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comfortwriting · 4 years ago

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Ashtray - D.M part 1

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Draco Malfoy x Fem Gryffindor Smoker Reader

Part 2 , Part 3

About: After years of bullying the reader, Draco catches her smoking, at first he doesn’t care and doesn’t think much of it. Draco suddenly finds himself crushing on the reader, realising how bad smoking is and freaks out.

Warnings: mention of cancer, heart disease, lung disease, the word mudblood.

“He’s staring at you again” Harry muttered.

You, Ron and Harry were standing in the court yard, Hermione with her head stuck in a book. You looked across to see the platinum blonde haired boy that hated your guts, sitting in a tree, Crabbe and Goyle making him laugh.

“Just ignore it Harry” you said softly, “you’ve got enough on your plate this year”

Harry didn’t answer and continued to stare down Draco, squinting at him through his glasses.

Sighing you turned around and checked sneakily in your bag for your cigarette packet, unfortunately you had left it behind the in dorm room. Your fingers were itching for a smoke, you hated not being able to sneak off for one between classes, especially on sunny days like these when everyone was outside.

“It’s a bit odd that he has it in for you” Ron spoke up, shoving a jelly slug in his mouth “I mean - you haven’t given him a reason to.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head, pulling herself out of her book “it’s because she’s with us, you idiot”

“no” you replied “even before I joined you lot, Draco’s been unpleasant.”

Speaking of the devil, Draco and his two stocky sheep strutted over to you, each of them smirking and laughing at you.

Your heart pained for a moment, Draco had to be the most gorgeous lad you ever laid eyes on during your time at Hogwarts, but unfortunately he was also the rudest and most arrogant of the lot.

You couldn’t explain why you were so into him, you only know the bad parts of him - yet baffling enough, you wanted to see the good parts of him more than anything and funnily enough, Draco only knew the good parts of you, yet he yearned for the bad in you.

“Look what we’ve found here boys” Draco smirked, stopping in his tracks “a peasant, a mud blood, an orphan and..” he paused, his eyes searching you.

“a tosspot?” you answered for him, smirking back “you’ve got to do better than that, Malfoy.”

Draco’s face dropped and the same old frustrated look splashed across his face.

This was the first time he couldn’t think of something on his feet, you had caught him out in front of both his friends and yours, you would relish making him look stupid for the rest of the school year.

Draco stepped out in front of you, Crabbe and Goyle waiting behind him. You stepped out from your shield of friends and stared the blonde down, Ron could barely contain himself.

Draco didn’t know why he hated you, well, part of him did - you’re a Gryffindor, you’re best-friends with the people he hates most and worst of all, you could outsmart him. But the other part of him didn’t feel that hate or maliciousness towards you, he didn’t like you or dislike you - he was only forcing himself to hate you.

He had to think of something, the longer he stayed silent the more stupid he looked.

“You’re ugly and you smell like a filthy ashtray” he spat at you, turning around he walked away with Crabbe and Goyle pretending to laugh to make him feel better.

You burst out laughing and flipped him off.

“Ugly, wow.” you breathed.

Ron couldn’t help but laugh “it’s alright for you isn't it? ashtray - some insult that, you sure you don’t fancy him or something?.”

You slapped his shoulder playfully “don’t talk crap, Ron.”

‘He isn’t entirely wrong though’

You glanced at Harry and Hermione “Are you two okay?” you asked, feeling bad about what Draco said and for not defending them.

The two of them looked at one another and back at you, nodding.

“We’ve got an important exam to prepare for, you coming with?” Hermione asked.

You shook your head, your fingers now unbearably itchy and your head desperately pleading for a smoke.

“nah, I’ve got some homework to do, see you later?”

Waving and walking away, you went to your dorm, your head filling with thoughts of the blonde.

“so stupid” Draco cursed under his breath, pacing around the empty Slytherin common room.

No matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t rid the pictures of you flashing in his head: the sound of your laugh, your voice answering questions in potions, the scent of your hair, your smile, the way you walked across the Quidditch pitch - Draco found himself drowning in a sea of confusion.

‘I can’t fancy her, father will see rage’

He shook his head and pushed his soft blonde hair back, he couldn’t be developing feelings for you, no way - you must have put a spell on him, hexed him even.

Finally lighting your cigarette, you inhaled, pulling it away from between your lips, holding it between your index and middle finger, the inside of your mouth warming up. Looking out at the great lake, you admired the beautiful reflection of the sky and beaming sun waving in the water.

Draco left the common room and searched the entire school grounds for you, he finally approached the great lake and felt satisfied when he saw you.

Getting ready to scold you and disarm you, he stopped in his tracks, your beauty stunning him. Although you were smoking, this didn’t bother Draco, it made sense for the nickname he gave you, but even when breathing in toxic chemicals, nothing could stop his heart from racing.

He wanted to pull you into him for a long and loving embrace, to share an intense kiss flowing with the pent up feelings the two of you were hiding, he wanted to make you his - he wanted to protect you.

Managing to pull himself out of his trance, he continued to approach you.

Exhaling, you heard a familiar sharp voice pop out from behind you.

“Tell me what you’ve done, ashtray!”

Turning around, Draco stormed over to you like he did earlier on, his hair and robes blowing in the wind.

Noticing the cigarette resting between your fingers, you started to choke on the smoke out of panic, instantly dropping your cigarette onto the floor and stamping on it in a hurry - but he had already caught you.

“Done what?” you breathed out, coughing even more into your fist.

“You know exactly what you’ve done, trying to mess with my head!” he hissed.

You stared at him like he had two heads.

“Malfoy, sort yourself out, will you? I’ve got no bloody idea what you’re talking about. Get lost off if you’ve got nothing better to do!”

Draco scoffed and pointed at you “if you don’t give me an explanation by tonight I’ll do you in for smoking.”

the sun beams outlined Draco as if he were an angel, he turned around and strutted off, you watched him leave and searched your packet for another cigarette, cursing yourself for putting a full one out without needing to.

Feeding your bad habit, you pondered around trying to figure out what Draco was talking about.

‘Messing with his head?’

“Where have you been?” Pansy asked, relieved to see Draco entering the common room.

Draco stared at Pansy for a moment, Crabbe and Goyle sitting down.

He couldn’t allow them to figure him out, his undying crush on you, he had to keep this act up, he needed to protect himself.

“If that ashtray doesn’t confess by tonight, she’ll be out of this school.”

Pansy grunted “let her continue to smoke, Draco. She’s killing herself by doing so.”

Draco got a sinking feeling in his stomach, he didn’t really want you gone from Hogwarts and he sure as hell didn’t want you dead.

Draco pondered whether or not it would be worth addressing and accepting his feelings so he can confess and move forward, he hated keeping the truth to himself and lying about it.

“What?” He stared at Pansy.

Pansy yawned “cancer, heart disease, lung disease, let her put herself at risk to all that.”

Draco didn’t know much about cigarettes, they never appealed to him but he now hated them within seconds. The beautiful images of you were replaced with sickly ones, the sound of your laughter replaced with your wheezing and croaky voice.

The platinum blonde haired boy couldn’t sleep that night, he tossed and turned, his head screaming at him to approach you, to stop you from damaging yourself, even if nothing happened between the two of you.

Creeping around the school in your pyjamas, you silently tip toed past the great hall, praying to get outside for your last smoke of the night.

Feeling a hand grab you, you clamped your hand over you mouth, silencing your screams.

The taller person who had taken hold of you had his finger against his lips, his eyes burning into you with not hate.. but love and a slight hint of concern.

Your hand fell beside you “What are you doing?” You hissed lowly at him.

Draco noticed the cigarette packet in your other hand, he snatched them from you and stuffed them into his pockets.

“Draco, I didn’t do anything I for Merlins sake!—“

Draco couldn’t take his brain screaming anymore, his heart pining, he couldn’t ignore the images of you, the sound of your laughter - he wanted you, he wanted it all.

You didn’t call him Malfoy.

Smashing his lips against yours, he silenced you with a long, meaningful kiss.

Draco felt relieved, the heaviness coming from the bricks sitting on his shoulders had tumbled off, his thoughts finally silenced, his heart finally lighter and the best thing of all - he got reassurance; you were kissing back.

The taste of green apples filled your mouth, instantly making you nervous if all he got in return was more ashtray.

Your heart skipped beats, the butterflies in your stomach flapping their wings and taking flight, fireworks exploded between your lips.

Draco pulled away and his soft expression turned hard, you stared at him trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

“You’re stopping smoking” Draco ordered quietly.

Looking around for Mr Filch and Mrs Norris, you turned your attention back on Draco.

“Why do you care? I’ve given you an answer and you’re going to do me in anyway—“

Draco sighed, his words coming up like vomit.

“Wait, why did you kiss me?” you asked, your fingers running over your lips.

“I don’t want you to put your health at stake, Y/N!” Draco took your hands in his.

“I don’t even know why I’m doing this, I don’t know why I’m so attracted to you but for as long as I do have feelings for you - you’re not doing this to yourself.”

You looked into his beautiful gleaming ice grey eyes, chewing on your lip nervously “You have feelings for me?” you began to smirk.

Draco put his head in his hands “I just kissed you didn’t I?”

You nodded and pursed your lips, this whole encounter going from awkward to cringe, yet so sweet and innocent.

“Well I kissed back”

Draco gave you the ‘no shit sherlock’ look “I had no idea, ashtray mouth”

You slapped him playfully like you did Ron this morning, the two of you starting to laugh quietly, your heart fluttering at his smile, his perfectly pearly white teeth.

“I have feelings for you too, Draco”

“No..” Ron squealed under the invisibility cloak.

Trying to step out and batter Draco, Harry grabbed Ron by the back of his jumper, holding him back.

“shut it, will you!” Harry hissed.

Ron gave him a look “she’s sleeping with the enemy!”

Harry wanted to slap his best friend around the head “they’ve just kissed, look I’m not happy about it either—“

“I thought Hermione was bad enough with Krum-” Ron whined.

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-Humming- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: @the--queen-of-hell Draco x reader where they obviously have a huge crush on each other... and reader catches Draco humming a sweet tune to himself whenever he's trying to calm down (because maybe his mom did they when he was little)?? And later, Draco finds reader playing that same tune on the piano, and they kiss. Then draco asks her to play it again, and he kinda falls asleep on her shoulder?? Sth like that?? fluff overload? No pressure tho, totes understand if u dont wanna write it! xoxo

Kody: Super cute.

House: Slytherin

Possible Triggers/Warnings: cursing, panic attacks

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being wealthy did not mean comfort, not one bit. Being able to buy anything you want did not mean you had everything. Draco Malfoy did not have everything. It was hard to find comfort in Hogwarts when he are raised to keep up a tough exterior.

at the age of 13 is when he figured out was panic attacks are. It’s also when he started to have them quite often. A couple things triggered them: stress, anything involving his father, and keeping up appearances. He was lucky to have met his friends Blaise, Theodore, Pansy, and you.

each and everyone of you were like him. Purebloods, wealthy, and wanted so desperately to separate yourselves from your parents. Blaise and Theo just wanted to get married and move away to a small town. Pansy wanted to be a fashion designer and of course marry Ginny Weasley.

you wanted to be a pianist and travel the world playing your music. Oh yes, you might be wondering what Draco wanted most in the world. Well, as cheesy as it was. To be with you. Over the years of friendship between you two it was natural that romance would blossom.

the thing is the both of you have insane insecurities that would prevent you each time from confessing. You needed each other and wouldn’t risk losing what you had for everything. Even if it meant yearning for each other for the rest of your days. Love is blind or maybe you both were

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today Draco was on his own. Blaise and Theo had to retake an exam they missed all morning, Pansy was on a date with Ginny, and you offered to help Mcgonagall to prepare for morning classes like you did every so often. Draco didn’t like being left alone for long periods of time, but wouldn’t say anything.

as he stood in his room he heard a slight tap to left. He gently placed down the book he was reading and looked towards the direction the sound came from. He saw his owl at the window, letter attached to it’s foot. He pushes himself up from the bed and walks over.

he reaches for the window latch and pops it open before he pushes both sides. He reaches for the letter and gently unties it from its claw. “Thank you” he spoke softly and gently pet the owls head. His father would never let him name him because he didn’t want him to become attached to the creature.

he would think of a appropriate name another day for his feathery friend. He flips the letter over and sees a black wax stamp with the letter ‘M’ engraved in it. Speaking of his father. His expression instantly dropped as he used his finger to tear it open.

He picks out the letter and unfolds it recognizing his father’s handwriting. He began to read the contents of the letter. Same old same old, asking about his studies and such and pushing onto him about being a true Malfoy and whatever the hell that meant. He felt his chest tighten a bit, like the air was being sucked out of his lungs

damnit. Why couldn’t he just live his own life? Why did he have to push nice people away just because they weren’t a Slytherin or a pureblood? It was bullshit. Draco started to hyperventilate. Shit. Not now. Everything became hot. Why was the room so hot?

dropping the letter, Draco runs out of his dorm. He needed fresh air or he’d pass out. Running through the halls, he began to lose his sense of direction. He pushes open a random door and slides down the closet wall until he hits the floor. He was panting heavily and his hands were shaking.

he begins to hum a tune. A sweet tune his mother used to hum to him when he was younger and had nightmares. She always say “When you hum this it will calm you down and someone will come and find you. Sweet dreams Draco” he pulled his knees up to his chest and continued to hum the tune.

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after you finished helping professor Mcgonagall you began to walk back to the Slytherin house. It was always cold at Hogwarts so you put on layers. A black turtleneck sweater with a emerald green one on top and black and white plaid pants.

you walked past the music room where you went to play piano and heard a faint humming noise. Taking a few steps back you lean against the door to listen to it. It was definitely male, but you couldn’t tell who it exactly was. It was a lovely tune. It was sweet and upbeat, almost like a lullaby of some sorts.

after a minute or so the humming stopped. You push open the door to find Draco curled up against the wall. You rush over to him, dropping to your knees beside him “Draco?” you say reaching to grab his face. He looks up from the ground and at you “Y/n?” he asked, almost unsure if it was you.

you nod and wrap your arms around him “Sorry i wasn’t here” you spoke in a hushed tone. He lays his head on your shoulder, shaking his head “It’s fine. Your here now” he says. Both of you held each other until you could no longer that day.

someone did come to find him that day.

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you couldn’t stop thinking about the tune you heard. You were tossing and turning in your bed unable to sleep. Fuck it. You threw your blanket off your body and pushed yourself out of bed. You slip on some black boots real quick over your off white long socks. You had been wearing stockings and a oversized emerald green flannel.

you slowly creep towards you door, trying to not step on any lose floor panels that would creek and alarm anyone. You turn the handle of the door and step out into a dark hallway, looking to left. You step out and face forward so you could walk down the hall.

smack!

you come face first with a hard and warm surface “Ow!” you exclaim as you take a step back. You look up to see the one and only Slytherin prince, hair a mess and a confused expression “Y/n? What in the hell are you doing up so late?” he asked.

you stumble over your words for a moment “Just wanted to sneak some snacks from the great hall. Cover for me if Snape comes. Okay bye” you push past him and rush down the hall. Draco stood dumbfounded trying to decipher what you just said.

so he followed you of course. What friend wouldn’t?

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as you walk down the hall, you neared the music room. Your fingers itched to press down on the familiar keys. You push open the door and step into the almost empty room, a smile gracing your face. You walked towards the piano and take a seat on the bench.

you roll up your sleeves to your elbows and straighten your back. The tune flew through your head and to your fingertips. You played the song exactly the way you heard it. You had never heard Draco hum this before and you wondered where he had heard it from.

you gently swayed your head as you played the tune. Closing your eyes you smiled brightly. Soon enough you felt a presence next you, causing you to stop playing. You open your eyes and see Draco sitting next to you. Oh shit. You were caught “You heard me this morning, didn’t you?” he asked.

you slowly take your hands off the keys, nodding. You look down in shame expecting him to be angry for eavesdropping on his private moment. You felt one hand grab your chin and turn it upwards and to the left to face Draco. He leans in a captures your lips in a sweet kiss.

you subconsciously pushed his chest away, breaking you two apart. Draco looks down at you, your faces inches apart. He looks mortified, scared of what your next actions would be “I’m so sorry-” but you smashed your lips onto him instead.

he kissed back instantly, one hand squeezing your side while the other laid on the nape of your neck. Your kiss was sloppy and fueled by by every unspoken confession that was never said over the years. Oxygen is needed for humans to live apparently so you both pull away panting for air.

“My mother is right” he spoke, making you laugh in confusion. “What?” you question. “My mother told me that whenever you play the tune someone will come and find you. It worked for me and it worked for you” you smile lightly and you both kiss again for a short moment.

after your sweet exchange Draco asked you to play the tune again and you did for him. After a couple minutes he laid his head on your shoulder and fell asleep listening to you play. You didn’t want to move him so you wrapped an arm around him and smiles “Sweet dreams Draco”

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Kody: Short and sweet. Remember you can be asked to join to taglist. Anyways, peace.

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flourishandblctts · 4 years ago

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She’s a Lady || 𝓕red 𝓦easley

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ. -ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴋᴏᴡꜱᴋɪ

Being the youngest child of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy you were the princess of the family, your older brother Draco was your rock as he was always there for you he was 5 years older than you but in his eyes you were his baby sister that he will protect and care for.

It was easy for you to get away with everything, as a child you were very energetic and was found most of the time next to your mother or even joining your mother at the garden. Playing hide and seek and tea party forcing your brother to join your tea party with your other stuff toys, but behind all the youth days of yours was in the place of Lucius office with his wife who both looking down at the garden seeing you play with your older brother with the other elves at the side making sure you won’t get hurt as you run around, Narcissa’s eyes sting with tears as she knew she had no control to stop what his husband and your grandfather were talking about, which was your future.

Everything will be planned out, your school, house you must be in, your behavior and the man you must marry. As much as your mother hates how your life is now planned out all you have to do is obey to their wishes.

Leaning your head towards the cold window next to you, as you shut your eyes and close the book that you were reading the way to Hogwarts was going to be a while, you didn’t feel like interacting with your friends who were obviously talking about boys or the newest clothes, a knock was heard on your compartment and you saw your brother Draco, your friends all had a crush on him but you roll your eyes when Draco would shamelessly flirt back at them but you like the look on Pansy’s face when he does that.

Pansy was like a sister to you but you knew her intentions was just to get closer to your brother that she has been crushing on since then, opening your eyes meeting those similar silver eyes like yours you raise your brow at him “what?”

“Have you eaten yet? Ever since we left you have been awfully quiet.” His voice had a hint of worry you knew Draco was never going to let you go without seeing that your better. You nodded your head because even just for a bit you ate the pumpkin pasties your friend gave you. Draco didn’t want to believe you at first but he just let it go when Blaise started calling him. “Ladies please keep an eye on my sister, if something happens please tell me.” With that he left and your friend’s cheeks were beet red.

“You have awful taste in men, and none of you are going to date my brother.”

Arriving at Hogwarts and everyone headed to the great hall you told your friends to head first and you’ll catch up but what you didn’t saw coming was a pink shooting ball landing towards you, but you felt someone pull you back your back colliding on someone’s chest earning a groan from the person who just pulled you from that. Turning around you saw a tall, with freckles and ginger hair.

‘Weasley’ your head said, mentally rolling your eyes you knew this was the prankster twins.

“Look I don’t know who you or which twin are you but thanks for that, now if you will excuse me.” You were about to leave when you felt something hit your face and the hallways was erupted by his laughter.

