#flutterby-affect

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PLEASEEEE MORE POSSESSIVE JELOUS DRACO🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️YOUR BAD SANTA FIC WAS LITERALLY EVEYTHING. POSSESSIVE MEN GOT ME WEAK

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Flutterby Baby | D.M.

feat. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, draco’s pov, established relationship, possessive!draco, bullying, hurt/comfort, men suck, sort of rough fingering & piv, affectionate degradation if you squint (he refers to her as a plant), blood/fighting

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Draco watched as you pushed your pasta around your plate, staring absently at the whirls of sauce on the porcelain. You’d been quiet the entire meal, only speaking when directly spoken to by your group of friends, and even then, it was half-hearted, brief answers.

Both were unusual for his talkative, carb-loving girl.

He placed a light hand on your thigh, leaning closer to you. The warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your perfume, beckoned him even closer, but he ignored his impulses. “Everything alright, darling?” He asked, low enough that your friends couldn’t hear.

“Yes, just not very hungry,” you said in your pretty little voice, placing your hand over his and pecking his cheek.

He didn’t buy it. “I can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if you’d like,” he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.

You shook your head, another stunning development. You never turned down takeaway. “I’m fine, baby. Thank you, though.”

“Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll make one of these sod’s fetch it for you,” he teased, hoping to get a smile out of you. He didn’t.

Draco sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning back to the conversation he was in the middle of with Theo and Pansy. He continued to watch you in his periphery as you started to play with his fingers, twirling his signet ring around and around. As much as he enjoyed the mindless contact, the delicate brush of your skin, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours.

He had half-a-thought to excuse you both, but he knew that would only draw more attention to your melancholy state, which would likely make you feel even worse. He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.

Casually, he picked up his fork, twirling a bit of his own pasta around the tines. Without breaking away from his conversation, he held the fork up to you, hoping you’d take a bite without really thinking about it. It was a small ritual the two of you developed during lengthy family dinners, something you often did automatically if he offered food to you. He felt you shift forward, your mouth wrap around the small bite, and you ate it.

He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.

The rest of dinner continued like that, Draco keeping your friends talking and distracted while he fed you small bites of his own dinner, your fingers twined with his in your lap. When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.

That night in the common room, you were curled up in your chair by the fire, a book open in your lap while everyone pretended to study around you. He watched your eyes, your hands curled around the cover, and you were motionless. No pages turned, no lines devoured.

His worry deepened. Blaise seemed to notice as well, and gave him a curious look, dark brow raised. And of course, Theo caught the exchange, but turned back to his work, pretending he didn’t.

A prickle of suspicion climbed Draco’s neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.

Very odd, indeed.

But he could worry about Theo later. Draco lifted himself from the couch and walked over to you, dropping onto the floor in front of your chair. He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued “reading” your book. He let his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and tried to think of a way to draw you out of your head.

Lips pressed against his forehead, your perfume wafting over him, and he hummed in appreciation, reaching up to cradle your face. You leaned your cheek into his palm, and he titled his head back a little further to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didn’t seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief. But, he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what exactly was troubling you.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured in his ear, and he blinked in surprise, checking his watch.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock.

“So early, love? Are you feeling alright?” He turned to face you, rising to his knees. The group noticed, but he was too concerned to care. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheek, your neck, but you waved him away.

“I’m fine, D. Just tired,” you said, averting your eyes from his and rising from your chair.

“Baby—”

You leaned down and kissed him again, cutting off his protest. “I love you, I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, pecking his cheek one more time before walking towards the girls dormitory and ascending the stairs.

Draco slumped back to the ground, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“What did you do to her?” Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.

“Nothing,” he snapped, though it was mostly toothless.

“She was acting strangely at dinner too,” Blaise noted. “She didn’t even have dessert.”

“Yeah, and she loves those chocolate things—what are they called?” Theo chimed in.

“Cauldron cakes,” Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.

“Are you going to follow her?” Blaise asked, glancing at the stairs.

“No, he should give her some space,” Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly capable of managing my girlfriend’s needs. Thank you,” he bit, and they fell quiet. He would leave you be, for now, but if you were still in a funk tomorrow evening, he’d be forced to intervene.

You were decidedly still unlike yourself come the following morning, and when he saw you during your shared Potion’s class. He continued to monitor the situation, trying to be patient like you often asked him to be, but that went out the window when you returned from your Herbology class with Theo in tears.

As soon as Draco saw your red and puffy eyes, he was on his feet. You ran straight into his chest, burying your wet face in his robes and digging your chilled hands into his back, trembling as your tears returned in earnest.

“Darling, what’s happened? What’s going on?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shaking torso, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You didn’t respond, just held him tighter as you cried.

Theo tried to slip around the two of you, but Draco pinned him with a glare.

“What happened?” Draco hissed at him.

“Her Flutterby bush is dying,” Theo whispered, and you started to cry harder.

Shit. You’d slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse. You had the greenest thumb Draco had ever encountered, and that plant was your baby. There was no way it would just suddenly die.

Draco raised a brow, and Theo made a ‘tell you later’ face. He nodded his head to dismiss his friend and turned his attention back to you, his poor, sensitive girl.

“Baby, it’s going to be alright. I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s going on—”

You shook you head. “It doesn’t make sense,” you sniffled, your voice muffled by his shirt. “It was perfectly fine. There’s no bugs or blights, I don’t understand.” You lifted your face, cheeks streaked with tears and lashes spikey, your eyes rimmed with red. The state of you made his heart ache.

“It’ll be alright,” he whispered, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and pressing a kiss to your nose. “If anyone can save it, you can. You’re brilliant, love.” He used his sleeve to wipe your eyes and your nose before bundling you into his side. “Come on, relax for a bit with Pansy. That’ll help you think a little more clearly, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him deposit you on the couch beside your friend, who immediately abandoned what she was doing to fuss over you.

He kissed the top of your head, satisfied that you were well looked after for the time being. “I love you, I’ll be right back, okay?” He murmured, and you nodded again.

Theo was waiting for him in the hall. “Okay, so don’t get mad,” he said, holding his hands up.

Draco’s anger instantly flared. “Don’t give me a reason to get mad then.”

“She told me not to tell you because she knew you’d get all—” Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. “All…this.”

“Out with it, Nott,” he growled, fully prepared to punch his best friends nose through the back of his skull. What could you possibly want to keep from him?

“We think someone poisoned her plant,” Theo said, grimacing.

Draco froze, rage flaring so suddenly it darkened his vision. “What?” he snarled.

“We can’t say for sure yet,” Theo said hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the oncoming storm. “But there’s this one guy—”

“Who?”

“Reinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I don’t know, he’s a Gryffindor. But he—Draco, where are you going?”

