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akiisp · 12 days ago

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"Bruised Pages" D.M || One-shot

Draco x Ravenclaw reader

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Summary: Draco Malfoy never meant to notice her — the quiet, Muggle-born Ravenclaw who kept to herself. But after seeing her break down alone in the library, something shifts. He stops mocking her. Starts watching. Then, he asks her to tutor him. In the silence between books and scarred sleeves, he begins to understand her — and it changes them both.

She was supposed to be invisible. Now, he can’t look away.

Warnings: Mentions of scars, emotional trauma, canon-typical bullying, slow burn

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Draco Malfoy didn’t notice her at first.

She was quiet. Always alone. A Ravenclaw who seemed to blend into corners — the type of girl who stayed late in the library and left before curfew, head down, bag heavy with books.

She never spoke in class. Never raised her hand. Never smiled.

But she was Muggle-born. He knew that much.

So when she did catch his attention — when she accidentally bumped into him outside the potions classroom, apologizing quickly, voice barely above a whisper — he didn’t hesitate.

He looked her over, slow and cold.

“Mudblood,” he said, brushing off his sleeve though nothing was there. “Don’t get your filth on me.”

The words weren’t loud, but they were deliberate.

She didn’t react. Just stood still for a second too long, like she wanted to say something — then turned and left without a word.

He forgot about it by the next class.

But a few nights later, he saw her again.

Not in class. Not in a hallway.

On the floor of the back library aisle — knees drawn to her chest, one hand twisted in her jumper, the other gripping a worn copy of Advanced Defensive Theory. Her face was half-hidden by her hair, but her breathing was sharp, uneven. She was shaking — not crying, not visibly — but broken in the kind of way that didn’t need sound to be loud.

She didn’t see him.

And he should have walked away. Should have smirked. Should have said something cruel and left her with it.

But he didn’t.

He just watched.

And something about her — about the way she was trying so hard to stay invisible while falling apart.

He watched for a moment longer than he should have, then turned and left before she noticed.

Something changed after that.

He stopped bothering her.

No snide remarks. No glares. No sideways curses.

Nothing.

And she noticed.

One week passed, then two. She caught him glancing at her in the Great Hall. Once in the library, she turned the corner and nearly bumped into him — and he just nodded, muttered a “sorry,” and walked off.

Draco Malfoy apologized. To a Muggle-born.

She started watching him, quietly, from behind her books. He didn’t seem different to anyone else — still arrogant, still cold — but around her, he was distant in a different way. Like something had shifted and he didn’t know how to name it.

Then, one afternoon, he approached her.

In the library.

“You’re good at Defense,” he said, arms crossed like a shield. “Aren’t you?”

She blinked up at him. “I’m okay.”

“I need help.”

She just stared at him. “What?”

He sighed and glanced away. “Tutoring. Don’t make me say it twice.”

She almost laughed. But instead, she said, “Why me?”

He didn’t answer. Not really. Just looked at her, expression unreadable.

“Alright,” she finally said. “Tomorrow. Same time.”

He nodded once and walked away.

The first tutoring session was quiet. The second, less so. By the third, she noticed him asking questions that had nothing to do with class.

“Why do you always read alone?” “Do you ever talk to anyone?” “What happened to you?”

She ignored that last one.

But he kept showing up.

He never pushed too hard. Never pried too deep. But the curiosity was there, written across his face like something he couldn’t turn off.

The library had mostly emptied for the night.

Stacks of books surrounded them like lazy sentries. Quills lay forgotten. The usual rhythm of parchment scratching had faded into silence. It was late, and they hadn’t spoken in a while — the kind of pause that wasn’t awkward, just… suspended.

Draco glanced up from his half-written notes.

She was still reading, but slower now. Her posture had shifted — one hand curled under her sweater sleeve, thumb rubbing her wrist like a habit she didn’t realize she had. Her eyes skimmed the page, but they weren’t really following.

“You’ve read that sentence three times,” he said quietly.

She blinked, as if waking from a dream. “Hm?”

“You’re not paying attention.”

She looked at him then — and not with her usual calm. There was something frayed in her expression, something almost brittle behind the eyes. But it vanished too quickly, smoothed over with a quiet, practiced smile.

“I’m just tired.”

He didn’t believe her.

He didn’t push.

Instead, he let the silence stretch, listening to the faint creak of the candle wax cooling. Then, when she turned back to the book, something slipped out from under the sleeve she’d been tugging at — just for a second.

A thin, faint scar. Barely noticeable. Faded. Old.

Her sweater slipped back down before she realized.

But Draco had seen it.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t stare.

He just closed his textbook, softly.

“We can stop here for tonight,” he said, voice even.

She hesitated. “…You sure?”

“Yeah.” A beat. “You look like you could use the quiet.”

And then, more gently: “You don’t always have to hold the world up.”

Her eyes met his again, startled.

But for once, she didn’t deflect.

She just nodded.

The silence that followed didn’t feel heavy. It felt… earned.

A fear of silence so deep it had made books her safest escape.

He didn’t mock her.

Didn’t pity her, either.

He just… stayed.

And sometimes, she caught him staring at her like she was something fragile and violent and beautiful all at once — like he couldn’t quite figure out what to do with her.

“You’re not like the others,” he said once, quiet enough that it didn’t feel like a compliment or an insult.

“Neither are you,” she replied, even quieter.

And maybe that was the moment everything truly shifted.

Because suddenly, she mattered.

And for once, that terrified him more than it terrified her.

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aanoia · 1 month ago

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Between Shadows and Flight

Sirius Black x reader words; 1,963 summary; A guarded Slytherin girl, haunted by grief, discovers a hidden mirror that reveals her truest desire—and an unexpected future with Sirius Black. As war looms and secrets unravel, she follows the path of an ominous raven, drawn into an ancient ritual buried in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Love and pain intertwine, forcing her to choose between the past that binds her and the future that might save her. warnings; grief, loss, angst, self-harm, suicidal ideation, trauma, emotional distress, death, war, blood magic, emotional manipulation, family conflict, supernatural elements, dark magic, isolation, obsession, gothic imagery, psychological turmoil pt. 1 the bitch is back with a new story. Hope yall enjoy, my beautiful freaks <3

October 1976

The west tower was colder than it should've been. The air was still and quiet, the only sound being faint laughter from the courtyard echoing in through the windows. It was a draughty, empty corridor no teacher nor student had spoken of, or even thought of, in years. That's precisely why Y/n liked it. No portraits. No footsteps. Just the cracked windows and the minuscule insects hiding in corners.

She leans against the wall, pressing her fingers to the cool surface. Even the stone feels older here, like the castle itself has forgotten this corridor existed.

A fly incessantly buzzes around Y/n's head, making unsteady circles around the circumference of it. Her eyes follow it when it's in view, her hands twitch to swat it away. She doesn't get to chance to, however, as the flapping of wings chokes the silence. Her head swivels sharply, her heart catching. Perched in one of the broken windows is a raven, larger than most, with beady black eyes and glossy black feathers. It stares at her, not with menace, but knowing.

She narrows her eyes at the bird, “Go on, then. If you're here to deliver doom, get it over with.”

The raven blinks subtly, and its head tilts to the side. Then hops from the sill and further into the corridor. Y/n hesitates, but the mysterious pull of the raven forces her to lift from the wall. Her feet drag against the floor gently as she follows the bird down the corridor. She pauses at the end, looking over the blank stone. There's nothing. The raven stares once again, standing still in front of the wall. She glances at it uncomfortably, the hairs on her neck standing up.

“There's nothing.” She says, and mentally curses herself. Merlin, she's talking to a damn bird. The raven doesn't respond, and she realizes that if she hadn't just seen it move, she'd think it was taxidermy by its stillness. She bites the inside of her cheek, looking again. This time, she notices a small crack that diminishes suddenly.

In the Slytherin common room, it's private knowledge to the upperclassmen that there's a short hall. At the end of it hangs a large tapestry depicting Salazar Slytherin’s serpent, ancient and unsettling. The tapestry is as old as Hogwarts, the fading colors melting into the greenish gray stone. If one were to run their hand along the head of a serpent, it would reveal a subtle seam in the stone. A result of the cunning Salazar Slytherin himself. He created the secret passage to hide powerful magic from those unworthy, however, the one found in the Slytherin common room had been turned into a secondary commons. Where the elder kids could peacefully relax, away from the younger years.

It's a common belief that Salazar had littered these secret entrances throughout the castle. Inside held magic that not even the most advanced wizards could understand. They're said to hold magical objects–vials of forbidden potions, cursed lockets, serpents' fangs- dangerous magic that must be hidden.

Y/n runs her fingertips over the crack, to its mysterious vanishing spot, and a short breath leaves her. The same crease. Her hand continues, her palm falling flat against the stone. In the middle of what she assumed to be the doorway, her fingers catch on an almost imperceptible raised pattern resembling a snake's scales.

She glances around the dim hallway, searching for a clue to opening the door. Her eyes lock onto the raven, who suddenly has a piece of crumpled parchment crushed in its beak. She leans down, carefully removing the paper, and standing back up quickly. She swallows thickly as she unfolds the parchment. The ink writing is neat, but it looks rushed.

Where scales of stone conceal the key, the serpent's tongue will set it free.

“Serpent's tongue,” she reads aloud quietly, glancing at the door in contemplation.

With a deep sigh, she leans forward. The tip of her tongue meets the cool stone. The wall didn't shift so much as a shiver–a subtle ripple ran through the surface like a warm breath exhaled through cold lips. A low, grinding hum stirred beneath the floor, creaking with exhaustion. Like the castle itself, awakening after a century-long slumber.

There's a faint click, and then a second. An outline of the serpent bled to life, followed by the doorway. It was glowing briefly with a pale green light, and dust lifted in spirals from the seams as they split. Y/n takes a small step back as the stone parts like theatre curtains.

