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summary: two things in this world belong to bucky. his tags, and you.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings/synopsis: possessive bucky, smut, that gah’ damn metal arm. basically bucky getting sick of everyone trying to cop a feel of his best girl. based off of this ask

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Polaroids

(Peter Parker x stark!reader)

Summary: May gets Peter a camera for his birthday, and ever since then he can’t stop taking pictures of you. He always kept them in a box in his room, but one day someone finally finds them. 

Warning: SMUT, fluff, language 

Word Count: 4.1 K

A/N: Okay I’m sorry guys, just bare with me. I’ll open requests soon, it’s just I’ve got a lot of work and i don’t have a lot of time to just sit and write. But stay with me ;) Also if anyone finds a way for me to post smut on another link that won’t get taken down my tumbler, please hit me up!

Peter clicked the shutter button, capturing your pose. He continued to take pictures of you doing random stuff.

“What’s interesting about Chemistry homework Peter?” You asked, as Peter put the Polaroid down on your desk, letting the picture appear gradually.

“Nothing, but its you who’s doing it and you look beautiful,” Peter answers, sitting in front of you and continuing to snap pictures.

“I’m wearing sweats and hoodie,” you reply, as you look back down at your work.

“Your beautiful no matter what,” Peters says smiling brightly. Your cheeks heat up at Peters words and you lean in giving your boyfriend a kiss.

“Your cliche,” You mumble into his lips, Peter smiles against you.

“Anyways, I also need pictures for photography class.” He scoots back in front of you as you let out a whine, missing his touch.

“Can you just hold me,” You say, sounding a little too needy. Peter couldn’t help but laugh, your lips forming into a pout.

“One kiss,” he says, putting his camera aside and crawling back to you. He sits in front of you, his hands cupping you cheeks. You sit up a little, so that your back his straight against your bed. Peter leans in, connecting his lips to your soft ones. His tongue moves against your bottom lip, swiping across. You open your mouth, letting Peter slip his tongue in. A quiet moan escapes your lips. His hands slip under your hoodie, holding your bare waist, going up a little. Your arms come around Peters neck, pulling him down, closer to you. But before anything else could happen, Peter pulls away with a soft laugh. “Let’s stop here before we get off track.”

Peter tries to pull away, but you hold on tight. Peter laughs at your neediness, and kisses your neck. Your eyes close, as you feel Peters lips. God they were so soft and gentle and wet. “Baby, you have to finish your work, and I have to take pictures.” Peter continues to kiss around your neck, you letting out heavy breathes. But soon he snaps out of the trance that is you, and pulls away. You whine as Peters hands slip out of your hoodie and move back to his camera. You give him an annoyed look.

“Come on angel, we can do this later. Let’s just finish.” Peter says, moving into a comfortable position to take pictures.

“Fine.” You huff, laying on your stomach as you look back down at your chemistry textbook.

A few minutes past, and the feeling between your legs won’t go away. Peter moves to your desk, spreading the pictures he took of you, smiling at them as he did. That’s when you finally thought of a genius plan.

Peter comes back sitting in his spot. That’s when you start.

“Hey Peter?” You say sitting up. Peter umms a yes, not setting the camera down as he continued to snap pictures. “Is it hot in here?”

“No, not really,” he answers not thinking twice about it. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you lift your hoodie over your head, leaving you in just your bra. You see Peters breathe hitch in his throat. The camera comes down, as he begins to stutter.

“W-what are you doing?” You shrug, looking back down at your work.

“It was just getting hot.” You look up at him through your lashes, his camera was on his lap and not up by his eye. “Is that alright?” Peter stutters more.

“Y-yea, t-that’s just-just fine,” he lifts the camera back up to his eye, as he takes a big gulp. Peters eyes couldn’t help but trace over your body. He found himself admiring the way your sweats hanged loosely on your hips, and the way your hair came perfectly around your shoulders, just drawing attention to your breasts.

