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wordsarelife · 11 months ago

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harry potter masterlist

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), platonic (p), wound (w), humor (c)

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❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❜

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (20.6k)

this love (0.5k) — mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend (f, s)

willow (0.8k) — mattheo has a brilliant date idea.. not (s)

the game (3.5k) — after a night with you mattheo can’t get you out of his head, sadly you don’t like him like that (s, a, f)

merry christmas (1.2k) — two times you surprised mattheo with a cute ‘tradition’ and the one time he surprised you (f)

christmas love (2.3k) — it was no secret that mattheo riddle annoyed the hell out of you, but you did grow concerned when you suddenly didn’t mind it anymore (f, s)

winter wonderland (0.5k) — you drag mattheo outside to build a snowman with you (f)

white christmas (0.5k) — mattheo is sad and you cheer him up (f,a)

starlight (2.1k) — mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be (f)

gorgeous (3k) — being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet (s,f)

endgame (3.7k) — mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that (s,f,c)

we are never ever getting back together (0.6k) — you’re a swiftie, mattheo isn’t (f,c)

you’re not sorry (1.4k)— you and mattheo run into each other years after your relationship has ended (p,f,a)

miss americana and the heartbreak prince (0.5k) — headcanons about mattheo dating a foreign exchange student from america (f)

august () — is he really yours when there is someone who could love him better? (a,f)

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 (30.6k)

i‘m only me when i’m with you (0.3k) — you steal theo‘s clothes and he finds out about it (f)

you are in love (1.4k) — after a lovely visit with umbridge, theo must prove that the words carved into your skin are the opposite of the truth (a,f,w)

call it what you want (0.7k) — in a school full of people treating them like celebrities, y/n and theo try to keep their relationship private (f)

-> there will be more following the couple -> feel free to request

we wish you a merry christmas (0.6k) — theo meets your family for the first time during christmas (f)

a nonsense christmas (0.8k) — you and theo are only friends.. right? (f,s)

jingle bells (0.8k) — you and theo bake gingerbread cookies for christmas (f)

karma (2.8k) — karma is the way you wear his jersey, making sure his teams will lose the game (s,f,w)

forever winter (1.9k) — theo pulls away from you and you’re worried about his well being (f,a)

so high school (3.8k) — he knows how to ball, you know aristotle and your friends know you’re a perfect match (f,c)

superman (2.7k) — theo won’t leave you alone after you broke your leg, you’re not sure you appreciate it that much (f,c)

bigger than the whole sky (1.6k) — you get bad news and theo is conflicted about it being his fault (a,f)

long story short (2.3k) — you survived a violent person before, knowing well enough that you wouldn’t ever tolerate going through that again (a,w,f)

the black dog (4.4k) — the war awakes something in theo you hadn't thought was even there. you battle with your feelings of heartbreak, while you try to forget his everlasting presence in your life. (a,w)

twenty-two (1k) — you try to make theo a swiftie (and succeed). (f,c)

mine (5.5k) — theo’s and your relationship throughout the years (f,a,w,c)

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𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 (5.2k)

it’s the most wonderful time of the year (0.5k) — draco and you spent the best christmas together (f,a)

timeless (3k) — draco malfoy wouldn’t have thought to come across you in a dark magic shop or how eager he would be to marry you (f,a)

anti-hero (1.7k) — you hate that you’re so emotional about everything, but draco secretly loves you for it (f,a)

style () — draco and you come always back to each other, until you can’t bare to keep it a secret any longer (f,a,s)

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groups (2.2k)

feliz navidad (0.6k) — the reader, who is obsessed with christmas wants to do something her friends aren't particularly happy about (f,p) //slytherin!group x reader

what christmas means to me (1.2k) — when you don't turn up for breakfast one morning, your friends go on a scavenger hunt to find you (f,p,a) //slytherin group x reader

happy xmas (0.4k) — you spend christmas in hogwarts, with your best friends (f,p) //marauders x reader

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series

don't blame me — theo nott x fem!reader

-> theo is the lead singer of the band cursed legacy and also the one who you hate most in the world. easy enough right? things only get complicated when theo puts out a rude song about you, the band starts to rise to fame and one single accident might ruin everything they worked for so hard. eventually theo is forced to ask for your help, but you wouldn’t be you if you would say yes without a very important rule: theo can’t play his most famous song: the one he wrote about you.

wordcount: 8 parts (32k)

no body no crime — theo nott x fem!potter!reader

-> hogwarts murder mystery (coming soon !)

