#tstmtt

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Thrett + !blind theo

Have fun with the idiots

THRETT:

The low growl deepened further as Theo stopped abruptly, planting his paws in the dirt, flexing, digging his claws into it. For ten years, Theo was a weapon, a beast wrapped up in a nice pretty bow that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run while their first glance made sure that they never moved an inch. A decade. He spent a decade not even bothering to clean the bits of gore from his proverbial skin because it wasn’t fucking worth it. Nose to tail, each muscle coiled tight, the springs that were barely tucked into his broken, misfit toy carcass of a frame about to give way shook. What happened to the ruthless survivor, the person that always came out still standing, that didn’t care? Where did he go? His head swayed side to side, as if pulled in both directions in a tug of war, each change of direction sharper and more violent than the last, until he was practically throwing himself bodily into each one.  “Theo?” His head snapped towards the voice, the rest of his body slamming to a stop, throwing debris forward. The already rigid stance he fell into naturally widened as he brought his head up, hackles fully raised, and stared at the person squatting at the entrance, one hand flat on the floor between his feet. Without hesitation, Theo pulled his lips back and up, well and truly snarling at the werewolf. His guttural sounds kept on as he took a half step forward, his eyes never dropping down from the semi-flared pale gold.

blind!Theo:

A low whine and paw batting at his leg forces Theo’s focus off of the itch and has him kneeling next to her in seconds. It’s their signal, her tell, that she thinks something is wrong, and while she’s right, as usual, it’s not bad. He’s fine. It’s just memories.  “I’m okay,” he promises, his hand sweeping under his dog’s chin to hold it up as he presses his face into the side of hers. “I’m okay, baby girl.” There’s a hint of a whine building in her throat, one he feels in his fingertips more than hears, and then she takes her head back, stabbing him below the collarbone with her nose before stepping into him. Theo groans, head hanging off his neck for a moment, before he picks it up and inhales. She’s calling his bluff. It’s stupid that his dog can tell when he’s trying to stuff the inflated bouncy-house that is that day back into a box, but she can. Chi is the only one who can. Then she starts tapping her chin to his shoulder, increasing the frequency of her soft bops until he relents, pressing his face into her neck, and burying his hands in the thick fur of her back for good measure.  There, Theo takes a deep breath. The fluff along her neck tickles against his cheeks, especially when she shifts in his awkward grip to press the underside of her chin into the back of his shoulders. It’s a hug, for all intents and purposes, and fuck if he doesn’t lean even harder into it.

[euphoric-dramione]

That One Dramione Fic That Broke Me.

I’ve been thinking about this fic (The Sun, The Moon, The Truth—hereinafter TSTMTT) for the past week, since I finished reading it, and I realized that I need to write out my thoughts or else I’ll explode. For anyone who’s ready to type ‘BUT YOU CANNOT REVIEW FANFICTION’ this is not a review. This is an analysis.

You know how video essayists sometimes start their videos with a quote from the film or a book that they then go on to analyze, followed by an impactful pause? Imagine that this is a video essay. And it begins now.

[ff: The Sun, The Moon, The Truth by fantomas]

Be a tree, a fearful tree and timid,

Ne’er know peace of heart but tremble always.

Let the rain torment you without mercy

Let the wind pull madly at your tresses.

(From TSTMTT Interlude: The Lovers)

[Pause.]

The first chapter of TMTSTT was published on ao3 on November 2023, and I’ve been it’s loyal reader ever since. When the uploads paused in May, I reread the first three Acts over and over again, looking for clues, trying to guess what was going to happen next. Not to brag, but I guessed a lot. Not because I’m Sherlock Holmes, but because there were clues in every single chapter, and because this fic uses literary techniques that are evident to a seasoned scholar like me. Everything was thought out. The characters, the metaphors, the complex nature of the narrative itself.

The story follows Hermione as she wakes up from a months-long coma with no memory of the last ten years. Harry tells her that she’d spent the two years leading up to the coma in the hands of the mysterious Phantom—the man whose identity is unknown to both Harry and Hermione, and who, as Harry says, held Hermione as his captive, raping and torturing her. But the truth is not as it seems—when the Phantom kidnaps her again, Hermione starts to remember what truly happened to her. And it is one of the most trippy and terrifying journeys.

