#but i get SO MUCH MORE!!! A WHOLE ASTORIA!!!!

[souji-upseta]

astoria says: don't take the L, BECOME THE L!!!!

[cindyss]

• - I DARE YOU TO RIDE HIS THIGH - •

PAIRING(S): mattheo riddle x fem. reader !

WARNING(S): thigh riding, his pov, smut

SUMMARY: y/n gets dared to ride mattheo’s thigh, and after pausing the game, they manage to get locked in alone in Draco’s room.

A/N: im thinking maybe threesome theo and mattheo for my next write?

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You and pansy decided to attend a party hosted by some of your fellow slytherin friends at their house. You got your dress on, got there, and began your night.

You got lost into the night, drinking and dancing and drinking and dancing. You met theo, one of the hosts of the party, and danced with him for a bit before the two of you were called to play a game of truth or dare.

Everyone got in a circle to begin the game. Astoria, Pansy, you, draco, theo, blaise, mattheo-theodore’s roommate, who youve never met before, and many, many more. You’d heard about Mattheo before, the dark lord’s son, but what you didn’t know is how fucking attractive this man is.

The game began and so many secrets were revealed and dares were made. Astoria and Pansy were dared to kiss, blaise shared his mom’s number with everyone, draco admitted to once clogging the toilet in his 2nd year, and much more funny stuff.

Theodore spun the bottle and it landed on mattheo. Theo immediately smirked before speaking “i dare you to sit on a chair, while one of the girls rides your thigh for a minute.” A bunch of “oos”were shared in the room. Mattheo just shook his head in disappointment at his friend’s dare.

“Okay so here’s how we’re gonna pick the girl, we’re gonna spin the bottle again.” Theo spins the bottle and it lands on you. Fuck. You were attracted to this man, but thats not how you were planning to get his attention.

Everyone laughs, ready for the show to begin, and you looked up to see mattheos reaction to which you found him staring at you. He came near you and got close, you could feel his breath on your ear “you don’t have to do this if ur uncomfortable.” he whispered. “ its fine.” You stated before you both got to your spot.

He sat on a chair and they started playing music, you got close to him as he manspread, providing enough space for you. You were wearing a dress with just your panties from the bottom, meaning your already wet clit was gonna rub his thigh.

You place yourself on him, grinding slowly at first. Your hands grab his thighs, fingers digging there to remain balanced. He places his hands on your waist guiding you as little moans and whimpers leave both your mouth and his. Good thing the music was loud enough so that the others wouldnt hear them.

his pov:

Gosh, how did i ever end up in this situation. Ive only met the girl for 30 mins and now shes riding my thigh. That asshole theo knows my weaknesses and he decides to use them against me when i tell him about the attractive girl. She’s so good at it it’s driving me insane.

Her clit is rubbing at my thigh and i can already feel myself harden, god fuck she probably felt that. Im now a whimpering mess, i need more than this. This girl is fucking amazing i need her closer. It takes every muscle in me not to kiss her or even throw my head back but this girl is driving me out of my mind.

your pov:

Your wet clit was rubbing against his bare skin since he’s wearing shorts. The only thing separating your skin was your panties. Suddenly, you feel something poking your stomach, you know what this is and you are aware of this situation.

God, this was the longest minute of your whole entire fucking life. “Times uppp!!” Theo shouts making you jump up.

“Alright everyone, for Christ’s sake we’re taking a break” Blaise spoke as everyone separated from the area. “Woahh, that was fucking hot y/n” Astoria spoke. You smiled at her and glanced Mattheo’s way only to find him already looking at you while his friends tease him about what just happened.

“Yo mattheo, y/n needs to use the bathroom, mind leading her there?” Pansy joked as the boy nodded. Confused and pissed at your friends for this act of embarrassment, you play along and follow the slytherin boy up the stairs. Just then, as you’re both making your way to the bathroom, someone pushes you both into a room and locks you in there. “Have fun in there losers.” Fuck.

As you were confused on what to do, you turned around inspecting the room before you were met with the boy right in front of you. “Heyy, sorry if it was awkward before, i did not want that to be our first impression,” he apologized. A smile tugged at your lips as you said “no worries, i enjoyed that anyway, plus you made a horrible job at covering your boner.”

He smirked playfully as he blushed, then you turned around and before you could walk to the bed, he grabbed your hand, making you turn as he connected your lips. You kissed him back rapping your arms around his neck. He smirked into the kiss as he pinned you to the wall.

His eyes full of lust, his hands working on removing both of your clothes as trails kisses down your collarbone. You help him to remain just in your red set of lingerie. “Fucking hell.” He whispers before carrying you to the bed. You get on top of him kissing him as his hands roam your body. “This is draco’s room, he’s gonna be mad as fuck.” You both chuckle.

He kisses you again and slips his tongue in your mouth, you grind on him moaning quietly. “Gaaa..d” he moans into the kiss, grabbing your hair. You help him out of his pants and boxers laying between his legs. Your lips only inches away from his hard cock, you take him in your hands, preparing him.

He’s now sat down you the bed, you between his thighs. You tease his tip, giving it a kiss with your mouth before wrapping your lips around his cock, taking everything he has to give. He groans at your actions, grabbing you by your hair guiding you. You even make a few gagging noises which makes him throw his head back “haaaa.. fuck yeah. just like that baby… mmh.”

You then bob your head up and down, speeding your movements. “fuckkk.. shit yeah. hell yeahh ..hmm fuck- faster faster.. hmhh” he whimpers. just then, he cums in your mouth making you swallow every bit. He grabs you by the face kissing you “good girl”.

Then, he unclasps your bra, while leaving soft kisses on your neck. Your boobs pop out, “fuck wow.” he speaks before beginning to pleasure you. He begins nipping and sucking on your left tit, his other hand cupping your other breast. He flicks your tit in his hand, pinching it, making you moan and whimper against his touch.

Trailing kisses down your stomach, he grabs your panties pulling them down, adding them to the pile of clothes that has now formed on the floor. “You’re already this wet hmm?” he smirks to which you nod at. He slips two of his fingers in, curling them inside you, he connects your lips, not allowing any loud sounds to be heard. He speeds his movement as you’re now under him, arching your back to feel him closer, he uses his fingertips to trail your hipbone.

“Mattheo…” “yes, sweetheart ?” “I need you inside me please right now.” his lips tug into a smile before he says “whatever you want baby .” then, he removes his fingers, holds your hands and pins them above your head. He lines his hard cock with your entrance, teasing your clit. Then, suddenly, he pushes inside you making you moan loudly.

“FUCKKK” you scream. “Shh, sweetheart, i don’t want anyone to hear your little moans.” He leaves you to adjust to his size before he begins thrusting inside you. He lowers his face to kiss you, slipping his tongue in. He bites your lower lip, licking it before moving down to your neck. Just then, you speak. “mmh gonna cum” you say with your eyes closed from the pleasure.

“Not yet love,” mattheo then lifts you up, pulling out of you. He places you on the bed, sat and not anymore facing him. He then places his legs above yours, before pushing inside you. This was much deeper and better. You throw your hands above your mouth to keep from making noises as he begins rubbing your clit. You scream as you come clean on him. “Good girl” he praises before pulling out of you.

“We have to clean this shit up or draco will kick me out.” You both chuckle as he goes to the bathroom (in dracos room) and turns the bath on. “I cant walk mattheo.” He laughs loud before pulling you off the bed and carrying you to the shower. “I guess this will be our room for tonight, draco will have to deal with it” you both laugh.

[winterssecrett]

MIDNIGHT TALKS | THEODORE NOTT

ღ 02:00 a.m and the group of snakes was still on the astronomy tower, a place they had started to love when they discovered that professors and prefects never went to “guard” or check for students out of bed. Sleep was something hard to find with how dark and scary things had gotten in school and around the world, so their best option was to be together as a group and as a family.

Astoria was sitting on the floor with Draco’s head on her chest, playing with his blonde platinum hair. Besides her was Blaise, who had Pansy between his legs, hugging her by her waist. And the other three -Theo, Y/n, and Mattheo- were close to the balcony, finishing their cigarettes.

Y/n didn’t smoke much, not as much as her boyfriend, but it was exams week and the stress alongside her anxiety was too much, she needed to take it down a bit.

— I don’t wanna see a fucking book on the rest of my life — Pansy whined, letting out a huff

Draco rolled his eyes — If you pass, you won’t have to.

— can you believe it? In a few months, we won’t be here anymore — Y/n said with a bittersweet tone of voice

Theo nod a that, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend frame. For some reason, he was always looking for her warmth, and since it was so late and so cold, he loved having her close to his body.

— Does it matter? — Draco asked not waiting for an answer — It’s not like things are gonna change, or that we are gonna be able to escape the hell that our lives are.

Clearly the alcohol was working on the blonde, cause otherwise he would have never said something like that. Draco didn’t talk, and definitely not about how sad his life was back at home. All of them, including the whole house of Slytherin were living in the same hell that the dark lord brought, and that’s why no one talked about it, it was easier to pretend that everything was just fine.

— Well, it’s not a surprise. We have been marked and judged since we were kids, like it was our fault the last name that we carry, or the house that we are in — Theo responded with harshness, making her girlfriend frown

Mattheo let out a sigh — We better play our part, right?

He was the most fucked of the group, he was the son of the person that was trying to destroy the magical world for years on end. The silence invaded them and everyone started to get lost in their thoughts, Y/n turned around putting her arms around Theo’s neck.

— Well be fine, right? — she asked in almost a whisper, wondering how bad things were gonna be once they graduated

Theo caressed her cheek — Well be together, that’s all that matters, Bella.

Y/n smiled at him with sadness, they had just a month left of school and they were trying to enjoy as much of it as they could. For example having breakfast together everyday, even if they were dying to sleep a little bit more. Partying from Thursday to Sunday with not just their house, but also the other three. Swimming in the black lake at night, and then going to the kitchen to get cups of hot chocolate.

Just a lot of things to be happy in times of death, darkness, and cruelty.

— I love you, cara mía, you know that right? — He said with a small smile

Y/n smiled back at him — Of course I know, and I love you too, darling.

One of Theo’s hands went to the back of her head and brought her close to his lips, almost melting when he felt her warmth. God how he enjoyed kissing and touching her.

— Get a room you scandalous people!

Everyone laughed at Draco’s slurred words, he was gonna regret all of the fire whiskey he had drunk tomorrow morning.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

pairing: coriolanus snow x toxic!fem!reader

summary: someone always throw a spanner in her works, to achieve her biggest dream —being coriolanus' lover, wife and claiming power. luckily, y/n is not on the loser side when it comes to playing.

trigger warnings: mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she's doing nasty things), reader's family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, blood, violence, killing people, hunger games stuff, i just love volumnia gaul, reader hates lucy gray and everybody who's around coriolanus, mental health problems mentioned such as psychotism.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

their peace was harassed. again. 

lying on her bed, y/n’s legs were flexing with the same rhythm as her heart beated and her brain ticked. 

that bitch. that dickhead. that fucking new rule.  

turning onto her back, y/n bruised her hands into her hair. too many things happened today, too fast and she couldn’t do anything. she couldn’t do anything to get closer to her first and only lover, coriolanus. it was the perfect plan she had made; going to the same places he went, organizing her whole life around him and gaining access into his heart. and after that? marriage, of course. and kids, and endless wealth that could be provided by her family and his position, because y/n didn’t accept anyone else as a husband than the president of panem. they could be the perfect couple, and her family almost gave the benediction to their marriage. 

only if this fucking day wouldn’t happen. 

today, in the school were coriolanus was studying –y/n was a private student, her family only trusted the teachers that educated the former younger members of the family like her older brother, who was now the leader of the first district–, a new rule was stated: students’ grades wasn’t the reason anymore for the plinth-prize, no. they needed to be a mentor for those poor losers who fought on the ruthless game named hunger games. y/n didn’t care about hunger games really much, but when her family was watching it on the tv in the salon, she sat down too, to watch how people’s true nature came out. while her family enjoyed watching it, they got her to take medicine since the doctor of the family stated her as a little bit mentally unstable. he said some symptoms like… lack of empathy, callous and manipulative? she was just like her grandma, astoria. it was nothing special. 

coriolanus got to be a mentor, and she got a girl from the twelfth district. it was not only the reason of her rage that that fuckhead casca took most of his chance away from winning the prize, and that he needed to work on this much more so they couldn’t be together, but… he got a girl. a girl named lucy gray. and lucy gray can watch herself if she does anything to woo coriolanus. 

y/n got to know him when they sat at the same time in the library; it was love at the first sight. she fell too deep, and from now on, she did everything to get close to him. if she was the universe, coriolanus was the sun; everything was for and about him. she made it known to him even, telling him that he has a big future, and that he needs to watch out because everybody’s going to hunt him down. but she’s gonna protect his safety, not significantly, because she knew how important pride was for men, even if she thought that it was sometimes hilarious. she’s gonna be the shadow around him, the shadow nobody can step over to get to him. y/n knew what’s good for him, and she made real intentions in the past too, from things like speaking with her father so he could soften up casca and give him that damn prize to the even action like being friends with his sister, tigris and his grandmother, the grandma’am. they were nice anyway, so she didn’t mind, same with the money she left in their house ‘accidentally’, or paying for oriolanus’ and hers dinner or snack or coffee when they were hanging out together. her father loved y/n endlessly, because she was just like his mother, her grandmother, but he couldn’t crawl under casca’s skin against the man’s will. while her whole family laughed at that damn girl, lucy gray, who sang and got knocked down on the ground, y/n knew that she was a potential danger. in that moment when she saw the way coriolanus looked at her, y/n decided that lucy gray, this or that way, had to go. there wasn’t any space for others in their love, and anyone that decided to harass it, was gonna pay the prize. 

turning on her stomach, she drew out her journal with shaky hands from anger, tearing up the page where she wrote down steps for the plan. she had another notebook for the doctor who read it monthly, and that notebook was full of ‘normal’ thoughts. but this, this journal… this contained everything that was her. and all of her love for corio, with pictures, letters they wrote to each other, little notes they changed through boring library afternoons, her plans for the wedding dress she’s gonna wear when they marry, and the names of the children they’re gonna have, not to mention the plan and the little footnotes she added to make it really, really perfect. scanning through the papers, she knew she hadn’t planned for this. how could you be so stupid? or was casca that dickhead, that fucker, he’s throwing a spanner in my works, but he’s gonna regret it. yeah, he’s gonna regret it, but not now. this was so perfectly worked out, it was truly a masterpiece, and now, some dickhead fucked it up completely. there were two things y/n didn’t like: people who stood between her and coriolanus, and people who thought they had the right to shit into her plan. 

throwing her journal away with a scream, her white, beautiful cat, persephone meowed loudly, jumping out from the way. looking into her direction, y/n called the cat closer to herself with bending her fingers. crawling into her arms, she rocked her like a real baby. 

