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blackberryshortcake · 6 months

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Witches’ Wrath

I Can Get to Hell Much Faster Than You pt.2

Part 1

The man I’ve learned to call Sebastian lead me to what assumed was a guest room in this labyrinth that boy called home. Out of a small wardrobe in the corner of the room he produce a dress.

“Put this on. Can’t have you looking like that in front of the young master.”

“Like what?” I glance down at my clothes. Modern in design, black skin tight jeans that belled out at the bottom covering the top of my black boots the kind you’d assume were slippers but were suited for everyday wear, and a simple grey zip up hoodie.

Rather than answering my question he continued on.

“You sure have grown comfortable in your new world. Do all women wear clothing that leaves little to the imagination or has human society simply forgotten proper etiquette.”

I snatch the dress out of his gloved hands. It was simple cream in color something you’d probably see a corpse wearing or in a photo of a long dead relative.

“When did you get all high a mighty.”

The demon who stood before was almost unrecognizable. Bowing to the hand of a boy and playing servant so easily. Corvus has always been, well not necessarily kind but not as viscous or violent as many others of his kind to be. He was proper in nature but now he’s different, posh is the right word I think. What was so special about the boy that he was able to whip this demon into a right and high-class British asshole that stood before you.

The tension in the air was palpable.

“Do you require any assistance in dressing?” He asked almost looked amused.

“No I think i can handle it, thanks”

“Very well I will return in precisely 15 minutes the young master would like to have word with you in his study.” He pull a pocket watch from his waist coat, glanced at it and left.

The dress was uncomfortable and odd something you hadn’t worn the likes of in years and you had hope to keep it that way. After a bit of a struggle and many curses for deaf ears the hellish invention was on and I promptly heard a knock on the door.

“My Lady?”

“I’m not your lady Corvus stop callin me that.”

“My apologies may I come in.”

“Yeah sure whatever.”

His eyes widened slightly they landed on me. He almost looked shocked. Almost.

“So we gonna go see the kid or not.”

“Ah yes, right this way”

He lead me through many halls and turns if I had been any less of a demon I suppose I would have been lost. We come to a stop in front of yet another mahogany door. He knock before opening it a gesturing me inside.

“Sebastian leave us.”

“Yes my lord”

He stood facing the window a fool would think he was deep in thought but I guess I see past that.

It was him who broke the unbearable awkward silence

“Sit” said as though I’m some sort of dog. Like the one he turned Corvus into.

We sat facing each other a large antique desk in between us.

“So tell me how exactly do you know my butler.”

“I’ve known him for a long time”

“I didn’t ask how long you’ve known him I asked how you met him.” The venom in his words would be more intimidating if he wasn’t but a child.

“ I met him in a field of buttercups and forget-me-nots after I was burnt at the stake.”

“I’m sorry?” he was slightly taken aback by my brashness.

“Can I tell you a story? Normally I don’t just go tellin just anyone this story but since you’ve got a friend of mine wrapped around your skrawny finger I figured I’d extend the courtesy.”

“Go on” he was pissed

“The was a girl once in a small village in the new world. Her and her mother settled there, her father had died just about 2 winters prior. And when that girl came of age one of the older men in the town, I think he was percher if I remember right ,took upon himself to marry that girl off since she had no daddy to do it for her. And when that girl refused they labeled her a witch and then tied her up and peraded her around the village. Scorn her and accuse her of frolicking with the devil, But when they tied her to that stake she swore and she cursed them. She burned but never felt it and when she woke she was in a meadow. A man sat atop a rock nearby dark hair bewitching to the foolish and he spoke to her took her under his ebony wing and taught her to fight taught her how to seek revenge on those who wronged that poor girl.” My voice trailed off and I felt a tear hit my hand in my lap.

“So let me guess your that girl.”

“Maybe I am.”

“I suppose I never saw Sebastian as the nurturing type.” Oh how I wanted to punch that smug look off his face.

