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one deal struck, two lives ruined. after a scandal that rocks the entire nation, itadori 'ryomen' sukuna is forced to marry a girl chosen by his brother in order to straighten him out. but, what jin doesn't expect is how much he's willing to destroy everything he knows just to get his freedom back—even at the expense of breaking his wife's soul.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 arranged marriage, fem!reader, artist!y/n, enemies to lovers, slow burn, business drama, inheritance!au, gambling, court cases, legal ramifications, heavy topics, mentions of m/urder, mentions of d/eath, mentions of injuries, mentions of gang activity, dark content, good ol' HEAVY ANGST, mentions of drugs and alcohol, verbal degradation, emotional a/buse, heavy tones of cheating, explicit smut, y/n is 27, sukuna is 29, jin itadori supremacy, misogyny, hurt/comfort, childhood trauma, family drama, sexy older twin!sukuna, hot mess!sukuna, pressures to conceive, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriages, more tba...

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EPISODE 1: THE WISTERIA WOMAN

EPISODE 2: WAVING AT THE SHIP

EPISODE 3: FOOL, FORGET HIM

EPISODE 4: TOKYO LOVE HOTEL

EPISODE 5: STARS IN HER EYES

EPISODE 6: OLD HABITS DIE SCREAMING

EPISODE 7: FISHBOWL WIFE

EPISODE 8: SAFE AND STRANDED

EPISODE 9: HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU

EPISODE 10: CHICAGO, WELCOME

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Harry coming home one day and finding this out of control kitchen fire of a boy snoozing on his couch and like has a heart attack cuz no one’s seen draco in YEARS ANd alSo WHAT AND ALSO arE those JEANS and this is a WEDNESDAY things aren’t supposed to HAPPEN ON WEDNESDAYS and draco wakes up all like oh

You’re back excellent I’m here about that help

And Harry’s like, “?! What…help…”

And Draco stretches and YAWNS and says, “Oh you know the time when we finished working on the south wall archway, the one by the kitchens? And you got drunk off half a glass of elf schnapps and got all weepy and made me promise to ask for help next time I got into trouble, because I had a tendency of bringing about the world’s demise when I don’t ask for help?”

And Harry just STARES at him and by him I mean the sliver of skin where his shirt rides up

“So anyway I’m here about that help. I can crash here for a while, surely? I’m sure you’ll insist I’ll take the bed, very kind of you, of course you won’t mind the couch. Completely unrelated sidenote, what’s your experience getting rid of a hoard of angry vampires? Just inquiring, of course. Do you have anything to eat in this place, I’m famished.”

And he hoists himself up off the couch and goes to the kitchen and Harry’s like STANDING THERE WITH A BAGFUL OF groceries and a BAGUETTE IN HAND and like are those–jean–that–WEDNESDAYS–

And Dracos opening cabinets saying “ugh abismal” and his CHEEKBONES throw SHADOWS THESE DAYS APPARENTLY and it’s been YEARS and Harry’s–

“–wait. Vampires?”

He steps right into my space like he owns it. “Floppy,” he drawls. He reaches for my face and I can’t tell what he’s doing but apparently I’m going to let him anyway, and I end up with those long pale fingers cupping my chin and his grey eyes pinning me where I stand. His touch is soft and cool and I wonder if I could shake it off. If I want to. “Calm down,” he purrs, soft, so only I can hear him.

It occurs to me then that there’s no one else here to hear anyway. We’re alone in the common room, which almost never happens, or at least hasn’t happened before. More importantly, we’re alone and Draco is touching my face and— and he’s just standing there still, looking at me. He’s very close. His gaze flicks from one of my eyes to the other. Drops to my mouth for not even a second, half-hidden by a blink.

“Okay,” I say, but I think it might be impossible because my insides feel a bit queer and I might throw up or something.

“Are you calm?”

“Er, no. Not really.”

“Breathe, Potter,” he sighs. “Think happy thoughts.”

I can’t remember how to do either of those things so I close my eyes, inhale, worry about exhaling all over him and what I had for lunch and how I should’ve brushed my teeth before I came back except of course I couldn’t because my toothbrush is in my dorm, not in the fucking corridor and why the fuck is he still touching me? And why does it feel like this, like my heart will beat so fast it explodes and I might just combust in a poof of red and gold coloured dust like the worst, most cowardly, Gryffindor in the world.

“Is it working?” he asks after a moment. “I’d hate to have to do something drastic.”

Five percent of me has a really keen idea of what that something drastic might be and I give it the reins before the other ninety-five can ruin it. “You might as well try it,” I say. “Can’t hurt.”

“If you insist,” he says, and it’s barely words, a whisper of breath across my lips and and a rustle of fabric and my chin is tilted up and he’s on me. His lips press soft against my own. His hand holds me still. He waits.

My heart is gone. Exploded or stopped, I don’t know. I can’t focus on anything but the places where we touch, and they’re too passive, too small, too polite. I step in, typical Gryffindor, and push at him, opening my mouth under his. I think I feel him gasp. Then his tongue. His hand snaking around my waist, pulling my hips closer. Reality disappears slowly. I don’t realise we’re moving til he stumbles and knocks against the couch and we break apart, panting for breath.

“Did that work, then?” he huffs a laugh, nervous.