“I’m so sorry” You looked up to see another Weasley who was identical to the one who was laughing, “The machine was broken and you just stood in the spot and then that.” You wiped the pink powder off your face using your sleeves but you felt a hand move it you were about to speak when he whipped his wand out and to your face, you didn’t catch what he said. “There all cleaned up.”

You rolled your eyes walking away feeling irritated by them, “Oh by the way, the name is Fred!” Not looking back and just decided to walk faster.

Ever since that day it was Fred who was following you around or sitting next to you whether it was in the library or in great hall, your friends would exchange looks and everyone else would just think your dating Fred Weasley, it reached up to your brother and he wasn’t even happy about you and Fred but you told him it’s nothing that he was just bothering you he even asked if you wanted him to hex Fred but you weren’t the violent type of person and you just told Draco to never do that.

Sitting down alone by the Black Lake your tears keep streaming down your cheeks, it has been hours you sat here alone ever since you got a black letter from your parents. The letter wasn’t the same as before them asking you ‘how are you’ or ‘do you need anything’ in fact this letter was telling you that after Hogwarts you were going to marry the man they find to be more suitable for you and for the family. You heard someone clear their throat, you whip your head to that direction and saw Fred standing looking at you but his face fell when he saw your red nose, eyes and cheeks. “I noticed you earlier and thought why were you running here when usually no one likes to be alone in the black lake.” You just sighed and patted the spot next to you, “join me?” you looked back at him again “please?” he moved to the spot sitting next to you “care to tell me why your crying?” This was the side of Fred not everyone gets to see he was usually pranking everyone especially the Slytherins, that’s maybe the reason why your brother doesn’t like him because of how he was. Other than that he was a Weasley.

“I’m getting married after Hogwarts, I’m not even sure if I’m ready by then.” You said hugging your knees close to you, tears brimming in your eyes again. “Do you even love the guy?” He looked at you with his brows furrowed looking at you with those eyes, you shook your head indicating ‘no’ “I don’t even know him and I am yet to meet him.” Fred scoffed which made you look at him “What?” “Your living as if your a doll, your being told what to do and what you shouldn’t do is this how you like to live?” You know deep down you knew your life has also been about obeying your families wishes for and that you have no choice but to follow them because they think their always right and what they do will lead you to a better path, “No, I’m tired of living like this.” You said softly sniffing and wiping your tears away but Fred caught your hand on his and he used his thumb to wipe your tears.

“Then be with me and I’ll show you how life should be darling.” As tempting as it sounds you knew you should’ve said no that day but you didn’t and you can’t tell if this was something your going to regret or was just a best mistake you have ever done. You took his hand standing up he followed your action, “Then show me how we should live then.”

It was wrong you know but life has been much better you realize how dull and cold it was before but with Fred showing you happiness it was much different than it was before, being with Fred made you realize you should’ve met him before he left Hogwarts which made you upset however you get to see him whenever you go to Hogsmeade, he showed you him and his twin’s business which you supported him but what you didn’t know is someone had their eyes on you and they laughed because you were with a Weasley.

On the holiday break you sat down with the rest of your family, the table was filled with different variety of food and you took the empty seat next to your brother. But you noticed how gold your father’s eyes were on you ever since you came which you can’t help but wonder. After supper your mother called you and this is were the mess began. You were crying begging to your parents to leave Fred alone and you to have the rights to marry and love whoever you want but this made Lucius blood boil because he didn’t want a Weasley apart of the family who associates themselves with muggles, Narcissa was at the corner feeling helpless to her own daughter who was crying for the last few minutes she wanted to just wrap her arms around you but it was her husband who had to say what must happen even if she wasn’t pleased about it as well, “You don’t go around anymore with that boy or else I will make you move into a different school! The man your marrying is from Drumstrang don’t make me move you there so you can both know each other properly with more time and day and soon after your going to marry him.” You fled from the office but you heard your father calling for you but you just ran upstairs to your room, sobbing your heart out as you bury your face on your white pillow.

Fred hasn’t seen you since then and it hurts because even until now he was still waiting for you.

It wasn’t until he heard the door bell ring and the twins were about to greet but they saw Draco instead which cause the twins to frown instead. “Can I speak to you Fred?” Draco who seemingly asked nicely which cause the twins to exchange look because their not use to this, he just nodded and led Draco to their office. “Why are you here?” Fred asked crossing his arms to his chest, Draco scoffed he didn’t really want to be in here but for his little sister’s request he would do anything for her anyway, Draco didn’t like the Weasley’s but the way his sister talked about that’s when Draco thought maybe their not as bad as his own family think they are. “Here, I know it’s been clearly days that you haven’t seen Y/n she insisted I give you this letter.” The letter was in a dark purple with black ribbon and a stamp of her first letter of her surname ‘M’ in a color of white with golds in it.

“I’ll be off, I hope that letter answers all your question about where she is. And I’m sorry for everything I have been towards you and your other siblings.” With that Draco left the room, the silence was too loud and Fred just stared at the letter in his hand debating whether he should open it now or later when they pack up the shop and close. He decided not to first since he felt his heart hammering inside his chest the rest of the day he felt nervous- no- anxious of what was inside the letter.

When they finish up he bolted into his shared room with George and sat down next to the window, opening the letter he suddenly jolted up and ran out he ignored George’s calling him and where he was going he kept running and running he wasn’t even stopping, he stopped by the Lake where the letter told him to be there because all his questions will be answered when he shows up there. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turning to his back he saw Narcissa and Draco but the person who was in front of him was Y/n. He couldn’t hold back as he swiftly wrapped his arms around her and picked her up spinning around as her laugh filled the cold night. Putting her down he placed his hands on either side of her face, “I thought you forgot about me already.” Fred said looking down at her eyes, “I would never leave you not when I told you to show me how I should live, it’s how we should live because Fred I choose to be with you and not someone else it’s you and only you.” Fred felt his heart thumping even more he felt happy to hear those words even more he was grateful it was night no one can see how red his ears was.

“Then be with me darling, let’s be together until the end.” You placed your hands on his hands and took them off you released a heavy sigh which made Fred wonder you’d say “No, I’m sorry Fred.” he’s face fell and he suddenly felt cold but you laughed at his face and he looked confused, “I’m sorry this was a terrible prank, I can’t believe you just fell for that.” You held onto your stomach as you laughed even more and Fred can’t believe he fell for that indeed. “I’ll get my revenge next time but now I’m freezing cold, come on shorty I’m taking you with me.” He carried you like a bridal style and you were just happy to be out of your families rules and ridiculous plans for you, and you were right to say yes that day and be with Fred. Taking the risk your life needed.

the gif is not mine, credits to the owner.

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regulusfate · 4 years ago

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This. The bathroom scene. I have so much to say.

Firstly, the contrast between the movies and the books. I completely DO NOT agree with Harry using a spell that he did not know the consequences, he did not know what it would do, that was dangerous and incredibly stupid and reckless.

However, that being said, unlike in the movies Harry made no move to confront, he just sort of stopped, shocked. All’s he was doing was seeing why Draco was hanging out with Moaning Myrtle of all people - cause that’s what you do in your spare time at Hogwarts uh huh , Harry get a new hobby love.

This also had nothing to do with Katie. Whereas the the movies it was shown almost like Harry was looking for some sort of a fight, on Katie’s behalf. That’s might just be my interpretation but it’s felt like that. Both times (book and movie) Draco is the first to attack, in the movie it is more implied that Harry’s confrontation provoked him.

Now to some extent, Draco’s reaction is not unsurprising, and in some sense I do pity him because he is struggling - but I’ll get to that later, and why it doesn’t go a long way. He’s getting defensive and attacking because his nemesis found him crying. I’m not saying however that it was the right course of action.

Now , you’ll see in the second picture that Draco attempted the Cruciatus Curse on Harry.

Literally crucio.

He tried to torture him.

Whether he would have succeeded in successfully casting the curse or not doesn’t matter. It’s the fact he tried. On a fellow student. This is a curse that sent people insane, that Harry has felt multiple times and Draco probably can’t even countenance the pain it causes.

I find a lot of the time, it feels as though they watered down the curse, especially within FanFiction, and the consequences of that are sort of glossed over. Now this may just be me. But this curse is quite literally a form of torture and I can’t emphasis this enough, it’s an unforgivable curse. You may argue that Draco was in a dark place, that he was panicking or whatever else, but that doesn’t justify his actions. It is never okay to try and torture a classmate.

Harry’s reaction - and again, I do not condone this in the slightest - using a spell that he did not know how it would work, was the most stupid thing he’s ever done. And I mean it, that is most definitely, for me, his worst moment I can think of in the books right now. That being said, he used it not to harm to Draco necessarily, you have to remember this is a two-way duel, they have a rivalry, this is the spur of the moment and that goes for both of them.

But Harry is defending himself from being tortured. Now if you look at the other spells he’s uses in this scene - Levicorpus, Leg-Locker - are all ways to apprehend or stop Draco from attacking, these spells are not hexes or curses that are aimed to cause pain. When he uses Sectumsempra to me it seems as some wild last ditch effort to prevent Draco from casting crucio - and for all intents and purposes, it worked.

(Also side note, all of them except Sectumsempra and Crucio were silent , that’s a powerful feat on both their parts.)

Now if you look at what happened afterwards, Malloy is hurt, and very badly.

But if you look at Harry’s reaction, he see’s what the spell did and he’s instantly horrified. He didn’t want that to happen, he didn’t want Draco to get hurt, that wasn’t his intention. And what sets them apart.

You might argue that Draco didn’t want to hurt Harry, he was just acting out of fear. I disagree, though I’m sure some of that was just him panicking, and as I said earlier his actions certainly weren’t the best way to go about it, attacking someone. Anywhere else this would be assault, and Harry was acting in self defence.

You see, at the end of OOTP, Draco confronts Harry. He very bluntly blames Harry for his father being placed in Azkaban. Now this is understandable, that’s his father, whose been taken away from him and Draco is a fifteen year old kid whose never known life without his father, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t blame Harry. Also to add that he quite clearly still blames Harry;

‘And he stamped hard on Harry’s face. Harry felt his nose break; blood spurted everywhere ..’

“That’s from my father. Now let’s see ..”

Of course there comes a point where you have to accept that someone’s actions are their own, and the consequence of them are not someone else’s fault. Lucius chose to do what he did. So we know at the very least Draco blames Harry for his fathers imprisonment. We also know that Draco just spent half a year finding different ways to kill a man, without caring for the consequences of those around him. Such as Katie being cursed, or Ron being poisoned. He didn’t stop trying no matter who got hurt.

Some of this may be attributed to the fact it was Voldemort who gave him this as punishment for Lucius failing - which again, might be a contributing factor, maybe Draco believes it to be Harry’s fault he’s in this position, but I’m just speculating - and of course he’s scared, I’d be absolutely terrified too. That’s completely understandable.

But at the same time, Draco was quite happy to join the Dark Lord at the beginning of the book. Such as when he’s talking with Blaise and Pansy and Crabbe and Goyle, he’s excited, he’s ready to drop out of Hogwarts for good to become a Death Eater. I never get the impression that Draco disagreed with Voldemort’s views, and again some of this will come down to his nurture, but he has a brain too, and is obviously capable of forming his own opinions, there too comes a point when you have reevaluate that maybe blood supremacy might not be true. Apparently not.

And for all the racist, biogoted, cruel comments he made, bullying people because they have less money, because they have no parents, because are smarter than you?? No, I personally believe Draco definitely had the supremacist ideals.

This is why I also believe that he did want to hurt Harry in the bathroom.

It’s like how Harry wanted to hurt Bellatrix after she killed Sirius, which is why I do have some pity and empathy for Draco, because he’s struggling, he is, and he scared and he doesn’t believe he had a choice.

But also, thinking of it logically and from an outside perspective - because I imagine if I was in that situation I would be terrified too - he does have a choice.

He does.

I can understand why you wouldn’t to some extent, tell someone, but at the same time if you have a death threat thrown at you, what do you do? Realistically, idealistically, you go to someone who can help you. Again, I understand why you wouldn’t, but Draco was at Hogwarts. And instead of spending a year trying to kill Dumbledore, the guy who at the very least suspected what was going on, and by the end of the book knew, why not go to him.

(Yeah, I can think of many reasons, but that’s a discussion for another time.)

Think about it though. Draco could’ve been placed under the Fidelius charm in a safe house and not had to do anything, if Dumbledore himself was secret keeper (and the man died, as far as I’m aware that should change being in hiding? Voldemort still wouldn’t find him) Draco would be one of the most protected people. I’m just suggesting there are many ways Draco did have a choice.

I suppose Draco is a victim of himself in that respect, which is why my empathy for him doesn’t go a long way.

And I mean if you think about it Harry didn’t have a choice. He was chosen by Voldemort, and by Dumbledore to an extent. He was always the saviour - he didn’t want to be , he didn’t, he just wanted a normal life goddamnit - Harry was just as stuck if not more so than Draco in a position he never wanted, for people who spent their time showing no consistent loyalty towards him and a society that left him without a word in the hands of people who abused him.

There is so much more to this than Draco just being a victim, as he very much appears so in the movies.

I’ll leave it there, this went from an actual point into a rant. And remember this is just my view on the matter, everyone has their own opinions of course.

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quietkite · 4 years ago

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Offensive Language, Mention of Death

Draco

He couldn't bear to look.

Lucius Malfoy stood on a podium with restraints on both his arms and legs. A heavy metal brace rested on his neck with a multitude of locks unable to be unlocked with just a simple 'alohomora'.

His mother was next to him with an emotionless look on her face, but she knew how to control her emotions. Her hands were locked with her son's, squeezing it with a mixture of fear, anxiety and comfort.

He couldn't tell if she was giving or wanting the comfort.

Draco could have almost been unrecognisable. His overly light blonde hair was a mess. He wore an oversized light grey shirt with long, pushed up sleeves. He had navy jeans that were ironed but slightly crushed up. He could have been Potter if he wanted to.

There were fifty people in stands looking down from their high spots. Draco stood by his mother on the side of the cold, and open, cobblestone courtyard where his father stood silently on his podium in the middle of it all.

Then out of nowhere, memories flooded his head, bad memories. It worsened by the second and Draco felt that he might have blacked out.

But it was time.

A dementor floated airily toward his father. Draco saw the anguish in his father's eyes. The defeat. The dementor didn't immediately suck out his father's soul like how the process of the dementor's kiss would normally go. His father turned his head to see his wife and son one last time. But the anguish in his father's eyes turned into hatred as he looked at Draco. He was able to get one word out before the dementor took his soul.

"Faggot."

The dementor took less than a minute to take the man's soul as Lucius's soulless body was dragged away after falling forwards with an eerie hollow-sounding thud.

That was when the tears flooded out. Draco didn't know if he was crying over his father's soul being permanently stripped away forever or that his last words were about his complete hatred for him. His mother took her hand from his and rubbed his back trying to soothe him. Draco knew how much this broke his mother too.

When they reached the elevators, Draco had composed himself enough. No matter how much his family was hated now, he couldn't show the pain. The Malfoys shouldn't show any more emotions than they already had shown. Too much emotion that is showcased to the world, meant the more damage that could be done to you from the world.

Narcissa then swiftly apparated them back to the Malfoy Manor silently.

Once there, his mother immediately requested to be alone as she slowly, yet gracefully, walked to her quarters, her black high heels clicking as she walked.

Draco's trials had happened the week before. He was spared for being underage when he took the mark. Someone defended him but they wore their hood hiding their identity. When Lucius's punishment had completely finished Draco had a faint glimpse of his defender's vibrant, emerald green eyes and round looking glasses as the Wizengamot members filed out as his defender attended Lucius's soul detachment. The mysterious person was a bit shorter than average, had tanned skin and wore muggle-looking shoes called running shoes. Draco could have guessed they were no older than seventeen or sixteen.

Although Draco didn't understand how the stranger had to much evidence to prove his innocence.

But alas, the stranger wasn't able to prove him to be completely innocent. He still had the dark mark.

As Draco wasn't going to Azkaban yet, they put him on probation instead.

He couldn't cast any offensive spells and hardly any of the ministry-approved spells were helpful to him. The ministry then made it so if Draco were to leave his home he would only be allowed twelve hours per day.

A loud bang sounded at the door making Draco visibly jump. Quickly running towards the door in case it was the ministry, he opened the door to see a person slightly shorter than him with raven coloured hair styled in a short, black bob, immediately attacking him with a strong bear hug. Not far back was another with long, dark brown hair that had a natural purple tint, smiling.

It was Pansy and Astoria.

Pansy and Astoria could have been counted as two of his actual best friends.

Pansy was his first friend that was a girl ever. They weren't ever going to marry as their families were already close enough to be family. She had admitted to liking him in the sixth year while they were in their seventh. But she got over that quickly. But to him, Pansy was always like his sister. She helped him in his darkest times and vice versa. They were quite close. They loved each other as actual siblings would. He would do anything for her.

Astoria was a bit of a different case. The two were mutual friends at first thanks to one of his other friends being Daphne Greengrass, Astoria's older sister. When Draco was in his seventh year and she was in her fifth, they were told they'd be wed one year after Astoria graduated from Hogwarts. Because Daphne had died a month after the war when her health was terrible from a blood curse which resurfaced in her and a critical hit while fighting in the war it caused the entire Greengrass family go through much grief. They still grieved, because family is one of the hardest lose.

"Dray, darling!",Pansy cried out as Draco hugged her, shocked about her and Astoria's sudden,unexpected arrival.

"W-what are you two doing here?",Draco asked confusedly.

Pansy shot Astoria a look of confusion and worry. Astoria crept up closer towards the doorway.

"Did you not receive the letter?",Pansy replied with a clear sense of agitation and worry lining her voice.

"Maybe it would be better if we talked inside.",Astoria stated, pointing inside the manor.

Draco quickly looked backwards inside his house to see if his mother was still in her room before answering,"Of course, although we ran out of tea and won't be able to get anymore for a while without our house elves for the year."

Pansy gave a firm, but compassionate nod while Astoria gave him another smile.

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"I am so sorry we weren't there for you today, we—",Pansy started before Draco cut her off.

"It's okay. I'm fine now. But what is this about a letter?",Draco asked, quickly changing the subject.

Pansy eyed him, searching for clues to see how Draco wasn't fine at all, before answering Draco's question.

"I was in my Manor reading when an owl flew in with a letter. As you know our owls normally went straight to our parents unless it was a friend our parents approved of. But the stamp was none of the pureblood crests. It...it was from Hogwarts. They requested that we were to come to Hogwarts for a reunion and some news. And this was only sent to those in our year. But I-we, came here to ask if you were coming to the reunion."

Draco was shocked.

A reunion?

How come he was never owled?

"Do you know who else is coming? Slytherins I mean."

"Well, Goyle...he committed suicide after Crabbe died. Theo gave me a maybe though it was pretty unclear, Blaise hasn't answered any of mine or Astoria's owls. But I do know that I'm going, although Astoria is only in her sixth year meaning she can't go. That bitch, Millicent is dead thank Morgana. But I heard a rumour that Tracey was going to come after she was proven innocent by the ministry."

Draco stiffened at the thought of Tracey. None of his friends were ever fond of her and Millicent, for reasons nobody wanted to nor was ready to discuss.

"I will go only since you will be going and because Astoria cannot go with you. When did the letter say the reunion was?"

"In two days time I believe."

"Merlin. Okay, I will have to let mother know then. Have either of you two seen Theo or Blaise since the war?"

