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infinit-world · 1 year

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Golden Wings

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X Reader

Word count: 2.34k

Summary: You're a new student at Nevermore. What happens when you get involved with Wednesday's stalker mistery?

Hello. First time writing for Wednesday so she's probably OOC here. Like always, if you see a mistake, please let me know.

A/N I have used the look of the Dark Faes of Maleficent 2 for the story (Picture here) The story happens after season 1 of Wednesday. Everything happened the same except Weems death.

You welcome the cold feeling of the stones in your wings. You’re facing the quad, your back pressed to the wall as much as you can, trying to avoid contact with other students. It’s the first day of the semester at Nevermore, and your first year here. After the defeat of Crackstone, the school got a bigger reputation among the outcast, making it more crowded than before. You feel the looks that some students give you, whispering among themselves. You can’t blame them, it’s not every day that they see a Fae between them.

Your kind tends to stay reclusive, just interacting with yourselves. It’s been like this for a while. You’re one of the oldest types of outcasts that exists, and one of the most dangered. Your ancestors were persecuted before the others, being an easy target because of your appearance. Your wings and horns always made normies uncomfortable, and your powers on the elements caused fear. They would call you Demons, using that pathetic excuse to kill you all.

Nowadays, just a few of you survive, living in small packs. In the north, the Tundra Fae, white-winged humans that can control the weather. In the south, the Desert and the Jungle Fae. They both can speak with animals but their appearance is different. While the Desert have light brown and black feathers, the Jungle Fae have very colourful ones. In the west, the Forest Fae, the smallest pack. Their wings tend to be dark brown and they can control plants.

You’re a bit different though, your parents were a Forest and a Desert Faes, so your wings and powers are mixed. Your feathers are different tonalities of brown. From a very dark one, to an almost sand-like colour that when hit by sunlight becomes golden, and your horns are tall and twisted, like black tree roots.

You listen to director Weems’ speech, welcoming all the new students, before grabbing your class schedule and your dorm key from a teacher. Ophelia Hall, room 45, tells you before going away. You look everywhere, trying to find the way to your room. You ask for directions in the main hall, but it’s packed with noisy students making it impossible for you to understand them.

You wander a little bit, trying to find the way on your own, when a student stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Enid! You look like a lost puppy. Need help finding your dorm?” A tall blonde asks you. She has a bright smile on her face, jumping on her toes from excitement. “Yes please.” She starts walking to your dorm, you by her side. “OMG. I’m sooo excited for this year! You’re a Fae right? I’ve never met one before! How come you’re here? Not that I don’t want you here is just that I’m curious. You are a quiet one, aren’t you? Sorry, I know I can be a little overwhelming, my roommate always tells me I talk too much.” She says without breathing, giving you an apologetic smile. You have yet to speak, looking at her with widened eyes.

You arrive at your dorm, opening the door and letting Enid inside. It’s small, with just a single bed, a small closet and a desk. “An individual room. How lucky! I have to go now, I will see you around.” You sigh when the door closes, a little bit tired. You unpack your things, happy that you don’t have to share a room with anyone, and decide to rest on your bed for a little before grabbing dinner.

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The next morning, you go to your first class. You sit at the back, not wanting to draw attention. You’re doodling in your notebook when Enid comes to you. “Hi!” “Hi Enid” “I’m happy to see you here! Also, I forgot to ask your name yesterday.” You look at her before telling her your name. She starts rambling about how you are going to have most of the classes together when the professor enters and Enid is forced to go to her table. Just as he was going to introduce himself, a short ravenette girl enters. She mutters an apology before searching for an empty seat. The seat next to yours being the only one free.

You look at her in silence. Her skin is pale, her face dotted with cute freckles around her nose. You can see she has a little bit of dirt on her cheek. Before you can continue gawking at her, she looks at you with a murderous look “What?” “Oh, nothing! You just have a little bit of dirt on your cheek.” You stutter before paying attention to class.

You spend the rest of the class in silence, taking notes and muttering under your breath the answers to the questions. Just before the class ends, the teacher announces you will need to do a group project for the next week. Everyone gets excited and starts to choose their partners. You look around the class, trying to find someone to join.

“Howdy roomie!” “Enid, don’t” The ravenette says with a warning tone. “Oh come on Wednesday! You have to do the project like everyone else.” “I prefer jumping from our balcony than wasting my time working with these poor excuse of humans” “Well if you say so, but I thought you wanted to keep your academic record perfect.” Enid says with a grin. You see how Wednesday slumps for a second, before going back to her stoic pose. “Fine, but I won’t take responsibility for my future actions” “Don’t worry, it’s just me, Yoko and Divina. You can join too if you want” Enid says to you. “Thanks” You give her a little smile before grabbing your backpack and following them out.

You meet Yoko and Divina in your next class. They’re nice, and you think you can become friends easily. They don’t really mind that you don’t talk a lot, so you feel comfortable just hearing them talk and humming from time to time to let them know you’re listening.

They invite you to seat at their table for lunch. After grabbing the food, you go to the quad, seeing that Wednesday and Enid are already seated at the table with other people. “Guys, this is Y/N, she’s a new student. Y/N, these are Bianca, Ajax, Xavier and Eugene.” Divina says before taking a seat. You give them a little wave and a smile. “Can I ask something?” You ask looking at the group. All of them, except Wednesday, look at you and nod “I thought you would sit with your own kind? Don’t get me wrong, is nice to see you interact with others. It’s not like that for us.” “We used to spend most of our time with our own, but after what happened last year, we all became closer.” You nod and start eating, their conversations going to the back of your mind, when Enid’s question grabs your attention.

“Oh, Wednesday! I forgot to ask you before! Where were you this morning? You usually don’t get late for class” “I went to the forest to try and find a clue on the stalker” She says in her usual monotone. Well, that explains the dirt on her cheek, you think before realising what she just said “Wait, what? You have a stalker?” She gives you a deadpan look “Yes” “How can you be so chill about it?” “It’s thrilling actually. The school would be boring without a mystery to solve” Enid grimaces “Wednesday, I think we all had enough mysteries last year. I still think you should tell Weems about it.”

She’s going to retort when Bianca speaks, trying to change the topic. “So Y/N, why you decided to come here?” “Oh well, after the incident with Crackstone, some Faes thought it would be good if we start interacting more with other outcasts, but they’re still afraid of normies. I decided coming here was a good start. I could show them that it’s not that bad.” You answer rubbing your neck. They ask you a few questions about Faes before you all finish your food and go back to class.

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After dinner, you find yourself in the greenhouse again. You’ve been coming here every day for the three weeks you’ve been in Nevermore. You love feeling the power of the plants surrounding you thrumming through your veins, it makes you feel as if you were back home. You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear the door open.

Getting up from the floor, you walk to the entrance, where you see Wednesday with Thing perched on her shoulder. “Wednesday? What are you doing here?” “I need your help in the woods.” You make a confused face. It’s true that during these past weeks, you’ve become close with all of them, especially with the girls (While working on the project, you bonded). But, you and Wednesday haven't had a lot of interactions. You’re both quiet and she’s very reserved, even more so than you, so you thought that if she needed help she would ask Enid or Bianca, not you.

“What happened?” “The stalker is getting more aggressive. They started to threaten the group, including you, and I haven’t been able to find anything about them.” She says with an exasperated tone. This is the most emotion you've seen her express, which lets you know it’s a serious matter. “Ok, what do you need me to do?” “They have been sending me these photos.”

She gives you her phone, where you can see a bunch of photos of her with your friends. The latest one is of her, Enid, Bianca and you returning from Jericho. “It’s from this evening. They had to make it from the forest near the road. Maybe there’s a footprint or something that I can use to track them.” “Have you tried tracking the phone where the messages were sent?” “Of course Y/N. I’m not a rookie. They use a burner phone.” You raise your hands in surrender after seeing her murderous look. “Ok, ok. I was just saying. I will help you, but why me? Why not Enid?”

She walks out, looking back at you “Come on, we don’t have the whole night.” You follow her to the woods in silence, waiting for an answer. “After what happened last year, I’m not taking any chances. I don’t know what is the stalker, and I don’t want to put them in any more danger. You are stronger in nature. If they decide to attack us tonight, I know you can protect yourself.” “So you only chose me because of my powers?” You ask a little upset, feeling like she’s just using you. She sights, stopping before looking at your eyes. “You are extremely intelligent Y/N. I heard you in class, you know all the answers. So no, I haven’t chosen you just because of your powers. Now, can we stop this sentimentalism and focus on our task at hand?” She starts walking again without waiting for an answer.

The rest of the way, you two walk in silence, alert for any suspicious sound. When you arrive at the point where you think the photo was taken, you split to try and find a clue. The ground is uneven and full of rocks, making it hard to walk without tripping over. The rain from these past days makes the rocks slippery, and you almost fall a couple of times before something catches your attention. “Wednesday! I have something.” “In one of the rocks, there are three fine scratches. “Claws. Your stalker is a werewolf.” You say with a little smile. “They probably tripped and used their claws to hold themselves.”

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It’s been a month since that night. You’ve been helping Wednesday as much as you can with the stalker, whether it’s analyzing the photos for any pattern, looking around the school for anyone suspicious or covering her when she decides to leave school. But since that night, you haven’t been able to discover anything else. You just know that they’re a werewolf, and a student at Nevermore.

You two don’t talk that much, preferring to work in a comfortable silence, but spending so much time at her dorm has helped you know a part of her that she usually doesn’t let other people see (like how she interacts with Enid, she’s way softer with her when the door is closed), and you can’t help but start to feel warm when you think about her. Unbeknownst to you, Wednesday’s feeling a similar way. She trusts you completely, which is rare for her. But she knows you wouldn’t cross any boundaries with her. She likes that you give her space when she needs it, and you always try to make her feel comfortable.