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nnightskiess · 2 years ago

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𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

₊° - 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: Hiii! I was wondering if I could request a Draco x fem!reader where the reader is this super shy girl with insecurities and has a really big crush on Draco but nobody knows about it and draco has never even noticed her and Draco and reader somehow get trapped in a small like closet or classroom together and can’t get out because they dropped their wands and Draco hates it at first but they eventually settle into a really deep conversation that leaves Draco feeling a certain way about the reader by the time they are finally let out. Please and thank you!! :)

𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 <3

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫... as Draco Malfoy hurried through the hallways, distancing himself as far away from the Dungeons as he could. However, he needed to step up his pace if he wanted Professor Snape to lose him among the plethora of students squandering the corridors. The wooshing of his cape and the fast approach of his footsteps still sounded too close to Draco for his comfort.

“Stop at once!” Snape’s voice bellowed through the corridor, making students around him look up in fright, afraid he might have it out for one of them. Draco sprinted up the stairs, stumbling into some second years as he stopped for a split second to take in his surroundings— more students, but not enough to blend in with. His eyes scanned the hallway and then fell on one of the storage closet doors. It was ajar. Without thinking he rushed inside, trying his best to let the heavy dark wooden door fall silently shut. He breathed through his nose, trying to regain his breathing quietly, and heard students mumble and jump away as Professor Snape’s voice neared.

Draco was close to letting out a yell of surprise when the wooden door opened and fell shut in its hinges with a loud clang, making him jump aside into the shadows of the closet as someone bumped into him. But when he looked up, he didn’t find Professor Snape staring down at him. Instead, he had to lower his eyes a couple of centimetres before they met those of a girl.

“Bloody hell, do you-” His cuss was cut short by the hiss of the girl in front of him, staring at the door in the dark of the closet.

“Shut it-” Almost as quickly, the girl shoved his wand back down, stopping him from casting Lumos and quite possibly betraying her hiding space. The two waited, in the dark, unaware of who the other actually was. The girl’s ear was tightly pressed against the door, eager to find out if the coast was clear. Getting impatient, Draco shoved her aside, wanting to listen for himself.

“Why-”

The girl shushed him again and softly slapped against his hand which was starting to put too much weight on the door, making it creak in protest. Somewhere in the distance, they couldhear the students disperse after the grande bell in the Clock Tower roared through the school three times.

Draco sighed in relief, knowing Snape must have left in order to make it to his class, and so he cast Lumos to find the door handle in the dark. He clumsily and somewhat harshly shoved the girl aside once more,

“Out of my way.” Once his wand lit up the closet, he could finally see who he had been in hiding with, and his jaw slacked and his ears turned red when he realised he never meant to be so rude to the girl in front of him.

Y/N stared back at him, eyes full of shock and terror at the realisation of who she had been sharing the cramped closet with, and she didn't even register the soft and mumbled apology that Draco muttered under his breath until she saw his lips move. Embarrassed by looking at his lips, her eyes immediately shot up to his, but the nerves and blush that coated her cheeks immediately after that made her realise how big of a mistake that decision had been.

“I- um… I… sure, of course.” She stammered, moving past him to give him the room, growing even more embarrassed as she stepped on his feet, making the sixth-year Slytherin hiss in pain.

“I’m so sorry! Merlin, I-”

“It’s fine,” Draco mumbled quickly, but not nearly as harshly as he would have treated anyone else.

Draco cleared his throat, masking his own nerves, and rattled the doorknob, simultaneously pushing his whole weight against the heavy door. It didn't budge, not even a millimetre.

“What the-”

“Alohomora.” Y/N flicked her wand quickly, wanting to help the boy out and not make more of a fool of herself. Only the door didn't open after the basic spell.

Surprised, Draco looked back at her for a split second before turning back to the door to try it himself.

“Alohomora.” Nothing. He repeated himself a couple of times, through gritted teeth, before finally shoving his wand back in his robe.

“What did you do to it before you walked in?”

Taken back by the accusation and the annoyed furrow of Draco’s brows, the girl felt too accused to realise her initial fright, “Me? I didn’t do anything.” She rattled the doorknob once more, not liking the accusing tone the Slytherin used, “You were here before me.”