You shifted again, this time leaning against your bed, discreetly pushing your chest out. Peter licks his lips. That’s when you move to the next step. You lift your hips off the ground, tugging your sweats down your legs until they were fully off.

Peter froze. “Y/n?”

“Yes?” You answer, as you look at Peter with pure innocence.

“N-nothing,” Peter says quickly. You look down trying to hide the smirk forming on your lips. You then lay down your stomach, Peter still in front. You wanted Peter to catch on what you were wearing. And he does. His eyes look over at your ass, you were wearing his favorite red thong, unexpectedly. Peter hasn’t taken one picture, since you’ve taken your pants off.

“Your not taking pictures?” Peters eyes quickly go to meet yours.

“O-oh y-yea,” you sit up slowly, letting your cleavage show as you get up. You sit on your knees, your head cocking to the side a little. Peter finally got to see the full piece clear as day. You were wearing the whole set, he didn’t really notice because of all your moving but now that you were sitting up, he saw it all.

“Hey Peter? Don’t you need some pictures of people posing? Not just random shots?” Peters eyes lingered on your body but ultimately looking at your eyes again. He nodded slowly, knowing exactly what you were thinking. “I can pose for you. If you want?” Your voice low, and seductive.

“Y-yea,” Peter says as he shifted in his position. As Peter moved a little, your eyes flickered down to the very, clear and evident bulge growing. You licked your lips, as you stood up.

“I’m going to lay on the bed. Ok?” You say turning around and swaying your hips as you made your way to the bed.

“Ye-yea o-ok.” Peter didn’t move an inch, his body frozen as you crawled on the bed, finally laying in the middle. You wait a couple seconds before turning to Peter.

“You coming?” Peter quickly gets up, pulling at his pants a little. He moves to the end of the bed, holding his camera up. “So what should I do?” You rest back on your elbows, your legs crossed at the ankles, and your eyes staring straight into Peters.

“A-anything,” you nod, laying side ways on the bed. Peter starts taking pictures, one after the other. You then move your hands up, entangling themselves in your hair. Peter moves around the bed, trying to get every angle, and finding the best lighting. Your roll around in the bed, giving Peter different poses, every now and then you’d bit your lips, and look down at his cock, making people shiver. Then you start to pose sitting on your knees, your legs spread apart and hands on the waistband of your thong.

“Fuck baby,” Peter says under his breathe. You look down, Peter harder then ever, and that’s when you move on with your plan. You stay in that position, your hands coming around your back, unclipping your bra. Peters fingers freeze, lowering the camera slightly. He watches as you let the straps fall down your arms, and throwing it aside. His eyes go over your erect nipples, just thinking of sucking them.

You then move into a different pose, Peter continues to snap pictures of you, but his boner making him uncomfortable. Every new pose your in, makes Peter want you more and more. And that was your plan. Finally your on the last step of your devilish plan. You lay against your headboard, lifting your hips up, and slowly slipping the thong down your legs. You move slow and careful, your eyes looking into Peters. And when the thong is off, you spread your legs out, as your finger trail down your heat. Dipping your finger into your core, you let out a quiet moan, which sends Peter to take his last photo.

“Fucking hell baby!” He slings his camera over his head, placing it on your nightstand, jumping on the bed. His body settles between you legs, his lips attaching to your nipple right away. Your head falls back as Peter sucks and bites on your nipple. You hold his head close to your chest as he moves to your other breast. You let out a moan, making Peter eyes shoot up. He quickly sits up, getting his sweater over his head then standing on top of the bed. He shakes out of his pants and boxers. His cock, twitching and you could already see the pre-cum forming at the head.

“Look what you did to me,” You smile up at Peter, as he sits down again.

“I was just posing,” You say teasingly. Peter lays you back down on the bed, as he kisses your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and grinding against you.

“Fuck Peter.” You moan as you buck your hips up, needing him. Peter let’s out a laugh, as he brings his face close to yours.