You’re in her room when she receives a new message from the stalker. You see how her eyebrows furrow when she reads it. “What is it? It’s another photo?” You ask worried when Wednesday doesn’t say anything. “No, they want me to go to the woods at midnight.” “They told you why?” “They want to make this ‘game’ more interesting. They will leave a clue in there for me.” “Well, I suppose I will meet you in the greenhouse tonight then.” “No. They want me to go alone. If they see someone with me, they won’t leave the clue.” “What? You can’t be serious right now Wednesday. It could be a trap! I’m not letting you go alone.” “I won’t, Thing will follow me. If I’m in danger, he will help me.” You sight, knowing you can’t change her mind. “Fine, but I will be awake in my dorm just in case you need me.”

You go to your dorm after that. You lay on your bed, disconnecting the phone from the charger, and see the screen flash with a new notification.

Unknown 16:30

The bait is ready

You reply quickly before turning it off.

Be careful, Thing will be with her

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x female reader

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blue-howlite · 4 months

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Physical affections

Doom Breaker edition, head canons.

Featuring: Zephyr, Ned, Altair, Ophelia, Lucius, Fade, Dariel.

Warnings: maybe ooc, self indulgence because why not.

Author note: let's hope Blue Deep gets back to health soon! In the meantime, let me offer a self indulgent piece.

Zephyr

At the end of the day, when you two retire to your shared bedroom, he likes spooning. He's the big spoon of course, so he can take advantage of the position to kiss your shoulders and neck.

During the day he likes to steal a kiss now and then when no one is watching. He doesn't care if anyone sees, but he prefers privacy.

But he also likes sneakily caressing you when there are many people around. Like resting a hand on your thigh while you're sitting to talk with the rest of the party members, or briefly touching your hand with his own as you walk. Especially if these things fluster you.

Generally speaking he's not super cuddly, but he likes the feeling of you.

Ned

He can't fall asleep unless you're beside him. He likes having you close, and even if he might not say it out loud, he loves being the little spoon when you two cuddle. Often though he'll turn around so that he's facing you and embrace you.

During the day he's really shy about physical displays of affection in public. Mostly he'll glance your way and smile at you. He might hold your hand if you're close enough and there aren't many people around.

He'll use the stealth bracelet very often to kiss you without being noticed by anyone else. If you feel small kisses on your cheeks but can't see anyone kissing you, it's him.

He isn't clingy, but he really likes being affectionate with you and is kinda cuddly.

Altair

She will demand to be held when going to sleep. She will tug at your shirt until you wrap your arms around her and she can nuzzle her face in your neck. Your presence is reassuring to her, and feeling your love is something that eases her a lot especially after a long day.

During the day she doesn't hide her affections for you, holding your hand every chance she gets. Maybe she doesn't make a show of kissing you in front of others, but she sneaks a peck now and then. Of course with decor and class, she's a princess after all.

When you're walking through a crowd, she likes clinging to your arm. Not because she needs to, she simply likes to do that.

She likes cuddling a lot and will use you as a pillow, 10/10 cuddler.

Ophelia

When going to sleep, she doesn't like to hold or be held; it gives her anxiety to have her movements restrained in any way. But she usually leans her forehead on yours, to have some sort of contact still.

She's not the clingy type during the day either, but she prefers other ways to show affections: sitting next to each other with your knees touching, or fixing one of your accessories that looks a bit crooked, or even linking arms when the situation allows it. She will sneak a little kiss now and then.

In public she doesn't physically cling to you, but she doesn't take her eyes off you. If there's a risk of you getting lost in a crowd, she holds your sleeve and leads you around like a dog.

Not big in cuddling, but her love language is probably acts of service so if you really like cuddling, she might do it for you (she'll enjoy it, it's just not at the top of her favourite activities list).

Lucius

He likes being your pillow. Like just lay your head on his chest, get comfy and sleep, and he'll be happy. Also he can't fall asleep until he's sure you're sleeping.

During the day he's the type to just kiss you all over your face, especially if you haven't seen each other in a while. Any excuse is good to have his hands on you, he can be kinda clingy.

Of course he has to be more mindful of his actions if many people are around, he's still the saint of light, but he usually gets away with holding your hand and a peck on the cheek now and then.

One hell of a cuddler, if it was up to him you'd never leave his side.

Fade

He's got some good days and bad days. On good days, he holds you in his arms as you fall asleep, even nuzzling his face in your neck. On bad days, he prefers to keep his distance... but once you fall asleep, he grabs your hand and leads it to his face. Then he falls asleep as well.

His attachment issues really fuck up the way he perceives and shows affections. Usually he likes embracing you from behind and just resting his head on/against your shoulder. Sometimes though he's like an angry cat that doesn't want to be touched. There's usually a logic behind this: if you're in dangerous territory or if he needs to think about something he'll be a hissing cat, but if you're in a more familiar place or he just wants to relax, he'll be the tamest kitten.

Not a fan of displays in public, but he does stick to your side all the time, even subtly putting an arm around your shoulders if he gets the chance.

His cuddling goes with his mood, he can be a 10/10 or a -10/10 depending on it. Not in a simple "I'm not in the mood" way, he's straight up a jerk.

Dariel

He'll usually try to give you space when you fall asleep, but he always ends up embracing you in his sleep, as he seeks your presence. He gets flustered when he wakes up, but doesn't really move away.

He's discreet with his affections, but not shy. Usually he kisses the back of your hand like a gentleman, but he also likes to kiss your forehead if he thinks you need reassurance.

In public he prefers to hold your hand, especially with many people around. He doesn't see showing your bond as inappropriate most of the time. If he can't hold your hand, he'll try subtle touches like brushing your arm with his or leaning a bit too close.

He likes cuddles, mostly giving as he sees it as the best way to show his affections. He's a bit awkward when receiving them though.

#Doom Breaker #Doom Breaker x reader #reincarnation of the suicidal battle god #reincarnation of the suicidal battle god x reader #Zephyr #zephyr x reader #Ned Strier #ned strier x reader #Altair Justina Cayenne #altair justina cayenne x reader #Ophelia Amleth #ophelia amleth x reader #Lucius Giornetti #lucius giornetti x reader #Fade #fade x reader #Dariel #dariel x reader #I'm sorry if I puppy-fied Dariel but I'm not sorry that's it that's him in my head #I'm also not sorry for the amount of self indulgence of this one because I need the comfort and I'm sure a lot of people could use it too #Let's hope Blue Deep gets better soon #It's sad to see people overworking themselves and getting sick because of something that's supposed to bring joy #I'll make sure to keep the fandom fed until we get some good news because another sad thing is seeing fans dropping because of hiatuses #So let's hold on and wait (probably for like a year but it's fine the art and storyline are worth it)

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marilostfieldblog · 6 months

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(OOC: WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD AND MILD GORE BELOW THE CUT! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from someone's shirt pocket as they kick a door open, they walk in and place their phone on a table. In frame are 4 people, one of them, with black hair and a sweater. Speaks up.]

?: Hello?

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

?: OMG! Heyyyyy!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[Ophelia takes a few steps, moving closer to the others. Her dark curly hair bounces as she bounds over. A very large smile on her face.]

?: Sarah meet Ophelia and Jackass, Jackass and Ophelia meet Sarah.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Motherfucker, at least be creative with it! Sarah, my name is NOT Jackass. I’m Cassius. It’s a displeasure to meet you, and even more so to see Mari again.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

M: At least be nice to Sarah, she hasn't done anything to you dipfuck.

C: … Fine. I actually have something for you, Sarah. Here.

[Cassius reaches into his pocket, and tosses something shiny and golden Sarah’s way.]

S: What is it?

C: Random ass ring I had in my room, didn’t need it. Think of it as a consolation prize for dating Mari.

M: Like you or any of PR would do any bett-

[Sarah smacks Mari on the back of the head before putting on the ring.]

S: Thank you Cassius, I like it! And Mari. Be nice.

C: I’m glad, and yeah, Mari. Be nice.

[Cassius grins and squints at Mari smugly.]

M: All I'm saying is, you can't make fun of my relationship. When Ophelia is seemingly the only person here who knows anything about a good relationship. [Aside.] hell you want to fuck the CEO.

C: I don’t do relationships. I thought I made that clear. Never exactly wanted to. And shut up about the CEO.

M: Then don't make fun of mine. If Ophelia did that at least I might understand.

S: Is Ophelia… A lesbian? You mentioned no one in PR is straight.

O: Hmmm… That’s a good question, why don’t I ask Adelia? [Aside.] ADELIA? AM I A LESBIAN?

?: FUCK YEAH YOU ARE! A GREAT ONE, TOO!

[Voice identified: Adelia.]

O: Well, that settles that!

S: Nice, glad to meet another lesbian here… Glad to meet… Any women not gonna lie.

O: Likewise. Now… are you here to…?

M: No, she's here to make sure I don't go too far. I'm a gal? Non binary version of that? Of my word, I said I'm gonna beat Eden within an inch of her life, I meant that.

[Cassius leans back in his chair, placing his legs on the table. He takes a can of Coke out of his pocket and opens it.]

C: You’ve really gotta start not sticking to your word, especially when you’re in here. I couldn’t care less if you ‘go too far’ to be honest.

O: How many Cokes do you have in your pockets?

C: You’ll never know.

M: Not gonna kill her. Don't feel like dealing with that.

[Cassius pouts, overexaggerating his expression. He takes a sip of his Coke.]

C: Yeah, alright. Have fun, asshole.

M: Trust me. I will, chicken cock.

S: Chicken cock?

M: I'm running out of insults.

O: Usually when that happens to me I call him a sleeper agent. Because–

C: Okay that’s enough Ophelia. Go beat the shit out of Eden.

M: Call her out.

[Mari runs to hide behind a plant.]

C: Eden! There’s a very large ostrich out here that I think you’d like to see!

S: Ostrich?

C: She always talks about killing and eating an ostrich. It’s the best way I could think of to get her out here.

[A red haired woman bursts out of one of the rooms and into frame.]

?: WHERE.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

M: Right here.

