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Cal has a “arguing with mare” stance and it is that of someone going into physical battle

Since quarantine is super boring here's a list of books recommendations (kinda long):

Feel free to add recommendations too!!!

Red Queen:

"Red Queen” is a young adult fantasy novel by Victoria Aveyard which follows how seventeen-year-old Mare Barrow's discovery that she, a peasant-born Red, has the special powers of the elite ruling Silvers and changes the course of her country's future" lots of politics, a lot of strong female characters. One of my fav books in the entire world and my entire personality is based on Mare Barrow. Also the love interest in the story is hot af. This series inspired like 90% of my writing.

Graceling:

"Graceling is the story of Katsa, a young warrior and her journey to self discovery. Throughout the Seven Kingdoms some people are born with what is known as a Grace. Those who are Graced are exceptionally skilled but each unique and specialized; some can swim like a fish while others can run faster than anyone else." This book is probably the most clever book I've ever read. It's got a good representation of abusive parents/caregivers, a blind poc love interest. The main character is the baddest b*tch in the universe and I will let her step on my face.

Fire:

"A monstrously beautiful young girl must come to terms with her powers, powers that her father used to cause chaos and death in the kingdom. This story is set on an alternate fantasy world where people and wild animals can be born with magical powers that can enthrall normal folk into doing their bidding. Part of this magic is linked to their unearthly beauty which is used by most ordinary people to recognize, avoid and hate these monsters. Having this power not only means you have unnatural beauty and that you can enthrall others, but that you can also read their minds. Fire is a human form of one of these rare monsters and she's grown up with a cruel and infamous Father, Lord Cansrel, who used his powers to cause the downfall of the kingdom called the Dells." I ADORE this book. A lot of time when people write a character who's woc they tend to make her "strong female character" personality very basic and just "a girl who can punch" but in this novel, Fire (the main character) is so much more than that. She's an absolute sweetheart who must be protected at all costs but also a badass who overcame abuse and loss of loved ones and learnt to love herself. The main character owns my heart and all my uwu's.

Bitterblue:

"Bitterblue is a queen that must reign over a kingdom still healing from the cruelty of their previous King. Bitterblue is the daughter of a psychopathic, power-hungry and sadistic Father, King Leck of Monsea. She lives in world where people with different left and right colored eyes are Graced." Okay so this book doesn't have a lot of "action" in it. Not many fighting scenes and it's mostly about discovering secerts and sneaking around but the way the plot develops and the way everything unfolds is really brilliant and shocking. I couldn't put this book down for an entire weekend. Also Bitterblue is relatable af.

Vampire Academy:

"Vampire Academy is a series of six young adult paranormal romance novels by American author Richelle Mead. It tells the story of Rosemarie "Rose" Hathaway, a seventeen/eighteen-year-old Dhampir girl, who is training to be a guardian of her Moroi best friend, Vasilisa "Lissa" Dragomir." I know a lot of vampire stories are very clichè but this series has a really original concept of vampires and a incredible plot. I grew up on this series (it's not a children's book tho) and it's the reason why I started reading in english.

Bloodlines (Vampire Academy's Spin-Off):

"The main character and narrator is an Alchemist, Sydney Sage. Sydney's job in the mission is to act as Jill's older sister and roommate at a private boarding school in Palm Springs, California. The job of an Alchemist is to clean up vampire actions to hide and protect the human race from the vampire race" I just started the first book and I really love it, the way the plot develops is so awesome and cool and it's impossible to put this book down. Also the main character has 0 social skills which is a big mood.

His Dark Materials:

This trilogy is about two kids (Lyra Belaqua and Will Parry) from two different universes who travel in the multiverse. This is my favourite trilogy in the entire world, the writing is brilliant and the world-building is amazing. The best trilogy ever written.

The Girl On The Train:

"Rachel catches the same commuter train every morning. She knows it will wait at the same signal each time, overlooking a row of back gardens. She’s even started to feel like she knows the people who live in one of the houses. “Jess and Jason,” she calls them. Their life—as she sees it—is perfect. If only Rachel could be that happy. And then she sees something shocking. It’s only a minute until the train moves on, but it’s enough. Now everything’s changed. Now Rachel has a chance to become a part of the lives she’s only watched from afar. Now they’ll see; she’s much more than just the girl on the train." I never read this book, I watched the movie and I was speechless by the end.

The next books are part of my list so I didn't read them.

Chaos Walking:

"Chaos Walking is a young adult science fiction series written by U.S.-born British novelist Patrick Ness. It's set in a dystopian world where all living creatures can hear each other's thoughts in a stream of images, words, and sounds called Noise. The three novels feature two adolescents, Todd Hewitt and Viola Eade, who encounter various moral issues and high stakes as the planet around them erupts into war."

The Raven Cycle:

Ok I have absolutely no clue what this series is about. The title sounds cool and I see a lot of posts about it on tumblr so I just added it to my list.

Sorcerer To The Crown:

"At his wit's end, Zacharias Wythe, Sorcerer Royal of the Unnatural Philosophers, ventures to the border of Fairyland to discover why England's magical stocks are drying up, an adventure that brings him in contact with Prunella Gentlewoman, a woman with immense power and an unfathomable gift, and sets him on a path."

