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berryzxx · 5 months

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omg hi

can i request a fic where reader has had a bad day so theo cheers her up (like bff's to lovers) bc i want im desperate

thank you

Your mine, sweetheart

hey gal x (also who isn't desperate for Theo?) Pansy is a bitch in this one but anyways hope u like it x)

Summary: Theo cheers you up after a bad day

Theodore Nott x reader

Pansy looked me up and down, hate simmering in her eyes. She scoffed "Don't tell me that's what your wearing. You look like an absolute slag"

After being best friends with her for our first few years and realising how toxic she really was I had tried to keep my distance from her but she didn't get the hint and instead liked to comment on each and every thing I did. Of course the comments hurt me but maybe after the years they just didn't hurt as much. Maybe I was immune now. The dress I had chosen for this nights party was a short green dress, something to celebrate our Quidditch win but of course the dress didn't live up to her expectations. What was really annoying was she wore a similar dress just a few weeks back but according to her I was the one who looked like a slag.

"I think it looks nice Pansy"

I turned to my mirror and applied a light pink lip gloss that was almost finished because of the amount of times I had used it. I couldn't be bothered arguing with her tonight. I wasn't about to let her ruin my mood.

"I bet you tried finding the shortest dress in that store"

I rolled my eyes "What are you on about?" I was getting tired of her stupid, annoying comments.

"You know exactly what I'm on about. Don't think Theo's gonna fuck you after this, honey. Your just like all the other desperate bitches at the party"

I gritted my teeth together and put my lip gloss down trying to appear as unaffected as I could. "Fuck off. Jealousy isn't a good look on you"

I walked past her, tears forming in my eyes. Before I could leave she made sure to mutter "Once a whore, always a whore". I let my feet carry me outside to the warm summer evening where the sun was setting. I walked around the lake trying to blink away the tears so my makeup wouldn't be ruined. Was there any point of going to the party? No, probably not.

I sat down on hill, the freshly mowed grass making a soft carpet for me to relax on. Me and Theo had sat hear many times before whether it was to have a late night snack or to miss lessons. It was a comforting place.

I sat there until the sun set and soon it got darker. Almost too dark. My thoughts had cleared now. My tears no longer trying to make an appearance. Maybe I could join the party. Just because one person was being an ass didn't mean everyone else would be.

As I was contemplating on whether I should stand up or not someone cleared their throat behind me. I raised my wand instantly expecting...well something scary I guess.

It was in fact Theo holding a small golden lantern. I didn't bother standing up and instead waited for him to flop down next to me.

"My favourite person isn't going to congratulate me on my performance today?" He placed the lantern between us so we were both bathed in a warm orange light. I could just about make him out, his features looking almost worried.

"You were good." I said. I didn't have the social battery to talk to him right now even if he had done nothing wrong.

He smiled at me "I know. What's up with you? Your usually dragging me to parties but instead your...well from my point of view it looks like your mourning your rabbit"

I let out a small laugh. Even at times like these he could make me laugh. "I just don't understand. Why is it so hard for some people to be nice?"

Theo shrugged "They're probably insecure. Or jealous."

"Yeah. Probably"

We sat in silence for another few minutes before Theo stood up stretching out his hand to me "Come on, sweetheart. Your the life of the party. It's no fun without you"

I stood up and handed him the lantern instead "You can be the life of the party tonight. I'm tired"

"Don't let someone ruin what you want to do. Y/n you love parties. You've never missed one. Unless you really are tired, I'll respect your decision and walk with you to your room"

I contemplated my options. I could do what I really wanted to do which was go to the party and enjoy life with my friends or I could get cosy in my bed and feel like a coward for the next week. He was right. No one got to influence what I wanted to do.

"Your playing truth or drink with me then" He grinned at me "Whatever you want, sweetheart"

As we walked back inside the castle from a more hidden entrance Theo made sure to hold my hand because apparently he "didn't want me to trip and get hurt". Whatever the reason was it didn't stop butterflies from forming in my stomach.

I had to blink at the sudden brightness of the corridors, the light finally letting me see Theo clearly. He had dropped my hand and instead was surveying me.

Theo's eyes took their time on inspecting my outfit, hungrily devouring the way the dress emphasised my curves. He finally brought his gaze up to look at me, his eyes slightly darker than usual "You look absolutely divine"

I smiled at the compliment "If you weren't my best friend, I'd say you were flirting with me"

He raised an eyebrow "Maybe I am. It's quite hard not to when my best friend is so fucking gorgeous" My cheeks heated at his words, my dress feeling a little too tight all of a sudden. I think I needed to sit down after that.

He extended his arm so I could wrap my hand around it. "I can't wait to tell everyone we're dating"

I paused. What did he say? "If that's ok with you" He added hastily.

I thought about what he said. Had I always imagined what it would be like if Theo asked me out and we weren't just best friends anymore? Of course I did. Every single second of every single day.

"That's fine with me"

He smiled again, a small dimple appearing in his left cheek "Then it's settled. Your mine, sweetheart. And I'm yours"

(not proof read cause im a lazy bitch)

(also will be creating a master list soon :) )

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daddiesdrarryy · 2 months

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Draco: I wish Harry didn’t have to work, he loves camping

Pansy: Yeah, that would have been great. You and Harry having sex in the tent, while I sit out here and watch Blaise hump a cactus

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drarrily-we-row-along · 7 months

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"Come on," Draco said, dragging Harry in the door by the lapels on his expensive suit jacket. He looked delectable and Draco wanted to drown in him.