“casca thinks he can stop us, sweetheart. but we gotta show him that we are clever, aren’t we, persy?” she asked, stroking the cat’s fluffy fur. persephone was y/n’s best friend; she never gave away her secrets, and always purred when the girl took her into her lap. “we can’t give up, no, sweetheart. we’re almost there, we can’t give up now, and we won’t, will we?” 

persephone meowed again, while y/n picked up the journal. grabbing a pen, thinking about the plan, what was wrong with it? was it not detailed enough? was it too straight? or… her cat accidentally tossed down a picture with her big tail, making y/n sigh. 

“you need to diet, persy.” muttering, when she lifted up the picture, it was her and coriolanus, her favorite picture. and in the background, there was sejanus, clemensia, arachne and many more of his classmates. in the background, blurred out, just as she liked… 

what do they have in common? 

they all had a relationship with corio. with her too, but… that can’t be all. what if the plan was wrong because she only focused on her lover? but it’s the point of it, to have a focus on him. suddenly, it hit her like a train her brother came last night with from the first district.  

she had to peel them down from coriolanus… one by one. it’s gonna be a little bit tiring and difficult, but y/n always loved challenges. and everything that could lead to coriolanus was worth fighting for –even if this fight was a little bit dirty. but her plans weren’t dirty, and she could never be dirty. she did it all for love, for their happiness. 

“you are a fucking genius, persy.” she muttered into the cat’s fur, making her meow again. 

before she could really write down the list of the people who could stand in their way, someone knocked on her door. 

“dear sister, could you come down for dinner?” it was her older sister, morphia. she was about to wed the mayor of the second district. y/n was gonna miss her, really, but not when she disturbed her mind while planning another masterpiece. 

“of course, i’m coming!” she opened the door. kissing the cat’s fur and putting her down to the bed so she could nap, noting in her mind that she needed to bring her food after dinner. morphia saw behind her back, on the bed her other notebook, the ‘normal’ notebook. 

“were you writing down your day?” morphia asked while walking beside her little sister on the hallway of the first floor of their home. they had a three floor house, the whole y/l/n dynasty lived together under one roof, including the husbands and wives who got married into the family. the wealth came from her sharp-minded grandfather, dmitri y/l/n, who had enough influence to get the control of the first and second district, getting ten percent of income from both districts for his own family after the war. he could do it because with his help, bombs were useful enough to stop rebellions. that way, the y/l/n house became rich between the richest, and they had enough respect so nobody doubted the wealth they had. did they get it dirty? yes. did they have guilt? of course not. 

“yeah, i was. so many things happened today. did you hear that corio has to attend the games like a mentor? he got a girl from the twelfth district, it’s so unfair, isn’t it?” she replied, walking beside the frescos of their deceased family members, facing the big windows shaded by heavy brocade curtains. the whole hallway covered with soft burgundy carpet, between the frescos, vases of beautiful roses stood on marble piles. everybody who took a walk in the y/l/n house, they could almost believe that war never happened. 

“you care so much about him, you’re gonna be the best wife. but still, please use your brain, sister. you are so clever, it would be a shame if our family wasted such a perfect mind between children and housekeeping.”

“i already submitted my papers to volumnia gaul. my grades and studies are great from biology and chemistry, maybe i can be one of her geneticists or scientists.” 

“it would be great. our family was never one of those who planned the games. father will be proud of you, just like me and everyone from the family.” morphia stroked her sister’s hair, going down the spiral stairs. the rain was softly falling, tapping on the windows. y/n’s smile was moderate; of course coriolanus was important, but her family was just as much. whatever, whenever, wherever you do, do it with pride. 

sitting through dinner, y/n formed the list in her mind, smiling and laughing when the others did, eating from the big plates. at night, she wrote down everything with persephone in her lap after her dinner too, a glass of wine beside the picture of coriolanus and a little, heart-shaped candle she got from him. 

the list. 

1.arachne crane. her family is part of the old guard of the wealthy from the capitol. they work in the travel industry, having developed luxury hotels in vacation destinations. she’ always very loud and always socking people. she’s not behaving like a noble, truly pathetic.  relationship with corio: they had grown up together, attending important events in each other's lives, as was natural for members of two families of money who lived close together, but did not really like each other. how to get rid of her: waiting. she got a girl from the tenth district, the tribute-mentor work will probably make her busy. at that time, i can speak on my behalf for coriolanus, maybe angering her towards me, to play victim. coriolanus doesn’t like her anyway. 

arachne was an easy prey. otherwise, the first rule of the plan was always to keep her hands clean. never, nobody could know that behind their downfall, there was y/n. 

2. clemensia dovecote  daughter of the energy secretary. she’s always up coriolanus’ ass, only because he’s the one who she can take advantage of. no original thoughts, only crawling up on everybody’s backs. really, really pathetic.  relationship with corio: only classmates. but a really annoying one.  how to get rid of her: she’s gonna fail herself either way, always wanting to be tricky, faith is gonna be her end. if not, talking with my father about her bad reputation, so her and her family’s gonna end up warned. 

y/n trusted her father enough to not to speak out loud that she was the one who intended on it. the y/l/n house always protected each other at all costs, and she wasn’t an exception. 

2. sejanus plinth // DANGER. only child of strabo and mrs. plinth, a wealthy couple from district 2. his father, strabo, made much of his wealth from munitions and weapon manufacturing. rich, has influence.  relationship with corio: his parents almost treat him as their own child. really, really dangerous.  how to get rid of him: …

y/n stopped while writing. sejanus liked her too, because he knew corio and she was almost a couple, but really… sejanus could stop him if he even said a word. it doesn’t work if she’s too kind, if sejanus himself doesn’t, his father will notice it, the bond is too tight and she didn’t want to suffocate in it. she needs to wait until something happens, and intervene when coriolanus is in doubt. 

“we have a lot of work before us, don’t we, persy?” she asked, leaning down to kiss her sleeping cat’s head. looking out the window, the rain fell continually, striking a bolt when she wrote down the fourth person. 

3. lucy gray braid // (?) family member of the nomadic group called ‘covey’, coriolanus’ contestant in the 10th hunger games. rumors say that she got into the games because she was messing around with another girl from the twelfth district.  relationship with corio: neutral. keep in mind if something happens. her actions may be out from surviving.  how to get rid of her: she has to win, so coriolanus can get the plinth-award. other than that, she’s gonna be taken back to twelfth district. keep in mind if something happens. 

lucy gray, lucy gray… you’re gonna be in big, big trouble if you take him away from me. you looked at him in the wrong way. 

y/n sighed, tossing her pen down. she needed to do some research for the coveys, whoever they were. it’s gonna be a long night, but her happy, perfect life with coriolanus will be even longer if she makes lucy gray gone. 

“songbirds can fly high enough to get away from snakes, you know that, persy? but even they can’t get away from a big storm.” y/n giggled, finding peace in the monstrous rumbling above them, heavy droplets banging on the window. sitting at her dressing table, she chose the lipstick she’s going to wear when coriolanus and she shares their first kiss. it was perfect. looking into the mirror, there was a strange glint in her eye, the one she always had only for herself. if she can’t get him one way, she will on the other. 

and anyway… her storm is gonna rock the whole panem. 

[fanartlover1234]

THIS ASSHOLE

Mattheo is Y/ns older brothers best friend, they have a frenemie relationship since Y/n got over *not really* over hed crush on him

MATTHEO X Y/N (LOVERS)

WARNING: fingering, smut, cursing, degrading

"Bye" the fourth guy who had come up to Y/n during luch period said after she had rejected him.

It was her 6th year, and suddenly every girl hated her ofcourse not her two amazing best friends and every guy wanted her.

She hadnt really changed thay much she onlu improved her style and got rid of her glasses (btw i love people with glasses) by getting contacts.

"Why cant you just say you're not interested by other guys cause you alreadt have someone on your mind?" Astoria, one of your best friends since 1st year when you 'Accidentaly' spilled a smoothy over a girl who was making fun of her for not being a pureblood slytherin said as your other best friends Pansy agreeded.

"Cause i dont like anyone else and i dont want to use a boy as excuse to not date" she said before almoat choking on her food when Cerdric the huflepuff most popular guy scared her by accident.

"Hey, Y/n, i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to hog-"

"She's taken" Pansy said as earned a glare from Y/n before the girl turned to Cedric with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry"

"No its okey" the boy said before walking away.

"I hate you, i hate your kids and your grandkids" Y/n said to Pansy annoyed before leaving to her dorm to unpack her stuff.

It was late, she had 15 minutes till curfew so she decided to run really quick to her brother as she found his uniform that he was looking for.

"Theo" she said knocking on the door and he opened and his whole friend group said hi to the girl.

"What are you wearing" Theo scolded as the girl rolled her eyes placing his uniform on the bed as he refered to her black shorts nearly visable under her oversized shirt and her slippers.

"Im leaving"

"Cover up" he said annoyed at her.

"Ill walk her, make sure nothing happens" A boy spoke, more like Mattheo who Y/n used to have a huge crush on and also her brothers best friends so she knew she never stood a chance.

"Fine" Theo said ruffling the girls hair before sushing them out.

The walk was okey, quiet for the first few minutes but soon they talked again after Mattheo had cracked a joke about the shirt Y/n was wearing.

"Where you get the shirt" he had asked.

"Oh you know it was a gift"

"Well whoever gave you that had an amazing style" he joked placing his hands in the pocket.

"Its okey"

"Okey?? My style is great" he said faking an offended look as one of his hand fell to his chest.

"Yeah yeah" the girl stoped when she got a notification on her phone looking at it.

"You good?" Mattheo asked her and she nodded.

"Just Pansy, she told Cedric that im dating someone, now she is just sending me random boys to try and get to be my boyfriend since she overheard Cedric thinking it was fake" Y/n explained before typing a no to Pansy when she saw Comrac who was not only aftet her since 3rd year but also a totak creep.

"Do you tho" he asked.

"Do i what" she asked still looking at her phone as she was explaining to Pansy she would rather date Hagrids dog that Comrac.

"Dating anyone"

Y/n couldnt help but laugh half true and half convince herself that her imagination of dating Mattheo was over a long time ago.

"Have you seen the rats that go to this school?"she asked looking at him, suddenly feeling small under Mattheos gaze.

"Y/n?" Aris who had to round the halls to make sure noone is out asked suddenly.

"Hi, Aris" she said " sorry we are out this late its just that"

"Dont excuse yourself its cool, by the way do you maybe want to go"

"She's busy dude" Mattheo said placing a hand over Y/ns shoulder making the boys excuse himself amd leave with no second though.

Mattheo smirked but it droped when Y/n smacked his hand.

"Ow" he said.

"How dare you, you know you cant just"

"Cant what?" He asked steping closer to her.

"Scare away every boy that talks to me, you know you have been doing this since 3rd year with Theodore its so- " she pulled looking for the word when Mattheo leaned down their faces inches apart.

"Its called caring"

"Its called being annoying" she said steping back and going away from him.

"Y/n, c'mon dont be like that" he said callinh out for her.

Y/n raised her hand flashing him her middle finger as she walked away earning a chuckle from the boy.

TWO DAYS LATER

Y/n pressed on Mattheos number on her phone, very much annoyed and ready to have a screaming match after Daniel, a boy from Ravenclaw, suddenly stood her up yesterday.

She was sad all day, talking with her brother when suddenly he sliped and exposrd his friend.

"I just dont understand" the girl sniffled as she layed in her bed, her neat hair now messy, her masscera running down her cheeks as she sat in her bed drowning her sadnes in icecream while Theodore comforted her.

"Look, if he stood you up, he probably an idiot or at least more of an idiot than you" he said recieving a death glare from Y/n as she agresivly stabed the ice cream with a spoon " okey sorry but i mean-"

"Nope you're right, i shouldnt have trusted him to like me"

"Nope, its code red, you said im right" he said placing a hand on her forhead askinh if she is sicm or anything.

