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beforeoursunsets · 3 years

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Unsilenced {Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader}

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Blurb: You and Malfoy hated one another, until one day, he discovered your hidden talent.

Inspired By: link here

Word Count: 2.22k

Blood Status: Any

House: Slytherin

Warnings: None

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Draco Malfoy just finished doing rounds for the night, and was on his way back to the Slytherin dorms when he heard you.

Tucked in the corner of the girl’s lavatory, you sang to Moaning Myrtle to calm her cries. This was the routine. Almost every day you went in there just to talk or sing to Myrtle; she was lonely, just as you were, and that sparked sympathy deep within your heart.

The curious boy stepped closer to the bathroom door, trying to eavesdrop the best he could. An ear pressed against the door, Draco listened to an unnamed girl singing melodically and her soothing voice echoed off of the walls inside.

Although tempted to step inside and uncover the identity of the only girl able to calm down Moaning Myrtle, he decided against it and continued his walk back to the dorms.

You left Myrtle only a few moments later, making sure the corridor was clear before stepping out. Making sure to avoid any and all prefects, in addition to nasty Filch and Mrs. Norris, you successfully snuck back into the Slytherin common room.

Getting into bed that night, Draco Malfoy could not get you out of his head, beating himself up for not taking a peek inside.

Just above the Great Hall was Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, and there he would sit by the door, listening with his eyes closed and body relaxed.

There was something about your voice that attracted him, and throughout the following weeks he would go back each night to catch a glimpse of it. Draco had a routine. On the days he was required to monitor the corridors, he would lazily check them all before camping out on the second floor.

“What do you think you're doing, boy! Get up!” Filch startled him.

Draco scrambled to his feet, conjuring any excuses he could. Normally, he would give the man a piece of his mind, but at the time he was far more worried about you getting caught.

Filch noticed the sound coming from the bathroom, “Someone in there?” He asked threateningly, an accusing expression plastered on his face.

In response, the blond moved next to the door, muttering a quick silencing charm over the lavatory. Your voice was silenced to the outside, and with one last glare, Filch walked away from you both.

With a relieved sigh, Draco reversed the charm and went right back to his old spot.

After that, he remembered to always keep an extra eye out for Filch. He couldn’t risk you getting in trouble, not when your voice seemed to be the only thing to give him a sense of comfort.

The next day you were halfway into the Potions classroom when that same boy, of all people, stuck his foot out and tripped you for the third time this week. “Watch where you’re going, git.” He sneered.

The insult struck you unusually deep, but nevertheless you rolled your eyes, getting off the floor and finding your seat without another word. Refusing him a reaction this time, Draco then wondered why his fellow Slytherin was acting so… oddly passive. Later assuming it was because of his reputation, he forgot about the entire encounter and went about his day.

Later on that night, you found yourself back in the girls’ lavatory. Except this time, instead of calming Moaning Myrtle’s cries you joined her. During dinner, you received a letter from your mother, threatening to pull you out of school unless you improved marks in Transfiguration class.

Your marks in Transfiguration were far above average, near perfect even, but they were still below the standards of your parents. Remembering the beating you came home to last time, your eyes spilled with tears, frightened of what punishments may come next.

This frustrated you. Nothing in your life felt permanent. Your parents made sure of this, constantly reminding you of the control they had over your life. At least twice a year, they would pull you out of school to home-study, their obsessiveness overwhelming.

“I don’t know what to do, Myrtle.” You wept, “I can’t keep doing this.”

You heard no reply from the girl, as she was crying so hysterically in sympathy for you she couldn't manage a response. It was almost pathetic, crying to a ghost. But Myrtle was the closest thing you had to a friend around here.

Deciding to leave early that night, you picked up your bag, song book, and guitar case before saying goodbye.

“I’m sorry Myrtle, but I can’t sing tonight. Not like this.” You said, your throat feeling constricted. “I’ll see you tomorrow,”

Draco had never heard you actually speak before, not inside the bathroom at least. He sensed something familiar about your voice, but wasn’t able to figure out who it belonged to until you caught him yourself.

