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Rekindle My Flames || Diluc x gn!reader

HI SO I also write Genshin :'D, figured I might post it here too. This is crossposted from ao3. Except thered, I'm for some reason mycenaLucentipes. So I'll probably change my name here to reflect that beceauseee mushrooms, anywayS =============================================

Summary: You’re depressed, but up until this one night, you had been amazing at masking and hiding it away. Diluc stumbles in on your dying flame and wants to help relight it.

All the passion for life is gone, minus your love for Diluc? The depression just…its a cloud of sadness that’s hard to escape

Just a short venting one-shot :’)

TW: Angst, depression, low will to live / implied suicidal thoughts, crying, cursing, generally sad depressing theme, but there is comfort ending : )

Word count: 1,966

a/n: I think I made it entirely gn this time. I hope so. I'm sorry if I messed up somewhere or if Diluc is ooc. But i feel like if he really loved someone romantically, I think he would be sweet and bashful and caring towards them.

Diluc was mad.

Diluc was mad at himself.

How had he not noticed earlier? He could he not notice the love of his life suffering silently with so much pain?

His love shouldn’t need to bear that much pain in their heart. They didn’t deserve that, no.

They deserved the shining stars, the flowing rivers, the ripest of all fruits, the whole universe. They deserved it all.

You were his star that guided him through the lonely world he created for himself. You were his everything. He swore his love for yet set his flames to blaze even brighter and more powerful than before.

You are his everything.

So how could he not notice?

Just a couple days ago, you casually strolled in Angel’s Share at 20:00 with the traveler and Paimon, humming your favorite song. No more than 15 minutes later came Kaeya and Venti stumbling towards the bar where you and travel sat. The atmosphere was a lively one that night.

Upon your arrival, Diluc’s gaze followed you with gentle, tender eyes for his love. He began mixing your favorite drink before you even had to open your mouth. Once he finished yours and carefully slid it in front of you, he began mixing a cocktail up for the traveler. Although a bit wary of serving them alcohol, you assured him more than a dozen times that they were well over the age to start drinking.

Your eyes lit up as you felt the cool drink glide down your throat. “Diluc, sweetflower! This is amazing! Whatever you’ve mixed into here, is really hitting the spot,” you cheered, holding your glass up with a large grin adorning your face. It was fruity, with a hint of mint among the blend. Diluc knew just how you liked it. He offered a soft small back as he tried not to blush at the compliment and the nickname. Oftentimes, you would give him random, sweet nicknames.

As the night went on, he carefully observed you, happily singing and cheering along to whatever the drunken bard was playing. You, Kaeya, and Traveler had wrapped an arm around each other, swaying back and forth with a drink in hand.

Looks can be deceiving. Didn’t anyone ever tell him that?

Every once in a while, he noticed your features go blank. Void of all emotion. Stuck in between a drunk Kaeya and tipsy traveler, your movements were lifeless, but your body still swayed with the other companions’ arms wrapped around your shoulders, and yours on theirs.

“Dearest, are you alright? You look like a puppet hanging from our arms,” Kaeya would slur out when he noticed the weight on his shoulder increase. You would always snap back into reality with a smile and nod your head. It was enough to fool him. Surely if he wasn’t drunk, he might have noticed how your smile never met your eyes.

Every once in a while, he noticed your entire demeanor go quiet. Spaced out and dissociated from reality. He wondered if you were okay, but didn’t know how to ask or he would be swept away by another customer.

From other previous times, he would notice a far off look in your features, empty eyes void of life. You always brushed it off as just being “tired”. He didn’t want to pry.

Diluc was always a stoic man and didn’t appreciate others prying into his mind, so he was hesitant to prod you for more. He was still learning to accept the help and comfort you so warmingly gave. For not being a pyro wielder, he swore that your soul was warmer than his would ever be.

Until that one night. That one night where he found you. He’s thankful it wasn’t life threatening. But archons, his mind raced with all of the worst scenarios that could come.

Diluc stirred in his sleep, wearily reaching out for your warmth that was no longer beside him. It was about 3 in the morning by now. Not finding you next him, Diluc was more alert now. He quickly sat up, breathing turning short as he frantically looked around the bedroom. There was no trace of you.

It was 00:00 when Diluc finally came to bed. Then it was 01:00 when you carefully slipped out from his embrace and softly headed for the door, heading for the city.

Where had you gone? Diluc was sure that you were in bed when he climbed in next to you, pulling your body close to his. He remembered as he mumbled weary apologies and sweet nothings as he drifted off to sleep, feeling safe with you by his side.

Diluc quickly changed out of his sleepwear and rushed out the door and down the stairs of the mansion. He called your name out, worry laced into his voice. When you were nowhere to be found within the confines of the mansion, Diluc grabbed his coat, deciding to head into the walls of Mondstadt. He knew you had an art studio there with a small shop on the main level.

As he neared your shop, he could see a faint light flickering from the second floor. There you were. Why were you here at this hour? Diluc timidly wrapped his fingers around the door knob, testing if it would turn. Finding it to be unlocked, he gently opened the door and stepped in. Once he closed the door, he froze.

It was eerily quiet.

He could only hear the blood rushing through his ears and his heart pounding erratically in his chest. Not wasting another second, Diluc ran up the stairs, skipping one in a panic to reach you. As he neared your studio door, he froze once again in hesitation to open the door. What would he find on the other side? Why did he hesitate to open the door?

In his moment of hesitancy, he heard small whimpers and light sniffles. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You were still alive. Diluc swung the door open, gaze darting directly to you.

His heart shattered when his eyes landed on you. You looked so small and broken, huddled into yourself, tears streaming down your face. Diluc slowly made his way over to you, nearly tripping over debris. Wait, debris?

He carefully scanned over the room as he continued his walk towards you. Those few steps it took to get to you felt like he was in a nightmare and couldn’t reach what he was looking for in time. He felt as if he was trudging through slimes.

Paint cans were discarded around the floor with color pooling out from them, vibrant hues of paint coated the floor, shards of canvas framing were split and splintered into piles. Some of your unfinished works were cruelly sliced through the center while others were haphazardly slashed.

Once he finally made it over to you, Diluc sank down to the floor beside you, enveloping you into his strong arms. In his embrace, it felt as though the fiery essence of his pyro vision wrapped you in a cocoon of warmth and protection.

“My love,” Diluc’s deep voice pierced the heavy silence, a gentle murmur barely above a whisper, “if you would like, you are free to share your troubles with me, I’m here for you.” His tender words only seemed to unravel you further. You choked back a sob, trying to form words. It’s been a long time since you’ve been met with such sincerity and caring from someone. Asyou struggled, Diluc soothingly rubbed circles into your back.

“You don’t have to tell me right away, love, I’m not going anywhere,” He whispered sweetly with his low voice. This only made you cry harder, except there were no more tears, just broken sobs and heaving breaths. Diluc’s other hand gently moved to gently stroke the back of your head, gently urging it closer into his chest.

“D-Diluc,” your voice was soft, yet rough from the hours of screams and sobs, “c-can we just go…go h-home?” Your words were whispered in a plea, exhaustion prominent in your gaze as you looked in Diluc’s crystal, red eyes.

His heart ached as he met your gaze. He noticed how tired, red, and glassy your eyes looked.

Really, how could he not notice how tired your eyes were?

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead before gently helping you to your feet. “Are you alright to walk? Or…,” Diluc’s cheeks reddened with bashfulness as he tried to voice the option of carrying you. Of course, if you needed, he would have you off your feet in a heartbeat. As you pondered an answer, he shrugged his coat off, tenderly draping it around your shoulders.

“I-I’m alright to walk,” you stuttered out. Despite this, you clung to his side as he guided you out into the cool air of the night with care. The whole walk home, he held you close with an arm tightly wrapped around your shoulders.

As you reached the familiar sight of the Dawn Winery, you felt a small spark of endearment within your broken soul. Diluc led you into your shared bedroom, helping you remove his coat and draping it over the chair. He then picked you up, gently setting you on the bed, pulling the covers over you. You tugged the covers closer to your chest as your gaze followed his form, changing into his sleepwear and finally crawling in bed next to you.

He shuffled closer to you, pulling you into his embrace once again with one hand stroking the back of your head.

“Diluc?” You softly whispered, head still buried in his chest.

“Mm?” He tiredly hummed out.

“C-can I– Can we talk…uhm, I-I want to–,” you fumbled for words, not knowing how to articulate your thoughts into actual words.

“Of course, love, of course we can,” Diluc gave a small nod as he replied, squeezing you in reassurance. You loved how well he understood you, even when you were at a loss for words. A few stray tears slipped out with a couple of sniffles to follow. He only tightened his embrace again, still soothingly stroking the back of your head.

“For now, let’s try to get some sleep. You must be exhausted,” Diluc suggested gently, voice tender with care. He felt you snuggle closer into his warm embrace. He hoped this could ease the pains of your inner storm, if only slightly.

Nodding in agreement, you allowed yourself to surrender to the embrace of sleep. You listened to his steady heartbeat, a rhythmic lullaby, that slowly lulled you into a deep slumber.

Once Diluc heard you slowed but steady breathing, he felt his whole body relax. He could feel his throat tighten as his own tears threatened to escape from the corners of his eyes. Oh how he wanted to take away all of your pain so you wouldn’t have to suffer any longer. He knew you would most likely struggle to accept any help or comfort on your own. But he wanted more than anything to reassure you over and over that you could come to him any time. You were his top priority and he would never let you forget that.

He was determined to learn to read you better as well as help you feel confident in confiding in him. Working on feelings and emotions with someone else was foreign land to him as well, but if it was for you, he would go to the moon and back in his efforts to help you.

Diluc was so head over heels for you. You were the brightest star in his galaxy and the kindest, fiercest flame that he had ever encountered.

#diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact diluc x reader #tw depression #tw crying #tw implied suicidal thoughts #reader is just overall depressed okay?

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mycenalucentipes · 9 months

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meeting the Marauders as James' younger sister (by like a year) and realizing the crush you have on Remus is bigger than you thought (it developed from hearing about him)?

send me some blurb requests!

"Dunno what you see in him," James bumped his shoulder into yours, the path to his dorm more terrifying with each step, "You haven't even met him! All I've told you is that he's a nerd."

"I know," You groaned, "That's what I see in him!"

James only chuckled, patting your back gently, "Good luck getting his nose out of his book long enough for him to notice you."

And with that, he flung the door open, stepping behind you to push you into the room first.

"Mates," James paraded you into the room, his hands on your shoulder guiding you there, "This is my little sister, Y/N."

"Y/N!" The one you assumed was Sirius from James's description of him, wavy black hair hanging around his striking face, "We've heard lots about you. 'S nice to finally meet you, we thought James was gonna keep us away from you."

"I should have." James grumbled from behind you, "I swear Sirius, if you get weird with her-"

"Relax," Sirius grinned cheekily at you, sending you a wink, "I'm a saint."

"Yeah," A condescending scoff came from the other bed in the room, a lanky boy who you identified as Remus hunched over a book glancing up at Sirius, "Saint Rita."

"Who?" Sirius raised a single, slitted eyebrow at the boy, and you took a few seconds to drink in Remus's appearance the same way. A loose-knit sweater was hung on his bony shoulders, freckles dotting his collarbones that spread up to his cheeks, where a pair of chunky glasses sat.

"The saint of heartbroken women, Sirius."

You couldn't help it. A loud, incredulous laugh came from you, and you turned your face away from the room to collect yourself. Another threatened to burst from your chest but you contained it, James's hands tightening on your shoulders.

"Oh, that's right. 'S not Sirius I gotta worry about."

You sent a hard kick backwards into James's shin, your brother crumpling behind you with a groan. Though Sirius (hopefully) didn't understand James's not-so-subtle hint, he lit up at your violence towards his best friend, and offered you a high-five.

"Nice kick, Y/N! You're gonna get along great here."

He grabbed your hand after the high-five, leaving James to glare disdainfully up at him as he tugged you towards his bed. You were unceremoniously flopped onto the mattress, bouncing slightly as you caught yourself. Your eyes met Remus's from across the room, amusement alight in his eyes as he watched Sirius begin rambling on about when he'd snuck hair dye into James's shampoo the year before. You sent him a cautious smile, your heart hammering in your ribcage when he sent a sly smirk your way.

James caught it, much to your chagrin, slowly standing and limping gingerly across the room to tower over Remus's bed. You turned your attention to Sirius, but kept an ear out for what James was lecturing Remus about at the same time, nodding politely to Sirius's story.

"Moony, if you try anything, I will drop a match onto your bookshelf."

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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Phobia || Draco Malfoy x GN!Reader

Draco Malfoy x Reader || I can’t

Summary: Reader is having a panic attack because some bullies pick on them about a phobia they have and Draco helps soothe and comforts them. He just stays by their side until they’re ok :)

Warnings: panic attack, crying, swearing, phobia

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: It's kind of short, but I needed to rant through this haha. Didn’t realize how bad my anxiety got over something until something triggered it again, so uh, now I’m writing. I’m not going to specify what exactly the phobia is, so I’ll make it quite vague, but I need to rant this out in writing. I’m still a bit shaky and sore from what happened, but I’ll be alright ^^ Also, I know panic attacks can be different for everyone, I still have a difficult time trying to put into words what I go through, but I’m trying my best, I want to be able to write it out and describe it.

Today actually started quite nice. The sun gently kissed your skin as you walked through the corridors on the way to class. Breakfast was pleasant as you had met up with your boyfriend, Draco, and chatted comfortably while eating your favorite foods and drinking pumpkin juice. Things were alright.

“Hey, love, I’ll catch you in Transfiguration alright? I’ve got to speak to Professor Snape now,” Draco gently kissed your forehead as he stood up from the table, grabbing his belongings.

“Alright, see you later!” You replied back with a gentle wave. Your gaze held such endearment for your boyfriend as you watched him walk out of the Great Hall. Not long after, you returned to eating your breakfast and laughing with your other friends.

Today was alright, or so you thought.

Everything had been pleasant until some awful upperclassmen started picking on you.

They found out about a phobia of yours not long ago and deemed it worthy of picking on you for it. So there you were, huddled in a corner of an empty classroom while four older Gryffindor and Ravenclaws relentlessly tore at your fear. They taunted you, laughed at your shaking, mocked your sobs. You didn’t know how to escape this cruel torture.

