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mangohgeckoh · 5 months

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Maybe Silco with a motherly Fem!Reader who adores Jinx? Something with breeding & pregnancy? Domestic bliss please?

Soft

Oooh, I do love some good domestic bliss... and I've always loved the idea of Silco's lover being a motherly figure for Jinx. Tbh, it would've solved so many problems in the show....

Rating: Explicit. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

Pairing: Silco x Afab!reader.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Breeding kink, sliiiiight degradation, Silco fantasizes about pregnant reader, cockwarming, y'all already know what's up

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You were by far the softest thing in Silco’s life. The Eye of Zaun -the most feared kingpin in all of the Undercity- was not a man who usually enjoyed life's softer, sweeter things, but you were the one exception.

He could still vividly remember the day you showed up at his door, demanding to see Powder. Silco had wanted nothing more than to laugh. It was ridiculous, the way you showed up alone and completely unarmed to The Last Drop and demanded things from him of all people. Under any normal circumstance, you would’ve never gotten past his bouncers at the door, but he could barely get Jinx to eat or respond to him. Her door was locked, and the lock was reinforced from the inside…. he was worried about his new daughter, and you seemed to know her. So, against his better judgment, Silco took one look at the motherly concern you seemed to show for Jinx and brought you to her door.

He watched carefully as you knelt in front of the door and took a deep, calming breath. “Darling, I know it’s been so hard, and you’ve been so brave… could you please come out and eat something? For me?” The door flew open in a blinding flash of unkempt, neon blue hair, and Jinx was in your arms. The small girl was sobbing and clutching you so tightly, almost like she was afraid you’d disappear at any second. She was trying to say something, but her sobs distorted her words to the point they were unrecognizable.

You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, picking her up as she buried her face into the crook of your neck. Silco watched in shock as you stood and turned to face him calmly. “What are your thoughts on soup?.”

In the span of five minutes, you had nearly kicked his door in to see Jinx, gotten her to come out of her room for the first time in a few days, and now you were asking him about…. soup??

“Excuse me?” He managed to say, a look of pure bewilderment still plastered on his usually smug face.

“She likes it, so I’m going to make some. You don’t look like you’ve eaten recently either, so I want to know if I need to make enough for three.” Your tone was soft but completely matter-of-fact as you stroked the young girl’s hair.

Silco nodded slowly. “Soup would be…. fine.”

Without another word, you simply turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, murmuring words of comfort to the child in your arms.

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You were the brutally soft woman who had invaded Silco’s life and turned it upside down in the best way possible…. Which is how the Kingpin found himself in his current position: buried deep inside you, biting your shoulder as the thick, swollen head of his cock kissed your cervix.

The pain-tinged pleasure was almost blinding, but fuck, it was exactly what you wanted. It was enough to have you desperately moaning his name and your back arching. The Eye of Zaun kissed the column of your neck hungrily, trailing his lips all the way up to your ear. Silco’s warm breath caressed the shell of your ear as he nipped at the delicate skin before murmuring. “You’re sure about this, my lovely?”

“Silco, please.” You whined, voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you. “W-we talked about this. I want a baby…. I want you to get me pregnant.”

Silco growled in response, reaching up to palm the swell of your soft, generously curved breasts. He had you pressed back across the smooth wood of his desk, all of his papers and work carelessly thrown to the side as he took you roughly, with an almost singular purpose. The gold-trimmed bottom hem of the dress you favored had been roughly shoved up around the curves of your hips to allow him more room between your thighs. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily.

“Such a dirty girl,” he purred, sliding one of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Your tongue laved around it, eyelids fluttering shut in bliss as he pressed it in further.

Silco hissed at the sight, trailing his other hand up to caress the soft skin of your lower abdomen. He pressed down with the flat of his palm, making you cry out at the sudden pressure before following it with another gentle massage. “Wanting me to fuck you raw like this…. Such a pretty thing, and you want to carry my child.”

The thought of you pregnant was nearly enough to make him cum instantly. Your body would change… swell with the life he put inside you. Everyone would know it… Everyone would see his claim on you. Yes, Jinx would be getting a sibling, and Silco would be glad about that alone, but his true desires were much more selfish.

You whimpered as his clever fingers found their next target: one of your overly-sensitive nipples. Silco bit back a moan of his own, imagining your breasts swollen and heavy with milk. “Let me hear it again, lovely. Say my name.”

A particularly delicious thrust of his hips punctuated each word, and Silco’s name fell from your kiss-swollen lips. Your orgasm burned through your body as you fell apart beneath him, whimpering and begging him to finish, to give you what you craved most.

Silco’s beautiful green eye rolled back in bliss as his fingers forcefully dug into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own climax. His hips snapped into yours lewdly, and with one last strangled groan, the Eye of Zaun joined you in pure euphoria. The movement of his hips slowed, and you felt his warm seed fill you completely.

Your head dropped back against the desk with a soft thunk, your energy completely and utterly spent. Silco caressed your temple, raising one of your hands to his lips to kiss it gently.

“Beautiful…” he murmured, letting his gaze wash over you unashamedly and making no move to leave your warmth. You shifted your hips slightly, drawing a short, sharp hiss from your lover as you sighed contentedly, completely relaxed beneath him.

Silco dipped down to press more reverent kisses against your skin, his smooth, deep voice intensely comforting. “We are going to stay just like this for a few more minutes. It wouldn’t do for any of our hard work to go to waste.”

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mangohgeckoh · 11 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: draco malfoy sneaks you into the restricted section of the hogwarts library, but gets a little distracted.

word count: 1.7k

genre: smut

warnings: descriptions of sex

author's note: i usually don't write smut so please don't judge if it's bad, i just couldn't not write this one!

"Draco, how exactly do you plan to pull this off?"

Truthfully, you didn't know what you were thinking either. But when Draco Malfoy tells you he wants you to go with him somewhere in the middle of the night, you don't object. How could you?

"Well, darling, there's a reason I was sorted in Slytherin." Draco whispers as you were both walking towards the Hogwarts Library on the first floor. He held a key in his right hand that you could see from the light reflecting off the candle you held.

"Do I even want to know how you managed to get that?"

All he did was chuckle slightly as he opened the door to the library for you, looking behind you to ensure no one was witnessing what they were about to do. It was absolutely prohibited for any student to be out in the corridors this time of night. It was idiotic to do this, but you come when Draco calls.

He took your free hand in his and walked you over to the back of the school's large library. You held your light up towards the ceiling, looking up until you could read the words that laid upon the wall.

The Restricted Section.

"Wait, why are we going in here?" You didn't mean to, but your voice quivered a bit. Of course, you had seen the entrance to this section numerous times, but never dared to try to enter. Only students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts could obtain permission, but you had heard rumors from those students who had entered that the section contained books from your worst nightmare.

"Don't be scared, (Y/L/N)." Draco said quietly, using the key to carefully unlock the door. "I'll protect you." His lips were dangerously close to your ear as he held the door open for you to enter. You knew that he meant that sincerely, it sent a slight chill up your spine.

Draco Malfoy was perhaps the most overprotective boyfriend you've ever seen, but you didn't mind. In dark times such as this, it was welcomed even. If anyone even looked at you for a second too long for his liking, he had no problem using every spell he knew to defend you.

Despite the fact that both of you were breaking a few school rules, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. The world's most fascinating books must have been contained in this section. You put your candle on a nearby table, your fingertips grazing every spine you could manage.

You finally managed to grab a book that seemed interesting, pulling it out of the bookshelf and opening it. However, your mind wasn't on the book.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Draco leaning against the door. The candlelight reflected on him beautifully, the night seemed to become him. His blond hair was a mess due to waking up in the middle of the night, but he still managed to look better than you could ever imagine.

"Misbehaving over there?" A smirk came to his face as he began to walk towards you, forcing you to turn your full attention on him. "I thought I brought you here so you could read, not admire me."

You couldn't help but laugh softly. "That's bold coming from you, Malfoy. Don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at me over there, I thought you were supposed to be guarding the door."

You turned your head back towards the book in front of you, your eyes scanning every word on the page. You knew he must have been pouting at the loss of attention.

"Oh, I couldn't help it, (Y/N)." He sighed out slightly, his fingertips gently grazing your back. "How am I supposed to do that when you're this beautiful?"

He kissed your cheek and you could feel yourself grin, but you still paid him no mind. "Thank you, love. Let me just finish this chapter, then we can head out. I know you must be exhausted."

You really did think that. You knew Draco had a lot on his mind this year, with all of his assignments and the pressure from his family was even more apparent.

"Oh, I'm not exhausted." He whispered into your ear as he gently pressed his crotch area against you. You could feel his growing erection and his lips slowly kiss down your neck. This earned him a soft groan from you.

"But I-" You protested until you felt his soft lips kiss your collarbone, then you were just clay in his hands. "I-um.."

"What was that?" You could practically hear the grin on his face, but you were no match for the brilliant technique he had of getting what he wants. His hands, covered in several silver rings, reached for your book to place it back on its shelf. He turned your body around to face him, his face close to yours.

You could see the passion he had for you in those gray eyes of his and could feel your body burning as those eyes made his way down your body. Somehow, in the trance you were in, he had managed to position your body to sit on the table, with him standing in between your legs.

"Are you insinuating that reading one of those old books is better than something I can give you?" His lips finally crashed into yours to end his question, his hands resting on your thighs.

At this point, how could you focus on anything else but the feelings he was providing to you? Nothing else mattered except for the way his hand now made his way up your skirt, his fingertips pressing softly against your underwear.

"Draco, please-" He knew how to get what he wanted, didn't he?

"You didn't answer the question, (Y/N)." He pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes, smirking as he enjoyed this game. "You're not getting what you want until you answer." At this point, his fingers had pushed your underwear aside. They were simply waiting for instructions from their master.

