Curse Me, Pretty Pls-

Curse me, pretty pls-

so currently i am reading insurgent (2nd book of divergent trilogy)... AND GUESS WHAT!! I GODAMN FUCKING GOOGLED WHETHER THE ENDING IS SATISFACTORY OR NOT AND FOUND OUT THAT TRIS DIED AND CHRISTINA GOESS OFF WITH TOBIAS!!

now i need to vent about it!!

(ok i am going to write a poem on the ending like i imagine)

But, like c'mmon!! Can y'all tell me? Is the ending worth it? WITHOUT ACTUALLY GIVING AWAY ANYMORE SPOILERS-

Edit: I actually like the ending... especially the epilogue

Echoes of Silence

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Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1410

Summary: In the aftermath of the war, Draco Malfoy wrestles with a profound identity crisis, liberated from the weight of his family's expectations but adrift in a world without the darkness that once defined him. Desperate, he turns to the one person he thinks might understand, the one person who’d always seemed to have the answers.

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Without the looming shadow of his family’s expectations, he found himself in a profound identity crisis. Who was he without the pressure, without the darkness that had defined his life for so long?

Draco wandered through the halls of Malfoy Manor, a ghost in his own home. The once grand estate felt like a prison now, the silence echoing his inner turmoil. He’d tried to bury himself in books, in potions, in anything that could distract him from the gnawing emptiness inside.

But nothing worked.

Desperate, he turned to the one person he thought might understand, the one person who’d always seemed to have the answers.

Hermione Granger.

It had taken all his courage to send that owl. Hermione was busy with her work at the Ministry, tirelessly advocating for equality and justice.

She was everything he wasn’t—brave, strong, righteous. What right did he have to ask anything of her?

But he was drowning, and he needed help.

Hermione was surprised when she received Draco’s letter.

They hadn’t spoken much since the end of the war, their paths having diverged sharply. Still, she couldn’t ignore the plea in his words. Reluctantly, she agreed to meet him at a small café in Diagon Alley, away from prying eyes.

When she arrived, Draco was already there, looking pale and gaunt. His usual aristocratic composure was shattered, replaced by a haunted look in his eyes.

Hermione sat down across from him, unsure of what to say.

"Thank you for coming," Draco began, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione nodded, waiting for him to continue. She could sense the turmoil within him, and it unsettled her. Despite their history, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

" I don’t know who I am anymore," Draco confessed, staring into his cup of untouched tea. “Without my family’s influence, without the hatred that defined me for so long... I’m lost.”

Hermione’s heart ached at his admission. She knew the feeling all too well, the sense of being unmoored in a world that had changed so drastically.

She leaned forward, her expression softening.

"Draco, finding yourself takes time. It’s not something that happens overnight. You need to allow yourself to heal."

Draco clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. “But how? How do I move on from everything I’ve done? From the things I’ve seen?”

Hermione took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “You start by forgiving yourself. And then, you make amends where you can. You can’t change the past, but you can shape your future.”

Her words, though well-meaning, struck a nerve. Draco’s temper flared.

"Forgive myself? You make it sound so easy! You don’t understand what it’s like to be me, to carry this guilt, this shame!"

Hermione’s eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand! I’ve spent years fighting for justice, for people like you to have a second chance. But you have to want it, Draco. You have to be willing to work for it!”

The tension between them crackled like lightning. Draco stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. “I knew this was a mistake,” he spat, turning to leave.

Hermione was on her feet in an instant, grabbing his arm. “No, you don’t get to walk away! Not this time!” Her grip was firm, and for a moment, Draco saw a flicker of something in her eyes—compassion, understanding, maybe even a hint of her own pain.

Draco pulled away, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “What do you want from me, Granger? I’m trying, but it’s not enough!”

“Then try harder!” Hermione shot back, her voice rising. “You can’t just give up because it’s difficult. We all have our demons, Draco. You’re not the only one suffering.”

Something in her words broke through his defences. Draco’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. “I don’t know how,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t know how to be better.”

Hermione’s expression softened again, and she reached out, taking his hand in hers. “Then let me help you. We can figure it out together.”

Draco looked at her, the anger fading from his eyes, replaced by a glimmer of hope. He nodded slowly, the weight of his struggles momentarily lifting.

"Okay,” he said quietly. “Together.”

Later that evening as a rainstorm waged outside, Draco found himself restless. He paced the quiet halls of Malfoy Manor, his mind swirling with thoughts of his conversation with Hermione. Her words echoed in his ears, challenging him to confront his past and strive for a better future.

As Draco paced the grand halls of Malfoy Manor, the rain intensified outside, drumming against the windows like a persistent reminder of his inner turmoil. He couldn't shake the weight of his conversation with Hermione earlier that day.

