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So I have this silly family scene in mind. AU without Voldy everybody lives.

A beautiful summer day in the Malfoy manor, an owl interrupts Cissa and Draco having tea. There's only a couple weeks before Draco starts curse breakers course, so they're trying to catch up on the events of last school year and last dinner party at Parkinson's that he has missed. The letter read Lucius has fallen victim to an attempted theft from the Unspeakables' storage – nothing too serious but he's in Mungo's.

They finish the scones and go check on him. The sight is something.

Lucius is in bed looking slightly feverish and very pale at the same time. The healer explains that he'll need a couple of days to recover but the curse has been lifted and while he heals he's on pain meds to not freak out about the aching joints. Draco recognises the curse just by reading through the file – sucks to be his dad right now.

Lucius is a little delirious so when Narcissa sits on the bed and starts taking care of his hair he suddenly freaks out and blurts out, deadpan serious:

– I have a wife!

Draco just stares, amused, Narcissa snorts.

– That would be correct.

Lucious tries to pull away from the touch, shifting his head away.

– She'll be mad, get out.

Oh, Draco thinks, so these are strong pain meds. Narcissa melts a little.

– I am your wife, silly.

– You are?...

Lucius looks at her with suspicion, frowns and faintly nods to himself.

– Maybe. You're someone I would fall in love with.

– We're married for way too long, honestly. You need some sleep.

– If you're my wife I'm lucky.

– That you are!

Narcissa laughs, adjusting his pillow so he wouldn't wake up with a sore neck. It's sweet and all until she asks Draco to come closer and asks Lucius if he remembers who that is. He looks at his son, confused, then at her again.

– He looks like you. Very pale. And pisses me off for some reason...

Draco grins.

– Yep, he'll be fine. You piss me off too you know. Every single day for the last eight years since I realised you're a piece of shit sometimes.

– Draco!

– He's high, he won't remember this. While we're at it, you're impossible and indeed very lucky she said yes.

– I don't like that ghost boy.

– It's ok honey he will only haunt you for the rest of your life.

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Wolfstar raising Harry but the vibe at Harry's fifteen being:

Sirius I DIDN'T RAISE U LIKE THAT Black

Harry YES YOU FUCKING DID Potter

And the one and only

Remus CAN BOTH OF YOU TODDLERS SHUT UP I'M GRADING PAPERS Lupin

With the addition of the occasional

Andromeda "You are, sometimes, Sirius's tiny clone" Tonks

Molly just sighs.

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So I have and idea of drarry omegaverse AU.

Main points – alternative route where Lily ended Voldy for good, Malfoys were smarter than getting into DE bs in the first place. Harry grew up with wolfstar as caretakers. Sirius has a good relationship with Cissa and Andromeda.

Alpha!Harry, Omega!Draco.

Omegas are allowed education and work, but there's a strong prejudice about them being less competent. The healthcare neglect is also a thing but the heat managing stuff is actually safe . In Draco's case (rich aristocrat) most would consider his ambitions and future job a "weird entertainment" because and omega that wealthy and beautiful doesn't need to worry about anything in life. Aside from good marriage. On the pheromone thing: omegas can use theirs to soothe, balance emotions and draw attention/shift it.

Alphas are most desired in leadership roles, high risk jobs and can use their pheromones to induce fear, obedience to a certain degree (depending on personal strength of the other end of the process).

Drarry were in the same year at Hogwarts, rivals became closest friends by 4th year. The squad was golden trio, Neville, Ginny + Theo, Draco and Luna. Linny got together by year 6, someone wasn't that smart.

Draco was the only one who could possibly top Hermione and Harry in charms because of his interest in enchantments and curses inherited from his grandfather.

Harry was one of the best seekers Hogwarts has seen and an incredible DADA student. Which lead into Harry becoming an auror (Sirius is one) and Draco a Curse breaker.

Entry point: they're 21, Harry has finished his auror training a year ago and managed to save Britain when he was 19. Draco returned from the States about three months ago – studied there and made a name for himself in the pro-world without parents or friends. Harry was mad he told him he's leaving abroad only couple of months ahead but made peace with it because they kept exchanging letters and Draco actually showed up after the saving the world part for two weeks – skipped classes to help him get his shit together.

Have I mentioned they're not a couple yet? There's that. Idiots in love tag. Sirius, Remus and Narcissa want to scream on a daily basis for years. Lucius just opens another bottle of wine and sighs at this point.

