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SafeHouse || Fourteen
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"Oh, uh, he was just asking if I had a date" I said
"why? what did you say?" Draco asked me, turning his head quickly, to look at me.
"The truth, that I didn't, then he said the weirdest thing"
"What, ask you out to the ball and you said no?" Theo mocked
"No. He's going with Tracey Davis, He said that him and some others thought that I was dating one of you three! Who the hell in their right mind would think that!" I demanded
"Yeah, who would ever think that...ridiculous" Draco said quietly
"I know right, like you could actually get anyone with that face" Theo teased
"leave me alone, I've gone through enough today, I had to dance with Snape" I shivered making the guys burst into a fit of laughter at the memory. "Quit laughing! Its not funny- its traumatising!" I glared at them.
"I- I'm so s-sorry, its just soo ahh god" Theo said through laughs, wiping away a tear.
"Why were you late?" Draco asked
"I got lost" I shrugged
"You've been at this school for over a year, how did you get lost? How hard is it to find the Great Hall?" Theo said, blinking rapidly.
"I think we should leave the Hall now, I'm tired" I yawned and stood up to leave
"She's avoiding the question, but why?" I heard Theo say to them before standing up as well.
Walking out the Hall I saw Ron and friends walking up to the stairs
"Oi! Ron!" I called to him, He stopped, turning to see me
"Keira! Guess what, the best thing happened" Harry rushed to say
"What's up?" I asked
"Ron had to dance with McGonagall in dance lessons" He wheezed
"Merlin's beard, that is so embarrassing, did you twirl her like a gentleman?" I laughed
"What like Snape twirled you" Theo said from behind me, making me freeze
"Shut up Nott!" I barked at him
"What?!" Ron roared with laughter "You danced with Snape, that is so much worse!"
"Shut up, Ron its not funny!" I glared at him
"Yes it is! Wait till the others hear of this"
"Don't tell Fred and George, They'll never let it down!"
"I know, thats why I will, so they forget about me" He smirked
"I hate you so much, anyway, you got a date yet?"
"No, you ?" He asked
"No-"
"Hey, Keira Weasley? I was wondering if you-" A Hufflepuff boy in Sixth year started
"Can you see that we're talking here? Bugger off!" Ron told them "You were saying?"
"No, I don't either, why don't you just take Hermione" I suggested
"Can't, "apparently" she has a date" Ron rolled his eyes
"Excuse me, Ronald! I Do have a date!" She told him, huffing
"Oh really? tell me who it is then" Ron told her, Harry stood between them looking awkward
"You're joking!" Draco said "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball?"
"What, Jealous you couldn't ask Her? I would be honoured to take Hermione to the ball, You know what Rita wrote about her, I'm mad someone got there before I could" I said
"What! No, I'm anything but jealous" Draco said, I caught the light pink blush seeping through his pale face
"shut up then, You make it so hard to be friends with, Honestly" I rolled my eyes "I'll see you later" I waved to the trio before walking back to Theo, Blaise and a pissed off-looking Draco.
"Wait, do you guys have dates?" I asked when we neared the Slytherin Common room
"Draco does" Theo stifled a laugh "Don't ya mate"
"Shut up" Draco snapped, glaring daggers at him
"Who?!" I asked eagerly
"Parkinson, asked her whilst they were dancing" Blaise smirked
"What about you, Blaise, Theo?"
"I'm going with the ever so lovely, Daphne Greengrass" Theo grinned
"My dance partner had a date, your dance partner" Blaise shrugged
"Wait! I know" I said
"What?" Blaise looked at me quizzically
"Why don't we just go together? We both don't have dates"
"Yeah because you practically turned half the school down" Theo muttered
"sure, why not" Blaise smiled at me "Be my date, Weasley?"
"Why of course Zabini" I curtsied.
•
Christmas day was finally here, Jumping out of bed, I grabbed the pile of presents, For me but also the ones I planned to give to the three and rushed for their dorm.
"Christmas!" I yelled to wake them up when I burst in, Causing Theo to fall off his bed
"Shut up, Weasley!" Draco groaned, rolling over
"What time is it?" Blaise asked
"Early, wake up!" I said
"Keira! What the hell, you scared the shit out of me" Theo shouted at me
"Okay, I have presents!" I said with the extra sparkle of jazz hands
"When did you get them? We're always with you" Blaise asked
"Guess not, This one for Blaise, this one for Draco" I dropped his presents on his bed before shoving him to wake him up "And this one for Theo, Hurry up and open the small one's first!" I said "Draco, wake up or God help me, I'll hex you so bad"
"Fine! I'm awake!" he huffed before reaching for the presents
"What the hell" Theo stared at the Silver chain necklace I had got him
"Hm, I got a bracelet" Blaise smiled at the Silver bracelet.
"I got a ring" Draco looked at the Black Ring
"Are these...Friendship bracelets, rings, necklaces?" Theo asked, looking up at me
"No. we're not that close, Just open the other presents" I gestured at the other presents
"Okaaay, I see what's going on" Blaise said after open his smokey green coloured notebook. Draco had opened his forest green notebook and Theo had juniper green.
"Just shut up, last ones"
"Hey! I got you these for Christmas last year" Theo said after opening his presents contains his favourite sweet filled socks.
"D'you wanna explain, Weasley?" Draco asked
"Well after not telling me about the presents last year I decided to get my own back and get you guys contrasting, now we are all equal and I wanted to get you all different things and things that I thought would suit you more, Theo you look like a chains guy- no, not in that way- stop it! But Draco, you are definitely a ring sort of guy and Blaise has nice wrists"
"I have nice wrists?" Blaise asked
"Yes, now let me open my stuff then we can go breakfast" I said, grabbing the present from mum "Open yours" I waved them off to their own piles from their families.
"What is that?" Draco looked at my jumper, dropping a present from Narcissa
"My mum made it, It's her thing, One bad word And I will take it all back" I glared at him, slipping the green jumper over my head.
"You can't do that, It's mine now" He told me, fiddling with the ring on his finger.
"Mince pie? Mum makes them, they are just the best!" I offered the large pile
"Your mum sounds amazing" Theo sighed, diving in
"She is, You'll definitely have to meet her one day" I said
"I want one" Blaise said reaching for the pile.
"Breakfast time" Theo clapped his hands together
"Hang on, I need to get my siblings presents from my dorm" I jumped up to leave
"Why didn't you just send them?" Draco asked
"Because I like to hand deliver gifts, I feel it makes it more special and personal and everyone's actually here this year and no one's mad at each other, I'll meet you in the Hall." Then I walked off.
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"Merry Christmas!" I Cheered to The Gryffindors "I have presents" I dropped one first in front of Fred then George, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny.
"Oi, Do I get one Weasley?" Seamus shouted over the table
"Do I know you?" I faked confusion, the key to pissing a guy off was pretending they are irrelevant to you which he sort of was.
"Shove off Finnegan" Ron told him
"So, you all got dates?" I asked my brothers
"Yeah, you know Angelina, wicked Chaser" Fred gestured to the beautiful dark skinned girl In Gryffindor "Even Ginny managed to get a date, Didn't you Ginerva?" I turned to See Ginny quickly who's face turned to match her hair
"Who?!" I asked her
"Neville Is taking her" Ron rolled his eyes
"Awe, Gin thats great, now you can come to the ball with us, George, who you taking?"
"Well, It was between Katie and Alicia, so of course I took Lee" George grinned at his best mate
"I love you baby" Lee cooed
"Marry me sweetheart?" George asked
"What about you two?" I asked Harry and Ron
"Yes actually, Twins" Ron said
"I'm taking Parvati" Harry Said looking nervously at the girl giggling with Lavender Brown
"Ron's taking my Twin sister, Padma from ravenclaw, do you know her?" She asked me
"No" I flatly before turning back to the guys "good for you guys, Hermione decided to crack yet?"
"Nope" Ron rolled his eyes "What about you?"
"Oh, I have a date, We all know him, We all love him, and he is quite dashing, I give you... Blaise Zabini"I pointed at the Slytherin table, who coincidentally him, Theo and Draco were already staring in our direction
"I beg to differ about us liking him" Ron grumbled.
"You're taking Zabini?!" Parvati asked me "He is so fit!" She squealed to Lavender
"Isn't he just" She squealed back, I felt like something was drilling into my brain at the horrendous noise
"See you guys later" I waved to my friends and family before leaving to my table to have some breakfast
"That took forever" Theo groaned when I sat down
"Thats what she sai- Sorry" I stopped myself
"Why were you pointing at us? what were you talking about?" Draco asked
"They were just asking who my date to the stupid ball was" I shrugged, biting into a piece of toast "Oh, Blaise, you have quite the admirers in Gryffindor" I giggled
"Ew, don't make me sick, I cant tolerate them with their stupid hero complex" Blaise rolled his eyes.
"Literally my whole family are Gryffindor" I blinked
"Well you don't see us hanging out with red and gold, do you?" Theo said
"Point taken" I nodded.
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After sitting around the fire in the common room, lazying about and eating sweets, we were back in the Great hall having lunch.
"If you both have dates, does that mean it's just me and Blaise tonight?" I asked Theo and Draco
"Why don't the six of us just stick together" Theo said
"because I'd rather not spend my time with Parkinson thanks, No offence Malfoy, And I don't really know Daphne" I shrugged
"But you share a dorm with her" Blaise said
"Do you see me ever talking to her and the other girls? I only sleep in there, the rest of the time I'm with you dickheads" I said
"Alright, calm down on the name calling" Theo told me, feigning hurt.
"Keira!" Fred called, him and George walking over
"What do you both want?" I asked
"Why do you assume we want something?" George asked "Zabini"
"We hear you're taking our Sister to the ball" Fred said
"Yeah I am" Blaise answered
"Is he a better dancer than Snape?" Fred asked me, wiggling his eyebrows
"He told you" I whined "I'm going to kill him"
"Ah ah ah, Save that anger dear sister" George told me, before him and Fred looped their arms through mine to pull me up
"What, where are we going?" I asked them
"We need another person to make it even" Fred said "Bye Sssslytherins"
Turns out they had brought me into their snowball fight.
I was the Sixth player, the other five being Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry. Hermione chose to sit out.
I as well as the others was covered in snow, I could barely feel my fingers when Hermione had said she needed to go and get ready for the ball at Five O'clock.
"What, you need three hours?" Ron had asked, stopping what he was doing to look at her, Giving George the perfect shot to throw a large snowball at the side of his head. "Who're you going with?" He yelled after her
"You do like to make your jealously seen, don't you Ron" I laughed, throwing another snowball at his back
"Shut up, Keira, I'm not jealous, I just want to know who he is" He glared
I had decided to leave half an hour after Hermione to get ready.
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Walking into my dorm, I was surprised to see The other Girls in there, Davis, Greengrass, Parkinson and Bulstrode were all putting on their dresses and styling their hair.
"Hey, Keira!" Greengrass greeted me
"H-hi" I waved to her.
"So who are you going with to the ball then?" Davis asked, grinning as she continued to braid her hair
"Oh, I'm going with Blaise, we both didn't have dates" I shrugged
"lucky, I couldn't find anyone" Bulstrode sighed
"I wonder why, Millie" Parkinson rolled her eyes "I of course am going with Draco, after all, we are destined for each other" She jutted her chin out, grinning.
