#I AM NOT LOSING DOBBY

[jikjinz]

[YOU GOT ME STARIN' LIKE A FOOL!]

requested? yes, for anon! 5, 18, 22 with Dobby pls 😽💕

❝stop staring.❞ ❝i can't, you're so pretty like this❞ ❝i can't help it, darling. i just want you so bad❞ ❝i will make you feel so good angel, trust me❞

from this list !

TAGS/WARNINGS: k.doyoung x fem!reader; kinda dom!reader and kinda sub!doyoung; tying up (doyoung), praise, attempts at dirty talk ig, edging??? grinding, mention of lingerie, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap yo willy or get ready to be stomped on), lmk if something should be added

891 words yall better be ready

a/n: the fact i wrote this in like an hour with few smol breaks only shows how down bad i am for this fool, especially after t5 and move mv. also if there are mistakes yall just pretend that they don't exist. it's liek 1:30am, instead of exist i almost typed axist and i really couldn't have cared less about anything rn. peace out

the view before you was breathtaking. you could stare at it for hours. unfortunately, the main character of the beautiful view was extremely impatient, wiggling and squirming under your stare, too flustered to say anything.

“stop staring!”

“i can’t! you’re so pretty like this.”

doyoung only whimpered at your words, his breath stuck in his throat when you got closer to the bed. dear heavens, he wanted to touch so much.

yes, it was his idea. it was his own mind that came up with such torture for him. wanting to try something new, doyoung suggested tying his hands to the headboard of the bed. it wasn’t the first time you took control over the situation, though it was the first time you could take your time with him, tease him, and enjoy the prettiest view you ever seen.

doyoung liked to be in control, or more like, liked to feel your body, your reactions, in general feeling you. sometimes it was hard for him to believe someone so precious loved him back. the thought of you, being in love with him, always made him go a bit dumb. and the fact that you were real, that you were under him, naked, in his bed just seemed like a fever dream. yet it was all real.

until now, where he could only look at your beautiful body, wrapped up in a cute lingerie, without the ability to touch your skin, to feel the weight of your body in his hands. but the mere sight of your heart eyes stuck on him, your mouth practically salivating at the sight of his naked body, and the way you pressed your thighs together at the slightest whimper he made… it all made him even more dumb.

“you look so- scrumptious right now.”

to say you were in awe would be a major understatement. you could stare at him like that for hours, he was just so- ugh! beautiful, gorgeous, stunning! and all of it only for you! and if you weren’t so needy for him, you probably would just stare at him for a whole day if not more.

sitting on the edge of the bed, you ran your hand through his messy hair, then cupping his face as you placed a loving kiss on his lips. his doe eyes, stuck on you and on you only, looked at you with that dreamy stare, the one you loved to see and the one playing with your heart, pride, and feelings.

“i love you, so- so much,” you started, caressing his biceps lightly as you finally straddled him, your ass so close his length it made him gasp for a sec. “and i want you so, so, so- much as well.”

doyoung was about to lose his mind. he wanted to scream, to break out, to finally fuck you properly, but shit, this stuff you did was addicting. he loved that, but if he had to wait even more, he would go crazy.

“doyoung, you are so impatient!” with a chuckle, you tapped his chest with your fingers as some kind of warning. though in reality, you were about to go insane any minute as well.

“i- i can’t help it, darling. i just- i just want you so bad- ah!”

you were a menace. a big one. doyoung was about to get off only by grinding your plushy ass, and yet you destroyed that!!! as you got up from him, doyoung whined, tears slowly forming in his eyes but when he noticed how hastily you’re taking off the lingerie (thankfully it didn’t have fancy clips), he smiled so brightly, like a sun after rain, reflecting in the puddles and wet leaves.

“i’ll make you feel so good, angel, trust me, but please, please, pleasepleaseplease just-”

the groan he let out at the end of the sentence was so hot your brain malfunctioned. and the fact that you were the cause of this heavenly sound got your mind run laps. so big laps that your pussy clenched around his length on its own, while your mind spiraled down and replayed that beautiful sound.

“fuck- angel you’re so- fuck, fuck! ah, shit-” that was all doyoung could say. his mind fogged with overwhelming pleasure, sudden yet so comforting tightness of your gummy walls had him choke on his words, moans, groans and the most beautiful sounds you ever heard.

you babbled nonsense, as your focus went only to the way his dick felt inside you. bucking your hips, bouncing up and down, it all was so… much.

“doyoung-! doyoung, i’m close, ah- fuck!” you were on fire but something was missing. somehow, the flame missed its match, which in this case was doyoung’s touch and his hand all over your body. as you hips met his half-way, your wobbly and slowly weakening hands clumsily managed to untie his.

the moment he touched you, the moment he touched your heated body, it was over you. as you screamed, moaned, and gushed over his length, doyoung only held you closer. as you chased after the last bits of that blissful moment, his lips managed to clasp with yours, ready to swallow every moan and whimper you made while he made sure to paint and mark your insides with his seed.

“we have to do this more often, darling.”

#fics: treasure #fics: doyoung #treasure doyoung #treasure #treasure smut #doyoung treasure #yg treasure #treasure kpop #kim doyoung #doyoung

[repelomuggletum]

Listen, I’ve always been fascinated by Grindeldore...

First of all: yes, I'm aware that it's not exactly the least problematic ship. It canonically suffers from the "kill your gays" trope, and it's only canon because JKR retconed it and didn't care enough to actually write queer characters in her series (though, quite frankly, I wouldn't trust her to write queer characters at all, considering her incredibly harmful ideology).

However, I love the potential. 

We don't see enough of Grindelwald (in the original HP series, because I am consciously ignoring the fact that the Fantastic Beasts movies exist) to know much about his personality or how he would interact with Dumbledore, but he's canonically very powerful and, because he evidently had a large following, it's likely that he was also charismatic. Dumbledore is also both of these things, wielding enough power to not only defeat Grindelwald but also terrify Voldemort, and being charismatic enough to be a politician and essentially a war leader. Watching two people like that interact would be fascinating, especially in a context where they care for each other without agreeing with each other. The tension would be palpable. 