There's no creaking of old hinges, just a soft sigh of air escaping from somewhere sealed for centuries. A cool draft rolled out, making the girl shiver, carrying the scent of old magic, books, and damp stone. Then came silence, eerie and expectant. Y/n peered into the entrance, stepping forward with trepidation. She breathes out, and her breath fogs in front of her. She wraps her robe tightly around her body, her wand and the note clutched tightly in her grip.

The raven suddenly takes off in flight, gliding into the room without fear. The weight on Y/n's heart lightens slightly, and she gains the courage to enter the room completely. The passage opens into a tall, circular chamber carved into the stone, its walls smoothed by magic. The ceiling curves into a high dome, veined with pulses of faint silver lines–like starlight trapped in rock. At the very top, a cluster of enchanted crimson crystals, dim and flickering like dying stars.

Around the room stand tall alcoves, each housing strange relics behind glass. One had a floating vial full of dark clouds, with small and short zaps of electricity mimicking lightning. Another had a feather suspended mid-fall, the edges glowing with magic. And then, the one that drew her attention the most was a candle burning seemingly in reverse. As the flame stands tall and proud, wax slowly builds itself around it, as if attempting to create a barrier of safety for the fragile flame. On one wall, she notices a faint inscription, barely noticeable behind a torn tapestry. The words are in Parseltongue, only to be read by those who can speak the tongue of the snakes. Y/n, unfortunately, does not possess such power.

The raven squawks from the rafters, catching the girls' attention. Her eyes caught a large figure draped with green velvety cloth. A sliver of a gold frame peaks through the edges, and Y/n hesitantly clutches the cloth, pulling it off. Dust arises, dancing in the air as she stares in awe at the mirror. Along the top of the intricate tarnished gold frame lies an inscription.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

She then focuses on the mirror itself, and a soft gasp leaves her throat. In the mirror, she stands, not alone. To her left is Sirius Black, eyes soft, not smirking or guarded like usual, but unconditionally open. He's holding her hand, looking back at her in the reflective glass. To her right is her deceased sister, very alive and well, no signs of illness or death creeping in. Her sister looks proud, safe, like she's protected from the life Y/n couldn't shield her from.

Above them, in the rafters, is the massive raven, watching her once again. It perches calmly, wings folded, and head tilted in quiet understanding. It glows faintly blue, perhaps a reflection of the light on its inky feathers. It could compare to the moon, and instead of being the harbinger of death, the raven has become a guardian. A symbol of trust.In this reflection, there's no impending war. No choosing between good and evil. There are people gathered behind her, family. Both hers and people she doesn't recognize, all adorning smiles and love.

The raven squawking breaks Y/n out of her trance, and the image in the mirror becomes warped. She exhales shakily and retrieves the bag she had set down in her stupor. She slings it over her shoulder with haste and turns on her heel. The bird squawks again, urging her to hurry. So she runs.

She runs out of the room, through the empty corridor once again. In her hurry, she misses a step, tripping over a fallen broom. She braces her fall, hissing slightly as a protruding sliver of metal slices her cheek. Her palms meet the old wood, and she breathes deeply for a moment. There's a faint buzzing above her, weak and pleading. She raises her gaze to find the fly from before, trapped in sticky silk. A spider wraps its prey in a cocoon, and she swears under her breath, racing to her feet.

She leaves the empty corridor and is greeted with the cheerful warmth of the main hallways. Students push past her, the final class of the day finally coming to a close. She furrows her brows, glancing out a window. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, bringing light to the amount of time she had spent in that room, staring at that mirror. It was lunchtime when she had sought solace in the quiet of the abandoned corridor, and now she’s sure the students are heading towards the Great Hall for supper.

Y/n’s breathing is uneven, so she leans against the wall and inhales shakily. She rests her hand over her thumping heart, quietly grounding herself– you’re fine, you’re fine– and she turns and walks down the hall, her head bowed.

Loud footsteps echoed from around the bend.

“Well, well. Look who decided to haunt the castle today.” Sirius Blacks voice was light, smug, and irritatingly charming.

Y/n’s breath catches in her throat as she looks up, blinking against the golden light pouring in through the windows. Sirius, James, and Remus strolled towards her, the first two laughing between themselves. All messy hair, loose ties, and warmth she wasn’t ready for.

“Thought you’d finally joined the shadows for good,” James adds with a grin. “Missed all of Charms. Flitwick actually looked disappointed. We almost sent a search party.”

Y/n straightens, trying to slip on her usual mask. But her cold exterior cracked slightly at the edges, going unnoticed by all but one.

“Maybe I just didn’t want to be behind you lot and inhale your collective lack of impulse control.”

Sirius barks a laugh, hands shoved in his pockets. “You wound me, Y/n/n. I was this close to offering you my last Sugar Quill in class.”

She rolls her eyes, “Please. You’d only offer it if you’d already licked it.” Remus snorts, James pretends to gag at the thought.

Sirius tilts his head, watching her a second longer than usual as the other two boys get distracted by a flock of ducks outside the window. Something in her expression must have flickered, something fragile, because his smirk fades just a little.

“You alright?” He asks, quietly enough, only she caught it. His hand raises to her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over the cut. “What happened?”

She hesitates, almost says no. She pulls away from his hand. “I'm fine.” She smoothes out her robes. “What’s it to you?”

The boy sighs, opening his mouth to respond. He doesn’t get a chance to, however, as James slings his arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

“Come on. We’re heading to dinner. You can judge our table manners in real time.”

Y/n prepares to protest, but James moves to link arms with her like it's normal, and Remus falls into step beside him. So, she walked, still carrying the weight of what she saw, just now surrounded. The raven stays perched in her memory, wings outstretched for flight. But for now, she walked beside the boy who’d looked at her like that in the glass, not knowing that he already had.

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maxdibert · 7 months ago

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hii!! i love ur blog immensely, i literally spend so much time reading your analysis, and i agree with everything u say abt severus (my fav character), which is very rare for me

so, id like to know what do u think sev would be doing if he didnt have to go back to hogwarts at 21 and be forced to teach? like, if there was no voldemort (but everything else stayed the same like his childhood with lily, the marauders bullying him etc), what would he be doing nowadays? i always thought he would open his own potions store, maybe he'd try to heal from his past, find someone to love, idk, u probably have a more detailed answer lol

First of all, if Voldemort didn’t exist, I don’t think Severus would have ended up with the Death Eaters because, well, they wouldn’t exist, right? The story would be very different. I think his "break" with Lily might have taken longer, but eventually, they would have drifted apart quite a bit, and when she got together with James, it would likely have been Severus who distanced himself completely. Because, I mean, Severus isn’t exactly brimming with self-love, but I can’t imagine him handling his friend ending up with his bully very well, for obvious reasons. That said, I don’t think it would have been such a traumatic break but more like one of those friendships where, as you grow older, you just don’t have anything in common anymore and go in completely different directions. Then, one day, ten years later, you run into each other on the street and have no idea how to greet each other. You know what I mean?

That said, without him being part of the Death Eaters, without Voldemort in the picture, and without Lily dying and creating a lifelong guilt trauma that led him to sell his soul to Dumbledore—no, Severus wouldn’t have been a professor. At least not at Hogwarts, which is a pretty triggering place for his personal traumas. I see him dedicating himself to magical research and experimentation. I’m not sure if there’s an equivalent in the wizarding world, but like a typical Muggle university researcher working on specific scientific projects, only applied to magic. We’re talking about Severus Snape, the guy who rewrote his own Potions textbooks and invented complex spells as a teenager—the same Severus Snape who, despite everything, was a Slytherin, which means he has ambition. I think the perfect mix of those two things would have been dedicating himself to magical research, publishing his findings, and maybe—just maybe—teaching. But only teaching adult wizards who had already graduated from Hogwarts and wanted to further their skills by applying advanced knowledge. Like the equivalent of a university professor who only teaches because they’re required to in order to continue their doctorate.

I think with a life like that, with the peace to follow his own path and achieve his own successes, he could have healed from a lot of his issues. Probably not entirely, because the magical world sucks when it comes to managing mental health, but he could have moved on from Lily and built his own life.

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just a fun little question, if each Telemachus was a song lyric(like a singular lyric). What would they be?

damn uuuhh. I feel like mayyybeee your talking about my own aus? But I'm not gonna stick it to that. Oh and, sorry in advance for the tagging!

"I wanna be LEGENDARY"... We all know where this is from

–Telemachus. The canon one

"Kimi wa dekinai, dekinai, dekinai ko" –"Kimi wa dekinai ko", KIKUO or "do you ever get just a little bit tired of life?" –"numb little bug", Em Beihold

—Warrior!Telemachus (except it's not even family trauma and he's really tired of life)

"I'll hex you, I'll possess you, you'll beg me to come sex you" –"love potions", bj lips & princess paparazzi

—NMM Telemachus (@moonlitenvyillust)

"Mama won't you send a sign? I'm running out of hope and time!" –"dead mom", Beetlejuice

—Warrior!Penelope Telemachus

"To fill the news with 90's nostalgia will take more than just a pretty face to top that" –"gladiator", Jann

—influencer!Telemachus (@telemachusofnowhere)

"singing like a siren, love me while your wrists are bound" – "siren", Kailee Morgue

-Siren!Telemachus (@the-true-telemachus) (listen, I'm sorry it's boring af, but I literally couldn't think of anything else)

"You have so much to do and I have nothing ahead of me" –"your best american girl", Mitski

—Divine!Telemachus (@temple-of-power)

"I want to sleep in your arms, but not kiss" –"but not kiss", Faye Webster

—Telemachus from @tele-and-pspsps

"are we too young for this?" –"softcore", the neighborhood

—Telemachus from @not-so-far-from-battle(yes)

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queenofmoons67 · 5 months ago

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stitching up the loose threads of his soul: 1/15

Master Post

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, some cursing

Link is wrist deep in blood and viscera when the message arrives: Seven strangers have arrived at the castle gates with their eighth companion hanging onto life by the last threads of a life spell. They need a doctor urgently, and Zelda has asked for Link.

