#something something seeing the raw person beneath the facade IDK

[apopcornkernel]

hi all i would like to inform everyone i've been sucked into a new genshin ship (wriothesley/lyney)...... here is a preview from the upcoming fic

Wriothesley pushes off from the banister and crosses over to the desk, until he’s at the front, right across from where Lyney stands.

“So,” he says casually. “Find anything about the Iudex’s visit in my desk, Mr. Lyney?”

Now that startles Lyney, makes his careful smile wobble. “No, Your Grace,” he says, his voice as light as he can make it. “The drawers were full of rubbish. Empty tea bags everywhere.”

“Mm.” Wriothesley leans over the desk, watches Lyney’s brow furrow as he leans away on instinct. “So the Traveler hasn’t seen fit to enlighten you this time. I see.”

Lyney’s eyes flash. “I’m sure I don’t know what your meaning is, Your Grace.”

“Don’t play coy. It’s not a good look on you.” Wriothesley, of course, is lying through his teeth. It’s an extremely good look on Lyney, but Lyney can never know he thinks that.

[mysecretchapbook]

You, a Slytherin Seer, have unknowingly predicted Draco’s task to him. Now you’re paying for it. (PART 2)

Part One ... i may do more if you guys like it idk 

TW: Language 

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In the weeks following the vision, your head felt like ice. Like you’d smelled too much crisp winter air and it stiffened your mind. 

He was just about the only thing you could think about. He was ice crystalizing your heart and fingering out over your whole body until you had lost all feeling. It didn’t help that he now took every opportunity he could to intimidate you. It took no time for him to begin silencing you. Your first potions class you had together, the day after you predicted his task in front of him, he purposely smacked into your table, sending your cauldron full of highly dangerous potion into your lap. Now, every time you saw him you were fearful. The part of your heart that had so badly yearned for him before felt rubbed raw by your exchanges.

If you didn’t have trouble making friends in your house before, you certainly did now. Pansy Parkinson thought it would be funny to try to take your clothes while you were showering and nobody would agree to be your partner in class. Even the Gryffindors were starting to take pity on you. Nearly every time you were brave enough to see if Draco was watching you, he was. Half the time, with his wand strategically and threateningly placed in your view. For example, one night while you were tutoring a younger student in the common room he was talking to his friends. He noticed you sitting there, produced his wand, stretched, and rested his arms over the back of the couch behind Pansy Parkinson’s shoulders. The whole time you tried to focus on your work, his wand was fixed on you.

Your daily routine changed. You never went to the common room anymore, if you were in the dining room at all you grabbed something and took it with you. You’d rather spend your breaks during the day holed up in your dormitory than accidentally run into him. Your roommates weren’t exactly friendly, but at least they left you alone.

There was a turn of season in those weeks. Slowly as the snow and ice melted on the grounds of Hogwarts, your mind warmed up too.

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“My child, I believe you possess the inner eye!” Professor Trelawney cooed in Lavender Brown’s ear. The girl giggled and you rolled your eyes. Lavender Brown wouldn’t know what the sight was if it poked her with a broomstick. You hated Professor Trelawney’s theatrics, though you did think she probably have some extra-cognitive abilities. She came over to you, “What do you see?” she asked. “I don’t know,” you whispered quietly, gazing into your crystal ball. “Close your eyes, Y/N, allow the fates to gain access to your mind, allow the stars to reveal their plans to you…” You knew Draco was in the room, that he was probably sick at this sight, but your grade was slipping in this class and you knew you could do this. You had done some successful crystal gazing in the past. Just because you weren’t fond of the teacher didn’t mean you weren’t going to try to get a good grade, so you followed her instructions. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the room around you pulsed with warmth. After a few moments of pensive thinking, you felt something in  your mind shift. Like a muscle behind your eyes finally relaxed after being clenched for weeks and the relief that washed over your body was so sweet you slipped away into it. 

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Your head was cracked open. It felt like somebody had smashed it to the ground like an apple and the arsenic seeds inside you were spilling out for all to see. You opened your eyes onto the ceiling of Professor Trelawney’s classroom. “My dear,” her whole body was shaking, her eyes were wide, she was touching your forehead. “You…You have the sight,” she said in wonder. “Somebody go get Madam Pomfrey!” You heard a voice yell. Your vision swam before you, the back of your head felt damp and when you sat up, you reached back and your fingertips were covered in blood. “Stay down, dear,” your Professor suggested in her wisp of a voice. “What was that you said?” She pressed, “He will fail his master, the family blood will not spill by the hands of The Dark Lord, but by another, he will rise, he will rise” “Who will fail his master?” She demanded, her dewy voice was faltering into something more desperate. You wildly looked around. Draco Malfoy’s gazed was locked on you. His jaw was fixed, his eyes were full of malice. You felt vomit rise in your throat. You clapped your hand over your mouth and your body lurched. Suddenly Ron Wealsey shoved a trash can into your lap and you hurled into it. “Give her space!” he yelled. Everybody backed away from you. The smell of the contents of your stomach and the metal scent of blood dizzied you, you rested your head between your knees until Madam Pomfrey arrived to collect you.

You spent a night in the hospital wing. Professor Dumbledore came to check on you and told you he was pleased that such a rare brand of witch attending Hogwarts. He too asked if you knew who your prediction was about, you simply told him you didn’t remember having one. You and Professors Dumbledore and Trelawney agreed it was best for you to take your lessons from her privately from now on. ~

The very moment you got out of the hospital wing he was waiting for you. Your heart flew into your throat. Morning light was glinting on his lip and pale hair and the sight almost softened the hard tug he gave your arm as he hauled you off. “Let go of me!” You grunted, trying to pull your arm away, he shoved the tip of his wand under your chin and you took in a shaking breath. You obeyed. He silently dragged you along the hall, it seemed no students were wandering around quite yet. A few flights of stairs later and you were walking through an upper hallway. After walking for a few meters, he suddenly stopped and started dragging you in the other direction. You were too scared to ask what he was doing. His grip on your wrist tightened and his eyes were threatening. You did that twice more, it was the strangest thing you’d ever seen, until a pair of large brown doors appeared. Before you could comprehend what this room was, he dragged you inside.