Still, my favorite thing about the ship isn't really the dynamics -- it's the tragedy. Dumbledore may have been misguided in his youth but he eventually grew to recognize that conquering and subjugating muggles would be bad, actually, and he acted accordingly: he began to dedicate a decent portion of his life to advocating not only for muggles and muggleborns but also other marginalized members of society (eg: letting Remus attend Hogwarts and employing Dobby). Now, I'm not saying that he does it well but, considering the state and prejudices of most of wizarding Britain, his actions seem almost radical. This, combined with him actively working against dark lords and being instrumental in their defeats, paints a pretty clear picture of him, morally speaking.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, was obsessed with power and did horrific things for it, never seeming to learn his lesson. Because of his relegation to the status of a minor character, we don't know that much about him other than the fact that, due to the very nature of the time he was active and what war his conflicts were running parallel to (and the fact that his name seems German, or at least Germanic), the narrative is implying that he's wizard H*tler. Naturally, that doesn't frame him in a good light, morally speaking. He never gets a redemption, either -- I've seen it suggested that Grindelwald intentionally lost his final battle against Dumbledore out of love but there's no actual evidence for that in HP, especially considering how it's mentioned that their final duel was legendary, implying that neither of them held back (and, in any case, losing a fight is not really deserving of redemption) -- though an argument can be made in regards to his final moments. The problem is, we’ll never know for certain whether Grindelwald’s refusal to admit that Dumbledore had the Elder Wand was him honoring what was most definitely Dumbledore’s wishes for the knowledge to be kept secret or if he was still upset that he’d lost ownership of it and he didn’t want anyone else, including Voldemort, to get it.

The bottom line is: Grindelwald and Dumbledore are moral opposites. Any reasonably healthy relationship between them would require a massive shift in personal/moral values (and this is not me saying that people with different values can’t have a happy relationship, but Grindelwald and Dumbledore are two extremes that simply aren’t compatible).

And that’s the tragedy of the whole thing.

Dumbledore is forever haunted by the specter of his relationship with Grindelwald. When Rita Skeeter publishes her biography about him, she talks at length about the summer of 1899, when the two had been lovers and co-conspirators. She mentions how he’d been the one to coin the very phrase that Grindelwald would later use to wreak mass havoc across Europe. There’s no way that someone like Albus Dumbledore, who seemed to prize moral virtue, would ever truly cope with what he’d had a hand in creating.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, was defeated by the very man he’d used to care for and is left imprisoned for fifty years with nothing to do but ponder his actions. Again, we don’t know enough about him to know his thoughts, but -- in the case of someone as ruthless and charismatic as a dark lord -- there was probably rage and betrayal, a sense that someone that used to be his had done this to him. 

To me, Grindeldore is not about how they’d be together but rather how they’re affected by the aftermath. Even separated by several countries and fifty years, they will never be rid of each other. Grindelwald was the one to open Dumbledore’s eyes to the injustices of the world and Dumbledore was the one who ultimately foiled all of Grindelwald’s plans.

Grindeldore, in its purest form, is a tragedy, and I find it absolutely fascinating.

#harry potter #hp #meta #harry potter meta #grindeldore #dumbledore x grindelwald #gellert grindelwald #grindelwald #dumbledore #albus dumbledore #also: fuck jkr #terfs dni <3

[futurequibblerjournalist]

I am nothing if not bitter and you sent me an ask that took me 50 minutes and made me lose sense of reality by the end so here you fucking go my love < 3

🍓 , 🍄, 🔪 , 🍦, 🦴 , 🧩 , 🐝 , ☁️, 🛼

nvfjnbvjgnbjg ah yes, well I sort of deserved it I suppose. Look at you distracting me from reading the pirate fic tsk tsk

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

This is actually so embarrassing urgh,, I had just gotten into Hetalia and I realised there weren't a lot of male reader inserts so I decided to write that,, I think perhaps even earlier than that I might have written some Y/N x One Direction one shots that are floating around somewhere in a One Direction fan group but we'll just pretend this answer and this question doesn't exist jvfnjbngjb

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Uuuuurgh,, I have so many, how am I meant to just pick one???

I like the idea of there being a rumour about rosekiller going around that Barty was caught sucking Evan off in a broom closet and Barty's fully embraced it—in reality all they did was kiss lol

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I recently mentioned the Dr. Miles Nervine medicine thing but other than that I also recently got to look up the sort of hedges and fruit that grows in France

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

I hate two characters, Dobby and Umbridge and since I'm not allowed to say my favourite thing about Dobby was when he met his end I'm left with very little to say. I suppose it's admirable how neither of them ever succumbed to beauty standards. I'm partially amused by Dobby's fashion sense and I suppose one could admire that Umbridge has committed to just being a nasty cunt through and through, it must be tiring to be such a warm turd of a person all the time. That's all you're getting from me, sorry

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Whatever I'm reading at the time! And sometimes even a movie or something (though since I rarely watch those, I rarely get inspiration from that). I also just get very inspired by all the people in this fandom who create things for us all, whether it's writing, artwork, text posts, edits, cosplays, funny videos etc.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Bad grammar or like,, sentences that don't make sense. Even faster if it's both. Or just entire blocks of text, I just can't do it.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Well, well, well, halle-who could that be? Lmaoo just kidding,, my biggest supporter is definitely @orchideous-nox, there's nothing better than yapping with you for hours < 3 You are such an incredibly talented writer and an even lovelier person and as much as I love to tease you, I'm also equally thankful for you < 3

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

I was so new to the fandom and I had no idea about anything other than basic Harry Potter knowledge from way back in the day so I tried coming up with something that made sense lol. I wanted to write fics for the fandom, therefore future journalist and then what's a writing platform in the Harry Potter universe? Well, quibbler sounded more fun with the rest than Daily Prophet lol

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

Since you also know my inspiration I've taken the liberty to be a little funny. 🫣🌊🌅🍑🥵 for my most recent jegulus fic < 3

#ask game #writers ask game

[behindthewox]

Hey there! I saw your recent blog about SEO blogs. I was recently hired to write them on one site and thought my perspective may be useful or even just provide some more insight.

I was offered the role no less than a week after I had quit most of my previous jobs due to stress and lack of motivation. However, the offer didn't really feel like an offer, more like a notice. Like, this is what will happen, let me know if you have questions, versus like, would you be interested in this, kind of thing.

I accepted (mostly cause I didn't feel I had a choice). Now, I am stuck writing 1000 words a week minimum (though ~1500 is most likely) about topics that I quite frankly don't care about. On top of that, I have work from other jobs and other parts of that job to complete.