They found it ridiculous that you could fear such a thing. Such a thing that seemed mundane or normal to others. But it was a phobia for you. An extreme fear that you could not escape. It’s not like you wanted this phobia. You even thought it was silly, but when they attacked you so harshly about it, bringing it up in all of the wrong ways that triggered you, you just broke.

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Draco had found it odd when you didn’t show up for Transfiguration. Normally, you would be there by now, greeting him with your ever so adorable, excited wave and small smile. You made Draco feel and act in ways he didn’t think he was capable of. He held so much love for you, he thought his heart might burst. Draco would do anything for you.

Thirty minutes later, there was still no sign of you. A scowl rested upon his face for the rest of the class. Why weren’t you sitting next to him in class? What could have prevented you from coming? You hadn’t said there was any reason you would be missing class.

That very same scowl was still present on Draco’s face when he walked into the Great Hall for lunch. He couldn’t find you anywhere in the small free time he had between class and lunch. His concern grew deeper when you didn’t show up for lunch. Little did he know, you were still huddled in the empty classroom, in the midst of a long and drawn out panic attack.

Draco did something he hoped he would not have to do, but he was getting desperate now.

“Hey Granger! I need your help with something.” He harshly whisper-yelled as he leaned closer towards the Gryffindor table.

“Not today Malfoy.” Hermione spat back, remaining turned the other way. Draco gave an irritated huff.

“I–....Please Granger. It’s about Y/n. Have you seen Y/n anywhere after breakfast today?” He sighed in defeat as he pleaded with the Gryffindor for any clue as to where you might be. He could hear Hermione sigh as well.

“Y/n is missing? I thought I saw some Gryffindors and Ravenclaws with Y/n earlier? They entered one of the empty classrooms I believe/” Hermione questioned, a hint of worry laced in her tone now.

“Shit.” Draco cursed more audibly. He knew that group of students always caused trouble for you. He thought he had taken care of them, and had told them to back off. “Dammit, that’s not good. Uhm, thanks Granger.” He quickly stood up from his seat, not hearing Hermione’s questions of worry. Hermione watched in concern for you as Draco ran out to find you.

“Y/N! Y/N!? Where are you!” Draco called out while jogging through the halls, hoping he would hear your voice ring out to him.

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By now, your tormentors had left. Their hour of torture felt like six days in hell. Bloody fucking hell. You had stayed curled up in that same corner, unable to move for another hour. Or two hours. You weren’t really sure how long you had been there. Your body refused to move, your muscles were tense and your body violently shook still. Big tears ran down your cheeks as you tried to calm your erratic breaths, but nothing was working. The tears wouldn’t stop and neither would your spiraling panicked thoughts.

Worst case scenarios swarmed your head. Your phobia imprisoned your mind. There was no escape from it. Is this the end? You just wanted to breathe normally again. You couldn’t catch your breath. Why did your limbs hurt so much? Oh yeah, you were frozen in that position. Your entire being tensed as if you ground you and chain you down.

What if something happened to you? What if it did happen to you? What if someone strapped you down and forced you to see it over and over and over again? What if–

“Y/N!” Your eyes shot in the direction you thought you heard a voice coming from. It sounded like Draco’s voice. You heard him call again through muffled hearing. You hoped your ears weren’t playing tricks on you. It was difficult to hear as your ears were ringing.

“Y/N! Where are you!?” It was him. Your lips parted, trying to muster the strength to call out to him. You could hear classroom doors opening and slamming shut. Draco was getting closer, all you had to do was yell for him and you knew he would come running to your side.

“I-I’m in here. Draco, I’m here,” you called out feebly, your voice shot from the silent sobs that constricted your throat. Thankfully the classroom door was open. Thankfully Draco was near enough to hear your small cry. Thankfully, thankfully, thankfully he finally entered.

Draco rushed over to your small, curled up form. His arms reach out to instinctively hug you. He kneeled in front of you, tightly embracing your trembling body.

“Love, there you are. What happened? Can you talk?” Worry was evident in his tone. You felt his voice in his chest as he spoke and leaned your head further into his chest. Breathing in his scent and listening to his heart beat began to bring you back to reality.

“A little.” You softly replied with a shaky voice. He hummed deeply in response.

“Can I move you?” He calmly asked.

“Yes.” He slowly maneuvered you and him into a position where he was sitting, back against the wall, with you curled up against his front and on his lap. Your whole body felt incredibly sore, you weren’t sure you could move on your own yet. The fear sometimes would paralyze you, leaving your limbs cramped in a position, unable to relax them.

Draco gently rubbed your arms and legs, knowing how you were when this would happen. “Does it hurt?” You gave a small ‘mhm’ and he squeezed you a little tighter. The two of you sat like that for a little while and you slowly calmed down enough to at least tell him what happened.

“I’m sorry, Draco.” You whispered out.

“Oh, love, you don’t need to apologize for this ever. Are you able to tell me what happened?” He asked so calmly again. You snuggled into his chest even closer.

“It was the same group again. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. They somehow found out about my fear… my phobia.” Your voice was still hoarse and quiet, but became even quieter at the end of your sentence. Draco already knew of your phobia. He witnessed what happened when you were around it, twice. Once before you started dating, and the other time towards the beginning of your relationship. It was never this bad though. This was the worst he has seen you become.

“My fear, I think it’s getting worse Draco. I don’t know how to control it or fix it.” You whimpered, stray tears fell down your cheeks.

“It will be alright, we can do this together. I can help you through it, yeah?” Draco wasn’t quite sure how he would help you through it or if he could help you overcome it, but he sure as hell wouldn’t hold it against you. He still loved you to the ends of time and back. “I’ll always be there for you.”

“Thank you Draco…” you sighed softly. “They tormented me for an hour. It–It was so awful. Why me, Draco? Why are they so cruel?” You sniffled at this, your voice cracking on your last question.

“They’re obviously jealous of you,” he chuckled softly. “They probably can’t stand just how talented, smart, amazing, and lovely you are.” You let a small laugh out through your nose. “But seriously, I’m going to fuck them up so badly for what they’ve done to you. I swear I will beat those pricks into a bloody pulp”

“Oh, Draco, please don’t cause too much of a ruckus. If you get detention, what would I do without you?” You playfully pleaded with him. Though worry was still prominent in your voice, you knew he would hold true to his words.

“Fine. I’ll just give them a stern talking to then.” He spat in anger at the thought of them again. “And I’ll report them to Professor McGonnagal as well.” You nodded in approval. Draco softly placed a kiss on the top of your head as he kept rubbing you comfortingly.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you sighed with happiness this time.

“I could say the same back to you, love.” You could feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckled softly.

“Can we just stay here a while longer?” Finally, you managed to look him in the eyes, with glassy, pleading eyes. He smiled at your action.

“Of course we can, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He hummed while resting his head on top of yours, arms still wrapped protectively around you.

#evening rb

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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Phobia || Draco Malfoy x GN!Reader

Draco Malfoy x Reader || I can’t

Summary: Reader is having a panic attack because some bullies pick on them about a phobia they have and Draco helps soothe and comforts them. He just stays by their side until they’re ok :)

Warnings: panic attack, crying, swearing, phobia

Word count: 1.7k

“Hey, love, I’ll catch you in Transfiguration alright? I’ve got to speak to Professor Snape now,” Draco gently kissed your forehead as he stood up from the table, grabbing his belongings.

Today was alright, or so you thought.

Everything had been pleasant until some awful upperclassmen started picking on you.

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Draco did something he hoped he would not have to do, but he was getting desperate now.

“Hey Granger! I need your help with something.” He harshly whisper-yelled as he leaned closer towards the Gryffindor table.

“Not today Malfoy.” Hermione spat back, remaining turned the other way. Draco gave an irritated huff.

“Y/n is missing? I thought I saw some Gryffindors and Ravenclaws with Y/n earlier? They entered one of the empty classrooms I believe/” Hermione questioned, a hint of worry laced in her tone now.

“Y/N! Y/N!? Where are you!” Draco called out while jogging through the halls, hoping he would hear your voice ring out to him.

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What if something happened to you? What if it did happen to you? What if someone strapped you down and forced you to see it over and over and over again? What if–

Draco rushed over to your small, curled up form. His arms reach out to instinctively hug you. He kneeled in front of you, tightly embracing your trembling body.

“A little.” You softly replied with a shaky voice. He hummed deeply in response.

“Can I move you?” He calmly asked.

“I’m sorry, Draco.” You whispered out.

“Oh, love, you don’t need to apologize for this ever. Are you able to tell me what happened?” He asked so calmly again. You snuggled into his chest even closer.

“My fear, I think it’s getting worse Draco. I don’t know how to control it or fix it.” You whimpered, stray tears fell down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you sighed with happiness this time.

“I could say the same back to you, love.” You could feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckled softly.

“Can we just stay here a while longer?” Finally, you managed to look him in the eyes, with glassy, pleading eyes. He smiled at your action.

“Of course we can, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He hummed while resting his head on top of yours, arms still wrapped protectively around you.

#draco malfoy x reader #nicosnwrites #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagines

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Ghosts || Draco Malfoy x Reader - Part 2

summary: Although your tragic ending lead you to being a ghost of Hogwarts, you managed to befriend Draco Malfoy. He would spill all of his secrets and worries to you. You would tell him little stories of you time alive. However, now that the Battle of Hogwarts is beginning, you have no idea what will happen to the two of you.

warnings: swearing, violence, war, explosions, mentions of death, rape, abuse, blood, ummm just lots of angst and sadness :)....

word count: 3,390

a/n: Idk how to summarize lol. I know I've title it as a Draco x Reader, but I don't really see them in a romantic sort of relationship? It would be too cruel to make them fall in love for each other I feel lol. There's going to a third part. I'm not sure how long though

Ghosts: Part 1

As Snape’s brisk footsteps echoed through the bathroom, you instinctively hid behind one of the stall doors, still a little afraid of the stern professor. When Snape entered, seeing your lifeless form, his gaze softened as he sighed and kneeled down for further inspection.

“That unfortunate girl,” he murmured with a deep tone before standing up again.

“Professor Snape?” You poked your head around, slightly startling the potions master.

“Ah, Miss L/n. You’re still around,” he replied, trying to play it off as if he wasn’t startled by your sudden appearance. “I offer my condolences for your… unfortunate fate. May I ask what happened? Mr. Malfoy merely informed me that a Gryffindor boy was responsible for a murdered girl.”

With a solemn nod and a pained expression, you mustered the courage to tell the horrors of your ex. “It was my ex, Evander Gallo, he strangled me to death. He was an abusive bastard that wouldn’t let me go. I’m not really sure why.” You left out some more of the explicit details, not wanting to fully share that with a professor. Perhaps you might’ve still been alive had you managed to alert a professor of the ongoing situation. Your ex never let you get by with anything, therefore deeming it impossible to try.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Why didn’t you alert a professor? Surely one of us could have helped. Such reprehensible actions would have warranted immediate expulsion.” Snape sighed again as you looked away, feeling ashamed all of a sudden.

You shook your head sadly. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t. He had his eyes on me 24/7. Anything I did, word got back to him. I would’ve been dead much sooner had I told anyone.” Snape didn’t quite know what to say to this.

“There’s no need to apologise. You did nothing wrong.” Snape spoke in a soft and apologetic tone, not meaning to make you feel ashamed of the situation. “Miss L/n. I will come by later with Professor McGonagall. Please tell her as much as you can about this boy. The more evidence we have, the easier it will be to expel him.” With that, he gently levitated your body, taking it elsewhere for proper care.

“Thank you professor!” You called out as he was halfway out the doors already.

That evening, you spilled everything to Professor Snape and McGonagall. They stared back, horror in their eyes. How could they not have noticed? Your ex was incredible about not showing any signs of it in public. He kept you in his grasp for far too long that he left you without a fighting spirit. You were sobbing by the end of recounting your time alive with him.

In the end, they both agreed expulsion was the best possible action. You felt as if a ton of bricks were lifted from your chest. You were so overjoyed that there were others willing to take your side and believe in you. You felt free.

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About a week later, late in the evening, Draco comes into the bathrooms, seeking your company. This time, he just wanted to catch up and hangout, an escape from the troubles going on in the school.

“Oh! Hello, Draco. What brings you in at this hour?” You inquired, gracefully floating towards him from your perch on the mirrors.

He offered a slight smile. “I figured I would come in and check on you.” You felt warmed at this action. He actually wanted to come back and talk to you! You smiled brightly at him and he felt his own heart swell with warmth at your cheerfulness. It was the first genuine, happy smile that decorated your face. Given your first meeting circumstances though, it made sense.

“Thank you for alerting Professor Snape last time. He and McGonagall came and helped deal with my circumstances. They were so supportive, McGonagall especially. Now he’s expelled!” You cheered excitedly. “I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my chest. I would hug you if I could, haha.” Draco softly chuckled back.

“That’s good to hear, Y/n. I’m glad that prick won’t be around anymore. He really was a wretched git, wasn’t he? Figured he was just another annoying Gryffindor.” Draco smiled back at you, “When they announced his expulsion, the loudest cheers actually came from the Gryffindor table… I wish… others would have spoken up for you.” He added with a hint of disappointment.

You gave a sympathetic look this time.

“I assume he was probably a prick to the other students, but he kept the abusive, predator side out of the public eye and only with me…So there really was no hard evidence for his expulsion.” You sighed. You seem to be sighing a lot, maybe one day you wouldn’t.

“I just wish it didn’t take the death of you for him to get expelled.” Draco mournfully replied back.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright now, we can’t change the past events. We’ll try to move on from here I suppose.” You said, trying to change the tone of the conversation. Of course, you would take a while to heal from 5 long years of torture, but this week was a joyous one for you. “So, what’s been up with you?”

“Not much different from the same situations,” Draco hummed, reluctant to sour the mood again with problems you both already knew about.

During Draco’s time spent with you, he talked freely and without hesitance. He would trust you until the end of his time. He quickly learned how you loved talking about the candies from Honeydukes and the feasts served in the Great Hall for holidays, usually the desserts. You certainly had a sweet tooth. You expressed with bittersweetness that you would miss being able to taste the sweet flavours of Honeydukes’ treats.

