Jason: I’ll Give You $5 To Tell Dick You Haven’t Seen Me Today.

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req by my gorgeous 🦇 anon

pairing' park seonghwa x stylist!reader

genre' smau, friends to lovers

warnings' suggestive, seonghwa is jelly, you already know jongho is the side ho

a/n' this is a little bit different from my other smaus in this series, bc reader and seonghwa are never actually fwb. hope you guys like this one, bc now we only have jongho left

Lover🌷

he makes you cry

expl: he doesn't usually care about others' feelings, so how was he supposed to know what he did to you was mean?

a/n: appalled that this is my first time doing my favorite geo boy, appalled and ashamed; also exhausted this might not be my best work, requests sent will be fulfilled soon, i just need some rest! just got hired at a job that i went for an interview with today, so work will slowly be coming out later and later, sorry!

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second-person writing no pronouns used, 2,818 words

Xiao was not fond of caring about others' emotions, nor did it ever occur to him that he should care. He tried to keep his life as simple and as peaceful as possible because he deserved it after everything he went through before. Which was why he was so confused when someone would cry in front of him. Xiao never cried when times were hard, what made those salty tears escape human eyes so easily?

Most of the time, he never saw people cry, and if he did, he ignored it. That's how he was taught to deal with emotion, he'd ignore it.

It began when you were up in your room at the Inn, minding your business and trying to figure out how to make the woven bracelet that the Traveler had taught you. Frankly, it was pretty difficult, and when the Traveler was teaching you, you were so busy watching them that you never actually learned.

The hours were beginning to fly by and you could hardly make out the original pattern you were trying to replicate. Repeated failures over and over and piling yarn began to stack up on the bed next to you. It was when you had finally gotten it down to only mess up again because something distracted you was when you finally snapped.

Throwing the bracelet across the room where it rested under the table, streams of hot tears began to roll down your cheeks in frustration. You were doing everything right, why wasn't it working!

It happened to be the same time you were leaving your room when Xiao was strolling down the hallway. The two of you made eye contact and his eyes flew to where the tears were running toward the bottom of your neck. His eyes widened only a little bit and his mouth opened and closed like a fish only to not know what to say.

You also stood still and stared at him. Why? Maybe you were just waiting for him to comfort you or you were curious about what he had to say. But when it was clear that he'd keep gapping like a fish, you started to walk off again. Only for him to grab your wrist before you made it too far and pull you a bit toward him.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, hardly making eye contact with you and finding his shoes on the floor more entertaining. It was shocking to see him show such concern in general, but you remembered why you were upset and started to ball again. Pushing yourself into his chest and crying warm tears into his shirt.

His hands fumbled on the sides of you for a while until he rested them softly on your hips. Awkwardly patting you in a form of reassurance he'd never shown anyone before.

His face was pretty flat when you began to show signs of distress and sadness. Albedo was too focused on his experiment to even realize that something went wrong on your end. The sound of a beaker crashing to the floor sounded across the room, but he still kept looking forward, hardly hearing anything at all.

That sound kept up for a while, you were pretty sure you broke at least 5 beakers in the time it took for you to get them from the spare cabinet. It wasn't until the 6th beaker that you managed to catch did Albedo actually turn around to see what had happened.

His experiment seemed to be going fine, the color of the liquid sitting at the bottom of the beaker matching the picture right next to it perfectly. You sighed when you saw he had already beaten you to make the antidote.

"I don't know how you do it 'bedo. This one is probably the most difficult I've done." You said before wiping your forehead which was littered with sweat from how hard you'd been concentrating.

"Just try again, I'm sure you'll be able to complete it." He said, his encouraging words going little to no length and falling straight to the floor. It didn't help that the trashcan full of your previous broken beakers was so close. It was extremely discouraging to see how much damage you've caused just trying to learn how to brew the antidote.

Then Albedo took his leave, putting his things down when he realized the clock read 9 PM. Bidding you goodbye, he looked back one last time with his handle on the doorknob and spoke. "Humans sometimes do not carry the skill to complete such a difficult task, do not push yourself to do something you simply can't achieve."

And then the door shut. All you did was stare at where he previously had been, his words repeating in an endless loop shrinking infinitely into your mind.

"Huh?" Was all you said before a warm feeling rushed down your cheeks and landed on the toe of your shoes. Did he just call me stupid? You thought to yourself. The frustration you felt along with the fact that he just said that, caused a rush of salty tears to leave your eyes. Your eyelashes stuck together as tears mended them together.

You continued to stand there and cry, until the door opened again and the alchemist stuck his head back in the door, announcing he forgot something towards the floor. That was until he lifted his head up to see you standing there, crying. For once, he stood still and just stared at you unable to conjure any words for the scene he was witnessing.