"Keira, you're close with Theo, do you think he will like this dress, the colour?" Greengrass asked, Gesturing to her dress
"It looks wonderful, as do you, I'm sure he will love it" I smiled before walking to my bed to get ready, Pulling my dress out
"Woah, that's beautiful, where'd you get it?" Davis stared at my dress
"Uh- I don't know, It was a gift with no name" I shrugged before slipping it on.
"Well it couldn't of been your family, Salazar know's they would never be able to afford anything as nice as that" Parkinson said
"I don't know whether to take that as an insult to my family or a compliment to my dress?" I said honestly, whilst curling my hair with my wand, a spell I had learned in a book Hermione had told me about.
"We should take a picture!" Greengrass had said gleefully.
"I can take it for you, If you want" I offered as she held up her camera
"Oh, thank you so much, girls come on" She waved them over to pose, Parkinson tried acting as though she were a model, pulling the most ridiculous faces. Bullstrode blushed as she stood behind the other three girls.
"Smile" I said before clicking the camera a few times, during the first one Davis had told a joke, making the other girls laugh.
"Brilliant, you all look amazing" I said, handing the camera back
"Wait! Trace, we should do Keira's make up and, your hair looks so nice curled, but what if you grabbed two strands and did- look I'll show you" Greengrass said as her and Davis walked over to my bed. Greengrass did as she was saying, Picking up strands of my hair to twirl and pull together at the back of my head, whilst Tracey made work of Adding blush and light colours of pink, matching my dress on my eyelids
"Did you receive shoe's with that dress?" Parkinson asked me, my eyes going wide
"No, I completely forgot to even think about that!" I said "I was gonna wear my trainers to be honest"
"Lucky for you, Mother sent me a collection to choose from, and I think I have just the pair to go with your dress" She said, catching me off guard.
"Don't act so surprised, Keira" Davis laughed "We're not as bad as your brother and his friends like to say" I caught the blush on Parkinson's cheeks as Davis mentioned my brother. Weird.
"Yeah, so you don't need to avoid us you know" Greengrass said "Although we are aware on how close you are with the Three leaders of forth year Slytherin"
"The what?" I let out a laugh
"You know, they practically rule our year, house and below, Just wait until we're in seventh year, they all come from the wealthiest and most influential families, haven't you noticed how everyone looks up to them and follow their lead"
"No, I just see them as the three weirdo's I decide to spend my time with, they're more annoying then anything" I shrugged
"Awe, You're so gorgeous, I love your necklace, Keira" Daphne said, taking a look at me and admiring my snake pendent when she finished "You and Your little sister are just angels"
"What?" I laughed
"Guess it make's up for your eleven brother's" Pansy rolled her eyes
"I have six brothers" I corrected
"Hey, have you seen the twins in sixth year, My oh My, they're funny and have the looks" Tracey said, making the others laugh.
"We need more Pictures" Daphne said reaching for her camera once again "Keira, come and get in it" She said
"But who's going to take it?" I asked
"Come on, Weasley, Did you forget we are literally attending Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry? We have magic" Pansy said, waving her wand
"Oh, right, yeah" clumsily walking over in the heels pansy had lent me.
"Ready?" Daphne said before clicking the camera. And we all smiled at the camera before Tracey made us crack up once again.
I guess the Slytherin Girls weren't all that bad.
After the pictures, I had slipped out to go see the guys.
Knocking on the door just in case they were changing.
"Who is it?" Theo yelled through the door
"Theo, my ears!" I heard Draco shout at him
"It's me, who else would want to see you gits!" I said
"Come in, Keira" Blaise said.
I pushed the door open and walked in. Draco and Theo stopped their bickering and the three of them just stared
"What? do I look ridiculous- quit staring at me!" I told them
"Woah!" Theo said
"Shut up!" I blushed furiously "You lot don't look so bad yourselves" I admired them in their dress robes, they all wore black. I walked in the room, slipping a few times on the ruddy shoes
"Are you wearing heels?" Draco asked as he caught my arm before I could break my ankle
"Yes. Pansy let me borrow them, and I am beginning to regret it" I bit
"Hey, at least you're not so short" Theo joked
"Sorry, we can't all be lanky string beans like you, Nott" I glared at him.
"Pansy, huh, and what happened to you not tolerating any of them" Blaise chuckled
"That's before they helped me get ready" I said "Are you all quite done with the Ridiculous questions, Blaise, shall we go?" I asked him
"I would love to" He bowed jokingly before looping his arm around mine, Draco letting go of me
"Please don't let me fall and embarrass myself" I looked up to him with a pleading look.
"Of course not" He smiled warmly.
"Oh, the girls look amazing, Be nice to them!" I glared at the other two.
"Since when did she start caring" Theo said to Draco, rolling his eyes before following us.
"Where did you sneak off to" Tracey laughed when we met her and the other girls in the common room
"Went to see the guys" I said, letting go of Blaise's arm to join them "Hey, Miles" I greeted the boy holding Tracey's hand
"Hi, Keira, nice to see you again"
"I want to get some more pictures!" Daphne exclaimed, using Engorgio on her camera which she had slipped into a tiny bag on her shoulder
"Come on, Daph, I think we have already taken enough" Pansy rolled her eyes
"No, I want to get a picture of the four of you" She said, nodding at Theo, Blaise, Draco and I "After all, you do spend all your time together"
"Oh, I don't know, shouldn't we be leaving for the ball?" I said
"No, we still have a while, its either this or waiting in the entrance hall" Miles unhelpfully said
"Come on, Weasley, the camera won't hex you" Theo said before pulling me in so I being the shortest was in the middle of Blaise and Draco, and Theo being the tallest was stood behind me, his arms slung around Blaise and Draco. Blaise had an arm around my shoulders whilst Draco opted around my waist.
Daphne clicked a few, when we had made different facial expressions and relaxed more.
"Amazing, I'll get them all to each of you soon" She said.
"You can't walk in heels, can you?" Pansy asked me when I stumbled away from the guys
I blushed profusely, before shaking my head "No"
"That's okay, we can help you" Daphne said "Look, come over here and we can teach you, right, Pan?"
"Yes, I don't want Weasley embarrassing us" She rolled her eyes, before they led me to the sofa's
"Look, most of it is with confidence" Daphne explained
"And you want to use your hips for balance, switching the weight from side to side" Pansy said "Like this" And she instructed, walking around the sofa.
"Okay, that seems simple enough" I said before trying to do what they showed me
"There you go!" Daphne cheered "You're a natural"
"Practise, Weasley" Pansy said.
"Are we ready to go, Ladies?" Theo asked
"Hey, Theo" Daphne said to him, smiling widely.
"Daphne, you look nice by the way" He told her
"Is it bad that I'm exhausted already?" I whispered to Blaise, making him chuckle
"We're all used to such events, With our families and stuff" Blaise said.
"really, when?" I asked
"Whenever you weren't staying over at one of our house's there was a ball, Draco didn't want you coming so He managed to convince Narcissa to plan them when you were with your family"
"I should be offended, but I'm secretly relieved?"
"Oh, don't worry, Narcissa adores you so she's already planned to have one when we get back from Hogwarts" He grinned
"Great..."
I was stood with the other five as we waited for the door's of the Great Hall to open
"There's Ron and Harry, I'm gonna go say hi" I told them, and they all scrunched their faces up at the mention of the duo.
But I ignored it and walked off to my Twin brother and his friend.
"Ron, Harry!" I said to them
"Hi!" Ron said grumpily before turning around to look at me, his jaw dropping "What?! Thats not fair! You got that whilst I got this?" He said , pointing at his dress robes
"It's not my fault, I don't even know who sent this to me" I said furrowing my brows
"H-hey, Keira, You L-look lovely" Harry said, blushing
"Cheers Haz, d'you know where Hermione is?" I asked
"No, We haven't seen her since she left at five" Ron rolled his eyes.
"What a delight you are, Ron, Cheer up before you ruin Padma's night, I best be getting back to my own date" I said before walking back to the group, Just before McGonagall called for the Champions
"Grumbling Gargoyles, Is that Hermione With Krum?!" I asked
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my opinion is adding on to ur opinion about zuko's arc which is YES def one of the best in TV history been a while since I watched atla but 2 things that stand out abt why it hit so hard - #1 is how even tho his family life was so miserable and it explained why zuko was the way he was, they didn't make him out to be the victim and they found that balance between sympathizing with him + not pitying him + holding him accountable for mistakes he's made along the way (unlike for example snape in HP who's entire bitter/resentful existence was apparently justified bc he was with the good guys all along like come ON, where is the self accountability) #2 is how they showed so MANY ups and downs in his life, and just when you started to think yess he's good now, something in him would switch and he'd go back to his old ways again. let's get spiritual for a sec, tell me that's not EXACTLY what it means to try and tame ur nafs, as ugly as the struggle can get, the beauty is in not giving up and picking urself back up every time you fall and ALSO omg I'm realizing as typing this - so the whole series was building up to the day when the comet would strike right? it's been a few yrs since I watched so I don't rmbr exactly but there was some day it was leading up to, so let's continue with the religious parallel theme, let's say that the comet day represents death, so as long as we sort ourselves out and are "good" before we reach our end, that's what counts. like yea you can slip and fall as many times while you're alive but u have to rmbr there IS a deadline bc that's how human nature is, without a deadline there is no external pressure urging us to be good and we're stuck in this cycle of fluctuating b/w good/bad so long it kind of tears us apart - and now tying it back to zuko's arc, zuko effectively had a حسن الخاتمة aka a good end because he became good because it was too late and in time for when it really counted!! I hope I haven't lost u lmaoo pls also share ur thoughts on this would love to hear them
If ur a fan of atla please take a few minutes to read this
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Maam, pls, I have only read like 3 Austen books 😭 I do not know these strange men. All I know is Darcy and Knightley and Tilney 😔 pls pardon my ignorance
okay SO
Frederick Wentworth is from Persuasion and his letter is one of the best things she ever wrote. I am half agony, half hope, being one line from it. I highly recommend the book and also the 1995 film (not the 2022 one). Also the 2007 film.
Edmund Bertram is from Mansfield Park; I personally wouldn't particularly recommend the book, but the miniseries is good. (I liked the book, but only bc I already knew the miniseries. Also Mrs Norris should disappear forever please and thank she is a monster to poor Fanny.) Edmund's character is fun, and he's so in earnest, especially the way the miniseries plays him. It's really good.
Colonel Brandon is from Sense and Sensibility. The book was decent, but not as good as the film (also 1995 I think? The one with the Really Good Elinor, anyhow, and the guy who played Slope as Brandon (oh wait he also played Snape iirc) also Edward Ferrars is from the same and he's good fun too).
your ignorance is pardoned :) it would be nice if you read or watched them someday but obvs I can't force you!
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Your account makes me feel bad for disliking Snape..I don't know why I dislike him but he's making me uncomfortable (probably because he reminds me of my former rl French teacher who was HORRIBLE). PLS I NEED HELP UGH
Damn… I don’t know if this is a good thing or not.
I mean, it’s good that I’m making you reconsider, but I don’t want to make you feel bad about disliking him.
It’s fine if he reminds you of someone horrible in real life, we all have our biases. It’s only a problem if you try to use “I had teachers like Snape and they…” in arguments since you’re supposed to judge the characters objectively.
