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This was perfectly put and exactly explains how I felt reading these chapters. I can’t wait to see it animated and to see this confession become the thing it’s supposed to be.

Japan’s concept of confession and why Ochaco might not confess

“Confession” is a big deal in a country as subtle as Japan. Not all people have the courage to confess, but when starting official relationships confessions are often expected. This is what I know confessions to be like in the world of manga: Person A talks alone with Person B and shares with them the secrets of their heart. “I like you please accept my feelings.” This usually ends either with them going out or A being rejected by B. The usual reason for the rejection is “I like someone else.”

I’ve been having some more ideas about the day Izuku fell into Kacchan’s arms and how what Kacchan did for him was almost confessional in a way. He told Izuku what was in his heart, why he bullied him and that no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t escape him. He called him “Izuku” and we saw the impact this had on Izuku’s face. 

Izuku just couldn’t believe that Kacchan was calling his name properly for the first time in 12 years, it completely shocked him, and after apologising for everything, he told Izuku, “Come home, let’s do this together. We need to help each other in this fight against AFO.” 

The conclusion of this confession was that Izuku acquiesced to 1-A’s request for him to return, but it was only really possible because his attachment to Kacchan triumphed over his motivations to stay away. It was Kacchan who broke down his walls with his apology. It was Kacchan who filled him with hope that things would be better, and Kacchan who finally hammered into Izuku how important it was for him to be part of the collective. That his inclusion was very wanted and needed, and that he in turn can rely more on everyone as well. That together, they can push forward, trusting in and helping each other.

I think what hurt Izuku the most during his solo arc was being away from his friends, but especially Kacchan. Because that day in the rain, he literally gave up on his solo vigilante mindset for him. After hearing Kacchan’s unbelievable words he had patiently longed to hear for years, it was impossible for Izuku to stay away from him any longer. As he passed out, he stumbled a few steps towards Kacchan who, without missing a beat, caught him in his arms and gently held him. This embrace told us “From now on it’ll be different. I’m gonna be here for you, Izuku.”

So to recap all of that… Kacchan became vulnerable and spilled what was in his heart, Izuku accepted his desires, with it all culminating in them becoming closer. Which is just like a successful romantic confession!?

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• Proposal - Part 1

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“you must be going on lots of dates, huh, kacchan?”

i like when they have trouble communicating 👉👈

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Photobooths! 📸

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Hawks: You gotta stop with this mass arson!

Dabi: Miss me with that gay shit.

Hawks: What ‘gay shit’?! The law?!

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Bakugo, showing Izuku a bunch of pills: Deku! What the hell is this?! I found them under your bed!

Izuku: It’s not what you think! Put one in water.

Bakugo:

Bakugo: What the hell?

Izuku, pulling the animal sponge from the water: It’s a rhinoceros!

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Drabble - “just pretend to be my date”

“Just pretend to be my date.” 

Hermione continued her insistent poking on Draco’s arm. He was annoyingly uninterested in her dilemma. 

“I don’t bring dates to these sort of occasions, Granger. It would completely ruin the “readily available for sex” persona I’ve worked so hard to build.”

Hermione watched McLaggen set his sights on her. He waved in recognition and began his way over to where they stood at the bar.

She gripped Malfoy’s arm.

“Please! Please, Malfoy, I’m desperate.” 

His body suddenly turned to face hers, and the unexpected loss of his body mass under her hands caused her to stumble into him. He caught her before she could inflict any bodily harm upon herself - or their glasses of champagne.

She looked up into his piercing grey eyes and was, for a moment, quite lost in them, until she remembered that she really needed this man to pretend to be in love with her. At least for as long as it took for Cormac McLaggen to call off his pursuit of her and find a new target.

Every Ministry party was the same. She showed up, dateless, spent the night bouncing around different groups of coworkers in her effort to avoid Cormac and ended the night alone because she had been too busy hiding out to flirt with anyone.

She realized she’d been resting in Malfoy’s arms for too long. She adjusted herself upright and felt his hands leave warm imprints where they’d held her body. 

“So? Will you do it?” She gave her most grotesquely pleading pout that she could muster.

“Not until you tell me what’s in it for me, Granger?” He eyed her curiously, taking another swig of his drink. His eyes sparkled menacingly.

Hermione peaked over his shoulder to see she’d gained a few minutes, thanks to Luna - bless her, Hermione owed her big time - who seemed to have stopped McLaggen for a chat. She had a Quibbler in her hands. Hermione strained to read the headline: Tinder: A Muggle Solution to Dating Woes

This was a good sign. Luna could talk about the curiosity of Muggle inventions to a wall. This bought her at least a few more minutes.

