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Chapter 4 uploaded to AO3 and Wattpad! Thank you to everyone who supports me through comments, kudos, or just a good word in my DMs. You guys are what restores my faith in humanity!!!

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Chapter 3 of Unshackled is up!

Thank you to everyone who read and liked!

My heart is forever yours ❤️

For UNSHACKLED 🖤

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UNSHACKLED

Chapters 1 and 2 on AO3

🔗 For emotional damage click here

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After months of writing, crying, rewriting, and maybe bargaining with a few dark entities… I’ve finally posted Chapter 1 of my fanfic:

🖤 Title: Draco Unshackled

🩸 Vibe: Gothic rebellion, morally gray characters, slow burn with bite.

What if Draco Malfoy didn’t seek redemption… but revolution?

Set in a post-war world where Voldemort won, this fic reimagines Draco’s arc as one of power, grief, and rebirth, where dark magic isn’t something to fear, but something to master.

Chapter 1 is now live on AO3! 🦇 More chapters coming soon—this is just the beginning.

🔗 Click here for emotional damage

Comments and Kudos are my lifeblood.

Long reign the dragon. 🐉

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The chains weren't his. But he wore them like they were.

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Me before Unshackled: I love Draco Malfoy.

Me after Unshackled: I serve him. I KNEEL.

My WIP. Soon on ao3.

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My way of remembering the fallen.

Always 💔

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Decay, my love.

Rot to pieces.

Fall apart.

For in your decomposition, you nourish us with life.

And in my life, I will sow your vengeance.

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The little porcelain doll lay haphazardly on the floor, her face cracked, her head twisted backward. Her once-white dress was torn and stained with the dust and blood of forgotten years. Once pure, beautiful, and beloved, she was now a ghost. A relic whispering of a tragic past.

Somewhere beyond the veil of time, a girl's voice trembled: "I want my dolly, mommy."

But no answer ever came.

Neither did the girl.

-Soulbinder.

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Chapter 23 mood:

Blaise Zabini, wrapped in a cloak like a disgruntled burrito, clutching a jar of blue flame like it's the crown jewels, refusing to walk another step until someone apologizes for the weather.

And he still looks better than most of us.

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Death is the most beautiful thing in life, for without it, life has no purpose. Without the finality of the end, life loses its taste. Without death looming over us, life ceases to be meaningful, and without meaning, we're already dead. - Soulbinder.

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If I may ask, have you considered creating a cinematic promo video trailer for your book? It could be a powerful way to showcase its significance and increase visibility, engagement, and popularity with your audience.

If course I have!

Once it'll be ready that's exactly what I'm planning to do :)

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Draco Vs. Cellphones - Or the Tragic Story of Muggle London.

Finally, his eyes landed on a Vodafone store nestled between other shops, its display window lined with bulky mobile phones and promotional posters boasting ‘The Future of Communication!’ Draco stared at the devices, unimpressed, before stepping inside.

The store was small, cramped, and reeked of desperation. Bright red and white branding screamed at him from every direction, and glass cases housed rows of flip phones and brick-like Nokias with ridiculous buttons. The place was packed with people, most of them sweaty and loud, and Draco looked and felt entirely out of place—like a royal time traveler stumbling into a filthy tavern.

His lips curled in disdain as he approached a saleswoman wearing a cheap polo shirt with the store’s logo embroidered on it.

"Good afternoon," he said curtly, his disgust shifting to detached indifference as his gaze swept over her in silent judgment. What in Merlin’s name was she wearing?

The woman looked up from the clunky Nokia in her hands and blinked at him, a slow smile curling her lips. She was young, with long blonde hair twisted into a braid and bright blue eyes.

“Oh… hello. Can… can I help you?” she asked, cheeks reddening slightly.

Draco nodded once, completely unaware of the effect he had on Muggle women. His expression made it painfully clear how much he wanted to get out of there.

"I need to purchase a phone. I'm not too familiar with… phones, so if you could recommend a device, I'd be grateful." He managed to squeeze the last bit of courtesy left in him.

