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[finncakes]

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[dracoxsworld]

The Boy at the Bar - Draco Malfoy x Reader.

A/N: Hey friends here is another Draco Fic, I have one in my drafts but I am lowkey convinced it'll flop. Idek, haha. Enjoy this one. :)

Warnings/Summary: No warnings in this one! Slight innuendos, but nothin' serious. <3

You enter the Three Broomsticks with Pansy. "Alright, y/n. Scope out the guys, who's your next victim?" She teased, playfully shoving you. You laugh at her joke. "Nobody tonight, I am getting drunk for me only." You say, and point towards yourself. Pansy nodded, however you couldn't tell if it was from her being shocked or impressed. Probably both.

You and Pansy went out every weekend, scoped out guys from your school, got drunk with them and well.. Had fun with them. It was just what you both bonded over. A strange topic some would argue, but hey; you're both young. No strings attached is the way to go.

"Hey, Potter is over there." Pansy motioned to the boy with the messy black hair and circle glasses. "Ugh, never in a million years." You shudder. "I'm sure he's.. good. But he's not my type." You add. "I am not sure he would lie with a Slytherin anyway." Pansy admitted. You nodded in agreeance. Pansy saw Blaise, and her face immediately turned red. You noticed and nudged her in his direction. "I think I found my pick of the night." Pansy said, biting her lip. You laugh, "Have fun, Pansy."

You sat at the bar, alone, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when all of the sudden you feel a presence sit next to you, you looked and was shocked at who it was. Draco Malfoy. "Draco," You greeted. He looked down at you and smirked. "Well if it isn't y/l/n." You feel your ears get hot. He always calls you by your last name, even in school. To tell the truth, you've always had a fascination with the blonde boy. But he always seemed so busy with the other Slytherin girls. "Better believe it." You respond. "Snarky, as always." He huffs, sitting down next to you, but then slightly moves to get up again, as if he changes his mind. "Do you have a boy with you tonight, y/l/n?" he asks. You shake your head, motioning with your hand to tell him he can sit back down.

"Surprising." He leered. You do a double take. "Excuse me?" You stammered. "I am in this bar every weekend, too, y/n. Plus, Pansy always tells me your stories. I'm not stupid." Draco remarked. You stare at him for a moment. "Don't pretend you're all innocent, you have a new chick on your arm every week." You said bluntly. Draco laughed. "Are you upset about that?" He teased. "No!" You barked. He put up his hands defensively. You turn towards your watered down butter beer. "I have a theory, that's all." He admitted. You whip your head in his direction. "A theory?" You question. "Yes, a theory," Draco concurred. "Well? Let's hear it." You demanded.

"Impatient, are we? Well, I think you get all these guys' attention to replace the one who's you really want." He speculated. "Are you talking about yourself?" You said, raising an eyebrow. "I never said that, but if this is your confession-"

"You are ridiculous. I mean, actually insane." You sigh, starting to leave your seat. "Hey! You never confirmed my theory." Draco said, his hand flying to your waist. You freeze. His hands are cold, you look at him. You cautiously think about your next move. "Darling, you should be with somebody who will love you in the correct way." Your ears get hot again. "I notice the way your face gets red when I say your last name." He implored. You sit down again. "Good girl, now, let's speak- shall we?"

"Draco, I have had a crush on you since I met you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" You finally spit out, after a moment of putting the sentence together carefully in your now overwhelmed brain. "But every time I thought I had your attention for more than a second, like magic, another girl appeared on your arm. Like.. some trophy." Draco's expression changed, it was originally very ornery, but has changed to empathy. "I never thought you'd think of me like you think of them."

"Y/N." Draco started. "You don't even compare. You're so much better than them,"

"Then why didn't you like, ask me out?" You implored.

"That's a good question." Draco sighed, "I am a bit of an idiot sometimes." He said truthfully but you couldn't help but laugh.

"You're not an idiot. I get it. Neither of us knew really how the other felt." You said, Draco nodded. He then looked around, then at you. "Y/N? Can you follow me somewhere, do you mind?" He asked, holding out his hand, smiling at you. "Sure, where we goin'?"

Draco led you to the Black Lake, the moonlight shining on the water, you both sat on the ground, looking out on the water. Draco's pale face was perfectly illuminated in the moonlight, looking handsome as ever. There was a slight, warm breeze in the night.

Draco looks over at you, tucks your hair behind your ear. "You're so beautiful." He half whispers. You struggle to make eye contact without blushing to an embarrassing amount. "I mean, hell, y/n. You're breath taking."