Harry stumbled, collapsing against Draco, pressing him back against the wall in the hallway, "Mmrmph," he managed as Draco grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

His hands went straight to Harry's buttons, tugging them hard enough that the fabric bit into his fingers, stinging as he ripped Harry's shirt.

"Draco," he gasped, pulling back, something in his voice sounding vaguely concerned.

And he very much didn't want that. Draco dove into kissing him again, groping Harry's back, pressing their bodies more tightly together. He didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to think about it, didn't want anything but Harry-

"Draco," he repeated, pulling back again and catching Draco's hands. He pressed them back against the wall next to his head trapping him again but not in a sexy way. "Wait," he said, voice soft, and Draco's saw red.

"Don't," he growled. "Harry. Fucking don't," he spit, shaking his head and fighting against Harry's grip on his wrists. "Let me go."

"Hey," he said, achingly tender, and Draco would have punched him if he'd had his hands free. "Can we talk about that?"

"No," he said, "I don't fucking want to talk about it. I want you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

Harry tilted his head down, trying to get Draco to meet his eyes.

Draco was absolutely not having it, he didn't want to look at Harry, didn't want to feel like this. "If you're not going to fuck me, let me go and I'll go find someone who will," he threatened.

Harry sucked a breath through his teeth, "you don't mean that," he said.

He glared at him, hoped that his face conveyed all of the anger and vitriol he was feeling, "Don't tell me what I will or won't do," he said. "Don't pretend to control me. You don't."

His hands were released and Harry took a step back, his torn shirt hanging open, leaving the image of his heaving chest incredibly clear. "Fine," he said, stepping away and turning toward the living room. "You're right," he added over his shoulder, "I don't control you. But I do get to control me, and I don't like being used."

"I'm not trying to use you!" he exclaimed, storming after his boyfriend.

Harry made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He took a long drink before he turned to look at Draco, "What were you trying to do then?"

He threw his arms in the air, "trying to get fucked!"

"In order to avoid talking about what happened at your parents'," Harry said.

"What does it even matter?" he exclaimed. "Why does it matter why I want you to fuck me into incoherency? Especially when it's something that you want too!"

"I just want to talk to you first," Harry said. "Is that too much to ask? To just have a little communication?"

He scowled, rage sitting high in his chest, "Yes. It is too much to ask, I don't want to fucking talk. I thought I was dating a man, not some fucking woman who feels the compulsive need to talk everything to death."

Harry flinched, "Too far," he growled.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he snarled, "Have I hurt your delicate feelings?" And he knew he was being an asshole, knew that he was lashing out, but he was so mad, absolutely raging and he couldn't seem to stop himself. He didn't want to stop; he wanted to fight, wanted to hurt.

"I'm not doing this," Harry said. "I'm not having a fight about this."

He stalked over and shoved Harry, both palms flat against his chest, "Fight with me!" he roared. "Yell at me, tell me I'm wrong," his fists hit Harry's chest. "Come on!"

"No," Harry said. "I'm not going to do that. I don't want to treat you that way."

A glass shattered behind him, Draco's magic swirling through him. "I'm leaving."

"Fine," Harry said, standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Fine," Draco snapped, stalking away from the other man and heading straight for the door. He summoned a bottle of whiskey and paused on their front step. He had half a mind to go to some club, find some random bloke to sleep with, someone who would really pound him. But decided that Pansy's was actually the place he should crash. She was always good for a fight.

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Draco woke up the next morning, in Pansy's guest bed, with an awful hangover and an even worse feeling swirling in the pit of his gut. "Shit," he whispered, rubbing his face and trying not to panic.

"Hey, there," Pansy said from the doorway, tossing a hangover potion at his head.

He caught it and uncapped it, draining it and shuddering at the immediate effects. "I fucked up," he managed once most of the symptoms of the whiskey he'd consumed vanished and left only the guilt and shame behind.

She nodded, "I said that last night," she replied flippantly as she sat down next to him on the bed and handed him a cup of coffee. "And then we had a spectacular row about it."

Draco sipped his coffee, "I wanted to have a fight with him."

"Right, but he didn't."

He groaned as the words he'd said to Harry the night before flitted through his mind, "I was awful to him."

"Go home," she said.

He shook his head, "What if he's mad?"

"Then you'll get that fight you were so desperate for," she teased, bumping her shoulder against his.

"What if he's not?" he whispered, the thought somehow even more horrifying.

"Go home," she repeated, nudging him out of bed. "I've got company coming for brunch," she added.

He turned to look at her, "Thanks," he whispered, grateful beyond measure that she would fight with him when he needed an outlet without batting an eye.

"That's what best friends are for," she said with a wink. "Now go."

He trudged home, deciding to walk instead of apparate, trying to work out what he was going to say and mostly failing.

When he came in, Harry looked up from where he was sitting at their kitchen table. Unshaven, puffy red eyes, mouth turned down in a frown, his eyes flickered over Draco's body before meeting his gaze.

"I stayed with Pansy," Draco said softly, by way of apology.

Harry nodded, then looked away from Draco to stare out the window, taking a sip of coffee from his cup.