Y/n laughed at her brother her smile making him smile as well.

"There she is"

"Thanks bro"

"Hey hey, im your big bro and you are my lil sis no matter how old we get, or how much of an asshole Matthep can be scaring sweet old Danny"

"What?" Y/n asked feeling her blood boiling at what her brother said.

"Yes, princess" Mattheos voice sounded godly over the phone but Y/n was angry.

"HOW DARE YOU SCARE DANIEL AWAY?" She yelled over the phone.

"Yelling much" he stated " look he plays girls like quiditch, stoped you from making a mistake"

"Yeah well i would have liked to make that mistake my self, you what Mattheo"

"What?"

"The days of you controling my life are over"

Mattheo smirked only imagening the girl screaming this was while she was under him, nope he cant think like that, that was his best friends sister.

"Yeah, we'll ses about that" he stated before pressing the red button and droping the phone call while Y/n screamed at him.

Two weeks had passed and Y/n has went out of her skin to avoid Mattheo at all cost.

It went from being the last in the class and the first out of it, taking konger routes just to not meet the boy in the hallway.

Matthep had noticed it, tried talking to her during the first week as they had three classes together.

Just whem Y/n got used to her new lifestyle profesor Snape happen.

"And finaly, Y/n and Mattheo will work about love spells, love potions and all things considered in that major"

"Wait what no, he is an asshole" Y/n protested making Mattheo scoff.

"Well this asshole is now your buddy" the profesor said making Y/n slouch in her chair.

After a few hours Y/n was in the library looking for book about their theme.

Y/n was reaching for a book on one of the higher shelfs when she felt someone press against her taking the book she was reaching for as she silently cursed herself when she realised who was behind her as she slowly turned around not looking at him but atempting to leave but she gasped when he grabed the shelf next to her head stoping her in her tracks.

"Hi, Y/n" he said leaning in his hand to see her face better.

"Heyy, Mattheo, how you been?" She said as she tried to make a convo with him to get out of the situation.

"Pretty good, taking the fact that one girl has been avoiding me" he said

"What? I havent been, i mean who would avoid you" the girl said " ill just " she tried moving his hand but to no avail his hand barely moved.

Y/n turned to face the book shelf her forhead leaning on the shelf her eyes closed as she whined out loud earning a sush from the librarian so she yelled out sorry.

Mattheo chuckled a bit placing the book on some other books.

Y/n reached for the book but Matthep grabed her hand.

"You wanna get out?" He asked earning a nod from her.

He felt her breath hitch when he leaned in kissing hed hand before moving closer to her ear he smirked a bit when he saw saw the flush on hed cheeks " then you gotta talk to me" he said before Y/n turned her head a bit meeting his brown eyes cursing herself when she realised she would never or at leasf any time soon be over the 'silly' little crush on Mattheo.

Mattheo smiled at hed as he turned her over.

"Why are you avoiding me princes?" He asked.

Truth be told she didnt know, she thought maybe cause she was mad but now she realised that she avoided him to avoid her feelings.

"I-um well you see- i um was just, we really gotta start this project " she spoke as she tried walking away again.

She knew she had to get out herself as they were in the locked session where she begged to be let in.

"Nuh uh" he said going closer to her as she felt the pool in her underwear.

"Matt"

"Hmm?" He asked

She gasped grabing on to his upper arms when she felt his fingers dance on her inner thigh.

She followed his movements with her eyes as he got on his knees a smirk on his face whike he looks up at her.

She moved her hand to his shoudler on to be stoped as he grabed her hands placing them next to her.

He lifted her skirt a little before pulling her white laced panties down he looked at them amd examened how she looked as he tucked her skirt up by the belt so it wouldnt fall.

Y/n felt small under him as she tried to cover herself ip suddenly feeling shy and insecure.

He sighed and closed his eyes before getting up looking at her.

"Turn around" he said and she did while Mattheo took his tie off placing both her hands behind her back and tying them together before turning her around.

He looked at her, looking at her blouse.

"Can i?" He asked and she nodded " use your words"

"Yes" with that he began undoing her blouse the non stap white bra caught his attention as he pulled her shirt off till her wrists.

Her hands behind her made her chest pop out as he undid her bra it falling on the ground.

He kissed her roughly before pulling back and steping away from her looking at her.

He had imagened this a thousand times.

Her hair neat, hed lipstick speared, going lower her chest bare, nipples perked up as hed hand were tied behind her back.

The bottom of her skirt was tucked at the waistband of her skirt revieling her freshly shaved pussy, as her juices made it glossy, some even driping down her legs as she stood in her black heels that didnt make her even close to be his height.

He steped closer his hands going to her hips as he moved closer to her.

"I may or may not have scared the boys away cause ive been madly in love witj you for the past 3 years" he whispered as she looked up at him.

"I-"

"Dont say anything, let me show you what no other man can do for you" he said falling to his knees slaping hee thighs lightly for her to open her legs and with no second thought his mouth was on her clit, sucking and licking as his fingeres toyed with hed folds.

After few minutes after he felt her legs shake he got up inserting 2 fingers in her entrance, kissing her roughly as he held her up.

He felt her juices leak in his hands the white mixture of her pleasure on his fingers when he pulled them out, stoping the kiss.

He ran the cum covered fingers over her lips before bringing her to her knees before placing the fingeres into her mouth and ordering her to suck.

The sight was unbearable, her lips around his fingers her doe eyes looking up at him, her legs spread by his feet while shw mindlesly tried do rub against air needing more.

He chucklsd as he looked at her, her drool driping on her chest, her masscera stained, her lipstic as well while she mindlesly sucked on his fingers, her legs spread as she was desprate to get more so she rubed against air.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling her hair back as he squated ths same level as her.

"Did you plan on getting fucked, i mean you look so pathetic, like a whore" he said " but dont worry darling, ill take care of you, you are mine afterall, do you want more" he asked.

She right away said yes, making him chuckle as he lifted her up a little while getting the book he previously had in hand placing it under her cunt.

"Do your work, princess" he didnt have to say it even as the minute she felf something on hed clit she rubbed in no time the book was coated in white fluid as Mattheo kissed her thsi time gently while untying her hands

He pulled her fo him, using his wand to teleport them away to her dorm, him laying her down.

"I love you, my good girl" he said.

"I love you too"

THE NEXT DAY

"You wanna go out" a random boy asked her again.

"No, i have a boyfriend" she said loud enough to catch Mattheos attention as she kept an eye contact with him.

"Girll, tell-"

"Dont you see" Pansy cut Astoria off showing that the girl was looking at Mattheo.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Light My Love - Prologue - T.Nott

Series Summary - Follow Y/N as she navigated the wizarding world on her own, starting from her first year, all the way through to her seventh. As she falls in love and get her heart broken, how a certain friend is always there to mend her broken heart even though his is slowly getting broken in the process.

Chapter Summary - Y/N finally receives her Hogwarts letter, meeting with her friends in Diagon Alley and doing their shopping together. She is counting down the days until she finally gets to see Hogwarts and get herself sorted.

Pairings - Theo Nott x Fem!Reader(eventual)

Series Warnings - Blood purity, dark wizards, Reader is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, pining, angst, reader will have some shitty boyfriends, Female Reader, use of Y/N

Chapter Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, mentions of food and eating,

Author's Note - I wanted to do a retelling of the Harry Potter series with a pureblood Slytherin character so here it is! I will probably update this slow just like my Always There series so be patient with me! After a few posts I will make a masterlist and link it to all of my posts for this series as well as on my masterlist.

Word Count - 962

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Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

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When the Hogwarts letter first got delivered, she wasn’t surprised. She was a pureblood, her parents being some of the most known people in the wizarding world. Her family didn’t have the best reputation, they were known followers of the dark lord, however neither of them were taken to Azkaban. They had influence in the wizarding world, much like the Malfoys. The first trip to Diagon Alley was exciting, Y/N running into a few first year students that she had met before at parties. 

She had ended up shopping the whole day with Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Pansy and Astoria. The six of them chatted about their summers and how excited they were to go to Hogwarts. They all knew that they’d get sorted into Slytherin, getting themselves excited about learning more about magic than they had learned from their parents. Eventually they all parted ways, heading back to their families and returning home. Every one of them were counting down the days until September 1st.

Y/N was so excited the night before that she couldn’t even sleep, having already packed all of her things, she instead sat on her bed and read a book until it was time to leave. Once arriving at King's Cross Station, she excitedly led her parents to Platform 9 ¾ where she met up with all of her friends. She hugged both of her parents, kissing their cheeks goodbye before getting onto the train. They had taken over one of the compartments, lounging around as they talked excitedly about Hogwarts.

As her adrenaline had begun to wind down, her eyes got heavy, closing slowly before her head dropped onto the shoulder next to her. Theodore was a bit startled at first but then realized that it was just Y/N who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He knew how she was, when she was excited she couldn’t sleep until her body caught up with her, only then she was able to fall asleep.

She had slept the whole train ride, no matter how loud the compartment got, only waking when Theo had gently shook her when they arrived at Hogsmeade's station. She let out a quiet yawn, her arms stretching above her head as she stood up. “Sorry for sleeping on you Theo. I guess I was just really tired,” She apologized.

“It’s okay, didn’t bother me. M’glad you slept a little bit before we got to Hogwarts. You would’ve fallen asleep at the table,” Theo joked, grabbing their suitcases from the top rack and leading the way out of the train. She tried to grab her suitcase from him but he was quick to snatch it away from her. “I don’t think so, principessa. A lady never carries her own bag.”

They were led by Hagrid to the boats which took them to the castle itself. She had only heard about the beauties of the castle but to actually witness it made her speechless. It was so much more beautiful than she imagined. It sat majestically on a hillside in the Highlands, surrounded by forests and water. She was in complete awe of the sight, taking in the beauty as they got closer. 

Actually getting into the castle made her feel so small, the ceilings were taller than she expected, looking up as the group of first years followed Professor McGonagall. She went through the sorting ceremony with them before leading them into the great hall. She was mystified by the candles and the ceiling, bumping into the boy in front of her due to the lack of her paying attention. “Sorry, Draco,” She said absentmindedly.

The boy just brushed it off as they waited to be called for their sorting. Draco being sorted into Slytherin before the hat had even touched his head. She was the last on out of all of her friends to get sorted, right after Theo. “Y/N Y/L/N,” McGonagall called her name. She took a breath before walking up to the stool, sitting down and getting the ancient hat placed on her head.

“Ahh, you’re another tough one! You could do great things in all of the houses! Shall we take your lineage into consideration? A descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself. I’ve got just the place for you,” The hat rambled, she smirked knowing where she was being sorted, “Better be Slytherin!”

She happily skipped her way over to the Slytherin table where all of her friends were sitting, finding her place between Mattheo and Theo. Both boys threw their arms around her, sitting as Dumbledore began his speech. The group waits until the feast is announced before digging in and trying a little bit of everything. All of them completely stuffed as they followed their prefect to the dungeons and the Slytherin common room. Instead of listening, she was more focused on watching the creatures of the Black Lake swim by the window. 

She walked towards the window, getting closer so she could see the creatures better. She hadn’t realized how long she was there for until Pansy tapped her shoulder, breaking her from her daze. “It’s almost midnight and we have class in the morning. Come to bed,” Pansy informed her.

“I hadn’t even noticed. Thank you Pans,” She smiled at her friend, taking her hand as the two of them walked together to their dorm. Their beds were right next to each other, her cat sleeping peacefully on her pillows. The two girls getting changed into their pajamas quickly before getting into bed. Y/N’s cat let out a protesting meow before crawling onto her chest and promptly falling asleep. Y/N following soon after, her dreams filled with all of the things she wished to do.

[hurpdurpburps]

Astoria: Fate's Kiss Is Getting Re-released On 25 July, Here Are Some Things You Should Keep In Mind

Most people don't know it (until now I guess), but I'm the founder of, and have been running the @ls-salvation-squad project since Christmas 2021. I hardly interact with the LS community outside of the project server in a personal capacity as I've largely left the fandom around 6 months before the announcement of the app's closure.

I was pretty late to the game (pun intended), having only learnt about the app in 2020, but managed to be around for 'milestone events' such as the writers' strike and the DMCA rampage on YouTube/tumblr. Thanks to certain friends and technology, I've also had privileged access to a quasi-'insider look' into Voltage's workings (and failings) as a studio, both in real time and through secondhand horror stories of the past.

This culmination of experiences has spurred me to make my first, and last, personal opinion piece regarding LS on tumblr, a corner of the community that I haven't really interacted much with.

While I understand the sheer joy, relief and excitement that comes with revived, legal access to some of the most impressive, unapologetically queer stories to have ever graced the internet, I want to point out the ugly truths that are intertwined with the revival of this troubled app:

Buying the game =/= supporting the creators. Not a cent of your money goes towards them. Even when Voltage USA used to be a thing, barely any of it went towards the employees in general either. The writers were paid 3 cents/word, and producers were working twice as hard but only paid around half of their counterparts in other companies. AFAIK the artists have kept quiet but it would be more of a surprise if they were treated any better than their peers.