Snape’s bullying of Harry and Neville hits wayy too close to home and sometimes it genuinely upsets me. That’s also one of the reasons why I consider his treatment of Harry and Neville the worst thing he’s done (yes, even worse than him joining the DEs, the guy fought for the light side for 17 years so I really don’t give a fuck). But all that doesn’t stop me from loving Snape, at least he was hilarious in his bullying (and as I grew older I found it funnier and funnier).
Please don’t let my blog make you feel bad about disliking Snape. It’s completely fine if you dislike him, anon.
Have a nice day! <3
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elanon again and jsut finished reading book two!!
some thoughts (other than the important ones) I couldn’t put in my other ask is here
I’ll just get this out of the way, my ao3 original story thing has a new summary and new prologue BUT i will be changing the prologue again soon, to a much better one ☝️
Editing is hard but we push and push
chapter one might be two to three weeks later
moving along,
Salazar Slytherin I dont know if it’s confirmed he started the classism or not, but he did say the basisilks will kill whoever is unworthy sooo I think that that guy is a real family man 💀
‘I’m not gonna specify what I mean by unworthy because my family is always right!’
anyways Harry is either desperate for approval or just a very ambitious guy like ‘my arm is broken and i could die if we don’t guve up the match’ and he WINS goddamn
Also the foreshadowing is insane frl
(about tom)
“maybe he killed mrytle” -ron
AND IT TURNS OUT HE KILLED MYRTLE
also no one suspecting snape? understandable
I really wish there was more done with the parasel tongue
i understand why the teachers went to evacuate instead of rescue first because it did say ‘her body will lie in the chambers’ and no one knows where it is with barely any rumors to hint (except Myrtle but everyone was freaking out)
so I can tell why they sent Lockhart to ‘fetch the body’ while evacuating everyone else
also how did tom know about Aragog?
😳😳😳😳😳
Hagrid voldemort ex best friends real???
also tom sounds like a fucking loser
cant even talk to the principal 🙄🙄
IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED FOR THE THIRD BOOK
thats all! Tell me if u want updates on that
Have an galactic day 🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌
HEEYYYY 😌 congrats on finishing
Can’t wait to see the update on the prologue!
Yes, editing is hard but we must persevere! 😤
AH can’t wait until you post the chapters 🤩
Salazar 🤔 I’ve seen so many metas on his intentions and none of them stuck to memory 😭 next time you update I’ll hopefully have an answer about that
Imma go with ambitious 🧐 Harry had a lot of ambition! Another good Slytherin trait if I do say so myself 😌
AND YES! I LOVE some good foreshadowing! That’s one of the reason why I read/watch things multiple times, because I look for foreshadowing that I might have missed the first time
The parseltongue! I agree, they should have really did something more with that 🤩 that would have been epic
Yea, the best method is evacuate first in most situations. Like you said, nobody knew where it was so the best option was to get the rest of the children to safety and then figure something out
platonic Tom x Hagrid! Snap snap people! Make it happen 🤌🏽
Not you calling Tom a loser, I’m dead 💀😭 pls
And OFC I want updates! I want updates until you finish the WHOLE series. I’m dedicated to your dedication
Have euphoric day ✨
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I know your anti-HP but the Kylo discourse reminds me of that time a group of people tried to argue to me that if I thought Snape didnt deserve redemption then Dudley (a child that was raised in an abusive/neglectful household, was raised to believe/act in certain things/ways, grew up to realise his parents were wrong and started to attempt to make changes to his behaviour and be nicer) didnt deserve it either. Characters that show regret and remorse deserve a chance at redemption. Others dont.
... anon, idk if I understood the last two things right (i mean if it’s what you think or what the ppl discoursing with you think), but as far as I’m concerned, distancing myself from any hp related implication here because idk idc and if I never hear snape discourse in my life again it can’t be too late so idc about this specific discourse, tldr:
irl people who fucked up and want to do better should be given a chance to. not necessarily by the people they hurt and if they committed a crime they should pay appropriately before, but if they want to? they should have the chance. not being written off as lost causes;
people who aren’t Good Victims ™️ shouldn’t be refused help or compassion just because they don’t react the way they were supposed to;
this thing about whether redemption is deserved or not is a wording that is... weird because like, you get that if you want to do better but like it’s not a question of deserving or not, you don’t do better out of wanting to get the good place points, you just do it and if you do then welcome to the club;
narratively, obviously it depends on author decision - if the author wants X redeemed then they will be and it most likely will have a narrative where X feels remorse for his actions or has a chance to make up for his wrongdoings, if the author wants Y to just be a negative character who doesn’t redeem themselves then Y won’t have that narrative;
now, I think people should be objective about things, in the sense: you can like a character that the narrative had decided is not redeemable or is written as such (let’s go for someone that won’t cause me drama, idk, RAMSAY BOLTON): you can write your fanfic about how that person gets redeemed if you want to, but if you tell people they’re idiots for not wanting ramsay to be redeemed you’re not going to look that great because 99,9% of the audience won’t want ramsay to be redeemed as he’s not written as such. on the other side, if you hate a character (kylo ren FOR ONE) who is blatantly written to be redeemed because he was and it was obvious since tlj at least, you can write your fic or do your hc where he never redeems himself but saying that he’s the worst objectively or that kylo fans suck because they like a horrid character that you don’t want redeemed is useless and just digging yourself into a grave because canon is going there and you can’t do shit about it. like, if you don’t enjoy where canon is going you’re better off making peace with it and writing your au instead of being an ass to people who disagree with you;
now this also goes with the ‘please for the love of god look at the narrative’ angle because honestly denying what the narrative is blatantly telling is not paying anyone any favors and again, you can 100% choose to ignore it but twisting it won’t work (example: I don’t gaf about jon/erys and I wasn’t too big on its canonization but the moment it happened I didn’t spend months twisting the narrative so that it would say what I wanted it to say ie that jon/erys was doomed - it was canon, I just didn’t write it in fanfic nor thought about it beyond what I had to see and ignored its existence when I could and I didn’t go to ppl shipping jon/erys informing them of why I thought S7 was written like trash - why would I?). you can do whatever you want with the characters but like try to keep a healthy divide between what the narrative says and what you want for them and be an adult about it.
now: i haven’t read hp and idc for reading it nor watching the movies but if both s/nape and the kid in question were written to be redeemed because she wanted them to then they were because it was her story and she wanted them to be and idg why people are still arguing about that twenty years later but that’s another problem entirely. if person X doesn’t think kylo ren deserved redemption too bad the narrative had decided he was getting that since the beginning and it’s not about whether he deserves it or not, it’s about what the story is saying. as far as I’m concerned as long as you want to be a good person/better person/do good things in life you should be given a chance to prove it. in literature it’s up to the author. but like one thing is what you want for the character and what the author wants and how the author writes it bc if they’re good it will leave readers satisfied or at least not feeling like they were taken for idiots, if they’re not it’s going to be bad writing. that’s literally it. and I wish this redemption discourse didn’t feel like we think you buy it at the supermarket and/or there are standards for it and if you don’t meet them then whatever.
also: you can hate a thing and recognize it’s well written. like guys ian tregillis’s milkweed tryptich had a last book that took each single choice I didn’t want it to take and I hated what happened to all of the characters......... but that trilogy was actually so well-plotted, tight-knit and well thought and thematically sound that even if I hated everything it chose to be I still can recognize that it was good writing because it made sense, the plot held up and my personal dislike for it and for the protagonist as a person didn’t make it a bad book. or you can like a thing and recognize it’s terribly written or trash or a guilty pleasure. it happens. it’s fine. and when it comes to kylo discourse... it was an obvious redemption narrative with a character that was written to be sympathetic which resonated with some people and not with others which was eventually written badly because it didn’t pay off and 85% of this movie was an insult to the viewer. that’s literally it. and it’s 2019. like... it’s time to let it die especially when he redeemed himself. XD
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DEFENSE MECHANISM (nolan booth)
(Gif not mine)
AN: i tried my level best to keep this gn. So i avoided fem/male pronouns to the best of my abilites. Pls lmk if i unkowingly added some.
(Pardon my grammar. Eng is not my first lang)
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What about a Nolan Booth (Red notice) Reader insert, Where the reader is a fellow theif who wants the eggs jsut for the sake of having them, This creates a sort of rivalry between her and Nolan but its friendly and they work with eachother and Yeah, Shit happens and then they kiss and live happily ever after
You were sipping your (stolen) wine when you got an anonymous call, saying that someone was actually trying to steal the eggs of cleopatra. The eggs were what brought you into this line of business but you gave up when you couldn't find the 3rd one. You sold the other two eggs which set you up pretty nicely and funded your future "projects". When you got news that the third egg was being hunted down, your curiosity got the better of you. Who was the person who knew the location of the third egg?
THAT FUCKER? NOLAN FUCKING BOOTH? OF ALL PEOPLE IT HAD TO BE H I M ?
You wanted to curse every single being in the universe. Sure he was hot and good loking and incredibly sexy but he was also annoying, a bitch and a know-it-all. He had constantly managed to ruffle your feathers and make fun of you. You guys were initially good friends but there was a time when you guys almost kissed. That kind of caused Nolan to back off from the friendship you had and he started the whole "lets make fun of the only friend i have so that i dont have to actually tell my feelings thing." Ofcourse you knew this but you were still pissed that he wouldnt let you back in.
So naturally, when you got the tip off that he was helping anothet thief steal the egg, you tracked him down because you knew, Nolan would blindly walk into danger and then throw sarcastic comments as a defence mechanism. You wouldnt admit it, but a part of you whished he would be happy to see you. The other part just wnted to see the look on his face wheb you stole the egg from him.
(Time skip i'm so sorry)
You pulled your mask further down your face as you stood among Das' group of men. You eyed Nolan and saw him holding the egg. There was another woman and man with him and you couldnt help but feel jealous at the sight of them. Both of them were well built and you felt small in comparision. Shaking off the feeling, you jumped into action as tge car chase started. You drove the green army tank and almost caught up with Nolan before another tank hit into yours. The break meant Nolan and the others sped off. Sighing, you looked around for something that might help you. You found a map of the place and realised that the only escape in their direction was jumping into a pond. Smirking to yourself, you ran the opposite direction, and waited for the prize to fall into your hands.
(Another Time Skip I'm sorry >_< >_<)
You stood behind the bushes and waited for Nolan to get out of the water. You saw him climb out, hair stuck to his forehead and clothes stuck to his body, showing off his well - built structure. You snaped yourself out of your hungry gaze when you realised that he had been double conned by the bishops. You saw them handcuffing Nolan to a tree and running away. You stood in your spot for a few more minutes before making you way towards him.
"Miss me?"
The look on his face was far better than anything you couldve ever imagined. Oh how badly he wanted to kiss you.
"What're you doing here? Like seeing me handcuffed, do you?"
Ah there he was. Back at it again. The defence mechabism kicking in. You simply shrugged.
"Oh yes. It makes me want to do things" you replied, stepping closer to him. His eyes flickered onto your lips before looking into your eyes.
If he wasnt going to do it, you would. Besides, there wasnt anywhere he could run now, was there?