Cheeks still stained with tears, you opened the door, only to scream when you saw Draco Malfoy on the other side, his head still turned. Absolutely shocked by the sudden reveal, he clamped a hand over your mouth, saying, “Shh, you’re going to get us in trouble.”

Letting you go, you took a step back while trying to catch your breath and calm down simultaneously. “Were you just spying on me?” You accused, glaring up at him.

Malfoy felt embarrassed, his face warm, but ultimately decided to shift the focus of your conversation. “Were you just crying?” He shot back.

Seeing the guitar in your left hand made his heart drop to the floor. It was you. Y/N L/N, he repeated in his head, over and over again. He couldn’t believe it.

“For your information, that was Myrtle, not me.” You replied, trying to hide the thickness in your voice. Malfoy eyed you carefully before letting you go, too wrapped up in shock to think.

As you sped down the hallway, you heard him call out, “The only reason I’m not taking points is because you’re a Slytherin, not because I pity you.” Hiding behind his aggression seemed to be the only viable option, as there was not a chance in hell that Draco would openly compliment your voice.

At least not right now.

Ignoring his arrogant tone, you kept walking without turning back, your cheeks blazing hot with embarrassment.

From then on, you were in the forefront of Draco’s mind. For weeks. He had grown so fond of your voice that when your identity was uncovered, the built up affections inevitably spilled onto you.

You wondered why the bullying stopped so suddenly. One day he was a complete arse, and the next? It’s like nothing ever happened.

The two of you still hadn’t spoken since that night, of course. You were equally embarrassed by the encounter, but that didn’t stop either of you from stealing secret glances.

One day, while leaving the Great Hall following breakfast, you felt someone knock into you aggressively. Losing your balance, you hit the ground hard, surely bruising an elbow or two. Your bookbag was now ripped, textbooks and sheet music scattering around you.

Crabbe and Goyle looked down at you, laughing, “Good one Goyle, the pathetic Slytherin Singer is finally where she belongs--”

Draco stood by them silently, his expression unreadable. You made knowing eye contact for a moment before breaking it to collect your belongings.

“--At our feet.” Goyle finished, smirking triumphantly as if their jab at you had been effective.

The truth is, it was. The Slytherin Singer? That caught you completely off guard.

Standing up, you decided you’ve had enough. With a big shove, you sent both boys stumbling backwards. “Stay away from me, you chickenshit little punks.”

Enraged, Crabbe lunged at you, but was ultimately held back by Malfoy. “That’s enough.” He said, stopping them, “Let’s just get to class.” Dragging the two imbeciles away from you, he sent you a small wink before turning his head, leaving you utterly flustered by the entire encounter.

I cannot believe I just did that, you thought.

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The next two weeks went by in a blur. You felt like you were back into the usual routine: wake up, go to school, do homework, sing to Myrtle, and sometimes steal snacks from the Kitchen. It was all smooth sailing until, one night, idiot Malfoy decided to shamelessly waltz right into the girl’s lavatory.

Completely startled, you fought back a scream and let your guitar clatter to the floor. Seeing as you’ve been caught by your prefect you scrambled to come up with an excuse to be out past curfew.

“So you really are the Slytherin Singer” He questioned with a smirk, motioning to your guitar case and lyrics scattered around you both. Obviously, Draco had already known this fact, but wanted to maintain an ignorant impression.

“Well--” You began, “You see, I--”

“I find that quite admirable, actually,”

You blink a few times, processing the sudden… compliment?

“You what?”

“--all these years of her crying, and you have been the only person to ever get her to shut up,” He chuckled lightheartedly.

In response you swatted his leg twice, one for being rude to Myrtle, and two for acting so shocked. “Thank you, but you do realize this is the girls bathroom, right?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“You realize this is way past curfew?” He replied with that stupidly charming, somewhat condescending smile. “--right?”

Rolling your eyes again you began packing your things. “No, no,” He stopped you, “I’m not kicking you out. I’m thinking about camping out here, actually.”

Before you could speak, he sat down and crossed his legs beside you, picking up a sheet of paper to his right. “Muggle music?” He asked, “Really?”

