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theyellowroseofsodor · 1 year ago

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Hey there! Parent and Gordon fan here! Basically all you said is true except I’m not sure about the playground episode and that’s only because I barely remember it.

There’s also something that’s been missed here and that is that Gordon knew his siblings and it’s very obvious, although rarely mentioned, that Gordon is a prototype. It’s mentioned in many fanfics and theories on YouTube that Gordon was not truly meant to stick around. Where in one series by @tornadoyoungiron it’s written that The Flying Scotsman had a hand in saving Gordon’s life, there’s also a theory (I believe by UnluckyTug) that Gordon was sold to Sir Hatt because Gordon was unnecessary and The Fat Controller was desperate for a large engine but didn’t have the funds, so he got the reject/prototype: Gordon. Both, I find to be both valid theories and both really pull at the heartstrings.

But both theories have the commonality that Gordon knew his siblings and while he has the pride of a Gresley engine, he doesn’t have the emotional backing that a family would normally give. So, think of it kind of like Lucius and Draco Malloy except Lucius walked out and Draco only had the name to go off of amongst the rejection. Going with that we know Gordon knows his siblings and cares for them from the book series when it’s revealed his siblings have all been scrapped, save Flying Scotsman. He’s heartbroken, he’s so distraught that arrangements are made for his younger brother to be brought to him and they bond and spend time together. It hurt to see Flying Scotsman go but it also boosted him that not only was there a surviving sibling but a sibling that was happy to see him and loved him.

Of course later in the show we see how both The Flying Scotsman and Spencer tease Gordon often of his short comings but in real serious moments truly show a family bond and care. Why does it bother Gordon but not them? Easy! They live that competitive life. It cannot be coincidence that both mainland relatives, though both travel to Sodor, are both stinkpots some days but have a deep care for their relative regardless. That’s how their family must work, a lot of teasing but “hey, I’ve got your back”. Gordon didn’t grow up with that, at least not for the majority of his life and it bothers him. Not to compare sibling relationships to a marriage, but my husband and I because of two very different backgrounds have very different coping mechanisms. One of us has trauma and the other doesn’t. My husband is very teasing but also affectionate, I am not. I can’t handle it and it hurts, he’s working on changing those things and I also am working towards being a bit less sensitive. But it’s basically the same thing. Gordon came with trauma, but because he’s a Gresley engine and the first he puts up an emotional barrier that keeps him pompous, and over time those barriers broke either by him no longer being able to handle it or by him bringing the walls down himself.

But going to your questions from a parents point-of-view. Let’s say Gordon is a child and he’s very serious and he’s set in his ways and his a bit prideful. The Fat Controller, Sir Bertram Hat I, was known to be very tough on his engines but he also knew how childlike they could be. There are several examples of that in the book like the boys going on strike, Gordon and Thomas getting into trouble and then trying to do the whole “I think the other has learned their lesson and we’ll be real good” as well as examples from the show (which I know is another controller all together but really the same outcomes) like James being pouty and basically being grounded for a bad attitude, Thomas getting chastised for lying, Gordon for throwing a fit (on more than one occasion) and honestly they were handled fairly well. I say this because although the engines may have been young and doing things young children or adolescents do, they’re not human children but BIG ENGINES. People can and do get hurt, engines get hurt. If he wasn’t firm with them and they did goofy things like most youth do, the whole railway could’ve been shut down.

But we’re not talking about all the engines, we’re talking about Gordon specifically. Personally, I kind of have a Gordon like child. He’s well behaved, rarely gives me problems, he’s sweet and quiet and if he were ever to become explosive (I.g. Forever and Ever when Edward and Henry are banished moving) I’d probably initially react like Sir Topham Hatt which isn’t great, but to err is human. Here’s Gordon who’s usual problems are pride and racing, who’s throwing a temper tantrum because of change. Gordon who hasn’t had real change in decades. He’s freaking out because, despite how he might think it, his brothers are moving out and suddenly. He’s panicking! Not just one, but two! He’s frustrated, he’s scared, and things are out of his control. He has absolutely no say. As a parent, at first I would be upset at his reaction but then realizing what’s going on in his mind, it’s time for reassurance (which he got from Nia and not Sir Topham Hatt and I’m not the biggest BWBA fan but anyway).

Next we see the poor boy literally taking himself to the hospital because he’s all giggles and laughter. He has kept himself at such a high standard for so long that now that he’s fallen from that he’s thinking less of himself. I think this is where Sir Topham Hatt makes a good comeback from the Forever and Ever episode because he does tell Gordon it’s OK to laugh and giggle. It’s OK to be silly. Personally? I think that had to happen on Gordon’s time, not anyone else’s. Sure he was frightened but I think we can all agree that if younger Gordon from the original series was told that he’d mock them. Gordon’s grown enough at this point that he’s comfortable with it, as we see in the end where he says it felt good to giggle and he even chuckled a little despite the passenger getting after him.