As someone who writes SEO blogs, we know that they are janky and not the hest quality a lot of the time. We (or at least I) know that what we are spending our precious time, resources and motivation makes very little difference in the short term or even longer. It is really disheartening to know that, especially since it is causing me so much stress and worsening my (already very fragile) mental health.

I hope that this account somewhat helps you with something, though I am not sure what.

Unpaid volunteer work should ALWAYS be a choice. When asking someone to do something for free there should always be a "if you're up for it" or "is this okay with you?".

It's easy to forget and just assume that someone will do something, especially if they've volunteered before, but if you're asking for something for free you shouldn't take anything for granted. If the person doesn't get anything, even appreciation and respect (which is free and easy to give), in return it's not worth their time.

PS! A quick reminder: Anon, you do have a choice. With volunteer work, quitting is always an option and between you and your "employer" they are probably the ones who have the most to lose here. If you're given a metaphorical stinky sock, remember Dobby the house-elf in Harry Potter. Dobby was a free elf. Take care of yourself, anon <3

#wox site #wox #seo #dobby is a free elf

[sk1fanfiction]

Chapter Eight: Speak Your Sorrows (Or Forever Hold Your Peace)

"Penny for your thoughts?"

That was Daphne, peering at him with a slight frown.

"Oh, nothing, just..."

Daphne laughed lightly. "Don't worry about it, Astoria likes to stare off into space as well. Must be a Ravenclaw thing."

"Yeah, something like that."

Anthony's gaze strayed to Ruby again as his brain, accustomed to doing so through years of honing the skill, immediately tuned out the professor's droning voice. She was fiddling with the ends of her hair, her quill long abandoned.

Under her breath, Daphne said, "Does nothing have a name, or am I completely crazy?"

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend?" Anthony bit out, loud enough for the people around them to hear.

Daphne's ears went red. "One, Theodore's not my anything. Two, even if he was, the chances of getting anything of use into his massive head are close to zero. Three, be quiet and at least pretend to take notes, Goldstein. You might have a not-so-illustrious record of losing House points for lack of focus at least once per week, but I have a reputation to uphold."

Dobby has an ominous warning for Harry Potter. Anthony gathers intel. Tee has a heart-to-heart with Salazar Slytherin, but suspects he might not be alone. Read from the beginning at A03/FFN

#instruments of darkness #rfmd #ao3 #fanfic #hp fanfic #wow i really got out of practice doing these teaser intro things #i've had this text photo in my notes for so long it's not funny

[ashesandhackles]

🍒 and 🍐please

I love writing about messy relationships/dynamics (Sirius-Remus, Sirius/Snape). I love ambiguity. I think my drabble about Lee Jordan and Angelina Johnson for Winter Sun fest really captures that interest: Goodnight Lee

With that drabble, I'm not trying to say that Lee is in love with Angelina (he isn't, but he does love Angelina). But sometimes when you are in a shitty place in your life or you are grieving and vulnerable, it may drive you to seek comfort from a friend. And whatever happens then is dependent on the friendship and what it can take - sometimes you can sleep together and the friendship still survives, sometimes it doesn't. Sex and romance often overlap in most people's experiences, but they are different things and don't always have to coincide, and not always the expression of the same thing.

•

As for canon fix-its, I think you know all of the things I would fix about canon. Harry accepting his ownership of Kreacher is something I'd like to think doesn't happen. Give Dobby the revolutionary arc he deserves. He has the political consciousness for it (at least in CoS)! I loved writing him and Parvati in a scene for Thousand Eyes just to drive home colonialism = bad xD

Also #justiceforgoblins. You and I have discussed this already, but apart from imperialist overtones of house elf plotline, we have the iffy framing of goblins - an apparently marginalised group denied freedom by wizards, who are violent in response to their oppression - unlike house elves who apparently "cannot stand up for themselves", but the books say they are magically bound to their master's word.

You pointed out how in Deathly Hallows, Griphook's resentment of wizards not allowing magical creatures to carry a wand is framed as greed, and not oppression. He says that the wizards are preventing them from "extending their powers". So the wizards are not denying them anything but rather the Goblins feel entitled to magic that is by all accounts not theirs . This framing is further validated with narrative going "btw Griphook, not a nice guy".

Griphook can absolutely be a bastard and still be oppressed by wizards. So to quote you, when Ron says "goblins won't share their magic either", Griphook (and the entirety of the goblin race) loses their moral high ground and are actually being framed as equals.

Which is ....really odd understanding of oppression.

So I like to think that whenever I do handle marginalised characters, I am never confused by the power dynamic present. So my fix-it would be, save my favourite characters from centrist politics lol.

#fruit asks

[azurelyy]

For Fandoms, what about Harry Potter?

Omg hey! Thanks for playing! Yessss, I am so glad someone asked for this.

The first character I first fell in love with:  Hermione! God, what a queen. A true legend and icon. I still love her to this day and she was 100% a big role model for me growing up.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:  Dobby. I really didn't like him when he was first introduced, but when I reread the books the second time (so I was probably around 12), I LOVED him. 2nd place goes to Narcissa Malfoy.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:  This is where I lose all my friends. Ginny. I reeeeeally don't like her, at all. She's lowkey a pick me, and I just don't vibe with that energy.

The character I love that everyone else hates:  Snape. I am basic.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: James... sorry.

The character I would totally smooch:  Remus... I KNOW, YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT I BET. Or maybe you were, who knows lol.

The character I’d want to be like:  Probably Minerva because she's fucking badass.

The character I’d slap:  Umbridge.

A pairing that I love: Dramione for ever.

A pairing that I despise: Romione. I know, I know. And yes, I ship Harmony before Romione. I really don't think Ron and Hermione work well together.

Ask game!

#ask game #azurelyy moots #ask away #dramione #anti romione

[neonghostcat]

A musing on self-indulgence

I wrote another post and decided to put that one in the queue for Thursday so I could post this on its own.

I effectively just had a self-therapy session and thought it might be potentially interesting to other people.

Behind the cut, I start out talking about the reception The Guardian Ghost fic had, realizations about Cultivate, and my writing in general. I was literally realizing these things as I wrote them, so it's not very well organized.