Now, how could she bribe Malfoy to help her?

“I’ll - I’ll file your paperwork in the office for an entire month.”

“I’m all caught up on my filing, unlike yourself.”

She did have an embarrassingly large backlog of papers to be sorted.

“Fine - I’ll… I’ll quit suggesting better ways you could have completed your work assignments.”

“I do hate it when you do that..”

“So we have a deal?”

His lips curved into a smirk and he closed the distance between them again, as if he had a secret to tell that only she could hear. 

“When I wanted to know what would be in this for me, I wasn’t exactly thinking about - Ministry related things.”

This confused her. “Then when do you need help? I’m not very handy, but I can bake a mean pie - ”

Malfoy maintained his closeness. “I was thinking more along the lines of…tonight.”

“Oh Merlin, he’s back on the move. Great, okay. I’ll help you tonight.”

“I’m not sure you’re understanding me, Granger.” She felt a sudden chill as Malfoy reached a finger under her chin, gentle but assertive. She could’ve easily pulled away, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, remember how to move her head.

Her breathing hitched. His eyes, though still sparkling, had turned dangerous. She couldn’t look away.

“Tonight. My apartment.”

McLaggen was meters away.

“Okay,” she said, her voice quivered, betraying her uncertainty of what she was agreeing to. She decided not to analyze the fact that spending a night with Malfoy was currently the better option than having a conversation with Cormac.

A much better choice. It wasn’t even a contest.

Malfoy used his grasp on her chin to bring her face closer to his.

“Anything I ask from you - do you agree?”

“Hermione!” McLaggen called. Only a single person stood between him and Hermione’s spot at the bar.

“Malfoy, please!”

Malfoy dropped his hand from her chin and snaked his arm around the silk fabric clinging to her waist. It was quite a thin barrier between her skin and the strength of his arm. The feeling was strangely intimate. 

He turned them so that they faced outward, toward their approaching guest.

“Hey! Glad I found you - that Loony chick caught me up in a very weird conversation about Muggle dating practices. My date ditched me tonight, so I thought I’d come find you and buy you a drink.”

McLaggen looked from Malfoy to Hermione, then down to her waist where, to any outsider, it would look as though she’d already been claimed. 

“She already has a drink. But I’ll take another one, if you’re offering.” Draco’s stare was focused, as if challenging McLaggen to even attempt taking what was rightfully his. Draco tightened his grasp on her hip, causing her dress to slide up daringly. 

“Ah, well. Looks like I’m too late. Perhaps another time, Hermione?”

“Actually, I think her drinks are sorted for the next - I dunno - ten of these parties. Possibly more, if she’s feeling extra helpful tonight.”

Malfoy pulled away from her fingers, which had just pinched him as hard as they could.

McLaggen first looked confused, then as though he wanted to say something - perhaps to ask Hermione what her thoughts were on his offer - but to her relief, he decided that this encounter was no longer worth his time, and sauntered away. He made sure to take the exit furthest away from Luna Lovegood.

Hermione expected to feel again the removal of Malfoy’s arm from around her, but he only pulled her closer. Using his free hand, he passed her her glass of champagne. 

“So - tonight?” she asked, inquisitive to what he had in store for her.

“You have no idea what you’ve signed up for, Granger.”

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"I hear she got another one this morning," Blaise says, voice projected loudly enough for the whole Great Hall to hear.

It is now common knowledge that Hermione Granger has been receiving daily flowers for the entire month leading up to Valentine's day, and the whole school is dying to know who they're from.

"Weasley," is Pansy's guess.

"Too easy," Theo argues. "I bet it's Potter. Or that Macguire tosser. McDonald? Mc something."

"McLaggen," is Draco's surly response.

But Blaise has another theory.

"Draco, don't you know quite a bit about flowers?"

He does. They know he does.

They all do; it's a foundational topic of early pureblood education. And with a mother like Narcissa, Draco is even better informed than most.

"Draco," Pansy gasps. "You're blushing!"

And that's all it takes for the rumors to start.

Blaise sits back, smile smug and proud, watching it all happen 

He knows the minute the theory reaches Granger.

They're sitting in potions, a class all eighth years share together. Lavender Brown whispers something to Hermione that has her looking toward the area of the classroom unofficially reserved for the Slytherins.

Her eyes linger on his friend a little longer than necessary. And over the next few days, her behavior becomes less combative.

Draco, for his part, panics.

