#he's not scared of draco but he knows when he done fucked up

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Head auror Harry directing missions from the offices at the MoM strolling around the room, sipping tea, clipping his toe nails or some shit, listening to his charmed ear piece, and making shitty fucking jokes and he's unflappable, like he's faced so many dangerous situations where he had to be quick and think on his feet and had his heart racing and adrenaline pumping throughout his life that at around age 40 he ran out of fucks to give and just literally cannot react anymore to a single piece of information about a national or international level emergency like

Auror: Sir we just stormed the abandoned house and set off billions of dark curses with a radius of a million miles

Harry: ah too bad

Auror: what do we do?!!

Harry: fucking disapparate, you twats, God I can't believe I gave y'all badges

*

Auror: Sir the dark wizards want to blow up the muggle parliament

Harry: ugh those Guys are Fawke-ing with my dinner plans haha geddit?

Auror: Sir they are about to close a deal with corrupt muggle government officials, what do we do

Harry: oh shit is it gonna be on the 5th of November??? Can you fucking imagine

Auror: Sir

Harry: Floopowder, flu season and snot amirite?? hehehe

Auror: Sir please whom do we arrest they are about to make an Unbreakable Vow

Harry, stubbornly: didn't you understand my joke?!

Auror, crying: I'm gonna lose my job, sir

Harry: are you crying right now like do you think I cried when I pretended to die at 17

Auror: I just want to go home

Harry: fucking fine, stun the lot of them and call for backup. My god

And then one day there's a gigantic mission underway and Harry's preparing to go into the field after sitting on his arse for like 7 years but this time it's just that serious and then there's a voice on the magical earpiece (that everybody on the case is connected to)

Secretary: head auror sir I have an important message for you from home

Harry, strapping on gear: tell him to shut up, I remember I need to pick up apples

Secretary: ...no that's not it

Harry: what does the git want

Secretary: he...said he went home to find the fridge left open again and the dog got in. And the cat. And your daughter's bunny. And your snake almost ate the bunny but the dog kept him off

Harry:

Secretary: and the milk went bad

Harry, paralysed with fear: listen, Ann, they need me I need to go now

Secretary: he's screaming in my floo, sir

Harry: could you order a dozen apples to be delivered home

Secretary: he says he's coming here

Harry: gotta go

And he's gone for like three days until draco has calmed down. The mission is taken care of in like 15 minutes tho.

[slytherinslut0]

enemies w/ tension. | slytherin boy headcanons

author's note: feralism inside. readers be advised. eighteen plus.

- your enemies reaction to you bending over in front of them.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy, as your enemy, was an absolute arsehat.

He’d purposely go out of his way to make your life a living hell whenever he bloody could.

The teasing and pranking was relentless; from accidentally spilling a particular shimmering potion on your white uniform blouse, rendering it perfectly see-through and exposing your bra to everyone in potions class, to pulling out your seat when you weren’t looking; he’d done it all.

He was an absolute menace, but you also knew there was something more to it than that, something possessive, something obsessive.

And you thought this for a multitude of reasons, but the main one being that he admitted he was into you while drunk at a common room party. which of course he denied the next day, and every other day since, choosing instead to be as annoying as ever.

but on this particular late evening, assigned as partners for a class project, you found yourselves alone together; the tension high and the banter relentless.

“Draco, please stop acting like a bloody child for five seconds.”

He’d roll his eyes, fighting a smirk. “Pleading for mercy are you? How adorable.”

You’d huff, staring at him with your arms crossed out of frustration as he held your quill above his head, just out of your reach.

“No, I’m pleading for you to stop being so goddamn insufferable. Give me my quill.” You’d hiss, entirely irritated.

Of course he’d just laugh, wetting his lips as he analyzed your frustration, revelling in the fact he’s so clearly gotten you going.

“Here.” He’d sneer, all before tossing it half-way across the room. “Go fetch.”

by this point, your blood was boiling, but you wouldn’t miss the glint in his eyes, the one that told you he was enjoying this a little more than he should be.

With a frustrated sigh, you pivoted sharply, seizing the perfect opportunity. As you closed in on your quill, a deliberate hair flip cascaded over your shoulder. Slow and sensuous, you bent at the hips, hands trailing down your sides, tracing the subtle sway of your body reaching for the quill. Picking it up achingly slow, on the ascent, you locked eyes with Draco over your shoulder, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

Draco’s typically poised demeanor faltered as he watched, an involuntary pause freezing his features. His steely gaze, usually cloaked in arrogance, softened into a momentary bewilderment.

The realization hit him like a revelation, and before you could even process it, he was up and out of his seat, one hand gripping the back of your head as he loomed over you.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice was torn, shredded. “Quite the fucking tease, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You blinked, grinning. “I simply picked up my quill.”

His grip on the back of your head tightened, his pupils blown wide with lust. All his restraint was gone.

“You’re a fucking filthy little thing “ he leaned in closer, wetting his lips as he glimpsed yours. “Do that again and I’ll fuck you right here, right over this desk.”

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise fucking Zabini. Your enemy? You guessed you could call him that.

Mainly because all the guy ever did was sabotage your bloody love life. Every single damn chance he got.

And not even in a traditional asshole type of way, like by scaring dudes off or threatening their livelihoods--oh, no.

he scared them off by just being himself.

You’d known Blaise since first year, being that the two of you are from the same house and share the same friend group,

but, all the two of you have ever done, since day bloody one, was banter and bicker like a pair of fucking first years.

But as you matured, that friendly banter slowly transitioned into something more, something that neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge.

Something that you knew was about to boil over, at any given moment. and perhaps, that moment was today.

you sighed in frustration, watching as the guy you’d been talking to all night began to make his way through the crowd, finally taking the hint and excusing himself after Blaise had just ever-so-kindly invited himself into your conversation.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at a smirking Zabini through narrowed lids. “Do you not want me to find love? Do you truly hate me that much?”

“I did you a favour, trust me,” he’d quip, flashing those perfect pearly teeth at you. “Dude would have bored you death.”

“The great Zabini, doing me a favour?” Your eyes widened, and you’d stifle an amused scoff. “Sure you’re feeling okay?”

As Blaise was poised to respond, you fumbled with your wand, inadvertently dropping it onto the wooden floor of the common room. Acting on instinct, you bent down to retrieve it, sensing Blaise's eyes lingering on your backside for an unnecessarily long moment as you slowly straightened up.

And when you finally looked over, you watched as he brought a hand up to his mouth, attempting to hide his grin as he shot you a knowing, wide-eyed glance, his body tensed as though he was fighting to restrain himself.

but after only a few seconds, he’d step closer, his hand grazing your arm as he leaned in.

“Excuse me miss, but I think you’ve made me drop something,” he’d pause, watching your eyes as you met his.

“I’m sorry?” You snorted. “what are you-“

he’d pull you closer, bringing his mouth toward your ear. “you made me drop my fucking jaw…”

you’d blink, caught off guard. “Blaise-“

“That ass is fucking perfect,” he murmured, wetting his lips. “cant hide it anymore, princess…i want you bad.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Enzo-earth to bloody Enzo,” you emitted an audible groan, sinking back down into the chair beside him.. “can you please at least fucking attempt to help me?”

Enzo was uninterested in your pleas, truthfully, he was uninterested in anything you had to say. Paying no heed, he sat slouched, head nestled in his arms on the desk, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

you sighed. this was going to be a long damn class.

“Enzo, please? you can sleep after class-“

He grumbled softly under his breath, neglecting to raise his head from the desk. However, he pivoted it towards you, his bleary brown eyes meeting yours.

“can you knock it off?” his voice was a shredded rasp. it was clear he was exhausted. “don’t you ever get tired of hearing your own voice?”

You scoffed, irritation evident on your face. This was the typical Enzo conversational experience--a constant exchange of snark and jabs. It baffled you how a man so fucking attractive could also be so damn daft at times.

“i don’t, actually,” you huffed, trying to keep your composure. “but i certainly get tired of your ignorant attitude.”

that managed to get at least a chuckle out of him, even if it was a half-assed one.

“spicy today, i see.” his lids fluttered back closed as he muttered, “bite me, darling.”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased, your voice taking on an arrogant tone. “masochist.”

Enzo emitted a snort, a hearty chuckle escaping from his chest in response to your suggestive jab. Progress was evident, and you sensed the need to elevate things to the next level if you intended to secure his assistance.

Making sure his eyes remained closed, you slyly nudged your quill, sending it tumbling off the table and onto the floor. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as it hit the ground, and Enzo's eyes snapped open, fixing on you.

Maintaining the intense eye contact, you slowly leaned over in the chair, letting the seductive sway of your movements accompany your reach for the fallen quill.

you could feel Enzo's gaze following your every movement as you retrieved the quill with a lingering touch--all while a subtle, suggestive smile danced on your lips.

the second you straightened out, Enzo sat up straight, clearing his throat, tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he fought to collect himself.

“what’s the matter, Enz?” you quipped, unable to control yourself. “thought you were tired?”

“don’t play with me, angel.” he muttered, leaning closer. “please, Merlin, don’t fucking play with me.”

you’d snicker. “help me with this assignment and i’ll let you touch it.”

“deal.”

Mattheo Riddle.

you and Mattheo were enemies for one reason, and one reason only--his suffocating arrogance.

perhaps you were the only girl in the school who called him out on his bullshit, perhaps you were the only girl in the school who didn’t fall flat at his feet anytime he simply breathed.

and Mattheo, well, he wasn’t used to this type of treatment. and he certainly wasn’t keen on the fact he couldn’t get you in his bed with a mere second long glance.

of course, you were fully conscious of the fact he was hot as fuck, but your self-respect and dignity outweighed your sexual desires, which in turn, created fiery spats every-time the two of you were near each other.

And so, here you were, paired with him for a research assignment; the two of you alone in the library on a Sunday night, while he was totally hungover. And as insufferable as ever.

“Mattheo, give my fucking textbook back.”

He’d groan, rolling his eyes as he tucked the book under his arm, hugging it to his chest while seated sluggishly.

“Come and get it back, then.” He’d utter, smirking. “I promise I don’t bite…hard.”

You fought back a scoff. “You won’t be able to bite at all if you don’t cut it the fuck out…it’s almost ten o’clock we need to start this.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, again, his tongue piercing the inside of his cheek as he pulled the book out from under his arm, and stood up, moving over to the bookshelf behind your chair.

With suffocating snark, he knelt down, shoving the book onto one of the shelves lowest to the ground, all before turning back around and smirking at you, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging casually as he cocked an eyebrow.

“You told me to give it back.” The arrogance in his tone was nauseating. “You didn’t specify where.”

“First of all, that’s the wrong shelf,” you’d mutter, watching his eyes follow you as you pushed up from the chair, veering closer. “And second of all, you’re not funny.”

Mattheo poised for a sharp retort, ready to counter with his usual biting wit. However, his words stumbled into silence as he observed you drawing near.

With a swift, almost calculated movement, you bent at the hips to retrieve your book beside him. The fabric of your skirt dared to venture higher up your thighs than convention allowed, leaving Mattheo momentarily entranced and rendering his intended response obsolete.

But the second you straightened out, meeting his eyes, lips teasing a knowing smirk, he was on you.

Your back slammed against the shelf as he grappled your hips, shoving you back. he towered over you, his lips pressed directly against your ear as he growled;

“You shouldn’t be bending over like that in front of me,” his voice was torn, shredded, and he finished the sentence off with a sharp “ever.”

your heart was hammering. “Why not, Matty? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

“You have no idea what that ass of yours does to me,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Every fucking day I imagine railing it--I imagine fucking the attitude right out of you…you should know better than to tempt me.”

Theodore Nott.

“Look at that,” Theodore quipped, his snarky grin practically evident in his tone of voice. “top of the class again. how does that L feel, huh?”

you grumbled, rolling your eyes so far into the back of your skull that you were seeing white.

“don’t get cocky, Nott.” you nearly snarled, the frustration seeping from your lips like breath. “it’s not a good look on you,”

theodore merely chuckled, knowing that was a complete fucking lie.

cockiness was an infuriatingly good look on him, and that was solely due to the fact that the objects of his arrogance were damn impressive achievements that could make anyone green with envy.

the man was unfathomably smart for an arrogant jock whose life was dedicated to being the best quidditch player to ever exist.

clucking his tongue, he’d shoot you a knowing glance. “you sound jealous, bella. what’s your grade?”

as he tried to lean over to glimpse your mark, you pulled your paper away from him, scowling. “how about mind your own business, hm?”

he’d chuckle. “never been known for that, have i?”

Before you could formulate a response, Theodore snatched the paper from your hands, leaning away to sneak a glance at your mark. Your groan of irritation resonated, signaling your exasperation with his antics.

Annoyed, you reached over to grab your paper back, your low-cut blouse exposing more of your chest than you’d intended.

As soon as Theodore’s eyes fixed on your chest, noting your breasts practically spilling out of your shirt, he paused; his fingers involuntarily releasing the paper without further fight, his lips parting and eyes darkening.

“merlin,” he’d breathe, his voice torn. “you trying to give a lad a fucking heart attack, wearing a shirt like that?”

your cheeks grew warm, his eyes not once breaking from your chest as you straightened back out in your chair, adjusting yourself.

“it’s rude to stare, Nott.” you’d say, fighting a grin. “didn’t your mommy ever teach you that?”

Theodore let out a low groan, edging his body closer to yours. His lips dangerously neared your ear, and he couldn't resist sneakily glancing down your shirt, unable to control his wandering gaze.

“it’s rude to tease, Bella,” he’d purr, his voice a dark murmur. “and truth be told, i can’t quite help myself…”

you huffed, unable to stifle your smirk. “sounds like you need a refresher in manners.”

“Oh, principessa,” he’d retort, his voice laced with need. “you can refresh me in anything you want as long as i can see more of those perfect tits of yours.”

Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle was an absolute brilliant genius;

a good man. a private, by-the book type of student.

and if you were being completely honest with yourself, this was precisely why the two of you didn’t quite get along.

it seemed as though Tom had it out for you, as though he had some sort of personal vendetta to make your life a living hell.

At every opportunity, he wielded his prefect powers to land you in trouble for something. Perhaps, in all fairness, you should have known better than to sneak into the restricted section of the library or prowl around the castle late at night,

but, gods. couldn’t he just cut you some bloody slack for once?