The Black Tides Of Heaven:

"The Black Tides of Heaven is a 2017 LGBT fantasy novella by Singaporean author JY Yang. The story centers around the twin children of the Protector, whose magic powers cause them to become entangled in the political machinations of their mother."

The Bluest Eye:

"Lorain, Ohio, in 1940–41, the novel tells the tragic story of Pecola Breedlove, an African American girl from an abusive home. Eleven-year-old Pecola equates beauty and social acceptance with whiteness; she therefore longs to have “the bluest eye.” Although largely ignored upon publication, The Bluest Eye is now considered an American classic and an essential account of the African American experience after the Great Depression."

For Today I Am A Boy:

A story about a chinese trans girl who tells about her childhood and about discovering her gender identity.

The Song Of Achilles

"In a world where Gods, demi-gods and people all live together, "The Song of Achilles" is the love story of Patroclus and Achilles. Both were born the sons of kings, but Patroclus' father exiles him when he is a boy after he accidentally kills a nobleman's son."

Ruby Red:

"Gwyneth Shepherd's sophisticated, beautiful cousin Charlotte has been prepared her entire life for traveling through time. But unexpectedly, it is Gwyneth, who in the middle of class takes a sudden spin to a different era!Gwyneth must now unearth the mystery of why her mother would lie about her birth date to ward off suspicion about her ability, brush up on her history, and work with Gideon--the time traveler from a similarly gifted family that passes the gene through its male line, and whose presence becomes, in time, less insufferable and more essential. Together, Gwyneth and Gideon journey through time to discover who, in the 18th century and in contemporary London, they can trust."

Dragon Sword and Wind Child:

"In the land of Toyoashihara, the forces of the God of Light and the Goddess of Darkness have waged war for generations. But for 15-year old Saya, the war is far away and unimportant--until the day she discovers she is the reincarnation of the Water Maiden and a princess of the Children of the Dark. Raised to love the Light and detest the Dark, Saya must come to terms with her heritage even as she is tumbled into the very heart of the conflict that is destroying her country. Both the army of the Light and Dark seek to claim her, for she is the only mortal who can awaken the legendary Dragon Sword, the weapon destined to end the war. Can Saya make the dreadful choice between the Light and Dark, or is she doomed like all the Water Maidens who have come before her?"

Post-War Storm Epilogue: Reunion **spoilers for RQ4**

                                                   1 year later

The wind is chill on my skin as I step onto the runway at the edge of Archeon. It’s been a year since I was last in Norta, a year since I said goodbye to Cal. So much has changed since then.

I’ve come alone this time, leaving Farley with Clara and Kilorn with Cameron, even Davidson stayed behind in Montfort - all aware that this is a trip I need to take alone. My family are safe and happy, and as much as it pains me to leave them again I’ve known for some time that my path would lead me back here. At least this time around it’s by choice, and not as part of a cruel game.

Over the past year I’ve explored the world to the farthest reaches and back,  always keeping one eye on my former home, on Norta. The first broadcast we watched together; my family, Davidson, the Red Command and even Evangaline, huddled around to see the first glimpses of the new country. In the weeks following the battle the High Houses started to return. Silvers and reds were shown to be mixing, working together to build the new world with a fledgling government drawn from both bloods. Cal was elected temporarily as the first Premier of Norta amidst the fall-out, as the country sought to find a new equilibrium. Seeing his face, clear of pain but worn from rebuilding was a smart to my slowly healing wounds.

The next broadcast I saw came six months later. Away from Ascendant, away from my family, I watched as Cal was sworn in officially as Premier. A king no longer, but still a leader in his blood. The footage panned to Cal’s government, a collection of reds, silvers and new-bloods alike, all committed to upholding a better future. I didn’t watch the full broadcast, unwilling to see the marks of resistance still brewing amongst bitter silvers. I have to remind myself that for once, the good outweighs the bad, and with Cal at the head of government it will stay that way. Progress has been slow, but as Davidson would say, inches for miles.

I snap out of my memories, caught off guard by the light rain that has started to fall. My Montfort escorts lead the way to my transport and I find myself once again on my way to Whitefire.

***

The palace remains much the same; the marble polished and clean, free from the gore of a battle long since passed. The throne room however has been repurposed for government - the colours of House Calore have been removed, as have those of Marandus and Jacos. Much like in Ascendant, the colours that now line the walls are those of silver and red, interspersed in equal measure. A physical reminder of the unification of the bloods.

It’s here that I find him.

My breath catches as I watch him from the doorway. Cal seems much unchanged; his broad shoulders cloaked in a simple dark jacket with trousers to match, tucked into military grade boots. His hair is longer than I last saw it, long enough to start curling around his ears as it falls forward. I put a hand to my red earring, the one Cal gifted to me a lifetime ago, as the full weight of missing him crashes into me and I find it hard to breathe. In response my lightning crackles to life in my palm, and Cal’s head snaps up at the sound.

His gaze finds me immediately, smoldering bronze in surprise and trepidation. Cal straightens, seemingly searching for the right thing to say and coming up with nothing. “Hi”, I say quietly, never averting my gaze. A startled chuckle bursts from him, “Hi” he says in return.