Link looks at the messenger, then down at his bloody hands—still in a soldier’s guts, two fingers pinching an artery closed while five more hold a needle—then back at the messenger.

“Go,” Nurse Kaori says. She closes her own fingers over the artery delicately, then elbows him away. “We’ve seen you do this a dozen times; we’ve got it.”

The other nurses and doctors nod, each stepping up around the operating table, and Link wastes no further time in stripping his hands of their bloody leather gloves, grabbing a field bag from the counter, and gesturing for the messenger to show the way.

The man is a sergeant, high enough in rank to have served in the war, and it shows in the speed at which he turns corners—this is a man who has run the castle halls while Ganon knocked on their doorstep, let alone while a single man threatens to die there.

Link matches his speed with ease. He may not have run messages through the castle, but he has fought here and ordered troops into different positions. By now, he knows the castle better than he knows the village he grew up in.

They rush around a final corner to find that the main doors are already braced open by two guards, letting Link and the messenger hurtle out. For a moment, the afternoon light is blinding; while the operating room was well-lit, the rest of the castle relies largely on window lighting during the hot summer months, preferring to let their eyes adjust than to bake in both the heat of the day and the wall sconces.

Link’s eyes adjust now, clearing to reveal enough heavily armored strangers that his hand automatically flexes for his sword hilt before he tracks the eighth stranger bleeding out on the two hundred year old stones of the castle entrance.

Four of the strangers turn to look at him. One, in a wolf pelt, has been pacing, while another in a white cape trailed him. A boy with a war hammer slung over his shoulder stands beside a person with pink hair, both of them talking with Zelda.

A man in a four-colored tunic holding gauze and a teenager continuously pulling items from a slate kneel across from another teenager, whose glowing hands are pressed to the head of their injured party member.

The injured man wears armor from neck to toe. Link would be impressed at the show of strength, except someone has clearly taken advantage of his lack of helmet and led him to where he is now: Lying on the ground, unconscious, surrounded by worried friends.

Link advances into the huddle and kneels so that his knees bracket the injured head, giving him the best access to the wound possible. He drops his field bag next to himself and takes only a moment to pull on clean leather gloves before snagging gauze from Four-colors and reaching for the injury.

“Let me see,” he orders brusquely.

The healer looks up and blinks away tears. “It won’t stop—”

“Head wounds bleed,” Link reassures. “I know what I’m doing; trust me.”

Link doesn’t expect anyone with the life of a friend in their hands to trust him right away, but he does expect them to recognize when they have no other choice, and the healer does. His hands retreat, and Link inserts his own swiftly, pressing gauze to the wound. From there, he eases back in increments, revealing only parts of the wound at a time until he has a complete picture.

Link’s not surprised the healer is in such a state. Even for someone experienced with healing, head trauma is scary, and this wound… he can see where healing has begun, where blood vessels have knitted back together and cracks in the skull have fused. A red potion, he guesses, plus the magic of the healer, covering what must have once been a gaping head wound.

“You’ve done well,” Link praises, and flashes the trio a smile. “I think he would have survived even if you hadn’t gotten him here, but I’m going to make sure of it, ok?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before focusing back on his patient. The various tissues covering the skull haven’t healed yet, but that will happen with time. Even the blood seems to be remnants from before the blood vessels healed, now leaking out with no where else to go.

Link’s main worry is contamination. He knows well from the war how even a small cut can become infected if left open to the environment, and if the man’s brain becomes infected, his chances of survival are minimal.

Link tosses the used gauze to the side, takes fresh ones from Four-colors, and presses it around the most blood-soaked areas, cleaning up as much as he can. Then he nods at the slate-wielding teenager.

“My bag has a small jar inside it. I need one of the needles, and also the suturing thread next to it.”

Slate-wielder jolts into action, and even goes the extra kilometer and threads the needle.

“Good,” Link says, taking the supplies. A small spell slips from his fingers and over the needle and thread, cleansing them, and a secondary spell does the same for the injured area—and then he bends to the task of stitching a man’s head back together again.

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emeritusemeritus · 2 years ago

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 5

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

Clearly I’m in my angst era 🖤

Three days had passed since George had lost his ear in the mission to get Harry back to the Burrow safely and each day George's wound seemed to improve dramatically; it was almost completely healed now, no longer leaking or swollen and only a little sore. His overall mood however, seemed to be deteriorating with each passing day as the reality sunk in, the insecurities and sensitivities bubbling up inside of him, despite your honest and repeated confirmation that he was still your George and still gorgeous. With each day he'd withdrawn a little more, showing less affection and had even taken to sleeping on his own in the single bed. Around the others, he laughed and joked just like normal but in private he was cold and distant with you. Fred had noticed and had pulled him up on it once or twice, delicately questioning what was going off with him, what you'd done wrong, but each time George would deflect the question and find a way to avoid answering entirely. You'd hardly interacted at all the previous day, finding it too hard to be rejected and denied by the man you loved and he had even gone as far as to get Molly to change his bandage so that he wouldn't have to be alone with you. You understood, to a point. You knew he'd be feeling insecure about it and he had a lot to process in terms of adjusting to his new normal, mourning his lost ear and no doubt processing the trauma from the attack, but you still couldn't help but feel devastated that he was outwardly rejecting you, pushing you away, especially after you'd tried everything to help him.

You'd thrown yourself into research, hiding away in Charlie's old, vacant bedroom which you were using as a makeshift work space for potion brewing and research. You'd brewed a myriad of helpful, healing potions, ensuring the order would always have a full supply of whatever they should need, as far as your abilities stretched at least. Text books and old potion books were littered around you as you frantically searched for any hope that you could regenerate or replace George's ear but so far there was nothing. Cursed limbs could not be replaced. You'd been taught that over and over by both Lupin and Snape in your school years but you couldn't stop yourself from trying anyway.

You were scribbling down notes from an old copy of Moste Potente Potions, having found an interesting article about Linfred of Stitchcombe and his medicinal advancements when a knock at the door shocked you. Before you'd even had the chance to call out, the door opened and Fred stuck his head in, his eyes flicking over the mess all around you.

"Mum says tea's nearly ready," he says, casting a sideways glance at you and then returning his gaze to the mess of books and parchment that seemed to consume you.

"Thanks but I need to finish this, can't step away from it yet," you said, gesturing towards the cauldron in the back of the room that was currently brewing calming draught, in the hopes that you could use it on George to rid his shock and trauma, at least temporarily. To accentuate your point, you lifted a finger and with a quick flick, the ladle inside the cauldron stirred the blue-hued liquid, the peppermint scent filling the room even more as it stirred and mixed together.

You heard Fred let out a sigh and you caught sight of him just in time to see his shoulders droop just a little in defeat.

"He'll come around you know," Fred says quietly after a few moments of silence which you'd worked through, flicking through pages of a book you'd searched over and over. You knew he was right, but you were a ball of frustration and pain, desperately trying to keep yourself together and keep yourself from hurting anyone else around you.

"I know," you replied, your tone even. You didn't want to think about it anymore, or keep talking about it and so you gestured for the cauldron to stir once again and went back to thumbing through the book you'd pulled.

When you heard the door shut, you immediately sank into yourself and cast the book aside aggressively, tears falling from your eyes before you could stop them. Only days ago you'd woken up in your bed beside the two men you loved most in the world, completely unaware of what would happen, though of course you knew it was dangerous. Even after, you'd woken up in George's arms and everything seemed manageable, like you could navigate through it together and be there for him, only he didn't want you to. He pulled away and you felt lost, robbed and guilty for pulling away from Fred to give George some space from you, hoping he'd come around soon.

You never made it to dinner that night, nor breakfast the next morning as you agonised over your notes, feeling like there was something missing. Neither George nor Fred had been up since then and you'd worked through the night, stopping only briefly for a few hours sleep as you crawled into the bed out of sheer exhaustion, your eyes not able to comprehensively read anything anymore.

You aggressively sighed when a knock at the door stopped your obsessive reading but when Hermione's voice called out from beyond the door, you put down your book and frowned, curious as to why she would need you. You called out for her to enter and tried to smooth back your hair, particularly the strands you'd pulled out of your haphazard braid in sheer frustration.

She stepped through the door holding a glass of pumpkin juice and a plate of toast, seemingly unfazed by your crazed lair of books.

"Molly sent this," she said, placing down the crockery on the table beside you before moving to sit down on the floor in front of you, crossing her legs.

"Thanks," you said in reply, looking at her with questioning eyes, waiting for the mini lecture to come.

"Have you had much luck?" She asks, gazing at your notes briefly, "Fred said you had been brewing non-stop. Calming Brew is notoriously difficult, I've never been able to."

"Hermione," you said firmly but gently, stopping her kind but unappreciated small talk. "Why are you really here?" You walked the line between firm and rude, hoping that you were falling somewhere on the lighter side but in your exhaustion and overstimulated state, it was hard to tell. Her hands fall to her lap as she plays with them, taking a deep breath as if she's gathering courage.

"Dumbledore gave Harry a task before he died, something which we're sure is crucial to defeating you-know-who, but it's hard to know where to even start, where we need to go and what we might need," she says, not making eye contact. Even in your sleep deprived state, you can tell she's holding back information but right now you were loathe to care. "I'm trying to be prepared for every eventuality, I've been gathering things for months, knowing we might need to leave at any time but there's so much more we might need."

"And you want me to brew some potions for you?" You said, filling in the blanks. Only then does she look up at you with a slight frown, considering her next words carefully.

"Actually, we want you to join us."

You instinctively frown at her in reply, all words falling flat on your tongue as you consider her words.

