when it crumbles

Comparing YOI Relationships

Does anyone else notice the more hetero storylines in Yuri on Ice are there to directly contrast against Victor & Yuuri’s relationship?

Georgi’s obssession with Anya consumed him, when she finally decides to leave mid-way through the performance, he pathetically crumbles.  When Yuuri gets into a disagreement with Victor in episode 7, he uses his skating to work through his emotions, he doesn’t let it overtake him – and ultimately comes out on top because of it.

In this episode, we see Crispino being extremely dependent on Sara and wanting to keep her to himself, to which she knows is unhealthy and stifling. And in contrast to that, Yuuri decides to perform the free skate by himself and let Victor see Makkachin. The fact that Sara saw Yuuri & Victor deciding want to do wasn’t a coincidence, maybe it’ll even give her a push in the right direction.

Victor & Yuuri’s relationship isn’t just romantic, it’s being seriously presented as the strongest relationship of the entire show.

Tribute to my best friend. You were always there for me, through sunshine and rain. When my dysfunctional family was crumbling down, when I was bullied in school, when the entire world seemed so bleak, you wagged your tail and smiled at me. And suddenly everything was going to be okay.

We dug giant holes in the backyard, filled it with water, jumped in and covered ourselves in mud. The best days were when we got to go to your favorite lake. You really loved to roll in duck poop and dead fish. I held you in my lap even when you smelled like rotten fish. I had to shampoo you twice and it was all so much fun.

With each divorce and remarriage, we had to move and give you away when the new place didn’t allow dogs. But somehow you always made it back to me. When emotional trauma gave me amnesia for one year, I couldn’t remember the people in my life but I remember you. If my mom had gone through with the suicide, I would have been okay because I had you.

I grew up and you grew old. Now I’m old enough to be okay on my own, and it was thanks to you. I’ll always miss you. Thank you for the 17 years of unconditional love.

     I get that Buster wearing an over-sized shirt is  “ cute “  but I’m a bit tired of people ignoring WHY he’s wearing such a shirt and saying how ‘funny’ or ‘cute’ this scene is because of it. The creators said Buster ‘dresses to impress’ and I believe this symbolizes a few things here.

     If you take a look at the room, you can see Moon probably was there for a bit. Eddie appeared to have bought them a pizza to eat, and even made a little bed for his friend. Sounds like a typical thing I do for my own friends! I’ll even spare them clothes to wear. But consider this:

                  MOON HAD NO HOME TO GO BACK TO.

     When the theater crumbled down, Buster lost all of his belongings … plus the only place he counted as his “house”, for he was sleeping in the drawer. Probably couldn’t afford his own place, AND the theater at the same time. All he got to take back with him was the clothes on his back, his father’s old car wash bucket, and the picture frame of when he first opened the theater.

     So, the shirt Eddie offered him to wear, deep down, is kind of … sad. Moon is probably washing the ONLY outfit he himself owns, but he probably doesn’t even care that much at that point. There is no reason to dress to impress anymore. Eddie is a good friend for letting him wear an old college shirt, even if its a bit big on Buster. 

     The whole scene when everyone comes to help Buster, and he tells them “NONE OF THIS IS OKAY” says a lot, really. He isn’t lying anymore. He isn’t going to pretend. From this moment, we can see the amazing character development the characters have went through so far —— and how despite Moon lying, and that there is no prize, and that there is no theater … everyone still comes around to SUPPORT Moon, and wishing to do the show. 

     He ignores any sort of help, for he is hopeless at this point. He doesn’t CARE how someone sees him at this point. This is so against his character beforehand, so we can tell how broken Buster is in this.

     Hell, even when he’s reading the newspaper, and what they said to him … do you know what he does? HE BOWS. As if he’s like  “this is me. this is all i am. this is what my life is.” and he does later say this! Admitting how AFRAID he is. Well —— wouldn’t you be in his situation? 