He loved hearing you talk and ramble about the small joys you had managed to find out of life. It was like a breath of fresh air for him. He asked if you had ever been able to travel before. You excitedly described your time on the east coast of Ireland.

You talked of how dawn’s sunrise kissed the water, offering it a soft hue of pinks, oranges, and golds. Wisps of scattered clouds brushed the horizon with gentle shades of blush and apricot. Then there lie the tranquil rolling hills and the verdant valleys. The rays of sunlight gave the emerald green vegetation a soft, golden glow. The luscious grass swayed gently with the ocean breeze, glistening as the dew clung to the blades.

You whispered that it was the only family vacation you had been on, but it was one of the most beautiful places. You wished to go back there someday.

In exchange, Draco would tell you of his family's travels. They had been all over England mostly. You loved hearing his stories and was always astonished at how much money really could buy you. You asked him about his favourite foods from each place he visited. Then asked about their pastries and candies. You would then sigh saying how you wished you could drink a nice warm butterbeer.

Another time he visited,he inquired about your time alive at Hogwarts, but not pushing for you to tell about your ex. You still had at least a few fond memories.

Most of your favourite times were the times you spent alone, enjoying the little beauties the castle had to offer. You often roamed the halls in the early morning, brushing your fingers across the old stone walls, watching the sunrise seep through the windows and getting lost in your own thoughts. The mornings before breakfast were always peaceful. Very seldom did students wander around that early, opting to stay cosy in bed longer.

You also spoke of how you loved sitting out by the Black Lake while reading a good book. The wind would gently blow against your face and the sun kissed your cheeks. Sitting in the soft grass, you would imagine your life as if it were going how you wanted. Or would make up your own fantasy scenarios that would put a small smile on your lips. It was your form of escapism. It was the only coping mechanism you knew would make life just a little more bearable.

In the middle of reminiscing, Draco interrupted with an abrupt question.

“Are you able to move on? Um– I mean, from the ghost life?”

You sadly shook your head. “I don’t think so. I did not think that I chose this life, but before I knew it, I woke up here, staring at my dead body.” You sighed quietly and huffed with slight amusement. “Though, if I could leave, I would definitely move on. I don’t want to be a bitter ghost here forever like Myrtle.”

Draco was unsure if it were an appropriate time to be chuckling, but nodded along anyway. “If I find a way to send you off, I will make sure to come back and release you.” He offered a small smile. You looked to Draco knowing these chances were slim to none (he knew as well), but still comforted by his words nonetheless.

“Thank you, Draco. That means so, so much to me.”

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The last time during that school year that Draco visited the bathrooms, he was in a panic. Just like the first time you met him. (This time, no new dead body to greet him). He briskly walked over to the sinks, breath heavy, tears spilling down his cheeks.

He stared into the mirror for what felt like seconds, he felt like a serpent was constricting his chest. Ripping his sweater over his head, he threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. By now, you had wandered out from a cubicle, wondering if it was Draco again.

“Draco?” You called out with a wobbly voice, “What’s wrong, Draco?” You asked in a clearer voice this time. He wouldn’t respond to you. He rubbed his forearm hard against his tears before bringing it back down to the sink. He gripped the edge of the sink so tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Just then, you hear more footsteps slowly approaching. In the mirror, you could see that the approaching figure was Harry Potter. Draco didn’t notice as sobs wracked his frame.

“I know what you did, Malfoy…” Harry said in a low tone, “you hexed her, didn’t you?”

Draco’s head shot up and snapped towards the source of the voice. His eyes were frantic and fearful for a second before turning angry.

Before you knew it, Draco quickly drew his wand, firing off a wordless spell. You gasped in horror, not wanting anyone to duel and get hurt or worse. Harry managed to dodge the spell, only to throw one right back at Draco. He also managed to dodge the spell, running towards the cubicles. Harry followed suit.

You let out a cry of fear, wanting to help, but feeling so useless. You were but a ghost, you couldn’t really do anything, couldn’t protect either of them. Spells kept getting thrown back and forth. Water was bursting from the now broken pipes.

“Sectumsempra!” You watched in horror as Harry landed a hit on Draco. Without thinking, you tried to step in the way of the spell. Though it hit you, it still went right through your misty form, sending Draco flying back. You winced at the sight of a spell being thrown at you, but only for a split second as you heard Draco’s body hit the ground.

Fearing the worst, you made a dash to go find the nearest professor should anything happen. Professor Snape happened to be heading in the direction where the duel happened.

“Professor! Please, I need help! Draco and Harry, they– he–, in the bathrooms, please help!” You frantically cried out, so panicked that forming sentences was difficult. Only short bursts of panicked words fumbled out of your mouth. Snape understood though. His pace sped up as he took longer, quicker strides to reach the bathrooms.

Frantic sobs escaped your lips as you watched the blood pour from Draco’s body, a pained expression painted across his face. Harry stood there, just staring at the scene unfolding. Snape rushed to Draco’s side, kneeling down and whispering the counter spell.

As his low voice chanted vulnera sanentur, the blood that once marbled the water on the bathroom floor began returning to the cuts on Draco’s body. Draco’s whimpers and groans of pain soon quieted as he fell into unconsciousness.

“Ms. L/n, I will be taking Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing now,” Snape muttered while carefully lifting Draco’s unconscious form. You quietly thanked him as he walked out of the bathrooms.

With a blank stare, you perched yourself atop one of the sinks, thinking back to the events that just happened, the fear, the violence, it couldn’t possibly become any worse, right?

You sat like that for a while, listening to the water drip and flow from the still broken pipes. Eventually another professor had come in and repaired the broken pieces, paying you no mind as you still sat on the sinks. You weren’t really sure how long you sat there, but it was very dark outside when your mind finally released you from your spiralling thoughts.

“I think I’ll go visit Draco,” you whispered to no one in particular. You braved leaving the bathrooms to fetch help, you could make it to the hospital wing, couldn’t you? The other ghosts of Hogwarts–minus Moaning Myrtle– could all roam free, so why not you?

Cautiously, you peeped your head through the door and slowly, but eventually slipped your whole figure out. Once you were out, you peered down at your misty form, smiling that you had left the confines of the bathrooms.

Everything was calm, night time was always so peaceful. It was almost serene to just float around the empty corridors. The moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled in all of their glory. A soft breeze blew every now and then, making the leaves quiver and the grass sway. Oh how you wish you could feel these little things again.

Before you knew it, you were hovering next to Draco’s bedside, his expression looked so peaceful. You assumed Madame Pomfrey provided him with potions to help any pains and for a peaceful rest. Looking at the clock on the table, it showed it was nearly four in the morning. The dark blue night was not so deep anymore, but fading into a purple hue as the time ticked by.

A couple hours had passed by the time Draco’s eyelids fluttered open. He was a bit dazed as he tried to gather his surroundings, unsure of where he was. Without turning his head, he let his eyes slide over to the right of him. He was met with your silvery form, deep in thought, not paying any mind to him.

“You came.” He said, though it came out as more of a question than anything.

You startled from your thoughts, “Oh! You’re awake! Are you alright now? How are you feeling? Does anything hurt still? Shall I grab Madame Pomfrey?” You couldn’t help yourself as questions fell from your mouth. Though you quickly slapped your hands over your mouth, squeaking out a muffled ‘sorry’ as Draco slightly smiled at your embarrassment.

“I’m alright now I suppose. Thank you for coming. How did you leave though?” Draco asked, his brain finally processing that you had actually left the bathrooms. Over the weeks he got to know you, you had not once left the bathrooms where you met your tragic fate.

“You know, I’m not actually bound to that bathroom, right?” You giggled at his question. “I suppose I was just afraid to leave… or maybe I wasn’t ready to face the rest of the world and accept my fate.” You looked down, feeling a little embarrassed about your hesitancy to leave.

“Oh, I–” “No, there’s no need for any apologies! I feel much better about my situation now though. I feel lighter. I feel more free. Now I’m wishing I actually was free and not stuck here on Earth like this.” You cut Draco off before he could begin any sort of apologies. You had enough of those and didn’t feel like hearing more. You laughed a bit as you expressed your thoughts out loud though, “I can go play with the other ghosts of Hogwarts now. Maybe that will be alright.”

A genuine smile dawned on Draco’s face as he gave an airy chuckle. “Yeah, go and make some ghost friends. Oh how they grow up so fast!” You punched him in the arm, though your fist went right through, but the gesture made Draco laugh harder. He was glad that things were turning brighter for you.

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Draco was back in your bathroom, ranting, rambling, pouring his heart out to you again. Though you had the option to leave the bathrooms, it was your home base for now. You figured eventually you would choose somewhere else though. Eventually the horrific memories would plague your mind and you would need to escape them, but for some reason, you felt drawn to the bathrooms still. Perhaps, because you died there, your soul and body were somehow connected to the location. Who knows though?

“Y/n, there’s a war coming. Voldemort and his army are already on their way. Y/n, what do I do? I don’t want to face this. I don’t want to have to choose between the innocent and then my parents. I can’t–” Draco would cry if he hadn’t used all of his tears up in the days before. He couldn’t sleep, barely ate, and did not attend his classes since he was stuck at the Malfoy Manor.

You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to help. The war was coming, there was nothing you or anyone could do to stop it. So you silently sat on your sink, listening to Draco with sorrowful eyes, wishing you could help ease his worries.

Just as he was going into another rant, a loud explosion startled the both of you into complete silence. Dreading it wasn’t what you thought was happening.

“Draco, you have to go.” You whispered sadly. He searched your eyes for any reassurance or hope or anything that might give him a clear answer.

“Will you– will you still be here?” Draco’s voice, raspy from sobs and screams, wavered as he asked in a quiet voice. A sad smile formed on your lips.

“Of course silly. I don’t think I can just disappear,” you laughed slightly and reached for his arm. He felt goosebumps form where your fingers grazed through his arm. “Go, you’ll find your way.”

He nodded at you, fear, panic, sadness, all mixed into his expression. His stormy grey eyes watered as he looked at you one last time before turning to head out and join the oncoming war.

Only moments later, you heard what sounded like Death Eaters swarming the hallways, throwing violent spells at anyone and anything in their way.

Then only a minute later, half of the ceiling and wall came crashing down next to you. Though you were a ghost, you still jumped away, the rubble startling you as it came crashing down.

The once repaired pipes were now burst again, water flooded the floors once again. You could see out into the hallways now, watching as students swarmed in panic, trying to escape the grasp of Death Eaters. There were students duelling adults twice their age with more magical experience than them. Spells were flying, more walls came crashing down. None of it sparing students and adults alike.

Everything was so brutal and cruel. The world was cruel.

Unable to bear watching more death and injury, you fled from your half destroyed bathroom. It was just wishful thinking, but you hoped Draco would come find you, to show you that he was still alive and fighting. It was just wishful thinking though. You didn’t have the bravery to go watch the battles yet. Without being able to help, it was unbearable to watch students sacrifice their lives like this.

Just wishful thinking.

#draco malfoy x reader #nicosnwrites #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #i kind of rushed this and im sorry for that hahaaaaaa its not edited as well #so i hope i wrote it alright #there will be a part three

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊Nico's Masterlist𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

figured I'd start a masterlist :D -- Notice something missing or incorrect? Want to request something? Just ask nicely, I'll respond nicer to nice people and be more inclined to accommodate. If you're rude, you can leave. I will not tolerate rudeness or passive aggressive comments/messages, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Maybe that's blunt, but I've experienced too much of it with writing fanfiction. Is it so hard to be nice online? We can be civilized, right?

So I'll primarily write HP x reader fics here for the tumblr, but the occassional Genshin fic might come out too ^^'. I'll primarily stick to probably putting them on my ao3 though

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Harry Potter Fics

✧Draco Malfoy✧

♨Oneshots: ♨

✺ Panicked Confession

✺ Falling for a Gryffindor (bulletpointed)

✺ You Won't Understand

✺ Phobia

Series:

✺ Ghosts: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (coming soon)

✧George Weasley✧

♨Oneshots: ♨

✺ George x Reader (bulletpointed scenario with Gryffindor and then Ravenclaw Reader)

✧Fred Weasley✧

♨Oneshots: ♨

✺ Fred x Reader (bullet pointed scenario with Slytherin and then Hufflepuff reader)

I don't own any of these characters. The writing is all mine.

I don't support JKR at all or what she's said. I think she's horrible and so let's not talk about her here okay?

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Genshin Impact Fics

✧Diluc Ragnvindr✧

♨Oneshots: ♨

✺ Rekindle My Flames (Diluc x a very depressed Reader - angst/comfort)

#nicosnwrites #nicosnasnwers #nicosnart #I primarily write Hp x reader fics here but the occassional genshin will come too #though my genshin fics wil primarly stay on my ao3 #i'm so new to trying to post on ao3 omg #i've been on tumblr since 2015/2016 idk

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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My OC(s)!

Though I probably will not be posting a lot of content with my OC, this is Nico/Nicole(they'll go by either) - they/them

This is my artwork of them :) (I don't think my other art blog is big enough to spread to other platforms, but if for some reason you see it, make no mentions of my tumblr or wattpad account please :') I am uhh 'hiding' this part of me)

They're a Slytherin because my current obsession is Draco Malfoy so...Slytherin enby!!! More masculine presenting! Because Nico is designed with how I'd love to be/look irl :')

Now, irl, I'm a Ravenclaw, and I do have another OC for that, her name is Yue, hahaha. Maybe someday I'll draw her? Idk

#nicosnart #hey hi yeah I draw #tbh im more of an artist than i am a writer but I'm trying my best here xD #i've been drawing since i was 2 and it just stuck i guess #harry potter oc #hogwarts oc #slytherin #slytherin oc

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A very short excerpt from a very long piece - Draco Malfoy x Reader (sample)

a/n: So I'm planning to write a much longer story, I have the beginning sorts drafted. Now I need to write it. I know this project will take me a very long time and that is okay. I am going to move at my own pace and probably won't post much more about it until I'm much further along. I'm documenting this here for my sake :)

It is going to be a Draco Malfoy x Reader piece. I'm so indecisive, but I think I finally went with Y/n coming from a well known wizard/witch family, just not one from London area. She's from Ireland!

I kept debating back and forth whether or not to make another Potter twin one, because I do very much like how those tend to play out.

But I've decided in the end, to go with my first idea haha.