Draco sniffed in disdain and punched the door, “Is that why you came here, to lock me up with you?” The moment he said it and saw the look on Y/N’s face, he wished he hadn’t. His anger had taken over once more. It wasn’t a rare occurrence as of late. The task the Dark Lord had given him weighed heavily on him, and it was even worse that he could tell no one. He had to lie, even if he knew that Dumbledore was probably well aware of everything going on. If that all wasn’t worse enough, Snape had been breathing down his neck ever since the first day of school. He needed to do this himself, and he sure as hell didn’t need any help.

He noticed Y/N’s silence and saw the girl with her arms crossed, in an attempt to hug herself to comfort while staring down at the tiled floor. This was his doing, his actions had caused her to shut herself out. He didn’t know the girl on a personal level, but had shared classes with her for years and had often caught himself staring at her. Never had he ever seen her this uncomfortable. He hated himself for being the reason behind it.

“Sorry.” He said curtly, for the first time in years apologising to someone other than his father. The girl merely shrugged in reply, as a way to shake it off, but Draco could see how bad it made her feel.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s fine, Draco.” She finally said, his name rolling off her tongue like silk.

He tried to keep the most distance he could in the cramped closet, to not make her even more uncomfortable. Only he failed to realise that her silence and unease weren't because of his comments, but because of his presence. You see, in some other reality where Y/N wasn’t as shy as she was, she would have loved being trapped in a closet with the boy she’s had the biggest crush on ever since first seeing him. Perhaps she would even make use of it. But in this reality, the only thing she wanted to happen was for the floor to swallow her whole. She tried her best to hide the blush on her cheeks by focusing on the ground. She would never act on her crush on the Malfoy boy. She'd always been intimidated by him, for his status, wealth and friends created some sort of distance between him and everyone else at Hogwarts. Not to mention, Draco Malfoy made it all too clear how much he loathed Muggleborns on a day-to-day basis. She was too different from him in every way, he would never like someone like her, let alone her. She cowered away at that realisation.

Y/N had admired the boy from afar for years, cheeks turning scarlet whenever he so much as glanced her way. She had made sure to be discreet about it, and was almost certain that the boy had no clue. Pansy and the others had though, oh they had, and they made it painfully clear as well. They made fun of her whenever she walked by. Draco never joined their jesting or laughter, probably too busy to be wanting to pay her attention anyway. But Y/N couldn’t help but pay attention to the silver haired boy each and every opportunity she got. Hence why it had become clear that he was changing. He could stare off into the distance for the duration of a whole class, he seemed to shut himself out from his friends and no longer made it his duty to pester anyone different from him. He had turned more skittish, more anxious. Unfortunately she would never find out why, nor dare to ask. For now, she would have to keep it at secret glances, even if they weren’t so secret to Draco.

Draco put a finger to his mouth when footsteps approached, and a shadow was seen to stand in the light below the creak of the door. The pair grew quiet, until the footstep disappeared again.

Relieved, Draco turned to lean against the cold wall, staring at the girl in front of him and shamelessly taking in every detail that was available to him in this little light. The girl was beautiful, but that wasn’t something he hadn't been aware of already. However, he had never been up close to her before, so he took his time taking her in. Another blush crept on Y/N’s cheeks when the boy shamelessly stared at her, checking her out.

He tilted his head in curiosity, “So why are you hiding here?”

Y/N swallowed, realising she wouldn’t be able to come up with a believable lie without stuttering or stumbling over her words, “I um… They were messing with me.” Draco tilted his head the other side, wanting her to elaborate, “They tried to throw a few hexes at me so I ran.” The burning of her cheeks didn't disappear when she revealed how she had run like a coward and had done so for the past six years.

“Who?” He quipped.

Y/N bit her lip, contemplating wether to come clean or not. But who was she kidding? The whole school knew of Pansy’s disdain against her.

“Pansy and her friends.”

Realising that Pansy’s friends were also Draco’s, she tried the doorknob again, “I’m sorry, I can go. No, I should go. I’ll find another spot. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

Draco listened to her rambles and the ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. He wasn’t enjoying her anxiety, no, he found it adorable how she wanted to flee from him so bad when all she had done for the past six years was probably wish for a moment like this.

“I don’t think it will open. We’ve tried already, remember?” He teased, then saw it didn’t do anything to calm her down. “Relax- It’s fine.” He assured.

Y/N let out a relieved breath, “Right, good. Because this is my usual spot.” She surprised herself by the joke that so effortlessly rolled of her lips, “So if anything, it should be you having to scurry away.”