You knew what he wanted, he wanted to hear you plead. You spread your legs, lifting up your skirt to reveal your thighs even more. "Please."

That was all you had to say for him to make up his mind. He pressed you back into the bookshelves, two of his fingers finding their way to enter your folds. You couldn't hold back the gasp as you leaned your head back against the bookshelf.

"Be quiet, darling. Remember, we're not supposed to be here." He whispered into your ear as his body was practically pressed against yours. You nodded, although you knew that would be a hard task. Draco knew his way around your body very well, he knew how to pleasure you.

His two fingers began to pump themselves in and out at a slow pace, which you were thankful for. Any faster and you knew you would finish all too soon. You held a hand over your mouth, attempting to silence the sounds that threatened to come out.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you? You pretend you're some sort of good girl, but I know what you are. You love it when Draco Malfoy can give you pleasure no one else could." He teased you slightly with a wide grin, as if he was proud of what he had achieved.

He took his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper slightly. He raised his eyebrow at that, placing one of his fingers over his lips for you to remain quiet. Your eyes went down to his crotch area as he took off his belt, pulling down his pants.

This is a sight you would never get tired of. The image of him pulling your hips closer, waiting for him to make you his once more. The image of him biting his bottom lip as he enters you, staring into your eyes as to show that he loved you.

"Oh.." You let out almost a breath of relief as you finally can feel his hardness slide into you. "Please keep going." To hell with the silence rule. The professors can punish you all they want, it would be worth it just for this moment.

Draco chuckles as he looks at you, fighting back moans of his own. His hips push further until they touch yours, as he slides himself completely inside.

"(Y/N)." That was all your lover had to say to let you know what he was thinking. You knew from all the times you had made love that he loved connecting with you in such an intimate way. Beyond the pleasures of teasing you, he loved nothing more than feeling you let him inside.

As if a switch had happened, he wasted no time. He thrusted himself in and out at a pace he knew you craved. It was at a slower pace, but rough and needy at the same time. His lips went to your ear, whispering into it.

"That's my girl, you take it so well. God, I love how you feel."

You could never get enough of his words for desire specifically for you. You were always grateful you landed a boyfriend who wasn't afraid to tell you how he felt. Your head was buried into his neck, but it still wasn't enough to silence the sounds his hardness was causing you to feel. The length and girth seemed to fit you perfectly, as if it belonged inside of you.

"Draco, if you-" You began to moan out, but he shook his head to silence you.

"Say it again." He had a wide grin on his face once again, continuing his thrusts. You felt one of his hands make its way between your thighs, his thumb slowly caressing your clit.

"Draco?" You questioned, before you began to feel what he was doing. This man was going to drive you crazy.

You leaned your head back, the feeling of his hardness and thumb was too much to bear. Finally, you felt your legs shake as you kept repeating his name, closing your eyes as your orgasm arrived. It wasn't long before you felt him finish as well, moaning your name into your neck. He stepped closer to rest in your arms as you both breathed slowly. His skin seemed to glow in the dark with sweat, only reflected by the candle that still burned beside you. Your fingers ran through his hair as you kissed his forehead.

"I love you." You heard him whisper as he grinned. "You can get back to your little books now, but no promises this won't happen again."

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mangohgeckoh · 1 year

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Songbird - Chp 5

Chapter 5—It Must Be You (AO3)

Previous chapter: Chapter 4

Songbird Masterlist

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI

Chapter tags: Post-drowning!Silco, singer-songwriter!reader, smut, cunnilingus,

Chapter word count: 4.6k

Chapter Beta Reader: @juniper-sunny

Total final word count: 29k

Album art: @silcosentropy

Series summary:

While busking with your guitar in the Lanes, you meet a young man with a dark history and the scars to match. Recovering from fresh emotional wounds, you both find comfort and companionship in each other's music.

Track 5 - It Must Be You (3:24)

You can feel your eyelids start to grow heavy with sleep when Silco pulls you out of it with a stroke of his finger along your spine. It sends a sweet shiver through you and you gasp at the touch.

"You're not falling asleep already are you?" he asks above you. "If you are, I'd have to call you a liar."

"What?" That wakes you up a little and you turn your face up to look at him.

"What was it you said before?" he asks, his voice velvet. "You need at least two?"

Blush creeps into your cheeks and Silco is quick to catch it.

"That was about song verses—"

"Was it?" Silco's pointer finger tucks under your chin, lifting it to get a better look at you.

You search his eyes and see mischief in both.

"Not to mention…" His voice is low and dark. "There's something from the song I still haven't done."

Your eyebrows furrow and you try to recall the lyrics you wrote just an hour ago. But as Silco shifts in the bed, bringing his body to cage yours once again, your mind draws a blank and you can do nothing but stare up at him. His lips are a sharp curl of a smirk.

"Taste you."

Your breath hitches and soon he's bringing his lips down to your chest, tongue hot as it presses against a hardened nipple before you feel his lips wrap around it. A sweet thrill shoots through you as he bites down on the bud and your back arches into him.

Not one to leave you wanting, he gives your other breast the same treatment. Hot, breathy licks on your sensitive nipple, shooting electricity back into your core. You whimper under his ministrations, powerless to them.

He replaces his lips with his hands as he slides down your figure. As you watch him slowly lower himself toward the apex of your legs, a shaky exhale escapes your lips in anticipation.

His hands snake down your torso to settle on your thighs, pushing them apart. You can feel his breath on your pelvis and your walls clench around nothing. Silco smirks and you can't help but wonder if he saw the movement.

"Such a beautiful girl," he whispers before kissing your inner thigh. "You're perfect."

Your eyebrows curl inwards at the praise, only to rise to your hairline when he brings his lips to your folds, tongue hot and flat as it licks a stripe up to your clit. Your hips jump at the sensation and Silco hums in amusement before doing it again. His grip on your thighs is harsh, nails digging into your skin.

"Silco…" you whisper, cheeks flush with heat. One hand bunching the sheets beneath you, your other rests on his head, fingers curling into his raven hair.

He wraps his lips around your clit before sucking, causing you to throw your head back into the pillow, narrowly missing the headboard. He laps at you like a man starved, breaking only to stare into your eyes as he lifts his middle and ring finger to his mouth and sucking on each in turn before bringing them to massage your entrance.

A throaty gasp fills the air as he works you, coating his already wet fingers in your arousal. Leaning forward, he laps at your clit once again right as he pushes the two digits in.

"Fuck!" you cry out, your grip tightening on his hair.

He curls his fingers in you just so and your hips buck. The lewd sounds of his tongue ravishing your clit are nothing compared to the series of wails and moans you fill the room with. Silco hums in amusement to each sound you make, smirking against your folds. When you look down, you're met with his dual-toned eyes staring back up at you, enraptured. Your walls clench around his fingers at the sight and it further spurs him on.

Each curl of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue threatens to topple you over. You can't catch your breath with how thoroughly he's working you. Both hands now on his head, your thighs quiver as your cries grow more desperate.

"Sil— Silco," you manage to get out between gasps and mewls. "I'm so— ah! Close."

Silco keeps his pace relentless, tongue hot and wild on your clit. He pulls his fingers back just enough to add a third finger, pushing into you and hitting at that spot that brings spots to your vision. Your voice comes out as short wails, growing in volume and pitch as your release builds to unsustainable heights. Your eyes lock with Silco's, your eyebrows curled in wanton pleasure, your mouth hanging open, gasping for air between cries of ecstasy. And then—

Your climax hits you like never before, overwhelming and beautiful. Silco draws out your pleasure as you call out his name in one long wail, singing his praises to the heavens. It goes on for much longer than you anticipated, to the point that you can feel your whole lower body shake as it fights to free itself from Silco's ruthless grasp. You sputter and gasp as you're overstimulated, torn between begging him to stop and pleading for him to keep going.

Silco makes the decision for you as he draws out another orgasm from you, a riptide that leaves you breathless. Tears stream down your temples unbidden as you're overcome with the flood of sensations and finally you beg for relief.

"Silco, please!" You can't help how pathetic your voice sounds or how hard you cling to his hair. "No more! I can't—"

Silco gives one final kiss to your clit before pulling back, his mouth and chin covered in your juices and the cockiest grin in all the Undercity. Every tensed muscle that's been practically seizing in the wake of your climax finally relaxes and your head hits the pillow with a loud thump. You wince as Silco slowly drags his fingers along your walls and watch in a fuckdrunk haze as he licks each clean in turn before wiping his chin with his forearm.

Somehow you manage to lift your arms enough to beckon him towards you. He accepts—the cocky grin still on his face—and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his chin to rest his head on your chest. You're certain he must hear the way your heart pounds behind the cage of your ribs, how your lungs work overtime to regain your breath.

Your body feels heavy as it sags into the mattress, sinking as if being pulled into quicksand. And as sleep starts to overtake you, your eyelids flutter closed, a cockdrunk smile at your lips.

You wake up in the middle of the night with a slight pressure pushing on your bladder. When you blink open your eyes, you see that you and Silco had fallen asleep with the lights on. Taking stock of where you are, Silco snores softly against your chest, his arms still wrapped around your middle. As quietly as you can, you pull yourself out from under him and make your way to the bathroom.

After relieving yourself, you go to wash your hands and notice a peculiar sight: Silco's bathroom mirror is shattered. From the looks of it, something heavy must have been thrown at it, if the way the cracks spread out like spiderwebs from one central point is anything to go off of. You look around the sink counter and realize that there aren't any shards or fine powder from the mirror, so Silco must have wiped it up at one point in the aftermath.

Still, the sight of the broken mirror sends a shiver up your spine.

What rage, what overwhelming emotion must have overtaken him to lead to this?

As you dry your hands on a nearby towel, you notice a small object on the counter. A bronze globe of Runterra sits on the countertop with a large dent in it. Giving into your curiosity, you pick it up.