I suddenly feel awkward. What if he didn’t wait for me? What if this year apart has changed everything? Cal steps forward as I make to step back, reading the questions in my eyes before I can voice them. “Mare”, his voice is soft and pleading, serving as a balm to my nerves. My lighting crackles once more as the heat in the room slowly rises, and I step towards him. With that one step it’s as if a spell has lifted and we rush towards eachother, desperate to close the space between us.

Cal pulls me into his embrace, his body warm and as strong as I remember. My arms lock around his neck as he lifts me, holding me so tightly it feels as though we could become one from sheer determination alone. I draw back to look at him, tracing his cheekbones with one hand before settling it along his jaw, cupping his ear softly. Cal shudders beneath me, the raw emotion roiling in his eyes as he studies my face as if memorizing it, likely checking for any new scars, ever the soldier. Cal clears his throat as he sets me back down, although doesn’t release the circle of his arms, keeping me close, safe within his cocoon of warmth.

“I’ve missed you.” Cal chokes out. “Everyday, I’ve missed you. Every storm I’ve hoped to see a streak of purple. Everywhere I turn I think I see you.” Cal’s breathing is heavy as his eyes bore into mine, afraid to look away even for a moment. “Is this real? Are you really here?” Cal swallows audibly, waiting for me to speak with bated breath.

I try to sound nonchalant and fail spectacularly, my voice wobbling when I reply, “It’s real. I’m here.” Cal’s body trembles against mine, his growing smile threatening to crack my heart wide open as I continue, my voice betraying me once more, “I’m never saying farewell to you again” I whisper, tears leaking from the corner of my eyes, tracking quickly down my cheeks. The temperature in the room spikes, my body curled in delicious heat as Cal burns. He leans towards me, tentatively kissing away the tears running down my cheeks one at a time, his lips feather light on my damp skin, before drawing back to look at me once more.

“Are you going to kiss me properly or have I got to do everything myself?” I tease half-seriously. Cal’s deep laugh shakes through my body, through my soul, stitching together all my broken pieces, filling my heart with such happiness I feel as though it might burst. “There’s my Mare” Cal chuckles, sobered once more by the sight of my smile, before drawing me flush against him and closing his mouth over mine.

***

The wounds still exist. The betrayals and deceits lie between us as they always have, but they are no longer obstacles. The path that brought us here was treacherous, fraught with sorrow and death, but it has forged us into the people we have become, and are still becoming. My physical brand remains, as real as the emotional scars left behind by Maven in both of us, but the time spent apart has allowed us to grieve and find peace in our own way.

Nothing stands between us anymore. With hearts slowly mending we have only hope for a new world and a better life for all bloods. Our choice is simple and made without hesitation; on this day, and every day from now, we will choose eachother.

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Phew, I hope you guys like this! This is my first attempt at writing any sort of fic, let along posting it. I finished War Storm yesterday and couldn’t bear the way it ended, so wanted to continue the epilogue with this. I needed to see Mare and Cal reunited, ok!

Anyway, I’d love to hear any thoughts on this! Is this how you saw things ending up? I need someone to fangirl with, pls and thanks.

i f r q c h a r a c t e r s h a d g o o g l e ft. cal, maven, and mare

My Opinion on Maven Calore

I have wanted to get this of my chest for a while. If you don’t want to read that’s okay, but it might be worthwhile! If you read the whole thing then you are definitely my friend :) Without further ado: 

I fell for Maven Calore, just like Mare Barrow did in Red Queen. I did not immediately fall in love with Marecal at “Thief, Obviously”, and that I think is okay even though most of the fandom did. I was conflicted because at the time, I truly did believe Maven was with the scarlet guard and that Cal wasn’t. Yet Cal was still incredibly kind and sweet to Mare  Then we all know what happened, and I was incredibly angry with Maven and could not comprehend what had happened. 

Throughout Glass Sword, I felt like Mare did, falling more in love with Cal but then also missing a boy that never really existed. But then King’s Cage caused even more heartbreak! I tried so hard to separate the dream and the reality. King’s Cage gave us more insight into how twisted Maven truly is. As someone who suffers depression and anxiety, it often feels like there are two versions of me in my head. One that isolates and self deprecates, and another that tells me to be kind to myself. The fact that Maven truly does not know what is him and what is what Elara constructed is devastating. He has grown up with endless mental and probably physical abuse from his mother. He never felt like he was good enough, that he was a shadow, and I personally know how difficult it is to feel like you are not enough. He is constantly battling so many parts of himself, the desperation and confusion must be terrifying. He admitted to Mare in the bathtub scene that he knows it is his fault that they aren’t together. He shows regret in his eyes when he is marrying Iris. 

I also think the reason why Mare understands him so much is because they are really similar in personality in how they deal with pain and fear. When Maven scratches his hands to inflict physical pain, Mare recognizes that in herself as a substitute for mental pain. Both of them hate each other but no matter how hard they try they can’t let each other go. Their twisted love is so toxic. Like Mare said, if she was raised by someone like that, what would she become? What was Maven supposed to be? Mare could easily become a monster too, and often fears she already is one. Both have murdered. Both are broken. Just imagine if you loved someone, then killed them by accident, then loved another yet had that affection butchered and shattered by your own mother .If you were molded  to become someone else’s tool for their desires, to live a fate you never wanted.