You smashed your lips onto his, and he reciprocated. You ran your hand along his chest and rested them behind his neck. When you broke apart for air, Nolan heard a click and fell his cuffs falling off. He looked over at you, impressed, before pocketing them with a wink.
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Ok so you made a list on they guys toxic traits. How would they react if the MC just snaped one day and broke out into sob because of what they did and say to them and the MC calls them out on it pointed put how Diavolo doesn't do or say the shit they do and hes full blood demon unlike them all in a croaked voice from crying so hard
React to MC Calling Them Out on Their Toxicity
Obey Me Brothers x MC angst HCs
Warnings: Yelling, toxic relationships, breakdowns, violence, Mammon being the guardian he was assigned to be :)
Summary: When MC finally breaks down and calls them out on their toxic behavior towards the human the boys finally realize just how different human emotions are from the creatures in hell they’ve grown so accustomed to.
I’m putting the contents of the original post this ask referred to under each of the characters to make it clearer for those who have not seen it
i know Lucifer is hot sexy big sex dominant professional daddy master man BUT please remember he shows his love via punishment and cruelty towards his family
- Lucifer was in the middle of hanging a crying Mammon upside down when it happened.
- “He’s in pain Lucifer, you should let him down! There are better ways to handle this,” MC had suggested only to be met with a low growl followed by:
- “Stay out of this, human, you are here to attend RAD and nothing else. Do not butt into our personal business.”
- He could practically feel MC’s upset expression as he continued to tie the knots around Mammon’s body
- “I’m a human, correct,” MC starts and he’s startled by their cold voice, “but what makes me human is my inability to stand by while someone I know is in so much pain!”
- Lucifer is a bit taken back by their boldness and is in his demon form holding them up by the throat in seconds.
- “Who the Hell do you think you are?!” He snarled, tightening his grip and pushing their struggling body against the wall harshly, causing their head to bounce off the wall with a loud thump, blood slowly beginning to trickle from the sight of the impact
- He could barely hear Mammon’s frantic cries for him to let go of the human as his adrenaline rushed, unable to believe that the human had actually spoken to him like that,
- He was suddenly ripped away from MC, thrown across the room and he looked up to see Diavolo had come
- “I had some paperwork I wanted to give you but instead walked in on you taking advantage of your strength over someone smaller than you, you’re pathetic,” Diavolo snarled, disgusted by Lucifer’s actions
- MC wailed and threw themselves against Diavolo, him tightly embracing them and trying to soothe them
- “Y-y-you’re the Lord of Demons and yet,” they sniffled and hiccupped into Diavolo’s chest as he continued to glare at Lucifer, who could only watch on in despair as he realized what he had done, “and yet you a-are so mu-uch kinder than them, th-thank you Diavolo!”
- “Wait, MC! I’m sorry!” Lucifer began to stand before realizing Mammon had managed to escape and was now holding him down, preventing him form moving toward the trembling human.
- “Lucifer... I don’t want to see you ever again!” MC had cried as Diavolo and them left the house.
- After MC was brought to the demon lord’s castle he received word from Barbatos that he had been suspended from his duties until further notice per the request of Diavolo.
- Barbatos also collected MC’s stuff, moving it to the Demon Lord’s castle where they would spend the rest of the year
- Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to leave his room, afraid of his brothers’ judgmental looks, he refused to see how much he had hurt the family and the relationship with the human he’d done so much to care for in just a matter of thirty seconds.
- Lucifer never forgives himself for hurting MC, but he acts like he was in the right for the sake of his ego.
- But he really missed MC and was angry with himself for letting them go so easily and for not just accepting that maybe they were right and he could change for them
- Everyone notices a decrease in the cruelty he showed towards his brothers
- how did a human manage to stir up these feelings within him?
I know Mammon is an adorable tsundere with a chaotic streak BUT please remember he also insults MC in order to keep up his own self image of being a “tough demon” even if he loves MC underneath the mask
- Mammon had been on his way back from getting scolded for stealing from Lucifer’s wallet once again, when he ran into MC
- “Mammon! What’s wrong? Are you Okay?!” He hastily wiped the tears from his face, MC really cares about me... a blush rises to his cheeks at that thought
- “Nothin’ is wrong, mind yer business,” he shoves past them
- “but you’re clearly hurting, Mammon let me help!”
- “I don’t need help from a stupid human,” he says, not turning to look at them due to his still red cheeks as he continued to be flustered by their concern for him
- “Stupid human....” he heard MC say quietly back to themselves, his heart sinking as he realized he said it so harshly
- “Hold on-MC- I didn-” he starts but is frozen in shock as he sees the human glaring at the floor with tears streaming down their cheeks, biting their lips to keep sobs trapped inside themselves. “MC, hey liste-” He reaches out to touch their shoulder but they jerk away turning from him.
- “Not even the demon who is meant to be the cruelest of them all calls me names for wanting to help him,” their voice trembled and his heart broke, “I just wanted to help... why do you insist on insulting me?”
- MC ran away from him, leaving the house, passing Asmo and Satan as they left.
- Satan chased after MC as Asmodeus walked up to Mammon, slapping him across the face harshly, “why can’t you just be honest with them for once?! Don’t you realize how badly you’ve been hurting them because you refuse to be nice to stroke your own ‘bad boy’ ego?!”
- Mammon stared at the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks silently, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt them,”
- “But you did. Not to mention you never even apologize for it,” Asmodeus walks away, leaving Mammon to stand alone, shamefully hanging his head as he fell to his knees.
- The one person who ever cared about him and he did nothing but insult them and yet still expected them to love him? What a douchebag he was...
- Guess he was nothing but a greedy scumbag
i know Levi is a cute blushy otaku recluse that we all want to top BUT he also gets jealous very easily which leads to him often getting violent or guilt tripping MC by insulting himself until they feel guilty and stay with him to make him feel better despite their own wishes
- Leviathan had jus ordered a new game titled “I just landed in Hell, seven hot demon lords are my roommates and I’m trying really hard not to fuck them”
- He rushed towards MC’s room, desperate for them to play with him
- He walked in without knocking and saw MC cuddled up with Mammon and Beel, watching some movie that none of them seemed to actually pay attention to as they just horsed around.
- “Hey, MC! I just got a new game, come on let’s go play it!” he tried not to let his jealousy show.
- “Ah, maybe later Levi, I’m hanging out with Beel and Mammon right now!” MC smiles kindly, to which he grows a bit sad
- “I get it... who would want to hangout with a yucky otaku like me anyway...” he lowers his head pouting
- “Levi, just give me a few minutes to finish the movie!” MC says, still trying to be kind and patient
- “No you don’t have to... I’m just going to go play alone like the loser I am...”
- “DON’T” MC stands up, Beel and Mammon watching as MC walks up to Levi, thinking that the human was going to go with him and play
- Levi smiles thinking the same thing and gets ready to leave, but instead MC comes to him and glares at him, making his heart sink
- “You do NOT get to guilt trip me like that,” MC growls, “I told you I need a minute, I never said any of that stuff and I KNOW you were saying that stuff just to get me to come with you instead of staying here,” Levi blushes as MC calls him out, his heart beating rapidly with nerves as he realizes just how mad MC was at him
- MC pushes him out of their room, slamming the door and he hears them mumbling some angry stuff to the other two brothers behind the door
- Ashamed of himself he goes back to his room and locks himself there for a few weeks, kind of waiting for MC to come check on him and apologize, but then he realizes that is exactly why they are mad at him, so he decides to try and get his shit together
- But his anxiety gets in the way and he decides MC would be better off without him and he tries to avoid them no matter how much he craves their attention
i know Satan is an intelligent man who is trying his best to keep his anger in check at all times BUT if you are in a relationship where someone is getting mad at you constantly despite their efforts pls look out for yourself and let yourself be selfish and avoid the person no matter how bad it may hurt them because your own happiness should come first
- After a fight with Lucifer, Satan had gone to his room to blow off some steam
- He was storming around and throwing things and throwing a temper tantrum
- MC came to check on him and they knocked politely, calling his name and asking if they could come in
- Despite using their manners and being as respectful as possible; their interruption of his tantrum pissed him the hell off
- He swung the door open and pushed them down, eyeing them like a normal demon would; nothing but an innocent soul to munch on
- MC tried to escape but he caught their ankle, and dangled them like a rag doll as his claws sunk into the limb he held
- He could see their mouth moving and tears streaming down their face but he couldn’t process the words they were wailing
- He only stopped when Mammon punched him harshly, causing him to drop the human and go flying through the nearest wall, which happened to be Asmodeus’s, who was infuriated by the destruction of his room, but his focus immediately turned to Mammon and the trembling human he held
- Satan could barely hear or see much of anything anymore as Mammon’s punch had knocked him nearly out-cold
- Later when his senses came back he went to MC to apologize
- When he walked in they screamed and cowered in the corner.
- “MC, I won’t hurt you I promise-”
- “You always say that! You promised to never hurt me, Satan! All I wanted was to see if you wanted anything to help you calm down but you decided that was reason enough to try and eat my soul. For fuck’s sake, Diavolo is the Demon Lord and he isn’t half as cruel and manipulative as you are!” He watched the human tremble and cry their response out
- The loud noises had once again caught the attention of the humans guardian for their time in the Devildom
- Mammon walked in and grabbed Satan by the collar, dragging him out the door and slamming it behind him
- Satan sat against the wall and could hear how much pain MC was in as they cried to Mammon and he wanted nothing more than to run in there and take his place but he knew he had royally fucked up
- Scared of his own anger, he decided to not leave his room unless he was attending RAD, family meals, or the Library, because he was so afraid of making the human he had loved afraid and he didn’t want them to feel so much pain just by seeing him
i know Asmodeus is a cute feminine boy with a love for self care and pampering and fashion BUT he always be littles others for not being as good or pretty as him and is super gossipy
- MC had come to school after a sleepover with Asmo, where things got deep and emotional and MC’s most shameful secret was revealed to him
- and he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. he really wasn’t going to but...
- MC noticed the weird stares followed by giggles of the succubi at RAD, clearly whispering about MC which made their stomach feel sick
- MC wasn’t sure what the deal was today until a succubus came up to them at lunch,
- “hey human, i heard that *insert your most humiliating memory*” she snickers with her friends, watching mc turn pale
- Unable to form words MC bolted out of there
- Unluckily for Asmodeus, MC just do happened to run into him
- “Ah! MC, dear, be careful or you and I will both ends up bruised-“ he’s cut off by a slapping sound
- he’s in so much shock he doesn’t even realize MC had slapped him for a few seconds
- “I should’ve known better than to trust you with my secrets.” MC growled, turning around to storm off, “Guess I forgot you were a demon. No, demons are like Diavolo, they at least have some itty bit of kindness in their hearts. You. You’re a monster.”
- Asmo watched them storm off and felt tears come to his eyes
- They were right, for once he had someone who loved him for more than power, looks, and sex, and what did he do? He hurt them and destroyed their reputation.