“So needy,” Peter says as he lowers himself down your body.

“Please,” You say quietly. Peter hands rubs your sides as he takes a bold lick up your folds. He then slips his tongue between your folds, sucking roughly on your clit, your hands holding his curls. He then dips his tongue into your core, as he tongue-fucked you. The feeling sent shivers through your body, bucking your hips up. Peter held your waist, pushing down a little.

“Stay still angel, I’ve got you.” You nod as Peter goes back to your throbbing pussy.

Soon enough, after a few more flicks of his tongue, you come. Peter takes in all of your sweetness, as he licks around, not living anything behind. Your chest is heaving, Peter coming back up. His thumb wipes the sides of his mouth, licking off what’s left. He then takes your lips into his.

“You taste so good,” he says into your lips. You look up at Peter, eyeing his very hard, very erect cock.

“Can I ride you?” You ask looking back up at Peter. He smiles at you, his cheeks flush.

“Yea.” Peter flips the both of you over, you straddle his torso, leaning down to kiss him. Your lips trail to his neck, taking the time to suck and nibble. Peter holds your ass, as your hands tangle in his hair. You reach over Peter’s head to the nightstand, grabbing a condom, your breasts in his face, Peter gives you a teasing lick on your nipple. You laugh at the gesture coming back and moving back to straddle his thighs. You pumped his cock with your hand then slipping the condom on Peters cock. He then helps you sink down onto him.

“Fuck y/n,” Peter moans, his head falling back against the pillows. That’s when you start to rock your hips, grinding into his dick. Finally picking up the pace. You move up and down his length, Peter holding your waist as you moaned loudly.

“Shit Peter!” Your hair falling to one side. Peter bends his knees, bucking his hips up meeting yours. Your hands hold his chest, moans leaving both your lips. “Ohh fuck Peter, fuck!” You then start to move faster.

“Y/n, shit baby!” The pace giving Peter a better feeling. He was so close, his head thrown back and eyes shut. “B-baby, come for me,” you continue to ride Peters cock. He then brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing rough circles, trying to make you come before he does.

“I’m close-Fuck I’m s-so close-“ You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. Peter continues to thrust up.

“Come for me angel, come all over my cock,” Peters words sending you over the edge. Your head goes back, your hands gripping his shoulder, letting out a throat ripping moan. Peter comes right after you, one hand still holding your waist as the other gripped the bed sheet tightly, so his super strength wouldn’t hurt you.

You both come down from your highs. Peters hands rubbing up and down your thighs as you pushed your hair back, your fingers combing through. The sweat on your skin seemed to glow from what Peter saw and his eyes widen. “Stay there!”

“What?” You hold still, afraid that something bad will happen. But that thoughts out of the window when Peter reaches for his camera. Peter’s soft cock is still inside you, the feeling relaxing. He fixes himself underneath you, tilting the camera up at an angle. The camera frame showing you from your torso up.

“You look breathtaking babe,” he says as he snaps the perfect shot. Peter pulls the paper out placing it on the nightstand. You then drop your hands, as they smooth over his golden chest.

“Thank you Peter.” You say leaning down, so your only inches from his face.

“For what?” His arm wraps around your torso so your chest is flush against his.

“For everything.” Peter smiles and captures your lips. Your noses rubbing together. Peter lifts the camera to the side, as he snaps a picture of the both of you kissing. You pulled away slightly, a teasing smile on your face. “Really had to ruin the moment?”

“It was just a perfect moment, and I wanted to have it forever.” He says with a small pout. You let out a soft laugh kissing his lips again. You then rest your head in the crook of his neck closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his torso. You kissed his neck lovingly, as Peters fingers ran up and down your spin soothingly. “Can I take more pictures of you,” Peter asks softly.