I'm still working on other shorter oneshots and series in the mean time! Those will be uploaded here as I finish/edit them. Tbh I only have two others in the works. 'Ghosts' and some other little DM x Reader fic :) my writing schedule is sporadic, sorry lol. Inspiration will come and go

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Today was the day that Y/n Réaltín would make her journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she stood just outside the grand entrance of the Réaltín manor, she gazed at the beautiful coastline to her left. Dawn’s sunrise kissed the water, offering it a soft hue of pinks, oranges, and golds. Wisps of scattered clouds brushed the horizon with gentle shades of blush and apricot. To her right, there lie the tranquil rolling hills and the verdant valleys. The rays of sunlight gave the emerald green vegetation a soft, golden glow. The luscious grass swayed gently with the ocean breeze, glistening as the dew clung to the blades.

Though she was born and raised in Loch Garman, Ireland, her parents insisted that she attend Hogwarts. For that was their alma mater. Her father was a cold and stern man of mystery and distance. However he wasn’t always this way.

He used to be a vibrant, kind young wizard. Mr. Atlas Réaltín started his journey by attending the Erehnholl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before his time at Hogwarts. He was a proud Spaniel of Erehnholl, but Slytherin claimed his allegiance at Hogwarts. Shortly after graduation, Atlas rose through the ranks of the Irish Ministry of magic quite quickly. He now works for the British Ministry of Magic as the head of the International magical Cooperation. A respected and powerful figure.

Y/n’s mother, Estelle Réaltín, was a proud Ravenclaw through all seven years of her education at Hogwarts. Although a muggle-born witch, Atlas, a pure-blood did not care in the slightest. She was the most wonderful person in Atlas’ and Y/n’s eyes. Every year during the crisp winter evenings, the entire Réaltín family would go stargazing in their family’s observatory. Mrs. Réaltín always said that winter evenings were the best time to see the Pleiades, which in Greek mythology were the seven daughters of the titan Atlas and the Oceanid Pleione. Her mother owned a little bookshop that was located near the Erehnoll school. Apart from managing a book shop, she was always deep into astrological studies.

At the age of 11, Y/n’s world as she knew it shattered when her mother passed away. Her father, deeply depressed, buried himself deep into the responsibilities of his position. He was no longer the warm and loving man she once knew. Y/n never did find out why her mother died. Only that she never came back from work one day. Upon her mother’s passing, her father decided that she would transfer into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The original plan was to have her in Erenholl from first through fourth year, then in Hogwarts from fifth through seventh year.

Y/n often sought solace in the tranquil landscape that surrounded the cold and lonely manor. She would wander the coast and gaze out at the ocean with a somber expression. Or she would walk barefoot across the lush grass that blanketed the rolling hills. Y/n became lost in her thoughts. However, her trance was abruptly interrupted when her father harshly called her name, “Y/n! Quickly now, I don’t have all day to spend on sending you off to school now.” He stood at the middle of the steps, sighing impatiently as he waited.

Sighing, Y/n picked up her briefcase and owl cage, then headed towards her father who was huffing something about how much work he’ll have waiting for him at the office. Mr. Réaltín held out his hand for his daughter to take it. Before she could even prepare herself, he apparated the both of them to Kings Cross Station located just at the edge of Central London.

She looked around awestruck, just watching the various people rush by in a hurry to get to their next destination. “Come dear, I cannot take you through, as something urgent came up at work. Just head to Platform 9 ¾ and walk through the pillar, alright? Now I must hurry along, don’t be late to the train, love. You’ll have a great time at Hogwarts.” Before Y/n even got a chance to say a “goodbye” or an “I love you” her father had disappeared into the air. She let out a defeated sigh and wandered towards the platforms.

“So…Platform 9 ¾. Now where the bloody hell is that?” She muttered to herself while walking up and down the platform. She approached platform 9 and then slowly approached platform 10. Her eyes scanned back and forth between the numbers, having not a clue what she was supposed to do. Where was she supposed to go? The time was nearing 10:50 am by now, so she had 10 minutes to figure out where to go, but there were no hints on how to get there. She knew that asking the guards would be absolutely useless. Time was beginning to run out as another five minutes passed.

Y/n heaved a heavy sigh and began pacing around her luggage and owl. It wasn’t until she heard the hurried footsteps from what sounded like a large family approaching the area that she gained a spec of hope.

“Percy first!” You saw a kind-faced woman with fiery red hair call out to what seemed to be six children. Whoa. Y/n shook her head from amusement and sprinted towards the lady. “Excuse me, madame, sorry for the intrusion, but I am a transfer student to Hogwarts this year, do I just-” Y/n spoke, sounding unsure of herself, but gestured towards the brick barrier, “walk through the wall?”

“Oh hello deary, yes indeed. Just hurry through and don’t be scared! You can follow Fred and George here, they’ll show you the way from there.” She explained with a motherly tone, while looking back to the rest of the children. Y/n nodded her head in thanks and looked at the set of twins. She assumed that these two were Fred and George.

“Hi there! I’m Fred Weasley!” Said the one on the left. “And I’m George Weasley! We’re in year four!” Chimed the one on the right. “Follow us!” They both happily exclaimed while running through the barrier

“I’m Y/n Réaltín! A second year!” Y/n yelled while following them through the bricks. She closed her eyes in anticipation of approaching the wall. In the blink of an eye, the three of them were standing in front of the Hogwarts Express in all of its beauty.

“Oh! You’re the Réaltín girl?” Inquire one of the twins as the other looked at you for a brief second. “-Interesting, you don’t look much like a girl.” The other one shrugged and chuckled. Suddenly a loud THWACK was heard as their mother came up from behind them, smacking them in the back of the head.

“You two! That wasn’t very polite of you!” Mrs. Weasley scolded them while pointing her finger back and forth at them, “now board the train! It leaves in a- wait where are Ron and Harry?” And with that she was onto worrying about her other child. Fred and George looked at each other and then to you, sighed, then shrugged. “Well, let’s get on board. Ready Réaltín girl?”

Y/n had such a bewildered look on her face, not quite sure what just happened. “Y-yes, I suppose so.” She quietly followed after Fred and George, still not really sure who they were, but they seemed to have heard of her before. It was most likely due to her father being the head of one of the departments in the Ministry of Magic. Y/n silently followed the two of them, not really sure of where to go again. She felt like a lost puppy just hoping for some guidance. So she opted to continue following the twins, as they hadn’t shooed her away.

“You can sit with us if you’d like to. We’re just looking for our friend Lee!” One of the twins said quite loudly without turning around. Y/n still had no idea who was who, but she decided that was a problem for later. As they walked down the train, Y/n peeked in on various compartments full of students of all ages. However, one student in particular caught her attention when he shoved past the three of them. “Damn Weasleys, out of my way,” scoffed a platinum blonde haired boy as he briskly walked by, making sure to bump his shoulder into both of the twins on his way by.

“Oh well, excuse us, daddy’s boy,” Fred said with sarcastic amusement. George burst out laughing as the blonde gave a sneer back at them, mocking what Fred said. “That’s Draco Malfoy,” one of them leaned over to Y/n’s ear to loudly whisper.

Not too long after, they found the compartment their friend was sitting in. “Lee! Look who we brought. A Réaltín!” The twin to the left of Y/n announced with excitement. She still had no idea why it was such a big deal.

tbc...

#nicosnwrites #i'll put this through editing later on but I need to type more thoughts out first haha #draco malfoy x reader

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Ghosts || Draco Malfoy x Reader - Part 1

a/n: Hi, I have no idea what this is, but it’s ummm, angsty ish I suppose. Maybe someday I’ll write pure fluff, but that is not today. I’m diverging from canon a little bit so I can do what I please with Y/n’s ghost :)

warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, r*pe, violence, swearing. It feels kind of…cruel to write out what happened, but …..anyways

Draco x Female Reader

summary: Year 6. You’re a new ghost in the bathrooms of Hogwarts. Recently killed by the hands of your ex, your abuser. He was a cruel Gryffindor who strangled you in the men’s bathroom just around 9:00 pm that tragic evening. No one found you until the next morning. So now you just hung around the men’s bathroom, whispering taunts and tormenting your ex.

Ghosts: Part 1(you're here) || Part 2

“You filthy little whore! Who said you could talk to him!?” He shoved you violently against the stall door. Your ears rang as black spots danced in your vision. You were pretty sure you heard your skull crack. “How dare you betray me like that? Hm, L/n!?”

You could only whimper in response, not having the strength to argue back. He had yanked you by your hair and dragged you into the men’s bathroom. No one was around since it was around 9:00 pm.

“Well!?” He growled viciously in your face, heavy pants from anger shook his figure.

“We–we were only studying, I swear!” You cried out in a small voice. You brought your arms up in front of your face to defend yourself. Thus meaning he went for a punch to your gut.

“You can’t fool me, bitch,” he snarled back, “Who would ever hang out with the likes of you? You’re lucky you're hot, or else no one would like you.”

“Please, let me– let me go,” you sobbed, no longer able to hold the tears back. You were tired of his abuse, his tormenting, his never ending sex drive. You were so frail. You would be covered in bruises and scratches from his roughness and abuse. He controlled what you ate and who you hung out with. You always wore long sleeves and dark tights with your skirt. You wanted to wear trousers, but he made you wear your skirt again. Saying it was unladylike to wear trousers. He ‘taught you a lesson’ the day you wore trousers. Never again. You never wore them again.

“And why should I do that? So you can run back to the Weasley boy?” He once again slammed your frail figure into the stall door, holding you up by your neck with his dirty palms. How you hated his hands. Any man’s hands. You felt dirty and violated. Like an object instead of a human. You let out strangled cries as you flailed, trying to kick him, punch him, clawed at his hands holding your neck. His grip only tightened.

“Please, why are you doing this? I don’t want this anymore,” your voice was airy and barely above a whisper anymore. He gave the most ugly, disgusting, vile smirk.

“Because you're nobody. If not for me, you would have no one in your life. You would die an old hag.” Haha, how funny. At this point, you would welcome death, at least that’s what you thought. Your body gave out to his strength. His grip continued to tighten, you were rapidly losing air, unable to pry his fingers away from your throat.

“I… I…can’t...breathe...” The world went dark as you lost all consciousness.

Panting heavily, Draco stumbled his way to the bathrooms. Tears were already threatening to spill over. He was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest. How could he not breathe, yet take in so much air? The pressure was too much. He just couldn’t do it. Why did it have to be him? This wasn’t the first time he sought refuge in the bathrooms to have a panic attack, nor would it be the last. The end of the school year was approaching fast. He still had not done his task.

It was just before breakfast that the Slytherin made his way to the bathrooms. He wasn’t expecting to find a dead body today.

“Holy fucking shit.” He jumped and stumbled back, landing on his ass, as he saw the lifeless body of you. Draco did not actually know who you were. You were just a Hufflepuff that kept to herself most of her days. He only ever saw you around in passing. His breathing became a little more unsteady, unsure of what to do as his body was frozen, staring at yours.

“Tragic, isn’t it?” His head snapped around towards the direction of the soft voice. You floated into his line of sight. You were now just another ghost of Hogwarts.A ghostly presence that seemed unsure of its own existence. A silvery mist of a figure who couldn’t really do much now. You weren’t very sure why you were still here, you thought you would welcome death once it came.

“Wh–who are you?” Draco’s breathing quickened and his voice quivered.

“I’m Y/n L/n, a former Hufflepuff student here. I was in your year actually,” you replied gently, your voice carrying an ethereal tone. “And um, that is… my lifeless body.” Draco’s eyes darted back down to the body that was indeed yours. He had forgotten all about it when you emerged. You wispily floated around, just five inches above the ground. “I’m uncertain of what will happen next. You’re the first to find me.”

His mind spun with confusion. His head was already full of his own problems, now this? What cruel and twisted joke was the world playing on him? “Why must it always be me for these things?” He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Huh? But I’m the one dead here?” Your voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. You weren’t mad or anything. Your ex whittled your confidence away until you felt everything was your fault or that you didn’t matter.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he whispered as he looked away.

“It’s alright. Though, are you alright? You seem a little worse for wear.” You inquired, leaning close to his face. He recoiled at your advance, a small scowl forming on his features.

“Do I look alright?” He hissed out. You just shrugged in response, not wanting to engage in a futile argument.

His mind continued to whirl with confusion and frustration. He was rendered useless with this newfound situation. Everything was too much.

“You can tell me anything you want to Draco. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I swear my afterlife on it.” You could tell Draco was in deep distress. He needed an outlet, tears were still threatening to spill over. You’ll admit, he was quite talented at holding them back for this long. After a few moments of Draco’s erratic breathing, you gently sat a few feet in front of him, just in front of your body.

Draco’s eyes flickered between your ghostly form and your lifeless body on the floor. It was a surreal sight, one that he wasn’t sure he quite enjoyed seeing. Even though he wasn’t the cause for your death (that he knows of), it made him sick. Sick that someone would do that to such an innocent looking face.

“I… I don’t know where to start,” Draco mumbled, his voice trembled with fear. “There’s so much going on. My head is spinning, it keeps me up at night. I–,” he gulped, his eyes darting away, “I’ve been tasked with murdering Dumbledore. If I don’t… he’ll destroy my family and me. But I don’t think I can do it.” He was sobbing by now. It felt all too real to actually say it outloud. Your features remained serene and peaceful, seemingly unphased by what he was confessing to you. Between his broken sobs, he explained how was forced to join the Death Eaters, and every other little detail that has happened this year. “I’m such a horrible person. I’m one of them now. I don’t want to be a part of this… this madness anymore.”

“Oh, Draco, I can’t imagine the weight that rests upon your shoulders. I don’t believe that you are truly evil. There’s still a part of you that’s good and wanting to change. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in here, feeling these emotions.” You spoke with a gentle voice. Draco’s sobs began to subside slightly, his attention drawn to your form as you continued to speak. “It takes great strength to keep going through something like this. You’re right, life is unfair. These burdens should not have fallen onto your shoulders…As for your task… that is something only you can figure out I believe.” His sobs were even softer now, though the tears didn’t stop falling. “I would hug you if I could, but,” You gestured to your transparent form. He cracked a small smile at your comment before his face returned back to one of despair.

You both sat like this for a while, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Draco looked over to you, you could tell he wanted to ask something.

“Y/n, may I ask how you,” he gestured towards your body and swallowed thickly.