[Mari jumps out from behind the plant and punches Eden right in the jaw, knocking her to the ground.]

E: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! THAT IS NOT A DAMN OSTRICH. THAT’S A COWARDLY BITCH! YOU LIAR!

M: Is it really so cowardly when I do this?

[Mari grabs a pen and pokes it in the woman's eye, before punching her three more times and beginning to look for objects.]

S: Let the show begin.

[Eden stands, her jaw is clenched from pain, but despite that, she manages to lunge at Mari, her teeth visible.]

S: LOOK OUT!

[Mari spins around and blasts Eden in the head with a plant pot.]

C: Honestly, Eden! You should have seen that one coming!

[Eden doesn’t respond, instead wildly grabbing for Mari.]

M: Bruh.

[Mari blocks Eden attacks, hitting her in the head with a book.]

M: YOU ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE AT THIS!

E: YOU STABBED ME IN THE EYE! FUCK YOU!

[Eden yanks Mari’s arm and bites them in the neck. She draws back after a few seconds, looking very proud of herself.]

O: Ooh…

S: MARI!

[Mari touches their neck, blood slowly falling from the bite wound. After 5 seconds they stand there looking disappointed.]

M: That's it?

E: Wh–

C: Eden, did you happen to forget to put the venom in your enhancements this morning?

[Eden sputters indignantly.]

E: I– I couldn’t find the– the vials were missing! I think someone took them!

C: [Sarcastically.] Oh gee, wonder who could’ve done that.

[He takes another sip of his Coke, not bothering to look up, held between his fingers are several vials, Eden stares at Cassius, going red.]

E: You–

C: Look out, Eden.

M: My turn bitch.

[Mari bashes Eden over the head with a metal drawer, pulling Eden in before bashing her in the head 5 more times. Judo throwing her to the floor.]

[Eden screeches. She attempts to stand up.]

M: No you fuckin' don't.

[Mari grabs Eden by the head, headbutting her in the nose and mouth. Before starting to smash the file drawer into her head several times on the floor.]

O: That’s gotta sting!

C: Yikes! Eden, are you sure you’re good enough for PR?

M: Shut up. I'm focused.

[Mari throws the now dented drawer, grabbing Eden by the leg and putting said leg in a triangle-like position. Kicking it several times before switching to punching Eden in the face, blood popping into frame several times.]

[Cassius and Ophelia laugh as Eden tries to hit Mari, one of her arms grabs an item off the floor, but instead of hitting Mari with it, she chucks it at Sarah. Ophelia’s arm extends and catches the item, before tossing it back at Eden. It hits her in the head.]

S: Thank you… Um Eden you might regret that-

[Mari stomps the arm Eden used to throw the item multiple times, on the tenth stomp a loud crack is heard causing Eden to scream in pain.]

S: Yep.

E: WHY THAT ARM?!

M: Shut. Up.

[Mari returns to punching Eden in the face, more and more blood visible by the second.]

C: Go for the jaw!

O: No, no! Go for the nose a bit more!

[A door can be heard opening.]

?: Yooooo are we watching someone beat the shit out of Eden? Siiiick.

[Voice identified: Alexander.]

E: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP ME, YOU ASSHOLES!

[The three PR members speak in unison.]

C: Yeah, no.

O: Sorry, I don’t want to.

A: Nuh uh.

[Mari switches to stomping Eden's head, blood seen on both their knuckles.]

O: Careful! Remember that thing about keeping your word?

S: I'll stop them.

[Blood is now visible on Mari's right heel, they return to punching Eden in the face. Tears now streaming down their face.]

M: GO THE FUCK TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

E: [Barely audible.] You– first. Bitch–

M: I WON'T LET YOU HURT SOMEONE… LIKE YOU DID MY MOM!

S: [Whispered.] Fuck-

[Mari lifts their foot up once more, looking to stomp Eden's head in again.]

C: I’m not going to ask.

O: Yup, me neither.

E: What the fuck– are you talking– about?

M: Die.

[Just as Mari goes to deliver what would have been a final blow, Sarah tackles Mari to the ground.]

S: Mari, that isn't your dad! That's Eden, he's not here I promise you!

C: Ooooh, the plot thickens!

S: You got what you wanted? Eden got the shit beaten out of her?

M: Dad… I don't want him alive… LET ME GO!

C: Buddy, that is NOT your father. If I remember correctly, he got his neck snapped via crowbar. That’s Eden.

S: Trauma's a bitch. I'd figure you or anyone here, would know that.

[Cassius blinks, his expression falling slightly, before it goes back to how it was before. He laughs.]

C: Yeah, right.

M: He… I want… Mom…

S: Hey, hey I'm not your mom but I'm right here. It's ok I swear to you, can… One of you hand me some paper towels, or a mop. I'll clean up.

A: Uh, nuh uh! You didn’t do any o’ that. I’ll clean up. Go uh. Hug your partner or whatever. I dunno.

[Alexander scurries away, presumably to grab paper towels.]

S: I… Still need paper towels. For their knuckles, please?

O: I’ll get something for that, don’t worry! I’ll also drag Eden away. I’ll be back in a sec girly!

S: Thank you Ophelia, I appreciate it.

[As Ophelia exits the room, Cassius stands up and walks over to Mari and Sarah.]

C: So.

S: What?

C: How much money do ya want for that?

S: What? You serious?

C: Fuck yeah, Eden’s been a pain in the ass for too long. This’ll put her back in line. Now, how much d’ya want.

[Mari slowly calms down, giving an answer.]

M: O- one… G- grand.

S: Mari what?

C: That cheap?

M: F- five. G- Grand.

[Cassius laughs, sounding eerily non-human. His pitch is either too low or too high.]

C: That’s more like it!

[He grabs a bag from under the table and counts out the amount.]

S: What… What are we even supposed to do with that much money?

C: Hell if I know.

M: F- For one… I w- want to buy… M- mom's house…

S: Mari. That's… You sure?

C: Pfft, yeah. Good luck with that. Should’ve asked for more money if you wanted to do that.

S: Family discount? Pretty sure your aunt or uncle owns the house now right Mari?

M: y- yeah…

C: [Sarcastically.] And I’m sure that being human, they’ll for sure let you take ownership of the house for just five grand.

S: I mean… Mari's mom did only buy it for 3 grand so.

[Cassius blinks, hard. Clearing his throat.]

C: [Quietly.] Jesus Christ.

S: Fixer upper house… It is a beautiful fucking house.

C: I’m sure.

[He looks up, seemingly thinking deeply.]

C: I had something else to fucking tell you, but I forgot what it was…

S: Think?

C: Fuck you–! Wait, I remember. I uh… Hold on.

[Cassius quickly walks over to a desk, opening the drawer, taking something out, and closing it.]

C: Found this a while back. Thought you’d want it.

[He crouches down and hands a piece of white fabric to Mari, it is spotted with blood, seemingly slightly old.]

M: This is… Thank you.

C: Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t.

M: I know… Just. Quit being an asshole all the time, please? I know you might be scared of the… You know strikes but like. Please, you're capable of being… Not an asshole all the time. Look at Ophelia! She's nice.

C: You’re way too trusting.

O: What? I heard my name?

M: I… Yeah maybe, but like…

C: I mean it. You’re too trusting.

[Cassius takes out something shiny and jabs it into Mari’s hand, the blade of a knife can be seen stuck in the floor, and in Mari’s hand.]

M: G- SON OF A BITCH!

S: C- cassius. You.

[Sarah balls her hand up into a fist and punches the floor.]

M: Quit… Being a god damn asshole, am I not… Going through enough right now?

C: No, you aren’t. Nobody ever is. That’s how this world works.

M: I really… Really hope I get to watch you die. How about you fuck another one of your bosses and get killed.

O: CASS! YOU DONE STABBING MARI YET OR DO YOU NEED A MINUTE?

C: I’m done! You ready to go?

O: Hell yeah!

[Ophelia walks out, no paper towels in hand, instead she has a dressy outfit on.]

O: Sorry, hon. Well, I’m not. But… you know. Symbolic apologies. Like what you do!

S: You… I… I thought…

[Sarah looks confused, turning to look at the phone on the table.]

O: You thought what, girl. That I was going to be some sweet woman who does no wrong? Look around you, you’re in the goddamn murder dormitory. This is where Showfalls best liars hang out.

S: Except Eden. She is both a bad liar and a bad killer. But that's besides the point what the actual fuck?

O: If she’s such a bad liar, then why does Rose still call her Evelyn? Just some food for thought. Anyway! It’s time for me to go! Have fun, you two!

M: P- phone… L- light…

[Mari looks directly at the phone, the transcript light shining in their eyes.]

O: Oh, right. Hold on. Let’s see if that new update installed on your phone!

[Ophelia walks up to the phone, grinning.]

O: Block user Nessa Kylie Hoffson.

[User blocked.]

O: There we go, now I’m off the hook.

M: n- no…

[Mari looks down.]

S: THERE'S STILL ROSE! AND KATHERINE! YOU DUMB BITCH!

O: I’m still by the phone, girlie! Block users Rose Henderson and Katherine Romero.

[Users blocked. Sub-users blocked.]

M: S- sarah… p- please… s- shut the fuck up.

C: I may not know a lot about relationships, but that is no way to treat your girlfriend.

O: Because I’m feeling a little nice, here. Have an Advil, hon. It might help.

[Ophelia tosses a small pill towards Mari, before finally turning to leave.]

M: …

S: Mari I…

M: F- fuck you cassius. I… I hope… CEO has… your fuckin' tongue ripped out.

C: I wouldn’t mind that.

O: What.

C: What? Let's go actually. Haha.

[The two leave.]

M: End transcript… Why didn't it work?

[Footsteps can be heard coming down a hallway, Alexander slides into frame, holding paper towels, and regular towels. And a pack of marshmallows. For some reason.]

A: I HAVE THINGS!

M: W- what…

S: I'm guessing you're an asshole. Like the rest of PR?