"It's not me, Zabini!"

"Of course it's not," Blaise says, rolling his eyes. "It lacks any subtlety, and from what I've heard the arrangements.themselves are measley and plebian. Borderline pathetic."

"So then why--"

"It doesn't matter as long as she thinks it's you." Blaise works hard not to roll his eyes, but come on. For all his potions skill, the boy could be thick.

"But how does that--"

"You can figure the rest out for yourself, mate." Blaise pats Draco on the shoulder before leaving his befuddled friend to his own devices. He only has the capacity for so much charity.

Not that he's doing this entirely selflessly.

The pair have been circling each other like idiots for weeks, and he's bored of it.

This, though? He finds far less boring.

To Draco's credit, he takes over just fine from there. He begins to pay the witch more blatant attention, meets her at night in the library.

She says yes when he asks her to dinner on the fourteenth, and Blaise knows it's only a matter of time before they become official.

The morning after the date, Draco floats into the Slytherin common, looking sleepy but satisfied.

"Can't thank you enough," he says, grinning like an absolute madman.

"It was nothing," Blaise says, and he means it.

Draco struts away with a confidence Blaise hasn't seen since their fourth year. He's almost to the top of the stairs when he stops, like he's suddenly remembered something. "Where'd you get the flowers from, anyways?"

At that, Blaise's usual smirk shifts to a diabolical smile.

"I didn't. I just started the rumors."

Draco looks perplexed. "But then who--"

"Someone having a much worse Valentine's day than you, I'd bet."

Elsewhere in the castle, a drunk and inconsolably angry redhead shoves his last bouquet of roses into a burning fireplace, muttering something about a "stupid bloody ferret."

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five times everyone questions jaskier's sanity, and the time jaskier realizes he was (sort of) right all along. [inspired by yesterday's events... you know the one]

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Geralt looks… different. Very different. Like his entire fucking face has changed different. 

He looked just like himself at supper last night, but now it’s morning, and suddenly, he looks nothing like himself. It doesn’t even make any sense. Jaskier briefly considers that maybe he had a bit too much ale the night before, but he’s drunk more than he did last night and this has never been the result.

Geralt definitely looks different. Very different. Like a whole new face different. He looks a bit taller, too, which is completely unfair.

Jaskier eyes him suspiciously, and he’s probably completely losing it, but even the man’s Adam’s apple looks different when he swallows. Gods.

He doesn’t realize he’s reached out until the tip of his index finger makes contact with Geralt’s cheek. The witcher freezes, spoon stopping midway to his mouth before he slowly turns his head.

Jaskier pokes his cheek again, and then his jaw, and then his nose.

“What happened to your face?” He asks, sliding in closer to inspect. He pokes one of Geralt’s cheekbones, twice. Three times, for good measure.

“Do that again,” Geralt growls in a way that tells the bard he most definitely should not do that again.

Jaskier drops his hand.

—

“Has anyone else noticed that something's wrong with Geralt's face?”

Ciri lifts her head from the book she’s been scribbling in as Yennefer eyes him skeptically through the mirror she’s facing.

“What are you on about now, Jaskier?”

“Geralt. His face. It’s different,” he says, stepping further into the room. “And so is his physique.”

Yennefer arches a perfectly done brow at him.

“Not that I’ve been paying, or have ever paid any attention to his physique or anything,” he amends quickly, “because I don’t…”

Ciri’s snicker covers up a muttered, “right,” which Jaskier pretends to not notice.

Yennefer sighs as she turns to face him, “Geralt is fine. He looks the same as he did yesterday, and the day before, and last week, and the week before. He looks the same as he’s looked for decades. It comes with being a witcher.”

“But—”

“Geralt is fine,” she says with a level of finality that lets Jaskier know he is not winning this argument, “and you’re an imbecile.”

—

Jaskier’s not going crazy, okay? No matter what anyone says (fuck you very much, Lambert!) he is not going crazy.

The man still walks like Geralt, and talks like Geralt, and acts like Geralt, and knows things that only Geralt would know (like the fact that Jaskier has also needed chamomile rubbed on his bum… more than once), so it must be Geralt, except for the fact that looks nothing like Geralt.

“Do you really not see a difference?”

Ciri groans from beside him, clearly irritated at her reading being disturbed. Oh well, she’ll have plenty of other chances to read during their little hiatus. “No, Jaskier, I do not see a difference.”

The bard sighs as he watches Geralt, or whoever the fuck that is, from across the library. It’s all he’s been able to do for the last three days, which, well… isn’t new since watching Geralt has become one of his favorite past times over the last decade or so, but that’s how Jaskier knows he isn’t going crazy. Something is different.