You smile against his neck, “I can’t stop you,” Peter kisses the side of your head as brings the camera up this time snapping a pic of you laying on him. He continues to snap more and more pictures, placing each one on the nightstand. You sit up on his torso, as Peter snapped pictures of you. He cupped your breast, snapping one of his hand holding your breast as you closed your eyes. He also got pictures of you holding your breasts, and of you touching him. He also took many pictures, angled a little further down, showing your whole body, which showed Peter resting inside you.

“You feel so good around me,” Peter says, shifting underneath you. Your cheeks blush.

“Can I take pics of you?” Peter lowers the camera, raising his eyebrows.

“Yea sure,” he hands you his camera, you turn the lense so its angled down at Peter. Peter puts and arm behind his neck, the other ones continuing to rub your thighs.

“You look hot like this,” You say from behind the camera, Peter laughs at your words.

“Like this?” He repeats.

“Yea, your post-sex look is a major turn on.” Peter laughs as he moves both his hands behind his neck, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Is it now?” You roll your eyes, continuing to take pictures.

“Don’t have to be cocky.”

“I’m not being cocky!”

“Yea you are.”

“Fine I am, but that’s because your post-sex look is so much hotter than how I look.” His hands come around his head, dragging his fingertips up your thighs. “Your the hottest girl ever I’ve ever laid eye’s on. And the pictures of you are sexy as hell. Can’t wait to show them to my class.” Your eyes widen, lowering the camera.

“Nonononono, you cant show them the pictures of me, it’ll leak everywhere and what will happen when my dad finds out, and not just that, what about me, Peter! People will think I’m a weird seductive freak-“ Peters head falls back as he laughs. He lifts his body up, so he’s wrapping his arms around your body, his forehead against yours.

“I’m kidding y/n. I’d be damned if I let anyone see my girlfriend with nothing less then a shirt and pants on.” Peter kisses your lips. “Only I get to see all of this.” You smile against Peters lips.

“Ok, I trust you.” Peter kisses your forehead, your eyes closing at the feeling.

- - - - one month later - - - - -

“Parker, where’s your old suit, the one I first made you.” Tony shouted from the hallway. Peter was in the lab fixing his webshooters.

“On my desk, in the third drawer!” He shouted back, still focusing on what’s in front of him. Tony walks to Peters room, going over to his desk. He went to the third drawer opening it, and as like he said, there the suit laid. Tony picked it up examining the old suit, a soft smile on his lips. He was just then about ready to close the drawer before he found an opened box of polaroids underneath.

From the Polaroids he could see, they were cute and funny pictures of you, so he decided to take the whole box out, wanting to see more cute pictures of his daughter. He places the suit on top of the desk, as he collected all the Polaroids in a pile. Tony flipped through the pictures, smiling at Peters skills and the good pictures he’d captured of your laughs and smiles. He knew the two of you were together, he knew Peter was a good kid. But what he didn’t know is what happened in your relationship until now.

Tony froze, a picture of his daughter, with only her bra and sweats on. Tony shook his head, thinking of it as only one picture. Flipping to the next picture finding you wearing the same thing, this time the more he flipped the lesser clothes you had on until it was nothing. He doesn’t see the rest only going to the very end, finding the ones where Peter was holding your breasts, at least it didn’t show your breasts or below your torso, but the overprotective father feeling boiled in Tony. And then when he sees the pictures you took of Peter, showing your thighs straddling his torso, and Peter shirtless rubbing your thighs, he lost it.

Tony forgets about the suit, storming out of the room, moving down the hall. “Y/N IN THE LAB NOW!!” Your head shoots up from your card game with Bucky. You look at Bucky questionly, but he just shrugs, not knowing anything.

“I’ll be back, don’t look at my cards!” You shout, as you jog to your dad’s lab. When you walk in you find your dad standing on the opposite end of the table Peter was working on. You walk up slowly, your eyes furrowed together confused. You notice Peter has the same expression on his face. You turn your attention back to Tony, eyes moving between you and Peter, and one hand behind his back. “What’s up?” Tony doesn’t say a word. 

“Mr. Stark you good?” Peter joins in.

