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My dramione is burning...slowly...

I just hit 15 chapters! Can’t believe I’ve written over 16k words so far… If you’re even a little curious, please consider checking out my fic set in an AU universe—your thoughts mean everythingto me. Every comment I see on any chapter seriously makes my entire day. 🥹💛 – Modern AU – Handler/Field Agent dynamic – Slow burn with extra tension – Enemies-ish to reluctant trust – Late-night encrypted messages – Mutual pining but they’d rather explode than admit it heheheh – She’s a rule-follower. He’s not even sure rules exist.(typical?) – Voice kink? Voice kink.

Bonus: CONSTANT OG universe references because I’m an addict and I cannot stop (AND ITS FUN)

Link: One The Other End

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I’ve always enjoyed writing romance but only when it builds slowly, in the background, at the right pace. I like reading insta-love, but writing it? Not really my thing. Before romance, what I love building most is comfort. That sense of safety and ease.

With Dramione, that was exactly the goal. This little moment is the very first time the story shifts into Draco’s POV. It’s short, but it means a lot to me. So I wanted to share. PS: instead of stating the POV change directly, I went with “he waits” to mark the switch—and suddenly, we’re seeing things through his eyes. I wanted to try a narrative shift I hadn’t used before. Do you think the transition felt smooth and clear? Would love to hear your thoughts!

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Another pause. She leans her head back, phone resting against her cheek. Her eyes drift to the bookshelf across the room—the only real décor she cares about—and land on the single family photo tucked behind the third shelf. She stares at it for a long moment, longer than she ever has before.

On the other end of the line,

he waits.

The voice on the other end didn’t rush. It waited—waited until the breathing slowed into something deeper, quieter than waking breath. That was the deal: being the one on the other side when it mattered.

And tonight, he was the one on the other end.

He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak.

He just listened—to the pauses, the silences, the soft rhythm of sleep as it arrived. And he stayed there, still and steady, until her side of the line fell entirely quiet.

Because his handler could call whenever she needed to.

And then, once he was certain there’d be no reply from the other end—no breath sharp enough to signal wakefulness—he smiled. Not wide, not for anyone else to see. Just enough to crease the corner of his mouth before a slow yawn caught him off guard.

“Goodbye, my control.”

click.

This is from One The Other End - Chapter 9

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3 CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY WOHOOO

i’m literally sprinting through uploads bc the unhinged madness coming up has me by the throat. EPISODE 8 IS OUT. WE’RE NOT SAFE. NONE OF US ARE. :3

“They think you’re a bad influence on me.”

That earns an audible smirk through the line.

“Well.” “I do have a reputation for corrupting good girls.”

She groans under her breath.

“And from what I hear,” he continues with faux innocence, “you’re the best one they’ve got.”

LINK: ONE THE OTHER END

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Somehow ended up in a completely different headspace while trying to write a character’s past heartbreak in the middle of the night… and just stared at the wall for a while after finishing the chapter.

Note to self: maybe I should stop writing the emotionally devastating scenes for my fanfic at 2AM. Maybe. 🖤

He left with a single bag. She didn’t ask where he was going. The next morning, she reorganized her notes, color-coded her archives, and submitted her application to the Systems Bureau internship program. No status updates. No calls to friends. Just a changed contact label on her phone: Archived.

She kept going.

The truth was: she’d really tried. She carved out time. She marked the calendar. She memorized the scripts.

But she never needed like he needed.

Meals were functional. Touch didn’t soothe. Sex was mechanical — something to be scheduled and endured, like a meeting.

She remembered, once, when Theo tried to talk about their lack of intimacy. About connection.

She had tilted her head and said, very seriously: “So… do you want to make love?”

She hadn’t been teasing. She’d thought that’s what he was trying to ask. To her, it was just another request — another checkbox. Something that could be offered, if it was needed.

She could be a dutiful girlfriend. But not a romantic one.

And she didn’t see why that was wrong — until someone else did.

Since then, she didn’t try again. Not out of fear. Out of clarity.

She didn’t want to ask someone to shape themselves around her systems. Didn’t want to pretend to be someone she wasn’t.

So she didn’t date. Didn’t flirt. Didn’t deviate.

But sometimes — in between the missions and the noise — she caught herself lingering too long in a moment of quiet. A voice. A pause.

Hungry for something she refused to name.

