petalsandbruises

I've just changed my pseud and at one point, orphaned all my works. But I have since reposted some of them.

I wrote Cupere, Small, Heart in the Sand, and many others works. My first fic was back in 2020.

I am in the process of posting some pre-written Muggle AUs that were once original works, which is why my posting speed is so fast on those particular stories. But I am not new.

Vacivitas - Chapter Sixty-Five

Draco twists, back arching as claws slice through the air where his face had been a second before. He plants his hand into the soaked ground and kicks upward, his boot slamming into the vampire’s jaw. The force snaps the creature’s head to the side, sending him staggering.

He spins again, his body a blur of pale skin and black fabric against the rain. One vampire comes at him from the left, the other from the right. Draco leaps, tucking his legs and flipping over the first, landing behind them. Before they can turn, he drives his elbow into one’s spine and then pivots sharply, ducking as the second swings.

Both vampires rush him again. This time, they hit him.

The impact drives him back a step, then another, their strength forcing him to brace. One claws at his shoulder while the other goes low, trying to take his legs out from under him. Draco snarls and then he drops to one knee.

His hand shoots forward.

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Vacivitas

For sixty-one days, Hermione Granger is held captive in a pit with people she doesn't know, people who become her only friends in the darkness. Before she's taken to the surface, she makes them a promise: she will come back for them.

In minutes, she's given to a vampire.

Given to Draco Malfoy, who has given her an order: give him her blood, or he will take it. She is his prey and his prisoner, and he can do whatever he wants with her. Between hiding from the leader of his coven and dancing with the devil, does she really have a choice?

After all, the closer you are to darkness, the deeper your shadow becomes.

[VACIVITAS RE-WRITE; MOSTLY PRE-WRITTEN]

Includes art I drew!

Hi guys. First of all, thank you so so much for reading my Dramione fic, Avaritia. I really appreciate every read, review, and kudos!

I have seen the literary criticisms of the story, but I will not be returning to the story to do any edits, rewrites, or epilogues. It's a closed chapter in my life, and I have moved onto many other fanfics. It's not something I wish to revisit. It would take the same amount of editing as it would take to developmentally edit a published novel, and I don’t have that in me to do for a fanfic.

Once again, thank you so much for reading and I hope you can enjoy the fanfic as-is, mistakes and all!

🩷PETALSANDBRUISES DRAMIONE FANFIC MASTERPOST🩷

I have so many fics I have written, and it would take ages to advertise them all so I decided to make a masterpost. Some were written when I was under a different pseud, taken down and put back up. Some were started under my new pseud, and some were original works that I turned into fanfics. Many are completed, some are WIPs. Many include art that I drew. There’s a little something for everyone!

🩷Magical🩷

1. Avaritia - COMPLETE. 6th year vampire Draco. https://archiveofourown.org/works/57238135/chapters/145592341

2. Vacivitas - WIP. Vampire Draco, captive Hermione. https://archiveofourown.org/works/81014626

3. I Know the Devil in You - WIP. Demon possessed Draco. https://archiveofourown.org/works/79128356

4. Normal - COMPLETE. Autistic Hermione, post-Hogwarts. https://archiveofourown.org/works/79584141

5. Ivory Black - COMPLETE. Werewolf vampire hybrid Draco, post-Hogwarts. https://archiveofourown.org/works/79587741

6. Small - COMPLETE. Height differences, 8th year. https://archiveofourown.org/works/79700836

7. Cupere - COMPLETE. Lust potion, 8th year. https://archiveofourown.org/works/79893036

8. Tastes the Sweetest - WIP. Vampire Draco, 8th year. https://archiveofourown.org/works/80605831

9. Beyond the Night - WIP. Werewolf Draco. https://archiveofourown.org/works/80661921

🩷Muggle AUs🩷

1. Where the Shadows Kept Us - COMPLETE. Rockstar romance, gangs, trauma recovery. https://archiveofourown.org/works/80665656

2. The Stars We Wish Upon - COMPLETE. Part one. Roommates, trauma recovery. https://archiveofourown.org/works/80875291

3. The Moon We Dance Beneath - COMPLETE. Part two. Roommates, trauma recovery, dreamwalking. https://archiveofourown.org/works/81046736

4. The Sun That Kisses Our Skin - COMPLETE. Part three. Roommates, trauma recovery, toxic relationships, manipulation, e*ati*ng d*is*ord*ers. https://archiveofourown.org/works/81068576

5. The Fire That Burns Us - COMPLETE. Final part - Part four. Roommates, trauma recovery, toxic relationships, e*ati*ng d*is*ord*ers. https://archiveofourown.org/works/81210106

6. Scars That Bind - COMPLETE. Rockstar romance, bully romance, singing Hermione. https://archiveofourown.org/works/81210716

7. Heart in the Sand - COMPLETE. Rockstar romance, s*elf-h*ar*m, trauma recovery. https://archiveofourown.org/works/81597241

AFTERMATH

MJ is having an existential crisis. Her college life is miserable, her mother is a drunk, and her boyfriend takes nine hours to respond to her calls.