Buying the game =/= supporting queer content/community. This might come as a shocker, but homophobia ran rampant within Voltage's management. The best evidence of this can be found in their history of 'peculiar' business or creative decisions - and they've made a fuckton of bad choices. Fun fact; the first queer routes were only made possible via sheer force of will of a particular producer. I'm not at liberty to share the nitty gritty on this public platform as the stories aren't mine, but maybe if you asked some of the former staff nicely, they might give you cryptic hints.

You're gonna be paying them a THIRD time. Many of us have already shelled out hundreds of dollars on heart choices - not once, but twice. Putting the whole version on Steam/Switch had always been a valid option from the beginning of the end, but they chose not to do it. Why? Because users scrambling to make bulk purchases of tickets and hearts to record routes as a last hurrah meant a last, fat cash-in. Not to mention the fact that they're selling the game at US$30 per series, for almost decade-old content, presumably without any new additions. At this point, throwing your hard earned money at them AGAIN is just rewarding scummy management and unscrupulous business models.

Do you really need to? Our team of around 100 archivists worked tirelessly in Q1 of 2022 to provide you high quality recordings of every single route. We've gone so far as to acquire recordings of pre-LS Voltage content such as Queen's Gambit and all of the soundtracks. We've put assets up for download. There are a dozen passionate creators out there who have been updating their Ren'Py recreations so that you can scratch your itch - and all for free!!! What more could you possible want or need that only the greedy bastards at Voltage can give you - apart from seeing your custom MC name on the screen and the absolutely inconsequential choices B & C that our videos didn't cover?

Is this a call for a boycott? I guess not really, or at least I didn't consciously set out to make it like this. Dissuading others from purchasing legal access to media when it's easily available goes against my general principle about responsibly and pragmatically supporting creators. And as one 'em Gays™, I know the preciousness of possessing Queer Stories Written By Queer People.

But I was concerned at what seemed to be a wave of happiness and eagerness at news of the revival, without any mention of the absolute shit show that has led us to this very point. There's a very big part of me that's absolutely pissed at being taken for a ride. News of the revival has been a bittersweet development for us all, especially those who have poured their time, money and energy over the past 2.5 years into salvaging what was thought to be a lost piece of queer media - only to find out that all that effort might only get them a slap to the face in the form of a DMCA from the grave. So yeah, fuck you Voltage.

TLDR: You should really save your money for more ethical, indie developers who have the decency to not mock your consumer intelligence. I don't think it's a crime against humanity if you end up buying it after all, but just think about it yeah?

[angislibary]

Hickeys(English version)

School has started again and of course the Slytherins threw their popular first day of school party. And again like every year, the eyes of all the boys landing on Y/n Malfoy as she entered the room.

Her long blond hair curled into to pretty Utah curls, falling straight down her body. Talking about her body, matching to her breathtaking green eyes, she’s wearing a floor long dress.

Entering directly after her, her also appealing brother. Not a single emotion on his face, just death staring at all those boys. Including his best friends Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle.

Theodore, like the gentleman he is, can’t take his eyes off his best friend’s sister, knowing exactly what happens if anyone dares to touch her. As he’s done it before. But the black eye was so worth it. Maybe he’ll do it again?

On the other side there’s Mattheo fucking Riddle. Why should he care? Maybe he’s done it before but no one notices.

“Want another black eyes, Nott?” Draco stopped right in front of his two charming friends.

“Told you before, was worth it!” His smiled got brighter, exposing a more of his still a little blue under eye.

“You two are so frustrating.” Mattheo sighed. “You know that she’ll do everything she wants?”

“I’m trying to protect her” Mattheo rolls his eyes.

“And you think hexing every single man looking at her is the right way?” Theodore insists.

Meanwhile Y/n was dancing together with her also stunning best friend Astoria Greengrass.

“So who’s the lucky guy tonight?” Astoria almost screamed so y/n could hear her.

“Lucky? Have you seen Theo’s eye?” Y/n answered, still worried about the man her brother catched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll distract him tonight.” Tori smiled.

“That’s why you picked the sexy underwear, huh?”

“Maybe” Her smile maybe was the biggest one of the whole night.

As the night went on the friend group had a lot of fun. Dancing like there’s no other and drinking like there’s no tomorrow.

Blaise was the first one to leave, but with some random girl. Right after him Astoria managed to leave with Draco. Wich means Y/n can finally do what she wanted to do for a long time.

She danced and flirted with the lucky man.

“He’s going to kill me you know that!”

“Scared?” She provokes.

“Seems like you don’t know me, otherwise you wouldn’t have said that.”

He took her hand and together they left the party, directly into his dorm.

The Slytherin pressed her against the door, kissing and biting her neck. She’s trying so hard not to moan. “Don’t Darling, I know exactly how much you like this, let me hear you!”

And that’s it. He found her weakness and she can’t resist anymore.

Y/n Malfoy knows exactly what’s going to happen if the night goes on.

Mattheo Riddle is going to ruin her. She’ll never sleep with another man, she’s his and only his. But this is what she wants.

What all girls want. Isn’t it?

Mattheo growls at her neck. “Your thoughts are to loud darling, we gotta work on that!” He did read her mind. AGAIN. “But it’s true I’m going to ruin you. You’re mine!” He whispered in her ear, with his crispy voice. If her mind wasn’t already blank it would be by now.

“Fuck” He can’t control himself any longer. “You sure you wanna do that?”

Y/n Malfoy, like the lady she is, bit him in the ear, before she softly spoke “Ruin me”

The heir of Slytherin picked her up and walked over to her bed, but he didn’t lay her down.

With y/n bend over his bed, he pulled down her dress, revealing the sinful expensive new underwear Miss Malfoy just bought. “Naughty little girl”

His Hand finally touched her part where she craved it the most. Y/n is trying so hard to hold herself together, but it won’t take long until she falls.

She just heard a belt getting unlocked and Mattheo’s pants falling to the floor. Without any warning he pierces in her.

For a moment she saw stars and holy crap it’s true, Mattheo Riddle doesn’t make love he fuckes.