You snatched the piece of paper right out of his hands, followed by a suspicious glare. “Malfoy. What the hell.”

“What? You’re gonna sing like that everyday and expect no one to hear you? Could’ve at least used a silencing charm, rookie.” He teased.

You scoffed, suppressing a laugh. “I can’t tell if that was an insult.”

“Hm,” He paused, “I can’t either.”

This time you let out a small laugh, “No but seriously, what on earth are you doing here?” You reiterated, moving away from him slightly.

“I just wanted to hear you sing again, that’s all.” He responded simply.

Moaning Myrtle speculated silently, watching from above their awkward interaction for her own entertainment.

“I’m here to sing for Myrtle, not you.” You deadpanned, “So I’m sure she would not appreciate you breaking in.”

Cutting off Draco before he could even begin, the little girl spoke up, “I’m okay, you two keep going.” She said in a quiet voice, then moving to eavesdrop from a faraway stall.

“That sounded like approval to me.”

“Fine, but I still don’t know why you’re here. You hate me.” You replied, still watching his every move.

“Who says I hate you?” Malfoy responded, your interest peaking.

Clarifying, he added, “Okay yes I trip you now and then, but that’s just to get you to try and talk to me. You don’t talk to anyone.”

Taken aback, you scoffed, “So when you want to talk to someone, you purposely go out of your way to trip them?”

You paused. “Is this your sick and twisted version of flirting?”

Draco laughed at your jest, “I see the flawed logic, okay?”

As he spoke your fingers lazily strummed against the guitar strings, partly out of habit. The acoustics in the bathroom were always so lovely, the sound of your voices constantly echoing back to you.

“Why did your friends call me the ‘Slytherin Singer’? Does everyone know I come here?” You asked, reigniting the conversation.

He felt his face grow red. “You told them, didn’t you.” You said, answering for him.

“No comment there.”

Scoffing lightheartedly, you replied, “Just don’t tell anyone else, okay? This isn’t exactly something I’m proud of.”

“Are you kidding? You have loads of talent, Y/N, I don’t know why you feel the need to hide it.” He motioned to your sheet music full of scribbles and annotations. “But if you really feel that way, your secret is safe with me.

“I hide it because not having friends is not something I boast about. Don’t get me wrong, Myrtle is great, but with her as my only outlet it starts to get a little lonely.”

Nudging your shoulder, Draco responded, “Hey, you can always come sing for me, I don’t mind.”

After thanking him, you managed to finally cut off the conversation just a few minutes later. You were ready to get up and out of there, flipping the dust off your skirt as Malfoy stood beside you. He helped carry your belongings, making it easier to sneak through the empty corridors without being held down by all the weight.

Finally safe inside the common room, you felt like you could breathe. He handed you your guitar that he’d been holding, and fixed his hair.

“Well,” He began with a deep breath, “I guess that concludes the night.” He said, looking down at you.

“I guess it does. One that will never happen again.” You emphasized, making his face brighten.

“No promises, L/N.”

You began walking away, mind racing, when he added, “Oh and by the way--”

He turned you around.

“Next time you decide to push someone, try putting your weight into it.”

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babyybitchhh · 4 years

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Thotty Thursday: Part 2

The second installment of Thotty Thursday is upon us. Rejoice, heathens!

Now, let me just say that I’m picking dudes at random while trying to keep things balanced between old shows and new ones but ... y’all really bout to notice some patterns the more we do this so I’m just gonna wait for someone to call me out tbh. 😰

FYI, I like to think of myself as an equal opportunist thirster and if a dude is hot then he’s hot. I’m not one to question this shit. But when you get right down to it I have like four types: high IQ smarty pants, dummy thicc, dad and bad boy bastard. Our next snack belongs in the last category, without question.