The sniffles and the silent sounds of tears padding the floor were all that was making sound in the room. As Albedo continued to stare at you like the two of you were playing a game of freeze tag.

"I'm stupid aren't I 'bedo?" You said, which made him flinch when the sound of the nickname you gave him came out in a harsh and rude manner. "Too stupid to figure out the dumb potion because I'm just a mere human in your eyes."

"What're you talking about?" He said, with the quietest and most emotion-full voice you've ever heard him use. Albedo continued to step closer to you, almost as if he was never moving at all. When he finally did reach you, his hand brushed against your cheek and his eyes held so much concern it could fill up the sea.

"I don't think you're lesser than me, is this about what I said? I didn't mean it like that..."

You kept sniffling while looking at him, still stubborn for more than what he was giving you. His arms reached around you and held you close, something he often did when Klee would sob, which he learned from Jean.

The two of you stood like that for a while, until the blazing sun rested its eyes in the distance, and the sorrowful moon began to creep up the valley.

"What is wrong with you??" Tighnari's harsh voice came out in a way you only heard once in a while. His irritated look glared at you from where you stood, all you had done was knock down a few books, but it looked like other things were really beginning to upset him.

You expected to greet the forest ranger and spend some time together, seeing as the both of you made those plans a while ago, but it seems that he was really busy with something that he was supposed to finish a while ago.

He whipped his head back to look at the beakers on the table, making a very loud and audible sigh at your appearance here. "I'm busy, so make another time for..." He waved his hands around dramatically and quick, "Whatever it was you were planning and leave me be."

You stood silent for a while, shocked that he was giving you such an attitude, but at the same time, you had no idea how to respond to what he said. So, you did just that and didn't respond, turning on your heels and leaving. Unfortunately, Tighnari didn't hear you leave and assumed you were still sitting there waiting for him like usual. So when he turned around and opened his mouth to address you and apologize, he stopped in his tracks to see you weren't there.

When you saw Tighnari again, it was actually just his voice you had heard and your eyes didn't flicker to see if it was actually him. Collei was holding some sort of dinner for the forest rangers in the area, to both thank them and congratulate her for beating Eleazar. But you finally did see him when it was too late, and you were bumping into the forest ranger with food in your hands.

A shocked gasp came out of your mouth till the echoed noise of a bowl rumbled onto the ground and crashed down, the food flying along with it. Your distressed state increased, and you immediately flew down to try and clean it up.

In fact, you were so busy trying to clean the bowl of food that had spilled over that you didn't even realize the forest ranger was standing behind you with his hands behind his back. Until the call of your name was repeated for the 3rd time, did you turn around to look at him, tears in your eyes from how frustrated you were?

Tighnari's eyes widened before he immediately dropped to his knees and put his hand on your shoulder for comfort. It shocked him to see you in such a vulnerable state, especially with how cheery you always seemed around him.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Tighnari said, before moving his eyes down to the food splattered all over the dirt. You didn't even realize how much helping out at the party would stress you out. As soon as Tighnari muttered the words are you alright, tears flooded out more and more as you tried to hide your face in your hands. Your shoulders and body shook with how much you were crying. Tighnari moved closer to you and shielded you with his body.

Not only did he treat you terribly before, but the first time he sees you in days, you were crying? His heart felt like it could break then and there. His hand came around your back to soothingly rub circles on it while you continued to sob. His ears even flattened a bit on his head in guilt.

When Collei had come around the corner to see the pasta salad splattered on the ground, and Tighnari hugging you with his tail between his legs. She smiled and sighed a bit, before walking away to leave you two be.

It felt like a long time while the two of you sat like that, his hand never stopping to rub your back. You finally pulled away to look at him and Tighnari rested his hand on your cheek in a comforting manner.

"I'm sorry I treated you like that, I was irritated and you came in at a bad time. I never want to hurt you." His guilt-written face and ears practically flattened to his head making your heart beat in a painful rhythm.

"You can make it up to me by helping me clean this up?" You said as a sly grin grew a little bit on your face. He smiled back and rolled up his sleeves to begin cleaning.

Scaramouche was a mean boy, everyone knew that he had no filter and he acted as if he didn't care about anyone when in reality it was the exact opposite.

"You're pathetic!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, looking at your shocked expression and stance from across the room. You had just failed to do the task that Nahida assigned you again, and it seemed like the newly-found anemo holder was growing more and more impatient watching you fail over and over.

"Excuse me?" You spat back, clearly irritated with his outburst and pushiness. Scaramouche scoffed again before trailing over to where you were, Nahida watching the interaction from her desk.

"You've been doing it all wrong, and that pathetic idiot brain can't seem to comprehend that." His fingers flew a swift flick to your head, pushing you back a centimeter. "If you keep failing, shouldn't you be trying something else instead of pushing the same solution over and over? Moron."