“And you like it, darling. You like being treated like a whore.”

~~~

Little Miss Malfoy wouldn’t be able to walk for a whole week, that’s for sure. But there’s another thing. Her brother.

On the next day he of course saw the hickeys Riddle left all over her neck.

“What’s that in your neck?” He asked.

“Nothing!” She tried to hide it but it was too late.

“Hickeys! Seriously? Who are they from?”

“No one. Leave me alone!”

Across the common room, on a couch sitting the trouble friends.

“He’s going to kill you, you know that right?”

“Shut up Theo!” Mattheo answered angrily.

[haesunflower]

to hell with the stars | royalty au with ricky and zhanghao

(written in the stars chapter 3)

✩ chapter 1, chapter 2 ✩

genre: romance, angst

pairing: reader x ricky, queen oc x zhang hao

about/tags: you're back in astoria where you feel love bloom again. among other things, the queen of mariposa's relationship with king hao worsens. (4k+ words)

y/n is a princess, infidelity, cursing, mentions of death, slight slutshaming, these characters live such hard lives

The sky is a beautiful orange, with pinks blendings purples to welcome the impending setting of the sun. Celeste and Citrine are busy drinking from the water trough after a long day of riding. Ricky tosses you an apple meant for the horses, but you don’t have much of an appetite. 

“I hear you’re leaving tomorrow.” The prince takes a bite into the red fruit, as he sits down next to you under the tree where you’ve been planted for the past twenty minutes. Your mind was all over the place, thinking about your sister – how you and her husband, the king, spent over an hour crying and getting closure, how you eventually shared a kiss with him. 

That would have been enough reason to leave the following day anyway. So when you received a letter from your parents in Astoria asking you to come home, you were a little bit relieved. It saves you the agony of coming up with an excuse to tell your sister. 

In true avoidance, you spent the whole day riding. You rushed to the stables that morning, without even letting Chaehyun know. Everyone was looking for you the moment they realized you disappeared with your horse. Which is exactly why they sent Prince Quanrui to look for you, and he successfully found you crying by the pond. 

With no one in sight, he hugged you, arms embracing your torso as you sobbed into his chest. His head rests atop yours, as he soothes your back trying to get you to calm down. Even in your misery, a part of him is glad that he gets to hold you like this. 

You don't want to return just yet. So again, there you were sitting under the tree. Just thinking. You haven’t said much to Ricky at all, he didn’t pry. Instead you both moved in silence. Grateful for his perceptiveness to your emotions, he deserved a decent conversation. “Yes, tomorrow morning. The King and Queen have summoned me.”

Ricky nods slowly, but he’s undecided on whether or not he wants to believe that answer. He sets the apple down, and sighs loudly. “Since you’ll be gone, I have no purpose staying here any longer than you are. I’ll leave tomorrow as well.” he says matter-of-factly. 

You can’t say you’re not surprised. In fact, you’ve suspected that he favors you more than any other royal because he likes you to some degree. And you like Ricky too, how could you not? 

You spent every year of childhood playing with him around the castle, he was your favorite guest at your tea parties, he was your escort for your first royal ball, he taught you how to paint, and he made you laugh. And you once overheard both your mothers joke around, saying perhaps their children will marry each other one day. You weren’t sure if that meant you. But if it did, you wouldn’t mind. Ricky is a friend above all things, a really good friend – who is also a welcome distraction from your thoughts. 

“You spent almost all of Spring here in Mariposa, did you not tire of my company?” you playfully nudge him, and the tip of his ears turn a little red. He breaks into a smile as he turns to you, eyes locking “it wasn’t dreadful”, he jokes back.  

“I knew it. So you do like me a little bit, Prince Quanrui?” you tease. 

“Love. I do love you Princess Y/N.”

There is no more joking undertone, just a declaration. He says it confidently, his voice unwavering. He looks to your lips, then to your eyes before he looks away – staring at the sky instead, “but I can wait, however long you need, Y/N.”

You think about what he just said, and you’re scared to ask “Ricky, you know something, don’t you?”

“Well…” he begins. “I knew there must have been a good reason as to why you didn’t come to Solaria when I invited you, perhaps you were occupied with royal matters too. And because I was at your sister’s wedding, I figured you weren’t in attendance. Perhaps you were sick, as there was no way you would have missed an event that involved your family. I also know that you were trying to get away from that dumbass King after your dance with him –” he wants to continue, but he glances in your direction. 

Your head is down, ashamed. So he was right, it is about the King. 

“I’m a horrible person. Yesterday, I kissed him.” you whisper the confession, barely audible. You check on Ricky, who is no longer watching the sky, and is instead gazing at you.  He seems unphased. 

“Do you see me differently now?” you ask, feeling hopeful that maybe he doesn’t think you’re a disgrace, a slut, a traitor. He one ups your expectations when he responds with “I see you exactly as you are. The same from when we were kids. Beautiful, terribly unfunny, but fresh like air. Nothing you do changes my love for you.”

For confirmation, you ask once again – “you love me?”

“In every way imaginable, Y/N”. You smile as you realize how easy it was for Ricky to answer that question, and compare it to how difficult it was for you to answer Hao the night before.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—--

When you leave the next day, Ricky is the one that brings you to your carriage, opening the door for you. He tells you that he’ll visit Astoria after he gets his political affairs in order. He removes the glove that you had on, and kisses the back of your hand sweetly. It’s intimate, sweet, and in Solaria – reserved for only husband and wife. 

You want to tease him, but you don’t. Instead, you remove your necklace, a golden chain with a sun and star on it, and place it on his palm. You enclose his fingers around it gently, and your hands stay in that position for a while. You’re afraid this is the last time you’ll see each other as just Crown Prince Ricky and Princess Y/N. 

“Don’t keep waiting for me, okay? Thank you for the past few weeks”. You place your hand on his cheek, and swipe your thumb comfortingly. 

Those are the last words you speak to him before the carriage door is closed. Ricky is watching as the carriage smalls to the distance. The necklace is safely nested in his clasped hands, afraid he’ll lose the precious item you gave him. Rather, afraid he’ll lose you entirely. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

When you return to Astoria, the first thing that you are alerted to is that the crown prince’s condition has worsened. Crown Prince Hanbin has been sick since the middle of winter, and everyone had assumed he would eventually get better. He always does. But an entire season has passed, and his condition has only worsened. 

You enter his room, and he’s laying in his bed. Your mother and father, the queen and king of Astoria, are seated on chairs by the side of his bed. For both of them to be here at the same time, it must be really grave, you think.

You close the door gently and walk to your brother to take his hand. He’s coughing but he manages to smile when he sees you. “What took you so long, sister?” he asks, his voice is hoarse. 

“Don’t speak, I am here now brother.” You place your hand on his head, feeling his temperature and wiping away the layer of sweat that rests on his skin. “What do the doctors say, mother?” But she doesn’t respond to your query. 

“Y/N, let’s speak outside....” Your father commands.

Hanbin interrupts, “no, let me be the one to tell her.”

You’re looking at both of the men in the room, waiting for them. “Sister, listen –” a roar of coughs erupts before he gets the rest of the sentence out  “– you know that if anything were to happen to me, you’ll be queen regent right?” You’re nodding, “starting tomorrow, your official title will be crown princess.”

Your world spins, and you think you might faint. You were right, that was going to be the last time you would be seeing Ricky as just, princess y/n. Tomorrow, you duties begin as crown princess, the next in line to the throne.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—--

In Solaria, Prince Quanrui’s mother asks how his trip to Mariposa was. And if he has already proposed to you, like he said you would. He shakes his head, and tells her that it isn’t the right time. 

“I always knew that both of you would end up together,” she says quaintly. “You begged to visit Astoria almost every year, even when we didn’t need the diplomatic meetings anymore. You studied her interests, her country, and you know the Astoria government more than anyone in our parliament. Son, you even painted a portrait for her,” she scoffs “you’ve never even painted for your own mother. And remember when you were devastated when she didn’t visit us last year?” The current queen of Solaria pauses to take a sip from her wine, watching the expression on her son’s face. “Am I right to believe you’ve loved her ever since?” 

When the prince nods, she nags at him, "then why are you in Solaria and not Astoria?"

He has a small smile on his face, and he thinks of you as he touches the gift you left him, currently clad on his neck. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

A letter from Solaria announcing Prince Quanrui’s intent to visit Astoria arrives a week late. Now, the palace staff are in visible panic, making last minute preparations. You haven’t seen them make this much haste since the last time a crown prince stayed in Astoria. 

It’s a bright day, and the gardens are littered with fully bloomed stargazer lilies this time around. As if timed perfectly, a carriage slows down the moment you leave the palace doors. A footman opens the vehicle, and Prince Quanrui steps out dressed in all black. On his right hand, a dozen red roses. 

As you walk down the stairs to greet him, he bows at you. And out of habit, you curtsy back. “Your favorite, Princess Y/N”, he hands you the flowers. Roses don’t grow well on Astoria soil, so Ricky has made it a tradition to gift you a dozen every time he visits. They’re usually yellow or white. You wonder if these red ones hold any special meaning, and you decide to read on it later. 

“They’re beautiful as always, Prince Quanrui.” He takes your ungloved hand, and plants a delicate kiss from his lips. It feels familiar, it feels sincere, it feels nice. 

“I hope the King and Queen are not too offended about my sudden desire to visit the Astoria palace.” You’re walking side by side, back to the grand doors. “Don’t be silly Ricky, they’re elated that you’ve come here again.” 

Ricky is glad to hear that he’s still in your parents’ good graces. Because he plans to ask for their blessing for your hand in marriage soon.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

The palace staff are instructed to not speak anything about Prince Hanbin’s debilitating condition, nor are they allowed to address Y/N by her new Crown Princess title around guests. They have not made the royal decree public, and they only plan to do so once things have been made final. Everyone hopes that it doesn’t have to come to that point. 

Silently, you’ve been preparing to take over. Hanbin’s responsibilities have been passed on to you, along with additional education from his royal tutors. It’s exhausting to be a ruler. Thankfully, all of that takes a backseat for the first few days of Ricky’s visit. 

At first, you enjoyed your usual activities. Strolling by the garden, painting together, visiting the new museum artifacts, riding Celeste and Citrine, having meals together. You threw a tea party for fun, and he willingly participated, joking about how you must have no better company because he’s the only one present. “I’m in disbelief that your idea of fun is throwing tea parties and rotting away at the library.” 

Faking offense, “excuse me, that is no way to talk to your host.” He laughs, uninhibited, gums showing. Your favorite. He often puts on a cool and cold demeanor around strangers, but you know who he is. So in rare moments where he allows himself to genuinely laugh, even with palace staff around – you treasure it, tucking a memory of this moment.

“Let’s do something that’s actually fun. I’ll come get you later this evening.”

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

“Are you certain about this?” you ask Ricky, as he tucks the rest of your hair into your cloak. Underneath, both of you are sporting commoner clothes that you rarely use. 

“Unfortunately, I’m not taking no for an answer. Come on.” He grips your waist tightly and hoists you up the palace walls, the ones near the staff entrance where it’s much, much shorter. And therefore, very climbable. Ricky follows after you, and you’re both giggling at the excitement of sneaking out past curfew. 

The stars are littered throughout the sky, acting as a soft source of light. You mount your horses, and ride towards the central area of Astoria. The night market at the town square feels so alive. There’s a weekend festival that the tavern owners like to host, and you hear old men as they clink their mugs and cheer for the free drinks. Children are still up, enjoying the Astoria delicacies being sold by vendors. At the center, near the fountain, a traditional square dance ensues. It’s mostly old couples and young teenagers. Ricky drags you in, and you’re both welcomed into the chaos of music, laughter, and sweaty bodies. As he dances with an old lady, you can’t help but stare at his beauty that surely rivals your own. He’s holding both her hands, encouraging her to go along with the beat. He’s smiling wide, as he teaches her the steps. That damn smile that you love so much. 

You’re walking down the food vendor lanes when you buy Ricky an Astorian strawberry delicacy. To put it simply, cow’s milk that’s been pasteurized with strawberries. “Try this, you’ll like it.” you excitedly bring the cup to his mouth, and he takes a sip. He says it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

You try a lot of new things. There’s a sketch artist that offers to draw the ‘lovely couple’ in charcoal, and you both pose on the chair attempting to keep your laughs at a minimum. He buys you a little doll made by a local toymaker, saying it looked like you when you were younger. Both of you even try winning a game of hopscotch against the children. He doesn’t want to, but when you tell him to lose on purpose to make them happy, he obliges.

You’re walking back where you came from when you tell him “your idea of fun is certainly better than mine.” You slow your steps, and decide to go to the railing of the bridge overlooking the lake. There are fireflies dancing around the swans. 

“Thank you. For taking me out of the palace today”. Your hands are glued to the railing, but you’re looking up at him. Ricky’s gaze is heart-stopping, and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

Meanwhile, he thinks that you shine the brightest at nights, with the moon illuminating your face – like you’re the only thing that matters. To him, it holds true.  He doesn’t know if it’s because he missed you, or if it’s purely from the way you’re looking at him. But he places his hand atop yours on the railing. You don’t move, not because you’re frozen, or nervous, but because it feels – natural. You look to his hand, safely enclosing yours when you notice the necklace you’ve given him, now repurposed as a bracelet that he’s wrapped thrice around his wrist. “You kept it…” 

“I treasure it as it’s from you.” And there’s an increased fondness that grows in your heart for the boy that loves you. You regret the words that you uttered to him when you gave it to him. 

“Ricky, I take back what I said.” He looks confused, “about you not needing to wait for me. I take it back. You’ll keep waiting, right?” You look up at him, desperate and glassy eyed. Ricky thinks your eyes look like they’re sparkling, but he knows it’s because you’re on the verge of tears. 

“I didn’t plan on stopping anyways.” To assure you the only way he knows how, he moves your hands from the railing to wrap it around his shoulders. As if letting you know that it’s okay to rely on him. Then, he inches down closer to you, so that your noses touch. Your lips are merely milimeters away. He searches your eyes, and asks “may I?”

You give a tiny nod, and he places his lips on yours. It’s not as gentle, it’s unlike what you’re used to. But you find it exciting, and there’s an electricity that you’ve never felt before. He swipes his tongue against your lower lip, and you slightly open your mouth to let him kiss you more fervently. Your stomach drops and you hold on to him tighter. You’re both out of breath.

And as you stand there at the bridge overlooking the lake of fireflies, you feel that you’re just Y/N and Ricky. Two people, no titles. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

It’s a rude awakening, to get yelled at by your mother for disappearing into the night. Work piled up over the last few days, and you’re struggling to catch up. Prince Quanrui sends you little letters or drawings that he slips under your study. Cute, you think. You start to feel terrible that you haven’t been seeing much of him anymore, so you invite him to join you in your royal duties. 

You’re in the middle of studying the star patterns, something you did weekly as a requirement in your crown princess education. Previously, you did this as a hobby. It's a sudden whiplash to start viewing your favorite activity as duty. It’s burdensome.

Ricky is surprisingly very willing and interested to participate. He’s quick to be useful, though you’ve only taught him once at thirteen years old. He seems to have taken notice of your change in demeanor though, he knows something is troubling you. So when it’s just the two of you, he asks “I’ll speak candidly, Y/N. Is something wrong?”

