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To have you, Iori-senpai 🎴

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How to casually approach your crush at gym.

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i’ve watched this like 8 times in a row

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Manacled by @senlinyu 🖤

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tell me the story of neville longbottom, the other boy who lived.

tell me the story of a boy who was born unimpressive, who could have been a chosen one had snape listened longer at the door. who had parents that loved and cherished him for far too short a time. who lost his mother and father to the cruelty of death eaters, who had to grow up with a family that always saw him as less than who he was, who he could be, because his magic remained hidden inside him, coiled like a snake.

tell me the story of a boy who could never quite handle school, who could never muster the courage to raise his hand in class, who always messed up his potions somehow. who sat in the gryffindor common room as hermione patiently went over her history of magic notes for him and wondered for the millionth time why he didn’t end up a hufflepuff. who never saw himself as anything special, not really, because there were other kids in his year whose stars burned brighter, while he struggled just to keep up with the bottom of the class.

tell me the story of a boy who stepped up, who foresaw hogwarts descending into darkness and refused to let it happen without a fight. who became the next leader of their secret fight against the dark lord, rebelling against snape and the carrows from within the castle. who led the surge to take the sword of gryffindor from snape’s office; who took blow after blow from torturing death eaters to try and protect the first-years who didn’t deserve any of this. who ended up hiding in the castle, creating a supply line to hogsmeade and continuing to fight under threat of expulsion (and worse) because someone had to do it.

tell me the story of the unchosen one, who went from a nervous little boy to the slayer of nagini in seven years. tell me about that neville longbottom.

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happy new year! dumping some dramione from last year that i never posted

2nd pic is inspired by my fav scene from revert by SUPRNTRAL LVR

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I posted 117 times in 2021

11 posts created (9%)

106 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 9.6 posts.

I added 121 tags in 2021

#dhr art - 43 posts

#dhr - 20 posts

#dramione - 12 posts

#dhr fanfiction - 10 posts

#dramione fanfiction - 9 posts

#dramione fanfic - 7 posts

#i love this so much - 5 posts

#draco malfoy - 5 posts

#hp art - 5 posts

#dhr fanfic - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#it’s me. i’m the proofreader. i freaking do that for a living. and i am missing some strikes sorry

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

SUMMARY:

Upon receiving a voice message from her best friend, Hermione remembers a certain marriage pact they did years ago. Now he’s getting married... not to her though.

My entry for Dramione RomCom Fest: The Sequel is Groom Heist: Hermione Slythers In. Based on My Best Friend’s Wedding (1997)

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34332622/chapters/85426531

31 notes • Posted 2021-10-08 21:29:33 GMT

#4

Hello! First chapter of Desiderata is out now.

Please do mind the tags. 🌸

Read HERE / https://archiveofourown.org/works/33919792

31 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 22:44:34 GMT

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Draco, Are You Watching? (A Ficlet)

“Draco, are you watching?” she says as she showed him the steps for the opening dance for Eighth Year Yule Ball. 

 “I am,” he says, taking her hand and easily dancing with her, memorizing the moves right away.

“Draco, are you watching?” Hermione asks as she showed him how to use a Muggle computer. 

“I am,” he responds, clicking the “W” icon and then typing her name on the document.

“Draco, are you watching?” She asks as they watched a video of his proposal and then their wedding. 

“I am,” He responds, but his loving eyes are watching her instead of the telly.

“Draco, are you watching?” she asks and then gasps as a movement on her tummy appeared. She smiles and presses his hand over. 

“I am,” he responds, feeling his son kick. He smiles and plants a kiss on Hermione’s stomach.

“Draco, are you watching?” she asks, glancing at him when he stopped talking.  

“I am,” he responds. He was watching their son take his first steps by himself. Draco beams with pride.

“Draco, are you watching?” she asks, a horrified expression on her face as the 6 year old Scorpius zooms past Hermione, riding a broom skillfully at his young age. 

“I am,” he responds with a smile, his arms crossed as he sat on a stone. But she doesn’t hear him.

Hermione turns and walks towards him, eyes staring at the marble stone he was sitting at. An epitaph. With his name. 

“I am,” she copies his words. Because she knew he is watching. 

