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Draco sat by the window sill looking out at the moon, that was surrounded by glimmering stars. The War had ended and you were nowhere to be found. Draco was driven to insanity, people looked at him oddly when he started talking to himself. His family worried about him when he mentioned you and ‘talked to you’. He’s wondering where you are, at times he talks to the moon, thinking of you.
“Today I walked outside with my mother. She’s been talking about you, she’s saying I should let you go, but I can’t.” Draco stared at the bright, luminous stars; but to Draco’s eyes the moon stood out the most. “And I never will,
Y/N, because I love you. I wanted to start a family with you. That one night that we made love to each other was majestic, I want to relive that, that was ten months ago. That was the last time I kissed your plump, pink lips and held you in my arms.” Draco felt tears prick the ends of his eyes. “I still don’t know why you left me.” Draco sighed, looking down at his lap.
“I know you’re somewhere out there.” Draco said. “And if you left me. Why did you not leave with an explanation.” Draco cried softly. Tears rolled down his cheeks, each tear held an emotion. Sadness, worry, and the best, love. “I love you. Goodnight.” Draco got up and went to his bedroom. The Manor made Draco’s emotions worsen, it was such a depressing and gloom color. Even though he enjoyed the colors during his childhood, he learned to enjoy the rather bright colors, the colors you loved.
The talking and the moon are his therapy. He thought it would help him. Yet, You were nothing compared to the outshining moon, you were all he had and he needed you.
I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back, I want you back
My neighbors think I’m crazy
But they don’t understand
You’re all I have, you’re all I have
Draco stayed up all night reminiscing you and him, and kept thinking of the future you two could’ve had.
“Draco!” You laughed. “Say it! Say that I’m the most handsomest man in the world.” Draco smiled, tickling you were you were most ticklish. “OK, OK, Draco Malfoy is the most- stupidest person the world!” You breathed. “You little-” Draco went back to attacking you. “Draco Malfoy is the most handsomest man in the world.” You pant. Draco lets you go, you stand up and hop out of the couch. “Behind Harry Potter.” You joke running out of the Slytherin Common Room. Draco runs after you, you burst into fits of giggles, running as fast as you can.
Unfortunately, he caught you. “Gosh, what I do for you woman.” Draco pants. “I love you.” You blurt. “I love you too.” Draco leans forward, you flutter your eyes closed pushing yourself toward Draco. You waited for his lips to come in contact with yours. You opened your eyes to find Draco stifling a laugh. “Hey you big meanie! I was about to kiss you!” You pout. “I can only kiss you if you say, I’m the most handsomest man in the world.” Draco folds his arms. “Alright, my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, is the most handsomest, sexiest man in the world.” You wink at the end. “There we go, love.” Draco said, connecting his lips with yours. “I love you, so much.” You hug him. “I love you more.” Draco said, and you didn’t fight back to say you loved him more, because you couldn’t compete with his love.
I looked at you, you looked exhausted and tired, yet you wore a smile on your face. “What do you want to name him?” You asked. “What about Noah Hyperion Malfoy?” I asked you. “That’s perfect.” You weakly grin. “Here he comes.” The nurse said, holding a baby boy in a green blanket the one that I had been delivered in. “I want you to hold him.” You told me. The nurse heard and held him out for me to hold. I grabbed him and cradled him in my arms, I was scared, he was as pale as me, I could see his hair, the tufts of H/C were soft. He slowly fluttered his eyes open, they were my eyes, the color, the shape. I simply adored him.
“Hello Noah.” I cooed. I looked at you and smiled, “He’s so beautiful.” I said. I heard Noah whimper, I handed him to you. Unsure of what to do. “He’s getting hungry.” You said. You breastfeed Noah. “Is that painful?” I ask out of curiosity. “Not really, all you feel is a slight tug.” You replied. I looked at her with an all knowing look, the woman I love is the the mother of my child. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
“Our family.” You whisper. “Our family.” I smile, intertwining your hand in mine.
|Draco’s Thoughts End|
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself…
“Draco, are you alright?” His mother interrupted his thoughts. “Yes, mother.” Draco sighed. “Just checking in on you. How’s Y/N?” Narcissa asked. Draco’s eyes widen in surprise to what his mother asked. “I don’t know.” Draco said. “I hope she’s all right.” Narcissa softly grinned. “Me too.” Draco frowned. “Don’t get sad, Draco.” Narcissa said. “I won’t.” Draco replied. “Goodnight.” Narcissa said. “Goodnight.” Draco says.