His insults over and over were hurting, sure, but you were used to it. When you felt good. Right now, this was the last thing you needed after failing again and again. At one point you even glanced over at Nahida after failing and saw her face look a bit reluctant about your skills. Which increased your anxiety tenfold.

"I never knew someone could be so stupid. I even worked with morons every day in the Fatui, but none match up to how idiotic you are." Scaramouche just kept blasting insult after insult at you. What was with him today? Was he really that peeved you didn't wait for him in the morning to walk over here?

Moving aside and putting your hands up defensively, you made way for the prince and his smart brain. He moved in front of you and began looking down at what you were doing. It looked like Nahida was still working with you on Fermat's Last Theorem, which was an extremely difficult math equation, back in the 17th century. Scaramouche made a noticeable eye roll before sitting down to begin writing out how to solve it.

What he didn't see was your reaction to the last flinching insult he threw your way. He didn't witness the tears swell up in your eyes and he also didn't see you walk away and leave the sanctuary. Only witnessing your presence gone when he looked up to turn another sarcastic comment towards you. Scaramouche's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before looking around him to see where you went. He turned towards Nahida when he couldn't find you and she looked up at him before looking back down at her papers.

"Tsk, whatever." He pushed his seat back and sat up to leave, wondering what he should have for dinner instead of concerning himself with where you went. It wasn't until later in the evening when he saw you again, sitting back at the desk, not uttering an obnoxious sigh or an irritating "What does this mean??"

He eased himself over to you with his hands in his pockets before leaning behind your shoulder to see what you were doing. You were working on the problem again, but his copy of it was nowhere to be seen, that is until he looked towards the trash and saw his handwriting on the paper barely crumpled and resting near the top of the bin.

"You threw away my paper?" He said with irritation lining every letter. You kept writing though and paid him no mind. The silent treatment seemed to be really riling him up because he continued to berate you over and over as you sat there taking it and continuing to work.

It was only an hour later that it really started to bother him with you being quiet. Maybe what he said earlier was too harsh, he didn't really feel that bad, but if it meant you weren't going to speak to him then he had to do something.

Leaning over you again, he placed his hand on your upper arm, grabbing your attention from the unusual act. His eyes met yours and held the stare for a couple seconds before he spoke,

"I'm sorry." That was all he said.

You raised an eyebrow at him, before squinting your eyes in confusion and responding.

"Sorry for what..?" The sarcasm dripped from every syllable and landed on his fragile ego.

His eyes widened and he took his hand from your arm, frowning and shouting back,

"I don't repeat myself! Accept the apology I gave you."

"You're such a child, does saying sorry really hurt that bad?"

"You heard me!"

Your eyes rolled and you turned back to your paper as if you were going back to ignoring him, his eyes softened again and he grabbed your arm once more.

"I'm sorry I said those mean words to you. I didn't mean it, I don't like it when you leave without me and I don't like it when you're upset."

When he grabbed your arm, you didn't turn to face him again, but after hearing the words he spoke, you turned again with a smile on your face and leaned closer to his.

The blush was evidently growing the more you leaned in, and you could see his adam's apple bob with nervousness.

"I accept your apology Kunikuzushi."

OMFG yes!

Being in love with a guy who doesn't even exist kinda hurts :')

i didn’t ask to be this much in love with a fictional character but there he is and here i am

Yandere Draco Malfoy (5/5)

Word count ; 4.9k

*Fun fact : I was so very tempted to make it an ending where R ends up carried to George Weasley and one of her kids was named after Draco. But I thought against it because I actually fell in love with the Draco I wrote up.

Bill and Fleur had opened their doors to us. It was quite kind. My mission had changed, though; I was concerned for Draco’s safety, especially now that his wand was in my possession. Harry had gifted it to me and told me that my help was needed elsewhere. 

That ‘elsewhere’ being Hogwarts. I was needed as a spy to keep watch on Hogwarts and the changing tides as Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to do whatever they were doing. To be honest, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that it was gong to save the day.

So, here I was, sitting next to Harry on the bed. I was going to head off, but only if Draco’s wand was suitable for my use. Harry and I were holding hands tensely as Mr. Olivander held the wand carefully. He had remorse wracking his entire bodice.

“Hawthorn. Unicorn hair. Ten inches. Reasonably plied.” He suddenly held it up to his ear, as though listening to the wand. “This was the wand of Draco Malfoy.”

“Was?” I prodded. “Is it not still?”

“Well, perhaps not. You won it from him. The wand speaks of your importance to the boy. I sense his allegiance is not only toward the boy, but with you.”

He ands it over to me again. I took it gently, stroking the wood while deep in thought. It’s allegiance was with me. Because Draco and I were in love. At least… I hoped he still loved me after my betrayal.

“You… talk about wands as if they have feelings,” Harry mentioned. “As if they can think.”