He’s standing by the telescope when you retract yourself from the eyepiece. You look at him, and he seems genuinely worried. His brows are furrowed, and he’s slightly biting his lip anxiously waiting for an answer from you. Ricky is never nervous. But nowadays, you have been the exception. Ricky fears you're actively avoiding him, thinking he’s scared you with a confession of love, or if he’s come on too strong since he’s arrived at Astoria. Maybe it was the kiss you shared. Or perhaps you’re still in love with Hao. 

“Can I tell you when I’m ready, is that okay? It’s not anything you did, I promise.” It’s like you read his mind. So he nods, and decides to patiently wait until you are ready to confide in him. To wait, just like you asked him to. 

This time, you’re the one that steps closer towards him to rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around your back, and you feel safe. You don’t want to tell him anything just yet. You’d rather stay in his arms, an ignorant state of bliss.

Because you feel that if you tell him, you’ll speak it to existence, some sort of manifestation. It scares you. Because you might be Queen of Astoria, and Ricky is meant to be King of Solaria – thus, you aren’t free to love him either. The damn stars, even at a second chance of love, there is no hope for fruition. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

In Mariposa, things are more dreary. Hao smells like whiskey, and the alcohol’s scent follows him as he barges into the queen’s quarters. It’s been several months since Y/N left, meaning it’s been several months where the king spends his evenings drowning himself in liquor.  

The queen has been holed up in her room since she found Hao and her sister in the second floor library. She didn’t even say goodbye to her when she left, making up an excuse about pregnancy pains. It’s been a few months, and she’s since given birth to a daughter, Yeseo. 

Amidst motherly responsibilities, Knight Jiwoong has been a distraction for her. In Astoria, he swore under oath to protect her with his life. It helps that they’ve known each other forever, and that comfort of having someone know you equally, or maybe even more than yourself has been saving grace for her. So when the queen found her husband and her sister that night, the first thing she did was run to Jiwoong. She cried, and cried, and cried – and he silently listened. 

The palace talks, and word must have gotten around about the Queen’s secret rendezvous with the Astoria Knight that guards her door. When there is a change of the guards, Jiwoong makes sure to come back outside right before anyone catches them. Sometimes, his uniform is in disarray. 

It’s unsurprising, yet terrifying when Hao makes a beeline at the Knight who is currently standing by the Queen’s window. His hands are grasping at his armored collar, in an attempt to intimidate him. “How long have you been fucking the queen?”

“Hao! Let him go.” The queen rushes to the two men, and pushes the King away. Jiwoong is silent, and he kneels down before his King, but doesn’t respond. “I demand an answer, knight Kim Jiwoong. How long has this been going on behind my back!” his eyes are fueled with rage, as he stares down at the man that’s knelt before him. 

“Do not answer him Jiwoong.” The queen puts a finger up towards him. “Hao, if you want to play ‘timelines’ we can. So now I’ll ask you – how long have you been in love with my sister?”

This time, Hao is silenced, but he breathes heavily.

“Is this,” gesturing to you and Jiwoong “the reason why you were okay with all of that? Even asking me to dance with her. Were you pushing me towards her so that you could enjoy your little play thing? You knew this whole time?” Hao is visibly angry at the story that unfolds in his head. An angry King Hao, it’s a sight that is rare to even the oldest of staff in the castle. His chest is huffed out, and his eyes are wide. 

The queen, luckily, is not one to back down. “I know that you kissed my sister while you are still married to me.” The queen walks past Hao and takes a seat by the fireplace. She’s staring at the fire when she says  “I know that you do not love me. I know that ever since we’ve left Astoria you’ve been different.”

“Do not guilt trip me. I am devoted to you, I chose you!” he’s yelling. 

There’s venom in the queen’s voice when she says “you are devoted to me but you do not love me. You are devoted to the country, you are devoted to your children. And yes, you will choose me each time because I, as queen, am also Mariposa. But you do not love me.”

He walks up behind the chair of the queen, and accusingly he says “you speak of the children, but are they even mine? – Yujin & Yeseo, are they even Mariposa blood?” His anger blends into sorrow, the thought of not being the father of his supposed heirs is more heartbreaking than anything else. 

It is only then that the knight speaks. “Your Majesty, I am impotent. There is no doubt that the young heirs are Your Majesty’s”

And just like that, Knight Jiwoong’s secret is out. Hao pours two glasses of whiskey and takes a seat next to the queen. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- final chapter here

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A/N: these chapters just keep getting longer and longer also i'm sorry i made you impotent jiwoong TT

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[torchlitinthedesert]

1964: eyes of the storm

At the weekend I went to the Paul McCartney exhibition at London's National Portrait Gallery.

I'd seen some of the pictures, but I still wasn't prepared for just how fond it is. Tumblr is enchanted by Soft John, and yes, absolutely - but the whole exhibition has this warmth and freshness to it. I'm sure some of it's smart curation and hindsight, but the observation and attention and choice of subjects is so full of affection.

Some of the earliest shots are at a London gig. There are portraits of George's mum and dad, visiting their boy, looking alert and intelligent and bursting with pride. Because of course they are, and of course Paul took pictures of them.

It's late 1963, but the Finsbury Park Astoria looks stuck in the 1950s, all post-war austerity and support acts with towering teddy boy hair. Backstage looks cramped and freezing and dark: no wonder they went to the pub to try to do a photoshot. Then they go to Paris and the world opens up around them.

And Paul is so thrilled by it all. He's trying arty camera angles (some don't work). He's putting little crosses on his contact sheets, using a special pencil like he's seen the proper photographers do, because he's a complete nerd. And of course they were all arty nerds, trying out techniques and watching other artists (in whatever medium), getting excited and doing their art projects and trying to be cool.

Some are technically not-very-good photographs: Brian laughing right into the camera, George trying to waterski, both out of focus and both radiant with joy. Some are genuinely good portraits (Ringo particularly).

By the time they get to America, he's more confident and some of the on-the-hoof pics are striking: photographing the photographers, alarmed by armed police (with like. real guns. and ammunition. right there, on the other side of the car window, right there).

And so much people-watching. He watches them, and they watch back, looking up as the Beatle circus goes past. Airport workers with their hands over their ears because the screaming's so loud, or catching Paul's eye to mime playing the guitar. A lovely one of a railroad worker smiling back at him, another of a girl in a headscarf, absorbed in her own thoughts. One of their security falling asleep on the job (it's on a boat, they're probably fine). Mal, and Neil, and George Martin with Judy, and Cynthia. He's interested in people. He's amazed by sunlight. He's happy.

[the-unconquered-queen]

Why aren't the ID vampires just homeschooled? Or rather, "homeschooled"?

Let's not even go in-depth into the question of why the covens are consenting to the turning of teenagers, who, unlike adults, have a more fixed age range. I mean, someone like Astoria can probably pass for being anywhere from her 30s to her 50s, so she doesn't need to be refreshing her disguise as often, but vampires like Gabe and Cas? They're 18, but their appearance doesn't put them anywhere below 16ish and not much above their early 20s.

So then in what universe is that convenient, especially considering that we've seen the covens have about as many teen vampires as adult vampires?

How are they pulling that off if all of those teens are in high school with the human teens? Vampires fake their deaths to restart at some point, but that would mean that Crimson Beech sees kids dying in droves every few years. They'd have to be gone for a very long time, too, if teachers or other townies don't recognize them. Some teachers work at a single place for decades, teaching multiple generations of the same family.

Hell, realistically, Gabe and Cas should not be those two's first identities, since in several decades, they should've had to change many times. And they shouldn't still look exactly the way they looked back when they were human, which is how we saw them look in their respective flashbacks.

So then school. Every however many years, old-ass, teen-bodied vampires have to enroll and go through four years of classes, assignments, and tests when they've already passed those classes and graduated at some point? Why not just claim they're being homeschooled, which would solve the following issues:

Not have vampires wasting four consecutive years of their immortal lives sitting in classrooms to earn a diploma they've already earned many times over (seriously, no wonder Cas is an academic slacker)

It puts distance between them and the town, who, knowing them less, wouldn't know how old they are and not be able to do the math for their ages when said math isn't mathing

It'd mean less chances for slip-ups that potentially jeopardize their secret

And hell, it even plays perfectly into the Venandis' whole schtick being wanting to be separate from humans, so at the very least, they should be.

Obviously, I get that we need them to not be so that there can be a story, it's just that in-universe it kind of works against the vampires and their secrecy.

[hollowwrites]

Crossed Wands Headcanon

I like to think Crossed wands isn’t that exclusive Lucan is just really strict and kicks people out a lot. I also had so much fun writing Crossed wands stuff in my Ominis x MC fic wanted to explore what other students fighting style would be.

~

Ominis, Sebastian, Leander, Garreth, Natty, Imelda, Poppy, Anne, Lucan

~

Ominis

He tried out because Sebastian begged him.

The most graceful duellist you would ever lay your eyes on.

Never misses. Never loses. IF you are lucky and get even a single hit on him, he goes FERAL. He is a naturally talented wizard due to his Slytherin blood so he will OBLITERATE anyone who tries it.

Is the only known ‘member’ other than MC to have beaten Sebastian.

Didn’t join officially because he didn’t want people to assume Gaunts are savages

Only returned to Crossed wands once. And that was to spar against Duncan when he was invited to join.

Duncan forfeit…obviously…didn’t even make an attempt

Sebastian

Can get away with a LOT because he’s charming.

If be blasts you into a wall, it takes one conversation and you’re apologising for being in the way

One talk with Lucan and he’s laughing, all is forgiven

Lucan let’s him get away with some BS because they’re friends (and because Sebastian is the best and puts up a good show)

Did panic when you beat him DADA that his position in Crossed Wands would be compromised

HUGE relief when you decide to partner with him instead of rivalling him

Leander

Has a weakness to crowd control spells

Doesn’t know why just can’t seem to repel them

Is surprisingly good at getting out of them though, probably from practise

Froze him? He’s out of it in seconds before you can cast your next spell. Floating? Doesn’t even care. He’s either casting whilst floating or he’s on the floor before it matters

Is usually how he gets a hit in from people underestimating him

Isn’t as bad as people make out. He’s just a bit of an idiot. Think Neville vibes

Garreth

Is a Pureblood wizard so very talented after being exposed to magic his whole life

Fighting isn’t his thing, gets really bored in match’s and just starts levitating people and doing nothing about it. Just let’s them float and laughs.

LOVES FLIPPENDO

Got REALLY bored and started tossing potions around. Giggled like a mad man when the fireworks display of potion carnage enveloped the stage. Received a warning for it

Was permanently banned after he downed a Maxima and Focus potion before a duel with Sebastian. Almost beat him. They only noticed he’d took the potions cause he was violently shaking afterwards. Sebastian found it hilarious.

Natty

Almost as graceful as Ominis…almost

No one bothers using Expelliamus as everyone knows she can cast without a wand

Terrifying to go up against

She smiles sweetly the entire time, laughing sometimes

Will call you pet names

Everyone thinks she’s being snide but she’s genuinely just happy

Happy to lose, Happy to win, Happy to draw

Utterly terrifying

Imelda

Literally could not care less about Crossed Wands.

Tries out in fifth because quidditch got cancelled and she had a gap in her routine

Tries to use her broom in combat, finding it easier to cast from it and gain the upper hand

Receives a warning for doing so

Teaches Lucan some new cuss words after shouting at him for giving him a warning

Lucan is now in love with her

Poppy

Oh it’s just Perculiar Poppy, she’ll do no harm right?

Wrong! She was raised by poachers being cruel has been bred into her

Got banned after she hung Astoria Crickett by her hair for fifteen minutes

Screamed the entire time about how it’s not nice when it’s happening to you and calling her a Kneazle

It took Sebastian, MC and Natty to drag her away

Anne

Would assume she’d be similar to Sebastian

If it’s even possible, she has less patience

Her and Sebastian are total opposites when it comes to duelling

She’s more similar to Garreth (this is why I ship them)

Is a bit more fond of potions than wand work. Never really took to it.

Gave up and agreed to watch Sebastian from the sidelines with Ominis

Lucan

“Me duel? No no no, I’m a showman. I appreciate the craft. I could duel…but I won’t”

Everyone mothers him.

If he does ever spar, the person on the receiving end always feels bad for whatever they do to him. Giving him a big hug afterwards.

MC once blasted him into a barrel

He thought it was fantastic

MC hugs him and refuses to let go until it’s their next duel

Masterlist

[t1oui]

the first room draco malfoy sleeps in after inheriting malfoy manor is the one he shares with astoria.

it's further from scorpius's room than he likes, but it's the biggest and has the nicest windows, and they make do. it's the room with the big walk-in closet and the window seat where astoria spends hours reading, both to herself and out loud for her family.

it's the room where draco finds his wife and son playing board games - both magical and muggle - together at the end of the day. he doesn't know much about the muggle things, and neither does astoria, but it's always fun to figure them out.

this room is the one with the big king-sized bed that holds all three malfoys on nights when scorpius has bad dreams, or even those where he simply wanted more time with his parents.

it's the room that draco takes for granted.

the second room, the one he moves to after astoria's death, is across the hall from his son. it's small and cramped, previously more of a closet than a bedroom. it's a perfect place for a broken heart.

the bed is smaller, a queen, but it still fits scorpius on the nights when they need to have a cry together. the wardrobe in the corner is tiny, but draco's clothes never took up much space anyway. the floor doesn't have enough space for draco and scorpius to stretch out on the infrequent nights scorpius pokes his head in with a chess board, so instead of games, all the room sees is tears. that's okay, draco thinks. he deserves it.

beginning in their eighth year, blaise and pansy had some sort of friends with benefits arrangement. draco never truly understood it, nor did he try to, but the whole thing came crashing down when scorpius was ten and pansy arrived at the manor in a state after finding out she was pregnant.

leilani grows up alongside scorpius, a younger sister of sorts who adores her "older brother" more than anything. pansy and blaise are both busy with work at the ministry, but pansy - a journalist - has far less structure than office worker blaise, which leaves him as the one to bring leliani over the most often.

draco can't pinpoint the moment their friendship turns into something more. he can only remember not feeling anything other than joy the first time they kissed, underneath a mistletoe during scorpius's seventh year. he can also remember pansy storming into the room right after and yelling "i knew it" before tackling them into a hug.

the third and final bedroom draco sleeps in is the one with blaise in it. it's just next door to his first room, where his first bed is collecting dust as it has been since astoria's final night in it. this room is slightly smaller, and its closet took a bit of charming to fit all of their clothes, but it feels perfect. not better than his room with astoria, not worse, just different. draco wouldn't want it any other way.

leilani gets the room across the hall, which is huge - almost bigger than scorpius's - and very fancy and perfect for spoiling her in. scorpius is twenty by the time there's a new ring on draco's left hand, and he drags albus potter all around his childhood home by one hand while a ten-year-old leilani takes hold of the other.

"i bet she's a gryffindor," draco whisper-shouts as he stands between blaise and pansy to watch. pansy gags.

"she was raised by three slytherins," pansy says. "there's no way, right?"

"scorp was a ravenclaw," blaise points out.

a year later, two weeks after scorpius's wedding and the night of leilani's first day at hogwarts, they get their answer.

"they have always been close," pansy says with a frown.