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

• I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was curious to meet another Hogwarts kid at Madam Malkins, and was trying to communicate in the only way he knew how. I mean really. • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who realized *shiiiiiiittttt that speccy kid that I met at Malkins was Harry Potter* on the train, and wanted to be his friend regardless of his family’s affiliations • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was sorted into Slytherin right as the sorting hat barely touched his hair. • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy that befriended Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was really fucking terrified in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid, Neville, Hermione, and Harry • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who is canonically very intelligent yet fails to be first in his class • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who talks about how perfect Potter always beats him out • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was spoiled rotten by his parents • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who the Golden Trio assumes is the Heir of Slytherin • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who somehow doesn’t realize that his friends were knocked out and that Harry and Ron were disguised as them • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who tries and fails (many times) to beat Harry at Quidditch • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who always taunts Harry first • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who got kicked around by Buckbeak • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who successfully devises a plan to impersonate a dementor just to scare the hell out of Harry Potter • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who sees Harry in Hogsmeade and tries to get him in trouble (rightfully so, I might add) • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who gets bitch-slapped by Hermione • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who gets awesome seats at the World Cup and brags about them just to be an asshole • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who makes “Potter Stinks” badges–those had to have taken a lot of work • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was made Prefect • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who tirelessly wrote Weasley is our King • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who joined the Inquisitorial Squad • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was distracted by Harry Potter in his OWL examinations • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who’s father was arrested • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who got hexed to oblivion on the train back from Hogwarts • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was marked as a Death Eater at the age of 16 • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who made it into NEWT level classes with ease. • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who befriended a ghost because he was so lost and broken • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who fixed the Vanishing Cabinet • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who couldn’t kill Albus Dumbledore • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who lived in the same house as arguably the darkest wizard of all time • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who didn’t give up Harry Potter and his friends when they were brought to the Manor by Snatchers • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who was the rightful owner of the Elder Wand (until Harry disarmed him) • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who lost his best friend to the Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy who’s mother risked everything for him • I’m here for the Draco Malfoy that a lot of people seem to ignore. I’m here for the flawed Draco. The messy Draco. The one with a shit ton of faults. I love snarky, asshole Draco.

Okay so, yes. Going by canon, Draco/Harry makes ZERO sense, and yeah it’s toxic as fuck taking place within the book timeline. BUT if you ask most drarry shippers, they’ll tell you they’re not in it because of the canon.

For example; I love Draco/Harry for its potential. Not for what’s been written by JKR but what could potentially happen beyond it.

In book one, we meet Draco as this arrogant little brat, and it would’ve been so easy to just let him be the bad guy, like JKR intended. But I see Draco Malfoy, a privileged kid brought up to believe in bigotry and racism. I see a boy growing up, desperately trying to gain his father’s approval. He’s a child, misinformed and ignorant, yes but still just a child.

As the series progresses, we see more of Draco’s home life, his past, his struggle to be the type of man his father wants him to be. After Voldemort’s reincarnation, we see Lucius finally showing pride in his son, and Draco eats up that pride desperately. He wants to prove himself, to show that he can be useful.

In book six, we begin to see the toll it takes on him. He gets thinner, his hair isn’t as finely groomed as normal, there are bags under his eyes and his shoulders are always drawn tight. You see him trying desperately to succeed in his task, knowing that his family’s lives (his family’s, not his own; Voldemort threatened to kill Draco’s parents if he failed) all rested on the outcome of his task.

You’ll notice how often the term ‘desperate’ comes up in relation to Draco, and I honestly think he is just a desperate kid. His parents were in with the wrong crowd and brought Draco up to believe that they were right. Draco was a brilliant kid; he only ever came second to Hermione in all their exams. He was at the top of his classes.

He was also a bully. His upbringing has a hand in this, as he would’ve learned that power comes from intimidation. But he was a cruel boy. That’s why Draco/Harry wouldn’t work in the canon timeline; Draco was a prejudiced little bully and his hatred was often directed at Harry and his friends.

Draco needed time, outside of his parents’ control, to learn and change and grow. But I see that potential in him, the potential for change, for redemption. I can see Draco moving to the Continent, traveling and learning. About new cultures, different types of people, both magical and Muggle. I can see him coming home in a decade, and restoring Malfoy Manor into something bright and beautiful, like he remembers from his early childhood, before Voldemort and his Death Eaters filled it with Dark energy. I can see him working hard, finally content with himself and his life as he finally comes to terms with the fact that, yeah maybe he won’t have his father’s approval, but he has his mother’s love, and the love of his friends, and shouldn’t that be enough?

I can see him looking for Harry Potter one day, deciding what needs to be done. I can see him apologising and offering another handshake, so similar to 20 years ago when they were only small boys in a robe shop. I can see him, still tense, waiting for rejection, letting out a breath of relief when Harry’s hand meets his.

I can see them together, trying to build a friendship out of a childhood enmity. I can see Draco taking the time to personally apologise to Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville in private. I can see him eventually discussing international magical culture with Hermione, or telling Ginny about the time he accidentally caught the Snitch at the Quidditch World Cup (“I heard it humming by my ear so I grabbed it and everyone went mad.”) completely ruining a seven hour match.

I can see him laughing with Ron over a long forgotten prank. I can see him falling into Harry’s overstuffed armchair after dinner, telling Harry how he hates waking up so early for work but how his job is so rewarding that he doesn’t really mind.

I can see them growing together and sure, they’re nearly forty, but somehow they’ve both grown enough alone to fit together perfectly.