#i wanted to do this so bad the entire time i played dh1

[graedari]

Hit his big ol' shiny head Corvo

[dracowars]

Hi could you write something where the reader is on the place of Hermione on the manor during DH1. And Narcissa sees her memories and finds out she's with Draco and how happy he looks with her. Happy ending please🥺 also Hufflepuff reader

daffodil | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 2,3k

summary: where narcissa is y/n's last hope

a/n: rip helen mccrory <3

warnings: angst, torture, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Trying to suppress your tears, you have to helplessly watch as your close friends Harry, Ron and Hermione are pushed away from the large, dark room to the basement, leaving you alone. Not actually alone, but in the sense of everyone who remains in this room now, will not help you out of here. It all began so well and was going smoothly.

Your plan was almost perfect, it should not have failed. Nevertheless, you were caught by Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor, the mansion of the Malfoy family, which ironically also includes your boyfriend. Draco, of course, did not know about your plan, otherwise he might have accidentally given something away. You wanted to tell him, but you could not bring yourself to do it. You did not want to disappoint your friends and risk your plan. Anyway, it seems like Draco does not know what his own family is up to either.

“So, you are the pathetic little Hufflepuff girl who sniffed around in my dungeon in Gringotts and stole, huh?”, Bellatrix directs her sharp words at you after she made sure that her sister safely locked your friends in the cellar. “Speak!”

“I do not know what you are talking about”, you lie to her, your whole body visibly shaking in fear. You have heard numerous stories about Bellatrix Lestrange, and one was worse than the other. She is merciless and will not stop until she gets what she wants and that is exactly why you are not quite sure yourself why you suddenly have the audacity to lie directly into her face in this moment when it is obvious that you definitely know what she is talking about.

“Do not lie to me, you cheeky brat! How did you get my sword!?”, she furiously screams at you all of a sudden, anger in her eyes, making you shrink back a little. With her crazy sparkling eyes, she takes another step towards you until you retreated so far back against the wall that you have no way out, no way to escape her.

Before you can answer, however, you already feel the tip of her wand against your throat and you have to swallow hard as she drills it deeper, an insane smile on her pale lips.

“Well, if you do not want to speak, I will gladly force you to speak”, she giggles wickedly and before you know it, she harshly grabs you by the arm and forces you onto the cold wooden floor. You can intercept your fall with your hands in the last moment. Scared, you turn around to face her, your gaze falling on Narcissa, who watches the scene unfold in front of her without a word, just like her husband.

Nobody in Draco’s family knows about your relationship and so far, it has always been better that way. Even so, you do not come around wondering what if they did know about it right now. What if his mother knew about your undying love for each other? What if you would tell her right here, right now that you were the one who was always on her son’s side when he felt bad, that you cheered him up in his darkest times and supported him when no one else did. You were with him after he was declared a Death Eater and you were there when he decided against murdering your headmaster. You were there for him all this time when his family was not.

You can’t continue your thoughts when Bellatrix suddenly kicks you in the abdomen and you softly groan in pain, curling up on the floor.

“I will not ask you a second time: Where did you get the Gryffindor sword from?”, Bellatrix interrogates you again and harshly turns you on your back with her foot, using all her strength to prevent you from moving. Slowly she makes it hard for you to breathe and you desperately try to free yourself from her grip – without any success.

Since you still have not answered her question, she ends up pointing her wand at you threateningly again and before you even have the chance to admit anything, she puts an unforgivable curse on you.

“Crucio!”

Your body writhes in pain on the floor, screams escaping your mouth louder and stronger every second. You try to defy the curse, but you are too weak and can’t defend yourself, having to suffer the worst pain you have ever felt in your entire life.

And despite all of this, your thoughts go back to Draco. His smiling face appears in your mind and his gentle laughter echoes in your ears.

“D-Draco”, you gasp in pain and suddenly all of the pain disappears at once. Bellatrix has now lowered her wand and looks at you in confusion. But not only does she, but Draco’s parents as well.

“I did not ask about Draco!”, Bellatrix freaks out again in a matter of seconds and finally crawls over your weakened body, your faces so close to each other that you can feel her breath on your skin. “You have played enough games.”