All the time. 

 And he was.

Originally posted on twitter but thought I’d share it here too. Also, because I suck at tracking my self-prompts hehe sorry

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I knew it was over.

I knew it was over when his touch started to feel foreign.

I knew it was over when his embrace became forced.

I knew it was over when his kisses turned cold.

Still, I hoped it would be back to what it was used to, but it never happened.

What we had was familiarity, comfort, friendship, and a budding romance—on my end, at least, I know that now.

So what can I do when he fell in love with someone else?

It’s not as if he dictated his heart to love someone aside from me.

He tried. He tried hard for me.

I knew he did.

Merlin, he married me.

It was alright for a year. Our honeymoon was spent in France. We traveled a lot, we were at our freest when we did.

So I don’t know when it happened.

Maybe it started when our parents kept hinting at wanting grandchildren.

Maybe it started when I started a career of my own.

Or maybe he just really didn’t see me that way.

He only needed me, not love me.

Not in the romantic sense, anyway.

It hurt, knowing he was physically with me, but his heart was with 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

That whenever he held me, he was thinking of 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

I wasn’t blind, but I refused to see the truth.

I love him too much to let him go.

We are bound.

We are married.

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Draco, Are You Listening? (A Ficlet)

Related but not connected to Draco, Are You Watching? [Originally posted on Twitter]

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“Draco, are you listening?” Her soft voice takes him out of his reverie.

“I am,” He looks at Hermione, unable to comprehend why Potter and the Weasley family would even welcome him in their home for Christmas. “I’ll go”

As long as she’s there, he’ll go. Anywhere with her.

“Draco, are you listening?” Hermione asks, stopping in her tracks as they pass by Diagon Alley.

“I am.” She doesn’t know it, but he already bought her a copy of the book she wanted before it’s even released.

“Draco, are you listening?” She asked as she turned around slowly, The dress she was wearing was simple, but she looked like a goddess.

“I am,” he responded. “Yes, you look beautiful.” He reaffirms, wishing she was going out with him instead.

“Draco, are you listening?” She asked, cupping his face, eyes brimming with tears as she stared into his soul.

“I am,” he nodded. He was listening but at the same time he wasn’t. Did she really just say that?

“I couldn’t take it further because it felt wrong,” she sobbed.

“It felt wrong because I kept thinking why I wasn’t doing these things with you. Why are we apart? Why are we not together?” she was a mess, but she never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

“Draco, are you listening?” she continued. “I said I love you–”

He cuts her off with a kiss. Soft.

Deep.

True.

“I am,” he mumbles. “And I love you. Always have. All this time.”

They laughed with tears in their eyes, and at the same time, they said, “We’re idiots.”

“Draco, are you listening?” she whispers, glancing around the church as they both stood in front of the altar. She’d just finished stating her vows.

“I am.” he whispers back then nods, says aloud, “I do.”

He then kisses her, in front of everyone, and all the gods there is.

“Draco, are you listening?” Her eyes are confused. “I said I’m pregnant.”

“I am,” he was staring at her tummy. They’re having a child. He thanks his lucky stars. “I love you both.” He kisses her stomach and then her lips.

“Draco, are you listening?” she asks through the muggle phone. “You’re spacing out again. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I am,” he smiled and looked at the phone. He presses play once more.

It’s the only way to hear her voice again.

You know how it ends.

ALTERNATE ENDING (below)

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103 notes • Posted 2021-09-28 06:14:36 GMT

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GHOST OF TSUSHIMA (2020)

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GHOST OF TSUSHIMA ‣ Iki Island — scenery 18/? ↳ Senjo Gorge

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Physic in this game is outstanding!

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“They took everything from us. Again.”

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Moon

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interhouse group project

(hehe they ended up in the same group again for arithmancy)

i think draco would be a good group project leader in class (he made all the slytherin to sing weasley our king? please he must be good). i also really like the hc that draco is good at using people. like he knows how to use people to their potential for his own gain, so if you are on the same side as him he'll indirectly helps you lol.

(anyway this really brings me back to my student days, had to be a bit bossy if i want my project to be done haha...)

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@drumgodess15 thank you for sticking with it until the end 🥺☺️🥰

I knew it was over.