Amused, Draco raised an eyebrow, and then he laughed, impressed by her quick wit. Either Y/N was growing confident, or she was still too shocked to be in a closet with him to think of anything she was saying.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, by the way.” His voice now close to a whisper, he pushed himself off the wall. Once again, he found himself needing to apologise, “Sorry if I did. I was frustrated.” He knew it was a shitty excuse, but noticed the girl’s shoulders relaxing.

Then for a third time, he opened his mouth to apologise, “I’m sorry they’ve been treating you that way.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped up to his, surprised at the sudden statement in which he did not back his friends, for all that she knew, for the first time ever.

“I don’t think you’re ugly, daft or boring, by the way. You’re quite the marvellous witch.”

“I thought Mudbloods can’t be witches.” The challenging reply had left her mouth before she could stop it, but she was surprised to see the crooked grin on his face, instead of an annoyed scowl like the one that he would usually sport.

He wagged a finger and nodded his head, “Keeping me on my toes, I see. Good.” He stared at her again with that unbridled sense of confidence and pride, and Y/N found herself wanting to slap it off his perfectly sculpted Grecian face.

“Better than all those fools who just nod at everything I say and don’t have an opinion of their own.”

“I think they want to agree with what you have to say because you can be quite intimidating, did you know?” Y/N slid down the wall and landed on a wooden crate.

He stared at her, letting her words land in his head before following her example and sitting down.

“Perhaps.” He pursed his lips, “That still gives you more guts than any of them. Didn’t know you had it in you.” The backhanded compliment didn't fly over her head, if anything, it made her incredibly aware of the situation again.

She swallowed, and with a small voice, she muttered, “You don’t know me at all.”

Draco let out a big breath, one that served as a reply of its own. Too bad he didn’t have the luxury to befriend whoever he wanted. No, they had to be of status, wealthy or pureblood. Otherwise, his family’s name would be tainted and they would be shunned. He had always believed his parents when they had told him how things were supposed to be. But ever since he had caught Y/N staring at him, he had started to notice her, too. What he had also noticed? How his views and opinions slowly started to fade and change. He often hated the universe for making her a Mudblood or being born to a family of no importance. If only things could have been different, who knows, maybe he could have pursued her. If only his family hadn't been tied so closely to the Dark Lord, maybe he could've gotten away with doing whatever he wanted to do. Then again, if he failed to succeed in killing Dumbledore, the Dark Lord would have his head, so maybe he should just take the plunge.

Her words hung in the air and the silence that followed was only interrupted by the second banging of the Clock, signalling that everyone had to be in their classrooms now. The girl in front of him let out a frustrated groan at the realisation she would have to miss her Herbology exam now that she was still stuck.

“What?”

“I’ll miss my Herbology exam.”

Draco sniffed his nose, thinking there were worse things to miss out on.

“Okay- you might think of it as unimportant and stupid, seeing as with one little wag of his finger, your father will have changed all your grades, but I actually have to work hard for my grades.”

Draco’s head whipped hear way, but he stayed quiet. Had anyone else talked to him this way, he would have lost it. But he could only stare at the girl, stunned. He realised that she saw him just like everyone else— like a spoiled and entitled brat.

Y/N kept still, realising her mistake when she saw the conflict and pain in the boy’s eyes.

After a few seconds, Draco opened his mouth, “It’s not like that at all, if you must know. My father would actually have my head if I only had bad grades. But I can’t blame you for not knowing that, we don’t know each other, remember?” He spoke slowly, immediately balling his fists afterwards to conceal the anger still left in him, the anger he definitely did not want to throw at her again.

Draco stood back up to throw his fists against the door instead, in hopes that someone would hear him.

“Hey! Let me out or you will hear from my father!” His lips sneered and Y/N was caught off guard by how quickly his demeanour could change. Just now, when he had been talking to her, he had turned so silent and soft, almost understanding, something she had never seen him do before. She had brought that side out of him, but now he was back to being that same brash Malfoy boy that everyone knew— and hated.

Y/N sighed and threw her head in her hands, making Draco look at her. Of course, this was pure torture for the girl, to be trapped in a closet with him. And after all that his words had ruined in the mere span of five minutes, who could blame her?

“Can’t stand the thought of being anywhere near me? Do you want to get out of this closet so badly? I can't get out of it, or I would've. If only just to ease your nerves.” He teased, testing the waters, then realised why the girl next to him grinned softly.

