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𝕺n𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊,
—a Void wanted a boy. She was mad about him—wanted him. His heart. His liver. All the squishy foam parts of his little grey brain. Him. She would listen to everything. Even all the not-so-nice thoughts he sometimes had about himself. She’d listen and nod her head along, look him in his eyes—his real eyes, and tell him he was perfect just as he was. It was all him, and it was all brilliant.
She would twirl her hair. Blow big bubblegum bubbles. Not sneeze.
But he was always so dreadfully busy, gallivanting across London, always so far away. But this time was different, you see—it all started with a vanishing cabinet. Pesky thing, that was. It had seemed like an ordinary dresser, but no. She had tricked him. Once he had shut himself inside—ʰᵉ’ˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ—ⁿᵒˢʸ⸴ ⁿᵒˢʸ⸴ ⁿᵒˢʸ! All it took was a click.
He had visited Manhattan before, but it had been for business, and my—he had looked so lovely in that pinstripe suit! This time—supposedly—was for pleasure. That’s what his thoughts told her.
There he was—so handsome as he sat. Nice trousers. Hair slicked back. On the Q, he had heard the Muggles talk about something odd, the backrooms, was it? He hadn’t a clue what they were. They had shown each other these spaces that looked otherworldly, thin and yellowed out carpeted rooms filled with endless hallways—serene pools that lead to odd deaths. He had looked over their shoulders, curious and greedy. Her heart had thudded as he stepped into the cabinet—she could belong to him.
Now, he looked at the dark space he was flung into.
It wasn’t the backrooms. Whatever that Muggle thing was—a trend. He wasn’t floating. Okay, maybe he was—she was a void, after all, and the hair he had so perfectly coiffed this morning was spiraling away from him. If she had hands—real ones, that is—she would whisk it away from his pointy little face.
The space was almost a void. That’s what he was thinking. She was the Void. Black and endless, there were little blips of somethings that lined the space around him, little flickering in and out of existence, he thought—or were they more like winks? Oh, darling.
The space winked at him again. He frowned.
“Don’t flirt with me,” he snapped as he started to float sideways, glaring at the shimmer-y shimmers. He crossed his arms. “I’m taken.”
The Void radiated light as a soft chuckle floated through the nothingness. “Taken,” it said, “By whom? Your hand?”
He frowned. “I’ll have you know I’m a very desirable Wizard. Many witches are leaving calling cards at the Manor.” His legs kicked, arms swooped as he tried to see if a butterfly kick would get him anywhere away from—this thing. Whatever it was. He was a great swimmer on Earth.
But he was a shit swimmer in cold, black nothingness world. The Void hummed—almost laughed as Draco started to feel his body tickle.
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["Are you touching me?" He asked, "This isn't very consensual."]
“Oh, silly,” the void cooed, “I am you—what are you, made of carbon?”
“That doesn’t seem right,” he drawled, now floating upside down, “You sound too much like a lady.”
“Err—well, I,” the voice started.
“And even if you say we’re all stardust, I mean—what does that really mean?”
There was a stutter in the air, and once what had been shimmers looked more and more like great big pulses of red.
Draco flipped and floated on his back—perhaps to ignore the pulses that he could feel in his stomach, and crossed his arms behind his head. He was floating. Floating—he could almost imagine he was in Theo’s pool back in Nine Elms. It was a cute little one on a high-rise rooftop—Theo always had spare floaties, in fact, Draco’s favorite was a cute pink flamingo that was wearing sunglasses. He closed his eyes.
Yes, that was it. He was just back in London—hadn’t even tried to go to America to see Theo. Didn’t visit the Hamilton Grange in Manhattan. Hadn’t been spooked into hiding in a dresser.
It was all alright. He peeped his right eye open. The void was still voiding. The red blips had deepened into a shade of maroon, and they started to bleed into the nothing.
“Are you—are you avoiding me?” The void cried out, “I’ve been trying so hard–and, and and—” The soft voice was choking back its sobs as the bleeding red crept closer to him, “And I’ve been trying to put myself out there and, it’s so hard being an interdimensional force—do you know how hard it is to have intimacy when your body is bigger than almost anyone you could meet? Do you?”
Draco’s ears perked. It was the beginning of a woman scorned, one inch away from wails and body convulsions from the look of the red. He felt the tickles come back.
Maybe he was dead.
Hands held out, he looked—wherever, he didn’t really know. “Woah, woah now, I love how communicative you are with your feelings, but I am really taken by a girl who I love very much.”
A deep wail rolled out into space. Draco’s eyes widened. Maybe he’d never understand women.
“I mean,” he stuttered, “I’m sure you’re a very nice void, and I’m sure we could be very happy together, but I can’t just jump ship and sail away with you, you know? That’s not fair to her.”