"Me, why? You finally manage to ask, astounded by her request.

"Y/n," she says, a small, polite smile tugging at her lips, "you're a brilliant witch, a master of potions and the magic you produced to heal George was something I've only ever read about in history books. We hadn't asked you before because we knew you'd never leave Fred and George but it seems the three of us won't be able to do it alone, we had to ask."

You sat in silence as you processed her words, conflict building inside you as you considered your options. Truthfully, your current emotions and circumstances were guiding your decisions but you couldn't deny it was an intriguing proposal. You knew Hermione was serious from the crease in her brow that had only seemed to get more prominent with each passing day.

"I assume there's no time frame?" You ask, feeling your frantic mindset fading from you, a calmness overtaking you instead. She shook her head and averted her eyes down to the book which was laid out in front of her.

"And I can't tell anyone?" You assumed.

"I wiped my parents memory, they don't know I exist anymore," she said in a small voice, wringing her hands harder now, the skin of her palms turning pure white, "it was safer for them, and for me. The order don't know but Ron is telling Molly tonight. You can tell F-"

"Better not to, at least right now," you interject quickly, shooting down that line of thought. She nods in understanding and you let out a deep breathe you'd not realised you'd been holding, breathing restricted by the tension within you.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course," she says with a smile, moving to stand as she wipes off her hands on the front of her jeans. She gives you a little smile and walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You begin to clear up the books and notes, placing them in a mostly neat pile in the corner, focusing your attention on the batch of muffling draught, that had been requested by Madeye before he died for Order use.

You left it barely simmering and took a seat on the unmade bed you'd been sleeping in and let out a long and drawn out sigh. Thoughts were swirling in your brain of every possible option and path. Could you leave Fred and George? What if something happened whilst you were away? What if you never came back? Being away from them when they were transporting Harry was sheer torture, could you go through that again? Or rather, could you put them through that?

The possibility of helping bring down Voldemort was incredibly appealing, knowing that the cause and the Order was more important than personal lives now, the imminent threat of an outright war seeming more and more likely with each passing day. Harry was the best chance we had of defeating Voldemort and your role in the Order was to accomplish this by any means necessary, even if it meant great personal sacrifice.

You sat stewing on your thoughts for a while, making a virtual pros and cons list in your mind, trying to plan ahead but without knowing what needed to be done, it was impossible.

A movement from outside the house caught your eye and you moved over to the window to look out into the garden and surrounding fields, seeing the Weasley men outside erecting the large white marquee for the wedding tomorrow. Fred and George were off to one side whilst Ron and Arthur stood on the other, all of them brandishing their wands in an effort to raise and set up the large tent. Your gaze lingered on Fred before moving to George, who looked in good spirits as they joked between themselves. A flash of pain ran through you as you considered walking out and helping but realising that George would probably ignore you or make excuses to leave, rejecting you once again.

You were about to look away when you noticed a figure in the distance suddenly appear as if out of nowhere, walking stiffly with a large briefcase in his hand as he strode determinedly towards the Burrow. As he walked closer to the house, his facial features and appearance began to get clearer to you, his somewhat familiar, droopy face that seemed to be fixed into a neat permanent frown and shoulder length brown hair.

Rufus Scrimgeour. The new Minister for Magic.

You hurriedly ran down the staircase and rushed into Fred and George's room, quickly throwing a fresh shirt on and began walking out into the kitchen when you saw the minister walk into the house, guided by Arthur.

"I'll need Mr Potter, Mr Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger and Miss y/n y/l/n," he says after shooting down any small talk formalities. Almost immediately, you feel two sets of eyes land on you, both from the 6ft 3 redheads who were hovering around the door. "We'll need somewhere private," he says, looking around at the multiple sets of eyes who are all looking between themselves in suspicion.

"And to Miss y/n y/l/n, I leave my lebetum, in the fond hope that you will never need this.”

The minister then handed the black object to you, a curious looking thing, something you’d never seen nor heard of before. It was similar to the deluminator in ways, looking like the first of its kind. It was long and cylindrical, ornate in design with a fragment of misted glass embedded onto the front. You turned it over in your hand and frowned, looking down at the curious object.

When the Minister left, you, Ron, Hermione and Harry sat in silence for a few moments, all of you processing what had just happened with Albus Dumbledore's will and the bequeathments. Why had Dumbledore chosen you? The golden trio made sense and you'd been close to Dumbledore of course but it was a big surprise to be included.

"It seems Dumbledore wants you onboard too," Harry says after a moment, taking your eyes flicker to his, the glare from his light reflecting glasses shielding his eyes from you.

"Yeah, have you thought about it?" Ron asks, his hand running along the seams of his corduroy trousers, a pair that you recognised Fred abs George to have worn a few years ago, a tiny splatter of ink still visible on the right knee.

You sighed, unsure.

"Still deciding, I want to but," you said, trailing off. You pulled the sleeves down over your hands, trying to give yourself a little regulatory comfort.

"You can't leave them behind," Hermione says softly, anticipating your answer. You nod gently, not meeting anyone's eyes as flashes of Fred and George play in your mind. The thought of leaving them makes your stomach turn uncomfortably, makes you want to sob at the very thought but there was a greater good that needed to be accomplished and you couldn't let fear nor personal feelings be the reason you rejected their proposal.

"But I can't be selfish, not now, if you need me then I'm with you," you say, looking up at Harry, "this task, will it work?"

"It's the best chance we have to defeat Voldemort."

"Then I'm in."

The minute Ron told Molly about their plans, you disappeared back upstairs, away from the conflict and back up to Charlie's old bedroom. Fleur's parents would be arriving this afternoon and you needed to clear away all your stuff from the bedroom to make room for more guests. You checked on your potion and were pleased with the result, bottling it up and cleaning the cauldron with a flourish of your wand. The books, quills and parchment you'd put to one side were all cleared up and collected off the floor as you cast a quick tidying spell, cleaning the sheets and resetting the room back to it's usual setting. You carried the huge and heavy pile of books down the staircase until you stood in front of Fred and George's closed bedroom door, feeling incredibly awkward as you considered knocking, feeling unwelcome for the first time in your relationship.

You didn't knock but instead grabbed the handle and stepped in, struggling under the weight of the books as you set out to find the bag your enchanted with an extension charm.

George was lay on the bed reading when you walked in and for a brief moment you thought that everything could be normal again as he looked up at you, thinking he would open his arms for you to cuddle into, just as you always had. But that was not the case today. Instead, he shifted slightly on the bed so that his body was almost facing away from you whilst still being able to read and a fresh pang of sadness washed over you all over again. You willed yourself not to cry, at least not until you'd left the room and located your bag, placing the notes and books into the bag before moving to your other belongings.

You rummaged through your things, trying to stay quiet as to not antagonise George further before stopping and cursing, not finding the cardigan that you were looking for. You sighed and stood, walking to the set of drawers near the window and pulled out the second drawer, seeing an array of matching wool jumpers. You pulled a burgundy one out from the pile and unfolded it, seeing that it was emblazoned with the letter 'G'. In a move that upset you greatly, you folded the jumper back up and placed it back into the drawer, reaching instead for it's matching counterpart with the 'F' pattern. You closed the drawer and threw on the jumper, wanting to get out of the room immediately as the tension was much too strong and uncomfortable.

You cast a glance to George as you walk out, seeing him sprawled on the bed reading had always been one of your favourite sights, but though he of course looked handsome in the moment, you just felt empty and sad. His eyes slowly drag up to your exiting form but he says nothing and looks back to his book only moments later, apparently not feeling the need to address you at all. Anger began to simmer in you at his outward dismissal and without thought you began speaking.

"Your bandage needs changing," you say in a shockingly cold tone which sounds odd even to your own ears.

"Mum'll do it," he mumbles, barely even sparing you any attention. His words and tone only infuriate you more and you have to bite your tongue, and physically bite the inside of your cheek, to keep your composure, wanting nothing more in that moment than to scream at him. You'd seen him laughing and joking with Fred earlier, why was it just you he was so cold with? Irritation and resentment bubbled up inside of you and you had to be incredibly selective of your next words.

"I'll have to apply some potion to it tomorrow morning, help the scars," you say blankly, leaving no room for his comments as you walked out of the door, the harsh exterior falling from you the second you shut the door behind you, perhaps a little too aggressively in hindsight.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, Molly immediately recruited you to help out with wedding preparation, having you fluctuate between helping in the kitchen with her and setting up the table for the meal which would be eaten outside on account of the numerous guests staying.

After your chores were finished, you checked to see Fred and George still de-gnoming the garden with Harry and Ron, supposedly taking extra precautions to rid all of the pests from the lawn and surrounding area. Seeing that they were occupied, you took the opportunity to slip back upstairs and entered their room determinedly as you locked the door with a flick of your wand, sat at the desk and pulled out som parchment and ink.

You weren't sure what to write, not knowing the full extent of Dumbledore's task, but you knew it would be dangerous and potentially life threatening, meaning that this letter would be the last thing they had of you if you didn't make it back.

You began with Fred's letter, finding it much easier at present to tell him all the things you needed him to know. Tears slipped from your eyes a few times with the more emotional passages as you tried to explain why you'd gone and how much you loved him. You folded up the letter once you were happy with it and slipped it into a spare envelope that the twins kept in the desk drawer for their owl post orders.

You sat looking at the blank page for what seemed like hours, trying to think of what to say to George. It was hard because you were so hurt but you chose to push that aside, knowing that this might be the last time you'd ever write to him, plus you didn't know when you would be leaving and this may had all blown over by the time he reads this letter.

You placed George's into an envelope too and considered where you were going to store them until you needed them. You thought your bag at first or maybe under their pillows but both were too risky. Instead, you walked to the shelf in the nook of the room and pulled out a potions book that was left over from your teenage years in the room. In front of that was a pinned, magical photo of the three of you, no older than 15, making a snowman outside in the Hogwarts Courtyard, all with your arms around each other with goofy grins on your face. You slipped the letters into the book, not concealing them entirely but just enough, preparing your last clue that would lead them there if you left.