I knew it was over when his touch started to feel foreign.

I knew it was over when his embrace became forced.

I knew it was over when his kisses turned cold.

Still, I hoped it would be back to what it was used to, but it never happened.

What we had was familiarity, comfort, friendship, and a budding romance—on my end, at least, I know that now.

So what can I do when he fell in love with someone else?

It’s not as if he dictated his heart to love someone aside from me.

He tried. He tried hard for me.

I knew he did.

Merlin, he married me.

It was alright for a year. Our honeymoon was spent in France. We traveled a lot, we were at our freest when we did.

So I don’t know when it happened.

Maybe it started when our parents kept hinting at wanting grandchildren.

Maybe it started when I started a career of my own.

Or maybe he just really didn’t see me that way.

He only needed me, not love me.

Not in the romantic sense, anyway.

It hurt, knowing he was physically with me, but his heart was with 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

That whenever he held me, he was thinking of 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

I wasn’t blind, but I refused to see the truth.

I love him too much to let him go.

We are bound.

We are married.

So why does it feel like I’m living someone else’s life?

A perfect fit, but not the right part.

I never thought this would happen. I thought during the time we spent together, he’ll learn to return back the kind of love I have for him.

He wasn’t able to. Because he already gave that love to 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

And it hurts me. To know that without him admitting.

What hurts more is that I can see him suffering, but he doesn’t tell me anything.

I see it in his eyes. How there’s no happiness when he smile.

I see it in the way his eyes light up when an idea comes to mind, but it’s not me that he wants to discuss it with.

I hear it when he mentions her name, never often, only when brought up. Like it’s so fragile, so precious, so loved.

But what sealed it for me was whenever he sleeps, he cries sometimes, but he calls for 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

Like a prayer.

Like salvation.

Like life.

I love him too much to let go.

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But I love him enough to do so.

I asked him to meet me where he proposed, and as always, he came.

Finding nothing else set up, he asked me. “Is everything alright?”

I tried not let my voice waver. “Yes, but you aren’t.”

His eyes were confused and strode towards me. “What do you mean?”

“Draco, I know you’re in love with somebody else.” I told him, blinking back my tears.

“But…”

“I know the situation. And I won’t force myself anymore. I’ve already hindered your life more than I should.”

He shook his head, “No,”

“We both tried to make it work. But you can’t fake love. We can’t force love, Draco,” I held his hands and he held them back. “Because you’re already in love,” I smiled and finally let my tears fall.

Draco reached up to wipe my tears away.

“It’s alright. It’s really alright,” I sobbed. “I’m thankful you tried, really. We were infatuated when we got married, and look at us now. I can’t go against what’s meant to be. I can’t go against your destiny.”

Draco was crying too. His eyes reflecting the rays of sunset, somehow signaling the end of our relationship.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I already took the liberty of filing for this,” I show him a scroll, one with our names on it.

He looked at it and immediately knew what it was.

“All it needs is your signature and this marriage will be dissolved. It was never consumed, so that makes things easier,” I sniffed and turned away to compose myself. “I love you, Draco. So much that I’m ready to let go.”

His arms pulled me close and we cried together. “I’m really sorry. I hope one day, you find it in your heart to forgive me.”

I patted his arm and we pulled away so he can sign the papers.

It was bittersweet. But for the first time, I can genuinely say I was happy.

I was happy for him. For me as well.

“Thank you,” His voice shook. “Thank you.”

Draco held me close and kissed my forehead.

𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 ‘𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 ‘𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦’.

We then heard a faint pop of apparation nearby and the gazebo where he asked me to marry him lit up and a certain curly haired witch stood inside.

Draco saw 𝙝𝙚𝙧 and I witnessed his face lit up. “Granger…” he turned to me, a bit confused. “I—how?”

“I was your first Lady Malfoy,” I smiled at him and glanced at the witch who looked at us with a grateful smile. “But she will be your last.”

“Astoria… thank you.” He said, eyes glassy.

With one final kiss on my forehead, I let him go.

As I watched him run to her, I smile as two destined souls finally unite.

I accept it now.

I have to let this one-sided love end, so both of our lives—the best we’ll have—can finally begin.