Turning it over in your hand, you can feel something moving within it. You tug at the small peg at the top of the globe and it pulls the top half up to reveal a hollowed inner compartment with a stand. Within are small holes and the objects you could feel shifting inside: cigarettes.

You're half tempted to take one for yourself but decide against it, opting to close the little cigarette holder. Just as you're about to set it back down, you bring it up to the mirror.

Same size as the break in the mirror.

Your eyebrows lift and you set the case down, feeling like a Piltover sleuth.

When you return to the makeshift bedroom, you find Silco has pulled the sheets over himself when you were preoccupied. The sight of him sleeping soundly feels at complete odds with the image you have in your mind of him throwing that cigarette holder. You try to push the latter visage out of your mind and flick off the light switch before crawling under the sheets. Silco mumbles at the movement but otherwise doesn't wake up. You're about to wrap an arm around him when you realize there's still some light coming from somewhere. It takes you a moment to realize the source of the soft orange glow is actually coming from Silco's corrupted eye.

Like a moth to a flame, you feel yourself drawn to it, hypnotized. It's beautiful and warm and sinister all at once. It swirls lazily, very much alive but calm, as if laying dormant.

For a brief moment, you wonder if Silco can see out of this eye.

So many questions.

Maybe you'll ask him when he wakes.

You wrap your arm around his waist and he immediately reacts to it, turning over his shoulder to face away from you. You start to pull away, thinking you've crossed some line when you feel his arm rest on top of yours. He takes your hand in his, long fingers lacing between yours, before tugging you in silent, unconscious instruction. You follow it, pressing your chest to Silco's back. His breath rumbles against you as he hums.

You try to fall asleep, but sleep eludes you.

The image of the broken mirror burns at the back of your eyelids and you can't shake the feeling that you're out of your depth. That you've waded into waters whose currents you’ve underestimated. That there's something that lies beneath the surface of Silco's visage that is formidable.

And dangerous.

And yet, you continue to lie with him.

Your face pressed to the crook of his neck, you breathe in his scent. When you open your eyes, you can see the faint glow from his ruined eye, illuminating part of his face. His long, dark hair tickles your cheeks and you can't bring yourself to leave. You could easily slip out unnoticed, but something about Silco keeps you rooted there.

You sigh.

What have I gotten myself into?

When finally you accept that sleep will not be returning to you any time soon, you carefully pull your hand out of Silco's grasp and get to your feet. In the dark, you search for your clothes, donning your underwear and shirt before wandering around the small apartment.

Eyes adjusting to the darkness, you walk into the kitchen area to find a dining table littered with papers. There are notes scribbled in frantic handwriting along with coffee stains, cigarette burns, and food crumbs. Your fingers trail along the table's edge, playing with the handle of a dagger that's been stabbed into the tabletop through what looks like a map. Upon closer inspection, you see its point goes right through the city center of Piltover. Your eyebrows lift as curiosity gets the better of you and you lean down to better read what you recognize is Silco's handwriting.

The more you read, the clearer the picture becomes. You notice that there's more than just Silco's handwriting. While his slanted penmanship is in red ink, there's a second person's handwriting in black. Both writers' notes flow around and over each other, crossed off notes here, highlights and circles there. The two colors of ink seem almost at odds with each other, fighting for dominance on the dozen or so pages sprawled out on the breakfast nook.

Black ink seems to want to bring about Zaun's independence through peaceful means: nonviolent protests, demonstrations, and movements. While red ink seems unsatisfied with such methods, wanting to go down the path of guerrilla warfare, sabotage, and a few other tactics that you can't quite decipher with how erratic the handwriting becomes.

Is this Silco's ex-partner's handwriting? Is this why it didn't work out between them?

Fingers trail along the sheets, as if touching them might gain you more insight into the man you've been spending the night with. Between these papers and the broken mirror, you're beginning to think you've gotten into something you're not quite prepared for.

Not that you don't want Zaun's independence. Of course you do. You hate Piltover just as much as any other sumprat. But you're not entirely sure that you have the stomach for what Silco is asking for in these documents.

You've smuggled. You've stolen. You've taken less than savory jobs.

But violence? Killing?

You've only resorted to the former in desperate times of self-defense. And never have those instances led to death. And while you know that fighting is an inevitable part of living in the Undercity, you've never needed—or wanted—to take a life.

But is that what it takes to free Zaun?

You chew the inside of your mouth, feeling at a crossroads.

The methods of whoever wrote in black ink have been done before and they've never succeeded long-term. Sure, short-term, the Council may throw Zaun a bone here and there, but never any lasting change. Nothing systemic that could make an actual difference in the lives of Undercity citizens.

Still, you can't help the shiver that goes up your spine as you look at the violent words in Silco's handwriting.

You turn, glancing over at the bed. Silco remains sleeping soundly, a soft snore leaving his slightly parted lips. Turning back to the table, you notice something you missed before. Tucked under the pile of papers with just a small corner sticking out, you see a photograph. You pick it up and feel a pang in your chest.

It's Silco.

No black abyss eye, no scars, no bandages. His two teal eyes are alight with energy as he smirks with his arms crossed, looking right at the camera. Next to him is a big hulking man standing almost a full head taller than him. His face is impossible to see as the photo looks to have been stabbed repeatedly, you assume by the same dagger stuck to the table. Why Silco even bothered to keep such a photo eludes you, given his obvious repulsion for the subject of it.

All you know is Silco has a lot of shit he needs to work through.

After taking one last look at Silco asleep in his bed, you grab your guitar case, notebook, and pen, and make your way out to the balcony.

It's a surprisingly cool night. The breeze feels nice on your skin as it blows softly through your hair and tugs lightly at the hem of your shirt. There's a metal chair and small circular table in the corner and you set your guitar case down, unlocking it as quietly as you can.

Could you have simply gone home to work through these feelings? Absolutely. But as you sit on Silco's balcony, you feel that if you don't do this now, you will never be able to.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Write while the emotions are fresh.

Notebook in your lap, you fiddle with your guitar, your strumming just a ghost of a touch, the faintest of sounds pulling from the instrument. As you play around with the chords, the words come easily. You whisper them to yourself, stopping only to write the lyrics down or scratch out a line to replace it with another.

When you reach the chorus, you've not only figured out what words to sing but what to do.

You cannot deny that you have developed some strong feelings for this young man in a short amount of time. That, in him, you found a kindred spirit, a soul that you yearn to know more.

But, you also know: you're not ready for something as heavy as this.

And neither is he.

This is the fastest you've ever written a song. You've never been able to find the words this easily before. Your heart aches knowing that your new muse—that broken man laying asleep just a few yards from you—will not be your muse for much longer.

Cannot be.

You start the song from the top, lyrics already etched into your heart such that you don't need to look at your notebook as you sing softly to yourself and the cool evening air.

🎵Feeling like I've known you all my life

There's a shorthand that we share

Through all the turbulence and strife

A broken soul who needs repair🎵

You feel a tug at your heart and your breath comes out shaky through the long notes of the chorus. While the words came easy, singing them is a whole different story.

🎵And I don't know

Where you will go

But I can see

That what you need

I cannot do

It must be you

You have to heal

Without me🎵

You can feel a sting behind your eyes and you try to blink it away, stubbornly moving into the second verse.

🎵If only I had known you then

Could I have saved you from your fate?

Would it have made a difference?

Or would we be in the same place?🎵

Without realizing it, your voice lifts and you sing more fully, overcome by your own song. You've forgotten all about staying quiet and not waking the man whose balcony you inhabit. The tears you held back before flow freely now and you cannot find it in yourself to care, allowing them to trickle down your cheeks as your voice carries out all your worries and all your fears out into the Zaunite night.

🎵And I don't know

Where you should go

But I can say

Despite the pain

From inside out

You're stronger now

From what I see

You're meant to be🎵

As the final chord rings out, you feel a weight lift off you. Smiling softly to yourself, you know that this is the right thing. For you. And for Silco.

“Hey.”

Silco’s voice is soft as he steps through the door and you’re quick to hide the notebook with the body of your guitar as you look up at him from where you sit. You hurriedly wipe the tears from your eyes before turning to him.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks, a yawn at his mouth. He's wearing a pair of boxers and his hair is a mess, long tendrils sticking out in all directions.

You hate how adorable he looks like this.

It'll only make the next part so much harder.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No, you didn’t.” Silco moves to lean against the railing, arms crossed against the bitter chill of the cool night air. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie. “I just couldn’t sleep and so I came out here for a bit.”

“New song?”

“No, an old one,” you lie again.

How much did he hear?

“It’s good.” He chuckles softly under his breath. “Must’ve been in your melancholic mood when you wrote it.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pluck idly at the guitar strings to fill the silence that falls between you.

Silco uncrosses his arms to reveal two cigarettes and a lighter. He offers one to you and you take it, bringing it to your lips. You shield the end with your hand as Silco lights it for you and you nod in thanks. You take a drag from the cigarette as Silco lights his own and resumes his position, leaning on the railing.

"So…" Silco takes a quick drag and blows it out the side of his mouth. "Can I ask you something?"

You shrug your shoulders, blowing smoke above your head. "What's up?"

"What are you saving up for?"

You flick the cigarette end into an ashtray sitting on the table, smirking. Silco returns the look.

"You know," he continues, "Since I showed you my face."

"You didn't really show me so much as fail to stop hiding it."

He shrugs and bends over to tap the ashes into the ashtray.

"Same thing."

Somewhere below you, a loud Chemtank engine passes by. It sounds like a bike, suped up and utterly obnoxious. It drowns out your thoughts as it fills the air with its rumbling muffler sounds before finally fading back into silence.

"I want to see the world."

You take another drag of the cigarette, careful to not get ashes on your guitar or notebook before continuing.