"I haven't seen the two but Pansy and I have only owled Theo once if that counts and his response was only one word. But we're not exactly sure if he will go to the reunion. And we haven't heard a word from Blaise since then. He just disappeared off the radar.",Astoria piped up. She was almost always with Pansy and always thought of her as second older sister. Especially since Daphne's death.

"How is your mother doing right now Dray? Je me sens comme un idiote de ne pas demander!"

"She's....fine...",Draco remarked doubtfully, looking backwards at the kilometre long hallway filled with the moving portraits of the past Malfoys.

"She's that bad? Merlin!",Pansy replied a gasp, shaking her head with pity.

Astoria discreetly nudged the young woman as she realised what time it was. At least half an hour had passed.

"Merde. Sorry to cut our time short Dray dear but I promised Astoria we'd go somewhere for a bit as she can't apparate on her own yet. Oh! Mcgonagall also stated that she wanted us there a day earlier. I can apparate us to the train station."

"It's completely fine. I should be available then. I'll have to let mother know now."

Astoria gave Draco a smile as Pansy gave him one last tight, warm hug before Pansy apparated the two young women to wherever they had made plans to go.

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When the two girls were gone Draco let out a heavy sigh.

He trudged to his paren— his mother's room to check on her. Lucius's death took quite a toll on her. He didn't know what could happen to her if he left her alone for only two days.

Draco opened the door as the only sound made was a squeak from the door opening. Narcissa laid in her bed upright with a tiny, dark green book in her hands, silently flipping the page, a small frown etched onto her face.

"Mother..?"

"D-Draco!",Narcissa jumped,"I didn't hear you come in! Did you need something? Is it already supper? I can make you some food if your—"

"No no mother. It's just that Pansy and Astoria came over a small while ago and informed me of something."

"Oh those two darlings, what was it that happened dear?"

"Er— They told me that all of the seventh years from last year were invited to a reunion. I have already confirmed with Pansy on my attendance to the meet. But was part of the ministry's prohibition not giving us our letters? I only just found out about the reunion from Pansy today. But more importantly, will you be okay alone? It should only last two days, but I'll have to leave tomorrow."

"I should be fine by myself Draco. I am not that weak to become dysfunctional over one man's death. Although I will contact my lawyer about the owls. You should go start packing. Your old school trunk is in your sixth closet."

Draco smiled at his mother, who's stance straightened up, as he left the door with a squeak when he closed the door slowly.

Once the door was closed completely, Draco walked quickly to his own room and slammed the door shut as he slid down the door, his long legs sprawled out

He took a long deep breathe as he smiled some tears falling down.

"I wonder if Potter will be there."

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malfoygrass · 5 years ago

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Could you write about a instance where either Draco or Astoria gets jealous and how they react?

-Why Not Both-

Draco Malfoy wasn't jealous! He wasn't, really, he had a perfectly good (if vindictive and social climbing) girlfriend named Pansy and he did not envy Harry Potter one bit. Especially not for taking little Astoria Greengrass to Hogsmade for a butter beer.

Why would he care about Astoria Greengrass, really, she was a baby, fifteen to his ( and Harry's) seventeen. Cute as she was and virtually off limits thanks to her frankly scary older sister Daphne, she barely registered on his radar these days. Except Draco was lying to himself and he knew it.

Astoria was different from the other girls in her year, Draco had caught her on more than one occasion smuggling illegal herbs and flowers to and from the dungeons and she as well might have seen him do one or two things he wasn't supposed to do when the 'Potter Stink' badges were distributed. She was secretive, the little slip of a girl, with her wide blue eyes that caught any detail in peripheral vision, silky brown hair, usually braided in a different classic hairstyle each day. She had a habit of following Draco with her eyes whenever they were in the same room, daring him to approach her and find out what she knew, crack open her secrets and maybe, just maybe, make her smile or steal a kiss. Which he didn't because he wasn't aware Astoria Greengrass existed .

Maybe he was fixated on her outing with Potter because she made her make believe look so easy. Little Astoria, daughter, sister, princess. Her circle of friends played the part of a court of storybook characters, the knight, the fairy, the jester, the simpleton, the smart peasant. In her vicinity everything was pastel, everything was pleasant, people drank tea and discussed the weather, classic books and the latest magic breakthroughs. To step into her world was to allow oneself to fall for her fairytale facade where only Astoria was in control of the narrative. Manipulative minx.

How Harry Potter fell for the ladylike princess act Draco didn't know but he wasn't fooled, Astoria was anything but docile under all her social graces, she liked her narrative and wasn't above hexing others to keep her court of roses in perfect working order. In her fairytale (or what she let people believe was her fairytale) everything was perfect and all a princess needed was a prince... Hence the date with Harry Potter.

Why couldn't she have picked him? He was a better bet! Did it really have to be the stupid chosen one. He was marching over to break up the lovebirds..but no, he wasn't jealous.

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Some people thought that Astoria Greengrass was above things like petty jealousy, or stealing someone else's boyfriend. She used to think so too, until she turned fifteen and Draco Malfoy began to notice her when she didn't want him to notice her.

That's when she discovered that no, she wasn't above stealing someone else's boyfriend, especially if that someone else was Pansy Parkinson.

At first Draco's meddling in her affairs had been annoying. Taking her precious Venus Faetrap back to Professor Sprouts greenhouse and subtly blackmailing her with the fact that he knew who had hexed Taylor Featherstone into keeping quiet about her stash of Larkspur and Belladonna.

She showed him she could play the same game, let him stew on his juices when he realized she'd known who was distributing anti Potter merchandise. Let him understand she wasn't to be intimidated when he caught her watching him slip a nasty potion in Collin Creevey's treacle tart. She was quiet not stupid and he wasn't all that he appeared to be either.

She didn't know when watching him had passed from a necessary evil to an entertaining pastime, but as it was, she began to learn his habits. The way he took his breakfast and which subjects he excelled at. For a Malfoy, Draco did hide alot in plain sight, like his love for sweets for example, and his perchance for illegal charms to keep himself perfectly clean and put together. Also Astoria could tell that he didn't care for Pansy, which was unfortunate since Astoria was beginning to care...for him

And she absolutely hated Pansy.

And feeling jealous was annoying, Astoria Greengrass didn't do jealousy as a rule, really, her life was perfectly put together in theory, every step planned down to the letter, plus there wasn't a chance in Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy liked her back.

It didn't mean she disliked Pansy Parkinson any less for getting to kiss Draco. The older girl was a vindictive menace, Ugh couldn't the pug faced cow tell that he didn't liked to be mauled in public?. If anything the day Astoria broke them up, she'd be doing Malfoy a favor. As soon as she figured out how to make Draco aware of the fact that she liked him she was going to push Pansy down a very deep wishing well.

But first she needed to find out if Hermione Granger liked him too. Because the rumors said she did and Astoria didn't have the heart to push HER down a well, Pansy Parkinson at least was decent competition, Hermione Granger was way above Astoria's league. It was like pitting Ron Weasley against Victor Krum.

Hence why she was making an effort to engage Harry Potter into conversation about Hermione Granger and somehow in an effort to get him alone, she'd ended up having a Hogsmade butterbeer with him.

Would her luck ever cease to amaze her?

Harry Potter tough, he was what her father would call a fixer upper. One conversation with him and Astoria was itching to take over his disastrous of life. The boy who lived needed a wardrobe overhaul, a decent magical attorney and a healthy dose of self preservation.

Oh Harry Potter was a project waiting to happen, Astoria felt her magic itching to just make his life better, cut his hair, fix his eyesight, feed him red meat.

Finally after making another subtle suggestion about a magical oculist in diagon alley she was getting ready to grill Harry on Hermione Granger when Draco flounced over like an a peacock

"Couldn't you have picked a better candidate for your new prince charming little Greengrass?" Draco sneered "this one is dead meat already, with what is coming for him"

"What did you just say big Ponce?" Harry Potter growled back "one can't even have a butterbeer in peace without you getting into one's business"

"He's not getting into your business Harry" Astoria murmured demurely but Draco saw her eyes flash in rage "he's meddling in mine, and for that I apologize"

"Astoria you are coming with me" Draco wagged a finger at Potter "I never knew the Greengrass house to consort with the rabble and you won't be starting now"

"Look who's talking, why don't you go off and suck face with Pansy" Astoria shot back "I'm sure she's thrilled anytime she gets closer to doing to you whatever dementors do with people's souls" then just to be petty she added "at least Harry Potter is pretty"

"Thanks Astoria" the clueless griffindoor mumbled just before Draco exploded "oh.. now I get it" Harry mumbled quietly to himself as he got what was happening and decided to stay out of Malfoy's lovers quarrel.

"Are blind? Out of all the people in my year you had to pick HIM? I never thought you to be a Potter fan"

"He doesn't have a girlfriend and Papa would love him, bad eyesight and all" Astoria fired mortified "And you don't get to tell me what to do, I can have as many dates as I want, kiss as many boys as I want, go cr... WHAT ARE YOU DOING" She squeaked as Draco pulled her away from her table dragged her out of The Three Broomsticks with as much force as he could

"Now listen listen to me Porcelain, jealousy does not look pretty on a face like yours, this ends now" Draco hissed as soon as they were far from onlookers "you want me to leave Pansy, fine! I will but if you ever let Potter or any boy so much as touch you again..."

"Break up with her" Astoria demanded a little out of breath trying to look him in the eye despite being so much shorter than him "break up with her and you'll be the only boy I will ever allow to touch me"

"You don't make the rules here" he was so close he could almost taste the butterbeer in her breath

"I'm not above kissing him to prove my point and you know it"

"Over my dead body, you're mine" he said just before he kissed her.

It was an impulsive kiss, hard and demanding, Astoria gave as good as she got pulling him by the lapels of his robe until she was out of breath "your jealousy will be the death of me"

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Later after trying and failing to stay away from each other during the subsequent school years, plus the battle of Hogwarts and the aftermath of it all, Draco's inability to let Astoria go and his need to stamp his ownership all over her would make itself known in the form of a particularly binding marriage contract and an over the top wedding.

Not that Astoria minded, after all...she did make him get a magical tattoo with her name in bold cursive.

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sissytobitch10seconds · 4 years ago

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Harry is in a very toxic relationship with Malfoy. They are hiding their relationship because Malfoy is afraid to come out about their relationship to everyone and his parents because they are death eaters and dating the boy who lived will be a disgrace to them and they will disown him. Malfoy is also very jealous of him spending time with Ron and Hermione, they are getting fed up with it but try to be supportive. Harry can only see them in the common room. (part 1 of 6)

REST OF PROMPT: One day, Harry gets very sick and despite Malfoy trying to control him and getting him not to go to the hospital wing, Ron and Hermione walks in, sees the state Harry is in and heard Malfoy calling him all kinds of names. They escort him to the hospital wing, telling Harry enough is enough it's either he chooses Malfoy or their friendship. Harry mumbles he knows but just wants to go to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey checks him over and to his horror, he finds out he is pregnant. Harry panics as Madam Pomfrey gives him options but he decides to keep the baby. He immediately tries to tell Malfoy but his boyfriend ignores him as he's furious he left their date to go to the hospital wing. Finally, after dinner, as Harry is walking back to the common room, Malfoy pulls him into an empty room and starts to be sweet/kisses him Harry pulls away and tells him off for being an arse and that he's pregnant. Malfoy starts to get toxic, tells Harry that his parents can't find out Harry's pregnant with his child and forces Harry to choose him or the baby. Harry coldly chooses the baby and ends his relationship with Malfoy. For the next few days, Ron gets very protective of Harry and he soons become his rock. Soon word gets out Harry is pregnant and Malfoy tortures him, the Slytherins taunt him continuously and three months later Ron asks Harry why he won't say who the father is. Harry admits he's afraid of Malfoy and he doesn't need stress Ron comforts him saying he should tell everyone who the father is and what a coward he is for leaving Harry. Harry whispers he can't and Ron tells him he doesn't have to afraid, Ron will protect him which makes Harry melt. That was when he realized he was starting to develop feelings for his best friend. Harry and Ron start to fall for one another and date around the time Harry is 5 months pregnant. Could you add some sweet moments like when Harry asks Ron if he's sure he wants to date someone who's who's pregnant with another bloke's child and Ron replies it doesn't matter if he's pregnant as long as he lets Ron love him and his baby? Their first date and kiss, kissing Harry's stomach, telling Harry he's beautiful when Harry is self conscious, telling him Ron will love the baby as if he's his own and kissing him after he has the baby? Harry thanking him for being there when Malfoy left him?

NOTES: You can also read this on Archive! WARNINGS: Abusive relationships, rumor spreading, pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, controlling relationships, emotional abuse, and mpreg

“Draco, please,” Harry whispered. His stomach rolled again and he swallowed harshly to try and keep the bile down. He had been feeling ill all day. His skin was hot and tacky to the touch, as well as being overly sensitive like he was a livewire. His stomach had been upset all day as well, despite him being hungry enough to eat a table when he went down to breakfast that morning. His sinuses felt swollen to the point of bursting and his throat was sore from swallowing.

“Wha- oh you’re not still on that, are you?” the blond asked with a roll of his eyes. He snorted. “You’d think that the chosen one would be a bit more resilient. You probably just caught the cold that’s going around. Now if I may continue my story,” he huffed.

“Draco,” Harry complained. He brought his leg up close to him and turned so that he was facing his boyfriend. The two of them were on their weekly date in one of the abandoned classrooms that the trio had found out about in their fifth year when they were avoiding Umbridge. There was a blanket and some food spread out on top of it, though the food smelled wrong to Harry.

The blond rolled his eyes and turned to his lover with an exasperation expression. “What?”

“I don’t feel well! I think I need to go to the hospital wing,” he whispered, brushing a hand over his forehead. He whimpered as snot ran down the back of his throat and he had to swallow it with his sore muscles.

“You don’t need to go to the hospital wing you stupid pansy,” Draco snarled. Neither of them noticed the door opening behind them and letting in the Gyffindor’s best friends. “I’m trying to talk here and you keep complaining like some kind of child.”

“I told you, I feel like I have the flu or something. I have to go to the hospital wing,” he objected.

“You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay here and talk to me like the good boyfriend you should be acting like. I know that you’re not really ill and you’re just trying to go sneak off and talk to that stupid blood traitor friend of yours.”

“What do you have against Ron? He’s literally done nothing to you to make you hate him,” Harry objected. HIs voice wasn’t nearly as accusatory as he wanted it to be due to how miserable he felt. Normally things were a little one-sided when it came to their conversations, with Draco controlling them and directing them back to himself, but this time it seemed like his boyfriend had ramped all of his bad traits up to eleven. “I do just need to go to the hospital wing. I don’t feel well.”

“Of course you don’t feel well. The one time that I actually get to talk and have some of the attention on me, of course the Chosen One has to have a sickness so that he can make people pay attention to him,” Draco folded his arms over his chest and huffed hautily.

“Harry,” Hermiona called over him before the blond git had the chance to say anything else.

Ron marched into the room, his eyes narrowed menacingly at his best friend’s boyfriend. “Come on, mate. We’re going to bring you to the hospital wing like you wanted,” he offered his hand to Harry, who gratefully took it. He staggered out of the room with the help of Ron to guide him.

“Did you hear the kinds of things that he was saying?” Hermione hissed at them, both of her hands clinging to the strap of her bag. “I can’t believe the audacity of him, especially when you look like this.”

“Yeah, Harry,” Ron nodded. “I mean, he is supposed to be your boyfriend. If he really loves you then he shouldn’t be treating you like this.”

“And that’s not the first time that I’ve heard him complaining about Ron and I. He seems to think that we’re going to steal you away from him just because you hang out with us sometimes. He’s the one that decided that he couldn’t risk making his parents mad long enough to come out about being with a half-blood,” she rolled her eyes. “You know that he’s still spreading rumors around the school about us like he used to before the two of you got together, right?” she asked.

“Hermione, calm down. Harry’s really sick,” Ron said softly as he stopped long enough for the other teenager to steady himself and stop the bile rolling up from his throat.

“No, I’m not going to calm down! This is wrong and we shouldn’t have to tolerate it anymore, any of us,” she stamped her foot. “We shouldn’t have to deal with our best friend’s boyfriend spreading rumors about us around the school and badmouthing us in front of our faces or stealing Harry away from us. Harry shouldn’t have to deal with a boyfriend that’s going to ignore the fact that Harry is clearly sick and do all sorts of other horrible things.”

“She does have a bit of a point, mate,” Ron nodded while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Harry, you can either choose our friendship or the relationship you have with Malfoy,” she said, her eyes glistening with the ferocity that she carried into tests and ten page essays.

“I just want to go to the hospital wing before I puke all over the halls and get detention from Filch,” Harry whined as he wrapped his arms around his rolling stomach. His friends exchanged a quick glance between each other before they each took one of his arms and guided him through the rest of the halls to the hospital wing.

Once he was there they were ushered out and Madame Pomfrey began to perform her tests on him. “First, I’m going to need you to tell me what symptoms that you’ve been experiencing.”

“Well, I feel like I have the flu. Food also smells weird and I’m nauseous but I was hungry this morning,” he explained. He shifted uncomfortable as her scrutinizing gaze looked over him a couple of times.

“Well, it’s impossible for you to have gotten food poisoning if you ate things that came from the kitchens and nothing else,” when he nodded she rubbed her chin in thought. She walked away from him and then busied herself with looking through a drawer. When she returned she had an amulet with a stone hooked to the end of it. “Lay back on the bed, Potter. Pull up your shirt so that your stomach is exposed.”

Harry did as he was told, lying back against the bed with his shirt pulled up so that his stomach was exposed. She dropped the necklace down so that it was hanging still over his belly button. She said a couple of words and then the pendent began to swing back and forth, from north to south.

“I was afraid of that,” she tutted as she wrapped the chain back around his hand and it moved it away from him.

Harry sat up, his shirt falling back down around his stomach as he turned towards the medi-witch. He paused for a moment and placed a hand over his mouth as he tried to keep down the nausea threatening him again. She placed a hand on his shoulder and waited until the green color had slowly faded from his face. “I want you to promise me that you will remain calm and stay in here when I tell you your diagnosis,” she said.

“I promise,” Harry whispered. His lips stuck together as all the moisture in his mouth was whisked away with fear. What if something was deathly wrong with him? He had so many responsibilities, he couldn’t deal with a terminal illness on top of all that.

“The charm that I used on you is a pregnancy device. If it swings, then you’re pregnant. North to south is a boy, east to west is a girl,” she explained while showing him the amulet wrapped around her hand.

The teenager in front of her blinked a few times as he tried to take the information in. He was pregnant. There was a tiny life growing inside of his body. A tiny human that he had created when he and Draco had been stupidly intimate. He was used to being told that he was responsible for the lives of the people around him and the entire wizarding world, but they were all faceless, nameless numbers. This was a real, tangible person that he was now directly responsible for.

“Potter,” Madame Pomfrey placed her hand on his shoulder to try and tug him from his thoughts. She handed him a tissue and he dabbed away the tears he hadn’t realized had been streaking down his face. “I know that this is something that is most likely very terrifying and overwhelming for you, but you do have some choices. You can keep the child, give them up for adoption, or abort the pregnancy.”

“I can’t give up my child or kill them,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging.

“Are you sure? This is something very serious. This isn’t something that you can dive into headfirst and then have someone come and save you from when you decide that it’s gotten too hard. This is a lifetime commitment,” she explained seriously.

“I have to,” Harry whispered. “I know what it feels like to grow up without your parents. If the baby is with me then I know that they’ll be in a good home and I won’t have to worry about whether or not they ended up with someone as awful as my aunt and uncle. And I can’t kill them.”