So Draco comes back, works at the ministry: DMLE has gone through some changes and now they had +2 divisions: curse breakers and dark market control. Harry is the most famous auror after Sirius and Moody. Work often brings them together – there's an uprising of certain alchemists guild. A big, stinky mess with serious consequences. They clean it up the best they can.

Harry has to get used to being near Draco again and it's so hard for some reason. Especially when they're outside of work. He always knew Draco's an omega and it never made things weird before, never bothered him. His scent familiar, calming, home-like: he joked once, year fifth if the memory aids him right, that Draco smells like an apothecary and first colder winds of autumn – chamomile, sage, vetiver and freshness after a the rain. Now he feels like the scent has changed a little – spiced up, literally. Bloody cinnamon and something warm, alluring added into the mix.

It hits him like a depulso in the chest – he's attracted to him now. Not like he considered Draco unattractive before, not at all but the feeling has never been so clear and strong. Shit. Has he been then? Has he missed something? What's the right thing to do now? Is there a right way?

Back in school they were friends and Harry considered his rare alpha impulses as a byproduct of his nature, nothing more. Whenever he had a sudden urge to help, protect or support him that wasn't accurate to the circumstances he knew Draco's heat is near. It's just how things work, nothing to fuss about. Draco hated when people treated him this way but allowed him, Harry was sure – because of the trust they had. He knew Draco can take care of himself (more than some alphas, to be perfectly honest) and was always ready to throw him a challenge. Aside from the horrible feverish days during the heat – suppressant potions helped with not being a piece of cake for alphas around, not stopping everything.

Harry felt the other side of the coin four times a year as well. Back then Draco's presence alone made his first ruts feel less like loosing his mind and he's forever grateful – not many omegas would be brave enough to even go near. Draco sneaked out from the slytherin common room to theirs and sat right next to him for about half an hour to soothe symptoms. Hermione called them idiots, Ron just kept an eye.

When he started dating Cho in year six their friends were speachless for some reason. Draco distanced himself so suddenly and harshly he was mad for a month straight before pushing him to a wall, wanting explanation. Draco said some bullshit about having to focus on studying he didn't believe for a second but decided to let it go. Him and Cho were very different after all, maybe he didn't feel comfortable with her in their circle. Who knows.

Year seven he was with their new beater – transferred omega of insane wit, class and beauty. Maya smelled of peonies and honey, charmed the whole school and now was a healer in training. Draco came back to normal that year, however for the first time he didn't see him for the whole of summer break – he took a trip to France with Narcissa, only letting Theo and Luna know.

On Christmas of their last year of Hogwarts after they came back from the Manor, Sirius sat him sown and asked, unusually sirious:

– Kid, is there anything you want to talk to me about?

– No? I'm fully ready for NEWTs, promise! Uncle Remus can confirm.

– Like I care about that crap. You and Draco. What the hell happened?

He didn't get it then. At all. They were, as Harry thought, completely fine. And then Draco went to study. Another continent, different time zone, best curse breaking course in the world that had the harshest entry exam.

Harry was indeed stupid back then, only worried about his acceptance into the auror training.

And apparently fucking blind.

Now he's seeing it. Now he wants to kiss him until it hurts. Now he knows that Draco's "I love you, Harry, but you're impossible sometimes" wasn't a friendly "I love you". Neither was the one in year five before that, probably. But they are here now and he has no idea how to act.

21 year old Draco wasn't quite the same person who left england. He's not only slightly taller and more fit, it's in the magic and eyes – sharp, cold, vigilant, fast thinker. His best qualities helpful in his craft refined. Draco is professional, kind to his friends and horrible to enemies.

Annoyingly sweet and helpful towards him yet somehow feels distant. He's closer with Hermione and Ron now it feels like than with him and it doesn't feel right.

Draco is supposed to be his. Always was.

That thought scares him the first time it appears. He brushes it off and goes to meet Draco and Hermione in the cafeteria.

The second time he wants to choke the alpha from the department of mysteries that's clearly making Draco uncomfortable. Takes a deadly glare of grey eyes and a hand on the wand so he would back off. Harry doesn't mention he saw the scene, Draco wouldn't want him to.

The third time the thought hits him with a brutality of a brick to the face when Hermione briefly mentions Draco's american ex-boyfriend. Something snaps inside of him.

– Sorry guys, I've overestimated my energy level for the evening. Need some sleep.

– Sure thing, need anything?

– No, Mionie, thanks. Put everything on my tab.

For three years now he rents a flat in central London but he apparates to Grimmauld before he can think.

Remus opens the door, already in pajamas, cup of cocoa with rum in hand. It only takes a second for him to figure out his state.