"And I want to play my music for people."

Silco's eyebrows lift and you're a little too quick to defend yourself.

"I don't want fame or fortune or to 'make it big.' I just want to travel, that's all."

Silco takes a final drag before stamping out the cigarette, seemingly already done with it.

"Wouldn't have judged you if you did."

"Really?" you ask, unconvinced.

He laughs.

"Okay, maybe a little."

After taking a long drag, you stamp your cigarette out. You feel your heart rate start to pick up as you prepare yourself for what you're about to do next.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Your voice is small, your hands gripping your guitar.

Silco hums and nods his head.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" He looks taken aback at the question.

Your throat bobs as you push onward.

"I mean what are you getting yourself into? Molotov cocktails? Sabotage? Guerrilla warfare? Is that really what you want?"

Silco's lips thin to a line and the orange of his abyss eye swirls. He looks less like a wild animal and more like a restrained predator, waiting to strike.

"You really are a nosy motherfucker," he muses. His voice has a melodic cadence to it, teasing yet dark.

"Do you have a death wish? Do you really think you stand a chance against Piltover? They'll eat you alive."

He scoffs as he turns over his shoulder, hands gripping the railing as he surveys the Undercity, his back hunched over. There's a series of scars all along his torso, each one no doubt with a rich story behind it.

Stories you'll never know.

"Silco…" You don't quite know exactly what you're doing, all your words driven by the tumultuous emotions you've been wrestling with for the past hour. "You're gonna get yourself killed."

Rising to your feet, you set your guitar in its case before crossing the small balcony. You reach out for his shoulder but he pulls away from your touch.

"I'm…" You take a deep breath. "I'm worried about you."

When Silco finally turns to you, only his scarred side is visible to you. The maroons and grays of his cheek look almost hardened like marble. His voice comes out as a whisper, but there's no mistaking the venom behind it.

"You think I'm a fool—"

"No!" Your hand finds his on the railing and, to your surprise, Silco doesn't pull away. "No, I just think…" You chew the inside of your mouth as you search for the words. "I think you need to be smart about this. Don't go leaping into something without really considering every possible option. You can't go into this fueled only by emotion."

He scoffs again. There's a hint of a laugh behind it this time.

"You think I'm emotional?"

It's your turn to chuckle.

"I saw the mirror,” you rebut, shaking your head before adding, “and the photo."

A breeze blows past and through you, sending goosebumps all along your arms and legs. Your hand leaves Silco’s to wrap around your middle. You catch out of your periphery Silco’s grip on the railing tightening in response.

His voice is so low that you almost don’t hear it and it takes a moment for the words to register in your head.

“What would you have me do?”

Silco turns his torso to face you fully and you meet him halfway, eyes locking with his. He steps forward, hands resting gently on your elbows, much like he did when you waltzed just a few nights ago. You step forward and tilt your chin up, taking in Silco’s visage. One side of his face cast in shadow, the other bathed in that now familiar orange glow.

“Come with me.”

Silco’s expression is unreadable, painfully stoic. His voice is gravel and measured, not at all the melodic song as before.

“You would have me abandon the cause?”

You uncross your arms, bringing both hands to rest along his face. The stark contrasts of textures underneath your palms feels as different and distinct as the two forces tugging within you: The urge to run and the urge to stay.

“I would have you see all that Runterra has to offer.”

Silco brings one hand up to rest on yours. For a moment, you think you may have reached some part of him. But as his lips thin, you know that there’s nothing that will change his mind. Not his ex-partner.

And certainly not you.

“My place is here.” His voice is unwavering, resolute. He takes both your hands in his, holding them between you. Your lower lip starts to quiver as you beg internally for him not to say what he’s going to say. To not make this harder for you.

But he does.

“It can be your place, too.”

Your eyes flutter closed and a tear trickles down your cheek. Its warmth brings no comfort in the cool Zaunite air. You take in a few shaky inhales, still not daring to look back up at this man that has managed to work his way into your heart in a few short days. In a handful of moments.

When finally you look up at Silco, he looks down at you with what you read as concern.

Or is it pity?

You shake your head, the movement growing stronger the more you try to find your nerve.

“I can’t, Silco.” Your eyes dart back and forth between the ocean teal and volcanic orange. “I can’t do what you want to do; I can’t join your revolution.” You pull your hands out from his to wrap around your middle again. “And I can’t watch you get yourself killed.”

Another tear escapes your eyes and you take a step back, knowing that if you don’t leave now, you never will.

You know yourself too well.

Know that if you stay for a moment longer, you will throw it all away for a man you barely know. You will lose yourself to a man whose priority is not and will never be you. You will blame him for casting you aside in favor of his revolution when you will only have yourself to blame for ever believing he could put you above Zaun.

So you walk away.

To save yourself.

You gather your things in silence; your guitar and notebook from the table, your clothes scattered on the floor. As you sit on the bed getting dressed, Silco stands with his arms crossed, leaning in the doorway of the balcony.

Slinging your guitar over your shoulder, you make for the front door. Just as your hand touches the doorknob, Silco says your name, just barely above a whisper.

You turn over your shoulder to see just his silhouette, his figure backlit from the neon lights of the Undercity. He’s just a shadow.

A shadow with a glowing orange eye.

“Take care.”

“You too, Silco.”

Stay tuned for Chapter 6! The final chapter! Comes Thurs April 27.

A/N: Gotta balance out the smut with some angst because why not. Also thanks to anyone who's read so far. I know this fic came out of nowhere and is a bit of a passion project that derailed my other WIPs. I also know it's not one of my most popular fics, possibly because of the songs. Or maybe I'm just not very good at young Silco. But I'm enjoying myself and I hope if you've read this far, you are too!

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masterlist request guidelines requests are open ♥ per the usssual

this gif hit me in the face :/

pairing: draco x goldentriofriend!reader

request: yes! thank you :) sorry for not actually following the type of soulmate AU you wanted…..i took a creative plunge

summary: draco malfoy and the reader, while having rather tense relations before, are pushed into a strange situation and are forced to work together to get out of it. once they learn the reasoning behind their predicament, things are only complicated further.

warnings: cursing most likely because ~that’s me~ also there’s a mini anxiety attack (i don’t even know if it’s classified as that) so if that’s a trigger i don’t suggest reading this!

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve writtten in one go and i also don’t have any beta readers or edit it closely, so i apologize for any errors i may have made. if you’re sick of soulmate aus, then this one may not be for you, but i tried to put a fresh spin on it instead of the run-of-the-mill names on their wrists/matching tattoos and whatnot.

music recs: please please please listen to the pride and prejudice soundtrack along with this! it pairs very well, especially with the songs living sculptures of pemberley, dawn, liz on top of the world, and leaving netherfield. so so so good. trust me on this one

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Thursday morning. It was raining….again. Y/N was getting rather sick of the constant downpour that began the day earlier. She’d exhausted the use of drying spells and eventually stopped doing them–after all, there was no point in going through the trouble if she had to take the trek through the rain in just another hour.

Y/N was reminding her friends, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, of her plight as they walked to Potions.

“I can’t even imagine what would bring this weather onto us,” Y/N told the group, hoisting her robes up so they wouldn’t be dragged through another puddle.

“Can you cut it out?” Ron asked, rolling his eyes and pulling his cloak tighter around his body. “We’re all cold, we’re all wet, we’re all tired. I don’t want to think of it anymore than I have to.”

Hermione smacked Ron’s shoulder lightly, hissing a stressed be nice, Ronald! before turning back to Y/N.

“Be happy that it’s only been two days,” she told Y/N matter-of-factly. “I read in Hogwarts: A History that it once rained for 29 consecutive days. The weather surrounding the castle was temperate and per usual and no one ever found out why. The professors at the time hypothesized that someone got a little angry with the headmaster and messed with the weather. However, I believe…”

Y/N allowed Hermione’s analysis to take her where she wanted it to, instead choosing to study the various groups of students passing by. A group of 4th year Ravenclaws…uninteresting. She knew of some of their older Gryffindor siblings but had never spoken directly to them. A few strides behind, 2nd year Hufflepuffs were splashing around with a 5th year prefect, laughing and relishing the feeling of rain on their faces. Y/N couldn’t fight off the smile forming on her face–there was something about Hufflepuffs that inspired her to appreciate the present.

Then, as luck would allow, a much stormier group of students appeared around the corner: 6th year Slytherins, with, of course, Draco Malfoy at the very front of the pack.

Oh, how much she hated him.

He had a deep scowl etched into his face, his hood pulled taut over his blonde head. A few rogue strands of his hair were plastered to his forehead. Y/N chuckled to herself as the image reminded her of the Slytherin’s brief stint as a ferret in 4th year…except for this time, he resembled more of a drowned rat.

She decided to tell him as such.

“Oi, Malfoy, are ferrets allergic to water?” Her voice carried across the courtyard. Draco froze, his scowl deepening even further.

“What’d you just say to me?”

The Trio was behind Y/N in an instant, pulling back at her.

“Can we not start anything? Please?” Ron pleaded.

“Yeah, it’s too early for this,” Harry added. “Can you take a rain check?”

He yelled the last part out, clearly directing it at both Draco and Y/N.

Too late.

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Mending -This is basically a view of Draco and Y/n’s relationship which has some hurdles, it is being expressed through a song| Angsty, Fluff.

Height- Reader is a foot taller than Draco. This fic is about how Draco acts around her, how he feels about her, how the two of them fell in love, etc.| Fluff.