“How I died?” You finished for him, he nodded shyly. “Hmm, well, my ex. He killed me. He was a cruel Gryffindor, I don’t know why he was a Gryffindor. He should’ve been kicked out of Hogwarts. He caught me studying with one of the Weasley boys and berated me for it in the men’s bathrooms around curfew. He was incredibly abusive. A real prat, that boy was.” Draco could see tears misting your eyes.

“I was… strangled to death, unable to defend myself. My body gave in as his abuse became too much. My whole time with him, he, metaphorically, always had his hands wrapped around my throat. Who knew that would be the way I would actually die though?”

“He told me I would die alone and no one would love me. He said I only got attention because I was hot. Then if I wasn’t hot, I for sure would have become an old and lonely hag.” You poured your heart out to the Slytherin boy. It felt amazing to finally tell someone of your situation. Your whole time at Hogwarts, your ex overtook your life.

As the weight of your story settled in the air, Draco sat there, a look of pain and shock was heavy on his face. Although he never talked to you before this, he felt a surge of anger towards that bastard who did this to you. You didn’t deserve this. The only things you have shown him today were kindness and compassion for another hurting soul.

“I–I can’t believe someone would do that to you. You’re so… so good.” You gazed at him with sad eyes, a bitter chuckle escaped your lips. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that.You deserved so much better.” He cast an apologetic look.

“Thank you, Draco. You also deserve better. It means a lot to me that you would say this. No one has ever listened to me before.”

“Now I wish I had known you better when you were alive,” he smiled a little bit, looking down at the floor away from your gaze.

“Ah, maybe so. I don’t think we would have been friends though.” You responded softly with a sad smile. Still staring at the floor, he nodded sadly in agreement. “Well, I hear students starting to head towards the Great Hall, so you should probably get going, Draco.”

“It’s so nice just sitting in here and talking though,” he whispered out, not wanting to face reality again.

“It is, but maybe grab Professor Snape on your way. Let him know about uh,” you gestured towards your lifeless figure on the floor. Draco nodded in understanding and he turned to leave.

“Draco, wait,” you called out softly. He turned towards you once more with raised eyebrows. “You can always come back here and talk to me, alright? I’m probably stuck here for a while anyways.”

“Hmm, I think I might like that.” He offered a small smile, heading out of the bathrooms. You hid yourself in one of the stalls, awaiting Snape’s arrival. Things might turn out more okay than you originally thought.

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You Won't Understand || Draco Malfoy x GN!Reader

Summary: Where, you stumble upon Draco mid breakdown in a secluded part of the library. Draco hisses for you to go away, believing that you’ll never understand his problems. You scoff, saying, “try me”, thus starts a newfound companion.

Word count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some comfort towards the end?

a/n: Hi, I just wanted to write a fic in where, the reader also struggles with not being good enough, and finally, maybe, someone will understand what they’re going through. I might’ve self projected all of my worries and trauma from my high school days lol. There's a longer explanation for that at the end if anyone wants to read xD

But anyways, please enjoy

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you made your way to the library. It was lunchtime, and you were supposed to be in the Great Hall with your friends. However, earlier that day, you received a Howler from your mother.

“Y/N L/N. YOU HAVE BEEN SLACKING OFF IN YOUR STUDIES AGAIN HAVEN’T YOU!? YOU ONLY RECEIVED AN EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS ON YOUR LAST EXAM. HOW COULD YOU!? DON’T EXPECT TO COME HOME WITH THOSE GRADES. IF YOU RECEIVE ANYTHING LESS THAN AN OUTSTANDING ON THE REST OF YOUR EXAMS, DON’T EVEN BOTHER COMING HOME.”

Thankfully you were in the privacy of your dorm room when you received this. Everyone had already left for the day. Your mother, a proud Ravenclaw, was deeply ashamed that you were sorted into the Slytherin house instead of hers. So to compensate, she relentlessly tortured you to always achieve the highest marks possible. After graduating Hogwarts, she attended the University of Oxford and ended up working for a different prestigious university as a researcher in neurology.

Your father on the other hand was not a wizard. He was a muggle that your mother had fallen in love with while she attended regular university. He was also a neurologist, a man of science. He despised the magic part of you. It was a rude awakening when you got your letter from Hogwarts and your mother had to explain everything about her world. She fought him hard and long to send you to Hogwarts, so you couldn’t completely despise her. However, since they both wanted the best of their worlds for you, their expectations were too high in the sky for a mere sixteen-year old. Your father wanted you to attend the most prestigious university for med school while your mother just wanted you to be the top of your class. She figured you could become a healer at St. Mungo's or gain a high position in the Ministry of Magi. (She might be trying to live vicariously through you, as she gave up any jobs involving magic.)

As a result, you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. For now, since you and your father weren’t exactly on speaking terms, your mother was the only one who even seemed to care. Thus, you focused all of your attention on your studies within the past month. Often skipping meals or falling asleep during them. Your friends began noticing the toll it took on you–your face grew paler and more tired, your hands shook, and dark circles formed under your eyes from countless all-nighters. Needless to say, you were incredibly freaked out for your next exam.

If you didn’t receive an Outstanding, you would not have anywhere to go for the summer. Maybe you could spend it with the Weasleys? You managed to befriend Ginny, Fred, and George. Ron was a little harder to get him to come around, just because you were a Slytherin.

On your way to the library, you nearly ran head first into Ginny. Oh, how coincidental. Before you even had a chance to apologise, she started rambling.

“Oh hey, Y/n! I was just looking for you, I haven’t seen you at any meals today,” She said with worry evident on her face, “Are you alright? Please, come back to lunch with me. I miss you, Y/n. We're all worried about you.” You cast her a guilt-ridden look.

“I’m just heading to the library. I need to perfect my knowledge for the next exam,” You sighed defeatedly with a small chuckle.

“But, Y/n–” Ginny began, concern lacing her voice. This time, you wore an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry Ginny, I just can’t. I–uhm, can I ask a favour from you though?” Avoiding eye contact out of shame, you looked away, unable to hold her gaze any longer.

“Of course Y/n, anything.” Ginny reached out and rubbed your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

You let out a heavy sigh. “Could I possibly stay at your place over the summer?” You hung your head down, eyes filled with unshed tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet Ginny’s gaze. “My mother owled me to say: If you don’t get O’s on the rest of your exams, don’t even think about coming home, child!” Ginny gasped softly, eyes widening at the words that stammered out of your mouth.

“Oh, Y/n, of course you can stay with us. I'm sure you'll be alright, but you're always welcome to stay with us,” She replied, her voice brimming with sympathy. You gave a short nod of thanks, unable to speak or your tears would escape your eyes. “I suppose I’ll see you later then? Please, come to dinner at least.” You once again nodded, giving her a small smile. She smiled back as well, then turned and left you once again.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The exhaustion and tiredness from it all was creeping in, eating away at you slowly.

You were so tired. When would it get better? When would it end?

As you entered the library, your eyes scanned the endless rows of books, searching for a quiet place to study. That’s when you noticed a figure hunch in a cushioned chair by a window, their shoulders shaking and trembling.

It was Draco Malfoy. A boy that you weren’t really on any terms with. Occasional waves from you and small nods from him were the extent of your communication.

Forgetting about your own woes for a moment, you cautiously approached him, uncertain if he would react kindly to your presence. Once you were about five feet away from him, his head snapped up. Then you saw his face. Tears pooled out of his eyes every few seconds, his lips trembled, then his brows narrowed.

“What are you doing here?” Draco spat out, his voice a little hoarse.

You hesitated for a moment, taking in the situation you just landed yourself in. Despite the venomous sounding tone, you could detect that he really hadn’t meant it that way. Ignoring his question, you stepped closer, concern etched on your own features.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, your voice filled with genuine worry, “I–Is there anything I can do?”

Draco averted his gaze, trying to hide the pain and tears in his eyes. “It’s nothing. Just go away, please. You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. You narrowed your eyes at this.

“Oh, I wouldn’t? Why, because I’m not a pureblood? Because I 'don’t have any expectations placed onto me'? Hmm?” You retorted back, unsure why you spat back such a defensive response. He looked slightly taken aback at your words.

“Yes, precisely. Wow, you're so smart,” his voice dripping with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes, then slumped back in the chair.

You folded your arms. “Try me, then. I won’t tell anyone, I swear it," you challenged him, not budging.

He narrowed his eyes at you once again, unsure if he should open up. After a moment of internal struggle, he sighed with defeat. “If you really must know, There’s just–just so many expectations weighing on me. If I’m not good enough, it will be a disaster for my parents and me. I don’t want to risk anything, and the pressure is so... suffocating. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he reluctantly started, but soon couldn’t stop, he didn’t know why he was sharing all of this with some random classmate.

“I’m not good enough for him. I don’t even feel that I’m good enough for my parents. My father always says: Malfoys do this, Malfoys don’t do that. Then my mother is already trying to arrange a marriage for me. I wish everyone’s expectations of me would just disappear.”

“But how would you ever understand that type of pressure?” He sighed in frustration as you just nodded along. muttered quietly, but you still heard him.

You didn't know who 'he' was, but you sure as fuck knew about pressure from parents.

“Sorry to interrupt your little pity party, Malfoy,” you sighed, meeting his glare with a calm gaze. “But let me tell you, I do understand the feelings of pressure and not being good enough for someone. I’m going to get kicked out of my home by my mother if I don’t get Outstandings on every single last assignment. She's dead serious about that. My father and I aren’t on speaking terms because he thinks being magical is stupid. He wants me to attend muggle medicine university. My mother shames me everyday for being in Slytherin and not her perfect little Ravenclaw house. They both expect me to do what they want without giving me a choice. If I’m not their perfect little daughter, I’ll just get shunned and kicked out. Disowned. I'm just their disappointment,” you rambled out, “but I suppose this little talk shouldn’t be about me. Sorry, didn't mean to spin it like that. Just forget it.”

Maybe your family's reputation wasn't as important as the Malfoys, but nonetheless, you were sure you would become disowned by them. They had set unrealistic expectations out of you. Your mental health was rapidly declining, if it hadn’t already hit rock bottom, your feelings were valid and you won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. However, your parents didn’t seem to care about your feelings.

"I definitely know how it feels. Like someone is drowning or suffocating you. There's no breaks. And it's all ridiculous because we are just teenagers. So what the fuck, life?" You angrily whisper out.

Draco stared at you, momentarily speechless. “I… I had no idea,” he murmured out, “it seems you are capable of understanding this more than I thought.” You mirrored the speechlessness, unsure if you should be insulted or relieved by his admission. He looked away from you, staring out the window for a brief moment.

“It’s alright, Draco. No one really notices anyways,” you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush your feelings away again. Even though you pushed for Draco to share his feelings, you felt like a burden doing the same thing.

You went to approach him, stepping into the rays of sunlight that beamed in from the windows. It wasn’t until now that Draco took in your full appearance. He never paid you much mind, as you weren’t a pureblood or in his friend group, but friends with the Weasleys. You truly were a beauty. You had godly features that rivalled any of the most attractive students. Your hair cascaded softly around your face, accentuating your facial features. It was also then, he realised just how malnourished and exhausted you were looking. The sunken eyes, pale face, bloodshot eyes and slightly trembling form. He was sure a gust of wind would knock you over.

“You look like shit, L/n.” Draco said flatly, instantly realising the bluntness of his comment. Your eyes widened at his comment.

“I–I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” He apologised? Who was this imposter and what did he do with Draco Malfoy?

“Gee, thanks. It’s nothing I can’t handle though.” You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaped your lips. Attempting to brush his concern off and divert the attention away from yourself, you shot back, “Have you seen yourself though? I could say the same.” Draco just shook his head with amusement on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. But, it’s clearly not ‘nothing’. A gust of wind could knock you over,” he retorted back, though his gaze softened. You scoffed at him. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly cared, why he wanted to reach out to you. Maybe it was because you made him feel calmer? The gentle aura you carried around when others were there was relaxing and a good change of pace. Maybe it was the fact that you also shared the same feelings of struggle as him. Not being accepted or feeling good enough for everyone. You tried to help him (in your own challenging way), now he wanted to help you, at least just a little.

You hummed a little, shying away a little for the first time. “Well, perhaps we could both use a break from trying to meet everyone’s expectations. Maybe we can help each other out,” you suggest, “though I don’t know how to help out with the whole pureblood traditions thing, I’ll be around for you if you need some support. Or just a friend to hangout with or vent to.” Draco nodded along with your plan, not feeling too opposed to this.

“And I can help you with your studies,” he offered with a soft tone. You nodded as well, giving a genuine smile this time.

+==+==+

Over the next few weeks, you and Draco spent more and more time together. Sometimes it would be hardcore study sessions. Where it felt like the questions he quizzed you on were never ending. Other times, it would be ranting about everything and nothing. It helped both of you get some weight off your chests. A couple times, you took trips to Hogsmeade to chat over a butterbeer or three.

You could say it was a friendship. You weren’t sure how he felt, but you could feel yourself falling for the Slytherin boy. Though you knew it might not end well, with him being a ‘pureblood’ and all. Such bullshit that is. You often told him that was your opinion on the pureblood traditions, he would just chuckle, sadness laced in it occasionally.

“Y/n, how do you feel about your grades?” Draco asked casually as you both walked down an empty hallway. Your face paled and your body froze in your steps. The feeling always haunted you, no matter how much you talked it over, it would still haunt you. Draco came to a halt and turned towards you, voice laced with genuine worry, “Y/n?” He could see the inner turmoil your brain shoved you into, and it pained him more than it should have to see you like this.

You tried to shake yourself out of anxiety’s grip. “I’m not too sure to be honest. I’m waiting on three exams and two homework grades still…,” you trailed off, drowning in your worries again.

“Hey, hey, you’ll be ok, alright?” He said with a much softer tone while placing his hands on your arms. Over the weeks, you both became immaculate at reading each other’s signs of worry or anxiety, knowing exactly what to do.

“You don’t know that, Draco,” you sighed, “although, maybe staying with the Weasleys would be better for my mental health anyways.” At this thought, you felt a little more relieved, but no matter how much you tried not to care, these feelings would forever haunt you.

“A–anyways, how about you? How’s your whole… family thing?” You asked, deflecting any more concern that came your way.