It was a long night, Draco talked to the moon that he so ever loved, it reminded kept reminding him of you. Draco couldn’t get rid of the fact that you were out there without him. You were the best thing that occurred to him, and he can never forget that. He remembered that one time Rita Skeeter, asked him odd questions.
“So rumors have been spreading around of you, is that correct Draco Malfoy?“ Rita Skeeter asked. Draco was out in public with his mother by his side. “We have to go.” Narcissa said, tugging on Draco. “About what?” Draco asked. “Oh, you’ve haven’t heard, people are saying that you are going crazy, talking to yourself.” Rita said. “We have to go.” Narcissa pulled Draco away. Draco walked silently by his mother. ‘Was this really happening?’ Draco thought. He never knew this was the new chat in the Wizarding World, but then thought about it clearly. ‘Was I really talking to himself?’ Draco thinks for an answer. Yet doesn’t have one.
I’m feeling like I’m famous, the talk of the town
They say I’ve gone mad
Yeah, I’ve gone mad
But they don’t know what I know
Cause when the sun goes down someone’s talking back
Yeah, they’re talking back, oh
Narcissa tried finding ways to help her son, yet in the end it turns out to be a failure. She can’t help, but give up. “There has to be something to help him.” Narcissa told Lucius. Who was in the cell at Azkaban. “Get him a wife. That girl is never going to come back to him.” Lucius said. Narcissa looked up, her eyes lit up, “I’ll see.” Was all she said, getting up. “Goodbye Lucius.” Narcissa grinned. “Goodbye love.” Lucius smiled back. “I love you.” Lucius managed to reply. His emotions for Narcissa stood strong despite the dementors’ attacks.
So Narcissa did trying to find the perfect girl, that’s until Narcissa found Astoria Greengrass. Narcissa visited Lucius again and told him about her choice. They both agreed on arranging the two, until Draco found out and became angered at his mother. “You knew mum! You know.” Draco breathed. Draco tried relaxing to a calming state, “I’ll never love her.” Draco stated. “Draco.. please.” Narcissa tried to get him with her, it was no use. “Leave.” Draco said. “But Dr-” “I said leave!” Draco growled, Narcissa flinched and went away. Draco broke down crying. “I’ll always love you, Y/N.” Draco chocked. The sky looked darker than usual and the stars have seemed to vanish.
Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you
In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?
Draco’s eyes fluttered open, he scowled at the sun that blinded him. He laid by the Window still in the same position like last night. An owl then hooted, Draco looked at the owl that held a letter. Draco snatched the letter off the owl, he began to open the letter.
It’s Hermione Granger, I know you despise me, but don’t rip this letter, please, it was hard for me to right this letter. I can’t… write it again. Something has happened to Y/N, something that I can’t forgive myself for, she’s been killed, a death eater took her life. I’ve invited you to her funeral, she would’ve loved for you to come, Draco. It would be an honor to see you at her funeral. I’m sincerely sorry; she was my best friend and still is. I would’ve done anything to save her, but it was too late. I hate myself for the fact I could have saved her. Please come to her funeral.
Draco screamed, then sobbed, it was truly the end. After all this time. Narcissa rushed to his room, she hunched down beside him and looked at the clutches letter in his hands wrinkling. “Shh.” Narcissa cooed.
Draco dressed in all black, he hated the color now. Since it meant something stronger, it meant death. He kept a frown on his face, dried tears stained his cheeks as he made his way to the Cemetery; he saw Harry, Ginny, Luna, Ron and the others there, crying and grieving. Draco felt like he could no longer cry. That’s until he saw your pale, fragile body. You looked stunning, even when your were gone. Tears spilled his eyes like waterfalls. Harry went up to Draco, they smiled weakly at each other.
“I’m s-sorry.” Harry cried. Draco seemed to get over the fact that he couldn’t blame. He couldn’t blame Love. He couldn’t blame Harry, Hermione or the others. All he could do is stand and feel a certain emptiness take over. “Draco.” Hermione’s soft voice rung through his ears, he gazed upward and met Hermione carrying a baby.
Do you ever hear me calling?
(Ah) oh oh oh
(Ah) oh oh oh
‘Cause every night
I’m talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you
In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?
“You had a child? Congratulations.” Draco said in a slightly cheerful voice trying to sound happy. “It’s not mine, it’s yours.” Hermione said, she motioned for Draco to hold the baby, who appeared to be a month old. “M-Mine?” Draco asked. He held the baby and upon further inspection, he saw her. He saw you. Your dazzling H/C hair pairing with his blue-grey eyes. “She sacrificed herself for him.” Hermione told Draco. “I could’ve saved her too.” Hermione fell onto her knees putting her face in her hands.
Ron ran to her and held her up, trying to steady Hermione. “His name is Noah. Noah Draco L/N~Malfoy.” Hermione said, wiping her tears away. “He was born June fifth. Y/N went away from Hogwarts to protect him, to protect you.” Hermione said. “I’m his godmother.” Hermione smiled, yet it faltered. “He looks like her doesn’t he.” Hermione pointed out. “He does.” Draco said.
Draco held onto Noah, knowing that a piece of you was still with him. It amazed him that after all this time he was talking to the moon, you were talking back.
I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
Heeey Cath! I'm hoping that you are doing okay and that life is treating you well, you know, yesterday I was happily thinking about your amazing AUs when I *gasped* realizing something... you know what the Vld Fam needs? SLAV! the wacky old neighbor who shares the same workplace with our beloved Dr. Takashi Shirogane who simply *adores* him *evil laugh*
I AM PISSING MYSELF AT THIS IDEA ITS BRILLIANT I LOVE IT
[The Voltron Family] Keith just got out of the shower and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. He entered the walk-in closet they have in the master bedroom and Shiro already had pants on and was trying to find a nice dress shirt for work. It was a typical morning for the Shirogane Family. Keith began drying his hair with a smaller towel and he saw his phone lit up. He checked it and grinned as he walked towards Shiro because his husband was near the underwear section of the room.
Keith: *bends down to get a new pair of underwear* So, I just got a message. Shiro: *still finding a shirt* *not looking at Keith* Hmm? From who? Keith: *puts on his boxers* Well, a reminder actually. Shiro: Ah. *FINALLY finds the shirt and grabs it* A reminder about what? Keith: *puts on pants* About dinner. Shiro: *buttons his shirt* *faces Keith* Are we celebrating something? Am I forgetting a monthsary or something? *eyes widens* Keith: *shakes his head and faces Shiro* You know we don’t do monthsaries anymore. We’re married for, like, what? 10 years? *raises an eyebrow* *elbow leaning up on the wall while his left hand was on his waist* Shiro: *stares at Keith and grins* And every morning you give me what photographers experience when taking photos of a model. Keith: *snorts* *straightens himself* Too early for flirting, Takashi. *turns around to grab a button up shirt* Shiro: *approaches Keith* *grabs a navy blue button up with thin white stripes* Hmmm, I think this would be nicer for you today. Keith: *ponders* You think so? Shiro: *places the shirt in front of Keith* *squints* Yeah. It’s perfect. Keith: *smiles* Alright. *grabs the shirt and begins putting it on* Anyway, about the text message. Shiro: *laughs* Oh right. We were talking about that. *grabs a pair of socks* Keith: *snorts* Keep up, old man. *grabs a necktie* It’s— Shiro: Let me do that for you, sweetheart. *does Keith’s tie* Continue. Keith: Anyway, it was a message about our formal dinner later. About someone joining us. Shiro: *sticks his tongue out while working on Keith’s tie* Hmmm. Is it one of the kid’s friends or something? Keith: *smirks* No. It’s Slav. Shiro: *abruptly stops and stares at Keith in horror*
Slav was their new neighbour and someone Shiro worked with at the hospital. So, he was Doctor Slav as most people called him at work and Shiro hated him. Well, hate was a strong word, but the guy wouldn’t stop being so annoying to him that sometimes Shiro just wanted to strangle him—and Shiro was a calm and collected guy! And when Shiro found out they were neighbours, Slav just kept reminding him of that ugly fact and once saw them having a formal dinner that he invited himself to the next one.
The dreaded night arrived and Shiro just wanted it to end already and it hasn’t even started yet. Keith was fixing his bowtie and he kept telling him to relax.
Shiro: I don’t see the point why we need to dress up for him. *annoyed* Keith: *snorts* We’ve been dressing up for this formal monthly dinners for years, regardless if we have a guest or not. *done with the bowtie* Shiro: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, but it’s Slav of all people! Keith: *chuckles* The guy loves you! Shiro: *pretends to vomit* YEAH, IN ANOTHER REALITY. But not in this one! Keith: *pats Shiro’s cheek affectionately* Poor baby. Shiro: *gets more annoyed* Don’t patronize me. *pouts* Keith: *laughs* *leans in to give Shiro a kiss* Sorry. You’re just so amusing.
The doorbell rang and Shiro just wanted to fly somewhere else. Keith told him to stay in place and get the kids ready because their guest was already at the door. Keith opened the door and there stood Slav in all his formal glory, all dressed so nicely like he was going to a gala.