"Princess?" You heard from the other side of the door as someone, who you now knew to be Fred, jingled the door handle. You unlocked the door with your wand and Fred walked in with a concerned look on his face, moving to walk over to you.

"Why was the door locked? You okay?" He asks and you smile up at him, moving to stand in front of him before wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms immediately surround you as he pulls you in to his chest, cuddling you tightly.

"Better now," you mumble into his chest, feeling instantly comforted by his touch.

"Thought I'd lost you to your work," he says playfully and you pull away just a little to crane your neck upwards to look at him.

"Still here, still yours," you smile, reaching up onto your tiptoes for a kiss which he gives you without hesitation. It's short and sweet but meaningful as his left hand clutches your waist, seemingly needing this just as much as you. You smile at each other as you pull away, only to frown a moment later when George walks into the room calling out to Fred, stopping mid conversation as he realises you are there.

Your face drops and the happiness you felt only a few seconds before slips away from you as George makes no move to join you, no joke or tease and certainly no move to steal you away from his brother as they so often did.

"I'll just... see if your mum needs any help," you mumble awkwardly, stepping out of Fred's hold and walking over to the door in defeat.

"You stupid git," you hear Fred say harshly to George just as you close the door. You desperately want to stay and listen to what they are going to say but you decide not to, knowing that it will only upset you further. You can hear the muffled sound of raised voices and a telltale humming noise that alerts you to the fact that they had used a specific silencing charm and your gut twists once again, feeling like the root of the problem. You'd only reached the fourth step down when Fred bursts through the door, shaking his head until he spots you and all the anger falls from his face. He takes your hand as soon as you'd both stepped off the stairs and he leads you to the empty lounge, sitting down first before pulling you down onto the sofa so that you fall into his lap. His arms lock tightly around you and for the first time in days you feel familiarity and comfort. So much so, that you don't even realise your eyes closing as sleep overtakes you, wrapped securely in Fred's arms.

You wake up comfy, cozy and a little confused, still cuddled into Fred though you are no longer alone. George is sat beside you both on the sofa, in touching distance and you fight against your tired eyes as they threaten to close.

"Hey sleeping beauty," Fred smirks down at you, clearly having felt you shift in his lap. You shush him and cuddle into his shoulder a little more, hesitantly flicking your eyes over to George who is, rather surprisingly, looking at you.

"Nice sleep?" He asks, his tone lighter than you'd heard in days when he'd been addressing you. You simply nod in reply, suddenly sheepish at the concept of chatting with him, expecting him to say something hurtful or pull away again if you opened your mouth. His lips turn up at the edges to give you a soft smile but you don't focus on it for long, turning instead to look around you, checking of anyone else was there. You were all alone and under regular circumstances you'd relish in the time together, knowing how rare it was when you were at the Burrow but right now it just felt awkward and weird.

"I'm gonna get a drink," you say quietly as you attempt to climb off of Fred, feeling painfully thirsty after your nap.

"I'll join you," George says as you walk away and you don't even reply, just continue walking around the corner into the kitchen. Any hope that George was going to explain himself fell flat the second you walked into the kitchen and saw Molly whizzing about like her head was on fire, a couple of her children following behind her as she prepares for Fleur's family to arrive. Dinner than night was hosted outside with gorgeous twinkling lights in the trees and a lavish spread that had taken Molly all day to prepare. You sat beside the twins and though George was a little more cordial than before, you still felt distanced from him and wished more than ever that things would just go back to normal.

Later that night you lay in bed with Fred's arm protectively draped across your waist, your body pressed tightly to his front as he spooned you from behind whilst George lay on the other side, not even remotely touching you. You'd had to push the beds together to make room for the extra cot in the room, where Ron lay sleeping just for tonight, having been evicted from his own room as Bill and Charlie took his, Arthur and Molly took Charlie's and Monsieur and Madame Delacour took Molly and Arthur's room.

Having George this close to you only seemed to make him feel further away and you cried yourself to sleep that night, tears silently streaming down your face and soaking your pillow until you eventually fell into a restless sleep.

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trappezoider · 2 months ago

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I have another one. I'm currently obsessed with Trans!Seb... sooo...

Trans!Seb x Ominis

I know technically it's just SEBINIS but WHO CARES?

Yeah, why the hecc not! I'm gonna try to be as respectful as possible because I haven't personally struggled with gender identity so I might be tone deaf and ignorant to some aspects of it. I'm gonna view this mostly from storytelling perspective, as I usually do with any ship, so if I say something weird then I apologise profusely in advance and I will take any criticism even through tears :'D I'm already scared but here we go.

Ship It

What made you ship it? -It's Sebinis and I love it in every shape or form :D

What are your favorite things about the ship? -The introduction of struggles with gender identity can complicate a lot for this ship, no matter if it's female or male presenting Sebastian or anything in between or outside. I headcanon Ominis as gay (though it's okay if someone else doesn't since it was never stated, he's just very flamboyantly queer coded in my eyes) and for me, I feel like from that narrative's point of view, that might also add in some interesting dilemmas and conversations to be had for the two of them. Like, they are both already very complicated characters with a lot of trauma and angst, so if you add trans issues into the mix, then oh boy, that is one intriguing story. That being said, transitioning is probably much more different in HP universe. Could you use conjuration? Potions? Thinking through all of the logistics and methods with magic present is fascinating because there are probably a lot of options and some of it could be useful for storytelling. Like what if there are side effects? Or what could it mean for their intimacy? What about their relationships with family and friends? All of these things have so much weight. Also, Sirona and Sebastian finding solidarity in their experiences? Now that's something I will stand in line for.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? -Is it weird if I have a preference for which gender I'd love to see Sebastian lean into? :D I'm not gonna disclose that information, though xD Either way, it's all still valid and I love to see it from all perspectives.

#sebinis #ask #ship ask game #askgame #personal #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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1. Hello! I’m hoping to find a specific fic, which is narrated from the POV of a mail delivery person from a small sect. They observed how Lan Wangji came to mail a letter every year to Wei Ying after his death, and came to see the melancholy and longing that Wangji had. They were not able to deliver the letters but they kept it. Eventually they didn’t see Wangji come to mail his letter on a particular year, but out of duty, the mail delivery person went to Cloud Recess to deliver the letters he kept. And there, he met Wangji and Wei Ying.

It’s a beautifully written fic that I read years ago, but for the life of me I can’t remember the name. I did a lot of searching on my bookmarks but can’t find it. I would really appreciate it if someone can point me to the right direction!

Thanks so much. @tacitanovember

FOUND! you’ve got to find a way, say what you want to say by Quixiote (T, 12k, wangxian, outsider pov, 13 years of WWX’s death, letters)

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2. hello, i am very sorry to send this ask but i've been trying to find this fic. (Please don't feel bad! This is what our blog is here for! ^^ - Mod C) i don't remember anything about it other than this scene in which LWJ is holding LSZ while they're on a boat because he's getting seasick and he takes care of him while he sleeps. if i remember correctly it was Sizhui-centric. thank you so much in advance!

FOUND? Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ's Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence)

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3. hiii, I'm looking for a fic in which Jiang cheng suddenly starts hearing other people's thoughts and ends up hearing lwj thinking about wwx (inappropriately) @mercurygirlwt28

FOUND! Losing My Mind by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Humor, Protective JC, JC drinks a potion that lets him hear people's lustful thoughts, Teenage LWJ has a lot of feelings, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses study arc)

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4. heyy there! i was wondering if you could help me find a fic from a while ago. basically wwx nearly dies when he fell from nightless city, but was however saved by baoshan sanren. in the the end to save wwx, she had to give her golden core to him so she was no longer immortal (i think). thanks in advance! @aquiver-heart

FOUND? Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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5. sorry to bother you but I've been trying to find a fic for some time and I can't. is a multi-part series. in the first part wei ying is left to take care of some young disciples and lan qiren forgets to send someone to replace him. the next parts are about how they don't have enough teachers and how wei ying would fit the role. sorry for my writing. i used google translate to write. @mazilu06122001

FOUND? ❤️ Joy In the Midst of These Things Series by Glitterbombshell (T/G, 53k, WangXian, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Teacher WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

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6. Hey there, I’m looking for a onshot fic where WWX repeatedly say “I love you” to LWJ who never says it back until after WWX is resurrected and then he is the one repeatedly say “I love you” to wwx. I’m pretty sure I found it on your blog but I haven’t found it since. @gwencaer

FOUND! When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending)

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7. Good day! There's this fic that I've read before and I forgot what tag/s I used to bookmark it. I only remember bits of details. So, the scene that I remember is during the sects were trapped in the burial mounds—that chapter when the juniors were kidnapped—yiling patriarch wwx was sleeping (or dead?) at the blood pool(?). Then the present wwx came to dead/yp!wwx to wake him up (something like that) so they can save the others from the puppets. It is before they go to Lotus Pier. I think there's also a scene where they tried to save him (yp!wwx) that they cant leave him alone at the burial mounds or smth. Im sorry, that all I can recall but I really want to find it again. Thank you!