In the end, there was a sniffle. Her resignation being that no matter the distance, the space, the matter—the cute little pink lungs that she longed to be a part of—no one would ever love her like a Sun. She was too big—too formless—too nothing.
And no one can ever love a nothing.
She had to let him go. Couldn’t stutter about it at all.
The air was still as she thought about it—fluttered her eyelashes, and oh goodness, she needed to get a lash fill, there was a gap—and she tried to fill her heart with all of the whatever she thought love must feel like. She knew that she could send him home to where he could be happy—to whomever he loved more.
She thought and thought and thought while he floated, patiently waiting for the Void to not consume him—sexually, of course. She had needs.
Away and away and away, he started to disappear, flickering in and out. Her heart skipped a beat. “I… love you!” She cried out as she felt the air wheeze out of his little jelly lungs. He was going back to 2005, a time filled with love, sunlight, and dirty-water hot dogs—Times Square in the only city in America that truly never slept—trust, she had looked.
London was boring, anyway.
The Void actually sent him back to 1776.
It was an accident. Her brain had just thought of it. She felt awfully sorry about that.
But now, there were rocks. Rocks everywhere. Big, shapely ones. The kind of rough, pokey rocks that you’d lob at chimneys if you hated your neighbors. They were digging into his ass. The Void could only watch from afar—the horror of her own little human, caught in a fray he had no stakes in.
The air was sharp with an acrid haze of gunpowder stinging his nostrils. Large cracks filled the air as his back straightened; he had heard about the guns from Hermione. They were like, Avada Kedavra but for Muggles, he supposed. Not something he really wanted in his life.
The battlefield was well—a battlefield. Lots of dead people all over. It made him think of 7th year. Men were shouting. Draco watched a man only a couple of meters away lunge and tackle another man. That man didn’t have a face anymore. His squishy grey brain mixed with pink as the other man’s club went up and down and up and down and clunk.
He felt a sting in his ear—hot and wet. So the Muggle Avada wasn’t a one-shot kill. Figures—muggles. Maybe he could lie down and pretend to die.
The Earth felt spongy, his body iron.
He could die a dramatic bitch.
As he turned his head, he saw a pair of red-coated frozen eyes staring back at him, only a meter away. Fun.
He missed the Void, just a little. And if she could send him into the wrong time, she could send him to some distant, far-off future, where there may be a new ear in it for him. Even if she asked for kisses.
The Void kicked her feet.
The eyes ahead of him looked golden just like—his breath caught as he saw a red-haired man in the distance, creeping up to him. Well, that was it. Dramatic bitch-ass death, it was time.
But the man didn’t kill him. (Pity, because part of him did want to bleed out via earlobe.) Instead, he grabbed Draco’s arm as he swung his body over his shoulder, as if Draco’s 6’5 and 17 stone were a toothpick.
Twirling her hair, the Void giggled this time.
Draco felt his body flop against the man’s back as they ran to the far side of the battlefield, finding shelter from the gunfire against a tree. The man’s eyes were a piercing blue, and the red of his hair was streaked through with silver.
If this were a fanfic, Draco would have blushed. Maybe even bit his lip a bit.
But that would have made the Void jealous.
The man pushed Draco’s shoulder against the tree. “You popped out of nowhere,” he said, voice thick with a highland accent. “Out of thin air.”
“Uuuuhh,” Draco said.
“You’re a traveler,” the man said, eyes squinting, “But you didn’t come through the stones.”
“Stones?” Draco said.
The Void was thinking.
The man squinted his eyes again. Not a good answer. Still not dead, though.
“I’ll take you to my wife—she’s a healer.”
The blood trickled down his neck as he sat on the stump. Knees knocked together, he stared at the ground. There probably wouldn’t be another Hermione. At least not here.
But perhaps the Void—she would still save him.
The Void was watching—always was, she was a clever girl when she wasn’t sad—and she kicked her feet. Because pointy? Pointy faces were out.
Sure, the man on the other side of the cosmos was older, but who doesn’t yearn for an age gap? It was hot. Marketable, even. As her eyes swept across the lines of his broad shoulders for once, she felt that someone might be able to hold all of her—or almost all. That would be enough.
She bit her lip. Chewed on her hair this time.
But then she saw how Draco was looking at the man. Pulled out her glitter pens and got her notebook.
“Now,” she said as she drew a big heart on the page with pink glitter gel, “If this were a story, I’d put the two of you together.”
A flash of letters appeared before Draco—terrifying little letters. He heard clacks.
#himbo #auromance #notaslowburn #fuckfirstthenfallinlove
#bottomdraco #jamiesgiantcock #dracowhimpers
#clairedies
Draco’s eyes widened.