Draco was already halfway down the hall, formulating a plan in his mind about how to find this guy, and how to make him wish he’d never been born.

Theo grabbed his shoulder. “Listen, I have a better idea than storming the Gryffindor common room,” he said, and Draco paused.

“Go on.”

Draco loitered outside the Greenhouse, hidden by some trees, a stupid plastic ear in his hand. Theo had the other tucked into his robes, and Draco could hear Sprout beginning her lecture through their connection.

Draco sighed. This was ridiculous, he should just waltz in there and figure out exactly who this—

“Hey, y/n,” he heard someone mutter, an unfamiliar male voice, and he immediately held up the ear to listen. “Flutterby’s not lookin’ so good. Maybe I could help clear away some of the dead stuff?”

Draco's ears started ringing so loudly, he almost missed your response.

“I'm killing it just fine on my own, Renley, I don't need any assistance from you.”

He heard Theo snicker in the background, and Draco smiled. Atta girl.

“My mandrakes are thriving, thank you,” Renley replied, his voice tight with indignation. “It's a real shame about yours, though. Probably would have gotten you top marks.”

You didn't respond, and Draco gripped a tree branch to stop himself from charging through the glass to get this audacious fucker.

“Fuck off, Renford,” Theo warned, the feed clouded by his robes rustling.

“It's Renley,” the prick corrected, his voice a little louder, and Draco could practically hear Theo roll his eyes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Oh, this fucker was a dead man walking. “I'm willing to stay after and help you out. I'm good with poisons—”

“Poison’s?” You asked, a snarky lilt to your voice, and Draco loosed a relieved exhale despite the implication. For the first time in days, you sounded like yourself. “Who said anything about poison?”

“Oh, I—uh—”

“Reindeer, how did you know her plant was poisoned?” Theo prodded, his smirk audible.

“I don't! It's obv—it’s probably not p-poison!” Renley stammered.

“What's this about poison?” Sprout interrupted at the same moment Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the treeline.

“Check fucking mate,” Draco mouthed, grinning.

“Professor Sprout, I do believe Renley here just confessed to poisoning y/n’s beloved Flutterby bush,” Theo said.

“Is this true, dearie?” Sprout asked you.

“Yes ma’am, it explains the strange phenomena we noted, as well as the sudden nature of the ailment. Renley’s been taunting me for days, and finally his mouth got ahead of his brain,” you said, poised as a Queen, and Draco was so proud of you it hurt.

Sprout gasped. “Mr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!”

“Crabbe, Goyle, grab him,” Draco ordered, stuffing the ear into his robes.

The two of them lumbered over the door, staying out of sight until the culprit stepped out into the sunlight, and Goyle grabbed Renley by the shoulders and started to drag him back around the Greenhouse.

“Hey! What the fuck—” his words pinched to a strangled whine when he saw Draco and Blaise waiting a few feet away, arms folded over their chests, completely hidden from the rest of campus.

Goyle shoved him to the ground at Draco's feet, and the coward was already sniveling.

Draco crouched down, nose to nose with the fucker that made his girl miserable, and smiled. “Was it worth it, Renley?” Draco asked, his voice low.

“Look, Malfoy. I didn't mean to—”

Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.

Normally, he'd step back and let the others get their hands dirty, but you were his girl. And if anyone was going to defend your honor, it would be him.

“No, no please!” Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.

Draco grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up so he could whisper in his ear. “You're lucky it wasn't poison,” he snarled, and dropped Renley’s head into the dirt. “Leave him on the front steps of the castle,” he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who immediately pulled the boy up and started dragging him back towards the castle.

Blaise chuckled. “That was fucking brutal, mate.”

Draco looked down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, the pain bright and deliciously satisfying, his signet ring splattered with red. “Like I said, he's lucky I didn't decide to poison him.”

The chatter of students filled the air, and he looked up to see the Greenhouse emptying. Theo headed straight for them, glancing at Draco's knuckles and the blood in the grass before breaking out in a wild grin.

“Sorry I missed it,” Theo laughed.

“Where is she?” Draco asked.

“Staying behind to administer the antidote. Sprout is leaving her to ensure Renley is dealt with accordingly.”

“Well, she certainly won't be disappointed,” Blaise snickered.

“So she’s alone?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to clean himself up before seeing you, but wasn't sure he could resist the temptation. Not with his blood still running hot and your smart little voice echoing in his mind.

“Yep.” Theo smirked. “See ya’ back in the common room.” He and Blaise turned and started heading back to the castle, leaving Draco alone.

He rounded the greenhouse, knocking with his sore knuckles so he didn't startle you.

“Draco? What are you—saints, your hands!” You cried, rushing over to open the door for him. You grabbed for his hands, face pinched with worry.

“I'm fine, love,” he cooed, letting you fuss. The air in the greenhouse was thick and warm, coaxing him in like a embrace. It smelled fresh and lush, sweet soil and green leaves, like you.

Merlin, he couldn't think straight with you looking at him like that.

“Who did—” you paused, eyes narrowing. “Renley?”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

“Draco!” You huffed, dropping his hands. “I had it under control!”

“I know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.”

You glared at him, but he could see you softening by the second.

“Baby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.”

“Draco!” You shouted, but you were smiling. He fucking loved what you called his name in that exasperated but undeniably affectionate voice. “You don't have to get involved all the time. I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, and Professor Sprout was working with me to solve it and—”

Draco reached out, pinching your cheeks with one hand, pursing your pouting lips and dragging you closer to him. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat. No one fucks with you so long as I'm breathing, is that clear?”

You nodded, eyes round and sweet like honey.

He released your face, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head upwards. “Can I kiss you now? Or would you like to keep telling me off?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a playful, smiley kiss. “Anything for my hero.”

“Anything?” Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.

Your tongue tangled with his, so eager as you pulled his tie to bring him closer. He guided your tongue into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing you to bite your lip, toying with your mouth like he owned it.

And he could feel how much you loved it, your hips pressing against his as your hands wandered his chest, unable to pick a resting place.

He smiles, moving his hands to grip your hips. In a quick movement, he spun you around. Your hands slapped onto the table to catch yourself, your perfect ass pressing back against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Draco,” you whined, trying to look over your shoulder at him.

He tsked, sliding up your skirt, admiring the way his ruined knuckles looked against the soft flesh. “Do you want me to be gentle with you, darling?” He already knew what your answer would be, especially after a few stressful days, but he felt inclined to double check.

You shook your head side to side, pressing your ass back into his hands. “No.”

He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. “That's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?” He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.

You nodded, nails scratching along the wood when he applied a little pressure, moving his hand in a slow circle.

“Words, love,” he said, pausing his movement.