“It wouldn’t be killing them depending on how far along you are,” she explained softly. “But I respect your decision. I will have to tell the rest of the staff as well as the headmaster. Do not worry, they won’t expel you for this.”

“That’s good, because I don’t have anywhere else to go,” he nodded timidly. The next two hours or so were filled with Madame Pomfrey educating him about everything that would happen with the pregnancy and the kinds of things that he needed to be aware of this early. She gave him anti-morning sickness potions and taught him a couple charms for making things taste different and ways to get rid of fatigue and other symptoms.

By the time that they had finished, Harry was both feeling more overwhelming and more prepared for something than he had ever been. His bag contained a few of the potions he now had to take every morning and night. He walked out and saw that Hermione and Ron were still waiting for him.

“What happened, mate?” Ron asked at the same time as Hermione asked, “Are you alright?”

“Erm,” he glanced up and down the hall to make sure that no one else was around. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh Harry,” Hermione cried, quickly wrapping her arms around him. “That must be so frightening.”

Normally he shied away from physical affection, especially when it came to both of his friends after he had been together with Draco for a while. Now, however, he gratefully took the hug and hugged her back. “It’s so scary.”

When Hermione finally released the raven-haired teen from the hug, Ron clapped a hand on his shoulder, “We’re going to help you through this, mate. You won’t be alone.”

“Are you going to keep the baby?” Hermione asked as they slowly began to walk down to dinner.

“Yes. I can’t bear the thought of giving them away or killing them,” he shook his head. They were mostly quiet as they continued down the hall. When they got to the staircase that went down to the Great Hall and led up to the common room, Harry separated from his friends so that he could drop off his bag and hide the potions in his trunk.

Once he had finished with that, he hurried back down the hall so that he could get to dinner before the time was over. He spotted a head of blond hair that was very familiar and rushed to catch up with his boyfriend. “Draco! I have something to-”

He stopped as the blond whirled around and jabbed an accusatory finger into his chest. “I don’t want to hear a word from you right now, Potter,” he seethed.

“Draco,” Harry pleaded as he walked after his boyfriend.

“No, you need to be punished for bailing on our date with your stupid friends. You didn’t even return and I had to clean everything up!” Draco threw his arms up in exasperation. Harry didn’t try to fight anything that he was saying, his head bowed as Draco stormed down to the Great Hall. Eventually, the raven-haired teenager slowly walked down the staircase as well.

They sat away from the other Gryffindors that night at dinner, talking quietly amongst the three of them. Harry could feel Draco staring at the back of his head from where he was sitting at the Slytherin table, but he knew that the blond would eventually come around. When they had finished, Harry decided that he was going to head up to the common room before the others since Hermione wanted to talk to someone about a project and Ron wasn’t finished with his deserts.

He sighed to himself as he walked through the mostly empty halls. He let out a startled noise as the door to a broom cupboard opened and a hand darted out, tugging him into the enclosed space. He was pushed against the wooden door and felt hands slowly running up and down his abdomen.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever, can you?” Draco asked in a low, sultry voice as he continued his motions. He kissed just underneath Harry’s earlbow and then continued the trail down his chin to underneath where his neck met his jaw.

“Draco, stop,” Harry reached up and grabbed his wrist, pushing him off. “You’re a complete arse. Now I know why you didn’t want me seeing Hermione and Ron. You were worried that if I talked to my friends and they saw the way that you treated me then I would break up with you, and now you’re scared that it’s going to happen so you’re being nice to me.”

“No, Harry, I love you,” he tried again, his other hand reaching out to cup Harry’s cheek.

The Chosen One was silent for a moment before he said, “I’m pregnant.”

Draco recoiled from his boyfriend, holding his hands up in the air like he had just touched something disgusting. He made an offended noise and wrinkled his nose with displeasure. “You can’t seriously be thinking about keeping it. Imagine what my parents would do if they found out that impregnated some halfblood that destroyed our family,” he sneered. “I won’t have it.”

“Draco, I’m keeping the baby. You can’t seriously ask me to get rid of a child that could go to a home like I did,” he whispered, tears collecting in his eyes as he shook his head.

“Harry, you can’t keep that thing. Imagine what people would think about me! After everything that you put me through today, you have to pick one. The spawn or me,” he said, folding his arms across his chest and sticking his nose in the air.

Harry’s hand balled into a fist by his side. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself down, but when he looked up at Draco, his eyes were flickering with rage. “I choose the baby.” he whirled around, grabbed the door handle, and left the broom cupboard as quickly as he could.

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Three months had passed since the fight that Harry had with Draco. Since then, his friends had become a lot more protective of him. Ron walked with him to every class, and Hermione busied herself with finding out everything she could about pregnancy and putting it into a format that Harry would actually remember. The raven-haired teen would have been worried about people getting suspicious if the news of his pregnancy hadn’t flown all over the school within a week.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as he had dreaded it being. The teachers- with the exception of Snape- were very diligent about making sure that none of the other students were harassing Harry and he wasn’t overextending himself. It got a bit annoying with Professor Sprout and Professor Trawleny because the former became a bit of a mother hen and the later kept announcing that he would die in childbirth and couldn’t do anything lest he advance the process.

That being said, the teachers could only do so much. They made sure that he was safe during classes and meals, but there was only so much that they could do on weekends and after school hours. Most people ignored him, with a few of the older students looking at him with pity or disdain. The younger kids seemed to have lost a lot of their reverence when it came to him, but were still excitable and annoying as always. The kids in his house treated him like he was fragile, which was a bit annoying but not necessarily a bad thing. The Slytherins were the main problem.

Draco had riled them all against Harry more so than they already had been before. They called him names and made implications about who he would let in between his legs. They would slap the books from his hands or push him with their shoulders when he was walking down the halls. There would be more jeers and insults thrown at him then there had been during his third year when he had been chosen by the rigged Goblet.

Currently, the trio was sitting in the back of the library at Hermione’s favorite table while she poured over books for her research. Harry had his arms folded in front of him and his head resting on top of them, trying to fight off the tiredness. One of the side effects of the charm that he had been given was that he had to have an off day, something that he had only found out after using it during the weekend once so now the day where he couldn’t use it lay in the middle of the week. Ron was sitting across from him while trying to balance one of the thick, ancient novels that Hermione had pulled from the shelves on the edge of the table using the spine.

A group of Slytherin seventh years entered the library and snickered as they walked by, muttering a couple of insults and kicking Harry’s chair. Hermione glanced up from her book just long enough to glare menacingly at them before she returned back to her reading.

“You know, if you just told them who the father was this wouldn’t be as bad,” Ron sighed as he glared after the older students.

“I can’t,” Harry replied as he began to trace over an old mark in the table made by a charm gone wrong.

Ron was quiet for a moment, setting the book back down on the table properly. “Why not? That git was selfish and just abandoned you after knocking you up. You could even figure out how to do one of those charms that proves the father by branding them with your name on his cheek for a day so that no one could question you.”

“I can’t,” he repeated again with a small shrug.

“Why?” he demanded, his fierce protectiveness not directed at Harry but very evident.

“Because I’m scared,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders weakly. “I mean, I’m pregnant and apparently sometimes that can make your magic go all wonky. What happens if he decides to attack me and then my magic stops working? It would hurt both me and the baby.”

Ron reached across the table, taking Harry’s hand and forcing the other to look up into his eyes with his other hand. “Harry, you don’t have to be scared. You have me. I’ll protect you,” he smiled softly.

Harry felt his heart flutter madly in his chest and his stomach did a flip that was definitely not caused by morning sickness. He tried to drive the thought from his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was beginning to catch feelings for his best friend. “Alright,” he nodded after taking a moment to consider it. “I think that I can do it.”

“You mean that I’ll do it,” Hermione said as she looked up from her book. “That’s a rather complicated spell and I’m the only one out of the three of us willing to sit here and study it,” despite the teasing in her words, she looked rather excited for another project.

“If you would, Hermione,” Harry nodded hopefully.

“Of course,” she beamed as she leaned over and gave him a platonic kiss on the cheek.

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The smell of breakfast in the burrow woke Harry up late that morning. He dragged himself out of the bed as his stomach growled to remind him how hungry he was. He let out a small shudder from the cold as his night shirt rode up on his stomach and exposed it to the cool air of the bedroom. He dressed slowly as he thought back to everything that had happened since he conceived the baby.

After deciding that they were going to expose Draco for the cruel abuser that he was, Hermione had studied the spell they were going to use and then cast it. Everyone found out almost immediately as one thing that the charm did was make it impossible to cover up the words ‘This is the father of Harry Potter’s baby.’ The Slytherins had immediately distanced themselves from the blond git, not because he turned out to be a backstabbing abuser, but because he had slept with a half-blood and then gotten their mortal enemy pregnant. There were a few comments from people in their house until Ron had come out and shut them all up by explaining how manipulative and abusive Draco had been about the entire thing.

Everything had continued as normally as it could when Harry was expecting a baby as a teenager. They graduated and then only Hermione decided that she was going to go back to school for her final year. Harry and Ron were both waiting for when the baby came and they could go around and help with the Order. Neither of them could look too far past the immediate future of this impending war.

Harry let out a small sigh as he turned sideways in the mirror and looked over himself. The roundness of his stomach was now unmistakably a pregnancy bump. He frowned and tugged his shirt down a little bit to try and hide it, unsure how he felt about the roundness.

“Harry? What are you doing?” Ron asked as he walked up the stairs, his brows furrowed with worry.

“Just… getting dressed,” he shrugged as he tugged the shirt down again.

The redhead gave him a small, knowing look as he crossed over the small space between the doorway and Harry. “Are you self-conscious about the belly?”

“I mean, wouldn’t you be? I look bloated,” he grumbled as his eyes drifted back to his reflection again.

“Harry,” Ron laughed as he took the other man’s hands. “You don’t look bloated, you look pregnant,” he chuckled. “And that’s really beautiful.”

“Are you saying I’m beautiful?” Harry asked, unsure but optimistic.

“I mean, yeah,” he turned almost the same color as his hair. “I’ve… I’ve liked you since before you and Malfoy got together but I couldn’t say anything because then you were pregnant and I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you,” he said nervously.

“I love you,” the other teen whispered. He placed his hands on the back of Ron’s neck and tugged him down for a kiss. He could feel himself crying as their lips moved back and forth, but the kiss was still so full of love and care that he fell in love with the ginger all over again. When they separated he let out a small laugh while their foreheads were pressed together. “I’ve loved you since Malfoy and I broke up. You were there for me when it felt like everyone was against me, time and time again. You accepted me with no complaints and you dealt with me when I was being a complete ass.”

“I love you Harry. No matter how much of an ass you’re being, I still love you. And if you’ll let me, I want to be with you,” Ron whispered, his eyes closed with apprehension.

“You want to be with me?” Harry asked with a small, forced laugh. “You have to be joking, right? I’m pregnant with another bloke’s child.”

Ron dropped down onto his knees in front of Harry and pulled up his shirt to reveal his stomach. He kissed the swollen, stretched skin there. “I don’t care if you got pregnant after sleeping with every bloke at the school, you’re still the love of my life. I would be honored if you would let me be with you,” he stood up and held both of Harry’s hands in his own. “On one condition.”

“What?”

“You promise that I am allowed to love you and the baby with my whole heart,” he whispered, a goofy grin falling over his face.

“Of course, you git,” Harry threw his arms around Ron’s neck and brought their faces together for another kiss.

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unklarity · 5 years ago

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Critical Role: Beau

“Click “keep reading” for more photos and a description of my Beau magic box! :)

Over the course of CR2, I was totally blindsided by how much I grew to love Beau, so I was both excited and nervous to make a box for her. I actually made the whole box on paper first (which I have never done before). I think that on some level, I was procrastinating because if I never started, I couldn’t screw it up. After having numerous Beau conversations with some amazing people (special thank you to @alemongrenade, who helped me to turn my Beau feelings into real words), I was able to pin down some themes for her, but it took a while to flesh them out and really get to a point where I was comfortable with them. I ended up focusing on the difference between Beau’s perception of herself and how others perceive her, the way that perception influences her actions, and how that perception was developed.

I have a bad habit where I always feel the need to one-up myself, especially since I’m always learning new techniques and ways to do things, so I tend to want to incorporate all the things I learn into everything. With Beau, though, I wanted to keep it simple. “I’m a simple girl, simple needs,” to quote her introduction. I think Beau is very simple, on the outside, and I wanted the physical box to reflect that veneer of simplicity. Everyone always underestimates her, thinks there isn’t much more to her than a girl who has a problem with authority. So the box is plain, only decorated on the outside with the Cobalt Soul symbol, and yet the contents are varied and complex. (I love a good extended metaphor haha)

One of the reasons I struggled with Beau was her lack of concrete imagery at the beginning of the campaign. While I appreciated her simplicity from a fan standpoint, it was tough to come up with motifs to fit the box. I really wanted to reference her frustration with not being able to see in the dark and how much of a game-changer her Goggles of Night were. My first thought was a glow-in-the-dark message since I was having a hard time finding something more concrete, and even though I eventually did find a perfect pair of miniature silver goggles, I still wanted to include a glow-in-the-dark element, which ended up meshing perfectly with her jade All-Seeing Eye tattoo.

I painted the tattoo in the inside lid and added a clear, matte glow-in-the-dark paint over the top. You can see in the photo below how it looks in the light and in the dark! It’s one of my favorite parts of the box :)

Stones:

I wanted to stick to the Cobalt Soul color scheme of blues and greys as much as possible, so I wanted to use as many blue stones as I could. For a focus stone, I picked a gorgeous electric blue apatite tower. Apatite clears away guilt, confusion, apathy or negativity and helps expand one’s intellect and desire for knowledge and truth. It also represents positive use of personal power to achieve goals, encouraging you to accept yourself as you really are, and to gain greater self confidence. What I thought was interesting about this stone is that the meaning of the word Apatite relates to the Greek word 'apatao', which means 'to deceive'. Now, that’s probably due to the stone being mistaken for other minerals, but I thought it fit well with Beau not being easy to read, people thinking she’s shifty or lying even when she’s being honest, and her troubles with outwardly showing genuine emotions.

I also included a tiny Jade owl to represent wisdom, balance, perspective, and learning to be comfortable with showing your true self (and because I, too, wish Professor Thaddeus could have been Beau’s awesome owl sidekick).

The rest of the stones in the box are:

Fluorite- focus, intelligence, aids in meditation and helps with finding peace with oneself

Labradorite- transformation, becoming, being more true to who you are, help banishing fears/insecurities while enhancing faith and reliance in oneself;

Aquamarine - courage, freedom, and communication

Honey Calcite- clarity of insight/action, confidence, intellectual power

Rose quartz - forgiving oneself, learning to accept love, alleviating fear and sorrow/resentment

Blue aventurine - moving past trauma/letting go of emotional baggage, endurance, help saying what you mean, inner strength, passion/determination, gaining control of anger and emotion, using it to help you

Hematite- grounding, cooperation (fighting in cooperation with spellcasters), fighting up close and personal (associated with martial artists), help talking your way out of situations

Tourmalated Quartz- hardness/tough exterior, help when feeling trapped/cornered. provides security when there is fear of failure, courage and self-acceptance in the learning process. Help with self sabotaging. Good for discipline and meditation. Help dealing with anger/self loathing/bitterness

Sodalite-help being less critical of oneself and help calming internal conflict

Celestite- clarity, intuition, and openness to things out of your comfort zone (also divine energy as a reference to Caduceus’ Holy Weapon spell)

And that’s it for stones!

Potions:

There are 6 potions, each labeled with a number on the bottom. The first three are in the photo below, in order from left to right:

The first potion is centered around Beau’s perception of herself, and how that’s been influenced by her interactions with others. Inside the bottle are lemon balm and basil for self hatred, peony for shame and anger, yellow carnation for disdain, heather for solitude and only being able to rely on herself/carry burdens herself, marigold for feeling like she has to constantly fight to prove herself worthy of love (“love you have to fight for”), nettle for insecurity and perceived insincerity, pine for low self worth, lotus for rebelling against authority, purple hyacinth for guilt/feeling like she has to apologize for being herself, and yellow hyacinth for comparing yourself to others/not thinking you’re special. Sealed with silver wax and a lotus flower stamp with blue pigment.

The second potion is a direct contrast to the first, dealing with other people’s perception of Beau and how she really is. There’s acorn for wisdom despite youth, sunflower for wisdom/loyalty, nutmeg for intelligence/wit, cedar for resilience and strength, pansy for thoughtfulness, thyme for loyalty, affection, attracting the good opinion of others, and courage in the face of adversity, gladiolus for strength of character, faithfulness, and honor, and dogwood for deep devotion and keeping confidence. Sealed with silver wax and a sunflower stamp with blue pigment.

The third potion represents the Cobalt Soul and what it means to Beau at different points in the campaign. At the beginning, the Soul is just another cage, someone else trying to impose their will on Beau, but as the story goes on, her goals and theirs start to line up. Dairon is the first authority figure we see give Beau a real chance while also managing to earn her respect, making the Cobalt Soul something that Beau can be a part of instead of something she’s trying to run from. In this potion we have tarragon for struggling to regain independence, chamomile for shedding outside influence, anise for using knowledge as power/to protect yourself/to get what you want, gum arabic for meditation, lilac for wisdom/memory/unlocking potential, rosemary for mental alertness/perception, violet for guarding against deception, lily for freedom and no longer feeling trapped, green tourmaline for calming the mind and increasing abilities/confidence, chrysocolla chips for empowerment and adaptability, and jasmine for appreciation, calming, and developing confidence. Sealed with silver wax and a Cobalt Soul stamp with blue pigment.

The next photo shows potions four through six, in order from left to right.:

Potion number four represents Beau’s past and how it affects her life currently. Before meeting the Mighty Nein, Beau grew up with parents who constantly tried to make her into something she wasn’t; her criminal background was a direct result of Beau rebelling against that control, and we see throughout the campaign that her intense distrust of authority figures still follows her wherever she goes. As time goes on, she does do a lot of growing up and letting go, and yet the way she was treated in the past still informs many of her present decisions and actions. In this potion, there’s lavender for ingrained distrust and problems between parent & child, dandelion for overcoming hardship, sage & cypress for grief and loss, amaranth for help recovering from trauma, black salt for being controlled/told what to be, yellow rose for betrayal, yarrow for regaining agency, mint for trying to atone for the past (Specifically, her guilt and criminal background vs. adopting Molly’s philosophy of leaving places better than you find them after his death), and barberry for freeing oneself from the power/control of another. Sealed with silver wax and a rosemary with blue pigment.

The fifth potion centers around Beau’s fears and struggles (fear of people leaving her, of not being good enough, struggle with being friendly/charismatic, being soft, struggle with presentation). There’s rue for regrets and obsessing over past mistakes, poppy for carrying a traumatic period in your life with you and letting it affect your actions, hydrangea for apparent aggression and being “bad at people,” cinquefoil for desire to be eloquent/wise/self confident, snapdragon for feeling like she has to lie because that would be better than being herself, gardenia for difficulty trusting others/letting people in, violet for importance of outward appearance (being in control of your own presentation and aesthetic and how important that is for Beau), amethyst for fear of being abandoned, garnet for help shedding guilt/sharing burdens, redeeming oneself, and struggling with responsibility (taking so many of the M9’s failures as her own personal responsibility). Sealed with silver wax and a fists stamp with blue pigment.