– What's wrong, Harry? Come on in, it's freezing.

Only when he's changed in some of his old clothes and has eaten a decent dinner the anxiety setlles. Sirius pours him some fire whiskey.

– Thanks.

– Glad you've stopped by but there's definitely a reason. Well?

Harry sighs, melting into the sofa. Takes a couple of sips before voicing it out.

– I think I fucked up? Like, big time and need... relationship advice? I like Draco.

Remuses puzzled expression slowly changes to a weird smile, Sirius looks at him in disbelief.

– And what is say new about that?

– My star, let the poor boy breathe-

– Fuck no! I've been quiet for years and you want to shut me up? Not happening. Harry did you hit your head or something?

– ... Ok that is not the reaction I have forseen.

– The grass is green and you like Draco Malfoy, – Sirius rolls his eyes, – that part is clear. What's the fuck up precisely?

Harry shifted his gaze from Remus back to Sirius. They're not fazed at all.

– Wait, you know I'm bi?

Remus slides down in his chair, laughing with a bit of hysteria, covering his face.

– Siri, I can't do this now...

– You think I can? Seriously where is Cissa when her patience of a saint is needed?... Harry, we know. Of course we know. If you think your crushes on boys weren't obvious you are terribly wrong. Now back to Draco – what's your question?

It takes him a few seconds to accept the embarrassment and form a sentence.

– I think Draco liked me years ago and I skipped the cues. Well- Not cues, he told me he loves me basically. Yeah. And now I'm falling in love but everything is different and I'm not sure what to do. Don't say just talk – he'll hit me!

– Rightfully so.

– You're supposed to be on my side!

– Harry, I'm always on your side but if you want me to reassure you it'll go smoothly I simply can't. You basically lead on and rejected him in the past, even if that wasn't the intention. Your scents were starting to take in the others notes and the next thing, I was planning to have a conversation about how serious this all is and then Boom! Next thing we know you're dating Cho Chang. I thought you two have decided to stay friends for the sake of not ruining a safe connection or something, but it appears you sucked at reading the situation.

– Ok that's enough for one day. Can't you see he's already hating himself enough?

Remus sits beside him and gently pats his back.

– You wanted advice? There you go: try talking. Draco's at least going to listen. He came back and chose to still be your friend. It's not good to say but he's still afraid of loosing you, one way or another and wants to be close. But don't get your hopes too high up – time has passed.

– Eh, – Sirius replies, seemingly in thought, – I mean, he isn't dating anyone or married yet. Which is weird considering how popular young marriages are within the nobility. Not out of sympathy but of convenience he could've made a deal with someone so Lucius would consider case closed.

– His stubbornness is sometimes for the best.

Harry sighs, leaning onto his uncle's shoulder. Here feels good: with them, safe, warm. Only the chamomile and sage is missing.

– He'll yell, huh?

– A lot. Prepare to be slapped.

Harry accepts his fate. Anything to see if he has a chance. If they have one.

Draco indeed slaps him across the face. Tells him everything he kept inside for years, asks why. Good question he hasn't got an answer to.

– You're impossible sometimes.

– I know. You've mentioned.

– Oh, so you Do remember? Unbelievable.

– Is there anything I can-

– Start with being a good friend again. More that seeing you with your exes I hated how easy it was for you to let me drift away. After that a date in nature, away from people. Then we'll see.

Harry lights up and is ready to proceed with clear instructions. Draco still likes him, he can tell. But things are different now – he's not the only one who chooses.

And Draco chooses him.

– I made up my mind long ago. It's either you or no one.

– You had a boyfriend!

– Two of them, yes. Yet I don't have a mark, a child or married. You fucked around enough too and dare to lecture me. What was I supposed to do? Put my life on pause and be miserable waiting for you? Not happening. I love you, Harry, but you don't own me. I'm not an achievement of yours.

He would prefer to be kicked in the balls than to realise he's been acting like the alphas he hated. Since when did he had a right to expect Draco to be single all those years?

Draco wasn't his before, not truly. He's just taken him for granted.

– You're right. I'm sorry, Draco. You were never a goal or a possession to me yet it probably looked like I threw your trust away.

– It did.

He's seen him cry three times, first two being extremely overwhelmed from stress. So for him to break down now meant only the amount of pushed down hurt finally caught up. Harry hesitates for a moment but the look of Draco clenching his jaw, trying to switch into anger to hold himself together crushes him.

A hug is much needed for both of them – they haven't properly hugged since year seven, such a long time.

– You can hit me again if that'll help.

– No.