In the end, Gordon has a lot on his shoulders and he’s been through a lot of hardship. He was basically abandoned by his original family, reunited with his younger brother who still cares for him but because of different “parenting styles” have trouble bonding, he’s set impossibly high standards that when he starts to fall short he beats himself up over, he’s prideful but it’s a mask to hide a lot of his own faults and shortcomings. He cares deeply for the others, even if he doesn’t always show it. He is a bit of a suck-up to Sir Hatt but can you blame him? He’s got daddy issues and he’s scared that if his usefulness wears thin he’s just going to be rehomed or scrapped like with what originally happened. Over time, he slowly comes out of his shell. We see with the CGI episodes he’s quicker to apologize, he’s more open about his struggles, and he’s even opened himself to laughter. He smiles more! It just took time, like all things.

I think what’s interesting is the book series is the only one that shows him growing older, accepting his time has come to retire from the express, and just enjoys lazy days. OK, I know AEG exists, I won’t accept it. It ruins everything canonically and is it’s own set universe that I refuse to acknowledge. ANYWAY, in the CGI series we see so much of Gordon’s growth. Honestly, my favorite episode will always be Henry Gets the Express because we see a pretty good example of a teenager getting parented. He didn’t do what he was told, he knew what he was supposed to do and got a little cocky, he learned real quick the world didn’t revolve around him but he was still loved and cared for. Sir Topham teased him a bit but tell me what parent wouldn’t have pulled that on their teenager that they know so well. He pouted, he didn’t finish his jobs (his homework/projects, if we’re going with the parenting symbolism), and he got grounded for it. He pulled himself back up and went to work.

Anyway, I have loved this deep dive and I honestly have so much more to say but I’ve written a novella and it’s late where I’m at. Gordon will forever be my favorite character and he has so much backstory for a children’s cartoon character that’s pretty deep. Honestly can never picture him as an old man but more as a young man that works with his adoptive family on the railway and just makes his way through the life he’s been given, which although started off very hard is turning into something beautiful.

Gordon the engine that grew up too soon

This is focusing on Gordon’s behavior and actions as well as some theories on the engines ages and how Gordon could possibly be one of the younger members of the Steam Team but do to his size others might assume he’s an older engine, also, that he is often labeled as the “senior” member of the group in merchandise and other media.

It’s not a reliable source, but according to the Wiki these are the built years of the Steam Team. (Oldest to youngest) Nia and Rebecca will be excluded as this is concerning the original team. Edward- 1896 James- 1912- 13 Toby- 1914 Thomas- 1915 Henry- 1919 Gordon- 1920- 21 Percy- Anywhere between 1925 and 1935 If this is correct than that makes Gordon, the second youngest member of the team and the youngest tender engine in the group.

This could cause some inner and outer conflicts as Gordon is placed in this position of responsibility, he might not have been ready for and as a result ends up with a big ego.

At the time he was built, Gordon was the newest and fastest engine of his line, so there was likely a lot of pressure he had to face to prove and keep up his worth. When Thomas, Percy, and a few other engines first arrived on Sodor other engines like Edward were put in charge to help mentor them. It makes one wonder if Gordon ever had a mentor and if he did was that engine any good? From Gordon’s attempts at trying to mentor Percy and Rebecca it would appear not, as with Percy, Gordon became more focused on impressing others and Rebecca had her own way of doing things. Could Gordon’s possible mentor have been a bad influence on the big engine?

It looks like narcissism can result from parentification due to “a child being forced to take on a parent’s idealized projection, which can encourage a compulsive perfectionism in the child at the expense of their natural development.” - healthline.com

Gordon’s showing off and boasting might be cries for attention and affection.

Gordon not liking the new engines because to him they are new challengers for the Fat Controller’s and others affection. The same could be applied to how Gordon is towards Thomas, as the little blue engine seems to get a lot of attention.

On top of this Gordon’s teasing of Edward for being too old might actually be out of disdain Gordon has for being viewed in the same manner. It is interesting to note that Gordon’s “dream” in “Calling All Engines” is about him being converted into a playground. Although this has happened to engines in real life, it is interesting that Gordon was chosen for this part.

According to dreamencyclopedia.net, playgrounds in dreams can mean a few things. *Expression of joy. *Exploring a need to connect more with this part of one’s nature. *Desire to escape from daily stresses. Need to be more carefree and explore one’s talent. If these meanings are correct, can this possibly mean that Gordon needs to find his “inner child”? or has a desire to escape from something that is causing him stress. If something is causing him stress, what is it? With BWBA Gordon seems to vastly teeter totter. With Rebecca Gordon seems to improve as he works well with her after his initial grumpiness fades away once they become friends and even sings along with her during Rebecca’s segment of meet the Steam Team. However, Gordon can do a 360 and display concerning behaviors like when Edward and Henry move out and he throws an engine version of a toddler tantrum, think its not okay for him to giggle, and his very colorful daydream sequences. Throughout its run TTTE has had several Sir Topham Hatts, but with Bertram Hatt I wonder what he did or say to give Gordon the impression that he would take Gordon’s express away and give him silly jobs for just giggling.

It is very concerning how Sir Bertram Topham Hatt is towards Gordon in BWBA. After Gordon’s tantrum and during his talk with Edward to try and convince him to move back to Tidmouth Sheds, Sir Topham Hatt catches up to Gordon and tells him this:

“You are usually one of my most sensible engines Gordon, but today you’re being very silly indeed”! -Sir Bertram Topham Hatt.

