#ooc: so whoo i have stuff to do now also this was a fun ask lol

[drifting-stars-dipper]

*poofs from purple smoke and takes off my hat* Hello young Master Pines! How are you today? May I ask how the search for your sister going? *takes my hat and puts it back on my head*

I know the multiverse is quite daunting but I’m sure you will find her soon enough. In fact that’s why I’m here! To give you this.

*pulls out a small leather bound book with mysterious symbols on it and hands it to you* a guide to the multiverse for you! It is written in my native tongue so it might be hard to read but, for someone like you it will be cake. Anyways take care young Master Pines. I’ll see you soon I hope.

*poofs into the same purple smoke and disappears without a trace*

I... feel like accepting that, yeah, sure. I've certainly seen weirder. But "young master Pines"? What's that all about?

*He shrugs and opens the book." Whoa. Hard to read, but... if they're right and this is a guide... maybe it'll help me find Mabel? And... avoid more of those bad universes. *He mutters to himself.* Still not good after that last one.

*He starts to flip through the book, squinting at the letters. He'll definitely be looking at this whenever he has free time.*

[hiatus-for-forever]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: For his birthday, Bakugou gets a date with his crush while they set up a party at the dorms

A/N: This is late cuz I had writers block during his birthday.

Quirk:  You can control plants and make them grow from the ground. You need a base through, like a seed or root and you can make it grow from that. You can move it and make it grow bigger and taller than it is (i.e. you can make a flower huge if you wanted to). If overused, you get dizzy and could pass out.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, cursing, suggestive content somewhere, ooc Bakugou

WC: 1,711

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You were in the common area as they were explaining the plan to you. The doofuses, also known as the entirety of class 1A, made a plan called Operation: Blaze It which was trying to surprise Bakugou with a birthday party. People were planning how to set everything up and decorate a cake you made beforehand. 

At the moment, the said hot-headed man was training with Todoroki, knowing there was no way he would turn down a chance to beat the half-and-half bastard’s ass as a birthday present . As the rest of the class trying to convince you to go through with distracting Bakugou, you were sitting there shaking your head.

“Nope, not doing it” you said, lips pressed to a thin line

“Please!” Kaminari pleaded

“Nuh uh”

“But all the other girls are busy, you already did your part by making the cake”

You liked Bakugou, that part everyone suspected but you never confirmed. Rightfully so as they only occasionally bothered you about him. But it was these times when they pushed you together you regretted enjoying the special treatment he gave you. He yelled and cursed at you less, even being caught helping you out with lessons or training from time to time. 

“Why does it need to be a girl? Can’t Kirishima do it? Y’know being the only other guy he doesn’t completely hate!?” You tried to reason

“Nope, he’s using his teeth to help open packaging later” Sero adds

“What about Jiro? She never annoy Bakugou and she’s not annoying” You suggested

“I disagree” Kaminari butts in, passing by while holding a box of decorations to be hidden.

“As you said, they never talk, it would be uncomfortable”

You grumbled, after going through a list of anyone else but you. They gave out excuse after excuse, hiding the real reason they wanted you to do it this way. In reality, the Bakusquad promised Bakugou a date with you. You didn’t know, of course, as they didn’t know for sure if you liked him back and just used this excuse. 

“Oh yeah and the reservation is under your name” Kaminari said

“.....What?” you seethed. They said to distract him, not to take him out on a date!

“So you take him out to a cafe and keep him away from the dorms until about 6:30 pm” Kaminari said as you tried to swing at him

“So this was set in stone and I had to argue for nothing!? You bitch!” Ojiro had to step in and hold you back with his tail as Kaminari cowered behind Tokoyami and some others in charge of buying more stuff. 

“You should get changed, they’re gonna be back soon” Ojiro sweat-dropped as you glared at him. You sighed

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, the dumbass Pikachu is the only one with a death wish here” you growled as Kaminari ran to ‘uh- check on the stuffs’. Ojiro let you go and you stormed off to your room.

You put on a some denim pants with a simple black off shoulder shirt. You wore black boots and stuffed your phone and wallet into your purse. You finished light makeup and brushed your hair. You headed down and as you exited the elevator you heard a whistle from Kaminari

“Whoo Y/N you look hot. Looking pretty for your date I see” he smirked

“Dumbass Pikachu” you grumbled and sat on the couch with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face. Kirishima came and sat next to you, “Bakugou’s just getting ready, here, to pay for your date” he handed you some money.

“It’s not a fucking date” you said lowly and Kirishima chuckled, “sure” he said and walked away.

You slumped back down in the couch and took out your phone and scrolled through Instagram. The elevator was heard opening and Bakugou stepped out and Kaminari hollered at him too, this guy does not stop bugging you two. 

“Wow Bakugou, it’s the first time I’ve seen you wear something this nice” he said. Bakugou glared at him as he cowered away, “Your date’s over there” Sero snickered and pointed at your direction, Bakugou already making his way over.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” you and him yelled simultaneously as they did so. You directed your glare at the floor and grabbed Bakugou by his wrist, missing the way his cheeks tainted pink. “Let’s go” you said and pulled him outside.

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The walk to the cafe was quiet, the cafe itself being really busy and known for its amazing treats and coffees. You can’t really walk in in the middle of the day expecting to find a seat as to why they had to call in for reservation. The place was pretty much full, not being as noisy as the people respected the fact it’s a cafe people come to enjoy their time. You told the busy waitress your name as she directed you two to a table and excused herself to get back to her work. 