Memory is a tricky thing. It is a peculiar and fragile construct, shaped as much by our perceptions as by reality itself. It is both a map of our past and a filter through which we understand the present, yet it is unreliable—a patchwork of moments stitched together by emotion, bias, and time. Trauma can fracture it, leaving behind jagged edges and dark voids, while love can amplify or distort it, softening painful truths into something bittersweet. Memory is not just about what we recall; it’s about what we choose to forget, what our minds protect us from, and what might lurk in the shadowed corners, waiting to resurface. In the forests and castle of Hermione’s mind palace, the truth is not what it seems, so much so that we never truly find out what the truth is. Is the Phantom evil? Is Harry evil? Is Hermione evil? Who can say?

I tried to draw a scheme of the time loops in this fic, and what i got were quote some earrings—the snake eating its tail, which, I would argue, is one of the main ideas of this fic. This snake shows up as a metaphor numerous times, and twice—as an actual snake. Time is just as subjective as memory, and just as personal. In this fic, the past, present and future all exist in the same timeline, which immediately makes me think of Saint Augustine’s philosophy. Saint Augustine is one of my favorite philosophers, and he claimed that at any given point in time of the present when we think about the past or the future we can ever only think about it from the point of view of that moment when we think about it. That is, if we think about the past, there is always only present past, because when we thought about the past in the past, there was only past past. The same applies to this fic. The non-existence of the boundaries of time and space are hard to see in the flashback chapters, and yet even in the smallest of glimpses, it is quite effective: one of the first instances is when Hermione sees her self on the other side of the river, battered and bruised, and we know that this is the Hermione from act one, that is Hermione from the future, because we read an identical scene in act one. Flashback Hermione is followed around by a ghost of a Death Eater—that Death Eater is guilty for George’s accidental death and for many other things that happen to Hermione, and although it is never clearly stated whether that Death Eater ghost is Draco from the future, I think it’s safe to say that it is. The Death Eater ghost is the same Phantom that haunts Harry and makes him lose his mind—he comes from the future, yet he affects the present. There also an interesting tid bit of Narcissa describing flashback Draco as PhantomDraco which makes us wonder whether she can also see into the future or whether the time frames have blurred in her eyes too. My favorite blurring of the boundaries of time and space, however, is the scene where Draco meets Hermione’s ghost a few days after the Battle of Hogwarts. The ghost is from the future. She starts haunting him from then on, awoken by her own name coming from his lips. The story takes a full circle when we realize that Hermione haunts Draco because he’s the one who killed her and she is only visible to him because he ate her. This story is wild, isn’t it? The tragedy lies in the fact that Draco did everything he could to keep Hermione alive so she wouldn’t come back to haunt him, get eventually it is his actions that cause the string of events that lead to her becoming his personal ghost.

One thing I noticed was the use of seasons, weather. There was lots of mention of snow, water and ice, then fire, heat, flames. There was also a lot of metaphorical usage of the sun and the moon, which makes sense because it is in the title, but while reading I kept wondering what was the reason for it. In part one, snow, ice, and water symvolize Hermione’s inability to fully feel the consequences of her trauma and her “frozen” sense of self. The water reflect her deep yearning to recover what she had lost. There is a particularly vivid scene in one of the earliest chapters when Hermione where she watches the river flow by as she reflects on what happened to her. However, these memories are also “frozen,” which is why the water is cold, and there is ice in the river. The pivotal element moving forward in act two is fire. It is the first thing she pays attention to when she finds herself in the Manor. In later chapters of act two, Astoria’s funeral fire awakens one of the most deep-seated, although false memories hidden in Hermione’s mind. Fire gradually melts the ice and snow confining Hermione’s mind and sense of identity. In the last chapter of act two, when the drawing room is set on fire, the flames make Hermione remember the truth. If we dare call it the truth.