The sixth and final potion deals with the people around Beau and how she grows by learning lessons from others, both members of the Mighty Nein and the people they cross paths with. Just as in all the rest of the M9 boxes I’ve done so far, there are cloves for camaraderie and being improved by friends, one for each member of the group. There’s also red carnation and basil for brother-sister bonds with Caleb and Fjord, skullcap for willful commitment (found family), zinnia for remembering absent friends (Molly), sweet pea for chaos and adventure (in particular the Jester-Nott-Beau “chaos crew”), magnolia for loyalty, rose quartz for learning to accept love, and bluebell for friendship and slowly growing to be comfortable with being more truthful/open with people. Sealed with silver wax and a rosemary stamp with blue pigment.

That’s it for the potions! Next are the rest of the box’s miscellaneous contents:

So before I even got a box for Beau, I knew there had to be ball bearings in it. There are about a hundred, minus any that managed to escape while I took this picture :)

In the tiny blue pouch, there are gold coins for Beau’s role initial role as group treasurer, along with aforementioned ball bearings, a worn out old Circus flyer, and a set of 21 miniature Major Arcana tarot cards - the 22nd card, the Moon, is in my Jester box. Attached to the tie of the pouch are a silver pair of goggles with purple lenses to represent her Goggles of Night.

Also in the box are Beau’s staff, and her super secret book of important monk notes. Tucked into the book’s closure is a tiny hand-stamped coin with one of my favorite serious Beau quotes, “I don’t want us to drive each other away.”

Below are some close ups of the wax seals so you can see them better:

Thanks so much for reading! That’s it for Beau. Below are some close ups of the whole box at different angles, plus the quote I engraved on the bottom: “You are a good friend to have and a terrible enemy to make.”

I really had a great time working on Beau and I hope you love her as much as I do!

You can check my “magic boxes” tag to see the rest of my M9 boxes, or you can see them on my website at unklarity (dot) com!

#magic boxes #critical role #beauregard lionett #mighty nein #critical role art #magic box

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Drarry Fanfics’ Recommendation (masterpost)

I’ve been postponing this for too long!

And then I were working on it for five days and I though I would die before finishing it! But here it is, finally! *cries*

The organization of this post is a little bit rubbish, but I hope that you enjoy the fanfics if you decide read some :) Also, english isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry if there’s some grammar mistake or misspelling :___

Enjoy! <3

CANON COMPLIANT

Perfección, by OneMinuteBlack

Harry Potter tenía una vida perfecta: tenía una esposa a la que amaba, tres maravillosos hijos, una familia cálida y numerosa. Era el Jefe del departamento de Seguridad Mágica más joven de la historia y la prensa por fin había dejado de atosigarle. Todo era perfecto. Todo, hasta que su hijo Albus decidió invitar a su mejor amigo a su fiesta de cumpleaños. Entonces descubrió que la vida no era tan perfecta.

31 chapters

Spanish

Explicit

Are you mine?, by gracerene

A trilogy of fics set in an Epilogue-Compliant Harry Potter 'Verse, with various accompanying time-stamps and one-shots. Fics are in chronological order.

Three fanfics + one-shots (91.008 words)

English

Explicit

MY FAV CANON COMPLIANT FIC!! Also, one of the three fanfics it’s a Jeddy fanfic <33

Dating Potters, by GoldenTruth813

Scorpius and Albus have been together for awhile now and decide it's time to have a family dinner and come out to their fathers. What they're not counting on is the fact that they're not the only ones with secrets to share. A story in which innuendos are made, hoodies are worn, secrets are revealed, and Albus hides under the table, though not necessarily in that order.

7.733 words

English

Mature

PERFECTION! I mean, this has Drarry and Jeddy and Scorbus and it’s absolutely perfect. Plus, it’s illustrated! I love this one :__

Freedom to be, by Quicksilvermaid

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived.

12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends.

Only nothing feels perfect.

Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

19 chapters (169.540 words)

English

Explicit

OMG THIS FANFIC!! Mix Drarry + BDSM + poweful!Harry and you’ll have my heart forever and always <3

Fate has different plans, by MarchnoGirl

Harry drew in a breath.

The man must have felt him, because he spun his head towards him, leaving Harry completely speechless. He was wearing a white mask, covered in plumages and diamonds around the eye holes. The diamonds were almost too shiny in the darkness of the room and made the man’s eyes pop out more evidently: they looked like liquid silver. Or, where some casual anal fingering changes Harry’s destiny.

3 chapters (24.336 words)

English

Explicit

Why have this boys to insist in being so angsty? I don't wanna suffer (well, maybe I do)

Play dates, by bixgirl1

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

7.722 words

English

Explicit

Draco and Harry being dads is so sweet :___ Also, good old praise kink *wink*

Predictable little curses, by brightowl

Two single fathers. One rather inconvenient bonding spell.

14.481 words

English

Explicit

In this post you’re going to discover that I’m a sucker for bonding fanfic

What you left, by MalenkayaCherepakha

Dear Mr. Malfoy, the letter began.

May I begin by extending my deepest condolences on the death of Mr. Potter. It is a great loss for all of wizardkind, and an even greater one for those who knew him personally.

I am writing to you today to inform you that Mr. Potter left you a bequest in his will; the key to Vault 467 at Gringotts. I do not know what the vault contains.

The key is currently in my possession, but if you would like to retrieve it, please do visit my offices at your earliest convenience.

My deepest sympathies once again,

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Alexander Stewart

Draco didn’t understand. Why would Harry leave him the key to his vault?

3983 words

English

Mature

Don’t read this fucking fanfic. It’s going to break your heart. This is the most angsty thing I’ve ever read, I swear.

HOGWARTS EIGHTH YEAR

Tug-o-want, by dysonrules

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

16.664 words

English

Mature

Not exactly a bond fic, but... more or less.

Dreaming of Harry, by Writcraft

The first night Draco Malfoy dreams of Harry Potter, everything changes.

11.377 words

English

Explicit

Draco is so soft, I need to hug him :___

Hey, Potter, by SunseticMonster

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

16.024 words

English

Mature

This is so funny, they’re so idiots... But the thing with the ghosts :(((

Candy, by bixgirl1

It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends.

Sweet fic. May cause cavities.

5.858 words

English

Mature

THIS IS SO FLUFFY ASLKJALKSJD I love oblivious Draco :’)

It’s joggers season (or so the muggles say), by carpemermaid

Everything about Draco’s life since May has been one bloody long exercise in subverting everything he’s known, that’s expected of him, in an effort to get as far away from the mistakes he’s made—the wrong choices he was forced into. He’s returned to Hogwarts to take his N.E.W.T.s and everything is different—namely, Harry Potter strutting around in clingy joggers that Draco can’t get off his mind.

10160 words

English

Explicit

Kiss, by heyitsamorette

Harry and Draco are forced to kiss over and over again, because that’s just what happens to two arch-enemies around Christmas.

6 chapters (15.344 words)

English

Explicit

This is very cute :__

You cannot save people, you can only love them, by heyitsamorette

Upon returning for Eighth Year, there are so many strange things going on with Malfoy, Harry doesn’t know where to start. He won’t talk to Harry, but he’s talking to ghosts. He won’t apologize for his past, but the Black Family tapestry has crossed him off its tree. And the worst of it all, he still has that infuriating, snotty mouth on him that gets Harry’s dick hard as a rock drives Harry insane.

9 chapters (51.732 words)

English

Explicit

Let it burn in hell, by ImmortalAcorn

Pansy is a cow. It’s unbearable. This whole year will be horrible, I can already tell.

Draco hates the stupid diary and he will not be caught dead writing in it.

Not complete! 126/151 chapters (33.593 words)

English

Mature

I love this one ‘cause it’s written like a diary and I think that isn’t common (?)

before & after, by endoftheline7

Loving Harry James Potter was this: soft, extended longing, stretching out forever in his heart, only faltered by the knowledge that having Harry Potter's love would be entirely different. It would be bright and coarse and real. It would be that brash Gryffindor nerve translated into feeling, and Harry's hands would be rough when they cupped Draco's face and his lips would be bitten raw and chapped with cold and perfect, perfect, perfect.

It would be. If he had it.

2 chapters (23.942 words)

English

Mature

MY POOR HEART! MY POOR BABY DRACO!! The first chapter hurts so, so much... But the second *^*

Dragon’s Hide, by featherflairs

“Finally got me on my knees, eh Potter?” Draco smirked up at him, scandalously close to flirting as he placed Potter’s foot on the scale.

“Could you please carry on?” Harry coughed, awkward when faced with his brashness.

Draco gave a dry smile, writing down his measurements and reaching for Potter's other foot.

“You should consider yourself lucky. I’m usually quite picky with who I service.”

14 chapters (61.156 words)

English

Explicit

Draco’s working as a Quidditch boots’ maker and living in Hogsmeade. Harry is in Hogwarts for the 8th Year. And then the drarry happens :D

The Nightmare Club, by Elle Gray

Hermione and Ron are going back to Hogwarts to do N.E.W.T.s, Ginny isn't. Harry hasn't decided, until he has, in front of the Wizengamot and now he's responsible for Malfoy as well. A tale of enemies who learn to get along, get it wrong and get it on. Everything is purple, some things are on fire and no-one is sleeping properly. But don't worry, there's tea!

16 chapters (85.073 words)

English

Explicit

Harmonised Consciousness, by Talizora

"Potter's spell is still active, but I can shield my thoughts from him. I've been stirring him up all afternoon! It's hysterical!"

Blaise gasped, "It's still active! But it's… Dinner time!"

"Yes, so?"

"S-so? That spell is supposed to cancel itself after an hour! It's been, almost four hours!"

Draco shrugged, "I'm not worried. It's probably due to Potters magic. I'm sure it'll time-out eventually."

Blaise frowned, "Draco I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe you should end the spell?"

"No way! Blaise! I can hear everything! Before, in Runes, Potter was ranting about how he wanted to kill Weasel and Trelawney! He's all over the place! I had no idea he had such homicidal tendencies!" Draco giggled.

One of Blaise's eyebrows rose, "…Draco? Did you just giggle?"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

3 chapters (24.318 words)

English

Explicit

BOOOOOONDIIIIIING *^*

Something I don’t want to stop, by lq_traintracks

It's Harry and Draco's eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they're being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

16.228 words

English

Explicit

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Love comes tumbling, by taradiane

'Harry's thoughts were of how much he would have done differently with Malfoy over the years, and of Dumbledore's final words to the other boy . . . "It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now." Maybe, Harry wondered, he could find some mercy, too, and give Malfoy the second chance that Dumbledore had believed him worthy of.'

22.221 words

English

Explicit

(Un)Calculated Risk, by loveglowsinthedark

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant.

And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.

6.917 words

English

Explicit

So sooooft :___ And so smutty *smirks*

Slip into my lover’s hands, by lq_traintracks

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn't think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. "One finger?"

5.933 words

English

Explicit

Good old smut~ I found this fic thanks to this fantastic fanart <3

In evidence of Magical Theory, by bixgirl1

When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead.

7 chapters (43.747 words)

English

Explicit

ACCIDENTAL BONDING LAKSAJLJKDLSJD

The ties that bind us, by Faith Wood

An accident leaves Draco and Harry bound tightly together. Literally.

27.890 words

English

Explicit

It’s not exactly a bond fic, but it’s very funny!

The standard you walk past, by bafflingaze

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

14 chapters (46.202 words)

English

Mature

THE CUTENESS!!! OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Right hand red, by lq_traintracks

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

3 chapters (73.173 words)

English

Explicit

The bois playing muggle games and being awkardly in love

Rarely pure and never simple, by motleygrrrl

"Is stalking me some sort of compulsive need of yours or something?"

Harry Potter won't stop following Draco around—no matter where he goes, Potter is there, watching. And Draco knows what that means—Potter is clearly planning his death, despite what Blaise and Pansy think. Because if it's not murder he's after, what else could it possibly be? And how could Draco find a way to use that information to his advantage?

Not complete! 4/? chapters (35.006 words)

English

Explicit

HOW CAN BE THIS SO CUTE?!?!? Draco’s so cute falling in love for Harry and Harry is so in love already :______

Through the looking glass and what Draco found there, by magpie_fngrl

Draco discovers the Mirror of Erised is a portal and he enters an alternate reality where your deepest desires come true. Or how Draco found himself in the world of his dreams and Potter had to come and ruin it.

2 chapters (17.440 words)

English

Explicit

This is cute and sad and cute ;___; I feel so sorry for my baby Draco :((

Lumos, by birdsofshore

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

41.746 words

English

Explicit

I promise you, it’s cuter than it seems, hahahah

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES (again) (this trope is everything)

The romantic prawn who loved Christmas, by bixgirl1

When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess.

What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him.

2 chapters (39.404 words)

English

Explicit

More roommates ^^ This is so funny and smutty :___

Beautiful meanings in beautiful things, by dwacos

After a cocky comment from Malfoy and a (totally, 100% justified) punch in the face from Harry, Malfoy ends up with a bruise on his cheek that just doesn't seem to want to go away, no matter what is attempted. Harry's confused by his Amortentia smells, Malfoy keeps asking him to punch him (literally,) and everybody seems to think that they can just tell Harry that he isn't straight anymore. On top of all of that, Harry now has to figure out what the fuck to do when you find out that you've got a soulmate. A fucking soulmate.

2 chapters (76.944 words)

English

Explicit

Wow, another soulmates/bonding fanfic, what a surprise *insert pikachu’s meme here*

Then comes a mist and a weeping rain, by Faith Wood

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

21.139 words

English

Explicit

THIS IS SO FUNNY!! Draco is a grumpy kitten <3

In need of a proper hug, by Faith Wood

Draco rescues a poor, poor koala, which won't stop hugging him. Inspired by this pic of DanRad hugging Jack Huston aka Jack Kerouac in Kill Your Darlings, and this comment: "I've decided that he is part koala, and I think you should write a story where Harry becomes an Animagus, turns into a koala, and clings constantly to Draco." Beware of cute. Bring a toothbrush.

2.086 words

English

Mature

THE FLUFF!! KOALAS!!!! MY HEART!!!!!!!!

An issue of consequence, by Faith Wood

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend.

5 chapters (20.798 words)

English

Explicit

This one hurted so much :( But there’s a happy ending, I promise <3

Written on the heart, by who_la_hoop

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

20 chapters (113.984 words)

English

Explicit

AND THEY WERE S O U L M A T E S

Say my name, by Thunderbird587

Harry witnesses something unexpected in the 8th year boys' showers and starts to see Draco Malfoy in a whole new light. The question is now, what is he going to do about it?

A coming of age Drarry tale about letting go of the past and building the future.

21 chapters (199.135 words)

English

Explicit

I have a special affection for this fanfic, because it made me realize the bad things about the relationship of Harry and Ginny and that’s always a good thing (?)

Things worth knowing, by Femme (femmequixotic)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

10 chapters (164.523 words)

English

Explicit

I think this is my favourite Hogwarts Eighth Year fanfic. All the thing with the hate towards the Slytherin House and DRACO DRESSED UP AS HYPNOS OMG WHAT A BLESSING <33 Also, Ravi is the best and the talk :___

Alliges Duplicia: Bound, by Anonymus

Harry and Draco both go back to Hogwarts for the 8th year. Harry goes because he skipped his 7th year, and Draco goes because he failed his.

The get stuck working together on a Potion’s project because they both skipped the same class in which pairs were chosen. Due to the clumsiness of another student, their brilliant work turns into a disaster when, somehow, their magical energies get bonded together, which forces them to stay in close proximity to each other.

This isn’t a permanent situation, but it will take quite a bit of time for the proper officials to figure out how to unbind them, seeing as this type of instance is extremely rare. Somewhere along the way, Draco bonds with Harry in a different way. Enemies become friends, and friends become something more.

Not complete! 23/? chapters (76.089 words)

English

Explicit

Do you remember that I’ve lost a fanfic and was looking for it? WELL, I FOUND IT AND IS THIS! :D

Strangers, by LucyLightwood

The first time he sees Malfoy up there, he points his wand at him. And even though he knows he should leave, he decides to stay and sit as far away as possible while they both look over at the same set of stars. They shouldn't be sharing the same room or breathing the same air, but after a month of silent company, it's not Harry who crosses the line first.

Not complete! 24/? chapters (146.845 words)

English

Mature

I think this was one of the first Drarry fics I’ve read :__ They’re so soft, help ;__;

Harry Potter y las Cicatrices Invisibles, by OTPshipper98

Tras la Batalla de Hogwarts, todo el mundo ha perdido algo. Algunos han perdido a familiares y amigos. Otros han perdido la inocencia. Pero Harry Potter ha perdido la sonrisa; se ha perdido a sí mismo. Y la única persona que se siente como él es, para su sorpresa, Draco Malfoy.

61 chapters (253.651 words)

Spanish

Explicit

Okay, this fanfic competes with Things worth knowing for the first position of my favourites Eighth Year fanfics :___

The wolf pack, by dracogotgame

Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?

13.672 words

English

Teen and up audiences

The fluffiest thing in this galaxy <3

Friday night gossip, by jamesilver

“You two are my best friends, you know that. It’s just...” Hermione paused. “There are just things I can’t talk about you two with. It’d be too...weird. For all of us. It’s just a thing girls like to do, you know. We want to talk about our boyfriends, the guys we like—the cute things they do, the stupid things they do, all their quirks that we really like, our feelings about them."

After her friends were gone, Pansy Parkinson got her attention. "We couldn’t help overhearing.”

Draco leaned forward. “If you want to talk about crushes and feelings and your boyfriend, you can join our Friday night mani-pedi group.”

“Okay,” Hermione said.

“Good.” Pansy pointed at her. “Bring what colors you want for your nails. I’ll provide accent colors and decorating tools. Also, bring towels and whatever hair products you use. I bring drinks, Draco brings chocolate, fine something to add to that. Be at Draco’s room at nine on Friday.”

_____

Or, in which Hermione just wants to talk about boys and ends up becoming a small sort of matchmaker

(above is a heavily-edited excerpt)

6.424 words

English

Mature

I love the idea of Draco and Pansy being big drama queens and befriending Hermione <33

Tie me up in knots, by lauren3210

“Harry, are you wearing a Slytherin tie?”

2.065 words

English

Mature

KASHJJKDAJSDKLAJSDLAKJD (that’s the most coherent thing I can say about this fic)

Unexpected consequences, by lauren3210

Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn't know why he expected anything different.

7 chapters (39.192 words)

English

Explicit

OMG THIS FANFIC!! B O N D I N G <333

AUROR POTTER

Dueling, by heyitsamorette

Draco is an Auror trainee. They have dueling practice every week. All dueling really amounts to is a game of domination and submission.

Written for wand_in_a_knot for pasdexcuses' delicious prompt, "domination is the name of the game."

3.211 words

English

Explicit

Have yourself a kinky little Christmas, by keyflight790 & tsundanire

As the holidays loom, Harry feels the weight of everything and everyone he'd lost. Working as an Auror, while exciting hadn't filled him with the same kind of satisfaction he'd assumed it would. It takes one extremely kinky secret admirer to pull out a side of him he'd been pushing away since his youth, and actually make him want to come into work everyday.

12 chapters (21.433 words)

English

Explicit

The man in the scarlet cloak, by bixgirl1

There's usually a better time and place to participate in seduction than the Forbidden Forest. Unless, of course, it's Mating Season.

In which Draco is sneaky but not sneaky enough, Harry is confident but goes a bit mad, and the Trees are either incredibly romantic or just sort of perverts.

16.350 words

English

Explicit

This fanfic is fantastic! I loved the trees’ thing <3

Work it out, by GoldenTruth813

The Auror Trainees now have required gym time, and Draco is distracted by Potter’s equipment. His workout equipment, that is.