You sat across from Bakugou and looked at the menu. You looked up from the menu and met Bakugou’s eyes. Deciding to break the ice he sighed, “Sorry you were dragged into this” 

You smiled nervously, since neither of you knew how the other got in this position internally screamed at yourself ‘DOES HE KNOW ITS A DISTRACTION? WHAT DID THEY TELL HIM? SHRUG IT OFF SHRUG IT OFFFFF’ 

“It’s fine, they gave us money to spend so let’s waste it all” you laughed as you swore his lips curved up a little. A waiters and waitresses were talking and sent a waiter to your table. You noticed this and told Bakugou to be ready with his order. Then you got an idea to mess with him. 

You jokingly gasped and he looked up at you, “Do I dare? Do I dare tell the waiters it’s your birthday?” You teased

His eyes widened and gave you a scowl, “Absolutely the fuck not” he said

You giggled and shook your head, “I’m just kidding, I won’t”

The waiter was called to a different table and he told a waitress to take care of your orders. She walked up to you, “So, what can I get for this lovely couple?’ she smiled

Your faces turned red as you looked away from each other, “We’re not dating” you said as Bakugou shook his head with a ‘nope’. 

She apologized as she took your orders, yours being a parfait and his being coffee jelly. She wrote it all down and walked away as you two were left with an awkward silence. You pulled out your phone and discreet picture of him and posting it on Instagram with the caption ‘aww he’s not screaming 💥💘 @bakugou_katsuki #BlazeIt’  You said, hinting at his party

He was scrolling through social media too and saw the picture he looked up at you and you giggled. He smirked and took a picture of you too laughing your ass off and posted it with the caption ‘This bitch is so annoying get her away from me 😠 fuck you @Y/N-the-flower’

You pouted at him and went to your phone to comment

‘no u’

You smirked at him and laughed. He snickered with you, the awkwardness finally fading away. You turned off your phone, refusing to look at the comments of yours and Bakugou’s pictures

U 2 having fun? 😚

Get some!!1!

Yall should just fuck already

The tips of his ears turned red as he read the comments and mumbled, “These fuckers”

You pushed his phone to his chest, “bitch, don’t mind them” You smiled and he put his phone away. The treats came and the waitress set down a milkshake, “Um, we didn’t order this” you said politely.

“Oh excuse me, it’s on the house for those cute couples who haven’t got together yet” You blushed again, and he scowled at her as the young girl chuckled, “Thought so”

She placed the parfait in front of you and the coffee jelly in front of Bakugou and the milkshake in between you two while setting down two straws. “Enjoy!” she said happily and left you two. You looked at him and shrugged as you pulled the parfait closer and stuck the spoon in the chocolate strawberry treat. You brought some of it to your mouth and brought your lips around it, moaning at the sweet taste. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly at the whole thing, blushing and feeling his pants tighten. You looked at him, “dude, why aren’t you eating the food here is so fucking good” you said, unintentionally making a suggestive comment. 

“Uhm...” he said slowly taking a spoonful of his coffee jelly. You got another scoop of parfait and kept the spoon in your mouth a little longer. Bakugou was watching you with a weird abnormal expression in his eyes. You gazed at him with questioning eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you want some?” you asked and scooped some in the same spoon you used and brought it to his lips. 

The cool metal hitting his lips snapped him out as he reluctantly let you feed him. “You’re right, it is good” he grumbled. “Why were you acting weird anyway?” You asked, noticing how uncomfortable he looked. You slipped your foot out of the boot when you realized why, and rubbed it against the bulge you knew was in his pants. “Stop it!” he growled as you laughed and slipped your foot back in your boot.

 You smirked, “aww hell yeah, I fed Bakugou Katsuki without dying and I teased him” you cheered

He shoved a spoon of coffee jelly in your mouth to shut you up. “Now were even, and not a fucking word about this to the others!” he told you. You just giggled and nodded, swallowing the coffee jelly. You went back to eating as you just realized you indirectly kissed him...twice. You shook your head to push the thought to the back of your mind and ate another spoonful of parfait. 

You finished your parfait quickly as Bakugou did with his treat too. You both stared at the milkshake until you decided to speak up. “So, we gonna share?” you asked handing him a straw and taking the other for yourself. You grinned at him, “Wanna do that thing when we share and drink at the same time?” 

He shrugged, trying to hide the fact his heart was pounding. You took the straw from the paper and stuck it in, mixing up the contents of the tall glass. You then brought licked the unmixed whipped cream that remained on the top part of the straw, leaving some milkshake on your cheek. 

He called your attention, “You have a little something there” he said and pointed to your cheek, you licked as far as you could tasting some on your tongue so you thought, you got it. 

“Is it gone?”

“Ugh, dumbass”  he groaned and reached to swipe the drink off your cheek

“Thanks” you mumbled, turning a bright shade of pink

“Oh, what happened to confident little Y/N? Does touching your cheek make you blush?” he mocked

“Shut up, idiot” you said and grabbed his straw and put it on the other side of the milkshake. “Let’s take the picture”

“We’re taking a picture?” he asked, “Hell no”

“But it’d be cuuuute” you whined

“Fuck off”

“Please?” 

“No”

You stayed silent, “fine” you pouted pushing the drink away from you

“UGH” he groaned, “FINE! I’ll do it. No pictures!” 

You smiled and pulled it to you slightly, leaning on the table as Bakugou did the same, trying to keep his eyes from your cleavage. You both took a few sips and he pulled away first. You pulled away after a few more sips, “See! Harmless” you stated and pulled the milkshake for just you to drink.

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The milkshake was finished, you and Bakugou taking turns drinking from it. You looked at your watch, 4:03 pm. How the fuck were you supposed to distract him for 2 and a half more hours!? You payed for the treats you ate and stapped outside with Bakugou. 

“L’right, let’s go back now”

“NO!” you yelled unintentionally He looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I-I mean, uhh let’s go somewhere else”

“No, I’m tired”

“But I wanna go shopping” you said reluctantly, though you hated shopping

“No you don’t”

You sighed, “Yeah no I don’t...  But I wanna train”

“I already did earlier, plus you can’t train after we just ate”

You sighed and looked around for a distraction as he started walking away. “Wait!” you turned to your last resort

He looked back at you, “What?’