I don’t think it’s that important to explain the meaning of the sun and the moon, and in this fic that meaning is quite traditional, the moon standing for something that is hidden (half of Harry’s face in the moonlight, the other half hidden—chapter one), and the sun is symbolizing clarity and rebirth, and is mostly embodied by Draco as he is often described as illuminated by sunlight, even if his eyes resemble “two full moons”. You might disagree that he is the good one, and he isn’t, BUT. Although we can never be sure what the truth of Hermione is, we can be sure that Draco was and always will be the key to that truth because he is the mastermind, he is the one in control, he knows the truth and is ready to do anything to be the only one to know it, so much so that he kills the old witch who tells him his future in fear that she might tell his secrets to others. He also symbolizes rebirth because he literally is reborn after he makes a horcrux—his physical appearance changes, making him terrifying and overwhelming—and he is also a vessel for Hermione’s transformation, as she becomes a ghost after going through his digestive system. In one way or both ways, Draco is the key to both of theirs immortality.

Transformation, in my eyes, is another key aspect of this fic. Not only Hermione’s aforementioned transformation, but Draco and Harry’s too. Let’s talk about Harry now. He is the only side character who gets whopping two chapters from his POV, same as Draco, which puts him into a position of being as important of a character as Draco, and just as mysterious. (And just as evil. Or really?) Harry, unlike other characters, goes through his transformation early on in the story while Hermione and Draco are still in tact. He transforms into his mad-self when Hermione accidentally flips a stone of the Hogwarts castle on top pf him and George. George dies, fuelling Hermione’s eternal guilt, while Harry survives, suffering a months-long comatose state, which mirrors Hermione’s coma that she wakes up from after he tortures her. After waking up, Harry is eerily different, yet not so different as to make Hermione believe he’s evil. Although Hermione convinces herself that Harry did not die in the accident, Harry claims that she did. Although Harry says that he doesn’t blame her for what happened, Hermione blames herself. Harry’s corruptive transformation ascends slowly and mostly off-page, yet we know where his way leads to even though we have no proof of him doing anything wrong, ever.

Harry becomes tortured with visions of the future, and knowing what is going to happen to him, he tries, just like Draco, to do everything he can to turn the wheel of fate sideways, yet, just like Draco’s, his visions come true. Knowing the future doesn’t protect one from it. Here is where Macbeth comes in. It is very literally mentioned in one of the conversations where Draco and Hermione talk about Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, and as they talk about them, we readers feel as if they’re talking about themselves. Having Macbeth as an intertext only furthers the feeling of inevitable doom.

The fate is inescapable. There is a god, or a higher power, that controls these characters as if they were puppets on strings. In numerous scenes, Hermione feels like she cannot control her body, that her body works on its own accord, as if someone would be in control of it. In the last chapter of act two, when she tries to kill PhantomDraco, yet her own hand turns her own wand against herself, is the scene which illustrates determinism in this fic the best. Determinism is the philosophical idea that all events, including human actions, are determined by prior causes and conditions, meaning everything happens because of something that came before it. Characters tried to do everything they can to escape their fate, yet they only end up solidifying the ineffability.

There are five characters, besides Harry and Draco, who get their own POV chapters, one for each—Blaise, Pansy, Daphne and Narcissa. These chapters serve a few purposes. The first is to show what an unreliable narrator Hermione is. Her understanding of the Slytherin gang as people is very limited, which makes sense and gives the story a sense of realism. Other people always have rich lives beyond what we perceive. The characters’ POV chapters reveal their inner lives and complex relationships with one another that Hermione doesn’t notice. The other purpose of these chapters is to show Draco from others’ POV. Apparently, all the other characters hate him because he is evil. In all the chapters, except these, Draco is shown to be kind and loving, but the key thing is that he’s like that when he’s with Hermione. When he’s with Blaise, or Astoria, or Pansy, he is an uncaring and egotistical monster. Blaise’s chapter is the first glimpse that we get of Draco’s true form. And we don’t get many chances like that. The third reason for these chapters is to show that characters mirror each other. I already mentioned that there are a lot of scenes that get repeated over and over again with some minor changes (symbolising the snake-like slithering of time and events), but the same applies to characters—they mirror Hermione, and each other. Blaise mirrors Hermione’s inability to take action when it comes to facing the truth (that Harry might be going mad; that the Order might be using her; that Draco is not what she thinks she is). Daphne mirrors Hermione later in life—upon their first meeting, Hermione judges Daphne for living inside a beautiful house with a murderer husband, growing flowers and taking care of Astoria without worrying about the state of the world; in act five, she becomes a wife locked in a house, growing flowers and taking care of Astoria (seemingly) without any other worries. Astoria, although without her own chapter, also mirrors Hermione even in the early chapters while they’re both sick. Their borderline-obsessive infatuation with Draco is a thing they have in common. Pansy mirrors Hermione’s wish to please others and to save the world in her own little ways (which, of course, never goes anywhere). Narcissa’s chapter is incredibly vivid and beautiful, and it mirrors the way Hermione’s mind gets wrecked in the later chapters.