“It’s uh… still not great. Mother called off any preset engagements, however she still wants me to at least try going on the dates.” He grumbled. It was a little progress. You encouraged him to express his feelings with his mother, maybe it would change her mind. You knew it was a long shot to be able to change the traditions of hundreds of years, but why not try now?

“Oh! Well, I suppose that’s… a little good then?” You tilted your head a little, becoming lost in thoughts again. You wondered if her mind would ever change enough to let you potentially date Draco. No, you haven’t confessed anything to Draco, but your feelings weren’t dying.

Draco scrunched his nose and gave a slight nod. “Yes, I suppose so. Maybe, someday, she’ll let me date whoever I want, without worrying about blood status…” Your eyes widened, a blush spreading across your cheeks and to your ears.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” You stammered out. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you could’ve sworn that was implying he wanted to date you. Little did you know, you were correct. Maybe someday it would work out, but for now, both of you were content with your ever growing friendship. Though, can you really call this a friendship? You were sure it dug deeper than just that.

looong a/n: So, I might’ve self projected all of my worries and trauma from my highschool days. I went to a public hs, but good god, the standards were high. Anything less than an A was a failure. I had friends crying over 94%’s… I had a couple friends that would get locked out of their houses for the day if they brought home C’s. I, myself, never felt smart enough either. My friends always scored higher than me.

I maintained a solid 3.8 GPA, but it just wasn’t as high as my friends’ with their 3.9’s and 4.0’s :’). So I spent my whole grade school career, never feeling smart enough. I cried myself to sleep most nights from the stress of it all. My parents would get onto me and had really high expectations for me as well. It took my dad forever to realise I'm going to sometimes get C's because some subjects just don't click and I crumble under pressure. No matter how hard I study, I cannot always get A's. That should be okay, but my parents....hhhhh. It’s taken me a little bit of time to start undoing the feeling that if I don't get A’s, I’m a failure.

Though, I’m finally realising that grades aren’t everything in life, and it’s ok. I’ll still aim for the top, but I’m not sacrificing my mental health for it again. (I still have a 3.8GPA at uni, but now I’m studying smarter ;) and uni has been slightly easier than high school, wtf.) I’m not trying to sound stuck up or snobby, I promise and I apologise. That was just the school mindset I was raised in. In which, I’m trying to undo some of those more painful mindsets.

I’m trying to learn that my efforts are enough. I’m putting my best work in while not sacrificing my sanity this time. I’m enough, you’re enough, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Thanks for reading if you did!

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #nicosnwrites #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x slytherin!reader #draco malfoy x gn! reader #your mental health matters so don't let anyone tell you otherwise #malfoy x reader

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𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?

𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂!𝖺𝗎 | 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖮𝗇𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖥𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖲𝗂𝗑 -𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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Can I request Draco Malfoy falling for a gryffindor reader head cannons? I can't shake the curiosity.

Draco Malfoy x Reader || Falling for Gryffindor

a/n: Hi! Sure! Let’s find out how this goes haha. I’ll admit, this was a bit harder for me lol, but fun nonetheless!

Word count: ~1.2k

Summary: How Draco Malfoy would be crushing on a Gryffindor reader. At least how one scenario might work out?

Draco was most certainly appalled by you at first. You had usually been one of the more reserved and quiet Gryffindors, but hung out a lot with Ron Weasley. Yours and his family had been long time friends, so there was no doubt you’d be around him.

Draco could never bring himself to actually hate you though. You had a certain charm, intelligence, and beauty that drew him in. For 2 years of this he tried to deny any feelings towards you that weren’t disgusting.

Throughout years 1-3, you and him spent time bickering over little silly things in class. Well, it was more so him attempting to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. It only worked a few times, which had landed the both of you in detention. The only times you were really vocal were when Draco was harassing the Golden Trio. You always stood up for that Weasley boy. He couldn’t understand why you had to hang around him so much. Was he jealous?...No, why would he be? Hm?

You had so many classes together, that bickering with him in class was just second nature to you both. It felt weird if you hadn’t bickered at all. Like, something was missing from him. He was a little instigator. In all of those years, you had never once started one of those arguments.

Draco had a very, very difficult time coming to terms with his feelings. He would shoot you little glares in the Great Hall during meals or walking down the halls. Towards year 5, his glares became more of soft stares. Sometimes, he would get lost staring at you, that his entire hard glare would be completely gone. One of his friends would have to shake him out of his daze.

Another of his struggles would be figuring out how you would react. You were a Gryffindor and he didn’t know of your blood status. Imagine his parents finding out. He doesn’t think they would be so accepting. He didn’t know if you would accept him. All he’s ever been was plain rude to you and your friends. Plus your precious ‘Weasel-Bee’ was always by your side. He felt lost and hopeless. Little did he know, you were having the same thoughts of him, not knowing if he would or could ever reciprocate your feelings.

Draco wasn’t really sure how to start building a relationship that wasn’t based on rude comments and sneering looks. His comments never held any venom or real mean intent behind them. They were the same old type of remarks he used as a 12 year old. (Little did he know, you had long since figured that he didn’t have malicious intent behind his words. To you, the bickering was exciting and fun, seeing what new childish arguments you would have next).

Being the Grffyndor you were, you took this into your own hands, not being able to stand it much longer.

“Hey dimwit, I–” “Hello, my name is Y/n L/n, and yours is?” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, leaving him dumbfounded. “What the hell L/n? We’ve known each other since first year.” You stood there in silence with your arm still extended towards him. He eyed you up suspiciously. “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” he eventually took your hand in his, giving it a small, but firm shake.

“Nice to meet you, Draco.” His heart skipped a beat, hearing his name roll off your tongue so elegantly. “Nice to meet you too, Y-Y/n.” His voice wavered with uncertainty. It felt odd saying your first name to your face. He had never done so. He quickly recovered though, “Now, do you want to tell me why you’re doing this?” It might’ve come out a little harsher than he intended.

You shuffled, your confidence wavering only slightly, “I want to start over, clean slate, turn a new leaf, whatever you want to call it.” Draco’s eyebrows raised, curious at your declaration. “Oh? And?” He signaled for you to continue.

You nodded and took a deep breath, “And, I’vehadareallyhugecrushonyousincelastyearandamtooafraidtoknowhowyouwouldreacttoaGryffindorconfessingsoI’mgoingtoleavenow.” (I’ve had a really huge crush on you since last year and am too afraid to know how you would react to a Gryffindor confessing so I’m going to leave now.) Draco stared at you with wide eyes. You weren’t sure if it was because he hadn’t understood what words your mouth just poured out, or if he was deciding if he should make fun of you for your confession. It never crossed your mind that he might feel the same way.

Deciding not to find out this moment, you spun around, quite flustered, and tried to walk away. Tried. Draco caught your wrist, gently tugging you back towards him.

“You, you like me?” He asked, shock still present in his voice. Your eyes flickered everywhere except his. He used his free hand to bring your face to fully look at him.

“I–I believe that was what I said, y–yes. I, Y/n L/n, like you, Draco Malfoy.” Heat was rising to your face. You felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

“You mean to tell me that, you’re not crushing on Weasle-bee?” He was still very much in disbelief.

You fake gagged, “Ew, god no. He’s like a brother to me. We practically grew up together, you weirdo.” You snorted at his face when you called him a weirdo.

“I, I like you too, Y/n. I was worried you hated me.” He said as a small blush crept onto his cheeks.

You scoffed at this, “Hate you? I could never. Sure, you might be a total arse and prickhead, but… I always thought of our bickering as fun and games. So, no hard feelings. Maybe other than all the times you actually insulted my friends though.”

Draco playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled. “So, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday, Draco?” You beat him to the confession and to ask for a date. You sure were a bold little Gryffindor. Soon to be his little Gryffindor.

“I would love that, L/n.”

“Oh you little twat!” You laughed loudly.

From there, you both would jokingly address each other by last names still. He did eventually find out you were a pureblood. Not that your blood status would change his feelings towards you at all. However, he had a much better shot at gaining his parent’s approval with this newfound information. (His parents would be a much later problem he decided though)

Ron would tell you both to knock off your bickering in class, he said, “I can practically feel the sexual tension leaking from the both of you. It isn’t even bickering anymore, it’s like you’re trying to have sex through your words. Please stop! It’s bloody disgusting.” You cackled and lightly punched his arm.

“You’re just jealous that you haven’t gotten with Hermione yet.” You whispered quite loudly. Just as Ron opened his mouth to retaliate, Draco appeared from around the hall corner.

“Ready to go, love?” He said sweetly to you. You nodded in excitement. You loved your weekends out with Draco. He made you feel safe and loved. He cared so much for you.

So I feel like most of the part going through Draco’s developing feelings would be him in denial, then him trying to push down his feelings. He can’t believe that he’s fallen for a Gryffindor haha. You did wonders on him, changed his world view, opened his eyes.

#nicosnwrites #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco x Gryffindor!reader #malfoy #draco malfoy #hp x reader

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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I loved that! (Also sorry if I tacked too much on to that request.)

I'm so glad!! It's all good, no worries! I had fun writing them ^^

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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I'd like to request fred and george weasley head cannons! Specifically how they would go about dealing with their feelings and asking out a crush in each house. So how fred would deal with realizing he likes a girl in Slytherin/Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw/gryffindor and how he would ask them out. Same with george.

(Bonus points if you wanna do for Ron weasley, harry Potter, and/or draco Malfoy too)

a/n: This seems fun, so I’ll give it a shot! I think I’ll do Hufflepuff and Slytherin for Fred and then Ravenclaw and Gryffindor for George. Sorry to split it up, but I get pretty carried away with writing^^’. These headcanons might be more like one shots, I apologise.

a/n after writing some more: I’m sorry, these are definitely more like one shots. Umm, I'm not so good at headcanon stuff, so I hope you're not too disappointed! Also will try to get around to doing a Draco version of this over the next week???

Summary: Headcannons(err more like oneshots) on how Fred and George Weasley deal with falling head-over-heels for their crush!

Warnings: Fluff I guess? A couple swears here and there, Fred and George and maybe you confessing your ever growing young love for each other

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Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

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You were just a typical shy, kind hearted Hufflepuff girl. You wouldn’t throw an insult in anyone’s direction. Though you weren’t afraid to hex or charm someone. You tended to stay out of people’s way, ducking through the crowd and avoiding as many shoves as possible to get to your next class through the busy halls.

It was in a 5th year Hufflepuff/Gryffindor Charms class that you shared with the Weasley twins. Professor Flitwick paired you and Fred up for an essay on your two most recently learned charms. The Severing and Colour Change charms.

It was during this duo effort that he found himself falling hard for you after an incident during the essay.

You both decided to work in the Gryffindor common room one evening. Practising the charm as well as writing about the two. He cast the Severing Charm with too little caution or regard for his surroundings.

Let’s just say, you ended up with a new haircut that night and were not too happy. Without skipping a beat after it happened, you shot the Colour Change Charm at him, turning his hair a bright indigo blue.

Fred didn’t even care that his hair was blue(well at that minute). He stared at you, awestruck that you had retaliated. Up until then, you were just the Hufflepuff that stayed out of everyone’s way. Never cursed or gossiped. Of course, Fred profusely apologised, all while laughing his head off.

“You know, love. I must say, you look quite cute with that new haircut of yours.” He gave a cheeky smile before running away from your wand pointed at him, not wanting to see what else you might cast at him.

Fred didn’t know why he never noticed you before. He wishes he would’ve. He loved seeing this new side of you and desperately wanted to get to know you more.

Every Charms class, he would start sitting next to you, and distract you from lectures. He would write jokes to you on scraps of paper, or just nudge your arm or leg endlessly until you jokingly kicked him back. One time, you accidentally knocked him in the shin a little too hard that he yelped quite loudly in class.

“Mr. Weasley, do you have something to share with the class?” Flitwick asked with a little bit of irritation in his voice.

“N-no sir, sorry!” He squeaked out, rubbing his shin under the desk. You shot him an apologetic look, then went back to listening to Flitwick continue on.

George would tease him endlessly about his new little crush on the Hufflepuff girl. He noticed the lovesick daze his twin would be in during meals in the Great Hall. Fred would sometimes just get lost in staring at you while you joked around with your housemates.

Occasionally, you would catch him staring, then smile a bit. He loved the way your eyes sparkled when he caught his gaze. Or how your smile would instantly brighten his whole world.

Even after the project ended, he made every effort to try and hang out with you. Whether it be plopping himself next to you during meals or even following you to the library to study. Which, didn’t actually include much studying when he was around. He was far more fond of staring at you and joking around.

You quickly grew accustomed to his constant attention, flirting, and shenanigans. You loved it all, but you would never dare be the first one to confess. So you quietly went along with him, watching and admiring, not having the confidence to believe he would like you back. Boy were you wrong. This man was whipped. For you.

One abnormally normal Thursday, you sat through the regular same old charms class, ate the same meals, talked to the same friends, Fred pulled you outside to the courtyard after class was let out. He gently led you by holding your small hand in his larger one.

“Fred? Are you alright? Where are we going?” You asked, growing more concerned as Fred’s pace picked up. In all honesty, Fred was a tad nervous. Sure girls flirted with him here and there and he would sometimes reciprocate that. He was a charming guy, what can you say?

Fred would not say a thing on the way to the courtyard. Heck, you still had no idea where this boy was taking you. You could sense a nervousness about Fred, which was quite odd to you. You’d never known him to be nervous about anything. Even in potions when Snape would drill him and Fred would just joke and laugh about it. So why was he so worked up today?

You both sat down at one of the corridors’s archways that bordered the school’s courtyard. You could finally see his face. He looked just the slightest bit flustered with a light pink dusting his cheeks. This is new. You thought nervously. Fred fiddled with your hand a bit, refusing to look into your eyes.

“Freddie, what is it? You’re scaring me…” You whispered out to him. He finally looked you straight in the eyes, guilt flashing through them.

“Oh! No, please don’t be scared. Merlin, I’m so sorry, love, haha,” Fred apologized while grabbing your other hand now and facing directly towards you, “ Just a tad nervous, but I have to tell you now, I can’t wait any longer.” He began rambling on about how much you meant to him and how he couldn’t take his mind off of you. You lived rent free in this man’s head and he didn’t know how to contain his feelings any longer.

