Ron was just being so stupid.

Hermione sniffed, wiping another tear away angrily. All she’d wanted to do was to make a new friend - meeting new people was the entire point of the tournament, no matter what Ron said about ‘fraternizing with the enemy’.

She swallowed one last sob. There was no way she could go back to Viktor now. Not like this. Her night, the first night when she’d felt truly beautiful - was ruined. Thanks to Ronald.

Hermione stood and made her way to the courtyard for a breath of fresh air before heading back to the dormitory. There was a chill in the air, but the twinkling glow of the fairies made the atmosphere warm. Hermione slid down against the wall and sighed as she sat on the ground. It was peaceful out here. Quiet.

“What are you doing out here, Granger?”

If she had not recognized the quiet voice, she would have never guessed who it belonged to. Hermione started in surprise and whirled around, tensing.

“Malfoy.”

He was a few feet down the wall, sitting and staring at the fairies just as Hermione had been. There was a certain kind of beauty in his sharp features as they were illuminated by the creatures’ glow. He stayed silent as she scrutinized him, eyes far away as he gazed into the night sky.

Hermione decided warily that he meant no harm tonight. She relaxed against the wall again and sighed, absently watching the glittering lights. Sure, it was Malfoy. Under normal circumstances, they’d never be caught speaking civilly to each other. But somehow… tonight was different.

“Everything is ruined,” she spoke dully. “It was supposed to be fun. I was so excited - and then Ron…” She swallowed again as the lump in her throat made a reappearance.

Malfoy looked across at her. “Weasley’s got his head up his arse,” he said dryly. “Don’t put too much stock into what he says.”

To her own surprise, Hermione laughed. “You know what? I’m not even going to disagree with you.” She shook her head.

Malfoy chuckled. “What has gotten into you tonight, Granger? Coming out here crying and laughing with me about Weasley’s incompetence? You seem to have lost your mind.” He glanced over at her, eyes guarded but a hint of a real smile starting to lift his lips.

Hermione studied him thoughtfully. Her breath caught as she stared into his silvery eyes, eyes that were looking at her in a way she couldn’t quite define. “You’re right,” she breathed. “I must be out of my mind tonight.”

She stood abruptly, and he watched her in open surprise as she marched over to him and held out her hand. “What are you doing?” He asked in curiosity.

“Dance with me.” Hermione said bluntly. To hell with it all - tonight was special, and she wouldn’t let Ron ruin it for her. And something about the cool night air, the glittering snow, the fairies, Draco Malfoy’s silver eyes and sharp cheekbones… it would all be gone by morning. It would be but a dream, a distant memory secret to all but them. They’d go back to hating each other. Tonight wouldn’t count. It would be like it didn’t exist.

Malfoy’s slender hand grasped hers firmly as he rose from where he sat. The two never broke eye contact as they quietly walked to the center of the courtyard. His warm hand wrapped gently but firmly around her waist, and Hermione shivered at the pleasant feeling.

They didn’t need music. The music of the snow falling, the blanket of peaceful silence that hung over the courtyard as they dipped and twirled and waltzed in the lights was enchanting. His silver eyes never left her as they danced, steps perfectly in sync. Hermione felt herself dancing closer and closer to the boy in front of her, until she could’ve mapped out perfectly the flecks of blue in his eyes.

She spun, dress floating delicately through the night air as she twirled around once, twice, three times before he caught her, dipping her gracefully. Her breath caught as she realized just how close they were, and they stayed there for seconds that felt like hours, lost in each other’s eyes.

She could’ve sworn he leaned in first.

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cw- smutty stuff, free use concept but very much consensual (Rick x reader mostly but all of the boys x reader mentioned too)

note- small blurb that’s totally not proofread, and will probably edit at another time. haven’t written in a few weeks so feeling rusty… feedback is apreciated or just general commentary ofc. have been in a really lovey, gentle, sweet smut mood lately so this is what ur getting sorry. don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reader being a form of escape but… ya. enjoy:)

Been having the filthiest thoughts about being the community free use slut. Everyone using you to relieve some stress. Yes, you read that right; everyone. You’re their perfect little plaything that will never say no. That just gets on her knees and takes it. No matter when or where.

It starts way at the beginning, with Shane and Daryl and Merle. Them taking turns dragging you to their tents, late at night when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes it’s just one of them, but other times they share. Take you at the same time and fill as many holes as they can. Leave you with the faintest blue and purple marks scattered all over your neck for the rest of the group to squint at in the morning. To gossip and whisper about over breakfast. Your berry stained lips and innocent eyes reminding them all of a pretty little doll they seem to treat you like.