The saleswoman smiled at him sweetly. "Sure… that’s what I’m here for! I’m Tracey, by the way." Her voice was cheerful and friendly, though she swallowed nervously under his cold, impatient stare. "Anyway… what are you looking for in a mobile?"

Draco’s eyebrows shot up. "I need to contact someone who also has a mobile."

Tracey laughed, but when Draco’s expression didn’t change, she quickly stopped. "Oh… right… sorry, it’s just that all mobiles do that. I mean… like, do you need a sturdy one? Something with good reception? A model that lets you send texts easily?"

She trailed off as she studied his face, realizing he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. Her eyes widened slightly. "Right…"

She thought for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Are you like… royalty or something?"

Draco’s expression softened slightly. At least they were capable of acknowledging superiority when they saw it. Perhaps Muggles weren’t completely hopeless after all. He ran a hand through his platinum blond hair, and Tracey forgot how to breathe for a second.

"In a way," he replied smoothly.

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“Alright, you cursed thing…” He glared at it, recalling Tracey’s instructions. He dialed Victoria’s number, watching the screen flicker.

“Hello?”

“Victoria? Can you hear me? I procured the device!” Draco shouted.

Draco scowled at the phone, his frustration mounting. "I CAN BARELY HEAR YOU, VICTORIA!" He glared at the device, willing his magic to enhance it somehow, but it remained as unresponsive to his abilities as a brick.

"Draco? Is that you?" Victoria’s voice wavered, betraying her immense effort not to burst out laughing.

"YES, VICTORIA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" he shouted again, his irritation growing with every passing second. "I CAN BARELY HEAR YOU!"

That was the final straw for Victoria. A loud, uncontrollable laugh erupted through the speaker, ringing loud and clear in Draco’s ears. She was howling, and Draco, his jaw tightening, wished he could hex the infernal device into oblivion.

"VICTORIA!" he snapped, but she was too far gone.

The laughter only grew, the kind that left you breathless, teary-eyed, and clutching at your stomach. It was several long moments before she could even attempt to regain control of herself.

Draco sat rigidly on the bench, his back straight, his eyes narrowed in pure, simmering annoyance. A vein pulsed dangerously in his temple as he continued to glare at the phone. He had never felt so ridiculous in his life.

Victoria was crying now, actually crying. "Oh—oh, Gods—Draco, you—" She wheezed, unable to finish as another fit of uncontrollable laughter overtook her.

Finally, between gasps for air, Victoria managed to choke out, "Put—the—mobile—to—your—ear!"

"WHAT?" Draco barked.

"PUT. THE. MOBILE. TO. YOUR. EAR," she enunciated, still shaking with laughter.

Draco froze. His expression went completely blank as the realization hit him like a rogue Bludger. Oh, for Merlin’s sake. He had spent the last several minutes yelling at the device like an imbecile when all he had to do was—

Slowly, with mounting horror, he lifted the phone to his ear.

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She's a menace with good cheekbones but I can't stop thinking about her.

She didn't want to save him

She doesn't need his redemption

All she wants is to see what happens when he stops holding back.

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A soft voice can still summon storms. - Soulbinder

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Gorgeous

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Ever been to a vampire's den? -

Victoria opened the palace doors with ease, and the others followed her. Blaise looked around, wide-eyed, his gaze filled with appreciation for the opulent interior. Hermione visibly shrank; her skin prickled with unease as the dead, chill air greeted them like a ghost.

It was as mortifyingly still inside as Draco remembered.

They moved deeper in—past the grand, twisting staircase and into the bowels of the palace. The hall behind the stairs was gilded with gold skirting boards, framing the base of the walls and the windows alike. It was pitch black beyond the glass—not a flicker of light in the world outside.

On the opposite wall, paintings from eras long forgotten stared down at them—grotesque and eternal. Bloody figures frozen in silent screams. Naked bodies with twisted limbs, reaching toward the heavens while burning in hellfire. Each canvas more disturbing than the last.

The corridor was lit only by kerosene lamps hanging between the paintings— casting a theatre of flickering shadows that danced across the faces of agony. Draco’s gaze lingered on one painting—one where a man was held down by a crown, molten gold poured into his mouth. He looked away before he realized why it felt familiar.