“Fred, what are you on about?” You smiled, feeling giddy already. You had a suspicion of where this might be going. He stopped rambling, feeling his full confidence and charm return.

“Y/n, I was wondering if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? I quite fancy you. I really, really like you a lot!” He beamed with a wide grin. Even though you felt this might be what was happening, your face still turned into one of shock. Fred’s smile faltered for a second, but not for long.

You flung yourself into him, giving him the warmest, sweetest bear hug you could manage. As you dove into him, he let out a small “oomf!” before returning the hug.

“Yes, of course I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you!” You happily cheered. “And I like you too!” Fred couldn’t have been more happy with the outcome. He was completely, utterly head over heels for you.

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Fred x Slytherin!Reader

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I think even if the reader was a Slytherin, Fred would still be pretty outgoing and wouldn’t shy away from her. He also wouldn’t hesitate too much to finally confess his feelings. I feel that he wouldn’t be able to keep his feelings to himself for very long. Here’s another scenario of Fred slowly realising his ever growing crush on you. It hits him like a slap to the face and he can’t contain these feelings to himself anymore.

Fred wasn’t really sure how his crush started. Maybe back in his third year, whenever you cheered on one of his and George’s pranks? He was amazed he was able to catch your attention, because the whole “Gryffindors and Slytherins will never mesh” thing. Since then, he never really saw a reason to totally resist all Slytherins. You were different.

You weren’t snobbish or all high and mighty about being a pureblood Slytherin. You never bullied anyone. Except for Pansy occasionally. She usually deserved it though as she often picked on some poor Hufflepuff girl or a non pureblood Slytherin. You also never put up with Draco’s shit. So you and Malfoy ended up with a mutual understanding that neither of you would mess with each other.

Another part to add to his growing feelings was 4th year, watching you stand up to Professor Snape after he picked on George a bit too harshly. Of course, the twins could’ve stood up for themselves, they could care less about Snape and that class. Something in you had just snapped that day. It cost you 20 Slytherin house points, but you couldn’t bear to see Snape bullying any more students that day.

Now to the part we are at today, 5th year. You both became friends over the past couple years. You were currently in the middle of pulling off some prank with Fred and George. Fred and George had a plan that involved you since you had an in with the Slytherins.

You were to “accidentally” trip and fall into Pansy. In the process you “accidentally” slop some Out to Lunch Fake Moustache lotion on Pansy’s face. While you had her distracted, Fred and George would slip some Dungbombs into Crabbe and Goyle’s robe pockets.

The plan went off without a hitch. Pansy was screaming bloody murder when she started growing facial hair. She only found out when Draco started cackling at her as she approached the Slytherin table for lunch. The laughter didn’t laugh long whenever Crabbe and Goyle entered. Nearly everyone evacuated the Great Hall after this.

The three of you made a run for it. Filch was close on your tails, too close. George sacrificed himself so you and Fred could get away together. He winked at Fred with a salute, then turned around and grinned at Filch, not a glint of fear in his face. Just pure humour and amusement.

The two of you slipped into one of Hogwarts’ secret passageways that led all the way to Hogsmeade. You and Fred laughed the whole way there.

“Man, I gotta thank your brother later for taking one for the team.” You laughed, nearly out of breath from your workout.

Fred laughed along too, excited to finally have you alone. As you both made your way to The Three Broomsticks, he grew a little nervous. What if you didn’t like him like that? What if you fancied George? Or didn’t even want to date a Gryffindor? Man, he needed to calm down.

After sitting down at a table in the corner with your butterbeers, he noticed you looked a bit flushed. “Y/n, are you alright? Pansy didn’t hurt you, did she? Are you fevered?” His mouth rushed with questions.

“N-no! Silly, I’m good. I just… Fred, I need to tell you something.” You replied. A look of concern spread over his features, fearing for the worst. He was so in love that his mind was a little wonky about this. He would lose all sense of reality when he stared into your beautiful eyes. His mind and heart would race when you would accidentally brush hands or place a hand onto his forearm.

Finally, you stared into his eyes, “I like you!!!” You loudly declared, standing up to further prove your point. You startled quite a few patrons surrounding you. Fred slightly startled too, eyes going wide as he was not expecting this. He didn’t think you would confess to him. You stood there breathing heavily, waiting for his response.

“Love, I really, really like you as well!” He exclaimed as he too stood up. He pulled you close and brought your faces close to each other. “May I?” You nodded a little shyly, closing the gap between your lips. Once again, you shocked him. It took a second for him to lean into the kiss.

When you did break away you confessed, “I’ve fancied you since year two, Fred.” His eyes widened. “Year two!?” You giggled bashfully and nodded while looking away. Fred gently used his hand to guide your face to turn back to him.

“I really should’ve realised sooner. I think I only realised a month back if I’m being honest.” He said, a blush clear on his cheeks and ears. “Although, I’ve always been quite fond of you. You’re my little snake now.”

You laughed and hugged him once more. You were finally his, and him, yours.

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George Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader

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Now, I think George would try to be more subtle about it? It might take a bit more prodding from Fred to finally tell you directly.

Though George never really took notice of you until third year of Hogwarts. You were mostly lost in your thoughts to yourself a lot and weren’t the most bold student. You were 11-13 though, that’s fair enough.

It wasn’t until you made friends with the Golden Trio. Ron Weasley specifically. You and Ron became best buds in your third year and his first, like a sibling relationship. You met all three of them on the train. You had noticed Harry and Ron in one of the train compartments and asked if you could join them. Mostly because you figured the red head would be the Weasley’s younger brother!

Ever since then you had been helping Ron with homework, attend quidditch matches with him, and even sneak him out to Hogsmeade. After a year of knowing them, during your 4th year, Ron invited you over to stay with them for winter break! So of course you had to go!

It was wonderful there, with everyone, the atmosphere was warm, cosy, and overall felt like another home.

When Ron introduced you to everyone, you definitely caught the attention of George Weasley, he was stunned to silence by your character and beauty. He thought you were the most beautiful thing to cross his path. He just had to get to know you better. Also because you meshed so well with his family!

He was in awe at how much Ron looked up to you and how smart you were. You always helped Ron with his homework. Maybe you would help him too with his! Merlin knows he didn’t care much about his homework. Whenever meal times came around, you were always first to volunteer yourself to helping Mrs. Weasley out in the kitchen. You also could talk for hours on end about the muggle world with Mr. Weasley, being a half-blood yourself. You definitely had some information to share with him.

At some point during your stay, you decided you would try to befriend the Weasley twins. They were in your grade, so why not get to know them? George was elated by this. Falling in love was new to him and made him a little shy when it came to you.

Over the next week of break, you and the twins got very close. Often playing wizards chess, quidditch, or just pulling pranks on the others. You did accidentally give them both pig ears and pig tails with a prank formula gone wrong. They both found it hilarious and decided to try and make more of whatever it was you did.

Since it would get cold, George would let you borrow his jumpers. He thought you looked absolutely adorable with how oversized they looked. He loved that they were his that you were wearing as well. You often would go to George and ask for a jumper to borrow when it would get cold. It was often rare to see you not wearing one of his jumpers around the house anymore.

Some nights, everyone would sit down by the fireplace and just share stories or jokes. You also situated yourself next to George, even leaning against him a few times (all of the time). His heart would flutter every time he felt your presence lean against him. He loved it, absolutely adored it.

A couple times, you would fall asleep against him. He knew as soon as your weight would sink into him further along with the sound of your gentle breathing. He would then gently prod you awake once it got late enough and everyone had gone up to bed, leaving just the two of you.

“Hmm…oh, hey George? Where did everyone go?” You pondered as you slowly sat up.

“Oh, they left for Ireland, said they’re not coming back for a couple days.” He shrugged as you gave him a look of ‘wtf’. He burst out laughing, “Kidding, kidding, I swear, they all went to bed. It’s past 11:00pm.”

You playfully smacked his arm, “Oh, you! Sorry for dozing off on you. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked so enchanting in your sleep. I couldn’t bear to disturb your peaceful slumber, so why wake a pretty face?”

“Y-you don’t mean that. How can I look beautiful while sleeping? I know for a fact that I sleep-talk and drool occasionally!” You giggled while leaning back into his side, resting your head onto his chest.

“Okay, so maybe you drool, but it doesn’t take away from your cuteness!”

No matter how you looked, George would always slip in a compliment to you. He would even spin your self doubts into compliments.

Eventually, it was time to go back to school! It was a couple months before George came to terms with his feelings for you.

Whenever George realised his crush on you though, he would try to subtly flirt with you. He would always flatter you, never missing an opportunity, oftentimes he would or if you were walking down the hallways together, he would playfully nudge or bump shoulders with you during your odd conversations.

You often talked about really random things. Like, what a chair’s scream might sound like if a desk chair suddenly gained sentience. Or what if frogs harmonised their croaks and ribbits to mate?

If you both were through a crowded hallway, he would grab your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulders to keep you close and not be swept away by the bustling students.

Whenever you got excited over something, for example, you aced your potions exam, you would run to George after class and throw your arms around him. He would instantly hug back.

He loved the way your hair smelled, how it felt when you hugged him, how your laughter would ring through his ears. He loved it all, couldn’t get enough of it.

He also loved when you would attend the quidditch matches and cheer him on. So he decided he would confess to you after a match one day.

“Hey Y/n, meet me after the quidditch match today!”

“Why do you even ask,” You replied with a laugh, “I always do that anyways.” George just shrugs and runs off to catch up with his teammates.

Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. Of course, Gryffindor came out on top! The Gryffindor stands cheered wildly, you included. You rushed down the stands to meet George.

When things calmed down, he took you somewhere a little more private.

“Y/n… I wanted to tell you that meeting you has been the most wonderful moment in my life. Hanging out with you has been an even more wonderful time. You captivate my mind everyday. I can’t help but admire you!”

“George, what are you on about?” You looked up at him questioningly. He sighed with a smile and ran his hand through his hair.

“God dammit Y/n, haha. What I suppose I’m trying to say is that these feelings have transformed into something more than just…friendship.” Oh. You blushed heavily, finally getting the hint. “I like you, like, like-like you, Y/n!”

“Oh George! I like you too! I feel the same way! I-I never knew you felt this way.” You mumbled into his chest. As soon as he had confessed, you had thrown yourself into a hug with him.

“I noticed,” He chuckled while hugging you back.

“I guess, looking back, a lot of our interactions like that make sense now.” You laughed at your own obliviousness.

George would be so flustered and over the moon that you two were finally a thing, that he would forget to ask you out on a date. He sincerely meant to do so. So on your way back to the dorms, he would suddenly spin towards you and ask you to go out with him for lunch/dinner whatever you prefer!

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George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

I profusely apologise for these becoming so long and like..kind of not headcanons again.

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As a Ravenclaw, George would be drawn to your wit, sharp mind, and creativeness. You weren’t just a typical bookworm. No, you put your intellectual prowess to use. Often to cause mischief or shoot back sarcastic comebacks to any rude students or professors.

At age 14, you became an animagus, a pine marten! You might be more of a shy and withdrawn Ravencalw, but people just seemed to gravitate towards you. You never had any problems getting along with people. (Minus a few Slytherins…)

You and George had Transfiguration class together. This was 5th year charms, so you were learning some vanishing spells as well as more of turning animals into inanimate objects. McGonagall had paired the two of you up for an essay presentation. You looked over to him with a small grin, and he of course, returned the gesture.

You two would meet during evenings either right before dinner, or nights after dinner whenever George didn’t have quidditch practice.

He always looked forward to these meetings. Conversing with you was so easy, it just felt so natural to him. He loved how well spoken you sounded. You were always researching something about a different charm or spell. You were always experimenting with some new charm or spell to get different reactions out of it.

A couple times you tried testing it out on him as you both worked together. You hadn’t meant for as many mishaps as you had, but George enjoyed them nonetheless.

One time, you were attempting to give shoes a pair of wings. After hearing this fun fact, George offered up a pair of his shoes. Your spell went just a tad awry, giving his shoes a rat tail, ears, and four legs. His shoes scurried away down some drainage. They’re still wandering around the undergrounds of the castle to this day…

Another time, you were practising a transfiguration spell with George. This time it was actually for your project and not just some random experiment you conjured up. You turned him into a ferret. A bloody ferret. You were casting the spell, when someone knocked into your wand hand, thus redirecting the spell towards George instead of the wooden box that sat on the table in front of you.

You had no clue what to do. You hurriedly picked him up and ran to McGonagall. She just sighed and turned him back as soon as you explained why in the world you came running to her with a ferret in your hands.

“George, I am so so sorry!” You blushed while frantically apologising to him. He laughed and just said, “It’s all good love. No harm done!” You both ended up bonding over these little mishaps. George ended up loving so many of them he had you help implement some of your random charms into the Weasley twin tricks and sweets.

Finally, the night before, you both finished the project. You just wrote about the importance of casting transfiguration spells correctly. As well as incorporating the charms that would turn people into animals. (Yes, he begged you to include the time you transformed into a ferret). Though you now knew how to undo that spell. You had to beg McGonagall for that one.

“Hey Y/n, wanna turn me into a ferret again?” George kept pestering you that night to do so. He wanted to show off your skills in class tomorrow. At first you heavily protested. What if you couldn't do it right again? (“That's the point of practice, silly!” George would retaliate. He loved getting you worked up. He also felt honoured that you cared so deeply for his safety.)

You eventually caved, figuring it could be fun. You still had yet to show him your animagus form. Martens and ferrets happened to be of the same family, so why not? You sighed, casting the spell, and watched as he quickly shrank to the form of a ferret. He ran right up to your legs, running around in circles. You giggled at his playfulness and then transformed into your pine marten form.

His little ferret form gave you a shocked face as if to say, “Wtf!? You’re an animagus!? Bloody hell that’s amazing!” He loved this. So. So. Much.

Your presentation went very well! A few times, you had to nudge George in the arm to keep speaking, he’d get lost in your words, listening to your voice. Once he got speaking though, he really did take over a lot.

After this, he, like Fred, would insist that you keep hanging out. You would often join him for meals or trips to Hogsmeade, along with some other Gryffindor friends.

George wanted to form a strong friendship bond with you. He did so, without even realising he fell for you, until Fred’s words hit him deep one time.

He would always make sure to hold your hand and buy you a couple treats at Honeydukes. He knew all of your favourite candies by now.