I do not excuse Maven’s horrible actions, but my heart breaks for the tragedy he is. When people say Maven should die, etc. I understand where it is coming from. Hell, Mare wants to kill him. She had the chance to, but she couldn’t. She sees all the layers he has and how difficult it is for him to sort through them and find the truth. In his twisted way, he does love Mare, and that love is poison. I think we must remember that he is a brilliant villain, a beautiful tragedy, and very much grey rather than black and white, but still a broken boy. 

@vaveyard

one more time, all of em toguether now! :D Maven, Mare, Cal and Evangeline (my interpretation anyway) from the Red Queen 

I LOVE Excel! I took an Excel class during University and I’ve never stopped using or learning about it since. During my summer internship, I would literally use Excel functions and macros for hours every single day. Even if you don’t want to be an Excel fanatic, learning a few basic functions will make your life easier (and even impress a few managers along the way!).

I’ve outlined below some of the most useful Excel functions to learn. Some of these functions are very basic but can make a huge difference. These functions save time, automate procedures, and make your life easier! And if you need some help on how to learn them, I’ve listed some helpful resources to get you started. With all of us social distancing at home, now is as good of a time as any to add a skill to your resume. 

Excel Functions to Know:

SUM: returns sum of cells selected

SUMPRODUCT: multiplies ranges or arrays together and returns the sum of product

IF: return one value for a TRUE result and another for a FALSE result

SUMIF: returns the sum of cells if the cell meets a single condition

AVERAGEIF: computes the average of the numbers in a range that meets a certain criteria

VLOOKUP: lookup and retrieve data from a specific column in a table can be exact or approximate match

LEFT: returns a given number of characters from the left side of text string

RIGHT: returns a given number of characters from the right side of text string

CONCATENATE: joins the text of cells together and returns the joined text in one cell

LENGTH: returns the given number of characters in a text

Resources:

Excel Jet: Very useful as a type of Excel dictionary to look up syntax and specific formulas you don’t know

Excel Easy: almost like on online textbook for Excel (great resource for those who have no knowledge of Excel at all!)

Udemy: paid excel course with lots of videos, assignments, and downloadable resources

Coursera: self-paced learning option, quizzes and assignments, and a course certificate

Excel Youtube Course by Technology for Teachers and Students

Prologue to my Excel series

I’ll also be posting Excel tips, tricks, function explanations, and some basic Excel tutorials so if you’d like to see more appear on your dash in the future, follow my blog and look for my Excel series.

He wants to laugh at the irony, he really does, as he lets Potter brand his arm and override the dark mark with a new one.

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(hey i managed to finish this just in time for valentine!) i’ve been listening to some harry/draco audiofics and was inspired to paint a little something as thanks to the hp fandom, since i can’t actually write and all. Thank you guys for your work!

Remember how Ron Weasley sat with Harry on the Hogwarts Express his first day of Hogwarts not only because it was the only place, but because he saw that Harry was sitting alone? 

Remember that time when Ron Weasley wrote home to his mother that Harry wasn’t expecting any Christmas presents so that she could send him something?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Neville Longbottom that he was worth 12 of Malfoy?

Remember when “Ron was the only one who stood by him”? 

Remember when 12 year old Ron Weasley sacrificed himself to a chess game so that Harry could move ahead to stop Snape (Quirrell) from getting the Philosopher’s Stone?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley fiercely defended Hermione when Malfoy called her a mudblood?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley was terrified of spiders but went following them into the forest anyways for his friend?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley turned up at Harry’s house in the middle of the night to rescue him because he was worried that Harry wasn’t answering his letters?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley stayed at Hogwarts over Christmas because he didn’t want his best friend to be lonely?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley completely took over the studying for Buckbeak’s trial?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley stood on a broken leg in front of his best friend and told the man they thought was a mass murderer that if he wanted to kill Harry he would have to kill him as well?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley was personally insulted and guilty about the fact that he had been keeping the man who had betrayed his best friend’s parents as a pet?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Harry that they were coming to get him whether or not his aunt and uncle liked it?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley was the thing that Harry would miss most, even after he had fought with him just earlier that year?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley gave up time he could have been studying for his exams to help Harry prepare for the third task?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley used his powers as a prefect to defend Harry to the students who thought that Harry was lying about You-Know-Who?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley kept standing by his best friend all year even though it labelled him as a liar as well?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley fully supported the idea of Harry teaching them Defence Against the Dark Arts and stood up for him to Zacharias Smith who was being extremely rude to Harry?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley was absolutely furious about what Umbridge was doing to Harry in his detentions?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley removed the junk from on top of the knitting that Hermione put out to free the house elves because he knew it would be insulting and rude for them to pick it up without realizing it?

Rember that time when Ron Weasley supported Harry’s decision to talk to Sirius telling Hermione that Harry could “make his own decisions”?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley immediately agreed to go and save Sirius from the ministry?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley stood by Harry even after hearing about the prophecy which said that his best friend would either be killed by Voldemort or kill Voldemort?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley helped Harry find out what horcruxes were and get the memory from Slughorn? 

Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Hermione to lay off on Harry about the Potions book and cursing Malfoy, because obviously Harry never wanted to hurt anybody?