Jaskier has spent hours on hours taking in the man’s defined jaw, and his expressive brows, and his pouty lips. He’s spent so much time trying to depict the specific shade of yellow in Geralt’s eyes, and the curl pattern of his hair, and how long it takes his stubble to grow back after it’s been shaved. He’s spent far too long picking up on every little detail to be told that nothing about the man has changed, because so much has changed. 

“How could you not see the difference? Everything about him is different! I mean look at the shape of his face!” Jaskier exclaims, waving his hand wildly in Geralt’s general direction. “And look at his nose! Gods, look at that nose!”

Ciri blinks at him once. Then, again. She doesn’t blink for three beats and then, she blinks again.

“Look!”

She does look this time, and she even squints. Jaskier waits, watching her, mentally begging for that realization to dawn over her.

Her lips do a thing where they press together and push upward, almost like a frown. “I think you’re right,” she tells him.

Jaskier’s eyes widen, posture straightening in alert.

“His skin looks much more vibrant, I think that new soap Yen got him is working.”

His eyes narrow into slits, and Ciri turns to him with a cheeky grin.

“Very nice, Ciri,” he drawls, “very nice.”

Jaskier huffs as he slumps back in his seat, turning his attention back to Geralt.

She’s right, though, his skin does look more vibrant.

—

“Triss, you’ve got to believe me,” Jaskier whines.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Jaskier,” she says, “but I just saw Geralt, and he looked fine, same as he’s looked the last ten times I’ve seen him since I got here.” She continues her journey down the hall, and Jaskier is truly surprised by how fast the woman walks. 

“But he isn’t! He isn’t himself, Triss, I swear, and I’m the only one who realizes!”

Triss comes to such an abrupt stop that Jaskier almost crashes into her. When she turns around, her head rolls, along with her eyes. She looks as exasperated as Jaskier feels.

“Suppose Geralt’s face somehow did change, how would that have happened, Jaskier? Explain that to me.”

“Well, I don’t know how exactly, but it must have been the work of a mage. Or maybe one of his potions!”

Triss levels him with a flat look. “A potion? Really? Right, because witchers are running around making potions that can help them shapeshift.”

And when it’s put like that, Jaskier realizes how insane he sounds. “That doesn’t rule out the possibility of a mage!”

“You guys have been in Kaer Morhen for weeks now. Just you, Ciri, Yen, a bunch of witchers, and now, me. And last I checked, Yennefer warded this place so well Melitele herself could strike this area right now and everyone here would remain untouched.” She’s talking with her hands, something she does when she’s at her wit's end, something she does when she’s refraining from turning the person she’s talking to into a toad. “That, alongside the protections that were already set up, means that the possibility that any mage could waltz in here uninvited, or even come close enough to this place, to cast some face-changing curse on Geralt is absolutely zero.” 

“Yes, but—”

“You need rest, Jaskier. You’re starting to sound diabolical.”

With that, she turns on her heels and leaves him in the hallway.

—

“So… you and Geralt have known each other for quite some time now, huh?”

Vesemir looks unimpressed.

It’s an expression he’s becoming quite familiar with.

Jaskier flashes his most charming smile, “have you by any chance noticed any changes in his appearance?”

Dead silence. Great.

“Anything at all?” He presses on hopefully.

The witcher’s expression goes from unimpressed to murderous.

Jaskier has never bolted from a room so fast in his entire life.

—

Jaskier knows this isn’t really the smartest plan he’s ever had, it’s probably in the top five of the dumbest, actually.

He doesn’t know what he has to gain from watching Geralt sleep, but it’s better than just sitting back and waiting for answers to come to him. And alright, he’ll be the first to admit that it’s kind of (really!) fucking creepy, but Jaskier has to get to the bottom of this. So, watching Geralt sleep has to hold some kind of answer.

Many years of sleeping alongside the witcher have taught him how to maneuver without waking the man up, he’s grateful for that now in a way that he’s never been before.

Despite what many may believe, Geralt’s quite the peaceful sleeper. He barely moves, he breathes softly, his face remains soft and pliant— he sleeps like… well, an angel. Even with this brand-new face, all of these little things still exist.

There’s always a certain level of alertness, though, something Jaskier realized early on, but that seems to be nearly nonexistent tonight. It must be Kaer Morhen. Geralt’s at peace here. It’s probably one of the few places, if not the only place, where he truly feels safe. The thought makes Jaskier’s heart melt.