Admittedly, you were afraid to cross Tom. You weren't eager to be on his bad side, but at the same time, you weren't prepared to entirely abandon breaking the rules and having fun just because you were aware he could catch you.

so instead, you learned his schedule, where he’d be and at what times, knowing how to effectively avoid him.

the man was a cunning genius, you knew he could effectively destroy you if he so pleased.

but, on this particular night, he was set to be patrolling the dungeons for at least another two hours, giving you plenty of time to sneak into the library and do a little research.

and everything was going extremely well, hidden in the restricted section, blanketed by the nights encompassing darkness, when you noticed your shoelace was untied.

Bending down to address the matter, a peculiar sensation tingled through your senses as you completed the task. A subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at an approaching presence, and just as you straightened up, the hushed cadence of footsteps drew closer.

Before you could pivot to face the intruder, their looming silhouette materialized behind you.

A towering figure, their breath, warm and palpable, brushed over your ear as they leaned in, setting your nerves on edge.

“you shouldn’t be bending over like that in public,” the voice was a deep, dark rasp in your ear, the arrogance in the tone unmistakable. “some people might think you’re a little slut.”

heat rushed you, your thighs clenched. “and what if i want some people to think that?”

immediately understanding your suggestive remark, Tom wasted no time before grappling your hips and spinning you around to face him, one hand slithering around your lower back and grasping a palmful of your ass.

“filthy whore,” he’d growl, his voice shredded now, barely restrained. “breaking the rules and showing off that perfect ass for anyone to see…calls for punishment i’d say.”

his teeth found your neck and you whimpered, clutching onto him. “i’m-“

Tom pulled back, meeting your eyes. “bend over the desk, now.”

#sorry #i got extremely carried away #18+ au.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 22: magic | Tom Riddle

smut

TW: use of magic during sexy time, coming in front of people, Tom is a possessive freak, piv, spitting, spanking

You were sat in the Great Hall, picking at your food. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend at all that day, you missed him, but the hardest part was that you didn’t know what he was up to. You didn’t know why he disappeared on you, now your mind was full of questions, wondering if you had done anything wrong.

Suddenly, you felt a pang of need in your lower belly. You furrowed your eyebrows, shifting your weight slightly, not quite understanding what was happening. Your mind flashed with images of your boyfriend’s nude torso, making your need grow even more, you whined out loud.

“Y/N? Everything’s okay?” Pansy looked concerned, and just as you were about to respond, Tom’s voice filled your head.

I can see you squirming, honey, is something bothering you?

His tone was mocking, but you couldn’t focus on it. “Yeah, Pansy, it’s just a headache” She nodded, not entirely conviced, still she resumed talking with Draco.

Are you ignoring me, doll?

Tom could speak to you through your thoughts, it was nothing new to you. Yes, it did scare you from time to time, especially because he always knew what you were up to, always knew what you were doing but, most importantly, who you were with. Some might think he was quite obsessive, and honestly you couldn’t disagree, but you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him. Anyways, what was knew was that somehow he could make you think what he wanted.

You’re thinking way too much, baby. Yes, this is new, but how fun is that that I can control your pleasure?

You widened your eyes as another wave of intense pleasure hit you. It was like Tom was there, touching you. You could almost feel his calloused hands tracing your skin, his hot breath on your core, except you were fully clothed this time, and Tom wasn’t there.

I bet you’re so wet right now, do you think I can make you come like this? I think I can. This would do wonders to my ego, let me tell you. Making you come from my room, with just the use of a little magic? Yeah, I think we can make that happen.

Suddenly, your mind flashed with vision of Tom in only his boxers, his abs awfully defined, so much so that you could actually see the little veins on his hips, the happy trail leading to his cock. You wanted to go to your room, but as you made to get up, you fell back onto your seat.

Huh-huh, don’t get too bratty now, dollface. I said you’ll be coming there, in front of your friends, didn’t I? So I expect you to do so. Also, no touching.

You wanted to hit him, to make him suffer, but you couldn’t. You wanted to hide your face, but then you would have drawn the attention of your friends. You were thoroughly fucked, and you didn’t even know what you did to deserve that. He was being fucking mean.

I’m not mean, thank you very much. This should be a pleasurable experience for you, isn’t it? Should I intensify the pleasure, then?

Somehow, you felt a hard pressure on your G-spot, your eyes damn near crossing, your panties getting impossibly wet while you stifled a moan. You felt your nipples grazing harshly against your bralette, you swore you could smell your arousal.

“Y/N, you’re awfully quiet” Draco was staring into your eyes with a soft expression, and you wanted to die on the spot.

“I-“ You had to interrupt yourself, before you actually moaned and made a fool of yourself. “I don’t have anything interesting to say, you know? Been studying all-“ You took a big breath. “All day”

What a good girl, so polite. I love how good you’re being, recently. You can come now, baby

The pleasure intensified, making you come in seconds. You bit your lip, all your energy spent on trying to school your expression as much as you could.

Now, baby, I’ll give you five minutes to gain your composure. Then, you’ll be finding me in my dormroom.

There was no need to knock, Tom opened the door, grinning at you. He didn’t give you the time to get mad at him, one of his hands gripped your neck, shoving his tongue deep in your throat. You moaned, you really couldn’t resist him.

“Such a good fucking girl, doing as I said. I fucking love you, my little pet. Now open” You did, and he let spit dribble down into your mouth. “Now swallow” Again, you obeyed. He groaned. “Look at you, all fucked out, and we haven’t even begun. Come on now darling, bend over.”

Your chest was pressed into his bed, you felt the boxers fall down his thighs, his cock teased your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, so pathetic. All this for me, huh?” You nodded. Despite having come earlier, you already felt needy. He pulled in just the tip. “Beg me, baby. What do you want?”

You were used to Tom’s antics after a year of dating, you already knew the drill. “Fuck me, daddy, please. I’ll be good”

He groaned, with one swift thrust he entered you. One of his hands gripped your ass, your skirt now covering your lower back. “Fuck, I love you”

You moaned. “I love you too” He slapped one of your ass cheeks, the sting sharp.

“You’re all mine” His lips were suddenly below your ear, sucking a purple stain. “You won’t cover this, understood? Everyone must know you are mine” It might be considered toxic, you knew that, but he was so sexy when he got this possessive. His hips rutted against the soft flesh of your butt, the room filling with smacking sounds.

“I need, more” He smiled, one of his hands circling you, pressing on your throbbing clit.

“Are you going to come for me? Marking your territory, baby? You know I’m yours”

Your eyes crossed, your vision turning black as you came, once again, him following not long after.

You both regained your breathing, him still into you. You smiled. “So, now you’re so obsessed you found a way to make me come from afar”

He chuckled. “Don’t get too bratty when I’m still inside of you, doll”

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Being coworkers w/ the Slytherin boys (headcanons)

feat. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo

this one’s for the working folks bc you KNOW these guys would make work so much more fun!! :)

Draco:

- extremely punctual

- judges you for how you write emails

- picks you up in his car before your shift every day

- has a kettle plugged in AT his desk for maximum tea drinking

- will often leave you a cup on your desk too without you asking for it

- writes 95% of paperwork by hand

- kisses ass to your boss but vents to you later about how much he hates them

- overdresses even on casual fridays

- takes his lunch break with you every day and has your meals delivered (doesnt even ask what you want, he’s just good at this)

- gets turned on when you sit on his desk and look down at him

Mattheo:

- consistently 5-10 minutes late but everyone’s just kinda used to it

- takes mass transportation bc he keeps failing his drivers test

- stops to get you both coffee before work (thats why he’s late!!)

- will respond to emails you’re too scared to answer

- similarly will pick up the phone when you don’t want to

- office pranks galore with this guy

- calls you from his desk (it’s next to yours) to ask you to meet him somewhere so y’all can makeout

- also calls you when he sees someone he KNOWS you hate trying to talk to you at your desk to get you out of it

- post-shift treat several times a week

- most likely to pleasure you from under your desk 🤭

Theo:

- gets distracted easily and falls behind on work

- is so quiet no one really even knows he’s there

- bribes the office manager into making you his secret santa

- has a private email thread between the two of you that goes on and on all day with complete nonsense and memes

- visits your cubicle and sits there for like an hour at a time

- holds your hand under the table during meetings

- “ugh can we go home now” “theo we haven’t even clocked in yet”

- hacks the system to change the schedule around so you always have the same shifts

- cooks your lunches at home and brings them to work for you

- 100% takes naps under his desk when you’re out sick and he’s alone/bored

Blaise:

- gets along with everyone

- often leads meetings and presentations bc everyone trusts him

- winks at you from across the office several times a day

- has everything in his desk from stain remover to first aid kit to microwaveable ramen

- checks each paycheck (and yours) to make sure y’all get paid RIGHT

- hugs you from behind your chair like 1000 times a day (ft. neck kisses)

- flies paper cranes into your cubicle with cheesey pick up lines

- knows how to get your fav snacks from the vending machine without paying

- will randomly do some of your tasks bc he’s so ahead on his

- LOVES a business trip and gets you two ALL the travel upgrades

Lorenzo:

- does not give a fuck about getting anything done

- but somehow is pretty much always caught up/in good standing

- does the bare minimum but makes up for it by being extremely charming

- faxes you (yes, faxes) memes when he is extra bored

- steals people’s things off their desk if he doesn’t like them

- never abides by the dress code

- lies to your boss to get you out of meetings and leave work early

- convinces you to call out with him so you can spend the day together

- has a keycard that opens every door in the building, don’t ask how he got it

- switches nametags/IDs with you and thinks its the funniest thing in the world

- headphones in 24/7

ALL of them love to say “if you ever leave i have to quit too. i can’t work here without you” and they MEAN it!!

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Draco malfoy headcannons

flavor: fluffy and smutish but they're separated so you won't get jump scared

Also I'm returning to my roots with this stinky mf okay I have writers block

Sfw

Liked you in the hallway crush type of way yk like when there’s that one person in the halls that you're like “god damn, anyways where’s my next class”

Never even tried to speak to you was just like ” I'll gaze from afar”

The only problem is that he has major resting bitch face so you were sat there racking your brain over what you could’ve possibly done to this random daddy’s money kid (like this isn't set in a private school but LOOK OVER THERE)

Confessed by just standing in front of you and 👁👁 before handing you an outdated birthday card with a 100 dollar bill inside with a note inside that was basically just him like “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-“

You did give him a shot and he did actually speak words to you

bitchest bitch ever yall bicker (lovingly of course) 24/7

“did you for real just copy off of me?” “Okay well at least I don’t have daddy issues” “You cannot be talking and you know it”

He gives stick bug vibes yk

does not comprehend normal human life you could be complaining about doing laundry and he is like “Just have one of the elves do it?” and you are like “😶right so-“

just assume you have the answer to everything bc like you’re his partner? tf?

“how far away is Saturn in kilometers?” “They don't measure distance with kilometers, Draco, you dumbass. It’s called lightyears.” ‘right so in lightyears then?” “How tf am I supposed to know?”

he’ll hear a crash and look to you like you know what’s going on and you’ll turn his head back

I'm not one to assume someone’s sexuality but it's very much bisexual for the both of you (he likes guys and you know it)

a hot guy will pass and you both turn to each other like {insert Bratz meme here}

has created mustard gas on accident

laughs at his own jokes unironically (he is the only one laughing)

will try to be relatable and it's just like “yk that moment when your Prada shoes get gourmet chocolate on them”

makes up new names for your stuffed animals bc he thinks all the ones you picked were “lame”

his beauty sleep comes above everything else

Once Theo woke him up (there was a fire they had to evacuate) and the next night you found him hovering a pillow over Theo’s face you tackled him to the ground

Only knows how to play dominoes no card games or anything only dominoes

Bought you guys matching sleep masks

And embroidered PJs

And bunny slippers

PDA hater

He’ll sit next to you at max when you're around lots of people when you're just around his friends he's down with hugs and hand-holding holding maybe a cheek kiss but that's it

Alone is a different story he's attached to you he's actively trying to crawl under your skin as we speak

Terrified of bugs he's standing on a chair and screaming the second he sees one

Pays you in kisses when you take the bug outside (after you wash your hands)

Prefers baths over showers

Hates dogs and growls at them more than they growl at him

Only likes cats in theory bc they leave hair on his clothes

He's a reptile man

has owned a bearded dragon and will own more

Cold mf you wanna look me in the eye and tell me he has good circulation

Presses his cold ass feet against you while you're on the brink of sleep so confused when you swing your hand back to smack him

“I'm just cuddling you?”

“Cuddle somebody else fucking ice cube bitch ass”

Every single night

He sleeps on his back with his hands on his stomach like he's going to get lowered into his casket it's embarrassing

Thinks he knows how to shake ass and then when he tries (and fails) he considers never speaking to anyone ever again

Has gotten flirted with while he was with you and he just stared at them blankly bc he couldn't tell if it was happening

And then he left the room entirely

Walks in on people butt ass naked bc he has not learned how to knock (only child syndrome)

Stares a lot

He has nothing better to do so he’ll just come join you in your dorm and 👁hi👁

You've learned to block him out so he’ll scare the shit out of you

Sure he doesn't know how to flirt but he has money so he makes up for it

If you look at anything longer than three seconds he's following behind you with his card and the other twelve bags you have

This does have you ending up with things you didn't want so your friends love your random gifts

One of them will walk into potions with a luxury purse and one of the other kids will be like “tf Did you get that?” and your friends are like “🫵” And you're like “I didn't want it” So some of the student body does hate your guts just a little

favorite food is plain white rice

Thinks that acrylic nails go under the skin yk like in those videos with the fake hands pushing the nails up the finger yeah he thinks that actually happens to people

Jaw on the floor when you explain to him that's not what happens

Nsfw kinda

Down to three-way and will NOT let you forget

“I met this cute girl at the-” “I'm down. 😐”

“Oh did you see Harry this morning he was-” “Do you think he'd hook up with us?😐” “Babe. We've talked about this” “just once please”

Has asked you to peg him

unless you have a dick then he's asking for one of those two-way things (you're on my blog you know what I'm talking about dude)

Sub SUCK MY DICK DUDE HES A SUB SHUT UP

Actively begging sobbing on his knees “Please baby Please being so good please”

Would be a swinger and he'd have a pineapple on his front porch

Sorry

Has dabbled in the lockerrooms

Will ask you if the boys can watch him hit and you said only if they see him at his lowest begging and pleading for you he is silent as of now (give him two weeks)

Type of bitch to be covered in hickeys and when someone is like “What happened? To your neck?” and he's like “Literally what are you talking about?” will gaslight them into thinking there's nothing on his neck

Prefers cuddling naked but hates not immediately being in the bath after sex so he has to battle himself in his head

Can't dirty talk he's like “You look so nice when you're not in clothes? Do you like my wee wee?” and you're sitting there “bitch your what?”