Please feel free to keep scrolling. ;)

Guardian Ghost is straight up murdering Blanket Fort's stats.

By the time this post works its way out of the queue and gets posted it will most likely have become the fic with the most views on my account. (As I write this, it only has ~100 views to go.)

It already earned more than 2x the number of subs while live and more than twice the comment threads. It's not even that far behind in Kudos and Bookmarks.

I don't want this to come across as bragging because that's not it, but I've been overwhelmed this entire time by the reception the story has got. I sincerely appreciate it, no question! It's just blowing my mind a bit.

I think that a huge part of me being very stunned by it is because even now, after all 11 chapters are out and people enjoyed it, there is still a part of me that's somewhat apologetic about how I let the story get away from me and indulged all those whims I had.

Intellectually I know there's no reason to apologize. Even if people hated the choices I'd made for the story (which people did not, everyone has been fully on-board the whole time), it'd be perfectly fine!

I think it's touching on some unexplored/unresolved... "fandom trauma" I suppose? Or maybe more I am realizing I have internalized so many 'good writers/stories don't do [x]' destructive mandates/bad advice over the many years I've been a writer. And the very positive reception to me saying, "WHATEVER, this is my pretend-birthday fic, so I get to write whatever the hell I want!" is making me realize...

...wtf Dobby has always been free. The only chains are those I bind myself with.

This is especially good to understand because now I 'get' my hesitance with finishing Cultivate and why I kept working on other stories. I effectively applied a similar mindset and I was nervous about its reception, so I just worked on other things that were a little less indulgent.

Not that I'm saying any of my fics for SVSSS have been anything less than self-indulgent, but I'm usually indulging in the relationships part.

It's very indulgent of me to write SY/SQQ as a sort of gentle scholar on the outside and goofy nerd on the inside who shows more of himself to the people he feels closest and safest to do so with.

It's indulgent of me to have one of them be Binghe, and the two of them have adopted each other as family. And if I write him being romantically interested in his shizun (which I rarely do), any jealousy is rooted in puppy love, not a fear of losing a sense of family with his shizun. (Because he gets to be secure that he is shizun's family.)

It's unquestionably indulgent of me to write Liu Qingge as a taciturn badass who goes stupidly soft for SY/SQQ and is like an awkward, but very courtly knight rather the often stupid-awkward and blistering guy from half the scenes with him in the book. Because as much as I still love the book LQG, I liked the more chill and thoughtful hawk of a man from the animation. That was a guy who'd size you up and eviscerate as necessary. And I make him soft because I'll fite anyone who says that's not who he is inside (book or animation version), ah! 🤭

And, hooboy is it indulgent of me to give everyone (especially Binghe) friends. Even if mostly I've hinted at a deeper friendship rather than fully explored it, I make it clear these friendships either exist behind the scenes or are ready to grow at any time, just add water.

But when it comes to plots? Not nearly as indulgent as I could be.

I love all my fics for the fandom. There are few things I've written that I'm as proud of as these.

But every time people have commented on The Guardian Ghost loving those things I just said, "Fuck it - I'm adding it."? I've got super emotional.

There's a good reason why it can take me hours to answer all the comments. There have been a few more than usual, sure, but it's mostly because everyone's been so supportive I've had to take breaks and focus on work so I could think about how to respond and not sound like a hot mess, lol.

Is it too sappy to say thank you to the people who basically in aggregate forced me to realize that I'm not having BadWrongFun that no one will want to read? It's a bit embarrassing to realize it took this for me to finally give myself permission.

Anyway!

It helps me internalize things like this by thinking through them and writing them down. And maybe someone else will need to hear something like this too, so I'm sharing it.

#author blog

[wigglesforsquiggles]

WIGGLES HOW WAS YOUR WEEK BELOVED!!? :D♡♡♡

hi hello rain totally not going in my phone when i should be. forgive typos bc have to keep looking up lmao

my week has been chill! i have settled into a warm monotony and im enjoying it rly. im going to cook (using the stove) tonight (a promise to myself) so wish me luck for that.

uhhh i’m trying to think of things that happened. oh! i dressed up as dobby for a halloween party on wednesday (wearing a burlap sack is more itchy than one would imagine). very fun tho.

i did have a can of cider w me when we were abt to start a boat race and i instantly poured half of it away bc no way am i chugging all of that, i will be ill. so cheating was fun (my team did end u losing the overall event bc we had like 4 extra ppl. so i had to help my team finish a thing f box wine. disgusting)

no hangover tho so we win these

anything else. thinking. i rediscovered my in depth f1 soygate mdzs au. which is threatening to send me into a brain rot spiral.

it’ll be triggered if someone sends an ask abt it lmao. i know way more abt tje older era’s of f1 now than i did half a year ago, so hopefully i can do more stuff w it (looking forward to working on the back markers lmao)

anyways! my week has been good. lots of maths as always but i love it so i can’t complain. i hope u have a lovely weekend (there is f1 this weekend and i keep forgetting abt it lmao. i’m a fake fan)

#wiggles asks #hi rain :D #totally not busy rn nooo #i’m abt to be busier and away from my phone so that’s why i’m doing it now #also bc i’m slightly bored #anyways i hope ur week was good! this ask got away from me a bit

[viktoriover]

The Scars They Heal

 This is the first chapter to my Drarry fanfic “The Scars, They Heal,”! If his chapter has intrigued you feel free to read the next 5 chapters on ao3 ^^ I’d really appreciate any comments on my work and it would really make my day! https://archiveofourown.org/works/42995439

_______________________________________________________________ “Master Draco? Mistress sent me to wake you sir” spoke the high pitched voice of the house elf standing from beside the young master's bed, fiddling nervously with his spindly hands. Draco opened his eyes groggily taking in his surroundings, the sunlight shining in from his windows directly onto the eleven year old boy. “Does Master Draco need help getting ready?” the house elf spoke again looking at the ground, house elves like himself were not permitted to look at their masters without their permission.”No, I can dress myself. You can go back to doing your chores now Dobby,” The blonde said, before the elf bowed his head and left the room, his eyes still glued to the floor.

Draco rose from the bed, looking out of the window, today would be one of the most important days of his life. It was September 1st, the first day of school for witches and wizards attending Hogwarts, and today, the young boy would be sorted into a house, that would determine the rest of his life. He stood up, his feet touching the hardwood floor as he walked to his dresser, quickly sliding on the clothes Dobby had laid out for him, the outfit pure black, a signature look for his family.