"I didn't sleep with someone else," he continued. Draco couldn't bring himself to walk closer, to come in out of the doorway, he wasn't entirely sure it would be welcome.

The other man winced but said nothing, didn't even nod.

"You're not going to even talk to me?"

"What would you like me to say?" Harry asked, turning his face to look at him, exhaustion written across it plain as day. "Do you want me to tell you that I stayed up all night, waiting for you to come home? Should I tell you that I thought about going out to all of our normal clubs to see if I could find you, but was too afraid that you'd come back and think that I'd left you?" he asked, running a hand through his hair, "Would you like me to tell you that my entire body felt like it was burning up with rage and jealousy but I couldn't-" he broke off and shook his head and looked down at the table. "I couldn't tell you, couldn't do anything with how angry I was because that isn't how I want to treat you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

At that Harry looked up at him and Draco took a step closer.

"I'm sorry I said those things, I didn't mean them. I was just angry and I wanted to fight with you." He shook his head, "My parents, they just-" he broke off.

Harry reached for him, took Draco's hands in his and drew him in closer before pressing kisses to his knuckles, "I know," he said softly. "I was mad at them too, love. They had no right to speak to you that way."

Tears prickled the backs of his eyes as hurt and resentment build up in his throat and chest at the remembrance of their criticism.

"And I didn't want to hurt you more," he continued. "I didn't want to add to that burden." He tugged Draco down until he had him sitting cradled in his lap like Draco was a toddler instead of a twenty three year old. "I love you. I want to fight for you," he added and Draco buried his face in Harry's neck, his stubble scratching his temple and cheek.

"I love you," he whispered, the feeling so big, so present that it terrified him.

Harry turned his head to kiss Draco's temple, "I love you too. I want to honor you and be on your side."

He nodded, "I want that too," he confessed. "I just get afraid to let myself believe that you want to be on my side. What if I end up needing you?"

His lover chuckled softly, breath ghosting through Draco's hair, "It's a scary thought that maybe we weren't made to do life alone, isn't it?"

"I don't want to need you."

"Why?" he asked softly, hands brushing over Draco's back soothingly.

He held his breath for a long moment before saying, "if I start to need you and then you leave, what will I do?"

With a soft hum, Harry held him closer, "I hear that," he replied. "I'm scared to need you too, but it doesn't change the fact that I do. I could live without you, Draco," he said, "and you could live without me too. But I'd rather live with you," he continued. "I'd rather put in the work to live with you, to love you. My life is better with you in it."

"Mine too," he agreed.

Harry nodded, "Maybe we just take it one day at a time, maybe we just work on trusting that neither of us is going anywhere. Maybe you let me be on your side, and I let you be on mine."

"And then what?" he murmured, fear and hope warring in his heart.

"Then," Harry said, drawing him impossibly closer, "we just keep doing it for the rest of our lives, one day at a time."

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#drarry #love #communication #established relationships #fighting #making up #we're all doing our best to heal.#part of the author's unofficial trauma response collection. just processing a lot of mad right now.#pansy is a good friend

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myfeetrcolddd · 5 months

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Avoidance

She had a problem. A problem by the name of Theodore Nott.

The two had been friends for years, since they both met on the train in their first year, even after she had been sorted in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin like him.

But for the last year or so things had shifted between the two. A tension had wrapped itself around the pair of friends, lingering gazes and touches, interactions that toed the line between friendly teasing and flirting.

It was confusing to say the least, because while she had been sure of her feelings for her friend she was unsure of how he felt towards her.

Theo would be borderline flirting with her one moment, being far more touchy than a best friend ought to be and being far more protective, then the next moment he was chatting up a new girl before disappearing into a broom closest or his dorm.

Confused and hurt over what was happening she decided to put up boundaries, close herself off a little, maybe then she'd rid herself of these new found feelings for her best friend.

Though this was all easier said than done.

Walking into the great hall she made her way over to the Slytherin table, but instead of taking her usual seat pressed up against Theos side she sat between Enzo and Pansy, who welcomed her confused smiles but smiles nonetheless.

"Morning." She smiled to the group and they all greeted her back.

Theo had brushed this off, he couldn't expect her to sit beside him for every meal. But he found himself hating the way she had decided not to sit beside him anyway.

When she had finished her breakfast she excused herself from the table, and Theo did too, because they always left together and would walk around together before actually getting to class.

When he was finally beside her he reached for her hand to hold, something they always did, no matter what. But she evaded the touch, clasping her hands together in front of her.

He looked at her confused once again, but shrugged it off, because everyone has their off days.

They talked like they always did, conversation flowing easily between the both of them but Theo couldn't stop his hand from twitching with the need to grasp something, but since she wasn't going to hold his hand he decided standing as close as possible would have to suffice.

This she had allowed, because despite trying with all her might she couldn't deny that she missed his closeness. It was weird not to have him so close, but she had to do this because whenever he was so close she found herself pretending they were dating.

She almost forgot they were only friends a few times, almost because every time someone would say they looked like a "lovely couple" or anything along those lines Theodore would spend the next ten minutes explaining how they were only friends and how he basically saw her as a sister.

In class Theo had scooted his chair as close to her as possible, because that's just what he always did, and then he tried to put his arm around her chair like he always did, but instead of meeting his chair in the middle she stayed put, and instead of leaning back into his arm she sat as straight as possible, making sure her back wouldn't touch his arm. And their thighs that were normally pressed together seemed an ocean apart to him.