     So, I don’t find this scene cute at all. It’s really sad really.


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Originally posted by minseokked

Pairing: Suga (Yoongi) x Reader

Word Count: 389

“Tell me a secret.”

“Tell me a secret.”

I’m in love with you.

You never leave my mind, you’re always there; mentally if not physically. It’s puzzling really, how I fell in love with you. You were always there for me even when my whole world was crumbling to pieces. You were the stability that I needed and I thank you for that, I love you so much for that. I’m in love with you and I only just realized that. 

Love feels weird, it’s a feeling that always keeps me warm inside even when I can’t help but be cold. It’s a feeling that stretches all around, it makes me feel overwhelmed yet it completes me entirely. It’s dangerous yet it makes me feel so incredibly safe when in your arms. It feels as if a hole I never knew I had inside me was filled from top to bottom. 

It’s unexpected - terrifying even how I can go from you being a complete stranger, to then being completely infatuated by you, needing you by my side at every waking moment and wondering how it ever was that I was able to live without you, because I sure as hell couldn’t imagine being without you now and that’s what makes this even scarier. The fact that this is all one sided, that I’m the only one that loves you and you can only see me as a friend, but your arm is wrapped around me as we lay on the couch watching your favorite movie.

I know we’re young and I may be naive to say that I’m in love with you, but it’s the truth. I’m hopelessly in love with you. I love you more than I love myself, I know this is as cheesy as it gets but I’m in love with my best friend, my anchor, the one who holds me down when I want to desperately flee from my problems. 

His free hand wraps around yours, interlocking fingers. His eyes full of wonder and intrigue as to what you were thinking because of how long you hadn’t answered him.

“Are you-”

“I love you.” The silence felt like hours to you when it was only a couple of seconds, you spoke up again before Yoongi could even utter a word. “I’m in love with you, that’s my secret.”

Masculinity, should be judged on how you hold a woman after she lets you into her soul. How you compose yourself when she holds you when you crumble, to be humble. To collaborate both, intentions and desires. To know when you have her in your hands, she’s safe with who you are.
—  A Ordinary man with a extraordinary woman.
Swan (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

A/N: Okay, so I literally spent weeks writing this imagine and I almost cried when I finished it so I really hope you’ll enjoy. Hope you like how this turned out in the end XD 

P/S: Of course there’ll be a second part, the Astronomy Tower thing hasn’t happened yet.

If anyone was going to keep claiming that destruction is building around people little by little, like unseen shadows and unheard whispers, Y/N would safely contradict their strong beliefs with all the venom she could gather. It was all bullshit.

Utter bullshit.

And Y/N had to learn this the hard way.

When her world crumbled into tiny pieces, drowning her into impossible hopes and painful thoughts, which were once her everything, only to become her nothing. When her books scattered to the ground, her grip loosening and then giving away completely, her arms hanging loosely on either side of her body. Her mouth was slightly agape and her mind seemed a blur. But as she caught his familiar frame, her blood quickly boiled away the confusion in her veins.

She felt rage lurking through her body. The sight of his venomous smirk and pale, snowy features made her chest compress.

“Malfoy” she spat the words furiously, like they burned her tongue.

His lids lowered over his eyes, until they were only two slices of hidden ice. His lip curled up into a poisoned smile as he took her in.

“Y/L/N” he snapped, his lips moving with a repulsive twitch.

Dumbledore has officially gone mad.

She growled. The sight of his smirk was going to be forever burned on her retina, never leaving her memory. The dreadful words towards her and her friends which passed his lips with such ease were going to haunt her forever, echo around the walls of her mind.

Her hand instinctively reached up towards her neck, where a necklace Harry gave her was hanging and touched it lightly with the tips of her fingers. She felt like all her sanity was hanging from it too at the very moment.

She didn’t miss the contradictory flash in his eyes at her action.

“So you’re still Potter’s bitch, I see” he growled lowly, curling his lip.