“Uh, um... I like you” You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

He chuckled, “After today it’s pretty obvious”

You scowled, “Shut up”

“I like you too dumbass, ‘s why the dumbasses promised me a date with you”

You realized why he agreed to go with you and your eyes met with him. “You said you were tired, right?” 

He nodded and you smiled, “Come” you said and grabbed his wrist once again. You led him to some woods and found a familiar trail of red carnations (that symbolize love, pride and admiration) that you followed, dragging Bakugou along. You reached a part of the woods that was just a big open space. It was full of flowers of all kinds, sizes, and colors. You let go and ran to the middle of it. He slowly walked to you as you giggled at the tumble you took. You saw him and pulled him down, a bed of daisies grew fast enough to catch him. He shook the shock out of him as you talked, “Daisies convey loyal love or could also be used to symbolize ‘I will never tell’ so this place is our little secret” you said.

He nodded and took in your features, your bright eyes, smooth hair, and perfect smile. You flipped over and looked at the sky, your face, relaxed and calm. “When no one knows about it, it stays quiet and peaceful, kinda weird bringing you here” you chuckled

He looked at the sky and put an arm behind his head, his other hand moving down to intertwine your fingers with his. “So, what’s up with this place? How’d you find it?” he asked quietly

“An old woman used to live in a house here and she was an old friend of my grandma. She allowed to come here and told me that when she passed away not to use the house since it was dirty, dusty, and full of pollen so she just told me to bury it in the soil and expand her beloved garden. So I did” you breathed out with a smile

He smiled when he looked at you and you met his eyes. “Wanna do something cool?”

He smiled, “Sure” and sat up. You didn’t stand up though, “You don’t need to move, I think there’s one here” you said referring to one of the tulip seeds you planted everywhere. You pressed your palm to the ground and activated your quirk

The ground rumbled as a huge tulip grew from underneath you. You laughed excitedly as it lifted you and Bakugou up, resting you two inside its halfway open petals. You rested against each other, your torso fell on his chest as he leaned back on a soft but firm petal. Your laughs softened as you got comfortable on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes, allowing you to gaze at him and stealthily set an alarm for 6 o’clock. Soon you dozed off too.

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The alarm sounded loudly, waking you and Bakugou, the latter groaning and moving to stretch. “Sorry, sorry” you said, voice croaky from the nap, turning th alarm off and getting up. You rubbed your eyes, getting used to the light of the setting sun. Shaking Bakugou awake you suggested to get back before it gets dark and hard to get out of the woods. He nodded while groggily getting up, you using your quirk to get the tulip to drop you two down on the soft grass. 

You shivered from the lower temperature and Bakugou took notice. He wrapped his jacket around you and you put your arms through the holes. The sleeves that only reached halfway through Bakugou’s forearm, reached past your wrists. He thought you looked adorable, being small and all, but the moment is ruined when you decided to mock him, “Wow, didn’t know the Katsuki Bakugou was a gentleman”

“Shut up before I take it back” he grumbled

“Okay, okay” you threw your hands up in surrender

“Also,” he started, “Call me Katsuki” he whispered

“What was that?” you asked, feigning innocence

“CALL ME KATSUKI GODDAMNIT”

“Hey, hey, no need to yell, Katsuki” you said, his name rolling off your tongue

“Shut up, let’s get going” he secretly did like hearing you say his name. But he hid it whilst tugging you to the direction of Heights Alliance. You laughed and held his hand, leaning onto his arm. The walk was nice and comfortable, the both of you at peace with one another.

You reached the dorms, forgetting about the surprise party as you walked in the dark building, still latching onto Bakugou’s arm. The lights were suddenly turned on, everyone jumping out of their hiding places. 

“SURPRISE!!” everyone froze on the spot, seeing you clinging onto Bakugou, wearing his jacket.

“BAKUGOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND!?” everyone erupted into cheers as you buried your face into Bakugou’s chest as everyone tried to pry information out of you.

[ilovechristopheralexandershaw]

What would your ideal drarry fic be? Like, how would they get together, what tropes would be involved, what would be your ideal story line? Any squicks or triggers or things you aren't interested in? Any HC's with the two of them? :D

THIS IS THREE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN WORDS OR SOMETHING HELP ME

Whoo boi, honey, lemme tell you, this answer gave me some s t r e s s. Tumblr, can you just...idk, have a save drafts option for asks? No?

Anyways, back to the point. Snuggle down into your blankets y’all, ‘cause this is gonna be one long post.

What would my ideal drarry fic be? Okay, siriusly, legit anything with angst. Copious amounts of angst. Drown me in the angst. I’m always willing to read an angsty fic, almost always as willing to read a fluffy fic and occasionally have an urge for smut but that’s like…every three months or so lmao. I prefer a story that isn’t based on the size of one’s cock. (Sorry if that’s a little crude). I’m fine with any length of fic, as long as it has a good story behind it and if it hopefully has some heart-wrenching moments that make me feel like I might have a soul after all. I love fics that keep their character – not too much, though – and have them arguing with each other all the time – its more real to me, and makes me laugh. I love drarry because of that, because it’s that ship that will keep their relationship, unlike idk shrek and Fiona who fall for each other and lose their old self completely. Drarry is that ship that stays intact and old and new at the same time, and that’s why I love it. 

How would they get together? I have this vision of the two getting together slowly. First it’s banter, insults, hexing, all the while having miscommunication and some serious pining because I’m an absolute sucker for that shit. As I said, angst. Hate turns to like and death threats to exasperated, witty little replies, private jokes between the two of them – a Malfoy Stinks embroidered on his robes in place of Healer Malfoy.

