Oooo

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)

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.

TAYLOR SWIFT

swifties: her dress represents the pain and torture she’s faced throughout the years as the loose chains in the design are her way of saying she’s metaphorically breaking free from the scrutiny

taylor: *picking out the dress* yeah that’s cute

😎😎🥵🥵👏👏😈

😩😩😩

Lover- Taylor Swift

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

Awww that’s my James

james fleamont potter headcanons because i love him

he eats a red apple every fucking morning

might not have a slutty waist but sure as hell he has slutty hands

he loves kissing his friends

he smiles a lot

he'll be a dayglow stan

he loves frozen

he sleeps with two arms under his pillow and sleeps on his stomach using all the space in the fucking bed

his writing is kinda horrible

he's so good at math without even trying, like he's just good at math

book smart but an absolute idiot with 0 common sense

he likes to read poetry

he calls his parents after every minor inconvenience

he'll tell depressed people to do sports lol "Remus come on quidditch will help you with your angry issues! Exercise is the key!"

he's childhood friends with marls and peter

he's lactose intolerant but loves ice cream too much

he smelled like cologne and herbs

his fav seasons are summer and winter

he cried when he found out Santa Claus wasn't real

he was one of those kids with a kid leash because he kept running away from effie

he loved going to the zoo and his fav animals are giraffes and elephants

he waves his head when he's listening to music and pretends to have a microphone and sings and dance no matter where he is

he does that hot thing with the pencil

he actually has a really good voice and dances pretty well

he loves being in his childhood house

his favourite food are effie's apple pies

he tried to learn spanish and sometimes he mixes the words but his accent is awful

he sings 'happy birthday' while washing his hands, and instead of drying them with towels he'll just shake them

he's always carrying food for Remus and Regulus because they don't eat enough because they forget

him and sirius look like a couple and they can't spend more than one day apart from eachother

he had a golden retriever growing up because he always wanted a brother and his parents thought it was a better and more available idea

he had an obsession with dinosaurs growing up

he has a diary

he loves baking but kinda sucks at it

he has the most beautiful eyelashes, and the prettiest smile ever seen and he's very aware of it

he has an hyperactive imagination (ADHD)

sings in the shower

a hardcore swiftie

this man has all five love languages

a morning person this man is up at 5:30 and he's so happy about it like james it's okay sleep well bby

he cries in every romance movie, and in every Disney movie, he just can't help himself

dad jokes bad dad jokes and you'll laugh because his jokes are so bad

HE HAS FUCKING DIMPLES.

"James 'the ally' potte-" GUNSHOTS!!! wdym about ally? he's literally pansexual

he didn't even knew he was pansexual because he thought everyone fell in love regardless the gender of the other person

he'll respect women more than himself

he had a crush on moony on 4 year, then he realized it was a platonic thing

What colour is maths, red or blue?

The marauder’s one argument!

This is so pretty

Hermione and Ginny! Best Girls! Best Girls! 💕

I wanted to play around with some brushes and this happened. Best thing to happen haha!

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❌no reposts without permission

⚡️I do not support JKR or her opinions.

Oooooo

Instead of telling someone you don’t like to “go to hell” try telling them to “go buy a Tesla. “ One guarantees there will be flames, and the other is a fictional place

Oh Lord

Sirius: Why isn't the statue smirking at me? Lily: It isn't smirking at anyone, they're all just imagining it. James: Three of us saw it, Lily. How do you explain that? Lily: *points at James* Sleep deprivation. *points at Regulus* Paranoia. *points at Peter* Delusional personality disorder.