Have resulted in him not being allowed to talk

Quickies number one hater

Needs his time to get into pussybitchboy mode

Okay bye

[slytherinboysvip]

Revenge?|M.R

chapter 2

(Fake Dating, Smut, Revenge on ex, not sure what else yet!) →prev←

Revenge is best served cold, or in other words best served by already being in a relationship after being cheated on, even if it was all fake.

Me and Matt talked it over, fake date and fuck on the side no feelings attached. This was all just to get back at my shit ex for cheating on me I’m not ready for a relationship now, besides Mattheo only wants the sex out of it.

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The night before:

"So how is this gonna work out?" | looked up at Matt from my book while we sat in the library, no one's around so I didn't have to be as secretive. "I still think my plan is perfect you know" He rolled his eyes, resting his face on his palm. "You don't even know for sure that Pansy will tell everyone"

"It's Parkinson she can't keep her mouth shut for shit. One time I tried putting dye in Draco's shampoo and her loud ass mouth told him" You could see his face scowl and it was kinda funny and cute. You just laughed at the possible thought of a color haired Malfoy.

"Back to the plan what if we just started doing everything together and hard launch it that way?" I questioned leaning back into my chair, "Y/n I'm telling you my plan will work, just trust me" He was practically staring into my soul but it was working to his advantage "Fine, but if she doesn't tell anyone we do it my way" I just rolled my eyes.

To say I was nervous about this entire thing is an understatement. It’s the possible thought of all eyes on me that scares me , but at the same time all I want is to get revenge on him. I don’t know what I was ever thinking, I should have never, ever, trusted Cormac.

Still getting ready there was a knock on my door and an “Y/n open”, assuming it’s Matt you open and sure enough he walks in, slams the door, and plops face first onto your bed. “Hello to you too” You chuckled continuing your hair. “Hmm, you think I should brush my teeth again?” He was somehow already behind you causing you jump.

“What’d you do that for is my breath that bad” He gasped covering his mouth making you laugh a second time, “I didn’t even smell it you just scared me” you explained still kinda laughing.

“I’m sure you’ll make sure your breath isn’t bad either, we are gonna be making our you know” He looked at me through my mirror and winked, going back to my bed. Thankfully too, he couldn’t see my cheeks involuntarily go red.

“Are you done yet” Matt groaned impatiently “Calm your ass it’s only been like fifteen minutes let me put my uniform on” I retorted.

“Okay, hurry up let’s go” I motioned my hand towards the door, he was taking forever so I walked up to him and began yanking him up by the arm, “Come onnnn” I pulled, “You take forever now you’re rushing me, priceless” He scoffed shaking his head and began getting up.

We were already late for breakfast so we made our way to the great hall and spotted out Pansy, after some waiting she finally got up and began walking our way. “You ready for this?” He smirked bringing me closer, “No, but let’s do it anyways.” I nervously chuckled and was immediately pulled into a kiss.

His tongue wasted no time making its way into my mouth, exploring it hungrily even though we were in public. It was a few moments later, after already getting lost into the makeout when you heard a loud and familiar gasp. Turning to see who it was, it was exactly who you were hoping for.

“Oh my god is he your rebound?” Pansy was practically ignoring Matt and looking straight at me with her hand over her mouth, before you could answer her Mattheo spoke up “Not that it’s any of your business, but we’ve been together just needed that fuck up to well you know fuck up” Not giving her any time to process her grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

“I give it 30 minutes before someone comes up to us or all eyes are on us” He spoke up “I don’t know we left her there pretty stunned” I giggled, He chucked in response. “I honestly don’t even feel like going to classes today” You groaned. “I mean, we could go exploring” He looked towards me smirking

“Exploring where exactly?” I cocked my eyebrow “The dark forest?” Still smirking he continued “Come on you know it’ll be fun, I’ll be there to keep you safe” He grabbed my arm and lightly tugged, giving in I just shook my head, smiled and started following him “I better not die”.

As we were walking towards the forest there was a loud shout “Oi Y/n!” You couldn’t tell who it was but when you turned around you saw a red faced cormac running towards you, “You skank! You’ve been cheating with that scum, lying to me for who knows how long just to be with some evil fucking orphan! I never should’ve mixed with a slimey Slytherin whore”

Opening your mouth to speak Mattheo just lunged towards him swinging, knocking Cormac to the ground and getting on top of him “What the fuck did you call me? And what did you fucking call her?” Not even waiting for responses Matt kept swinging, you ran towards them and debated wether or not to stop him but it was getting so bloody and it didn’t seem like Matt was going to stop anytime soon.

“If you don’t stop now you’re gonna kill him Mattheo that’s enough!” You tried pulling him off but he kept going, “Don’t ever fucking mess with Y/n again” Landing one last punch he finally stood up, spitting on Cormac before turning back towards me.

His fists were bloody and his clothes were splattered with blood, you were just examining him for a moment “We should get you cleaned up” You finally spoke up trying to grab his hand, but he pulled away “I got it.” He replied bluntly. His mood suddenly shifted and he seemed colder.

“Just let me get cleaned up, meet me at the astronomy tower in thirty minutes” He rushed off before I could reply. I guess i’m meeting him later.

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It was easy sneaking past to get to the astronomy tower unseen and you could already smell something you didn’t like, “Put that thing out, it’ll kill you you know” I said walking up to Matt and sitting over the ledge of the tower. “Rather this than something else” He retorted taking another drag and blowing it out “At least not near me it smells” I groaned. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Why’d you ask me here anyway? Isn’t our plan basically done” I looked up towards him. He quickly turned his head to look at me like I was crazy, “Done? It’s barely begun Y/n!! Yeah he thinks we’ve been together for weeks but imagine his satisfaction if we’re already are over? We have to actually look like a couple publicly, like dates, making out, holding hands all that shit”

He was talking as if he’s done this all before and it was honestly kind of funny but it was also weird to think about how long you two would keep this whole thing up. “Wait, you said dates?” Barely realizing his words you had a questioning look

“I can’t look like a complete dick of a boyfriend and not take you out it would be suspicious” He said in a duh tone. “Cormac never took me out” I shrugged suggesting it doesn’t matter, “That’s just embarrassing” He shook his head and chuckled under his breath.

“You haven’t eaten today have you?” He put out his cigarette and kneeled next to you “Uhh no actually I forgot” I looked at him, he was just staring at me “Let’s go to the great hall and have lunch then” He stood up holding his hand out to help me.

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“Now we have to make this believable remember, so give me this and don’t act surprised by how I act” He grabbed my hand and held it, I just followed him to the table without hesitation and sat down with him.

“I’m glad we sat somewhere empty I thought you would’ve sat us with your friends” I sighed “Actually they usually sit wherever I do” Just as he spoke Blaise sat next to him, “I heard the news, I can’t believe you managed to hide your relationship” .. “And I can’t believe you cheated on Cormac with him let alone were with Cormac” Blaise turned between me and Matt.

“Told you she’d tell everyone” Matt looked at me and we both laughed. He didnt say anything but his hand rested on my thigh and continued talking with Blaise, Even though you knew it was fake you couldn’t help but get butterflies from this.

“So how long have you two been a thing?” Blaise questioned, I turned to look at Matt who also turned to look at me. I kicked his foot trying to get him to speak up and that seemed to work “A few weeks, she’s been bored for a while” He shrugged and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

“I didn’t even know you knew Y/n Matt she’s so quiet and uninvolved” Theo joined the conversation sitting down in front of us. Surprisingly Theo is one of Mattheos only friends who I ever talk to, granted we’re potions partners but he’s not bad to talk to. “You don’t know much about me, Theodore” Matt replied rolling his eyes. Seeing the way he acts with his friends is a bit more interesting than imagined.

I’m very aware this is short I’m sorry!!! Trust I’ll try and update this as regularly as possible however I’m in cosmetology school so I’m a bit busy:((

Hopefully this little second chapter/ introduction is a good one to start off this little series <33

[sctumsempra]

going insane and i need to infodump about severus snape’s patronus being a doe for a second. i personally don’t think it changed, or lily necessarily influenced it- i think it’s always been a doe, casting the charm in dumbledore’s office was meant to show that he and lily were supposed to be viscerally aligned with each other and he knows he fucked it up and that’s why he’s spent almost two decades trying to atone for what he did. on a representative level, the doe symbolizes peace, protection, and innocence, and no three words could possibly represent severus snape more.

all he wants is peace: a peaceful life for himself, a peaceful world, a peaceful school. everything he’s ever done has been to create as much peace as possible. some of it can be considered misguided from a black and white moral standpoint, but it’s what created peace for himself. for example, aligning himself with the purist views of his housemates made him less of a target for bullying- he’s not a pure blood, and they’d know, and having powerful ambitious students on your side instead of alienating yourself from everyone means you have at least a semblance of protection from harm some of the time. he becomes a double agent for dumbledore to help bring about peace from voldemort’s reign. it might not have been peaceful for him per se, but it was still with the intention of peace in some form. he tries to give other people peace- he takes a vow with narcissa to protect her son because she’s crying and scared for him, and it gives her peace. he doesn’t throw draco under the bus to save his skin when voldemort accuses him of being the elder wands owner, giving draco and narcissa peace even if they weren’t aware. it’s either for himself, or for others.

he’s the most protective teacher at the school- would mcgonagall have thrown herself in front of three kids facing a wolfsbane-less werewolf? would flitwick take the burden of an unbreakable vow to protect draco malfoy from voldemort? would any of the DADA teachers have run towards the sound of a screaming woman? he consistently vows to protect everyone and everything he can. and, leading into his innocence, when he realizes he’s only been protecting harry for him to die, it breaks him.

he’s not necessarily innocent in that his hands are clean and he’s never done anything wrong in his life, but he’s innocent in that he’s naive. he trusted voldemort enough to be drawn into the death eaters, he trusted dumbledore enough to be manipulated into his bidding. it feels like he forgets that dumbledore screws him over constantly, dangles things in front of him and takes them away, makes crude assumptions, and has left him to fend for himself essentially their entire relationship. the times that dumbledore abandons him- physically, mentally, metaphorically- he gets very upset. like it’s new information to him that dumbledore treats him like shit. from an abuse perspective, he probably had to spend his childhood mentally erasing what his parents and home were like so he could feel safe and normal, so the constant ebb and flow/back and forth of his and dumbledore’s relationship is familiar to him. when dumbledore draws him back in with whatever method, he’s right back to behaving as dumbledore wants, doing what dumbledore wants, and believing what dumbledore believes. the times that he remembers that dumbledore doesn’t care that he let the guy who’s tried to kill him or assault go, or that dumbledore thinks he wants only lily saved because he desires her romantically or sexually, or that dumbledore has only been using harry and, by extension, him (as he’s been the one protecting harry) to play the long game of destroying voldemort are the times that he’s emotional in the books. he cries, he’s vulnerable, he raises his voice, he begs and he pleads and he defers. he doesn’t do that any other time, other than when he found harry watching his memories. he trusts and he forgives (or he forgets, or he feels safer pretending he doesn’t care what’s been done to him/how he’s been treated.) a doe is perfect for him. reducing it to something like tonk’s patronus being changed as soon as she’s in a relationship with lupin or that it’s only a doe because of lily evans completely erases his entire way of thinking and behaving and being.

also, in a self indulgent addendum, it’s a very feminine animal, and severus is consistently aligned with femininity. hermione calls the half-blood prince’s writing feminine. he wears his mother’s clothes as a child, and lupin encourages neville to dress his boggart as his grandmother. he’s quiet and docile and tries to be non-violent unless he’s pushed to his breaking point, and even then it’s screaming or crying or getting animated. he’s emotional and frequently painted as hysterical. he gets the “woman character treatment”: to the average viewer who doesn’t think about him long enough to understand otherwise, he only desires lily. the consensus is that he chases her, he only thinks about her in the context of attraction. the line about looking at her greedily is constantly understood to be lust, and not a desire for love or a desire for a peaceful relationship for once in his life (and a relationship that only ever seems to be platonic at that). he even backs off and all but disappears from her life when he’s asked to, while james (the one with the stag patronus, the classic triumphant male character) harasses her and pursues her and behaves in a way that makes his son decades later wonder if he forced lily into a relationship. he’s behaviorally aligned with what femininity in the eyes of misogyny is supposed to be. he keeps to himself, he’s quiet, he sacrifices every bit of himself for students and coworkers and superiors and expects nothing in return, he pushes his students to be the best they can. (i’d say nurtures with my whole chest, but as the narrative comes from harry, we can’t really be sure. in my view, his house won the house cup for several years in a row which was only interrupted by dumbledore awarding a fuck ton of points to his gryffindor prize pony, his classes are seen as high performing and advanced by even dolores umbridge of all people, he only tries to punish students albeit a bit violently after several attempts of getting them to understand why what they did was wrong, which seems to be pretty nurturing in comparison to what other teachers allow and do). whether he’s trans, or had been influenced more by eileen, or he was intended to be deeply complex and contradictory and that meant that he had to have these traits, or any other of the multitude of reasons for snape being an inherently feminine character, it’s there. his patronus wouldn’t be a stag, he wouldn’t be anything overbearing and he wouldn’t be anything aggressive. it doesn’t make sense with his soul and his personality and his life. the peaceful protective innocent/naive doe, however, does.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 28

chapter 47:

1. 😟😶 no one even got to say goodbye. i- WHAT THE HELL??? FUCKING RIDDLE

2. i’m at least happy that remus, james, and pandora can all take care of each other during the games.

3. im actually highly worried about regulus being a death eater. too worried, actually

4. “Regulus realizes it as he sits there, never moving or doing anything at all, just breathing; he isn't scared this time. Not even a bit.”

reg not being scared makes ME scared

5. “He had planned to kiss Remus' mask one last time, and kiss Remus, too.”

of COURSE it’s ALWAYS wolfstar that tips the tears over. why does THAT make me sob???

6. oh shit. it’s a maze

7. “”Come now, surely you wouldn't harm me and little Draco, would you?"

"I'm going to give you one chance to run," Sirius tells her, holding still, "and take little Draco with you."”