“Dad-” Tony takes a step forward, you and Peter on the other side of the table watching him carefully. 

“How old are the two of you?” Tony says, not acknowledging what you and Peter had said before. 

“Eightteen,” you both answer. 

“And what did I say?” You cock your head to the side.

“You say a lot of things dad, you have to be a little more specific.” Tony stares you and Peter down, you notice his chest heave. 

“What did I say about sex?” Your eyes widen, and Peter shifts in his position.

“W-what?” Tony rolls his eyes, getting the polaroids from behind his back, dropping them on the table between the three of you. They spread across the table, your eyes widening, at the actual nudes of you and Peter. Peter coughs violently, as his cheeks heat you. You feel yourself turn red, the embarrassment burning through your skin! 

“What’s this?! You had sex? You had fucking sex!” Tony points at the both of you with his index fingers. “And you took PICTURES?! YOU TOOK PICTURES WHEN YOU WERE HAVING SEX?!” 

“It’s not a big deal dad,” you say, trying your best not to melt right then and there.

“Not a BIG DEAL? YOU GUYS TOOK PICTURES WHEN YOU WERE HAVING SEX!” Tonys hands ran through his hair.

“T-techincally, we took em a-after we had sex,” Your heads snaps to Peter.

“Peter?!” Peter’s face was beat red and Tony could feel his growing anger. 

“Why? whywhywhywhywhwhyyyyyyy! Why have sex? Why?” You rub the back of your neck, as you rock on your heels. 

“We wanted to, and we’ve been together for almost a nine months now, and I’ve known Peter for like two years, and it’s not like it was our first time doing it together-” Your quickly shuts. Tony’s eyes widen.

“You’ve done it more than once!” Tony turns to Peter, “You did my daughter more than ONCE!” Peter was rubbing his hands together, feeling his sweat build up. 

“Y-yea,” Peter answers quietly, finally looking into Tony’s eyes. “But Mr. Stark… I’m not just having sex with y/n because of her- well I mean yea I’m having sex with her because its her, but not because I want her body- wait - no I mean yea I do that’s why we’re having sex because of that reason- but I mean like I’m not just having sex with her and leaving,” Tony cocks his head to the side, confused at Peter’s rambling, “W-what I’m trying to say is that I chose to give her that part of me because…because I-I love her.” Peter eyes turn to look into your wide ones. “I love you y/n.” His voice is soft. Your heart jumps out of your chest. Peter feels his nerves go up to a max, you were quiet, did he scare you, shit he shouldn’t have said that-

You leap into Peters arms, you hold his body close to yours, pulling back with a huge, goofy-smile on your lips. “I love you too Peter,” Peter’s bright, beautiful smile, takes up his face. He leans down connecting your lips. Your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It was the perfect kiss, his lips against yours and they were so soft and good-

“Hello???” You and Peter pull away, turning to look back at your father. “Not in front of me.” Both your cheeks heat up, “And you guys better be using protection, I don’t need miny Peters and Y/n’s running around.” Tony had to admit it, he loved the both of you. You were his daughter, and Peter was the greatest kid he’s ever met, he couldn’t think of a better couple. Peter nods his head frantically.

“Y-Yea obviously Mr. Stark, we have a lot of condoms, I bought a lot, and I always have one on me, well not like on me on cuz that’s weird but like I keep some in my bag and-” You elbow better in the ribs, he lets out a small groan. Tony shakes his head, as he rubs his face. When he drops his hands, his eyes go back to the polaroids, and quickly look back between the both of you. 

“Why take pictures though?” Peter cheeks heat up. 

“I-I had to take pictures for photography and um well, after uh, you can say ‘break’, she just looked so beautiful and I wanted to have that memory.” Tony shakes his head, trying to get the image out of his daughter and Peter doing it..