4.454 words

English

Explicit

Hourglass heart, by bixgirl1

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

5.252 words

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WHY ARE THEY SO IDIOTS?!?!?!

Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar, by Anonymus

Draco Malfoy offers to help his coworkers to improve their seduction techniques, with unexpected consequences.

8.700 words

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This one is so funny :__ Also, it contains the best kink ever aka praise kink (uwu)

Cauldron full of hot, strong love, by aibidil

In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.

4 chapters (80.466 words)

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THIS IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE!!!! You can’t imagine how much I loved this fanfic :___

Fake it til you make it, by mssldiaz

Draco hates soul marks. He hates all marks in general. Especially one that ties him to the Boy Wonder. Draco just wanted to finish his probation in peace and slowly remove himself from the public eye. Being soul matched with Harry Potter is definitely not the way to avoid attention.

Especially when he won't shut up about it.

A sort of Modern AU.

4 chapters (24.274 words)

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I don’t believe in soulmates irl, but in fanfiction... oh boi

Little Prince, Kneel, by Selly87

Almost immediately after the war, Harry Potter took his godson and Andromeda and left England behind. He returned five, nearly six, years later; changed, healed, and a very different man altogether. Now an extremely handsome bachelor in his late twenties, and with a promising career at the Ministry, he suddenly finds his life turned upside down after unexpectedly bumping into his former school nemesis, Draco Malfoy, Prosecutor Extraordinaire.

Is Harry going to be able to stay away from Draco? Does he even want to? And exactly how will Draco react once he discovers how the Saviour prefers to spend his free time?

Not complete! 40/70 chapters (209.400 words)

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I’M ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THIS FANFIC, IT GIVES ME LIFE, CURES MY DEPRESSION, CLEARS MY SKIN!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA *dies*

This year’s love, by trishjames

This year’s love had better last, heaven knows it’s high time when you try to make lovers from friends. But Harry Potter realises time and time again that it’s simply not possible for him. And then along comes Draco Malfoy— the ultimate foe on the mend. Whatever will become of them? A story about love.

6 chapters (84.000 words)

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Dean is such a shit in this fanfic :((( Also, Harry and Draco being idiots *eyeroll*

Antlers and Ivy, by violetclarity

The thing is, Draco has always known he wouldn’t be able to marry his soulmate. Finding out his soulmate is Harry Potter shouldn’t change anything.

Or: soulmarks, a masquerade ball, and gratuitous use of The Daily Prophet as a plot device.

6 chapters (19.124 words)

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Write the way out, by carmemermaid

When Draco finally gets his first real assignment as a reporter for the Daily Prophet, he didn’t imagine that he would be given the Potter beat. Resigning himself to writing boring pieces about dull charity functions and various Auror missions, Draco is more than surprised when he follows Potter into Muggle London and discovers Potter’s secret.

14.578 words

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The Full Monty, by magpie_fngrl

Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

9.860 words

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PROFESSORS

Of roses and dragonfire, by xErised

Years after That Kiss, Potter (and his new pet snake) appears again, this time as Hogwarts's Quidditch and Muggle Games instructor (what are Muggle Games anyway? Is this why Potter is swimming in the Great Lake wearing such a tiny pair of pants?), disrupting Draco's peaceful life as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It's bad enough dealing with one exuberant Gryffindor (Charlie Weasley as Care of Magical Creatures professor) on the faculty, and what's all the gossip about Potter courting Draco?

3 chapters (53.123 words)

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Asakdjslkdjas this is so cute and funny :__ And the Parseltongue kink, help xdd

Nosy niffler, by dracoismytrashson

Harry can't stop watching him. It's starting to feel a bit like sixth year, except this time he's a grown man with classes to teach and no time to obsess about his favorite subject: Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, Harry's pet Niffler keeps stealing things from Draco and only Draco, making it entirely impossible for Harry to avoid confronting that stupid smirking face he most assuredly doesn't want to kiss.

6.582 words

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A secondary education, by Thunderbird587

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along. As Draco reckons with his ex-wife's infidelity and questions about his own sexuality, he finds himself going to an openly gay Potter for guidance. As their friendship deepens, Draco realizes that there is quite a lot that Potter can teach him. And that he is surprisingly ready to learn.

21 chapters (234.528 words)

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Not to be dramatic, but I would die for this fanfic

IN THE MUGGLE WORLD

Yours to keep, by dracoismytrashson

Some people think concepts like fate and destiny are romantic, but for Harry Potter, fate has always meant one thing: a swift kick in the arse. Why else would he cross an ocean to New York and enroll in Muggle university only to find Draco Malfoy living two doors down the hall? The universe and its twisted sense of humor can fuck right off.

A story in which two broken boys try to repair themselves halfway across the world. Too bad trauma doesn't care how far you run.

22 chapters (135.830 words)

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OMG I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FANFIC! I think it’s my fav fic and without a doubt this Draco is THE BEST DRACO IN THE UNIVERSE <3333 Plus, the mental health is treated so well in this story, it’s a blessing. Seriously, this fanfic is everything ;___;

The lost bet, by Selly87

It is 2019 and Harry Potter, Ex-Auror turned full-time dad and writer of magical children's books, finds himself making a startling discovery about none other than his former school rival Draco Malfoy. Just where will this relationship, rekindled over several cups of exquisite coffee, lead those two men?

27 chapters (60.700 words)

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This is so sweet <3 Also, it triggered my need of coffee :__

The Magic Cat, by dot_the_writer

When Harry sees Draco Malfoy with painted nails and wearing an oversized jumper covered in cat fur, his obsession from school comes back in full force. Featuring supportive friends, cute cats and lots of Harry figuring out what he wants.

17.455 words

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CATS CATS CATS *^*

There’s no I in team, by JulietsEmoPhase

When Draco's babysitter cancels on him, he has no option but to bring his son to work, despite the fact he has an extremely important day ahead of him. Rescue comes from the most unlikely of places, and Draco ends up having a day he never could have planned, or hoped for.

Muggle AU, smut. Birthday present!

13.389 words

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Oh, the cuteness :___

Listen, the snow is falling, by dracoismytrashson

It's the coldest day of the year, and a blizzard is threatening to bury the city at any moment. All Draco Malfoy wants to do is get through his shift at the homeless shelter so he can go home to a warm cat and a comfy bed. Too bad the universe has other plans.

12.450 words

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I have a soft point for Draco trying to redeem himself and so does Harry <3

Highly (in)compatible, by gracie137

Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?

37.300 words

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Me and the soulmates au, the soulmates au and me (a love story)

Anyone but him, by RuArcher (Coriesocks)

Harry thought going to a Muggle university would be the perfect opportunity for a new start. He hadn’t counted on having Draco Malfoy as a flatmate.

19.323 words

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I laughed so much with this one, it’s so relatable xddd

CREATURES

In the red, by bixgirl1

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there.

The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

5 chapters (45.629 words)

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This hurt a little bit :__

A Choice of Wings, by Lomonaaeren

A Choice of Wings is Harry's matchmaking business for Veela who have trouble finding mates. And Draco Malfoy is his most difficult client.

18.738 words

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Harry Potter and the Maudlin Merman, by FleetofShippyShips

Not a proper series, more like, I might dabble in this AU and when I do I'll just post things as oneshots.

At some point after the war, Draco Malfoy was cursed and dumped in the lake at Hogwarts.

2 one-shots (8.946 words)

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Merman!Draco is pure fantasy :___

Today, Forever, by Palendrome

As if his recent divorce and sleepless nights weren’t bad enough, a rash of escalating crimes against purebloods forces Harry and his team of Aurors to protect the riskiest target in all of Wizarding Britain.

Of course, Draco Malfoy would still be ridiculously infuriating and impossibly gorgeous.

As well as a Veela.

Who happens to be Harry’s mate.

6 chapters (60.960 words)

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I loved this one <33

RANDOM JOBS

Phoenix Repairs Services, by carpemermaid

Phoenix Repair Services — We’ll bring it back to life as if it was new! Draco hires a suspiciously private wizarding handyman to fix his kitchen when he returns home to find it destroyed. He expects a middle-aged wizard with greying hair and a pudgy gut to show up. Instead, he gets Harry Potter—with a utility belt and a charming smile—who is more attractive than he has any right to be.

20.550 words

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What’s my age again?, by lazywonderland

Harry Potter has had enough of pleasing the public, and his reckless tendencies are finally getting out of hand.

The Quidditch World Cup is only a week away; as Captain of the English National Team, Hermione has assured him that his immaturity won’t be tolerated by the Ministry.

And then Malfoy shows up.

(Inspired by the blink-182 song of the same name.)

12.249 words

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Harry being a rebel and doing with his life whatever he wants is my kink

Notes on a resurrection, by newleaves

The plan was never to raise Sirius Black from the dead. Draco’s intentions were only ever to free him from the veil, most likely so that he could move on. It’s Harry’s actions as he entered the forest, ten years ago, which have afforded Black the prospect of life and are causing these accidents along the way…

A story about hope, courage and the act of changing state.

Not complete! 10/13 chapters (88.248 words)

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I’M SO GLAD I FOUND THIS FIC *^* IT HAS A LOT OF WONDERFUL THINGS: UNSPEAKABLE!DRACO, WOLFSTAR, HARRY AND DRACO BEING IDIOTS IN LOVE...

Touch, by bixgirl1

When Harry is referred to a professional cuddler for the soothing power of touch, he’s dubious — even more so when the Cuddler who shows up turns out to be Malfoy. But in the years since the war, Malfoy’s changed, and over the next several days Harry is confronted by how much he still doesn’t know about this new version of his old enemy — and by how much he wants to learn.

5 chapters (44.791 words)

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Let’s take a chance on happiness, by endless_grey

Harry works with Luna at her magical antique shop, and everything is going pretty well until a mysterious ring makes an appearance. Cue curse-breaker Draco Malfoy and an accidental bond, and suddenly Harry is magically married to his former nemesis. They need to break the bond before Hermione's fundraiser, but Harry doesn't remember "fall in love with the git" being part of the plan.

21.178 words

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Boooonding tiiiiiime <3

A man like him, by darkestbliss

Draco Malfoy has made a name for himself after the War as 'the wizarding world's best interior architectural designer' (his words), taking old, decrepit spaces and transforming them into exquisite homes for those who can afford the hefty price tag. His most recent assignment is number twelve, Grimmauld Place, which has only deteriorated more in condition since the elusive Harry Potter inherited it after Sirius Black's death. When he stumbles upon a collection of questionable items in one of Potter's wardrobes, he finds himself appalled, shocked, distraught, and just a little bit turned on.

23 chapters (60.132 words)

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I’m in love with Dom!Harry, sorry :___

FANFICS I DON’T KNOW HOW THE HELL CLASSIFY

Draco Sodding Malfoy, by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed

Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco's ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.

73 chapters (250.248 words)

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Oh, godness, this fanfic. It was one of the first Drarry fanfics I’ve read and I’m completely in love with it.

He kneels, by Selly87

“What do you want, my gorgeous little prince?” Harry asked softly and Draco stared up at him, eyes wide, lips trembling slightly beneath Harry’s gentle caress.

8.841 words

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This one inspired Little Prince, Kneel and :___

The Day The Weasel Crashed The Party (And Got More Than He Bargained For), by Selly87

It's a perfect evening, the restaurant is exquisite, the champagne is cool and bubbly and Harry is in the company of the only man he wants to spend tonight with...until his best friend, Ronald Weasley, makes a surprise appearance. Things can only go pear-shaped from here on, or can they?

3.348 words

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I would kill Ron, I swear... agh :/

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lifeafterten · 6 years ago

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RtN 02: Sept 02 -Sept 12; Get Me the FUCK Outta Here

I’ve been here for days. Who the fuck stays in the hospital for days?... Fucked up people. And I’m in Fucked-Upville-- Population (points to self) this mother fucker.

Okay. Okay. I’m turning the drama down. Honestly though... I’ve been here a fucking while. I have an I.V. tube in each arm, one for fluids, because I’m perpetually dehydrated, the other is for the antibiotics that don’t seem to be working, because I still feel like death. I have to often lay in awkward positions so I don’t tangle myself and make the machines go off. So. Much. Beeping. And I swear to Christ, if they come at you with a little blue bag and claim it’s potassium... RUN--Fucking run, because once they hook your ass up to that shit you’ll feel like they’re injecting fire into your veins and you can’t scream because let’s face it: you’re too damn tired, so you settle for some weird case of facial Tourettes in the form of wincing and hissing. And they turn the drip down enough for the fire to feel like a sting... and you feel that effervescent sting until it’s done. It’s “supposed” to take 30 minutes-- they say. But my pansy ass can’t take the heat so the slowed down version makes it last at least an hour and some change. I pray I’m not stubborn enough today to take the morphine. Why won’t you take the morphine, Ashley? I’ll fucking tell you why-- I have control issues. And the morphine feels too fucking good that I need the pain to remind me that I’m still alive and to gauge between dream and reality.

At this point I’m agitated (by pain and impatience). I’ve been stuck by damned needled so many times, because of all the bloodletting I’ve been doing. These assholes have been taking my life source (no, not coffee, you freak) twice a day. Oh, I’m sorry, they’ve been taking my “blood cultures” twice a day.

Why? They don’t say. They tell me to ask my doctor. My doctor is a pussy. Soft spoken; pussy footing fucking pussy, who can’t give me a straight answer.

I dismiss my doctor more than a person dismisses alcoholism. Day drinking is not a bad thing. Who cares if it’s barely noon and you’ve been drinking since 9. ... Not speaking from experience-- Anyway!

I dismissed my doctor a lot. I couldn’t help it. I’ve been laying up in this bitch for weeks and you can’t give me some indication of what’s going on; let alone a time frame of when I’ll be able to go home-- on top of a mother fucking reason why I’m being kept in here for so damn long? Yeah. Fuck that shit. Dismissed, mother fucker. I have no fucks to give for useless asshats. Come talk to me when you can tell me what the fuck’s up.

I’ve been moved to three or four rooms. From the ER bed to Surgery... Then to another room in Surgery... to the Telemetry ward, because my heart rate was too high-- which honestly I’m not surprised... I’ve been on permanent pissed the hell off for quite some time now. They take my vitals every 30 minutes. I’ve been counting because I literally have nothing else to do, besides... I only feel that it’s fair that I monitor them while they monitor me. But mostly it’s because I’m bored and there’s nothing on TV. By now I’ve refused visitors. I’ve dodged death a couple times.

Homicide via Mio overdose: Backstory: I asked for Mio, because they kept saying I was dehydrated and I thought I needed electrolytes like a muh’fug, so when my friend Kris came by (note she had no idea what Mio was let alone how to use it) and had dumped an entire bottle of Mio (24 servings) into my water jug (16 - 24 oz tops). I take one sip of it and I thought I was gonna die. Chest was on fire. My machines were going crazy, because I was coughing my lungs out and poor Kris is panicked and distraught. Its hard to convey you’re okay if you’re croaking like you’ve been smoking for about 300 years and your vision is obscured by tears. Sidenote: The incident still brings her to tears to this day, she feels so bad. Personally, I think it’s adorable and funny... Now, at the time...? Owie.

Suicide via Mother doth Love too much: I love my mother. I do. I love my entire family. But they like to hover and it was stifling. They’re looking at me with worried eyes when they think I’m asleep and I get it. It doesn’t look good, kid. My sister? God love her, she tries to keep the worry and her tears in check because she knows I don’t know how to handle them. My Dad? Shit, my dad knows what’s up. He knows I’m gonna handle my shit the only way I know how. On my own terms. This is why I’m a daddy’s girl. My brother and sister in law on the other hand? My bother spilled water down the front of my gown (had to change that shit. not fun) and his wife, in her efforts to break my fever, stuffed my fresh new gown with ice packs.. And when I say ice packs, I mean latex gloves filled with ice stuffed in my gown. Stuffed. In. My. Fucking. Gown. That’s it-- I’ve had it! Everyone’s banned.

And it’s also hard to put on a tough front when all I wanna do is cry, but I end up just being angry instead.

The only human interaction I had is when the nurses are taking my blood, or my vitals, or switching my IV bags, or helping me to the bathroom to do bathroom things, or giving me sponge baths because I’m too weak to get out of bed, or shooting morphine into my body to ease my torment; or shoving pills down my fucking throat because nothing is fucking working. I’m still getting fevers out of nowhere. People are coming in and out every morning to lift my gown up (they do it so much they don’t even ask anymore. A brief thought of charging them crosses my mind, and I allow a small giggle. Because it’s silly, because I’m glad I still had somewhat of a sense of humor.) Still, I think my cooter deserves some ounce of respect. Women’s lib and all that crap. I’ve turned this part of the day into a game (I’m SO fucking bored). I like to spot the face tightening moment when they assess whatever the fuck is going on with my leg (I don’t know. I haven’t seen... I don’t want to see yet).

It’s fun for me, because they’re medical professionals-- they’re supposed to be used to this kind of thing. But the face tightening? To me that’s a victory. That just means they have to school their expressions to indifference so as to not alarm me. Ah, bed side manner. They’re so sweet. But I know just by their non-expressions that it looks fucked up. I have to look at the small details; read between the lines of what they’re not telling me. I’d be in the dark otherwise. What are they not telling me? I know they’re testing for something... But I don’t know what they’re testing for. I stamp down fear, because I don’t have enough data to panic.

My dreams are getting scarier, because of the morphine. No more morphine, I promise myself. Vicodin only. Yeah, that seems safer. The nurses, I’ve learned, just need someone to listen to them. Since I can’t get a decent night’s sleep because they’re fucking coming in every 15 to 30 minutes all day, every day, all the fucking time... Why the fuck not? I got nowhere else to be. I seem to have opened Pandora’s Box, because it’s 3am and I’m giving life advice to Agnes who has a very rebellious son, whom I point out is 16 years old and he’s going through a phase, it doesn’t mean she’s a bad mother. Which I reminds me that I need to tell Doris who’s part of the Day crew that Agnes is off on Wednesdays too and that they should hangout together, because I think they would get along. I make a mental note to pass Agnes’ number to Doris later. I really should start charging... This pro bono shit aint working out.

During my hospital stay I’ve managed the following:

Make only 4 nurse assistants cry

Befriend most if not all the Filipino nurses (they gave me all the apple sauce I wanted)

Make that one stern Indian Night Nurse smile (she gave me yogurt and bananas every time she was on shift)

Counsel only 5 to 6 nurses, mostly 5.. the 6th one kinda got weird. Didn’t take whatever she gave me.

Snob my doctor almost every day.

Made my main nurse laugh because she thinks I’m a riot.

Days later it was time for me to go home. I knew this for damned sure. I saw so many specialists from an infectious disease doctor to a surgeon. I was so fucking bloated from all the fluids they were trying to fill me with that they could barely find veins to stab to get their precious blood cultures from.

I also decided that with my body like this the Mitchelin tire man was my cousin.