LMAOO they both know she’s lying out her ass

8. “It's Mavis and Velvet; they'd done exactly as they promised they would. They found weapons, found each other, and they died together. Their bodies are splayed out on the ground right beside one another, curled close in death like the lovers they were in life.”

oh shit oh shit oh shit i’m starting to cry again. i feel so bad for them, but don’t blame them in the slightest. it’s what i would have done

9. “and there's just this quiet, momentary mourning and respect for two people who loved each other and decided, together, that they would not participate in a game as cruel and sadistic as this one. They went out together, in complete control of their own fate, and they never deserved anything other than a long life full of love.”

crying HARDER. this would be the turning point in the games for me. i shit you not, i’d start teaming up and trying to break out the fucking arena

10. “And then, unprompted, Regulus' voice rings out, nearly snarling. He's addressing the sky, the audience, the Hallows in a low hiss of derision when he declares, "When you take them, you take them together, and know that it's your fault."”

i know i’m quoting this whole little section, but it’s IMPORTANT and it HURTS and everyone in that arena is being human right now instead of trying to survive. they’re all united on the front that they’re human and understand what it meant to love

11. i’m not surprised that the “first” kill of the arena was made by sirius. especially since it was to save regulus

12. WAIT YALL ARE GONNA LAUGH AT ME FOR THIS!!! sirius killed twelve people in the arena the first time. just like how he was blamed for twelve deaths in canon. i. it took me too long to make that connection yall

13. oh CHRIST i forgot that they planned to kill marlene’s parents in front of her right before she went in the arena. i’m so sorry. i want to comfort her

14. “Someday, Riddle is going to fuck with the wrong person, and they're going to slaughter him, and on that day, the whole world is going to shine just a little brighter” 👀 side eye

15. sirius has too much trust in regulus and i understand why and i see that, but BABES you’re so wrong

16. “In fact, they're all eyeing him like they're considering just killing him now so they won't have to deal with the headache he is sure to be. He's so ridiculously fond of each of them, truly.” 😶😑😶 blink blink. my dear. you need therapy

17. i- eli got in the arena and took a GODDAMN NAP- no fucking way. that’s wild y’all

18. regulus hating the rain is so me. and i’m not even exaggerating. reg hates the rain and refuses to go in it. if i get wet from the rain, the second i get indoors, i start having severe panic attacks over getting wet. i don’t blame him in the slightest.

19. y’all. people have really got to stop challenging regulus. he says that he’s gonna kill a person or stab them with a fork or brutally maim them if they kill/insult james or sirius. and every damn time, people still test him. and every time, he goes through with it. why do people not believe him?? he SAID he won’t hesitate

20. the authors notes are literally me on the previous point (19):

“regulus: i am telling you explicitly what i will physically do to you if you do This Thing

everyone else: *does it anyway and is immediately shocked when he follows through*

like??? DOES HE LOOK LIKE THE TYPE OF MAN WHO JOKES??? WHY DOES NO ONE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY??”

😭😭😭 me fr

remember to respect zar’s wishes and fanfic laws! do not buy fics! do not repost crimson rivers on other sites. please and thank you.

[elisedonut]

i like the concept of hogwarts being like semi-sentient? and having like it's own magic in a way i've seen it around a few times and i really like it

but i really really like the idea of it trapping people in a time loop like just repeating the day over and over again why would it do that? idk soulmates? it likes some students and don't want them to leave yet? something needs to be done before they leave? the school is tempermental and just feels like it?

anyway yeah im thinking about an au where percy just gets trapped for like 6 months if its with someone else and for what reason depends on the day some ideas that have circled in my head include

Percy being fully by himself because the school just likes him and doesn't want to let him go yet

Percy being trapped with Draco because the school decided it would be good for Draco because he did something really fucked or something

Percy being trapped with Remus because i don't know having a teacher involved is fun and could open up possibilities that otherwise would be cut off like easily leaving the school, people believing them a little easier also the idea of a time freeze causing Remus not to turn and as a resulting having a few months where Remus just doesn't have to deal with it interesting also i like Lupin

Percy and all the quidditch captains and head girl and it actually being something that happens every year for 7th years just with how long maybe being random

Percy being trapped with Marcus preferably in a situation where Flint is like obsessed with him(has a crush because i love it) and it maybe even being his fault they're trapped was it an accident or intentional? i don't know

Percy being trapped with Oliver in a situation where they are either already together or like really close to it because one of (or both of) them are scared of things changing after graduating even though they are excited about their futures' i feel like it would 100% be an accident for this one like the school went oh? don't want to leave aright! i can do that for you!

Percy being trapped with the twins or any of the siblings i just think it would be interesting and force them to interact a bit which would be good for them preferably in a situation where it's not a very well known thing so all of them are confused as hell

Percy not being sure if Luna is actually trapped with him or just being Luna for like a month because he does keep seeing her in different places and when talking to her she sometimes says stuff that could be referencing that she knows that day is repeating but she's Luna and a second year so he's just so confused (bonus points if she really isn't and it's just like her being just more in tune with it or something) (also can easily be tacked onto any of the others because it's funny)

Percy being trapped with Harry because i like anything that forces them to get to know one another and because i think while Harry would not be like ecstatic being trapped with Percy specifically but would be happy about not having to leave Hogwarts so soon especially if this happened first or second year

if you made it this far through my ramblings here's a little Percy picrew i made

[engie-ivy]

(Late and not micro, as usual😅 Angst, but less Angsty than it first seems, and also Fluff!)

@wolfstarmicrofic 13th: Uncertainty

The Wizarding War is raging on, and Sirius and Remus have been pulled apart. When they do see each other again, the circumstances are not ideal.

On the Other Side Of This

“Black!”

Sirius steps out of the shadow of the oak tree he was leaning against as Mulciber approaches. “Did you catch one?” He asks.

Mulciber grins, dragging a young man with him by a tight grip on his arm, Narcissa and Lucius following behind them. “I managed to disarm this one before he could get away.” He drags his captive in front of Sirius. “It’s Greyback’s little creation.”

“I see,” Sirius says calmly, studying the man’s face. “Remus Lupin.” There’s blood at the corner of his mouth and dripping over his forehead, and a large bruise has formed around his eye. His eyes are burning with hatred as he looks at Sirius. “Did he continue fighting after you took his wand?” Sirius asks curiously.

“Of course he did.” It’s Lucius who answers in a derogatory tone. “He’s a Gryffindor. They cultivate stupidity and convince themselves it’s bravery.” A taunting smile appears on his face. “But of course, you know all about that.”

Sirius doesn’t take the bait and just rolls his eyes. “Those days are far behind me.”

“You were never a true Gryffindor!” Lupin suddenly bites at him, spitting at Sirius’ feet.

Sirius tilts his head as he regards Lupin. “The way he says it you’d almost think it’s an insult.”

Mulciber roughly pushes Lupin to his knees in the mud. Lupin looks up at them with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes, his face covered in a mixture of blood and dirt.

Mulciber chuckles. “If you see him like that, you’d hardly think he’s such a dangerous monster.”

Sirius arches an eyebrow. “Do you want to wait for the full moon and see?”

Mulciber shudders. “Fuck no.”

“Did you know what he was when you were at Hogwarts together?” Narcissa asks curiously.

“Hell no,” Sirius scoffs. “You really think I would’ve slept in the same room as that beast then?”

“Shall we interrogate him?” Mulciber asks eagerly. “My record is ten minutes, but I’ve been working on my Crucio, and I’m sure I should be able to make someone crack in less than that now!”

“Nah,” Sirius says airily. “Even those members from that so-called ‘Order’ aren’t stupid enough to trust a vile creature like that with any real important secrets.” He turns his back to Lupin and starts to walk away. “Just end him,” he tells Mulciber as he passes him.

“Coward!”

Sirius looks over his shoulder to see Lupin glaring up at him, clenching his jaw as tears of frustration and hopeless powerlessness stream down his face.

“So you’re not only a traitor, but a coward too,” Remus says in a trembling voice. “Too scared to kill me yourself, are you?”

“Why, I’m flattered,” Sirius says with a vicious grin. “I had now idea you wanted to be killed by me personally so badly.”

“You already killed me in any other way possible,” Remus hisses. “It only seems fitting that you finish the job, ‘Padfoot’.” He spits out the old nickname like it’s venom.

Sirius rolls up his sleeves, Remus’ eyes quickly darting to the tattoo on his lower arm. “Well, Mulciber,” Sirius says undeterred. “Upon special request, it seems like I’ll be doing the honours myself.”

“But you know how much I enjoy putting beasts down,” Mulciber pouts.

Narcissa pulls at Lucius’ sleeve. “Lucius,” she says softly. “Draco will be waking up soon.”

“We’re almost done here,” Lucius says curtly.

“He made it personal now,” Sirius tells Mulciber.

“But I’m the one who captured him!” Mulciber argues.

“Lucius, he’ll need his milk.”

Lucius sighs. “I don’t care which one of you kills him off, just get it done. We’ll be going home.”

Lucius and Narcissa disappear into the darkness of the woods to find the end of the anti-apparition zone.

Sirius gives Mulciber the look his father used to give him that made him immediately stop whatever he was doing and quietly go to his room.

Mulciber caves and steps aside, putting his wand away. “Fine. You do it.” A smirk appears on his face. “If you’re up for it, that is.”

Sirius takes his wand. “I told you that I’m far from that naive Gryffindor boy I used to be.”

“Well, yeah,” Mulciber says, crossing his arms. “But you know how it is with these Unforgivables. You really need to mean it.”

“Don’t worry,” Sirius says, stepping up to Lupin, his face an ice-cold mask with a cruel smile on his lips. “I can assure you,” he points his wand. “That I really, really mean it.”

Remus looks at him one last time, before closing his eyes.

“Avada Kedavra.”

Remus opens his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. He pushes himself up to his feet and starts stretching his legs, while Sirius walks over to Mulciber’s lifeless body and searches his robes. Sirius pulls Remus’ wand out of the inner pocket, wipes it clean with his sleeve and turns to hand it to Remus.

Relief is visible on his face as Remus pockets his wand. As soon as he has put his wand away, he wraps his arms around Sirius’ neck, pulls him in and kisses him. Sirius melts into the kiss, and his hands find their way into Remus’ hair. They’re both panting as they break apart.

“Godric, it’s been so bloody long,” Remus breathes against Sirius’ lips.

“I missed you,” Sirius sighs.

“It’s so good to see you,” Remus says.

Sirius chuckles. “I wish I could say the same, but honestly, I could’ve gone without the experience of seeing you like that.”

“Yeah,” Remus says. “I wish I could say I had it all under control, but truthfully, I had gotten myself in a pretty dire situation. I must admit I was quite relieved when I saw you.”

“I was quite relieved we managed to get the Malfoys to leave,” Sirius says. “I mean, I would’ve taken my chances, but three against one would’ve been though.”

Remus glances over at Mulciber’s body. “Will you be able to explain that one? Are you going to be in trouble?”

“Nah,” Sirius replies. “Nobody actually likes Mulciber, so they won’t ask too many questions. I think everyone has wanted to kill him at some point.”

“I wonder why, such a nice chap,” Remus says dryly.

Sirius barks a laugh and Remus just looks him. “I missed hearing your laugh.”

“I missed having something to laugh about,” Sirius says truthfully.

Remus tilts his head as he studies Sirius. “Are you okay?”

Sirius huffs. “I’m not the one who was beaten, captured and almost killed by a group of Death-Eaters.”

“No,” Remus admits. “But you have to spend time with your relatives, so I’d still say I got the better end of the deal.”

Sirius laughs again. “You might have a point there.”

“For real though,” Remus says, gently placing a hand on Sirius’ cheek. “Are you okay? You look... different.”

“Well, I did get a new tattoo,” Sirius says bitterly, before he can stop himself.

“Not that,” Remus says, pointedly not looking at Sirius’ arm. “Your eyes... They’re different. Colder. Emptier.”

Sirius looks away, suddenly feeling exposed. Like Remus’ light is making his darkness all the more visible. “When you have to pretend to be a Death-Eater, there are things you need to do,” Sirius says softly. “Things for which you need to shut off certain emotions.”

Sirius looks back at Remus, expecting to see judgment, repulsion, even disgust, on his face, but it’s only compassion he finds there. Somehow, this compels him to keep talking. “Sometimes, in my darkest moments, I wonder what it’s all for. I fear that, even if we win the war, there will be no coming back from this for me.” He holds Remus’ gaze. “Do you know what I do at those moments?”

Remus shakes his head.

Sirius takes the hand resting on his cheek in his own, and presses a light kiss against its palm. “I think of you,” he says simply. “I think of you being there, waiting for me, to make me feel human again.”

Remus smiles softly, affectionately, at him, tears glistening in his eyes. “Sounds like I best survive this war then.”

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh. “You better. I’m going to need you there on the other side of this.”

Sirius walks Remus to the end of the anti-apparition zone. As Remus steps forward to disapparate, Sirius is very aware that he doesn’t know if, no, not if, when he will see Remus again.

Remus turns back to Sirius one last time. “And for the record, Sirius,” he says. “I’m going to need you there too.”

And with that, he disapparates with a loud crack, leaving nothing but empty woods.

As Sirius walks back, he thinks about the many uncertainties facing him. He doesn’t know when this war will end, how this war will end, and who will still be there when it does, but he knows without a doubt that he will see Remus again.

They need each other, so neither of them can die.

It’s a silly reasoning, that doesn’t hold up to any kind of logic, but for now, just for this moment, it really seems as simple as that.

[merlinpotterandtherandom]

Merlin feels the Old Region telling him to help Harry, so he watches Dumbledore putting Harry in the Dursleys door, and when Dumbledore leaves, Merlin takes a brief look around and when there's no one, he picks Harry up and takes the baby home.

Now, Merlin doesn't know shit about raising a baby, but he's gonna try anyways. Merlin can feel that there's something wrong with Harry, so he takes the baby to Gringotts for a test, said test reveals that the Horcruxes exist, so the Goblins do a ritual to take Harry's horcrux out and use it to trace the other ones + the main piece of Voldemort's soul. Once every horcrux is found and Merlin picks them up, the Goblins do a ritual to transfer the horcruxes to less valuable itens with the founders itens. So with that, Voldy is forever defeated.

When Harry is 11, Merlin isn't sure if he wants to send Harry to Hogwarts or just take Harry and move to America or France or whatever. Merlin doesn't trust Dumbledore at all ever since he and the Goblins found Harry's horcrux, so he really doesn't know if he should let Harry go to Hogwarts. Merlin ends up deciding let Harry do his first year at Hogwarts and see how it goes. Merlin and Harry go to Diagon Alley to buy Harry's things.