“Take these pictures, I never want to see them.” Peter quickly grabs the pictures. “And you better hide them better, because if these leak they will be everywhere.” Your eyes widen, and you turn to Peter. Tony laughs at the both of you. “Now scam.” Tony turns around going back to his work, shaking his head as the smile on his face can’t seem to get off. 

You and Peter run out of the lab, hand and hand. 

“You were really just about to expose our sex life like that?” You laugh remembering Peter’s rambling a few seconds ago.

“You know I ramble when I’m nervous or when I think your dad is going to kill me!” 

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breathe — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

prompt: her death leaves behind a void in draco’s chest nothing can ever fill.

t/w: death and mentions of anxiety

requests are open. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

Five months.

He’s gone five months without her. And he’s determined to keep going—he has to. He has to. 

But goddamn does it bloody well hurt.

—

In the middle of a quiet cemetery stands a boy in a black suit and a cluster of white roses clasped in his hands, eyes staring but unseeing as he stands over one of the countless tombstones with his heart in his throat and what feels like a gaping hole inside his chest.

“I miss you.”

Snow falls from the sky. Bits of it sink deep into the fabric of his suit, fall into his hair, some onto his face. But Draco doesn’t feel it, the bite of the cold. His knuckles may have turned a pinkish red from the frost and his blond hair may have turned stiff from the flakes of snow stuck in it, but he doesn’t feel cold.

He’s been cold for five months now. He can’t feel it anymore.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

It has, says the voice inside his head that keeps him company when he feels the loneliest—when the pain becomes too much to bear—the voice that he knows isn’t real and hates that it isn’t. The one that sounds painfully like her.

“Yeah,” Draco continues, bottom lip trembling, and it’s not because of the snow. “I’m doing okay.” He lies. Keeps lying. “I think I’m getting better.”

He’s not. He can’t get better, not when he sees traces of her everywhere, even when she isn’t really there.

He sees a wooden desk and remembers her with her head bowed over a sheet of parchment, tongue poking out of her lips in concentration as she chides him—"Not now, Draco, I’m studying“—he pulls out an old chessboard from the crevices of his closet and remembers her grinning in triumph over winning a particularly intense chess game even though he lost on purpose—he walks past a park and remembers lying on the grass in the Hogwarts courtyard with his head in her lap and her fingers raking through his hair as she told him Muggle stories of love and tears and laughter and everything in between. Stories with happy endings; so unlike Draco’s and hers.

He squeezes his eyes shut; tears fall and trickle down his cheek onto the ground, joining the bundle of snow at his feet. 

"Life hasn’t really been the same since—”

A sob tears its way up his throat and out of his lips before he can even think about suppressing it. 

“—since you left.”

With his other hand—the hand that’s not grasping onto the bouquet of roses like it’s a lifeline—he wipes his tears away aggressively, almost angrily.

“I’ve started talking to myself a lot lately even though I know you’re not going to respond because I’ve been so used to you being here to listen and now you’re not.”

Another sob. Pathetic, says a voice inside Draco’s head. Not her voice. Never hers. She would never make him feel bad for feeling things—no, she’d crouch down next to him on the floor, wrap her arms around him and say “Everything’s going to be okay, love. I’m right here with you. Right here” and he’d look up at her and start crying even harder, because in a world where his parents expected too much from him and he was never good enough, he had her.

Or, well. He used to.

Draco clenches his fists, nails digging crescents into his skin as his breathing gets uneven and the air suddenly feels too tight. He tries to ground himself by inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth and repeating the process—

“That’s it, love. Keep breathing. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere." 

Draco took another shaky breath, trying to focus on her face even though her features were blurred and he didn’t quite know where to look through the tears obscuring his vision.

Panic attacks. He hated them. Hated the hand that felt like it had reached straight into his chest and started squeezing. Hated the tears that slipped out of his eyes almost automatically.

"It’s okay, Draco. Breathe with me.”