“You only know what he wants you to know…..You may think you’re in control but he could kill you if he so pleased right his very moment without a second thought. You’re lucky you caught one with some sorta fucked up morals. Demons they’re funny creatures they don’t exist to temp humans as many assume they exist solely for population control. Can’t have to many souls running around in the afterlife now can you.there simply isn’t enough room.”

“Tell me this, what kind of demon are you if you don’t consume souls”

“I make deals. Imma Dream demon. I think some call us masters of the mind. Only a hand full of us exist.”

“There is more like you wandering about.”

“Only a few, only other one I met is Bill and he’s a certified psycho, he was there at the beginning of time and I’m sure he’ll be there at the end. Just consider yourself lucky yah met one that has some sorta humanity left.”

“Humanity that’s a laugh” He seemed to pause for a moment to think before speaking once more. “I’d like to make a deal”

“Yeah and what kinda deal is that”

“I will permit you to stay here in my manor while you figure out your…situation and in return I want you to gather all the information you can on my butler.”

“So you want me to spy on him. Someone I’ve know for just over 300 years. For a boy I met less than two hours ago.”

“Yes” the answer was so nonchalantly I almost believed this little shit.

“How about this I stay here and with Corvus and he helps me with my…situation and in return I’ll protect you and you may have my arsenal of power at your disposal.”

“The power you no longer have” his response was smug almost like he thought he had a checkmate locked and loaded.

“Imma helluva lot stronger than you think”

“Deal”

We both stood and I offer my hand to him engulfed in a souls flame that is ablaze of bright green. The kinda flame that produced no heat but a light that burns just as bright as the stars. He hesitated but reached for my hand. The moment our skin touch I felt it my eyes were white and I could feel and see any and every memory this child ever experienced. I could feel in the moment he feared me. But it was all over just as soon as it had begun. And I was on my way out the door.

“See yah around pip squeak”

The second that heavy mahogany door shut I was grabbed by the throat and slammed into the nearest wall. Corvus was pissed I could feel his breath on my face while I fight to catch my own once more.

“What exactly gives you the right to fill his head with those thoughts.” Anger and malice in every syllable he spoke.

“Did I stick a nerve Sebastian”

His gloved hand around my throat tightens.

“All-all I did was tell him the truth and he wanted to make a deal. Last time I checked that’s not against the rules.” When in the hell did he get so strong.

“Ciel Phantomhive’s soul belongs to me”

That stupid fucking accent of his was really pissing me off

“I don’t want his soul and anyways what the big deal with it anyways? There are plenty of other souls just like his. If I had the power to right now I could leave and come back with 10 just like it and 20 that are even better.”

“That simply isn’t the matter at hand” he’s loosened his grip but he was still impossible close to me.

“Oh it’s not is it. Do you understand how fucking Insane this all is. I saw inside his head when we shook hands and how had i don’t know CPS not been called or some shit. Now don’t get me wrong the modern world I’ve called home is no better but at least someone would say something about all this” gesturing around me. “Not to long ago I finally realized where I had heard the Phantomhive name before I new the boys daddy once upon a time and the fact of the matter is you have what a 14 year old boy running a business and working for the queen like he’s not yah know a child” I may be a demon but I was still once human.

“The young master is quite mature for his age.”

“You and I both know you could have given that kid his revenge a real long time ago and put him out of his misery. Yah know what I think? I think you like it here. I think you berated me for going “soft” but you’re ending up just like me.”

His eyes burned with the fury of a thousand fires, but no response was given.

“Whatever” I push him off me and head down the hall but not before promptly flipping him the bird.

I really need to get outta this dress.

After finally changing back into my clothes I decided it was high time I explored this manor in the process I met May-Rin the maid who was to clumsy for her own good. Finny who was outside in the garden in the process of kill a rosebush with “fertilizer”. Tanaka a small older gentleman who I presume was another butler and last but not least baldroy who was frantically exiting a smoke filled kitchen when what I can only assume was the demon whisky by me to put out said fire.