For the second time this week, he finds himself reaching out almost involuntarily. The back of his fingers run along the side of Geralt’s face, and the witcher releases a hardly audible sigh. Jaskier smiles, allowing his fingers to wander a bit, lightly tracing the lines of Geralt’s face, both sharp and smooth.

Geralt’s nose twitches, and Jaskier taps a finger to it. Definitely number one on the list of the dumbest things he’s ever done.

The witcher startles awake, sitting up so fast he nearly headbutts Jaskier. He probably would’ve had the man not fallen off the bed, and flat onto his ass onto the cold, hard ground.

“Ow,” Jaskier groans.

“Jaskier?” And oh, fuck, that sleep-worn voice always did things to him, and right now is not the best time for any of those things to be happening.

Geralt’s eyes zero in on him, and Jaskier offers a weak smile and a wave.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jaskier?”

“Trying to figure out what happened to your face,” he responds, and it comes off as more of a question than an answer

Even in the dark, Jaskier can feel Geralt glaring at him. Then, the witcher lights up the candles beside his bed, and Jaskier can see Geralt glaring at him.

“This again?”

“Yes, this again.” Jaskier hisses defensively, dusting his buttocks off as he rises to his feet. “There is something incredibly wrong with your face, and no one else sees it, but I do.”

“Jaskier—”

“No! I’m being serious right now, Geralt. Your face has changed, alright? It’s completely changed, and I don’t know why I’m the only one who has realized but—”

“Wait—”

“I’m starting to feel kind of crazy over here, and I—”

“I think I know what’s going on. Yen—”

“...don’t understand how everyone else can just—”

“Jaskier, you’re not listening.” Geralt’s standing, now, and he’s all up in Jaskier’s space the same way Jaskier was in his mere minutes ago. And he’s shirtless, which is very, very distracting.

But not distracting enough, Jaskier is on a mission here, Godsdamnit. 

“No, you’re not listening. Your fucking face—”

“My face is fine. Yennefer—”

“Your face is not fine, Geralt. I mean, it’s not like you look like a gremlin or anything, but—”

“Yen, she—”

“You’re still beautiful—”

“Yennefer is fucking with you, Jaskier.”

“I don’t think any curse could ever make you less beautiful—” Wait.

“Wait.” That was Geralt’s voice, as if he’d read Jaskier’s mind.

“Yennefer’s fucking with me?!” Jaskier exclaims at the same time Geralt says, almost breathlessly, “you think I’m beautiful?”

“Huh?” The bard answers dumbly, “what? Yes, of course, I think you’re beautiful. Woo-hoo, this isn’t news to anyone. Now, what do you mean Yennefer’s fucking with me?”

Geralt doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t do anything. He just stares. He stares for so long that Jaskier starts thinking that maybe Geralt’s the one fucking with him.

“Hello?” Jaskier snaps a few times. “Continent to Geralt?”

The witcher seems to blink out of it and huffs a laugh.

“Remember last week when you replaced the soap Yennefer uses for her hair with an ink of sorts?”

Yes, Jaskier does remember. Vividly. It’s one of the best pranks he’s pulled on the sorceress since they started their little game. “And it turned her hair red.”

Geralt hums in confirmation, “well, you know Yennefer. She said she’d do something about it. I didn’t know what, but… seems like it was this. She casted a beholder spell on you.”

“A what?”

“It’s a spell that makes whoever it’s put upon see whatever the caster wants them to see. In this case, it was… my face.”

Jaskier gasps. “That witch.” She’s a genius. Evil, but a fucking genius. “Do you know how long until it wears off?”

“How long did it take Yen to get her hair back to black?”

“Five, maybe six days.”

“That’s probably your answer.”

Jaskier groans. Knowing Yennefer, it’s probably double that. “Gods.”

Geralt hums, thoughtfully. And then, “so…”

Jaskier doesn’t know where this is headed, but he doesn’t like it.

“About you thinking I’m beautiful…”

He gulps. Right. “I said that, did I?”

The witcher takes a step forward, and it was a big step, and there wasn’t that much space in between them, to begin with, so that single step has them toe-to-toe. “You did.”

“Well, everyone thinks you’re beautiful,” Jaskier grins, nudging him as he tries to play it off. 

Geralt tips his head to the side with a slight furrow in his brows, “not everyone.”

“Everyone who isn’t an idiot, I mean,” says the bard, “or a jealous prick, or a prejudiced waste of space. You’re beautiful, it’s hard to look at you and not see that. Most people see that, it’s not just me, ask anyone in this keep. I may not have had anyone on my side about your face looking different, but they all agree about your face being beautiful trust m—”

“Jaskier.”