He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, shoulders trembling from the effort. “You’re doing such a good job, Draco,” she said gently. Draco let out a long, shuddering breath. “You’re doing so well. Now breathe. Breathe with me. In through the nose, out through the mouth—that’s it, love, keep going. In through the—the—” her voice broke. Draco couldn’t see it—and maybe it was better that way—but she’d started crying at some point.

“In through the nose,” she continued, swallowing back a sob. “Out through the mouth. I love you, Draco. You’re gonna be okay.”

“I know you’d probably get mad at me for this if you were here, but sometimes.. well.. sometimes I find myself wishing I was dead.”

And even though there’s no one around that’s listening and Draco is the only living, breathing soul among the countless graves, he feels exposed. Bare. Like he’s laid his biggest vulnerability out for the rest of the world to see. 

“I wake up everyday,” he says slowly, a crease in between his brows, "I stare up at the ceiling for a little bit. And then I get up, eat, sleep. Get up, eat, sleep. Over and over and over again.“

A pause. "It all just seems so.. pointless,” he bows his head, staring at his shoes as though he's ashamed. And he is. He’s ashamed that he’s like this—because he knows that if she were here (which she isn’t, says that annoying little voice at the back of his head) she’d smack him upside the head and say

“Don’t be ridiculous, Draco,” she rolled her eyes, glancing up for a brief moment before transferring her gaze back to the textbook in her hands. 

Draco fell quiet again, staring into the embers of the fireplace. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to ask her to drop everything and run away with him on a whim.

A few seconds passed in silence. She looked up at him again out of concern to find that he hadn’t moved at all. A twinge of sadness plucked at her chest and she sighed, closing the book with a soft snap as she set it down on the floor. 

Draco lost himself in his thoughts sometimes. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but she'd seen it enough times to know how bad it could get inside his head. It was a side of himself that he only felt comfortable enough showing to her and her only—a side that he'd kept well hidden under the facade of arrogance he always had put up.

It was when he would start thinking about—well—everything. How he never seemed to match up to his parent’s expectations no matter how hard he tried. He'd think about his obligations as the heir of one of the oldest pureblooded wizarding families. He’d think about his future and wonder if he deserved one with her with that dirty mark on his wrist.

Usually it would take quite a while to snap him out of his reverie, but tonight Draco seemed more lost in his thoughts than ever before. When she got up from the carpet to sit down next to him on the couch, his eyes were still hazy and unfocused. “Draco,” she murmured, sitting with her feet tucked underneath her as she turned to face him. “Draco?”

Her hands reached out for Draco’s, fingers slipping into the spaces between his own of their own accord. At this, he blinked, his gaze clearing, and looked at her. 

“Love,” he breathed quietly.

She pursed her lips in a small smile, squeezing his hand in hers. “I’m here,” she told him, basking in the silence of the Slytherin common room, only interrupted by the sound of her and Draco’s breathing and the crackling sounds from the fireplace. She shifted on the couch to make herself more comfortable, leaning the side of her head on Draco’s shoulder and ignoring the ache of sadness in her chest that would always come when Draco felt down.

“Galleon for your thoughts?” she whispered.

Draco unlaced her hand from his to slowly trace the lines on her palm with his index finger. “It’d take much more than a galleon, love,” he whispered back, and there was a ghost of a small smile on his lips, but it was blanketed by the worry etched deep into his face. 

The corners of her mouth tugged up into a sad smile. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to rid Draco of all the worries plaguing his head. He’d grown up surrounded by so much despair and for years he had no one but himself to carry his burden with, but now here she was. And even though she’d already done everything she could to help him—and she continued to do so every single day—it never felt like it was enough. 

“You know you can always tell me everything, yeah?” she said quietly, looking up at him from the corner of her eyes. 

Draco, with his gaze fixed on their hands, nodded. "Yeah.“

"I mean it. Always.”

He smiled, and it was a real one this time. “I know.”

The snow has stopped falling. Draco tastes tears, hot and salty, on his tongue. 

“I’m going to keep going, though,” he tells her. Hangs onto the tiny sliver of hope he has that she is out there somewhere, listening. “I’m going to.. I’m going to keep getting up and eating and sleeping until it doesn’t feel so tiring anymore. Okay?”

Silence. “Does that sound good, love?”

Like shouting into a canyon and waiting for an echo that would never come. 

“I know that’s what you’d want,” he says quietly, gritting his teeth. “For me to keep living. Not to give up. So that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Don’t give up.”

Draco snorted out a laugh. “Shouldn’t you be telling yourself that?”

He was sitting with her at their usual table in the library; the one right by the window near the restricted section. She had a Potions quiz tomorrow—Draco being the “smartass” he was (or so she called him), didn’t need to study, but she did. Him being her boyfriend, he'd offered to tutor her, unaware that it was easier said than done. She just couldn’t, for the life of her, get the terms right. 

She scoffed. “I don't need to tell myself that. I won’t give up no matter what—you, on the other hand..”

Draco scrunched his nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying you have a tendency to stop trying and call it a day.”

“That is a lie.”

“Is not.”

“Well, I suppose it depends on the task—if it’s tutoring you, then anyone’s bound to give up..”

“Hey!” she reached over the table to smack him on the shoulder. He swiftly dodged, laughing. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile on her face as she sat back down. “Maybe I should be getting a different tutor.”

“Or maybe you should just be studying harder.”

“Or maybe you should actually be trying to teach me—”

“I am!”

“—without giving up halfway!" 

Draco huffed. "Okay. Fine. Let’s try this again. What’s another word for wolfsbane?”

“Um,” a pause. “No idea. Okay. I’m sorry." 

He let out an overly dramatic sound of complaint. 

"Don’t give up, Draco,” she reminded him, fighting back a laugh. “Don’t give up.”

Draco crouches down next to the grey tombstone already decorated with all sorts of flowers from friends and family and places his own set of white roses right next to her name. With hands that won’t stop trembling, he pulls out a tiny box from his pocket.

“I was supposed to give this to you after the war,” he says quietly, presses his palm to the snow under which he knows she’s resting, looking as breathtaking as she always has with her eyes closed.

“I wish I could’ve given it to you when I had the chance, but..”

“Don’t do this to me, love.”

Draco couldn’t think straight. He gathered her into his arms and cradled her the way he had done countless times before, except this time she wasn’t smiling up at him with a familiar sparkle in her warm eyes—no, she was limp and cold and her eyes were open but unseeing. 

“No no you can't—you can’t do this to me—” Draco was gasping for breath that wasn’t there. Choking on his tears, he shook his head repeatedly, rocking back and forth on the ground, "Look at me, love, you promised you wouldn’t leave—"

In the middle of a destroyed hallway, with the battle of Hogwarts in full fledge all around him, a boy in bloodied robes and an entire ocean caught between his lashes knelt on the ground, cradling the only person who had ever mattered to him in his arms as she did exactly what he was begging her not to do—

“You can’t leave me like this, love. Don’t leave me like this, please please—”

—and died.

Left him. Just like that.

In the middle of the empty cemetery, a boy in a black suit kneels next to a tombstone, hands shaking as they gingerly set down a small, golden ring on the grave marker. Pulling out his wand, he whispers a spell and enchants the beautiful golden band to stay there for as long as the world exists.

Draco closes his eyes, inhales through his nose, exhales through his mouth.

And then he leaves. 

Just like that.

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Last update: November 6th, 2020

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: Reunion

Chapter 3: Honesty

Chapter 4: Potions

Chapter 5: You

Chapter 6: Halloween

Chapter 7: Lies

Chapter 8: Slytherins

Chapter 9: Hogsmeade

Chapter 10: Dating

Chapter 11: Desperation

Chapter 12: Healing

Chapter 13: Christmas

Chapter 14: Reality

Chapter 15: Fireworks

Chapter 16: January

Chapter 17: Magical

Chapter 18: Revelations

More Chapters will follow soon!