The “cooks” eyes met mine and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“You lost or something miss”

He had a thick accent the kind you’d figure a chimney sweep or a Mary poppies character would have.

“No, just wandering I suppose”

“We’ll I don’t think Mister Sebastian would like you wandering down here”

That’s when Sebastian’s thick voice cut through the air

“She is perfectly fine where she is. You however have once again ruined a perfectly good meal. Do you care to explain yourself.”

By this time he’d come out of the ashen kitchen to the hallway

“Thought it might cook faster, yah know”

Sebastian sighed and pinched his nose.

“You are responsible for cleaning that mess up I have other matters to attend to” with that he once again checked his pocket watch and briskly walked past me. I’m surprised he didn’t shoulder check me as he did.

He’s different than he was when it last saw him something odd years ago. Not just his looks although I don’t mind the form he has taken now with that pitch black hair and amber eyes. He’s just tall enough to be intimidating but not to tall as to be awkward. He’s simply handsome but his personality is different when we first ran into each other he almost seemed like he cared for me as I believed he did long ago. Now he’s cold, calculating, not vicious or vial as many demons are but his eyes a see of resentment towards me or the world. I do not know.

There however is one thing I know I better clean my act up and get the fuck outta dodge so I never have to see this god forsaken era again. So I never have to see him again.

…continuandum…

Though I’d take a second crack at it. Feel free to give feed back.

Ps here’s Pt.3

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stargazing-enby · 2 years

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Scorpius' Scrapbook

Drarry | 1.2k | General Audiences | Teacher Harry, dad Draco, pining, awkward flirting | read on AO3

Thanks @april-thelightfury115 for betaing! ❤️

When Harry had decided to organise this project with his seven-year-old students, the idea of getting to take a peek into Malfoy’s world had merely been a passing thought—had barely gotten a giggle out of him before the thought left him entirely.

Now, though, as he carefully turned the pages of Scorpius’ colourful, sparkly, and only mildly sticky scrapbook, Harry had no choice but to admit he was overflowing with emotion.

The first images were of Scorpius as a baby—of Scorpius sleeping; of him stretching a hand out to pet a small, brown dog that wagged its tail so fast the picture was blurry, of him beaming so hard his smile dimpled his face. Draco only appeared in a few of them, sometimes alongside Astoria, sometimes alone with his son. And when he did, he was always happy: he was bright, and joyful, and so, so very in love with his son, and Harry found himself smiling alongside this younger version of his former nemesis.

In the following pictures, as Scorpius grew into a tireless toddler and then a small, gleeful kid, Draco still smiled. He smiled as he sat the boy on his shoulders, as he taught him to ride a child’s broom, and as he rode the funfair rides by his side, and it was clear in the way he looked at Scorpius that the boy was his whole world.

Yet he didn’t look happy anymore. His smile reached his eyes when he looked at his son, the both of them sat across whomever had taken the picture on the ferris wheel, but at the end of the looping picture, when Draco looked away from Scorpius and down at the city through the bars, his smile faded just a second too quickly—the brightness in his eyes dwindling and giving way to a tiredness that had Harry’s brow furrowing.

At the ferres weal with Daddy, Scorpius had written underneath the picture.

The tiredness seemed to slowly take hold of Malfoy’s eyes over the next few pictures. Ferst day of skool with Mummy, another picture read, and then the next said Hollidays in Frans with Daddy, and Harry realised Draco and Astoria were never together in the pictures anymore. Looking more closely, he noticed their ring fingers, once adorned with golden bands, were now bare, and Astoria’s own smile, once as radiant as her former husband’s, was now a frail little gesture reserved only for the moments her son looked up at her.

Harry turned the pages, and, after a couple of pictures of Scorp with Goyle’s little girl and on his own, he found an image that had his heart pounding and his breath catching.