- He eventually fell off of his skincare routine and stopped coming home every night, instead, he was too busy partying and passing out in strangers’ beds and being glad the demons and succubi who dances with him and slept with him didn’t care for his personality
- cuz he knew his personality was the one part of him that was ugly as hell and he hated it
i know Beelzebub is a gentle giant who cares for his entire family BUT he also throws tantrums that hurt people when he gets hungry and isn’t given food asap
- After his sports practice, he was starving and on edge
- He hungrily eyed a strangers’ meal as he and MC walked home from the campus
- “Beel, don’t even think about stealing that poor demon’s food,” MC scolded him, unknowingly lighting a fuse inside of him
- He shifted to his demon form and grabbed MC by the shoulders harshly
- “Well what else am I supposed to eat?! Do you want me to eat you?!” He shook them, making them whimper out in pain as his claws dug into their flesh
- “B-Beel, you’re hurting me!” MC cried out, but he was too hungry to care and leaned in, about to take a bite out of the poor human before he felt himself get pulled away and pin against the ground
- “Beelzebub, just what in the Devildom do you think you’re doing?” Lucifer’s chilling voice snarled at his younger brother, a crowd forming to watch the two demon lords fight
- “I’m HUNGRY!” Beelzebub went to strike Lucifer, but instead, MC being MC, grabbed his arm to try and stop him, causing him to fling them against the wall, them hitting it with a loud cracking sound, blood pouring out from the back of their head as they rubbed it
- Seeing them bleed made him more hungry but then he saw the look of despair and disappointment that he had seen on his younger sister so many years ago and he snapped out of it
- “MC!” Lucifer rushed to the human’s side, picking them up gently and giving Beel one last cold look before flying off quickly to the Demon Lord’s castle, where Barbatos would be able to heal MC
- Beelzebub felt his hunger dissipate, instead, the guilt eating away at him as the sight of MC’s despair filled eyes flashed through his head
- When MC returned later that night he went to apologize when he heard them in the kitchen
- “MC,” they flinched and whipped around, immediately using one hand to grip their head as dizziness struck them for a moment, the other hand out in front of them in a defensive manner
- Beel’s heart broke and he felt tears starting to form as he started to approach them, intending to hug them comfortingly
- “STAY RIGHT THERE!” MC yelled, their pact forcing his feet to stay planted where they were
- “Y-you don’t have to apologize okay? I should have known better than to scold a monster,” he winced at the word but let them continue, “But that said it isn’t entirely my fault. Every other demon in that plaza could smell me and didn’t pounce me, they had better control than that. Even when I go out alone nobody attacks me! Hell, even the Demon Lord himself isn’t cruel enough to attack me I-I just, please, stay away from me Beel,” and when they looked up he had tears streaming down his face and he was biting his lips to keep from crying
- As badly as they wanted to comfort the crying boy, they knew that they would be putting their own safety at risk if they were to forgive him and make him think he would be so easily forgiven
- Beelzebub suddenly started to stop feeling hungry as every time his stomach growled all he could see was the image of himself about to bite into MC and he would start to feel sick to his stomach
- He doesn’t forgive himself and gets really depressed because he thinks MC’s pain is his fault just like Lilith’s death
i know Belphegor is a sleepy baby with a love for pranks and mischief BUT he literally killed MC but as soon as he found out they were a descendant of his little sister he suddenly just flipped a switch and didn’t even really apologize
- MC was sleeping in the attic next to Belphegor, tossing and turning as a nightmare filled their head
- They could practically feel his claws wrapped around their frail neck snapping it and laughing as they faded from their body
- MC sat up panting and screaming, Belphegor waking up and rubbing his eyes sleepily as he wrapped his arms around MC
- “NO NO NO GET OFF OF ME STOP IT” they continued to scream, flailing around in his embrace, he refused to let go though, convinced they just needed a hug to comfort them from whatever had scared them so bad
- They began to sob hysterically, their voice screaming out for Mammon
- Panicking he continued to hold them in place, afraid if he let go they’d sprint off
- and he was right, they bit his arm and he pulled away as they stood up and sprinted down the hall
- “MC WAIT” he chased after them, worried they’d get hurt
- As they saw the door of their guardian (Mammon), they called out his name
- Belphegor placed a hand over their mouth, worried about the others waking up, but it was too late as Mammon and Satan had both been woken by the cries of the human
- “HELP ME MAMMON PLEASE” MC sobbed, Belphegor sending a panicked and hurt look to his brothers
- Mammon pushed Belphie away as he took MC back into his room to calm them down
- After a mini-argument with Satan that ended up getting shut down by Lucifer, he went back to bed
- The next morning he saw MC was sitting at the breakfast table and he smiled at them, only to watch them shoot a look to Mammon, who then pulled their chair closer to his own protectively
- They all ate in silence, the awkward and tense atmosphere keeping anybody from starting a conversation
- After everyone else left he went up to MC and cornered them, covering their mouth to keep them quiet so he could say what he needed to
- “I already apologized for everything so why do you still need to freak out whenever you see me?!” he asked, annoyed that despite his apology for killing MC, they still felt uncomfortable around him
- They slapped his hand away, “You didn’t really apologize. You only apologized because I’m a descendant of your dead sister, you didn’t apologize to me, MC, you apologized to Lilith,” MC shoves him and starts to walk away from the stunned demon
- “Its kind of funny that despite all the problems I’ve caused for his program, Diavolo has never tried to kill me.” MC says before finally making their exit
- Belphegor gets lost in his own thoughts after that, as he finally realized that he had been seeing them as a replacement Lilith rather than themselves
- even if he wanted to try apologizing again, he was unable to as Mammon became more and more protective of them, shooing Belphie away with dirty looks anytime they were in the same room
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I just came across your blog and I love your writing so much. Can I request where reader and draco are in a secret relationship so she likes to tease him in public by flirting with guys!? And he gets like so possessive and fucks the living shit out of her 🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️
Consequences.
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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.
a/n : thank you for requesting! this was so fun to write! <3
this is one of the most excited things she got when she signed a deal to be in a relationship with the one and only, draco malfoy.
they have been secretly dating for 7 months and the fact that no one know about this, making the adrenaline of getting caught more exciting.
y/n loves how draco would treated her like she is the only girl for him, which is true. but she also likes how she would seek a chance of getting him worked up when she gets on his skin then she would get what she wanted.
like now, it was no different days but she decided she would add some fun today, she loves when he goes rough with her in bed and now she makes sure she would get it without having to look desperate.
y/n smirked as the brightest idea popped up in her mind. draco is the type of jealous and overprotective boyfriend, so why doesnt she proves it today?
she admit she was kinda scared when she saw the angry version of her boyfriend but she loved it at the same time. she likes to tease him, knowing he cant do anything.
and if this how she would get what she wanted then she would take it.
she walked out of her dorm and run downstairs, she knew draco already waiting for her in the great hall. it would be the perfect chance for her.
her eyes looking for the blonde haired guy as soon as she entered the great hall and she found him already looking at her, his eyes were telling her to sit near him,
but no, not today.
y/n took a seat beside theodore nott, a friend of draco who would always take his chance to flirt with all the girls who passed by him.
“hey nott, you’re looking good today” y/n raising her voice a little bit louder on purpose, draco who sat across them already fuming at her flirty voices.
“hey y/n its all you, looking hot as always.” she laughs although its not really funny, she cringed at the way her laugh sounds but play it along when she heard a thumped sounds from a fork dropped to the plate.
y/n continues her flirting with theo touching his arm and laughing about his jokes until it was time for their class. she looks at draco’s red face and give him a wink and a smirk.
“what the fuck is up with your bratty behavior today?” draco asked as he walks past her, he makes sure no one was looking in their direction.
“who are you calling brat? because i’m for sure not one.” y/n replied giving him her sly grin before she runs to the class not giving him the chance to answer her.
they were sitting next to each other in potions class, draco tried his best not to distracting the class by calling y/n’s name at any chance he got but she was still ignoring him and told him it was nothing.
“baby, did i do something wrong?” she swore she almost wanted to stop all her game when she heard the intonation in his voice but she decided to be stubborn.
“its nothing draco i promise” y/n shoots him a smile reassuring him, the least she could do right now.
professor snape called out and announce that they’re gonna make a new potion and have to partner up with someone and when he listed her name with harry potter, she couldnt get more excited as she look at draco and shot him an apologetic smile.
“hey y/n, could you bring the ingredients i’m still working on how to make this properly” she nodded at harry’s order and get the ingredients immediately but not before taking a look at draco and swaying her hips on her way making him glared at her.
“here, harry. so, what’s the first step?” y/n asked and do what harry instructed.
she keeps asking him not-so- important questions to keep their conversation going but to make it worse she touched his arm on purpose and twirling her hair.
draco behind her already watching every move she made.
but whats make draco more mad is when they finished the potion and y/n jumped happily as they successfully made the potion and give the chosen one a tight embrace.
draco stormed out of the class balling his fists up, anger radiates off of him making all people passed by him to back off a little. y/n noticed this right away feeling guilty and decided to follow him but he was nowhere at the sight.
she was still looking around for draco asking people if they’ve seen him but the answer is no.
until a cold hand grabbed her wrist harshly and pulling her in one of abandoned class. she yelped when the person lock the door and put his hand on her mouth to muffled her scream.
“you did that on purpose, dont you, brat?” y/n rubbed her thighs together as she recognized the deep voice behind her, its draco.
“now you gonna have to stay quiet and be a good girl for me while i teached you some lesson, yeah?” she only nodded at him cant speak as his hand still on her mouth.
“for the whole day i’ve been wondering what i did wrong to make you act like an ungrateful brat. but all i see now is that you just need to be tamed, right?” draco whispers into her ear guiding his free hand down to the bottom of her skirt after y/n gives him a nod of permission.
he sneaked his hand under her skirt and put it in her panties rubbing her cunt getting her aroused then he pushed in his fingers into her without warning making her body jolt out.
“you just wanted to be fucked braindead, yeah? what a dumb girl” his hand still remain on her mouth not trusting she would be able to keep her voice down.
y/n put her hand on his hand that were buried deep inside her and pushing his fingers deeper into her starting to fuck herself on his fingers making him chuckle.
“think you deserve to cum after what you did earlier, hm?” draco said taking all the control in his hand and starts to thrusting his fingers deeper and faster.
his long fingers abused her cunt just like the way she needed and when he curls them inside she screamed, luckily his other hand still covering her. she was squirming there and then under his touch.
y/n rolled her eyes back in pleasure when his fingers meet her spot and pumping into it over and over again.
draco feels her walls clenching around him and quickly pulled them out of her leaving the girl whining.
“think about the consequences next time, princess.” draco turns her around and pushes her chest against the wall, placing her ass right in front of his crotch.
“i’m sorry i’m sorry draco! please i need to cum.. fuck me please dray punish me!” y/n finally let her voice out as his hands are too busy roaming around her body.
a hard smack delivered to her ass making a loud sound causing her to whimpered at the sting.
“stay quiet princess or i will not consider about giving you the chance to cum” she shuts her mouth instantly as draco unbuckled his pants letting it falls to his ankle.
y/n cant help but letting out high pitched moan when his hand came in contact with her marked ass again and when he pushed her panties aside finally lining up his cock against her entrance.
“now you will remember who you belong to.” draco said as he slammed all of his cock inside her, pounding into her right away not giving her time to adjust.
“oh fuck! y-yes dray..” y/n moans out loud which earned her another slap on her sore ass.
“quiet, brat” she tried to hold her moan by biting her lips but it just slipped off of her especially when his tip hit her spot.
draco’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, groaning quietly as he let himself disappear inside her going in and out of her with snaps of his hips, each time it gets harder and faster.
he roughly squeezed her breasts through her shirt making her shirt ruffled and messy before letting his hand down to circling her clit.