Anger issues- Reader gets angry at Draco and yells at him, but he doesn’t understand anything she said.| Fluff

Competitive- Reader, and Draco have a bet on who would win the upcoming Quidditch match, will it be Draco or the reader?| Fluff

Ignore (Blurb)- Draco forgot a date he planned for you and now you are ignoring him.| Fluff

Watermelon Sugar (Blurb)- Reader shows Draco a song from the muggle world.| Fluff, a bit nsfw (only mentioning it)

Not Enough Time- Time rush! Y/n and Draco can find their soulmates but only under a certain time limit! Can they find their soulmates or will they never be able to find them?| Fluff

Meeting parents- Draco’s parents have approved you for Draco but what about your parents? Will they approve of Draco especially as he is from London and you are from India?| Fluff

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While I die- Harry loves the reader with all his heart, but he sees the love of his life fall in love with someone else.| Angst

Insanity- Draco dealing with his life after Y/n left him.| Pure Angst

Colorless eyes (Blurb) - Draco plans to attack the enemy, what could go wrong? | Angst

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Crystal Clear (COMPLETED)- A lonely girl, Y/n Y/l/n, who has been alone most of her life, she is sure that she can never be loved by anyone, her life is like a long, dark corridor with no source of light. Just as she thinks her life couldn't get any better, a small light appears in this dark corridor. It is very far from her reach but will she go towards the light for help? Or will she continue to live in this dark and empty corridor?

Marriage of Convenience (in-progress)- In a lovely kingdom ruled by the Y/l/ns, their only daughter is set to marry the Prince of a neighboring kingdom, Draco Malfoy. Will this marriage last even after they despise each other?

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Diamonds around my neck- Reader, and Draco are business rivals from the top 2 business companies when the reader goes undercover to unleash Draco’s company’s secrets and accidentally falls in love with him. | Angsty/Fluff

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Limit- Draco and Y/n have an argument through which he accidentally hurts Y/n, would Y/n ever be able to forgive him? | Angsty, Fluff

Concealed Until Cracked- It's difficult enough to have a hidden relationship with Draco, but what happens when your best friends, the Golden Trio, find out? | Angsty Fluff

Viridian Heels (Blurb)- When your feet hurt because of your heels, Draco helps you by picking your heels up after you left them in an Annual Ball | Fluff

Let's show them what's mine (Blurb)- Dancing with someone else but being Darco's date is the biggest mistake you could do, or is it? | Fluff

Jealousy gets the best of me! (Blurb)- When dancing in a ball, you switch partners with another attractive individual, but Draco doesn't take it lightly | Fluff

A love so longing (Blurb)-The reader wishes she could meet her boyfriend once again. love him once again and make things go back to how they were. But things don't go according to what we want | Angst

Empty Eyes (Blurb)- The reader is hurt and betrayed by the one who was so close to her, but now when she sits alone in the park, someone comes and assures her that she isn't alone. | Angsty, Fluff

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hi hi hi

this was just an idea that popped into my head & I had to share !!

ok first of all I love ur “I love to hate you” piece but I was thinking, what if the reader caught on after the first couple of time Draco compliments/flirted with them & they start to flirt with them back…reader doing this only because Draco started this of course *wink wink*

idk but I’ll that sexual tension 👀🥵

Thanks for your request! I´m so sorry that this took me literally forever to write. I had already started writing, but then I took a break for a few weeks and when I reread it I didn´t like it anymore, so I rewrote it. I feel like I still have to get into writing again first, so this probably isn´t my best work, but I hope you´ll like it anyway. Also, I loved the request and I had so much fun writing it both times.

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“Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counterclockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes, then add two drops of syrup of hellebore.”; Professor Snape´s voice sneered through the classroom. “You also have to start cutting your mandrakes within the next few minutes if you still want this potion to be anything but disappointing.”

You sighed. The draught of peace was for sure a very useful potion, but very difficult to make. Especially, when Professor Snape hovered over you all the time like an inordinately large bat. You could always feel his piercing gaze and foul breath on your neck, whenever he patiently awaited you to make a mistake. Which unfortunately happened rather often. It wasn’t like you were that bad in potion class, but since you happened to be a Gryffindor, he lurked for even the smallest mistakes, always greedy to take any points possible from you. He would for sure have ignored most of them if you would have been one of his beloved Slytherins, but as it was, you were a Gryffindor, and Godric, you couldn’t be prouder.

While you watched the potion in the cauldron in front of you simmering -you were pleasantly surprised, when it actually started to turn pink, just like it was supposed to- you noticed that you should have already prepared your mandrakes by now. You glanced at Hermione, who still looked at the instructions on the board with narrowed eyes.

“Do you want me to get some mandrakes for you as well?”, you asked your best friend.

Hermione just nodded, without even tearing her gaze from the board. Whenever she was concentrating, nothing could get her out of this state. And even though it was sometimes quite annoying, you were pretty thankful for that ability of hers. Not only Hermione was an amazing learning partner since she forced you to concentrate as well, whenever she simply ignored you while she was studying, but she also had a deep understanding of the material and was always willing to help you out when you were once again hopelessly lost in the sheer mass of homework you had to do.

You made your way to the shelf in the front of the class, scanning it for the mandrakes. You found it on one of the upper boards. You cursed yourself for being so small. You had always trouble to reach them and Professor Snape had strictly forbidden you to use magic to get the ingredients from up there, since one time a simple spell to summon the needed ingredients had ended in Neville being covered in a slimy mass, burning holes into his uniform. But you were also way too proud to ask someone else for help. Standing on your tiptoes, your arm extended as far as possible, your fingertips brushed against the vessel with the mandrakes.

A whistle made you stop trying and turn around. As you did so, you faced the one reason besides Professor Snape, you hated potions class more than most of the other classes. Because he was in there too.

Draco Malfoy was probably one of the worst human beings. Not only he was a Slytherin, but he embodied every single quality that was the reason for the fact the Slytherins were despised by the other houses. He was arrogant, heartless and the only things he truly cared about were the name of his family and the money and influence they had, with which he also bragged regularly. Plus, he didn’t get along with any of your friends, especially Harry. Not even speaking of how he treated Hermione because she was a muggleborn, which made her, in his eyes, less worthy than other wizards.

These were only a few reasons why you hated the Slytherin boy so much. And the fact that you were not afraid to show how disgusted you were by his behaviour, made Malfoy hate you just as much.

And now he was standing right in front of you, with a sly grin on his face.

“If I would have known what´s under this skirt before, I might have been nicer to you from the beginning (Y/l/n).”, he said, while his eyes lazily travelled down your body, scanning every centimetre of it.

You felt your cheeks redden as your hands automatically made sure your skirt was in place again after you had tried to reach up to the shelf, even if you were pretty sure, that there was no chance that Malfoy had actually seen anything he wasn’t supposed to, but just wanted to provoke you.

“And if I would know what´s inside those pants… But if it looks the same as inside your head, this is going to be very disappointing. But I´m sure you are already used to hearing this from girls, aren’t you?”, you responded.

“Oh, trust me, love, this would be anything but disappointing. I´m sure any girl will gladly tell you. And you will have to trust them, because unfortunately, you”, his cold grey eyes found his way back up to yours, eying you contemptuously, “will never find out.”

“Unfortunately for you, luckily for me.”, you smiled at him sweetly.

“And unfortunately for you, you have just lost your chance that I will give you any of my mandrakes. Because luckily for me, I´m tall enough to get them myself.” Without even having to try, he reached over your head for the vessel with the mandrakes. “But maybe if you would use that pretty mouth of yours to ask me for help nicely instead of insulting me again, I might be willing to help you out anyway.”

You just bit your lip. For sure, you weren’t that desperate. You hated to ask for help, but you would find someone who would do so. Someone, who wouldn’t take as much pleasure in this as Malfoy and wouldn’t use this opportunity to humiliate you for the rest of your life.

When Malfoy realized, you wouldn’t give in, he placed the vessel with the remaining mandrakes back on the shelf. As he did so, his chest nearly brushed yours, but you refused to step back.

Before Malfoy went back to his place, he looked at you with pity, but the glistening in his eyes betrayed him.

“Good luck brewing your potion, love.”

Then he left and you were standing there alone. But just as you wanted to start another attempt to get what you came here for, you saw Ron coming up to you. As you saw the red haired lanky boy, a smile spread across your face.

“Luckily for me, I have tall friends.

“I really need to go to Zonko´s. Fred and George told me, they just launched a new product line.”, Ron told you before he kept on rambling about why it was absolutely necessary and essential for him to possess some nose-biting teacups. Hermione and you on the other hand were more interested in visiting Honeydukes and having some warm Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, preferably with some ginger.

You were already used to this. Every one of you had your own plans on how to spend your time in Hogsmeade in the best way possible. Usually, before the weekend was coming up, you sat down together to make up a plan for the day, just like you did now, even though all of you were aware of the fact, that in the end, it still almost always resulted in pure chaos anyway.

“And the dungbombs….”

“Don’t act as if you could afford any of these anyway Weaselbee.”, you heard a familiar voice sneering behind you.

“I don’t think anyone asked for your opinion, Malfoy.”, Harry quickly responded, before Ron could say or do something he might regret later on since you could already see his ears turning dangerously pink.

“And I don’t recall talking to you, Potter. Are you even allowed to go there? I mean your parents can´t sign the permission, can they?”

“After all these years, don’t you think it´s a little bit pathetic to still bring up the same old stories over and over again? If you keep on doing this, people might think this is the only thing you´re capable of.”, you jumped in because even though Harry´s ears didn’t turn pink, you knew, that this was far below the belt for Harry.

Malfoy turned around, eying you unimpressed.

“And once again, I don’t recall talking to you. But if you are so creative (Y/l/n), go on.”

“Well, I could, but I don’t think I could insult you today without being rude to that tattered scrap of fur on your head, you said, while your eyes were fixed on the hat, Malfoy was already wearing, since the first snow of this winter had started falling this morning.

“That’s ferret fur.”, he responded, while touching his hat, slightly offended. “Very expensive and fashionable, but when I look at you, I don’t think you even know what these words mean.”