In the picture, Scorpius sat on his dad’s shoulders and waved a small rainbow flag in the air. Draco, dressed in a Muggle band T-shirt and what looked like the beginning of tight black jeans, grinned and laughed as he waved at the camera. His eyes crinkled with pure mirth as his son screamed something and bounced on his shoulders, and Harry found himself holding his breath waiting for the loop to start over, waiting to catch the exact moment happiness washed over Draco.

On Draco’s chest, a big pride flag badge glistened under the June sun.

At the Pride Perade with Daddy, Scorpius had written. Underneath, in an attempt at a smaller handwriting, he’d added, Im verry happy when Daddy is hapy.

The scrapbook concluded soon after, with only a couple of pictures from Scorpius’ first few weeks in year two.

Harry’s emotions, though, far from concluding, followed him around the rest of the day, simmering, then bubbling at random times and taking Harry’s breath away.

He’d suspected—hoped—Malfoy liked men since the beginning of the school year. From the first few weeks, he’d noticed a vague, annoying feeling of longing that lingered deep within his chest whenever Draco picked Scorpius up from school and he got to wave them goodbye, and although at first he’d blamed it on his life-long obsession with the git, the truth was those feelings had steadily grown closer to butterflies in the stomach than to mere curiosity and annoyance.

But the confirmation that Draco was gay, alongside the beautiful, captivating, addictive joy he’d found in Draco’s eyes in that one picture at the Pride Parade, had taken Harry completely off-guard, and when he closed his eyes that night he couldn’t help but go over the images in his mind again. He couldn’t help but hug his pillow a little closer to his chest—couldn’t help but think of Draco’s smile, Draco’s eyes; Draco’s soft voice whenever he asked Scorpius how his day had been and his absent-minded wave in Harry’s direction before taking his son’s hand and walking away. As sleep slowly claimed him, he thought of Draco’s lean fingers, and his fitted robes, and the small wave his fringe made above his left eyebrow that always made Harry wonder if he twirled it with a finger when no one was looking.

The next day, when Draco peeked around the classroom door in search of Scorpius, Harry breathed in deeply and walked his way, silently thanking all the kids saying bye to him and keeping him from having to look at Draco till he was already by his side.

“Hey,” he said, feeling giddy and only slightly foolish.

“Hello,” Draco said, a note of mild surprise in his voice.

Scorpius was still tidying up his materials and chatting Rose’s ear off, and Harry watched him instead of Draco when he said, “Scorpius’ scrapbook was very original. I liked it a lot. I’m assuming you helped?”

“Was that not allowed? He told me—”

“No, no—” Harry mentally hexed himself. Repeatedly. “I mean, yes, it was allowed. It’s just—it was funny to imagine Malfoy Manor’s regal dining table covered in glitter and purple glue as you two worked on it. That’s all.”

Mortified by his own words, he glanced in Draco’s direction, half-expecting to find him gaping at Harry like he’d grown Erumpent ears. What he found, though, was amusement, which made Draco’s beautiful grey eyes shine in much the same way they had in some of the scrapbook pictures. Except nothing in those pictures could’ve prepared Harry for the actual sight of those joyful eyes staring right at him.

“We did it in his room, actually,” Draco said, and then he extended a hand to take Scorpius’ ladybird schoolbag and kissed his son on the cheek.

“Oh. Of course.”

Why couldn’t Earth just swallow him already?

Draco’s smile widened—due to Harry’s awkwardness or Scorpius’ presence, Harry didn’t know.

“Are we going to the park, Daddy?” Scorpius asked. “I’m reeeeeally hungry and I really want to go on the swings!”

“We are, darling.” He ruffled his son’s hair. “Bye, Mr Potter,” he added, flashing that dizzying smile back at Harry and almost making him sway on the spot. “It’s been nice chatting with you.”

“Bye, Mr Potter!” Scorpius bellowed, taking his dad’s hand and starting to walk away.

“See you tomorrow,” Harry called back, feeling all kinds of awkward and woozy and dumb.

Draco looked back at him and, with what Harry could swear was a quick wink that was definitely paired with a smirk, he said, “Till tomorrow.”

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