Years later, after she’d stopped trying to connect — or care — a file landed on her desk. Strategic Realignment, it read. Her name was listed alongside a field agent flagged noncompliant.

She took the assignment without protest.

Not because she liked chaos. Because chaos didn’t ask for morning coffee. Because chaos lived behind a voice, not a gaze. And that made it easier to breathe.

Malfoy — though she never called him by his full name — was that voice. Chaos, streamlined. Precise. Contained in a frequency only she could read.

He didn’t expect softness. Didn’t flinch when she barked instructions. Never accused her of being cold.

He flirted. She deflected. He joked. She corrected. He bled. She tracked trajectory with steadier hands than most.

He never asked her to stay.

He. Never. Asked. For. Anything.

Which made him safer than anyone she’d ever known.

Story: One The Other End

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NEW STORY! 

Two years.

One mission line. She’s a handler. He’s the field agent who never listens. No names, no faces. Just clean executions and encrypted orders. She didn’t mean to get attached to a voice. He wasn’t supposed to care who was on the other end. But when your job is keeping someone alive with nothing but your voice— things tend to get… personal.

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Louise Glück, “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962 - 2012

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Take Me With You

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seeking, yearning, reaching hands

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Sacred fruit

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Anne Shirley: Episode 9 | Next to Trying and Winning, the Best Thing Is Trying and Failing

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Ep.3 - Forming a Band [Hood] Fanfic

                                        LEA

                        _____________________

Rebecca.

That was the first name that came to our mind.

Rebecca was a senior and a drummer in our high school years when we started going to high school, and she was also a top-notch drummer in music competitions that year with a pyrrhic victory.

Since then, I haven’t met any other drummer girl other than Rebecca.

She and Melody quickly got along and started spending a lot of time together. By the time we finished the first year and went to second, she had graduated and we didn’t know where the hell she was go, for a long time.

I later learned that Melody had got in touch with Rebecca. She said that they found each other at a bar where Rebecca was performing, and they immediately started to hanging out again. After in a very short time, they started performing together, too.

Rebecca was truly talented. She was just unfortunate.

According to her words, after graduating from High School, she joined a small music company and started working with a band in there. However, she could not progress very well with this company due to in-group disagreements so in the end, chose to leave from there. Later, she agreed with another company, but in that company, she was sued because she could not get the payments she should have received.

Her case is still ongoing.

The story that comes after that, that is, until she meet Melody again, is that she was the drummer who comes to our local bar every week on a contract basis. She said that she continued to work there because she earned a good monthly income.

As we left the Artwein building, our first job was to go to Rebecca’s.

She was still asleep when we were at  the door. As she opened the door, you could see her hair still fluffy and scattered all over her face.

She had curly and unruly hair. Her curls always fell on her face, so she always preferred to keep her hair up.

Except for bedtimes.

And it was one of these  times.

“What do you want guys? Which company are you talking about?” She wasn’t even fully awake when she was talking.

We went inside without listening her and proceeded towards the hall. We could see the bedroom as we walked down the hall and noticed that her boyfriend, Jack, was still asleep too.

What a great couple that likes to sleep, I thought.

“Girls, are you ignoring me in my own house?” She was rubbing her eyes as she closed the door and walked over to us. ‘What time is it? 12?”

“Half past twelve,” Melody said, then continued. “We want you to be our drummer in the band.”

It was clear and precise. Because when we were walking to here, she had decided in her mind how she wanted to explain everything good and well-practiced.

Rachel closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to be undecided whether she should sleep or not. Finally, with a sigh she scratched her head and looked at us with her sleepy eyes.

'’Alright.“

“This is indeed a very important event, Rachael. We got noticed by a big record label and we need you badly.” I forced my voice to sound as pathetic as possible.

‘’O-kay.’’

Melody continued as we worked on the way in. "I know, I know you didn’t have very good experiences with your previous bands but give us a chance.”

‘’Alright, sure.’’

“Please Rachael please….” Melody slipped off the sofa she was sitting on and fell at Rachael’s feet.

And that’s when I realized it.

She had accepted.

And I can’t even remember being accepted so quickly in my entire life.

“Please Rachael I beg…at least until we find someone else….” Melody was still begging on the ground.

“Melody…” I called out her.

Rachael was still staring at Melody, not understanding what the fuck was happening.