I love fics where there’s just that one, final leap of – I have to do it, otherwise I’ll never get another chance, I don’t care about the consequences. If it’s a kiss that gets them together, in that ‘final chance’ way, I love it when the other is too shocked, and the first person just loses all hope (I mean until like two seconds later when they’re snogging the life out of each other lmao). Basically just a slow build and all the sass 😊 

Tropes? Okay, I’m gonna admit that even though I’ve been in the fandom for a few months, I still can’t define so much, but I hope most of what I write here is legible.

I love coffeeshop Aus, I find them really cute and sweet, and a blushing Malfoy is always a bonus. Eighth year is my absolute jam, unless it’s a drinking fic in which case no thanks. I love friends to lovers or enemies to lovers – the slow build, especially if the author has timed it perfectly, is just argh, I love it. Pining has been mentioned like a hundred times already but I’m going to say it again just because. Roommates are okay, I guess, but not exactly my go-to. I do like muggle Aus, and even though I think Potter should be a teacher, I enjoy the action in an Auror Partners fic, too. Also uh..oops? This was supposed to be tropes that were involved not the tropes you like you dumb butt. That’s not what Nonny asked.

My ideal storyline for a drarry fic? Not sure if this is what you’re asking but I’m gonna go with it and if I’m wrong then I’m wrong y’know?

As I said, I like fics with pining. I love a number of storylines, but I’m just gonna choose one for this thing since it’s already almost if not over two thousand words (is anyone even reading this? Who cares, I’m having fun) okay I checked its like over 2600 help me. Also this turned out into a fic not an ideal storyline hhhhhhhh

I guess I like fics with slow-building pining, going from meeting together at work or having to work together for some reason in eighth year, or just seeing each other in eighth year. PTSD gets them together, but so does the (admittedly weaker) banter, since nobody understands either of them – the Saviour and the Ex Death Eater. The press is still going off about the war, and everyone has their own ways of coping. Soon enough, they’re friends – (ok let’s pretend this is eight year) and helping each other through the bad days. And soon enough, the insults that hit closer to home for others but not them, the inside jokes, the love of Quidditch, the homework assistance – all this time around each other turns to pining. Malf-Draco, with his white-blond hair and black turtlenecks that he kept even though that was what he wore as a Death Eater. With his now self-deprecating jokes instead of hurtful insults. With his smile, that shows his sneer lines of the past. With his blue-gray eyes. With his knowing smirk when they’ve done one of their own eighth year pranks. Even with his wonky Charms and obsession with stroking the Dark Mark and the way he stops in front of the Room of Requirement every time they pass. And Harry, with his mop of untidy hair and glasses that have had Reparo used on them who knows how many times by now? With his bright green eyes, with his surprisingly pale skin, with the way he disappears into the forest every now and then, staring at the clearing where Voldemort once thought him dead. They pine, they’re oblivious, and finally, Pansy spills it to draco, an exasperated ‘will you kiss him or not’ just as Harry rounds the corner in his invisibility cloak. ‘are you stupid. Pans? We’re just friends.’ (wow ideal storyline this is a mini fic by now what am I doing with life my math sheet is like right in front of me I should be doing that). The questions, that night, in their respective beds. And the finale, with Harry rethinking ‘we’re just friends’ in his head in the final Seeker-to-seeker game, Draco leaning in.

Finally. 

Okay, squicks. Here we go. First of all, I don’t really like fics where they speak really…I don’t know, childishly? To each other eg. too many cheesy pet names (‘Hi hun,’ he giggled, taking the offered plate), since my idea of drarry is a couple that banters all the time, not one that sits around squealing at each other. That’s the main reason I ship them, after all.

Another squick, although this just annoys me more than makes me uncomfortable, is when there’s a fic involving children where the author makes their speech like that of a baby. Five year olds and younger can make legible sentences, so it’s sometimes irritating when eight-year-old Scorpius is saying ‘dada give h-h-hoog’ if you get my drift.

Daddy kink is another thing. If you like it, good for you but personally, I- *shudders* no thanks. It’s just – okay, my dad’s like over fifty, and that’s what I imagine if I think of that. Sex with my dad? I’ll pass. Calling your boyfriend your ‘daddy’? I- no no no just no I’m sorry but no.

Okay, I’ll rephrase. Most, if not all kinks make me uncomfortable – I’ve said daddy already, Parseltongue (just any other language) is just weird to me (it’s not disgusting, I just find it kind of dubious I guess.), any sort of pet play is similar if not worse than daddy kink, choking or breath play sounds more like rape (I’m crude, handle it), lingerie is just hella weird and I don’t even want to know what tentacles are, thank you very much. I’ll stick to my vanilla sex.

Any sort of sex toy/tool use is also a squick (including painful BDSM stuff), but I’m not sure if that’s kink so I’ll just add it here.

I don’t mind OOC fics, but, again, if they’re too soft (unless it’s some sort of caring angsty oneshot e.g. most of @rose-grangerweasleyisbae ‘s ones) then they most likely don’t work with me either. 

Triggers? No, I haven’t read any fics that have triggered me in any way and I’m not sure if I have any. Most are squicks.

Fics, or tropes, I guess, that I’m not interested in would include either one being some sort of Magical Creature (although there are some exceptions – some writers make really good fics with these tropes), and by that I mean any humanoid creature such as a werewolf, vampire etc. Veela especially. Also, anything with mates. (Fun fact, in my first answer that got deleted, I wrote a headcanon fic thing with draco as a bowtruckle since I said I don’t know if that’s a squick bc I’ve never read it and decided to do it for fun)      

Dunno what this is, but I’m gonna include it as well – I also don’t like fics where their entire supposedly ‘loving’ relationship is completely based on sex. I’m okay with it if they’re supposed to be fuckbuddies at that point in the relationship, but if this is what the author is calling their ‘established relationship’, I don’t really like it. 