A: What the fuck, you’re so mean to me all the time. You hates me and you’re so sucks. I bring you towels of every kind and you still bully me. What the fuck.

S: My girlfriend just got stabbed by your boss. Ophelia said you're all liars. So sorry I don't trust you either.

A: Hey, do you want the towels or not.

S: Yes… Please.

[Alexander drops the towels on the floor, the paper towels taking a while to land, as they float to the ground, scattering. He drops into a cross legged sitting position, and leans forward with his chin in his hands.]

S: Yes?

A: Hi!

S: Hello.

A: Are you any good at mario party.

S: Yes actually, why you ask?

A: Cassius is shit at mario party. I wanna play against someone who’ll actually be a challenge to beat.

S: In return will PR leave us the fuck alone?

A: Erm.

S: Alexander please… I'm tired. I'm mad that I'm still in this hellhole. I want to go home. If I play mario party can PR please leave us alone?

[Alexander's playful tone drops, just for a moment.]

A: Sarah. We’re risking a lot by just letting you even be in here. I can’t do jack shit about any of this. None of us can. We don’t have that power.

S: We could help… You don't have to be afraid to ask for help. You could run, escape, get doctors to deal with any showfall issues they caused.

[Alexander leans in and whispers something in Sarah’s ear.]

[Sarah freezes for one moment, before laughing. After 30 seconds she leans in to whisper something in Alexander's ear.]

A: Dude, sonic and mario DEFINITELY kiss so much. What are you even saying right now.

S: Agree to disagree.

M: What the fuck are you two saying…

A: You wouldn’t get it, you’re a nerd. And not awesome.

M: Mario and Sonic do more then kiss, fuck y'all mean?

A: Okay uh. Mayonnaise or whatever your name is, you’re gonna bleed all over my controllers. So you either can’t play or you have to be the red one.

M: Can I end the transcript?

A: Yeah sure, if you don’t want everyone on the internet to see me kicking your ass in mario party!

S: They actually um… Won our high school mario party tournament. Fun fact.

A: Okay? I’m so cool and awesome and not paper-like in the slightest, I will not fly away in the wind. I will win all the rounds and you’ll cry. So hard.

M: You look like a jug of strawberry milk. In like… The worst way.

A: It must be all the poison I drink daily.

M: What the fuck.

A: Builds tolerance. I don’t have to be afraid of drinking things that Cassius hands me on thursdays.

M: You should be DEAD.

A: Yeah, sometimes I overdo it.

S: Wait… Why Thursdays?

A: Poison Thursdays. Scariest day of the week.

M: Anyway. [Aside.] END TRANSCRIPT!

[Transcript manually ended.]

#((ooc) tw suggestive)#((ooc) tw blood and gore)#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

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o5-blackbird · 1 year

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🚢 Just gonna do this for O5-5 for now, mainly because I don't want this to get too long! Haha I can absolutely see O5-5 and Ophelia having a very friendly, platonic but not wholly friendship sort of relationship! I mention not total friendship because y'know O5 and her being anomalous and within custody by technicality (though Ophelia doesn't view herself as a prisoner to anything but her own anomaly) but still! O5-5 would be her favourite and the only non-medical doctor who she'd be willing to take orders from if he gave any! (don't get me started on the sass she gives Kondraki) Why? Well, the biggest reason behind that is that Blackbird listens to her! O5-5 doesn't treat Ophelia with the same sort of disinterest and dismissal as a lot of upper Foundation workers treat her, nor does he pull that 'man, Foundation really sucks, huh? But I'm your friend, you can trust me!' shit either, he just talks and lets her speak and listens and doesn't pull the 'this isn't actually a problem,' thing a ton of staff usually do with her! Some would call it enabling her delusions, but his simple 'you're right, that's not cool,' even if he doesn't actually do anything with the information means the world to her, and she respects it so greatly! Does she think he'll change the world because of what she says? No, would she want that? Also no, she just doesn't want to feel insane, and she doesn't enjoy how quickly so many write her off because of (what she believes) is a brain injury! (she can't grasp that she's truly anomalous, so they use the brain injury story to explain her lack of long-term memory) Now with Kondraki? Similar to Janus, he respects him as a boss of a boss, but he doesn't really respect him; that being said, if O5-5 talked him up in a bar or something? I think they'd get along swell! It's just the O5 title that keeps Kondraki like :/

OOC Answer: Aw, you definitely nailed how Five would likely react to Ophelia! He both loves talking to as well as listening to others. That is honestly somewhat amplified when it comes to humanoid anomalies. The part where you said he likely wouldn’t actually change anything is also very true! I could see him maybe trying to do very small things to try to improve her situation based on whatever she says to him, but he also wouldn’t be going too far out of his way.

The Kondraki part also makes a lot of sense! Kondraki strikes me as the kind of person that Five would try to strike up a conversation with at a site, realize the conversation wasn’t going very well, and would promptly find an excuse to go do something else fkdndkkd.

Additional Note: I feel like Eight (Dogwood) and Kondraki would get along on vibes alone! Dogwood is very well known for masquerading as staff of security of some kind in order to chat with people who are performing well so the bar scene is not very far off fkfjkdkd

#satisfaction brought it back #ooc.post #dcwnthercbbithcle

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fightccr · 1 year

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{ OOC } The fact that Ophelia's main objective isn't about undoing the damage that she caused during her time with the Galactic Federation. Although that is a big part of why she leads the freedom fighters now.

What really is her driving force is revenge, to heal the broken part of herself. That inner child she carries around with her at all times. She wants to heal, to tell that child version of herself "Look at what we're doing now." sort of speak.

I wouldn't even put it past her to have some child-like tendencies because she doesn't remember/never even experienced her childhood. It shows up in the way she makes friends or tries to, that is.

She doesn't follow the proper cues or even know how to form proper relationships. When she finds someone that likes her, she sticks to them because it's all she knows how to do. She's dominant most of the time, but when it comes to making friends, she'd rather let someone else take the lead.

#{ get schwifty. ooc posts }#{ headcanon ; 🌟 }#{ lots of thoughts about Ophelia tonight fsdhjkfds }#{ and new headcanon banner so fdshjkfds }

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iinmortales · 4 years

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I AM GOING TO BE SERIOUS!! I am not going to post any replies until I go to bed tonight. And then, depending on how many things I have in my queue, I may post them all at one time or I might post like 5. BUT NO MORE REPLIES ARE BEING POSTED FROM ME FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS.

#.i also need to make more ben icons and screenshot ophelia #※ ooc ⋮ k80 speaks #.which means watching ophelia

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clarafell · 8 months

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Does your muse have a wish they desperately want to see become true? Look no further— The Devil can grant any wish!

Dare to make a contract?

Like this post for a starter. ♥

#❛ ✧ ┊ ophelia speaks. ooc.#❛ ✧ ┊ can you fight against the curse of this world. starter call.#(please specify your muse)#(movie 4 homu is on my mind)

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nrthnr · 2 years

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sorry for inactivity but also i may make a blog for rhaenyra :’)

#╰ * OOC : speaking ⧽ ophelia .

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withering-red-spider-lily · 4 years

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“If your name just so happens to be Masayshoi Shido, you deserve no mercy tonight.”

She shifts into Madama.

“Especially from us...”

#Sayaka's Persona Speaks #OPHELIA HEED MY CALL #MADAMA BUTTERFLY I CALL THEE #ic?#ooc?#Sayaka is pissed #Mama Joker is pissed #Papa Joker is pissed #Everyone is not gonna have a good night tonight are they?#;_;

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densetsunozerogo · 5 years

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((after a bit of debating, i’m going to make a sideblog for Fukuro, and put Ophelia on here. probably not now, but maybe a few days into 2019! either way, i’m excited about it.))

#((OOC))#((the mun!! he speaks!))#WOASU #walking on a star unknown #honestly im probably gonna work on the side blog theme rn #but probably won't start rping Fukuro till a few days into 2019 #same with Ophelia

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drawlfoy · 3 years

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detention retention finale p.1

masterlist (read parts 1-2 here!) request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no this series is from my original idea however i did take inspo from quite a few people (credited at the bottom of this)

summary: gryffindor y/n is put to the test when she tries to use her detentions with draco malfoy to get close enough for him to share his secret. unfortunately, things are never as simple as they seem. (set in 6th year)

warnings (plz pay attention to these this time): blood, violence, mild gore, mentions of wanting to throw up, you’re just kinda not having a great time during this chapter. also, kinda dark!harry trope here. it is a little ooc, i know, but it was what worked and so i ran with it. also, i play around with the timeline of events that occur in hbp so just expect that

a/n: the long awaited p1 of the finale is here! the second half is almost entirely written save for a few scenes, and i expect to get that out in the next few days (so much less than a week). i really appreciate you all being patient--i wrote and rewrote the potion scene about 3-4 times because it just wasn’t the vibes that i wanted, but i’m semi happy with how it turned out and at this point i’m just gonna go crazy if i keep trying to restructure it so here we go. all the loose ends will b tied up in the last part and y/n is finally gonna catch a break ;) so as always lmk what you think!

word count: 8.7k

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Snape’s stores were much more difficult to crack than she’d expected. She’d managed to steal one ingredient from there once, but back then all she had to do was disengage the multiple jinxes that guarded the door. Since, unfortunately, her slimy old Potions professor appeared to have felt a compulsion to fluff his nest and redecorate. A new painting was hung on the door--one of a large raven with beady, intelligent eyes that followed her as she walked past as inconspicuous as she could, no doubt preparing to fly off into the painting’s grey sky to alert his master. Her father had something similar to this in front of his Gringotts vault. She resolved to speak with him over the break to try and find a way in.

Not like she’d had any chance to execute her plan, anyways. It had been two weeks since Y/N had so much as had a simple interaction with Draco. Every time she tried to talk to him, he turned his attention away from her, offering her a disinterested sniff in response or just outright pretending like he didn’t notice her. Pansy Parkinson seemed to take joy in this development, though she was hardly getting anything on her end save for a few dry looking conversations as Draco’s body angled away from her.