I’m not a parent, I can’t really speak on this so I’ll ask a question to any parent or guardian out there: Would you be concerned if your well- behaved child suddenly threw a tantrum?

I’m mentioning this to bring up that the way Gordon is viewed and treated might be the reason for some of his behaviors.

This isn’t meant to excuse Gordon’s behavior and actions, but rather explain or theorize why he does it.

#ttte gordon #gordon the big engine #ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #gordon the express engine #theory and lore

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starrkidmalfoy · 7 years ago

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Ship for Anonymous 19

Can I get a ship? Preferably Marauders era, and golden trio era. I'm a blue eyed, red haired, straight girl with freckles. I stand about 5'6. I adore old literature, indie films and indie music. I've been described as witty, loyal and kindhearted; though quite stubborn. Thank you. :^)

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Marauders Era: Remus Lupin - You couldn’t reach a book on a high shelf in the library and just as you were reaching for your wand, you felt someone slip up beside you. First, you felt the warmth of the body, then the smell of old books and aftershave filling the air around you. Next, you feel the material of a wool sweater, something handmade and nothing like the ones for the school uniform. You knew it had to be an older kid since they were the only ones finished with OWLs. As you turned your head you heard the quiet, sweet voice ask “Is this the one you were looking for?” That's when you made eye contact with inviting hazel eyes that had a twinkle. There was a cut from the corner of right eye spanning across the bridge of his nose to the apple of his left cheek, but the large smile on his face drew your attention to his mouth instead. “Yeah,” you managed to get out as you felt the blush crawl up your cheeks. “I like that one,” he says handing you the book, letting his fingertips linger a little bit longer on your hand, “it’s really good.” “Yeah, you’re perfect-I mean-“ you began to stutter and he giggled at your world flub, “It’s perfect, the book is perfect.” You finished with a smile even though you knew he could see right through it.

Golden Trio Era: Draco Malfoy - Your wit went head to head with his dry sarcasm, but that’s what made your relationship work. He understood you and would listen to you talk for hours about a new movie you saw or your new favorite song. He knew he could trust you with any secret and you were the first person he turned to whenever he felt sad, happy, proud, upset, or anything else really. He wanted to share his whole life with you, which is exactly how he knew he wanted to marry you. He had planned out the perfect proposal. He took you back to the spot you two had met at; the doors of the great hall. It was summer vacation so there were no students there and the professors were all gone or in their classrooms cleaning up. The sun was starting to set and the light was coming in through the archways in little golden rays. He got you to come up to the school by telling you that he needed to get something he had left here before graduating. When he dropped to his knee and pulled out the ring, you were in shock, but you wouldn’t have this any other way. You got to marry the boy that melted your cauldron in 2nd year and the man that melted your heart every year after that.

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Xx all writing is the original work of L.D.A and if used all credit should be given to the author xX

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hufflepuffsthunderdome · 4 years ago

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First Snow of Winter | D.M

Draco x female!reader

Warnings: none :)

@risingtripletaurus otay so now i have to ask for a draco x reader with draco being all soft for the stereotypical winter things <3 fuck yes I loved writing this! That Remus one you requested will be up soon ;)

Summary: just cute winter Draco being adorable and in love with his girlfriend. Need I say more?

A/N: I’m sorry that the formatting is kinda strange. It could very well just be mine but I have no idea how to fix it.

A soft thud to the side of your head wakes you up with a start, the annoyed groans coming from your roommates and a soft thudding against the dormitory door breaking through the air before you’re eyes have settled to be able to see through the dark. From her bed, your roommate Claire is sitting up her usual smirk plastered on her face, motioning with her hand for the pillow she threw at you.

“Sound’s like lover boy is desperate.”

You look back at her confused, your other two roommates shooting protests her way, clearly annoyed at the disruption of their sleep and her jovial attitude towards it. The soft knocking at the door continues slightly, this time Draco’s quiet whispers sneaking through the cracks in the door, and making your face heat up against the cool night air. You’ve been seeing Draco for over a year now, much to the amazement of everyone around you, including yourselves at times. You were all smiles and helping hands, eager to please everyone around you, to your own detriment at times. And draco. Well Draco wasn’t that. To others, he was gloomy, and moody. A spoiled mummy’s boy who seemed to get everything he wanted at the blink of an eye. But not around you. Around you he was considerate, loving, passionate, even after all this time together, it was the little things he did everyday that made you heart race, that made you fall more and more in love each time you saw him.

The knocking stops, and you can hear the clear dejected sounds of Draco walking away from the door. You’re out of bed as quick as you can, too fast for your body to protest to the cold ground you’re now walking on, away from the barrier of warmth your blanket gave you. Socks, shoes, beanie, gloves, coat, scarf; in that order, all on in a matter of seconds that is honestly impressive the speed you managed, and you’re out the door, creeping down the stairs. You manage to catch Draco, just before he goes to leave the common room and sling your arms around him from behind.

“What are you doing here,” you giggle as he turns around, smattering kisses across your face that leave a soft trail of heat wherever his lips touched. He’s wearing a coat and gloves like you, but has skipped the beanie and scarf. He’s much more equiped for this kind of weather than you’ll ever be, even with your many layers you’re still close to turning to ice.