Any fic that loses the banter after their getting together, where their world and source of happiness is completely revolving around the other – that is also one of my disinterests. As I said, I ship drarry for the sass and banter (and angst). Not the sappy love. 

I don’t really like unhealthy relationships – I read a fic where the whole reason Draco allowed Potter to date him was because he complimented his flying skills, not because he liked him. That’s a really minor example, but basically any fic without actually liking each other or as I said, an unhealthy relationship, doesn’t take my fancy. Unless, of course, they’re fixing it. 

A fic that starts somewhere in the books, eg. third year or something, don’t normally take my fancy, but, again, there is the occasional exception that I turn out to love.

Not exactly Drarry but any poly relationships with the two of them are also a disinterest – I feel like they’re the ones for each other. Dunno if this sounds polyphobic or whatever it’s called, and it probably does, but that’s not it. I just personally don’t think Drarry need another person. Other ships, maybe. Drarry? Not for me. 

Eighth year fics that are based on drinking and drinking games also aren’t my thing (omg there’s like eight million alsos here what am i doing don’t shoot me please (ok i fixed it)). I just don’t like them. 

And fics with any sort of bonding lose my interest pretty quickly, especially sexual magic bonds. Mpreg, as well, again, I’ll read the occasional fic but most of the time I don’t really like it. 

Age difference, again, are something I find strange, and I can go on for hours but this is now around three thousand words and I should stop so y’all can go read your fics lmao.

 And um I’ll give you two headcanons as my way of apologising for the unbelievably late reply

 Harry, lying on the ground, blood dripping from a massive slash in his stomach, chest barely moving, lips slightly parted, tinged red with drying blood

Malfoy, now just a colleague, they’ve lost the schoolboy animosity, hovering over him, wand casting diagnostic spells even though he knows they’re no use – he knows the curse but he doesn’t know the exact variation – and the wrong healing spell will kill the Saviour – he can’t take that chance.

‘Scared, Malfoy?’

His head jerks up, pale eyes widening at the old question thrown back at him. Shoulders slump, his lungs heaving from all he spells he’s cast

‘Yes’ 

Idk just the idea of that final admittance – yes. Idk, just, my heart, man.

Okay headcanon 2 which is more of a fic by this point (someone help me im so bad at headcanons. Like this is all fleshed out in my head but ugh)

Eighth year holidays, Draco is sitting alone at the blazing fire in the common-room, strangely enough knitting, as he talks, friendly but quiet to a surprisingly happy Moaning Myrtle (the common room is where the old bathroom was)

Hermione Jean Granger sits down next to him and he flinches, almost expecting a slap like third year – he’s had hexes from Muggleborns who had nothing to do with the war, and here’s the Saviour’s friend – of course she’s gonna –

She pulls out a massive textbook, quill, inkpot, blotting paper and three rolls of parchmment from her bag, tucks her bushy hair behind one ear, and starts scratching away

He’s surprised, but still too nervous to ask why

It becomes a habit, her sitting there there, him as well, talking to Myrtle, doing Potions work, knitting as well

They start talking to each other, he finds out she Obliviated her parents and doesn’t want to come back just yet, even though she knows the Dark Lord’s gone

She finds out he’s too scared to go home, with all the memories

They become friends of sorts, helping each other when they can

When the holidays end, there are a few double takes, but nobody really questions it. After all, it’s Hermione, she never was too against Malfoy (nobody really saw that slap) and she’s always been a rule-follower. They assume its part of Mcgonagall��s asking for peace between Slytherins and Gryffindors

I mean, Ron does complain about her hanging about the ferret nowadays and not around her boyfriend, but he gets it. Besides, their ‘sessions’, if you will, are always when there’s Quidditch practice for Harry and Ron (they help train the younger years)

So yeah, it’s not too bad (and this isn’t Dramione I promise although I do ship it occasionally)

One day, though, she brings out a bundle of knitting herself. To his surprise, she knits a single sock and puts it in a box

He asks her why

‘For Dobby’

And he remembers. He remembers the strange little house elf, the one he loved as a kid but had no way of showing it. He remembers his father’s hatred of that elf in particular He remembers scowling at the poor thing, ranting to it – it was a way of venting, but in true Malfoy-raised fashion, he’d been so cruel to it as well, laughing as it jammed its fingers in doors, encouraging its pain.

He leaves the common room early that night

Next day, the Golden Trio isn’t there. Hermione (no longer Granger) isn’t there

He knitted a single sock that morning himself. He’d heard the story from their talks. He wanted to contribute. A way of apology, if you will. If it even counted. Today’s the day the elf passed away, and Hermione had said she put a sock in there for everyone

It’s pretty obvious where they’ve gone. He Apparates there after class, and finds the grave easily. It’s got a bundle of Conjured flowers, stems wrapped around the rock that serves as a headstone, and the box of socks is right there too. (what am I doing this is meant to be a short drarry hc and I haven’t even brought potter in yet help)

He starts crying

He spent last night remembering. Remembering how even through all the pain he caused that elf, a single smile, a single ‘thanks for listening, Dobby’ would make the elf bow and weep at his feet. He remembers how cruel he was, how the elf just…took it in his stride. He remembers losing the house elf, realising Potter had stolen something else of his. He remembers

And he lets it go. He spills all of it to a gravestone, apologies and ‘I know it won’t mean anything’ and ‘I didn’t know but that’s no excuse’ and ‘you always listened, how did you always listen?’ and ‘thank you’ and most of all ‘I’m so so sorry’ stumbling over each other as he tries to explain, to finally let it out

He’s crying and sniffling and that’s making it even harder to speak but he needs to say this, even though Dobby is dead, even though he’s apologised to so many people – this is one of the few that listened to him, and he’s treated the elf like garbage.