“Yes, baby. Please,” you whined, and his cock gave a painful lurch against his thigh.

“Colloportus,” he murmured, flicking his wand to lock the Greenhouse door. “Don't move,” he ordered, then walked over to the sink, washing the blood from his hands and muttering a quiet episkey to fix most of the damage on his skin. Some cuts remained, and his hands were still sore and slightly bruised, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.

“There we go,” he purred, bringing his hand back between your legs.

You were already soaked, hot and slick as his middle finger swiped through your sex. He started massaging your clit, quick, light circles that had you moaning breathlessly.

“Better, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.” He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up. Your walls fluttered around him, sucking back against his finger when he pulled it out, only to graciously stretch for him when he added a second.

“Fuck, D,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. “You said you wouldn't be gentle “

He smirked, enraptured with the way your pretty little cunt yielded for his battered hand. “Just so pretty,” he hummed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, pressing you harder against the table. “Can't help but worship you a little.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he slammed his fingers inside of you, drilling into your channel with sloppy, punishing strokes. You cried out, feet sliding around on the floor, but he had you pinned and at his mercy.

“This better, brat?” He growled, nipping at your ear when you keened for him, unable to formulate a response. “Oh, how that fucker wishes he could see you now,” he drawled, straightening while his fingers fucked into you. “What'd he call you? Sweetheart?” He chuckled. “Sweet doesn't begin to cover it.”

“How did you—”

He slipped his fingers out to work your clit, the bud swelling under his touch as your orgasm built, and your words twisted into a moan. He tried to stay focused, keep you on the edge until he was sheathed inside of you, but couldn't bring himself to stop just yet.

“Are you sweet, baby?” He asked, swatting your ass cheek, enjoying the way your flesh rippled.

“Only for you,” you gasped, starting to tremble as that knot wound tighter and tighter.

“That's right,” he praised, undoing his trousers and taking his cock in his hand. He was insanely hard, the head a deep pink, pearly precum beading from the slit. He pumped himself twice to relieve some of the ache, then notched himself at your entrance, not pausing his assault on your clit for a moment. “All fucking mine,” he growled at the same moment he thrust inside of you, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.

He felt your orgasm hit the second before you did, your cunt clamping down on him a heartbeat before you screamed, your whole body locking up before going completely limp. He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasped, snaking a hand up your spine to grip your hair and pull your head back. “Doing so well for me, sweet thing.” He was panting, the heat of the greenhouse coupled with the exterior making sweat collect around his hairline and drip down his spine. His knuckles burned from the salt, hands ached from being used long past when they should have been bandaged, but he didn't give a single fuck.

“Draco, shit—fuck me so good.” You reached back for him, nails dragging along his forearm, and he felt himself teeter on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as liquid heat spread through his pelvis.

“Give me one more, baby. I know you can. Then I'll water my favorite plant.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.

“You like being my pretty little houseplant? All mine to take care of?” Fuck, he was close, rambling in an attempt to distract himself and spend just a little longer in the delicious heat of your body.

“Yes, yes—fuck!” You were coming again, your whole body convusling as it ripped through you, and he was done for. He came with a yell, hips stuttering against your ass as he pumped rope after rope of release into your spasming cunt.

“Bloody hell, baby,” he moaned, bracing his hands on the table as he came down, his hips involuntarily rocking into your greedy warmth. You, poor thing, were left drooling and trembling, completely boneless, held up entirely by the table and his hips. He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your hair. “Did so good, love. So fucking perfect,” he murmured, throat tight with affection.

“Squishin’ me,” you giggled, squirming beneath him, and he straightened, nearly toppling over himself at the weak feeling in his knees.

“Sorry, darling,” he chuckled, and you groaned, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. He moved his feet, letting you close your legs, and he hissed through his teeth at the new tightness around his softening cock, stealing a final thrust before slipping out of you.

“Mm, how did you know he called me sweetheart?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder at him while he grabbed his wand to clean you both up.

“I have my methods,” he replied, righting your clothes and helping you stand up, relishing in the lingering tremble in your limbs.

“Were you spying on me, Draco Malfoy?” You teased, tugging him down by the tie so you were face to face.

He smirked. “Perhaps.”

“What a horrible invasion of privacy,” you snickered, giving him a playful peck.

“You want to punish me for it?” He nipped at your lower lip and you grinned, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Enough you, I have to administer the antidote before my plant gets any sicker.”

“Good thing I already cured mine,” he teased, and you swatted him before slipping out of his arms.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're adorable.”

You grabbed some items from the shelves and a watering can, then paused, turning to look at him, a deadly serious look on your face. “Can we get takeaway after this?”

He snorted, his heart doing a giddy little flip. “Of course we can.”

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Lucissa

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Headcanons:

- Narcissa was always interested in courtly love; respectful and in line with propriety. Before Lucius, she had some girlish crushes on handsome, well-bred Purebloods, but had never properly entertain any suitor.

- Like most Pureblood’s marriage contracts, their betrothal was decided by the head of their families. Because of the Malfoy’s wealth and status though, Lucius had more say than most - he was given a small pool of suitable candidates, and his desires were taken into account. This pool of candidates included The Blacks, and Andromeda, as the eldest unmarried sister was discussed first. Lucius contemplated this, but was cautious after seeing many of his friends engaged to witches he considered uncouth and indiscreet (including his friend Rodolphus Lestrange to Bellatrix Black).

- Lucius watched Narcissa for a long time before he made a move. He admired her poise, her perfectionism, as well as her beauty. His Mother was also fan, noticing that Narcissa had interests suitable for a well-bred witch (traditional rituals, herbology).

- Lucius’s one concern was Narcissa’s icy facade, and whether he would ever crack it. He began a slow, very cautious process of getting to know her, and tried subtle ways of seeing whether he could affect her. He’d live for the slow blush on her cheeks when his fingers skimmed hers lightly when offering her a rose.

- The Blacks were discussing several other potential marriage contracts for Narcissa (including with European Wizards), but the Malfoy influence ultimately won out. They were both happy with the match, seeing each other as the ultimate ‘prize’ in the marriage mart.

’Narcissa was not happy with the progress of her Flutterby Bushes. She had hoped that, with the right care, they may flourish or even flower in the next few years. As she carefully inspected them in Greenhouse Three one bright March afternoon, spotting the young leaves and brown spots, she sighed with discontentment. All the signs suggested it may take a decade or more.

She huffed, furrowed her brows, and leaned back from the plant to contemplate. Perhaps, with her mistrust of strangers, she was not the best mistress for this particular plant. Flutterby Bushes had a desire to attract careless, imprudent souls. It was a shame, but these things had to be accepted as a Herbologist.

‘You are not pleased,’ Lucius Malfoy's low, rich voice interrupted her. He walked towards her slowly, his hands clasped behind his back, and his face expressing mild concern.

