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OMFG!!!!!

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy x AI

He’s so hot I just ahhhhhhh

Yes then Brooklyn

My Favorite TV Shows (ranked by my followers) #05. Brooklyn Nine Nine (September 17, 2013-September 16, 2021) I’m happy to be here with my family. My super weird family with two black dads, and two latina daughters, and two white sons, and Gina, and… I don’t know what you are, some… strange baby. To the Nine-Nine!

tru dat

Tugging at my damned heart strings!!!!

(slightly nsfw)

“Mother found out about us. She says she’ll tell father if I don’t put an end to it.” Draco’s whisper-soft voice is a wrinkle in the dead night, but its effect on Hermione’s heart feels irreparable.

She sits up, his arms falling away. “Your mother is blackmailing you?”

He shrugs. “It’s more common than you’d think on my side of the pond.”

Her gaze drops from his settled eyes to the lines of muscle and scarring on his naked chest, committing every visible inch of him to memory. Their bodies are pressed against each other under the covers, soft and sated. There are angry scratches down his abdomen, where she likes to dig her fingers when he makes her see stars.

She swallows the pain, but can’t resist the tension building behind her eyes or the blurring of his silhouette. Is this his way of saying goodbye? One last blissfully oblivious shag before they part ways?

“Hey, look at me.” He curves his hand over her cheek, luring her eyes back to his. “Don’t cry.”

She looks down, ashamed that she’s emotional when this clearly means nothing to him.

“Hermione,” he says in a gentle and patient voice. “What am I to you?”

“You’re ev—” She stops herself, feeling her skin flush with heat. “Why are you asking me?” She’s struck by another wave of grief. “To wrench out my feelings before you toss me away?”

“Only trying to gauge them,” he amends, brushing his thumb across her lips. “I find myself at a crossroads and need your guidance.” His hand sails down her neck to her shoulder, where his thumb draws lazy patterns on her skin. “You see, there’s this girl, and while she and I started off as something rebellious and unattached, I fell for her. And now I don’t know what to do.”

Her stomach swoops, drawing forth a hundred manic butterflies. “My guidance, you say?”

“I’d be very grateful.”

“Well, I hear this girl’s rather clever and could find a way to make it work even without his family’s obnoxious hoard of wealth.” She weaves her fingers through his, staring at the signet ring on his finger. “So my advice to you is, stay with her… because she’s fallen too.”

He raises her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. Candlelight splashes over his fair lashes, turning his amused gaze molten. “I was hoping she’d say that.”

She climbs onto his lap, using her free hand to maneuver herself over him and into her. They sigh deeply, their gazes locked, their hands still weaved together. “Stay with me, Draco,” she murmurs against his lips, turning the plea into a deep kiss.

He turns them over so her curls splay out across both pillows and he’s hovering above her. He takes his time examining her face, neck, collarbone, chest, and their connected bodies, before building a slow rhythm with their hips. His breathing grows heavy, the weight of his gaze heavier. She feels connected to him in all ways two people can be connected, and a shade tender after believing she’d lost him for good.

“I will,” he says between open-mouthed kisses. “There was never any doubt who I belonged to. I just needed to know you felt the same way.”

(545 words, prompt from twitter: blackmail)

Okay

violence

As someone who comes from this background, I completely agree. It’s just amazing.

there are two types of children who come out of abusive homes. Sirius and Regulus are them, that’s why they are always at odds.

Sirius knows how precious sleep is, he can sleep anywhere anytime at the drop of a hat

Regulus can’t let himself sleep. Even safe and alone he feels so uncomfortable and can’t sleep until his eyes droop and he can’t fight anymore

Sirius’ rage turns hot and passionate, an angry fire blazing

Regulus’ rage turns cold and calculate, concentrated into fine points of cruelty

Sirius feels everything all too much, consuming all of him until he cannot feel himself anymore

Regulus feels so little that he cannot navigate his own emotions, and when he feels something strong it consumes every part of him

Sirius begs for contact and touch with everyone he knows, to confirm they are there, and to soothe him

Regulus’ skin pricks when he is touched, no matter how much he loves them. He can’t handle close proximity

Sirius hides his pain with a smile

Regulus hides behind dead eyes

and yet they are still, two scared and traumatised boys, hiding.

they hid in that house, and they hide now, with the people they love most.

because that’s the Black brothers. they hide.

because they don’t know how to be found.

but they’re begging

they are begging to be found.

Emma and Taylor!!!!

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