Remember when Ron Weasley supported his best friend even though he was dating his little sister?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley stayed and defended Hogwarts when Death Eaters broke into the castle, even though he could have stayed safe by staying away?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley agreed to leave school to help his best friend destroy the horcruxes and told him that they would be there whatever happened?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley risked his life by taking the form of Harry to help him get safely away from Privet Drive?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley was a source of comfort to Hermione when she was upset about the fact that her parents didn’t remember who she was?

Remember that time when Ron was the source of all of the important information on the ministry when Harry, Ron, and Hermione needed to break in to get the horcrux?

Remember how Ron kept wearing the horcrux even though it was affecting him in a way much stronger than it did Harry and Hermione? Remember how he did that without complaint, accepting that it was all of their jobs to wear it?

Remember how Ron Weasley regretted leaving the moment he did?

Remember how he came back and saved Harry’s life?

Remember how Ron Weasley knew there was no excuse for him, but came back anyways, not expecting his friends to forgive him, but because he had promised he would be there?

Remember how Ron became the driving force of the trio after he came back, keeping them moving and on track, trying to make up for his mistake, still not expecting to be forgiven or even feeling like he deserved it?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley flat out refused to hand over Harry to Xeno Lovegood in exchange for Luna?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley screamed for him to be tortured instead of Hermione at Malfoy Manor? Remember how he ran around screaming her name and sobbing, wishing it was him instead of her?

Remember when Ron Weasley discovered a way to destroy the cup and made sure to get it destroyed?

Remember that time when Ron Weasley defended the House Elves saying that they couldn’t order them all to die for them?

Remember how Ron Weasley screamed out in defiance against Voldemort after they believed Harry to be dead? Remember how he continued to fight even though he knew what would happen if they lost?

Remember when Ron was the very best friend that someone could ever even ask for and how he was so loyal, kind, brave, and just an all around great guy?

Remember how Ron Weasley was a teenage boy who made mistakes but always acknowledged them and apologized, and never tried to make it seem like he didn’t do anything wrong? Remember how when he messed up he always worked hard to make his relationships stronger afterwards?

Ron Weasley is a great friend. Anyone who disagrees can fight me.

Listen, I know Drarry is like "Enemies to Lovers" and all that shit, but you know what I adore? Soft Drarry. Just them being Soft. That stage of their relationship after the war where they don't know who they are to each other anymore. Don't know who they are in general. Sitting together in silence in an empty corner because they both want to get away from the whispers and the stares. Harry liking Draco's company because it doesn't make him feel special, because Draco doesn't praise him or pity him. Because Draco makes him feel normal. Draco feeling comfortable around Harry because it seems like Harry is the only one who's truly forgiven him, even after everything. Drarry contrasting each other is fun, but Drarry relating to each other is better. Drarry holding each other because they're both fucked up and when they're together it almost seems like it doesn't matter. Drarry being Drarry in the softest way possible.

harry potter gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from draco malfoy’s flushing face. reblog if you agree

A wee thing from the Drarry Hanahaki thing I am working on! I’m not sure if I’ll ever end up posting it fully but I thought it was pretty cool!

General tw for hanahaki-related shenanigans, throwing up and coughing.

He breathes and it feels like drowning, in an ocean of leaves instead of water. He swallows and it feels like dying, a thousand lacerations made from a thousand thorns, the taste of petals bitter and cloying against his tongue. He used to hate the taste of blood but now he thinks he would prefer it. Anything over the scent of perfume, sweet and dry and overpowering, chalky against his tongue.

His ribs ache with the force of his hacking. The petals that fall from his mouth are different now, stained pink and damp, overflowing from his outstretched hands where he tried to catch them all. They spill down onto the floor like water and Draco tries to suppress another shiver as it claws from underneath his chest.

When the shaking stops Draco remains hunched over, each beat of his heart a throbbing reminder of the fire in his veins. When he manages to uncurl his body from the floor another wave of pain hits him and he has to clench his teeth to prevent a moan from slipping out. His mouth tastes like blood and flowers, life and death mixed together and he supresses a laugh at the thought.

I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They’re taken aback by softness. They’re confused by warm words and being cared for. They’re almost scared by the loving way they’re looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it’s going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don’t feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It’s been proven time again that they’re unlovable and yet…

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren’t sure they want it to stop.

Scorpius: Come to the funeral. Albus: Of course. Scorpius: And be my good friend.

- Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Act 1 Scene 4

Oh look, I found a summary of the entire Harry Potter series:

Whenever Hagrid finally decides to retire as Care of Magical Creatures professor you can bet your last knut that Charlie Weasley flies back to England the following week excitedly waving his resume and recommendation letters from no less than two Scamanders and the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.

harry potter starts a youtube channel and all of his videos are called like:  

“STORY TIME: I WAS A TEENAGE CHOSEN ONE”

 “BABYSITTING MY FRIEND’S WEIRD DEAD HORSE (INVISIBLE)” 

“THERE ARE DARK WIZARDS TRYING TO KILL ME BUT ONLY THREE PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT MY HOUSE”

Okay, but French-speaking Draco:

Draco being raised by a mainly french-speaking Narcissa

Maman instead of Mom/Mommy

Lucius having to slowly transition Draco to speak predominantly English as he gets older

Draco getting a headache when he’s immersed in English for too long

Draco feeling like he’s missing a limb when he has nobody to speak in French with at Hogwarts