“Oi, you know I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Do you find the closet comfortable then?”

“Only this one, with this company.” He said it with a laugh as a smirk slipped past his lips, surprising even himself.

Y/N’s face flushed a bright red once more and this time Draco found his stomach tickling after witnessing it. He stared at her face again, long, then right into her eyes. He felt himself smiling once more. He cleared his throat, not wanting to dive in deeper, for now.

“So, um, Herbology then, yes?”

“What about it?”

“Is that your favourite subject?”

Y/N sat back once more and looked at him only to see the boy was being genuine, trying to make some smalltalk. She grinned.

“One of my favourites, yes. Although it’s hard to pick a favourite when you’re a student at a Wizarding School and didn’t grow up with it all. I want to indulge as much as I can.”

Draco nodded, realising the girl was hinting at her Muggleborn status.

“So what’s the muggle world like?” He asked after thinking hard and long of a question, finding himself ridiculous for being so nervous about her reaction, “How much does it really differ from ours?”

He knew he had asked the right question when he saw her face light up with glee, “Well, for starters, we don’t use apparition or the floo network, so travelling takes longer. When we have to get something, we can’t use Accio and-”

He smiled at her, truly smiled, as he listened to her passionately talk about her life back home. He gave himself a small pat of victory for getting the girl from looking at the ground to looking into his eyes, to making her feel comfortable enough to share something so personal.

He answered the questions she asked in return and found himself enjoying her company immensely. The conversation flowed naturally, but it came to an abrupt stop when the door suddenly opened swiftly.

Professor Snape stood before them, but the two didn't realise until their eyes finally adjusted to the sudden harsh light. They were filled in horror when they saw their Professor looking down at them, taking them in, glaring into their eyes uncomfortably long. Snape looked between the two, then into the closet, and it doesn’t take a fool to see what assumption he was making. He lifted an eyebrow, once again taking the two squeezed-together teenagers in. Unsure whether to speak up about it, he sneered his lip in abhorrence, gave it another few seconds to ponder over, and then decided to skip the awkward conversation,

“Next time don’t run away when I call you or I’ll leave you there locked for eternity, Malfoy.” He spoke slowly, then quickly paraded away.

The two walked out of the closet, weirded out by the sudden encounter, then turned to each other,

“I hope you won’t get into too much trouble with Sprout,” Draco offered a kind smile, which the girl returned,

“And you with Snape… with whatever it is you did."

Draco nodded, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips.

“You’re not so bad as they all make you out to be, but I already had a hunch,” Y/N spoke as she adjusted her hair, now aware they’re both in daylight again and not in the dark where she had been able to hide away in the shadows. But Draco didn't care. He took her in once more, and nodded his head pleasingly.

“I’ll see you around.” The girl smiled softly, then turned to walk away until Draco stopped her,

“Same place, same time, next week?”

He joked, realising that having Y/N as company hadn’t been so bad. To be quite frank, he was already looking forward to seeing her again.

#draco malfoy oneshot #draco imagines #draco malfoy imagines #draco x reader #draco oneshot #draco malfoy x reader

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depressedcoffeeobsess · 11 days ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 18+ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , 𝐣𝐨𝐲 ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

✦𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲'𝐬✦

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𓂃𝐞.𝐩 ࣪˖ ⭑.ᐟ

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𓂃𝐫.𝐣.𝐥 ࣪˖⭑.ᐟ

✦𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲'𝐬✦

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐜'𝐬 ࣪˖⭑.ᐟ

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨𓂃𝐫.𝐣.𝐥 ࣪˖⭑.ᐟ

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐜'𝐬 ࣪˖⭑.ᐟ

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐬𝐚𝐝 + 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 ── .✦

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ₊⊹ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ₊⊹ 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ₊⊹

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ₊⊹ 𝐩𝐩𝐥 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ₊⊹

𝐣𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 ₊ ⊹

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rafescherry · 1 year ago

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♱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞’𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

12 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (corruption kink, stepcest, dubcon etc.) MDNI.

multi-famdom series

released randomly throughout the month of december xoxo

♱ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ♱

#𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐘 #𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐒 23 #dark smut #smut writing #bd/sm kink

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artstatues · 5 months ago

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𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

nothing yet!

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

jealousy, jealousy.

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢

nothing yet!

𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

nothing yet!

𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

nothing yet!