“You son of a-”

“Is Potter here too, hiding behind your back or something? Or do you have tosser repellent somewhere between those books?”

Y/N locked her jaw and chewed on her tongue with growing fury. She only stopped when she felt a salty taste, somewhere, in one corner of her mouth. But she remained still, watching him with narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, but avoided to stare directly into his icy eyes for self-control measures. He stared back for a while, before he adverted his gaze, something from outside the window seeming to catch his attention.

He remained almost unchanged. The same blonde hair, the same snowy features and stormy, hidden eyes. Although he did seem more tired. The deep circles under his eyes and permanent frown he wore darkened his features. He seemed to be paler too, his skin shining like a paper sheet in the ghostly light. Good. She was glad he was suffering. Glad he received what he deserved.

And still… He managed to keep an air of beauty in all he did. The bastard…  

But all the terrible things he did, all the terrible things he said and thought… All the terrible things he is going to do. They haunted Y/N’s mind like the ghosts of the dead, screaming memories which should be forgotten, or murmuring things she’d like to remember.

No, she blamed it all on illogical thinking which led to a moment of pure insanity. That’s all…

“You are a joke of a human being” she murmured soberly after a few solid minutes of tensed silence.

His eyes snapped back to her, sour and with a dangerous flash.


But then Y/N caught his frozen gaze and felt something in her soul snap. Her eyes widened, darkening a fraction, all of her heavy feelings flowing up to the surface and dancing around her Y/E/C irises.

“You have nothing. You are nothing. No friends, no achievements… I bet no family too. They’re probably keeping you alive for your precious Dark Lord’s purposes”

Venom was filling her voice, and she found it intoxicating. His expression suddenly changed, dangerous thunders dancing across his features at the mention of his family. His mouth curved into a cold sneer.

“What does it feel like?” Y/N asked lowly, furrowing her brows. “How does it feel like to know you are worthless for this world?”

“What the fuck do you mean, Mudblood?” his voice was shaky, filled with untamed rage, as he spat the words at her, disgusted.

“Don’t you get it? You can’t do anything good-”

“Fuck off-”

“You can’t even be a proper Death Eater, pissing Voldemort off until he’d torture you. Your constant failure to do anything worthwhile has destroyed any expectations or confidence anyone had in you”

She felt like mirroring the sinister sneer on his lips as she saw his cocky façade flinch at her words.


His jaw locked and his stare fell on his lap. He seemed to chew on his tongue for a while, as the need to challenge the witch felt rich in his throat, tickling his tonsils and urging him to ball his fist until all the blood drained from his knuckles. He gritted his teeth until he could literally hear them screech, but refused to release the tension in his jaw.

It felt degrading.

How she knew those painful things. Those fucking truths. It hurt his very core. To acknowledge the fact that he didn’t do one bloody thing the right way. No matter which side he tried to please, he’d fail miserably.

The same went for Voldemort. The fucker probably wanted his head on a golden plate considering how the summer passed at the Malfoy Manor.

It has been a shit day for Draco. A shit month. A shit year.

“I didn’t have a choice” he muttered scratchily, unable to stop the words from passing his lips.    

Y/N’s head snapped towards him so quickly, she thought she heard the bones crack and snap. If she hadn’t been so close to him, she probably wouldn’t have heard his accidental confession. For a moment, she wondered if he even addressed her, seeming like he was completely oblivious to the world.

Her eyebrows twitched as she regarded him with narrowed eyes. He was staring blankly at the wooden bench before him, the subtle movements of the train making his body rock back and forth gently. His lids felt heavy and the sound of the wind blowing made his powerful heartbeat rise up to his ears and temples.

With a moment of hesitation, Y/N slowly entered the compartment and approached the wooden bench with wary steps. She sat down gently and bowed her head to peer at Draco’s face. Her eyebrow arched at the sight of his half closed eyes. His breath was deeper, harsher, she observed, and the rise and falls of his chest became regular. Then, her stare hopelessly fell on his parted lips.