"You're incredibly handsome, Malfoy." You finally got the courage to say. "Sorry I'm not good at flirting, usually I'm drunk." You confessed. Draco laughed in response. "You're adorable, I'm handsome, we make a good fit." he grinned. He stood up, holding his hand out to you again, you take it and he pulls you to your feet. His cold hand rests on the side of your face, he looks into your eyes.

"Draco.." You whisper out. "Yes, y/l/n?" You lean in and kiss him, he hums in the kiss. His other arm wraps around your waist. You feel his thumb on your face softly rubbing back and fourth. The kiss breaks. "Be my girlfriend y/n, please." Draco proposes. You nod softly, your face nuzzling into his neck. He embraces you, wrapping you in his arms. You feel warmth in your chest, and your ears go hot.

"I never fail to make you blush."

"Oh shut it."

[jeevaschrist]

SOUKOKU- I PROMISE I'M NOT INSANE

TW- mental hospitals, degrading mental health

fic type: angst/mystery

Chapter 1: I'm here, and so are you

Dazai sat on his bed, watching the ceiling. He had his normal smile plastered on his face and he turned his head towards the door once he heard the guard approaching. He smiled wider as the guard stared at him through the small window. See, Dazai wasn't smiling because he was insane. No, he was smiling because he was happy. Not insane. Never insane.

Insane was such a harsh word, he thought. Crazy was fine in some terms. Not insane. Never insane. He stared at the wristband on his wrist and pulled at it as he heard the heavy footsteps of the guard fade. "This stupid band" he thought. It restricted him. It typed him. It meant he belonged there. And Dazai did not belong anywhere that had four walls and soft socks.

Dazai sat up and looked around. There were scratch marks on the wall. Tally marks. 1, 2, 3...he counted them. 136 marks. 4 months and some odd days. Time. Doesn't. Pass. In truth it did and he knew that, but when would he get out? When would be be released? When was the last time he was visited by anyone? Atsushi hadn't come by in a while, nor had Fukuzawa or anyone else. Dazai rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He knew one person would come eventually. All he had to do was wait.

He didn't have to wait long that day. A guard came to the door and opened it without any warning, speaking in a boming monotoned voice "You have a visitor. Try not to attempt murder this time." Oh. Maybe that's why he was still here. Oh well, there must have been a reason. Dazai smiles and nods, walking out of his room and in front of the guard to the visitors room. He smiled as he saw a familiar, cold face.

"Chuuya!" Dazai exclaimed, his arms flailing. He knew Chuuya would get his message. "Yeah, hi Dazai." Chuuya looked at the guard and then back to Dazai, motioning towards him

"Oh, nothing to worry about with him, he's harmless." Dazai's voice goes to a whisper "I'm pretty sure he's going deaf."

Chuuya rolls his eyes and takes his hat off, holding it close to himself still. "Right. Anyway, what did you need?"

That's right! The reason! Dazai had asked Atsushi to tell Chuuya to come visit, and that he had a message. He remembered now. He put his arm around Chuuya and exclaimed "Oh, my my! Tell me all about that new girlfriend of yours, Hatrack!"

Chuuya glared daggers at Dazai, but knew it was likely just a ploy to get the guard to not be suspicious. The pair walked over to the couches which happened to be out of earshot, where Dazai also slips Chuuya a piece of paper. Chuuya just stares at him, taking the paper discretely and hiding his hand in the sleeve of his coat. Dazai gives him a reassuring smile and a nod, leaning forward to Chuuya's ear. His breath hitches as he feels Dazai's breath close to him as he whispers "Do what it says, Chuuya. I'm not crazy like they think I am. I can't stay here. I'm sorry".

Chuuya looks at Dazai with wide eyes, thousands of thoughts running through his head. Surely he wouldn't try to kill himself in the ward, right? No one would let him. What else could he do? He couldn't escape, surely not, Chuuya knew he'd tried it before and had gotten caught. Was he sick? Was that it?

Dazai pulled away and winked at Chuuya, then stood up. "I'm ready to go back now."

"Wait, what? Dazai-" Chuuya started

"I'll be fine, Chuu. Just waiting for my sentence to be over!" The guard came and Dazai walked out with a wink in Chuuya's direction, leaving Chuuya confused and slightly agitated. He crumpled the paper in his hand, but held onto it until he exited the building.

Chuuya looked back, trying to see if he could see Dazai's room and maybe even Dazai from the windows. He realized eventually that he couldn't, so off he went down the street. He fiddled with the paper for a while before deciding to open it. As he uncrumpled the paper, he noticed it was a message from Dazai:

"I can't stay here, I'm sorry. Do as I did. Come find me."

Chuuya took one breath and tore down the street, running right back to the ward.