"i told you so," blaise replies, grinning as he pulls draco in with one arm and pansy in with the other.

the bed in draco and blaise's room is still a queen, the same size as the one in draco's second bedroom, but it fits three adults just fine.

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

Hey Kids—Reading is Fun!

Dear Readers,

Your mods (@femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18) are beside themselves with how many of you have participated in Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour this year.

From full novel-length fics to poetry, from microfics to multi-chaptered works and everything in between, we've been blown away—enchanted, even—by this year's submissions. This fest started as a labor of love for both of us as avid Swifties and HP fic authors and we couldn't have imagined in our wildest dreams the way you've embraced it with open arms.

With that said, we're pleased to offer the below list of this year's love stories. Due to tumblr restrictions on tagging, we weren't able to tag all of the individual author tumblr accounts (something something look what you made us do something something) so we've tried to link to ao3 as much as possible, but if you like a fic—check out that author's ao3! We've tried to connect you as directly to the mainstream of what each author writes in that respect, so if you happen to find a new fave, you can show them more love on the rest of their works!

To make a long story short, the majority of these works can be found in the Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour collection on ao3—with a catalogue of over 100 works, there's something for everybody, and we hope you'll take a peek at this year's truly incredible works.

We've had the time of our life fighting dragons with you, but sometimes, you know in your soul when it's time to go.

Thanks for making this cruel summer another one for the books.

Until Next Time,

Your Mods (Grey and Andie)

Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour

(all fics are followed by the character, relationship, or pairing that each work focused on. for the purposes of our list, both "x" and "/" indicate some level of romantic relationship, while "&" entails a platonic or otherwise friendly one)

Era One (Debut/Midnights)

Stay Beautiful (Regulus x James)

Sweet Nothing (Ted Tonks x Andromeda Black)

Midnight Rain (Sirius x Remus)

A Perfectly Good Heart (Harry/Fred/George)

Bigger Than the Whole Sky (Lavender x Pansy)

Anti-Hero (Sirius x Remus)

Tim McGraw (James x Lily)

Invisible  (Harry x Ginny)

Should've Said No (Ron x Hermione)

Dear Reader (Draco x Astoria, Part 1 of 6)

Glitch (Bellatrix Black x Voldemort)

The Outside (Ron x Hermione)

Bejeweled (Ron x Hermione)

Maroon  (Ron x Hermione)

Teardrops on My Guitar (Ron x Hermione)

Mastermind (Ron x Hermione)

Era Two (1989/Evermore)

Wonderland (Snape x Trelawney)

Dorothea (Sirius x Remus)

New Romantics (Regulus x Lily)

You Are In Love (James x Lily)

Wildest Dreams (Sirius x James)

Long Story Short (Draco x Harry)

This Love  (Pandora x Lily)

All You Had to Do Was Stay (Hermione x Pansy)

Shake It Off (Draco x Harry)

I Wish You Would (James x Lily)

Blank Space   (Ron x Hermione)

I Know Places (Draco x Hermione)

Gold Rush (Ron x Hermione)

Welcome to New York  (Sirius x Remus)

Style (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Happiness (Narcissa Black x Emmeline Vance)

Tis the Damn Season (Harry x Bill Weasley)

It's Time to Go (Teddy x Victoire)

Cowboy Like Me (Astoria x Hermione)

Champagne Problems (Draco x Astoria, Part 2 of 6)

Era Three (Red/Lover)

The Moment I Knew (Ron x Hermione)

You Need to Calm Down  (Draco x Harry)

Sad Beautiful Tragic  (Draco x Astoria)

Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) (Ron x Hermione)

All of the Girls You Loved Before (Sirius x Remus)

State of Grace (James x Lily)

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince Draco x Astoria, Part 3 of 6)

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Harry x Tom Riddle) 

The Last Time (ft. Gary Lightbody) (Ron x Hermione)

All Too Well (Ron x Hermione)

The Archer  (Pandora Lovegood x Lily Evans)

Babe  (Ron x Hermione)

Run (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Narcissa x Lily)

Cornelia Street (Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood)

Everything Has Changed (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Sirius x Remus)

The Very First Night (Ron x Hermione)

Girl at Home (Alecto Carrow x Narcissa Black)

Forever Winter (Draco x Astoria)

Afterglow (Ron x Hermione)

Holy Ground (Romione)

Stay Stay Stay (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

False God (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Era Four (Fearless/Reputation)

Come in With the Rain (Ginny & Hermione)

Look What You Made Me Do (Ron x Hermione)

That's When (ft. Keith Urban) (James x Lily)

Fifteen (James x Lily)

Tell Me Why (Harry x Charlie Weasley)

The Best Day (Percy x Oliver Wood)

Call It What You Want (Ron x Hermione)

You Belong With Me (Ron x Hermione)

Untouchable (Narcissa x Lily)

Change (Ron x Hermione)

Superstar (Draco x Hermione)

Forever and Always (Piano Version) (Draco x Astoria)

King of My Heart (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (James x Lily)

Fearless (Ron x Hermione)

The Way I Loved You (James x Lily)

Gorgeous (Ron x Hermione)

Bye Bye Baby (Ron x Hermione)

White Horse  (James x Lily) 

…Ready for It? (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

Don’t You (Ron x Hermione)

I Did Something Bad (Draco x Astoria, Part 4 of 6)

The Other Side of the Door (Sirius x Remus)

Era Five (Speak Now/Folklore)

Haunted (Bellatrix x Lily)

Enchanted (Ron x Hermione)

Innocent (Draco & Narcissa Malfoy) 

Back to December (Ron x Hermione)

The 1 (Ron x Hermione)

Exile (ft Bon Iver) (Ron x Hermione)

Mad Woman (Draco x Harry)

Invisible String (Sirius x Remus)

Cardigan (Ron x Hermione)

Epiphany (Padma Patil x Theodore Nott)

Mirrorball (Draco x Harry)

Mine (Harry/Fred/George)

Mean (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Me Trying (Marcus Flint x Percy Weasley)

Timeless (Ron x Hermione)

My Tears Ricochet (Ron x Hermione)

Seven (Sirius x Remus)

I Can See You (Sirius x Remus)

Foolish One (Angelina Johnson x George Weasley)

[slytherin-girly]

You belong with Me/ A Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: u choose

A/n: reference to Taylor Swifts, "You belong with me" song

You can send me requests that have to do with a song if you didn't know :)

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{3rd person pov}

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's going off about something that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

Y/n was finishing up a drawing somewhere where she was away from people when she heard to people arguing.

"Draco! How could you say that to her!" Astoria hissed at her boyfriend Draco.

"Does it matter that much to you! Merlin" Draco groaned.

"Yes! I am your girlfriend last time I recalled!" She hissed again.

"Take a joke Astoria" Draco said walking away.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do

Draco and Y/n have been best friends since babies. They were raised together. But then Astoria came in the picture. Always complaining that her life is so hard, and that Draco's life is easy. She'll never know Draco's story like Y/n does. That's for sure.

Y/n was in her room listening to her type of music the complete opposite of whatever dear Astoria Greengrass had liked.

But she wears short skirts

I wear T-shirts

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Y/n was once again walking to class and there was Astoria, wearing her short short skirts. Y/n sighed looking down. All she was wearing was a baggy-ish t-shirt and some black leggings with her Y/h/c robes.

Y/n had always secretly wished that she was Astoria. She had always liked Draco until she came into the picture. She just wished that Draco would at least have taken some interest in her.

Astoria took Draco for granted that's a given. She treated him more like a house-elf instead of her boyfriend.

Y/n however always thought that if he was her boyfriend he wouldn't be treated like a house-elf. Never.

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

You belong with me

Astoria went back to her dorm and so did Y/n. She went to her bathroom and locked the door.

All she needed right now was a hot bath.

She sat there thinking. Why was he with her in the first place? She's a bloody git. Doesn't even understand him. Heck no one does, except me. Not even his own father for heavens sake.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself

Hey, isn't this easy?

Y/n had decided to go up to the astronomy tower and maybe try and catch some peace there.

She saw Draco was already there sitting, admiring the moon and stars.

"Hey Draco." I said sitting down beside him.

"Oh hey Y/n, didnt think you'd be up here"

"I thought the same thing"

Soon they were telling jokes to each other and laughing at others antics in class.

And you've got a smile

That can light up this whole town

I haven't seen it in a while

Since she brought you down

You say you're fine, I know you better than that

Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

It was one of the first times in ages that Y/n had seen Draco smile. His smile was adorable. Y/n found herself wishing to be the person to make him smile every day. That smile could light up Y/n's whole day.

Their laughter died down, and Y/n asked a question. "Sooo how are things with you and Astoria?"

"Oh- erm- fine" He coughed afterward.

Y/n always thought what he would be doing with a terrorizing git. Heck she thought Pansy Parkinson was better, and Pansy is a nightmare.

She wears high heels

I wear sneakers

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

There she was again wearing her new heels. Y/n had felt like trash compared to her. Y/n just had on a pair of normal sneakers that costed no more than 30 dollars in the muggle world.

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

{Flashback}

It had been raining one night and Y/n had decided to go to Draco's.

When she got there she through little rocks and pebbles at his window.

Once he saw Y/n, he quickly came downstairs and let her in.

"What are you doing here Y/n!" Draco hissed, "c'mon let's get you dried up, dont want you to get sick now do we"

{End of flashback}

Oh, I remember you driving to my house

In the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're 'bout to cry

And I know your favorite songs

And you tell me 'bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it's with me

Can't you see that I'm the one

Who understands you?

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

It had been official. Draco and Astoria had broken up only about a month ago. Y/n gave him his time. But she was secretly overjoyed. He had broken it off with her one night in common room saying that he was in love with someone else.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me?

You belong with me

Draco and Y/n were up at the astronomy tower once again.

"Y/n, you know why I broke it off with Astoria right?"

She hummed I response.

"Well- you see- that person I was, no am in love with is well- uhm- you Y/n." He stammered out.

"Really?" Y/n questioned.

"Really Y/n. You belong with me." Draco said.

"Forever and always?" Said Y/n.

"Forever and always."

[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Nineteen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

a/n: sorry for the wait guys. its a long one so get a cup of tea x

warnings: swearing, angst, description of harm

wc: 4503

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Chapter Nineteen: It's a Purebloods World

As Draco approaches the doors to the Great Hall, he can feel his stomach swirling. McGonagall's unexpected arrival has given him much to think about, especially when she asked, where did it lead you, exactly?

When the entrance to the hall came into view, he saw Astoria just inside, leaning against the archway, the party slowing dying just beyond her. He feels sad at the sight of her, dressed to the nines, undeniably beautiful, and yet waiting for a man who wants anything but to marry her.

She certainly deserved better.

Her head snaps up as he approaches, as if she sensed him there, and her green eyes light up. He was expecting her to be angry, but she seemed anything but that.

"Draco," she says, rushing to his side, her hands lifting her gown off the floor, "is everything alright? You rushed off so suddenly. I didn't think you were coming back."

I didn't plan on, he thinks. How selfish of him.

"Sorry, 'Storia," he mumbles, "there was something I had to do."

"Is she okay?"

Draco furrows his brow at that question, utterly confused as to why she would ask such a thing. Was it that obvious he was running after you?

"W-what do you mean?" he stumbles, and all Astoria does is smile weakly.

"Your friend," she says softly, "that's who you ran after, isn't it?"

Draco feels speechless. Astoria eyes him curiously, awaiting his answer. Perhaps part of her was wishing he would say no.

"She's fine," he eventually said, "I just went to see if she was upset."

"That's good, then," Astoria speaks quietly, looking down at her hands as if disappointed, "you missed most of the ball. It's almost over."

She then looks back over her shoulder, and students are leaving the hall, adults stumbling merrily out into the cold of the night. Draco feels yet another pang of guilt.

"I'm so sorry for spoiling your night, 'Storia," Draco says sincerely, "I honestly didn't mean to."

"Your heart called to you," she said, still looking back at the hall, "nothing more to it, really."

"Really, I am-"

"When I was little," she interrupted, returning her attention back to him, "I had a crush on a muggle boy who lived in our village." Draco was confused at the sudden change in subject, but allowed her to continue regardless, "and I was utterly besotted with him. Well, as besotted as you can be at eight years old," she chuckles sadly, "but nevertheless, I watched him play with his friends in the park just across the road from our house. I would always hear my parents talk about muggles, and how they were lesser than we were, but I just couldn't understand what they meant."

She took a moment to pause, and then wandered over to a stone bench by the wall and sat down. Draco followed suit, cautiously, and took the space beside her.

"I couldn't understand," she repeated softly, "when all I could see was someone so wonderful. His hair was a soft brown colour, and he always wore a green jumper. Maybe that's why I was drawn to him," she pauses once more, "then, one summer afternoon, I snuck out the back garden and followed the path to the park. We played all night long, and neither of us spoke of our origin, or our families. He just invited me to play, as if he had known me his whole life. This muggle, who my parents said were scum, despite living in the very same village as them, accepted me as one of his own."

Draco listened intently, not wanting to interrupt her reminiscing. He could vaguely see where the story was heading.

"The next morning, my mother found out where I had been," Astoria continued, but this time her voice was much more serious, "because the little boys mother had posted a note through our letterbox, inviting me over for dinner. She tore it up in front of me, and banished me to my room for three days. The house elf would push my meals through the gap under my door. Even to this day, I can remember how that felt."

"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asks quietly, but he knew the reason.

"Because that feeling has stuck with me my entire life," Astoria looked across at him, "so, Draco, I understand, to some degree, what you must be feeling... the pain, the anger, the questions of why. But, the truth is, that's just how things are. It's an unwritten rule: purebloods stick with purebloods."

"That shit again," Draco mutters frustratedly, and put his head in his hands, "we just fought a war and yet I'm still being pushed around by the same, stupid ideals."

"Once upon a time, you believed in those same ideals," says the pretty brunette, "you saw no reason to argue against it, did you not?"

"Things are different now."

"You may be, but our families are not," Astoria points out, and Draco heaves a heavy sigh, "our days of freedom were always numbered, Draco. At some point, we were going to be married off. To a pureblood."

"Why are you so okay with this?" Draco then bursts out, getting up from the bench, his face full of frustration, "after what you just told me, you're going to lie down and accept a marriage to appease someone else?"

Astoria laughs through her nose.

"Who said I was okay?" she said, "I have merely come to accept that my voice has no volume," she pauses briefly again, averting her gaze from him, "I'm also aware that your mother is keen to have us marry. My mother wrote to me about a meeting between them recently."

"Great," Draco huffs, pacing with his hands on his hips.

"I understand that is not ideal for you," she says, a hint of sadness in her tone, "I only wish for you to accept it. I have no doubt your mother is the reason you asked me to the ball tonight. Back when we went for lunch that afternoon, I already knew you had fallen for that Ravenclaw girl. I could see it in your face. I didn't expect you to change your feelings from one simple luncheon, and I still don't."

Draco has no words. He's simply run out of things to say, because his voice, too, has no volume. No meaning. No worth. Solemnly he takes the spot beside her once more.

"Did you know then," Draco asks, his voice empty, "about my mother's wishes?"

"I had an inkling," she sighs, "why else would she arrange a lunch for us both. Like I said back then, I was surprised when you agreed... given the circumstance." Her voice trails off at the end, as if she had become caught in her thoughts, "I didn't mention anything to you because I was only picking at straws then... plus, I felt you deserved some more time... to be ignorant."

There was a stale silence.

"And what about your feelings?" Draco says, "sounds like you've been busy worrying about mine."

"That doesn't matter." Astoria says shortly.