She quickly scolded herself for her too lingering gaze and reached a book she brought with her, opening at the first page and inhaling the satisfactory smell of old books. Her lungs filled with an intoxicating smell and her lips parted, mumbled, rhythmic words tumbling from her mouth and filling the room drowned in honey light, the final rays of sun slicing through the glass and dancing across their features.

“You have no choice either, Head Girl… You’re stuck with me.” he breathed, making her close her eyes with a flutter and a soft sigh.

She leaned her forehead against the cold, foggy window, gulping down the tight lump in her throat.

Draco’s lids finally fluttered shut as he let himself fall into the unknown depths of unconsciousness, forbidden dreams blurring his mind and sweet feminine murmurs echoing as a lullaby at the back of his head.  

Shrilling sounds pierced through Y/N’s brain. Still in a blissful state, she rolled on her side, trying to hide behind her peaceful dreams again and tucked her head under a pillow, hoping that would block reality from her sleeping form. But as more sounds tiptoed their way into her room, she finally let go of the drowsy feeling which was engulfing her only few moments ago.

She lifted a heavy lid, pure darkness blocking her view. The next bang sliced at her sleepy ears with a grating echo, causing a soft groan to escape her slightly swollen lips.

Then, as more crashing sounds pierced her ears, her eyes snapped open and went wide, while she sucked in a harsh gasp. Her palms went to cover her livid face. Blinking away the last remains of her sleep, she gulped back her dry throat.

Three weeks. Three fucking weeks and she already felt like dying.

When she lowered her hands and tilted her head, a scowl was plastered on her face. With a grit of her teeth, she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself from between the covers. When her sock covered feet stopped in front of the door and her fingers curled around the doorknob, she took in a calming breath and opened the door with an expressionless face.

As her eyes darted around the dark hallway, a loud crashing sound escaped from his room. Her body cringed immediately, the straight face she’d put on faltering and her jaw locking. She approached his room, eyeing his door with narrowed eyes.

Grasping the door handle between her fingers, a shiver trailed down her spine. She was about to enter an unknown territory, a dark world, which she avoided with much wariness. His territory. Until now. She yanked the door open with a small breath and peered inside the room.

Y/N gasped at the mess in front of her.  

The furniture in his room was completely shattered, dented beyond recognition. The window was broken and the bedding was ripped, like some kind of animal leashed from deep within him, its claws digging into the sheets like they would do with flesh. Pieces of shattered glass and wood shards were decorating the floor. The single flower he ever had in his room was then lying at his feet like a dying swan, its white petals withered, lifeless.

He was standing in the middle of the floor, with his palms against his face, slumped into a defeated position. He was muttering between ragged breaths, his lip curling every time a word would leave his mouth.

Y/N’s wild stare scanned the wreckage with confusion, before her eyes were drawn to Draco, in the centre of the room. She felt a glitch in her chest and she rushed to his side, sinking to her knees and grabbing his shoulder gently with a hand, the other going up to his face.

“Draco” she whispered close to his face, feeling all of her previous anger drain “Draco, what’s wrong?”

The snowy boy slowly tilted his head towards her, his unfocused and absent eyes flashing with a hint of recognition and life. She sighed in relief, lightly stroking his pale cheek with her thumb.

“Draco, look at me” she pleaded, slightly pushing his chin up “What happened?”

His half lidded eyes slowly travelled across her features and wandered on her gaze.

“I don’t know” he whispered, his lips barely parting.

Y/N’s brows knitted together in a deep frown. His voice sounded awfully absent.

“Draco” she repeated quietly, bowing her head a little to gaze into his stormy eyes “Tell me why you trashed your room”

“How long have we been here, Y/L/N?”

Her eyebrows twitched, but she quickly added up the dates in her mind.

“No more than a few weeks. Three, I think” she offered, watching him close his eyes and sigh.

