#head in my hands. im utterly obsessed with his wings. im obsessed with all of this. holy fucking shit y'all
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#speculation nation#fanny reads trigun#trigun spoilers/#HELP? ME???#face in my hands. i literally gasped when the wing first appeared#i was like 'thats GOTTA be vash right???' but it was like it was acting independently of him#only to be revealed that he was COMPLETELY losing it. nearly did the fucking angel arm shit again b4 crimson nails appeared#legato fucking sucks. rip sax man. zazie is my fav antagonist (nonbinary ICON). elendira is so fucking beautiful#poor fucking meryl getting caught up in all this. she's just an insurance girl and here she was trapped under an angel man#who very nearly set off his arm nuke for the THIRD. TIME.#he really is just a walking atomic bomb. one bad day away from killing another several hundred thousand people#him calling himself a murderer upon remembering what happened in july. that broke my fucking Heart#mr vash the stampede. eternal pacifist who refuses to kill even ppl actively trying to kill him. calling himself a murderer.#head in my hands. im utterly obsessed with his wings. im obsessed with all of this. holy fucking shit y'all#and then it ends with them being Losers once more. sometimes Loser4Loser is watching ur bf nearly set off his atomic bomb arm#and sometimes it's poking fun at one another and helping rebuild a town you were part of the destroying of#geeze. geeeeze. SO fucking much happened. jesus fucking christ#i knew it'd be a lot but i didnt know just how Much it'd be a lot. that tails image is just me rn for REAL
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aud. i'm so obsessed with literally EVERYTHING on your masterlist. ugh chefs kiss af. as for the request: since i haven't seen this trope on your account yet, what about some good ole amnesia? like one day draco gets wiped OUT by a bludger, wakes up, and forgets being in love with the reader. i just know you'd do this justice ILY
Amnesia - d.m
a/n: hiiii anon! tysm for the love you are so kind and i hope i didn't totally butcher this request!!! also im too tired to come up with an original title,, lol enjoy <33
house: slytherin
word count: 1.7k
warnings: just amnesia but idk if that counts, oh and a sorta open ending dont kill me
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You almost fell out of your seat, a cry escaping you as Draco plummeted nearly fifteen meters to the grass below. The astounding crack and thud sent the entire stadium quiet, Madam Hooch and her surrounding professors racing to the unconscious blond.
“Is he…” Pansy breathed, “...alive?”
Concern, etched on both of your faces, felt like a complete understatement compared to how you actually felt about the incident. Grabbing the coat you’d almost left behind, Parkinson followed along as you went straight for the infirmary.
Minutes later she had to slow down, unable to keep up with your running pace. Once she was finally able to catch up, Pansy found you bickering with Madam Pomfrey, begging her to let you inside the hospital wing.
“No you listen,” The matron scowled, “you can visit him tomorrow morning. Mr. Malfoy needs ample time to rest.” She said with finality.
You gave up, irritably walking towards your panting friend while dragging her back in the direction she had just come from. Tears stained your cheeks, but the weeping was gone momentarily, replaced with newfound disdain for Madam Pompfrey.
“She won’t tell me anything.” You complained, pacing in the Slytherin common room. “From what I know they could be embalming him right now!”
“Y/N, I think we both just need to relax right now. I don’t think Draco’s dead,” Pansy reassured you. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
After a long night of restless tossing and turning, you were out of bed the minute the sun rose. Thankfully it was a Saturday, and with no classes to attend you could spend the entire day in the hospital wing. Once you were inside, she would have to drag you out of there herself.
You pulled one of your boyfriend’s sweaters, holding it close to you as the cold morning air nipped your skin. With your best friend at your side, you pushed open the infirmary door, eyes searching for the injured boy.
Madam Pomfrey motioned for you to stay quiet, narrowing in her eyes as she did so.
You found Draco quickly, as he was the only other student in the room. His arm and left leg were bandaged up, his neck in a brace to hold it steady. The mere sight of him made your knees grow heavy, threatening to send you to the ground if you weren’t clutching onto his bed.
Pansy put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, “Hey, look, he’s waking up.” She whispered.
Slowly, his eyes opened, grimacing at the room’s lighting. Draco looked down at his hand entwined with yours, hesitantly recoiling it.
“Pansy? What’s going on?” He asked, his voice raspy.
You were almost taken aback. Never had you been insecure about his friendship with Parkinson, but it was like he didn’t even see you standing beside him. She looked almost uncomfortable, dealt with his awkward inquiry.
“One of the Ravenclaw beaters took you down with a bludger…” She prompted, trying to kickstart his recollection of last night’s quidditch game.
“Oh.” He responded simply.
“Are you serious?” You cut in, “You almost died and that’s the best you can say?”
Draco had finally made eye contact, looking back at you incredulously, “Why are you wearing my sweater?”
“And why is L/N even here?” He asked Pansy, turning away from you.
The matron picked up on the conversation, now concerned herself. “Miss L/N, I think it’s best for you to leave.”
“Of course I’m here, I’m your girlf--”
“I said, I think it’s best for you to leave.” She reiterated.
You were utterly confused, sending Pansy a look of near despair. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Leave. Now.”