“Yes?”

“You’re doing that thing you do when you get nervous.” Geralt smirks when he says it, the prick.

“What thing?”

“The rambling thing.”

“I’m always rambling,” Jaskier tells him, “and I know this because you’re always telling me to shut up.”

“No, you’re always talking,” Geralt corrects, “and when you talk, it’s controlled. Whereas when you ramble, it’s hardly coherent because you’re going a mile a minute. You only do that when you’re nervous.”

Fuck.

Geralt leans in closer, lips stretching even further, “am I making you nervous, Jaskier?”

Fuck.

“I—”

Gods, they’re so close. They’re so close, and they’re only getting closer because Geralt is still leaning in like he’s going to—

“Stop.”

They’re not close anymore. Geralt is suddenly several feet away from him. He no longer looks smug, he looks confused, and… small.

“I know where that was headed,” Jaskier begins, licking at his lips and realizing how dry they’d gotten from Geralt trying (and succeeding!) to seduce him, “and trust me when I say I am on board, like all the way on board.”

Geralt cocks a brow, as if to say, then why aren’t we already naked?

“But, I want my first kiss with you to be with you.” At the witcher looking confused again, he continues, “I know it’s you, but I want you to look like yourself.”

The witcher sighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever been irritated by Yennefer more than I am at this moment.”

“I feel your irritation, believe me,” says Jaskier, “and I promise once this wears off I’m all yours, but in the meantime… we can still sleep together in a completely clothes-on kind of way.”

Geralt smiles.

And that’s how the two end up spending the rest of the night cuddling while plotting how Jaskier’s going to get Yennefer back.

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The spell wears off a day later, and by the time Jaskier emerges from Geralt’s room the following day, he forgets what he was getting Yennefer back for in the first place.

He ends up baking her a chocolate cake as a thank you, with the words THANK YOU, THE SEX WAS GREAT on it.

The look of mortification when she sees it is priceless. Unintended, but priceless.

As it turns out, the best revenge is a bit of kindness.

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Prompt: “Green suits you.”

Hermione couldn't take it anymore; she quickly put her items in her bag and stormed out of the library, ignoring the questing look on her friends’ faces. How dare he continue to flaunt around with her? Doesn't he have taste? Apparently not if his top choice was Lavender. 'I shouldn't care, he's not worth it anymore.' Hermione thought to herself. She didn't realize where she was heading until she was pulled into an alcove. "What's got you all hot and bothered Granger?" Hermione looked at her capture, Draco. "Nothing to be concerned about." She looked down, counting the stones in favor of looking him in the eye. "You sure about that?" She could hear the smirk. "I don't want to play your games today, Malfoy!" "Oh, he did a number on you today." He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him. "Green suits you, should be jealous more often." She jerked away. "Oh, sod off." She huffed as she slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Draco followed suit. "I'm just messing around." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him. "My offer still stands." "Draco you know that offer is possibly the worst idea you've ever had." She leaned her head on him. "All I'm saying is take my tie and put it in your bag." He started to loosen his tie. "Next time you are with him pull out a book and let it fall out." He removed his tie and placed it in her hands. "He doesn't have to know whose tie it is, it's just putting the idea in his head." "But won't you need it?" "I have plenty others, Granger." She glanced up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Draco. For everything." She leaned her head back onto his chest. "Anything for you Granger." He whispered quietly, almost like he didn't want her to hear.

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Drabble

Prompt: “Oh my god, you’re in love with her!”

“She's insufferable!” Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, throwing himself onto the leather couch. “I’m going to regret asking,” Blaise, his best mate, came to sit across from him, “What did Granger do this time?” Draco scuffed, “What hasn’t she done? She eats my food, she borrows my books without asking, her hair is,” he gestured around the room, “Everywhere!” “That doesn’t explain your little tantrum.” “She’s just– all over the place. I can’t get away from her.” Draco ran his hands through his hair. “I mean, she’s not here.” Draco looked up at Blaise confused. “You can always come down here to escape her, yet this is the first time you’ve been here in a month.” Blaise was wearing the signature Slytherin smirk. “You don’t get it.” Draco waved him off. “Then explain it to me mate,” Blaise asked calmly. “She’s constantly with me. We do rounds together; we share a common room together.” Draco stood up feeling his anger coming back. “We even have every class together, she’s like a parasite that is glued to my brain.” “Your brain?”  “Yes! She has wormed her way into every aspect of my life and even my thoughts and dreams are being invaded. It’s like–” Draco was interrupted by laughter. “What is so funny?” Draco’s anger was growing. “Oh my God–” Blaise was fighting to speak between laughs, “You’re in love with her.” Draco froze.  In love? With Granger? “That's fucking ridiculous.” Draco spat, only his anger was fading. “You are mate.” Blaise gave him one last laugh before leaving him to his thoughts. Shite. “Why is he laughing?” Pansy came up behind him. “I’m in love with Granger?” Draco asked himself out loud. “Of course, you are.” Pansy pats him on the arm, “Everyone already knows except you two.”