Her words had pierced through his defences, stirring emotions he had long buried beneath the facade of Malfoy pride.

With each step, he felt the walls of his ancestral home closing in on him. He needed air, space—anything to escape the suffocating silence that echoed his uncertainty.

Without a plan, he found himself drawn to the large oak doors leading to the garden. Pushing them open, he stepped into the cool night air, the scent of rain and earth mingling around him.

Lost in thought, Draco almost didn't notice the figure standing at the edge of the garden, her silhouette illuminated by flashes of lightning.

Hermione stood there, her hair dampened by the rain, staring out into the darkness with a contemplative expression.

Their eyes met across the distance, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Draco hesitated, unsure whether to approach her. But as another crack of thunder echoed through the sky, Hermione turned towards him, her gaze searching his face.

"Draco," she called out softly, her voice barely audible over the storm.

He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and longing.

"Hermione," he replied, his voice carrying a rare vulnerability.

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. Draco responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him.

The kiss was a release of all the pent-up emotions, the pain, the longing, the unspoken desire. It was rough, urgent, filled with years of suppressed feelings. Hermione’s hands tangled in his hair, while Draco’s grip on her waist tightened, anchoring himself to her.

She gasped into his mouth as he trailed fiery kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her back arched, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat radiating off him. His hands roamed over her wet clothes, sliding under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin.

"Draco,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “We shouldn’t...”

"Stop me,” he whispered back, his breath hot against her ear. “If you don’t want this, stop me now.”

But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Instead, she pulled him closer, her nails scraping lightly across his back as she kissed him with a renewed intensity. His hands slipped under her shirt, pushing it up, his fingers skimming over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Hermione’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as Draco’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. His hands were everywhere—her waist, her back, sliding down to grip her thigh and lift her leg around his waist.

"Gods, Hermione,” Draco groaned, his voice raw with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She let out a small sigh, hoping he couldn't hear it against the thunder-rain as his lips moved to her neck, sucking and nibbling on her sensitive skin.

Hermione's voice was a rough whisper as she pressed her forehead against hers. “Draco, I...”

Before she could finish, a loud clap of thunder echoed through the alley, startling them both. They jumped apart, their hearts racing with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"I... I should go," Draco stammered, his cheeks flushed.

Hermione nodded silently, unable to meet his eyes. Without another word, Draco turned and hurried away into the rain, leaving her standing alone in downpour, as the darkness slowly consumed her, the taste of his kiss still lingering on her lips.

ok i need to rant about this, rn-

THE WORD "MENAGERIE" HAS A LITERAL MEANING!! LIKE, HOW COULD I NOT KNOW?!

Menagerie: A collection of wild animals kept in captivity for exhibition.

Like, when Inej was referred as the — Suli Lynx

And the Fjerdan Wolf, the Zemeni Fawn, the Kaelish girl is known as the mare for her red hair, the Ravkan Fox, the Shu Serpant in the Menagerie

THEY WERE ALL REFERRED AS ANIMALS !! LIKE, THAT'S WHY THE ANIMALS' NAMES NEVER CHANGED!!

During the Ice Court Heist, when Inej dressed up as the Suli Lynx, initially she was not held back, because no one other than Tante Heleen knew about the true identities of the girls!!

And the fact that no one even suspected a thing about the Kaelish switch that Nina did, really makes me question whether Heleen even bothered to keep a track of all the girls or not...

So, Heleen knew about Inej because Kaz invested in her?

"I can help you." Those were the first words she’d spoken to him, standing in the parlor of the Menagerie, draped in purple silk, eyes lined in kohl. She had helped him. And she’d nearly destroyed him. 

Beneath the Howling Moon

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Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 937

Summary: It a Full Moon Night and Lupin has to go to the Shrieking Sack where he finds Sirius.

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The full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the grounds of Hogwarts. Remus Lupin felt the pull of it deep in his bones, a reminder of the monster lurking beneath his skin.

He had always been good at hiding his pain, his fear, but tonight felt different.

More intense. More desperate.

He walked the empty corridors, each step echoing like a heartbeat, until he reached the familiar wooden door of the Shrieking Shack. Pushing it open, he was met with darkness, the kind that swallowed everything whole. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, sealing himself away from the world.

Except, he wasn't alone.

"Sirius?" Remus's voice was a whisper, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing.

A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and lean, with a mop of black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes. Sirius Black, his best friend, his everything, stood before him, looking as tormented as Remus felt.

"I couldn't let you go through this alone," Sirius said, his voice rough with emotion. "Not tonight.

Remus swallowed hard, the familiar ache of longing mixing with the ever-present fear of losing control. "You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous."