Him writing all his letters to his mom in French

Draco eventually realizing that most of the house elves are multilingual and him sneaking down to the kitchens to chat with them 

Draco teaching everyone in his House how to curse in French

Slytherins blurting out obscene phrases in French during frustrating classes

Not having to lock his journal because none of his housemates speak French

Draco getting frustrated and cursing in French beneath his breath

Harry staring on, flabbergasted, as Draco stomps past him, mouth going a mile a minute, spitting out beautiful, flowing words so rapidly and harshly

Draco being one of the best duelers of the school because he duels in French so his opponents can’t understand him and can’t counteract properly

He and Harry facing off because Harry duels in Parseltongue

When he and Harry eventually get together, he teaches Harry small phrases

Draco reverting to French in bed because it comes as first nature to him

Harry loving the filthy spew of typically elegant words coming from Draco’s mouth

Everyone knowing which hallways/broom closets/classrooms/dorm rooms to avoid due to the cries of Parseltongue and French

Draco getting mad at Harry and cursing him out in French

Firecalling his maman and ranting to her about everything, feeling relieved and comforted by the familiarity of his language and his mother

Draco’s heart fluttering when Harry sheepishly, and with an awful accent, mumbles to him, “je t’aime”

Him kissing Harry and hissing “I love you” in Parseltongue (he didn’t mention it had taken him months of research to find the correct translation and pronunciation)

Draco raising his kids to speak French and being their papa

Just, French-speaking Draco. 

Ahhhh i'm so into your baker/mob boss au!!! can I get like their first meeting or something please and thank you

[Mob boss/Baker AU]

Harry’s craving something sweet. He always does, when he kills someone, and another mob boss had killed the last baker Harry had gotten his sweets from - and really, that had just been petty, Stefano had done nothing wrong, he didn’t even know what Harry did for work - which means now he’s gotta find a new baker or candy maker that’s open this late.

He could always go to a supermarket and get packed candy, but that’s never one tenth as good as it is freshly made, so Harry hates it. Plus, he likes to support local businesses. He’s not all bad.

He pulls up in front of a small, brightly lit store. It’s in the middle of London, where all the pubs and shops are; Harry does his best to stay away from crowded places like these, but the place opened a few days ago and is already a favorite between locals - including Hermione, who has already become friends with the owner - so Harry’s going to make himself at least check it out.

The front door says they’re open from 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. and though it’s at least eleven, the place is entirely lit up and Harry can see a person inside, behind the counter. He pushes at the door, and a little bell ring as it opens.

He steps inside.

“Hello,” He says. The man at the counter - of whom Harry can only see the top of his hair - in a net - since he’s bent over three chocolate trays, working closely - seems too distracted to hear him. “I, uh. Is it open?”

He’s a mob boss, sure, but he’s not impolite. Service workers have it hard enough as it is, Harry doesn’t want to be one of those asshole costumers that demands service whenever and wherever just because he’s paying.

The man doesn’t even look up.

Harry steps closer, and it isn’t until he places his hand on the counter that the man looks up, startled. Harry’s breath stutters; he’s gorgeous, with white blonde hair and pale gray eyes. When he flushes and takes off the face mask he’s wearing, he has the most beautiful pink lips, with a lovely cupid’s bow that Harry wants to bite.

“Hi,” Harry says, smiling. As much as he wants to take this man home, he won’t. He needs his daily does of sugar, and he cannot get it if he sleeps with the candy maker and then never calls him again. If this man’s candy is even half as good as it’s supposed to be, Harry’s not willing to make the trade. “Can I order something?”

The man looks at his watch, the sign at the door, but then shrugs and nods, smiling brightly.

“I, uh.” Harry hesitates, scanning the delicious looking chocolates on the counter, licking his lips at the pictures of products on the wall. He wants to try everything. “What’s your specialty?”

The baker - Draco, his name tag says - doesn’t say anything, and Harry looks up with raised eyebrows. Draco frowns lightly at the evident question, and then smiles sheepishly and points to the sign on the wall. 

It’s in bright pink with white letters, saying, ‘Hello. I’m deaf. Please look at me and speak clearly so I can read your lips.’

“Oh,” Harry says. “Oh. I’m sorry. I want whatever you recommend. All of it.”

Draco’s face brightens, evidently excited. He grabs a small bag and begins grabbing items from the counter and the display. From Hermione, Harry knows the shop always sells out, but she’d also told him that Draco bakes and makes chocolate at night to try new creations before putting them out for sale.

He watches Draco carefully pick the most beautiful chocolates of the one’s he’d made, at least six different kinds, and put them all in the paper bag he’s grabbed. Once he’s done, Draco grabs a small whiteboard sitting on the counter and writes something with blue marker. He shows it to Harry.

You have to tell me what you think, he says. They’re new.

“Alright,” Harry agrees, becoming more besotted by the second.

Draco hands him the bag, and Harry pays, and then he reaches inside and tries one of the chocolates.

It’s heavenly.

“This,” he says. “Is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Draco’s smile is blinding.

* 

Harry becomes something of an official taster for Draco after that; he always shows up late at night, and Draco always stays open for him. They sit together in one of the tables - that Harry is quickly beginning to think of as their table - and Harry tries the things Draco’s made that day, and they talk, Draco reading Harry’s lips and answering through the whiteboard.