Peter is unraveling. He's too busy for his girlfriend, his only companion is a spandex suit, and Tony willed him a Sakovian charity that he has no idea how to run.

As MJ's desires grow increasingly more lurid, Peter comes to realize some things about himself that he never knew he wanted. All wrapped up in each other, they find something new to focus on that they'll come to regret.

Because someone is watching.

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Aftermath

MJ is having an existential crisis. Her college life is miserable, her mother is a drunk, and her boyfriend takes nine hours to respond to her calls.

Peter is unraveling. He's too busy for his girlfriend, his only companion is a spandex suit, and Tony willed him a Sakovian charity that he has no idea how to run.

As MJ's desires grow increasingly more lurid, Peter comes to realize some things about himself that he never knew he wanted. All wrapped up in each other, they find something new to focus on that they'll come to regret.

Because someone is watching.

For sixty-one days, Hermione Granger is held captive in a pit with people she doesn't know, people who become her only friends in the darkness. Before she's taken to the surface, she makes them a promise: she will come back for them.

In minutes, she's given to a vampire.

Given to Draco Malfoy, who has given her an order: give him her blood, or he will take it. She is his prey and his prisoner, and he can do whatever he wants with her. Between hiding from the leader of his coven and dancing with the devil, does she really have a choice?

After all, the closer you are to darkness, the deeper your shadow becomes.

It was pre-written so I just went ahead and uploaded everything this morning. Its a HEA, complete, and semi-autobiographical! And here are the two arts I made for the story :)

Summary: "I feel like I exist in a world separate from everyone else. I could be sitting in the middle of a crowded park and feel like I don’t exist on the same plane as the rest of you. Everyone else is clean, and then there’s me. There’s me, and I’m dirty.”

Somehow, he recognized that what she’d just told him was important. It wasn’t something that she would share with just anyone and for some reason, she chose him.

“Is this the only kindness you’ve felt?” he asked, disturbed at the thought. He hadn’t felt many kindnesses from his father, but he had some positive memories from other people in his life. He had something.

Granger had nothing.

“From a man,” she whispered. “Yes.”

(ART BY ME♥️)

PRETTY DAMN BROKEN

“I feel like I exist in a world separate from everyone else. I could be sitting in the middle of a crowded park and feel like I don’t exist on the same plane as the rest of you. Everyone else is clean, and then there’s me. There’s me, and I’m dirty.”

Somehow, he recognized that what she’d just told him was important. It wasn’t something that she would share with just anyone and for some reason, she chose him.

“Is this the only kindness you’ve felt?” he asked, disturbed at the thought. He hadn’t felt many kindnesses from his father, but he had some positive memories from other people in his life. He had something.

Granger had nothing.

“From a man,” she whispered. “Yes.”

[SEMI-AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL, PRE-WRITTEN]

“No,” Draco lied.

“Well, she looks just like her.”

“Well, she’s not.” Draco’s tone went flat as a board. “She’s just a girl who doesn’t want to be ogled or laughed at. So fuck off.”

Ginny scoffed. Behind her, her friends fixed him with nasty, offended looks. But Draco didn’t care. None of these girls had anything to worry about other than which clothes and shoes to wear for the day. They had no idea what Granger had been through, why she was wearing his clothes, and why she was covered in bruises.

“You’re an asshole,” Ginny spat.

“So I’ve been told,” he drawled. “Anything else?”

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“I want your forgiveness, Granger. I do.” His eyes smolder out at her, darkening with hunger as he licks her blood off of the side of his hand with a deep groan. “But I also want you.”

He takes a step toward her, stalking her like prey. She clutches her bleeding, wounded arm against her abdomen and slides along the wall, moving away from him as fast as her weakened legs will carry her.

This is it.

He’s going to kill her.

“I want to taste it,” he says in a breathless, hoarse voice, “on my tongue.”

Her wand.

If she could accio it, she could catch it before he—before he—

She’s dizzy.

Malfoy continues to prowl toward her, tall and imposing and covered in her blood. The gleam in his eyes has turned feral. Unhinged.

"I want to see how sweet you are."

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(Art by me)

“I want your forgiveness, Granger. I do.” His eyes smolder out at her, darkening with hunger as he licks her blood off of the side of his hand with a deep groan. “But I also want you.”

He takes a step toward her, stalking her like prey. She clutches her bleeding, wounded arm against her abdomen and slides along the wall, moving away from him as fast as her weakened legs will carry her.

This is it.

He’s going to kill her.

“I want to taste it,” he says in a breathless, hoarse voice, “on my tongue.”

Her wand.

If she could accio it, she could catch it before he—before he—

She’s dizzy.

Malfoy continues to prowl toward her, tall and imposing and covered in her blood. The gleam in his eyes has turned feral. Unhinged.

"I want to see how sweet you are."

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(Art by me)