Another thing to note is that these characters die without ever doing what they always wanted to do. Blaise dies after going mad and losing his mind, killing Daphne, the one person he swore to protect and save from the mess of war. Daphne dies being killed by the love of her life. Astoria, who spent her life in Blaise’s house wishing to get away and be back with her parents, dies begging Hermione not to move her, saying please, I don’t want to go. Pansy wishes to never lose herself, to never let evil take over her, and she dies as one of Harrys inferi, without a mind of her own, which in life was her greatest insecurity. Hermione dies from brain cancer caused by memory alteration, just like her mother. Narcissa dies by jumping off a balcony, just like Hermione’s father does after losing his daughter, just like Hermione attempts to do in the earlier chapter after “remembering” that PhantomDraco killed their daughter.

Now let’s talk about those god forsaken interludes. One folklore tale, one painting by William Blake, two poems, one heart-wrenching song, one play-like chapter… But firstly, I want to mention the epigraph which is a scene from the Bible, featuring one of the most well-known scenes of the great red dragon and the woman clothed with the sun. The woman is giving birth and the dragon awaits to eat the child. Many scholars interpret the dragon to be the devil, the woman to be Mary, mother of god, and the baby to be Jesus. This epigraph paints a picture of some evil threat hanging above Hermione, as of course, we interpret Hermione as the woman clothed with the sun. In the first act, there is some clever half-misdirection that makes us believe that Harry is the evil mastermind behind it all and that Draco is just a misunderstood antihero in love with Hermione, and so, having read this epigraph, we interpret that Harry is the dragon waiting to eat Hermione’s child. But then, in the later part of the fic, there is an interlude titled The Moon, which features the same exact scene as the epigraph, only in the form of the famous William Blake’s painting, although by then we have an entirely different context. The interlude follows after Draco creates a horcrux and turns into PhantomDraco, so right now, we interpret the bleached red dragon of Blake’s as Draco, while Hermione still remains the woman clothed with the sun, as Daphne titles her before dying.

But the very first interlude is a folktale The folktale Spruce, the Queen of Serpents of Spruce, the youngest daughter of a poor family, who is forced to marry a magical grass snake after promising to do so under pressure. The snake transforms into a handsome prince, and they live happily in an underwater palace, raising four children. When Spruce visits her family, her brothers trick her youngest daughter, Little Aspen, into revealing the prince’s name, which they use to summon and kill him. In grief, Spruce curses Aspen to forever tremble in fear as a tree, while her brave sons become mighty trees, standing tall beside their mother, who is also transformed into the Spruce tree. This tragic tale mirrors the one of Draco and Hermione, and even of their daughter, gifting us a glimpse into how it’s going to end, yet it’s not an exact copy of the folktale, it only serves as a metaphor, and also makes us root, undeservingly, for Draco, in belief that he is the lover. Another epigraph which is foreshadowing is the poem also by William Blake “The Sick Rose” which foreshadows that Hermione is going to be sick and that she’ll die. Another poem is “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath which tells a story of a woman who dies and dies and yet resurrects each time. This interlude is right before the epilogue, where we find out that Hermione became Draco’s ghost. The character of Lady Lazarus solidifies the fic’s biblical imagery. The interlude of the song, Poison Tree by groupie, is another William Blake moment, as it is inspired by a poem of the same name. In author’s note, it says: “[the song] uses metaphor, antithesis, and biblical associations to highlight the self-damage that can proceed from suppressing anger. The emphasis is on letting go of negative emotions and moving on with life before this energy impacts the health and well-being of others. This poem is an extended metaphor – the wrath (anger) becomes a tree, a fruit, a poison apple.” Again, this ties up the loose ends with biblical imagery, the symbol of a tree, and anger that Hermione feels towards Harry and everyone else who harmed her, Draco included. It precedes right before Hermione gains back her memories.