At her words, you feel this unendurable pain again, but this time it feels different. It does not come from within you, you can still feel your body as a whole, and it feels a lot more realistic until you suddenly feel her rip open your arm with a sharp dagger inch by inch. Screeching in pain, you try to throw her off you, but she presses you onto the hard ground with all of her might and strength.

Exhausted, your head falls to one side, your body twitching at every painful touch on your arm. Tears flow down your already damp cheeks and you look at Draco’s mother through your blurry vision. She has averted her gaze from the terrible scenario.

“D-Draco.. I-“, you stutter out, the feeling of weightlessness from being on the verge of passing out obfuscating your words and thoughts. Still, you know that there is only one last chance that may get you out of here alive, even though you may regret it in the end.

“I love him”, you cry out in a heartbreaking voice which Bellatrix does not seem to mind at all. Narcissa, however, lifts her head in an instant and looks directly at you, her eyes full of sadness as far as you can tell by your restricted vision. Your eyelids are getting heavier by the second and just when you are about to pass out completely, you notice how Narcissa finally comes closer and thus puts an abrupt end to your unbearable pain.

“Legilmens”, her soft broken voice whispers and the world around you begins to spin, to transform.

And suddenly you are peacefully lying in a bed that is all too familiar to you, your gaze focused on the door that is opening at this very moment, revealing none other than Draco himself. You feel strange, weird, as if you have experienced all of this before. As soon as Draco enters the room with his head hanging low, you uncontrollably run into his arms. You speak to him with calming words until everything starts blurring in front of your eyes and you find yourself in a different place.

You are in a flooded bathroom, a slim and fragile figure trembling from crying from the bitter sobs at the sink in front of you.

“Draco”, you hear your own voice softly speak up and he jolts, turning around to you, his eyes red and swollen, his face completely dejected. Not another second goes by and you lie in his arms again, comforting him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. It hurts so much”, Draco’s echoing sobs ring in your ear as he rolls up the sleeve of his white shirt, revealing the Dark Mark. “Please help me.”

However, you are not able to help him because you are forcibly torn away from the moment again and land in a large, wide meadow of flowers. Warmth created by the burning sunlight flows through you and the exclamation of your name from the distance brings a happy smile to your face immediately. Not far from you Draco runs up the hill towards you, a smile as bright and wide as yours decorating his beautiful facial features. Quickly, you get up from the soft picnic blanket that you have placed in the meadow and greet him with a firm hug.

The next moment, you lie on the blanket, hugging and looking up at the clear starry sky after the sun has already set hours ago. Draco repeatedly points to different shining stars which form a constellation, telling you everything he learned in astronomy, while you can’t take your eyes off him.

When he finally notices your gaze, he turns his head towards you so that the tips of your nose are almost touching. Neither of you say a word and you just stare into each other’s eyes lovingly.

“I love you”, your voice carefully confesses and your heart hammers against your chest.

“I love you too”, Draco replies, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.

The safe and happy feeling suddenly gets teared away from you and you find yourself back in the dark room of the Malfoy Manor. Shocked and not so sure about what has just happened, you straighten up. Only now do you realize that Bellatrix had let go of you in the meantime and is now looking down at you with widened eyes, standing closely behind her sister.

It hits you like a train when you realize that Narcissa has just used Legilimency on you, which caused you to be subjected to a rapid succession of passing memory scenes and in some cases even made you briefly lose consciousness. Thus, not only your expressed thoughts or perceptible feelings were revealed to her, but also your hidden feelings and experiences as well as your most secret desires.

An extremely uncomfortable silence arises in the room while all eyes are on you and only you. Lucius and Bellatrix seem rather angry at something, with Narcissa looking at you with pity and sadness.

“Take my hand”, Narcissa breaks the silence first, but because of her words you only look at her in confusion when she extends her hand to you. Looking back and forth between her outstretched hand and her face, for some inexplicable reason, you realize that she actually wants to help you.