He’s honestly prettier than me and that is not an exaggeration but don’t let his good looks fool you

This Arabian Nights styled dime piece has a mean streak a mile wide. Because of Reasons, ofc, but that don’t change the facts

Not only did he once punch a child in the face for no other reason than to assert his dominance (fact) he also pretended to cry in front of the person he hates most just to laugh about how they fell for his (flawlessly executed) act

He honestly may or may not have a few screws loose but that’s part of the appeal, you see. It adds a dash of spice to the meal

And you know what they say about crazy bitches in bed 😏

Full disclosure, I started reading Magi: Labyrinth of Magic before the anime aired and his name was originally translated as Judal so that’s what he’s always going to be in my mind. The official translation is Judar, and I respect that, but at the end of the day I do not know her

Judar who?

Can I also just take a moment to point out that gloriously long, thick braid he’s sporting tho

This man has hair for days and there’s just something I find incredibly attractive about that

I want to take it all down and carefully comb through it, play with it and style it again

Really show him the attention he deserves

If he decided to suffocate me with it, well, I guess I wouldn’t complain about that either

Now, the setting alone had my interest PIQUED right out the gate because I love Middle Eastern inspired aesthetics and I truly don’t think it’s utilized as a setting half as much as it deserves to be. It’s very beautiful imo and the anime team did a pretty good job of capturing that vibe but if I’m being honest I think the manga was better (up to a point)

However there ain’t nothing quite like seeing your man move on screen or hearing his voice with your own two ears and when I say Judal put on a show each time he showed up ... 🥵

I think I can safely say my pussy clenched whenever I got so much as a whiff of him possibly making an appearance, PHEW

He’s just so pretty and mean

My favorite combo tbh

“But why do you like mean boys so much 🤔?” You ponder aloud and my answer to that is “I don’t know. I just do.”

Judal gets my kitty purring for a variety of reasons but the biggest is probably that I can’t look at him without imagining myself as his feisty little slave girl, wearing nothing but sheer silk and delicate gold chains, completely at his mercy ...

Oops, did I say that out loud? 😳

I mean, can you really blame me when he’s running around in those baggy harem pants though?? Can you really???

So the first thing you probably thought was: damn. This guy kinda dressed like a thot 👀

And you’re not wrong

Does he HAVE to dress like that? Strictly speaking, no. But I am definitely not complaining about his fashion choices

His titties are so close to popping out of that tiny little shirt that we’d be getting nip slips left, right and center if he had any more meat on his bones than that and trust me when I say he did that shit on purpose

This boy is SUCH a fucking tease and he loves the attention it gets him - first and foremost because he’s used to being the CENTER of attention but we’ll get more into that a little bit later

Hes just a tad 👌 narcissistic, loves to show off, definitely bipolar and is in a constant state of feeling himself so he’s hitting all his marks as far as I’m concerned

In short, he’s perpetually oozing big dick fuck boy energy and I live for it

That’s why he’s always showing up with that stank ass attitude, he knows damn well he can pull the baddest bitch around AND her man too

He’d fuck you and your boyfriend at the same time just to prove a point, that’s actually how petty he is

Honestly though I’d like to see ANYbody maintain their resolve when he’s laying on the charm and Judal’s just cruel enough to do it for shits and giggles

Probably wakes up in the middle of his sprawling imperial bed at two in the afternoon and says something like “damn, I need a little pick me up today” and then proceeds to manipulate and harass his lucky unfortunate victim of choice

He’s relentless too and will stop at absolutely nothing to get what he wants, even if that means breaking you in the process

Again, I like the challenge he represents

But also I just like a man who can make me cry 🤷‍♀️

And I don’t doubt he absolutely would. Tears probably turn him on tbh and I’m positive he’s got a bit of a yandere streak too

Are y’all seeing those patterns yet??

So did you guys notice that wand he keeps twirling around like a goddamn baton?