Mr. Olivander had a smile grow on his face as he leaned over to us. “The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. That much has always been clear to us who study wand lore.”

“Fascinating,” I chimed in.

“And… what do you know about the Dealthy Hollows?”

Mr. Olivander’s expression grew stoney. “It is rumored there are three. The Elder Wand, the Cloak of Invisibility - to hide you from your enemies, and the Resurrection Stone - to bring back loved ones from the dead. Together, they make one the master of death. But few truly believe that such things exist —“

“Do you? Do you believe they exist?”

“Well, I see no reason to put thought into such an old wive’s tale.”

“You’re lying. You know one exists. You’ve told him about it. You’ve told him about the Elder Wand. And, well, he went looking for it.”

“He tortured me…” Mr. Olivander caved. “Besides… there’s only conveyed rumors. There’s no telling that he can find it.”

“But he has found it, hasn’t he?”

Silence, but only for a brief moment. Mr. Olivander looked regretful. Harry had learned what he came here to learn. He beckoned me with him. “We’ll let you rest,” I concluded, sending the man a reassuring smile.

The four of us exited the room. The moment the door closed, I turned to Harry.”I know you have the cloak of Invisibility. That means that you know the Deathly Hollows is true. Does that mean you plan on finding the Resurrection Stone?”

“Yes. Which is why we need you to wait at Hogwarts for us to return. We need eyes everywhere. He has made it clear that the final battle will take place there,” Harry conceded.

I nodded. “But what about… the Death Eaters?”

“I have a feeling that Malfoy and his wand will watch out for you. But, regardless, you will navigate Hogwarts with my Invisibility Cloak. You should be able to travel undetected. The Gryffindor common room password is…”

~~~

Hogwarts was going to absolute hell. The battle had begun, and my peers were in the middle of it. I had not seen the sun is so very long. Death Eaters were swarming the building. Half of the building was up in flames. I was terrified. But I knew that I played too important of a part to let it affect me. 

I had finally met up with the golden trio. We were standing outside of the Room of Requirement as the war raged on outside. We were safe for the moment; but I had an inkling it wouldn’t last long.

“Snape knows you’re here,” I hissed as Harry and I hovered outside the Room of Requirement. I had taken off the Cloak of Invisibility and handed it to Harry.

“Do the Death Eaters know you’re here?” Harry inquired in concern.

I shook my head. “No. I managed to sneak in successfully. The only people that do are the fellow students, who previously took refuge in the Room of Requirement. I helped sneak food in for the time being, but they were recently found out.”

Harry nodded in approval. “Good job. I knew you could do it.”

“What are we doing here, though?” I asked.

“I need to find the diadem so that I can find my connection with him again. It’s gotten to weak. I can’t sense him at all, but I need to know what he's planning next,” Harry explain.ed

“Understood. No reason to beat around the bush, then. Let’s go,” I conceded.

Harry opened the Room of Requirement, grabbing my hand for reassurance. My hand went to my waist, where Draco’s wand remained. I heard the roars and screams of terrified students down the hall. We didn’t have much longer. The rocks began to move as it opened itself to us.

Inside the room, was piles up the ceiling of food, books, and other magical relics. The room was dark, having nothing but the light of our wands to help is see. Certain relics sparked and shone, but not enough for us to truly take everything in.

“Lumos,” I cast. The rusted chandelier on the high ceiling lit up. It was dim from constant use and creaked from small breezes.

We began surveying the rows of items. There were pillars upon pillars. I made sure to leave a trail of sparks so that we did not lose our way. “We’re never going to find the diadem with the state of this place,” I complained.

“We have to. What’s going on right now is just a distraction fro what he’s really planning,” Harry insisted.

So, we kept searching the rows. Harry seemed to know the specifics of what we were looking for, which was lovely, since I had no idea what to look for. Harry sudden halted. I bumped into him as he turned. His eyes were fixated on a pile of ropes. His pace was slow as he lifted the ropes off, only to reveal a wooden box.

I watched as he opened it. Inside was a raven tiara with a blue gem in the center. It was indeed the diadem. 

Gently, Harry picked it up. It was whispering to him. I was just as entranced by the tiara —

“Well, well.”

I jumped and took out my wand, quickly realizing I was pointing it at none other than Draco. Out of pure shock,  I lost dropped my wand. Harry protectively stood in front of me. Even if the darkness, I could see that Draco was angry. Furious, even. His handsome features were curled into a snide snark.

Draco, Goyle, and Blaise walked closer toward us, their wands out. “What brings you here, Potter?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Draco’s eyes flickered over to me. “You have some things of mine. I’d like them back. Y/n, get over here and return my wand. Now.”

“What wrong with the one you have?”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “It’s my mother’s. It’s powerful, but it’s… not the same. Doesn’t quite… understand me. Know what I mean?”

I decided to step around Harry. I still had the wand pointed toward Draco. Harry let me shield him, although his hand soundly resided on my waist. He was nervous; Harry only touched me when we was in a negative mindset.

“Draco, let’s stop this nonsense,” I pleaded. “You don’t have to turn us in. I know you aren’t the villain you are forced to be.”

He sneered, his glare residing on the hand on my waist. Realizing, I swatted Harry’s hand away. “I’m doing what’s needed to protect you. Even you’re too much of a bloody idiot to realize what’s good for you. And clearly Potter’s too much of a bastard to keep his hands off what’s mine to begin with.”

“She’s her own person!” Harry barked, but I stomped my foot on his toes to shut him up.

“You think I don’t know that?” Draco roared. “Potter, I’ve always hated you from the day we first met. I knew from the bottom of my heart that you would ruin me. And here you are, stealing the woman I love. There’s nothing I want more than to turn you in to the Dark Lord himself —“

“Draco, I love you!” I shrieked. Panic washed over me. Fear. “Harry and I are friends! We’re working together to stop the Dark Lord! You’ve truly gotten it all wrong. Can’t we just talk?”

His face softened, but only for a moment. His glare was seemingly looking through me. “That may be what you think, love. But I know Potter better than you. He’s trying to take you away form me. He already has once. He’s been after you rom the day he met you —“

“I’m with Ginny —“ Harry attempted to interrupt.

“Silence!” Draco roared. His entire body was shaking with fury. “You took the only good thing in my life away from me when I needed her most. You’re to blame for everything that’s happening now. I wish you just let yourself die with your parents.”

Goyle inched up behind him. “Go on, Draco. Do it. Don’t be a coward,” he whispered in his ear.

There was no doubt in my mind at that moment. The Draco who I loved was not present. I knew he was on the verge of casting a spell. There was no more talking to be done.

“Expelliarmus!” I cried.

Draco dodged the spell, jumping front of Goyle. Instead, Blaise was hit. Immediately, the boy turned tail and fled the scene. Harry made a run for the tiara while I shot more spells toward the duo.

“Avadao Kadavra!” Draco howled, shooting the spell at Harry.

I screamed, trying my best to defend him from the spell. Tears of panic slid down my cheeks as I could do nothing but watch. Harry was in the process of picking up the tiara. I was about to scream again, but instead of hitting Harry, it reflected off the tiara and sent it flying out of his hands. I noticed it went all the way to the top of the pile.

“Stupefy!” Draco cast toward me.

I blocked the spell and cast a Stupefy right back at him. Both of our attention was keen on one another, which allowed Harry to ascend the pile of junk while Goyle tried shooting him. I wanted to target Goyle for Harry's sake, but Draco suddenly shouted,” Goyle, we have to regroup!”

They took off, Draco barely dodging my spell. I figured they were too scared, but I was still on guard. Instead, I began climbing up the pile with Harry, searching through to find the tiara. Each time I grabbed inside, it wasn't what we were looking for. Instead, I pulled out several imps and pixies.

“I found it!" Harry yelled from the top of the pile. 

“Good!” I replied, letting my body slide down the filth-covered junk. We regrouped at the bottom, dusting one another off.

“There's no way he's not coming back," Harry panted.

“I know," I agreed. "But Blaise needs his wand first.” We paused for a moment. However, from a distance, we heard a roar. “Oh no.” I shoved Draco’s wand into Harry’s grasp. “You need this more than I do, Harry. Draco’s not intending to kill me.”

Harry accepted it in the knick of time. Rounding the corner was a large dragon made of fire. Its roar echoed in the corridor. Harry grabbed my wrist and we broke into a run. My calves burned as we dashed around corners. We were fast from constantly having to save our arses, but not fast enough. The dragon was rapidly gaining on us. Over the roars, I could hear Draco’s manic, snide cackles.

Magic fire flooded the Room of Requirement, hot on our tails. Harry suddenly slowed, training the wand on a pile and send it in the way of the fire. That gave us a few extra seconds, but an explosion sounded behind us. Junk flew at us, and we narrowly dodged it.

We ended up circling right into Draco. He looked furious as he focused on fueling the dragon. When he saw us approaching, he attempted to stop the spell. However, fire continued to spew from the tip. Harry weaved around them, but I slowed enough to grab Draco's wrist. I tore the wand away from him and tossed it into the oncoming fire. We took off, Draco’s furry dissolving into pure terror. 

We rounded the corner into a complete dead end. Blaise and Goyle were right behind us. I released Draco and began climbing the rubble. The boys followed suit. I could only pray that Harry was not being reduced into an ashen mush. 

We continued to climb the pile. But suddenly, Goyle grabbed onto a loose chair. I screamed as the boy fell into the pit of raging fire. I made it to the top with Draco and Blaise. To our luck, there were two broomsticks on the top. Draco fell off, but I caught his wrist. I pulled him up as Blaise saddled up and zipped away on one.

Draco and I took the other broom. We escaped the fire in time, leaving the roaring dragon out of reach. Luckily, Harry had also grabbed a broom. The four of us zoomed near the ceiling.

“Harry! Where's the exit?” I shouted.

“Just follow me!”

The junk was collapsing around us. I weaved the broomstick, completely in control, and Draco clutched me close by the waist. I could feel his tears streaming down my neck. Harry shot a spell to move a wave of fire out of the way. The exit was finally in view. We finally maneuvered through the door, our brooms colliding with the ground.

I let out a yelp of pain as my body went rolling across the ground. My head hit a stone column, causing my ears to ring and my head to spin. A wave of nausea washed over me as I curled in on myself, pressing my knees to my chest. Sobs escaped as I clawed at the hard ground. I felt something wet dripping down the back of my head.

I forced my eyes to open. Draco clawed his way over to me, and I almost threw up right then and there when he grabbed my body and pulled me to his chest. I curled my head into his beck, peering over his shoulder. I saw that Blaise had completely abandoned us, and Harry was planning to. He held Draco's wand and the tiara still.

I knew he was contemplating saving me. But I was with Draco, so I knew I would be fine. So, I mustered a reassuring smile. He nodded my way before grabbing the Cloak of Invisibility from outside the entrance and disappeared from sight.

“Episky,” Draco cast shakily.

All my pain slowly vanished as I felt magic flowing through my veins. I gulped down my saliva and mustered a dry chuckle. “We should have just talked it out.”

Draco suddenly broke down completely, sobs echoing in the hall. I felt much better and pulled away from him just enough so I could cup his cheeks. I wiped away his tears. I kept wiping them, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. I hushed him gently, letting him cry.

As he quieted down, I placed a kiss on his lips. He kissed back greedily, pulling me into him once more. Our heaving chests pressed against one another and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once we pulled away from one another, he exhaled.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasped.

“I forgive you, Draco. You know how much I love you. I just… wish you could do the right thing, love.”

He leaned his forehead against mine. Shame swept over his handsome, tired features. “I wish I could, love. But all I can do is what’s best for you.”

~~~

I could do nothing but sob into Draco’s chest. The moment we saw Voldemort and the hoard of Death Eaters sauntering across the bridge, I knew what that meant. I knew Harry had to be dead.

Draco and I had gathered in the courtyard with some of the other students. They had insisted on throwing him in the dungeon, but I talked them out of it. A part of me wish we’d gone back inside, because knowing that Harry was dead was the same as knowing that it was all over. That Voldemort had won.

Neville and other Gryffindor students emerged from the rubble. I paid him no heed, though, as my gaze on the sight could not be repressed.

Voldemort was but a few feet from us. I was not afraid, even though he was holding the Elder Wand in his clutches. I could never be afraid, so long as Draco was with me. I had become numb to the chaos. All I focused on was him.

Nagini, his pet snake was accompanying the Dark Lord. Voldemort looked oh-so smug. As though he was the ruler of the world. Probably because now, he knew he could be. I almost lost it once more as I realize that Hagrid had Harry’s corpse in his clutches. He was dead and unmoving.

“Harry Potter… is dead!” Voldemort cried, raising his hands into the air. Ginny suddenly screamed, trying to run toward Harry. Voldemort cast a spell toward Ginny, sending her flying back into Ron and Hermione. “Silence! Stupid girl… Harry Potter is dead.” He began strolling toward her. I was shaking in my boots, fearing for the worst. “From this day forward, you put your faith in me.”

Silence fell over the courtyard. “Harry Potter is dead!” he cheered once more. The Death Eaters erupted in cruel laughter and claps. Voldemort looked jubilant. 

I wrapped my arms around Draco’s torso. My lips quivered, and I tried to compose myself. Draco petted my hair, hushing me. I could tell he was terrified.

Voldemort held out his arms toward the Hogwarts students. “And now is the time to declare yourselves with us. Or not.”

Lucius suddenly called for Draco, beckoning him forward. Draco nudged me, steeling his expression. He pushed me aside and walked toward Voldemort. I followed hi. I would always follow him. I knew that the Hogwarts students thought less of me as I did so. But I did not care. Draco was what was important now that Harry was dead.

Voldemort looked pleased as we emerged from the crowd. He opened his arms wide to us. Draco grabbed my hand. His entire body was shaking. 

“Ah! Well done, Draco, Y/n. Well done.” He enveloped us both in a cold, loose hug, his scales hands patting our backs. “I have something to return to you, young Y/n.” From his pocket, he withdrew my wand. 

I nodded my head as thanks. Draco tugged me over to the Death Eaters. Lucius pulled us over. Narcissa wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me close. Some tears escaped. Draco wiped them away carefully.

Neville began hobbling forward. Voldemort rudely remarked,” Well, I must say, I was hoping for better.” The crowd erupted in laughter. But not us. “And who might you be, young man?”

“Neville Longbottom.”

More laughter. I covered my ears with my hands. Narcissa shushed and cradled me.

“Well, Neville, I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks.”

“I’d like to say something,” he exclaimed.

I noticed how tense Voldemort became. “Well, Neville, I’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“Doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die here every day! Friends, family… Yeah. We lost harry tonight. But he’s still with us. In here!” He motioned to his heart. I noticed that Voldemort had raised his wand. “So is Fred. Remus. Tonks. All of them. They didn’t die in vain.” He bravely turned to Voldemort. “But you will. Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart does beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over!”

He unsheathed a sword. Suddenly, Harry’s corpse fell on the ground. But then I realized - it was no corpse. He truly was alive. He was resurrected!

I realized that Voldemort was about to cast a spell on Harry. “Stupefy!” I shrieked, stunning Voldemort. I departed from the crowd, a surge of confidence and bravery blossoming in my bosom. I had to do it. For Harry. For Draco.

Harry stunned Voldemort again. He took off, disappearing behind the courtyard columns. Voldemort moaned in aggravation. Voldemort sent one spell his way; a wave of fire and smoke. However, he veered toward me. 

The world around me seemed to slow.

“Avada…

“Kadavra!” he bellowed. 

I tried my best to refute it, but it was about to hit me. It was oh-so close. I was going to die. 

It was as though my life flashed before my eyes. So many good memories. With friends. With family. With Draco, the love of my life. I let out a scream of terror as my wand clattered to the ground. A large weight fell on me. I thought that it was weight of my heart dropping dead. 

My head hurt. My body ached. Something was on top of me.

Screams and battle roars erupted. But, the weight was suddenly pushed off me. I opened my eyes. Nothing had happened.

Nothing had happened.

I scrambled to my hands and knees. As I connected the dots, from scrapes on my knees to Draco’s limp body. I realized. I screamed. Oh, but the screaming was not enough. I pulled his head onto lap, slapping and twisting his head every which way in hopes he would wake up. 

The war was raging around me. I knew we were winning the war. But I did not care. He was dead. I had killed him. I was the reason he was dead. Because I felt the need to be brave, when all I was supposed to do was watch from the sidelines.

Narcissa collapsed beside me, clutching her boy’s hands. She was sobbing so loudly as Lucius cradled her. I could not tell if I was crying. My mouth was open, but I did not know if anything was coming out.

“Please,” I squeaked. “Please wake up!” I continued shaking his body. “Please, Draco, please…”

Narcissa moved to me and held me in her arms. I sobbed into her cloak, the sheer agony unbearable. I noticed Narcissa grab my wand from beside her. I looked up at her crying eyes as she held the wand to my head.

“Bewitching somnum.”

~~~

“…Harry Potter is coming toward us.”

Lucius. He sounded shaken up.

“I want that boy dead. He’s the reason my… my son,” Narcissa’s speech transformed into gibberish as she broke down in sobs.

I was on the ground. Memories flooded me. Voldemort. Harry. Draco.

I sat up. The sky was clear. The rubbish around me was what was left of Hogwarts castle. Narcissa rubbed my back. She was with Lucius. I was… on the bridge. The air was silent. I knew that we had won. But… Draco… it did not feel like it.

Not without you here.

Tears threatened to fall as Harry, Hermione, and Ron stopped in front of us. Harry offer me a hand, pulling me to my feet. I enveloped him in a warm, welcoming hug.

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” I whispered.

“I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you. For Draco.”

The mention of his name was too much. I began sobbing violently. Harry her me to his chest. But Harry rubbed circles on my back. I heard Narcissa sobbing behind me with Lucius. 

He sounded far too chipper. I knew he had defeated Voldemort, but I did not need him to gloat. “There, there. You don’t want to be all tired out.”

“He’s dead, Harry. The love of my life is gone!” I shrieked, pushing him away. I went to bury my head in my hands, but Harry began fishing around in his pocket. He withdrew a small, square stone with encryptions. I could’ve sworn that my heart stopped beating as I stared at the stone. “Is… is that…”

“Come along, then, Y/n. We don’t want to keep him waiting,” Hermione giggled, stepping around Harry to tug on my arm. “You too, Malfoys. I’m sure you’ll be delighted to see your son again.”

I turned to the Malfoys. I nodded to them, biting back a smile. They look confused. Baffled, even. For good reason. But… I knew. Harry had come to save the day once more. I grabbed both of their lower arms. As Harry led us back to the courtyard - former battlefield -, I sent them a reassuring smile. 

Harry had found the Resurrection Stone.

My heart trembled with excitement as I dropped on my hands and knees in front of Draco’s body. Narcissa kept crying, thinking that it would be some sort of funeral. But Harry grabbed my hand and dropped the Resurrection stone in.

“How… do I use it?” I asked carefully, steeling myself.

“You turn your hand over three times.”

I turned to Draco once more, swiping his ivory locks out of his filth-covered face. I flipped my hand over. One. I flipped it over again. Two. And for the final flip.

Three.

Nothing happened. In that moment, I wanted to pass out. Had I done it wrong?

I kept shaking my hand, but Harry grabbed me, stopping. I sent him a furious glare, but it dissipated as he motioned to the sky. I looked up.

A large, black wisp was descending from the sky. I watched adamently as it circled over Draco’s body. My jaw had dropped a long time ago, but it did twice as much now. Within the inky smoke, I could see memories. Starting from when he was a wee child, playing in the lake with his mother, to when he was with me. All up til now.

The wisp then dissolved against Draco’s suit. For a minute, nothing happened. But I moved to cup his cheeks, turning his head over in my hands. Narcissa and Lucius crouched beside me, just as mystified. 

And that’s when I felt it. 

The warmth returned to his pale, lifeless cheeks. His fingers began to twitch. And just like that, his eyes shot open. I let out a squeal of delight, pulling him into my chest. I felt him fight, and when he pulled away, he looked bewildered.

Lucius completely broke down, pushing me away to hug his boy. A laugh escaped as I carelessly tossed the stone away. Narcissa squealed in delight and hugged both Lucius and Draco. I watched in absolutely zealous shock.

Lucius looked at me. He opened his arms. I gratefully joined in with the hug. It felt so right. But as Draco pushed us all away, clearly confused, I laughed even harder. He stared at me. “What the bloody hell happened?”

“You… you were dead, Draco,” Lucius stuttered.

Draco deadpanned. “Are you kidding?”

Narcissa held her son’s hands, tears gliding down her cheek. “Harry brought you back to life. I… I don’t know how, but…” Lucius held his wife once more, rocking her back and forth.

Draco turned to me. I could see the cogs in his brain churning as he digested this. He finally peered over at Harry, Ron and Hermione. He dusted off his pants and rose to his feet. Harry stood in front of him, smiling politely.

Draco cleared his throat. He suddenly jutted his hand out for harry to shake. “I… suppose a thank you is in order.”

I rose to my feet as well, wrapping my arms around Draco’s waist. I plopped my head on his shoulder, nuzzling against it. “Oh, Draco…. Thank you, Harry. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him… I swear, I’ll name our kids after the whole lot of you! Thank you, Harry —“

“Now that’s a bit of a reach,” Draco mumbled. 

“Not at all! Come now, Draco. How does Scorpius Harry Malfoy sound? Or - or James Malfoy? That sounds much better, actually —“

My friends erupted in laughter. Draco turned toward me and shut me up with a kiss to my lips. I absolutely melted in his grasp, just like the first time we confessed. When he pulled away, he rolled his eyes. “I love you, but I refuse to name my kid after Potter. No offense, Potter.”

“None taken, Draco.”

I sent him a cheeky grin. “Oh, well, we’ll have to see bout that, won’t we?”

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E.A. Deverell - FREE worksheets (characters, world building, narrator, etc.) and paid courses;

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SMAU- YOUR CHILD TAKES YOUR PHONE

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

Note: I could not do so much baby talking 😭 so most are a child who can spell

Addendum to the warnings: spitting.

Synopsis: Your quiet village life is suddenly upended one foggy morning as forgein ships beach on the wet sand of your Isle. You know they can only be after one thing, your sister, for she is gifted with Sight. Sworn to protect her, you urge her to run and hide while you assess the damage only to find that you are both greatly out matched and out numbered. Will you be willing to fight the Gods to insure your sister's safety or will you accept the hand you were dealt?

Chapter One : July 10th

Chapter Two: July 17th

Chapter Three: July 24th

Chapter Four: July 31st

Chapter Five: August 7th

Chapter Six: August 14th

Chapter Seven: August 21st

Final Chapter: August 28th

Note: If anything is spelled wrong or there are any grammatical errors, do not come for me. This was a fic inspired by a piece of fanart that I wrote in less than 72 hours start to finish. Please just enjoy my labor of love and hyperfixation.

Taglist:

@bakugotrashpanda @kingkatsuki @mindninjax @thewheezingwyvern

(I am no longer doing a tag list for this fic or for anything in the future for personal reasons. Thank you)

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

Omg how is it even possible to spend more than 100k in 2 days after u got the salary?!

Is it even okay that EVERYTHING IS SUPER EXPENSIVE WTF WITH THIS WORLD