[macariahades]

So glad I can finally share this!! I had such a fun time being a part of this fest and creating a wonderful story for it!

HP Cest Fest 2022: Reveals Masterlist ☕️ 📖 🎨 🎙

We are pleased to REVEAL the 59 phenomenal works for the inaugural HP Cest Fest! Thank you to all the creators that made this fest possible!

Blackcest

📖 A Swan’s Son (Or, Caring for Bellatrix) | E | 7.6k By @thistlecatfics / thistlecat Cynus Black III / Bellatrix / Sirius / Andromeda

🎨 ART: Take Care of Draco | T | Digital Art By @digthewriter / digthewriter Draco / Sirius

📖 Aubade | E | 6.3k By @tenrousei-kuroi / tenrousei_kuroi Regulus / Sirius

📖 Brighter Stars | E | 10.6k By Anonymous Orion / Regulus / Sirius

📖 Crossing Family Lines | E | 1.5k By @broomsticks / leftsidedown Andromeda / Narcissa

📖 Just The Two Of Us | E | 2.2k By @fiendishfyre / FiendishFyre Regulus / Sirius

📖 Kiss You Soft, Hold You Down | E | 8.8k By Anonymous Regulus / Sirius

📖 Let’s Run Away | T | 1.4k By @camelot-dragonlord / apocalypseWallflower Regulus / Sirius

📖 loveliest lies of all | E | 5k By dalula Orion / Regulus

📖 My Brother's Keeper | E | 2.3k By DeadDoveDoNotEncourageUs Regulus / Sirius

📖 Obedience | E | 2.5k By @emrldapplejuice / blckapplejuice Andromeda / Walburga

📖 softly it falls | E | 2.2k By dalula Orion / Regulus

📖 Sweet Child 'O Mine | E | 3.4k By @fiendishfyre / FiendishFyre Orion / Regulus / Sirius

📖 🎨 The Forked Snake | E | 11k | Traditional Art By The_Shift Regulus / Sirius / Marlene

📖 The Impending Malfoy Wedding | E | 1k By @cottagewhore / cottagewhore Bellatrix / Narcissa

📖 The Lion Star | E | 6.6k By The_Shift Nymphadora / Sirius; Regulus / Sirius

📖 this is where my heart belongs (in you i've made my home) | E | 2.5k By PsychiatristGirl Regulus / Sirius

📖 To Carry on Turning the Wheel | E | 8.4k By @tenrousei-kuroi / tenrousei_kuroi Arcturus III / Regulus / Sirius

📖 With Pain, Comes Power | E | 15.5k By LightTheShadows Bellatrix / Narcissa / Regulus / Sirius

📖 wrong number | E | 2.4k By @swoontodeath / swoons Regulus / Sirius

Malfoycest

📖 Daddy Dom and the Pureblood Prince | E | 8.7k By @fleetingdesires / FleetingDesires Draco / Lucius

📖 Qualis Pater, Talis Filius | E | 5.6k By @thesexythighsofthebatman / IvanaeSilvia Draco / Lucius

📖 The Lover and the Boytoy | E | 10.5k By @fleetingdesires / FleetingDesires Draco / Lucius / Severus

Pottercest

🎙 [Podfic] Playing Games by Fleeting Desires | E | 1hr By @phenomenalasterisk / PhenomenalAsterisk Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 All my care is you, and all my pleasure yours | E | 6k By @yletylyf / yletylyf Harry / Lily (Evans)

🎨 ART: Baby, you've got what it takes. | G | Digital Art By @digthewriter / digthewriter Albus Severus / James Sirius

🎨 ART: In the embrace where madness melts in bliss | G | Digital Art By @digthewriter / digthewriter Albus Severus / James Sirius / Scorpius