“Well, if it means I´m walking around with a stinky corpse on my head, I´ll pass, thanks.”

“Not everyone can wear what they want and still look good, (Y/l/n).”

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze still fixed on the ugly hat.

“Obviously.”

“At least I don’t have to wear these horrible Gryffindor robes day after day. I have to admit, they probably wouldn’t even suit me.”

“Honestly Malfoy, green doesn’t suit you that much either. But then again, I highly doubt that the others would do any better.”

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“I´m not interested in changing the colour of my robes anyway. You on the other hand…”, he stepped a bit closer, “I bet you would look absolutely amazing in green. Even though I´m afraid you, unfortunately, don’t have what it takes to be a Slytherin. But if you want to, I can lend you some of my clothes some time. Would love to see you in them. Or without them.”

“I´ll have to pass again. Also, I don’t think it´s that unfortunate that I don’t have what it takes to be one of you. I actually would call myself to be pretty lucky.”

“Don’t act like you would actually mind it (Y/l/n). You would rather be in a house with me. I know how much you miss me when I am not around.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah, I just can´t stop thinking about you from the moment you leave.”

Malfoy grinned smugly.

“Oh, don’t worry love. I do just the same.”

Then he winked at you and went back to his friends, leaving you with your cheeks slightly red. From how much he annoyed you, of course.

And it went on like this for days. Whenever Malfoy saw you, he made a snarky remark, in which he included some kind of compliment, which sounded -in the way he said it- like the worst insult. And you gladly caught up on it. It felt refreshing to not make fun of the same things over and over again. And for some reason, Malfoy noticed things about you, no one else had ever complimented you about before. And even if you hated to admit it, he did his job well. So well, that sometimes you felt your heart beating faster in your chest when he opened his mouth.

One day, in herbology, when you laughed at Malfoy, who had just been bitten by a fanged geranium, he just smiled at you cheekily, just like he did so often lately.

“Wanna have a bite too, (Y/l/n)?”

“I prefer not getting poisoned, Malfoy.”

“You have no idea, I am actually quite enjoyable.”

“I bet you are.”, you chuckled. “Looks like it just can´t get enough of you.”

The fanged geranium had by now buried its fangs deep into the material if Malfoy´s gauntlet.

“You have always been better with those bloody creatures than me, I guess.”, Malfoy mumbled.

You looked at him in surprise. For sure, you had always been gifted in handling plants, but you had never thought that Malfoy had paid attention to it.

“It´s not that hard, is it?”

“What, you think you are better than me, Gryffindor?”

“Well, obviously I am.”, you said, pointing at your already replanted geraniums.

“Seems like you have many talents, don’t you?”, Malfoy asked with a smirk.

“Don’t take it too hard. I´m sure you got some things you´re not completely hopeless in as well.”

The grin on Malfoy´s face only grew wider.

“Trust me love, I´m a man with many talents.”

“Oh yeah?”, you teased him.

“Want me to show some of them to you? We could both benefit from this.”

“I´m sure this would be very interesting.”, you purred. “But you know, I´m not that much into disappointments.”

With that, you grabbed the fanged geranium that was still clinging on to Malfoy with a trained grip and pulled it away, placing it in its new pot.

“Oh, I´m sure it would be anything but disappointing. Just tell me what you want me to do love and I´ll do it the best way you have ever seen it being done.”

“There are so many things on my mind right now I would love to see you do. But for now, I would just be happy seeing you being able to handle your plants on your own.”

As you returned to your seat, after shooting a last glance to Malfoy who was fighting with the next geranium, you saw Hermione looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“What is it?”

“What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“Did you just… flirt? With Malfoy?”, your friend asked in a strange voice.

You looked at her in disbelief.

“Me? Flirting? With him? No way! Why would you think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just the way you looked at each other and the grinning and all that stuff.”

You shook your head vigorously.

“No one flirted with nobody. But just to make one thing clear. If one of us would be flirting with the other one, it would be him flirting with me! Not the other way around. As if I would be in need of such things. I still have standards!”

Hermione eyed you distrustfully, before nodding slowly.

“If you say so.”

The next week, you were still practising handling the fanged geraniums, which had by now grown a few centimetres, making it a lot more difficult to do so. You still managed to take care of them in the best way possible, earning not only some praise from Professor Sprout but also five points for your house.

But someone else still struggled to hold the plants in place. You glanced over to Malfoy, who frowned while trying to tame his geraniums. Unsuccessfully, of course. A giggle escaped your throat as you saw his fight with the plant, which strictly refused to do anything Malfoy had planned with it. When Malfoy heard your laugh and looked up, his gaze met yours and he raised an eyebrow questionably. But instead of making a quick-witted remark, you just looked away again, concentrating on your own plant.

The words Hermione had said to you in the last lesson in the greenhouse, had confused you more than you wanted to admit. You had always thought the bickering -that wasn’t just bickering anymore- with Malfoy was quite fun, but just because it entertained you. Or at least what you had thought before Hermione had asked you if you had been flirting with him. Because you had to admit, that for someone who wasn’t involved in whatever the thing that was going on between Malfoy and you was called, the idea that something was going on between the two of you wasn’t that far-fetched, considering how much time and energy you were willing to put into the other one. But you had always thought that at least your best friend knew that nothing was going on between the two of you, except for the fact that you just couldn’t stand each other. Because there was nothing more, was there? But still, for some reason, Hermione´s words were still echoing in your head, making you react irritated any time Malfoy was trying to call you out once more, which was while you now tried your best to just avoid him.

This was also the reason, why after the lesson you quickly got out of the greenhouse, without shooting the Slytherin boy still fighting with his plant another glace and headed towards the castle with your friends. It had been the last lesson of the day and you couldn’t wait to get to the common room to let yourself fall onto one of the couches and relax.

But as you had nearly reached the castle, you noticed, that in the hurry to get out of the greenhouse as soon as possible, you had forgotten your notes there. That’s why you quickly told your friends to save you one of the good seats in front of the fireplace and headed back to the greenhouse.

It had already gotten quiet here, since all the students had left and Professor Sprout was working in one of the other houses, taking care of the more complex plants, which weren’t made for students to take care of.

But just as you wanted to open the door, you heard someone cursing behind it. You frowned as you saw a shadow moving behind the frosted glass. You had expected to be on your own, but obviously, this wasn’t the case. However, you still needed your notes, so you opened up the door.

As the door swung open, the gaze of the person inside shot up. They seemed to be just as surprised as you, someone was still here, regarding to the startled look on their face. But then again, probably not as surprised as you, because, while for you it wasn’t that unusual to visit the greenhouses even after class, for Draco Malfoy it was for sure.

When he realized who was standing in front of him, the surprise on his face was replaced by a grin, making your heart for some reason jump.

“(Y/l/n), come to join me?”, he asked, while leaning against the table behind him, looking unfairly good like this.

For a moment you just stared at him, but then you remembered why you got here in the first place.

“Just forgot my notes.”, you mumbled.

You took a deep breath and entered the room, heading towards where you suspected the missing booklet. You felt Malfoy´s gaze following you, making your face for some reason heat up. Luckily, you found it quickly and wanted to turn around again, leaving the house without interacting with Malfoy any further. But the boy had different plans.

“You already want to leave again.”

You just gave him a short nod.

“C´mon (Y/n), it´s just the two of us. Why don’t you just stay a little longer and accompany me?”

When he called you by your first name, your heart stopped. He had never done so before. But for some reason, it still felt familiar to you. It felt right like this. You slightly shook your head as if you tried to get rid of the strange feeling building up inside you. Whatever was wrong with you, you had to get it under control again as soon as possible, so you wouldn’t make yourself a fool in front of Draco. Malfoy. You meant Malfoy of course.

“Still have homework to do.”, you mumbled, waving your notes as a confirmation.

“Don’t be such a tease (Y/n). I know you would rather spend your time here with me.”

“I really don’t have any time for your games right now.”, you snapped, sounding harsher than you had intended.

Malfoy seemed to notice the change in your voice because his changed as well when he spoke up again.

“You don’t have to. I just thought… I really could use your help but if you got something else to do…” It was strange to hear him talking like this. He almost sounded insecure as his voice got lost in the last sentence.

You knew that you should just leave like you had intended to, but for some reason, you didn’t. For some reason, you turned around and looked at the boy on the other side of the room. And for the first time since you realized who was in this room with you, you really looked at him. Malfoy was standing behind a table with some plant pots in front of him. It looked more like a battlefield than a greenhouse. From what you could see, he had tried his luck with the fanged geraniums once more, which had obviously been a worthy opponent.

“What is it?”, you asked the boy, as you stepped closer, justifying your readiness to help with the argument that Professor Sprout would probably get a heart attack if she would see what Malfoy had done to her precious plants.

“I wanted to practice with those bloody beasts once more, but it seems like I still don’t have as much talent as you.”

While he was talking, he raised his right hand, showing you some bitemarks, the fangs of the plants had left behind. You narrowed your eyes.

“What happened to your gauntlet?”, you asked.

“Forgot it.”, Malfoy mumbled.

You could see his cheeks turning slightly pink as he confessed his mistake. You felt a warmth flushing over you and you mentally slapped yourself as you caught yourself thinking that he just looked adorable, the way he was standing there, avoiding your gaze in embarrassment.

You sighed.

“Let´s take care of your hand first and then the plants.”

Malfoy nodded in agreement.

You knew Professor Sprout had some tinctures in her desk, some with antidotes for the poisonous plants and some antiseptic. Luckily, fanged geraniums weren’t poisonous, but to make sure the wound wouldn’t infect, you still pulled out the antiseptic.

“Show me your hand please.”, you said.

Malfoy did as you told him. When you took his large hand in your smaller one, it felt like an electric shock running through your body and you had to get a grip on yourself not to pull away again. You carefully dabbed some of the liquid onto the wound, making Malfoy hiss through gritted teeth.