Without the “distraction” of friendship and genuine human connection, Y/N had plenty of time to emotionally free-fall into an internal moral crisis. She supposed that Draco wasn’t expecting her to keep up her end of the deal now, just as her Gryffindor friends had given up on trying to make her useful. Physically, nothing was stopping her from walking right up to McGonagall during one of her detentions and telling her that Draco Malfoy was making an attempt on the headmaster’s life. But was it really worth it? Every time the thought crossed her mind, all she could think about was the way Draco looked when he talked about his mother, the way a shiny film glazed over his eyes and his eyebrows knit together.

She’d made a promise. Too much was at stake. While she had failed her friends, she was at least not going to fail Draco...not when the rest of the world had betrayed him.

Y/N was slowly sifting through thoughts like those when Katie Bell stepped foot into the Great Hall for the first time in a month. Her legs, slightly wobbly from being on bedrest for the better half of November, carried her down the aisle towards the trio of Y/N’s now ex-friends. Her soliloquy was interrupted by the familiar sound of Harry’s voice as he spoke, hushed and rather quickly, to Katie, his hands animated and his frame bent slightly lower so he could speak quietly. It didn’t take much imagination to discern what the topic of their discussion was as their eyes flickered over to the Slytherin table. She managed to hear a few snippets as the wind from the owls blew in and carried it towards her:

“Malfoy--”

“Was it?”

“...remember?”

Katie, lips pressed into a thin line, shook her head. Harry bit his own lip and swung around to look at a blond figure further down the aisle. Draco. He was staring at the meeting, his body entirely frozen while he took it in.

Oh, Draco.

Before either party could say anything, he was already turned around and speeding off outside of the hall. She swallowed; Harry and the rest of her Gryffindor peers were conversing and not casting a single look her way. Taking a deep breath, she got up from her seat, leaving her half eaten toast behind.

It didn’t take long to locate Draco--Myrtle’s bathroom was hardly a minute’s walk away from the Great Hall. He was in the same position she saw him there last, his head hanging over the sink basin while his body heaved.

“Draco,” she called out.

He snapped around, his eyes wild and his hair slightly wet at the tips. It occurred to her that he’d splashed his face with water. “Come around again for a formal Katie Bell confession?”

“No!” she exclaimed. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get herself past the doorway. Not when his wand was raised at her like that. “I wouldn’t do that. I would never do that.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” he snarled. “Do you really expect me to believe anything you say?”

“Please,” said Y/N. “Please let me explain.” Despite the sting of his words, she couldn’t help but feel some degree of relief when she realized that he was finally speaking to her again, finally acknowledging her again.

He let out a huff of disbelief. “This isn’t about you. Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter whether or not you explain. You lied to me. You put my family in danger, me in danger. And for what? A date with Potter?”

“What?” All the air left her lungs as she stared at him. “It was never like that!”

“Save it.” His tone, a bitter blend of vileness and defeat, echoed off the stone of the bathroom floor. Y/N was overwhelmed with the urge to run up to him and just beg him to forgive her, but the fire in his eyes and the angry twist of his mouth told her that that wasn’t an option. Instead, she slowly crept towards him. His eyes blazed as she neared him holding her hands up. “Please, Draco. I’m begging you.”

His composure slipped, his wand shaking slightly in the air while he caught his bottom lip on his teeth and stared at her with a look she couldn’t quite place. She was just about to ask him about it when a pair of footsteps stopped right outside the bathroom.

“I know what you did, Malfoy!” Harry appeared, brandishing his wand and pointing it at him with conviction. “You hexed her, didn’t you? Katie?”

Draco sucked in a wheezy breath, struggling to stand up entirely straight as he held his wand at the ready.

“You’re not even gonna deny it?”

“Let me guess, Y/L/N couldn’t get a confession out of me so you’re here to pick up the slack?” Draco finally snarled. “How cute.”

“Shut up!” roared Harry. She’d never seen him look so furious before. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think I do,” he said menacingly, the usual cool confidence she associated with him slowly reappearing in his demeanor as he twirled his wand around his fingers. Y/N finally let out the breath she was holding as Harry zeroed his focus on her.

“And just what are you doing here?” he hissed. “Hermione was right, huh? You were with him the entire time. I can’t believe I expected anything different from you.”

Despite the fighting nature of the words coming from one of her best friends, she couldn’t help but glance at Draco as confusion briefly rippled through his features.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know that she was being shunned by her friends for not telling them anything.

“I was just checking on him!” she wailed.

Visibly unsatisfied with the answer, Harry just scoffed and aimed his wand at Draco. “You’re going to confess what you did or I’m going to make you regret it.”

Harry wasted no time with firing off the first spell--a weakly cast Stupefy that hardly missed her head as Draco’s Protego ricocheted it in her direction. She yelped as she dodged it, smacking into the side of the stall door and falling on the ground unceremoniously hard. Frantically, she dug through the pockets of her cloak to locate her wand, but she was too late. A flash of light was headed her way.

Instead of it smacking into her chest with the force of a curse, the green light spread around her, creating a shield-like sphere. She met Draco’s eye’s briefly in shock.

He’d cast a protection spell on her. In the middle of a duel that she was hardly formally a part of, he cast a protection spell on her.

“Diffindo!” The puddles from the eternal broken faucet glowed red as Harry parried Draco’s attack. It again went flying in her direction, breaking through the shell of the Fion Duris charm. In a stroke of luck, she rolled out of the way. A light blue flash followed from Draco--a nonverbal.

Finally. Y/N managed to close her hands around her wand, mind racing with thoughts of who she’d disarm first. Her wand had just begun to point towards Harry as the aftershocks of a Levicorpus charm slammed her to the ground once again, her wand bouncing on the cobbled stone once before rolling under the stall door. Y/N swore. “Harry, stop it!”

Harry was clearly losing composure. Despite his magical talent, the speed at which he was rattling off curses compromised his control...and his aim. Draco sent a few Fion Duris and Protego Maxima charms her way, but it still didn’t help when Harry had completely lost it.

Things turned for the worst when his Tergeo actually sliced Y/N--just barely, but enough to draw a significant amount of blood in her wand arm. Even if she wanted to try and find her wand behind the toilets, she wasn’t even sure if she had the strength to fire off anything.

Her cry of pain prompted Draco to immediately turn his attention from Harry, angling his body towards her instead, an indistinguishable expression etched into his face as he took in the bloodstained white sleeve of her arm.

Under normal circumstances, Y/N would’ve swooned at the fact that he willingly forfeited the duel just to check on her. But these weren’t normal circumstances, and Harry’s rage-filled expression and clenched jaw reminded her of this as he reeled his arm back and shouted out, “SECTUMSEMPRA!”

She didn’t think about it. To her credit, there really was no time to think. The cracking crimson light flashing towards Draco’s distracted figure was enough for her to launch herself at him with the intent of knocking them both to the ground--but she was too late, far too late. Glowing red light encased her entire body for a few tense milliseconds before she crumpled to the ground.

The Sectumsempra curse felt like every single nerve ending in her chest was being massaged with a sharp knife. Hot, sticky blood filled her mouth as she blinked, glassy-eyed and dazed, up at the ceiling. Distantly she could hear familiar voices over her body. There was a wet warmth that bloomed on her chest. She managed to glance down at her midsection to see an array of deep, short slashes scattered across her torso.

“Am I okay?” Her voice sounded tinny and funny to her. A pair of light gray eyes came into her vision as she managed another breath. “Draco? Is that you?”

If he leaned closer, she couldn’t tell. His face was beginning to swim in her vision, blending in with the glass ceiling. Finally, a familiar voice, albeit strained and cracking: “You’re okay.”

She felt something shaky brush past her cheek and the coolness of metal rings dance over her skin.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. You’re going to be okay.” He sounded so far away for someone who was leaning right over her. She could see out of the corner of her eye a figure, cloaked in dark robes, raise its wand and recite an unfamiliar incantation. The metallic taste in her mouth began to subside as she felt the warm stickiness of her own blood seep back into her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not entirely sure what she was apologizing for but doing it anyway. She thought she could feel the warmth of someone’s fingers softly cupping her face, but it could’ve been the heat of the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. In that moment, she was overwhelmed with the desire to just be held, to not be lonely. “Please don’t go,” she begged.

The last thing she heard was a tense, “...Okay.” Then everything went black.

Y/N spent the majority of her break obsessing over the last memory she had of Draco--the startled way in which he gazed down at her as she bled out in Myrtle’s bathroom and felt his soft hands brush the hair away from her face. It was almost as if there had never been a problem between the two of them, like he’d forgiven her at that moment, but she knew that wasn’t true. Their last Potions class together had made that very clear. While he, thank Merlin, wasn’t letting Pansy hang off him like he did in 4th year, he still pointedly ignored her even though she had to nearly hobble into class. So why had he looked so worried if he didn’t care? And why, whilst surfing the high of a cocktail of pain potions, did she feel like she remembered someone with light blond hair at her side in the hospital wing?

“And you’re sure your bandages are comfortable?” Her mother interrupted her train of thought,, the plate of ethically-sourced willowbird lying completely untouched in front of her.

“Yes, Mum,” groaned Y/N for what had to be the hundredth time of her Christmas break. “I told you. Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey made me their top priority over the last week of school. They say that I won’t even need them come January.”

Mrs. Y/L/N hummed as she delicately picked through her salad.

“I can’t believe that Potter boy’s nerve,” said Mr. Y/L/N from the foot of the table. “Hexing his own friend like that?”

“Dad, he didn’t even know what it did!”

“Exactly! What kind of person does that?”

“He’s just stressed,” Y/N mused, though she was personally a tad miffed at the fact that she’d been brutalized by someone she once considered her best friend. “And he was a little angry at me. He thinks I’m in cahoots with Death Eaters.”