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ameliasbitvh · 3 years ago

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𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

a/n: this is in no way romanticizing toxic relationships, nor do i condone them !! there are like two taylor swift references in here the title being the first 😜. this is not proofread because i wrote this in about an hour, but i hope you enjoy !!

summary: having an illicit affair with the one and only draco malfoy. reader is married to adrian pucey for her family to go up the status quo, but can’t help but play a dangerous game with a mysterious blonde.

warning(s): smut, (mostly implied), toxic relationship between reader and draco, oral sex (male receiving), arguing, cheating, gaslighting, and manipulative!draco.

wc: 1.5k <1.589>

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

another day dreading, weeping, and solace in the household of the puceys.

mrs. pucey.

you.

godrick. how you hated being with him, he never did anything and discarded you like you were nothing; simply a piece of trash he could toss out. it didn’t matter if you loved him or not, your parents needed this to go up the status quo. for you to be with another rich pure blood. what you didn’t understand was why it had to be him out of everyone? like come on, there’s blaise zabini, theodore nott and draco malfoy.

draco malfoy. he wasn’t lovely, but he wasn’t exactly cruel? he had a certain aura around him that you couldn’t quite pick up on, he kept you guessing like a game. a game that quite intrigued you.

so maybe that’s why your lips were on his. his hands traveling your body marking it as his, his mouth moving against yours with venom. his venom, intoxicating. you drowned in it. his big hands wrapping around your waist, your hips bucking up against his abdomen. heavy breathing, gasps and moans being devoured by him, he swallowed you whole.

your hands crawled to his hair, gripping onto it. you pulled him closer using your legs to guide him. inviting him into your home, and he gladly accepted the invitation. he made himself at home, it felt like he would even leave his toothbrush in your bathroom. that’s how much he made you his home. but he constantly invaded in it, breaking down the windows, to steal. but what was he in there to exactly steal? your heart? no. he wasn’t there for you, he was there to use you.

you were submissive and well trained for his honor, because he was your knight in shimmering armor. he didn’t just shine. he fucking shimmered. each glittering piece of him dancing in your eyes, just like the way his hands danced around your body. delicately, but told a story. so powerful, tears were brought to your eyes while you got on your knees and prayed to him. your knees, so fragile, but willing to turn red and crack for him. he wasn’t yours to keep and you knew that. but he was yours for now. he was yours every friday night when your husband was at work. he was yours. but you. you were his inevitably. his forever and he knew that. you were entranced by his spell of everlasting lust.

his mouth moving down your neck, marking you in purple hues. “stop, he’s gonna see them.” you breathed heavily; eyes rolling back. “let him.” you hummed agreeing in defeat. your legs were weak the moment he spoke, his skin touched yours, even the split seconds his eyes land on you. god you were screwed.

his tongue swirled against your neck, you manipulated your body to give him more access. more access into you. soon he left trails of kisses to the valley of your breast down to your inner thighs. your arousal trickling down your thighs, spilling onto the bed of your shared bed with your husband. “so wet for me, always so damn wet. getting off from me because your husband can’t do you any good, huh? just a needy, fucking, cock slut.”

his words: fierce, piercing, and most importantly, scarring. his words plunged into your skin, tearing it open, your wounds seen by him. but that didn’t make him stop, he wanted to see you bleed out fucking dry. all for him.

and every time you healed, he came back to rip you apart. shredding you to pieces to pick up on your own. but you’d let him do it all over again. you carried band aids on you, just to help put the pieces back. but you found them to slowly peel off, deteriorating. the way it fell off, limp. just like your body every time from 9:30 PM to 11:45 PM on a friday night. limp. empty. a void.

a void inside you begging to be filled and the only one strong enough to stick it was him. draco malfoy.

you cried every night to the stars ‘why him, please, please tell me!’ tears struck, trickling down your cheeks. but who was there to wipe them dry? him. he was there, creating an illusion that he’d always be there. and you were a fool to fall for it. him who told you, you were the only one to make him feel this way. the only one who makes him want to tear his fucking clothes off. the only one who makes him want to rip his hair out. the only one with a single sentence could make his heart break. what a lie.

his wistful, consistent, white lies kept you in tact. he caged you, never letting you out like you were some kind of animal. but his favorite. right? you’ve tornmented yourself everyday with thoughts of him. the way his hands danced around your body. the way his hips moved against yours. just everything about him manipulated you to stay, his words the strongest.

“i love the way your pretty pussy fits around my cock.”