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I knew it was over.

I knew it was over when his touch started to feel foreign.

I knew it was over when his embrace became forced.

I knew it was over when his kisses turned cold.

Still, I hoped it would be back to what it was used to, but it never happened.

What we had was familiarity, comfort, friendship, and a budding romance—on my end, at least, I know that now.

So what can I do when he fell in love with someone else?

It’s not as if he dictated his heart to love someone aside from me.

He tried. He tried hard for me.

I knew he did.

Merlin, he married me.

It was alright for a year. Our honeymoon was spent in France. We traveled a lot, we were at our freest when we did.

So I don’t know when it happened.

Maybe it started when our parents kept hinting at wanting grandchildren.

Maybe it started when I started a career of my own.

Or maybe he just really didn’t see me that way.

He only needed me, not love me.

Not in the romantic sense, anyway.

It hurt, knowing he was physically with me, but his heart was with 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

That whenever he held me, he was thinking of 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

I wasn’t blind, but I refused to see the truth.

I love him too much to let him go.

We are bound.

We are married.

So why does it feel like I’m living someone else’s life?

A perfect fit, but not the right part.

I never thought this would happen. I thought during the time we spent together, he’ll learn to return back the kind of love I have for him.

He wasn’t able to. Because he already gave that love to 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

And it hurts me. To know that without him admitting.

What hurts more is that I can see him suffering, but he doesn’t tell me anything.

I see it in his eyes. How there’s no happiness when he smile.

I see it in the way his eyes light up when an idea comes to mind, but it’s not me that he wants to discuss it with.

I hear it when he mentions her name, never often, only when brought up. Like it’s so fragile, so precious, so loved.

But what sealed it for me was whenever he sleeps, he cries sometimes, but he calls for 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

Like a prayer.

Like salvation.

Like life.

I love him too much to let go.

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But I love him enough to do so.

I asked him to meet me where he proposed, and as always, he came.

Finding nothing else set up, he asked me. “Is everything alright?”

I tried not let my voice waver. “Yes, but you aren’t.”

His eyes were confused and strode towards me. “What do you mean?”

“Draco, I know you’re in love with somebody else.” I told him, blinking back my tears.

“But…”

“I know the situation. And I won’t force myself anymore. I’ve already hindered your life more than I should.”

He shook his head, “No,”

“We both tried to make it work. But you can’t fake love. We can’t force love, Draco,” I held his hands and he held them back. “Because you’re already in love,” I smiled and finally let my tears fall.

Draco reached up to wipe my tears away.

“It’s alright. It’s really alright,” I sobbed. “I’m thankful you tried, really. We were infatuated when we got married, and look at us now. I can’t go against what’s meant to be. I can’t go against your destiny.”

Draco was crying too. His eyes reflecting the rays of sunset, somehow signaling the end of our relationship.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I already took the liberty of filing for this,” I show him a scroll, one with our names on it.

He looked at it and immediately knew what it was.

“All it needs is your signature and this marriage will be dissolved. It was never consumed, so that makes things easier,” I sniffed and turned away to compose myself. “I love you, Draco. So much that I’m ready to let go.”

His arms pulled me close and we cried together. “I’m really sorry. I hope one day, you find it in your heart to forgive me.”

I patted his arm and we pulled away so he can sign the papers.

It was bittersweet. But for the first time, I can genuinely say I was happy.

I was happy for him. For me as well.

“Thank you,” His voice shook. “Thank you.”

Draco held me close and kissed my forehead.

𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 ‘𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 ‘𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦’.

We then heard a faint pop of apparation nearby and the gazebo where he asked me to marry him lit up and a certain curly haired witch stood inside.

Draco saw 𝙝𝙚𝙧 and I witnessed his face lit up. “Granger…” he turned to me, a bit confused. “I—how?”

“I was your first Lady Malfoy,” I smiled at him and glanced at the witch who looked at us with a grateful smile. “But she will be your last.”

“Astoria… thank you.” He said, eyes glassy.

With one final kiss on my forehead, I let him go.

As I watched him run to her, I smile as two destined souls finally unite.

I accept it now.

I have to let this one-sided love end, so both of our lives—the best we’ll have—can finally begin.