Harry begins taking sign language immediately - from Hermione, because of course she knows sign language - and though it’s slow, and probably rough around the edges, Draco’s face brightens more than Harry’s ever seen when he signs ‘H-e-l-l-o D-r-a-c-o’ slowly.

It’s the first time Draco hugs him.

Harry decides then and there that this is the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with. He’ll make sure of it.

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Draco’s soulband had appeared overnight when he was almost two months old, his mother always said. That when she came to wake him up in the morning he had a red ring in the middle of his right pinky. Somehow Draco doubted that. Besides, the red is so dark it might as well be black, the enemy band. It was clear his mother had worried about that too. She’d gotten it examined when he was home from school in first year. It didn’t help that visible before bonding soulbands were rare, and generally, a way to show how pureblood one was. Changing soulbands were even rarer and Draco wasn’t happy about it. 

People so full of freckles not knowing which one was the mark for their soul mark, people with no marks at all. People with only one mark considering themselves incredibly happy. Pureblood people who are full of freckles, like the Weasleys but also have visible soulbands and being equally happy about it. 

When Draco came back from Christmas in second year he saw Harry Potter’s pinky for the first time in a long while. There was a band there, the colour identical to Draco’s. He was sure there were several people with soulbands around their pinkies but Draco knew.

He told his mother about his theory but she said it was impossible since they both were males. His father kindly reminding her of the existence of queer people. 

His father had not approved either, but accepting it and approving it are different things. 

They’d had a long talk about that he still needed to produce an heir, no matter soulmate. His mother, however, looked at him like she’d failed, she made it very clear that she still loved him but also made it clear that producing a queer heir wasn’t what she intended.

They didn’t tell Voldemort about Draco’s afflictions towards Harry Potter.

Harry dated Cho and Ginny knowing they weren’t his soulmate. Draco couldn’t sleep.

Harry cursed him, Draco had to stay in the hospital wing for a week, the scars were irreversible and had joined his dark mark in permanent things on his body he hadn’t asked for. They were comforting though, however, his soulband had gone black. 

Draco hadn’t realised he’d fallen in love. And nobody had cared to tell him either. But easter 1998 had rolled around and Draco couldn’t give them Harry’s identity.  He had to but he couldn’t. Harry Potter was a name he said often. But he found that he couldn’t. Because if Harry died, something in him would die too.

He’d looked at Harry’s hand, looked at his left pinky, the band there, black with tints of red. He almost cried. 

The torture he endured from Voldemort afterwards was worth it. 

Draco had clung to Harry’s body on the broom, he’d cried, he was overwhelmed, tired, held himself together with the string of fate that was between him and Harry. In the last days, his band had started spotting clear reds. 

His mother didn’t give him up, knowing the depression her beloved son would be put it. 

Draco threw him his wand, Harry Potter couldn’t die.

In the summer of 2000, they were both at a midsummer celebration at Luna’s place. It was the first time they’d seen each other after Draco’s trial. The rest of the company was outside, Draco sat on the spiral staircase, staring out into space. Harry had sat down next to him, hugging his knees.

“I know,” he’d said and Draco had been confused. “What?” Harry had shrugged, “we’re soulmates aren’t we?” Suddenly Draco couldn’t breathe, he knew, “I think so, yeah,” Draco had laughed sadly, studying Harry’s face. Harry, the gentleman, held out his pinky and Draco hooked his own around Harry’s. They glowed for what seemed like forever before they finally settled down with a bright red. 

Harry didn’t let go but let their pinkies stay hooked. “How long have you known?” he asked, Draco shrugged, “since winter in second year,” Harry, now wide-eyed looked down at their fingers linked together and up at Draco again. “Why didn’t you say anything,” Draco retreated his pinky and looked out the window, “you’d hate me more,” after a beat of silence he continued, “Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate and knowing who they are? It’s not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It’s… it’s the love. It’s too strong, and you can’t fight it. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried… but I’m always going to love you. And I need you to know that.” He stood, walked down to the bottom of the stairs before turning around, Harry hadn’t said anything, hadn’t tried to stop him, just, looked at him, “I’ve loved you since we were 13,” he held his right hand close to his chest, guarding it, “but you, you’re Harry Potter and you-” he cut himself off, biting his lip, looked over at Harry, “you, you deserve so much better than me,” 

He was at the door when Harry spoke up, “but I want you,” Draco stopped, sighed, “no, you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do,” Harry was now right behind him, “you don’t even know me,” Draco said, now turning, Harry took his hand, “then let me get to know you,” he smiled, running his thumb over Draco’s soulband, “let me wake up next to you, hang out with you, laugh with you, live with you,” Harry now took both Draco’s hands in his own, “let us blow the world away with whatever this soulbond thing comes with,” Harry whispered, fuck, Draco thought, this man will be the death of me, Draco smiled, grabbing Harry’s face gently, their lips met and it felt like home. They were together and they were home.

//Just a little drabble for y’all, hope you like it :)). Totally didn’t ignore my schoolwork for this ;).

Word count: 979

Zai: out.