“make yourself cum, y/n.” he slaps her sensitive clit a few times making her writhed, ripping her orgasm through her body, she doesnt care anymore when she moaned his name out loud.
“feels so fucking good” with the last thrust, draco stilled and shoots his thick cum into her non stop, painting her walls white with his liquids over and over again making the girl moaned when her panties became sticky.
draco pulls out and put his pants back on. he stared at her fucked out body before turning her around to face him and quickly pressing their lips together kissing her passionately.
“next time just ask me if you want your needy pussy to get pounded hard by me. dont you dare do that stunt ever again.” y/n nodded at his words giving him a cheeky grin. sweats running through their bodies.
and when they opened the door, all the students that passed by giving them a weird look, draco smirked at them before pulling y/n back into a deep kiss.
“mine.”
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pls i love this one-
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༄ being best friends with remus lupin headcanons
pairing; platonic remus lupin x gn!reader
warnings; none
request; hi :D please could i request gender neutral headcanons for being young!remus lupins best friend or something along the lines of that. thank you :))) - anon
a/n; remus lupin best boy <33 of course you can angel,, i hope these are okay - they were super fun to write! thanks for the request! i’ve never wrote for him before so pls be kind <33
although remus loves the other marauders to pieces, there’s no doubt in his mind that you are his best friend
you just click with each other, he can’t explain it even if he tried
you guys are just besties ig <3
you will be roped into the marauders' mischief, it's inevitable
but luckily you have the protection of remus who refuses to get you in trouble for their schemes
a teacher's coming? remus grabs your arm and sprints off down a corridor with you, ignoring the other boys' shouts and protests
he's also great at lying on his feet to get you out of things
moony will not let you get a detention okay
making fun of james, sirius and peter together is a huge chunk of your friendship
of course it's all friendly - mainly - and it's more just to wind them up than anything else
you best believe he'll try to partner up with you any class he can
he trusts that you both can work well together whilst still having fun
asks you to study with him cause sirius and james don't take it seriously
yeah, he complains the entire time and huffs and moans about how much work there is, but you both get it done and have a relatively good time in each other's company
if you're seated together in a lesson - good luck
remus whispers so many sarcastic comments under his breath to you
it's very hard to conceal your laughter
if you aren't in gryffindor, he is constantly bringing you into their common room
look, its objectively easier to get into than the hufflepuff and ravenclaw common rooms, and he isn't the biggest fan of the slytherin common room thanks to snape's presence, so it will have to do
if you're on the quidditch team?
he's your biggest supporter
james can and will pout over this
helping him after a full moon is a usual, even if it's not physically, you just like to be there with him to remind him you care and give him some comfort
he's very appreciative of this
hide and seek in the castle. that's it.
teasing him when he becomes a prefect is also a thing
sharing vinyls!
you guys are constantly sharing new music with each other and seeing what you like (and don't)
frequent hogsmeade trips
he's great at comforting you!
he somehow always knows when you want to talk and when you want to be distracted, and he's more than willing to do whatever will make you smile again
remus is just. the best person to be friends with.
first marauders post kinda nervous- i always get scared w fandoms that aren’t dps because characterisation always trips me up but oh well! <3
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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2
PART 1
Summary: PART 2 ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone.
Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death
Words: 4.9K
A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif.
It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day.
He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.
“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.
It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.
In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.
“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.
“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”
“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”
Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.
You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.
Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.
“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”
You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you.
There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream.
Your brain didn’t know any better, right?
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.
My Dearest Draco,
How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf.
I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.
Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants.
I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon.
All my love,
Mother
He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.
As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.
He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him.
“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”
His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.
But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you.
So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.
“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.
“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.
“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”
You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”
“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”
And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.
“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.
“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips.
You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt.
You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.
A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.
“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”
The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face.
Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.
“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.
You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.
“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”
You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went.
You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.
“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”
Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.
“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”
By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.
A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done.
Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.
You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.
“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”
It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.
It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.
“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”
Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.
You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.
You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror.
“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.
“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.
“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”
She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.
The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.
Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.
“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.
It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.
Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.
He had told you he loved you.
The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance.
You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.
His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness.
The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get.
Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.
Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips.
“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing.
He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.
“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”
You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.
“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”
The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant.
“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”
Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.
The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.
“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”
“Not in a million years, darling.”
PART 3
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tbh the idea that if you don't immediately drop everything to do w the harry potter fandom then you're endorsing jkr is a little.....yikes...bc i guarantee i could find a similar interest of anyone who says that who ALSO is directly connected to someone horrible
bc once you start That mess it's a never ending cycle of not enjoying anything until others tell you you can - UNTIL they tell you you can't and then you never liked it anyway and now you're harassing anyone who does, and then just rinse and repeat
like that's not activism that's just doing stuff for progressive "woke points" and doing things just to try to make yourself look better than everyone and retconning any interest you had in the series with "i never liked it anyway, totally, pls believe me" which is super popular nowadays bc it's better to be visually "unproblematic" and squeaky clean than to actually do anything productive about your so-called activism
bc why do that when you can just pretend to do it and harass anyone who doesn't know the current lingo and how to appear the most progressive (all the while hiding the things that aren't as progressive under your bed and pretending they don't exist and you don't even like them, anyway, so you Gotta harass anyone who does bc how else with the world know how good you are??)
like...i don't financially support jkr but fuck you if you're gonna take a comfort fandom ive been in since i was 14 just bc she's a piece of shit that ive never supported even when reading the series
like me running a snape sideblog isn't helping jkr and quite frankly im tired of every few months having Another round of "this is why we have to stop liking the hp series guys!!!" - like if you thought that was connected to supporting her directly you would have gotten rid of the series years ago when you got older and re-read them yourself instead of only waiting until you could pressure others into giving it up while im pretty sure you yourself still like the series in some way, just on the down low so you won't be harassed about it
in short, this is the Exact same conversation that happens every few months and at this point if doing that did anything it would have happened by now, so instead maybe use your time in a productive manner by like helping out yourself or donating to a charity or something actually worthwhile
i know we overuse the phrase "chronically online" too much but every time this happens that's just what it is
#god im just tired of those posts like if insisting that did anything it would have Happened By Now#at this point its pretty clear its just to look good and better than everyone else without actually doing any work other than harassing#people and acting better than them#long post
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ok im done screaming about kolya ill talk abt the cover because im also chuuya trash
it's pretty obvious that that's a reference to chuuya right? him being in the sheep, once upon a time, all that. also not to have an skk moment but those flowers look like red camellias(associated with dazai and chuuya canonically)
what crushes me is the way it's drawn, harukawa sensei drew the skull to look like it's crumbling, it looks so brittle. it also looks like it's being corroded from the inside, making way for the flowers to bloom. it looks infected.
i think it reflects chuuya right now, as a mindless pawn. it's so heartwrenching that someone so capable like nakahara is simmered down to just another "piece". of course it's terrible that all the other characters with their own lives have to go through this whole war, but chuuya(and the pm) especially.
there's this thing i call the Snape Effect (it's an actual writing thing, i just forgot what it's officially called) that tells writers to basically craft an incredibly human and "quirky" character(likely an antihero), someone with values, morals, friends, enemies and feelings, then kill them off. it makes a death more tragic (this is why Oda's and Aku's death is especially hard to get over, because we saw them as people, we followed thru their experiences only for that all to be cut down)
now whether the authors of bsd created chuuya with SO MUCH depth just to reduce him to a vampire because of popular demand, or because of their own plot, im not rlly gonna comment on. bottomline is that chuuya is as developed as a character can get.
for him to just be fyodor's "power move" is so unfortunate.
but !! im not yet done
it's been mentioned on twt by user @/rum_skk that fyodor's card might be Akutagawa(unlike what one would think—chuuya, because he's very clearly fyodor's pawn atm). while i cant really make out what's on the card(pls tell me if u can!! are the colors inversed??), i agree that it might be aku.
the key to decrypting Harukawa-san's covers is symmetrical symbols, most of the time. it's a thing in graphic novel and manga cover designs. artists need to convey as much as possible about the volume without spoiling anything. they only get one page, so how do they do it? symbols, and oftentimes, symmetry too.
BSD is a plot-heavy story, there's thousands of references that can point to a character or a scene: apples, bandaids, the colors red and blue, yin and yang, etc etc. By drawing those symbols that reflect an opposite context on the other side of the canvas, Harukawa-san maintains the "good and bad" narrative that BSD is going by.
you guys can actually see this in most cover pages/color spreads of BSD, Harukawa sensei loves this technique and i think it's endearing. It's seen with Aku and Atsu(black and white), the PM and ADA's Aura(red and blue), etc.
no back to the picture, here's the main symmetries i can point out,
there's also the (possible) throne angel thing, that supposedly looks over humans and their morals, on the center with one of its swords impaling the sheep skull.
maybe the Throne Angel and Chuuya's symbol being on the center with no symmetrical partner hints that there's a plot hole with Chuuya being just another pawn? maybe the fact that Nikolai and Sigma are looking at Fyodor and Dazai respectively implies which "side" they're on?
^^tbh i dont think Fyodor's gonna die this round, that's gonna be SO unfulfilling and it leaves so many knots untied. As for Dazai, while I think there's lots more bs he needs to take care of, if one of them is gonna die it'd be him.
This might be a stretch and FAR too much over analyzing, but i think there's no way this thirty minute game(which fun fact!! is the quickest recommended duration for one chessgame) will be either of these crazies' undoing. Wouldn't that leave so much plot holes? "why would Nikolai let Fyodor die like that, didn't he plan to use Sigma to find out his ability?? if Fyodor dies, who's gonna keep coercing Fukuchi into world domination? if Dazai dies,,,, well,,,, erm,, who's gonna say sorry to Akutagawa?"
i think Asagiri will pull another twist, like the light snow theory on twt, that would somehow save both these menaces from the poison.
#bungou stray dogs#bsd predictions#nakahara chuuya bsd#cover interpretations#poly overanalyzing eyerolls#bsd volume 22#i wanted to add things about Sigma too#and why his name is like that#buuuut ill wait till i have a bit more info abt em#tldr BSD creators are both nerds good for them
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Mute. | N.L (Part 3)
in which the reader doesn’t talk, and neville finally changes that.
warnings: bullying, swearing (lmk if there are more!)
word count: 3,504
okay final part hahaha i just really love protective neville PLS
PART 2 HERE!
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neville cursed her name as he walked at their meeting spot.
‘damn her for being so amazing.’
if he thought he couldn’t get y/n off of his mind before, this was completely different. y/n was the only thing that ran through his mind. it had gotten to the point where he couldn’t even sleep without dreaming of your face, and your small giggle that he loved so much.
and that smile. that fucking smile.
merlin, he was head over for y/n y/l/n.
the last couple of weeks the pair had hung out almost every single day. at first, y/n went back to not speaking the first couple of days, but finally, neville brought up a story about how he almost fell off of the moving staircases, and she laughed and told him a similar story.
it had only been just the two of them, and neville couldn’t seem to get enough. on days when they wouldn’t hang out, he would just sit in the common room, bored out of his mind. only having thoughts of you and what you were reading the library that day.
as neville looked at his watch, he felt something poking his arm. he turned his head, and met eyes with the girl of the hour,
“oh, hey y/n.” he greeted her sweetly, a smile forming onto his face. he couldn’t help but to always smile when he was around her, he assumed it was just the comforting energy that she gave off.