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8. I’m looking for the fic where little WWX is in Cloud Recesses and little LWJ is like “gonna marry him” and when he’s told “no” he finds different ways to tie his ribbon to little WWX until the adults give in?

are you sure it's Cloud Recesses? bc if you are not sure, this sounds like the Sami fic where Jiang Yanli travels back in time, but that part of the fic takes place at Lotus Pier

FOUND! Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, YZY/CSSR/MDM Lan, MingLi, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Live, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, this work contains a major tonal shift, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, not particularly explicit, but not at all ambiguous, PTSD, Only a tiny bit, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL, Asexual Characters, but that's not really the focus, Canon-Typical Violence)

not FOUND 💖 Let the Heavens be the judge by A_Mirror_of_memories (T, 4k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, Not JC friendly, YZY Bashing, minor character death offscreen, JC is the worst, Angst with a Happy Ending, offscreen child character death, Fluff and Angst, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, CSSR and WCZ Live, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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9. ficfinder request! modern college au where Wei ying is a student that arrived late to a class that lab qiren should be teaching but instead lan zhan is, and Wei ying is sassy/rude to Lan zhan. I think it's rated E but I can't remember anything else. TIA! @the-marathon-continues-nip

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10. Hello, I am looking for a fic that focused on lsz feeling worried that wwx will feel disappointed that he grew up lan. The fic references what he told lsz the first time lwg left the wen settlement. This fic has been stuck in my head but I can't find it, I would rlly appreciate some help! 😭 @fox1023

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11. A) There's this fic where WWX moves into a house and ghost LWJ lives in the attic or something like that, it's an Eldritch horror kind of fic I think? Iirc Lwj doesn't have a face and he drips water but I could be mixing up different things.

B) I'm also looking for a fic that's kinda the opposite? Where it's WWX who lives in the house and LWJ pretends he doesn't see him

11A)

FOUND! ghost stories for lost souls by queenklu (M, 17k, WangXian, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Body Horror, (of the ghostly variety - hey number of limbs are hard), child death (not explicitly described), Ghost Hunting, Spirit Box, Juice Box, Reincarnation)

11B)

FOUND! one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits, [Podfic] One Good Thing by jellyfishfire)

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12. Hello, I saw someone from Twitter asking about a fic where Jiang Cheng wished Wei Wuxian never existed after their battle in Nightless City (I'm guessing this is when WWX battled with the other cultivation sects and JYL died). They recalled it has some elements of poppy flowers dying and WWX's soul being connected with it will totally dissipate too.

Can you help? @tiredlaoshi

FOUND? Remember by Amona (T, 59k, JC & WWX, wangxian, Canon Divergence, self-sacrifice, erasing oneself from history, colored souls, sword spirits, major angst w happy ending, implied/referenced rape/non-con, minor character death, WIP)

FOUND? The Way It Wasn’t by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)

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13. Hey so the fic lm looking for is a Jiang Cheng centric fic but it does have Wangxian in it but it's a time travel fic with JC fixing thing he gets NHS to help him travel back it's OK if you can't find it tho

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It)

FOUND? heaven is for me too high by stiltonbasket (M, 11k, JC & WWX & JYL, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, LWJ & JC, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, aka the one where JC goes back to the past, and absolutely does not want to be there, Politics, Angst, POV JC, the jc and lwj alliance nobody expected, Bad Matchmaking, Team as Family, Happy Ending, WIP)

FOUND? Moments of Revelation by meyari (T, 134k, JC/NHS, wangxian, LXC/JGY, major character death, POV JC, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Character Death, Time Travel Fix-It, Self-Sacrifice, Torture, Chronic Pain, Chronic anxiety, magical healing and how it fails, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Chronic Mental Health Issues, learning to communicate for stubborn people, premeditated murder as a method of problem solving, Assassination, renamed meng yao, Because of Reasons, Warning: JGS, Warning: WRH, Families of Choice, no elders are perfect not one of them, Unreliable Narrator(s), Demonic Possession)

FOUND? For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, wangxian, JC & WWX; JC & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, Canonical Character Death, Mentions of Rape, not explicit but definitely referenced, Time Travel, Not Everyone Dies au, Canon-Typical Violence, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, WWX/babie tendencies, WQ is a queen in any reality, Healing, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Canon Divergence, Asexual JC, First Time, Getting Together, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, WWX finds new ways to be oblivious, seriously it surprised even us)

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14. Hi!!! I am looking for a fic where wei wuxian travels back in time but tries to kill himself to avoid all the tragedy that happened to his loved ones. Please help me find this one!!!

FOUND? (Un)Hidden truth by Sarah_R (M, 198k, wangxian, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, characters watching their show, characters watching the future, watching the future, Time Travel Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, On the first chapter, Suicidal Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Self-Harm, dark, fluff, Angst, LWJ best husband, WWX needs all the love and hugs in the world, and he gets it, WWX Protection Squad, The juniors are literally the light of the show, WQ best sister, YZY and JFM will realize what an absolute shit they’ve been, Character Development, Sentient Burial Mounds, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Except the people who deserve to, WIP)

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15. Fic I'm looking for: a royalty au, LWJ POV, LWJ is the prince, it's a one shot, WWX and LWJ are friends or at least have a close relationship throughout. I don't remember what status WWX is but I know for sure he's not a servant cuz there is pass in the fic where LWJ says WWX helps the palace staff even though he doesn't have to. WWX basically acts as a waiter for a little bit during this royal ball and that's where the confession happens in front of everyone. Not Desiderium. Thank you so much

FOUND? How to propose to the love of your life in one simple step by CloudyInk (G, 6k, WangXian, Royalty, LXC is King, Prince LWJ, General WWX)

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16. Hello, this is the first time I do not know if this info will be enough. I read a modern au short fic before in which wwx have a terrible eye sight and memory. Every time he goes to Lan house he will go somewhere different from what he is looking for. Like he is supposed to go to a restroom but ended up in a kitchen. Lan Qiren then said to LWJ that his boyfriend might be a thief because he is always found somewhere he did not say he will go. Then when lqr visited lwj and wwx's house, he found out that wwx got lost even to his own house. Like he cannot even find the mug and lwj has to say where it is. Lwj then said to lqr that it is because wwx got into an accident when he was a child, the same day he lost his parents. That is the reason for his terrible memory and eye sight. After that, lqr became soft to wwx. And every time Wangxian visited the Lan house. He will help wwx find what he is looking for.

Thank youuu @yunshenlianhua

FOUND? sounds like this threadfic by sam9163

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17. Hii mods , can you help me find this fics

A) it's time travel but here WWX gave up on cultivation world while whole cultivation world needs his help to defeat wen ruohan....?? I guess everyone is back from past ?? Now sure

B) I don't know where I read this fic ...and don't knew if fic like this exists where after Wuxian's death he is in ghost city but in child form with having same mind as child he later get adopted by hualian they raise him once again he remember nothing till the day in his (new )16 year old body he sees the newly ascended God lwj

C) I don't remember much but I guess it mpreg and has twin lsz n Jingyi but they have lwj because he is busy ? Or just not there with them..I am confused

Sry to ask this many at once but help me ..this half reads are living rent free in my mind @selflovingmedj

17A)

FOUND? The Line Between Good and Evil by Dandelion_sama (G, 34k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, What-If, Rebirth, Time Travel, kind of Mass Reborn, reverse uno, Canon-Typical Violence, WIP)

17C)

FOUND? All The Years Lost by UseMyMuse (T, 26k, WangXian, Teen Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Single Parent AU, Forced misunderstandings, Forced miscommunication, Mpreg) It features Wei Ying having twins Yuan and Jingyi and Lan Zhan comes into their life later because Yu Ziyuan interfered with their relationship.

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18. Hey! Do you remember a fic where a-yuan gets sick and WWX brings him to the cloud recesses for treatment? There was a heart wrenching scene where wwx asked the lan sect to take a-yuan in and raise him. I can't seem to find it. Thanks in advance!

FOUND! the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 38k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, set after the yiling date, Sick Child, the illness never gets worse than it is in the first 1000 words)

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19. hi! I'm looking for a case/curse fic, post-canon/getting together - which features wangxian & the gusu lan/juniors solving a case in a cursed town. iirc, the curse is related to a wish granting ritual at a yearly festival, and i believe lwj had visited this festival before in the previous year and wished for wwx's return. thank you! @patchworkpotatoes

FOUND! 爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror)

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20. Hi! I'm here for fic finder request. I'm sure I bookmark the story but couldn't find it. It was set in the Cloud Recesses study arc where Wei Ying grow up with the Lan. Wangxian is engaged with each other. I remember that Jin Zixuan was jealous when Jiang Yanli and Wei Ying start to get close while they were in cloud recesses. Nie Huaisang told Jin Zixuan and Jiang Cheng that WX are engaged and they were shocked because they thought wangxian are cousins. Sorry if my explanation is a mess and I hope you can help me find it. Thank you! @mayuchi96

FOUND! what a strange life by dass22 (dass15) (T, 26k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Friendship, POV Alternating, mostly from JC pov tho)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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oonajaeadira · 11 months ago

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State of the WIP Address Poll

Hi. I usually do these on Friday but I'm in my yearnings and I need your help.

It's super busytimes for me, but I do have snatches of downtime in my day and I'd really love to be writing. The problem is that I have a number of wips and want to work on them all and so I get choice paralysis and I feel like I'mma die inside if I don't finish a story sometime soon. Help.

Here are some wips I have the capacity to work on right now.....

Omegaverse Javi G

Currently sitting at ~6K and about 2/3 done

Rating: Mature for a/b/o dynamics and couplings, but mostly angst and sweetness

You and Javi were part of the two ruling Alpha packs on Mallorca. You were an Omega assumed to wed into the Gutierrez family to seal the bond between the two families. The problem: Javi's uncle--not his father--was the ruling Gutierrez, which means Lucas is set to be head Alpha and Javi was the only boy in the Gutierrez family that didn't present as Alpha. And yet you were childhood friends and then sweethearts... Then everything changed.

Modern!dom Pero

Currently sitting at ~6K and maybe 2/3 done? It's in pieces

Rating: Mature for a sex scene at the end

Don't be fooled though, he's not a rough or controlling dom. I'm still a softie. You run a marital arts school with Lin and hire two carpenters to build out a second studio. One of them seems pretty grumpy but you find through fits and starts that you have more in common than you think. And not just familiarity with swords....