Tears drip onto the single sock in his hands

It’s hours later when he finishes. Well, not exactly finished, but he’s said enough that he thinks he’s explained himself and said sorry – even though it’ll never be enough. He’s cast a Light Charm (not a lumos ok it’s bigger don’t correct me) and he leans over to put the now-damp sock into the box too. A final ‘I’m so sorry’ and he stands up, turns around

And comes face to face with the Golden Trio

Hermione stares at him, then grabs him in a massive hug

Ron looks at him, slightly awkwardly but at her glare, he offers a tight smile

 And Harry? (wow how long has it taken for me to get here god) is just staring. Openmouthed. Who knew Malfoy had felt this much about a house elf?

And yeah that’s the point where he realises Malfoy isn’t that bad and then they go back to Bill and Fleur’s (Hermione explains along the way that they went back to the grave bc they saw the Charm and were in shock – was Dobby back?)

‘did you hear all of it?’

‘we heard enough, Draco’

 And when they get back to Hogwarts, well, it’s slow building at first. Potions help when Hermione’s out on a date with Ron, a butterbeer in the school kitchens on a Hogsmeade weekend when they want to hide from the public but enjoy the drink

But over time, the pining and the miscommunication and Draco getting back to his (albeit weak) banter with Potter leads to one thing. You know what it is.

Drarry

You know what I’m having fun writing trashy hcs so here’s a third (although it ain’t drarry. It ain’t any ship)

Alright so there is no hairdresser at Hogwarts or Hogsmeade or anywhere near the castle (I mean it was never mentioned in the books was it so this is possibly canon)

Therefore, most kids have to use spells

But we all know that each of us probably has a haircut that is somehow slightly different to one another, and there aren’t that many hair care spells in the world let alone known by a few teachers in Hogwarts

While some kids know exact spells, others, for example, Muggleborns, just use Diffindio

I mean, it gets their hair cut, yeah? That’s pretty much all they need

Of course, Hermione knows each and every spell but let’s not get to that

And Malfoy uses his own spell and a litre of Sleekeazy every morning

But since everyone else cuts their own hair, it looks as bad as each other

And that’s why Harry wasn’t teased too much about his hair (yes, also bc he’s the Saviour bUT STILL)

That’s why Sirius had long hair and etc.

Basically none of the kids at Hogwarts really had good hair and they all looked like Halt from Ranger’s apprentice (also this one is long as heck I could’ve just said everyone uses diffindio and there’s no hairdresser why am I like this)

[itsall-aconspiracy]

This is what happened when Lizzy and Shiro made plans for bowling.

(( OOC: Sorry, for posting this after so long. We had unexpected plans pop up and were not able to role-play. This happened the day before Lizzy’s nose job. Also, excuse our role-play skills. We are not the best. Hope you guys like it. Sorry again. ))

At around 4, Shiro arrived at Lizzy's drive way, waiting for Liz. Incase Liz did not notice the car, Shiro texted her that she arrived. After about 7 minutes, the door of the house started to open and Lizzy ran out

"Sorry I'm late I had to publically kink shame Jamie" Lizzy explained

"So how do you feel about dogs"

With one elbow out of the window, " Dogs....what do you mean?? I am fine with dogs.....why??" Shiro was puzzled.

"Well I was thinking, 'you know dogs are great. I love dogs. And there is an animal shelter filled with dogs nearby.' so yeah. we should go look at dogs" Lizzy rambled, getting into Shiro's car

Still in the driveway, Shiro looked the directions to the nearest animal shelter. She had no problem with dogs. All she wants is to waste time before going bowling. " You can control the music. If you want, you maybe won't like the songs that I listen to." Shiro said as she handed Liz the aux cord.

"Whoo, fun times, i'm playing garbage so feel free to take away my privilege." Lizzy said. Being the little shit she is, she started playing hell fire from the hunchback of notre dame

For the whole 20 minutes, songs from the Hunchback of Notre Dame were playing. Lizzy seem to be having a blast just listening to the songs. As for Shiro, she did not care the least bit. Actually, Shiro was into the songs and wanted now to watch that movie. Shiro never watched any Disney movies except Mulan. They finally reached the animal shelter,and Lizzy was out the car in seconds.

"Are you excited to see puppies cause i am excited to see puppies best early birthday ever!" Lizzy shrieked like the child she was.

Shiro paused just as she was closing her door. "Your birthday is coming. I guess this is a early birthday present from me. When is it actually??" She asked then closed the driver's side door, locked her car, and slipped her key in her jacket pocket.

"It's the 20th. But yeah. You know" Lizzy said, skipping toward the entrance

As we entered the building, a old woman with blonde hair at the reception desk and the smell of dog food greeted us. " We..." Shiro was cut off by Liz who was practically bouncing up and down ready to meet some puppies.

"I WANT A PUPPY WHERE ARE THE PUPPIES?"

Patting Liz's head to calm the fuck down, " What she means is we want to meet some puppies if possible?" The receptionist told us to follow her, and she lead them to a glass room filled with puppies. Liz was about to shove the old woman out the way and knock the door down for some puppies. Before she could Shiro stepped in front of her and Liz's face was smashed into Shiro's shoulder. " Calm down a little. It's just puppies." Shiro scolded her before they stepped into the room.\

"There is no such thing as just puppies shiro they are holy beings" Lizzy huffed

"Really. Holy Beings holy beings. Well anyways we have a hour till bowling. Have fun." Shiro commented sarcastically as she was swarmed by the  tiny holy beings.

Spoiler alert: Lizzy did have fun.

She was covered in a pile of puppies. How could it not be fun?

At one point, Shiro was overpowered by the holy beings and was being trampled over on the floor. Somehow, a chubby blonde puppy nested in Shiro's jacket hood.  When Shiro got up on her left shoulder was the head of said puppy. It was just chilling there with its tongue out. " Liz, look isn't this puppy cute? I'm gonna take a picture." Shiro asked as she got her phone out.