Merlin is shocked with every letter Harry sends him, what does Harry mean with he saved a girl from a Troll in the bathroom? What does Harry mean there's a Cerberus in an empty classroom? Who the fuck names a Cerberus Fluffy, of all the things? And who's Hagrid and why the fuck this person had a dragon? At this point Merlin is ready to go to Hogwarts, kidnap Harry back and fly, the muggle way so they can't be traced, to the most distant magic school he can think of, he doesn't care if it's the middle of the year, sure the Headmaster of the school would understand why Merlin wanted Harry out of Hogwarts even before the first year ended if Merlin told said Headmaster what Harry wrote home. But Merlin controls himself and waits for the first year to end. Then it ends with the stone disaster, how Merlin likes to call it, 'cause come on, Voldemort's dead! But Dumbledore still tried something with that fucking stone! So Merlin decides to have a conversation with Harry and he decides he's not gonna take Harry that far away, but Harry is not coming back to Hogwarts again. Of course Harry can still keep in touch with his friends, Merlin will gladly take Harry to see them! Merlin will even get a muggle phone so Harry can talk to Hermione if he wants! Merlin will tolerate pureblood talks if Harry wants to go visit Draco at the Malfoy Manor! Merlin will tolerate screams if Harry wants to go visit the Weasleys! But there's no way Harry is going back to Hogwarts! Merlin ends up choosing to send Harry to Beauxbatons 'cause honestly Merlin just likes the Headmistress better.

A few years go by and now it's the 4th year. Triwizard Tournament thing happens, and Harry is one of the younger students that decided to go 'cause he will take that opportunity to see his friends! But then he regrets that decision when his name comes out of the Goblet. To say Merlin was furious is an understatement. The same day that this happens Merlin is there and he starts screaming at Fudge, Bagman and Dumbledore and he says he knows the rules and there's a rule for when this happens and they will follow that rule if they know what's good for them. The rule in question is to just decide for a game and play it as the tasks and then after the unwilling participant is done with that, they must put the names of the willing participants in the Goblet again and then the real tournament can begin. Merlin watches everyone as a hawk so no one can put Harry's name in that shit again...But not that they're going to admit this, but who put Harry's name is way too scared of Merlin to try and do that again.

Harry is honestly just glad that Merlin managed to fix his name being spit out by the Goblet, so he can spend some time with Draco, his now boyfriend that he started dating during the summer, and Hermione and the Weasleys.

[squadxx4392]

HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS EPISODE 4

Draco: Are you almost done with my sleeve miss gurl

Tattoo Person : It's been an hour. I will be done when I'm done. are you NOT feeling this??

Draco: No-

Tattoo Person : Well I will TELL you when I'm done, okay? okay now let me work!

Draco: You may wanna cover your ears tho ..

Tattoo Person : *covering her ears* why?

Draco: Damn someone's mad 🙄

Draco: HARRY JAMES GET OVER HERE NOW!!

Harry : I'M GETTING MY BELLY BUTTON PIERCED GIVE ME A MINUTE

Draco: Okay. *gives him a slight smile*

Pansy : SIMP! *just got her septum, belly button and ear pierced*

Draco: Oh no I'm currently pissed at him.

Ron : *just got his own belly button and an eyebrow piercing* Of course, what'd he do?

Draco: I'm pissed at you also Ronald.

Ron : ouch-

Blaise : Okay, what'd THEY do?

Draco: Uh Ronald said he wanted to smash me, AND MY OWN BF SAID HE WANTED TO SMASH YOU

Harry : I was just getting back at Ron, I really don't. Blaise looks good, but he is NOT my type!

Draco: Once the lady is done tattooing my arm

Tattoo Person #2 : I can take the next one who's getting tattooed!

Draco: I'm bored do you have fidget thingys

Ron: I'm scared of needles someone go before me

Pansy : pussy, I'll go!

Draco: *falls asleep*

Tattoo Person : *to Tattoo Person #2* this is the first dude I've tattooed that fell asleep. I've had a LOT of women do it, but never a guy. this is new

Draco: Shut up and let me sleep lady

Tattoo Person : Sorry-

Draco: Jesus can't get a minute of sleep anywhere

Luna : Oh shut up and sleep, Draco

Ron: I HAVE A QUESTION FOR Y'ALL

Ginny : What now??

Ron: Was I the only one who forgot Draco is a top or was that only me

Blaise : *spits out water* WHAT???

Ron: What?

Theo : WE DON'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE, DUDE

Draco: I'm questioning why you know that...

Harry : I'm just wondering why the fuck you thought it was normal to ask that-

Draco: HOW DO YK THAT IM THE TOP IN OUR RELATIONSHIP

Ron : I'VE HEARD WAY TOO MUCH BRO

Ron : WE SHARE A ROOM, HARRY

Hermione: Okay my question is how did the ferret end up topping Harry

Harry : *blushing hard*

Draco : He gets flustered way too easily. Also, we're switches, not just- yeah

Ron: I wanna fuck Draco 😨

Blaise : Istg- RON!

Draco: I wanna fuck James Potter

Neville : *sleeping peacefully in a waiting chair*

Harry : whAT-

Draco: *backs away*

Hermione : Same

Blaise : Same

Ron: Ngl same..

Tattoo Person : and I'm done! You're good to go after I wrap your arm up!

Draco: Thank God.

Hermione : I'm going next, I just want a full sleeve, as well. Do whatever designs you'd like!

Ron: I still find it weird Harry kisses his arm- that's just a weird place to kiss

Blaise : You aren't saying the same when we're-

Pansy : NOOO WE DON'T NEED TO KNOW

Ron: ITS DIFFERENT

Ron: HARRY AND DRACO ARGUE ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME SO I FIND IT WEIRD

Theo : If any of you wake up Nev, I'll have your heads

Draco: Oh sorry hold on, Harry I think we should break up because we argue too much.

Draco: Better Ronald??

Ron : noO-

Ron and Draco : *snickering*

Blaise: Anyone else feel Harry and Draco are like Regulus and James..? Just me??

Hermione : For real tho

Draco: What-

Luna : what?

Draco: Apparently they think I'm James Potter

Harry : apparently you're a golden retriever. awwww they're so right

Draco: No. 😘

Piercing Person : Next one up!

Draco : Oh, that's me. Just the belly button and the tongue, please!

Ron: Tongue piercings are ugly

Draco : If they're on the wrong person! It'll be HOT ASF on me!

Ron: Probably I mean

Draco : Mhm

Blaise : *Looking Ron dead in the eyes* Hey, after he gets done, can you pierce my tongue as well?

Ron: *Looks disgusted*

Blaise : *whispers something in Ron's ear*

Ron: What-?

Pansy : PLEASE tell me you didn't just try to seduce him??

Hermione: I just realized what Ron is doing.

Ron: What am I doing Herm? Hm please tell me what I am doing

Hermione : You used reverse psychology to get Blaise to get the tongue piercing, correct?

Ron: You're too smart 😔

Draco: Does that mean you'll stop seducing me?

Hermione : I know

Blaise : I'm still getting the piercing

Ron: I'm not gonna stop seducing you no

Draco : FUCK

Ron: ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU BLAISE AND THEO ARE HOT AS HELL

Blaise : *sighs* If you stop flirting with my best friends, I'll *leans over and whispers something into Ron's ear*

Ron: *turns a bright red*

Luna : I don't even wanna know

Draco: Me neither

Draco: *mumbling stuff*

*Narrator's voice* WILL THEY KNOW WHAT DRACO SAID?? WILL THEY KNOW WHAT BLAISE SAID?? WILL THEY WALK OUTSIDE SAFELY?? TUNE IN NEXT TIME ON HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS

[dracoblaze40]

Roommates and assholes

After all the craziness that happened during my arrival I had a nice night of sleep in Carlos’ bed. Had so many wet dreams because of his lingering sexual energy. Also had to blow one load the moment I woke up. Goddamn, how sexually frustrated is this guy!? At least I know that I will not be at risk of running out of power here.

While in his room I noticed some interesting facts about him:

Apparently, he was on the swimming team in his high school days. No wonder why he has enough strength to carry me by himself. Not like I’m a huge weight to carry tho.

He doesn’t have any pics of his family. I wonder what's up with that…

He really, really, REALLY loves to masturbate. There are a lot of used tissues in his trash bin. No wonder why I was losing it yesterday.

For a socially awkward nerdy gamer guy, he is hygienic. He always smells nice, outside of the pheromone cocktail that lingers in his room.

After doing all those observations I got up and took a quick shower to clean myself after my morning fun.

Once I was done, I got ready, and an incredibly good smell hit my nose the moment I opened the door.

“Good morning, Draco!” -Carlos said with that charming smile and with a pan at hand. It seemed that he was making pancakes, and were the source of the delicious smell. “Hope you are hungry because I’ve prepared a big breakfast to celebrate your first day living here”.

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” -I answered, completely flattered that he did it. “You are already doing a lot for me”.

“There’s no such thing as too much here. Now open up and let me give you a taste of what’s expecting you on the table.” -He said and then, with a swift motion, put a bit of a pancake in my mouth.

“…”

“Draco?”

“…” -A single tear came out of my eye.

“D-Draco, buddy, are you ok? You’re scaring me…” -He said, his voice filled with concern.

I’ve met wizards with powers that could bend the laws of nature, demons with enough power to destroy nations, eldritch abominations that could shatter the psyche of every living being with their mere presence… and this puny human just made me his bitch with a bite of this heavenly made pancake. Am I really sure that Carlos is a normal human being at this point?

“This is so goddamn good!” -I said, and his face lightened up.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s sit on the table and make a toast to celebrate!”

I nodded and then we sat on the table, enjoying the most mouthwatering food I’ve ever tried.

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After the fantastic breakfast, Carlos asked me what I ‘m gonna do today. I told him that I wanted to explore the city, because I had no idea what was out there other than the front yard of the apartment building. He said he could go with me because he had the day for himself. He would show me the most important places, and also get me a phone so I can keep in touch with him if anything bad happens to me.

“Do you really think I will be in trouble? Ha! I have my ways of solving my problems” -I said.

“Draco, you can’t just fuck your way out of things.” -He replied, looking at me like I was dumb.

“Oh yeah? Then enlighten me: what is one thing I can’t fuck my way out?”

“For starters, policewomen. Well… Women in general. And I’m pretty sure animals are also something that your people do not do.”

“Ok, you win. Let’s get a phone.” -I said, defeated by my own cockiness.

And just like that we started our tour through the city with a visit to a technology shop. Carlos did all the talking, while I wandered around the shop, checking on the people and taking mental notes:

There were some weird kids with puffy hair doing weird dances outside. I found it funny when someone said “Oh, not the broccoli hair guys again. God fucking dammit!” and then made them leave. They don’t look that threatening to me, but the guy said something about them doing pranks or something like that.

A lady and a guy carrying lots of bags. The guy looked like he was regretting his life decisions but hearing her tell him “I know you hate doing this, but we’re almost done baby, and when we go back home, I’ll reward you very generously,” made him cheer up. Feeling his sexual energy rise up gave me up an idea of what the “reward” was gonna be.

Two guys that kinda reminded me of Carlos in one of his high school pics I saw earlier, talking what I thought it was gibberish at first, but then find out it was the specifications of the phones. Also, one of them was carrying… a wolf mask? A fluffy helmet? I don’t know what that was to be honest.

I was so absorbed watching all of that, when I crashed against someone.

“Watch it, you idiot!” -The guy screamed at me.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” -I replied, and then looked at him.

There he was, a tall guy, wearing what looked like a varsity jacket, with the logo of the local university. By looking at him, you could tell he is also an athlete. The guy was buff as fuck! Sadly, his expression made me realize that he wasn’t the kind of guy I was expecting to fit such description.

“You made me lose sight of Jenna! I was so sure that she was gonna say yes to me this time, and you ruined it, you little shit!” -he kept screaming, and the people in the shop turned their heads to where we were.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you are looking for someone maybe I can help you find h-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence before the big guy grabbed me from my shirt and raised me, so my face was right in front of his. He was furious.

“And why should I get help from a little fucker like you? Buddy, I know your type, trying to befriend me and 'help me' just to try and get favors with women.”

“B-but I don’t like women…” -I said, trying to appease him. But those words had the opposite effect on him and enraged him more.

“NO FUCKING WAY YOU SAID THAT! Of course, I had to have one of “those guys” ruining my day! You fucking f-“.

“Let him go Ricky! He’s not doing anything to you!” -Carlos said as he walked to where we were with one of the clerks.

“You are lucky that your boyfriend came with help, but listen to me you little worm, I don’t wanna see you near me, or else I’m gonna make sure no one will recognize that stupid face of yours ever again!” -Ricky said and then threw me to Carlos. He then stormed out of the shop.

The clerk helped us get on our feet and asked what happened and if I was ok. I told him how everything went and then, he told us he was gonna give us a smart watch for all the problems Ricky caused to us, but Carlos assured me it was more of a “please don’t sue us for not calling security” kind of gift once we left.

__________________________________________

We continued the tour through the city, with less optimism than when we started it, and then we stopped in a café so we could rest and talk.

“Hey big D, what are you thinking of?” -He said when he noticed me more silent than usual.

“That guy from the tech shop, do you know him?” -I asked.

“Oh, Ricky? Yeah, I’ve known him for years, he goes to the same university as me. He is a huge asshole, and he is well known for being a completely creep with women, trying to get into their pants. He has been trying to get Jenna, the new cheerleader member, to sleep with him, but she is not interested in him.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” -I said and took a sip of my coffee. -If I was a girl and was in his sight, I probably would feel so uncomfortable.”

“And with him being a rich guy that’s built like a bull, he gets away with it. No man can stand up to him, and if you are queer, well…” -Carlos said and his expression became serious out of nowhere, then he fell silent.

“Don’t tell me… He did something to you?” -I said, scared of what the answer was.

“He did… But not something life threatening. He just…” -He stopped, took a deep breath and the continued. “My dad works for his dad, so that’s why I said I’ve known him for a while, and he was the first person that discovered that I was gay. And then he told my dad, adding his touch to the story, and things got really, really rough with my parents because of that. I got kicked out of my home for being gay around the time I started high school, and he used every single chance to make fun of me and has made my life so miserable to this day. That is why I don’t have too many friends…”

 I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe there were humans that could be this evil. That caused me to get irrationally angry. But just when I was about to spout the most horrible things I’ve ever said, a woman around the age of Carlos came close to us.

“Guys, sorry for the interruption. I am being stalked by a guy; may I sit with you while I wait for him to leave me alone?” -The woman said all nervous and shaking.

Carlos and I look at each other and nodded. We offered her to buy her something to drink so she could calm down and she accepted it, wholeheartedly.

We talked for a while, sharing laughs and stories. Apparently, she is into occult and magic stuff and talking about that stuff with us made her feel better. She then mentioned that she attended the local university and that made Carlos realize who she was.

“Hey, umm… Is your name… Jenna?” -He said.

She looked at Carlos, completely surprised, and then nodded. “Yes. How do you know my name?”

“We go to the same university. I think we are in the same classes, and also, we might have an idea of who is stalking you, mostly because my friend here had a rundown with him.”

“Oh no… You’re that poor guy. I’m so, so sorry!” -She said. “If it wasn’t for me running away the moment you crashed onto him-”

“Don’t be sorry.” -I stopped her. “You are safe and that’s what matters, so cheer up. I am more resilient than I look.” -And then I flashed her an awkward smile that made her chuckle a little.

“Oh, how I wish someone could scramble his brains or something to put him in his place!” -Jenna said, and that made Carlos look at me, with a sly smile.

“Oh yeah, if only there was someone that could do that. Someone capable of exploiting his weaknesses and make him regret all that he has done” -He said that, discreetly winking at me.

“Yeah! Fuck that guy! Hope he gets possessed, haunted, or fucked in the ass by an incubus!” -Jenna said and I almost choked on my coffee, when I heard the last part. Carlos and Jenna just laughed.

We left the café, and thought it was a better idea if she came back to our place, at least for tonight. Carlos and she can go to university together tomorrow. She agreed and thanked us. We let her take Carlos’ room (but not before making Carlos get rid of the trash in his room) and we slept together in the sofa.

Once he made sure she was asleep, Carlos said “Guess you have your first target, buddy!”.

I just gave him the most ominous smile I’ve ever done and replied “Damn right. And I’m gonna make sure he will regret everything he has done to you two. You have my word.

And believe me, I’m a man of my word.

[weaponizedvirtue]

Book report time because your writing is stellar and deserves all the love. “You’ve found him to be quiet, light on his feet and gentle with his hands, and he barely wakes you when he moves about the room.” I’ve always imagined these are characteristics that also made Tom a good sapper. He could get in quick, assess, set up, and get out, without causing a mess if he so wished. “The horses touch noses, greeting each other, nuzzling. Tommy nods and you smile at him, reaching out to briefly touch his arm.” They both greeted each other, the horses AND the humans, in their own instinctive way. I love that.

“He looks down at Draco’s arched neck, chest rising and falling with a sigh.“ I swear, the way you write Thomas’s actions is like the written version of microexpressions. <3

“Whoever said that anger was iron, heavy and burdening, should’ve known it was made of fire, light and destructive and glowing in the dark.“ I read this line this morning and it stuck with me all day. This is why you get a book report. Because goddamn, that was a PERFECT line.

“I’m not going to lead us off a cliff. Believe it or not, I also don’t want to die.” Have you intentionally made her slowly braver as you go with each chapter or was that just a happy accident? Because in this chapter, she chooses to allow him to fight for her, has the kind of hope and strength that not wanting to die requires, and then she faces the tiger in the end of this piece. I’m just really, really impressed with how much character growth (for both her AND Tommy) you’ve coaxed out of these two.

“Horses have taught you that you can never discipline someone for trying. You can never hurt someone for a failed attempt.“ NO IM NOT CRYING I HAVE ALLERGIES

“It happens all at once, it seems. Your slow, steady life speeds up exponentially, cascading out from a single, horrible event.” The end is starting and I’m terrified.

“I said, help me get him inside! Come on, don’t bloody run away from me. Help me!” Arthur. His voice shakes, anger and fear mixed together. “Come on, woman, get your man.” It’s very Arthur. Very, very Arthur. Where Thomas behinds silence and cleverness, Arthur hides behind anger and  feeling too much. Well done.

“He’s been quiet. Too quiet.“ He knows he fucked uuuuuup. *whispering* He knows he fucked up. Tom is scared. “This is the fragile thing about freedom. It doesn’t fully belong to you, not now, not ever. It relies on a web of people to hold you up, and when one person stumbles and falls, the rest tumbles down with it. You just didn’t expect that person to be Tommy. Freedom is the line that connects you to him, and you are about to hang yourself with it.“ The whole paragraph, Eli. It’s just wonderful and you have a command of words that astonishes me sometimes.

Oh lord, so so much is coming. And I’m so here for it and so terrified of it. LET’S GO.

The Ends of The Earth

Author's Note: From here on out, the story will be quite a bit darker. We are reaching the climax. There will be no graphic sexual assault, but there will be heavy implications of such. Once again, read at your own discretion. Description: You and Tommy go for a ride, and, later, an incident leads to a major change. Warnings: blood, guns, references to sexual assault and rape, canon-typical violence, Tommy fucking up again, language Word Count: 4937 (sorry) Tag List: @theshelbyslimited  @ttaechi  @weaponizedvirtue  @majesticcmey  @optimisticsandwichgladiator  @zablife  @princesssterek  @mm0thie  @callsignvenus @ay0nha  @mgdixon  @fairytale07 @dreamy-caramel  @ce1iat  @algae-tm @dragonsondragons @trentknd @nothingofsimplicity @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey @globetrotter28 @look-at-the-soul @notalxx @chaengist @cookiez56-blog @skxawngs @h0neylemon

The moon will be full tonight. 

Dusk falls and you saddle Draco, your last horse of the day. You’ve been sleeping more these days, finding some kind of peace in the companionship of Tommy. Still, you sometimes wake up tired, exhausted by old phantoms of scars and the touch of rough hands. It’s a flip of a coin whether you rest, or find yourself awake at night. 

You haven’t seen Tom all day. He woke before you did, and you heard the echo of his footsteps as he left the room, the creak of the door as he closed it behind him. You’ve found him to be quiet, light on his feet and gentle with his hands, and he barely wakes you when he moves about the room. You know, though, that he’ll find you when he returns, as he always does. So, before you go mount your horse, you wait for him. He’d never tell you, but you’re certain that he worries when he returns and you’re not in the yard. 

Minutes later, he appears. Hands shoved in the pockets of his suit jacket, eyes firmly on the ground in front of him, face hidden under the shadow of his cap. You turn to watch him approach, scanning him only to find dark shadows under his eyes and a pallid, stressed paleness to his skin. You nod to yourself and turn away, heading towards Nifty’s stall without a word. Tommy stops by Draco’s head, stroking his nose, murmuring to him. 

You bring Nifty out and tie him next to Draco, then face Tommy, meeting his blue eyes, confirming quietly the plan that’s formed in your head. The horses touch noses, greeting each other, nuzzling. Tommy nods and you smile at him, reaching out to briefly touch his arm, then walking to the tack room to pull Nifty’s saddle out for yourself. 

A few minutes pass, and you’ve tacked up Nifty and handed Tommy the bridle for Draco. The two of you mount, and slowly, the horses take you out of the barn, out past Arrow House, and towards the hills that remind so strongly of the countryside around your old home. This is the routine you’ve created together, the silent agreement of getting away from the life that he feels stuck in. It harkens back to who he used to be, and you think that, sometimes, it gives him the chance to feel like a boy again, to claim back a childhood that wasn’t fully what he needed. On rough days, when he comes home with the expression of a beaten man, you go for a ride together. Sometimes you go fully in silence, not interrupting the rush of the wind and the chill of the weather. Other times, you speak quietly, talking about nothing and everything, all the little things that usually go unnoticed. You share a need for expressing the sharp darker edges of your personalities. You think that, often, you look around you and want to tell someone that you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, holding on, when really you just want to fall. But how can you say that to someone other than him? How could anyone but him understand what you’re trying to put into words?

Early Spring turns the trees into bones, thin and white and strong. You turn your head, steering your horse one-handed, and run your eyes over Tommy. They stop on a spot of red on his cuff, half-hidden beneath his suit jacket. 

It explains the drawn expression on his face. You don’t question whether it was necessary. You gather your reins and pick up the trot, posting in silence, and he follows you faithfully. You choose the route and he follows, giving up control for once in his life. The horse’s hooves beat unwaveringly on the path, and then quiet as you turn off the beaten trail, leading the two of you through the grass, out to the tamed wilderness. 

He breaks the silence. “Where’re we going?” 

You glance back at him, slowing your horse. “I found somewhere new. Trust me.” 

He inclines his head slightly. You look forward once more, tracking your way through the barren, but starkly beautiful hills. The groggy sun sends arcing shadows down over the pale grass, cast from the bare trees and shrubs and the moving bodies of the horses. In contrast to the muted land, the sky boasts bright burdens, red and orange and streaks of yellow and pink through the clouds. 

After a while, you slow to a walk, sighing as your hips and thighs fall into the familiar swing of NIfty’s movement. You don’t look back at him when you speak.

“Who was it?” 

He thinks before he responds to you, probably considering a way to avoid answering truthfully before giving up, deciding that honesty goes the furthest with you. “A man who had eyes for a young girl.”

Your blood freezes over, then slowly thaws out, leaving you with a tingling sensation through your veins. You huff a breath, hand shaking on the reins before you clamp it down on Nifty’s mane, and nod slowly. “You’re doing things without asking me about them first.”

“I didn’t think it was my responsibility to inform you of business that doesn’t—”

“Tom, you’re walking blindly into a dark room you’ve never been in before that I have memorized. If you’re going to do this against my will, at least let me advise you.” Draco’s ears flick towards you, as if he too listens to what you have to say. “I used to know this world you’re trying to destroy. I probably still do. Let me help you.” 

He looks down at Draco’s arched neck, chest rising and falling with a sigh. “It was a man who thought I was interested in one of the girls. It was his girl, he said. I told him I wouldn’t interfere. He must’ve seen the look on my face because he was coming at me, yelling about ownership and first-come, first-served.” His eyes flick to yours, trying to read an empty page. “I didn’t kill him.”

“It was self defense and a petty bar fight.” You close your eyes for a moment, trying to fight off the fierce beating of your heart. “You were good not to kill him.”

He makes a small, noncommittal noise, and you open your eyes. 

“Tell me what you’re planning.” 

He shakes his head, a small movement, slow and hesitant. 

“Why not?” You stop your horse, and Draco stops instinctively. “Why not tell the only person who knows what this is like, Thomas?” 

He doesn’t respond, just watches you passively. 

“I won’t try to stop you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You meet his eyes. The wind rushes past you, whipping the words out of your mouth and sending them hurtling away. “I know I couldn’t even if I wanted to. You’re as stubborn as I am.” 

“I will tell you when the time comes.” His voice is steady, certain. “That time is not now.” 

“Fine.” You shake your head, shivering faintly in the cold. Anger burns quietly in you, that you are not being allowed to save yourself, that you have to rely on a man who will not tell you how he plans to be your savior. Years and years of dreaming and rage has turned your madness into something holy. It’s almost silent, an ember buried in the ashes, but it exists, and it’s inconsolable. Your anger is what allows you to pull the trigger and smash a skull, allows you to tolerate pain and suffering in order to reach your goal. Whoever said that anger was iron, heavy and burdening, should’ve known it was made of fire, light and destructive and glowing in the dark.

You turn back and face the hill you’re about to climb. Once again, there is no path. Craggy rocks scatter over the surface, broken in places, and small ditches and gopher holes pattern it. Still, in the midst of the minutely dangerous land, there are hoofprints laid down from the first time you’d come this way. It is the road less taken. 

You slide your leg back and pick up the canter. Your heart rises in your chest as the frigid wind casts across you and you’re taken over by the strength of the animal beneath you. Behind you, the shadow of Draco and Tommy ripples on the uneven ground. Slowly, you release the reins, and let the retired racehorse relive his days on the track, stretching out his legs and flattening out. 

The summit nears, but out of the corner of your eye, you see Draco falter, then slow. You do the same, stopping and twisting in the saddle to face him. 

“Where are we going?” Tommy lifts his head to gesture towards the flattening hill above you. “That’s a dead end, there.”

“If you want me to trust that you’re going to take care of yourself, you get to trust me that I’m not going to lead us off a cliff. Believe it or not, I also don’t want to die.” You smile faintly, a little thrill shocking through you at the truth of the words. Despite the conflict, despite the instability of your circumstance, you feel alive for the first time since before you were sent to France. And you don’t want it to end. 

“I trust you,” he insists. 

“Good, then let’s go.” You look forward and slip once again into a canter. Before you know it, you’re at the summit, riding along a flat ridge, a gentle decline on either side of you. You live, for a moment, in the pink sky, swimming through the clouds on frigid air, nothing around you but emptiness. Then you blink, and the land comes back into focus, and the height makes your heart skip a beat. You grin. 

Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you see Tommy’s head swiveling, on alert, taking in the view of the world, and, in a way, his world. His massive house suddenly small enough to pinch between two fingers. Problems shrunken in the scheme of sunset. 

You walk along the ridge in silence, watching the sun drown in the color of the horizon. You used to ride like this on your own, trying to make the world seem small, trying to break out of the shell you lived in by literally gaining some perspective. It was quiet, yes, but never peaceful, to go out by yourself. The singular hoofsteps did little to drown out your thoughts, little to shift the tides of emotion that rippled in and out of you. It promoted a deep emptiness you could never explain, a hunger for something like the love you had for the other girl, your comrade in the war of your childhood, so ravenous that you felt you would eat yourself alive from it. The price of freedom was loneliness. 

You watch your shadows travel over the craggy edge of the path you’ve created, and, slowing your horse to near Draco, you ask a question that’s been hanging on you for days.

“Why don’t you wake me when you have nightmares?” 

Usually, you’re called back to the land of the living too late, once he’s sat up and calmed himself, except for when he talks in his sleep. You catch the jagged end of his fear, the deep breath of centering, the relaxing of tensed muscles. Asking a question, offering comfort, doing anything other than watching helplessly makes him shy away from you, the closest you’ve ever seen him get to nervous. And, so, you smile sadly and wait for him to lay back down before you allow sleep to wash back over you.

“Why don’t you?” His response is not an accusation, not shutting you down. It sounds genuine. You know he plays games, know he struggles to turn off the finely-dressed, hard-masked version of himself, and part of you goes out to him when he’s earnest. 