As soon as your hands touch, everything around you blurs again and the next thing you know everything goes black. You feel pressure on your body from all directions and you find it difficult to breathe until everything around you takes on its usual color again, allowing you to breathe in deeply.

You feel the ground beneath your feet and notice that you are standing upright. And you notice that your and Narcissa’s hand are still connected. Startled, you pull your hand out of her grasp and look around.

“Where did you take me?!”, you angrily ask her, the place where you are now not seeming familiar to you and the fact that she just kidnapped you after invading your privacy makes you feel even more confused.

“To safety”, Narcissa replies shortly and it seems she wants to add something when her gaze suddenly slides past you, to something hat has now apparently appeared behind you.

“Mum?”

“Draco?”, you breathe out in relief when you hear his voice behind you and immediately turn around to him. Tears well up in your eyes and you run into Draco’s arms at lightning speed, but Draco seems to be quite perplexed. After all, he does not know what happened.

“W-What?”, he tries to form meaningful words while still not returning your hug, standing there rigid and tense.

“She knows about us”, you whisper in his ear while sobbing and his posture relaxes from one second to the other and he wraps his arms tightly around your trembling body without hesitation, his face disappearing in the crook of your neck.

“What happened?”, Draco asks you worried as he gently loosens the hug and takes your face between in his hands, not understanding why you are crying. With a shake of your head, you indicate that you do not want to talk about it and he understands, giving you the space you need, before his gaze falls back on his mother, who is watching you two silently.

“I am sorry”, Narcissa finally clears her throat, causing you to look at her as well. Tears have now also formed in her eyes, but her lips are adorned by a gentle smile as she looks at you. “It should never have come to this.”

“Why did you do that? Why did you help me?”, you want to know and step closer to her, your hand intertwined with Draco’s.

“I was inside of your head and saw all of your memories”, she explains and while she nervously plays with the long black sleeves of her beautiful dress, she looks up from the ground again. “I have seen how happy you make my son. I could not let them harm you or it would break him. You- You are too important to Draco.”

You are speechless at her words and Draco seems pretty stunned by what his mother said as well. Before either of you can comment on it though, she speaks up again.

“I will make sure that your friends get free”, she adds, letting her inner conflict reflect in her soft voice. “Stay with Draco. You are safe here until I have clarified everything. I will come back.”

“Mum-“

“I promise you that everything will be fine”, she gently smile at him, giving both of you a loving hug, before she disapparates into thin air and probably reappears where she has just saved your life moments ago.

[justdishonoredthings]

If they do come through with a Dishonored 3, I’d love to see how they show the world to work now that the Outsider is no longer the ruler of the void (Regardless of good or bad ending). Like, what if with the outsider gone, there’s no one to control who can and can’t get their powers from the void? What if another cult rises up and tries to put in place their own form of the outsider? Or with the outsider gone, it gives backing to the Abby and they use it to push forward a political agenda?

But never ever gonna stop loving me some Outsider. No matter who tries to take his place lol

1. At the start of TheVeiled Terror, the removal of the Outsider causes multipleinter-dimensional rifts to open up across the whole world. That’s a symptom of(in one interpretation) the turbulence, or friction, produced as one dimensiongrinds against another; but overall I’d be less interested in how the world ofDishonored functions without our void god behind the scenes, and moreinterested in how the world changes due to socio-political development. Theoriginal driving force behind DH1 isn’t magic, it’s treason and an industrialrevolution. So the “end of the world” scenario has already been shown, albeitfrustratingly in a novel and not in a game, and I think that allows a potentialDH3 the opportunity to show the lack of void deity in an entirely new way.

2. If the Outsider is gone then it’s very likely there would beno one to hand out magic powers like the Outsider did with his Mark. I agreethat magic powers are cool (or void powers like Billie’s, but if we go with atime jump and completely new set of characters, then she’s out of the picture,)and they’re definitely part of the gameplay experience, but as a worldbuildingpoint? The human, tangible world of Dishonored doesn’t need magic to function. It’s not Discworld where the entire Disc is held together and sustained bya magical field that emanates from and grounds itself in Cori Celesti, thetallest mountain in the world at the centre of the Disc on which the godsreside; and it’s not Arda in The Lord of the Rings where at some point in the past, the gods reshaped theearth to make it round instead of flat, and made the earth orbit the suninstead of the other way around.