“Melody…”

“What’s wrong, Lea, I’m trying to do something over here.”

“Mel, Rachael agreed.” I told her.

“What?” She blinked.

'’She accepted. She said yes.“ I was still trying to explain.

“No, she didn’t agree, she said alright.” Melody was silent for a moment. “She said alright.” She couldn’t believe what she said as she repeated her last sentence one more time. ’'Alright? Wait a minute, you said it’s alright?!” and started shouting at her. ‘’Have you ever remembered how many times you had problems with your previous bands before? Are you fucking dumb? How can you accept our offer just like that?’’

“Are you really came here with a belief that I wouldn’t accept or what?” Rachael asked, frowning as if she still couldn’t perceive it. ‘’What the fuck is wrong with you, idiot?’’

“Well yes…we even found many ways to convince you for that,” I admitted.

‘’I totally believe in you.’’ She said that with a big yawn.  ‘’ But for now get the fuck out of my house, I’m going back to sleep.’’ and without waiting for us to leave the house, she went back to the bedroom.

‘’ I still can’t believe her.’’ Melody said that while still crouching on the ground. ‘’ it wasn’t supposed to be that easy.’’

And it was that easy for Rachael to join our band.

Six months…

Yes, it’s been exactly six months since we had the band chat with Rebecca.

We used to meet in the garage at Melody’s house at least 3 times a week and practice the songs from our repertoire. And once every two weeks, we would go to use one of the music rooms in the Artwein Company.

But today was one of our garage days.

We were still three members, and we were almost one step away from listening to Bruce Artwein’s suggestion and calling Suzy to say we were considering going as three.

After our third rehearsal in today, Rachael stood up. “We can’t go on like this.”

“Yup. We just singing with a few hums and rhythms.” I said.

Melody nodded. She was sitting on the floor, carrying the guitar in her lap. She was smoking a cigarette at the same time. “We need a voice that will make the song explode. A soprano maybe”

“Do you have anyone in mind?” Rachael asked as she stood up and walked over to the water bottles.

I honestly said, “I didn’t meet many people in college.”

Melody lay down quite comfortably from being in their home garage. She continued to smoke. “Maybe it could be one of my mother’s students.”

Since her mother was a former soloist, people would come to their house to take private lessons all the time.

Just at that moment, the front door opened and closed. A uniformed girl walking past the garage door paused and peered through the garage door. “Nice toys.” she said. I knew from her uniform that the girl was from our high school.

“Hey, you’re a Tuesday student.” Melody said as if she had noticed something.

The blonde girl raised one eyebrow and continued to stare at Melody with a dull expression. “Well?”

Melody then turned to Rachel and me and whispered in a tone she believed the girl in the uniform wouldn’t hear. “I’ve overheard her a few times. She has a really good voice.”

When I looked at her, she was rolling her eyes.

She definitely did hear Melody.

Getting behind the drums, Rachel clapped her hands and shouted loudly. "Come on girl, it’s time to show someone your beautiful voice today!”

The girl looked at the three of us one by one with a crooked smile and came in. Then,  she threw her bag on one shoulder next to my jacket, which I had thrown on the floor, and approached me. Without asking, she took the microphone in front of me to towards the middle and positioned herself facing Rachael.

“Zombie by Cranberries.”

Melody stood up, her eyebrows raised in shock, pressing her cigarette into her ashtray. Rachel was starting to move in her chair. She swung her drumsticks between her fingers and tapped them twice for giving us the signal.

We were ready for count in.

‘’the one two three four…

That day, we finally found our vocalist which we had been looking for 6 months. Actually, it didn’t even count as finding.

Because Penelope had brought herself up to our feet.

And that was the story how we found  our last member.

It was also was the end of how did Last Red 4 Weeks form.

Okumaya devam et

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A Pre-Raphaelite mermaid, inspired by Florence Welch and painter John William Waterhouse.

Made with ink, watercolor and pencil colors.

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Titania by Emma Whitney (1881-84)

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Duman ve Dans

  Bir sıcak nefes daha ayrıldı bir ölünün bedeninden. Ruhu yavaş yavaş yok olduğu sırada yumdu gözlerini karanlığa.

                    Karanlığın içinde bir ışık ararcasına.               

                                              Yavaş yavaş kayboldu sessizliğinde.

                         O ışığı hiç bulamadan öylece.

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