🎨 art: study buddy | T | Digital Art By wrongaccount Harry / James Sirius

📖 baby boy, you're killing me | E | 14.8k By just tired (stillredhead_just_tired) Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 Cravings 1: Context | E | 1.2k By @fleetingdesires / FleetingDesires Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 Cravings 2: Contact | E | 4.3k By @fleetingdesires / FleetingDesires Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 Cravings 3: Control | E | 2.5k By @fleetingdesires / FleetingDesires Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 Distance Makes the Cock Grow Longer | E | 4.8k By @greenmegsnoham / greenmegsnoham Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 Forbidden Love, Take Flight | E | 9.7k By @makeitp1nk / makeitp1nk Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 I'm just a guy whose intentions are good | E | 8.8k By @phenomenalasterisk / PhenomenalAsterisk Harry / James Sirius

📖 Jaime's hot breath & Al's soft touch | E | 2k By wrongaccount Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 James's Guardian Angel | M | 4.2k By @stopme / Stopme Harry / James (Sr)

📖 Sometimes things happen | E | 38.7k By Anonymous Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 Strays of the Night | E | 3.9k By BelladonnaLee Albus Severus / James Sirius

📖 the dark passenger | E | 5k By eleven_eaves Harry / Albus Severus

Weasleycest

📖 A Brother's Love | E | 8.2k By MacariaHades Ginny / Bill / Charlie

📖 Afternoon Delight | E | 2.3k By @fleetingdesires / FleetingDesires Ginny / Bill

📖 Death and Undeath | E | 3.1k By @lumosatnight / noxatnight (lumosatnight) Fred / George

📖 The Room is no longer Dark | E | 5k By @iliveforthefall / I_Live_For_The_Fall Arthur / Bill / Charlie / Percy / Fred / George / Ron

📖 The stages of you (I love, I grieve) | E | 28k By @imanakletos / Anakletos Percy / George

📖 Wolf's Hunger | E | 3.5k By By @iliveforthefall / I_Live_For_The_Fall Bill / Ron

Other-cest

📖 Eat Freely | E | 9.4k By LapinsdeJanvier Lovegood: Luna / Xenophilius

📖 She Put A Spell On You (Yet, now you’re mine) | E | 4.7k By @camelot-dragonlord / apocalypseWallflower Riddle: Tom / Tom Sr.

📖 Sweet, Glorious Madness | E | 2k By The_Shift Lestrange: Rabastan / Rodolphus / Bellatrix

📖 The World against Us | E | 1.9k By @maraudersaffair / maraudersaffair Carrow: Amycus / Alecto

📖 Theirs, through blood or bond | E | 4.2k By @iliveforthefall / I_Live_For_The_Fall Granger: Hermione / Mr Granger / Mrs Granger

Pseudo-cest

📖 A Suitable Reward | E | 9.7k By Dark (Chelonie) Draco / Severus

📖 a surprise in the post | M | 1.9k By @swoontodeath / swoons Harry / Sirius

📖 Desire in Six Senses | E | 11.8k By sky_watcher_rose Astoria / Narcissa / Lucius

📖 Dog bite | E | 3.4k By @stopme / Stopme Harry / Sirius

📖 fit me, next to your heartbeat, where I should be | E | 48.7k By @coffeedrgn87 / CoffeeDragon87 Harry / Teddy

📖 Happy birthday sweet sixteen | M | 18.1k By @mundrakan / Shadowmun Harry / Sirius

📖 i can feel your blood pressure rise (fuck this tension) | M | 1.4k By PsychiatristGirl Harry / Sirius

📖 What gives us hope | E | 19.1k By @stopme / Stopme Harry / Sirius

[macariahades]

Welcome!!

Hi!

I'm Macaria.

I am an avid reader/writer for the Harry Potter Fandom.

However, I am planning on branching out to write in other fandoms very soon such as; Hunter x Hunter, The Witcher, ZOMBIES, and many more!

REMEMBER!!!!!! People can ship who they want and write ANYTHING they want. If you don't agree you will be blocked.

AO3 Fics:

Harry Potter:

Oasis: Nevile Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson Truth or Longbottom?: Nevile Longbottom/Theo Nott Hermione's Perfect Plan: Hermione Granger/James Potter/Remus Lupin/Sirius Black It's Okay: Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy The Maze: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger Happy Birthday Pet: Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy I'll Keep Your Secret: Hermione Granger/Theo Nott In The Stacks: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy You've Got To Be Kitten Me: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Little Dove: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle Need Her: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle Is That A Challenge?: Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley Be Mine?: Pansy Parkinson/Original Female Character I Don't Share What's Mine: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Beautiful: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson A Brothers Love: Ginny Weasley/Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley The Chase: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy