#her 'disgrace' came about from her just being a bad student

[northern-passage]

Okay but what does your BG3 character look like?

Also, and maybe a little fun thing to think of, how would they fit in the world of The Northern Passage?

hahaha i've posted a little about her over on my other blog but here are some screenshots:

and i drew her here :-) (warning for nudity lol)

her name is mercy (based on a very old dnd character i've had for years and also the original mercy and where the default name in tnp came from hehe) she's a disgraced monk that was street fighting in baldur's gate before getting kidnapped by the mindflayers.

as for how she would fit into the world of tnp... there's not an exact equivalent of a monk in the tnp world but there are spiritual followers for the gods that live in cloisters. if i had to pick one for her i'd say the stormbringer. she has a criminal background, she can be a little morally grey but she mostly tends towards being nice and helping people which i think would fit best with the stormbringer. maybe she'd be hanging out in blackwater when everyone passes through...

she's not very Monk-like except occasionally breaking out some deep monk wisdom which i imagine always catches everyone off guard lmfao

[howlingday]

Beast AU.

Ironwood, Ozpin, glynda, and winter in a meeting room discussing rumors of an underground fight club. And rumors of a strange faunus in the arena.

"Thank you again for having us, Professor Ozpin." Winter gave a half-bow to the Headmaster of Beacon Academy. "We will return in a few months with any new information regarding the Vytal Festival."

"Please do." The white-haired gentleman smiled with a nod. "If I may, though, I do have a few questions pertaining to... other matters."

"Other matters such as what?" General Ironwood asked, quirking his non-plated brow.

"Nothing sinister, I should hope." Ozpin waved his hand. "Just a simple... rumor, if you would. Regarding something happening within the Kingdom of Atlas."

"Something like what, Oz?" James gave a huff, already tired of his old friend's bad habit of not being as straight as possible.

"Something like an underground fight ring in Mantle."

"There's no rumor, Oz." The general shook his head. "If anything, it's old news. It was an illegal gambling ring for disgraced huntsmen and drunkards alike."

"Yeah, but there's more to it than that." The group turned to see Qrow Branwen, personal huntsman of Ozpin himself, walking in with a bit of a stumble in his steps.

"Speaking of disgraced drunkards." Winter said under her breath.

"Not disgraced yet, Ice Queen." Qrow smirked. "And definitely not as bad as those guys forcing people to fight for their lives."

"But you're still a drunk." Winter lifted a tissue to her face, looking ill just from speaking to him.

"Eh..." Qrow shrugged. "Can't win 'em all." He opened his flask and lifted it to his lips. "Well, 'cept for that one kid who got away."

"What kid?" Professor Goodwitch asked. Her eyes narrowed on the two from Atlas and Qrow with significant heat in her glare. Glynda was a strict teacher, but what really got under her skin were issues involving children. Hearing 'kid' piqued her interest in this story, if only so she could either help the child or harm the ones who thought it a good idea to bring children into this mess. "James?"

The Headmaster General sighed. "During our investigation, we found one of the... competitors," he emphasized the word as if it were only a loose definition, a slang term, "was a young male with animal traits. Before we could bring him in for questioning, he escaped through a secret entrance we didn't anticipate."

"And you didn't hear him wrong, either. Traitsss." Qrow hissed the letter for further emphasis. "As in more than one. Long bunny ears, bwoop~!" Qrow lifted his hands up over his head, careful not to spill his flask. "Funny bunny fur." He looked at his arms as if the arm hair multiplied like, well, like rabbits. "And a fluffy bunny tail." He turned to shake his rear but was held in place by Glynda.

"How old?" She asked. The room was quiet. Her weapon snapped, shaking the room itself. Her voice came out cold. "I will not ask again."

"It's..." Winter cleared her throat. "It's difficult to give an exact age, but the subject-"

"The child." Glynda corrected.

"The child is old enough to be a Huntsman Beginner School student, if not a graduate."

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There was shouting coming from inside the diner. A young man, no older than twenty, trudged out with a heavy bag of garbage. Tossing it into the dumpster, he clapped his hands together before blowing into them. He cursed something about how cold it was outside before returning in.

A short time later, something crawled to the dumpster from the shadows, keeping low to the ground. Lifting the lid to the garbage container, he carefully slid into the foul-smelling receptacle. It was disgusting, and cold, and dark, but it was out of the wind. And with his nose, Jaune could smell what food he could still eat.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Yandere Chishiya x Reader - Your best option -

Summary: coming from a rich conservative family you did your best to complete your dream and study...just for a men to ruin it.

Notes: conservative family - mysogyny - manipulation - toxic behaviour - toxic family - physical abuse - emotional abuse -

You could never say you lived a bad life, in the economic aspect at least. Your father was a CEO, he worked hours to bring millons of money into your home. Your mother, a quiet woman, dedicated to her husband and kids, she used to be your favorite person when you were young, then your older brother, your second favorite person who used to play with you a lot during your lonely afternoons.

Your older brother, was a promising lawyer. Studying abroad, being top of his class with the best scores and a secure post in a law firm once he returns to Japan (thanks to your father).

And you, you were the doll, the princess, expected to marry a rich man and be just like your mother. Lower your head when your husband screams at you, doing the house chores and of course having his kids.

But that was not your dream, your dream since you were a teen was to study to become a Doctor. Of course your father was against it from the start, you had to beg him for months till he accepted under one condition.

You accepted it and started to work, your weeks were a blurry of books, mental maps, coffe and snacks.

"But you will have to get the best scores, just like your brother, or you will have to leave"

You did get high scores but not the highest so you promised to do better next semester, begging for a second chance, even if you were tired like hell.

He came to you during one practice to help you. He was kind, a bit cold and insensitive, but smart. He helped you during your semester and quickly became your best friend.

It was then, when you met him Chishiya.

He was the professors assistance and just by looking at him you could tell he was going to be a successful doctor.

But he stopped helping you when your finals came. You were not angry at him by this, you knew he was as busy as you. Saddly your scores (still high but not enought for your father) dropped.

Your father took you out from college the next day. His face with no emotions other than shame, but you knew deep down he was happy about all of this.

You cried a lot for the next weeks, your mother comforted you for awhile but never went against your father. Your brother called you but offered not a lot of support and even told you "dad just wants the best for you". You ended the call right there.

One monday your mother called you, gave you a beautiful dress and called a professional makeup artist to prepare you for dinner. You knew what all of this was about and just went with it.

Your last attempt to change your fathers plans for you had ended in him slapping you and calling you a disgrace, so your spirit and will to fight was done.

When you went down to the dinner table you never expected to see who your soon to be husband was.

Chishiya never liked rumors, well more like he never cared about them. Then one day the rumor of a famous CEOs daughter was coming to the school went into his ears.

He saw you first, saw how much work you put in your career, how much you seemed to really love the subjects and how compassionate you were with the patients during practices.

Half of him hated you for it, how you were able to connect with people with no problem, he struggled a lot with it. The other half however felt....enchanted in a twisted way. You were so cheerfull and positive. Alwyas open to learn from your mistakes.

When you told Chishiya how you had got a crush on another student he went wild. Of course he kept his usual self, the one where you never tought he was thinking why not him?, when you told him that, his composture never flattered when you would tell him how much you liked this guy and how you got the gut feeling that he liked you back. You never saw how jealous he truly was.

Thats why he went to you, why he started to bestfriend you. He needed to see if he would hate you more or like you. And ended liking you. You saw pass his calculated self, you treated him as another human, not "the school genious" or something like that. You two truly connected. And you opened up to him, about your fears, doubts. You never got a friend besides Chishiya during your school time. You were never sure why, maybe thanks to your fathers reputation and how no one wanted to mess with his daughter and ruin their future or their own family.

But with Chishiya it was enought.

When your test scores went out he had a meet with your father, just as he as planned. Where he sold himself as the best suitor for you, having his school background to respalde him and the professors recomendations for high respected hospitals.

Chishiya could not see you with someone else, he was sure of it, he wanted to be with you, you get both of you a nice home where no one would be a bother.

Thats why he decided to take the matters on his own hands. You had told him your fathers plans for you if your scores went down just a bit, and he saw an oportunity. He managed to get a hold on your fathers phone and made himself a candidate for you. He then abandoned you in the hardest part of the school year.

"You are good, I will tell you that. But I have men with more money than your own family owns, so...what can you give my daughter that these men cant?"

Chishiya was relaxed, he expected this to come.

"I know your daughter from college, and I know what she thinks about it"

Your father did not show emotion towards Chishiya when he said he knew what you tought about his plans for you.

Chishiya took a sip from his coffee, keeping eye contact.

"And I know she wont like this, i believe she may have already show how much she dislikes it, and I dont want to enter into personal matters but, I believe picking me may help you keep your relationship with her in a relative good way".

"And what could you know about my relationship with her?" Your father asked siping his own coffee.

"I was his friend during her time in the school. She told me a bit"

"And you believe because you used to be her friend, that puts you above everyone else?"

"I believe she and I have a solid floor of a relationship and she would be gratefull towards her father if he pics someone she already knows as her husband". Your father was going to give him a sharp reply but Chishiya kept talking.

"And I think the same as you" Chishiya took some cold water to prepare for his next words.

"When I saw her I tought how she should not be there but in a good house, making dinner, playing with the kids and waiting for her husband. I respect women wishes to work and advance in society but she, she seems just like a perfect housewife. And I saw her interacting with kids, i believe she could give you such good grandchildren that would make you proud. She may not see it now, but getting her a good suitable partner is the best for her".

Your father eyed Chishiya, considering all his words. He tought of your tricky relationship with him. How much you hated him for what he wanted for you, so...maybe this Man, this Chishiya with a promising future, plus being someone you already knew could be the safest option to save what little love you could have for him.

The dinner went uncomfortable to say at least. Chishiya bowed at yourself and your mother who loved him since minute 0. Your father just accepted him as his best option.

"Next week, you will recive a call, be ready" standing up for father left Chishiya there. Not a single goodbye or signal of approval.

You could not speak during all of it. Chishiya wore a smoking with his hair pulled back. He looked so handsome but, how? And why? How did he end here and why?

When your mother went to the kitchen and your father to take a business call was when you asked.

"Chishiya, I need answers right now, what are you doing here?"

Chishiya took your hand in his, his tumb caressing yours. He drunk your beauty, how your skin looked, so soft and inviting, the dress hugged you in all the good ways. And your eyes, they looked at him with such a lovely confusion.

You felt heartbroken, you trusted Chishiya, you tought you could tell him everything. God you even told him how you planned to scape the city.

"Im here, as your future husband. I talked with your father the past week and we agreed this was the best of you, im the best for you".

"I told you, I told you I did not want this" you replied to him, tears falling down your face.

"Shh" he took your face in between his hands. "You did not want this because you did not know it was gonna be me. But now you do. We will have such a beautiful family, god I cant wait to see you all round up with my kids. You will be such a good wife and mom".

"Dear look, your daughter its crying over happiness" your mother called over your father, her delusional mind making all seem perfect.

Tears continue to fall but Chishiya kissed them, loving their taste and wondering how the rest of you would taste when he had the chance to devour you.

In that moment your mother returned with a big smile on her face.

Your father returned but say nothing. He just took his seat back.

"So Chishiya, what do you think about kids?, I alwyas wanted little (y/n) running around" you mother asked him, not caring about you anymore or how twisted and disgusting this all was.

"Well, I believe (y/n) and I can raise and give you the best grandchildren, I also know a few pediatric who....

But you no longer listened. Your mind clouded and shouted down. That night you lost your freedoom thanks to Chishiyas obsesion.

[melodyyblue]

Royal Academy DR

Hi <3 Today I’d like to talk about my Royal Academy Dr. @cocozydiaries gave me the idea and I love talking about my dr’s so thank you ^^ Also I’m shifting to that reality with my bestie @himerue <3

A little disclaimer tho: I won’t be able to go that much into detail about all the dates and stuff because I simply didn’t bother enough with it LMAO I’ll just surprise myself but I did come up with a storyline kinda?

Also another disclaimer: I have main character syndrome, if you can’t handle it, feel free to not interact with this post ^^

Anyways, let’s get started

About the school:

Name: Regent’s Hall Royal Academy

Founded: not sure yet, in the 18th century maybe?

Headmaster: idk but she better be hot

Motto: … don’t ask me

Location: I’m not sure if it’s in Britain or Britain inspired but basically a modern monarchy

Current time: 21st century

The academy has three main buildings: the biggest one is for the students from class 1 to 4, the second one being class 5 to 8 and then the classes 9 to 12 in the last building. They all live there because it’s a boarding school. -> idk I just came up with it, I need to ask my friend LOL

The school is considered a Royal academy because it was founded by the Royal family back then but it’s actually a school for nobility as well. In fact majority of the students are nobles but not royals. The royals who do attend are mostly from foreign countries. There’s also a social hierarchy among the students, where the princes and princesses are on top, followed by the children of duke’s, marquesses, count’s etc etc

About me:

Name: Seraphina Elaine (i forgot my last name lol) -> just checked I didn’t decide yet, so if you have ideas, drop them <3

Class: 11-A (so one year before graduation)

Noble Rank: Duchess

Usually the students are children of nobility, meaning they haven’t inherited their titles yet but will do so after graduation. I’m one of the exceptions tho. I have inherited my title at age 12 (?) already.

Backstory:

My grandmother is the queen of the nation. She has at least two children: the oldest being my uncle/aunt and the second one being my mom. Both of them also have one daughter: me and my cousin.

My cousin’s parents died I guess? Idk but she is the crown princess and will inherit the throne. She has also been sick since early childhood so the palace watches her carefully and makes sure she stays alive because they don’t wanna lose her. Why would it be bad if she’d die too? Well because then I would be crown princess and they don’t want that. Why? Wellllllll …

“The Duchess in Disgrace”:

As I mentioned earlier, I inherited my title when I was a mere child. That wasn’t out of my own free will. When I was 10/11/12 (didn’t decide yet) a scandal broke out in the entire kingdom: my father (who married into the family) was caught gambling with the national treasures money (so basically the tax money). My parents were exiled from the palace and stripped of their titles and lands. They were all passed down to me and I had to step in as Duchess. My parents now live in one of my estates that used to be theirs.

Even after a long time passed, people never forgave my parents (understandable tbh 😭 I’d be pissed too). Both the citizens and the palace didn’t like us but they couldn’t exile me too because:

My cousin:

Name: Elenor Sofia (google the Spanish crown princess it’s literally her😭)

Class: she doesn’t attend the academy

Noble Status: Crown Princess

During that time my cousin, heir to the throne, was in probably the worst state during all of her illness. It was also decided she might never be able to go through the harsh military training. So the palace sent me instead, because they wanted to get rid of me anyways. Originally my cousin would have to go through military training to become commander in chief of the country but I’d become commander in chief instead once she becomes queen.

So I went through the three year long military training abandoned by the palace, my parents being outcasts and me being hated by everyone who met me.

When I was 16 and done with the training, the palace didn’t want me to return so they sent me to the Royal Academy instead to study there. Although it was founded by the Royal family, the royal children of this country don’t usually attend the academy themselves but get private teachers in the palace instead.

So I enrolled into the academy for the remaining years of my education. It was at that time that I had enough of the treatment the palace gave me and decided to prove them wrong and that I was nothing like my parents. I immediately joined the student council and the highest ranking noble becomes the president by default. Obviously everyone knew who i was and instantly didn’t like me. But through the military training I built a hard shell so I was pretty much unbothered by it.

By being the student council president I also became the most powerful student in the academy. The headmaster and teachers aren’t royals, just nobles. So in the perspective of social standing I was above them. Also the student council president naturally holds a lot of power but because of the equation being me + royal + student council president = most powerful. I was basically ruling the school because the headmaster, although not letting me do everything, has to respect me. So I basically rule the school which the palace doesn’t like once they found out about it. (I told y’all I have severe main character syndrome)

When I started being president, rumors and nasty comments spread like wildfire. That’s when “the duchess in disgrace” started becoming my nickname that people said behind my back but never dare to say it in front of my face because again, I am the highest ranking noble in the academy (foreign princes and princesses don’t count) but I did hear about it eventually. I’m not sure how but I had an idea:

Gossip Girl/Lady Whistledown:

Yep, we all love them, we all hate them but I did recently get the idea to add my very own lady Whistledown. We have the official school’s newspaper and someone who anonymously spreads their own paper among the school that people love to read because every time someone else’s secret gets leaked or anything like that. And while the schools newspaper writes pretty neutral, this anonymous student doesn’t. They go full out, say nasty things and give people names. Through reading that paper I found out about people calling me “the duchess in disgrace”. I let it pass, unbothered because it wasn’t my job to stop the students from reading that paper as long as they all behaved in the long run.

Again, I’m not sure if I really wanna put that in because the thought of someone exposing my secrets at any given moment seems so scary to me 😭 especially if it’s so easy to prove it with a picture or a text. Maybe that anonymous person is less a gossip girl and more a Lady Whistledown who just comments on things (although she did reveal some secrets here and there). Also idk who that anonymous person is yet and what to name them, I was thinking maybe one of the student council members as we are working pretty close together and have access to the entire school’s records on everything and therefore easily have insight information.

But she could be relevant for my:

First day:

On the first day I’m shifting there, a new student arrives who gets everyone’s attention. That student is the Princess of the kingdom Verlace aka my dear friend @himerue . For reasons unknown she got sent to another countries royal academy and obviously everyone talks about her (including Whistledown?). Idk how it goes from there on, all we decided so far is that my friend also joins the student council. Also this happens one or two years after I enrolled in the academy.

But yeah that’s it I guess. Oh wait, my cousin right, we did get along well as children but bc of the scandal, her illness, my training and getting sent away to school, we grew apart. She does reach out to me from time to time but because I don’t trust anyone from the palace I’m not sure what she’s trying to archive. What I don’t know at first is that she genuinely tries to make amends with me but the palace and everyone else gets in our way. Also she is pretty bubbly and cheerful but hides her manipulative side well. She is a little possessive over me because her parents died, her grandmother has great expectations of her, the palace walks on eggshells around her and my parents aren’t there and therefore wants me all to herself.

I am also an academic weapon obviously, duh 🙄

This was so much fun! I’ll be talking about my MHA DR next but I think that post is gonna be shorter than this one because I seriously didn’t plan that much for that Dr 😭 Bye and thanks for reading if you managed to get this far with all my yapping 🫶

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Chapter 13

A/N: various categories of warnings should be present here, because this is going from steamy to angsty. Be prepared for Masaomi being a douche willing to ruin Akashi's life once more. Masterpost

It wasn't meant to be like this. Akashi had been alone in the Student Council room, preparing for the next meeting. You had showed up with toasted bread with ham and cheese from the cafeteria and something to drink, worried he'd forget himself once more. He had made a teasing comment about the splotch of ink on your uniform, you had responded with a flirty comment. He blamed teenage hormones, because he pushed you on his desk and he couldn't help but kiss you. You giggled against him, kissing him back in a way that felt playful yet passionate, like a fire that was slowly spreading with glee. He dug his fingers into your waist, pulling you closer against him. The two of you were so lost into one another, neither of you could hear the sounds of approaching footsteps. As you moaned against his lips, the door opened and the worst possible figure stood in the doorframe, the Headmaster. Both of you froze, as the man pointed, with the hand that was free of papers which contained the budget for the upcoming Culture Festival to his right. "Akashi, L/n, my office, NOW!"

Akashi went home, dread fillng his stomach. The Headmaster had called both his father and your mother. Both, were naturally furious. He felt sick. He was scared of what was going to happen to him, to your relationship and what kind of abuse your mother would put you through once you came home. He imagined you were returning home with your knees shaking just as hard as his own were and he felt guilty for kissing you. 'This is all my fault. It's all my fault." Akashi felt like he would either faint or have a heart attack from the fear coursing through his veins. He walked into his home, and found his father already waiting for him at the door, seething with anger. "Never, did I dare dream you'd disgrace the Akashi name in such a careless manner," his father's voice was ice and it chilled Akashi to the bone. "I knew this would happen when you started dating that common whore." "She's not a whore! I was the one to kiss her father, and it was foolish. I was caught up in the rush of my feelings for her, and I am sorry." "Those feelings you have for her are like a disease! First she gets you slacking your studies and skipping class, now she has you acting indecent in public! What's next, getting her pregnant before graduation?! I've had it with this relationship of yours, Seijuro." Akashi felt ashamed, angry and afraid. He felt shame, because his father had a point. He was angry, because his father had asked too much of him to begin with. And he was afraid, because he didn't like the direction this conversation was going. "She's not right for an Akashi, a girl of our status would have known better then to respond to such promiscuity. I was foolish to agree to letting you see her. You're breaking up with her, and I will beg the Niragi family to open the conversation about Tsukiko's hand in marriage once more, if they are graceful enough to talk with me after I had to shut down our conversations so unceremonously. I will also see to it, that you're homeschooled from now on. That girl and your friends at Rakuzan are only a bad influence. I will not have them taint the Akashi name, and neither will you!" "You cannot do that father! You cannot take away my life like that! I don't want to marry Tsukiko, I don't want to quit school! You cannot expect me to do as you say because I made a singular mistake!" Akashi felt his breathing getting out of control, he was starting to hyperventilate as his father's threats circled around his head, images of saying goodbye to his team, to you, racing through his head. He didn't wanted to do that. His father merely watched on with cold eyes, as Fujioka rushed to the scene, urging him to breathe properly. The last thought he had was that felt incredibly light-headed, as he fainted. Fujioka caught his body in time, before he could crash into the ground. "Masaomi, you cannot control him like a puppet, especially not when he's simply a lovestruck teenager!" "I can! He is my son, and I am tired of your constant threats. You might be hired by the Kaneshiro family, but I do not have to tolerate your presence in MY household. My mother-in-law be damned! That relationship is tarnishing the Akashi family name, and I said I would not have that." Wether Masaomi was truly serious about not fearing the infamous Rima Kaneshiro, or he was caught up in the moment of his anger, Fujioka could not say. But he did not want to risk it. He had to come up with a plan to save Seijuro. Because if you asked Fujioka, wether he was willing to protect the Akashi name at the cost of Seijuro's happiness, his answer was a simple one: No.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Black Roses - Second Year - Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader

Title: Second Year

Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader

Additional Characters: Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Draco (Mentioned), Blaze (Mentioned), and Rita Skeeter (Mentioned)

| First-Year | Second-Year | Third-Year | Fourth-Year | Fifth-Year | Sixth-Year | Seventh-Year | Epilogue |

WC: 893

Warnings: Girl fights (verbally), insults are thrown, Reader is B.A, very sarcastic Reader, and name calling (not too bad)

By the time your second year arrived, you had fully grown into your life at Hogwarts. You became a little more daring and less afraid of the unknown. To some extent, you still felt like a stranger in this world, though. You felt a bit different than all the other kids your age. You liked reading and studying rather than playing pranks or playing games. You liked books more than gossiping with the other girls. You preferred to stay in your dormitory, rather than roam the grounds.

A lot happened this year that shaped your future. For one, Draco had found out about your friendship with the Golden Trio. To put it lightly, he wasn't very pleased about it. As much as he tried to ignore you, he kept on glaring at you. Pansy was constantly picking fights with you. She was a terrible person, everyone knew that. One day, you were sitting at the Slytherin table eating dinner when Pansy came up to you.

She spat, "What do you think you're doing here?"

You stabbed a potato with your fork before pausing, "What do you mean, Parkinson?"

Pansy sneered, "What are you doing at our table and not with your friends?"

You put your fork down and looked up at her, "Well, students from other houses aren't allowed to sit at other houses' tables. If I remember correctly." You spoke with a sickly sweet smile, to which Pansy glared down at you.

"Oh, so you're a Slytherin now?" She snorted, looking disgusted.

You opened your eyes comically wide, jolting in your seat with such exaggeration, "Wait! I'm a Slytherin?"

"Well, we don't appreciate your presence here. You're a house traitor. We should throw you out." She huffed, turning up her nose at you.

You lifted an eyebrow, "Throwing me out is going to be a bit difficult considering I've already been sorted. Which means, I belong here. Or did you forget that part?" You quipped, tilting your head slightly.

Pansy scoffed, "We don't need a traitor in our house."

"Mmmm, me? A traitor?" You gasped, "Just because I made friends with other people outside of my house? How scandalous of me! Someone, owl Rita Skeeter! She must be told!" You exclaimed loudly, drawing attention to you and Pansy, as you rested the back of your hand on your forehead in a dramatic manner.

You turned to Blaze beside you, grabbing his sleeve with faux disparity. "Blaze, you must help me! Being friends with other people from other houses is treason!" You exaggerated, "All of Hogwarts would burn me at the stake for being friends with others. Oh! What will I ever do!?"

Blaze blinked at you before shrugging and going back to his food. You snapped out of your dramatic theatrical behavior and turned back to Pansy, a devious smirk on your face, "Well, Pansy, darling. By your constant outbursts of your obvious hatred of me and how I live my life, I'd think you're jealous. After all, you don't have any friends." You smartly insult the girl before you.

"Shut up!" Pansy snapped at you, "You're a filthy snake. You have no right to talk to me!"

You shrugged, "As far as I can tell, you're no better than I am." You shot back.

Pansy frowned, "You're a disgrace to our house! Everyone knows that." She screeched at you angrily, "You'll never be fit to sit at the Slytherin table again!"

"Hmph," You scoffed and turned away from her. "As if I truly care."

Now, let's just say, the rest of that year with her was pretty eventful.

~~~

You sat in the Gryffindor tower bleachers with Ron and Hermione as Harry flew through the air, searching for the golden snitch. You had been cheering for Harry throughout the match. You wanted him to win, definitely more than Slytherin. You thought that he deserved it. His success was worthy of celebration. That was why you cheered so loud and so proudly.

You and Hermione clapped along with the crowd, "Go Harry, go Harry, go Harry, go Harry, GO HARRY!~" You all screamed as Harry swooped in between the hoops' poles and snatched the golden snitch with ease.

The cheers grew louder, and Harry landed with a flourish on the ground before being lifted into the air by his team. Staggering down and out of the tower with Ron and Hermione, you all rushed up to Harry, all three of you tackling him into a big group hug. He laughed and hugged you back tightly.

"Hey, guys!" He grinned as you all pulled back, Harry breathing heavily.

"You did it, Harry!" You shouted excitedly, side-hugging him.

"Not bad, eh?" He chuckled, patting your head affectionately.

"You did great, Harry!" You cheered. "Really deserve this win."

Hermione nodded, "Definitely a step up from last year."

Ron frowned, "Actually, Harry lost last year." He whispered, "He got pummeled by Malfoy."

You waved them off, arm still wrapped around Harry's waist with his arm around your shoulders, "Don't matter. The past is in the past. What's important is that he won and beat Draco." You told the two before turning to Harry, "Good thing too, his head was getting a bit too big. I was a bit worried he'd lose his balance and fall one of these days." You joked softly to the boy who laughed.

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Blackjack - Epilogue 1

Location: Yumenosaki Student Council Room Characters: Shinobu & Mayoi Season: Winter

TL Note:

To be precise, this is from December 29th until January 3rd.

Just to clarify, the Japanese school/working year begins and ends in April. 

Urashima Tarou is a Japanese fairy tale that tells the story of how a fisherman (Urashima Tarou) rescues a turtle and is rewarded with a visit to the Dragon Palace. There, he spends several days with the princess but returns to land only to discover one hundred years has passed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ< One week later – New Year’s Day. Yumenosaki Academy, Student Council Room. >

Mayoi: Happy New Yeaaaarrrr.

I–I apologise for showing such a grim expression during the New Year. It’s depressing, isn’t it? Seeing my gloomy face.

Shinobu: Happy New Year ~de gozaru…

You’re in perfect form during the New Year in a bad sense, huh. Where did your confident attitude during “Star Fest” go? Was it an illusion that only I saw?

Mayoi: I–I suppose you could say I was just influenced by the atmosphere back then.

I couldn’t show my pathetic side in front of my student. Although, it was just a short teacher-student relationship that came into being due to how things unfolded.

It is standard for the phantom to show his disgraceful behaviour in front of the songstress, though.

Anyway, I see you two are working right after the New Year – Chief, Anzu-san.

Shinobu: Yeah. I couldn’t sleep since I was too excited for “SS”, so I thought about stopping by the student council room.

I wanted to see who would be in. Then, I saw Anzu-dono working on some paperwork at the speed of light and that nearly scared me half to death.

Mayoi: Hehe. Anzu-san was under house arrest for the entirety of “SS” and was only released right before the Main Stage began – or so I’ve heard.

She must have a mountain of things she needs to do and things she wants to do.

But working during the New Year holidays[1] is banned under the Labour Standards Act or whatnot, so she decided to bring her work to Yumenosaki instead.

Shinobu: She’s a real workaholic ~de gozaru. Truly knock on wood. You’re just asking to get sick again, you know?

Hm? You say you’re not actually working…?

Then what are you doing? You’re rummaging through a lot of paperwork, though…?

Hmm? You’re searching for traces of Hitsugi Kurone?

Mayoi: Ahh, it was truly unfortunate what happened to them.

We had a lot of fun singing together on the “Star Fest” stage for a while.

Then, NEGI-san suddenly left the stage. We let our guard down and she broke away from us, leaving us all alone.

We still don’t know why she did that.

But NEGI-san got away from our wall of flesh and “Priest’s” subordinates decided that would be the perfect time to aim for her…

She was shot and ended up with a fatal injury that even medical treatment may not be of any help.

According to the doctor who brought her to the hospital in a hurry, it was practically immediate death.

Shinobu: …I still can’t believe it. It feels like some nightmare ~de gozaru.

Kurone-dono refused visitors after he was admitted to hospital.

I couldn’t get a hold of any information after that, so all I could do was to focus on the “SS” Main Stage right in front of us.

But I always remembered the smile NEGI-dono had on stage that day and her beautiful singing.

No. NEGI-dono was shot and she lost a lot of blood… It makes me feel awful every time I remember that scene.

It felt as though the NEGI-dono in my memory was scolding me – telling me not to stand there absent-mindedly and to smile and sing if I’m an idol.

That’s why I was just barely able to endure it all. I was able to overcome “SS” right until the very end.

But I can’t take it anymore… I’m a little tired.

Mayoi: Hehe. She has really haunted us in that sense.

We were haunted by a mysterious child who was like a hallucination or a ghost – a girl who detested idols but grew to love them a little at the very end.

Maybe she really was a ghost. Tell me, did she really exist?

Everyone was sparkling brightly like a proper idol during “SS” as if that tragedy never happened.

That’s why it makes me wonder if it was all a dream…

Shinobu: Hm? It wasn’t a dream? What do you mean, Anzu-dono?

Hmm? What are those documents…? Uhh, they’re this year’s[2] dreamfest proposals submitted from the summer until the current day…?

What about them ~de gozaru? Huh, the one who came up with them?

They’re all names I’ve seen before. It’s the Student Council’s job to receive them and judge whether they’re worthy of implementation.

Those proposals are all written by fairly well-known and influential students from the “Producer Course”. Err, in other words, they’re mostly from the “Peace Party”.

Huh? You want us to look into them and see if they actually exist? Well, I’m a ninja so conducting investigations is in my area of expertise but… why?

Hmm? It may not be all of them but there’s a chance that some of them are “people who don’t actually exist” – people who Kurone-dono disguised himself as?

Mayoi: Come to think of it, Hitsugi-kyun mentioned that he was skilled in disguises. No, it was transforming into others to be precise…

Shinobu: Which means, uhh, what does that mean ~de gozaru?

Mayoi: Perhaps he was a performer in his own work.

Shinobu: Huh? What?

Mayoi: I’ve heard that Hitsugi-kyun was bullied by the “Peace Party” and Anzu-san was the one who saved him.

Just like the turtle who was saved by Urashima Tarou[3].

They met each other and conspired together in the secret feud between them and the “Peace Party”.

What if their encounter and their series of confrontations with the “Peace Party” was all just Hitsugi-kyun who disguised himself as those influential members of the “Peace Party” and did all the work himself…?

Shinobu: …You’re saying Kurone-dono put on an act and did all that in order to curry Anzu-dono’s favour? Since she was said to be a legendary “producer” and was powerful within Yumenosaki and ES?

Mayoi: Not only that, maybe the tragedy during “Star Fest” was also…

Come to think of it, right before the tragedy unfolded, I met Mr. “Gatekeeper” at the dead of night in school. He seemed rather suspicious.

He helped Hitsugi-kyun escape from my family’s residence.

Shinobu: Oh, so that’s why Kurone-dono was on that stage.

Mayoi: Yes… While Mr. “Gatekeeper” was getting Hitsugi-kyun out, there must have been a chance for them to talk alone.

Maybe… the two of them conspired together to come up with a plan.

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'•.¸♡BUY ME THE MOON࿐ྂ SANO "MIKEY" MANJIRO x f!READER

ONE — house of glass

chapter summary: a 'sheltered girl' living a somewhat secluded life, hidden away from the public eye as the secret daughter of Japan's president, celebrates her 20th birthday alone. Meanwhile, Sano Manjiro, the man with the country under his boot, helps the president win the election and gets engaged to his oldest daughter.

chapter warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+, mentions of prostitution, car accidents, spoiled!reader, inaccurate depiction of politics and political climate, infidelity, cheating, implications of abortion, character death, sexism, isolation, violence, corruption, objectification(not reader)

word count: 3377

masterlist | chapter 2

The world is unfair. You realized that pretty quickly when you were young. That's why every day you're thankful your dad is disgustingly rich and loves the smile on your face more than he loves being a good person.

You were the daughter of a prostitute and a politician. Odd combination, yes, you know. Years ago, your dad made the drunken decision to cheat on his current wife and there, low and behold, the story of your birth.  Surprisingly, your father wanted your mother to keep you. 

Your filthy rich politician dad buys your mother a mansion hidden away from the public in the woods. It's there you are born and there that your father's first wife finds out about you and what your father had done. 

Saimori Shinichi was no good man and perhaps his wife, Saimori Kanoko should have known that the man would cheat. But what she hadn't expected was for him to keep you, an illegitimate child he looked at more fondly than he's ever looked at Kaya, his first daughter. You personally do not understand the reason for your father's blatant favouritism but you could care less.

Shinichi keeps his cheating under wraps and Kanoko is forced to go along with it. After all, what is more disgraceful than being cheated on with a prostitute? You are kept hidden away from the spotlight. No one knows of your existence except for a few of your father's bodyguards, Kanoko and Kaya.

When you turn 5, your mother passes away in a car accident.

You can't say you were... sad. You felt something but it wasn't like you got along with your mother when your father wasn't around. Your mother wished you were born a son but Kaya tells you she's thankful you aren't a boy or else she would have hated you more. 

There were both good and bad things in life and it seems for Kaya, a good thing for her was that you were not only illegitimate but also a girl like her. 

A good thing for you? Daddy's money.

Over the years, your father climbed up higher and higher in the social ladder and became a candidate for president.

You, on the other hand, were his hidden daughter, a current university student majoring in fashion design. You spend most of your time buried in books and fabrics, dreaming up designs that would never see the light of day. But that was okay, because the world outside was a scary place, and your cozy mansion provided all the safety and comfort you needed. You went to class and came back. You had no reason to make any friends. Friends were a security issue and you couldn't have that. It wasn't like you needed anyone else anyway. 

On the eve of your 20th birthday, you wake up to the same routine. A luxurious breakfast prepared by the house staff, a solitary stroll in the mansion's sprawling gardens, and then back to your room where you lose yourself in the world of sketches and swatches. Birthdays were just another day, after all. But this birthday feels different, a subtle shift in the air that you can't quite pinpoint. Maybe it's the loneliness that settles heavier on your shoulders today, the absence of any real connection beyond the opulent walls of your prison. Or perhaps it's the nagging feeling that there's more to life than what your father's money can buy. But that's a stupid thought.

You sit in a room of the mansion on the floor with your laptop in front of you and an embroidery hoop in your hand. This specific room was set up by your father so you had your own space to store fabrics and other things you needed. But it wasn't really needed. You were the only one who lived in the mansion anyway. Kaya and your stepmother lived in Tokyo with your father. After all, they had to make it seem to the public that they were a happy family. 

You thread the needle through the fabric in the hoop as you listen to what is being said on the news. It's about 11:30 pm. You're watching the live results of the election playing. The winner will be announced at 12 am. For this election, your father was one of the candidates. 

As the clock ticks closer to midnight, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation mingled with dread. You're supposed to be happy, right? After all, your father's victory would secure your comfortable lifestyle for the foreseeable future. But deep down, you can't shake the feeling that something about this whole situation is wrong.

The television screen flashes with the latest updates on the election results. Your father's face appears on the screen, his usual charming smile plastered across his features as he shakes hands with supporters. But behind that facade, you know the truth. You know the lengths he's gone to secure his victory, the shady deals and underhanded tactics he's employed.

You sigh, focusing back on your embroidery, the needle moving rhythmically through the fabric. Your phone buzzes beside you, startling you out of your reverie. It's a text from your father, a rare occurrence in itself.

"Victory assured. Be ready" it reads. Short and cryptic, as always.

You roll your eyes, setting the phone back down without replying. Be ready for what? Another party you won't attend? Another parade of false smiles and empty promises? You continue stitching, the repetitive motion soothing your restless mind.

As the clock strikes midnight, the news anchor's voice crescendos with excitement, announcing your father's victory. Your father's face is back on the screen, victorious and gleaming. For a moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to step out of the shadows, to be acknowledged as his daughter, to be part of the life you can only watch from a distance. But then again, you remember all the unnecessary scrutiny Kaya goes through on a daily and wonder perhaps it was for the best that you weren't out in the spotlight like her. 

Almost like the cameraman heard your thoughts, the screen changes to Kaya who is hugging your father with a huge smile on her face. Her hair and makeup are done perfectly and her outfit is without a wrinkle in sight. You smile. She looks pretty. Now, you would probably text Kaya that but you don't get along with her. She doesn't like you and you don't like her. It's as simple as that. Telling Kaya she looked pretty would upset the fragile balance you've maintained with her and psychological warfare was more fun. So instead you text:

[12:04 am] cute outfit but is that a white hair I see?

You giggle to yourself and put your phone down. However, your smile quickly fades realizing you were spending your birthday alone. You just turned 20 and here you are, in one of the rooms in the mansion in the woods, surrounded by colourful fabrics and a laptop on the floor. The mansion is eerily quiet as the celebration rages on in Tokyo. The only sounds are the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees outside. You look out the window, at the dark, moonlit forest surrounding the mansion. Sometimes you wonder if this isolation is a curse or a blessing. Your world is so small, confined to the mansion's walls and the occasional trips to your university. There's an almost suffocating security in your routine, a predictability that keeps you anchored. But tonight, the loneliness feels more palpable, more oppressive.

You didn't want to seem ungrateful or spoiled. After all, your father always gave you whatever you wanted and loved you a lot. You know he did and he showed it as well. The only thing was that he didn't acknowledge you in public and couldn't talk about you. It wasn't like you were really complaining about it. It was just that you felt really lonely right now. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a car approaching. It's unusual for anyone to visit the mansion at this hour, especially on election night. You set your embroidery hoop aside and move to the window, peering through the curtains. A sleek black car pulls up to the front entrance then a few more and then a truck.  Your heart skips a beat. Who could it be at this hour? Your mind races through possibilities, none of them comforting. You consider calling your father, but dismiss the idea just as quickly. He wouldn't appreciate being disturbed during his victory celebrations. But then you realize that perhaps it's nothing as you watch security lead the cars to the side which was direct entry to the backyard. Maybe it was nothing. 

The mansion was extremely secure and security very loyal. Your father paid them well and was actually pretty nice to them. They had no reason to sell your father out so, these new people arriving were not anything alarming. Perhaps your father was increasing security now that he was president. You shrug and pick your laptop off the floor, leave the room and head to your own bedroom. That was enough stitching for tonight. 

You settle onto the plush bed in your room, laptop on your lap and start to do some online shopping. The rhythmic movements of your fingers on the keyboard and each new item you add to your cart help soothe your frayed nerves, but you can't shake off the curiosity about the late-night visitors. It's not unusual for your father to have secretive dealings, but the timing feels odd. You mentally list all the possible reasons for the visit, each one more unlikely than the last. 

Oh well, you think and open up Viviene Westwood.

"Stupid brat" Kaya mutters as she closely examines each strand of her black hair in the mirror of the private bathroom in the president's office

After you sent her that text about white hair she couldn't help but internally panic. Kaya glares at her reflection in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair, searching for any sign of a stray gray strand. Of course, there isn't one, but your message has done its job: she's flustered and annoyed. She was on TV just moments ago with her father and the thought of the entire country seeing a damn white hair on her head makes her sick. 

There was a lot resting on her now. She was the daughter of the fucking president and that came with responsibilities. Kaya takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. She can't afford to let her facade crack, not now, not when she's so close to achieving everything she's ever wanted. She splashes cold water on her face, letting the shock jolt her back to reality. She adjusts her perfectly tailored suit, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. Everything about her has to be flawless, and impeccable, a reflection of the prestigious position she holds as the president's daughter. She can't afford any slip-ups, especially not now when the media's eyes are trained on her every move.

But despite her outward confidence, there's a gnawing sense of insecurity that never quite leaves her. It's always been there, lurking beneath the surface, a constant reminder of her status as the second-best daughter. She hates that you, the hidden daughter, exist. She hates that you're a constant reminder of her father's infidelity, a stain on their perfect family image.

But what she hates most of all is the fact that you seem to revel in your position as the favoured daughter, even though you're nothing more than a spoiled, sheltered brat. But Kaya refuses to let you get under her skin. She's worked too hard and sacrificed too much to let some spoiled princess steal her thunder. She'll do whatever it takes to maintain her status, even if it means playing dirty. She's learned from the best, after all. She tosses her phone onto the vanity, the screen lighting up with a text from her fiancé, Sano Manjiro.

Kaya found it dumb that her father even suggested this engagement. Sano Manjiro and the rest of Bonten were no normal businessmen. They were fucking snakes, criminals. Kaya hated her father for setting her up with a damn criminal like Sano Manjiro but at least he's hot and has money. Kaya scoffs at the message, her lips curling into a smirk. She knows Manjiro's just another pawn in her father's game, a means to an end. She doesn't love him, and she's sure as hell he doesn't love her either. Their engagement is nothing more than a business transaction, a way for her father to solidify his ties with the underworld. But Kaya isn't stupid; she knows how to play the game. She'll use Manjiro to further her own ambitions, to climb even higher up the social ladder.

But even as she revels in her own cunning, there's a part of Kaya that can't shake off the feeling of unease that's been gnawing at her ever since she received your text. She knows you're up to something, knows you're not as innocent as you pretend to be. And that terrifies her. Because if there's one thing Kaya can't stand, it's being outmaneuvered.

She glances at herself in the mirror one last time, adjusting her expression into one of poised elegance. She can't let anyone see the cracks in her facade, can't let them see the insecurity that's been eating away at her from the inside out. With one last deep breath, she squares her shoulders and steps out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

As she exits the bathroom, her eyes flicker to the closed door of her father's office, where he's no doubt celebrating his victory with his cronies. She knows she should join them, should bask in the glory of her father's success. But right now, all she can think about is you, the mysterious girl hidden away in the mansion in the woods, the one who threatens to unravel everything she's worked so hard to achieve.

With a determined set to her jaw, Kaya strides towards the door, her mind already racing with plans and schemes. She may not be able to control everything, but she'll be damned if she lets you ruin everything she's worked so hard for. You may be the president's secret daughter, but Kaya is the president's daughter, and she'll be damned if she lets anyone forget it.

 She glances down at her phone remembering she hadn't responded to Manjiro's text. But then again, she also has no plans to respond to him. She rolls her eyes before responding with a quick, "Busy. Later." She had plans for this evening with a pretty boy she saw at the rally tonight. 

Little does she know, Manjiro has his own plans for the evening.

You smell something burning. You narrow your eyes, push your laptop off your lap and get off the bed, heading for your balcony. You push open the double glass doors and the smell gets stronger, the acrid scent filling your nostrils as you step onto the balcony. The night air is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the source of the smell. You follow the scent, your gaze sweeping over the sprawling grounds of the mansion, searching for any sign of smoke or flames.

And then you see it.

A bonfire?

There are a few men standing around it with large boxes nearby. You furrow your brow in confusion, wondering what could possibly be going on. This isn't a normal occurrence at the mansion, especially not at this hour. You watch in silence as they throw sheets of paper into the fire, emptying out box by box making sure none flies away. Your curiosity piqued, you lean forward slightly, trying to get a better view of what's happening down below. The men seem to be completely absorbed in their task, their movements swift and purposeful. You can't make out their faces in the darkness, but their silhouettes dance against the flickering flames of the bonfire. "hmm..." you murmur when you see a flash of pink

As your eyes adjust to the darkness you notice the bright hair colours on a few of the men. Purple, white and pink. The rest have black hair. Your eyes focus on a few men in particular, laughing and smoking while the rest empty the boxes into the fire. You squint your eyes and notice the two men with purple hair have matching tattoos on their throats, the same design that the guy with the long white hair has on his scalp. With bated breath, you continue to watch from your vantage point on the balcony, trying to piece together what's happening down below. The men seem to be finishing up their task, the last of the boxes emptied into the roaring flames of the bonfire. "what..." You mutter trying to figure out exactly what is going on

With your focus being on the bonfire below you in the backyard, you don't hear your bedroom door opening. Before you can even blink, your body is forcefully turned around. Your heart leaps to your throat as you're suddenly spun around, your back meeting the balcony railing with a jolt. You gasp in shock, your eyes widening as you find yourself face-to-face with a man you've never seen before. He's sort of tall, but still somehow intimidating, with sharp features and piercing eyes that seem to bore into your soul. His hair is a striking shade of white, a stark contrast to his dark clothing and the darkness of the night. 

But it's not just his appearance that sends a shiver down your spine; it's the aura of power and danger that surrounds him like a cloak. This man is no ordinary stranger; he's someone to be feared, someone to be respected. However, your eyes light up in interest. Oh wow. He may be scary but he's gorgeous. His arms are muscular, you can tell by the way his shirt creases while he keeps you caged in place against the railing. He's not huge though. He's lean and it's damn attractive. Your pulse quickens as you take in his intense gaze, feeling a strange mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your veins. You've never encountered someone like him before, someone who exudes such raw power and authority without even saying a word. And yet, there's something undeniably captivating about him, something that draws you in despite your better judgment.

His eyes, sharp and calculating, seem to bore into your very soul, assessing you with a scrutiny that makes your skin prickle with awareness. You're frozen in place, unable to tear your gaze away from his, feeling as though you're trapped in some sort of unspoken standoff. But despite the fear that courses through your veins, there's also a strange sense of... excitement. It's pretty quickly you realize who this is as you think about the tattoos on the men around the fire. 

Your mind draws back to your laptop, to all the tabs of designer brands open and the things in your cart. You can't help but compare this man to all the expensive items you've been eyeing online—the sleek leather handbags, the luxurious silk dresses, the designer heels. He exudes the same air of opulence and exclusivity, a rare gem in a world full of imitations. But unlike those material possessions, there's something inherently dangerous about him, something that sets him apart from the rest.

You remember your father's words, him always telling you he could buy you whatever you wanted. You were about 6 or 7 when you asked him for the moon. Your father told you he couldn't but it's always been a childish wish of yours. 

However, it seems that Sano Manjiro is the closest to that moon you've always wanted.

His hand comes up and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers rough and calloused. "Happy Birthday, princess"

notes: welcome to Buy Me the Moon :)) I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Yes, I know it was uneventful and short but this is also the introduction chapter. I promise the next chapter will have more... spice. lol.

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Could you write a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin !Potter!reader. Y/N and Draco have been dating since first year but haven’t told anyone because people think she might be the only “good slytherin” and to prevent Harry from freaking out they stay quiet till the Quitage World Cup where she goes with Draco and his father and spent the summer with them rather than the weasles . Pansy and Blaise know about Y/N and Draco because the 4 of them became best friends through the years (and reader won’t be only friends with Harry’s friends) . Harry and Y/N get into an argument when they return to Hogwarts the summer of the Triwizard cup and how she’s a traitor (EVEN tho that’s her house) and a disgrace for being with him. So she accepted that and that he hates her so she spends the next year mainly with her house giving the trio the cold shoulder and when the war happened draco and his mother protected her and hid her so Harry was looking for her that time but she was gon so after the war the 4 (Draco Pansy and blasé) walk into the great hall and the golden trio see that Y/N is engaged to Draco and Harry just apologizes and they catch up after all those years.

The Potter Twins

A/n: This has got to be one of the best requests I've ever seen anyone answer. I'm so gratefully you asked me to write it!! Thank you. Also, I did use lines from the book just to make the story work. I could have probably written a whole series so this is very long, I'm sorry. @loxbbg

"Y/n Potter." Professor McGonagall's shrill voice boomed. Just like that, the whole school's attention was on Y/n.

So many students, so much older than her, all focused on her. Probably, she had only just discovered, because of her last name.

The girl and the boy who lived. Apparently, they were famous.

On their 11th birthday, she hadn't expected a giant wizard man to come and whisk the twins away from the horrible Dursleys. But, he was nice and he knew their parents.

Y/n was always treated better than Harry. Aunt Petunia seemed to love her more, even letting her have a big bedroom.

Hagrid, she found out, had taken them shopping and brought them ice cream. While she thought it was all a hallucination when she was able to run through a wall, she knew something strange was happening.

After that, she had met a redhead, Ron. He was dorky but kind to the siblings. And, he seemed to know a lot about the wizarding world.

Y/n took a few tentative steps before sitting on the stool. She was hyperaware of the fact everyone was watching, not able to keep the blush off her cheeks.

The heavy hat was draped onto her head, weighing her down.

"Hmm, the other Potter. You would do good in Gryffindor." The hat whispered to her, making her widen her eyes. She hadn't expected it to talk. It was an object. How could it possibly talk?

Y/n was amazed at the whole thing. It still felt like a dream. The great hall was phenomenal, and she couldn't wait to explore the castle. It was unreal.

Y/n flicked her eyes to her brother. He was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, smiling at her. She hoped she would get to be with him, even though she didn't grasp the house concept. Plus, he was near the other girl, Hermione.

Hermione seemed to know a lot about wizards, and Y/n wanted to be informed. It was like she had finally discovered her missing part.

"I remember your parents. I think you could do just like them." The hat continued. Y/n kept hoping. Hoping she wouldn't go without Harry. The thought of her parents made her heartache, she knew so little about them, but she had heard so much about them in the last few days.

"Slytherin!" The hat roared. Y/n's eyes instantly widened, looking frantically at her brother. How was it possible? The hat had decided she would do good in Gryffindor. She wanted to be with her brother and Ron and Hermione.

Just like that, the hat was off her head. Y/n was speechless as she wandered over to the Slytherin table. Somehow, they all looked mean.

She hadn't noticed who she sat next to until the boy spoke. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He introduced himself, puffing out his chest proudly.

"Y/n Potter." Y/n introduced, despite knowing he already knew.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson." A girl with short black hair interrupted their conversation. "We're going to be sleeping in the same dorm, do you want to be friends?" She asked. A picture of confidence.

Y/n didn't know what to do but nod. "Yeah."

"Now shove off, Parkinson. We're talking." Draco interrupted the girls.

Y/n looked concerned at Pansy, but she didn't look offended at all. "Don't worry. Dracie and I have been friends since we were kids. He doesn't mean it." She reassured the girl, noticing her surprised look. The nickname made Y/n giggle, recognising the look on Draco's face as disgust.

"We're not friends." Draco joked, stoic face. Pansy hit him on the arm.

Y/n liked them already. She could tell they would be good friends. Plus, they filled the gap she was missing, not having Harry next to her.

Harry managed to get a chance to talk to Y/n after the feast. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, comforting his sister.

"I'm sorry we're not in the same house," Y/n told him, feeling guilty.

Harry shook his head. "It's not your fault. It's that weird hat's."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Y/n giggled, not feeling like crying anymore. "I don't know what so much of this means." She continued, feeling nervous about the whole situation.

"I know." Harry agreed with a nod. "We'll get through it together. I just want to know more about mum and dad, and it's good if we don't have to stay with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon." Y/n nodded to that. They were horrible people. "We should go to our rooms now. It'll be okay." He comforted her.

She gave him another quick hug. "Thanks, Harry." She told him before turning around to walk off.

"Wait, Y/n!" Harry called, she spun back around to face him. "I've heard Malfoy is bad news, be careful." He warned. Y/n nodded, reassuring him she'd be cautious.

She didn't believe it, though, as she skipped off to the common room.

~

It was only a week into classes when Y/n figured out not everyone at Hogwarts was nicer than the Dursley's. Mainly Professor Snape. For no reason, he seemed to hate Harry. They dissected it later in Hagrid's cottage.

"'S 'cause yeh look like yer mum." Hagrid offered as an explanation. That confused the twins and Ron, who came with them. Hagrid sighed, realising he had to explain it. "Snape loved her, way back, but she married yer dad. He couldn' stand yer dad. Anyway, tha''s all history now. Unfortunately, he's one to hold a grudge. Don' let it bother yeh." He told the children.

Harry just sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I'm used to Dudley, anyway." He figured Hogwarts was a lot better than the Dursley's house.

"What about yeh, Y/n, how's Slytherin? They're not pickin' on yeh?" Hagrid asked, switched his attention to the small girl.

"It's alright. I've made lots of friends." Y/n had actually had a rather good week. She'd befriended Pansy and a girl named Daphne. As well as Draco, with who she was very close. That was just in her house. Somehow, she'd managed to sit next to Hermione in a class, Lavender too, and a girl named Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff.

"Good." Hagrid nodded. "Yeh best be off now." He told them, taking the last sip of his drink.

The 3 of them nodded, getting up and leaving the cottage.

"You know, we've got our first flying lesson next week?" Ron asked the twins, trying to brighten the mood. He could tell they were both thinking about their parents.

Y/n did know. Draco had talked about it nonstop. He was beyond excited.

Harry nodded as well. "I'm not sure I'm going to be any good." He mentioned, lightly blushing.

"I'm sure you'll both be fine. It is in your blood." Ron told them. Y/n and Harry both looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused about what he meant. However, he didn't elaborate.

~

Y/n went to watch Harry's first Quidditch practise, despite him telling her not to. He said it was a waste of time when it was just practice. But she was extremely proud of him. She knew their parents would be proud too.

So she hid in the Slytherin bleaches, hoping Harry wouldn't spot her.

It was slightly chilly, the night wind whipping at her skin. That's when she felt the drape on a coat on her shoulder.

Y/n whipped her head around to see who it was, only to be met with the blonde's features. She definitely had a bit of a crush on him. He was cute and the first boy who had ever paid her attention.

Draco took a seat next to her, giving her a smile. "Hi." He whispered.

"Hi, Dray." It was a nickname she had quickly picked up, noticing how it made him blush. "You don't have to sit out here." She assured him.

"I want to," Draco confirmed.

Y/n knew he was jealous. Draco had done nothing but talk about how much he loved Quidditch. And Harry, who he thought was a blood traitor, had gotten all his success. So it was big that he wanted to sit with her.

They watched in silence before Draco spoke. "Did you know Pansy is dating Blaise?" He asked her.

Y/n shook her head rapidly. "I thought she liked you."

Draco stuck his tongue out in disgust. "No, I hope not. I did have a question though..." He trailed off, cheeks heating pink. He was bouncing his knee up and down nervously.

Y/n had never seen him like that. "What is it?" She asked.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Draco asked hesitantly. Y/n immediately nodded, accepting the offer. She had never felt happier and more relieved.

"Of course, Dray." She agreed immediately his face relaxed. Y/n reached over and laced her fingers in his, not concerned about how sweaty his palms were. "We can't tell Harry though." She suddenly realised, remembering her brother's words. Draco had never been kind to any of the Gryffindor's, despite them being her friends.

Draco nodded. "Okay." He accepted. Y/n was very thankful he agreed to her request.

~

3rd year was the most stressful yet, for Y/n. She and Draco were still secretly dating, much to Blaise and Pansy's surprise. They couldn't believe how long it had lasted. But Y/n and Draco were drawn to each other, as friends and lovers.

Summer break was also difficult for Y/n. Aunt Marge's visit had ruined the twins birthday. On top of that, apparently, a psychotic wizard had escaped. The Dursley's didn't understand what that would mean. But Y/n and Harry saw just what dark magic could do to Ginny Weasly last year. It was devastating and powerful.

Y/n ran away with Harry when he blew up Aunt Marge. Aunt Petunia had started being much meaner to her, the older she got. While Y/n didn't know Lily, she thought it might have been the reason Aunt Petunia started shunning her.

So, she stayed at the leaky cauldron with Harry. It was the first time she felt happy to not have parents, there were no rules.

Y/n was hiding something. All the letter her owl, Edwige, was bringing her. All from Draco. She figured Harry was too tied up in his own life to think anything was odd. He probably assumed it was Hermione.

The whole train ride all Harry, Ron and Hermione wanted to talk about was terrifying Sirius Black who was trying to murder the twins.

The train's sudden stop frightened Y/n. As the compartment grew cold, she thought it was Sirius, there to kill them. When the Dementor's bony fingers slide open the door, her heart raced, almost beating out of her chest.

This was it. She was going to die from a faceless ghost. It started to suck the life out of Harry and she froze, not knowing how to help her brother.

Thankfully, the cloaked figure in the corner sprung up, scaring the spirit away.

Y/n rushed to get to Harry, but he had already fainted. He was dazed and confused when he woke, Lupin, as Y/n had come to known, handing him some chocolate.

Once Lupin had re-explained what happened, to Harry, he left.

The Potter twins connection let Y/n feel the fear Harry was in, despite being the braver.

Y/n was more than happy to get off the train, being able to sit next to her boyfriend. The Gryffindor table couldn't see them, so they were free to subtly hold hands.

It didn't feel the same that year. Draco was much darker and meaner. He was mean to Hermione and Hagrid, two of Y/n's companions. She didn't understand it.

Their relationship issues came to a head on the date of Buckbeaks execution. Draco and Y/n didn't agree on the situation but it got worse as she roamed the castle with Harry, Hermione and Ron.

As soon as Y/n saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle hiding behind that rock she knew today was going to be her breaking point. She didn't understand why he couldn't just shut his mouth and not say anything.

"Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And he’s supposed to be our teacher!" The look on his face was pure disgust. His eyes flicked up to meet Y/n's, not back down from the remarks he'd made as she stared him down.

It was then she realised it. He cared more about maintaining his arrogant reputation than he did his own girlfriend. The thought broke her heart.

Harry and Ron both marched to him, with Hermione one step ahead. Y/n awkwardly stood there, not knowing how to come between her secret boyfriend and friends.

Hermione got to him first, landing a solid punch to his nose. It was as hard as she could, landing a solid sound.

Draco stumbled back, Crabbe and Goyle rushing to hold him up. He gave Y/n a final look as he ran past her.

Y/n's eyes were already filling with tears. Hermione noticed. "Are you alright?" She asked.

She quickly thought up a lie. "I'm sorry... It's just all of this with Buckbeard is difficult. Can you tell Hagrid I'm really sorry?" She stuttered out, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

They all brought the lie, Harry wrapping her in a hug before they walked off. She stood there and cried for a few minutes, all alone. Like no one in the world cared about her.

It quickly turned to anger, her blood boiling. She stormed off to the Slytherin common room, knowing Draco was too proud to go to the hospital wing.

She found him there, on the couch, Crabbe and Goyle at his side.

"I can't believe Granger," Draco exclaimed, not noticing Y/n. "She's a filthy mudblood I could easily get expelled."

"Tell your father." Goyle prompted. Crabbe and Goyle were the best henchmen, dumb and wanting to cause trouble.

"Goyle, Crabbe, I need to speak to Malfoy," Y/n announced. They didn't understand what she meant. "Alone." They finally understood, scurrying out of the room.

Draco didn't look concerned, his eyes challenging her. "What do you want? Hanging out with your idiot twin, that poor, blood traitor Weaslbee and mudblood Granger." He was just as pissed as Y/n was. Maybe, it was the anger for Granger he was taking out on Y/n.

She couldn't hide it anymore. "We're done." She told him. "I cannot be with you when you hate everyone that loves me."

"Fine." Draco shrugged. "I don't care."

That was the last thing Y/n heard from him as she stormed to her dorm room, a sobbing mess. Pansy quickly wrapped her in a hug, not needing to know what happened.

~

It was the end of term before Y/n even looked in Draco's direction again. She spent all those nights silently sobbing. The slight silver lining was she had gotten much closer to Harry, Hermione and Ron, no longer spending hours with Draco.

He'd trapped her when she was alone in the bleachers, just like he did on their first week.

He didn't place a jacket on her, rather some sunglasses. "Hi." He murmured, hesitantly sitting next to her. Draco was sure Y/n hated him.

"Hey." She replied. The truth was, she missed him. Draco was a part of her, they had grown up in love. They were never meant to fall out of it.

"Enjoying your last day?" Draco asked awkwardly. They felt like they were back in their first year, acting self-consciously.

She nodded, not interested in his small talk. "Yeah, I'm all packed as well." She still refused to look at him.

"I'm sorry." It came tumbling out like he didn't know how to say it. That made her turn her attention to him.

Y/n couldn't help but love him. She never wanted to break up, ever. "Me too." She replied.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He just looked so precious.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Draco asked, the question was phrased differently this time but it still reminded her of the shy first year.

"Yes." Y/n agreed. She had never known heartbreak like being without Draco.

"Also... I want it to be real this time." That made Y/n worry. She didn't want Harry to find out yet. There was no one Harry hated more. "Will you stay with us these holidays? And come to the Quidditch World Cup?" He asked shyly. That was the bashful boy she adored.

So far, Y/n's plans were to go to the Durley's. She'd just lie to them and say she was staying with Pansy. They wouldn't care because they didn't love her.

'Yes." Y/n told him. "I'm terrified to meet your parents." She admitted.

Draco took her hand in his. "Love, you have nothing to worry about." He assured her. In truth, he also had doubts about his father. Y/n was a Potter.

Once they left the bleachers, Y/n went to see Harry. The trio was in the courtyard.

"Oh Y/n, we were looking for you." Ron pipped up as she took a seat next to them. She tried to not blush too much. "Do you want to come to the Quidditch World Cup with us?" He asked. Uh oh.

"I'm really sorry. I told Pansy I'd go with her family." Y/n lied once again. She felt terrible doing it but she had to. Plus, they weren't going to find out.

"That's fine. Are staying with her the whole summer?" Harry asked. Y/n hated to have to nod. She knew they were keeping a brave face on but they were disappointed.

~

Y/n's lie worked. She made it to out of the station with Draco without anyone seeing.

They got in the car and, from there, they travelled to the manor. It was fabulous. Better than she could ever imagine. Pointed towers and perfectly done gardens, she was in another world.

"Hey, it'll be okay," Draco assured her, taking his hand in hers as they made it to the door. She had already met their house-elf, who carried the bags.

Draco knocked on the door, trying to seem brave. Narcissa swung it open, arms wide open to pull Draco in. Y/n admired how close they were. She had seen Narcissa once before when she came to see Draco. They weren't introduced but Y/n admired how elegant she looked.

"Y/n Potter, right?" Narcissa asked once she had let her boy go.

"Yes, Mrs Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you." Y/n politely said.

Narcissa giggled, shaking her head. "Don't be silly, you can call me Narcissa." She said before opening her arms up for the girl. She hugged for just as long as she hugged Draco, making Y/n feel very comfortable.

Lucius walked over, making Y/n's heart race.

"Draco." He greeted his son with a handshake, much less warm than his mother.

Then he turned to Y/n, staring down his nose at her. She had never felt as small. "You must be Y/n Potter?" He held out his hand.

"Yes, sir," Y/n replied, shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lucius just scowled. Narcissa interrupted the tension. "Come, kids, we can talk in the living room." Just like that, she was part of the family.

~

The Malfoy tent at the Quidditch world cup was impressive. It was grand and dark like the manor.

Her summer with Draco was the best of her life, not that the others were much to compare to. Narcissa was the kindest woman she'd ever know. When she realised Y/n's birthday was the 31st of July, she insisted on throwing a large party.

She let Y/n pick out all the decorations, taking her on a shopping spree to Diagon Alley. Then, they had a spa day and afternoon tea party with Pansy and Daphne and some of Narcissa's friends. As much as she wanted to, Y/n figured it wasn't right to invite Hermione and Ginny.

That night, they had dinner out with the girls, Draco, Theo and Blaise. It was the best day of her life. It only got better when a massive cake was wheeled out, and a cart for of gifts. She was sure it was more than Dudley had ever gotten.

Draco's was the most special. It was a necklace, a traditional Black family one. On it was their initials.

Y/n made sure to stay in contact with Harry, but things had started to slip. She figured he was just busy but she missed him, and their other friends.

It was difficult for Y/n to get along with Lucius, knowing how close he was to Voldemort, the man who was trying to kill her. Somehow, they just didn't talk about it.

"Are you ready to go?" Draco asked, adjusting his black blazer. She couldn't believe how good he looked, a full black suit. His blonde hair parted in the middle. He had grown into his looks majorly over the summer.

"Yeah." Y/n nodded, putting her last earing in. They were a gift from Narcissa, real emeralds. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach she was trying to shake off as anticipation.

"Okay, Mum has already gone to our box. We're going in with my Father." He told her, walking over to grab her hand. Physical contact was something the couple had gotten used to. It was no longer awkward.

Y/n took his hand, lacing their fingers as they walked out of the tent. Draco was taller than her now, he hadn't been in first year. His slim thumb traced over her knuckles mindlessly.

Lucius didn't seem to mind the two of them being so close. The sky had darkened, and the crowds were already cheering. While Y/n had never been to a muggle sports game, she thought this was better. It was noisy but spectacular.

Draco and Y/n talked as they walked, him occasionally bumping into her shoulder. It always made her giggle.

When she heard Lucius' cruel voice, she looked back at him. He was looking up. Y/n followed his eye line. The Weasley's. Hermione. Harry.

Her brain stopped working, and she froze. The look on Harry's face was pure fury. He was looking between her and Draco rapidly, but it was obvious. They were holding hands, and they had just been giggling together.

Those smiles were long gone. The atmosphere had immediately blackened.

Lucius' threat to Harry made her wince. Harry didn't even look bothered, just furious at her. Betrayed. It physically hurt her, and she gripped Draco's hand.

The Weasley group turned to walk off so did Lucius. Draco pulled Y/n closer to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry. It'll be okay. Harry will calm down." Draco told her. She just hoped it was true. Harry didn't like to be deceived, and she had lied so much. Plus, Draco was never nice to Harry, Hermione and Ron. They probably hated her by association. "My father really shouldn't have said that." He grimaced. That's made her confident in her decision. Draco had changed.

Y/n nodded, trying to choke back the tears welling in her eyes. "Yeah, I know."

Draco stopped in the middle of the bridge. He took her face in his hands. "Hey, I love you." He reminded her before leaning down to kiss her. It was soft and filled her back up with warmth, making the chilling look Harry had sent her go away. She just hoped Harry still loved her.

Y/n tried to put Harry in the back of her mind the rest of the break. She did write him a few letters, but he didn't reply.

~

Harry was too busy to talk to Y/n on the first day of school. She hoped Hermione and Ron weren't giving her the cold shoulder, but they did.

So she spent the welcome feast with Pansy and Daphne. And, of course, her boyfriend.

He confronted her on the second day of school.

Y/n was in the courtyard when Draco and Harry had their quarrel. She always knew Draco was short-tempered, but she couldn't believe the things he was saying to Harry about their mother.

Y/n's shock grew when Harry spat back, knocking Narcissa. He didn't know her like she did. Narcissa had been nothing but kind to Y/n. That was when she knew she couldn't let Harry get away with it.

"Harry!" Y/n yelled, his attention flicked to her. His eyes were even more outraged than they were with Draco.

"What do you want, traitor?" Harry demanded, his voice was angry too.

"You can't say those things about Narcissa," Y/n demanded. Now she knew how mad Draco felt. Her jaw was clenched like her fits. "And, I'm not a traitor. I'm a Slytherin, that wasn't my choice."

Harry rolled his eyes and huffed. "You're sickening. Did you not hear what he said about our mother!?" He lectured her. "I don't know how you could be with someone so vile."

"Draco isn't who you think he is." Y/n defended. Draco loved her. He'd never given up on her like Harry had.

"He hates you!" Harry spat. He was closer to her now, towering over her. She had never seen anyone that mad. "You're not a Potter. You don't belong in our family." He said so lowly it made her shiver.

Harry was so close she thought he was going to hit her. That's when Draco jumped in the middle of the twins, pushing Harry back and shielding Y/n.

"Watch it, Potter." Draco threatened, glaring down at Harry. He was only an inch taller.

Harry scoffed, fists clench, ready for a fight. He looked around Draco, at Y/n. "Mum and Dad would have despised you. You're just like all those other awful Slytherins. I don't understand how you could be with someone as low as Malfoy." His words sat deep in her heart, and he didn't stop them from coming. "You're not a Potter." With that, he left, not looking back.

Y/n immediately burst out in tears. She couldn't stop it. Draco spun around to her, holding her so she wouldn't collapse.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." Draco told her, wrapping her in his arms so tightly. He just held her. "You know they would be proud of you, Y/n. You're so strong and clever." He comforted her, his hands stroking her back.

Y/n shook her head. "No, I'm a Slytherin. They were all brave Gryffindors." She choked out.

"It doesn't matter what house you're in. You're so kind and talented." Draco reassured her. His heart was breaking, seeing his girlfriend in such a bad state. All he wanted to do was stop her from hurting. "I know how important Harry is to you. We can take a break until this all blows over." He reassured her.

Y/n shook her head, clinging to her chest. "No, no, please, Dray." She said as she cried out. "You're the last good thing I have left."

"Baby." He cooed, tracing her cheekbones. "I'll never leave you." He promised.

~

Draco stayed true to his word. He supported her throughout the whole year. Y/n was always worried for Harry. Despite the shunning, he inflicted on her.

It didn't stop with Harry. Y/n lost half of her friends that day. Hermione, the Weasley's and most muggle-borns refused to talk to her. She was always so kind that it troubled her.

Draco took her to the Yule ball, naturally. She saw Harry that night. They even made eye contact, but he didn't comment on her forest green dress. It matched her eyes perfectly, though, and Harry couldn't stop thinking about one photo of his mother he'd seen. They looked so similar.

She spent the Christmas break at the Malfoy's, receiving a sweater from Molly Weasley. That meant the world to her, despite none of them speaking to her.

When they got back to Hogwarts, Y/n figured out how irrelevant she was to Harry. Ron was the one that was taken for the second task. Everyone noticed. Not his own twin, his friend.

Y/n still remained close with Sirius. They wrote letters to each other throughout the year. He knew how worried she was about Harry.

The truth was, Sirius felt bad, James and Lily were his best friends and he knew they'd be disappointed to see the twins split up. Sirius was also worried for Y/n, he knew what it was like being part of the Black family.

He had hatched a few plans to get them to talk, but none worked. Not due to Y/n's lack of trying.

The third task was the worst thing Y/n had been through at Hogwarts. She could feel something bad was happening to Harry. When he came back through the portkey, she saw it. And it was distressing.

Voldermort was reborn, whether everyone believed it or not. Y/n could feel it was true.

~

5th year was exciting.

Y/n celebrated her 15th birthday before it started. This time, they had dinner with her friends. She didn't write to Harry.

Sirius sent her gifts, and he was starting to ask whether Narcissa was okay.

Just after her birthday, in August, Draco Malfoy and Y/n Potter were made prefects. They both read the letters at the breakfast table.

Narcissa was overjoyed for both of them.

At 11am, on the 1st of September, they got on the train to Hogwarts.

The rest of that year went on normally, apart from Umbridge's rules.

Christmas break was a sign that a darker power was brewing. Y/n heard the whispers under the door and she assumed the other side of the war also had meetings.

Y/n was shocked when Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban. After the Umbridge drama died down, they had to sit their O.W.L.s. That was rough.

One terrible day of June was Sirius' last. Y/n cried in Draco's arms for days over the death. She always thought Sirius was the only person who was going to be able to reunite the twins. And now he was gone.

~

Y/n knew something was very wrong during the summer. Draco told her he was a death eater. They cried about it together all night. The weeks following were stressful, and they weren't even back at Hogwarts. The war had started.

Draco and Narcissa kept Y/n hidden from Lucius' guests. O.W.L results were the first good thing that summer.

Y/n's 16th birthday was smaller than her last. Y/n, Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Theo were all hyperaware of the dementor attacks.

That weekend, they visited Diagon Alley with Narcissa. Y/n was at Draco's side the whole time, unfortunately, that meant she had a run-in with Harry and the Weasleys. It was awkward, to say the least. Her own twin still wouldn't acknowledge her.

Draco's task started at the beginning of the year. Y/n was the only one who knew about it, besides Snape.

Then Christmas, with even more death eater meetings. Y/n barely saw Draco. Narcissa had made her promise to take care of him, but it was difficult to get him to eat.

Draco continued his task during the second semester. Y/n knew that Harry knew about Draco. Their twin insight gave him the power to just know things.

It was getting difficult between Y/n and Draco. They didn't talk as honestly as they used to. He wanted to protect her. And she knew he needed to open up.

One day in May, Y/n rushed to see Draco in the hospital wing, concerned about how he could have gotten there. Did something go wrong with the vanishing cabinet?

"Draco!" She cried as she saw him lying on a hospital bed looking pale.

Draco waved at her, a little smile on his face.

"Potter." Snape hissed, looking down at the girl. Y/n didn't care he was there as she wrapped her arms around Draco. Snape was nicer to Y/n this year, which she didn't understand.

From a photo Sirius had given her, she knew she looked more like Lily than ever. She always kept the picture near her. It was the Potter parents holding up their twins, smiling.

"He's fine," Snape told her. "As for your brother, he's going to be in huge trouble." He continued before walking out of the hospital wing.

"What happened?" Y/n demanded, holding Draco's face in her hands. His cheekbones were more prominent now, and his eyes were more overcast.

Draco playfully huffed. "I was, uh, in the bathroom. Potter came in and used the bloody Sectumsempra spell on me." He complained, his eyes now angrier. She couldn't believe Harry would do something like that. But, then again, she didn't really know him.

Y/n noticed the way his voice faded when he talked about where he was. "Why were you in the bathroom?" She knew him well enough to push for an answer."

"Uh, talking." Draco offered an explanation. It wasn't good enough for Y/n to accept.

"To who?" She asked.

Draco groaned, rolling his eyes. He finally gave in. "Fine, I was crying to Moaning Myrtle." He admitted. His cheeks were pink with blush and he looked guilty.

"Dray." Y/n cooed, reaching down to hold his hand. "You can talk to me about anything you need to, any time." She assured him.

Draco nodded, thankfully. "He's going to get detention for the rest of the year." He told her, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

Narcissa was one of the last people Y/n expected to see walk into the Hospital Wing. She was in a black pantsuit.

"Mother." Draco greeted her, trying to move in the bed to get up.

"Stay put, you," Narcissa told him with a smile. She walked right over and hugged Y/n. "Are you okay?" She asked. Y/n just nodded. She knew a storm was brewing, but nothing had happened yet. It was only a matter of time. Then she turned to Draco. "Are you?" She asked him.

Draco already had a witty reply, clearly feeling like himself again. "Aside from my own mother preferring my girlfriend to me." He complained, a faux pout on his face.

Narcissa just rolled her eyes, like mother like son. "I can't help it. You get into too much trouble." She told him with a pointed look.

Draco scoffed. "Wasn't my fault." He complained quietly. The girls just gave him a look he knew too well. "Honestly, what are you doing here?" He asked. When Narcissa widened her eyes, he followed the question up with a statement. "Not that I'm not pleased to see you."

"I've actually come for Y/n." She explained.

Both Y/n and Draco looked at her in shock. "What? Why?" Y/n asked, most concerned.

Narcissa looked to Draco who sighed out an 'oh' and then back to Y/n before speaking. "You know about the cabinet." Y/n nodded. "They need it. The Death Eaters. To get into Hogwarts." That made Y/n worry. They weren't coming in to have dinner.

"You don't know this." Draco started, making Y/n's attention turn to him. "My task is to kill Dumbledore." Y/n's mouth gawked open. She could feel her hands shaking. More than anything, she couldn't believe someone would make a kid do that.

Narcissa grimaced. "It's all about to start." Y/n didn't need to ask what 'it' was. "So I'm taking Y/n away." She told them.

"Wait... for how long?" Draco asked quickly, gripping her hand.

"Draco, you sit in those meetings," Narcissa told him. "You know the plan is for them to take over the Ministry of Magic and persecute muggle-borns." That made Y/n wince. "It's not safe for Y/n to stay at Hogwarts, don't be silly about this." She strictly told him.

Draco sighed but nodded. He knew Narcissa was always right. "Can I still see her?" He asked, now thinking rationally. Y/n didn't like that she didn't have any say in the matter.

"Yes." At least there was that. "No one is going to know where she is apart from Lucius, you and I," Narcissa told them.

"Do I get any say in this?" Y/n finally spat out.

Narcissa turned her attention to Y/n with a pleading look. "You know we have to."

"I've still got a month of school left," Y/n argued.

"I know and I'm sorry we have to do this." Narcissa apologised. "It's all going to happen next month."

"Can't I stay until then?" Y/n asked.

Narcissa shook her head. "I promise you, if I thought you could, I would let you. You're a big part of what you-know-who wants, Harry more, but you must stay far away from this." She told her.

Y/n couldn't not agree. "Alright. We're leaving now?" She asked.

"Yes," Narcissa told her. "All of your things have been packed. Draco can come and see you once it's over." She promised.

Draco wrapped his arms around Y/n as he kissed her. It was one of the things she knew she was going to miss. She also knew it was time to go.

"Bye, I love you," Draco told her, waving from his hospital bed.

"I love you too," Y/n replied before walking out of the wing with Narcissa.

From there, they went out a secret passage, making sure no one saw. Professor Snape knew Y/n had to go, so he was coming up with the cover story.

Narcissa and Y/n finally reached a Slytherin scarf, which took them to a house she'd never been to. "Where are we?" Y/n asked, still holding on to the portkey.

"The South of England," Narcissa told her, making her brows furrow and eyes widen. "It's an old Black family house." She explained, opening the door. It was just as grand as the Manor, smaller, though.

Inside it looked just as gorgeous. All the decor was French country vintage. It screamed old money.

"It's beautiful," Y/n told Narcissa, having a look around the inside. There was so much light streaming into the room with wooden details.

"I'll make some tea. Your room is on the second floor, first door." Narcissa told her. Y/n nodded, walking up the stairs to find the room. It was decorated like royalty belonged there. There was a massive window that looked right out onto the coast.

It was then she realised the house was on a cliff. Y/n hadn't seen it from the angle the entryway was at. But it was spectacular. Lonely.

Y/n could spend her whole life there. She set her bags down and strolled around the room. It was smaller than Draco's was, at the manor. But it was much lighter. Almost the complete opposite of the Malfoy family home.

Once she had finished looking around, she went back downstairs to see Narcissa setting tea up on the coffee table. When she walked into the living room she saw the massive windows, showing the ocean.

"Sit," Narcissa commanded and Y/n did so right away. She poured tea for both of them before also sitting down. They sat in silence for a while, Y/n not knowing what to say. "I can tell you have questions." Narcissa prompted.

"Why is Snape protecting Draco and I?" Y/n asked quickly.

Narcissa sighed before answering. "Do you know what an Unbreakable Vow is?" She asked, and Y/n nodded. "Severus and I made one. He vowed to watch over Draco." Y/n nodded again. That vow must have expended to Y/n.

Y/n suddenly had more questions. "You need a Bonder, right?"

"Yes, Bellatrix was ours," Narcissa replied. Y/n was familiar with Draco's strange aunt. They had never met, out of Bellatrix's loyalty to Voldermort.

"Are you going to stay here with me?" She asked, concerned about being alone.

Narcissa shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can only be here sometimes. The story is you ran away, and no one knows where you are, so I can't be here too much." Y/n didn't know that before. Everyone was going to think she'd left by choice. Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, Theo. Harry, if he cared. She knew none of them were going to be able to know why she was gone.

"Am I safe here?" Y/n asked, now worrying about how she would be safe alone. The tea they were sipping seemed to calm her down.

"Yes, there are charms on the house so no one can get in. But, I'm also giving you this." Narcissa stopped what she was saying and pulled out a necklace. It was a heart-shaped gold locket. Narcissa placed it in her hand. Y/n looked at it. That's when she noticed the initials on it. Draco's and hers.

Y/n thanked her. "That's not it. If you open it like this." Narcissa instructed, opening the heart. Y/n noticed the emerald gemstone. "This stone is a portkey, right to the Manor." So Y/n would be able to get back to the Manor.

"I can't thank you enough, and I don't want to intrude, but I do have a personal question." Y/n was hesitant about what she was going to ask. But she needed to know. "You said before, in the hospital wing, that Mr Malfoy knew where I was staying. And I have a lot of respect for him, so I don't want this to come off badly." Y/n could tell she was rambling. Narcissa could as well, she slid a hand onto Y/n's to calm her down. "Why is it safe for him to know? He's you-know-who's number 2. Eventually, he's going to want me dead." It broke Y/n's heart, she knew it was going to ruin Draco's life. But, his father was going to have to kill her.

"Slow down." Narcissa smiled softly. That comforted Y/n a little. "Do you remember when we met, the summer before the World Cup?" She asked. Y/n nodded in agreement, not sure where it was going. "The night we met you, I knew. I knew Draco was in love with you. And, I knew Voldermort was going to come back and try to kill the Potter twins." Y/n's heart started to race at the mention of her parents' death. "I made Lucius make an unbreakable vow. Snape was the Bonder." Oh, it made sense. Lucius couldn't hurt Y/n, Narcissa had protected her.

She just didn't understand why so she asked. "Why? I mean, I appreciate it more than anything. But you risked your whole marriage." It was true, and Narcissa knew that.

"I've never thought you or Harry should be persecuted. My parents raised me as pureblood supremacists, but killing is wrong." Narcissa told her. Y/n was thankful for her honesty. She filled the place Lily had left, and Petunia hadn't tried to fill. "I love Draco, more than anything in the world. The only thing I've ever wanted is to see him happy. I knew he was happy with you." Y/n understood Narcissa's unconditional love for Draco, she felt the same.

"He's lucky to have you," Y/n mentioned, trying not to think about her parents.

"I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I'm very sorry about your parents," Narcissa told her. Y/n could feel the tears in her eyes.

She let a few of them fall. "Did you, uh, know them?"

"My last two years at Hogwarts, they were there. James was only 11 but he was loud and brave. He would even stand up to me with Sirius." Hearing both their names made Y/n cry more. She was crying for the dad she never knew, and the uncle she only had for a short time. "I noticed you at Hogwarts, I think during second year, and I had deja vu. You looked so similar to Lily. She always wore her hair just like you did." Y/n remembered seeing Narcissa but she didn't remember Narcissa seeing her.

"Would they be disappointed in me?" Y/n couldn't help but ask. Narcissa felt her pain, running deep. She immediately wrapped the girl in a hug, letting her cry.

"No, never for a moment." She confirmed. "I know it's not the same, but I'm proud of you." It wasn't the same, but it meant just as much.

"Thank you." Y/n thanked her again.

"No thanks are necessary. I should go back though." Narcissa stated, looking at her watch.

Y/n nodded, gently opening the necklace so she wouldn't touch the emerald. Narcissa held it, and just like that, she was gone.

Y/n found a good amount of things to do. There were movies and music. She still had some of her textbooks. Plus, exploring the house was fun.

But she did miss Draco. And the rest of her friends. Instead of using an owl, she decided to send letters by muggle post to the Malfoy residence, so Narcissa could send them to Hogwarts.

~

There was a knock on the door a couple of weeks after Y/n moved in.

She peaked out the window before seeing a tuff of blonde hair. It was Draco.

Quickly, she swung the door open, embarrassing him in her arms.

Draco hugged her back, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.

"Dray, I missed you." She cooed, head buried in his shoulder.

"I missed you too, my girl." He replied, pulling her even closer. It was so tight she felt like she couldn't breathe.

When she pulled back, she had a thought. "How did you manage to come? Don't you have classes?"

Draco shook his head. "Quidditch match. It's Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw, so I came here instead." Y/n was very grateful for Quidditch that day.

They only had a few hours before people would notice he was gone. But they baked cookies together while Draco filled her in on everything she'd missed. As well as lots of kissing.

When it came time for him to leave, she was upset. But Draco made her promise not to cry.

~

Draco came back after the battle of the tower. Y/n knew there was something wrong. He didn't grin as wide when he met her at the beach.

There were already tears forming in his eyes, and it was late.

"Dray, talk to me, baby." Y/n pleaded as they lay together on the couch. It was far past midnight. Y/n was on Draco's chest and they were a tangle of limbs. She had her fingers running through his hair.

Draco sighed. "I couldn't do it." He sobbed out. "I couldn't kill him. Snape had to do it. It was so horrible, Y/n." He continued, tears still falling. "My father was so mad. He cares more about appeasing Voldermort than me." Y/n's heart clenched as she heard his words.

"Draco, he loves you." Y/n tried to reassure him.

Draco tried to accept it, but it was difficult. "I'm scared for what's going to happen." He told her.

"Me too," Y/n admitted. "How's it all going to end?" She asked him.

The truth was Draco didn't know. And she knew that. "They're talking over the Manor." He didn't want to be the one telling her the bad news. "They're going to go after anyone and everyone associated with Muggleborns. I'm not going to get to be here much." He hesitantly admitted.

"You've done what they needed you to do, though!" Y/n exclaimed, feeling outraged.

"I know. I'm not sure what they're going to do with me. Father lectured me and I just came here." Draco explained. It reassured her there might be some hope he could spend the summer there. "It'll be okay, Y/n."

She tried to retain that. "Can you come back on my birthday, at least?" Y/n asked.

"Of course, baby." Draco quickly replied. That brought Y/n some relief.

~

Draco was busy a lot of the summer. Despite having completed the task he was given, he was still Lucius's son.

He told Y/n all about how the Manor had been taken over by death eaters. It worried her. She also spent a lot of time worried about Harry. He was the only blood connection she had left in the world, and she had no idea where he was.

Draco came back on her birthday like he promised. He had more flowers than she'd ever seen in her life. That wasn't where the gifts ended. Jewellery, new shoes, perfume and a big cake.

Narcissa made it as well for dinner. She even insisted Draco stay the night.

By nighttime, they were lying in bed together. Draco's arms wrapped around her tightly. As usual, she lay against his chest. Draco stroking her hair.

When she looked up at him, she knew something was wrong. After all their years together, she could read him like a book. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. His voice was a slightly higher pitch. Y/n recognised that as a sign he was hiding something.

"I can tell something bothering you," Y/n explained. "Let me in, Dray." She pleaded.

Draco knew he had to. "I have to leave early tomorrow morning."

Y/n knew that wasn't it. "I need the whole truth." Draco groaned, knowing she knew him better than he knew himself.

"I have to go early so I can be at the takeover of the ministry," Draco revealed to her. "They're going after Scrimgeour because he knows where Harry is." Oh. That wasn't good. Either the minister would give up Harry's location, and her twin brother would be killed. Or, the Ministry of Magic would be run by Death Eaters. Either way, their power was growing. Y/n knew Harry only had a matter of time. Then she would be next.

"So, no one knows where Harry is?" Y/n asked hopefully. Even if he hated her, she would rather he was alive.

Draco shook his head. "He's hunting the Horcruxes, I'd guess. Scrimgeour knows and maybe a few members of the Ministry." That made Y/n relieved, although she wasn't sure how good Harry's survival skills were.

"Am I going to be okay?" Y/n asked, fearing the worst.

Draco took a deep breath as he prepared an answer. "I'm never going to let him get to you, I promise. My Father's vow will make sure he can't either. No one else knows you're here." He reassured her. Y/n just hoped it was true, Draco could read that.

"So you're going back to Hogwarts?" Y/n couldn't help but ask.

Draco nodded. "I think Snape is going to be appointed Headmaster. I'll be safe there." That reassured Y/n to no end. He chuckled slightly, a smile on his face. "We were going to be Head boy and girl." He explained. Y/n's face dropped as she tried not to cry. "Hey, hey, hey." Draco noticed. "It's just the way it happened."

"I know." She nodded. "It just could have been the best year ever."

"When this is all over, we're going to have the best year." He assured her. Y/n tried to hang onto that.

It got difficult the further the year dragged on. Y/n barely saw Draco. She did receive letters about how horrible things had gotten. Hogwarts was gloomier, no one could find Harry, Snape's regime was intense. Y/n was thankful she was away from the whole mess.

Just before Christmas, she found out Luna Lovegood had been kidnapped. Draco had started to detest the cause he was fighting for. He never said so, but she could infer it from what he wrote.

In March, she discovered Harry had been captured. Draco was the one who had to identify him, and he felt horrible about it. He cried on her shoulder, begging her to forgive him when he came to see her. Y/n was never mad at Draco. She was smart enough to know he had to do it. And, deep down, she could feel that Harry was okay.

Draco was in a worse state when they escaped. Not because he wanted Harry to be killed. Because his own aunt had murdered Dobby. While he was taught to hate the house-elves, Dobby was almost his younger sibling.

All Draco could feel was split, unsure of what to do.

Draco told her it was all going to happen on May 1st. The battle of Hogwarts. Y/n spent the whole day riddled with anxiety. She spent a whole 3 days wide awake, waiting for news.

She felt a cursing pain through her head at some point on the 2nd of May. Then the visions started, of Harry and Dumbledore at a train station. She realised she was seeing inside Harry's vision. When he made the choice to return to his body, Y/n knew everything would be alright.

Y/n anxious sat on the couch until 3 people appeared. It was only the early hours of the morning. She immediately ran to Draco wrapping her arms around him. He was unkempt, and his hair was a mess. He hugged her back, pulling her into his chest. She had never seen him looking as disturbed.

"What happened?" Y/n asked, turning to give Narcissa a hug. Much to her surprise, Lucius shook her hand. It was the first time they'd ever done something like that.

"We left," Lucius told her. That was also the first time he'd ever properly talked to her. She didn't understand.

They explained it all to her. How Harry sacrificed himself, how he died, more importantly how Narcissa discovered he was alive. Y/n hung on every word as Narcissa told her how she had lied to Voldermort. She also told Y/n Harry asked if she was still alive. Harry still cared about her.

By that point Draco, Narcissa and Y/n were all crying.

The sun had just started rising when Y/n realised it.

Suddenly, she had a massive headache. The kind she knew Harry used to have. And she knew what it meant.

"Voldermort's dead," Y/n announced, causing all of their eyes to widen. "I just know. I can feel it. Harry killed him." She felt more connected to Harry than she had in years, but she knew.