“Ridiculous.” Mrs. Y/L/N vigorously shook her head. “Anyways, dear, no relation to the previous topic: I ran into Minerva at Wurgie’s the other day while I was shopping for gifts. She told me something very peculiar. Is it true you’ve become friends with the Malfoy boy?”

Y/N paled. Dealing with the backlash of Hermione, Harry, and Ron had been bad enough, but her own parents? Over the winter holidays? “Draco?”

“Yes, unless the Malfoys have another son I’m not aware of.”

“Well…” Y/N searched her mother’s face for any sign of animosity but found nothing but genuine curiosity. “Yes. We both had det--I mean, we were partnered for a class project together in Potions. He seems to have grown up a little.”

Oblivious to the slip up, her mother nodded. “Interesting. I was actually quite close with Narcissa myself back in the day. The Malfoys certainly don’t have a great track record of picking the right side, but we were two quaffles in a case throughout our schooling.”

“You knew Mrs. Malfoy?” asked Y/N, her eyes wide. “I had no idea!”

“Of course, we disagreed on the pureblood values and traditions that should be followed with children,” continued Mrs. Y/L/N, “But despite that, she was always kind. I hope she’s faring well.”

Y/N gulped as an idea slowly began to form in her mind. “Er, Mum, actually...Draco told me some things about...well, his mother.”

Both of her parents perked up.

“So you know how you guys always talk about how the Order owes you a favor for the time you went undercover in the first Wizarding War?” asked Y/N. They both nodded. “Do you think...we could cash that in right about now?”

A month later, Y/N stood in front of the painting that hung on Snape’s door, frowning at the raven that stared right back at her, daring her to try and open the door. In all the excitement of Christmas and explaining to her relatives that she’d nearly been murdered by her ex-best friend in a haunted bathroom, she had completely forgotten to ask her father how to distract a charmed guardian painting, and it’d hardly be beneficial to owl him during a busy work month. It was still completely up to her.

The dungeons sent a certain chill through her bones as she ran through possible plans, prompting her to tuck her hands into her pockets and shiver so hard that she didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching.

“What are you doing down here?” came the snotty, posh voice that she knew belonged to Pansy Parkinson.

“Parkinson,” Y/N greeted, snapping her head up to see that she didn’t come alone. Draco strode next to her, though he wouldn’t look at her directly. “Come for a rematch?”

Parkinson pulled out her wand and scoffed. “Wasn’t planning on it, but if you’re offering…”

“Pansy!” Draco hissed, yanking her away and forward. “We have places to be. Don’t waste your time.”

“But--”

“She almost got killed by Potter, like, yesterday,” he continued in a hushed voice. “Do you really want to make that worse?”

Parkinson sent her one last sour look before she was dragged off by Draco (who still refused to make eye contact with her). Y/N slumped against the wall, wincing as one of her injured spots bumped against a protruding stone. Why was he ignoring her? He’d protected her during the duel. He was even the one who stood over her as she lay crumpled on the floor.

A lump began growing in her throat again as she realized just how lonely she was. With her friends gone, all she had now was...her owl, Edison? Yes, that was it. Edison and Hannah Abbott, who clearly was just letting her sit next to her for meals out of pity. Y/N wished that she had the strength to sit alone and just say fuck it so she wouldn’t have to be the kickstart to a bleeding-heart Hufflepuff’s philanthropy career, but she was already beat down enough as she was. Sitting alone would just seal the deal in her new life as a social reject who dreaded classes where the professors let you choose partners. It was like she was a shy first year again, too nervous to talk to anyone and instead sitting alone at the breakfast table, praying that she’d make friends with someone, anyone, even though she was too afraid to figure out how.

And then came Ron, the sweet ginger boy who she’d met once when she went to a wizarding play with her dad. He’d plopped into the space next to her one day, eyeing the untouched plate of toast in front of her.

“You gonna eat that?” he’d asked. Y/N had just stared, mouth agape that someone was actually talking to her. “Hey, you’re the Y/L/N girl, right? My dad works with yours.”

Without waiting for her reply, he’d just popped the piece of toast in his mouth and continued talking at her as if they were old friends. Before she knew it, she was getting swept up into the social swirl of Harry Potter and his friends, helping them as they made their way through Hogwarts and took on the challenges brought upon them by Voldemort and his cronies. For once in her life, Y/N felt like she actually belonged.

And she’d thrown all of that away.

“Y/N?”

An unfamiliar, dreamy voice sounded from a little further down the dark hall, snapping Y/N out of it. She hadn’t even noticed, but she’d slid down to the ground and tucked herself into a ball. When she touched her face, she felt wetness on her cheeks. The raven in the painting made some kind of weird cackling sound.

“Who’s there?”

A girl in Ravenclaw robes, strange eyeglasses, and shockingly white-blond hair that rivaled Draco’s stepped into sight. Luna Lovegood. She’d seen her a few times--mostly during the Dumbledore’s Army meetings they’d both attended last year--but had never had a private, one-on-one conversation with her beyond the time that Y/N threw a protection charm to protect her from Bellatrix’s Avada Kedavra at the Ministry and she’d thanked her.

“I thought I heard you talking to someone,” said Luna as she settled in next to her, crossing her legs. “Isn’t Snape’s raven lovely?”

“I suppose so,” mused Y/N.

“His name is Marvin,” continued Luna, “and he always listens.”

“Huh?” Y/N balked, giving Luna a funny look. No wonder they call her Loony Lovegood she thought. “It--he can...talk?”

“Oh, yes,” said Luna, apparently not noticing her confusion. “Marvin is quite the conversationalist, to be honest. Snape is a very fortunate wizard to have him in his possession.”

As if to accent her point, Marvin crowed a few times.

“I was actually coming here to have a chat with him about you,” said Luna. “I think it’s terribly unfair how your friends are treating you. I thought that Marvin might know what to do. He always seems to.”

“Luna,” Y/N murmured, not expecting the way that her eyes began to swim with tears. “You...you really think so? I’ve been feeling so awful about what I’ve done…”

If she seemed taken aback by Y/N’s emotional outburst, she didn’t show it in the slightest. “Y/N, you just care about other people. And you know what it’s like to be lonely, so I understand why you didn’t want to leave someone alone when they felt that way, even if it was Malfoy.”

Y/N bit her lip to keep the tears from spilling over.

“My mother had this saying about kindness,” said Luna softly. “She told me that it’s easy to be kind to people you already love. But you can really tell how caring someone is by how they treat those who are different.”

Marvin made a sound that was eerily similar to a jackhammer in the background.

“Thank you,” managed Y/N, letting the girl pull her into a hug. “I...I can’t say that enough. I really needed to hear that.”

“I know,” Luna replied wistfully. “I’m sure your friends will come around, too.”

“I sure hope so.” She swallowed, giving her a small smile as Luna squeezed her hand.

“Marvin is such a funny bird.” Luna shifted onto her feet, creeping towards the painting. “He loves shiny things. Now that I know the spell that weakens the barrier between the natural and painted world, I like to give him things sometimes. If he likes it enough, he’ll fly off to his flock to gloat to his murder for the rest of the day. He’s so proud.”

Something clicked in Y/N’s head. Was this her answer as to how to distract Marvin?

“It’s Transcendere, if you were wondering,” continued Luna, making to walk away. “Just in case you wanted to know. I can’t imagine why you’d need to, though. Anyways, I’m off to meet with Snape over a few questions on the exam. I don’t imagine he’ll be around here for the next hour!”

Before she could even thank her, Luna was already gone and down the hall. Y/N felt her pockets frantically, trying to find one thing that might appeal to the raven. He looked at her expectantly.

Her only piece of jewelry was her family ring, and apart from her obvious personal ties to the object, something told her that giving Snape’s guard bird a concrete identifier as to who broke into his stores would not be wise. So that left….She reached into her pocket, taking out the glittery quill that Draco had gifted her last fall. Giving it one last look and closing her fist around the feather one last time, she thought about how much she wished to go back to the simpler time.

Marvin made a little chirp, snapping her out of her reverie.

“Transcendere.”

The quill poked through the canvas and into the scene, slowly changing so it fit the art style that the painter used to bring the raven to life. He wasted no time snatching it out of her grip, giving an appreciative gargle before he took off, flying away into the grey sky.

She was in. A quick Alohomora charm opened the door, and Y/N made quick work of deactivating the jinxes that guarded the entrance and was happy to see that he hadn’t changed anything else with his security measures. Finding the potion was easy, and before she knew it, she had reset all the security charms, shut the door, and made her way all the way up to the Gryffindor tower with the vial tucked firmly in her pocket.

Getting Draco alone was the hardest part of her plan. Every time she saw him, he was either surrounded by a gaggle of Slytherins or darting off down side corridors that she could never quite locate. Carrying around the vial of stolen potion was getting increasingly stressful, too, especially now that their DADA class with Snape was coming up. He had to have noticed that his stores were broken into at that point, but given that he hadn’t stopped a meal yet to berate the student body on the importance of integrity and “keeping one’s grabby hands to themselves”, Y/N assumed she was somewhat in the clear. On the bright side, Y/N was enjoying mealtime much more now that she was eating with Luna. Her new friend even convinced her to go to the library with her one night to study--something that Y/N was not too familiar with.

They’d left right before the library closed, going their separate ways. Something crossed Y/N’s mind as she realized what day it was--Saturday. Draco always worked on the cabinet on Saturdays, and of course he wasn’t going to bring his friends along with him.

Quietly, she sank down next to the stone wall at the entrance, waiting for Draco to exit. She waited, and waited, and waited. Y/N was just beginning to wonder if Draco had switched his schedule around when the telltale sound of stone bricks scraping against each other snapped her to attention.

Draco looked more frazzled than usual as he stepped out of the newly-constructed entrance, his hands shakily running through his hair and his tie out of place. Y/N felt a sudden pang of guilt at the thought that she was going to add even more stress to his night.

“Draco,” she said, standing up and teetering at the sudden motion.

He started at the sight of her before setting his jaw and turning to continue a walk down in the opposite direction.