Narcissa gave him a gracious nod. ‘Plants do sometimes disappoint me,’ she answered ruefully, eyeing up the Flutterby Bushes again. ‘Or perhaps I disappoint them…’

Lucius raised an eyebrow. ‘I can’t believe that Miss Black. If they are disappointed, they haven’t been paying attention.’

Narcissa felt her cheeks heat, a soft pink blush spreading out on them, catching Lucius’s eye as he clocked her embarrassment. She used to hate these betrayals of her body. It was mortifying that she showed the world how she felt no matter how hard she Occluded. Still, with Lucius, she was beginning to accept them. The way his eyes lit up and lips raised in a smug smile pleased her.

‘Call me Narcissa, please,’ she replied prettily, dusting down her robes and avoiding his eyes lest she give away more of her feelings. ‘Or ‘Cissa if you prefer.’

‘I thought it was only your sisters who were allowed to call you that,’ he added slyly, gesturing for her to come and sit with him on a nearby bench.

‘I might be able to make an exception,’ she said as imperiously as she could muster, vanishing the specks of dirt on her sleeves, casting a charm to smooth her robes, and then walking with him to the bench. She sat down carefully, her back straight, one foot crossed over the other slightly turned towards him. The picture of a lady, just like her Mother taught her.

‘I hope so,’ he whispered, eyeing her approvingly. ‘I wanted to talk to you about something important.’

Narcissa's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded carefully, urging him to go on.

‘I think you are aware that Malfoys do things a little differently when it comes to courting than the rest of the Sacred 28,’ he started in a serious, careful tone.

Narcissa nodded. ‘You are your own men,’ she answered, confirming she knew the power he had. Choice.

‘Quite,’ Lucius replied with a nod. ‘My Father has always made it clear that there is a pool of Witches from which I could choose a match. Like other families, alliances play a part, but our family insists that I make a choice based on compatibility as well.

‘I understand,’ Narcissa confirmed, her heart beating wildly in her chest. This conversation meant one of two things, and it was not yet clear which way it would go. Lucius held his body so rigidly that he couldn’t get a read on where the tension rolling off him was coming from.

‘I’m not sure you do yet, but I will try and enlighten you,’ he said more softly. ‘You see, I have discerning tastes. I couldn’t abide a Witch who didn’t live by the rules of propriety, and you, my dear, seem to embody them entirely.’

Narcissa looked up at him, startled, her eyes wide and mouth parted. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered.

Lucius gave a small smile then. ‘You are so wonderfully hard to read most of the time.’

Narcissa’s cheeks heated again. She had been taught that her iciness was a gift, but perhaps in these circumstances, it was not. ‘We Blacks are taught Occlumency from birth,’ she tried to explain.

‘And yet your sisters still betray their emotions more readily,’ he challenged.

‘I am very different from them both,’ she replied, furrowing her brow.

‘I know, ‘Cissa,’ he whispered, leaning into her a conspiratorial look. He rolled out her name, emphasising each syllable as if it tasted delicious on his tongue. ‘That is a very good thing. But you seem to give away a bit more when you know people better,’ he observed.

‘I do,’ she whispered, unable to break eye contact with him. She could feel heat spread through her cheeks down to her neck and chest.

‘And I’m starting to be able to notice your tells,’ he continued with a smile, his voice getting lower as he spoke deliberately and carefully. ‘And I think, if circumstances were right, there could be affection between us.’

Narcissa's heart beat wildly, and she couldn’t hold in a gulp. ‘If circumstances were right,’ she repeated.

Lucius gave her a broad, feral smile as if she were a fly caught in his web. ‘Well, then. I will write to your Father.’

She knew what that meant. He wanted them to start courting formally.

‘I would like that,’ she whispered back, her eyes lighting up.

Lucius beamed back at her.

[bubbledragum]

kinda sat on the update for a bit to get my feelings on it. big post, i'm sorry. i'm open to hear about what uses people have found for effects i'm not a fan of, though! i'd like to broaden my customization tastes, and i might be thinking too narrowly when it comes to uses they have.

Dragon Only

a few are really nice, and subtle enough that they won't deeply impact a dragon's appearance. foil, shimmerscale, and glitz are surprisingly neat, with glitz being on the more heavyhanded end but still makes for a fine alternative to the other two that would fit well on a few dragon concepts off the top of my head.

i'm not a fan of the void one as far as 'subtle' ones go; it looks too 'stock image' like for my tastes and feels like looking at one of those light projectors you'd buy for halloween. i'm sure someone has a use case for it. pastel pulse isn't great for me, either; its texture map is a grid of perfectly aligned circles of varying saturations, ending with some of them being warped and some swooshes with high contrast. the intensity of the pastel makes it really hard to see the effect, too, so it feels like another stock image situation. i suppose it'd make for an alright stained alternative if you needed to use the tertiary slot for something else, but it's so heavy on the pastel that it's hard to fill that role. maybe a smoother gradient could have made it an effective (ha ha) animated iri/shim. dearly departed is a super cool concept but the result is a little off. the foggy effect on the lower end of the image is neato, but it's miserable on dragons whose faces are low (mirrors, everlux male, female imp...), or are more top heavy so it doesn't show well. i'll probably get a copy anyway, and do have an idea of which dragon could use it. Apparel Only sheen absolutely could be used on almost anything. simple, effective, does what it needs to and doesn't overstay its welcome. it's personally the best of the bunch to me as an avid shiny-things lover (probably a crow). possessed possessions looks like it's best used on dragons with minimal apparel, since the effect heavily reduces the lineart visibility of each piece and can turn it into a big blob of purple slime. i wish it could be on select pieces instead of all of them, but it's one of those limitations we need to hope for a solution to. all the same, that big blob of purple slime is neat looking on some heavily dressed dragons if you coordinate the clothing right. also you need to imagine chicken/bird/snake/frog spirits. do it for your mental health. spooky chickens. All-Over:

sunrise, moonrise feels like it was their first attempt at something fitting the role of an animated skin, and it's so hyper niche due to the landscape part of the effect. a day/night cycle effect without the landscape probably would have had more use for a wider audience. it likely appeals to some of the folks who like landscape skins, though, and i live in fear of the ones who make it work really well. i can't tell if it's supposed to be an all-over one, though-- i can't see it affecting the apparel at all in its animations? (sidebar: living painting dragons seem like a neat idea that this effect can lean into) flutterby is really cute, though, and makes me excited to see what they do with the new system. i hope they can make effects similar to it most of all; gimme other little guys, or flowerfalls, or elemental effects like lightning, little meteor showers, or smouldering ash. floating books or NOTN living objects would be really cool! TL;DR: the idea needed more time to be polished, but i think it's an overall positive addition to the website. if they balance the kinds of effects they distribute (keeping in mind people who like subtler stuff as much as the grander ideas, as well as the spectrum between) and should they choose to expand their customization and layering systems in the near future, i can absolutely see this system being much more loved my the wider community and more users finding the benefits in it that suit their needs.