"Or you could take it home. Just saying" Lizzy suggested. she studied each puppy and tried to figure out which one would be the easiest to sneak out

"We could hide one in my jacket and leave. But that is wrong." Shiro replied.

"that's be wrong" Lizzy muttered in a poor imitation of Shiro

Just after she took a photo of her and puppy. Shiro noticed the time. It was 5:27. " We should go now. It will take us about 30 minutes to arrive at the alley. Right now, the time is 5:27. And help me take one of the holy beings out of my hood, please." Shiro requested

Lizzy pouted but complied with the request

Lizzy was so sure she would have been able to steal a puppy

After about 30 minutes of arguing how to steal a puppy in Shiro's car, they finally arrived at the bowling alley. Shiro was the one who did the talking at the desk while Liz was trying to find a bowling ball she could hold. Shiro got her bowling shoes. " Liz, what size bowling shoes do you wear?" she shouted loud enough that it could reach Lizzy.

"9's" Lizzy chirped. Lizzy was glaring at the bowling balls with a look of false seriousness. "Do you think we could steal one of these?

"9's" Lizzy chirped. Lizzy was glaring at the bowling balls with a look of false seriousness. "Do you think we could steal one of these?

Shiro payed for everything. Grabbing their shoes, she rushed over to Liz. " Well, it is possible.... Wait .. Why do you want to steal it?" Shiro questioned. "Our alley is number 5."

"murder" Lizzy whispered, making direct eye contact with shiro. She then giggle, booped Shiro's nose, and skipped off to their alley.

Shiro was just standing there for a moment with the weirdest expression then headed over to Liz. When she reached, Liz was typing in our names. Shiro found a spot to sit and started to change shoes after she set Liz's shoes beside her. Wanting to add a little pressure to the game, " Yo. Lizzy, do you want to make a bet?"

"what kind of bet" Lizzy asked with a look of wide eyed innocence. Little did Shiro know, something wicked this way comes. And it's name was Elizabeth

"Well, you know the classic bet. Where the winner makes the loser do whatever they want. Why not make it inter..esting? The winner makes the loser do whatever they want for a week and has to posted what and how they do it on Tum..b..lr. " Shiro offered with a quiet and persuading tone as she inched closer towards Liz to intensify the pressure with a smirk on her face.

"Well, i guess that couldn't hurt Shiro. Do you want to start?" Lizzy batted her doe eyes at Shiro and made a gesture towards the alley.

"Let the games begin" Shiro said confidently as she stood up and glared at the pins waiting to be toppled over.

"go easy on me, its my birthday" Lizzy pleaded.

" I can't and won't. It's a game. There is no holding back." Shiro was serious and had her game face on.

"Ok Edgelord time to chill. Fine, make the birthday girl cry. See if i care." Lizzy huffed. She looked just a little pathetic with her braids and pastel blue dress. like a ugly version of those pouting little girls in motivational posters.

Before finding the perfect bowling ball, Shiro took off her maroon jacket which revealed a dark purple tank top with Lilo and Stitch on it.  Her tank top was tucked in with high-waisted black jeans and a white belt. Shiro's hair was down like always. After about 5 minutes, she found the perfect ball, and Liz was the first one to go.

Lizzy scanned the bowling balls before picking up a navy.

She took a deep breath before rolling. She managed to down 7. She shot Shiro a wide grin.

Lizzy waited to roll before knocking two more down. She did a slightly dorky happy dance before turning back to Shiro. "Its your turn hot stuff" Lizzy grinned before plopping down on a seat.

"Hot stuff." Shiro repeated. Waiting for the pins to realign, Shiro was stretching out her right shoulder. Grabbing a ball, she was ready. "Stance, trajectory, force, speed, and curves" Shiro was whispering this to herself as she rolled the ball. The ball also hit 7 pins. Glancing back at Liz with a smirk, she rolled again and 3 pins were knocked out. "Spareee" Shiro whispered when Liz and she passed each other.

"You're a child." Lizzy called behind her. Little miss competitive wouldn't get to rain on her parade. Lizzy rolled and got an 4. She frowned but waited for her ball again none the less. She rolled a 5 next and squealed happily.

"I am no child. I don't know about you." Shiro remarked. With the same ball, she knocked down 9 pins but could not finish the last one. Putting her hands in her jean's pocket, Shiro strolled back to her sit while whistling.

"Excuse me, but I'm almost 15, thank you." Lizzy answered idly. Lizzy thought about rubbing that last pin in her face but decided against it. Lizzy rolled an  6 and managed to get 3 more afterwards. She smiled at the score and pranced back to her seat.

"You are excused. To add, I am turning 17 next month. For your information." Shiro added. Strolling to get her ball, she decided to change which ball to use. With the new ball, Shiro scored a  strike. Slowly turning with a smirk on her face, she with hand motions portrayed as if she had a cowboy hat on and pulled it down. "Howdy" Shiro said just for fun. She is not a cowboy.

"you are a child." Lizzy  huffed

Lizzy rolled a 8 and scored a spare afterwards. She, an adult, stuck her tongue out at Shiro

Sighing because she was fed up of being called a child, Shiro asked, "Why not we talk about something else?" Not looking or paying attention at which ball she chose, Shiro took down 2 pins then 3 pin

" Ok. I want to be a ninja turtle when I grow up." Lizzy said.

She rolled a 7 and then a 1.

" Do mean turn into a genetically modified turtle or have a suit?" Shiro questioned as Liz sat back down.

Standing up and grabbing the right ball, she rolled a 5 and then a 3.

"turn into a genetically altered turtle. Why would you half ass that?" Lizzy asked

Lizzy rolled a 7 then missed.