“It feels longer”

She narrowed her eyes slightly at his remark, but nevertheless grabbed her wand.

“I’m going to… fix your room, okay? Just… don’t move”

With a quick flick of her wand, all of the broken shards came back together. He didn’t even flinch. Lowering her wand, Y/N peered at Draco again.

The ease her concern came with when seeing him in his lonely heap on the floor frightened her. But at the same time, the distant look in his orbs made her chest ache.

She didn’t really remember when she started to, but she cared for him, although it was a poisonous feeling to share. And even if it hurt her pride to acknowledge it, she didn’t despise him anymore. Almost all of her negative feelings toward the contradictious blonde seemed to dissolve over the past few weeks in which they were forced to live together.

A sigh escaped her lips as she watched him gaze off into the distance.

Merlin forgive me…

She shifted from her position slightly so that she was now facing him. Placing her leg between his, she leaned in and rested her head onto his shoulder, her arms taking a hold of his neck. In the first few seconds, she feared he might reject her, or feel the anxious beats of her heart, but his body soon relaxed, his arms snaking around her waist. She let out a relived breath, before closing her eyes.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours, in each other’s arms, neither of them wanting to break the silence.

With his arms around her and with his warmth engulfing her, Y/N seemed to figure more than one thing out.

He wasn’t that insufferable prick she’d known for so many years. At least not all the time. At least not anymore. Something was changing him. Maybe the war. Maybe something else. But he began making his own choices and judgements. He began thinking for himself and, after all those days with hot headed arguments and venomous words, he finally seemed to step over some of his prejudices. He had begun to see past his pride and all that pure blood bullshit.

An almost smile crept across her lips.

She was changing too.

She wasn’t seeing him just as a Death Eater anymore. He wasn’t like them. Cruel, brain washed… evil. No. He was not evil. He has been misled. Because he had his own thoughts and opinions. They were just denied by everyone in his family, replaced with some ridiculous bollocks.

Death Eaters were inhuman, almost.  

Draco was certainly human, despite his every attempt to erase his feelings. The ice in his soul finally began to melt.

She, herself, began melting. At the sight of him. At the thought of him. Because of him.

The bastard…

If she’d had any doubts before, the deep, natural concern she felt for his strange behaviour washed them all.

And she found it worrisome. He was still unpredictable.

This arrangement seemed to fuck with her brain even further.  

Because she didn’t care anymore. About the terrible things he’d done, or said. Or about his rejections and icy behaviour towards her. Or about his conflicted thoughts. About him being a Slytherin, or about his inked forearm. She was going to help him.

Because she didn’t fucking care anymore.

“Tomorrow is going to be different…” he murmured in a scratchy voice, breaking the silence. “Like usual”

“I know, Draco” Y/N answered after a slight pause. “I know”

That night, she became another person…

Y/N yawned, her free hand moving up to rub her tired eyes. The old pieces of parchment laid scattered in front of her, while numerous books occupied the space on her desk. This War was eating her whole and draining the last drop of energy she had. Well, whatever remained at the end of her “Draco spent” day.

And the worst thing was, no matter how hard she tried to eradicate him from her thoughts, she just couldn’t. Be it in stubborn flashbacks of their… soft moments spent together or just in general musings about his behaviour and words, he just won’t bloody leave her mind.

But then again, did she really want him to leave her head?

She sighed, smoothening her Y/H/C curls with a quick move of her hand.

She wasn’t sure anymore. Everything seemed a blur. All she wanted, at the moment, was to change his mind. To make him realise that she was a person, despite her blood. That the damned blood did not matter.

And he seemed to change his reflection on things. She could see it. He was still battling with his prejudices, but he was slowly starting to acknowledge that they were all the same, in a way or another: mudbloods, purebloods, half-bloods or squibs. That your blood status should not determine the way you’re supposed to live your life.

She just… she just wanted him to view them differently. To view her differently.

Shit. This was not healthy thinking at all.