[bbkissme99]

Draco Malfoy

Flutterby Baby | D.M.SUMMARY: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.

Honey & Lemon

Flower Power

Someday | D.M.

Loathing | D.M.

the one where Blaise notices the Malfoy signet ring on your finger.

Dad au

Wake Up - Draco Malfoy

Your Past - Draco Malfoy

Family Tree | D.M.

Landslide

You were a....HUFFLEPUFF?! || Draco Malfoy ||

enemies w/ tension. | slytherin boy headcanons

physical affection

[flutterby-affect]

Look who I had the privilege to meet at this year's MTAC!!! These guys were so nice and didn't mind my social awkwardness. Thanks for making my first MTAC so memorable!!!

[flutterby-affect]

Gonna be honest, didn't know you weren't supposed to use italics when writing. Imma still do it though.

writing advice: never italicize words to show emphasis! if you’re writing well then the reader will know and you don’t need them!

me: oh really??? listen up, pal, you can just try an pull italics from my cold, dead fingers

[esp3on]

flutterbi replied to your photo: soujis bold declaration of bisexuality in the pq...

we stan a bi king!!

chad narukami, offering himself up to be Everyones Boyfriend

[risingtripletaurus]

risingtripletaurus' golden era fic recs

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some didn’t have titles, so i just gave them one!

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personal faves - 🗽

thats^^ more of a personal indictor for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

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harry potter:

misunderstandings and betrayal by @imintofictionalmen 🗽

"the war is over, it's been over for a year." by @hello-everyfandom 🗽

come back to me by @wondernimbus

butterflies and paper hearts by @babydraco04

lovegood's niffler by @finnwrld 🗽

cheeky essence by @fandomscombine

more than just a stupid rivalry by @pogueslandia

shades of pink by @iliveiloveiwrite 🗽

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ron weasley:

only up hill from here by @hufflepuffsthunderdome 🗽

affinity by @lovequills 🗽

jealousy by @writeoutoftime 🗽

christmas cookies by @magicchai

reunion at shell cottage by @saintlike78

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cedric diggory:

wilted by @sunflwershufflepuff 🗽

dearest to my heart by @amphxtrite

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neville longbottom:

plant facts and goosebumps by @saintlike78 🗽

following all by @mirclealignr

the flutterby bush 🗽

a small mistake

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draco malfoy:

tender confessions by @gryffindors-weasley 🗽

broken love by @lovequills

over the years by @eunoniaa 🗽

pink toothbrush by @margraveth 🗽

fallen for you by @fredshufflepuff

unappreciated by @eunoniaa 🗽

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theodore nott:

you by @cryonme 🗽

the odds of affection by @ddejavvu

soulmates by @cobrakaisb

the language of flowers by @shespeaksinsongs 🗽

i could never not love you by @dracosluvbot 🗽

sick of the silence by @iloveinej 🗽

stoic manners and shy smiles by @imintofictionalmen 🗽

all yours by @malfoysbtch

following all by @once-upon-an-imagine

dos oruguitas

smile 🗽

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[rosemorningstar]

Oh shit I forgot Demiplanes were a thing. Okay so quick rundown of some for the Demiprinces I came up with so far along with some artifacts:

Lysgarde’s demiplane is called Glimmer. It appears as a green starfield surrounded by tall walls made of aurora and glass. Constantly falling from the sky is a diamond dust that refracts the auroran light to create the starfield effect. Everything here is as fragile and brilliant as a life’s last stand. Lysgarde’s artifact is called Crystalline. It is a shield that can completely negate any attack but shatters afterwards. The shield will then reform within Glimmer but can only be used by any person once.

Noxifer’s realm is called Pocketrest. As the name implies, it is a pocket dimension with a single gateway that he keeps on his person at all times. Within is a dimly lit manor filled with food, medicine, and places to rest. This is where he places his more fragile charges or larger groups of escapees as he assists them. Noxifer’s artifact shares his name and is a lantern that radiates billowing shadow, obscuring the wielder. He rarely lends it to mortals as he prefers to lead escape missions.

Verneos controls a small demiplane within Moonshadow called Wellspring. Aside from the extreme beauty present in all of Moonshadow, Wellspring is relatively unremarkable except for the namesake spring that lies at its center. A drink from this spring erases memories and decreases physical age in proportion to the amount one drinks. Also of note is the fact that rather than the towering and mature foliage of the parent realm, all of the plant life here is juvenile as are the few daedric citizens which include fledgling Winged Twilights and small sentient crystals. The Wellspring also acts as his artifact and he’ll usually bestow a vial of it to those he deems worthy, which is usually just anyone who asks nicely.

Reverie’s realm is called the Flutterby. It lies on an escaped shivering isle submerged partially within the Quagmire but separated from it by a bubble barrier. It is a constantly shifting landscape like the rest of the Quagmire but instead of the nightmarish appearance of the rest of the plane, Flutterby shifts from one pleasant dream to the next. Images of flowers on the wind might switch to butterflies in a meadow to glittering waves to a warm campfire all within a moment’s notice. Mortals are said to visit Flutterby whenever they get lost in thought or overly fanciful. Reverie’s artifact is called Wonderlost. It is a small wand that has a variety of pleasant affects depending on the target. When used on a humanoid creature, it will make them friendlier for a short period of time. When used on a monster it will transform them into something harmless like a fox or a rabbit. When used on a hostile spell, it will transform it into a healing spell.

[flutterby-affect]

I want to see how many of y'all want to know more about my writing process. Send me a number and I'll answer! Don't hold back loves!!

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[jarmes]

Blind Shield Nuzlocke Notes 9

-After feeding him an ungodly amount of curry, Snowball evolved into a Frosmoth, boing HV the Toxtricity, Freight the Coalossal, Riot the Falinks, Echo the Obstagoon, and Nosferatu the Dreadnaw on my League team

-Side note, while I was grinding Snowball up to level fifty I swapped my main team for the backups so they wouldn’t get over leveled. Loraine evolves into a Centiscortch and Lord Tophat evolved into a Weezing

-Second side note, I just realized I accidentally used the letter L twice, ruining my naming convention

-On to Wyndon, which is based of one of the largest cities in Europe (the biggest?) and is so big it has a monorail to get around

-Oh god, there’s a guy offering a trade for a duraldon in return for Snowball. I am tempted, but no

-“Prepare to see all the forms of rotom” where’s fridge and fan you liar

-Idea: make a ground type bike rotom catchable next gen

-So an Alcremie almost one shorted Snowball but he held on because he has high affection. Thank god for curry

-“How many companies does Chairman Rose own?” He’s so obviously evil

-Screw What I said about Chirchester, THIS is a fancy hotel

-Ah man, no monorail animation?