Sex Pollen Oberyn

Currently sitting at ~2.5K and I'd say maybe 1/4 done

Rating: Explicit for descriptions of things I can't stop thinking about

I mean, right now it's a hell of a lot of reader x Ellaria, but that's just the build up to funtimes. You are the representation of your Dornish provence come to Sunspear to negotiate land with other leaders....but that's just a convenient front for a secret mission. Your sister's marriage needs a little oomph and you've heard tell of a potion that might help, but only the maesters would know of it. Not like they'd ever give it over to a womanthough. But the Red Viper might know how to make it and if only you can get an audience with the Prince, you might be able to beg the favor.... And then, you know, misunderstandings and threesomes ensue.

Leave Off Your Wandering part 5: Spring Again

Currently sitting at ~750 and I don't know how long it will be

Rating: Mostly fluff with some domestic bedroom relations

Too much trauma happened in Winter for me to just end it there...I want to give them some time to heal and rebuild. So Spring Again is the epilogue and it won't have much for story, just checking in on everyone. Showing how they've settled. Letting them go off into their uneventful happy ending.

I've got a few more but I'm either not in a place to concentrate on the bigger stories or I don't have a next step for them just yet. (Din and Pats and Light/Shadow Max and Branded Pero are calling, and maybe I'd love to revisit Thief and Locksmith....I just need more uninterrupted time for them.) These are the one that bubble my thoughts from time to time lately.

Which one are you most wanting to read?

Pedro tax:

Thank you in advance. <3

#state of the wip #state of the wip address #tired #can't make decisions

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sonny201818 · 4 months ago

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Well I’m finally done. I’ve been working on this for a while lol. It’s a bit chaotic, I just kept doodling 😁

Template by @oakwolves

Some Yappin,

Millie is shy when it comes to PDA. She’s okay with hugging and hand holding but anymore than that she gets embarrassed. And Sebastian is shameless when it comes to PDA. He’s constantly kissing her cheeks, hugging her tightly, ect.

Sebastian trusts Millie without question, but that doesn’t mean he loves when other guys give her attention. She has a few guy friends in their year, which Sebastian is fine with. But when guys outside of their friend group gives Millie attention, Sebastian hates it. Millie on the other hand trusts Sebastian as well, but she knows how charming and intelligent he is. It’s obvious girls fancy him, which bothers her to an extent, but the way be dotes on her leaves no room for question.

They’re both clingy. Extremely. Sebastian is just rated clingier because he’s not afraid to be clingy in public.

In their free time they love to practice spells, mainly advanced spells from the restricted section. They like to potion experiment, or more so Millie does and Sebastian just goes along with whatever. They love to adventure and explore of course. When they were younger they liked to play pranks together, but sort of stopped 5th year and on (but now they like to play little tricks on each other out of affection). And some more chill things they like to do, they love to nap and cuddle (even before they began dating they would nap together), Sebastian likes to play wizard chess while Millie likes Exploding Snap, they both like to read (Sebastian likes a bit more advanced books), and they love eating good food together.

Nobody was really surprised when they came out dating. Most people outside of their friend group had assumed they’d been dating since 5th year.

They don’t really have couple nicknames. Sebastian calls Millie “Love” but she just still calls him “Seb”.

Their biggest green flags are; Their honesty, they’ve never lied to each other. Their trust in each other. Their loyalty to each other. They can be themselves with each other. They communicate and work through issues.

Red flags; Their loyalty can be blinding. Co-dependency (a lot of it stems from shared trauma). When they’re really pissed at each other (very rare and usually over stupid things) they are very petty.

Final note, I chose “Your Song” by Elton John because it’s a simple love song. Millie and Sebastian aren’t extra romantic or lovey dovey. But their love is strong and true. Just like in the song “I hope you don’t mind that I put into words how wonderful life is, while you’re in the world.” They don’t need much as long as they have each other they’re happy.

#it’s not nearly as good as most of the ones I see but I kinda like how it turned out #I just love these two #hogwarts legacy #millie grey #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts oc #hogwarts #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy fanart

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siobhanhazel · 7 months ago

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Advanced Potion Theory and... - HP Rec Fest 2024

Advanced Potion Theory and Practical Applications by carmick Remus/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 136,000 and counting (WIP). Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Mental Health Issues, Prisoner of Azkaban era, POV Severus Snape, Slow Build, Mutual Pining, Fix-It etc

Day 9 prompt: WIP (This is an updating WIP I've been following all autumn)

Pining, longing, sexual tension, epic emotional moments...! Weaved throughout POA story line, starts a slow burn of wanting but not daring to hope, brewing Wolfsbane together, trust and closeness, and then escalates into pure gold smut. I loooove the sex scenes we've got so far. But the emotional depth is also amazing; how they grow together interaction-by-interaction, and Severus dwells on his friendship with Lily and his past relationship with Remus in such a lovely way. This fic is all Snape's POV but the author is also writing Remus' POV of the same story...! So if you read one POV and are craving more while waiting for updates, you can read the other's POV. Personally, I like starting with Snape's POV as he's so... dramatic and pessimistic. I recced the same author (Suvivor's Guilt) which is shorter if you want a taste of their writing style. (checks notes) also I promise I will start reccing other ships than Snupin starting tomorrow hahaha.

Excerpt (from the beginning of Ch 2:

It isn’t the first time Severus has stoically watched someone storm out of his classroom. But a huffy Minerva or seething Hermione Granger never inspire much thought beyond a twinge of annoyance at their theatrics. So what makes Lupin's exit churn in his mind? Is it the fact that he hadn't stormed away at all, but instead said his piece and walked calmly out? The way he marched into Severus' classroom fiendfyre hot and left deflated and tired? The way he lost patience at the flick of a wand, gave up on the encounter with a firm demand? Severus can't rid himself of the image of Remus Lupin leaning over his desk to deliver the threat to involve the headmaster. The way Lupin's inclination when initiating confrontation was to lean closer rather than recoil. As if being close to Severus wasn't a revolting prospect. Most curious of all, Remus Lupin had asked for his trust. Severus Snape’s trust. A notion so preposterous that it hasn't left his thoughts. Nor has the way the man's soft, oversized cardigans remind him of the threadbare hand-me-downs of his own parents that he grew up wearing. Ill-fitting on him then, and ridiculous now. But the manner of dress makes Lupin look the perfect picture of an affable professor. Why would Lupin want trust from Severus of all people?

★★★ Check out my other HP Rec Fest 2024 recs ★★★ @hprecfest

#hprecfest2024 #Day 9 #severus snape #Snupin #remus lupin #hp fic rec

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krispycreamcake · 9 months ago

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If you don’t mind, I’d like a matchup please!!

I’m 18 and 5’3 (YES I know I’m short for my age)

I have a slightly chubby body e.g a lil bit of a tummy and thick thighs. Idk if this matters but I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes

I love reading, writing, editing, drawing, listening to music, going outside and learning things

I have diagnosed autism and possible adhd

I’d like to think I’m funny, loyal, honest, determined, but also shy, naive and a bit submissive tbh

(Slight tw)

I have a lil bit of trauma due to abusive exes and toxic friends (including physical, mental and slight sa)

I apologise in advance if this request makes you uncomfortable.

Thank you!! ><

From author: To me it seems that you're a very knowledgeable person and you're quite fond of the thrill of seeking that very knowledge.

You're also quite creative and seem to be the type that really enjoys talking about your interests and just getting as involved as possible in the things you love.

You're personality speaks to me that while you may shy away from certain situations, that spark that you have doesn't fade and you'll stand up for the things you believe in.

So far to me it looks that you'd be best matched with someone that has similar interests as you and someone that can continuously keep up with your energy.

You need a person that won't judge you for who you are and what you enjoy doing and someone that will remember the small things that you keep close.

And because of this, I've made my verdict. Your best match would beeee 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Reiji Sakamaki

Continue reading for more info

As a Reiji enthusiast, I can firmly say that you and Reiji would make a great couple. Now I'm not saying your relationship would be a walk in the park, you'd expect that with any diaboy, but with Reiji, you two seem to instantly connect.

Not romantically at first, but on an intellectual level. Yes he can probably solve math equations with his eyes closed and mix magical weird potions, but you bring out the more artistic side of him.

He sometimes forgets his love for writing and reading when he's overworked and busy, and you're the one that reminds him of the love he has for knowledge. And it's not the whole regular, "I need to be smart so I can xyz and prove myself" no. When you two converse about topics together, it's because he enjoys doing so.

He enjoys having your company and appreciates another thinker in his wayward family. He appreciates you even if he doesn't always show it.

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sitp-recs · 1 year ago

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Hey there! Was wondering if there were any good virgin drarry fics out there. Both virgins until they have sex with each other. I'd love to see some angsty fics where they are both struggling to perform sexually due to the trauma they've faced and then end up losing their virginity to each other. I would also accept some fics where they are virgins then have sex and either become magically bonded or one of them gets pregnant (mpreg). Thank you in advance!

Hi anon! I definitely have some virgin!Drarry recs and shared a few below, although not all of them are as angsty as you might be looking for. My favorite “first time” scene will always be the one from Far From The Tree (chapter 7). Again, it’s not too angsty so maybe my followers can help with more recs!

Hurt for the Right Reasons by lqtraintracks (E, 4.5k)

Everything was so cocked up. He just wanted this one thing. He wanted to hurt for the right reasons for once.

Two Hours Later by lazywonderlvnd (E, 6k)

Two hours after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry runs into Malfoy outside the Room of Requirement and returns his wand.

Find The Balance by lauren3210, Obliviate_Amores (M, 15k)

After Harry gives Draco his wand and goes back to using his own, they both start having trouble making them work. Finding out why is a lot simpler than fixing the problem.

Strange Bathfellows by bixgirl1 (E, 27k)

It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.