But she was almost certain that he was starting to doubt her blood status issues.

Or at least she hoped he was.

She shook her head, trying to cast away the confusing thoughts which were lurking inside her already messed up brain. She blinked a few times just to prove her point and focused her gaze on the scribbled page before her eyes.

I need to concentrate… “A Horcrux is an object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality-”

Y/N stopped herself short. She has already read that sentence three times now.


She groaned in annoyance, banging her head against the desk. She really started to wonder if this arrangement Dumbledore settled for them was appropriate… or healthy, if anything.

Probably not.

A shiver chased up her spine and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing at her cold skin. She lunged for her bed, grabbing a soft blanket and lightly placed it across her shoulders, tugging at it and its warmth.

Then, a dangerous thought crossed her mind.

What if he’s cold?

She found herself worrying about him, when really she shouldn’t. She was starting to question if these unexplained emotions were coming from selfish reasons. It would have been the best alternative.

Shame it wasn’t true one indeed.

Y/N predictably chewed on her lip, while debating what the bloody hell she should do.

“Godric forgive me for what the hell I’m doing” she murmured to herself, while she lightly creeped out of her room and tiptoed across the hallway.

With at least three minutes of hesitation outside his door, she swallowed back the bitter lump in her throat and angled her wand in its direction.


Y/N couldn’t help but grimace as the door cracked open, revealing his dark room.

Good grief, what am I even doing here?

She pushed a little more magic into her dim Lumos charm, just enough to discern blurry shapes and outlines. She peered inside the room and took a few tentative steps inside. Her gaze eventually fell onto the limp heap from the bed. She stretched her arm a little bit more, pointing her wand towards him. The light shimmered on his white skin, giving life to moonlight reflections across his face and urging her to bite her lip nervously.

Draco was having a nightmare and the terrible whimpers that stumbled from his lips made the muscles in Y/N’s body tense. Staring a little bit further, she caught the light from her wand shining in silvery droplets against his forehead. One isolated droplet smoothly travelled across the skin of his temple and jaw, coming to rest onto his lips. Y/N followed its path with petrified eyes and parted lips, her stare catching every roll and slide.

Y/N had to clasp her hand against her mouth to muffle the loud gasp that slipped past her lips. Her eyes widened a fraction as reality seemed to crawl its way back in, bringing painful realisations in her mind.

She couldn’t.    

Frowning in disbelief, she continued towards his bed warily.

He was trashing and squirming, mumbling shaky words from time to time. His face was covered in a layer of sweat, which was streaming down his forehead. Y/N watched helplessly as his dreams melted into a cold river and poured away from his head, only to enter his subconscious again, with a blurry fraction of this reality.

She sank to her knees beside his bed and slowly removed the thick blanket from her shoulders. Edging anxiously close, she peppered it over his body, accidentally brushing her hand against the frosty skin of his shoulder. Her muscles froze when he flinched at her touch and a mumble passed his dry lips.

“I have to do this. I have to kill you… Or he’s going to kill me…”  

Bringing a shaky hand to her mouth, her eyes darted up to his face, which was contorted with anguish. He seemed in pain, like he was tortured by the images that tumbled inside his head. Y/N didn’t know if it was cruel, but she could only find it fascinating.

“Draco” she whispered, softly touching his arm “Draco wake up”

He whined, cranking his neck to the side with a sudden move.

“Shhh” she lulled, resting her palms on both of his cheeks “It’s me, Draco. It’s okay… Wake up”

His tensed muscles immediately relaxed and his throaty growls slowly faded. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“It’s okay, Draco. It’s okay… Wake up, wake up”

With her final murmur, smoky eyes flew open, his wild stare still unfocused. He stood up abruptly and grabbed both of her wrists, sending her body forward with a tug. Their chests collided, urging his laboured breath to hitch in his throat for a moment and sending an electric jolt throughout their bodies.