-I gotta say, Windon is a bit of a disappointment. It looks amazing, but there isn’t a lot to do, especially when compared to Lumiose or Castelia. I can’t even ride the London Eye!

-“I feel like Challenger Blinkin has a balanced team, but he doesn’t have any way to decisively win” say that to my face bitch

-Hop and Marnie are at the stadium, bet I’ll face them and Bede in the championship

Team going in to the challengers cup, all level 55:

-Freight the Coalossal, caught in Galar Mine. Holding the rocky helmet. Knows Rock Slide, Heat Crash, Bulldoze, and Tar Shot

-Riot the Falinks, caught on South Route 8. Holding the Muscle Band. Knows Brick Break, First Impression, Close Combat, and No Retreat

-Nosferatu the Dreadnaw, caught in Giant’s Cap. Holds the Assault Vest. Knows Liquidation, Rock Slide, Crunch, and Ice Fang

-Echo the Obstagoon, caught on Route 3. Holds the leftovers. Knows Night Slash, Obstruct, Take Down, and Brick Break

-High Voltage the Toxtricity. Gifted on Route 5. Holds the Chiice Scarf. Knows Overdrive, Poison Jab, Boomburst, and Toxic

-Snowball the Frosmoth. Caught on North Route 8. Holds the Shell Bell. Knows Bug Buzz, Aurora Beam, Blizzard, and Quiver Dance

-Only four trainers competed the gym challenge. How interesting considering I have three rivals

-Wait, that means I won’t fight one

-Leading with Snowball because I have a feeling Marnie or Bede will be the first opponent

-And it’s Marnie, not surprising. I assume Hop will be next

-I just got quiver dance literally a minute before this battle (rare candies) and its perfect to take out Marnies dark team

-Also no healing or switch mode I’m deciding

Marnie

-First up is Liepard, predicting a fake out and going for quiver dance

-It used Torment. Gg, Marnie

-Next up is scrafty, dynamaxing to make sure aurora beam takes it out

-Marnie sent out Toxicroak, I did the same thing. should be able to take out all of the troublesome Pokémon before dm runs out

-Out goes her signature, more people, who goes down in one hit

-Marnie sent out grimsnarl as my dm ran out, going for another bug buzz

-And she gyantamaxed and almost killed me with snooze. But I lived

-Full sweep by the new guy

Hop

-And Hop is my opponent in the final. Am I the only competent trainer is this country?

-Predicting Corviknight as his lead, so HV is mine

-I honestly want to lose someone, just because Hop deserves a win

-Oh, he started with Dubwool

-Overdrive, cotton guard, full restore overdrive, overdrive, dubwool dead

-Hop switched to Snorlax. Riot would be better, but I’ll stick with the overdrive strat

-Oh shit almost killed me with high horsepower Riot it is

-And a brick break takes it out

-I think I’m a bit over leveled

-Hop sent out Corviknight, switched to freight, tanked a scary face

-Dynamaxed, took it out with heat crash after tanking a steal wing

-Pincuring barely survived a bulldoze. I took it out afterward, but I won’t have dynamax to take on Rillaboom

-Big monkey used mass quake, it almost killed freight, and somehow took no damage from heat crash

-Switching to Echo to stall the dynamax with obstruct

-Oh dynamax bypasses protect that’s fair

-Whatever, we’re on an even playing field now. Time to use double edge I learned from Beating Marnie

-Used obstruct to get a bit of hp because I was below half, took it out with two night slashed

-Well, he didn’t kill anyone, but he got close, so he should feel proud

-Now to take on Leon

-Or we can get takeout that’s cool too

-The apocalypse is going to happen before I fight Leon, isn’t it

-Fuck off paparazzi

-“Beating Hop was just luck” HAHAHAHAHA

-“Hop was just the rival a knew he was” a bad one

-“Think you can win the finals” Yes I’m the main character

-How does this work, plot wise, if you lose?

-Oh, Leon’s missing. Of course he is

-Leon’s at badguy’s base I was right apocalypse time

-Also, I don’t recall being able to go to rose tower. This implies windon is larger than I thought

-Piers doesn’t want the finals delayed...perhaps because the leaders are fought in the finals!

-That’s How we fight Bede because he’s balloon tower defense’s leader now

-TEAM SKULL ARE MY MINIONS NOW!

-The monorail goes through the Ferris wheel that isn’t safe

-Oh look Oleana is interfering because she’s evil

-Let’s go find the douchebag wearing sunglasses at night so we can mug him

-Okay, this dumb motherfucker decided to hide his sunglasses not by taking them off, but by staring at a goddamn wall

-God I’m over leveled

-Team skull helps me out!

-It took me 20 minutes to find the man in the phone booth

-Piers took our enemies with rock music!

-This tower is hella evil

-Murder elevator tower

-So I started this tower with Snowball out front and they only use steel types so I have to keep switching to Freight

-Also Hop starts with a dubwool the shit man

-Take a chill pill Ole

-Wait, you want to stop me so Leon can’t fight me so he’ll be sad and manipulable? Seriously?

-Frosslass, Salazzle, Milotic? So beauty/feminine pokemon

-Oh shit leg onion almost killed Snowball with acrobatics

-HER FINAL POKÉMON IS A GARBADOR YES!

-And I used my dm on Snowball so I’m taking this thing out with a non dmed HV

-It has boats it’s trash island just like galar

-Nevermind, HV’s almost dead. Switching to Echo

-Tanked two blows, time for night slash

-Ha! It uses toxic spikes!

-It did it again now it’s dead!

-Oh wow hand drawn image

-Leon’s still a good boy! Also disaster in a thousand years what

-Oh, Rose isn’t an evil coal baron. He’s an evil Elon Musk. So normal Elon Musk

-Wait, we aren’t fighting him? He’s...he’s evil! We know he’s evil! His minions tried to kill us five minutes ago!

-Whatever, it’s champion time

-I’ve been here before, Hop. I fought you here

-All of the leaders are in the lockers its rematch time

-Wait, no Bede or Opal

-I have no idea who I’ll be facing. Riot is up front I guess

-Bede’s back bitches!

-Oh shit, Riot is my lead. Wait I have a dark type I’ll be fine

-How did he even get here isn’t there security

Gym Leader Bede

-He’s starting with a Mawhile, Switching up his style

-Oh right Mawhile is a fairy type I should have switched. Whatever, it’s dead now

-I actually don’t have a good counter for gardevoir. Nosferatu cause he has an assault vest I guess.