If you played Dishonored 2 without any knowledge of the previouscontent and you engaged only minimally with the magical storylines in the game,how compelling of a story is it? There’s the void séance, Delilah’s spirit andher heart; but the day-to-day content – and the acrobatic and weapons part ofthe game – contains very little magical plot. It’s never clear what exactlyDelilah did to the Void and if it’s good or bad; it’s not clear what her endgame is in creating her painting.

3. From a world-building perspective: why does there need to besomeone in charge of choosing who gets magic powers? For that matter, why dothere need to be people with magic powers? Again I get that magical abilitiesare a very cool gameplay mechanic but given the highly unsatisfying nature ofDOTO, the magical elements of DH2, and magic treated in the novels, thefranchise needs to make some difficult decisions concerning what story it wantsto tell via the rules of mundane and arcane lore being used in the universe.Does magic present great power, but ultimately corrupt (as in someinterpretations of the main Star Wars films); or is magic simply another toolthat people may use with practise, that requires time and energy (such as inHarry Potter or some of Brandon Sanderson’s books); or is it the ultimate powerfantasy, such as in The Veiled Terrorwhere runes allow for dimension jumps and teleportation, Void stone can becombusted for antigravity effects for war machines, and the Altar of the Cultof the Outsider is used to produce a shade that can use the rifts to time-traveland teleport?

4. It’s highly likely that another cult rises up and tries to create their own Outsider. Like Harvey Smith said in his twitter exchange about the Void and its deities (thanks @billielurk), the Void hungers for a representational deity and also undergoes long periods with one or multiple or zero such beings.

5. The Abby doesn’t exist anymore, so I doubt they’d be pushing any political agenda. At the beginning of The Veiled Terror, accompanying the proliferation of open dimensional rifts everywhere, the Abbey suffers multiple misadventures and is eventually dissolved by Empress Emily. It’s difficult to say precisely what happened and in what order, partly cos some is rumour and some is the POV, Billie, recalling things out of order, but with some reading between the lines:

the High Overseer is possessed at long distance by the witches (Lucinda and Caitlin) who Mesmerized Daud at the end of The Return of Daud, and calls for a meeting of high Abbey officials before murdering them and being overpowered

Emily orders the Abbey disbanded, and the Overseers mostly surrender, but the soldiers who are sent after the Oracular Order sisters are also possessed by the two witches and hunt down the sisters with extreme prejudice and violence

Billie suspects that with the loss of the Outsider, all artefacts created to tap into his power start misbehaving, such that the runes and bone charms collected by the Overseers drive them mad, contributing to the violence within Abbey strongholds

or that, sensing the Outsider was gone, the Abbey tried its own dark rituals to restore a deity to the Void in his position (which we know can’t be done without the Twin-Bladed Knife, but that’s beside the point) and these backfired in some way and lead to a magical madness

the last two points may actually be the doing of the Queen of Morley’s shade - who can teleport and time-travel using the rifts - seeding chaos and changing historical events throughout time (though why she would be doing that? I don’t know)

It’s messy and does not treat the Sisters of the Oracular Order well, but I think the author (or someone) realised that you can’t have a proper Abbey without the Outsider as a spiritual one-blame-fits-all being. 

It would be entirely within Dishonored’s setting for anotherorganisation to spring up; though I have to admit it would be depressing forthere to be another “Abbey” that oppresses people in a similar manner to theoriginal. Also keep in mind that the Abbey is too diffuse an organisation tocombat magic users effectively: Corvo, Emily and Billie can move against themas individuals with assassin training, and witches can infiltrate them usingJindosh technology and witchcraft. On the other end of the spectrum, a verysmall and tight-knit anti-magic organisation would forever be in danger ofrunning afoul of one or another administrative body – indeed, the Abbey only ruledthe Empire spiritually because they defeated all the other religious sects inbattle in the past. There might be such an organisation but political, subtleor in force, I don’t think it’s going to be the Abbey.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

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