco to the Slytherin boy himself.

And he had confessed that he felt the same way. And then... And then you two had kissed. A faint blush colors your cheeks, and Draco laughs again. "What's on our mind this morning, darling?" he asks. With an embarassed little smile, you shrug. "You." you confess. Draco's face lights up in a smile, as he leans down to kiss you softly on the mouth.

"Yeah? Tell me all about it, little Ravenclaw." he teases you. You sit up, running one hand through your hair. "Oh, I'd love to, but don't we have classes today? It's Monday, right?" you answer. Draco's grin turns into a smirk, as he scoots closer to you, pulling you into his arms. "Nope. Today's only Sunday, angel." he says.

Oh... Then that means... Oh. With a relieved sigh, you rest your head on Draco's shoulder, beginning to tell him all about how you couldn't stop thinking of him. And as you do so, you can't help feeling extremely grateful for the day that lies ahead. Thank Merlin it was only Sunday...

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A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, but like... I REALLY wanted you guys to get that feel of being at a Slytherin party, to really be able to feel like you were experiencing everything firsthand. 😳 I'm hoping you lot enjoyed this one as much as I did, and that you want more fics like this one, in the future. Thanksss, guysss! 🐍💚

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#SoundCloud #draco malfoy x reader oneshot #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy x reader fluff #draco malfoy #draco #fluff #tw adult themes #oneshot #party for two #slytherin party fic #i feel like Slytherin parties would be so epic though #like... you just KNOW Blaise would DJ the whole thing #and Draco would be super reluctant to talk to anyone #unless they passed his vibe check #draco malfoy x ravenclaw reader #(sorry forgot a tag there)

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Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony's name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

"DRACO!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Draco didn't answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.

"Ebony?" he asked.

"What?" I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore.

And then… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

It was….Dumbledore!

THANK YOU, THIS WAS. ERY FUNNY TO WAKE UP TO