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me, watching my mutuals post ceaselessly about a fandom i’m not in:

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i just fell to my knees in a walmart oh my god??!!

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updated!!

featuring a very slow burn, cozy winter horcrux hunting AU.

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every time I hear “McLaren weren’t expecting Leclerc/Ferrari to be up there” I die bc like neither were Ferrari????? Mans driving a red wheelbarrow with a horse logo on the front and pulled it up there on sheer talent fuelled by rage

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i’d just ask him to sign the dent tbh

have we all seen charles crashing his purosangue and then driving off

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“She’d recognise those silver eyes anywhere…” 🩶

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Hermione couldn’t do it. She could not enter that ballroom. Every muscle in her body had locked up, refusing to take a step further.

This was why they should just keep things casual.

They were good at casual. Or their version of it. The one where they awoke in each other’s arms and Draco summoned buttery pastries and fresh strawberries to bed as they discussed their latest fascinations until noon. The occasional indulgent trips to France, where he showered her with nonsensical gifts like frilly lingerie from secret boutiques, or flowers so fresh their perfume wafted down the boulevard. Where they clinked frosty glasses of crisp champagne before he slowly undid her dress, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her shoulder. Each a promise of all the wicked things he intended to do to her as the night stretched out. The kind of casual that left a smile on Hermione’s face every morning and a lightness in her step that her friends said made her glow.

But this—

“Granger.” Draco’s arms wrapped around her from behind, his voice like velvet as he greeted her fondly.

She didn’t arch into him like she normally would, or rest her head on his shoulder so he could pepper her neck with little kisses. Her body was a tight spring, coiled with tension.

Lucius Malfoy was in there.

And their Slytherin classmates, and their parents, and their pure-blood friends.

She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

“Darling.” Draco kissed her temple. His voice blended into the lush symphony pouring out of the Malfoys’ ballroom. Every molecule of his body belonged here. She’d never felt so alone in his company.

Sensing her distress, he guided her to a rose-adorned pillar away from prying eyes. He observed her with a mixture of concern and awe, admiring her in sheer tulle and layered skirts that intensified like dusk. Another gift, delivered with an exorbitant bouquet of her favourite peonies and an invitation to his family’s Spring Ball.

She was no idiot. She knew what it was insinuating. This wasn’t casual anymore, and she had her doubts if it ever had been.

“I-I can’t go in there.” Her voice trembled. She hoped he saw the blind panic in her eyes, pleading with him to set her free. “I’m sorry, Draco.” She hated disappointing him. It summoned strange, throbbing, rather un-casual aches to her chest.

But he only kissed her forehead and enfolded her in his firm embrace. “If you want to leave, we’ll leave,” he said in a low, careful voice. “But I promise I will never let them hurt you again. If you take my hand and come with me, I’ll make sure you feel like the most powerful woman in that room.” He stepped back, lifting her chin so their gazes met. “Because you damn well are, Hermione. You’re the most powerful person in there.”

It was the highest praise from a Slytherin. And she knew he meant it.

He looked unbearably handsome tonight in midnight blue robes that matched the darkest layers of her dress, his hair tousled just how she liked. A dazzling confidence emanated off of him. This was Draco’s world, and he wanted her to be a part of it.

She stared at his hand, palm up, fingers spread, awaiting hers to fill the gaps.

But first she asked, “Who am I to you?”

He looked at her earnestly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life with you, Hermione. If you’ll have me.”

She sighed a slow, steadying breath. Then took his hand, fortified.

He placed a light kiss on her knuckles, mouth curving into a relieved smile, and they entered the ballroom just like that—Draco’s lips pressed to the back of her hand, announcing to everyone exactly who she was to him.

(633 words, prompt: friends with benefits/spring ball/I will never let them hurt you again, cross-posted from twitter -- also, i made the prompt builder so feel free to write your own spring-themed ficlet using it!)

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chapter 5 of It Starts With A Letter! Featuring even more forced cohabitation, arguments and admissions and tension galore!

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me updating my long WIP? Insanity. Enjoy chapter 4!

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NICE.

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Fandom: God there’s like NO content anymore. I wish we could get more art and fanfics :(((

Someone: Hey, I can’t draw anything digitally, because I can’t afford a tablet, but here’s a pen on paper drawing that I spent a lot of time and hard work on. Also, I took a shot at my first fanfic and I’d really like some feedback or at least some kudos if you enjoyed it :)

Fandom: Oh... yeah sorry no... not you. We actually meant writers that are already well known and popular to produce MORE content... I mean, if a popular blog shares your work then maybe. And we don’t really like pen to paper art. We just don’t think it’s professional or even looks good :/

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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"

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Art from my latest tiktok. ❤️‍🩹

You can watch it HERE

Little Scorpius realises people are very unfriendly to his dad and he’s confused. 🥺

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When all in life was turmoil, she found peace in the consistency of the waves. Though wild in its own right, the ocean was, by means of science and Astronomy, predictable. Peaceful, even when the waves crashed violently along her little stretch of beach.