“Because it feels… private.” It’s true that you don’t wake him when you dream. Like him, you want to boast a certain toughness, like the world could kick you while you were down and you’d still stand up, spit out a tooth, and grin. There’s no amount of rakish armor to subconscious terror. There’s no hiding the effect it has in the first moments after. It feels different, though, for you than to him. “But you’ve told me what you dream about. I know it already.”

“It feels private because it is. You’re asking me to let you in on who I am when there’s no business to be done and no fight to be won. It’s not impressive and it’s not pleasant to look at.” His voice remains even, casual, as if this means nothing, as if he hasn’t allowed you to catch a glimpse into his mind. Draco tosses his head, his mane catching on the dying light. 

“Why do you have to be impressive to me?” You halt Nifty to allow Tommy to catch up to you, so you can look him in the eye.

His voice grows quiet, his eyes holding steady with yours, the lowering sun reflecting like an ember in his pupils. “Because, I have to make up for the fact that it’s me.”

Something sharp shoots through your heart, and you breathe deeply, hands tightening on the reins. Mixed thoughts rumble like an earthquake in your mind. He does have something to make up for; he made a mistake, and for that, you have to hold him accountable. But, not for being himself. You can’t blame him for that, can’t punish him for having to work to be good to you. Horses have taught you that you can never discipline someone for trying. You can never hurt someone for a failed attempt. 

He has quite literally fought a war, and is still battling it with every breath he takes, and he is learning to be kind to you, which is a war in and of itself. 

You don’t know how to express to him that, one way or another, you want him. Not the performance he puts on, not the shallow and violent image he creates, not the emotionless husk he can become when hurting. Maybe to some people, there wouldn’t be much more to him than that, but you know. You know that beneath the cracked and rocky surface, there’s black soil, soft and rich, and you have a shovel, and you’re ready to dig. 

“Please, don’t.” It’s pathetic that that’s the only response you can come up with. “Don’t make up for it. I’m not— you hurt me, Tom, but I’m not angry, not anymore, and I barely blame you for it, though maybe I should. It’s like being a victim can become a habit, and I’m trying to break it, and all I need is for you to help me do that. Don’t make up for it. I want you to be you. That’s what I like.”

“It’s not something to be turned on and off.” He clicks his tongue and Draco moves forward, and you pick up the trot to get ahead of him again, continuing to lead the way. 

“Well, you can wake me up when you dream.” You shrug. “That would be a start.” 

“You can do the same.” His voice is light. You catch a small smile on his lips. 

“Oh, we making deals now?” You lean your head back, looking up at the blazing sky. Pink clouds wandering through bloody red, darkening. A cold breeze searching for warmth to steal. 

“I got the impression you wanted equality.” He almost chides you, teasing, and you feel your heart lift. 

“So, we’re in agreement, then.” Ahead of you, an overcropping looms, dark and sharp rock casting a shadow over the ridge you wander on. “You wake me, I wake you.”

You step into the shadow of the overcropping, cool air raising the hair on your arms. You urge Nifty forward, thirsting for the view, the rush of a great height, the faint fear of a vertiginous cliff. The dark edge of the rock over you comes into sight, the ridge you walk on curling around it. Your eyes pin to the darkening sky beyond it, now a deep, warm orange, and, slowly, you turn the corner. 

The cliff drops off in front of you. The view underneath it brings layers upon layers of green; hills and rippling grass, pathways and roads cutting through them. On the horizon, the dark, glowing smudge of a city stands, faint lights twinkling. Above, there’s color. Beyond description, sprawled out luxuriously across the dome of the sky. Deep blues twist into pinks and oranges and purples, splattered with the brightest stars shining through. The sun rests half-gone on the stark line of the horizon, the space around it golden. Wind whistles and the horses grow still, almost respectful of the culmination of the long walk they’d just taken. 

“How did you find this?” Tommy asks quietly.

You shrug. “Had a bad day. Wanted to find the ends of the earth.”

For a while, you watch the sun lower, the sky darken, and the world slowly fall asleep. The horses swish their tails, ears turned back to listen to any possible cues you might give. Twilight comes, and faint purple surrounds you. 

“We should go back.” Tommy breaks the silence, tugging on the reins to back his horse away, about to turn towards the overcropping’s edge, back to where you came from.

“No,” you say.

“No?” 

“No.” You shake your head. “We’re staying here until it’s dark. The horses can find their way at night.”

“Why would we do that?” There’s faint amusement in his deep voice. 

“Because.” You turn to look at him. “How long has it been since you wasted some time? How long’s it been since you fully watched the sunset?”

He considers you, blue eyes holding as much darkness as the falling night, then his lips purse slightly and he nods to you. “We stay til the sun is gone. No longer.”

“No longer.” You mock him, shooting him a grin. “C’mon, Tom, waste a moment with me and quit thinking about the work you have to do at home.” 

He offers you a faint smile back, lifting his chin to face the lilac horizon. “The air is cleaner up here. Helps clear the muck.”

“It’s crisp. Makes you feel a little more alive.” That’s why you brought him here, to the end of your little earth, this cliff’s edge between the city, the wild lands, and Arrow House. For some, the rush of the cool night air would mean little. But the two of you have learned that the smaller things in life are what keep you alive. The two of you know how to give yourself another reason. 

“Yep.” There’s a sort of settling in the word, like he’s come back to himself after a long day of pretending to be someone else. It’s low and rumbling, quiet, like he’s holding something else back, too hesitant to place another phrase into the ether between you. 

“What?” You ask, twisting to place a hand on the cantle of your saddle and face him. 

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“It’s never nothing with you.” You say it gently, and Draco’s ears prick towards you, recognizing your calming tone of voice. “Too much going on in that head for it to be nothing.” 

“I said it was nothing, then it’s nothing.” His voice grows defensive. 

“Alright.” You look back at the sunless sky, light still spread over the horizon like a blanket. “It’s nothing.” 

—

You’ve known he’s been hiding something for a while now. He’s good at hiding it, you’ll admit that, but still, you can see it. He allows you to probe his day, his work, his thoughts, except for certain odd corners. Little details he won’t confide, locations and names and blocks of time that he leaves out. You don’t ask him why, don’t ask him what. His words amble through your mind, and you track them carefully, trying to piece it together. You remember infiltration, and you remember the men who touched you, the men who drugged you, the men who hurt you and never faltered. 

Part of you blames yourself for the events that transpired next. You hoard your worries like a dragon with gold, unwilling or unable to disrupt the peace that hovers over Arrow House. The men who came after you are dead, and the fear of being pushed out, thrown into a world that will never welcome you, has dissipated. You are too much a coward to speak up. 

It happens all at once, it seems. Your slow, steady life speeds up exponentially, cascading out from a single, horrible event. 

Night falls. The horses sleep in their stables or out in the pasture, and the house is quiet. You sit on the floor in the entryway, toying with the hem of your shirt, worry icing your veins over like some internal ice age. Time ticks on, and you’ve heard nothing from him, and you hate to be the woman left at home, waiting for the man to come back. Part of your independence fades away the longer you sit and wait for him. Still, his line of work is dangerous, and he usually calls. 

You lean your head back and close your eyes. The silence buzzes around you. Frances has gone to sleep already. Your mind drifts, and despite your best efforts, you slip into a kind of frenzied stupor, images flashing in your mind's eye, brow furrowing, not quite awake but not quite asleep. 

The front door bangs open and you’re on your feet, backing away and drawing yourself up, preparing to fight. The world spins; you stood up too fast. Bright lights shine into your eyes, and a silhouette marches up the doorway, shouting something you don’t comprehend and you stumble backwards, about to turn and run. 

“Help me get him inside!” 

You recognize the voice and falter, poised, ready to bolt. 

“I said, help me get him inside! Come on, don’t bloody run away from me. Help me!” Arthur. His voice shakes, anger and fear mixed together. “Come on, woman, get your man.” 

You come back to yourself and walk forward, then, as Arthur comes fully into view, start into a jog. You see blood. Smeared up his front, as if he’d been carrying someone bleeding profusely. Your heart stutters in your chest and you flat-out run towards the car in the driveway. Arthur follows behind you. 

You find Thomas laying in the back seat and your eyes sweep quickly over his body. Eyes open, breathing hard, fresh blood spilling from what looks to be his chest, dripping down onto the seat beneath him. He groans and writhes, as if trying to escape the apparent pain, then falls still and quiet when his eyes land on you.

“What did you do?” You matter to him as Arthur appears behind you. Silently, you move over to let him take Tommy’s front half and drag him out of the car, then you take up the rear and support his legs, holding him up. 

“Got himself shot, is what he did.” Arthur shakes his head, face in sharp relief in the headlights. “Shoulda seen the other men, though.” 

“Do you know what happened?” You reach the doorstep and head inside. Arthur seems to know where to go, what to do, so you follow his lead. You’ve done many things in your life, but doctoring a gunshot wound is not one of them. “Why didn’t you take him to the hospital?”

“Just a bullet.” He shrugs and moves into the kitchen, pulling out a chair to place Tommy down on it. 

“Just a bullet?” You stare at him, momentarily stunned by the incredulity of this family and the amount of bullshit stored in their heads. 

“Aye. Just a fucking bullet, isn’t that right, Tom?” Arthur cuffs his shoulder and Tommy nods vaguely, his eyes still stuck on you. He’s been quiet. Too quiet. “Alright, you stay with him, keep him upright, keep his fucking eyes open. Got it?” 

“Got it.” You don’t ask where he’s going, just watch him stalk off, with that predator’s walk all the brother’s seem to have, one filled with confidence and self-assertion. Once he’s gone, you turn to Tommy, lean down, and lift his chin. “What the fuck did you do?” 

Clear blue eyes stare into yours, and you can almost see the thoughts chugging behind them, despite the pain he must be in. 

“Thomas.” Your other hand reaches out and slowly shifts his jacket away from the right side of his chest, where most of the blood appears to be coming from. A hole in his shirt, turning the white to pure crimson, not on his chest, but on his shoulder, marks where the bullet pierced him. “You tell me. You tell me what happened before Arthur comes back, or I will make a not-fun experience even worse.” 

Your heart races. His eyes slowly close and you shake him roughly. He winces, brow furrowing, tsking quietly. “There’s been a setback. It’ll be dealt with.” 

“A setback in what?” Your tone darkens. His eyes open and bore into yours, gaze so intense that chills rise up your spine. He doesn’t respond, so your grip on his chin tightens. “A setback in what?” 

“There’s a girl. Hollis. Went to get her out today. Found a man with her. I couldn’t let him fucking live. Couldn’t do it.” His eyes stay steady on yours. “The bartender heard me. Sent men in. Got lucky getting out the way I did.”

“Thomas,” Your tone is deadly quiet. “You killed a client. You were seen on the way out. They know who you are. They probably followed you here. There’s no fucking muzzle on the mouth that just bit you, and they are coming after you. I told you that you couldn’t win this war.” 

He groans, leaning his head back on the chair. His blood drips serenely onto the floor. “It’ll be handled.”

You grab his shoulder, just above the bullet wound, and he gasps as the pressure shifts the skin around it. “You’ve doomed us both. Do you understand that? You’ve fucked both of us over and there’s nothing—”

You take a breath, then stand up, turning to face the door. “There’s nothing you can do…”

But you. You can stop all of this in a moment. You can satisfy the bloodlust and the predatory need of the men he’s angered, you can give them a chew-toy, a distraction, a pacification. There’s an extra pair of lights pulling into the driveway.

You look down at him. “You fucker.”

You almost laugh. You either comply, give yourself up, or you watch Tommy and Arthur and likely Frances and Charlie be killed or, worse, taken in. This is the fragile thing about freedom. It doesn’t fully belong to you, not now, not ever. It relies on a web of people to hold you up, and when one person stumbles and falls, the rest tumbles down with it. You just didn’t expect that person to be Tommy. Freedom is the line that connects you to him, and you are about to hang yourself with it. 

There’s a try at the front door, then the quiet clicking of someone picking the lock. Footsteps move slowly into the house, at least four pairs of them.

You take one final look at him. You are Tantalus submerged in water, the apple above you, and you have given up on reaching. Those blue eyes, that perfect face, the sudden realization in his expression. 

“Run,” he says. “Just fucking run. Forget about us and run.”

You shake your head. “I fucking love you, you know that?” 

It’s the trolley problem. It’s a philosopher’s dream. It’s the moment that you decide what kind of person you want to be. It’s when you decide, finally, that you won’t run. 

There’s a rumbling sound in your ears, like thousands of people rolling over in their graves. There’s a look on his face that you’ve never seen before, some kind of shock and awe and terror and deep, unspeakable sadness. You smile faintly as the footsteps stop in the doorway and, out of the corner of your eye, you see a gun raised to point directly at him. 

You will walk gladly into hell knowing that you’ve caught a glimpse of heaven. You will face the brimstone face on, and you won’t expect to be saved. There is no purgatory for you, not anymore. This body belongs to you. Nothing they do to it will ever change that. It is yours, it is yours, it is yours. In a thousand agonies, it belongs to you, and you love it for that fact. 

You turn to face the men in the doorway, slowly raising your arms above your head. You are a child again, and you are watching your mother give you away, and you are watching the first love of your life be shot. Never again. Never again will you helplessly stand by as someone you love is hurt. 

As you step away, giving yourself up to the men who will never care for you, never respect any part of you, never see you as anything more than a few holes to use, you hear a quiet response behind you. 

“I love you, too.”

[kyhgwts]

summary: Draco is your favorite… especially when you’re in heat. (1.7k)

WARNING: daddy kink, hybrid bunny reader, very big size kink, innocent, loss of virginity, dumbification, needy reader. (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: hybridbunny!reader x daddy!draco

Draco and his friends found you in the forbidden forrest when they had been messing around. They we’re definitely confused at first, not only were hybrids very rare but pretty hybrids were… lord you were a sight to see for Draco.

You seemed hurt, you were mewling. A gash across your leg. Draco and his friends had taken you in, you didn’t know how to talk all that well or communicate. But you knew you liked Draco, after he helped clean up your cut and heal it you were attached to him. Everyone knew he was your favorite, and that you were his favorite, there was no questions asked.

Draco fell for you even harder than you fell for him, which is very hard. He treated you like a princess, and you stayed in his bed all day till he got back from classes, then he would give you all his attention till he had to go back the next day.

You were his little bunny baby, and you couldn’t have asked for a better life at the moment.

—

You were in tears, rubbing your princess parts against Draco’s blankets. He was in classes and you were aching. You had been at it for hours not understanding what was happening.