Theo frowned once more, even more confused as to what was happening to his best friend.

The rest of the day had went like this. With her avoiding any physical contact that wasn't needed and not flirting back with him, or not doing what she considered flirting back with him. She wasn't sure if Theo even knew he was flirting with her at this point.

After the last class of the day ended they had to split, Theodore went off to Quidditch practice while she had gone with Pansy down to the Slytherin common room.

While the two girls had sat on one of the many sofas in front of one fo the many fireplaces Y/N filled Pansy in on how she had been feeling, and her plan.

Pansy laughed loudly at what Y/N had said, covering her mouth to muffle it slightly, "I-I'm sorry, but is that why he's had this small frown on his face all day?" She asks and the Ravenclaw girl rolls her eyes fondly but nods her head. "You, Y/N L/N, are a mastermind."

"I know." She grinned, shrugging, earning another laugh from Pansy.

As if summoned Theodore showed up, standing behind the couch, "Ladies." He said smoothly as the two girls turned around to face him, though he greeted them both he kept his eyes on the one who was avoiding his touch.

"Hi Theodore." Pansy said with a slight smirk, not missing the way he hadn't taken his eyes off of the Ravenclaw girl once. Though that wasn't anything new. It seemed as though Theo could never quite taker her eyes off the girl, it was a surprise said girl hadn't noticed that.

"Hey Teddy." She smiled up at him, using the nickname for the first time today.

Theo felt something swell in his chest at the sound, he couldn't help it. Like he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the word.

He hoped over the back of the couch and slid into the seat right next to the girl. Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and the other around her middle in an effort to pull her impossibly closer to him.

While Pansy tried not to laugh out loud at Y/N flustered and startled face Theo had successfully sat his best friend practically on his lap.

Y/N cleared her throat and peeled Theos hands off her then stood, "Well-" She started, avoiding eye contact with Theo who had such a deep set frown Pansy was sure his face would freeze that way, "I think I'll get going now. I'll see you two at dinner!"

Then she scurried out of the snake pit as fast as she could and up to her own dorm.

Theodore sat there, frozen and confused. "What the fuck." He said, then he turned to Pansy, "D'you know what that was about?"

Pansy, who had a poorly hidden grin on her face, shrugged feigning ignorance. "Nope!" Theo glared at her but her resolve kept up so he huffed in annoyance before storming up to his dorm.

He endured three days of what he now considers his personal hell and it's be a lie if anyone at Hogwarts said they didn't notice.

Actually, it was hard not to notice. Things had changed for Theo, because sometimes Y/N wouldn't even eat at the Slytherin table anymore, and if she did she sat beside Pansy and someone-anyone- other than him. She no longer walked with him to class and he barely sat beside her in class.

Theo would walk to class like he wanted to set the whole castle on fire, and if he saw that his usual seat beside his beloved best friend was taken he'd sit behind them and glare lasers into the back of the poor students head.

And while almost every other student was scarred to even breathe the wrong way around the boy his friends found the entire thing incredibly amusing. Especially since Pansy had filled them all in on Y/N's behalf.

The Ravenclaw girl was sitting outside on the fourth day, enjoying the sun by herself as she sat on a bench and read her new book. The spot had nothing blocking the sun from her, not even clouds.

But then a large shadow came over her. She looked up to see a fuming Theodore with dark circles under his eyes and his normally messy hair was messier than usual, as though he had been tossing and turning all night then running his hand through it countless times.

Seeing him like this was no good. It just made her feel bad for putting a distance between them. Worst part was that it didn't work. She still had feelings for him and she was still longing for something more with him.

She opens her mouth to greet him but doesn't get the chance to get the first syllable out when he interrupts her, "Why've you been avoiding me?" He demands, his voice rougher and raspier than usual.

"I-" she huffed out a breath, she supposed there was no time like the present, and maybe confessing and rejection would help her get over him, "Because I like you Theo, and with you being all touchy then hooking up or flirty with some other girl. It confused me and I thought putting some space between us would help me get over you."

Theo went silent. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to reject her, but he didn't know if he liked her back. She took his silence as an answer and sucked in a breath.

She had known being rejected would hurt, but she didn't think it would hurt that badly. She smiled up at him and tried her best not to cry. Closing her book she stood, "Nice talking to you Theo." She said before walking away and letting the tears fall.

She didn't go to breakfast the following morning, she didn't go to any classes, or any meals. Theo missed her presence entirely, because even though while she had put distance between the he could still see her, but now she wasn't there.

That night Theo realized something.

He realized he was an oblivious idiot. Because he hadn't treated Y/N as a best friend in years, instead he's been treating her like she was his girlfriend. And he'd seen her as his girlfriend, which was probably why he always thought of her when she wasn't around. Why when he was with another girl it was her he was thinking of, her he found himself wishing he were doing these things to.

Immediately he jumped out of bed, putting on shoes before he ran out of the Slytherin common room and up to Ravenclaw tower.

Answering the riddle with ease he bounded up the stairs to her dorm three at a time. By the time he was at her door he was breathless and red cheeked. He knocked gently and she answered right away.