“hi.” she responded shyly, still getting used to talking all the time. “your tie is messed up...”
neville furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, attempting to snap himself out of getting lost in how gentle her voice was. but he finally looked down at his tie, and chuckled nervously,
“oh, didn’t even notice. thanks,”
she smiled lightly at him, feeling warmth go to her cheeks. in the past few weeks she had gotten to know neville, she realized that she may have developed her first ever crush. she loved how he spoke, how much emotion he put into every word he uttered. and plus, he was absolutely adorable in her eyes. she started to wish that she had met him sooner. but, she also had to remind herself that neville would never fancy her. even though he wasn’t the most social himself, people still liked him. and how on earth out of all the girls that he could be with in this school, he would choose her?
it was simple. he wouldn’t.
the pair began to walk to the great hall, like they had done together almost every morning. y/n informed neville that she had in fact done some research on gillyweed,
“i think it could come in handy at some point. like, in this one poem i read, this boy was trying to find treasure at the bottom of the ocean, but it was really deep and—“
y/n looked over at neville, and noticed his eyes. she quickly stopped her rambling, “never mind. that’s dumb...”
neville almost let out an audible scoff at her words. he wanted to listen to every word she had to say for the rest of his life. “no, keep going. i’m interested!”
y/n hid her face behind her books once again, nervous to show her small smile. “it’s okay. the stuff i read isn’t that—“
“y/n.” he stopped her, and she looked up at him once more. “just keep talking.”
she reluctantly nodded, surprised at how the tone in his voice changed. but, she kept talking anyways.
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as the two arrived into the great hall, y/n automatically began to walk away from neville. she hated the thought of him being seen with her, and being made fun of for it. plus, she couldn’t bring herself sit with him and his friends.
neville watched as she walked ahead of him, and he frowned. he had offered to give her a seat beside himself, dean, and seamus, but she turned it down. he had an idea of why, but that didn’t mean it bothered him any less.
“wait, y/n!”
y/n stopped on her feet, and turned her body. he walked up to her once again,
“you should sit with me today,”
the simple statement made y/n’s body tremble. no. she couldn’t. she wouldn’t.
“i don’t like seeing you sit by yourself. and, i like to think you’re my... fri—friend now.” he stuttered out, not too keen on just being her friend. “it’s only me a couple of my friends. i promise.”
y/n glanced up at him, and then at the four boys who were sitting where neville usually sat. when she looked at him again, she shook her head.
“i-i-i can’t...”
neville sighed, and pushed her books down so he could fully see her face.
“you can, y/n. i promise.”
for one moment, y/n felt as if it was just the two of them. that this great hall, they had it all to themselves. maybe they would slow dance to no music like she had read in one of her novels. maybe he would kiss her and whisper how beautiful she was in her ear.
a girl could dream.
y/n looked back at neville’s friends one more time, still terrified. but, the look on his eyes assured her that she would be okay.
“um... o—okay.”
he smiled widely at her, teeth and all. and he grabbed her bag, and started walking towards the familiar seating area. y/n sighed, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen. she began to over think as she approached the boys. they hadn’t even noticed her yet, too busy talking about what boys talk about.
neville set her bag down on the table, and noticed harry and ron sitting with dean and seamus,
“hey guys, where’s hermione?” neville asked,
“not sure. studying for a test today or something like that. i don’t usually keep up on—“
ron had begun to answer, but when he looked up, he locked eyes with a familiar figure. his eyes went wide a bit, and he hit harry’s leg under the table. harry then looked up, and smiled at the girl.
“hey, y/n. how are you?”
y/n was a bit shocked from harry’s question, as he was one of the only few people who had ever attempted to speak to her. they shared plenty of classes together, and y/n always felt bad for him when they got paired up for an assignment.
the name rang throughout seamus and dean’s ears, and they looked up as well. she sent them a small wave, still keeping her mouth closed.
she sat down beside neville, listening in on the small chatter between the five boys. but, she decided on reading her herbology book instead. neville wasn’t going to put any pressure on her to talk to them, but he just wanted her to have some company at breakfast.
as time went by, y/n’s nerves seemed to come to a halt. she was too lost into her book to even understand what the boys were saying.
“what book is that?” seamus asked her suddenly, and she looked up at him through hooded eyes. he didn’t necessarily expect a response, but he couldn’t help but to let his curiosity take over.
she flipped the book up, showing him the front cover, “merlin, don’t tell me longbottom has gotten you into reading books about plants!”
the boys chucked, and neville scratched his neck in embarrassment. y/n simply shrugged at the irish boy, still a bit scared to respond. she then reached her hand over to grab a piece of toast, and they watched her intently as she did so. it was the most human thing that they had ever seen her do besides reading a book.
dean furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at her wrist, “that bracelet is really cool. where’d you get it?”
neville looked over at her, seeing the way her face dropped from dean’s question. y/n looked back at him, hoping to get some sort of comfort. and of course, he provided her with just that. he nodded his head, encouraging her it seemed.
“erm...” she began, mindlessly playing with the same bracelet, “m—my mum... she m-makes them...”
seamus’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets, as well as the other three boys. she had just talked. they felt like they were looking at a blue moon,
“that’s cool! maybe you could get your mum to make one for me?” dean joked, flashing her a toothy smile. y/n smiled back at him, but quickly looked back down to hide her face.
neville nudged her side, and got closer to her ear. “i think you’re doing pretty good.”
the compliment made her cheeks warm up even worse, and the rosy color had to be visible at this point.
for the rest of breakfast, y/n didn’t read her book. she sat up, listened to the boy’s conversations. she even corrected seamus’s grammar at one point, to which he said:
“she talks once and now she’s trying to teach me how to speak!”
neville was about to kick his friend under the table, but stopped when he heard her giggle from the joke. the other boys joined in with her, and neville eventually.
y/n finally felt like she belonged somewhere. and for once, she didn’t mind not being alone.
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as the school day went by, students attended their classes, y/n had never felt more happy in her whole life. and, it was noticeable from other students. she didn’t speak, but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
y/n skipped out potions, relived to finally be free from professor snape’s grasp. she wanted to go the library and research quidditch. all of the guys had been talking about it earlier that morning, and y/n realized that she knew absolutely nothing about it. she had never even been to a match before.
but, what y/n didn’t know, is that her day was about to change drastically:
“hey, mute!”
y/n stopped in her tracks, already recognizing the taunting voice. she chose to ignore him, though. she kept walking, but she only heard the sound of fast footsteps behind her. she then saw a familiar fluff of white hair, walk in front of her, stopping her once more.
“what are you reading? “how to properly speak?”” malfoy joked, leaning over to read the covers of her books. “oh! a quidditch book, huh? you wouldn’t happen to fancy one of the quidditch players would you now, mute?”
y/n shook her head, as that wasn’t the truth at all.
“i saw you talking to longbottom earlier, today. you guys would make a great couple. the lard and the mute... ha! quite funny, actually!”
y/n of course didn’t respond, only looked down at her feet.
“i’m quite parched, mute. how about you?” y/n looked up at him, and furrowed her eyebrows.
malfoy had always said the most random things to her. she was surprised he was even in the top rank of their class. he was a blithering idiot in her eyes.
“pumpkin juice?” he asked, but it sounded more like an offer.
and in that moment, y/n felt the feeling of liquid pouring onto her head. it began to fall down her face, onto her clothes, just everywhere on her physical body. she heard laughter from the students that had passed by.
there was silence for a moment. y/n wiped the sticky pumpkin juice out of her eyes, and from her lips as well. she narrowed her eyes at malfoy, who stood grinning in front of her as the liquid continued to drip on her.
“still parched? maybe you’ll be able to speak now, mute!” y/n heard from behind her. pansy parkinson stepped beside malfoy, and crossed her arms in triumph.
silence.
y/n didn’t move a single inch, her body still relaying in the shock from the situation. her emotions felt as if they were about to burst from her, and she felt like she could scream.
“hey, what’s going on?” dean asked his friends, tapping neville’s shoulder. the three looked down the hall, and saw a large group of students in a circle.
“maybe someone is about to fight! come on!” seamus rushed his friends, already sprinting down the hall. dean and neville followed quickly, and soon enough, they joined in the circle, pushing their way up to the front.
but what they were met with wasn’t a fight, nor a simple argument. it was something much worse.
y/n, covered head to toe in pumpkin juice.
draco and pansy stood right in front of her, taunting her. neville’s fists clenched as he put the pieces together, and he swore he thought he was about to jump on top of malfoy.
“this isn’t good...” seamus muttered to dean, and the boy nodded his head in agreement as they all continued to watch.
malfoy stepped closer to her, the smell of pumpkin filling his nostrils. “hey, at least you’ll taste nice if someone kisses you. which, is highly unlikely, but who knows?”
in that moment, y/n couldn’t swallow anymore. she couldn’t keep the words down. they were coming out whether she wanted them to or not,
“fuck. you.”
students gasped, other’s eyes widened. mute had spoken, and everyone had heard it.
a mantra of “oooo’s” left the mouths of draco’s friends, but malfoy, he was in pure disbelief. “wow! she speaks!” he laughed, still shocked. “guess all you needed was some pumpkin juice to make your mouth move, isn’t that right, mute?”
all of the anger that y/n had pent up due to malfoy was reaching the surface, and if you looked close enough, you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
y/n never was impulsive, nor did she ever really fight back in situations like these. but, the simple disrespect of it all had her fired up, and she wouldn’t rest until she did something about it.
“malfoy,” she began softly, and he hummed in response.
“think fast!”
before malfoy knew it, the same quidditch book collided into his face. his head fell back, and he ended up losing balance. he groaned in pain, and felt blood dripping from his nose.
students around them bursted into laughter, and y/n’s eyes widened from what she had just done. parkinson snarled at the girl, attempting to help the blonde up. y/n giggled when she saw the blood pouring from his nose, and malfoy caught it.
“you think this is funny?!” he yelled, stepping closer to her once more, and y/n suddenly noticed mcgonagall rushing over towards the large group. she began to dash away, pumpkin juice and all still stuck to her body. malfoy continued to yell vile things at her, making sure to ensure that she would regret this day.
y/n sprinted through the halls, and finally settled on hiding in a prefect bathroom.
she quickly found herself standing in front of a mirror, staring at herself. she let out a small chuckle from how she looked, the pumpkin juice still prominent.
usually in scenarios like this, y/n would run and hide away in the library to cry. but, not this time. as a matter of fact, there wasn’t an inch of her that had the desire to cry. if anything, she felt... happy.
she had finally stood up for herself. it may have been in an impulsive, immature way, but, she still did it. and in her eyes, that’s all that truly mattered.
y/n began to clean her face off, hissing as the paper towel rubbed on her dried skin. she cursed draco malfoy’s name as she attempted to get the sticky liquid out of her eyebrows. because yes, the pumpkin juice had gotten stuck in them.
“y/n?”
the voice made y/n jump, and she turned around to see who it was.
“oh... hi, neville.”
he smiled at her, relieved that she was still talking.