" Well, I was not sure what you meant, so I said all ways that you could become a ninja turtle. Anyways, which ninja turtle would you be or be a new addition. ? " Shiro puffed out and scored a strike.

" well, I relate to Donnie on an emotional level, but i'd be a new addition." Lizzy chattered as she rolled. Drat. a four. She managed to knock another pin down

After knocking 7 down then missing, "What would be your name? Lizzy or another name?"

Probably Eliza to stick with the aesthetic" Lizzy muttered. STRIKE LIZZY MADE A STRIKE

"Nice going" Shiro offered a high five but was declined. "Just wondering, why do a lot of people do things that is based on an aesthetic?" Shiro was walking backwards asking that question. She grabbed the right ball and knocked 8 down. " I mean you don't have to stick with it." Shiro rolled again and managed to hit one more pin.

Lizzy, who was too busy celebrating to even take notice of Shiro, rolled. "stick with what?" Lizzy asked before scoring a 8. she hit the last two and took back her seat.

"Why do people decide on things that stick with aesthetic?' Shiro repeated while moonwalking to the ball return. This was the second to last frame. Shiro had to be serious because she did not want to lose the bet. Thankfully, she knocked down all 10 pins.

"To stick with the aesthetic. As a faithful aesthetic hoe, you gotta stay faithful man." Lizzy answered. She rolled and landed a 9. She missed the next pin.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Shiro whispered to herself. Confused, she hit pin 5 pins then 1 pin.

"Don't question it." Lizzy chirped.

Rushing over to see the scoreboard, it said that "Edgelord Won!" From behind Shiro, Liz was giggling. Shiro never payed attention to the scoreboard because where is the fun in that.Turning around " You put my name as Edgelord. Really. I am no lord of the edge. Anyways, I won and you lost. Now what will you have to do for a week everyday?" Shiro first scolded her then intimidated  her.

"I mean ok man but i'll have a reconstructed nose so I won't be able to do much." Lizzy said with a shrug.

Shrio's stomach growled as she was putting her jacket back on and changing her shoes. "First let's eat. Where do you want to go? Afterwards, We gotta get some brownies and cinnamon rolls.''

"I like pasta. Know any good places?"

" Do you want fancy restaurant food or like fast food kinda?" Shiro replied as they gave their shoes back and left the bowling alley.

"Fast food. No need to spend forever right?" Lizzy said as they walked up to Shiro's car.

"Ummm...How about Fazoli's? I heard they have very good pasta." Shiro offered while turning her car on.

"I'm down" Lizzy said while bucking up. She didn't know what Fazoli's was but it sounded good

'' Okay. Fazoli's it is. Now, who will control the music??"

"ME" Lizzy shrieked as she put on Be More chill

" This is a musical, right?" Shiro really did not listen to the songs instead focused on driving.

"Yeah. Its about a computer that lives in his head. Its pretty good and Michael is the best character."

" A computer that lives in someone's head...nice..What is the name of this musical?" Shiro asked as she took a sharp left turn.

"Be More Chill. I have Rocky Horror if you'd prefer." Lizzy offered.

"This is fine." After 15 minutes, we finally reached a plaza that had Fazoli's in it.

"Whoo! Pasta!" Lizzy cheered as she hopped out of the car.

Shiro had the Penne with creamy Basil Chicken, and Lizzy had the Twice-Baked Lasagna. The food was very good. Liz, taking advantage that Shiro was paying, order more food and said that she would eat it later. Shiro thought that Liz loves this place so much, so she is planning her meals for days to come. " After ordering so much, are you just a little guilty that I have to pay for all of this?" Shiro questioned her while leaving the restaurant.

"I could contribute if you want"

'' It's fine. I was just testing you. By the way, I am rich like Laura, but I do not spend it like her. I make more than spend." Shiro countered.

"Ha, RIP. I'd think being rich would SUCK" Lizzy spazzed.

" Are you full now or have room for dessert?"

"I always have room for dessert." Lizzy said with a way to serious look.

"Okay.. conveniently there is a bakery right there" Shiro pointed at a shop that was in the plaza.

"Dude i am so excited for cinnamon rolls."

Stopping Liz from running off, "First let's put this in the car. Here give it to me and you can go admire the sweets. I will be right there." Shiro said as she took the takeout bag from Liz's hands.

Lizzy hopped into the bakery and completely disregarded Shiro's request to stay by the door. "Hello!" Lizzy greeted the person at the counter. "I'd like two cinnamon rolls and two brownies please!"

Shiro put the takeout in the back of the car and strapped a seat belt around it ,for safety measures. Then, she walked over to the bakery and saw that Liz was already eating a cinnamon roll. " Did you get some for me or is that all you?" Shiro asked while scanning over what the bakery had to offer.

"I ordered two. I'm decent" Lizzy said with a mouthful of cinnamon roll

While scanning over the sweets, Shiro's eyes found some macarons. "Yeah...I am gonna get some macarons." Glaring at the flavors, the person who was at the counter asked what she wanted. " May I have 4 pistachio, 4 almond, and 2 vanilla macarons?" Walking back Liz gave me a weird expression, " Half of these are for my mom. We love macarons!" Shiro said excitedly.

While at the bakery, Lizzy and Shiro discussed what should the bet be for Lizzy. Somehow, they ended up devising a plan to steal a holy being (puppy) from the shelter. It was not foolproof. In the end, they spent about a hour there. On the way to Lizzy’s house, Liz fell asleep in Shiro’s car. When they reached Lizzy’s house, Lizzy gave Shiro a hug and thanked her for that day. Reminder, the dare was never finalized. Shiro decided to reveal the dare a later time. First reason, she wanted to wait so that Liz will feel up to the challenge. She is getting a nose job. Second, Shiro had no idea what the dare should be. The suspense continues.