When Harry becomes the DADA professor, kids constantly ask him for an autograph, but he refuses, saying the only thing he’ll autograph is a detention slip. Eventually, though, he starts carrying around a stack of autographed pictures of Ginny, which he gives out when people ask for an autograph. It gets really popular, so he starts mixing it up with autographs from other people, mostly Ron and Hermione. But the students love it, so he adds more. Soon he’s giving out autographs from like fifty different people, including all the teachers at Hogwarts, and a bunch of other random people like Luna, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, etc. He even has some fairly rare ones from Krum and Fleur. It becomes a game in Hogwarts to collect all the autographs, like chocolate frog cards. Some of them are more limited edition than others, like signatures from all the ghosts (though Harry won’t reveal how he managed to get those). George starts to offer a discount at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes (and a prize autograph from Peeves, who will only sign Bertie Bott’s scratch-and-sniff cards) to anyone who can prove they’ve collected the whole set. Harry provides him with up-to-date lists of autographs to check against. Every Hogsmeade weekend there’s a line of Hogwarts students in WWW’s Hogsmeade branch trying to get the discount.

At some point a seventh year comes up to Harry and asks for his autograph, but not as the Savior of the Wizarding World, but because they now have the autograph of every other Hogwarts teacher and want Professor Potter’s to go with them. Harry–trying not to tear up–agrees, but only in exchange for the student’s signature. He begins offering this deal to all departing seventh years, his autograph in exchange for theirs. He tells them it’s in case they ever get famous, so he can add it as a limited edition autograph, but really he keeps them all in a big binder just for himself, to remember all his students. (A couple times, though, when a students does become famous, he will contact them and ask if they’d like to be added to the game. So far no one has said no.)

When Teddy starts at Hogwarts he begins a black market autograph trade because he has access to a lot of the people Harry gets autographs from. Harry’s other three children proudly continue the trade when they get to Hogwarts. They’re all secretly aided by Ginny.

CHOOSE ME. PICK ME. LOVE ME.

[A short Drarry fic inspired by Meredith Greys famous speech to Derek in Grey's Anatomy]

In the years following the war, Harry Potter did everything he was supposed to do. He married the girl, he got the job at the ministry. Harry Potter was doing everything right.

Then one day, Ginny Weasley had decided she had enough. They had been growing apart for months, if not years. Harry had walked into the house, his bags packed and waiting for him. This was it. This was the end. So Harry nodded and walked out of the house, belongings with him. He knew it was coming. But he was still hurt.

He'd decided, then, to take up the post as Defence Against the Darks Arts professor at Hogwarts. It was there that he met Draco Malfoy once more, working as the healer in the hospital wing. It was then a spark ignited. Malfoy and Potter had began a relationship - secret from the students, of course. They had fallen madly in love with each other, knowing then that this was meant for them all along. They were drawn to each other right from the start of their first year at school. Two sides of the same coin.

Then one day Ginny appeared at Hogwarts. She had taken up a temporary post to teach flying and referee Quidditch. Conflicted, Harry resumed the marriage with Ginny, as though it had never stopped.

"She's my wife, Draco. I have a duty to her." He said, kissing Draco's head for the final time before walking away to his quarters.

Draco was furious. His heart was broken and the cruel walls that he once had were built back, brick by rotten brick. He avoided Potter and Weasley for weeks. He couldn't stomach the sight of it. Draco appeared to be apathetic to their rekindled marriage to the naked eye. Everyone supporting him through it, despite his protestations that he was fine.

Then one day he snapped. He could see that Harry wasn't in love with Ginny. He knew Harry wasn't happy with her and Draco certainly wasn't happy without Harry.

The blonde cornered his former flame in the DADA office, locking the door behind him. This talk was going to be uncomfortable, but he knew he had to get it off his chest.

Draco took in a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with tears. He was setting himself up for hurt and he knew it. "You've not to say a word, Potter. Let me speak." He said, his voice cracking with emotion.

He paused for a moment, thinking of exactly what to say. When he was ready, he took a shaky breath and stared at the man he once held in his arms at night.

"I lied," he began. "I'm not out of this relationship. I'm in. I'm so in, it's humiliating because here I am begging." His voice was shaking and tears were dripping down his cheeks. But he wasn't going to stop. Draco Malfoy had a loose monologue prepared and Potter had to hear it.

"Your choice, it's simple: her or me. And I'm sure she's really great... But Harry, I love you. In a really big pretend to like your music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a wireless over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you." Draco sighed shakily, fighting every instinct to go and take Harry in his arms, to cup his cheek and give him the love he deserves. That they both deserve.

"So pick me. Choose me. Love me." Draco pleaded, determined to win his lover back. It was pathetic, really. But Potter must know how he felt. He couldn't take it any longer.

Harry stood, dumbstruck, staring at Draco. In that moment he was as conflicted as ever. For once in his life, The Boy Who Lived, wasn't sure if he should do what was expected of him. He wanted to hold Draco and love Draco.

And so they stood there, staring at each other in silence.

What should they do?

goblet of fire au where draco talks to all the beauxbatons girls in fluent french and that’s the story of how harry potter lost his fucking mind

‘my cage is bigger, Hedwig’ 14.5.2020

I Got You Harry/Draco After watching the last two installments of Harry Potter films, I wanted to make some Draco fanart. It’s nice to revisit my old fandom. Photo ref.