Stepping out of his room he walked down the barren hallways of his home, his footsteps echoing gently around him, the sounds of his mother and father arguing slowly filling his ears as he neared the dining room. “It's Draco's first day! I don’t want him worrying about all of that! He's just a boy!” His mother Narcissa spoke, her voice raised as she ran her hands through her black and blonde hair, her eyes meeting his fathers. “This will be one of the most influential days of his life, if he doesn’t make the right choices today our image is at stake! Godric knows how close I am to losing my good grace with the other purebloods, ever since Xenophilius married that muggle they’ve been looking for a reason to doubt our standards as wizards. Especially your family, don’t think I haven’t heard what they’ve said about me,” His father Lucius seethed, before straightening up at the sight of his son entering the room, “Ah, Draco. Sit boy,” He spoke gesturing to the table, a lone plate sitting at the end of the table for the platinum haired boy.

“Todays a very important day,” said , meeting his son's eyes as Draco sat down, “Not only for you, but for our own family.” He spoke, ignoring the angry look on his wifes face, “I know you are aware of what is expected of you today.” Draco nodded his head, looking down at the plate before him, nudging the food around with his fork, “I need to get sorted into Slytherin, make friends with other purebloods and stay away from mudbloods,” he said quietly, before looking up at his father, the older man pleased with the answer. “Good, now Draco, finish your food, and fix your hair, it's a mess.” Lucius said distastefully before rising from his seat, “We will be leaving in an hour, Dobby has already packed your things so there should be no reason for you to be late,” he stated, before leaving the room.

His mother had a small frown on her face before she stood up and walked over to her son, gently brushing his hair out of his face. “I’m sorry dear, your father has had quite a lot of things to worry about recently, don’t let his words affect you my love,” she said before kissing his forehead, “I’ll help you with your hair since I won’t be able to do it again til you get back from school,” she said spoke before brushing Draco's hair back.

#draco fanfiction #drarry #harry potter #fanfic #draco malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy #lgbtq #long fic

[infidelady]

Maybe it's a defence mechanism but this is cracking me up

#stars lb #dobby my love this is NOT your day #lose it for the rookie bbys #caaan we get an 8??? :D #i am watching to see bones suffer #the rest is gonna get over it

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

In one of your newer asks (forgot which one) you said that Harry got over Sirius' death quickly and that he liked what he represented not the actual person. Can you explain Harry's reactions to the deaths of people (he "loves")? And what he actually liked/valued? I hope you understand what I'm talking about. . .

So, I made a post in which I revealed the crux of my thoughts on Harry. In short, Harry’s a psychopath. And no, I’m not exaggerating or throwing words out there. By the end of the series, Harry is one seriously scary dude.

He shows a complete lack of empathy for anyone or anything in all circumstances.

When Hermione narks on Harry’s suspicious Firebolt Chirstimas present, he refuses to speak to her for half a year and it takes Hagrid having an intervention for him to consider maybe (maybe) deigning to speak with her again. When Marietta’s mother is in the position of losing her job at the Ministry, and Marietta narks, Cho tries to point this out to Harry and Harry tells her snitches get stitches. Harry gleefully goes to Hogsmeade in his third year despite the entire government desperately trying to protect him, it takes about ten people pointing this out until Harry finally feels vaguely guilty.

Harry’s rage is terrifying. He gleefully uses a curse which he has been told many times is evil to torture another human being and feels next to nothing afterwards (there’s no reflection on who this makes him as a person). His stalking of and later butchering of Draco Malfoy is dismissed shockingly easily, he’s not upset about having nearly accidentally murdered Draco but instead more about getting caught and then that his beloved Halfblood Prince is really Snape.

Why am I talking about this?

Because I think Harry’s incapable of love.

... The utter irony and blasphemy of that sentence just struck me. Let’s pause a moment and sit in wonder that it has come to this.

Right.

Harry has... friends, but they’re always friends of convenience. Whenever they happen to disagree with him, on anything, it’s always the friend who has to crawl back (and they do because he’s Harry Mother Fucking Potter). To Harry the world is marvelously black and white, divided into those that like him and those that do not.

Think about it, does Harry admire or like anyone who does not personally like him? I can’t think of a single one.

When Percy refuses to believe Harry, for very understandable reasons, Harry sours on him far beyond he already had (I admit he wasn’t overly fond of Percy, as Percy was the brother no one liked and Ron vented about him constantly). Fleur is an Ice Queen Bitch until Harry saves Gabrielle’s life and she becomes very grateful to and sweet to him. 

He can’t deal with nuances. We see this with Dumbledore. Harry finds out that Dumbledore used him in perhaps the most heinous manner imaginable. Dumbledore, perhaps, cared nothing for him at all. However, Harry cannot come to terms with this, given how well the man seemed to have treated him in the past, and instead creates this heroic martyr legend for Dumbledore.

Same with Snape, the instant Harry learns that Snape had been Dumbledore’s agent, suddenly the past doesn’t matter and Snape is the bravest man Harry knows.

My point being, Harry doesn’t love Sirius, he barely knows Sirius, what he instead loves is the idea of Sirius. Sirius is Harry’s first real promise of family, of a father figure, and of escape from the Dursleys. While it’s not possible now, it’s something that can soon become a reality, something Harry wants desperately.

Harry’s grief for Sirius’ death presents itself as some seriously scary rage (i.e. the stalking of Draco Malfoy) but it never seems to be about Sirius himself. Harry doesn’t miss any aspects of Sirius himself all that much just... the notion of him, the promise of him. Which I think is what Sirius ultimately was to Harry.

Sirius and Harry never really saw each other clearly. Sirius is a mess after Azkaban and is fixated on the memory of James that lives inside Harry. Harry doesn’t mind this, or even really notice that Sirius isn’t in a good place, because Sirius is just the idea of a father to him.

But yes, I think for Harry, in general, his grief for things is very shortlived and tends to manifest in RAGE. We spend, what, a chapter feeling sad Hedwig died? (To be fair, as a reader the idea that Hedwig’s death is supposed to make me feel something always made me laugh). We get  a good few days being sad that Dobby died for the cause. 