There were no words any of them said as they hugged. She could feel her head beating rapidly, the same as Draco's.

"Who died?" Y/n finally asked the question she was terrified to ask. Harry was the only one she knew was alive from the good side.

"Bellatrix." Narcissa sobbed out, Lucius immediately pulling her into a hug. It was one of the first times Y/n had seen them acting so intimately.

Draco continued giving Y/n the list. Every second felt like an hour as she hoped none of her friends died. "Fred Weasley." She could only think about the heartbreak that would have caused her brother and his friends. "Snape too." Draco let a few tears fall and Y/n rushed to wipe them. "Lupin and Tonks." Lupin was the last person alive who really knew her parents. Now her chances of knowing about them were over. "There were a lot of others too but everyone else we are close to is okay."

"Good." Y/n nodded before wrapping him in a hug. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Both couples holding each other, all feeling extremely grateful.

"We should go back home," Narcissa told them, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We'll have breakfast." She promised.

Draco enthusiastically nodded. "I'm starving." He mentioned.

Narcissa reached out to grab his hand. "You haven't eaten in days."

Y/n quickly turned her attention to Draco. "Dray." She told him, hitting his arm. "You can't do that."

"I won't, ever again." He promised, his hand wrapping around her waist. "As long as you're there to cook for me." He cheekily quipped, looking at Y/n with a grin. It was the first one she had seen in a while.

Narcissa and Lucius both laughed at the younger couple who reminded them of themselves. "You're dreaming," Y/n replied, bumping into his shoulder. Y/n opened her necklace.

Narcissa, Draco, Lucius and Y/n all touched the emerald. Just like that, they arrived in the Manor living room. It was like Y/n remembered, still as dark. She did feel better about being there, knowing no death eaters were trying to kill her brother.

Over pancakes, they laughed and talked. The world finally felt peaceful again. It was the first time Y/n had been happy in weeks.

An owl knocked at the window, around midday and Y/n took the two letters out of its mouth.

"Dray." She told him, handing his one over to him. "It's from Hogwarts." She told Narcissa and Lucius. They both opened their letters and read them. "In June, they're having an end of year feast," Y/n explained.

"So, we've got a month off school?" Draco looked thrilled by the news.

Narcissa chuckled. "What does it say about your exams?" She asked.

Draco read further down. "Mine says my grades from last year will be considered my grades for this year and I can become an Aurora. Or I can go back to Hogwarts." There was hopefulness in his voice Y/n had missed.

"Draco!" Narcissa cheered, jumping up to hug him. "Congratulations."

"Mine says the same." Y/n realised. "But how is that possible?" She asked, looking at Narcissa.

"I'm not sure." The woman replied, looking just as confused.

"I may have a few words with the acting Ministry when Voldermort was in charge," Lucius reported. All 3 of them were shocked by the confession.

Y/n was overcome with appreciation. "Thank you, sir."

"Please, Lucius is fine." That surprised Y/n but it was nice to hear he might not have hated her as much as she thought. It was the first time Y/n had seen a smile on his face. "What are you two planning on doing with your time off?" He asked the younger couple.

Draco and Y/n met each other's eyes, they hadn't thought about it. "What are we meant to do?" Draco asked.

"The house on the cliff is empty, if you want to spend more time there, Y/n," Narcissa mentioned. Draco grinned widely, nodding his head. He accepted the offer. "Slow down, Y/n?" Narcissa asked, turning her attention to Y/n.

"Yes, I'd love to. Thank you." Y/n affirmed her boyfriend's acceptance.

"When can we go?" Draco asked.

Lucius chuckled. "You don't want to spend time with your parents, son?" He joked. Another first. "You're going of age now, Draco. Y/n too. I think you've both earned the privilege of being treated like adults." He told them.

"You have to be back for your birthday, Draco. We're going to throw a party." Narcissa instructed, raising her eyebrows at him.

"So I'm not an adult?" Draco quipped back.

Narcissa turned to Y/n. "Will you make sure he comes back?" Y/n nodded. "Then you are both free to leave after I get a hug." She informed them, opening her arms up. Draco hugged her first, standing much taller than her.

Then he left to get his stuff. Lucius followed him up the stairs. Y/n walked over to Narcissa, embracing her.

"Thank you, for everything." Y/n mentioned in her arms.

"It's never a problem, sweetness," Narcissa replied, kissing the girl on the forehead.

~

Y/n and Draco took a different portkey to the house. Both of them were buzzing to have a month together after being apart for so long. They finally felt free and independent.

For a few weeks, they just hung out, reacquainting with each other. They spent time in London, seeing muggle sights and shopping. As well as the small, nearby muggle town. It had the cutest cafe.

Draco and Y/n also hung out with Pansy, Theo and Blaise again. They were all thrilled to see her. She explained the whole situation to them and they completely understood.

Between them, it was like no time was lost.

One summer evening, Draco had insisted on cooking Y/n dinner. He explained it was a date. She was to dress up nice like they were going out. Draco was in a full black suit, matching Y/n's sparkling black dress.

He even set the outdoor table, making Y/n sit there and wait for him to bring out dinner.

It was a pasta dish. The same one Narcissa had made the first time Y/n met the Malfoy family.

"Thank you, Dray," Y/n said as they sat, looking out at the view. The sun was just setting and the whole sky was painted pinks and oranges. In the distance, there was the sound of waves breaking on the cliff.

Draco looked nervous, she hadn't seen him like that for a long time. "Uh, I had a question for you." He stuttered out, cheeks turning pink.

Y/n sent him a soft smile, trying to help him calm down. His nerves were worrying her. What could he possibly ask her? Y/n knew exactly what was about to happen when Draco slid off his chair and down onto one knee. Her hands immediately came over her mouth. Tears were already pricking her eyes. He reached into his back pocket, producing a green velvet box.

"I've, uh, I've thought about doing this for a really long time. When we first met I knew you were the one who was always going to hold a special part of my heart. It was everything about you. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you." Y/n was full-on sobbing at Draco's words. They were the sweetest thing anyone had ever said. "I knew from when I met you that I'd always love you. But I had no idea you'd bear to be around me for long enough. I was kind of insufferable." Y/n and Draco both chuckled. "I'm so grateful I even got the chance to know someone as clever, kind, funny and ambitious as you. Once I'd asked you out, I knew I needed you to be mine forever." Draco let a few tears out, stopping to wipe them. "I've done a lot of stupid things, hurt a lot of people and you're far too good for me, I know that. But, I swear, I'm going to spend every day making it up however I can. I'm going to spend every day making it up to you too. If you let me. I think I knew you before I understood myself. You truly are my best friend and the most important person to me in the world." Neither of them could stop the uncontrollable tears they let out. "So, uh, I've got to ask now. Y/n Potter, will you do me the honours of marrying me?" Draco opened the ring box, revealing a huge diamond ring. It looked vintage and the prettiest thing Y/n had ever seen.

Y/n wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks, leaning down to do that same to Draco. "Yes, Draco. A million times yes." He was grinning as wide as she'd ever seen as he slipped the ring on her finger.

He stood up, holding her face in his hands. "I love you." He told her, leaning down to kiss her gently.

"I love you too," Y/n replied, eyes closed with her forehead intimately pressed against Draco's. When she moved her eyes she looked down at the ring. "It's so beautiful, Dray."

Draco nodded before explaining the story. "It's, um, a Black family heirloom. If Mum, Aunt Bella or Aunt Andromeda were boys, they would have gotten it. Luckily for me, it skipped a generation."

"It's stunning." Y/n leant back up to place a kiss on his lips. "Now, what have you cooked for dessert?" She asked, giggling lightly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Your favourite, of course, but only because you said yes." He revelled.

~

Y/n woke Draco up on his birthday with an assortment of gifts. After they ate breakfast and unwrapped presents, they went to the Manor.

Y/n knocked on the door happily. Draco's left hand entwined with her right one. Narcissa swung it open and embarrassed Y/n in an enthusiastic hug. She quickly grabbed Y/n's left hand, looking at the ring.

"I knew it would look perfect on you," Narcissa mentioned, tracing over the ring. Y/n grinned at her.

"It is perfect," Y/n said, grinning at Draco.

"You're perfect." Draco simply replied. Narcissa chuckled at the two of them. "Can I have my hug?" He asked Narcissa.

Narcissa dropped Y/n's hand hesitantly to pull him in. "18 but you're still acting like a petulant child." She joked making Draco pull a face of mock offence. "Happy birthday, Draco."

"Are you keeping them in here, Sissy?" Lucius asked, walking around the corner. Narcissa rolled her eyes at him. "Happy birthday, son." He said, wrapping Draco in a hug. "Y/n." Lucius turned to her.

"Mr Malfoy." Y/n greeted. She thought she was in trouble when he raised his eyebrows and shot her a pointed look. The smile on his lips assured her she wasn't about to be told off. "Lucius." She corrected herself.

Y/n held out a hand to shake his but he shook his head, opening his arms. "You're my future daughter-in-law, come here." He insisted, and Y/n hugged him, trying to avoid showing her shock.

After they had lunch and Draco opened more presents, Pansy, Daphne, Theo, Blaise, other friends and several Malfoy and Black family members came over. It was a phenomenal party.

Pansy raced right over to Y/n, flinging her arms around the girl.

"Hi Pansy, it's actually my birthday." Draco sarcastically greeted her.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Happy birthday, you big baby." She said, giving him a hug too. "I'm sorry I missed my best friend." Draco faked offence.

Theo, Blaise and Daphne all came to hug the couple as well. Neither Y/n nor Draco had realised they didn't know about the engagement.

They all quickly got flutes of champagne, raising them to toast each Draco.

That's when Pansy saw it. "Oh, Merlin. Is that an engagement ring!?" Pansy shouted, grabbing Y/n's left hand.

Both Y/n and Draco awkwardly laughed. "Yes," Y/n confirmed as Pansy admired the ring, showing Y/n's hand to Daphne and the boys.

"That's not just any ring. That's a Black Family ring." Blaise noticed.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "How did you know that?" She asked, looking back at Draco.

He was blushing pink. "Loverboy, here, has been talking about giving it to you since 1st year," Theo informed Y/n. "He wouldn't shut up about it most nights." Her eyes widened as she looked at a red-faced Draco.

"You never told me that," Y/n mentioned, nudging his chest. Draco groaned, wrapping his arm around Y/n's waist.

"Because it's really embarrassing." Draco quietly stated.

Daphne pattered Draco's arm. "Y/n used to talk about you in her sleep." Daphne declared. That made Y/n's cheeks heat. Draco and the rest of the friend group burst out laughing.

~

It was finally the day of the final Hogwarts feast. Y/n didn't ever think, at 11 years old, it was going to end like this. In 7 years, she had learnt so much more than most people learnt in their lifetime.

"Pans, Blaise." Y/n opened the door of the Black's seaside house to invite Pansy and Blaise in.

Pansy and Blaise were both dressed in formal clothing as they hugged Y/n. She was wearing a deep green dress that matched Draco's suit's tie.

"You look lovely." Pansy complimented her.

"Pansy, look at you!" Y/n returned the compliment, instructing Pansy to do a spin of her silver dress.

"Are we ready to go?" Draco asked, walking down the stairs. He was in a full black suit aside from his green tie. He bro-hugged Blaise and gave Pansy a hug before wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist.

Y/n nodded. "Let's do it."

Y/n hadn't seen how destructed Hogwarts was, but it now looked just like when she left. She couldn't help but feel sad at the tragedy that had occurred a month ago.

"It's odd being back," Pansy spoke what they were all thinking. Everyone gave her a nod of agreement.

The two couples walked into the great hall, hand in hand. Everyone was surprised to see Y/n. They still had no explanation for why she was gone.

Naturally, Y/n's eyes met her brother. She noticed how faded his lightning-bold scar looked. But she didn't go over to him, she just went to her house table.

McGonagall spoke, about the losses they had faced and how good always won in the end. Her speech was inspiring. Everyone was still distraught about the battle, it was evident on their faces.

They ate, laughing at their tables as the sky fell dark. Y/n had missed being at Hogwarts, it was like home to her. The couple finally made their way through the castle to go home when it was late.

"Y/n!" That was a voice she hadn't expected to hear. She hadn't heard him say her name in years. Harry. His voice was much deeper now.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, quickly turned around to look at him. She still looked like she remembered. "Hi." She greeted him, awkwardly rocking on her feet.

"I'll give you a moment," Draco mentioned, unlacing his hand with Y/n's and walking off.

Now, neither of them knew what to say. They were family but so disconnected.

"How are you?" Harry finally asked.

Y/n softly smiled. "I'm alright. And you?"

"Good." Harry stuttered. Silence fell again. "I'm so sorry." He blurted out. "I never should have said the things I did in 4th year. I was so angry about what Malfoy was saying and I couldn't believe it."

Y/n nodded. "I know, Harry, you don't need to explain it or be sorry."

"No, I do. I shouldn't have refused to talk to you for 3 years. It was childish and hurt you." Harry insisted. It made Y/n feel like the weight was off her shoulders. A weight she had been hauling for years. "I looked for you when I left Hogwarts for a whole year."

That was new information but it warmed Y/n's heart. "Harry, I had no idea." She replied, tears swelling in her eyes. "Narcissa told me you asked about me."

"I felt the worst I had ever felt. I was immature, and mum and dad would have been disappointed." Harry admitted.

Y/n shook her head, finally letting the tears fall at the thought of her parents. "Harry, no, please. They would be so proud of you for everything. I'm so sorry about everything I said as well. I just need to know if you hate me." She begged, looking into his matching eyes.

"I never hated you, not for a minute. I was mad but I was also stupid and prejudice." Harry told her, finally allowing her to relax. Y/n pulled him in for a hug without thinking about it. "I missed you so much." Harry was sobbing too, hot tears on Y/n's back.

"I missed you too. Ron and Hermione and the Weasley's too." Y/n told him, pulling back. "Would you maybe want to hang out sometime. Talk?"

Harry couldn't nod quick enough. "Yes, please. I'd really like that. We've missed a lot of time."

Y/n pulled him back in for another hug. It was like the two puzzle pieces were finally together. The part of her heart that was missing was now filled.

"Is your scar okay?" Y/n asked, running her left forefinger over Harry's forehead.

Harry nodded, glancing up at her finger. He noticed the ring. Harry grabbed Y/n's hand, examining it in front of her. "Oh my." He exclaimed.

"Please don't be mad." Y/n winced, breath shortening.

"No, not at all," Harry told her. "I just want to be a part of your life. Draco's as well." He told her honestly. Y/n had never felt better than she did right then.

"Thank you," Y/n told him. "Are you with Ginny?" She couldn't help but ask.

Harry smiled as he nodded. "Yeah. This ring is phenomenal though." Harry mentioned, smiling as he met Y/n's eyes.

"I know." Y/n agreed a giddy smile on her face.

Today just might have been the best day of her life. She had a twin brother she spoke to and an amazing fiancee. Life was perfect.

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Guardian post-Canon Headcanons Not Even The Regent Can Ruin*

*everyone in this show is alive and well and you can’t tell me otherwise, THEY ARE FINE

1.) Zhao Yunlan was once asked to give a speech at a banquet (Minister Guo kindly/naively invited him to do so) and while he was gesturing for Shen Wei to join him at the microphone (not going to happen), Yunlan accidentally flung the contents of his wine glass in Minister Guo’s face. Zhao Xinci and Chu Shuzhi, trapped at the same table, scoffed loudly and simultaneously. Neither of them have recovered from this moment.

2.) Zhu Hong and Ye Zun have formed an unlikely alliance. Not a friendship, they both insist. It’s just that Zhu Hong was struggling with some Snake Tribe asshole relatives who keep trying to subtly undermine her, and Ye Zun took that personally with all the righteous outrage of someone who used to undermine his own family but was sooo much better at it, really it’s embarrassing to see Zhu Hong getting bullied by these amateurs, he couldn’t just watch—

3.) Ye Zun and Shen Wei struggled to find something in common to do together that doesn’t involve their displaced lives and familial relationship—they have a couple of false starts involving cooking (gege will be doing that for them going forward, Ye Zun decides, it takes too long and it’s boring) and going for walks (students keep recognizing and coming up to Shen Wei and it makes Ye Zun first socially anxious, then envious, then territorial), but finally Zhao Yunlan has the idea to get Ye Zun his library card. They go several times a week—the twins prefer to curl up with books on beanbags Ye Zun “borrows” from the teen section (Shen Wei had to be convinced to sit on a bean bag, a conversation Zhao Yunlan would have paid serious money to see) hidden behind stacks of books where it’s quiet and calm and they can explore their own interests while still being close to each other.

4.) Lin Jing once convinced Shen Wei to let him test his self-defense reflexes without active power usage, curious whether Dixingrens had faster reflexes than Haixingren in stressful situations. Shen Wei agreed, because science! and learning! Unfortunately, Zhao Yunlan walked in just as Lin Jing was enthusiastically swinging a bat at Shen Wei’s head. Despite both of their protests that I was dodging it easily, A-Lan and it wouldn’t have hurt him, Boss, it was literally plastic, Zhao Yunlan actually followed through on canceling Lin Jing’s bonus for the month.

5.) Ye Zun and Zhao Yunlan love Game of Thrones. Zhao Yunlan claims himself as a member of House Stark, he keeps trying to coax Da Qing into appreciating the dire wolves. Ye Zun bought a Lannister mug at first, loving the scheming while kind of unaware of any of the family dynamics, which is why it took a while for him to figure out the incestuous twin thing. Yunlan both gleefully enjoyed and was kinda traumatized by that days’s epiphany. Ye Zun now considers himself a Targaryen (Zhao Yunlan hasn’t had the heart to point out the incest stuff in that family). Shen Wei tried to watch it with them but kept getting disheartened at the backstabbing and political intrigue halfway through the first episode (Zhao Yunlan and Ye Zun made a silent decision together not to bring up the Lannister thing) so that’s more of an A-Lan and Didi activity now, and he’s secretly so excited that the two people he loves most are able to sit and yell advice and criticism at the screen together.

6.) The university insisted Shen Wei get a counseling mental health assessment before returning full time, due to his “ordeal”—except Shen Wei got confused using the online booking and somehow accidentally signed up for weekly appointments that he felt it would be rude to cancel. He’s now going to therapy regularly and it’s been good for him. He and his therapist are working on his perceptions of relationships to self and others.

7.) Zhao Yunlan doesn’t give Shen Wei jewelry for their first official anniversary as a couple—his excuse is that Shen Wei is so beautiful that any ornament would be disgraced by proximity (which is true) but really it’s because after Shen Wei lost the jade necklace during the big Dixing battle, Zhao Yunlan privately vowed (clutching Shen Wei’s cold hand in the hospital) that the next thing Shen Wei would wear around his neck would be a ring. He has one ready, he’s just waiting for the anniversary of their first meeting on the campus. Chi Shuzhi was initially reluctant to assist him at the jewelry store in choosing something appropriate for Shen Wei’s tastes and background, until he decided to consider it an honor to choose any part of the Envoy’s regular attire, Zhao Yunlan’s influence notwithstanding.

8.) Zhao Xinci and Ye Zun have been in the same room exactly once. The only thing they managed to agree on was that they should never be in the same room again.

9.) Ye Zun spent the first week at Shen Wei’s apartment curled up under a table. Da Qing eventually hung a blanket over the table because he understands, as a cat, that even his human’s former nemesis should get to have some space to lick his wounds and recover some dignity.

10.) Ye Zun pulls a knife on a drunk guy who loudly starts an argument about Dixingren with an uncomfortable Shen Wei at a party. Shen Wei is horrified by the situation in general but mostly worried about the strange blend of desperate panic in his brother’s eyes. He doesn’t quite put it together that this aggressive jerk bears an unfortunate resemblance to the rebel chief who ruined their life 10,000 years ago. Zhao Yunlan realizes he should be mad about the paperwork and bureaucratic nightmare this causes, but he accidentally buys Ye Zun’s favorite foods for breakfast the next day instead. They exchange one (1) glance of understanding.

Bonus:

One of Ye Zun’s former lackeys came after him—this is the only time Shen Wei and Ye Zun have both knowingly dressed completely identically, to keep Ye Zun safe by dividing attention and confusing the guy. Zhao Yunlan hated this week of twinning with a passion because a.) Shen Wei was putting himself in danger, b.) it was weird enough having the twin fantasy when Ye Zun was a bad guy, and c.) whenever Shen Wei and Ye Zun are side by side near Zhao Yunlan, Ye Zun keeps staring at him and murmuring “Come Play With Us” in a high voice

[goffilolo]

Black Clover thoughts - devil edition

Quick! Black Clover is coming back from hiatus soon and I need to share my silly thoughts about the devil lore before Tabata ruins it. Some of it is vaguely based of demonology, and some it is just my usual brain rot.

I got so much shit to say about Beelzebub. First of all I need to know what that bitch actually looks like, because how else am I supposed to draw him as anything other than his shadow form or the gremlin form? C’mon Tabata, don’t be shy babygirl, show me the face of the devil that was subscribed to Zenon’s gay depression for the past 20 years or so.

Also regarding Beelzebub, I came up with this whole running joke about how he invented Christianity, which originally started off as an MLM that was ran by him and a human he was contracted to named Jesus. Basically long story short after Jesus’ death he ended up possessing his corpse for a few days, which is how the crazy rumors have started and the ‘apostles’ which really was just Jesus’ downline (minus Judas who was the only one to realize he was being scammed) ended up spreading the news further and over time it spiraled into a religion. I choose to accept it as canon in my heart because I find the idea of a whole religion being accidentally invented by a devil to be hilarious and if I incorporate it into my AUs it means that Astaroth has to grin and bear Orsi and Lily’s good natured offers to baptize his kids, while choosing NOT to tell them that their entire faith is a result of a devil scam.

I don’t have that much to say about Megicula as of yet, other than my personal belief that since in canon she ended up taking Astaroth’s place during the Qlipoth she could’ve been his student/successor back in the underworld. I’m imagining full on ‘crazy disgraced mana theory professor and his sidekick that thinks her superior should probably be institutionalized, but is also writing down everything he says’ vibe. Add in to the fact that Megicula canonically shows no understanding of significance on interpersonal connections and her fascination with things that strike her interest seems rather cold and calculating, and all I’m picturing is this devil critter with a clipboard aggressively writing down stuff while muttering ‘interesting’ at the most boring and benign things about humanity and human realm in general, and I’m saying this specifically within the context of my Peanut Gallery AU.

Adrammelech’s lazy ass during the entire Qlipoth? Iconic. We know nothing about him yet we stan for the personality alone. According to demonology he’s in charge of Satan’s wardrobe, so the idea of him being like a royal stylist? Spectacular, no wonder he acts the way he does with Lucifero. Peak troll behavior.  Also, is that the reason why Lucifero looked the way he did at Qlipoth? Did Adrammelech roll up with some clothes on a hanger and say ‘today we’re doing a maxi skirt and tits out kind of look, people are gonna love this’? And Lucifero just went with it? I demand answers Tabata!