She frowned looking up at the brown haired boy who lacked a shirt and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and runner, "Teddy what are you-"

Theo pulled her by the waist and held her flush against him. Leaning down he kissed her, she froze, not sure what to do before she realized she was kissing him back.

uh don't really like this, go lazy with the ending.

sorry

#theo nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #not edited #imagine #theodore nott #hogwarts #Pansy Parkinson #enzo berkshire #Slyherin #Ravenclaw #oblivious #best friends

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pansy-picnics · 11 months

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ilmari and emery are slowly becoming one of my favorite duos + weird ass middle schooler emery for the soul

also, heres an older comic i made, possible warning for somewhat heavy discussions of death/existentialism (?) idk really, just be aware of that LOL

anyways, here, ilmari (17) and emery (12) find an abandoned baby bird, attempt to raise it, and have a discussion about how ilmari views the subject of death and mortality

#pansy-art #rapunzels tangled adventure #tangled the series #tangled kids #vat7k #varian and the 7 kingdoms #varian and the seven kingdoms #emery #ilmari #they are best friends btw their flavors of autism are just constantly clashing w each other

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dailyeca · 3 months

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INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — A rosebud, more stem than petal. A teacup, with a steeping sachet of lavender. It will take time. But they will wait for each other.

portrait on its lonesome (disco elysium style is so. difficult hkjh i blend colors too much and am too cautious about palettes to be able to pull it off, does not help im a warm colored art kinda guy)

Dialogue: AUTHORITY — Don't let this perp get the last word! Who does he think he is, talking to you like that? RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] — Who *do* you think he is? PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] — Someone with a permanent frown. LOGIC [Easy: Success] — Someone who's a criminal. CONCEPTUALIZATION [Formidable: Success] — Someone who's an artist. HALF-LIGHT [Medium: Success] — Someone with two brass knuckles and the know-how to use them. ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Hard: Failure] — Someone who doesn't seem a lotta fun to be around! VOLITION [Heroic: Success] — …Someone who fell through the cracks. SHIVERS [Godly: Success] — Some 20-odd years ago, a kindergarten runaway is herded into the metal belly of packed public transport and emerges reborn in a new city, baptized and spitting up the holy water in the wake of an identity you could barely say was remade as much as it was, simply, made. SHIVERS — He drowns again at age 7, at age 14, and every year thereafter, water filthier and colder every time, treading without a shore in sight. Even as his limbs grow leaden, come hell or high water, he maintains that stepping foot on land after so long will doom him. INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — He doesn't even know who he is anymore; he just feigns indifference. He is a ladybeetle inversed - in the same way there are dots of yin and yang. Stiff belief that there will always be bad in the good. Living proof that there is good in the bad. He will never shed the former, nor acknowledge the latter. EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — Not now, at least. Not with you, and not without time.

#eca orichird #daily eca #worked HARD on this; LOVED writing for this hajksh skills my best friend skills!! <33 wish i could have include more actually hkjh #DRAMA - SIRE HE BEARS FALSE WITNESS REGULARLY! TO HIS OWN PERSON AS WELL!!#ESPRIT DE CORPS - The lieutenant takes note of the guy's stance. A single pad of his finger makes cold contact with the gun at his side.#PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - oh yeah this guy's scrawny but he's no fucking pansy. you see that scowl? bet /he/ hasn't cried for years. unlike you #ENCYCLOPEDIA - Repression in psychoanalytic theory is the exclusion of distressing memories thoughts from the conscious mind. Often involvi #and for the skills already there: half-light - YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM FIRST!! BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!!!#very difficult perception check shows you his ladybug necklace. shivers tells you about how little Eca got it in the library.#lmao anyway; i made a spelling mistake but was too lazy to edit it bc i already saved it as png lmao. not changing that!!#the background of eca's portrait! on the left you can see a blotch of white on red with a line streaking down. that's the library window :>#on the right is a ladybug hkjh <33 i struggle with even abstract backgrounds so a lot of it is just messing around <33 #took me several tries to paint this and even now i dont think i like it very much but thats okay. painting is hard hkjh #anyway DEEP in the disco elly brainrot. had dreams about it last night hkjgh thats all i think <3

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dewitty1 · 1 year

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My Best Friend, the Serial Killer

trishjames @thusspoketrish

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter, Certain Things Left Untagged to Avoid Spoilers, Dark Humor, Campy/Kitsch Elements, Angst, Serial Killer!Pansy, Draco is a good friend, healer!Draco, Healer!Hermione, cursebreaker!harry, Barista!Pansy, St Mungo's Hospital, Curses, Femme Fatale Trope, Tenderness, Flirting, True Love, self love, Breakups, Best Friends, flatmates, Jealousy, Everyone's a lil messy, Unreliable Narrator, Infidelity (not between Harry and Draco), A Dinner Party From Hell, Alcohol, Draco plays Saint-Saëns, Bisexual Harry, Rituals, Medical Emergency, Murder, Description of blood and wounds, description of dead bodies, Lots of Tea, Draco hates his boss, Bleach Makes Draco Happy, Anal Sex, morally grey behavior, graphic description of violence, H/D Cluefest 2022

Summary:

Draco’s best friend and flatmate Pansy Parkinson is a lot of things: she’s beautiful, intelligent, doting, and a bit unnerving…but Draco loves her all the same, even if he has to clean up after her bloody – ah, messy romantic breakups more than usual. He doesn’t mind, after all, what are best friends for? But Draco starts to question just how far his love can go when Pansy brings home her next victim – ah, boyfriend, Harry Potter.