-Dont use a full restore you little bitch

-Gardevoir down, onto Rapidash. The one that doesn’t explode when it sees a rock water

-This thing is so goddamn girly I love it

-I’m pretty sure it’s psychic, but I don’t know for sure so I’m cautious on switching to Echo

-Ha! Psycho Cut doesn’t affect me!

-Oh shit dazzling gleam. NVMD it did jack shit

-Good News: rapidash is dead. Bad news: my dark type only has 21 hit points

-Switching off Set makes the same so much more difficult I should have done this from the start

-Bede switched to hatterene and gygantamaxed

-OH GOD IT SMITED MY SNOWBALL AND ALMOST KILLED IT

-Okay, back to Nosferatu

-Okay, Nosferatu’s almost dead, back to Echo

-Switching to stall out dynamax is such a bullshit strategy

-Scouted with Obstruct, it used dazzling gleam

-Switching to Freight because she’s my only Pokémon who isn’t poison type or almost dead

-Took next to no damage, now for a max flare to end this

-GG, Bede. I know this is faint praise but that was the toughest rival battle in the game

-Okay, now for the real leaders

-I know I’m not fighting Raihan or Milo cause they’re fighting each other, so I have to worry about Water/Fire/Ghost/Ice/Dark for my first match. Nosferatu is the best for that lineup so he’s leading

-Okay, it’s Nessa. Not great, but I was tempted to go with freight instead of Nosferatu so it could be worse

Nessa

-First is Golispod. Eat rock slide

-It emergency exited to baraskewda, Switching to HV

-OH GOD DRILL RUN NEW PLAN RIOT I GUESS

-You know what? Not saving the dm. Riot flutterbied barraskewda to death

-Oh no, pelliper. Flying types are bad for riot. B: Drizzle

-It tanked a Max knuckle and used tailwind I’m fucked

-Switching back to Nosferatu. Took out pelliper but took a ton of damage. I’d switch, but the next Pokémon is a pelliper and I’m not a coward

-It almost killed by with waterfall but it’s dead now

-That leaves golispod and gm Dreadnaw. I’m going back to riot

-Killed golispod with first impression because irony

-Riots almost dead, but a close combat brought it low. Switching to Echo

-A powerful offensive move that lays stealth rock that’s broken.

-Onstruct to tank, then kill it with night slash

-OH GOD IT OUTSPED ME AND KILLED ECHO WITH LIQUIDATION

-HV barely survived the stealth rock, but Echo can Rest In Peace now

-Accidentally clicked away from the tournament screen, only saw that Piers went on. Going in pretty blind

-Replacing Echo with Warrior the grapploct. I know it’s doubling up on fighting, but it’s the only box Pokémon up to snuff

-Used some tms, current moveset Waterfall, Superpower, Brick Break, Dig

-You know, this tragedy would have been averted if I allowed healing

-Okay, making me fight the Ghost leader right after my Obstagoon dies is a dick move, game

Allister

-Is this a horrible set of working conditions destroying the games industry? CAUSE ITS CRUNCH TIME

-Duskinoir? CRONCH!

-Polteageist? CRONCH!

-Chandelure? Liquidation, actually

-Cursola? DYNAMAX CRONCH!

-Gygantamax Gengar? IRONIC VORR MONSTER CRONCH!

-So yeah, I griffin McElroy’d Allister to death

-Next up is Raihan, then Leon and Rose and box doggo and the ending. But I’ll handle that tomorrow cause it’s 2:30 AM and I got school tomorrow

-I mean, it’s in the afternoon, but I also have homework due at the start of class

[riverstardis]

flutterby:

oh i forgot charlie existed lol

lily at her dad’s funeral :(

she’s wondering if she could’ve been quicker to make consultant because that’s what he wanted. girl i don’t think you could physically have gone any faster through the ranks

aww robyn and max are sick of looking after dervla and now dylan’s been going round too and they’re complaining about him and lofty’s like i think he’s just lonely

aww ethan fell asleep with the baby

cal forgot to register baby with the crèche

lily’s working… has there ever been a time on this show where someone who’s lost someone has been to the funeral WITHOUT working before or after like😭

alicia and louise gossiping about cal and alicia’s like “he’s got a baby?” and louise goes “yeah but the only surprise that no other have come out the woodwork” sjskfkfkfk

“what happened to the crèche?” “i lied, ethan, you must be used to that by now” “i am not gonna let you do this cal” “do what?” “you don’t even know if she’s yours” “taylor said—“ “yeah taylor said a lot of things and one thing that you both have in common is a tentative relationship with the truth”

ethan tells cal that he needs to think seriously about taking a paternity test

this patient going “would you want the man you’re in love with becoming your carer?” ethan core

aww this little girl has been training in the pool to be an astronaut so she can go to heaven and find her mum :(

cal gave the baby to big mac to look after while he works and big mac gives her to dixie who asks what she’s called and mac’s like “no idea. five years at medical school, you’d think naming a baby would be the easy bit”

dixie putting all that she learnt in her adoption course to use and talking to the baby about how they said she needed to work on her grieving process for jeff and then she goes “you’d have liked him, he was a big baby” LMAO

connie having to take over lily’s patient

cal wasn’t around when his patient needed help because of the baby and ethan tells him he isn’t organised enough to look after a baby

cal promises to get organised and not let it affect his job while still giving her the care she needs

lily’s mum turns up at the hospital and she’s telling alicia about lily’s dad dying

aww ethan comes home and hears cal singing to the baby

he’s made lasagna and he’s like “yeah i thought it was about time i started pulling my weight” and ethan’s like “yeah well forgive me for being cynical but we’ll see how long that lasts”

cal says that she’s got a name now: matilda

ethan goes “after mum?” “yeah, after mum” 🥺

ethan gets a reminder on his phone for her bath time but cal says she’s already had it

“cal, are you gonna take a paternity test?” “yes, ethan, i will take a paternity test. and then when it turns out that she is in fact my daughter, we can get on with the rest of our lives. together”🙃