Speaking of the bitch himself! I sincerely believe that Lucifero is shit at what he does. I mean like Augustus level of incompetence. Silv and I had this running joke that the reason underworld is such a shit place to begin with is because Lucifero is very bad at managing it and that the lower rings of the underworld are their equivalent of forsaken realm, but worse,which explains why Liebe’s life there was so terrible before he got yeeted at the hellgates. Lucifero is the single most disliked political figure there but everyone is too scared to say it out loud because of his power. And all the other supreme devils in their political cabinet just have to put up with his ass.

And finally, for the honorary mention in this post - good old Lucifugus. According to demonology this guy is like the prime minister of hell, meaning that Lucifero just pushes all of his paperwork onto him. This man has not had a vacation in at least 5 centuries and he won’t have it for another 5. He hates his job, he wants to retire, he could sign Lucifero’s paperwork in fuckin crayon and his shitty king would be none the wiser because he does fuck all. No wonder he murdered Nacht’s family and all the other people at the ritual. He was probably pissed off at being summoned while he was in the middle of doing Lucifero’s work for him.

[good-writer-fics]

The Menacing Secret (Jennie Kim x Fem! Reader)

Summary: Lee Y/N, a 23 year old college student was off to interview the owners of the mysterious mansion; family sisters Kim, for her documentary film. In order to pass her finals, she must finish doing the assigned task for her. Unbeknownst to her, she made a mark on them that made the sisters go insane, especially to Jennie Kim.

(Blackpink x female reader | Jennie Kim x female reader)

•Prologue•

The dark ambience of the mansion and the freezing atmosphere did nothing but to fuel the rising terror inside her chest. Y/N found herself trapped within the mansion, she couldn't escape now. All she did for the past few hours was running, she felt like a prey. Her entire body was shivering to death probably because of the deep cut that was inflicted in her arm.

Tightening her grip around the flashlight she had been carrying since they started chasing her, Y/N could only flutter her eyes close and pray while she hides inside in one of the many guest rooms of the mansion. She never prayed so hard before, never in her life she did this but right now she needed help.

She needed a miracle to be saved.

It did not help the fact that they turned the lights off everywhere inside, leaving her blind and the only thing that made her see was the flashlight she had been carrying.

A shuddering exhale of breath escape past her lips as she slowly moved away from the door. The wooden floor beneath her feet creaking just in time she heard faint footsteps outside, accompanied by the loud music being played downstairs to the living room.

~Everybody loves somebody sometime

Everybody falls in love somehow~

Y/N swallowed thickly as she felt herself slowly weakening. Her blood was tickling down until it reached the end of her fingertips, leaving trails of blood on the floor.

She knew she wouldn't make it out alive. They wouldn't let her live, but Y/N refused to die without giving a fight. Even if she already knows her fate, she wanted to be strong just for the last time. This game of hide and seek they have been playing had already have its winner.

~Something in your kiss just told me

That sometime is now~

Y/N was not stupid enough to know this.

She stood no chance against them, but she wanted to give it a try.

Her eyes then slowly cascade to her bleeding arm.

She was losing too much blood.

"I can smell your delicious blood our little rabbit."

The alluring voice echoed outside the dark hallway making her shiver in fear. Y/N gripped the flashlight in her hand as she continued to back away until her back was pressed up against the wall.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Everybody finds somebody someplace...there's no telling where love may appear."

The familiar voice sang the song that was being played in the faint background, it was soothing to her ears yet venomous at the same time.

How could they do this to her? How could they? Y/N treated them like her own sisters, she even loved one of them. How could she betray her just like that? She trusted her, she gave her trust to the siblings.

~Everybody loves somebody sometime

And though my dreams were overdue

Your love made it all worth waiting

For someone like you~

The faint music in the background made her heart clench for it reminded her of someone. She didn't notice the tears falling from her eyes while sobbing quietly, she couldn't believe she will die like this.

Out of nowhere, three tentative delicate knock brought her back to the reality she was in.

Y/N's body tensed up once the door creaked open, revealing those slender fingers with black polished nails until the door was widely open before her.

Her breath hitched, her body quivered as if it was the only thing she could do.

There before her standing was a beautiful young woman smirking in her direction. Y/N watched as those elegant feet took small steps inside the dark room, invading her temporary safe haven. Her long shiny hair, it was a perfect color of platinum blonde and her dress looked like it was made from the feathers of crows.

The other girl bit her lip as she raked her eyes over her body.

"R-Rosie..." Y/N muttered quietly as her eyes intently watch her every move, she was looking at her like she was her prey, "W-why are you guys doing this? W-Where's Jennie?"

"Aww you're sweet you remembered my nickname." Rosé giggled looking everywhere but Y/N, "And you are still thinking about her even though she betrayed you?" The other girl shook her head before letting out a soft chuckle; she then let out a fake gasp as her hand went to cover her lips, "Oh dear you ruined your suit." She frowned, "You shouldn't have ruined that, you look handsome and beautiful in that attire."

Y/N ignored the rest of what she was saying instead her mind couldn't stop thinking about Jennie.

Hearing such a statement from Rosé telling that Jennie betrayed her threatened to pull her heart apart once more. She clenched her hands unknowingly.

"T-This is ridiculous." Y/N equipped while swallowing hard; her throat felt like desert, "I-I trusted all of you...and now you are going to kill me."

"Not yet dear." Rosé smiled, showcasing her perfectly set of teeth and in instant it faltered - now replaced by menacing smirk.

A gasp left past Y/N's mouth when suddenly like a gust of wind, Rosé disappeared from where she was standing only to come face to face in front of Y/N; her hand then went down to grip her bleeding arm.

Rosé watched in pleasure as Y/N's face shift into an agonizing torment while she slowly brought up her arm to inhale the scent of blood that was trailing down on her fingertips, she licks her lips.

"You smell amazing." She whispered in the most sensual way while leaning in closer to the other girl's ear, purposely letting her tongue glide across the shell of Y/N's ear, "No wonder why Jennie's gone insane about you."

Y/N clenched her jaw hard enough that she could hear her teeth grinding. She watched with her eyes widening as Rosé pulled away from her only to graze her velvet tongue through her clothed gash, eyes fluttering close.

Fighting back the pain, Y/N, seeing the distracted look upon Rosé's face took this as her opportunity to escape. Without thinking properly, she brought up her other hand and forcefully smashed the flashlight right into the blonde's head only to feel her heart stopped when it didn't budge her, she ended up gaping at her.

Rosé let out a disappointed sigh before letting go of her arm.

She opened her eyes and gave her the most threatening glare that made Y/N's blood run cold.

"You are a bad girl." She let out a laugh before shaking her head, eyes focusing on Y/N again, "And bad girls needs to be punished."

And with that, Y/N choked on air when Rosé's hand came to squeeze her throat before throwing her body outside the guest room.

Her entire body smashed against the wall; almost destroying everything around her because of how much strength Rosé used to throw her like she was nothing.

Y/N breathed in heavily as she felt her body fall to the ground, her back was severely injured now, she could sense it.

Another footsteps approached next to her and the next thing Y/N heard was Lisa's voice.

"Really Rosie? Throwing our guest like a piece of shit?"

Y/N couldn't hear them properly anymore as her vision began to blur. Her head was pounding painfully and her back probably had some bruises by now.

She closed her eyes for a while and felt Lisa lifting her off the ground while she argued with Rosé and they brought Y/N to the living room where Jisoo was waiting.

Y/N wanted to open her eyes and clearly see what was happening around her. As they finally got into the living room, the lights from the ceiling greeted her face making her groan in response.

Lisa throws her body on the couch while Y/N laid there limply. Though through her eyes, she caught the sight of Jisoo sitting elegantly on a plastered silky velvet couch while gazing upon her. Next to her feet was someone in particular that she dearly cared about.

"Don't touch her!"

"Shut up."

Y/N slowly sat up while letting out a groan. Her entire body was aching, she could die any minute now. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a clear view of her surroundings but because of the deep gash on her arm, and the way Rosé threw her from the other side turned her frail.

Her skin and lips began to look pale.

Y/N rests her head against the soft cushion while her eyes are fluttering close. She could only listen and do nothing.

"You should give me one valid reason to let her live."

"She don't deserve to live anymore Jisoo."

"SHUT UP ROSÉ! DON'T TOUCH HER!"

"You brought her here Jennie. That could only mean she's ours now."

"She's mine! She's not for you or Jisoo even Rosé! I didn't bring her here to consume her blood! She's important to me so step away or else - "

"Or else what?" Lisa quipped before letting out a dry laugh, "You're weak Jennie, you're not like any of us. You're a disgrace in this family. Animal blood will serve you no good." Lisa growled before she turned to face Y/N.

She walked around the couch and stood behind Y/N's head.

Grabbing her hair as she tilted the latter's head slightly to the side, she gave Jennie a smirk.

"One last death kiss and one last goodbye before we devour her blood." Lisa leaned in closer to the other girl's neck, giving it a gentle kiss.

When Jennie attempted to stand up and launched forward to Lisa, Rosé grabbed Jennie's arm and pushed her down the ground, breaking the floor with effortless force.

Jennie let out growl before her eyes slowly went wide seeing Lisa's teeth are ready to sink into her lover's neck.

"No! Please no!"

"J-Jennie..."

Y/N reached out for her hand, but it was too late.

Lisa had already inflicted her teeth beneath the layer of her skin as her eyes turned blood red.

[narrators-journal]

Initial inquiry

cw: Stalking, masturbation, Illumi bugs you, think that’s about it! Enjoy the part

Previous part: here

First part: here

With the most necessary information under his belt and no jobs yet, Illumi went to your home and set about watching you. From what he'd found out and what his brother had told him, you didn't have a boyfriend or partner, although you had been on a date the night he'd run into you, so he couldn't be entirely sure of your relationship status just yet. For the first few days of surveillance, Illumi stayed in a tree in your front yard where he couldn't be seen, simply learning how often you left your home and who all came to visit, which wasn't a lot. Then, he moved closer to your home and watched you through the windows for a few more nights, being extra careful to not be seen.

Some part of him was relieved to find you didn't get up to anything, no visitors came, no parties were held, the most risque thing he saw you do was walk around your home in nothing but a thigh length (f/c) robe. He could easily break you of that bad habit.

Finally, after about two weeks of watching you, the tall man was confident in your reclusive life style. The most social he'd seen you since the party was when your friend, someone named (f/n), came over for a night or two, but they were a college student, only around for the weekend, so he wasn't worried. All he had to do was wait for Tuesday night to slip into your home when the place was dark and quiet.

Carefully, Illumi maneuvered through the window of your back room, expertly avoiding any obstacles or noisy foot holds as he slipped into your home. From there, it was simply a task of being careful as he slithered through your home, placing listening devices and covert cameras that would allow him or his brother to watch you while on jobs or at the estate. He also was sure to find your favorite, most worn accessory and bug it with a spy cam and listening device, just to ensure he could keep track of you even if you did leave your home. With the bugs placed, Illumi decided to simply look around. Your home was a mess, littered with clothes and garbage from snacks and drinks you'd had, little tools for your hobby, stuff like that. What a slob he thought as he examined a pair of boots that surely weren't yours stationed by the door with a hum. I didn't see anyone aside from that friend come by in the two weeks I've been here, surely she's not in a relationship serious enough to have work boots left here. He thought, but despite the assurance, the sight of them still bothered him. Not only was it a strike to his pride as a thorough, observant assassin, but it just...bothered him to see a potential man's shoes amongst the collection of slippers and shoes you had.

He brushed the feeling away though. If there was a romantic partner he somehow didn't know about, he'd just kill them, simple as that. contemplation for why he was so certain with that decision would have to wait for later, for now, he continued his exploration. After all, if you really did have a man in your life, surely there'd be more evidence. However, after checking your laundry, the few pictures he could find of you and other people, and your phone, Illumi was satisfied that the boots were nothing. Though, after putting your phone back in its spot near you, he was faced with a bit of a different dilemma.

There you were, laying on your back in bed before him, peacefully asleep in, judging from the bit of bare thigh he could see peeking from beneath your mussed blanket, a pretty meager sort of pajamas. Just leave. Before she wakes up and finds you here. He told himself, but it was as if such an innocuous part of the body put him in this weird hypnotic trance. Despite knowing he shouldn't linger in a place where he'd so easily be seen, Illumi just found himself staring at your (s/c) thigh, a strange urge to reach out and touch it nagging at him from the back of his mind, fueling a powerful fire in his gut. He pushed these urges away though, finally forcing his dark eyes away from the bit of skin he could see and leaving your bedroom.

He shook his head once back in your living room, pushing down the lustful thoughts that were now bubbling up. You can't do anything to her. He chided himself, If you did you'd leave evidence and she could report you. However the logic didn't help to quell the hormonal waves eating at him.

This was one thing he disliked most about being without a wife. He didn't dislike being horny, he understood it was a primal need that not even he could repress, but without a wife to take care of these needs, it just left him with two options, either leave it until it eventually dies on its own, or go the disgraceful route and get himself off. He usually went for option a, it sucked the most but he felt like masturbation, while satisfying and quicker, was a waste of perfectly good DNA. However, tonight he didn't exactly have the patience to wait, so he bit the bullet and decided to sit in your bathroom and just get himself off.

Your bathroom was messier than he would like, but he had no time to bother with that. He sighed and just shifted his pants down to free his hardening cock. Then, with another soft sigh, Illumi began stroking himself at a slow, steady pace, allowing the dirty thoughts that were now swirling around in his mind to linger and grow. It wasn't a mystery why Illumi responded the way he had, aside from the fact he hadn't exactly had a woman recently, you were no where near unattractive, he'd seen enough of your curves in the dress he'd met you in to know that, so he had no problems in finding thoughts to fully stiffen his member further and add to the pleasurable friction his hand provided. So, he just thought of doing things to you, mainly imagining your fairly plush thighs squeezing around his cock while he slowly thrust in and out of them. He also let his thoughts drift into different areas, fantasies of breeding you, of holding you down while you squeal and plead for him to stop, making you beg for him to cum inside of you, so many things easily came to mind pertaining to you, maybe a concerning amount of thoughts. Nonetheless, it worked to reach his goal. Before long, the waves of euphoria that clouded over his mind reached their peak and he couldn't restrain a low groan while his dick twitched and released spurts of virile cum onto your bathroom floor and a pair of (color) underwear you'd left on the ground.

Illumi took a moment, letting out a breath and letting the warm, slightly shaky feeling fade before he focused on listening for any sounds in your home. Luckily you hadn't seemed to stir, so he had time to pull his pants back up and grimace at the splatters of jizz on the floor. With a sigh, he crouched down and just used the pair of panties he'd soiled with his seed to wipe up the evidence. He would've used toilet paper or something, but the (color) underwear were undoubtedly ruined, so he just used them to clean up the rest and than wrapped them in toilet paper and pocketed the disgraceful evidence. After that, he decided against further lingering. It was getting to be morning, and he didn't want to have another reaction like that where he was more likely to be caught. So, he left through the same way he'd come in.

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

Kiss away the insecurities and pain

George x Reader

Requested? No, I just had this idea for a hot minute and needed some George fluff too

Summary - After Draco speaks down on your size, your head is full of the insecurities and your heart is full of the pain.

Trigger Warning - Plus size reader bullying, family abuse,

Your tears slipped down your face, sniffles leaving your lips softly. You were quite used to tears caused by Draco Malfoy, seeing as the pure blood considered you quite a disgrace. Your heart hurt at the thought of people seeing you like he said, especially your boyfriend, George.

You were bigger than most students at Hogwarts, your hips were what muggles called, child birthing hips, your thighs containing more stretch marks than you could count, let alone with both hands, and your tummy was quite the pillow for anyone you trusted to let rest their head on it.

For the most part, that spot was reserved for your amazing boyfriend, George, but you occasionally let your friends cuddle up with you, seeing as how they all commended you on your snuggling skills.

But, Malfoy had just cornered you, Crabbe and Goyle on each side, insulting you about as bad as your entire family did each time the school year ended and you were taken back to their grasps.

"As wide as an elephant." He laughed, looking back at Goyle. "Thighs bigger than the heads of our entire class." He perked in, satisfying the blonde. "I bet it takes three wands to lift her up in the air."

The words bounced in your head, shaking you to your core. The loudest of them all, being what Draco called out as you rushed out of the hallways, "Weasley's probably laughing at her every time she's gone. I bet Lee and Fred dared him to see how long he could last." The sharp words dug holes into your head, insecurities filling up every gap. There were many spaces filled to the brim with insecurities due to your family, but these were the first real ones you had with your relationship.

You had always been precautions with getting into any relationship, especially a romantic one. But George always reassured you that he was in this with you because of your personality, not because of your looks, but either way, he thought you were absolutely stunning. He loved your size, loved the idea of their being more of you to love. To kiss every inch of your skin, to love every ounce of your skin.

But, you hadn't ever considered this to be a dare. You knew Fred and George dared each other to do quite a bit of crazy things, but would they ever play with someone's feelings like this? They wouldn't do that to someone, would they?

No.

No they wouldn't, what were you thinking?

Well...George only really ever dated skinny people before you. People who felt confident in wearing crop tops on warmer days, girls who's thighs together were the size of one of your own. George never dated anyone bigger before you...

That doesn't mean he's playing with me, or was dared to date me, no way.

Tears fell from your cheeks, the inner turmoil digging the insecurities further into your skull.

You weren't sure what time it was when your roommates walked into your room, but each of them had questions for you.

"Where were you? Where have you been?" Their voices were right out of your closed curtains. You kept your eyes shut, hoping they would consider you asleep. After a few more moments, they walked off, although you weren't sure if it was due to them believing you were sleeping, or just annoyed from your silence.

The next morning came, and you still stayed still in bed. You heard your friends come close to your bed, but walk off, moving down stairs to bed. Once you confirmed it was just yourself, you peeled off of your bed and slipped on some of your muggle sweatpants and a bigger sweater, one you purposely bought to be bigger so it could surround you. You silently moved out of your common room, down the hallways, and into the medical wing. Maybe you could convince Madam Pomfrey you were under the weather and give you an excuse to stay in bed.

She took one look at your face, sighed softly, and moved to hug you tightly. Your cheeks still red and puffy from all the tears shed, your eyelashes still damp from the way you fell asleep. Before you said a word, she guided you to a bed and handed you a mug. "It's hot cocoa. You can't stay for longer than today, but I'll tell your professors you're suck and staying in here with me." You were incredibly grateful for the woman, taking a sip of the warm liquid before curling into a ball on the bed.

You hoped George wouldn't hear anything of your recent wearabouts, but you knew your professors would question him about your illness, all of them knowing about your relationship status with the red head.

The hours ticked along, Pomfrey bringing you food, but for the most part, it sat on your bedside table, untouched. Right as you began to drift off to sleep once more, the doors slammed open, causing a bang to vibrate through the colder area. "Mr. Weasley's! What in earth are you doing?" Pomfrey immediately began scolding the two boys, glaring at them.

While you expected George, you still expected Fred, seeing as you had been best friends with them long before you and George began to date. You got them out of punishment your second year and they decided to keep you around. Fred had comforted you after small fights with George, laughed with you while his twin was stuck in the library, trying to understand a lesson he missed, or sat with you at dinner when George had his own detention.

"Madam Pomfrey, where is she? I haven't seen her in two days!" The voice of your boyfriend spoke to the older woman, trying to glance behind her to find your bed. "Mr. Weasley's, she can't have visitors right now, I'm sorry." She began to push them out, closing the doors behind them.

"She has to! I need to see her, we both do! Is she okay? What's wrong with her?" The two were finishing each other's sentences, trying to communicate to the older woman how badly they needed to see you. She glanced back at you, watching as you shook your head no quite quickly. Raising an eyebrow, she opened the doors once more, letting the two in. "Madam Pomfrey!" You groaned, turning over to your other side quickly.

This woman.

You heard their footsteps rush to your bed quickly, finding your covered bed quite quickly, seeing as you were the only one in here. "Your eyes squeezed shut, attempting to keep the tears from slipping from them once more, hoping they would believe you were asleep, even though you were talking moments ago.

"Hey love." George sat right on your bed, Fred taking the seat behind you. "How you feeling?" He asked softly, running his fingers through your hair softly. After a minute of unresponsiveness from you, he sighed softly. "We know you're awake." Fred's voice spoke this time, moving to stand, looking down at you.

You sighed, turning to look up at the two red heads, praying to whatever God was there that your face had calmed down from your last crying fit. But, alas, you were left to curse whoever was out there, seeing both of their faces scrunch up in confusion. "Are you okay love? Are you in pain? I thought Pomfrey would have given you something for pain." George mumbled, looking up to glare at the office, knowing she was in there.

"George, there isn't anything she can give me for this." You mumbled, looking away from them both.

"What on earth are you talking about? I thought the woman had a potion for everything." Fred said, moving to turn around to speak to the healer himself. You quickly grasped onto his wrist, keeping him still.

"I'm not sick, Fred. It was just Malfoy." You whispered, biting your lip at the admission. "What did the git do? Owl Lee, tell him to start grabbing some puking pasties." George spoke to his twin, hate already filling his eyes. "Love, it's nothing I haven't heard before." Your voice grew softer somehow, your heart hurting.

Both Fred and George knew about the abuse from your family, having comforted you many times as you sobbed into their chests. They both wished they could hex every person that spoke to you like that. George's arms quickly wrapped around your frame, pulling you to him, leaving space for Fred to sit on the bed himself. "What did he say?" Fred asked softly, hate filling his entire being.