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The lights were off, save for the yellow glow of the bedside light and the bright, colourful diagnostic charm floating above Potter’s bed to show his vitals. Potter was sitting up in bed, his hospital gown open, exposing his chest and the heavy bandages on his abdomen.

Potter brought a finger to his lips to hush Draco as he stepped further into the room. Granger was curled up on the armchair facing Potter’s bed, sound asleep. Draco nodded and pulled out his wand to cast a Muffliato.

“She’s not going to like that if she wakes up,” Potter rasped.

The corner of Draco’s lip curled as he sidled up beside Potter’s bed. “After the day we’ve all endured, I’m certain she’ll spare us her tirade.” He paused, eyes cast downward, and gestured towards Potter’s stomach. “May I touch you?”

Potter chuckled. “For the man who saved my life, you can do a lot more than that.”

Draco stilled. “There’s no need to make things uncomfortable for me, Potter. Please remember that I’m your Healer.”

Potter bowed his head. “Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry,” he muttered. When he glanced up at Draco, he smiled sheepishly, one hand scratching the back of his neck. “I suppose I don’t know what else to say to the man who saved me.”

Draco cast Cleansing and Protective Charms over his hands and began removing the bandages to expose the shiny pinkened colour of new skin growth across what was most definitely a taut, defined abdomen.

“Sometimes less is more,” Draco said quietly, pocketing his wand. His fingers danced across Potter’s skin, and he gently pressed the tips of his fingers into the thin edges of the puffy, pink skin. “A simple thank you would suffice,” Draco said, continuing to press down on Potter’s stomach with a feather-light touch. “This all seems to be healing nicely, Potter. If everything else checks out, I believe you’ll be home this time tomorrow,” Draco said.

Potter’s hand darted out to wrap around one of Draco’s wrists. “Thank you,”’ he whispered.

Draco’s pulse raced at the touch. Potter’s thumb caressed the bone of his wrist, and as if he’d been burned, Draco yanked himself free with a wince. “There’s no need to thank me, I was doing my job,” he said evenly before continuing his examination. Draco could feel Potter’s eyes on him, but refused to look up from his abdomen.

“The moment that gem came into view, I knew I was a dead man. I was already saying my goodbyes in my head before it knocked me out. I never should have taken the Dolohov vault job,” Potter said quietly.

Draco nodded. “The entire magical world would agree with you. Did you accidentally touch it?” Draco finally glanced up at him.

Tiny creases appeared between Potter’s eyebrows. “I think I was drawn to it...I remember fighting like hell to get away from it. There must’ve been some sort of spell, but I can fight off an Imperius, so why wouldn’t I be able to fight off the lure of some gaudy jewellery?” Potter smiled crookedly at him. Draco found it strangely charming.

Draco frowned, and finally made the connection between the vault and his aunt. “There have been studies made to show that certain Dark lures can be stronger than others based on the strength of intent or if the individual casting is wholly human. I would wait a month before surrounding yourself with potential Creatures, spells, or objects that have a strong lure, as your magical core will still be healing from the effects of the gem. There were rumours that my dear Aunt Bella and Dolohov were a thing, and an Imperius would’ve been a child’s game to her in protecting precious jewels from him. She was always so paranoid, her murderous intent would absolutely heighten an Imperius. She would’ve killed anyone that knew of her relationship with Dolohov, especially since she was strictly considered Voldemort’s plaything.”

Potter shook his head slowly, that smile still in place. “That’s…a lot to unpack right now.”

Draco shrugged. “Regardless, your injuries make more sense now that I know it was a Curse possibly created by Bellatrix,” Draco said as he concluded his examination of Potter’s abdomen. He knew from first-hand observation as a teenager the immense joy Bellatrix experienced in Cursing her jewellery gifted to her by Antonin, as she bragged often to Mother about it. She was his favourite mistress and often secured her jewels in his personal vault. “You’re very lucky to be alive.”

“Am I supposed to feel this sore if I’m lucky?”

Draco strained not to smile. “Soreness is expected, considering your injury. I can give you something for the discomfort, if you need it?”

Potter laughed. “Nah. I reckon I’ll survive.”

Draco nodded and then flicked his wand to project Potter’s vital signs. “Everything looks great. I think we can get you walking around in the next hour. I’d like to get some concentrated nutrient potions in you, and then once you have a successful bowel movement, we’ll get you discharged.”

“I can get up now,” Potter said, trying to twist his body towards Draco, wincing as his abdomen contracted.

Draco shook his head and placed a firm hand on Potter’s shoulder to stop him. “Those magical sutures aren’t a hundred percent fool-proof, and you are all fool, Potter. Don’t press your luck.” Draco wanted to kick himself. He hadn’t meant to revert to petty insults with Potter. This wasn’t Hogwarts, and Draco wasn’t a child anymore. Potter was his patient, and vulnerable, and didn’t deserve Draco’s silly ire. Before he could apologise, however, Potter began to laugh.

“Wanker,” Potter said fondly, wincing as he held his abdomen and laughed before settling against his pillows. “I’m not used to sitting around.” Potter’s smile was rakish, and it stirred something dormant in the pit of Draco’s stomach, which Draco belatedly recognised as lust. Merlin. Potter was too fit for his own good.