“Careful!”

“I am.”, you responded. “It´s not my fault you are so stupid. Now you have to face the consequences.”

“If the consequences are a pretty girl taking care of me, I might have to act stupid more often.”

When you looked up, you saw Malfoy grinning down at you, making your heart flutter in your chest once more. You could have gotten lost in the way he was looking at you, the fact he was so close to you that you could smell through all the flowers around you his cologne and feel the warmth of his hand in yours. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew for him, all of this was just a joke. And so it was for you. You didn’t actually care about each other. That’s how it was supposed to be. But as you stared up at him smiling down at you, you could have sworn that, whatever was going on here, was real. But you knew it wasn’t, at least for him, and you wouldn’t be so stupid to show him that by now, you may or may not have some doubts about whether or not you hated the boy in front of you actually as much as you always stated you did.

That’s why when you had finished sterilizing his wound, you quickly let go of Malfoy´s hand again and took a few steps backwards. You could have sworn he looked slightly disappointed, but that was probably just another thing your clouded brain wanted to make you think.

When you had stowed the medicine back in the desk again, you dedicated your attention to the plants. You quickly got into some kind of flow, as you effortlessly fixed the damage, Malfoy had done to them unintentionally. And for a moment you forgot, that you actually didn´t want to be here. Or more precisely didn´t want to be with Malfoy.

Said boy was now standing beside you, watching your movements closely. “You could help me with those too, you know?”, you told him, without taking your gaze from the work in front of you.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Take the ones who are back in their pots and place them next to the others.”

Malfoy nodded and grinned at you.

“Anything for you princess.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face as he called you by this nickname.

“A princess wouldn’t have to the work on her own.”

“I would love to help you but I am afraid I…”

“…you would only make things worse.”, you ended the sentence.

“Right you are.”, Malfoy said.

You rolled your eyes.

“As if this would be something new.”

“And you are right once more.”, Malfoy said, making the smile on your face only widen.

You put the last geranium back in her pot and looked up at the boy.

“You look really pretty when you smile, you know that?”, he told you out of the blue.

“Says you.”, you grinned, trying to hide the blush that crept on your face at his words.

“So you think I´m pretty?”, Malfoy teased you.

“You think I am?”, you returned, making him chuckle.

“Only when you smile.”, he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I´ll still take that as a compliment.”

“It was one.”, Malfoy responded.

The blush on your cheeks only deepened.

“Then thanks, I guess.”, you mumbled.

Then you remained silent for a moment.

“Why were you even in here?”, you asked to release the strange tension in the air.

“Told you. To practice.”

“Yeah, but why? Did Professor Sprout told you to? Because you´re such a disaster?”

“No, it was for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“For me?”

“You know everything I do is for you.” Even though his voice sounded genuine, you saw the mocking smile on his face. “And you said you had a lot of things on your mind you want to see me do after I can tame those beasts.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But that’s how I understood it.”

Even though you knew that Malfoy was just making fun of you, the mere thought of him actually practising here for you after class, just to impress you, made the warm feeling inside you return. But then again you knew, that the chances he had some serious intentions with you were close to zero. Actually, not only close; they were zero.

You looked at the boy in front of you, who returned your gaze. Suddenly, Malfoy took a step so that he was standing right in front of you, raising his hand, as if he wanted to touch your face.

As a reflex, you took a step back, leaving both of you embarrassed.

“I… I didn’t mean to… You got some dirt right there.”

With his finger he tapped at his own cheek, glancing at you shyly, before looking at the ground.

“Oh.”

You didn’t quite know what to say.

“Just thought I´d let you know.”

“Yes, thanks.”

With your own hand, you rubbed over your face, right where you suspected the stain that had caused this uncomfortable moment.

“Is it gone?”

Malfoy tore his gaze apart from the ground and looked at you again. Then he shook his head.

“No, it´s still there.”

“Here?”

“No, like…”

“Like this?”

“A little bit more to the right…. No from my point of view.”

“Gone?”

“No.”

“Would you…?”

Malfoy nodded and took a step toward you once more. And this time, you didn’t shy away.

His thumb gently rubbed over your cheekbone, making you shiver. You couldn’t help but close your eyes fluttery at his gentle touch.

“Now it´s gone.”, Malfoy said, his voice sounding a bit huskier than usual.

You cleared your throat.

“Well, thanks.”

His eyes started to glisten again as he grinned at you.

“My pleasure.”

You sighed.

“I bet it was.”

“You have no idea.”, he chuckled.

“Probably there wasn’t even dirt there. You just did this to put me off my stride, didn’t you?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“Did I?”

“Did you what?”

“Put you off your stride.”

You cursed yourself for letting your guard down, even if it had been only for a few seconds.

“Don’t you dare to pride yourself on that Malfoy. Only because you annoy me that much.”

“Not as much as you annoy me.” “Wanna bet?”

“I will win.”

“You think so? Well, I don’t. Because you are the most annoying and unlikable and selfish person I have ever…”

But whatever you had wanted to say was cut off by some surprisingly soft lips pressing on yours. After the moment of surprise had passed, you gave in and melted into the kiss, forgetting all those -probably not very nice- things you had wanted to call the boy, who now held you close.

When you pulled away, panting heavily, you saw the blond guy grinning down at you.

“I am sorry love. I don’t think I have caught the last sentence.”

“You are unbelievable.”, you mumbled.

“I know, but I don’t think that was quite what you intended to say, was it?”

“Don’t wanna risk repeating that.”

“Why´s that?”

“Who knows if you will kiss me again then.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“Would that be so bad?”, he asked.

Even though his tone was jokingly, you could hear some serious concern in his voice, as if he wasn’t quite sure about the consequences of his own actions yet.

“Never said that.”

Malfoy´s grin only grew wider.

“Well, if you want to repeat this, you just have to ask.”

“If this is some sick joke of yours again…”

“No joke.”, Malfoy interrupted you quickly. “I want this. Well, only if you do so as well of course.”

You paused as if you had to think about it for a moment.

“I might have to try this kissing thing once more first I guess.”

Malfoy smiled as he brushed some loose strands of hair out of your face.

“As often as you want love.”

And this time, the kiss was softer and when you felt his lips moving against yours, it felt as if everything that had happened between the two of you ever since you knew each other had led to this moment.

“I always thought you were doing this just to annoy me.”, you mumbled against his lips, as the boy in front of you traced the features of your face with his fingers.

“I did.”, he admitted. “But only because you looked so cute when you were mad at me.”

“Just so you know, no girl likes it to be called cute when she´s mad.”

Malfoy placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I don´t care about all girls. I only care about you. And it´s not my fault you look so adorable when you were rambling about how much you hate me.”

“What would you say if I would call you cute when you are mad at me?”, you asked him.

“As if I could ever be mad at you.”

“Draco, I´m serious.”, you giggled.

But Draco just grinned at you cheekily.

“So we´re on a first name basis now?”

“Don’t get this wrong. I still don’t like you. And besides, you are distracting from the main topic.”

“I don’t want you to like me., I want you to love me.”

You looked at him in surprise. Now he had finally managed to distract you completely. Draco looked slightly embarrassed at his confessions, still, he returned your gaze.

“If you think you could.”, he added.

You smiled.

“I know I can.”

“How´s that?”

“I already do.”

Draco pulled you in a kiss once more.

“I love you.”, he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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mangohgeckoh · 1 year

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would you write a blurb or smth that Severus Snape has a daughter whose either 16 or 17 and Voldemort has her become a deatheater. Draco and her are good friends and this is just about oc or y/n having a legilimency conversation in a deatheater meeting while Voldemort is there

Overheard

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Reader

A/N: decided to take this as a friends to lovers route, hope I did it justice!

Warning: written really quickly so will probably contain errors as I didn’t really proofread it, suggestive themes

‘This is boring.’

The thought rings through your mind as your eyes glance over at Draco seated on your right beside his father, Lucius.

You take in a sharp breath and elbow Draco hard causing him to wince from the pain.

“Watch your thoughts. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble. Again,” you whisper through gritted teeth.

Unlike you, Draco isn’t skilled in occlumency and you know if he keeps it up Voldemort will show him his wrath. He’s done it before and nothings stopping him from doing it again.

Draco tenses beside you. You know he’s thinking about all the times Voldemort has used crucio on him before. Both of you would rather not have to deal with that again. Draco, because of the immense pain and you, because Voldemort forces you to cast the spell knowing Draco is your really close friend. It pains you to have to pretend to be so heartless and you’ve cried for hours in Draco’s arms after the fact each time, profusely apologizing over and over again. Draco simply consoles you, ignoring his own pain. He doesn’t hold it against you. He understand you must obey The Dark Lords bidding.

Your father, Severus Snape has been attempting to teach him occlumency as a preventative measure to protect him, but he hasn’t caught on as fast as you have. In fact, even though you are only 17, one could argue that you were almost as good as your dad in warding your mind from prying eyes. It’s something you are actually quite proud of. You like to think of it as a way to honor the Snape name you carry proudly.

Your eyes soon drift back over the Draco. The meeting today is especially boring: logistics and technical things that don’t really concern you. You and Draco are only present given your fathers high positions in rank.

Draco is visibly sweating and he’s a lot paler than usual as his eyes dart over to you as well and he uncomfortably shifts his position a bit. You don’t mean to but you accidentally see his thoughts and you immediately wish you hadn’t.

He’s thinking of you - naked; remembering his dream from last night, playing it over in his head. You watch as he kisses your body all over and — a booming voice saying your name and Draco’s brings you both back to reality blushing, embarrassed, and overwhelmed with a hot desire pulsing between your legs.

“My, my, what do we have here? What an interesting daydream, Malfoy. I see that you noticed it as well, Snape. You let your guard down,” Voldemort tuts. “You’re not quite as skilled as your father, yet.”