“I just wanted to see the most gorgeous girl in school,” he smirks, taking your beanie off your head to readjust it properly over your ears, “even when she’s dressed up like a damn marshmallow.”

You both laugh quietly as you embrace in the common room, enjoying the moment of warmth and the heat of the fire. You don’t often get a chance to be alone together, being in different houses, with different friend groups and different responsibilities. It seemed every chance you got to spend a single moment with your loving boyfriend one of you was being whisked away for whatever reason. Honestly if that meant you’d have to wake up in the middle of the night and sneak around just to be able to see each other, neither of you would pass up that opportunity.

“Surely this could’ve waited for tomorrow, it’s freezing and you could’ve gotten caught. I mean how’d you even manage to get up to the dorm? Let me guess, you had your ways?”

Draco lets out a laugh at your comment, you have to put your hand over his mouth so no one possibly wakes up. He takes a hold of your gloved hand loosely, and presses a kiss to the tiny amount of exposed skin at your wrist, “I actually wanted to show you something.”

You walk through the cold halls of Hogwarts wrapped up in each other. Draco has one arm around your shoulder, and the other holding your hand in what he’ll say is an attempt to keep you warm, though he definitely isn’t passing up an opportunity to have you close. He glances down at you, from his tall stature, and cant help the small smile that graces his lips as he listens to you talk. You’re talking about a book you’re reading currently, some muggle book by an author you like that he’s never heard of before, but he cant help but get wrapped up in your passion about it. He’s not good at showing his emotions, to anyone really, but when he’s with you, Draco feels those walls he’s built up slip, and he’s more than willing to let you in.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your voice teasingly says, breaking him out of his fond thoughts of you as you glance up at him. He feels his heart beat wildly in his chest at the way you look at him. He catches you looking at him like this a lot, like he’s the only thing in the whole world that matters, and each time he does he looses his ability to speak. He can’t even fathom the idea of being loved so much, but the way you talk to him, and look at him, and hold him close, he has no doubt in his mind that you love him just as much as he loves you.

“Just thinking about how much I adore you,” he says softly, stopping walking and pulling you close to him as he kisses you softly, “even when you look like a marshmallow.”

The giddy laugh you let out makes his face flush red, he adores making you laugh more than anything else, knowing he’s the only one who you let see this side of you just as he lets you see the real him makes him pull you into him even closer. “I mean given the time of year wouldn’t snowman be a better fit? It’s gonna start snowing soon after all.”

You look back up and Draco, from where you’re resting against his chest, and see that infamous smirk plastered on his face. “Come on,” he wraps his arms around you again, this time standing behind your body, “your surprise awaits you my love.”

You’re both laughing as you attempt to walk down the hallway in this akward position, your legs bumping into each other, and nearly making you fall over at times, “can I please walk normally?”

Draco’s hand slips up from around your waist to gently place them over your eyes. You wince slightly at his cold hands against your skin, and he laughs softly into your neck, the warm puff of air sending shivers up your spine, “it’ll ruin the surprise my love.”

You don’t know exactly where you are anymore as you continue to let Draco guide you, but you are aware that you are out of the corridors of the castle. You can feel the harsh wip of the air tugging at your clothes as you walk, so you’re fairly certain you’re outside somewhere. Draco’s moves are deliberate, he is guiding you exactly where he wants you and you know he’s definitely hiding something. Draco guides you down a set of stairs, promising he wont let you fall when he sees you tense up at the thought of taking the first step, and you follow his soft hands and calm voice down the flight. You have no idea where you are anymore. You thought you were possibly near the quidditch pitches at first but you know you haven’t walked that far. Draco’s hands guide you to a stop and the air instantly feels 10 times warmer. He pulls his hands away from your face and you gasp at the sight before you.

You’re stood in the back room of the greenhouse, the roof of it open and the doors leading out to the back garden completely open. The plants around you are swaying softly, coated in a small layer of white. It’s only then that you look up and realise it’s in fact snowing. Beyond the slight, glowing orange boarder that is encapsulating the greenhouse, which you’re sure is a charm of some description to make it feel like spring where you’re standing, small, soft specs of white are falling from the sky, seemingly travelling a slow motion as they descend to the ground. Despite the warmth in the greenhouse, the small specs of snow are still able to get inside, landing softly on the ground, and adding to the piles of snow already there, unmelting. There’s a large picnic blanket set up on the floor, and a basket to go with it overflowing with foods and sweets of a wide variety. You gasp and turn to smack your boyfriend in the chest lightly, “I was looking for that basket and blanket the other week.” He gives you a teasing grin back as you poke your tongue out at him; it was about three weeks ago when your friend came looking for you, asking to borrow your picnic things so her and her boyfriend could have lunch near the black lake. Tears start to well up in your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend planning this for that long, and you turn and engulf him in a hug.

“I’m glad you like it,” he gently kisses the top of your head as you stand their embracing one another.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Well,” he begins, pulling away from you to twirl a piece of your hair in between his fingers, “partly for you. Mostly for the snow.”