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We speak to Woodley Lunch Bunch which was set up in the summer of 2020 in response to the financial impact on many families during the pandemic. Today Woodley Lunch Bunch support families by providing meals during school holidays. I speak to Liz Mc Daniel from Lunch Bunch at her stall at Woodley Carnival (apologies for sound quality) [embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1uhbAlCHqQ[/embedyt] Food price rises in the UK could hit 15% this summer – the highest level in more than 20 years – with inflation lasting into the middle of next year, according to a report. Meat, cereals, dairy, fruit and vegetables are likely to be the worst affected as the war in Ukraine combines with production lockdowns in China and export bans on key foodstuffs such as palm oil from Indonesia and wheat from India, the grocery trade body IGD warns. What is Woodley Lunch Bunch? [embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YbYuCrqE3I[/embedyt] Woodle Lunch Bunch operate a packed lunch delivery service to children during the school holidays. They deliver during school holiday time to families in Woodley (RG5) who are having a difficult time financially, or in other ways. We also deliver activity packs, toiletry/hygiene parcels and food packages when possible. Originally founded in 2020 in response to the Coronavirus pandemic and the precarious financial situation people found themselves in we are unfortunately still seeing that need in 2022. Website Woodley Lunch Bunch Donations GoFundeMe.com Drop Off Points 39 Crockhamwell Road 4 Mannock Way 29 Walmer Road 155 Fairwater Drive 57 Bruce Road 36 Anthian Close 12 Denmark Avenue (FlutterBy Designs) 32 Reading Road (Taos Gifts) (corner of Farriers Close) 2 Duffield Road 11 Cartmel Drive 1 Beaver Way Christ Church, Crockhamwell Road, Mon - Fri 10am-2pm Blossom Beauty Room, 86 Loddon Bridge Road Food Poverty in the UK In the UK being in work does not necessarily mean you will live above the breadline. A study of 400 users of Trussell Trust Foodbanks showed that 1 in 6 households had someone in work. What is food poverty? Food poverty encompasses both the affordability of food and its accessibility within local communities. There is no agreed definition but here are three interpretations that Sustain believes set out the scope of the problem: ‘The inability to afford, or to have access to, food to make up a healthy diet.’ The Department of Health ‘Food poverty is worse diet, worse access, worse health, higher percentage of income on food and less choice from a restricted range of foods.’ Professor Tim Lang ‘The inability to consume an adequate quality or sufficient quantity of food in socially acceptable ways, or the uncertainty that one will be able to do so.’ Professor Elizabeth Dowler &nbsp;

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Here's a little something from my days on ask-a-robin. And for those who aren't watching the dog show today, the Pembroke Welsh Corgi won 1st in the Herding group!!

Thanksgiving Traditions -- Tim Drake x Reader, Batfamily x Reader

Happy Thanksgiving lovelies!! This is one of my favorite holidays and I felt the need to write a prompt for today! I hope each and every one of you has a wonderful Thanksgiving and are surrounded by the people who love you. So, from all of us here at ask-a-robin, have a fantastic Thanksgiving!!

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“This is ridiculous. Why do I have to watch this obnoxious parade?”

“Did I mention that there’s a dog show afterwards?” You asked sweetly.

Damian scoffed but seemed to settle into his seat on the couch. Your boyfriend chuckled at his brother’s actions. You both knew asking Damian to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was a long shot, but for some reason he had agreed. You secretly believed Bruce had coerced him into it. Or it could be that the Son of Batman was starting to feel the holiday spirit. Either way, you were happy to have the extra company.

You snuggled in closer to Tim’s side as you watched the parade. He put his arm around your shoulders and gave your upper arm a gentle squeeze. Unlike the rest of his brothers, Tim had lived a relatively normal childhood, so doing mundane things like watching parades and having big dinners for Thanksgiving wasn’t as alien to him. He was more than willing to spend the better part of the day with you watching the parade and then the dog show. The fact that one of his siblings was also present was an added bonus.

An overly dramatic gasp drew your attention away from the marching band that had just started to perform on-screen. “You guys are watching the parade without me?!”

“Don’t sound so offended Grayson. It’s just a parade.”

“A parade,” Dick said as he dropped into the open armchair near his youngest brother, “that only happens once a year!”

“I never imagined you would be so into this parade Dick.”

“Are you kidding? This is a Wayne family time honored tradition!”

You gave the first Boy Wonder a droll look. “Really? Bruce would sit down with all of you and watch the parade?”

“I never said that. Still doesn’t mean I skipped watching it.”

Your expression softened at his last comment. The image of a young Dick sitting by himself in the TV room watching the parade all alone made your heart ache. You understood that Bruce’s job as both the CEO of Wayne Enterprises and as Batman kept him constantly busy, but that didn’t make it any more understandable as to why he would leave his sons to their own devices. It’s no wonder all of them joined the vigilante game.

The room fell back to silence as the four of you watched the parade. A snide remark from Damian here and there was all the conversation that went on.

It was about half way through the parade when Alfred stepped into the room. “Ah, I’d wondered where you all had wondered off to.”

“Happy Thanksgiving Alfred!” You chirped happily which made the butler chuckle.

“One ‘Happy Thanksgiving’ will suffice for the day Miss (Y/N).”

Tim motioned the older man over. “Come join us Alfred. You’ve missed most of the parade, but you can still see all of the dog show.”

“I’ll have to decline Master Timothy. Someone has to make the Thanksgiving dinner after all.”

“I’ll take Alfred’s cooking over takeout any day.” Jason spoke as he moved passed the man in question. His eyes narrowed at the seating arrangement. “Why is the only open seat next to the demon brat? I’d rather die again than sit next to him.”

Damian growled at the Red Hood. “That could be arranged.”

“Come on you two, it’s Thanksgiving! At least attempt to be brotherly for today, please?”

You gave the two the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. You knew your wide (E/C) eyes could make even the mighty Batman reconsider his actions. Jason’s exasperated groan and Damian’s incoherent muttering let you know that you had been successful. The dark-haired man plopped down next to his brother with an irritated look on his face. The tension only lasted for a few more minutes before the two become engrossed in the TV. The other two Wayne boys chuckled at them. Tim placed a tender kiss to your temple.

“You’re a miracle worker sweetheart.”

“Anything for family.”

BONUS!

Bruce was glad to finally be out of the office. He did his best not to work on holidays, but sometimes he couldn’t get around it. The Dark Knight counted his blessing for not working too late. It was still rather early and if he was lucky Bruce could relax for a while before dinner.

He had just stepped through the front doors when his ears picked up shouting from the TV room. Curious, Bruce walked closer to investigate.

“You’re even dumber than I thought if you believe that mutt will win.” Damian’s voice sneered at someone, more than likely Jason or Tim.

“That mutt,” Jason growled, “has won the past three dog shows.”

(Y/N) piped up, “I think the corgi should win.”

“That little thing? It looks like a bread loaf.”

“Your face looks like a bread loaf!” Jason snapped.

The sounds of a struggle soon followed. Bruce shook his head in amusement at their behavior. How they hadn’t already gotten into a fight yet today was beyond him. Knowing (Y/N), she probably guilt tripped his boys into acting somewhat civil. Again he shook his head and began to walk to the kitchen with a content smile on his face.

~Mod Nerd Bird

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