“god i love when you do that.”

‘i love’

he loves everything about you, except you. how does that even work? he loved your body, he loved the way you made him feel, but he didn’t love you. your heart twisted at that.

finally you saw it all unveil one day.

“draco, i-i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you chocked out, his lips moving on your neck took a halt. his eyes hardened and his adam’s apple bobbed. “say that again, i fucking dare you to.” you swallowed thickly. how could you say it again? saying it once was already so fucking hard. you were scared. you knew this illicit affair would do you and your family no good, you had to put a stop to it because you knew he wouldn’t. “draco, please don’t make me. i can't,”

“yes you can, fucking say it again. i want you to mean it.”

“i already told you i can’t!” you cried, hands pushing him away. he quickly grabbed onto your hands that pushed him away and pulled himself closer to you. his hands caressing your cheeks, wiping you tears away like always.

“why do you want to stop? don't you love me?” he cooed, his head tilting to the side.

“yes i do, and you know that. but what i really want to know is… if you love me.” his body went stiff.

“tell me, do you love me?!” now you were shouting, he removed himself from you taking a few steps back.

“baby, are you hearing yourself right now? you sound crazy, of course i do!” he yelled back.

another screaming match, but not the kind that you both desired.

“but do you? do you really! because if you did i wouldn’t be with him!”

“what do you want from me? don’t i give you fucking everything!”

“no, no you don’t! you come here every friday night to fuck me and then you leave and if i get lucky you might actually give me after care like a real fucking man!”

now you’ve ticked him the fuck off.

“real man? real fucking man?! do you want me to show you a real man! you’re the one with a husband, yet on your knees for me the moment i walk into the room!”

“shut up, malfoy.”

“what did you just tell me to do?” he demanded, taking long strides back up to you. your breathing intensified. his hands gripped your chin, pulling you to face him. “i fucking dare you to say it again, c’mon princess you can do it.” now you were pissed because he was mocking you.

“shut. the. fuck. up. malfoy.”

“you know, i could use that dirty little mouth for so many other things.” he laughed, pushing you to your knees. they were so weak, fragile, breaking and bruising.

but you didn’t care. your hands quickly attached to his belt removing it, his hands fled to your hair stroking it whilst you stroked his cock. you pumped him, then took his tip in ‘til you reached his private. you bobbed your head up and down, fiercely sucking on his cock like your life depended on it. his head fell back, a moan executing his pretty pink lips. “just like that, bitch. keep going and i might fuck that bad attitude out of you.”

so you kept going, fuck you were aching so bad. you knew you shouldn’t want it. your brain screaming common sense that you shouldn’t be doing this anymore but your body said otherwise.

his hips twitched, you smirked knowing his release was coming. he held a strong grip on your hair, thrusting his hips up he face fucked you. yet again, tears fell from your eyes. your makeup smeared. your saliva coating his cock and your lips. his cum quickly shot from his tip and released into your mouth. you swallowed. wrapping his hand around your hair, he pulled it back.

“don’t you ever fucking say those words again.” he said referencing to when you tried to end this love affair. following, he buckled his pants up. “w-what about me?” you whimpered. swiftly turning back, “i said ‘might’.”

then again he walked away.

something you will remember, all too well.

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earlgreydream · 3 years ago

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❄️ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫. || 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

Draco carried your bag, his free hand resting on your lower back, leading you up the steps to the manor. Nerves rattled your bones, even in the presence of your lifelong love.

“It’ll be alright. It’s just us, now. I’m the head of the manor,” Draco reminded you, sensing the lingering post-war anxiety.

“Of course,” you nodded, wondering why the fear of his parents, of the death eaters, still prickled up your spine.

You stepped into the manor, instantly welcomed by warmth and immaculately decorated halls. It was festive and bright, nothing what you’d expected, after so many cold winters ran by cruelty.

“Draco, it’s beautiful,” you breathed, turning to him.

He smiled, stroking your cheek delicately.

“I had the maids decorate. The whole manor is like this. They’ve brought their families too, for once, there will be life in this home,” Draco squeezed your hand, planting a kiss on your cheek.

Your bags were taken, and Draco hung your coat in the foyer closet before pulling you into a steamy kiss. His hands squeezed your waist, and you melted into his touch.

“Come on, darling,” he pulled you to the dining room, where cooks were serving pastries he used to eat as a child.