You’re mindlessly chatting away with Draco as you’re laid together on the blanket. You’ve eaten more than either of you thought possible, and are enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse and the beauty of the snow around you. Draco is talking about all the constellations you two can see in the stars above, his finger dragging carelessly over your collarbone, “and do you know what that one is?”

You stare up the stars he pointing to, turning your head slightly as you squint to try to make out the shape. “It looks like a kite,” you say without even thinking, and Draco starts to howl with laughter beside you.

“Way to ruin my attempt to be cute,” he chuckles, rolling over so he’s on his elbows above you, glancing down at you, “that’s Delphinus, it’s a dolphin, it means love.”

You lean up and press you lips to his, hand reaching up to gently cup his face as he leans further into the loving kiss. When you pull away he leans further into your palm, eyes still shut, “I appreciate your cuteness but there’s no way in hell that’s a dolphin.” You both start laughing at that, an uncontrollable kind of laughter, at what was barely a joke. You stand up, pulling him up with you and towards the exit of the greenhouse, “let’s go build a snowman.”

What you imagine to be a picture perfect moment, entering the snow with your lover in tow, quickly sours again as the second you leave the warmth of the charm Draco made, a series of gasped ‘fuck, fuck, fuck,” leave your mouth as you remember why you don’t do the cold. “Aww are you cold love?” Draco teasing with that charming smirk on his face. You nod back at him, wrapping yourself up in your arms to attempt to warm your body, “come here love.” You walk into his open arms, enjoying the few seconds of fleeting warmth he gives you before you feel the cold harsh breeze slipping through the back of your coat, and a handful of snow following it.

You gasp, jumping away from Draco as you shake in a poor attempt to rid your body of the cold wet substance that is trapped against your back, “Draco!”

Draco’s bent over with his hands on his knees, wheezing with laughter. Despite your annoyance you yourself have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling too, furrowing your brows and sticking your lip out slightly. You huff and turn your attention away from Draco, a sneaky hand movement hidden from his view making a small ball of snow magically form and hide it near your folded arms. “Aww Im sorry baby,” draco mumbles as he walks over to you, “I was just joking.”

You hide the smirk on your face as you turn into his loving embrace, wrapping your arms around him and just as he did to you, tossing a handful of snow down his shirt. He lets out the highest pitched squeal you’ve heard from him, and you’re in a fit of giggles as he too is left shaking his coat. He looks over at you with a challenging stare, and you just poke your tongue out at him through your giggles.

“Oh is that how it’s gonna be huh?” You barely have a chance to move before he’s dashing towards you, chasing you through the snow. In normal circumstances you may have had a chance, but with your heavily layered getup and the thick layer of snow covering the ground, you proved no match for Dracos long legs and he’s scooping you up from the ground. “In normal circumstances I’d be tickling you now, but this,” he says, playing with the button of your coat, “makes that damn impossible.”

“Oh what a shame,” you say, drawing out the syllables as you wiggle around in his grasp, “I’m heartbroken you can’t tickle me.”

“Ooooh,” Draco chides, “the sass is strong today I see.” You giggle lightly as he tightens his grasp on you pulling you in for a soft kiss.

A soft movement below your head, and the warm sunlight streaming in from somewhere to your left woke you from your peaceful slumber. Below you is the unmistakable feeling of Draco’s bed, Draco’s bod below you as his arms are wrapped lazily around you. You don’t remember coming up here last night, the end of your night a slight blur as conversations you were having with Draco drifted back into memory.

The hair around your forehead moves slightly as Draco softly pushes it out of your face. He threads a soft hand through it, and you lean further into his chest, feeling your cheeks warm up as he presses a soft kiss to your head.

“Good morning darling.”

You let out a grumble back, possibly a good morning back, possibly a sound of annoyance at having to wake up; you’re barely sure yourself in your half woken state.

“Did you have fun last night?”

You can hear the nerves creep into his voice, it shakes ever so slightly the way it does when he gets insecure. You wish you could take away his insecurities, but you know no matter how much you tell him you love him that voice will always be there. “Of course I did Draco, it was perfect,” you say back, sincere even in your sleepy state, willing to reassure him as much as he needs, “you’re perfect.”

Draco’s hand stops moving from where it was slightly threading through your hair, moving his hand down towards your chin in a silent question that you move your head up. You do as he wants, facing him and smiling softly at his bed head and red flushed face as you kiss him.

You snuggle back into his chest, “it’s cold, can we stay in bed today?”

“Of course darling.”

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starlightkell · 3 years ago

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Okay poll - I've written 13,000 words/7 chapters of Dramoine fan fiction - and am strongly considering posting it to AO3 because I've got a lot of inspiration/steam for this one and am writing 5,000-6,000 words a week at this point.

Sound off if you're interested in Dramione, Fred Lives!AU, boss lady Hermione, Snarky Philanthropist Draco, Professor Harry, Aromantic Ron Weasley, and Wizard Tailor/Lesbian Pansy Parkinson.

Also this comes with GRATUITOUS descriptions of clothing and food, as I am a Wh0re for both.

Warning - this does include original characters paired with canon characters here and there, but it's not really central to the story, more of just there to fill gaps left by shifting the canon storyline.