" I don't care," Sirius snapped, stepping closer.

"I care about you, Remus. More than anything."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. Remus closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. He felt Sirius's hand on his cheek, warm and steady, grounding him in the moment.

"I hate seeing you like this," Sirius murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I wish I could take it all away."

"You can't," Remus choked out. "This is who I am."

"Then let me help you carry it," Sirius whispered, his lips ghosting over Remus's. "Let me be here for you."

Sirius's eyes were filled with a fierce determination, a promise of unwavering support. He gently cupped Remus's face with both hands, his touch tender yet resolute. Remus felt the warmth of Sirius's palms seep into his skin, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. For a moment, they just stood there, breathing each other's air, their foreheads touching. The tension between them crackled like electricity, a tangible force that drew them closer.

"I've seen you at your worst, Remus," Sirius continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I've seen you at your best. None of it changes how I feel about you."

Remus's breath hitched, the weight of Sirius's words settling over him like a comforting blanket. He opened his eyes, meeting Sirius's intense gaze, and saw nothing but firm love and acceptance.

The air grew thick with unspoken emotion, the space between them charged with anticipation. Sirius's thumb traced the line of Remus's jaw, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine. Remus's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the silent plea he couldn't bring himself to voice.

"You're not alone," Sirius said softly, his breath warm against Remus's lips. "Not as long as I'm here."

Their mouths met in a desperate kiss, a clash of need and fear, love and anguish. Remus clung to Sirius, his fingers digging into his shoulders as if letting go would mean losing him forever. Sirius responded with equal fervour, his hands roaming over Remus's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

They stumbled back, falling onto the rickety bed that groaned under their weight. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the need for connection overpowering everything else. Remus felt the heat of Sirius's skin against his own, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

"Sirius," he gasped, his voice breaking. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Sirius promised, his eyes dark with desire and determination. "I trust you."

Remus wanted to believe him, wanted to lose himself in the moment, but the fear was always there, lurking in the back of his mind.

Still, he let Sirius guide him, let himself be swept away by the passion that consumed them both.

Sirius's hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of Remus's body. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, a reminder that he was alive, that he was loved. He arched into Sirius's touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Please," Remus begged, his need almost painful. "I need you."

Sirius didn't hesitate, positioning himself over Remus, their bodies aligning perfectly. He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust a promise of love and devotion. Remus's world narrowed down to the feeling of Sirius inside him, the pleasure building with each movement.

They moved together, a tangle of limbs and whispered words, their connection deepening with every touch, every kiss. Remus felt the tension coiling inside him, tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped, sending him spiralling into ecstasy.

Sirius followed moments later, his release punctuated by a guttural moan that echoed through the room. They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty, sated bodies, their breaths mingling in the stillness.

For a long time, they lay there, neither wanting to break the fragile peace that had settled over them.

Remus felt a strange sense of calm, the fear that had gripped him earlier receding into the background.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

Sirius tightened his hold on him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Always."

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the cracks in the walls, Remus allowed himself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to face the darkness alone. With Sirius by his side, anything seemed possible.

Even love.

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Kaz

There was a knock on the door.

' What business? '

' It's me, Anika. '

Ever since Inej had left, Kaz had been alternating between Anika and Roeder as his new spiders. Neither were half as good, but he's had to do. They tried their best, but their best was not what Kaz needed.

    Especially tonight.

Unwillingly, he had, weighed his options and sent both Anika and Roeder, praying for their safety. If only Inej had been here.....

   His thoughts wheeled back to Inej..

Inej.

   He could have given her a reason to stay. He could have told her how she always managed to surge his adrenaline, make his heart thump...how she always managed to bring a smile on his face. He could have done so many things...

  Sankta Inej.

She was his Saint.

The saint he worshipped every damn single day, Praying, cussing, Shouting for her to return. But you don't worship a living saint. She would never know his pain. How lost he felt without her. How much he loved her. He could have told her—

     damn it! He could still write her. But formal letters containing information about the slaves were all he sent. Pages after pages lay helter-skelter in his study. Letters he wrote in the middle of the night calling her back, begging her to stay... telling her how he loved her... But he would never send them. If only, he could let go of his ego, his pride...

  'Open the door, boss. I have got some information.' The voice jolled him from his not-so-pleasant reverie, back to reality.

   'Focus, Kaz' , he willed himself.

 'If I didn't tell you come in, there must be a reason. I don't hire impatient spiders.'

    The voice behind the door tensed.

 'Come in.'

    The door creaked open, revealing a harrowed silhouette bearing the weight of a blood-stained, inert form in her arms.

   Blood was slowly dripping from her lips.