Harry was relatively sad when Snape died and revealed the truth, but mostly I think because he was having the existential crisis one must have when you realize you were secretly a Kamikaze agent this entire time. 

Yeah, Harry, what a guy. 

#harry potter #ask

[sealbf]

Alright I'm tired of seeing lame ass posts about JKR's transphobia towards trans men and ableism towards autistic people, only for the OP to then undermine people caring about her transmisogyny. For the record I am a white transmasc autistic guy.

It's important for everybody to understand that JKR is a TERF, she is a transmisogynist, she has done unspeakable damage to the rights of trans women in the UK and USA. You should all absolutely keep discussing this, and listening to trans women when they talk about how absolutely VILE jkr is. This post is in no way going to pull a "but yall are too busy caring about trans women :/"

JKR wrote a manifesto very much against trans men and nonbinary people, saying we were autistic ""girls"" who were lead astray, because we're just so Gullible ! This is obviously incredibly transphobic in terms of not taking trans men seriously, and horrifyingly ableist by assuming autistic people are too stupid to know their own genders (or be able to choose their own gender etc etc) which could very much lead to autistic people losing rights since we're seen as incapable. I'm not going to go into too much detail about the whole thing here because the manifesto is extremely upsetting to think about. Furthermore, it's also of the utmost importance we talk about JKR's rampant racism and antisemitism, with the Harry Potter slaves (whatever the fuck theyr'e called, the thing dobby is) enjoying their slavery and the one person who thinks this is bad being shot down (hermione?), JKR having an asian character called "Cho Chang" and the banking creatures being clear antisemitic stereotypes.

Please for the love of God please keep talking about how JKR is a transmisogynist, it's important we keep talking about it. It's also important we talk about her ableism, transphobia towards trans men and tme nonbinary people specifically, her racism and antisemitism as well. She isn't just a terrible person for being a TERF, she's a terrible person for a lot of other reasons that aren't being talked about enough.

#ok2rb #jkr #harry potter #chatter #transmisogyny #transphobia #racism #antisemitism

[romioneficfest]

Scared of Losing you

Title: Scared of Losing You

Prompt/Day: 9 - Shell Cottage

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Rating: PG

Brief Summary: Hermione wakes up for the first time not knowing where she is. Fortunately, someone is there by her side.

CW: mentions of wizarding violence, torture, and death.

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Hermione groans as she floats into consciousness. She’s confused as she listens to the sounds around her, praying for any indication that she’s safe. The last thing she remembers is the pain; the mixture of glee and terror in Bellatrix Lestrange’s voice as curse after curse is hurled her way. She should be dead. And quite honestly, she’d prefer death if she’s to open her eyes and find herself still in the confines of Malfoy Manor.

But the sounds are soothing, and if Hermione listens hard enough, she thinks she can hear the steady rhythm of ocean waves in the distance. She can feel the warmth on her face from the sun, and she’s wrapped in blankets on a bed that doesn’t feel like the cot in the tent.

Where am I?

It hurts to even think about moving, but she forces her eyelids open anyways. When her eyes focus, she observes her surroundings. The room is unfamiliar, with its taupe colored walls and beachside theme. She’s laying on a full size bed, and there’s a window with sheer curtains allowing the sun to filter through on her right, a door to the rest of the house in front. But who’s house is this?

“You’re awake.”

She doesn’t even notice that she’s not alone. Comfort sweeps over her at the sound of Ron’s voice, but there’s also concern about its tired timbre. Forcing her head to turn to him, Hermione takes in his ragged appearance. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, or showered or even eaten for that matter. The latter is confirmed at the full plate sitting on the bedside table that’s gone untouched.

There are so many questions running through her mind, but Hermione can’t seem to force the synapses to communicate and respond in a way that allows her voice to speak the words formulating in her mind.

As if he’s read her thoughts, Ron speaks again. “We’re at Bill and Fleur’s place. It’s called Shell Cottage. We managed to escape, thanks to—to—Dobby.”

His voice cracks and she sees tears fill his eyes. He turns away from her, no doubt to hide his attempt at wiping them away. A flash of a memory envelopes her vision. The little elf hanging from a chandelier, Bellatrix’s scream, her dagger flying through the air.

“No,” she croaks out. Her face feels wet as she understands, even without any additional details.

She yearns for Ron to look at her, so she can see the confirmation in his eyes. He doesn’t even need to say a word. Dobby must have died saving them.

They are silent for a while until Ron finally speaks again. “How are you feeling?”

“Alive,” is all Hermione can manage.

She’s in pain, both physical and emotional. The grief is almost too much to handle when paired with the guilt that they’ve somehow managed to live to see another day. With a monumental effort, she shifts her body so that she’s sitting up. Ron leaps to his feet to help her, fluffing her pillows and adjusting them to support her back and neck. When he tries to return to his seat, she grazes his arm.

“Don’t go.”

Ron gives her a wary look, and she musters a silent plea as she pats the bed. He relents to her request and sits beside her, tentatively taking her hand in his.

“I was so scared,” Ron whispers. His voice is so quiet that Hermione almost misses it.

“Why?” The word escapes Hermione’s mouth on instinct.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hermione looks up at him thoughtfully. Of course, he had every right to be scared. It was terrifying. But Ron was always the quick thinker, the one with the level head. The one who never showed any sign of fear aside from spiders. He’s her rock; the one she turns to when she’s scared because he knows just what to say and do to calm her down.

“Because you aren’t—but I know you’re not scared of anything at all, except for spiders maybe.”

It’s a challenge to get a full sentence out because her throat is dry and hoarse from the screaming, but she manages.

Ron lets out a weak laugh at her presumption. “That’s not true. I’m scared of losing you.”

Her heart skips a beat as his words swim around in her head as she allows them to play on repeat. There are so many things she wants to say to ease his mind, but she’s not sure which is the most fitting for this moment.

“I’m scared of losing you, too.”

“Hermione, I—” Ron’s body has turned to face hers now as he leans in, their foreheads touching.

“I know.”

“We’ll make it through this, won’t we?” She hears a slight tremble in his voice as she looks into his eyes.

“We’ve made it this far.”

He nods, causing their noses to touch as Hermione’s breath hitches in her throat. They’re so close, and for a moment she imagines what it might feel like to finally feel his lips on hers. A gentle knock on the door causes them to separate as Fleur enters.