“Please,” breathed Y/N, jumping forward to latch onto his wrist. “I need to talk to you.”

He immediately snatched his hand away, his scowl deeping in his features. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, though sheer exhaustion seemed to replace the usual venom in his voice. “If you’re here to apologize, I don’t want to hear it.”

“But--”

“I don’t have time,” he repeated once again, desperation seeping into the edges of his tone. “I don’t have the time to figure out whether or not I can trust you again.”

“Then let me make it easier.” Y/N reached into her pocket, producing the potion vial that had miraculously not been shattered after she’d carried it for so long. Draco arched an eyebrow. “Run a diagnostic spell on it. I want you to know that I’m being completely honest.”

“Y/L/N, I told you, I don’t want--”

“Please, Draco,” she pleaded, holding it out to him. “Just do it for me. If you do it, we’ll be even for what happened in Myrtle’s bathroom. I’ll leave you alone if you tell me to.”

He sucked in a breath, begrudgingly casting the spell. The vial glowed and cast a bright emerald light on his surprised features. “How did you get that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” rushed Y/N. “Just ask me anything. I’ll take it if you want.”

He looked like he was about to leave her in the corridor alone, so she did the only thing she could think of--uncorking the vial and downing it all in one go. It went down like water, hardly feeling like anything. She was surprised. Wasn’t it supposed to feel more compelling?

“Y/N, you are such an idiot sometimes,” he growled, but he turned back to her anyway. “Okay. Fine. Did Granger put you up to talking to me?”

“No. Harry did,” answered Y/N, the words coming spilling out of her mouth without her even thinking. Draco’s briefly softened expression immediately hardened.

“I suppose that answers it then,” he snapped. “I’m not sure what that was supposed to accomplish.”

“Ask me something else!” cried Y/N. “Something you don’t already know the answer to.”

His silence was evidence enough that she was maybe, potentially, possibly getting to him. Something twanged in the pits of her stomach, reminding her of the time that she’d eaten bad fish in Greece and was sick for days, but she cast the thought aside for just a moment as he finally responded.

“This is ridiculous,” he clipped. She waited, turning the empty vial over in her hands. Finally, after a few agonizing moments of silence, his voice sounded again. “Why are your friends mad at you?”

Just as she was about to tell him, the tell-tale sound of footsteps and a cat’s meow echoed down the corridor. Filch. Panic-stricked, Y/N launched herself in the direction of the Room before a hand closed over her forearm and pulled her back.

“That’ll take too long,” Draco whispered, so close to her that she could feel his breath on her neck and had to try not to shudder. Without waiting for her response, he yanked her into the broom closet across the corridor and softly shut the door.

It became fairly apparent that the broom closet was perhaps not the best hiding space for two adults, a fact that Y/N quickly noticed as she realized that the only place she could comfortably place her hands was lightly on top of Draco’s chest. His own hands pressed into the wall on either side of her head as he used it to push himself as far away from her as possible. When her eyes flickered up, she could see in the dim light that he’d shut his eyes. She couldn’t blame him--when she ran the plan through in her head, it rarely ever included getting stuck in a tiny broom closet together, and it never crossed her mind that it could happen before he’d even forgiven her.

“I heard something too, my pretty.” Filch’s voice floated down the corridor as he neared them. She sucked in her breath, intent to hold it. She wished that she could cast a Silencio on the broom closet, but there was no way to be able to do that in such close range. Plus, she was quite preoccupied with the churning in her stomach that was getting significantly worse.

Filch’s steps were getting louder as he called out, “Anyone there?”

“Yes,” Y/N let as a tortured, strangled whine. Realization flickered across Draco’s face as his hand shot out to clamp over her lips. She tried not to focus on how warm and nice his skin felt touching her and instead on the fact that Filch was still walking.

The footsteps finally paused outside of the broom closet. Y/N could feel Draco’s heart racing under her palm. She vaguely registered that her hands had long since curled into fists, clinging onto his shirt.

“Anyone in here?”

“Mmph,” responded Y/N, hardly able to enunciate anything over the death grip Draco had on her face. This only made the lurching in her middle worse, so bad that she felt like she had bile rising in her throat.

“My lovely? What’s that?” A cat’s meow rang out from across the corridor. “Over by the Charms classroom?” Another meow. The sound of quick shuffling would’ve come to Y/N as a relief if she didn’t feel like she was about to puke the entire contents of her stomach up on Draco Malfoy’s hand.

“Thank Merlin.” Draco exhaled. Y/N could feel his shoulders relax under the grip she had on his shirt and took note of the fact that he smelled very strongly of that stupid rich scent in her Amortentia, something that was somewhat difficult when the cramping in her stomach had gotten so bad that she could hardly stand up straight.

Then he let his hand drop.

“They’re mad at me because I didn’t tell them about you.” The words came spilling out so fast and without prompt that Y/N felt like she was out of body, watching someone else speak for her. “I couldn’t ever bring myself to hurt you like that because even though you’ve been mean to me and my friends and I technically have no reason to want to protect you, I still do and it’s just so complicated because I thought I was just being a good person or whatever but honestly now that I think about it f it came down to it I would choose you over anyone else here and that’s scary and ohmygodIcan’tstop--” Y/N managed to suck in a small breath as the magic in her system propelled her forward, barely catching the widened eyes of Draco, “--It’s been so hard being away from you and I understand why you’re angry at me and I’m such a hypocrite for being upset that you were a Death Eater when I didn’t tell you why I started talking to you in the first place but I couldn’t just confess to you when I finally had a reason to spend time with you and I didn’t want to fuck it all up but I did and Draco please help I can’t stop I want to so badly you were never supposed to know all of this I thought that it would just make me tell the truth not everything--”

“I know,” His hand came up one more time, covering her mouth and muffling her voice. Without being able to move her lips, the words died down once again while the waves of nausea and agony hit in their place. Draco’s face had once again adopted that unreadable, somewhat sad expression as he moved his free hand so he could thumb away the tears that were collecting on her cheeks. Her fingers twisted into the soft fabric of his button down as she choked back a sob against his hand. “I know. That was really fucking stupid, even for you. You do know you’re not supposed to take more than an ounce of Veritaserum, right? This is going to take forever to get through your system. You just have to let it run its course. I’m sorry.” The potion was closing in around her throat as she blinked up at him through tear-ridden lashes. “I hear Filch escorting a student to McGonagall. This is our chance to get out.”

Y/N nodded as best as she could without loosening his hold on her, and they were creeping out of the broom closet and slowly making their way down the hall as silently as possible. He was to her right, his left arm slung around her shoulder so he could keep her quiet without sacrificing too much of his balance. He pulled her away from the direction of the Gryffindor dorms.

“Not happening,” he whispered, his lips almost brushing past her ear. He was so close. She shivered. “Filch went that way. Plus, I need to keep an eye on you until you’re back to normal.”

She nodded again. By some miracle, they made it to the Slytherin dorms without much of a hiccup beyond the awkward shuffle down the stairs. “Purity,” muttered Draco, prompting the cobblestones to rearrange themselves into a door. “Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Y/N scoffed behind his hand. The Slytherin common room was, thankfully, entirely empty, but very eerie and cold. She tried to open her mouth to tell him that he’d obviously drawn the short straw when it came to lodging, but when she felt his palm tighten over her lips, she was reminded that that wasn’t an option.

“Here we are,” murmured Draco, his voice still low and careful as he led her to the end of the hall of the boys’ dormitories. Something other than the effects of the Veritaserum she consumed set off the butterflies inside of her once again when she thought about the fact that she was really going to see Draco’s dorm room. His door, black and heavy, was completely unblemished apart from the silver numbers of his room.

Before she could think any further, he turned the knob and spun her so he was looking right down at her. “The less you talk, the longer it’s going to take for you to be normal again. Try not to be too loud, though. I wanted to sleep tonight.” With that, he released her once again.

“You have really nice hands,” she blurted out, immediately clapping her own palm over her mouth again.

“Oh.” An uncharacteristic blush rose in his cheeks.

Squeezing her eyes shut and steeling herself for whatever was about to come out of her mouth next, she let her hand fall. “I--I actually think I can control some of what I say now.” She took one more breath in to check. “Yeah. Thank god. It’s not just...coming out of me anymore.”

“I’m not too surprised,” he said. “You were on quite a roll back there in the broom closet.”

“So, um…” She shuffled her feet. “Are we good now, do you think?”

Draco sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone willingly down two state terrorist interrogation sessions worth of Veritaserum just to apologize to me. So, yeah, I guess. I think you should probably try and get some sleep. Chances are it’ll wear off some by tomorrow morning.” With that, he rested his hands on her shoulders and steered her towards his bed.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, sinking down onto his black silk bedding and meeting his eyes.

He shrugged. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything before you sleep?”

“I’d really like it if you held me until I fell asleep,” Y/N said so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to look away from him. He blanched, his eyebrows raising but his lip quirking up.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought you were going to ask for water or something.”

“Draco, please don’t be mean,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to say it. It just came out. I would like some water, though.”

“Your wish is my command,” he drawled, disappearing into his bathroom before coming out with an empty glass that he cast a quick Aquamenti into. “Go slow. I really don’t want you coughing up water on my sheets.”

“Me neither,” she said between sips. “Merlin knows I’ve embarrassed myself enough already.”

When she finished, she handed it out to him. “Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this. I mean it.”

He snorted on his way to put the glass away. “Of course you do. That’s the beauty of Veritaserum.”

“You’re actually funny sometimes, you know,” she said.

Draco smirked at her again. “Veritaserum. You’re doing wonders for my ego tonight.”

While he was doing whatever he was before getting into bed, Y/N went ahead and slipped under the sheets, rolling over onto her back so she was closest to the wall. She felt the bed slightly dip to her left and a throat clear.

“What is it now?” muttered Y/N.

“You know, it’s really hard for me to do what you asked when you’re on your back like that,” he said.

“What?”

“Like, do you want me to be on top of you or something?”