He pulled you to sit on his lap, the two of you sharing an apple Danish. You smiled, gently biting the tip of his finger as he fed you a piece, Draco grabbing your ass with his other hand, nearly causing you to choke.

“Minx. Behave, we haven’t had any innocent fun yet,” Draco scolded with a little giggle.

You gently laid your head down on his shoulder, relaxing as you finished the rest of your snack. His fingers trailed up and down your spine mindlessly, listening to your breathing.

“Let me show you the gardens. We can hide and seek in the hedge mazes, then we’ll skate. Get your coat,” he hummed, patting your bum to get you up.

You smiled, kissing his cheek before going to retrieve your coat, smiling as Draco held it up for you to slide into. He fastened the buttons, tying a scarf around your neck as if you were young.

“Warm enough?” he asked, being attentive to you.

You nodded, threading your fingers in his before following him outside. The two of you crossed the grounds, until you made it to the gardens.

“Go. I’ll give you a minute to hide,” he said, smiling.

You giggled, running into the maze and searching for a hiding spot. After wandering around a bit, you heard his footsteps behind you. You laughed, running down the opposite direction, making Draco chase after your laughter.

“I’m going to catch you!”

“No!” you squealed, dodging his grip as he got close.

He whipped around a corner, wrapping his arms around you and pinning you against the wall of the hedge. You giggled and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He melted into you, softening immediately and growing affectionate with you.

Your laughter made his heart fill with joy, filling the many years of sad, dark memories that haunted this place. Branches pressed against your back, the smell of nature filling your senses. He tasted like tea and sugar, reminding you of home.

“Let’s go skating, come on,” he finally relented, pulling away after kissing you.

You held his hand as the two of you walked to the pond. You sat down on a carved stone bench, smiling as Draco knelt in front of you to lace your skates. He kissed your knee through your tights before standing and tying his own skates.

“I’m not good at this,” you warned, off-balance as he helped you step onto the ice.

“Let me show you.”

He let go of your hands briefly to skate around, demonstrating the movements. Like everything Draco did, he made it seem effortless and smooth, perfectly aware of his body and every movement.

He took your hands, leading you carefully, promising he wasn’t going to let you fall. After several minutes of hesitated movements, you were doing a bit better and following him around the pond, enjoying the cold breeze on your face.

The sun started to hang low in the sky, casting a deep golden glow over the snowy gardens. It was beginning to get too cold for comfort, and you skated to Draco, whining about being too cold.

“We’ll go in and get warm. Come on, love,” he promised, helping you back into your boots before making the trip up to the manor. House elves took your coats and informed you that hot chocolate was on the stove, and fresh bread was in the oven whenever the two of you wanted it.

“How about a hot shower to warm up?” Draco offered, kissing your cold cheeks.

“Please.”

He turned on the hot water, watching it fall from overhead and create steam that rose from the black marble floor. His eyes settled on you, watching you slowly undress, admiring your figure. Draco took your hand and led you under the water, pulling you against his body. You leaned against him, letting the water warm your shivering body, seeping all the way through you.

His delicate fingers massaged shampoo through your hair, rubbing your scalp as your forehead rested on his sternum. You hummed happily, inhaling the scent of vanilla that bloomed from his touch. His hands were gentle on your skin, washing your body, a favor happily returned.

Fluffy towels were wrapped around you when you grew tired of the shower, the water running lukewarm. You giggled as he tried to pull your towel, teasing you joyfully.

“Let me see them,” Draco whined, making you grin and open your towel for a brief moment, letting him catch sight of your body. He pulled one of his sweaters over your head, getting you nice and cozy before you settled in the library with cocoa.

You sat on Draco’s lap, exchanging little chocolate-flavored kisses. Your lips pressed kisses up his neck, making Draco stir on the couch beneath you.

“Baby, you need to be careful,” he warned softly.

“I want to cockwarm you. Please, I need to be filled,” you whispered softly, drawing out the syllables that were murmured into his jaw.

“Begging so pretty for me,” he praised, easing down his pants and stroking himself a few times while you watched in desperation.

“Easy,” he hushed as you tried to force yourself down on him.

He guided you carefully, sinking you down on his cock. The friction was sweet, pulling a satisfied whimper from your lips as he slowly filled you. You felt him in your tummy, stretching you just enough to feel snug. Calm serenity instantly settled over you, and you melted against him, snuggled into his chest. He praised you softly, rubbing your back under his sweater, letting himself settle down with you for the evening.

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