After you had begrudgingly left the hospital wing, Pansy stayed behind as requested by Madam Pomfrey. Draco had seemed to recognize his friend, unlike you, who had only befuddled him.
She pulled your friend to the side, beginning to explain Draco’s condition now that you were out of sight. “I’m starting to believe that Mr. Malfoy here has suffered a brain injury after his fall. For how long have he and Miss L/N been together?” She inquired.
“Over a year,” She responded quickly.
Returning to his bedside, Madam Pomfrey began asking Draco a series of questions, trying to pinpoint how far his memory had recoiled. “What year are you in?”
“Fourth, obviously.” He drawled, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“And what was the last thing you remember?” She prodded.
“The goblet of fire,” Draco responded, “bloody Potter managed to cheat the damn thing.” He spat.
Pansy looked at Madam Pomfrey with concern, that had happened two years ago.
“Would anyone care to explain what bludger you’ve been blabbering about? And why has L/N stolen my jumper? Can someone tell me what’s going on!” Draco quickly grew frustrated by the women’s secretive conversations, demanding answers at once.
“Draco,” She began, “you’re a sixth year--and Y/N--she’s your girlfriend.”
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“What do you mean he doesn’t remember me?” You cried out in exasperation.
“He knows who you are,” Pansy explained, “he just has no memory of your relationship. It’s like he’s still a fifteen year old.”
Never had you imagined Draco could forget you so suddenly, so entirely. It was like one of your worst nightmares had sprung to life. “I need to talk to him.” You responded, getting off your bed.
He had been released from the hospital a few hours prior, now on strict bedrest. You knew he’d be in his room, and luckily, you had a key.
Unlocking his bedroom door, you knocked on the oak wood as it slowly creaked open, signalling that someone was there. “Draco?”
He was laying on top of his comforter, nose buried in his journal. Clearly he was trying to piece together the last two years of his life, your life together. You had hoped that something in there could possibly trigger his memory, a hope that would only set you up for disappointment.
“You can come in,” He spoke gruffly, his eyes still trained on the ivory pages littered with his handwriting.
You sat at the edge of his bed, the distance between him and you feeling so foreign. “I write about you a lot.” He almost chuckles, scanning one last entry.
“You really don’t remember?”
He shook his head regretfully, “No, I don’t.” He apologized, “But I really wish I did, honest. From what it looks like, I was seriously in love with you.”
I was, his voice repeated in your head. Who would’ve thought that one sentence could pierce your heart so deeply. “If it helps--” Draco piped up.
“I still fancy you, even now--or back then--I don’t really know how to talk about it.” He rambled, somehow eliciting a small laugh from you.
“Well I’m just happy to hear you confirm it, I’ve always had my suspicions about our timeline.” You smiled softly, the air filled with a bittersweet tension.
“You know, I can come back.” Getting back on your feet, you went for the door, suddenly feeling like an intruder.
Draco held a hand out to stop you, softly closing the journal to his left. “No, don’t go.” He pleaded, “I have so many questions.”
You sighed, tentatively sitting back down a few feet away. He cleared his throat, and by the look on his face Draco was actively trying to pull back a memory, any sort of recollection of you he could muster.
“How did it, you know, happen? Us, I mean.” He asked after a moment.
Fighting a smile, you replied with “Well, you and I both know we had fought since the moment you stepped foot in the common room, it wasn’t just two years ago.”
“How could I forget?”
“At the end of our fifth year you got into a bit of a tussle with Cormac again, something about how you were the only one allowed to bully me.” You laughed, “After that, I had my own personal bodyguard--on the rare occasions you were being decent.”
“People were messing with you? Why?” He asked, suddenly concerned.
“There were a lot of rumors going ‘round back then, most of them about my romantic affairs.” Rolling your eyes, you added “All about you, of course.”
Draco’s fallen smile was back and brighter than before, “Nice to know I’ve always been a nuance.”
“It wasn’t always that way.” You clarified, “We had some really good times, and no one--not even Pansy or Blaise--expected you to be such a romantic.”
He sighed, “I just wish I could remember it. It’s all there, I know it is, but no matter how hard I try the memories stay locked up somewhere.”
You moved closer, placing a hand over his, “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure they’ll come back sooner than later. Besides, I won your heart once, I have full confidence that I can do it again.”
“Did the part where I mentioned my current massive crush on you just fly right over your head?”
“How could I forget?” You mimicked, “I’m just glad you’re okay, Draco, your fall had us all freaked out.”
“Is it weird?” He asked out of the blue, “Talking to me?”
You thought about his question for a moment, as there aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe exactly how it all felt. “It is weird, I suppose. Honestly, if anything I’m scared, scared that your feelings for me won’t be the same after the accident. I have all these memories of the last year with you and the only thing left of them is that journal of yours.”
“Believe me, I’ve read it.” He assured you, “The moment Madam Pomfrey released me I was practically glued to it.” Draco finally pulled you into a hug, the long awaited embrace feeling like a weight being lifted off your chest.
“It's awful to say, but I feel so lucky right now.” He mumbled into your hair, “I’m experiencing you all over again.”
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