#hp #Harry potter #dramione #hermione granger #Draco Malloy #ao3 #Fred lives #fanfic #fan fiction #hp fanfcition #hp fandom #harry potter fanfiction

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phoebe-delia · 3 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday

Alrighty! Thank you to @calypsotempete and @frenchmarshmalloww for the tag! This is a WIP that @m0srael helped me breathe life back into, thankfully, before I gave up. It is still incomplete, but it has a direction at least.

Tagging my child @starlitsilvereyes and my wife @apr1cots

Potter followed her, his lips pressed together in slight self-consciousness.

Draco was going to faint. And then he was going to murder Pansy.

Potter looked impossibly hot. Draco didn’t know what Pansy had done to make the notoriously unruly hair behave, but it worked. It was artfully tousled, rather than shaggy and messy, but it was still long enough to nearly reach his eyes without being intrusive to his vision. Judging by the wolf-whistles and scattered applause, it seemed their peers agreed, and Potter’s nonchalance was betrayed by the blush coloring his cheeks.

#six sentence sunday #current wip #drarry #draco and harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fanfic #lol once i meant to tag draco malfoy but I ended up tagging dave malloy #and i didnt notice until later #and i love dave malloy #but it was not comet related #unfortunately #everything should be about comet #seriously that show is legitimately perfect #how the fuck did i start talking about comet in the tags on this post #the world may never know

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careofmagicalshippers · 3 years ago

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valancyjane · 4 years ago

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“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jake...”

’Draco drags the upholstered Edwardian camelback sofa (decorated in muted yellows, blues, and greens) into position, attempting to minimize the screech of its wooden feet on the polished floorboards as he muscles it into the optimum spot. Stepping back, he critically judges its final setting, covertly blotting his clammy hands on the thighs of his tan corduroy trousers. The workingman’s suspenders hang loose by his sides; Draco straightens the collarless bib neck of his cream cotton broadcloth shirt, and rolls up his sleeves to his elbows. The quick glimpse of his loathsome Dark Mark barely dents his ebullient mood.

He chances a glance at the wooden room divider; Hermione’s clothing is carefully folded over the middle panel, her lilac dress contrasting with the deep purple woven silk that covers three quarters of the screen.

She must be putting the finishing touches to her hair. Fussing at the small worktable and plain wooden chair he’d earlier arranged opposite the borrowed couch, Draco sits in the chair, opening his canvas pencil kit to sharpen the tools of his trade yet again. He crosses one leg over his knee and balances his open sketchpad atop it.

A soft “ahem” alerts him to Hermione’s presence. Looking up, Draco nearly slices off his thumb with the pencil knife as he takes full stock of her appearance.

Hermione is an utter vision… from the crown of her russet head to the tips of the little pink toes that peek out beneath the long hem of her gauzy black robe. She twirls the gold-tasselled end of the matching sash with flair, winking at him for good measure as Draco drinks in his fantasy made flesh.

Moving toward the camelback couch, she makes a production of inspecting the tableau he has arranged, noting the standing lamps that flank the furniture, and the way Draco has dimmed the overhead lights to create a mellow ambience.

“Don’t artists need good light?” she challenges, with a delicious tip of her pert nose.

“Zat is true, but I am not used to working in such ‘orrible conditions,” Draco answers in an exaggerated French accent, somehow dragging his hot silver eyes away from her gloriously semi-revealed curves and angles, as he remembers his line.

Stepping closer, Hermione’s free hand delicately parts the collar of the negligee, exposing the glittering bevelled emerald and diamond heart-shaped pendant.

“Jake, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls… wearing this,” she caresses the necklace.

“Alright,” Draco readily accedes.

“…and only this,” she concludes, as he gazes at her in unfeigned captivation. “The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.”

Smirking, Hermione strolls to stand in front of him, holding out a bronze Knut to drop in his palm.

“As a paying customer – I expect to get what I want.” Backing up two paces, Hermione keeps her cocoa eyes focused on his as she languidly curls her fingers around the peignoir’s narrow lapels and lets it slither off her nude body to pool at her bare feet.

Don’t ogle – you are a professional artist. You’ve drawn plenty of naked models before, Draco sternly reminds himself, as his breathing and pulse quicken instantaneously. Be cool.

“Over on the bed– um, the couch,” he gulps, motioning jerkily at the camelback sofa. Hermione’s low chuckle at his Freudian slip does little to calm his skyrocketing libido. He wriggles in his chair and stiffens his spine as she obeys his instruction, perching on the edge of the seat.

“Come – lie down,” Draco guides, trying to keep his attention centred on her beautiful face.

Laying her head against the padded side of the couch, Hermione is at a loss as to what to do with her hands; she flails them around her head a few times, looking uncertain. Her left arm settles on the high camelback, only to slide off as she shifts uncomfortably.

“Can you– tell me when it looks right– ”

“Yeah – keep that pose – put your arm back where it was,” Draco interrupts, as Hermione dutifully complies.

“Put that other arm up… and there, your hand right by your face, there,” Draco relaxes his drawn brows as Hermione curls her fingers. He starts to shuck his rampant nerves as his training takes over.