Y/N sank her teeth into her bottom lip and bit hard, enough to prevent any words from passing her lips. They were close. Dangerously so. And it made her chest burn.

His wild eyes travelled all over her face and she felt her features melt under his penetrating gaze. She stared right back at him, unable to tear her eyes away. She found herself mesmerized by the unknown feelings which swirled in the back of his stormy orbs.

Then, she blinked. And that seemed to urge time into flowing again.

“Y/L/N” he mumbled, snapping her out of her trance.

His eyes lowered a bit.

“What are you doing here?”

Y/N swallowed back her nerves and parted her lips, but no answer came out. Letting out a few shaky breaths, she finally let the words dart around the room.

“I- I thought you were cold… so I- I just… brought you a blanket”

His features barely softened, as his brow lowered.

“I’m sorry… I- I know I shouldn’t have entered your room but- but you had a nightmare and I just… You seemed tortured, so I woke you up…” she stuttered, lowering her gaze and turning her head away.

She hoped she’d escape from his penetrating eyes, but she still felt his stare at the back of her head. Her chest constricted with uneasiness and she shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly aware of their close proximity, she tried to put a little bit of space between their bodies, but Draco’s strong arm curled around her waist, keeping her in place. The frosty grip of his fingers coiled around her chin, tilting her head so they made eye contact again.


Her eyebrows twitched, mirroring his frown. Now that she thought about it… she hadn’t really had a reason to come. She just… felt like it. She was mentally punching herself for the shitty answer which came to her mind. The cold was just a pretext honestly. And now she felt rather pathetic. No, she was rather pathetic. She did not remember when her dangerous feelings for him bloomed inside her heart, flowers and petals opening every second she spent with him, thinking about him, seeing him…

Good God…

That was going to be the death of her.

“I- I told you already… I thought you were cold-”

But his figure remained doubtful while he cranked his neck to loom over her. Y/N barely had the time to release a surprised yelp as he brought his face close to hers and gripped her middle tighter, trapping her in his hold.

“Well I don’t buy it” he coldly remarked.

Y/N stifled a sigh of defeat. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek nervously.

“Besides…” she continued softly “I- I wanted to come”

She didn’t miss the shock which clouded his cold stare. As a result of her words, his stormy eyes softened, the icy gaze melting into liquid silver. Her heartbeat accelerated as she realised how close their faces were. His curious eyes peered into her Y/E/C orbs, searching for something she couldn’t make out. Without any hint of hesitation, she opened her mind and soul and heart to him. She wouldn’t have been able to resist in front of him anyway. She let him see the sincerity of her words, praying to unknown forces that his eyes saw right through her nervousness.

He slowly moved his stare from her orbs, his new interest consisting in her lips, which she was biting anxiously. His gaze flickered between her lips and eyes, before he swiftly sliced the final inches between them, his mouth catching hers.

The contact sent a pulse throughout her body. While her response came as timid, there was no hesitation from his part. There was passion between their mouths, but supressing that, was desperation. Desperation was filling the room and the air, intoxicating and suffocating the both of them.

Twenty beats of her heart and the kiss was over. But his face remained over hers. He dropped his forehead against hers, keeping their lips close. His hot breath stroked her cheeks and his fingers rubbed absent patterns across her back. Suddenly, she felt very tired. Her lids lowered, so her eyes were thin and almost hidden. Her whole body felt heavy. Too heavy. She propped herself against him, slumping her shoulders and hoping he’d hold her weight.

“Draco…” she whispered, sealing her eyes and slightly moving her forehead against his.

If he hadn’t been so close to her face, he wouldn’t have heard the sleep slurred mumble that passed her lips. Draco shifted, so she was now resting in his arms, her head fallen on his shoulder. She looked tipsy with exhaustion, her body completely limp against his. Not even a flinch.