Draco shakes his head and presses into him, hiding behind his shoulder. Harry strokes his back gently and slightly rocks from side to side. A little trick with pheromones works – Draco calms down faster. He gives him an angry look, Harry smiles.

– Try using this shit on me again and I'll send you flying over the city for a couple of days. There's a curse for that.

– Is there a counter curse for being a bitch? You desperately need one.

Protego saves him from being hit with a gust of wind. Draco fixes his ponytail, trying his hardest not to smile.

– Asshole.

– Hungry?

– Yes, actually. My place or yours?

– Since when you can cook?

– Since I had to feed myself for four years?...

Right, no house elves there. There's so much to catch-up on! Excitement flows through him in a wave.

– Yours.

– That's what I thought.

The dinner goes cold while they kiss. This type of hunger Harry can't endure much longer it seems – he's always had a weakness for sweet and salty.

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Composer&singer Venti being unexpectedly fit for everyone except Zhongli who knows that to keep dancing and singing for three hours and do it in tour you have to at the very least have stamina. Said stamina makes their private time more eventful too but that's more of an added bonus.

People thinking Venti is extroverted and reactive when Zhongli witnesses him staring at the wall dissociating after the tour has ended or finishing a piece for a film.

Zhongli is seen as this refined and polite, well-mannered person when Venti knows for a fact he can tickle you to oblivion to win an argument and in fact will tell you to fuck off if you piss him off.

Even close colleagues believe Zhongli to be fearless when Venti has seen him terrified more than once and held his hand through it.

When they show up together for an event for the first time most think it's a joke, PR trick or a prank. They're nothing alike, parts of different world that aren't supposed to merge. In theory.

In practice they're married for eleven years.

Venti laughs at the shock of the public, Zhongli patiently confirms the information to his acquaintances.

– It surprises me how blind one can be to the truth not fitting their perception of "right".

– What can I say? We are a stunning couple.

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Listen, I like all NXX male leads but Vyn and Rosa? Huge "two bad bitches at the same damn time" vibes. They are the ultimate "do not mess with Mr and Mrs ___" couple.

Also both of them are perfectionists that learned to not be scared of failure and try again and it makes them "it's not over till it's over" type of people.

On the morality scale... Rosa isn't mean but she can be absolutely ruthless if the situation calls for it and Vyn is in the grey zone just chooses the whites most the time. They are more similar than they think and that's not always a compliment.

Love to hc that in the route where they're a couple Marius drops a line about how Rosa reflects the best part of Vyn but is also feeding the worst so just be mindful lady ok? We don't want to bail any of you out of jail. I mean we probably will, but let's not.

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Problematic ship this, unhealthy dynamic that. Bro if you can't differentiate between fiction and reality why do you even consume fictional content it's by default unsafe in that case.

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Eyes.

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Quiet moments™

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Some people are so unnecessary rude to others with art hobbies and are unaware or just assholes about it it's insane.

"What does he keep writing there", "show me", "do you draw naked girls, I'll tell the teacher". They take away your notebooks, sketches, phone or glance over your shoulder.

Not mentioning the bullying inside the family and peer circles about "now having a real interest/job". And yes it happens in the office/work settings too.

People are sometimes disgusting to artists and then wonder why many of them are so "in their own world", "closed off" or have a very limited circle of friends. Like bitch guess, that's why.

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Composer and artist Venti + businessman and history of art major Zhongli with the Tate McRae Sports Car vibes in the backseat.

They are in love but a certain someone is very slow on calling it what it is, the one with golden eyes and too much complications in his mind for Venti's taste. He likes him no less tho.

Messy hair, hot breaths, hands on waist and lower, gorgeous arch of the shorter one's back, a private show and kisses filled with feelings.

Venti presses his lips on the back of his hand and wishes Zhongli goodnight, leaving him with slow music and thoughts. He sends a message to the driver and looks out the window to see the same old road to his apartment. How lonely it is there lately... Maybe a little bit of a change isn't bad? Especially when it's that bright and full of warmth.

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sweet dreams

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Miss Posessive has huge Harry vibes the first year drarry are in a relationship. He couldn't care less who you're going for unless it's his man, then keep your eyes off.

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Oh yes for sure. But at the same time I think they laugh a lot about their younger days with Chuuya.

– The heck did you mean back then? I have no idea to this day!

– Neither do I, but I do love you, somehow.

– "Somehow" as if you didn't use every chance to get on my last nerve just to have me touch you with a fist.

– Some might say a kiss with a fist is better than none! Not me though.