Hermione holds back a disappointed sigh as the moment is ruined, but perhaps it’s better this way. If they give in now, it will make things so much harder if she actually does lose him. This way, she has something more to fight for. Love.

#hpfic #romione ficfest 2021 #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #Ace Safe #Rated PG #cw: #cw: mentions of wizarding violence torture and death #Queue up for the Dragon

[kxmssblog]

4.

Il Consulente

Featuring:

EXO Kim Minseok x Reader

EXO ensemble

Your family has worked as the mafia groups go-to financial advisors and consultants. When a hit is sent out, by a rogue mafia group, your entire family is wiped out. You are left with only your brother. The EXO take you under their protection, regardless of your protests to want to leave the mafia world behind, along with your troubled memories.

Minseok is always there, despite it all.

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There only so much work you could prepare for, before you can actually start engaging with your soon-to-be co worker and clients. Your bodyguard, was nowhere in sight, a usual occurrence in the early mornings. Your state of nausea would not allow you to have a big enough meal, but just about enough to keep the dull headache away. The sight to the glowing waters outside your door were not calming enough that morning, you needed to stretch your feet.

What is beyond that tall hedge? Your curiosity getting the better of you, having held out so long from asking your bodyguard what was beyond that cover, your feet guided you out. The morning breeze, pleasant to your flustered face.

Aimlessly wandering the gardens, which has become your favourite past time since your arrival at the mansion. Quiet and peaceful as the activity was, enough to close your eyes and allow your fresh mental images of the pathways to guide you along with your senses leading you through to your heart's desire. Right then you desired a conversation and the man with his buzz cut and sullen gaze, was more inviting as he stood by the bench with his fruit basket pack next to his feet. He bowed, like a man long waiting for your coming.

The men remaining in the residence, always knew just when you stepped out of the house, so the other nameless patrolling men could disappear, to leave the men of the mansion to patrol and keep watch over you. A simple, change of the guard, took place seamlessly with the exchange of looks and nods to signal it's commencement.

The man in his Burberry suit, stepped out, closely followed by Chanyeol, their eyes fixed on you as they walked around in the general direction of the lengthy driveway. The quiet and solitude man, named Chen kept his distance too by the rail. You suspect that Suho and Sehun must be keeping watch from their respective office windows, above.

The man now seated next to you, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, following your lingering gaze through the landscape.

"Oh that's, one of my designs. It's actually an intricate and dense maze that the Kim hyungs granted me creative freedom to have it planted there." He looked fondly in the distance.

He paused to peel a kiwi fruit and slice it on the plate and offered the contents to you. You happily obliged.

"Then why am I not allowed in there?" You bit into the juicy piece, with your quizzical gaze turning to an appreciative one.

A smile tugged at the man's mouth, chewing his own piece.

"Only Minseok and I know the maze like the back of our hands, but for the rest of the men, they tend to get lost easily in the first quadrant and that's the most easiest." He shrugged, like he was thinking how can anyone be so dense to not figure it out as quick as him and his hyung.

"Why don't we have a Triwizard Tournament whilst we're at it?" you mumbled under your breath, digging in to more of his fruit slices.

His heart shaped chuckles, caused Kai to look up from his stroll.

"Wow, you and Minseok really think alike." You turned to him at his remark, which he shrugged off, "I don't know how many times he read the maze chapter of the Goblet of Fire when we were in the conceptual stages of it."

"Hey, the Chamber of Secrets is the best and most adventurous part of the book series." Your young voice argued vehemently.

"Hey, Dobby was set free... "

"And Voldermort was let loose. Now tell how 'Dobby is free',  trumps that?" Your voice giggled, losing its heated composure, at his imitated voice of the house elf.

The memory galloped through you, with a small gasp, vaguely seeing D.O steal a glance at you but remained quite.

"Then clearly you have yet to, not just watch but read that segment of Harry Potter."  The voice paused "Until then, don't talk to me."

You're left with a feeling that, you had not spoken to the young boy, as he had instructed arrogantly, until you done what he had asked of you. And gladly you had retreated to return to him with your opinion slightly changed.

"Should you visit the rooms upstairs, you will have the maze's beautiful aerial view, and when lost in it, it takes me, hyung or Sehun's drone to track and locate your position." He offered.

It was like he was dying to let you know or was sent by his hyungs to explain it carefully to you. Either way, the man with you, seemed to enjoy the task of explaining just as much as your company. You would be lying if you said you didn't like his company too.

"I see." You wiped a stray tear, caught by the breeze.

You both take in the gardens once more, but this time it was Kai at the lavender bushes that stole your attention.

"He is picking out a few sprigs to place in most of our rooms, to freshen out the space."

"I like lavenders." You blurt out, without thinking, instead with and strong, untraceable feeling of conviction.

"Then you will have lavenders." He gave a nod to Kai, the man came closer with his basket. Not asking, but both men communicating with just their eyes, Kai collected a few sprigs, bunched them together and pulled out his handkerchief to securely tie the dainty bouquet and handed it to you while on blended knee. Both of them smiled at your burning face, and the tears that trickled down you cheeks. D.O brought out his own silk cloth and offered to you, which he nodded that you keep.

You were alone once more, with your musings to continue the comfortable silence.

"I sometimes wonder how some of you got your codenames." You change the subject of your thoughts.

"Oh, they will tell you their stories eventually, or why some kept their real names, and the rest will give you their real names too." He hums a tune to a song, while tapping to its beat, "and mine..."

"And you're Do Kyungsoo, I compiled a professional file on all of you before coming here, it was just a matter of putting the codenames to the faces. Your personal information, you may share with me, voluntarily at your prerogative." You shrug your shoulders, out of breath.

The man pinned you with a searching stare, before turning ahead.

"You know what, I like you already. I would perhaps fall for you, if you would allow me to cook for you some time and have a taste of it." He offered shyly, not meeting your eyes.

"I would love that, Kyungsoo-hyung." His smile broadened.

With that you both fell into another comfortable silence. The wind whipping lightly at your hair, with the citrus scent of the orange he was peeling with his pocket knife, tickling your nose.

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, your eyes growing heavier with a lulling gurgle of the fountain waters.

Deciding to steal a few seconds to rest your eyes, you were to be only woken, with a start, at a bird's crow.