“What are you even talking about?”

Draco huffed and reached his hands out to grab her shoulders once again, turning her to face him. Before she could register what was happening, she felt his own hands come around under her arms to rest on her back. Her head lay on the swath of skin between his shoulder and his collarbone, and she could feel the quickening of his pulse. “There. Honestly.”

“This is really nice,” Y/N blurted out, physically cringing when she realized that in her position she couldn’t easily cover her mouth.

“Yeah?” She could feel the laugh rattle through his diaphragm.

“Yes.” Y/N huffed. “Stop asking me questions. This isn’t very kind of you.”

He let out another light laugh, his fingers moving to thread through her hair. “Is this okay?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted--” Y/N buried her face into his shoulder, silencing the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “Oh, my god,” she said after she resurfaced. “I think I want to take a vow of silence after this is over.”

Y/N could hear his smile as he offered her a, “What a load of good that thought is doing you now.”

“Please, just knock me unconscious until it all goes away,” she groaned.

“Stop demeaning my work,” he said, mock offense creeping into his tone as he continued to card his fingers through her hair in soothing motions. “What do you think I’m trying to do? If you want me to give you blunt force head trauma, then just say so. Sheesh.”

She sighed dramatically. “At this point, maybe.”

“Seriously, though, are you feeling okay? That was a lot of Veritaserum,” he murmured.

“I’m just feeling mortified right now,” she answered.

“You still need to tell me where you got it.”

“Oh. I stole it. From Snape.”

All at once, Draco dropped his hands and pulled slightly away so he could gape down at her. “You did what now?”

“Yeah,” she said, confusion creeping into her tone. “It really wasn’t that hard, you know. I’ve done it before.”

“When?”

She felt another lurching sensation. All of the questioning was starting to make her stomach turn again. “I was a second-year. Harry had to brew Polyjuice Potion and he needed an ingredient we couldn’t find anywhere else.”

Draco let out a low whistle. “At twelve?”

“Eleven. My birthday hadn’t come around yet.”

“That’s…” He’d shifted so she wasn’t pressed up to him, catching his lip between his teeth as he thought. Y/N hadn’t made much notice of this development as the growing pain in her midsection grew. “That’s quite a lot for a kid.” The way his hair glowed in the soft moonlight made her heart twinge. It looked so soft. Y/N noticed that she’d been staring at him for far too long without saying something when he blinked, planning on opening her mouth to apologize or crack a joke when instead:

“I have the biggest crush on you.” The words left her lips without any prior consent, the consonants and vowels forming before she could even think.

He was completely frozen in place, his expression entirely unreadable.

“Oh, god, and now I’ve ruined it all because I know you said that I didn’t have a chance that one time in detention and you don’t see me like that and I’m pretty sure you’re with Pansy and even if you weren’t I’m not enough for you and I wish I hadn’t taken this stupid potion but I know that I’d do it a hundred times over if it meant that you would trust me--”

Her words stopped abruptly as Draco silenced her--not with his hand, but by placing his lips on hers. The kiss was brief and shy, more of a question in nature than a statement. Her fingers curled around the collar of his shirt as he pulled away, a rather frazzled and deer-in-the-headlights look etched into his features.

She was speechless. Absolutely, completely, irrevocably speechless. Despite the insistent gnawing of the Veritaserum at the lining of her stomach, she could only manage to blink owlishly up at him, mouth agape.

“Are you okay?” His voice was low.

“Ehm…” Her lips refused to move. Draco frowned, dropping his hands from her sides and sitting up straighter. Something impartial washed over his features, turning his expression from hurt to uninterested, like he’d woken up from a pleasant nap and was snapped back to reality. His legs pulled away so no part of her body was touching him.

“I--er, didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “I just wanted to make you quiet again, y’know, before you said anything else you regretted. And I thought that...kissing you would shock your system enough to make you stop talking.”

Her cheeks turned a violent red as she realized the depth of his statement. “So you...don’t see me like that?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair once, took in a deep breath, and dropped his gaze to the comforter. “You should go to sleep. Hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.”

At the very least the potion was beginning to settle in her stomach as Draco’s breathing turned slow over the next hour or so. She didn’t know all too much about the mechanics of Veritaserum, but at this point, she had almost nothing left to confess anyways.

Y/N tore her eyes away from his sleeping form, turning around to face the wall. His bed was soft. And it smelled like him, like the perfect blend of black tea and sage and snobbery that was in her Amortentia. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished to be anywhere but there. When he kissed her, it felt like he wanted her. Yes, of course he was timid, but she’d thought he was just nervous. But what was there for him to be nervous about? She’d already confessed under literal truth serum. He knew how she felt, and he didn’t even say sorry for kissing her and telling her he didn’t mean it like that. He still didn’t want her. Of course he didn’t when Pansy Parkinson in all her obnoxious Slytherin perfection was right fucking there.

She was just beginning to feel sleep tug on the strings of her consciousness as she felt her hair get tucked behind her ear by a warm hand coming around from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s better this way, you’ll see. It wouldn’t be fair if I...if it was different.” Despite his words, he let his fingers brush over his jaw as he moved closer, his shoulder lightly pressing into her back.

At that moment, there were so many things that Y/N wanted to say, ranging from “I am never going to live this moment down because I’m positively lovesick over you” to “I am going to beat you up for kissing me and then telling me it didn’t mean anything after I confessed.” Two schools of thought, neither of them perfectly encapsulating the true essence of her feelings. Her most traitorous thoughts told her to stay still and enjoy the final moments of affection she’d get from Draco, but she’d given into impulse a little too much that night.

He must’ve noticed that her breathing had changed because he suddenly shifted his weight onto his free arm, keeping his hand poised by her neck.

“Please stop touching me.” The words that came out of her mouth sounded much more pathetic than they did in her head, a voice crack finding its way into the final syllables. He jolted away.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“I thought…” He swallowed. “I thought you liked it when I touched you.”

“Yeah, before you told me you didn’t feel the same way,” she mumbled. “I really would appreciate it if you didn’t make me rehash that again. Today has been humiliating enough. I’m not looking to set a record or something here.”

She’d thought that her quip was pretty good, but Draco remained completely humorless. “I’m sorry. That was wrong of me. It was stupid of me to act on impulse like that. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Never meant to--” She stopped in her tracks, instead letting out a sharp huff. “Nevermind. I don’t want a fight right now. I just want to sleep.”

Much to Y/N’s horror, her throat began to tighten up again with the tell-tale coming of tears. The next breath she exhaled was embarrassingly shaky and loud, and the movement that it sparked in Draco was even more mortifying. He made a small sound of sympathy. “C’mere, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know that must’ve hurt you.”

Undecided between feeling pissed and just wanting to forgive him, she slowly sat up and faced him. His arms were out in a motion of invitation, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.” The Veritaserum in her system didn’t care much about her emotional turmoil, much to her horror. Y/N began to turn away, a watery scowl fixed firmly on her face, but Draco’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“If I...wanted to be with you,” he began, his tone careful and clipped, “It would never work. Okay? Trust me when I say it has nothing to do with you. You did nothing wrong.”

“I kind of did.”

“Yeah, well, we both did. But I don’t want you to think that I, er, never thought about it.”

“Oh.” She wasn’t quite sure what the underlying meaning of that was.

“So... “ He motioned again with open arms. “Do you...want to? I’ll play with your hair again until you fall asleep.”

Y/N stared at him, completely astonished. “Why? If you don’t see me like that, then why?”

“I’m not going to sleep tonight anyways,” he said softly. “And I want to help you feel better.”

She opened her mouth with the hopes of a biting retort coming out, but instead she was met with silence. Against her better judgement, she set her clenched her jaw and gave in.

His arms were wrapped around her in an instant as she tentatively settled back into his chest, her hands lightly rested on his shoulders. Despite the humiliating previous events, it didn’t feel awkward, especially when Draco’s long fingers slowly threaded through her locks and brushed past her neck. A small, forbidden sigh of contentment left her lips when he let his touch linger over the back of her neck. His deep, slow breathing and the steady beat of his heart began to lull her to sleep.

The next morning, she was able to lie convincingly enough to Draco, telling him her name wasn’t Y/N Y/L/N and that she was 80 years old. Confident that she wasn’t about to spill all of his secrets to the student body, he told her she was free to go.

“Draco?” she asked poised by his door.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’ll see you much after this? You know, now that we aren’t Potions partners and don’t have detention together anymore?”

He sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe when this is all over, I’ll see you around at pureblood functions or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Y/N tried not to think about the implications of pureblood functions still existing in the future after this. What kind of world did Draco think this would turn into? “But this is probably it, right? The last time I’ll see you like this?”

She didn’t even need to see his nod. She knew. That’s why he offered to play with her hair despite not even liking her--it was his way of apologizing for roping her into this, for tricking her, for shutting her out, for the Sectumsempra curse...for everything. His way of apologizing before they parted ways.

final a/n: ty for reading! first off, congrats to the anons that guessed veritaserum. that shit took me forever to write bc i had such high expectations but it turned out to be quite the challenging scene since i still had to juggle draco’s conflicting emotions/distrust and the fact that i really wanted him to make her feel better fjdkas; i thought i’d mention someone who helped me write this (even tho i don’t think they realized how much they helped lmao)L i’d like to thank my 🌟 anon for giving me some inspiration. i was struggling with the first half of this story in terms of pacing for quite some time but found some help in an ask they sent me mentioning how they related to y/n feeling lonely/would like to see luna and neville mentioned. unfortunately, i haven’t quite been able to fit neville in yet (and i’m not sure if i can without it seeming just like a random extra bit of story that isn’t helpful to the plot), but hearing some affirmation that y/n’s loneliness was something that actually resonated w them really helped. it made me realize that the isolation from her friends/draco didn’t have to just be a logical turn of events for the plot to proceed in a sensical way and instead could be used to explore y/n’s character. i hope you all enjoyed! i promise the stuff w her dad and the order will be cleared up next chapter

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