"Just, normal stuff." You whispered, but felt George gruff at that. "No, what did he say, my love." George hating having to push this stuff from you, but also knew if you didn't speak it out, it would stay in your head for yourself to hear, over and over again.

"He, uh, he said I was the size of an elephant, that my thighs were bigger than everyone's heads in our class combined, that it takes" tears filled your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as you spoke the words into the air. "That it takes three wands to lift me up and uh." You paused, not wanting to admit to the two what was being said about your relationship, with either of them.

"Hey, come on, you can tell us." George's warm thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You peered up at the boy, the boy you were madly in love with, and wanted to sob at the idea of having ever thought he would date you as a dare. He was the kindest, sweetest man you had ever met, besides his father, and you knew he loved you incredibly. You sighed, looking over at Fred, seeing him nod slightly, smiling at you.

"He, uh, he said that you were only dating me because Fred and Lee dared you to. That when I wasn't around, you guys probably laughed at the idea of me being with you." You whispered, finding yourself hating Draco about as much as you did your family. To put this kind of fear and insecurity about, not only yourself, but your relationship, had you disgusted.

Fred stood up abruptly, grabbing a spare parchment and pen from another side table, writing ferociously on it. "I'm going to bloody kill him. I'm going to kill him." George mumbled in your ear, holding onto you tighter. "George, I can't kiss you in Azkaban." You tried, hoping to see him crack a smile. "I'll take his place, they won't know the difference." Fred said, continuing to write on the paper. "Freddy, who's going to make me smile when George is in detention?" You hoped to get both of their attention once more, wanting to calm the twins down.

They began to speak to each other, planning what you assumed was the death of Draco Malfoy. "Fred Weasley, George Weasley." You interrupted, looking at the two. "While I want nothing more for a revenge to be set on the Malfoy, can we please just calm down for a second?" You whispered, looking at the boys. "I just want George cuddles and Fred jokes for a bit, please." Your heart hurt less with the honesty of your words to the boys, but your head looked down, hating having to ask for comfort.

Both the boys stilled, looking at you with regret and shamefulness. "Sorry." They both mumbled, George wrapping his arms around you tighter as Fred sat back in his seat. George pulled you into his lap, his hands running through your hair. "First off, you don't believe we'd ever do anything like that to you, do you?" His voice was shaky, afraid of you're response.

"Right after it happened, I was arguing with myself about it. My head was full of the insecurities, from Draco and my family, but my heart knew better. You two would never hurt me, especially not like that. Maybe an accidental prank, but that's the worse you two would ever do to me." You spoke, looking between the both of them. Fred smiled, nodding at you before George kissed you softly. "Secondly." Fred spoke, clearing his throat. "The last thing you should ever worry about is your size, y/n." He was soft spoken, a tone you only heard when he was serious.

"You're absolutely beautiful, incredibly smart, and so much more than your size of clothes. Draco Malfoy and your family are so incredibly insecure for trying to make you feel bad about yourself like that. So, so stupid." George kissed your head, attempting to calm himself down.

"I just, I hate the idea of people seeing me as nothing more than my size." You mumbled, looking up at the twins. "Y/n, you are so incredibly more than your size. Anyone who refuses to see that is nothing more than their stupidity." You smiled, laughing softly at them.

"Now, can we please go back to the common room to plan the sweet revenge on the twat?" Fred asked, George slowly standing the two of you up. You all walked to Pomfrey's office, thanking her for letting you stay for the day before you walked hand in hand with George.

You knew, no matter what was said about your size, Fred and George Weasley would always be there to make you smile, and George would always be there to kiss away the insecurities and pain.

[gravityunforgiven]

Right Where You Left Me (Kakashi x OC)

Pairings: Kakashi x OC, Jiraiya x Tsunade, Dan Kato x Tsunade

Synopsis:

She was the daughter of a Legendary Sannin, He, a son of a disgraced shinobi. Fate brought them together but life tore them apart. Will they be able to take control of their destinies and find their way back to each other?

...Or will they be another victim of the cruel shinobi world they are both a part of?

Chapter Two

In the next few years, Akira proved herself to be a little firecracker. She had captured the hearts of those who surrounded her almost immediately. Tsunade’s days became a little brighter due to the presence of her little one, she became her world. But still, Dan’s death loomed over her like a shadow. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he was supposed to be here, how they should be raising their child together instead of on her own. She could see him in their child every single day especially in her eyes, the eyes that Dan gave her. It was so much like his that she could almost imagine Dan staring right back at her.

And even in her disposition she could see bits of Dan mixed with her own. Akira’s character was what a person could call a perfect combination of her parents. She was normally a calm and laidback personality and even as a child she was selfless and kind to others but she could also be impatient at times and prone to rule-breaking a little more than Tsunade wanted to admit.

Everyday Akira radiated happiness to the people around her. Tsunade had hoped that her daughter would remain a civillian. That she would have a normal life inside the walls of the village, never having to know the cruelness of the shinobi world. She wanted her daughter to be protected more than anything in the world. Even Jiraiya who remained put for the first year of Akira’s life, shared Tsunade’s wishes but their hopes were all too soon shattered.

Even at only a few months old, Akira’s abilities were already starting to show itself. At first, both Tsunade and Jiraiya were in denial. It was unheard to have a child of such age show that much capabilities. They shoved it at the back of their minds for the time being but when Akira’s first birthday neared, refusing the truth was no longer an option. When Tsunade entered Akira’s room full of daisies, the truth dawned on them like a bucket full of ice cold water.

She had inherited her great-grandfather’s kekkei genkai.

The Wood Release.

She was the first since the Shodai Hokage’s time to have this nature transformation and to think that when everyone finally came into terms that this Release was extinct, Akira came along, having acquired it naturally, after it skipped two full generations of her family and more than seventy years since her great-grandfather was born.

This brought fear in Tsunade’s mind. The safety of her daughter could be at risk after this discovery. It was not a secret that the Wood Release was one, if not the most, sought after kekkei genkai in the world. Not just because of its rarity but also the power and versatility it gives its wielder.

And the destruction it may cause once fallen in the wrong hands.

If that wasn’t already bad enough as it is, a shocking discovery from the Third Hokage’s wife became the final nail in the box that sealed Akira’s fate as a protector of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

“ What is that?” Biwako asked looking at Akira’s right feet as Jiraiya lulled her for afternoon nap. The child was just about to turn one and after Tsunade’s distressed conversations with Hiruzen about the safety of her child, the Hokage together with his wife, decided to pay the child a visit.

“ It showed up a few days after she was born.” Tsunade answered. She caught the startled look that passed Biwako’s face from across the chubadai as the older woman looked at her husband.

“What?” Tsunade asked, looking at the two. She knew immediately that something was going on and if it had anything to do with her daughter then needed to know. She had to.

“ Could it be possible?” Biwako’s eyes remained fixated on the Hokage.

“It makes a lot of sense.” Hiruzen recalled how Tsunade came into his office a few months after Akira’s birth. He had never seen him so frantic as she told him ever growing abilities of Akira. She said it was just a couple of flowers in the beginning and how she thought they were just reacting to her chakra but then the incident with the daisies happened and she was so sure that there was something wrong with her. Most children do not show their affiliated chakra natures until well into their childhoods when they’ve mastered their chakra control. He did his best to calm the new mother that day and assured her that it was probably because of Akira’s genetics and heritage but it never truly left his mind. Yes, it was possible that it was because she was the great-grand daughter of the First Hokage and the daughter of the two of the most skilled shinobis that the Leaf Village had come across but he always suspected that there was more behind what was seen. Biwako’s suspicions was entirely plausible given the facts.

“Shut the doors.” He instructed in a manner he was the only one who was allowed to do so.

“Have you ever heard of The Okami?” Biwako asked as soon as the doors were closed shut and they were completely alone.

“The Wolf Spirit? Yeah, from the folktales and myths.” Jiraiya’s voice had a hint of apprehensiveness, he had a feeling that he won’t like what they were about to imply. He looked at the innocent child in his arms. It’s impossible.

“Not exactly.” And so, Biwako told the tale of the Okami to the two Sannin. She told how the wolf, believed to be once a human, protected the people in the shadows. It was known for its benevolence and truthfulness and was well-respected and honored during it’s time. And when it’s time came, the Okami vowed to its descendants that when the humankind is in dire need of protection, it will once again return to the world. Up until now, it is believed that the descendants of the Okami still remains in the heart of the Kiyoiyuki Mountains.

Biwako told them that there only has been two other people recorded in recent history to be believed as the reincarnation of the wolf. The latest was during the beginning of the Warring States Period nearly two centuries ago. They all had the same mark Akira now possessed.

“You’re saying she’s a reincarnation of this wolf-spirit that hasn’t been seen in decades?”

It was the Lord Third who answered the clearly terrified mother. “We can’t be sure for now, Tsuna. We’ll have to wait until she’s older but it would explain why she developed such abilities this early. She isn’t like the other children.”

Tsunade felt like she was going to puke. Not only were her dreams of Akira living as a simple civillian were shattered but her fate to die for the village seemed inevitable.

“So she’s like a jinchūriki?” Jiraiya’s question sounded more like a statement.

“Similar, but no. Jinchūrikis have a spirit of a tailed beast living inside of them, like a seperate being. She doesn’t have that because she the Okami is inside her very core. They are one.” Biwako explained.

In the end, the four of them decided that Akira’s true nature would remain as a secret. There will be no papers linking to her true nature, only that she is a prodigy if her own right which can be easily explained by her origins. This was necessary to ensure that she would remain safe until she was ready to defend herself from those who would want to use her for their own gain.

In the following years, she would be trained rigorously to prepare her for her role as a protector of Konohagakure. A number of both current and non-Jonin-senseis were handpicked by the Hokage together with her mother and godfather were chosen to be her teachers and senseis in the upcoming years.

Tsunade was against the idea at first. She wanted to give her daughter a normal childhood like everyone else but knowing that training her is the only way to protect her, she agreed to the plan with a heavy heart.

It wasn’t easy to raise Akira on her own especially with her still not being able to really move on with Dan’s death knowing that they should be raising Akira together and her depression that was constantly making her day even harder but she did her best, the best she could manage. She thought her medical ninjutsu for the next nine years and just as she expected, she was a natural at it. That made Tsunade smile.

Much to their relief, Akira had a somewhat normal childhood, at least for the first nine years. She trained with her sensei’s on the weekends, attended the academy (sometimes) on weekdays and played with the other kids during the afternoon. Her skills were already advanced for her rank as an academy student when she was five. It was already comparable with a newly promoted chūnin and sometimes she would even spar with kids in the higher ranks.

She wasn’t always compliant though. She would skip sessions with her senseis from time to time and would play with the other kid instead, her taijutsu needed some work and her kenjutsu could still be improved. The adults took that as a good sign. They didn’t want to take her personality away and turn her into some sort of killing machine just because her destiny demanded her to.

It was during her training with Inoichi Yamanaka, a former student of her father, Dan Katō, when her nature as the reincarnation of The Okami was once and for all, confirmed. Her eyes had turned a into a bright shade of yellow, her pupils constricted to a tiny speck in the sea of yellow and her chakra that was usually associated with the color blue, became white as a snow. It was neutral. And deadly. Akira fainted after the incident and Inoichi decided to volunteer as her future master.

She was nine when her mother left. Tsunade had taught her everything she could in terms of medical ninjutsu. The top medical-nins will supervise Akira’s training from then on.

It was just supposed to be a few months of sabbatical. She just wanted some time alone to deal with her grief and depression. She wanted to be better mother for her daughter. Tsunade even asked Akira if she wanted to come travel with her and she actually hope that she would agree. She hoped that she could just whisk Akira away from her responsibilities from this damned shinobi world, she would have done so of she said yes. But like any other nine year old kid, she didn’t want to leave the place she had called home or fall behind her friends. Akira refused and instead asked her mother to bring her a gift from every town she would come and visit until her return.

And Akira didn’t realize her childhood would soon come to an end soon after her mother crossed the front gates of Konohagakure and onto the world outside.

Next up: Lots of Kakashi and Akira history.

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[haileymorelikestupid]

No one calls Sirius Orion Black McGonagall Potter a thief!

Cross posted on ao3

Summary: As twisted as it might sound, deciding to participate in Transfiguration for once might have been one of the worst and most embarrassing things Sirius has ever done. Like, honestly? What teenager calls their professor mum?

Word Count: 1856

A/N: Currently suffering from Marauders brainrot so I asked myself the question, "How would McGonagall respond to Sirius calling her mum?" and proceeded to write a scenario as long as the paper I should have been writing instead. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: I think it’s just language (one f bomb)

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Sirius honestly did not mean to ever let the word escape his lips.

It’s just that – well, he still had to go home to that wretched house during the summer. Sure, James had told him that he had an outstanding invitation to come to his whenever, and he’d met the Potters and thought they were quite lovely, but he still was technically a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, no matter how much of a disgrace he might be. He had parents that despised him, a brother he never saw eye to eye with, a best friend who would give him the world but simply could not. He had so many things just escaping his grasp.

Of course he had to look elsewhere.

As much as he gave her a hard time, Sirius adored Minnie. She was so… solid. Steady. Sure. She was a stickler for the rules, yes, but she was always fair. For all the hell the Marauders raised, she never attributed their actions to their character. She never said they were bad or worthless, just that they had a penchant for trouble and a knack for mischief. Minnie told them time and time again that they were smart – though usually it was said with a sort of fond exasperation, followed by something along the lines of I wish you would use those brains of yours on your homework.

And call him arrogant, but he knew without a shadow of doubt that she had a certain soft spot for the four boys. Oh, she doled out detentions and scolded them when they deserved it, but she was always gracious with Remus around the full moon, always praised Peter when he was successful with a particularly tricky spell, always gave James a proud smile after quidditch matches, always used Sirius’s first name rather than his last when she could help it. And when James and Sirius asked her a few too many questions about the process to become an animagus, how the transformation felt for the first time and every time after it, whether other… er, creatures could distinguish between a natural animal and an animagus, she simply answered cautiously with raised brows and didn’t ask any questions of her own.

Somewhere along the line, Sirius had the startling realization that Minnie would be a great mother. Even more startling, she already practically was one. He had a moment where he panicked, wondering if it could be considered a personal slight to think of her as a mother when he only knew the harsh and unforgiving nature of the mother he’d grown up with.

Ultimately, Sirius realized that he knew that Minnie was nothing like his own mother, and that was precisely what gave her a certain motherly quality. While he still called her Minnie, as he always had, it took on new meaning in his mind – it felt more like something with the same amount of respect and affection as James put into the word “mum” when he spoke of Euphemia.

He wouldn’t admit it outright, not even to himself, but he came to think of Minnie as a mum. As his mum.

And honestly, he never intended to admit it.

But then he actually bothered to pay attention in class, actually tried to participate without being a total nuisance, and he was awarded for his efforts. He answered a question correctly after a few other students had offered incorrect guesses (even Lily Evans, and didn’t that fill him with a certain smugness), and he received a warm, “Five points to Gryffindor. Well done, Sirius.”

Honest to goodness, it just slipped out. “Thanks, mum.”

Immediately, snickering could be heard around the room. As soon as he registered what he’d said, Sirius went stock-still, refusing to even glance at James, who he could feel looking intensely at the side of his face. He heard Remus’s quick inhale, Peter’s shuffling feet. The laughter of his classmates that so often egged him on and filled him with boyish glee pressed on his ears and made him feel like he was suffocating.

Professor McGonagall looked almost entirely unaffected, though Sirius was unable to look her in the eyes. She shushed the class, gave those who continued to giggle one of her trademark stern glares that silenced them immediately, and simply moved on.

Rationally, Sirius knew that many of his classmates would forget the incident relatively soon. James, Remus, and Peter might not, but they weren’t likely to make fun of him for it, at least not at first. It didn’t make him feel better though.

He was quiet and still for the rest of class. He even appeared to be paying attention, looking at the professor at the front of the room, but he didn’t think he’d be retaining much after the lesson.

Sirius knew James wanted to ask an abundance of questions, but his best friend had the sense to only whisper a quick, “You okay?” and leave it at that once Sirius nodded his head. He couldn’t say with certainty that he actually was okay, but at least he was no longer blushing, and he couldn’t sense anyone else looking and laughing at him any longer.

The one thing Sirius dreaded, though, was the conversation he would certainly have to have with Professor McGonagall. The thought of the incident spreading around Hogwarts didn’t fill him with any type of glee, but he would take a thousand snide comments from Snape over one uncomfortable conversation with the professor who had always showed him genuine care.

The rest of the class dragged on dreadfully slowly yet also passed by nauseatingly quickly. Before he knew it, Professor McGonagall was reminding them of the assignment due at the beginning of next class over the rustle of students packing their things up.

Sirius considered making a break for it, but then he considered all the ways doing so could be unsuccessful. It could remind the other students of the reason he was so desperate to leave, which would surely bring on a new round of laughter that Sirius didn’t feel equipped to deal with. McGonagall could decide to stop him before he could make it out the door, which would draw even more attention to the whole ordeal. He’d also still have to answer to his friends once they made their way out, too, and he couldn’t say he was rushing to do that. Plus, he’d still have the inevitable conversation hanging over his head for the foreseeable future.

Drawing on all the Gryffindor courage he could muster, Sirius resigned himself to his fate and decided to linger near his desk as the other students left. His friends, attuned as ever to Sirius, took up a spot somewhere between the rest of the class and Sirius himself – a reassuring presence for the boy, but still giving him the privacy to approach their professor alone.

Once everyone was in the corridor, with the exception of the Marauders, who were just inside the doorway, Sirius slowly approached McGonagall’s desk at the front of the room, where she sat, shuffling through recently submitted assignments. He noticed that she was hardly paying attention to them, seemingly only using them as a reason to keep her head down until he was ready to talk.

That act of grace was enough to give Sirius the motivation to clear his throat and mutter, “Uh, hi.”

The woman looked up, brows raised and lips tugging up at the corners almost imperceptibly. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He tried his best not to squirm, but he still found himself tensing his shoulders and grabbing at his knuckles like he wanted to crack them, only just stopping the movement before the joints popped. “It’s just that – er, well – in class, earlier… I didn’t – I was just – I uh – “

“I must admit, I quite like the days you decide to actually participate in my class, Sirius.”

Sirius felt his brow crease a little. Merlin, he wasn’t sure if he could actually get the words out, and he wasn’t sure if she was going to make him say it anyways. But for now, he could stall. “Um, what?”

“How many times have I told you that you’re smart and I wish you would use that brain of yours for classwork, hm?”

“A few times, I suppose.”

“Yes, so it’s nice when you prove me right. You did an excellent job in class today, Mr. McGonagall.”

What the fuck.

Alarmed, Sirius couldn’t help the way his head shot up to make eye contact rather than looking at the edge of the desk before him.

Professor McGonagall’s lips twitched and the hint of smile lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, a certain glint in them that sent a sudden wave of relief through Sirius.

There was a moment of silent eye contact, and Sirius understood. Even though his favorite professor was teasing him in a way she rarely did, he knew with certainty that he was not the butt of the joke. Her small smile was not at his expense, and he recognized the fondness in her eyes that told him she had seen herself as a source of what a mother should be for perhaps longer than Sirius had.

He grinned then, wide and genuine, and he watched her smile grow in response. “Thanks, Minnie.”

She exhaled through her nose the way she always did when he called her that and waved him off. “Go on, off with you, and tell those friends of yours to stop loitering in my doorway.”

He laughed and strolled out, wrapping an arm around James’s neck when he got to him and tugging him along. His friends had heard it all, and though they would certainly ask about it later, Sirius was filled with nothing but contentment.

Sirius wouldn’t call Minnie “mum” again, at least not out loud, and she wouldn’t call him “Mr. McGonagall” either for quite some time. There was always an understanding, always a special fondness, but it wasn’t verbalized in quite that way.

Many years later, Sirius Black would see his old professor in the middle of the house he grew up in for the first time since leaving Azkaban. Minerva McGonagall looked at him, took in the stature that wasn’t as proud as it had been when he was a boy at Hogwarts, the clothes that had seen far better days, the way Sirius moved to crack his knuckles but ceased the movement before a sound could be heard. The gesture and the profile of Remus Lupin lingering in the doorway brought both the sting of loss and the comfort of familiarity in waves that were almost consuming.

In the midst of such feeling, there was only one thing Minerva could think to say. “Hello, Mr. McGonagall.”

A grin, that same grin that had lit up his face all those years ago when he stood before her desk, expecting chastisement and receiving love. It brought Sirius great joy to stand in the house that had never been a home and respond, “Hey, mum.”