Sidenote: To hell with the Infectious Disease doctor. That heifer made me lay on my side for two fucking days straight. Fat load that shit did for me. With all the extra fluids in my body, it just shifted to one side. All it gave me was a backache and lopsided boobs... and some fucking fluid in my lungs. Fucking devil woman. I got a fucked up leg, I’m the size of a float during the Macy’s Day Parade, and now I got lopsided tits. It’s funny... now. At the time? Not so much. It was September 12. I had broken out in a rash due to an allergic reaction to one of the antibiotics. (Let’s just add that to the list of whatever the fuck else is wrong with my body, shall we?) My “doctor” (doesn’t deserve the title nor respect. Sorry not sorry) was trying to get me to stay a few more days. I’ve had quite enough. I told him to get the discharge papers ready. I’m leaving. My fevers were gone. My leg wasn’t draining so badly anymore (ew, gross. sorry) I felt fine. Despite me constantly checking my hands so they don’t try to scrape my skin off. Fucking hell I was so itchy. I didn’t need to be in here. That’s when the good doctor decided to divulge that I hurt his feelings and that I was his least favorite patient. (Boo freakity hoo.) But I was a good girl and let him talk, said all the appropriate things. ... He’s still a pussy. He was glad to be rid of me and the feeling was more than fucking mutual. I did not tell him to get fucked. I did not tell him to suck my dick. I did not flick him off. I did not throw shit at him. I was rather proud of myself. I showed great restraint. But I did point out that just because he had the “MD” attached to his name, does not mean automatic respect. Respect is earned Dr. Pussy foot. I signed the paperwork with relish. Jessie came to pick me up and I was whisked off to spend my mandatory (couldn’t argue my way outta that one) bed rest at the Joseph’s. I’m so tired of laying down. TBC...

#blog #lifeafterten #hospital #Road to Nepal part 2

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facewithoutheart · 3 years ago

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The Wrong Sider

Just finished my longest Harry Potter fic to date... as much as I loathe JK Rowling I really enjoy writing in her world. Anyways. Some of my fav excerpts after the break (no spoilers). Because I write for myself, but validation is always welcome.

Rating: Teen & Up Words: 63,755

Summary:

When Pansy purchases Draco's son a copy of the latest anonymous bestseller, a story about a young boy caught on the wrong side of a war that Draco finds eerily similar, it sets in motion a chain of events that make Draco question whether he's truly happy with his perfectly content life.

This isn’t a love story, not in the traditional sense. No, this is a story about falling in love with your friends, falling in love with your son, falling in love with yourself…

Falling in love with your life.

Ok, and maybe falling a bit in love with a reclusive Harry Potter who ends up being more than what he seems.

Features: Reclusive Harry, Oblivious Draco, the Hermione/Draco friendship you never wanted but secretly needed, Lavender aka the Minister of Magic's Secretary of the Year, Draco trying to be a good dad to Scorpius, Astoria is the best ex-wife ever, Pansy Zabini is obsessed with polyjuice, dancing nifflers, Drag Queen Bingo, Career Angst, Protective Kreacher, and some serious sexual tension in the alley behind the Leaky. Did I mention blondes have more fun? & seriously Blaise watch a soap opera not your friends.

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From Chapter 2 (Draco & Lavender):

He gulped. “I just don’t understand why everyone is so interested in the stupid book.”

“Well,” She said, leaning back in her chair (she was also not a fan of the standing desks). “It’s well-written, for one. Compelling. Main character sounds hot too, the way he’s described.”

“Ah, I see it now,” Draco grinned.

She blushed. “You do not!”

“Oh yes. Lavender Brown. A fan of reading, but only if the characters are steamy .”

“Steamy? I didn’t say ‘steamy,’ And who even says steamy, you old hag? I merely implied that one could extrapolate the character’s physical features into a rather appealing picture,” She muttered, hands wringing over her desk.

From Chapter 3 (Hermione & Draco):

“What’s going on?” She asked “You’re never late, and you’re never this angry, and you’re. Merlin, Draco, are you wearing two different shoes?”

This affront to his fashion shouldn’t be the straw that breaks him, but he looked down at his sad, mismatched loafers, and he felt tears well up in his eyes.

“Draco, I’d like to hug you. Would that be ok?” Hermione asked, moving around her desk.

He nodded.

“If at any time you feel uncomfortable, please let me know, and I’ll stop.”

He rolled his eyes. “Salazar, Granger-Weasley. I consent to this hug. Now come over here and mother me properly.”

From Chapter 4 (Harry & Scorpius & Draco):

“You’re Harry Potter,” Scorpius said, in a showing of his Greengrass genes.

“I am,” Harry said, kneeling down to address Scorpius at the same height, a gesture that did not make Draco want to swoon like a smitten schoolgirl.

Scorpius looked Harry up and down, giving him a very obvious but still Narcissa-esque scan of judgement. He completed the act with a nod; like there was a world where Scorpius wouldn’t give Harry Potter the complete ‘I-wish-you-were-my-real-dad’ stamp of approval. Draco would be jealous if the idea of having an emotion right now didn’t make him feel so incredibly tired. Instead, Draco sipped his wine.

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hngrylikethewoolf · 4 years ago

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Wanna Be Yours || Eros Crack AU

IN WHICH...Sav & Lauren created a really cool AU for NaNo and then we forgot to post it sO: Errol Woolf was shipped off to the states when he was a young man after the military, moved to New York, and met a little punk ass named Roscoe Sykes. The rest, as they say, is history.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Smut...just...yeah, probably also conflict of interest bc Roscoe is in the mob, gun mentions & awful puns

@roscoexsykes

ERROL:

A stray beam of sunlight cut across the bed, forcing the man tangled in the sheets to curl in on himself, lest he wanted to see spots for the next hour. As it was, he could already tell the spot beside him had long gone cold.

Errol heaved a sigh and rolled to the side of the bed, bare feet hitting hardwoods. He winced at the cold, one of the downsides of living in this fucking city, before levering himself to his feet. There was already a pot of coffee brewed, a note on a pad of paper beside him making him smile as he sipped at his first cup of the day.

He'd probably have another five or six more come the end of his day.

He dressed in his uniform quickly after a workout and shower, intent on being out of the cold and in his car in under five minutes, Delilah harnessed and on her leash. It wasn't very hard, given how he worked once he had coffee coursing through his veins, but the New York winters were unforgiving and his body liked to remind him of that fact more and more frequently.

Parking near the station and walking, covering up his uniform with a thick, black jacket, gloves, and a beanie hat was a near daily occurrence but it was one he stuck to this time of year. The moment he made it through District 12's doors, he stamped the snow off his boots and got to work, the German Shepherd trotting at his side, looking through his call log and waiting for something to come over the radio while he cruised around the city.

That finally happened about mid-morning, something routine but in need of a K9 and, what's more, he'd been requested.

He figured out why the moment he stepped out of his patrol car.

ROSCOE:

To be fair - Roscoe hadn’t been the one that fucked up this time. Neither had DeSoto. For once in their life, the twins had a very clear reputation (or at least, on this job). It was the stupid rookie that had gotten them, the idiot panicking under the pressure of the heist and bolting. Better yet, he’d bolted through the goddamn door of the place they’d been meeting for the deal, and yes, while the location was supposed to be secure, it was only because the mark was an employee who had back door access.

Not front.

So when little pansy-ass Richard had taken off and slammed open the front door, he’d set the alarm off in the store, and everything had happened at once. One, their mark had taken off himself, leaving DeSoto and himself standing in the middle of the fucking store as the owner barged in from where they’d apparently already been on their way in.

Excellent.

It also hadn’t taken long for the rag-tag gang of young irishmen to see what was going on and get involved too. So within a mere few minutes, chaos had erupted within the entire block, and soon people were scattering just about every which way as sirens rang out throughout the city streets.

Tossing a look towards his brother, Roscoe ran as quick as he could, stooping only to sweep up the product their local idiot had dropped on his way before he nodded towards the barely older man - a silent agreement for them to split up and find their way back home in order to avoid the fuzz. And well… that plan had been working all too well until the squad car pulled up on the street in front of him - his gaze raising to the officer who’d stepped out as his lip curled back in a grimace.

Fuck.

For a brief second, Roscoe only stared, meeting the man’s gaze before his lips turned up in a smirk instead, offering but a small parting wink before Roscoe turned on his heel and headed towards the nearest alleyway.

ERROL:

Of course it was Sykes. Of fucking course it was.

Idiot. He could see the grimace from halfway down the block. Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Errol rounded the other side of the car and opened Delilah's door, attaching her leash as soon as she touched down to the sidewalk, glancing back over his shoulder long enough to catch the stupid smirk and the wink.

Radioing in a minute or two after the man disappeared down the alleyway, stating that DeSoto had been sighted and would be making his way back home a few streets over (because, if anything, he was the predictable one), Errol set off after Roscoe moments later, Delilah already tugging on her lead, impatient to start working.

Shaking his head, Errol trotted quick-like alongside her, eyes moving back and forth as he made his way from the mouth of the alleyway and further in. Once they were far enough away from their car, he unclipped the German Shepherd and stuffed the lead in his vest pocket, eyes tracking her movements as she made a direct run for a door at the end of the side-street they'd come out onto, nearly two and half blocks from where they'd started.

Jogging up moments behind her, Errol pushed the door open with a shake of his head as the dog bounded into the room, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. Clearly she wasn't concerned.

"Yous is gonna get yerself shot one o' these days, Ros, an' I ain't gonna apologize," he called, grinning to himself as he listened to his partner's paws echoing in the empty room.

A moment later she started barking and Errol grinned to himself. Gotcha.

ROSCOE:

Roscoe was highly aware of the fact the officer wouldn’t be alone. He knew Errol - and knew what kind of officer he was, knew the dog he’d be toting along with him. Which was why he didn’t hesitate to run as soon as possible. Though to be fair, he’d slowled tremendously when he’d nearly wiped out in the unsalted alley, his boots barely catching a grip upon the slush before he stumbled into the door of a building.

A good enough place to hide for him - and with that, the man shouldered it open, slamming it shut behind him as he heaved out a heavy breath. It hung in the air for a moment, the heating obviously not currently on before Roscoe moved again, boots once again slipping against a now wet tile as he pressed further into the building. It wasn’t nearly bright enough to disconcert where the hell another exit would be, and as soon as he heard the sound of paws coming his way, Roscoe could only quickly shove himself into the nearest door and close it quickly behind him - even if the click of the lock sounded like an explosion in the silent room.

Eyes rolled almost immediately as he heard the officer call out, grimacing as an agitated sigh slipped from his lips. Talk talk talk. As if the man had ever fucking pulled a gun on him.

S L A M

Roscoe physically jumped when the dog jumped against the door behind him, immediately sounding off with a series of deep barks as another curse fell from Roscoe’s lips. Flipping on the light, Roscoe realized with...some relief that he’d locked himself into a bathroom. The downside of that being there was no other way out. Fuck. Desperately digging his hands into his pockets, Roscoe pulled out the stash he’d secured from the job, his gaze bouncing between it and the toilet. God fucking damn it. He internally cursed, maneuvering to lift the lid of the toilet’s tank up - dropping the bag into the water tank before pressing the lid back down as quietly as he could. It was an alternative to flushing it down the damn bowl anyways - and gave him a chance to possibly recover it. Though..he had a feeling he was about to have company in 3….2...1.

ERROL:

Jogging quickly through the building, gun drawn as he quickly swept each room he passed, just in case, Errol found Delilah. It was easy enough, she was loud and big and happened to be bounding against the only closed door in this hall.

Because apparently Roscoe hasn't been thinking about anything but finding a hiding spot. Calling the dog off with a sharp command and a tug of the handle on her harness, Errol listened for a moment before sighing and carefully slipping his gun back into its holster.

Then, he kicked the door open, just because he could.

"Yah know," he started, leaning against the door jamb and nodding toward the toilet behind the other man, "yous ain’t subtle. Coulda at least closed a few more doors, made it a bit more difficult. Del knew where yous were th' whole time."

Said German Shepherd, noting that her handler was at ease, sat panting beside him, looking to him for her next command. If they hadn't been at work, she would've been asking for belly rubs from the other man.

"Least yous picked a decent hiding spot this time though, even if yous couldn't get out. Can try if yah want, though. Won't even arrest yah fer assaultin' an officer."

The grin on his face was, strictly speaking, unprofessional, as was the way he wiggled his brows at the other man but nothing about their acquaintance was professional, anyway.

ROSCOE:

Ah - and there he was, the predictable idiot of the hour. Roscoe sighed so incredibly deeply as Errol spoke, his gaze momentarily avoiding the other’s as he crossed his arms over his chest. “...Yous act like I actually had time t’fuckin’ aplan an elaborate escape.” He argued with a raise of his brow, finally letting his gaze settle back on the officer, his eyes looking him up and down as his lips pulled back into a sneer.

“That’s kind of yous though. Think that offer will stick when I knock that smug ass look off your ugly mug?” The Italian tempted, tilting his head with a smile that clearly showed his distaste for the entire situation he was in.

Still, he had an act to play, didn’t he?

“I ain’t even in the mood, you know.” Roscoe dismissed, letting his gaze drop to the ground before he offered his hands out with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean… do we’s really gotta waste time? It’s clear where this is going and… I got a headache, man. Let’s just get this shit over with.” Roscoe ‘pleaded’, gesturing again with his arms as if he was waiting for Errol to come and cuff him.

Which - actually, thanks for asking, was exactly what Roscoe was waiting for, because this was a route in which Roscoe hadn’t tried yet. He’d attempted running a lot of times, he’d attempted hiding. He’d gone the route of fighting until he was physically restrained just about every week. Conceding though? No, that wasn’t something Roscoe had ever decided to do, so… might as well be today, right?

All Errol had to do was put the cuffs on him.

Then again - Roscoe was also just waiting, because the very second Errol even moved to do so, Roscoe was absolutely going to throw his weight forward and knock the man against the wall as hard as he could.

ERROL:

Yeah, because that wasn't suspicious at all.

But he would absolutely be considering handcuffs, thank you very much.

"Yeahhh that ain't what yous said earlier but fine." He hooked his cuffs with a finger and wiggled them at the other man, squaring himself up in the doorway.

Just in case.

Rolling his eyes at the quip about his face, too, for good measure, purely because he knew it would bug the other man. "Yous done bein' an ass," Errol asked as he stepped closer, Delilah just behind and to his right, ears pricked forward as she considered the two men in the bathroom. "Jus' gimme yer hands, Ros."

He didn't say please, though it was a near thing. Errol knew there was a dance they had to do, roles they had to play, but he'd rather one or the both of them didn't end up with a black eye or something that needed to be treated at a hospital.

Then he considered it and he sighed, put the cuffs on the grimy half-counter, and gestured to his jaw. "Hit me. Go on. We's gotta make it look convincin'." Errol tossed a lopsided grin his way then said, "'Sides, what's a few bruises, huh?"

ROSCOE:

For the record - Roscoe was not done being an ass. That would actually require an act of god, and… well there was not about to be a full miracle performance today. He did listen though, eyeing Errol and putting his hands out, just willing him closer and closer in his head until he was just close enough to strike.

Before he could reach that point though, the man stopped and Roscoe drew back slightly, his brows knitting in confusion. The second he realize what the man was doing though he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

“How incredibly noble.” Roscoe remarked, eyeing the other man before he glanced to the side with a soft sigh. Well, if he insists.

However, instead of striking the man’s jaw like requested, Roscoe struck out, aiming for Errol’s stomach before he shoved him roughly against the wall, his fist balling up in the officer’s uniform before Roscoe roughly gripped Errol’s chin and forced him to look in his direction.

It was only then that Roscoe moved forward and stole a kiss from the officer’s lips, his fingers tightening in the front of the man’s bulletproof vest as he pressed him harder back against the wall - the younger man only pulling away after a moment, nipping Errol’s lip roughly between his teeth.

ERROL:

The one time Roscoe decided to listen and it happened to be when he was cornered in some grimy bathroom. Of course. Because that was just how these things went for them, right?

And he didn't even listen well. Granted, that meant Errol wouldn't have a tender face come tomorrow morning, but his stomach lurched all the same, no matter if it was Roscoe rushing him and throwing him into a wall.

The hit winded him all the same and his hands still came up to wrap into the fabric of the other man's shirt, as much a self-preservation instinct as it was anything else. Even still, Roscoe still got a hand on his chin and jerked it roughly to the side.

Then he was being kissed and, really, he couldn't complain just then.

Returning the bruising kiss with as good as he was given, Errol tilted his head and moved one of his hands to tug at a fistful of Roscoe’s hair, grumbling beneath his breath when the younger man tugged at his lip.

Errol still chased after it, regardless of the grumbling, and tugged the other man in closer by the grip he had on his hair, lips dragging across the curve of his jaw.

ROSCOE:

The hand in his hair drew a gasp, Roscoe's own tightening in the man's shirt as he smirked against Errol's lips. So quickly had his thoughts been derailed, instead replaced with the thought of how close his body pressed to the other's, how desperate the kiss was between them - as if they'd been a part for more than just the few hours they'd both been at work that morning.

He didn't even resist when Errol pulled him back, his opposite hand moving to hold himself up slightly, pressed against the wall aside of the officer's head as he pressed closer, giving the softest little noise at the man's kiss against his jaw - Roscoe only fighting to kiss his lips once more, just as hungrily.

It was only when he finally needed to come up for air that Roscoe pulled away - keeping his hand latched to the other man's chest as a heavy few breaths slipped from parted lips. Easily, a mischievous smirk pressed back into Roscoe's features, the man leaning forward again to press his lips to Errol's neck, dragging them against his skin as he nipped teasingly, before he sucked at the skin, drawing a bruise to the surface before he pulled back with a smug nod.

"...what's a few bruises…. right?"

ERROL:

With Roscoe's hand braced beside his head against the wall, it gave Errol the perfect access he needed to drag his teeth lightly from the curve of his jaw down across the side of his neck, landing against the juncture where fabric covered the curve of his shoulder.

A small smile curled around his mouth at the noises he'd pulled from the other man, a hint proud of himself for it. Truth be told it was one of his favorite sounds, the small ones, but you'd never hear him saying that aloud.

Not here anyway, even if it was just Delilah present.

Before he could think to back the dog up, Ros had that look on his face, the kind that meant Errol was either getting fucked up because he was going to do something stupid or Roscoe was going to pull one of his ususal--

It was the second one.

"Yous a dick, yah know that," he huffed, but it was a feeble attempt at putting up a fight and they both knew it. But two could play at this little game of theirs. Wedging his knee between the other man's leg, Errol used his grip on the back of his neck to pitch him off balance, enough where he could slide out from underneath him and behind.

Plastered at his back now, Errol tucked his chin into the pocket between Roscoe's neck and shoulder and hummed, one hand coming free to drag the edge of his shirt down. "Gettin' slow, Ros," he murmured, pressing biting kisses into the back of his neck and shoulder blades when he moved, a hard one just beneath his jaw line, hidden until you really squint. "But I s'pose yous don't mind, hm?"

ROSCOE:

The game of cat and mouse was something the pair had long since fallen into - a well rehearsed play that both of them knew their parts in. Sure, they slipped up here and there but for the most part it was how this whole thing worked. It was exactly how they operated and how it needed to go. Otherwise their game would have been over before it started. The things that would have happened to Roscoe should his brother or father find out that not only was he hooking up with a man, but that he was hooking up with an Irish cop to boot.

Might as well sign off on his will now.

Roscoe’s laugh easily tapered into a gasp of surprise as Errol shifted them far too quickly, a grunt of annoyance slipping from him as the man pressed him against the wall and pressed his weight against him. Glaring over his shoulder, Roscoe shoved back against him lightly, his nails curling against the grime in the wall.

For all his might he tried to look irritated, his gaze only hardening for a moment but too easy was it derailed at the man’s rough kisses - Roscoe biting down on another soft noise as he sighed through his nose.

“...shut it.” He mumbled, relaxing slightly when he realized it wasn’t any use trying to push Errol off of him anyways. “...Think what yous meant to say was yous don’t mind. Get the feelin’ I mind an awful lot quite frankly.” Untrue. “...Ain’t yous call in for backup? Bit of a… compromisin’ position for someone to walk into ain’t it?”