He’s a magic user, or in this case a magi which means he’s literally at the top of the food chain in this universe

He’s special special

Every ounce of confidence he has is rightfully deserved and even tho he’s not the strongest per say, he IS extremely powerful and his destiny as a magi is to influence the world

THE WHOLE ASS WORLD YA’LL

That’s why he’s got such a big fucking ego

I promise these aren’t major spoilers, so you don’t have to worry about that

When he was still a (too precious for words) child, he was abducted by an evil cult so that they could manipulate him and use his powers to influence shit in a bad way. The exact details of what they did to him are hazy, but based on the snippets we did get it seems like they basically put Judal on a pedestal and raised him as if he were some kind of god or a king

I’m talking waiting on him hand and foot, giving him whatever he wanted, essentially worshiping him and using persuasive mind control magic to convince him that he’s the best thing to happen since sliced bread

And it worked

Can you tell exactly how fucked up this kid is right now

Keep in mind here that I’m not saying his screwed up personality isn’t the result of some seriously bad mojo

Magi are supposed to be what tips the scales of fate in this setting which, generally, means for the betterment of the world and this whack ass cult pointedly steered him down a path he otherwise would not have gone

But it’s this tragic past of his that really brings the whole package together

He could be a mean pretty boy for no other reason than because he wants to and I’d still drop into a split on his cock

I like mean for the sake of mean too

It’s just that knowing what made him the way he is gives us the perfect amount of insight to truly feel sympathetic despite all the bad shit he has done and will continue to do

Personally, it makes me want to be the one to show him genuine, tender affection no matter how much he’s initially appalled by the mere suggestion so in a lot of ways it’s similar to how I feel towards Hiei

But that doesn’t mean I want him to change and start being n - 🤢 start being nice - 🤮

He’s perfect just the way he is and there’s just something about big, confident egos that gets me going like little else

And Judal seems to truly believe he’s the greatest gift the world has ever received and he’s not wrong about that imo so yeah he definitely has an attitude problem

But that also means he’s a spoiled brat tho and he’s definitely one of those dudes who needs to be dommed on occasion to really get the full experience 👀

I am not too shy to pin him down and milk his cock for all it’s worth, that is all I’m saying fam

And can I just point out how breathtakingly gorgeous he’d look all flushed and sweaty, whimpering like a needy little bitch in heat while having his prostate relentlessly teased for hours on end?

Goodness, it suddenly got HOT in here, is that just me??? 💦

Ofc the only way that’s gonna happen is if he allows it - which I don’t see being a common occurrence - but that’s why you gotta take advantage of that shit when it does 👀

On the topic of Judal being spoiled, I want to mention that there are actually TWO very different backdrops that I can thot around with him in, and I like that

There’s the fantasy Middle East setting ofc which I personally can’t get enough of

I’m wearing the slave girl Leiah outfit in my mind right now btw

But he also spends a lot of time in this worlds version of ancient China complete with all the dramatic robes and elegant architecture to really set the mood

He has an entire imperial palace on lock and if that doesn’t get you even a little bit horny then idk what to tell you

The royal family for the most part treats him like one of their own despite not being related in any way, if that tells you exactly how much clout he pulls in this setting, and even tho they’re essentially using him for their own gain Judal doesn’t seem to mind it one bit

He likes being at the top and having the freedom to do whatever he wants so if that means doing a little dirty work for the Kou Empire then so be it

And I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be a ride or die on these little errands

Like, just imagine this pretty boy pulling up to you on his flying carpet (that’s not a joke or something I just pulled out of my ass btw) and asking if you want to come back to his crib for some fun

You say yes, because you might be a thirsty slut but you’re certainly not STUPID

And he straight up takes you to a fucking palace

Be honest with me guys, how fast do the panties come off tho?

Be real with me here

This is actually just the plot of Aladdin but with the gender roles reversed 🤣

Fr fr though, A Whole New World plays softly in the back of my mind every time I think about this dude, except it’s much darker and ... explicit 😏

But my point here is that Judal’s got basically everything he could ever possibly want so he really just needs a pretty little concubine at his side to complete the picture

And I dead ass feel like it should be ME

When I say this man could get it ....

OOF

He is TROUBLE in its purest form and I regret nothing about my choice in fictional men

Absolutely nothing

He could honestly fuck me up seven ways to Sunday and I’d thank him for the honor

Spit on me, king. Please. I don’t need nothing else to sustain me

Unless you want to throw some of that choice dick in for free? 👀

Lord have MERCY

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