You tripped into the room and saw him lock the door behind you. “Draco, what happened yesterday was a total—“ “Total mistake?” He interrupted, "absolutely it was! I have half a mind to take you directly to your Father, show him the freak he spawned!” he said, inches from your face. “Draco will you just, please, calm down!” You cried, “They’ll hear you!” you yelled in a whisper. “You don’t know where you are, do you?” He scoffed, then gestured to the room grandly. “This, is the Room of Requirement…A room that serves the purpose of any person who needs it. If I don’t want the whole school to hear what you sound like under the crutiatus curse, this room will provide,” “You wouldn’t,” You sneered, feeling suddenly very brave. “Wouldn’t I?” He said, whipping out his wand and turning it on you. “Draco, please…I’m not trying to hurt you, I didn’t want any of this to happen!” He went silent, but he was still sneering at you, “is that so?” disbelief was hot on his breath. “No! I wanted nothing to do with any of this,” “Well you were born into it,” he said indignantly. He was referring to the fact that, like him, your family were Death Eaters. “So that means I have to live with it? For fuck’s sake, Draco, that’s like saying I was born in diapers so I have to stay in them. We grow, we /change/“ “That’s completely different!” His voice was rising. “So we’re just supposed to pay for our father’s mistakes?” Your voice was escalating too, he’d never heard you talk like this in all the years he’d known you. “God, you truly have no loyalty, do you?” “Not to a man who did nothing for me but try to brainwash me! He tried to make me feel superior to people for things they couldn’t control. Things they were born as, or things they were born into. You know, the same sort of situation you’re in, since evidently you have no control over yourself...” You spat, turning the conversation on him now.“If you TRULY believe that you would not be protected if you decided against becoming a Death Eater, then you’re delusional. It’s not too late…” You said. 

“It is too late” he muttered. “How? How is it too late?” you cackled in frustration. You wanted to slap some sense into him so badly that your hand itched. “This!” He screamed, finally losing control, “This is how!” He grabbed it shirt sleeve and yanked it up his arm, revealing the dark mark etched crudely into his porcelain skin. You gasped. Suddenly you felt the earth tilt beneath you and you steadied yourself against the wall. A shaking breath escaped you. He had already done it. This was no longer something you could talk him out of, he was in too deep. This was something he would need to be saved from. “When?” you asked in a whisper. “Not too long ago,” “Why?” He ripped his shirt sleeve back down over the mark. You felt sick, you wanted to cry for him. 

“You wouldn’t get it. You had a choice,” he accused. 

“How? How did I have any more of a choice than you do?”

“You never lived with your father! He was barely even your father, wasn’t he?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He stuttered for a moment, at a loss for words. He knew he had said too much. “How did I have a choice and you don’t?” you pressed. You could see your words starting to erode his facade. “Draco, just tell me what’s going on. We can get you help, you don’t have to do this…” “Yes I do!” He yelled. “Just tell me what’s happening, I can help, Dumbledore can help—“ “You will NOT tell Dumbledore,” He said, coming at you with his wand. At the same time you both yelled your spells. “Obliviate!” “Expelliarmus!” and his wand flew from his hand, crashing into the wall behind him. “Accio wand!” You yelled, snatching it from the ground before he could. You stuffed his wand in your boot and trained yours on him. “I’m sorry Draco… I can’t let you do that,” You were shaking, your eyes were watering, but you tried to keep your voice firm. You realized then, you knew his secrets. You had the leverage all along. “Y/N, give me my wand,” he demanded, though his eyes looked scared. “Not until you tell me what’s going on,” you threatened. “Give me”, rage was building in his voice “my wand”. “Just tell me!” “I can’t!” his grey eyes were pleading and his voice cracked, “If I tell you what’s happening, what’s going to happen…He’ll kill you,” he pleaded. “Who?” you asked, though you knew the answer immediately. “The Dark Lord,” he whispered, “Bloody hell, if he knew we were having this discussion he’d kill you…” He sat down in a chair and ran his hands though his silvery hair. Something told him he needed to protect you, that you could be a valuable asset for him in the future. He saw the way you saw him as something that could be redeemed. He wanted you to be able to redeem him. If this was another time, if the circumstances were shifted and it were safe for you both to do so, he’d tell you the truth. Hell, he’d tell Dumbledore the truth, but this wasn’t just about him. It was about his family, it was about his friends, it was his entire world in shambles. Everything he loved was on the tip of a burned up cigarette about to be stamped out. “For your own sake, you’ll give me my wand…” He sighed, “And I’ll leave you alone” “Draco,” You chest felt weak and painful “Just…” he held out his hand, looking defeated. You didn’t move. “Look Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you. In fact I’d like to minimize the amount of pain I’m going to cause…so just leave me alone”. “But Draco—“ “Leave me alone!” he yelled, “Please,” he whimpered, “It’s for your own good”. He said, looking at you like an animal he had to put down because it was suffering. Maybe what you were about to do was a bad choice, but you knew you couldn’t push him any farther. You knew there was nothing left to say here. His wand clattered to the ground. You kicked it behind him, keeping your wand on him as you backed away. You didn’t allow your eyes to leave his in case he tried something. You reached behind him, grasped the door handle, took a deep breath, and left him there in the Room of Requirement.