At last, why the hell are the chapters named after Tarot cards, you may ask? This is perhaps the simplest question I can answer. As per my interpretation, Tarot cards represent something that is written in the stars, coded in fate, something that is while possible to foresee, impossible to avoid. Each chapter being a Tarot card tells us one more time that this story won’t end well and that nothing that will happen cannot be avoided.

[fantom-as]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well and enjoying summer to the fullest :). So I really liked following along with TSTMTT on AO3 and I was wondering if it is on hiatus? Nevertheless it‘s a great fic that I love :)

Hello, I just want to let you know that The Sun, The Moon, The Truth is NOT on hiatus and will resume uploading in September. I am simply taking the summer off from writing as thus story is dark and complicated and it requires quite a lot of intellectual and emotional energy to write it.

I am currently on holiday, resting and recovering and will get back into writing in August, but it might take a while for me to write the chapters, so that’s why the deadline I set for myself is September.

I hope all of you are doing well 💕

[fantom-as]

TSTMTT vs Dragon’s Heartstrings

it just be like that I guess

[equallyloyalandlethal]

TSTMTT Thrett for Wip Wednesday!

Theo Fullshift POV: He shoved himself off the wall, lips pulling up into a tight snarl, another growl thrumming through his ribs. The timber of it wavered as he spun in another tight circle, ears flattened to his skull. Why was he fucking hiding like a sniveling puppy? He didn’t hide. People hid from him. He was a weapon that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run at the first glance.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Please, For My Sanity?

Lori is missing and Brett needs to go find her, but Theo is insisting on tagging along.

Part of my (slow going) series: Their Sun, Their Moon, Their Truth

[fantom-as]

Hermione in TSTMTT

― Ovid, Metamorphoses

[equallyloyalandlethal]

WIP Ask Game

Here's the document titles for my 10 latest WIPs. Send me a number or title and I'll share a snippet and write at least 100 words.

Let Them Fight

Love Like Hellebores

Ashes ch 3

TSTMTT - thrett

real steel - writing

puppy pack motel

El dorado - thiam

blind!Theo + Chi + Liam's Anxiety

Atlantis AU

AAC/Control - the lost chapters

TAGS @theoceanismyinkwell @ksbbb @raekensarcher @hemlocksandfoxgloves @renmackree @attempted--eloquence

[equallyloyalandlethal]

WIP Wednesday Thursday Game (by @kedreeva)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Let's try this again, without the long ass post of all the other weeks!

The Titles!

Ashes Ch 4

Atlantix (co)

Love Like Hellebores

Let them fight/Shame on yew

TSTMTT thrett

SNIPPET: TSTMTT thrett

Theo started whining again, though his throat was raw, and each sound was like someone was dragging claws over the inside of his trachea. Before Brett made it anywhere near the cave mouth, he smelled the wolf, and the flurry of furious wailing howls in his head rose louder. The pitch of his own whine drove nails through his ribs as they contracted, stabbing into his repeatedly with every breath he tried to take. He sounded lost and scared, sentiments echoed in his chemosignals, as much as he was trying to tamp them down.  Hiding meant being invisible in all ways: sight, sound, and smell. Normally, he was infallible on all accounts, his dark coat blending into shadows while his innate control took over, obfuscating him in the remaining ways. He shouldn’t be findable. For all intents and purposes, he could disappear, and yet, here he was, being tracked by two wolves, cornered in his — Malia’s — den. 

Tagging more friendos because I live to cause chaos!

@chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @rd-eternity @fhaf123 @rhyslahey @attempted--eloquence @pansexual-puppy-pack

[equallyloyalandlethal]

TSTMTT - thrett 👀

Their Sun Their Moon Their Truth Verse || unnamed fic, pre-ot3

“What do you want, Dunbar? Practice isn’t for another five hours, so I know I’m not late–”

A sharp whine cut through the phone, trapping the rest of his words in his suddenly too tight throat. Liam was saying something, but it was a mess of gibberish as Brett’s focus was solely on the still peaking shrill sound leaking through.

Biting back an impatient snarl, he managed to grind out a terse, "Is he okay?"