– U-huh.

does anyone else think dazai wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night to cringe about how he acted at 15

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Making memories🌪️🐉

(reference is the painting David and Saul)

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Thought of Dazai sometimes bringing bento to work (mostly at times when Chuuya isn't as busy and can spare time to make him one because he forgets to eat while he works) and some of his students gossiping about how caring his "girlfriend" is. The other half stares at them in disbelief because how would you come to a conclusion he dates a woman. Dazai just enjoys the show and shows his faves the shush sign with a smirk.

His oldest students have seen him and Chuuya Interact during Uni events and aren't surprised in the slightest when he just suddenly pops up after Dazai's last class to chat or pick him up. But sure most think they're just friends. Bet Atsushi once started singing "historians will call them-".

Mostly girls (but some boys too) trying to figure out what Dazai's type is must be hilarious. He makes it abundantly clear he's not interested (firstly because that's his students) and his heart is taken. A bummer for half of first years is a staple.

– Is she pretty? Do you have a photo?

– Someone stole your heart so they must be smart!

– Is she more of a cute, elegant or cool type?

Dazai ponders for a moment. Chuuya is all of those in different situations and from different angles.

– They're gorgeous, actually. Some people would say the cool type but I'm leaning adorable yet dangerous.

– Sounds lovely, will you bring them to our poetry evening?

– I'll ask, they might actually like that. But no promises, love of my life tends to be busy. Oh, and if they do show up – I wasn't being a sap.

– Sure.

Atsushi smirks from the other side of the room, knowing damn well who he's refering to. He will definitely tell Chuuya! Damn it.

Chuuya does show up to the poetry event and almost gets mad at how hard one of his students tries to hit on Dazai while he's clearly being cold, just polite enough so this wouldn't turn into a scandal.

– Would you mind leaving my husband alone? Thank you. Good evening, this shirt looks good on you.

Dazai rarely was that happy to see him.

– Chuuya, my love, you're just in time. We're starting soon.

– Hold up, HUSBAND?!

Gasps one of Dazai's favourite students and Chuuya just laughs.

– Told you wearing the ring wouldn't be a bad idea to avoid unnecessary attention. Yes, we've been married for four years now.

– No one had the chance huh? I get it tho. I would say yes too.

Chuuya smirks looking at Dazai.

– Most of them are adorable. You should've invited me to some events earlier.

– So they would flirt with you like that? No way.

Chuuya hides his amusement to the best of his acting abilities. Was that a sprinkle of possessiveness? Then the event starts and he's seriously thinking of giving two of Dazai's kids some contacts – they're really good.

At home comes the question section. Dazai wants to bang his head on the wall because his trusted comrades disclosed most of his secrets after a glass or two. Embarrassing!

– So, the record says you've referred to me as...

Oh, shit. He made a list, he really fucking took notes.

– "Love of my life", "my reason to be here", "arrogant piece of shit I'm unfortunately attracted to" – share the sentiment. "Brutal muse", "adorable yet dangerous" and my favourite, "blessing in the form of punishment".

Dazai sighs. He's utterly defeated.

– Chuuya is mad at me?

– No. But I would prefer to hear it in person from time to time, especially the love of my life part. I miss your teenage ability to speak your heart at least once in a blue moon.

This is not the turn Dazai's been expecting but all for the better for sure.

Some of their earlier traditions are resurrected: he starts writing love letters again, leaving them on the dining table in the morning to come back to an answer. Chuuya does it all in style – stamps, perfume that he adores, little sketches on the sides. Then they start getting out in nature once a month to clear their heads and spend time together without distractions and he feels like the world is more stable.

Lastly, he wears the ring again. The problem is exactly the same as it was in his first year of teaching – everyone wants to know who their young genius professor, the award winning writer is married or engaged to. And he doesn't want to share his Chuuya with the world. Maybe he's being greedy... So be it, he never was a saint.

AU where Dazai teaches literature in Uni and sometimes he reads through his students essays with the "I open up the tiktok what the fuck???" energy (he loves them and protects them from other professors' bs).

At home he sometimes reads specific paragraphs out loud to Chuuya (who's a lyricist for huge artists) and they just stare into the void or laugh.

However at different times Dazai randomly starts panting the room at 3 am while checking his student's homework, Chuuya wakes up and asks what it is. Dazai turns to him with a wild stare, points to the PC and goes "this is a literary masterpiece my career as an author is over I'm raising a freaking Van Gogh of our craft". Chuuya then confirms, amazed and they discuss the themes and all till 6 am and then go to work without a single regret, yawning crazy.