If it was cold, he would lend you his scarf and hold your hand inside his coat pocket. He rarely would leave your side for anything.

Everytime your hand was in his, his heart would skip a beat. Or if you weren’t beside him, he found himself longing for your presence.

Fred would make fun of him endlessly, but lovingly, for how whipped he was for you.

He would often sneak into your dorm/common room late at night and pester you to cast the ferret spell again, and have you run around with him in your pine marten form. He loved roaming the halls with you as a little animal. You wouldn’t get caught near as much unless McGonagall was roaming for some reason. It was much easier to hide away from authority.

It was one fateful night, you both scurried your way up to the astronomy tower in your animal forms. Once you reached the top, you transformed back into your human form, and undid the ferret spell on George. You were both panting heavily, large grins spread across your faces, as Mrs. Norris had almost caught the two of you.

George stared into your eyes, admiring the starlight that reflected so beautifully in them. He could never get enough of your beauty. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat and summoned the courage to speak. “Y/n, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a little while now,” he began, a little shaky, but full of sincerity.

You looked towards him, a blush rising to your ears already, “What is it, Georgie?” He smiled at the use of his nickname from you.

He grasped both of your hands, intertwining both of yours and his fingers together. “Well, ever since I’ve gotten to know you from our project, I’ve really come to appreciate and admire your brilliance, scheming, creativity, and the special feelings of the moments we spend together.” He confessed, a blush now covering his face.

“Oh really now?” A large smile grew on your face as you brought one of your hands up to softly caress the side of his face and into his hair. As if to urge him to continue.

“I-I’ve realised that my feelings for you are more than just friends. I really want to be something more than just good ol’ pals, y’know? You just, light up my whole world, brighten every day!” He paused as he was getting really excited. “I’ve fallen for you Y/n, and I cannot get up. I would really love for you, if you would take me as your boyfriend?” His face almost matched his hair colour. He was bright red, his heart was pounding twice as fast, waiting for your reply.

“Oh, Georgie, of course I would!” Your voice responded, full of love and tenderness. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear something like that from you. Your humour and kindness, how you see me for who I really am, it’s been amazing getting to spend time with you. So of course! As long as you’ll have me as your girlfriend!” You both laughed. He picked you up into a hug and spun you around.

When he set you back down, you stayed in each other’s warm embrace for a while. Breathing in each other’s scents, you both appreciated the peacefulness and love that surrounded your atmosphere now.

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End a/n: I really hope this last one made sense xD. I lost my mind a little trying to write it out. Hope you enjoyed!

#nicosnwrites #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #george weasley #george weasly x reader #george weasley x y/n #weasley twins #hp headcanon

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mycenalucentipes · 10 months

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Do you take requests? ❤

Hmm, I think I could do a request! Depends on what it is!

As far as I know, I won't do anything that includes emeto or heavy gore descriptions, but it all depends on the request!

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At a curiosity, what harry Potter characters do you write for?

Well um, as of now, I suppose,

Draco Malfoy

Severus Snape

Remus Lupin (Marauder era)

Fred / George Weasely

#nicosnasnwers

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Panicked Confession

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Pansy Parkinson has been picking on you ever since she found out about your troubles and little crush on Draco Malfoy. Pansy’s bullying wasn’t even the worst of your problems though. Life is just… You’re distraught. Everything feels wrong. You feel wrong. Something isn’t right and you don’t have anyone to turn to for help. It’s all too much. You just want to collapse.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, bullying, breakdown, cursing, panic attack, su!c!dal thoughts, one minor mention of blood

Word count: ~2.3k

a/n: Fluff at the end! I love Draco so much. Maybe I'm self projecting onto Y/n, but I too, would love to be hugged by Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts lol

It was during dinner that Pansy fucking Parkinson decided that you would be her victim tonight. Somehow, she found out about all of your insecurities and your teeny tiny crush on the Slytherin Prince. Pansy was not about to let another girl try and “steal him away” from her. Though he wasn’t Pansy’s. He wasn’t owned by anyone. That’s just ridiculous.

Weeks prior to the abuse, at the beginning of the term, you and Draco got paired up (Much to Malfoy’s dismay) for potions and then for an essay in transfiguration. Although arrogant and snobbish at first, you somehow managed to get Draco to warm up to you. Perhaps the kind little smiles and waves you gave him as you entered or exited the classroom. You didn’t show fear when he approached, nor an undying love for him. You treated him like a normal person and were quite competent at your work.

Which is how you somehow ended up here.

“You useless little, filthy, half-blood bitch! Why are you still here? Hm? Why show your face, you’re such a disgrace to the wizarding world!” She spat at you while leaning over your shaking figure on the ground. Pansy and a couple other Slytherin girls decided to drag you into the bathroom during dinner. “He’ll never love you. You’re a fucking Hufflepuff of all houses. He won’t even glance in your direction!” They screamed and cackled in your face.

They pushed you over, tore your robes, pulled your hair, and kicked you to and on the ground. Believe it or not, Pansy and her friend’s bullying wasn’t the main cause of your worries. You could care less about them in all honesty, but this semester has been rough. Your mind was letting their words get the better of you.

Recently, you really were beginning to believe you were just a good for nothing waste of space. You should just squash your silly little crush like a bug, right? Kill it. Before it consumed you further. It was this night, where you truly believed their words. That you never stood a chance in gaining Draco’s love and affection. You wanted to escape reality. You wanted nothing more than to finally escape school and home life.

After they thoroughly beat you down, they left you to your own despair on the cold, hard bathroom floor. You needed an escape from reality tonight. Your mind was getting worse, growing weak, why couldn’t you handle it anymore? You took off running. Not back to dinner in the Great Hall, but to the highest place where you could escape the chatter, murmurs, gossip, insults, all of it.

You clumsily ran up the stairs. To the top of the Astronomy Tower, that was where you were headed. Everything was crumbling inside of you. You’ve tried so hard, yet nothing seems to be working out in your mind. Your mind was falling into a hole that you weren’t sure you could climb out of. So deep, so far away.

Sure, you looked okay from the outside. Nothing was actually falling apart on the outside, maybe except your appearance. But your grades were good, professors liked you, you had a few good friends, maybe your family wasn’t all that perfect, but they weren’t physically abusive. Even if things hadn’t started so great, they were ending up alright. So why were you so broken still? Was it the past years of trauma that you’ve hid from? You couldn’t figure it out. Everything was too much, you couldn’t breathe.

Reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower, breathing erratic, you flung yourself to the railing. Not to jump over, no. Just to hold onto something tight, to try and gain a sense of reality back. Your whole body was wracked with shivers and the occasional sob that you tried to hold back. It was growing difficult to contain any semblance of sanity that might’ve been left in your panic stricken mind. Was the world caving in? Or was it your conscience?

Your thoughts were a cacophony of anxiety, they clashed and clamored around the inside of your skull. They’ve longed to break out and be free. But you were scared to let them out and be seen, to be heard. You didn’t want to be vulnerable or “attention-seeking”. So, what could you do, other than just bottle it up? Tonight though, you shouted. You shouted over the edge of the railing at the top of your lungs until your voice was hoarse.

Tears spilled over the edge of your eyes as you kept shouting. Some screams were just pure screams, others were just insults to throw into the void. Hiccups here and there from the violent sobs that wracked your trembling frame. It was piercingly cold, but you couldn’t feel anything, just pure numbness.

As your voice ran dry of screams and cries, you sunk to the ground. Bringing your knees to your chest, you kept sobbing. Unable to hear any outside sounds from the static in your ears that buzzed so intensely, you never heard Draco approaching you.

Draco thought it was a little odd that Pansy and some other Slytherin girls took you out of the Great Hall. He was pretty sure he saw them drag you out, but maybe that was his mind exaggerating. He somehow grew a soft spot for the little Hufflepuff girl. Draco didn’t understand how you did it, but all he knew was that he cared for you and liked you. A lot.

After thirty minutes had passed and you still had not re-entered, but Pansy and her friends did, he grew slightly worried. They looked smug, too smug to be innocent. He had to go find you, as this was not like you to just leave your plate untouched, or so he thought. Draco stood up abruptly from the table, his silverware clattered from the sudden movement.

“Oh, Dracy~ Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Pansy tugged at his sleeve with a doe-like look.

“Buzz off Parkinson. This doesn’t concern you– Or maybe it does?” Draco yanked his arm back and out of Pansy’s grasp. He shot her a sharp glare and snarled out, “Do you have any idea what might’ve happened to Y/n?” A look of fright flashed over Pansy’s features. She did her best to play innocent, but that one second of fear was enough for Draco to understand.

“I have no idea where that filthy little Hufflepuff could have gone. Why would I care? Why do you care? She’s not worth your time! She’s a bloody Hufflepuff!” Pansy shot back, desperation in her voice as she tried to convince Draco to stay.

“Parkinson, just leave her alone! You have no right to meddle in my business and relationships! Don’t you or anyone else ever lay a fucking hand on her again.” Draco growled back. He stormed out of the hall in a hurry, not caring that Pansy was calling for him, or that other students were starting to stare. He had to make sure you were okay.

He burst into the girls restrooms, not caring that he wasn’t a girl. All that he was able to find in there were scraps of your papers from your bag on the ground and a few specks of blood here and there. Draco huffed in frustration, then quickly left the bathrooms. He wasn’t quite sure where to start looking for you, this school was huge! He’d never known you to be in distress or anything more than anxious for an exam. You never showed him any signs of this happening. He opted to just start walking, he would cover more ground than just standing around.

The Astronomy Tower. That was his first choice, he figured that might be the best option. He would occasionally visit the peaceful place in the late hours of the night to clear his mind. As he ascended the stairs he could hear strangled, painful sobs. He knew it was you. His pace quickened and he was soon bounding up the stairs to rush to your side.

Once he reached the top, his eyes flicked around, looking for you. It didn’t take long until his gaze landed on you by the railing, huddled up to your knees, rocking back and forth. Draco cautiously approached you, not wanting to spook you. Slowly, he knelt down beside you, one knee touching the ground, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n?” He started out, his voice gentle and full of concern. Your eyes shot up to him, panic swimming in them. His heart clenched at the sight of your frightened form. You saw his lips moving, but could not hear a single thing coming out of them.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Can you speak to me?” His worry grew as you weren’t responding to him. Only looking into his eyes with tears pouring from yours. “You’ll be okay. It’s alright, Y/n. I’m here for you…” He kept whispering out sweet little reassurances. Eventually your hearing came back to reality, however your breathing was still erratic as you cried.

“Y/n,” Draco’s voice slightly wavered with concern, “can I hug you? Is that okay?” His words, soft and comforting, offered deep compassion for you. He understood that it was difficult for you to communicate in this state. Still overwhelmed, you mustered a small nod. Quickly upon watching your answer, he drew you into a tight embrace. You felt the warmth radiating off of him that shielded you from the harsh winds of the cold night. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the steady sound of his heartbeat.

“Follow my breathing if you can.” He whispered sweetly, while rubbing small circles into your back. Gradually, you were able to follow along, calming your breathing and senses down. Though the tears still fell thickly from your eyes, the hysteria was gone. Eventually you found your voice.

“D-Draco, w-why are you up here?” Your voice was rough from tonight, cracking part way through your question. Your body was still shaking, but less so than before.

“I was worried about you when you didn’t come back to dinner,” He sighed with worry laced in his voice. “I saw Parkinson and her friends saunter back in, but you weren’t there.” He continued to explain what happened between him and Pansy. His voice grew angrier and tenser with each sentence. He was breathing heavily when he finished explaining how he found you.

You froze for a couple seconds, then snaked your arms around his waist, hugging him back. “Thank you, Draco.” You said with a small voice, “I-I’m sorry you had to see me like this. Everything became too much for me, and I– I just–...” Draco calmly shushed you as you struggled for words, one of his hands now stroking the back of your head.

“It’s okay, Y/n.”

“Thank you again, I just love you so much, I–” You paused, realizing what you just said. Flustered, you pushed yourself back a couple feet from his hold, looking anywhere but him. He stumbled back off his knees a bit, now sitting on his bum, looking flustered as well. Not quite as flustered, but blushing red nonetheless.

“Y-you love me as well?” He asked, voice quiet, needing confirmation that he heard you correctly.

“Umm, yes. I-I do quite fancy you, Draco. It’s okay if you don’t, I– Wait did you say ‘as well’?” No it was your turn to stare in shock, thinking about what he just asked. “Since when?”

“Since we had to write that transfiguration essay together.” He confessed, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “I only recently came to terms with my feelings a couple weeks ago though.” You beamed at him, blushing even harder. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t the worst night ever anymore. Just a tad embarrassing to be confessing like this after having a full blown mental breakdown and panic attack in front of him. Not quite how you thought this confession would turn out. You actually had planned to just take this crush with you to your grave, not wanting to ruin the friendship you had grown with him.

“I-I’ll confess, I’ve liked you ever since we were paired up in potions at the start of the term.” You chuckled at the memories of him huffing and pouting at the fact that he had to work with a Hufflepuff.

“Hmm, I’m sorry I was so rude to you back then. You had done nothing wrong. Just merely been a Hufflepuff.” He teased at the end, earning him a small punch to the arm. He feigned offense and hurt at your playful act. “I’m so hurt haha.”

“As if!” You let out a genuine laugh and it was like music to his ears. You shuffled closer to him again, sitting between his legs, facing him directly. Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes, mesmerized and gaining a new understanding for each. Slowly leaning closer, Draco delicately placed his lips onto yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you reciprocated the action, leaning into a deeper kiss. Is this what bliss and heaven were like? You were sure you reached your utopia. Butterflies danced in your stomach and you truly felt sparks flying. After holding the kiss for a little while, you both pulled apart for air.

Slightly panting and still staring deeply into his soul, you sat against him, your back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” This time he sighed with content, “Don’t let Parkinson or her entourage tell you anything different. I’ll personally make sure of it.” You laughed at this then sighed with comfort as well.

“Oh, but of course. You’ll protect me, my knight in shining armor!” You joked lightly, playing with his hands that lay in your lap. It felt so right, how your hands fit into his larger ones. “Can we stay up here just a bit longer? Just, hold me, please?”

“Of course we can. I would love nothing more.” His voice hummed in your ears. So deep and calming in the cold and windy night. “Just the two of us.”

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