Inside Your Mind by lazywonderland (E, 36k)

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

Lumos by birdsofshore (E, 41k)

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #first time

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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years ago

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 12)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 11

Rosanna comes to with steady chatter around her.

“Shook the whole bloody ministry!”

“Oh please.”

“Careful, these walls have ears.”

Someone is there, carding her hair, softly massaging her temples.

Draco, it has to be, Draco.

He was taught the art of legillimacy and occlumency by his aunt Bellatrix. It wasn’t until he met Rosanna that he learned it didn’t have to hurt. Legillimacy does not have to be the searing stab of a blade. It could be a loving caress, a quiet exchange of information.

When Rosanna began invading his mind forcefully, to hone her skills for the ministry, there was pain. Gritting teeth, clenched fists and big fat tears welled up in her eyes. She hated hurting him. They were advised to have another occlumen step in, but Draco was adamant she practice on only him.

“The mind holds intimacies which even our bodies cannot comprehend. I’d rather you didn’t share such things with a stranger. Learn with me; be vulnerable with me, then take your knowledge into the world once you are prepared.”

“Ok,” Rosanna agrees. She’d rather it be him than anyone else.

There is a closeness there, a bond formed during late nights in the privacy of their bedroom that only they would ever understand. And when Rosanna finally learns to break down the walls of his mind entirely, Draco insists that he be the one to teach her true occlumency.

The crash course he’d given to deceive Bellatrix was just that, a half assed Hail Mary between teenagers. But they are older now. They have more time.

Forcing himself past Rosanna’s mental barrier is excruciating at first. Her tear stained cheeks return, with cries of discomfort echoing from the walls. His magic stabs at her, scratches and claws its way in.

“Enough.” Draco attempts to end the session, when her wailing is loud enough to be heard outside, if not for the silencing charm.

“No, I can do it.” Rosanna insists as he sets his wand aside, collecting her in his arms.

“Advanced occlumency is not a skill one learns on a whim, certainly not all in one night.” He hadn’t gone easy on her either.

He fucks any farther argument out of her and she lets him. Cumming until she can’t anymore. Even the sex is different, better now. All consuming.

“Look at me, Rosanna.”

“I can’t.” It’ll kill her, the intensity of it.

Draco nudges at her cheek with his nose. “I will teach you everything I know, in due time. In return, you’re going to give me your eyes while you cum for me.”

The trade isn’t exactly a fair one, but they both deliver on their end of the bargain.

Draco so rarely uses legillimacy on her that Rosanna is shocked to find him trying. To his credit, Draco is gentle, incredibly so, stroking her hair all the while. Like pressing kisses to a wound. He pours over the details of Rabastan’s questioning, forcing himself deeper each time she attempts to put him out.

Why can’t she get him out? She pushes back with enough force that Draco grunts, their connection severed with a stinging snap.

“Oh good,” he muses, “you’re up.”

Rosanna opens her eyes to make sense of it. She is on the lush velveteen couch of her husband’s office, slumped against him.

Harry and Hermione are hovering over the case file on Draco’s desk a few feet away.

Rosanna tries to sit up.

“Easy.” Draco warns, helping to steady her.

“My head-”

“The Gryffindor in you dies hard, I’ll have you know. I couldn’t get a handle on your magic until you fainted and even then you fought me. Bravery and courage are not personality traits, they are personality disorders.” He informs his wife, reaching over for a potion vile and uncorking it.

“They’re not disorders.” She says, gulping down the liquid. Relief is almost instantaneous.

“They are when you believe your only purpose is to serve the greater good. When your bravery leads you to think that your life is meaningless and should be sacrificed at the first opportunity. You’re not afraid of anything, I wish you were. It would keep you safe, at the very least afford you a shred of self preservation.”

"I am afraid of things." She corrects him. "I'm afraid of the people I love getting hurt.”

"I will protect you and that which you love, at any cost.” He vows. There’s no need to spend the rest of her days on the front lines.

"Doesn’t sound too self preserving,” Ro accuses.

"There is no me without you, keeping you alive is as self preserving as it gets."

"Are you still that disgustingly in love with me after all this time?" Rosanna wonders, her tone isn't patronizing, but genuinely curious.

"I suspect I'll always be disgustingly in love with you. Is that going to be an issue?" The man arches a brow.

"No,” Rosanna bites back a grin, as she traces a finger over the furrow of his brows, smoothing it flat. “You and me both.”

He pecks a kiss to her outstretched hand, the same one he’d sliced open and pressed against his own, not long before. “There’s work to be done.” Draco says, flicking his gaze to Potter and Granger, pointedly.

There’s always work to be done.

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Leo receives word about the information leak within the ministry, printed promptly across the front page of the Daily Prophet.

A confidence breech within the Ministry of Magic has released hundreds of sealed case files, including but not limited to that of Draco Malfoy’s abduction and imprisonment, of then girlfriend, Rosanna McVay. Both Draco and Rosanna Malfoy have refused to provide statements at this time.

There’s only one place she can go, not to her flat with Henry and not to her parents…

Leo knocks once at the door of the mansion, located on the backlot of her childhood home. Her parents offered to build her and Henry a home there too, though she respectfully declined. It is easier somehow, to get lost in muggle London, somewhere their names mean nothing to anyone. “Grandma,” she calls. After finding the first floor empty. “Grandpa.”

“Up here,” Lucius replies, just loud enough to be heard.

Leo takes the stairs to meet him, following his voice to the upstairs parlor.

A copy of the Prophet lies crumpled on the floor, Lucius standing stoically, at the center of the room, glaring at the far wall. Their family tree. They’d torn the old one out of Malfoy Manor, when it became Draco and Rosanna’s. Refinished it to only include what is left of their family. Narcissa, Andromeda, Teddy. So on and so forth, until it reaches the bottom.

Leo’s eyes find her picture, the leaves that connect to her mother and father, extending in a line through each of her siblings. Arlo, Vega, Polaris, Scorpius, Corina.

However there is a new branch, stemming off in the opposite direction, Henry. She draws in a steadying breath. Lucius Malfoy has added a squib to his beloved wall.

“My father would beat me to death if he saw this.” Lucius sniffs, indignantly. “When Draco married your mother, I knew what I was meant to do. Burn his portrait from the family tree, erase any evidence that my son had ever existed. I could never bring myself to do it.”

Leo rests a hand on his back.

“But, your mother is on the wall. You and your siblings are on the wall…it’s only right that your husband should be too.”

“This wall is yours now.” Leo reminds him, softly. “Just because your father wouldn’t be proud of it doesn’t mean you can’t be.”

Lucius purses his lips, turning to the larger portrait behind him, which encased a much younger depiction of the Malfoy family. Only himself, Narcissa, Draco and a pregnant Rosanna. They chatter amongst themselves, within the frame.

“And what do you think?” He asks his daughter in law, calling Rosanna away from her perch on the chair.

Her eyes flicker about the Malfoy family tree, brushing a bit of hair behind her ears.

Leo never spent much time looking at this version of her mother. She was older than this Rosanna now, it turns her stomach. Her mother was so heartbreakingly young.

“It’s crooked.” The portrait says.

“Where?” Lucius demands.

Young Rosanna only smiles, “kidding.”

“Away with you,” Lucius waves a hand, “petulant thing.”

Rosanna returns to an anxious looking Draco, laughing softly about what she’d done.

He himself is far too young.

Leo chokes down her guilt. “Why do you keep it?” The portrait. “You have others.” Happier ones, with all of them smiling, carrying on.

Lucius lifts a shoulder, “penance.”

The word hits Leo dead in the chest, knocking the air from her lungs. She understands penance, perhaps better than anything else.

“I was supposed to keep them safe. They’re my children, and I couldn’t protect them. I still can’t.”

“It was me, you know. What you were trying to protect them from. I took away their freedom and sullied your beloved bloodline. It’s my fault.” Leo says, as if he needs reminding. “And I’ve carried that with me for all these years, without saying a word. Because I owe that to them, I owe that to all of you…to carry it. But it is so heavy, and I can never put it down.” She chokes over the words.

“You were never that, Leo. Not a burden or a cross to bear. You are the best of them.” Lucius passes a hand over her hair. “The best of us,” hair the color of his own, and that of his son. “I am so sorry for anything I’ve done to make you think otherwise.”

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“Who would do this?” Rosanna asks, pressing a hand to her temple. She can hardly think. Things have gone from bad to worse at the drop of a hat.

The assailant who stole information from the ministry used their collective absences to their advantage. While they were wrapped up in the Rabastan Lestrange debacle, their old case files had been ransacked. Worst of all, it has been determined that this attack was perpetrated by someone within the ministry itself.

“Someone who has it out for you.” Harry reasons.

“Someone always has it out for me.” Draco bites out, this is hardly news.

“Can anything be done for damage control?” Rosanna wonders.

“I’m afraid not…it was the entire case file.” Hermione gnaws at her bottom lip.

“What is it, Granger?” Draco demands, she knows something.

“There’s been a handful of petitions demanding that the ministry reopen your case.”

“We can disregard them if it’s just a handful, Hermione.” Harry reasons.

“It was more than a handful,” Rosanna confesses. She’d seen them, the pile of letters, some howlers. Hermione tried to quiet it, but she couldn’t anymore.

“If I ignore a public outcry of this magnitude, it will compromise my position as Minister for Magic. This has become a severe conflict of interest and I’m considering stepping down but I-”

“If you don’t try me, your successor will.” Draco says, with a shake of his head. “Draw up the papers and have me served.”

“Draco,” Rosanna reaches for him. “No.”

“It’s alright.” Draco soothes, taking her hand. “You can speak for me, like you did last time.”

Harry sees what he’s doing, providing Rosanna with a false sense of comfort. “I’ll speak too, as a character witness. Malfoy helped us defeat Voldemort at great personal expense.”

They would face this together. Come hell or high water.

Part 13

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