And so Draco continued to frown at him. “There’s no rush, Potter. Listen to your body. I’ll have a Magi-nurse come round to help you sit up properly and walk the floor. Until then, relax. Watch the newly integrated Muggle telly we have, or wake up Granger and talk her ear off, do anything but strain yourself.”

Potter’s gaze was curious. “Hermione told me you were different. She talks about you nonstop, actually. Always going on about how brilliant you are and how much you’ve changed since Hogwarts, but I never wanted to believe it. How could a git like you suddenly grow a conscience?”

Draco quirked a brow. “Hogwarts was a very long time ago, Potter.”

Potter glanced over at Granger. “That’s what Hermione said. She wants me to keep an open mind to the post-war world, as if I’m not aware of my surroundings and the changes happening around me every day,” Potter sighed.

Draco bit back a laugh. “Granger has a funny way of framing the obvious in ways that feel earth-shattering,” he said dryly.

Potter laughed, baring his teeth, his entire face lighting up. “She certainly has that skill down pat. But she’s rarely wrong. I was certainly wrong about you, and who you might be, post war.”

Draco absent-mindely licked his lips, unable to fight the blush that crept over his cheeks as Potter’s eyes followed the movement. He took two long steps back from Potter’s bed and bowed slightly. “I have no qualms admitting that I was not the sort of adolescent you should’ve entrusted your care to. I can understand why it would colour your perception of me today.”

Potter nodded and held his right hand out. “You could assure me I’ve entrusted my care to the right sort now, Malfoy.”

Draco stared blankly at the stretch of Potter’s palm. It looked calloused. “Well, I did save your life, isn’t that enough?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Potter teased, hand still outstretched, and a rakish smile still in place.

Another ripple of desire tore through Draco, even as he scowled at Potter’s outstretched hand. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about Potter’s insolent behaviour that Draco found positively riveting. Without further thought, Draco grasped Potter’s hand, only slightly surprised when Potter’s grip tightened, and he gently tugged Draco forward.

He was right. The plain of Potter’s hand was rough. It felt good against Draco’s softer skin.

“Thank you for saving my life. When I came to and saw you – saw that it was you, I…” Potter closed his eyes briefly and a deep sigh escaped him. “I didn’t know what was happening and there you were, surrounded by all this light and I thought – I didn’t know what I thought, I was so frightened. And then you whispered to me, that I was okay, that I was going to make it, and I – I knew I wanted to trust you, that I could trust you. So, thank you Malfoy…Draco…for saving me.”

That tender feeling was once again growing in Draco’s chest, but this time Draco allowed it to rush through him. “You’re so very welcome, Potter,” Draco whispered.

Potter’s thumb caressed the inside of Draco’s wrist. “Call me Harry.”

Draco opened his mouth to protest, but a magazine landed at the foot of the bed and drew his attention away. His hand slipped free from Harry’s Potter’s as he turned to face an irate Granger.

Potter chuckled. “Told you she wouldn’t like it.”

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unfathomable-understanding · 1 year

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Here’s a little something for @magicaltrans ‘s Magical Trans Fest 2022 ! With the prompt : name choosing. There are some Easter eggs that will make sense in the next days’ drawings hehe (also, just in case, Draco says no to Percival because of Percy Weasley)

ID: A digital drawing of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy as children, laying on the floor and deciding on a new name for Pansy. Pansy has a bob cut with bangs, as well as a dress and an open coat on top of it. Their hands are crossed on their chest, where they’re holding a necklace with a square plate. Draco has his arms open. He’s wearing a long sleeved shirt with details on the sleeves and collar, as well as pants with the same detail in the middle of each leg. He has a dubious expression. The drawing is made with brown and white, some parts like clothes or hair being slightly lighter than the lineart. The dialogue reads:

Pansy : Hmm… Patton.

Draco: No.

P: What about Percival ?

D: If you do that I’m never talking to you again.

P: Pellanor ?

D: What the heck ?

End ID.

#it’s currently November 29th btw. If I don’t do it now I’ll never do it so I’m programming a post for the first time ever lol #magical trans fest #magical trans fest 2022 #Pansy Parkinson #Draco malfoy #they’re childhood best friends btw in case you didn’t know #it’s not an headcanon at this point that’s just how it is. they are #trans hp #trans Pansy Parkinson

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machiavellli · 6 months

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If the slytherins had socials…part IV

<- Part III

-> Part V

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amethyste-7urquoise · 1 year

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Draco Black Chapter 1 : The Shock

Draco woke up that day with a strange feeling, a sort of lump in his throat. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, thinking that he had probably caught a cold, after all, it was winter so it wasn't impossible. In any case, he didn't think to tell his friends about his condition and pretended that everything was fine.

So he got up, went to the Slytherin bathroom and washed as usual. At the end of this one, while passing in front of the mirror, he took the time to look at himself; he who put a point of honor to always be perfect, he had to realize that he had changed a lot. Not that he didn't take care of himself anymore, that was out of the question, hygiene was something extremely important to him, but he had for example dark circles that he couldn't get rid of, he was also thinner than before, having lost muscles and his hair had thinned out a lot, going from blond to almost white.