“Right… now, head down, eyes to me –” he forks two fingers at his own orbs – “keep them on me.” Unnecessarily rotating his sketch pad, Draco takes a brief moment to clinically assess Hermione’s pose.

‘Clinically’… hah. I am hard-pressed to not leap from my chair and fall upon her like a hungry wolf. Sweet Circe… her high, plump breasts… her sweetly-flared hips… the pure line of her legs… the triangle of chestnut curls at the apex of her shapely thighs– her eyes, her splendid eyes–

“Try to– stay still,” Draco falters, entranced by the unconsciously seductive way Hermione licks her lips and clears her throat. Her shining mocha gaze returns to his face as he warns himself to regain his famed self-control.

Puffing out a calming exhale, Draco eases his death grip on his pencil and studies his beautiful witch one more time; he knows that he will carry this image of his beloved Hermione in his head and heart until he draws his last breath.

A few practice strokes above the thick paper; he chooses to begin with the lateral projection of her hip and torso, allowing his professional training to take over. Cocking his head to the right, he ignores the scattered strands of platinum hair that fall across his forehead, flicking his intense regard back to Hermione’s exquisitely naked body every few moments.

“So serious,” Hermione twits, pouting her pretty lips in a wonderfully distracting manner; Draco half-smiles at her naughty antics as he sketches in the outline of her furled hand and head, his hair flopping down once more. He quickly moves to draw her comely face and luxuriant hair; her slender arms; then the scintillating verdant pendant, his confidence growing with each assured stroke.

Her breasts, next: Draco takes great care to perfectly replicate the rounded swells, using his fingertips to blend the pencil marks as he contours the underside of each sublime globe.

Of course, Hermione notices his bitten lip, tucked-in mouth, and creeping flush.

She gently teases, “I believe you are blushing, Mr Big Artiste… I can’t imagine Mr Monet blushing?”.

Draco retorts, “He does landscapes… Just relax your face–’

“Sorry,” she licks her lips again and exhales, easing back into the pose.

“No laughing,” he rebukes, as Hermione’s mirth briefly bubbles aloud. He continues to shade in her breasts and navel, moving back to the texture of her hair and face as she looks at him with undisguised tenderness… and effervescent, profound love.

Love. Hermione loves me. She loves me. Draco must put aside his rapture when his trembling fingers threaten to derail the entire proceedings.

Concentrate. He assiduously disregards his thumping heartbeat and heated blood, determined to capture every last, divine detail of the magnificent woman lying but a few feet away. His fingers seem to move of their own accord as he soaks her in on an entirely different level of consciousness. Draco senses her magic softly seeking out his own as the air around them crackles; he welcomes her sorcerous ingress.

The only sound in the room is their erratic respiration, and the faint scratch of Draco’s pencil as it glides across the paper. He is aware that Hermione has yet to take her brilliant eyes from him, as he awkwardly adjusts his posture. The thrumming of his manhood is clamouring to be noticed and actioned; Draco is aching to toss his sketch pad aside and join his Hermione on the old-fashioned couch.

Finally, his left hand stills its busy detailing and blending. Draco checks his work, quietly thrilled at the likeness he has produced. The drawing has unerringly captured Hermione’s beauty and grace, but what Draco is most proud of is the expression in her stunning eyes… intelligence, happiness, desire… and unequivocable love. The physical proof of her deep affection staring at him from the pad on his lap fills Draco with boundless euphoria; and an overwhelming need to show his wondrous woman exactly how much he treasures her...’

Full chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/66407713

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dawnstar137 · 2 years ago

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Anyone know that fanfic where Draco is turned into a Peacock and Harry is an author and investigating Draco’s house and Draco is tryna communicate that he’s been fully turned into a bird so his response is to try to write on the floor with his talons and be a huge nuisance until someone realized he’s not a regular ass peacock.

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wines-n-kisses · 3 years ago

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LET'S FUCKING GO!

Comfortably Distracted

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

[warning: fluff]

It's the first Hogsmede weekend and everyone was excited..........everyone except one particular girl.

An 18 year old bushy-haired brunette was sitting up in the astronomy tower contemplating life and wondering if she made the best decisions. I know, I know she's only 18. What could she have possibly done?

Well, after going through a war and almost dying a few hundred times, Hermione was allowed. Though this time it wasn't life and death, she felt like she might keel over and die if she didn't figure it out.

She was currently in a relationship with her former best friend, Ronald Weasley, and she was thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea. So, she was trying to take comfort in the high tower of astronomy despite her fear of heights.

She was quite overwhelmed because she really wanted to end her relationship with Ronald but she didn't know how he would react. Especially since half the reason was another boy.

Besides, it would break her heart if things were awkward between them after that. 'Then again, it can't be more awkward than it already is', she thought to herself.

In the same part of the castle only a hundred metres away, a platinum blonde boy was on his way up the tower happy to finally have some time to himself.

He had come back from Hogsmeade early, buying only some sweets and chocolates from Honeydukes hoping to eat some of it in peace and stash the rest away from the hands of Blaise, devouring it slowly until the next Hogsmede weekend.