When Draco walked in he was stunned. The first day he had found you and healed you, you had made him so hard by all your little noises. From then on all he wanted to do was fuck you hard and good, then baby you afterwards and give you the best after care. But he didn’t, you were innocent.

But seeing you as he walked in, grinding down onto his blankets with tears in your eyes as you mewled and whined made him absolutely feral.

You gasp when you notice him scrambling to get to him, he rushed over.

‘woah, woah, woah, what’s going on here baby’ he whispered wiping away your tears.

‘my princess parts, mm they hurt daddy!’ you whine pawing at him, ears dropped.

‘how long has this been going on for?’ he asks, you try to tug at him.

‘full day.’ you say, you still hadn’t had all of your vocabulary down. Since you’ve been with him for only 4months but you have learned a lot.

‘Is my baby in heat? hm?’ he asked.

‘heat?’ you repeat, he begins to take off his clothes and you’re nearly soaking by now. Slick between your thighs.

‘daddy knows just the way to make you feel better, lay down on your back for me bunny’ he said, you obeyed immediately. Once he had all his clothes off he climbed into the bed with you.

‘it hurts!’ you whine pulling him to you, he was nervous. Not because he was new, god no. He was scared, not only because you were so little and soft but also because he hasn’t done anything like this with you before.

You had started calling him daddy on your own. He was startled when you first called him it, absolutely rocked to his core. You hadn’t even known why you called him it, but it was fitting. You were his baby bunny and he was your daddy.

‘I’ll make you feel better, alright?’ he says, you nod.

‘please’ you whisper grabbing at him, not caring if you are being overly needy. He obeyed leaning down and giving you a quick kiss to which you froze.

‘Don’t know how to kiss?’ he teased, you pout at him making fun of you.

‘kiss?’ you whisper pulling your forehead to him. He usually kissed your forehead, he had never kissed your lips. He let out a chuckle kissing your forehead.

‘i can kiss you everywhere if i wanted.’ he said, you make a confused face and then shook your head no. He grinned, without warning he started kiss all over your face making you giggle and squirm.

But when he started to slowly kiss down your neck you froze. Pawing at him with confusion and lust.

‘mmm feels weird’ you say, he pulls away and you whine.

‘No! no! felt good!’ you say desperately, he smirks.

He leans back down kissing your neck again, you moan.

He caressed your body making chills erupt from you, he started biting on your neck making a surprised yelp come out of you.

‘does that hurt?’ he asked, you are silent. He pulls away from your neck looking at you, your eyes blown wide.

‘baby what’s wrong?’ he asked, you swallow hardly.

‘felt good, really good’ you whisper, he grins then laughing a little at you.

‘don’t laugh!’ you whine pushing his shoulder

He began at it again, kissing and biting at your neck making you more and more desperate.

‘help’ you whisper, Draco looked down at your lower half you trying to get your underwear off.

‘uncomfortable’ you whine, he pulls down your underwear throwing them to the floor. He then helps take off your shirt.

You felt Draco nudging at your entrance and you whimper holding onto his arm.

‘does it hurt?’ he asks stopping his movements, you shake your head.

‘no feel good’ you say, eyes all big and doey making him incredibly hard.

He slowly inched himself inside you, making you let out little noises that had him groaning. Once he was fully settled inside you, you began to move your hips trying to get the friction your body was telling you it needed.

He began to help you, slowly easing you to relax while he did all the work. You moan softly as he slowly thrusted into you.

He made a particularly hard thrust on accident, making you choke on your moan. He was going to apologize until your body shivered and you whined.

‘Oh, you like that? hm?’ he whispered, you nod intensely making him smirk.

He then began to get rough, but not too rough. Making you lose your mind. He brought your leg up and over his shoulder making your mouth hang open as you cry out.

‘daddy!’ your eyes flutter close, choking on small moans.

‘i know i know, shhh’ he whispers kissing behind your ear making you shiver.

His repetitive thrusts making your toes curl and your breath escape you.

His hands holding onto your hips, his right arm keeping you leg up. His left hand slowly made it down his thumb circling your clit making you gasp. Your hands fly out to pull him down close to you.

‘more’ you plead, he shakes his head.

‘if i go any harder on you i might just break you baby’ he says, you shake your head repeatedly saying no.

‘more please’ you whine pulling at his hair, he groans cursing under his breath.

‘daddy’ it was barley above a whisper, he shook his head in disbelief. You really knew how to get your way with him.

Before you knew it he was pounding into you, hard and fast. It felt so good but at the same time you didn’t know what to do with the sudden pleasure.

Your hands try to find stability, your eyes rolling back as you gap.

‘UGH’ you cry hands grabbing onto his back, nails scratching leaving small marks on his back.

‘Take it.’ he said, you whine.

‘you wanted it and now you have to take it. you feel good? yes?’ he says, you whine nodding your head.

‘feel good, i do’ you whimper, shaking your head.

All you could think about in the moment is how good he was making you feel, and how he didn’t even have to do it for you. You were so thankful that you had him, someone who helped you through your ‘heat’.

You began to get closer, legs tired, voice sore, and mouth agape.

One particular thrust made a weird sensation filling in your belly. You whine grabbing at his arms.

Your pleasure became so powerful you couldn’t help but cry, your body letting him take control.

‘m’ gonna pee!’ you cry, he shakes his head.

‘no’ he whispers, you nod and plea.

‘yes daddy, mm i’m gonna pee!’ you whine shaking your head, tears leaking out of your eyes.

‘shhhh, baby no your not just let it happen okay?’ he says, you trust him, so you relax into his arms a little.

Your body suddenly locks all your limps and your frozen in place mouth hung open as your eyes slammed shut.

And you came.

‘DADDY!’ you cry out, your body exhausted. Your pussy throbbing as he continued to thrust into you.

‘no! no! no!’ you push at his lower stomach, he shushed you pulling out as he released onto your stomach.

‘okay, okay baby’ he rubs up and down your body helping you come down from your high.

‘how do you feel?’ he whispers kissing your forehead, you whimper.

‘no talking?’ he asks smirking, you shake your head.

You were about to fall asleep till he urged you to take a bath. He carry’s you into the bathroom placing you on the counter giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

Once everything was ready he carried you to the bath and placed you in between his legs.

He helped wash your hair and your body making sure you were relaxed at all times.

Once you were both done, he helped you dry off. Putting you in underwear and one of his y-shirts. He made the bed with new sheets and blankets, casting a warm charm since you had complained about being cold.

You got inside of it, and he swears to merlin he heard you purr or something around that aspect. He climbs in with you and your immediately making yourself comfortable getting on top of him and snuggling him.

He rubs your back and combs through your hair with his hand, you soundlessly asleep within minutes.

There was a knock at the door to which Draco rolled his eyes, there was no way in hell he was moving and risking you waking up.

‘come in’ he said, Blaise and Theo walking in.

‘I need me a woman honestly, what am i doing wrong’ Blaise complains as he walks in seeing you asleep snuggled all up in Draco’s space. Draco grinned, knowing he was the only one who could have you.

[bettercallwillow]

amab vers.

my darling princess; draco malfoy

summary; after a stressful day, you go back to draco's dorm and he makes sure you feel better

warnings; soft!dom!draco, daddy kink, fingering, penetration, praise kink, aftercare, petnames (bunny, darling, love, princess)

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You huffed in frustration as you left the potion's classroom; another detention and this time you hadn't even done anything. You basically ran through the corridors, wanting nothing more than to just be with your boyfriend.

Arriving at the door to the common room, you took a moment to catch your breath before speaking the password, "Caput Draconis," Moments later, the door opened, revealing a set of stairs that led down to the room.

You wasted no time in rushing across the communal area, not even greeting your friends, and you sped towards Draco's dorm. Opening the door with enough force to nearly tear it off it's hinges, you felt yourself relax slightly when you saw him.

He was on his bed, a cigarette in one hand and an old book in the other. The door opening had startled him, making him jump and drop his cigarette onto the forest green sheets below him, "Shit," he cursed, quickly picking it up as to not burn them, "Scared me, bunny, what's wrong?"

You frowned, your school bag making a loud thud noise as it hit the floor, "M'fucking stressed,"

"No need for the language, princess," Draco tutted, closing his book and placing it on his bedside table after stubbing out his cigarette, "What's happened?" He got up from his bed, walking towards you before opening his arms for a hug.

You fell into Draco's arms immediately, feeling tears sting your eyes as you melted into him, "Just little things, y'know when they all add up and you just wanna scream?" you sighed, "Missed breakfast this mornin', and then I was late to Transfiguration, and then Flint knocked over m'cauldron and Snape gave me a detention,"

Draco pulled away from the hug, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks before using his thumbs to wipe away your fresh tears, "It's okay, darling, you're okay, I'll speak to Snape tomorrow and explain the situation, alright?"

You nodded, sniffling slightly, "Thank you,"

He moved his hands, taking one of yours in his and leading you towards the bed. Sitting down so his back was against the headboard, Draco patted his thigh, signaling for you to climb onto his lap.

Obeying, you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into his chest. "I know something that'll make y'feel better," he spoke, making you lift your head and look up at him.

"And what might that be?" you asked him, a smirk playing on your lips. Draco didn't answer you, but instead clashed his lips against yours. You hummed in satisfaction, kissing back and opening your mouth so his tongue could enter.

You shuffled on top of him, feeling heat pool in your cunt at the feeling of his already hard cock straining against his trousers. After a moment or so, you pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both yours and Draco's lips.

"Lie down f'me, love," he placed his hands on your hips, lifting you off his lap and onto the bed beside him. You didn't have to be told twice, lying down and spreading your legs for him.

"Look at you, being so good for me," Draco grinned, positioning himself so he was kneeling in between your thighs. You flushed at the praise, squirming in anticipation as he traced his hands up your legs.

He lifted up your skirt, giving him a perfect view of your clothed cunt. A groan left his lips at the sight and he hooked his fingers around the delicate lace, pulling them down your thighs before discarding them somewhere in his dorm.

"Already fucking dripping," he smirked down at you, "Such a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yeah, daddy," you let out a soft moan when he positioned his fingers at your entrance, "Your good girl," Draco leant down to place a small kiss on your lips before slowly pushing two of his fingers inside you.

You gasped, shutting your eyes when he curved them and hit your sweet spot. It wasn't long before he set a steady pace, using one hand to keep your legs open whilst the other pumped in and out of you.

Not even minutes had passed and you were a moaning mess under him, your mouth parted slightly and your head thrown back into the pillow beneath you. "Still so tight no matter how many times I stretch you out, eh?" Draco chuckled, speeding up his movements slightly.

"Gonna- Gonna cum, daddy," you mewled, pushing your hips down onto his digits. "Oh yeah?" he teased, moving his thumb so it was rubbing small but fast circles on your clit, "Gonna be a good girl and drench m'fingers?"

You nodded frantically, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood as your orgasm hit you. Draco's hands struggled to keep your legs open as your hips jerked, pleasure rushing over your body and overwhelming you.

"Doin' so well for me, love," Draco muttered in your ear, taking his hand away from your cunt. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste of your release dripping from them, "You ready for m'cock now?"

"Yeah, daddy, want your cock," you breathed, sitting up and reaching for his trousers. The blonde tutted, swatting your hands away, "Just lay down, love, lemme do all the work today, yeah?"

You smiled at him, resting back on your elbows and letting your gaze travel down to his crotch, where his hands were working on removing his belt. He slid it from his pants, tossing it somewhere in the room before undoing the fly.

Draco hastily pushed his trousers down to mid-thigh, along with his boxers, not wanting to waste anymore time; his cock springing free and hitting the bottom half of his shirt. The sight of his length made you impossibly wetter, the tip red and leaking precum.

He grabbed at your legs, pulling you down so you were lay on your back before lining up with your entrance. Giving no warning, he snapped his hips forward, pulling a gasp from your mouth as he filled you to the brim, "Daddy!" you moaned, clenching around him.

"Fuck," he moaned, bending over so his forehead was pressed against yours, "Loosen up, princess, can barely fuck you like this," You let out a shuddery breath, nodding slightly and unclenching, giving him room to start moving.

Pulling out so just the tip was inside, Draco pushed back into with force, almost knocking the air from your lungs. His shaft was pressed against your sweet spot perfectly, massaging it with every move of his hips as he set a steady pace.

The room started to fill with the stench of sex, moans and skin slapping against skin being the only sound heard. "So fucking beautiful when you're like this," Draco breathed, looking down at you with an adoring gaze, "All fucked out and needy f'me,"

"Feels so good, daddy," you babbled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. It was messy, but full of passion and love, teeth clashing against each other every now and again as both of your tongues explored each other's mouths.

You pulled away when you felt pressure build in your abdomen, the pleasure somehow increasing, "M'gonna cum again, please," you whimpered, your hips moving in rhythm with Draco's, "Please, can I cum, daddy?"

"Of course, bunny," he smiled at you, snaking a hand to where your hips met, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, "So good for me, g'won, cum all over daddy's cock,"

The sounds that left your mouth when your orgasm hit were unholy, them alone being enough to bring Draco over the edge. He threw his head forward, his cock buried into you and breathy moans leaving his lips as he emptied his load inside you, "Fuck, Y/N," he spoke through gritted teeth, "So fucking perfect, god,"

The pair of you stayed like that for a moment, him buried up to the hilt in you as you both came down from your high. You whined when he pulled out, a feeling of emptiness coming over you.

"Shh, princess," he hushed, moving some strands of hair out of your face, "Let's go get clean and we can cuddle, yeah?"

You nodded, sitting up from your position and making grabby hands at your boyfriend. Draco let out a small chuckle, getting up from the bed before scooping you up into his arms, "You want a bath, bunny?"

"Yes please," you smiled at him, burying your head into his chest as he carried you into his en-suite bathroom. He lay you down on the counter, placing a small kiss on your forehead before moving over to the bathtub.

"Lavender or honey?" he asked, holding up two bottles of bath soak. You pointed towards the purple-coloured one and he nodded, running the taps before pouring some of the liquid in.

When the bath was run, and many bubbles sat atop the water since Draco had accidentally put too much in, he helped you undress out of your school clothes. He was gentle when he placed you into the bath, and you hummed in content when the hot water engulfed you.

"Feelin' any better?" he asked, kneeling beside the tub and rolling up his sleeves. "Yeah," you answered, looking at him with heavy eyelids, "Thank you, daddy,"

"No problem," he picked up a bottle of shampoo, "Anything for my darling princess,"