Since the lord had been at Malfoy Manor, it was true that he had undergone some physical changes, certainly due to stress. The blond really didn't like the fact that Voldemort had returned and even less that he had decided to stay in his manor. In fact, the older he got, the less he agreed with his father's and the dark lord's ideas, he finally realised that some of them were absurd. He had stopped saying the insult "Mudblood" for example. In fact, he had stopped calling names and doing all the dirty work. Indeed, since the Dark Lord had returned and his father had gone back to work for him, Draco was less popular and less liked, so he knew better than to make a fuss.

But anyway, the point is that he had changed physically and he didn't like it. He sighed and finally took his eyes off the mirror, wiped himself off and dressed in one of his trusty black turtleneck jumpers, chino trousers and elegant shoes, both in the same colour as the jumper. He ran a hand through his hair and simply brushed it to the side without dwelling on it further before leaving the bathroom, ready at last. He glanced casually around the room to see who was up and who was not and was not surprised to see that Blaise Zabini - one of his best friends - was up and doing his morning workout while waiting for the bathroom to become available, to see that Theodore Nott - a faithful friend - was still dozing, sitting on his bed, still shocked to see Blaise so energetic in the morning, or to see that Gregory Goyle and Vincent Grabbe - his pooches - were still sleeping, snoring loudly. The blond had this scene every morning without exception.

After everyone was up and dressed, they went down to the common room to join Pansy Parkinson, who was waiting for them, already ready. Pansy was Draco's best friend and Draco loved her very much, but strangely enough, everyone thought that they were a couple when they were not and certainly never will be for the simple reason that Pansy was attracted to women and only to women. Draco and Blaise were the only ones who knew this information about the girl. At the time, following this revelation, Blaise had also taken the opportunity to reveal his preference for men. Draco hadn't judged them on their orientation and didn't even care, they liked who they wanted after all, but it's true that all this had made him think about his own sexuality. Since then, even if he was still not sure, he was saying more and more that he could see himself going out with both genders, women being impressive and beautiful and men being sexy and sweet; everything he liked.

The blonde came out of his thoughts when Pansy called out to him, he tilted his head slightly to listen.

Yes?" he asked simply.

- Are you alright, Draco? You look paler than usual... she repeated, looking genuinely concerned for her friend.

- Is that so? I don't even notice it anymore...

- It's true that you're really white, man. added the dark-haired man.

The blond shrugged, not wanting to talk about this subject so as not to worry them further before starting to leave without really waiting for them. His two best friends looked at each other blankly, understanding this, before simply following him.

On their way to the Great Hall, they discussed their future classes and the various rumours that could be heard about them, openly enjoying themselves. When they arrived, the hall was full, as if they were the only ones missing to make it truly complete. Of course, as always, everyone watched as they went to their seats to have breakfast.

At the opposite end of the room, at the Gryffindors' table, there was a dark-haired man with glasses who was staring at them as the other students sat down. Harry had been watching his nemesis carefully but secretly for some time and he had to admit that the latter had changed a lot, and that worried him slightly. It burned his throat to admit it, but yes, Harry did have a form of concern for his enemy. Not specifically for himself, after all the years of being teased about his looks and those of his friends, he deserved what he got! But he thought that if he was in this state, it was potentially because of Voldemort. And if Voldemort managed to put the Malfoy's in this physical state, it meant that he was certainly cruel and abominable, and that's what worried him most.

[.....]

After a few minutes, all the owls of the students who had just received a letter or a gift made their appearance and dropped the various things in front of their recipients. Draco received two letters, one from his father and the other from St. Mungotistis Hospital. This worried him as his father never wrote to him, it was always his mother; and not for nothing did St. Mungo's send letters. He opened one of the two first, somewhat randomly - it was the one from the hospital - and then read it with pumpkin juice in hand.

"Dear Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy,

We regret to inform you that your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, née Black, died yesterday, September 12, 1996, at 8:05 pm due to a complication of an illness.

Burial will take place on September 15, 1996 in Godric's Hollow Cemetery.

We are very sorry for your loss,

Sincerely.

St. Mungotistis Hospital."

Draco dropped his glass, shattering on the table, spilling juice everywhere. The noise caused everyone to turn towards him, but he didn't care. His eyes returned again and again to the phrase 'Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, née Black, has passed away'. He couldn't believe it. Without even realising it, he dropped his famous mask of coldness, revealing his panicked and hurt expression for all to see. He quickly opened his father's letter to read it.

"Draco,

Narcissa has passed away.

You must have received the letter from the hospital anyway. She had an accident, she died instantly. Doctors say she didn't suffer.

I've already sent a request to Dumbledore for permission for you to come to the funeral on the 15th.

Lucius."

The blond man had a second of absence, the world was crumbling around him. His stomach hurt, his head hurt, his eyes hurt. He wanted to cry, to cry like a calf. He could only see her fatal words in those letters, the sound around him was muffled and his ears were ringing, as if a bomb had exploded too close to him. He came back to reality violently when he felt a soft hand on him. It was Pansy.

"- Draco?... Are you alright?..." She asked with extreme gentleness as she saw the state of her friend.

Draco felt like throwing up, he dropped the pieces of paper he had crumpled up without realizing it and got up quickly to leave the Great Hall just as fast. Blaise quickly took the letters so that no one else would read them and got up with the brunette to try to catch up with the blond.

2/?

#sorry for my english #drarry #harry x draco #hogwarts #vangeance #lucius malfoy #severus snape #pansy parkinson #blaize zabini #best friend #Shock

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