Although no one knew this, a tiny part of his mind was on a certain brown-eyed witch. He honestly tried not to think about her, but she always managed to slip into his mind.

He has harboured feelings for her for quite a while now and he had managed to keep this a secret. She was happy with the Weasel, or so he thought. He certainly didn't know what he was going to find out in no less than a few more minutes.

Walking up the stairs to the top of the astronomy tower he opened a packet of choco balls and popped one in his mouth trying to distract himself.

As he was reaching the top, he heard a loud sigh and fingers drumming. He was wondering who on Earth would be in his favourite place, and that too on a Hogsmede weekend!

But then again, he was there too....

He walked around the corner fully ready to verbally scare whoever was there only to stop in his tracks when he saw Hermione looking back at him in confusion.

"What're you doing here?" they asked each other at the same time.

"I asked you first!" they continued (whined really). Then they stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Draco asked her. "I don't know! But you have to admit, the way you said 'I asked you' while eating chocolate was hilarious."

He narrowed his eyes at her saying, "I won't admit to anything."

"Yeah, okay", she said, smiling teasingly.

"So....... what ARE you doing up here?" Draco asked again after a beat.

She huffs. She could lie she supposed but what was the point... except she couldn't confess that she had a crush on him so suddenly! So she decided on a half-truth.

"I broke up with Ron and he actually took it surprisingly well!" she said.

"Why?" he asked, concerned and surprised.

"Well, just because he took it well doesn't mean that it wouldn't have been a bit awkward, I mean, we were dating." she said, hoping he didn't ask anything else.

"No. Why'd you break up?" he clarifies.

There it is, the very question she dreaded. YOU!, she wanted to scream! Instead she nervously said, "It just didn't work out. Felt like something was missing."

She mentally facepalms, wishing she could have said something better and not-so-cheesy. Then again, she wasn't always a very good liar when it came to Draco. Her heart was always racing and sometimes she forgets how to breathe. She just hoped Draco didn't notice.

What she didn't know was that Draco felt the same despite his calm demeanor and right now he was internally squealing. She was single! He was silently scolding himself, this wasn't the etiquette his mother brought him up with.

"Why are you up here?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I always come up here. It's like my secret spot. I also come here to eat the chocolates that I buy from Honeydukes because Blaise takes them from me if I eat anywhere else. He doesn't know I come here." he finishes with a smirk.

"Wow you must really love chocolate", Hermione chuckles. "I actually do!" Draco says and then offers her some. She takes them and smiles up at him and his heart stops for a second.

Then he gets an idea! "How about I show you my other spot?" He pulls her up from the ground without waiting for an answer.

"Your other spot?" Hermione asks, visibly confused. "Yeah", he says and breaks into a run, her hand still in his.

Soon they were standing in front of the Room of Requirement.

"The Room still works?", she asks in confusion. "YeP" Draco says, popping the P.

He closes his eyes and quickly paces in front of the wall three times. a door appears with flowers and grass on it.

He sashays to the door and opens it, mockingly bowing down and says, "Ladies first."

Hermione rolled her eyes and passed through the door, but her amusement was short-lived as she saw the vast and beautiful hillside with a few trees and flowers. There was even a mock Sun!

She stares in amazement as Draco wraps his hand around her shoulder.

"Beautiful, isn't it." He says, his smirk evident through his tone.

"Yeah" Hermione says breathlessly , as she pulls his hand away from her shoulder but subconsciously still holds onto his hand.

"C'mon", Draco days pulling her to a shady spot under one of the trees. They sit down and spend the rest of the evening eating chocolate and enjoying each other's company.

"You know what would make this better," Hermione says suddenly.

"What?" Draco asks, genuinely confused.

"Music." Hermione states.

"Music?" Draco asks, getting more confused by the second.

"Yes, music. The kind they play at balls. The slow, soft kind."

"I didn't take you for a classical music kind of girl." Draco says amused.

"Well, spend more time with me and I'm sure I'll surprise you more." Hermione says, smiling innocently.

Draco smirks. "I can't say I don't like the sound of that."

Before Hermione could react, soft music started flowing out of nowhere. Hermione looks up, her shock slowly changing into a smile, "I forgot how much I love this room."

Before she knows it, Draco is standing beside her holding out his hand for her to take. "Care to dance Ms. Granger?" Draco asks.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind Mr. Malfoy!" Hermione says, grinning and taking his hand. Draco puts his arms around her waist while Hermione loops hers around his neck.

They slowly start swaying to the music, eyes locked, hearts beating fast and loud. So loud, they fear the other might hear. Hermione gradually places her head on Draco's chest and he tightens his arms around her. They stay like this for a while. Quiet except for the soft music and their steady breaths.

"Draco?" Hermione's soft voice breaks the silence.

"Mhmm" He hums in response.

"Do me a favour and don't ever stop calling me Granger."

"I won't," He says.

At least not until you become a Malfoy he thinks, grateful for the fact that Hermione can't see the blush creeping up his face.

They spend the rest of the evening comfortably distracted in each other’s company.

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I have to admit… It’s not my best fic (not that I have written many) but I don’t particularly mind it either…. I mean it was the first fic I ever wrote so…….

Hope you enjoyed <3

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