Beside you your father tenses a bit and his hand squeezes your leg in reassurance warning you to keep your cool and lock your mind back down. You take a deep breath and steady yourself.

“It seems that two of my highest ranking men in my inner circles children fancy each other. How amusing. Yet, I approve,” he playfully hums. “You two are dismissed. Do what you want with your time.”

You and Draco practically run out of the meeting and down the hall to an empty bedroom, locking the door behind you.

For a moment you hesitate, eyes hovering over the others lips for just a moment too long. But then, the tension snaps and you’re pulled together like two magnets attracting, your lips finding each others and kissing fiercely with a pent up desire you both never saw coming.

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mangohgeckoh · 1 year

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Draco December!! ❄

Hello everyone and welcome to this grand event, Draco December! The event's main objective is to bring back the hype for Draco again, and I would gladly do this by posting blurbs, headcanons, fics and imagines all through December!

Also, this event is also a celebration for remaining 600 followers, thank you so much to each and every one of you for liking, reblogging and commenting on my fics even when I am not active here, it really makes me happy to open tumblr and see your engagement in my work and makes me want to write more for all of you!

Without wasting any more time, let this event get started!

The plan for December is given below-

1st December- Imagine getting a Christmas Surprise from Draco

6th December- Memories (Blurb)

9th December- Cooking Christmas cookies with Draco (headcanons)

14th December- Christmas Magic (Fic)

17th December- Getting a Dog on Christmas with Draco (headcanons)

22nd December- Too good to be true (Blurb)

25th December- Secrets can't be hidden for long (Fic)

26th December- Driving to the Countryside with Draco (headcanons)

30th December- Imagine reminiscing all that you once felt for Draco

I will be adding the links of my works here once uploaded on the day.

Note- my works will be uploaded in IST (Indian standard time)

Tagging moots to boost-

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mangohgeckoh · 1 year

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pretty thing.

a sexy christmas party at malfoy manor with a bit of smut and soft dom draco 💚

Piano music floated down the hallway, reaching your ears as you stood, dressing in one of the guest suites at Malfoy Manor. You were a part of one of the pure blood families that attended their annual Christmas party, a chance for whispers about the ministry more than a celebration of the holidays.

Black lace hugged the curves of your body, accentuating your silhouette as you stood before the mirror, applying your makeup. A glittering green dress hung over the door of the armoire, heels below it, waiting to be worn, showing you off to the wealthy heirs that your parents insisted were potential suitors.

“Aren’t you cold, love?” Draco smirked, appearing out of a hidden passage in the wall, one of many that linked the rooms of his childhood home.

“Get out of here! I’m naked!” You hissed, immediately throwing a robe over your body, hiding it from his view.

“Hardly, in fact, if you really want to get a lovers attention, you should just go out in that tonight,” he teased, prowling toward you with his graceful steps.

You pushed him away as he tried to pull open the tie of the robe, always desperate to get a glimpse of you, insisting since you were young that you were all his, as it was always meant to be.

“You’re terrible, Malfoy. You’re not supposed to be up here, anyways. If anyone caught you in my suite, we’d both be skinned,” you reminded, keeping your voice to a whisper in case any nosey parent or household staff lurked in the halls.

“All the more exciting.”

Before you could protest further, he had pushed you onto the vanity, standing between your knees and catching you in a fiery kiss. He tasted like peppermint and bourbon, his lips soft and his tongue heavy. Delicate hands gripped the silk robe, dragging it up, exposing as much of you as he could in the desperate, messy, make out session.

“Really, you shouldn’t be here,” you breathed when he finally broke away for air, his lips ghosting against your jawline.

“I shouldn’t be here, and you shouldn’t be wearing such scandalous lace beneath your dress. You’re going to go to that party like you always do, and flirt with the heirs to appease your parents. And I’m going to get jealous, and before the night is up, we’ll have disappeared to commit even worse sins than we are now.”

Draco was right. No matter how much you pretended to feign interest in others, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other in private. You’d accepted long ago that you did belong to Draco, wrapped around his fingers. He didn’t notice anyone but you, you were everything, so much more than a young heiress he wasn’t meant to corrupt.

“Save a dance for me tonight,” Draco murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before disappearing back into the walls, going to make the appearances expected of him.

You could still taste him as you collected yourself, fixing your hair and putting on your dress for the party.

“You look stunning, dear,” Narcissa greeted you as you went down to the ballroom, finally ready to join their Christmas party.

“Thank you,” you kissed her cheek politely, refraining from asking if she’d seen her son, not wanting to give away anything about your hidden affair.

As per tradition, you were meant to be kept pure, until Draco came along and ruined you in secret.

A sparkling glass was put in your hand by one of the men vying for your affection, introducing himself, telling you about his important position in the ministry. You tried to be polite, knowing eyes were on you, the eligible bachelorette that would secure good favor with the dark lord, whoever you chose.

“Being out in the world has been much kinder to you than hogwarts,” Pansy admired your dress, the compliment as sincere as it could be from her.

“I miss it, though. I’d rather be learning divination and gossiping in the common room than be passed around like a prize to be won,” you rolled your eyes, your mind floating to memories of you and Draco in his prefect room.

“You’re so ungrateful, everyone wishes they were you. All the boys are obsessed with you, and the pure blood families love you.”

You ignored her last comment, your eyes locking with Draco’s silver gaze across the room. He smiled behind a glass of champagne, paying no attention to the girls hanging off of his every word.

“You always wanted what you couldn’t have,” Pansy mused.

“May we dance, my darling?” Draco offered his hand, saving you from the company of several barons of countries you hadn’t heard of.

“Of course, Malfoy,” you nodded, letting him sweep you off your feet, into the dance as someone played the nutcracker on the piano.

You let your head rest against his chest, guided by his graceful movements into a waltz.

“Sick of them yet, princess? I must admit, I’m ready to sneak off with you, to somewhere more private,” he spoke softly, his lips just above the shell of your ear, words whispered into your hair.

“I don’t want to be here any more than you, but I’ve gotten so much attention, I can’t slip away unnoticed yet,” you sighed softly as he gave your hip a squeeze.

“Act as if you’ve caught a cold, make a scene, I don’t care. I cannot share you any longer,” his command was whispered in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine and heat burning between your hips.

As Draco parted from you, you ached for his touch, watching him disappear amongst the party guests. Others had already begun flocking to you, hoping to earn a dance.

“Sorry, I’m actually feeling a bit unwell,” you apologized as you all but ran away from the boy who had sought your attention.

You repeated your apology to your parents, and several other dignitaries you passed, all wondering where you were running off to so early. After their condolences and well-wishes, you tore up the stairs to your suite, locking the door with as many spells as you could summon.

“It took you long enough,” Draco quipped, pinning you against the door from behind, his hands bringing yours above your head, trapping them to the wood.

“You know how they are,” you whined, tilting your head, hoping to catch a kiss from the sensual prince who was prying your legs open with his knee.

“Hush, love,” Draco kissed you slowly, his free hand riding beneath your dress, feeling you beneath the lace.

His fingers rubbed over the lace thong you wore, pulling a whimper from your lips as you began to throb with need.

“Desperate?” Draco teased, feeling your muscles tense for him.

“Please,” your plea was pitiful, your mind already melted from his brief touches.

“Be my good girl and wait patiently,” he scolded with a smirk, delighting in your need.

You were soaking despite the loss of his fingers as he unfastened your dress, helping you out of it and onto the end of the bed. Your elbows and feet hit the sheets, backing up until your head rested delicately on the pillows.

“Look at you, all wrapped up like a present for me,” he praised, tracing the silk and lace that twisted around your body.

“All for you,” you murmured, parting your legs so he could settle between your knees.

His arms wrapped around your thighs as he lowered to kiss your belly, slowly moving downward until his teeth pulled at your waistband.

Draco smirked at the little gasp you elicited when he lightly bit the soft skin between your hips, humming as your fingers threaded into his hair.

He pried the lace off of you, kissing every inch of your bare skin as he did so, distracting you until he could return to his place between your thighs. Silver eyes glinted up at you as he knelt to taste your sex, dripping with sweetness for him.

Your back arched as his tongue pulled more moans from you, Draco knowing exactly how to make you melt.

“Good girl, let me hear you,” he soothed, palming your chest and kissing the inside of your thigh before he went back to eating you out like a starved man.

“Draco, fuck, I need you inside me,” your words were broken and rushed, desperate as your heels dug into his back, trying to pull him closer.

“Pretty thing,” Draco praised, smearing a kiss over your lips, smirking as you leaned up to follow when he pulled away.

You whimpered as he fell back against the headboard, pushing you up on shaky knees before him.

“I can’t—”

“Relax, love,” Draco pulled you to sit on his lap, straddling either side of his knees as you melted against his chest.

A strong arm circled around your waist as he carefully sank into you, nearly coming on the spot at your sinful moan.

“Feel what you do to me? You’ve got me so hard, and you’re taking it so well,” he murmured, snapping his hips up slowly, each thrust filling you to the brim.

Your hands weakly grasped at his biceps for support, your head resting on his shoulder as he pulled you down onto him. His chest heaved under your back, and he kissed on your neck as he fucked you, leaving a mark that was sure to last for days.

You were dizzy with pleasure, reaching over your shoulder and pulling his hair as your legs began to shake. You were surprised you had lasted this long — but now your nerves felt as if they were on fire every time Draco kissed your cervix.

“There you go love,” Draco hummed, drawing quick circles on your clit with his thumb until you were trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

His own release dropped down your thighs, creating wet and filthy sounds as he thrusted lazily as you two came down. Draco gently cradled your exhausted form, murmuring a spell to clean you up before sinking back into the soft sheets with you snuggled on his chest.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered into your hair, kissing you before your eyes closed for the night.

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