Hermione breathed the salt air as she gazed out at the horizon. The war had wrought change in all of them, its aftermath sending them each on what seemed an endless journey to find something else - themselves.

How do you find someone when you don’t know who they are? How do you begin to define who you are when the events that shaped you are but ghosts in the wind?

She’d moved to the beach, and spent the past year walking every inch as if the answers lay buried in the wave-smoothed rocks.

A crunch behind her alerted her to another presence. Hermione glanced back in surprise, her muscles tensing as she took in the figure of none other than Draco Malfoy.

She wasn’t hidden, per se - plenty of friends knew her location. However, her wards didn’t let strangers in… which meant that someone had told him where to find her.

His hesitant approach turned her initial wariness to curiosity. He didn’t look hostile, more cautious. As he drew closer, Hermione noted the dark circles present since their sixth year, the haunted, drawn look on his face… He looked as if he hadn’t slept since the war ended. A situation she could empathize with, if she were honest.

“Granger.” His voice was almost carried away by the surf.

“Malfoy,” she said slowly.

A beat of silence. Hermione turned back to the waves. He’d chosen to come here. Let him speak.

“I…” Hermione’s heart jumped a little upon hearing the quiet nerves in his words. She’d never heard him so sincere or unsure of himself, his tone for her usually restricted to a cruel sneer. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Granger, for all of it. I can’t… I can’t list it all - fuck, seven years’ worth of wrongs - but I needed you to know. The war ripped everything I believed apart, and I’ve spent the better part of a year picking up the pieces. Trying to find somewhere to start. I need to… figure out who I am, without that. And to start doing that, I had to start here. With you.”

Malfoy trailed off pensively. Hermione snuck a glance over at him to find him staring at the sea with piercing grey eyes. Perhaps it was a sign of how far she’d come that her mind wasn’t racing with all that he’d just said, that she was simply able to accept it without analyzing his words to death as she once would have.

As she turned back to the waves, she found herself replying. “I forgive you,” she said simply.

There was nothing more she needed to say.

Malfoy exhaled slowly, and she saw his posture relax out of the corner of her eye.

He made no immediate effort to leave. Hermione found herself okay with that. The waves drowned out the silence between them, leaving a comfortable rhythm in their wake.

“I’m trying to find myself, too.” It was barely a whisper, but he heard. Hermione dared a glance at him, and instead of astonishment or surprise at the admission, she saw only thoughtful understanding.

She wasn’t sure why she did it - perhaps simply in the spirit of new beginnings, of building a foundation - but Hermione reached out.

Pale, trembling fingers interlocked with smaller, more steady ones as Hermione looked at the man before her with a ghost of a smile on her face.

“You don’t have to do it alone.”

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I’ve just been getting back into the flow of writing after taking a break due to the fact that uni is stressful, and wanted to share this little gen fic I wrote for the Kiss of Death flash fiction challenge in the Dumbledore’s Armada Discord server. Featuring Draco and Narcissa Malfoy in a story that explores love, death and an ancient family curse. Mind the tags, this one is a bit dark.

“love you to death” won the Joan Didion award in the flash competition for Most Tragic Death! I hope you enjoy! Thank you to @venom0usbarbie for hosting such a fun comp and for the graphic!

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Thanks @sniperjade for the tag!

Three ships: Dramione, Luna/Krum, and Drarry. Yeah, pretty vanilla overall but I love them anyway

First ship: Dramione. I stumbled on Isolation when I was 12 and it’s been nonstop since then!

Last song: Until the Night Turns by Lord Huron

Last movie: Pride and Prejudice. It’s my comfort movie.

Currently reading: Lionheart. For the millionth time as I wait for an update in agony.

Currently watching: nothing at the moment, but once the leaves change colors I’m finally going to watch Gilmore Girls.

Last thing I wrote: Draco’s diary entries. Not sure what story they’ll go in yet, but I’ve been exploring what he would’ve been thinking all those years but not having the courage to say aloud.

Currently writing: next chapter of my angsty, sad with a happy ending, long self obliviation fic (finally). Not sure when it’s going up yet, but I have progress!

Hmm, I’ll tag @annanother-thing , @bee-prescott , @bluestringpudding