And then you get to the prison, where things are tense, and discover that your… well, intimate service are needed more than ever. Acting as the only acceptable vice for the group to take their frustrations out on, in what you would describe as a relatively healthy way. At least considering the alternative. So while Rick is losing his mind and you’re already sharing a cell, he decides to try what a few of his friends have been doing right from the start. Using your pretty mouth as the escape they claim that works so well.

And he’s pleasantly surprised at the fact you’re more than willing. To let him urge you into the cell way before the sun has set. To let him drag you down to his bunk in the middle of the night where he doesn’t waste any time peeling your sleep shorts off in a mess of tangled sheets and blankets. And the whole time he’s with you, your lips burn hot as they trail down his neck and nip at newly sunburnt skin. You kiss him without thinking and your tongue tastes like toothpaste and bad decisions as it traces over his own and your hands seem to know the exact spots that have him pushing his jeans down to his ankles in almost shameful, record breaking time. But he doesn’t seem to mind because most importantly, having you right beneath him in the dim lit concrete cell, means that his mind, even just momentarily, is finally blank. For a few minutes, as long as you keep bringing your lips back to meet his, he has nothing to worry about. No crying newborn baby, no walkers, no fast spreading diseases or quarantines or mysterious unsolved murders. Nothing. Well, except the volume at which your pretty little moans are crawling their way up your chest and taunting your next door cell mates.

It’s when he finally has your legs wrapped around his waist and you’re so fucking warm and holy shit you’re wet, and your hands won’t leave his shoulders and your nails are scratching and raking down his back in the most pleasurable burn he could ever imagine… that, that is when it comes to him. When he finally fucking get’s it.

He understands exactly why every time it came to going on a run or splitting the group up, Daryl was always first to claim you as his partner. Why Shane was so obsessed with fixing some damn watch he found you so you could meet him out behind the barn or on the edge of the woods wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile, not a minute later then midnight. He even understood why Merle was acting uncharacteristically nicer to you than anyone else as he pouted and paced around his cell, begging for all kinds of attention but only really wanting the one. The one that was proving to be completely and irrationally addictive the more Rick thought about it. The more he focused on your skin under his hands and how sweet your voice sounded when you could no longer form a coherent sentence.

While he catches his breath, arms still wrapped around your waist, he can feel your legs trembling on either side of him as your hands continue to cup his face ever so gently. He doesn’t even open his eyes when you lean in to bite his lip and drag it out slowly before peppering sweet, meaningless kisses all down his jaw, neck and shoulders. It’s then, when your touch is making the back of his neck tingle and his breath hitch in his throat that he can’t help but feel like he’s been missing out. A whole year of this that the other guys have been experiencing? It doesn’t really seem fair. Not now that he’s had a taste. Now that he knows exactly why every man you’ve encountered since the world went to shit, has taken such an extreme and undeniable liking to you. Not now that he feels like he has to make up for lost time, pressing his forehead against yours and rocking himself back into you for the second time that night. You don’t object. You just spread your legs even further and pull at the damp curls at the base of his neck, silently urging him to keep on moving.

You don’t mind being used. Not really. It’s what you’re there for. To distract him from the horrors of the world and remind him that there’s still at least one thing worth living for. Even if it’s just a warm body in a shared bottom bunk. You’re there to ensure that the scowl lines on his face soften and his eyes close in pure, unfocused elation while he forces your hips even deeper into the mattress with involuntary moan that escapes your lips.

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Hi! Your Hollow Knight AU has really cheered me up so I wanted to do a little drawing for it! This got me to get my art tablet out after months of not feeling like it so thank you for the inspiration! I hope the colors look good on any monitor that's not mine sdfsdf

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I am so genuinely awestruck at how well you translated this AU to the hollow knight style! Also obsessed with the height difference.

Actually, happy one year anniversary to this exchange in particular:

what shall we do to him? 😌🔥

Enjoying the sunlight

Favored Moon a bit in my recent (non Eclipse) art, so before I leave on my trip have a bit of Sun <3

🌹 dead or alive

"so much to rebuild."

just two friends rebuilding kingdoms together. they might kiss.

hi shep i just do need you to know your rythna art Has made me worse on this day thank you

Just for you <3