Not that he minded. She was light as a feather, her weight almost insignificant to him. Which made him wonder… Has she ate anything consistent recently? Probably not. He was always locked up in her room, doing Merlin knows what for those fucktards she kept around. And he didn’t like that. Not one bit. She paled a lot recently, dark bags appeared under her eyes and her presence became ghostly, faded. Although her eyes seemed to hold the same fire of determination as always. Haven’t Potter or Weasley acknowledged what was happening to her?

No, of course not.

Those morons she called friends were utterly oblivious to her exhaustion and concern, which were eating her alive. A little bit more help required from Potter and she’ll be out of it in no time.

The simple thought made him bare his teeth.

The sleep slurred mumble which tumbled from her lips caught his attention and snapped him out of his deep debates. He stretched his neck a little bit to have a better look at her sleeping form. His eyes wandered over her face, chest, arms, torso, legs, analysing every patch of skin which came into his view, desperately looking for a single flaw on her seemingly perfect body. But it was meaningless. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find one thing to despise about her. Whether he searched her body, or roamed through her mind. She certainly was a person. A person with deep feelings, thoughts and emotions. His eyes remained fixed on her delicate face. Her skin shone with an unreal glow in the pale, cold light of the moon rays which sliced the glass of his window. The shadows of a few tiny freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose. Her Y/E/C flames were hidden behind her lids and long eyelashes, her Y/H/C mess of curls cascading down her face and shoulders, covering her cheeks. Following the tip of one curl, his gaze naturally fell onto her petal tinted lips. All of her was beautiful, all of her was pure. He almost felt the urge to lift the corners of his lips.


But he knew that all pure, innocent things in life died, withered as soon as times of turbulence came. His heart clenched painfully with deep worry for the unconscious girl in his arms.

She tries to see the good in everyone. Even in me.

Whether that was her strongest quality, or her fatal flaw, he couldn’t decide.

He slowly lowered himself back onto the bed, placing themselves between the sheets which were certainly going to smell like her in the morning.


Draco continued to stare at her. He was afraid that if he’d move, she was going to blend with the air and he’d open his eyes, drenched in a cold sweat and surrounded only by his ragged breaths, to find out it was only a dream. He wanted it to be real. It was real.

Wasn’t it?

Shit, she was fucking with his brain even when she was sleeping.

A sudden twitch of her body made him freeze. He regarded her with wide eyes, as she reached for him and buried her face into his shoulder. He slowly focused his eyes onto her face.


The murmur of his name tingled the frosty skin of his neck and sent a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes and hold his breath. For a moment, he was afraid the wild beats of his heart were going to wake her up. Slowly releasing the compressed air from his lungs, he stole one last glance at her. Lying like that next to him, she remembered him painfully much of a swan. He used to love the birds. Now it seemed he loved swans with alluring voices and Y/E/C orbs too.

Sweet Salzar, he was fucked.

Deciding to step over his pride, he swallowed back the contradictory thoughts which threatened to burst out of his chest and head, gently snaking his arm around her middle and resting his palm onto her back, rubbing absent patterns against her skin and bringing her body closer to his, suddenly carving her body warmth. Letting his head rest lightly on top of hers, his lids slowly fluttered shut.

That night, he became another person…

Even though he knew. All of this was going to change upcoming morning. Because this was only temporary.

The calm between storms.

*5sos drama gets out of control*

Me: *puts earphones in*

Me (screaming while tears run down my face) : EVeN WHEN THe SKY iS FALL1NG D0Wn. EvEN WHEn THE 3ARTH Is CRUMBLING aR0UND My FE3T

Thank You

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 839 (Before Lyrics)
Warnings: Fluff
Challenge:  This was written for @chelsea-winchester’s 200 Challenge. My song was “Thank You” by Led Zeppelin.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Could I request Lucifer x reader where she has black and white angel wings tattoos covering her back and one night after having sex, she just dozing off on her stomach and Lucifer starts to trace a finger over the tattoos and press kisses to her skin while confessing his feelings of love thinking she’s fallen asleep?

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