“i didn’t mean to scare you. i just—i saw what happened... and was worried about you.”
y/n couldn’t help but to blush from his kindness. he had been worried about her? no one had ever let the thought cross their mind that she might be in some sort of trouble, but alas... neville longbottom was different.
“it’s fine... thank you.”
she turned back around, and began once more to clean her face off. neville stood at the entrance awkwardly, not really knowing what he should do.
“um...” he started, glancing around at the bathroom. “i want to help, but... i’m not too sure if i’m even allowed to be in here.”
y/n looked at his reflection through the mirror, and giggled slightly. “you can come in. no one else is in here.”
neville nodded, but mentally, he was trying to hide the fact that her voice was taking such an affect on him. it had been that way ever since she had first spoken to him. he couldn’t get over how fragile her voice was. how sweet she sounded when she spoke. and the look in her eyes... it was all but pure innocence. and, neville loved every bit of it.
he stepped inside, and slowly made his way over to her. he watched for a moment as she wiped her face off, attempting to take in her pumpkin juice covered features.
“are you alright?” he asked suddenly, and y/n looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”
neville had to stop himself from letting out a sigh of relief,
“well, what malfoy did was really... mean. i just wanted to make sure you were—“
“neville,” she quickly cut him off, “i’m fine. i promise.”
she shot him a shy smile, and tossed the paper towel in the trash bin. she then grabbed another one, continuing once more.
“here...” he whispered, reaching his hand out towards the paper towel, “let me help.”
she reluctantly nodded, nervous to even think about the fact that his hands would be so close to her face. she handed him the paper towel, and to her surprise, he wet the towel under the sink.
“i didn’t even think about doing that...” she admitted, and she clenched her teeth together out of embarrassment.
he chuckled, and began to wipe her face off gently.
y/n felt herself getting lost into the boy’s facial features. his small freckles, his perfectly contorted nose, the way his lips parted a bit as he focused in on her face.
“here, lift up,” he requested, taking her chin in between his fingers, and lifting her head up slightly. the contact made her heart being to beat at an unmeasurable pace, and she swore that he could see how red she was becoming.
“what you did was pretty awesome. i told you that you could do it.”
she smiled at him, “well, i probably wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”
“why’s that? i didn’t do anything.”
y/n shrugged, “well... you’ve helped me... with... a lot, i think. so... thank you.”
neville stopped wiping her face,
“no problem.”
he then threw the towel away, but, didn’t seem to step away from y/n. it seemed as if he had only gotten closer to her, without even realizing it. he looked down at her, his tall figure seeming to completely tower over her.
he stared at her face, and he couldn’t even believe how beautiful she was.
“you got some... on your lip...” he informed her.
“oh...” she went to reach her hand up to wipe it off, but neville’s hand seemed to come up way faster.
before she knew it, his thumb was gliding over her lips slowly, and her breath hitched when she realized what was happening. neville seemed to realize what he had done as well, because he stopped just a few moments after he had started. but, his thumb never left her bottom lip.
y/n gulped, staring into his endless eyes. she had so many emotions going through her body at that moment, she didn’t even know how to react. all she knew, is that she wanted one thing.
neville seemed to see right through her, and honestly, he wanted the same thing. so, as his thumb remained stuck to her bottom lip, their faces began to slowly move closer towards each other. y/n could feel her breathing become unsteady as it happed. but, her anxiety wasn’t stopping her anymore.
their lips collided, and neville finally moved his thumb, but his hand came up to the side of her neck. the kiss carried so much innocence, but so much desire all at the same time. y/n had never had her first kiss, but merlin, she knew that this would probably be the best once she would ever receive in her whole life.
when they finally pulled away, the two were breathless. but, they still couldn’t seem to pull their eyes away from each other.
neville knew, all in that moment, she was perfect for him. the kiss was simply a confirmation.
“your lips taste nice...”
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tags: @cc12-02 @mysticlights-blog @sugukui
#harry potter#harry potter imagine#harry potter smut#neville longbottom#neville longbottom imagine#neville longbottom smut#neville x reader
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omg belittled was so good. pls do more draco x friends to lovers stories..
belittled. (pt. two)
pairings: draco malfoy x reader
warnings: insecurities & fluff :)
word count: 1.5k
genre: fanfic romance
⟶ summary: yesterday was horrible for you, and even draco. what happens when you wake up and the humiliation sinks in?
a/n: i had a lovely anon ask for more, and I’ve had several other requests for a part two, so here it is! i hope you enjoy the softness 🥺 also I’m sorry but I didn’t proof read... I’ll fix it later, I know you guys are waiting for this baha xx
part one: belittled
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You awoke to a sharp pain through your whole body. When you opened your eyes things were blurry, and when your vision cleared you didn’t recognize your surroundings, and you panicked.
You sat up and could have yelped from the pain, and saw you were in Draco’s bed, in the boys Slytherin dorm. All the beds were empty, except the one with you in it. The thoughts swirled through your head from last night. Astoria caused you harm who knows how many times that evening, Draco saving your life on the stairs, tumbling to the corridor, Astoria almost hitting you in front of him…
Gosh, you felt humiliated to say the least. A heavy weight began to weigh on your heart. Why did this have to happen in the first place. You carefully propped yourself up on Draco’s pillows in his bed, and leaned back trying not to feel any pain. Tears began to fill up in your eyes, thoughts swirling, when you heard the door open.
You quickly wiped your tears and saw draco walk in with a sort of vial in his hand, “Good morning Y/n– why are you crying?” His voice went from sweet to panic. His robe moved about as he made his way over to you rather quickly.
“Not really crying, just thinking.” Your voice was monotoned and quiet. Draco immediately picked up on it. You have been in his life since his very first week at Hogwarts. The only good Snape did was pair the two of you for potions class, it’s where your friendship began.
The two of you have grown together and he knows whenever you don’t say much, and you grow quieter throughout the day, you have some anxiety or even depressing thoughts kicking in. It never bothered Draco, knowing you struggled. He just wished he could use his wand to whisk it away.
You knew you couldn’t fool him, but you could at least stall on the truth. “No, Y/n. I know you, you’re worrying.” He set the strange vial down on his nightstand, and sat on the edge of the bed. He traced the bruises and gashes from yesterday on your delicate face. “Are you thinking about these?” he whispered.
The tears began to fall, even though you tried to hold them back. “I-I just don’t understand.” you sobbed. Instantly, he pulled you into his arms. He rubbed your back and you could smell his expensive cologne mixed with the pine scent of the Hogwarts breeze, which helped keep you from drifting too deep into your thoughts.
“You’ll never understand, because you didn’t do anything wrong, love.” he whispered.
The insecurities you’ve hidden bubbled to your surface. “I don’t know…” you trembled. His hands found your arms and he feathered his fingers softly across them as you spoke, “I just- I feel like there is something wrong with me to want to hurt me that much. She enjoyed it, and that scares me. I couldn’t even sit up this morning, and I don’t even know why any of it happened in the first place. I just feel so stupid and completely useless. There’s this- this overwhelming feeling of dread on my heart, Draco. What if- what if something happens again, or it never goes away?” you spoke into his chest. You felt his muscles being more defined than usual, he was very tense.
Draco was absolutely furious and heartbroken for you. You were sore, tired, and afraid to just… live, because of everything that has happened to you. You were the opposite of the girl you used to be, he hated this for you.
“I need you to drink this.” He said, words dripping with a fierce cold, like ice. You sat up, knowing it wasn’t from you, but from the events of yesterday. Draco has always been protective of you, even as friends. If he saw you were uncomfortable, he'd set his hand on your waist and steer you away from any situation. You loved that about him.
You watched as Draco picked up the vial he had earlier. His eyes were angry as he handed you it. You looked at him confused and hesitant, he calmed down to talk to you. “It’s a healing tonic from Madam Pomfrey, now drink it… please.” he added kindly. He knew his words were burning in his rage, and he didn’t want you to think it was because of you.
You drank the potion and you felt this warm tingling sensation spread throughout your body. You lost control only for a moment as you shivered and collapsed into draco’s arm. You were now laying down in his lap, his arms holding you and he smiled down at your figure. “Feeling better, sweetheart? Are you sore?” he asked you, concern lacing his tone as he scanned your body.
You, for the first time all morning, smiled at him. “It helped, my body feels like new, thanks.” you said quietly. He nodded and began to play with your hair as your head rested in his lap. Your eyes closed from his soft touch, but thoughts still lingered. “Hey...Draco?”
“Hmm?” he said. He was in bliss himself watching your figure as he played with your hair, your eyes closed, your lips softly touching each other as you spoke.
“So, I’m okay? I didn’t do anything wrong?” you asked timidly, scared and embarrassed to open your eyes.
“You didn’t do a thing, darling.” he said kindly. It was a side of Draco you didn’t see much. He went through a lot, and his emotions would get the better of him sometimes. You loved to see him kind, relaxed, and at peace.
“You are just fine. There’s nothing wrong with you, so don’t ever think that. I love you too much for you to be upset over who you are.” he admitted softly.
You froze, your eyes locked on his. “You… you love me?” you asked softly, your voice cracking from joy.
The sound of your voice might have thrown draco off because he stiffened. “Just forget it, I meant you're too good, okay?” he said rather sharply.
“No, no. If you really meant that, I’m glad.” you said, subconsciously moving closer to him.
He looked at you up and down, surprised at your response. “You’re glad?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you.
“Very.” you said barely above a whisper, you leaned in to and your lips met. Who knew after so long you came to realize you both felt love. His hand was on the back of your head but slowly moved to your neck. And with a quick press into you, he let go.
Good lord, could he kiss.
He looked at you smiling and he moved his hand from his neck to your cheek, his thumb gracing over your lips he just touched.
You leaned into his touch, but then grew concerned. “Draco?” you whispered.
“Yes, love?”
You touched your hand to his resting on your face. “Why did you date Astoria, if you have feelings for me?”
He took a deep breath, trying hard to still look at you. “I’ve loved you since our first year, y/n.” and your eyes widened, “but… I thought you only wanted to be friends. So, I kept you close to where I knew everything, so I could be there when things went wrong. But the older we got, the more my love has grown. I knew I needed to get you off my mind before I ruined our friendship by confessing everything. I thought trying to find someone else would work, but it didn’t. The only person I’ve ever wanted is you, and it’s going to stay that way.”
Your mouth was open, you couldn’t believe it. You’ve always had the same feelings, but Draco coming out and saying it? That’s huge for him. “I want you too, Dray.” You said softly.
Despite hating that nickname, the biggest smile spread across his defined face. “Good, there’s no going back.” he winked, causing you to playfully hit his arm.
“Y/n, you had a long day, yesterday. I think we should go and eat.”
“I don’t want to come across… anyone.” you said, beginning to grow small. His hand found your waist and he stood the two of you up.
“Trust me, nobody will. I’ll make sure of it.”
You smiled and kissed his cheek, you knew that. The reassurance healed your unwanted feelings. You were safe with him, and he would never leave you.
He was finally yours, and you were finally his.
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#fanfic#fanfiction#draco#draco malfoy#dracotok#harry potter#romance#slytherin#draco malfoy x gryffindor#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy x insecure!reader#draco malfoy x y/n#draco malfoy x anxiety!reader#protective draco
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