You were not sitting, but laying down on the same bench, still outside but leaning your head on a different person's lap, seeing the colour of the pants. Gone was the deep brown, now you had black and the thighs were all too familiar.

"I'm sorry, but D.O. had to leave with Suho, and I was up to relieve him." A low voice, that has come to lull you back to sleep every night after your nightmares, was now with you in the gardens, too.

You nod your head, pushing the cobwebs with a stretched out yawn, rising from your position, he motions for you come closer.

"Come here." He pulled you onto his lap, curled you back to sleep, with your head nuzzling in the crook of his neck, his arms around your back and over your knees.

"Mmm... You smell good, like my flowers." You mumbled.

His hum of acknowledgement rolled through his chest, under your palm, his heart beat rocking you back to sleep.

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@suhappysuho

#kim minseok #xiumin #xiumin aesthetic #exo fanfic #exo xiumin #minseok #exo minseok #do kyungsoo #exo do kyungsoo #exo do #kim kai #exo kai #exo kim jongin #jongin

[dragondeeznutsonyomama]

You know, I’ve always thought that I would die in this war. I’ve always thought people will remember me as the villain. But now I’m standing in the Manor’s living room, staring at two green eyes that I know very much so, I think I might have a second chance.

"Is it him, Draco? Tell us, my boy." said my father while grabbing my shoulder very tightly.

I wanna rip my shoulder off. Just where he is touching me. He is saying those words so fondly. But I know that fondness is not for me. It’s the excitement that he can finally be more for his so called lord.

"Leave him! I swear to Merlin it’s not him! Can’t you see he doesn’t even have the scar!" Granger is screaming so hard I think she might lose her voice for a while.

I know it's him. Harry James Potter, standing right in front of me. On his knees waiting for my answer. Everyone is waiting for my answer. My parents would be so proud of me if I tell the truth and give him to Voldemort. If I do that we can live a great life. At least my father says so. And if I don’t... I guess we will see that.

“I can't be sure." words leave my mouth. It leaves a bitter taste. It’s a big lie. It can destroy me. If I got caught I will get tortured again. This time I don’t think I would make it. Potter’s eyes shows a glint of surprise but somehow he doesn’t show any emotion on his face.

"Are you sure Draco? Take a look again. Maybe it's him don’t you think huh?" my father says while his voice is cracking slightly. Sweet Merlin, he doesn’t give up does he?.

“I can't be sure." I said again. "His face is a mess. I can't tell if it's him or not."

I’m scared. I am so fucking scared. But I can't go back now. My father says something very harshly to my ear but I can’t hear anything. Why can't I hear anything. It feels like I'm in a bubble. I feel myself pulled away from Potter.

"Put the boys in the cellar!" said my bitch of an aunt Bellatrix as she grabbed Weasley by his collar and threw him towards my mother. She got very close to Granger and said, "I’m going to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl!"

Fucking hell, I hate her voice. As I hear those words my father nudged me on my arm and gestured upstairs with his head. I nodded and as I was leaving the room I heard a big thump and I saw that psychopath leaning over Granger while she is laying on the ground. I can't make up the words they are saying but I can hear Granger’s sobs.

I heard my aunt stop talking and move her head to grangers exposed arm. I flinched as she stated to scream. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Is she. Holy shit. No. No. No. No. What the fuck. I ran away. Fucking.. I... This was inhumane. I know she is crazy and everything but this? I can hear her screams. I should help her. I really should. But what can I do? I know the moment I try to do anything I am dead. So are they. I slid down and sit on the ground. I think I’m in a hallway.

I can’t even recognize my own house. I’m trembling. I feel wetness on my cheeks. I feel like I’m watching all of these like I'm in a theatre and there is a play on the stage. I’m not in my body. Everything feels so unreal.

I hear a loud bang. I got up quickly and ran to the living room. I didn’t even realized Granger stopped screaming. As I arrived in the room I saw a complete disaster. Potter and his friends somehow managed to get out of the cells. I turned my head and I felt all of my blood is drying up to nothing. My fucking aunt is holding a dagger to Granger’s throat. Is she going to kill her?

"Call him!" she said to me. I can't. I can't do something like that. I think she knows that too. As well as my father. He stepped up and pulled his sleeves back. The dark mark looks so alive and I hate it. Just as he called the lord we heard a slight creak. I looked up. Dobby? Seriously what the actual fuck.

Then everything happened so quickly. The chandelier suddenly dropped and Granger rushed to her friends. Potter came up to me. Fucking prat take my wand from me. How the fuck am I supposed to protect myself now?

"Stupid elf! You could’ve killed me!" Bellatrix shouted. Wow how observant of you.

"No! Dobby never meant to kill! Dobby only maim or seriously injure" if I wasn’t shitting my pants from the horror I’m feeling right now, I could’ve laughed at that. My mother raised her wand and just as she tried to do a spell her wand flied out to Dobby.

"How dare you take a witch’s wand! How dare you defy you masters!" said Bellatrix. For fucks sake is she ever going to stop talking.

"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends." said Dobby. Wow that was very inspiring thank you Dobby. They hold hands and appeariate away.

My aunt has a smirk on her face though. Why is she smiling? Then i realized her dagger was not in her hand. Oh no. But I have no time to worry for them. I need to get out of here right now. I tried to run away but I felt my body freezing. Fuck they noticed me, of course.

"Now now my dear nephew, is there anything you would like to share with us?" said to me Bella, as she smiled crazily. My breath got quicker.

"No? It’s ok, I can help you!" she said with a fake innocence. Then I felt an immense amount of pain. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t open my mouth. I was crying hysterically but I couldn’t even move my finger. I looked at my parents with hopeful eyes thinking maybe they would help me. But all I could see is just dissatisfaction. They... They think it's ok? For their son to feel this pain? Oh... I felt an another rush of pain in my body and it ripped my thoughts away. This time I managed to make some sounds. She probably heard me and smirked. I wanna rip that smirk out of her face. She grabbed my hair.

"Oh be patient Draco! we are just getting started! Just wait for our Lord!" she said. That was the last thing I heard before I lost my consciousness.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #bellatrix lestrange #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #dobby is a free elf #fanfic #dont judge me my first laguage is not english #i wrote this with 2 hours of sleep and 3 cans of redbull i can fight god #pls dont hate me uwu #i just wrote some shit so expect a lot of mistakes #i wasnt planning this