He tried to listen to Liam, he really did, but all his wolf could hear were the ongoing whines in the background. His chest clenched, a thorny sort of thing wriggling around his chest as his wolf snarled again, so far past worry he was edging in on fury. The prickle of claws sliding out of his fingers and sharp pricks of fangs poking through his gums had him clenching his eyes shut, forcing breaths in and out. His control was better than this. What three things cannot long be hidden? Finger by finger, he loosened his grip around his phone, trying to keep from crushing it. The sun. He took another, deeper breath, forcing it in through his nose. The moon. Out through his fangless mouth. The truth. He opened his eyes, continuing to breathe, and refocused onto the voices coming through the phone, intentionally searching out the words, even as his hand tightened around the phone.

Liam was babbling semi-coherently, trying to explain the whole situation, when all he needed to do was answer the question. Then, he abruptly quieted. The subsequent sighed, “Thank god. Here, it’s Brett,” tumbled over the line. The static shuffle of the phone being handed over almost had him growling into it. He needed an answer.

“Brett, hey–”

His wolf surged forward again, growling into the receiver at Scott’s voice. If he could, he would have leapt through the phone and snarled in the alpha’s face, telling him to get lost. The vehemence in that thought had Brett dropping his hand down, frowning. Liam being there, for whatever reason, was entirely fine. In fact, he was grateful for it. But Scott, an alpha, one who actively refused to claim Theo as his own despite how much the chimera had fought for him, being there was intolerable.

He managed to ask, "Is Theo okay: yes or no?" in a somewhat coherent manner, despite the growl continuing to roll around his chest.

Clearly taken aback by the rough tone, Scott was quiet for long enough that he heard Liam mumble, "Sorta."

Brett’s growl deepened to a snarl, confusion whipping the protective urge into something bordering on a frenzy. His claws sprang out again, scraping over the screen and embedding into his palm. Either he was fine or not, there was not really any room for an in between. Though, if anyone were to find it, Theo would be the one.

“He’s not hurt physically,” Scott assured. It wasn’t much, but it did manage to placate his wolf enough to calm the swirling storm in his head by a degree or two. “There’s definitely something going on with him, but he’s not letting either of us close enough to really ask what’s going on or–”

“Because you can’t ask him, especially not when he’s spiraling already,” said Brett, a sigh following shortly after.

He stood, spinning on his heel and beelining towards the house, textbook and notes forgotten. The phone was still pinned between his ear and shoulder as he took the steps up the porch two by two, barely hearing the alpha and beta as they rattled on. Once inside, he paused for the briefest moment, scratching out a hurried note for Lori, knowing she would wake up as soon as he started the car, and as worried as he was about Theo, he didn’t want her to be worrying too.

Thankfully, his keys were where they always were, despite him not remembering to put them there. He smiled lightly, sending up a silent thank you to his sleeping sister for her constant thoughtfulness. Without her, he probably would have lost his head a time or two just from leaving it places.

Another grating snarl rippled through the phone, Liam’s shouted “I’m trying to help you, fucktard!” coming through as equally loud and clear. Keys in hand, he bolted out the door. He bit back the snarl in his chest and the urge to tell the idiot to just back off and wait for him. It wasn’t like the others even fucking knew about them yet, they wouldn’t understand why he was this protective over someone other than Lori.

"Where are you right now?" he asked, unable to keep the growl out of his voice.

“The Preserve. Not far off of the old bridge.”

Without further ado, knowing he would only get more worked up listening to them fail at handling his boyfriend, Brett hung up and slid his phone into his jacket pocket.

[fantom-as]

Draco in TSTMTT be like:

[fantom-as]

Hermione in TSTMTT be like:

[fantom-as]

readers of TSTMTT get ready

there is something poetic to be said about regulus black and draco malfoy.

two perfect sons who are put in the middle of a war, because of their pureblood lineage.

two slytherins who fall for clumsy, dark-haired gryffindor quidditch players. two blacks falling for two potters.

the lion's heart, and the dragon.

perhaps that is why narcissa protects her son so fiercely. she sees her cousin's soul reflected in his eyes.

[fantom-as]

Hermione in TSTMTT

Margaret Atwood, from Procedures for Underground; "Three Desk Objects,"

[fantom-as]

Draco (1), Hermione (2) and Hermione (3) in TSTMTT

✞ 666 ✞

[fantom-as]

Draco in TSTMTT

words by me

this is about Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham. actually it’s also about Victor von Doom and Reed Richards