FelixFictum

🖋️ FelixFictum | she/her | 🎻 violins, velvet, books 📚 writer of emotional chaos ✨ currently burning through: Ashes of the Phoenix 🔥 ⚖️ post-war politics, slow-burn redemption, magical trauma Dramione | dark romance | courtroom + common room  💬 updates, rambles, and too many feelings 🪶 "some stories rise from ruin" #asks open | let’s be angsty together — ✨ Ann at FelixFictum 🖋️🌙

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My very first Dramione artwork, for DMATMOOBIL from @isthisselfcare

This is an edit from this paparazzi shot:

Which you might remember from an absolutely hilarious Tumblr thread about beverages that I enjoyed very much but of course didn't save the link to. I hope you like it!

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Love DMATMOOBIL!

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Ashes of the Phoenix Teaser #2

🐍 POV: Draco Malfoy

Let me make something clear. 

I didn’t fall in love with her because she was powerful. I didn’t fall in love with her because she saved the world—again.

I fell in love with her because she stood in front of it, shaking, exhausted, and still said, “Let me try.”

The Ashborne Stone didn’t stand a chance.

Neither did I.

And honestly? Thank Merlin for that. She ruined my silence. She ruined everything I thought I needed—and gave me something better.

– Draco Lucius Malfoy

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Ashes of the Phoenix Teaser #1

🪞POV: Hermione Granger

If someone had told me I’d become the vessel for an ancient, sentient magical relic bent on forcing the world to choose between rebirth or ruin... I would’ve laughed. Then cried. Then made a spreadsheet about it.

But I didn’t get to prepare. I didn’t get to plan.

I just had to be.  Raw, uncertain, afraid, and still moving forward.

The Ashborne didn’t want perfection. It wanted conviction. It didn’t care if I shattered. It only cared that I stood. 

Forged in the first age of wands, bound by blood and will—The Ashborne waited.

I don’t know what the world will become after all of this. I only know I chose it with open eyes and open hands.

And Draco stood beside me…not out of debt or guilt, but choice.

And somehow,  that was enough. 

– Hermione Jean Granger