Slav: *smiles* Good Evening, Keith. I’ve calculated all the probabilities on how this greeting should go and 90% of it gave me the idea that it would please you if I give you a kiss on the cheek as it is customary for us Europeans. Keith: *didn’t have time to react when Slav gave him a kiss on the cheek* *blinks* Uh, thanks, I guess? Slav: *beams* *pleased at Keith’s reaction* I’m always 99% right. *looks behind Keith* Is the husband and the kids in? Keith: Yes, they are. Do come in, so we can start. Slav: *enters and sees Shiro* *smiles brightly* Oh, there is my favourite colleague and neighbour! *approaches Shiro to pull him into a hug and a kiss on the cheek* I can’t wait for us to bond more and become closer after this! Shiro: *looks at Keith for help* Keith: I’ll just go prepare our food. *grins* Shiro: *mouths* TRAITOR!! YOU FRICKING TRAITOR OF A HUSBAND! Keith: *mouths* I love you!!!! *leaves to go to the dining area*
The next day, Slav kept announcing at the hospital how he had such a wonderful time with the Shirogane Family last night, how wonderful Shiro’s husband was and how smart their kids were that Slav even promised to go back just so he could bond with Shiro’s kids.
Shiro: *on the phone with Keith* HE WANTED TO BOND WITH THE KIDS, KEITH!! OUR KIDS!!! Keith: I don’t see what’s wrong with that…? Shiro: EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS WRONG! What if our kids turn crazy like him?! This is a disaster! Keith: *laughs* You’re overreacting, baby. Slav isn’t that bad. Shiro: I work WITH him, you don’t. *frowns* Keith: *laughs even harder* And boy am I thankful everyday that I don’t.
the reason why i love sano SO SO SO MUCH is because of the duality of his character.
on one hand, here’s this guy who’s incredibly strong, both physically and mentally. he’s been through literal hell and had to raise himself after suffering through extremely traumatic events. despite that (or because of these experiences), he has a strong sense of morality when it comes to justice and will defend it with all he has. he worked so hard to get where he was when he makes his first appearance and then undergoes amazing character development upon realizing he was headed down the wrong path.
he’s tough as hell. there’s no denying that.
and in typical characterizations, one might expect someone like this to be really hard and macho all the time, on top of other kinds of gross gender stereotypes much too prevalent in mainstream media.
but sano isn’t!! because yes, he’s got that amazing physical strength and can/will fight for what’s right in the blink of an eye…but at the same time, he’s not afraid to be soft and show his feelings, not afraid to get teary-eyed or openly express himself.
he’s extremely dynamic and smart and just a good, good person at the core. he leaps before he looks because he’s so emotionally-driven and i simply ADORE him.
I’ve been following a bunch of Gravity Falls blogs- one of which is elentori-art - recently their art all got taken down which is a shame cause I simply adore their Reverse Bill~! I couldn’t find a blue sweater for him but I think this is kinda cute?
First of all,
I am biased in the fact that I simply adore Rokudo. I found him to be such a
sweet guy – and is also a nice change of pace in Rumiko-sensei’s usual works in
that the main character have all been particularly hotheaded. In this case,
Rokudo is exactly the opposite. One of his biggest strengths is remaining calm
and polite in situations, and the fact that he’s also super shy just adds into
how much I love him.
Drew me an entry for @flygon-daily’s contest. I simply adore the Jangmo-o, so I’m attempting to win him! I’m sorry I didn’t have room for all of him to fit, this was the best I could do @~@ and sorry for the bad coloring and bad quality of images. I took some extra pictures of the face and the chest area since I thought those were kinda hard to make out (that and the head is my favorite part). I hope it still counts even if the legs aren’t there, I don’t have a computer for this stuff ;-;
Edit: I wanted to add a description to kinda explain what is going on with it. It’s scales are diamond shaped like the jangmo-o and like a flygon, and there are fewer because of how flygon doesn’t have those kind of scales. It has scales on its chest to protect its heart and shorter, more flygon like arms. The scales that were on its head extended to be more like the flygon ear things and it’s tail scales are thinner and diamond shaped. It still has the ears like the jangmo-o and a shorter muzzle than a pure blooded Komo-o.
"You're cute when you're angry." //Imagining an angry Yuu-chan is simply adorable.
The demon glared at him. “I’m not cute.” If there was one thing the demon hated it was being called cute. Attractive and hot was alright, it was a fact, but cute was not. He wasn’t cute. “Especially not when I’m angry. Are you talking to the right person?”