"You deserve better than this, Astoria," he then says, in all serious, "you shouldn't have to settle. You deserve to marry a man who loves you."

"That was never an option for me," she said sternly, "you are not a stranger to how these marriages work, and yet you still fight. Why, Draco? We have no cards left to be dealt."

"I can't give you what you want."

"I'm not asking for anything," she turns her whole body to him, and their eyes lock. She really is beautiful... if only he could make himself love her, "all I wish is that you find it in your heart to accept this partnership, because our parents have decided. It's set in stone."

Draco narrows his eyes at the girl before him.

"Do you know something, Astoria?" he queries, and she visibly gulps, "because if you do, I would very much appreciate you sharing it."

She falters. She did know something. Draco suspects she's known a lot more than him this entire time. Astoria shuffles uncomfortably in her seat.

"My mother's letter didn't just speak about the desire for our marriage," she goes on to say, and Draco's eyes are glued to her, "our parents are arranging a dinner, a few days before the end of the school year. A sort of... engagement party."

"A what?" Draco yet again rises from his seat, his voice echoing down the corridor.

"Your mother should be writing you soon," Astoria explains, refusing to meet the fury in his eyes, "I can only assume they expect you to propose on that day."

"This is fucking ridiculous," Draco spits, pacing once more before her, "I can't seriously believe they're plotting behind our backs. Well, at least behind my back. What a fucking joke."

"It's final, Draco-"

"Fuck this," he yells, and throws his fists against the stone wall. Astoria rises quickly, but holds back, not wanting to get in between his rage, "this is such bullshit," Draco slumps against the wall, holding his fist in his other hand. Clearly, he had damaged it somehow. It was silent yet again, the air thick. He was defeated, it would seem. Astoria eyes him carefully, noticing how his shoulders slump. Draco was out of options.

"I've got nowhere left to run, have I?" he mutters helplessly, his voice almost cracking. Astoria moves across the space, and gently takes the hand that had collided with the wall in hers. She soothingly runs a thumb across the visible gashes on his knuckles. He allows her to have this moment of calmness.

"I'm sorry."

"Please, don't be," he says softly, and their eyes meet once more, but this time hers are lined with tears, "we're both in this mess, right? It's not just about me."

"There's a difference, though," she whispers sadly, "I'd be happy to marry you."

"Don't say that," Draco breathes, shaking his head lightly, "I feel terrible enough as it is."

"I mean it," she then lets go of his hand, "I don't expect you to feel the same, and I surely don't expect you to stop loving that girl, but if you can, please try and accept me. That's all I ask."

"Astoria-"

"There isn't much more to say," she turns away from him, as if to leave, "we will no doubt see one another soon. Please, take care of yourself, Draco."

He has no fight left in him. She floats down the corridor towards two girls that had emerged around the corner, no doubt in search of Astoria. Draco remains slumped against the wall, his knuckles throbbing.

"It was Astoria."

Hermione words has swirled in your head ever since she had spoken them. She went on to explain what Edward had told her.

"Astoria approached him, out of the blue," Hermione had said, "somehow she heard that he was thinking of asking you to the ball, so she told him about the dress. Even though it's strange, I don't believe it was done with bad intentions... I think she was trying to help you."

Help you? In what way, exactly. The thought kept you awake most of the night, that and the fact Edward was so kind to you once you had finally returned to him. You sat him down and explained that it wasn't him, he was a lovely boy, you just weren't in the right headspace, and then apologised profusely for leaving him on the dancefloor. He said he understood, and that he had an inkling you may have eyes for someone else. That only made you feel worse. After bidding him a goodnight, he kissed your knuckles and said, "If you ever change your mind, I promise to take good care of you."

And then he retreated to his dorm room.

You weren't sure if him shouting at you would have somehow felt better. The fact that he just accepted it made you feel like the world's most terrible person. For a moment, when Hermione said that Astoria was mixed up in all of this, you thought she might have orchestrated the whole thing, but Edward was genuine. He really did like you.

Which was a shame, really, because you were hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy, who you were partly dreading seeing again because you knew he'd bring up the kiss, and you weren't entirely sure what to say. You wanted to tell him that it was magical, and that it's only made you love him more, but the reality of it was that it only made things more complicated. As the bright morning sun woke you from your troublesome slumber, you figure you may have slept a grand total of two hours, if that. Groggily, you push yourself up, to see everyone had already left to make the most of the sun.

You wash last night off your skin. Wash his kisses from your face. Really, you had no energy to see people today, but if Draco was looking to talk, you thought it was better to get it over with. Your head was so fuzzy, full of suppressed feelings and a million things you can't say. If he wanted to talk, it was time to get it all off your chest. After pulling on the first thing you came across, you headed down to the common room, where a voice called out to you.

"Y/N," calls Emilie as you pass her, a fellow Ravenclaw student and sixth year, "there's a Slytherin student waiting outside for you. Not sure what she wants. Been out there since breakfast."

She?

"Oh," you sound, still half asleep, your brain not registering who your visitor may be, "uh, thanks, Emilie. I'll go see to it."

Heading for the stairs, you descend the tower to be met with the big oak doors that lead to the rest of the castle. With a light push, they open, to reveal the last person you would imagine standing outside the common room, waiting for you. You almost rubbed at your eyes to make sure you weren't stuck in some twisted dream. Then she spoke, which only confirmed that this was indeed real.

"About time you showed. I think we need to talk."

Astoria stood there, looking like a million Galleons in her everyday clothes. She really must have been there since breakfast, because she looked rather impatient.

"Talk?" you raise an eyebrow, "if this is about Draco-"

"It's not," she cut you off, "well, partly it is. I just think we need to get some clarity."

You don't refuse her, instead you both walk to a more secluded area to speak in private, without gawking eyes wondering what you were doing together. She walked before you, her long, silky brown hair gently swaying as she went. There was a green ribbon keeping it in a neat ponytail, her clothes freshly pressed as if they were straight off the hanger. Astoria stopped before an unused classroom, checked both ways, and then ushered you inside. You followed. As soon as you shut the door behind you, an uncomfortable atmosphere fell over the damp-smelling room.

"I'm not entirely sure how much Draco has told you," she begins, walking to the other side of the room, not facing you. She stops at the window, looking out, "but there is something I think you should know.”

Intrigued and also worried, you walk halfway across the room, swipe your hand across the surface of a dusty desk and perch on it. Astoria was still facing the other way.

"Its you, isn't it?" you then say, and she doesn't respond, "you're the one he'll end up with."

"So, you know that much?"

"It's rather obvious," you say shortly, "his mother arranges lunches, you ask him out for drinks, he asks you to the dance, kind of self explanatory, wouldn't you say?"

Astoria keeps her eyes trained on the outside world. Her voice is bitter.

"I'm not here to argue with you," she says curtly, "we both want the same thing, don't we? We both want Draco to be happy."

Your stomach swirls at the mention of his name on her lips. It almost sounds foreign coming from her, like it doesn't belong on her tongue. You feel a little angry that she is implying her goal is Draco's happiness, because if she is anything like the other purebloods he's told you about, that isn't even on her agenda.

"You care about his happiness?" you almost scoff, "if that's true, then you wouldn't be so compliant about all of this. Or do you ignore his feelings too?"

Astoria spins on her heel, a look of thunder in her face.

"I do care about his feelings, that's why I'm here, talking to you," she takes a deep breath in, and then exhales, calming herself, "you understand what is expected of him, don't you? No matter what your relationship is, he will inevitably go with his parents wishes. That's just what purebloods do."

"Let me guess, I wouldn't know, because I'm half-blood, right?" you narrow your eyes at her, "do you want to know what I think? I think you purebloods care more about your reputation than those closest to you. Draco is in turmoil. He's being forced down a path he hasn't chosen, being pushed into a courtship he didn't ask for, and now you're, what, going to tell me to stay away from him?"

"Exactly," she says, "I'm not a cruel person, Y/N. I understand that this is affecting you just as much, and I'm sorry that you have to go through this, I really am," her voice is sharp, but the look in her eyes is genuine. You feel a stab of pain right through your chest, "but Draco's life is different to yours, there are things he must do, and his love for you is keeping him from doing them," her voice wobbles slightly at the latter part, "can't you see? Keeping this up is only making it harder for him... if you care for him like you say you do, then please... not for me, but for him... call it off. Please."

Call it off. You weren't even together. One kiss in the ladies toilet is all you had to claim.

"Draco and I aren't seeing each other," you then mutter, swallowing the lump in your throat. You couldn't help but notice how she perked up slightly at that, "so, there isn't anything to call off.  I'm not entirely sure why I'm telling you this, but we've been trying to keep our distance, for a long time. Draco knows the repercussions, believe me. He's not stupid. But I can't stop caring about him, that just isn't doable I'm afraid. I made a promise to always be there for him. I won't break it."

"You must," she paces forwards. Now she's closer, you can see the tears lining her eyes, "if his parents ever found out about this, he'd be punished, and who's to say you'd be in the clear? Purebloods are ruthless, Y/N. I'm only trying to help you... you can find someone else, you're smart, pretty," she starts to sound desperate, and you feel slightly sorry for her, "I know it isn't my place, but I care about him... I know the shunning he'll face.... please, Y/N. I'm begging you, because I know he won't. He'll keep fighting if you do."

Tears start to sting the corners of your eyes. You fight the urge to break down, because showing her your weak side was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Astoria," you breathe, "I know why you're doing this, I really do, but it's not that easy."

"Don't you think I know that?" she says bitterly, "I know what it feels like to be shunned for not following the protocol. I don't want that for him," she wipes her eye on the sleeve of her jumper, "besides, you already have other boys that like you."

She looks back out of the window, as if she didn't want to face you. Her words lit a fiery feeling in your chest.

"You mean Edward Chambers, by any chance?" you hop down from the desk and storm over to her, "I hear it was you who told him about the dress I liked. Care sharing how that came about?"

For a moment she doesn't respond, but then her voice, much smaller and weaker, spoke.

"Please don't think I was interfering," she almost whispers, "I overheard some Ravenclaw girls in the bathroom. One of them was crying about Edward turning them down, and then I heard one of them mutter your name and how he never stops looking at you. So, I just thought if you had attention off another boy, then you would-"

"Forget about Draco?" you finish her sentence, and when she turns to face you again, her tears are black with mascara, "because it didn't work, Astoria."

"I know," she sniffles, "it sounds terrible, but please believe me when I say that I was only trying to help you. Far too many people get hurt in these circumstances... I thought I had a chance to save you from it."

She looks a little tired, as if this has been playing on her mind. Her night was ruined last night too. She was left out on the dancefloor, just like Edward. She was right, too many people are getting hurt.

"I'm sorry last night was ruined, it as my fault," you say, leaning against a different desk, "he ran after me, after all. Not that I wanted him to... I'm not trying to make his life difficult."

"I understand," she whispers, "and I know he loves you, Y/N, I can see it in his eyes, but it's that same love that will be his downfall. I'm asking you as someone with the same interests in mind, that you be the one to put an end to this."

Your head is spinning. For some relief, you begin to massage your temples to try and think clearer. Astoria's words make your body feel both tingly and numb. Could he really be in love with you, as you are with him? Is this really all coming down to you?

"I need some time, Astoria," you finally say, "I can't hurt him. I won't. He means far too much to me, do you even know what you're asking of me here?"

"Of course I do," she said, her voice louder, "I'm not heartless, Y/N, I'm no stranger to the weight of what I'm saying here, but we don't have time for you to think. Draco has spent too much time ignoring the inevitable," Astoria huffs, clearly drained, "he'll be mad I've told you, but two months from now our families are holding a dinner, and they are expecting Draco to propose."

Your stomach drops to your feet. Two months. Near the end of the year. That's exam season. Are they serious? The fiery feeling in your chest erupts, and all the suppressed feelings you've been storing away begin to bubble; love, frustration, anger, sorrow. You stand up straight, ready to implode.

"Are they seriously putting that on him? During exams? Graduation?" you snap nastily, "where the fuck do you people get off?"

"This is our life, Y/N," Astoria shouts, "this is how we've been raised, Draco is no exception. In two months time we will be engaged, and before the end of the year, we'll be married. I cannot change that, you cannot change that, and the longer you are in the picture the harder this will be for him. I'm begging you, for the sake of his sanity, let him down gently."

"I love him," you blurt, the words falling out of your mouth like water. Astoria's eyes widen as if horror stricken, "I'm in love with him, and I cannot, will not hurt him, do you understand? The only people causing him grief is you and that pathetic excuse of a family," you breathe heavily, breathless from shouting, "if I'm to do this, I do it my way. Got it?"

Astoria's cheeks are stained with black mascara tears. She takes a moment, but nods stiffly at your terms. She seems too exhausted to fight with you.

"So, you agree to put a stop to your relationship?" she asks quietly, eyes on the floor. You try to swallow the ever forming lump in your throat, and then speak with the last bit of strength you have.

"Draco means everything to me," you mutter, defeated, cornered. Your little haven had been shattered, the delusional hope that something might change had been swallowed whole, and you were left in a dusty, damp room with the man you loves future wife. At this point your life feels like a tragic soap opera, "and I want him to be at peace, and if what you're telling me is the truth, then I guess we're out of options. Draco's too good to go against them, I've known that from the start," the two of you lock eyes once more, both filled with defeat, "I won't ever stop loving him. That's the one thing I will not do."

"I understand," she rushes out, "I know it's the same for him."

You nod, and then turn towards the door. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you want nothing more than to be out of that dingy room.

"I can't promise when I'll do it, but if it's the last thing I can do to help him, I guess I have no choice." You say, empty and lifeless.

"I appreciate it-"

"Don't," you cut her off, "I'm not doing it for you."

With that, you leave the Slytherin girl alone in the classroom, falling back against the door as you close it. You try to take some deep breaths, praying that you can make it back to your dorm without running into him.

As you walk alone, the castle feels different. It's as if the world is somehow much duller than before. The sun doesn't illuminate the giant tapestries, or shine on the marbled floor. The sound of students laughter makes you flinch. The world is a cruel mistress, and you had a front row seat. These corridors that you once ran through, on your way to see his handsome face waiting for you at the top of the highest tower, were now hollow, cold, and most of all, lonely.

If Astoria's words were true, then you really had no chance, did you? There was never a single ray of hope for the two of you. It was always going to end up this way, but it still feels too soon. You hadn't had enough time with him, you still craved for more. To think, you finally had the moment you'd been waiting for, aching for, and now it's being snatched from your hands like it was never yours to begin with. The one memory you'll have of expressing your feelings for him is overshadowed by Pansy Parkinson and the girls loo.

In that moment, you realised you've been living for borrowed time. Every second you spent with him was one second closer to him leaving. You may love Draco Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy was not his own person. He belonged to someone else.

It was a purebloods world, and you were simply living in it.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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