ERROL:

Yes, he was feeling rather smug at the moment, truth be told. A bit like the cat that got the cream, in a way.

He knew how this worked, how they needed it to work, not only for his job but for Roscoe's safety, too, and it was a fine balancing act, something that they'd figured out early on and stuck to. Even still, it was sometimes hard to ignore the wanting, the fact that Ros couldn't just stay the night, that Errol couldn't. That they couldn't do a lot of things in public unless they went to dinner somewhere two or three towns over, maybe more.

But, it was worth it, in the end or, at least, it felt like it was.

Roscoe pushed back into him a bit and Errol came forward, nipping at the shell of his ear and humming some nonsensical tune until the other man relaxed, one of the officer's hands curled at his hip, the other, the one that had his shirt, moving to tug the door somewhat closed on its swaying hinges.

Something like privacy, even if they were in some grungy abandoned building with a police K9 panting just behind the door.

"Oh I know I don't mind. An' yous a liar sayin' yous do or yah wouldn't be here, Ros." Which was the truth. The other man had been getting away from the police for years just fine. It wasn't like this whole situation was new.

Well. Some parts of it, sure.

"Mm nope. Said yous was an easy enough catch fer a single car, redirected backup th' other way. We's got a few minutes." A hand skimmed beneath the hem of the other man's shirt, then, nails scratching lightly at the skin as lips trailed softly down and across to the other side of Roscoe’s neck. "If yous want, anyway. Or we can jus' put yah in 'cuffs an' toe it outta here."

ROSCOE:

Errol kicked the door closed and Roscoe felt himself smirk lightly, pressing back against the other man lightly again as a soft chuckle slipped from his lips. It was cute, after all, the way the man was either clearly just shielding them from Delilah - or thought that merely inching the door closed would keep any of his bastard cop friends out if they rushed the building.

Though he supposed it bought them at least a moment more time before someone would see them in any sort of predicament - and that was what mattered the most.

“..maybe m’just gettin’ rusty.” Roscoe tried to argue - though they both knew that wasn’t the case. If the man wanted to get away? He would have been long gone by now - Errol was right. Roscoe was only here because he wanted to be.

The younger man swallowed slightly when he felt the officer’s finger tips scratch lightly against his abdomen, his gaze shifting over his shoulder to watch Errol carefully. He was teasing him - Roscoe knew that. It was typical of him, and god if Roscoe wasn’t so damn irritated that he could wind him up so easily with so little.

All it took was the briefest touch of skin to skin contact - the ghosting of his lips against far too sensitive areas and Roscoe’s mind was already made up.

“...we have a few minutes.” He repeated - an agreement to the former of the options as he caught Errol’s gaze and lifted his lips in the smallest hint of a smirk. “...make your move, stud.”

ERROL:

A grin was pressed against the back of Roscoe’s neck when he heard the little laugh. There was always something satisfying about the sound, like pulling it out of him was a competition and he won every time he heard it. This wasn't any different, though his pulse jumped more now with the adrenaline of it all than it usually did, when they were alone and didn't have to worry that someone would come walking in and bust everything apart.

"Sure, sure. Rusty, slow, don't matter. Same thing in th' end, ain't?"

Drawing back a bit when Ros glanced over his shoulder, Errol met the small smirk with one of his own, the palm of his hand pressing flat against his stomach, thumb drawing lazy circles into the skin as he waited. That smirk turned into a grin before he stepped back a bit, urging the other man to turn with the hand under his shirt.

He was pressed in close a few seconds later, catching Roscoe’s chin with a hand to press a hard kiss to the corner of his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick at the seam of his lips. His free hand roamed indiscriminately along the other man's torso, scratching along the divots of hips and hooking a thumb into the waistband of his pants to tug him closer.

ROSCOE:

The words seemed impatient, almost as if Errol was waving him off verbally - and Roscoe couldn’t help but to laugh at it. Clearly the man’s mind was in the exact same place that Roscoe’s was now too - and there would be no changing that. Which was fine, this was a gameplan that Roscoe could absolutely get into. Now...what happened when all the fun was said and done? Well, that probably depended on the other man’s mood and...was a bridge they’d cross when they got there.

As for the moment, Roscoe turned in the other man’s arms, pressing his back up against the wall as he reached down and tugged Errol closer as well. Almost immediately his hands were dipping against the waistband of the officer’s pants, his hands methodically avoiding his holster, pepper spray and other gadgets as his fingertips teased the skin just beneath his waist.

His opposite hand followed Errol’s lead, working its way under the man’s shirt and vest (a pesky thing in these situations unfortunately) as his nails dug lightly into his abdomen, dragging down softly as Roscoe tilted his head lightly against the man’s lips.

“...feelin’ pent up already?” The younger man mumbled against Errol’s jaw - teeth dragging against his skin before he pressed a soothing kiss there afterwards.

ERROL:

As Errol quickly found out dealing with Roscoe, unzipping a man's pants one handed was a skill, and it was one he'd quickly had to perfect. The man was handsy and impatient and Errol refused to admit he enjoyed every single second of it, even if it was probably not as subtle an enjoyment as he believed it to be.

Even now he was grateful for Roscoe and his damn hands. Grateful that he didn't feel like he had to worry about his gear being so close to those hands, not like he had been when this had all started. When every time he and Roscoe came crashing together and Errol was on duty he was jittery. Ready to jump out of his own skin.

Pressing into the hand dragging against his chest, a huff of laughter escaped him as he worked his hand into the front of Roscoe's pants, angled his own head to give the other man access to his jaw, knowing he probably shouldn't.

This was what he carried cover-up around for, after all.

"Little bit," he mumbled, giving the other man a bit of a squeeze before smirking at him, "but I see yous ain't far along yerself."

ROSCOE:

Roscoe was intent - his mind was set on something and he was going to fucking get it. That was how it worked. Roscoe was a brat, a spoiled, selfish brat, and he would be the first to admit that, but it didn’t matter. There was no need to when it was obvious in the way his hands pulled fabric up, exposing the man’s midriff more and more before his fingers dove back down to fiddle with Errol’s zipper.

It didn’t take long to get it undone, loosening his pants before Roscoe’s hands dipped under the fabric on both sides of his hips and yanked him forward roughly. His nails dug into the skin right in Errol’s inguinal crease - the thing driving Roscoe absolutely crazy whenever Errol happened to wear low-rising pants without a shirt on.

With the tilt of Errol’s jaw, Roscoe couldn’t help but smirk again, knowing it was almost a stupid manuever for the officer to pull, but clearly he didn’t care. So Roscoe didn’t hesitate to start darkening the skin there, leaving a small series of marks against his skin before a small gasp slipped through his lips at the other’s touch.

Leaning carefully into him, Roscoe pulled back just enough to meet the older man’s gaze. “...well I ain’t ever said I wasn’t armed.” Roscoe all but purred, a hand slipping around Errol’s waist and dipping to squeeze at his ass with a mirrored smirk of his own.

ERROL:

Any attempt at protesting his uniform being untucked and his pants coming undone was definitely going to fall on deaf ears and, as it were, Errol really couldn't give a shit. In fact, he gave less than two shots about it.

All that mattered right now was the way Roscoe’s hands pawed at his hips beneath the fabric, fingernails biting into the skin, and the way he leaned into his chest, impatient and insistent as always.

Rocking back slightly into the other man's hands, Errol snorted at the godawful line and that bratty ass smirk on Roscoe's face, shaking his head as he shifted on his feet. Angling his head to suck a few marks down the side of Roscoe’s neck to his ear, Errol tugged at the lobe with his teeth before he pulled back entirely to meet the other man's gaze

"Yous a brat, yah know that, right," he said, but the smile on his face was disgustingly charmed by that fact. It wasn't a complaint. In fact, it was almost fond. "Biggest pain in my ass."

ROSCOE:

Tilting his head more as Errol pressed his lips to the side of his neck, Roscoe gave a small hum - one that easily tapered as the man’s teeth nipped gently at his ear. His brows raised easily at the other’s words, taking them in with a small innocent shrug. Was Roscoe a brat? Yes… Yes he was, and really there was no question about it. He wasn’t about to deny what was clearly factual. In fact it only made him smile, breathing out a huff of a laugh as he leaned back against the wall.

His hands never stopped exploring - pinching at exposed skin before he tucked his fingers back into the man’s waistband and pulled him forward again, pressing the other man tightly against him as he shifted to press a line of kisses across his jawline.

“...Yeah?” He belatedly responded, scratching his nails into Errol’s hip as he worked on darkening another patch of skin on the officer’s neck.

“...Yous gonna do something about it then?” He challenged, pulling away to look Errol in the eye with that hint of mischief he was so well known for. “...or are yous just all talk?”

ERROL:

Oh, he was going to do something about it.

The nails on his skin were just a touch distracting, was all. And he had to pause to listen for his radio, the chatter on the other end. Just 'cause he'd sent a little hint off about DeSoto didn't mean the man was dumb enough to be caught this time around.

Errol wished he was but, alas, wishes didn't always come true.

Humming like he was thinking about it, Errol’s eyes slid halfway closed as he was pulled closer, as Roscoe's mouth continued bothering at his neck. Goddamned mosquito. "Thinkin' about it," he finally says, but he's already undone the button of Roscoe's pants and tugged them open the rest of the way, got the flat of his palm pressed hard into his groin and squeezed.

He'd definitely stopped thinking about it.

"Yous gonna quit tryin' tah suck me off--" yes, he knew exactly how that sounded, "an' gimme a helpin' hand or?" He didn't expect one, actually, never really did, but he wanted something to kneel on.

Didn't really feel like explaining away dirty knees to his supervisor.

ROSCOE:

Roscoe bit down on a noise when Errol palmed at him, his entire body flinching a bit at the touch, even if it was both expected as well as wanted. His hips shifted forward a bit, pressing closer as he smirked at the officer’s words. “...Don’t act like yous don’t like it.” He dismissed, raising a hand to tip his chin up with a smile before he glanced around the room quickly.

For a moment his gaze landed on the toilet - and internally he reminded himself not to forget his drugs when all this was said and done. However, there were more important matters at hand (and extremely important matters in one particular hand) that Roscoe wanted to get back to and… well without going to far. Easily, his eyes landed on a cabinet within arms reach, the man pressing up against the other man with a smirk as he shifted to tease open the already damaged door under the sink.

“...Coulda done this yourself y’know.” He pointed out, giving the other man shit (as he liked to do literally any waking minute of the day) as he pressed forward and around the other just briefly enough to reach in and pull out a handful of dusty, but neatly folded hand towels. Giving them a little shake, Roscoe turned back to Errol with a smirk, moving to set them down (slightly carefully) between them before his gaze raised once more with a quick wink. “...Happy now?”

ERROL:

Smile bright and sharp and just this side of too pleased with himself, Errol let the other man maneuver around him to grab for a set of dusty old towels someone had left behind. Good thing, too, because he'd been about ready to kneel on Roscoe's fucking shoes.

One, because that's what was there but, two, because they were nice and Errol knew he would've hated it. Just a little bit.

"Very," he mumbled, pushing the man back into the cabinets before kneeling down in front of him, a lopsided grin firmly in place. His hands slid down the breadth of Roscoe’s thighs, griping to steady himself as he leaned forward and bit the inside of one of them.

Just to be a bastard, really.

Errol hummed as one hand snaked upward and drew him from his pants, fingers wrapped loosely around the shaft as he tilted his face up to look Roscoe in the face as his mouth trailed slowly upward.

The weight of him against his tongue was familiar, just like the smirk that curled around the corners of his own mouth as he winked at the other man.

ROSCOE:

If it was anyone else, just for the record, Roscoe wouldn’t have taken lightly to the push back to the cabinet. Of course, the pair had been doing nothing short of pushing and shoving each other this entire time, but… Errol was the only one who really had permission to do that without risking getting punched upside the head. He was also the only one who would ever get to get that control over him like this. To lead - instead of be led.

So Roscoe could only chuckle as Errol sank down to his knees - though once again the man caught him off guard with the nip to his thigh, Roscoe flinching back again before he pressed his fingers through the other man’s hair and tug roughly in retaliation.

It was only a teasing motion though, one he was sure drove the cop below him crazy, and so Roscoe easily kept his digits tangled within his locks, nails scratching gently against his scalp as a soft moan slipped through his lips at Errol’s touch.

He would probably never get used to the feeling - that electric feeling that surged through him when that heat surrounded sensitive skin, drawing another soft huff from his lips. The fact he’d barely done anything and he was already slowly unraveling.

“...Fuck..” He breathed out, giving another loose tug to the man’s hair as he nodded his head gently, giving permission for something he knew the other didn’t even need.

ERROL:

The moan that came from the depths of his chest when Roscoe pulled on the strands of his hair was muffled by the weight of him in his mouth, but it rumbled through them both tellingly. The fact that Roscoe left them there, a guide more than anything, was enough to spur him on.

Hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head, Errol anchored himself by the grip he had on the back of the other man's thighs, one hand curling his fingers into Roscoe's back pocket. He ignored the aching in his knees, too engrossed in what he was doing to really care.

Building a steady rhythm took little work and, soon, Errol was humming in the back of his throat, fingers curled tightly into the fabric beneath his hands to keep from moving them.

When his mouth popped off the head, a string of spit connected them still. He didn't care. Rather than level him back into his mouth, Errol pressed feather-light kisses along the underside of the shaft and traced a path along the vein at the underside, nose burrowed at the crook of his hip when he paused to breathe for a moment before taking him back in and speeding up his work tenfold.

ROSCOE:

It annoyed him - How easily Errol could unravel him with what came down to the simplest motions, but it was with careful practice and time that the officer had managed to find just about all the buttons that he could push, all the things that managed to make Roscoe tick, and it was a useful bag of tricks that evidently the other man never failed to pull out. If anything, it always made sure Roscoe was always on his toes.

The bastard.

A soft gasp left his lips as he tightened the grip in the other man’s hair, head falling back against the grimy tiled wall as he dug his teeth roughly into his own lip to keep the pleasured sounds from slipping out - as if trying to keep the smug look Errol always got off his features.

It was a useless attempt though, as a breathless moan still found its way free as once again Roscoe tugged at Errol’s hair - a quick and non-verbal warning that he was getting close. Not that he thought the older man cared. If anything he figured it would only spur his movements on, make him move faster and more precisely to drag Roscoe even closer to the edge.

He’d always liked toying with him like that.

“...Errol.” Finally came his name, ground out roughly between a breath of a moan as Roscoe shifted slightly on his heels, gaze finding its way back down towards the other man as his fingers curled easily against his scalp - gently scratching at skin as he tugged upon his locks.

ERROL:

Yes, Errol was rather proud of himself for how quickly he could make this man come undone, but he was more proud of the fact that it was him doing it.

Believe him when he said that if you'd told him a few years ago he and the son of a mafia boss would be running around like two teenagers behind his dad's back, Errol would have decked you.

And yet...here they were.

Smirking, the officer flicked his tongue across the head, trying to get the show on the road as fast as humanly possible. They were on a time crunch, after all. And he had his own little problem to take care of, if time permitted.

ROSCOE:

The other man didn't move away at his warning - which, in theory didn’t come as a surprise. He almost never did. Roscoe tightened his grip in the older man’s hair as another ragged breath slipped from his lips, shoulders pressing against the cracked drywall of the shitty bathroom. Too easily did Errol draw his name from Roscoe once more in a rough moan as he felt the knot within his stomach tighten with every purposeful touch and movement.

His fingers tightened within the locks of Errol’s hair as he finished with a short thrust into the other man’s mouth, biting down on a moan as he felt that knot dissipate with the sweet height of his pleasure - something he had a love, hate relationship with. On one hand, Errol always knew how to drag the best feelings out of him, but on the other? He fucking hated that. Hated the office could undo him so easily, but he knew they were both wrapped right around each other’s fingers. At least it was on common ground… Which was why Roscoe wasn’t going to hesitate to rile Errol up the very same way he’d done to him.

Gently, he tugged Errol’s hair again, signaling for him to move as he pulled his hips back. As soon as he could, Roscoe pressed forward and pressed his lips against the other man’s, his teeth drawing against Errol’s lip as he fumbled against the other’s shirt, finding purchase.

As soon as they did, Roscoe’s fingers balled up tightly in Errol’s uniform, flipping them and pushing the older man roughly back against the very wall Roscoe himself had just been pressed against. It was then that he easily dug his fingers back below the officer’s waistband, intent on returning the favor here and now.

He didn’t get too far before he heard it though - the sound of distant footprints, the opening of a door and the hesitant call of Errol’s name from someone Roscoe didn’t recognize.

Fucking son of a bitch.

Roscoe paused for only a moment, disappointment and irritation clear on his features before he moved again quickly, shoving the other man back into his pants (sorry, bud) and zipping him up before he stood to better fix himself (a little disorganization was fine, nothing a scuffle couldn’t cover).

“...I owe you a raincheck.” He spoke quietly, stealing one more quick kiss while he could before he stepped away with a short glance to the other man. “...No hard feelings.” Roscoe added then, a slightly apologetic look tossed in his direction before Roscoe shoved Errol hard against the wall, faking a fight while they still had the chance.

ERROL:

Errol swallowed as best he could, moaning around the other man as he felt the thighs underneath his hands shake with Roscoe’s orgasm. The hands in his hair didn’t help, either, but he wasn’t being picky, aight?

He was all too quickly dragged up and off, their positions flipped and Roscoe’s tongue shoved halfway down his throat. The man’s hands were sinful, tugging and pulling at Errol’s uniform as he pressed him back against the grubby cabinetry. Really, they needed to find a better place to do this shit like, yah know, Errol’s apartment. Or, more memorably, that one time they’d snuck into Roscoe’s dad’s house like a pair of teenagers.

Errol’d been scared to death over the fact that if they were caught, he was dead, but the pleasure had, ahem, outweighed the smart voice in his brain. Truly, he was stupid over the man if he’d agreed to sneak into a mob boss’s house just for that.

(No one tell him.)

They’d just started getting the show on the road, Errol’s hips pressing incessantly against the palm that had curled around the front of his pants, when a familiar voice called out through the emptiness of the building.

Son of a bitch.

The officer bit into the side of his cheek until he tasted blood, willing himself not to look too pissed off, too aroused. The static on his radio chirped; no doubt, the other officer had called it in and when there’d been no response he’d gone looking. Errol’s face was screwed up into a scowl as Ros shoved him back into his pants and leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Yeah yah do,” he grumbled, before giving a short nod and gritting his teeth, knowing what was coming. The shove was hard and he was going to be feeling it for at least another week, but it gave him the opening Roscoe knew he’d need to grab a hold of him, flipping their position easily after a short scuffle, throwing one another into a few walls for good measure, and slipping the handcuffs (gently) onto his wrists.

When they exited the room, Errol called down to his fellow officer, waving him off when the man came close, gun drawn. The entire time Delilah had sat outside, head on her paws. As Roscoe was shoved into another patrol car a short while later, Errol heaved a sigh and tried to fix the set of his clothes, knowing that he could hide his little problem with a bit of a limp and no one would know.

They’d done it before, after all, and they’d do it again.

That was love.

#ch: roscoe #p: wanna be yours #r: k9 unit #swyntask #swynsmut #//also in which we discovered I can only date Lauren's characters in an AU & tbqh the results are Amazing #//this was some romeo & juliet type shit #//and yes it was weird writing this accent but it was FUN!!

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