#lucius malfoy x reader platonic

[lafleshlumpeater]

being besties w/ Luci would include?- (God I feel like I'll get a lot of opposition from everyone because a lot of followers and you love marauders but oh well)

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"And then, the lupin boy had the audacity to talk me down! 'you're not the only prefect around here, malfoy,' he said. the sheer disrespect!" lucius exclaimed.

the corners of your mouth twitched upwards. "how very dare he!" you tried to sound as genuine as possible, but to be honest, you found the whole ordeal hilarious.

"i know! and-" he paused for a second and sighed. "you find this funny, don't you."

your eyes glistened with mirth. "no," you continued to almost mock your best friend, continuing to braid his unnaturally platinum- blond hair. " i think it's... quite... uhm...." you try to hold your laughter in in vain, eventually letting go of his precious locks to cover your face as you snorted into your hands. "oh my god, malfoy, you are so pathetic."

"i am not pathetic!" he exclaimed in protest. "just because he's friends with them, if he wasn't he would get them in so much trouble, detentions every day-"

"hey, leave remus alone, he's done nothing to you!"

"please, just because you have a crush on him!"

lucius was muttering angrily after you had heard him practically yell the common room password and marched into the dungeons, and when you had asked him what was wrong you had expected for him to say anything except for begin to rant about one of your classmates-nearly-mates, mates. who you also happened to have a tiny crush on. but that was besides the point.

you scoffed in retaliation. "just because he got a higher mark than you in the last arithmancy test."

"you didn't deny your little crush." he ignored the snide comment directed towards himself and mocked you instead.

"i don't like him," i murmured, concentrating at the task at hand to ignore the fact you were blushing slightly. "and shut up, you're ruining your hair."

"ow!" he muttered mock- angrily as you pulled a lock of his hair. "watch how i embarrass you in front of him tomorrow."

"you watch i don't cut your hair off in your sleep, malfoy."

"i know you wouldn't, love."

he was teasing you for the nickname remus had oh-so-casually called you when asking for an extra quill the day before, and you had blushed the hardest you'd ever had before even processing what he had asked for.

cringing internally, you were quick to snap at lucius, but it was all in good intentions- that was how you two worked.

"shut up!"

"i didn't hear you complaining when he called you that," he drawled. you slapped his hands away from where they were prodding and poking at his hair, trying to figure out what style you were doing.

"leave off, you absolute menace," you hiss. "that's different."

lucius was about to come up with another witty retort when barty threw a book at the two of you from where he was trying to sleep on the sofa, his arm sprawled across his face. "shut up, both of you. i'm trying to sleep, you're worse than regulus and bellatrix."

"shut up, barty," the two of you parroted in unison.

"just because evan left you for a 'puff girl," you snorted.

this time it was an inkwell which you dodged, well- practised at the sport. "try again, my friend."

"or DON'T!" lucius practically shrieked as he failed to avoid a cushion which you smirked at. "shut up, you."

"i didn't say anything."

"yeah, well.. shut up."

"yessir."

"... don't let cissa hear you saying that."

you and barty gasped.

"malfoy!"

"ooh, kinky," barty smirked.

you flipped him off in response. "shut up."

lucius smirked. "i mean, is he wrong?"

"ooh, scandalously kinky!"

"SHUT UP, CROUCH!"

barty features bc he's my bff

anyways hope you like this<3

(i hate adding tags to things sm smh)

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Fortune

Platonic Yander Malfoy!Family x Dragon!reader (GN)

Summary: A long time ago there lived a species of dragon-hybrids with magical gifts. You - one of these hybrids - had the gift of bringing good fortune to whoever was close to you, but as you'd soon learn, using your gift to help others would only endanger you...

! Minors do not interact !

TW: Not Canon Complainant about the Malfoy's backstory, imprisonment, manipulation, kidnapping, infantilisation (kinda), I do not condone this - this is all fiction

One or two Centuries ago, when muggles still believed in magic and fantastical creatures roamed the earth almost freely, many more kinds of species lived in nature. Some of them were closely related to creatures still on this planet in the present. One example of such a case was a kind of dragon that had long since left the face of the earth, one that shared many similarities with the humans around it. In fact, these dragons had the ability to shift from their full dragon form to that of a bipedal, humanoid dragon-person hybrid. Further than their ability to shift though was their ability to innately use magic.

Now, their abilities were not like the abilities of wizards and witches who could put their magic into words and gestures, using their magic as a medium to achieve many different goals. Instead, they tended to be born with a specific magical talent that differed from case to case - some could control different elements (since these dragons did not naturally have the ability to breathe fire or water), some could communicate with nature, some changed the weather, and others could use their scales to make themselves invisible to any living and dead being.

One of these dragons, still a young fetchling when this story began had a rare and sought-after ability - the ability to attract fortune. Something every dragon with a knack for hoarding (so almost all) would kill for, which was why the little dragon-hybrid was told from a very young age to keep hidden from creatures that would use them and their powers for their own gain. This young dragon was you - and often, when you now fell asleep, you still dreamt of the night that would turn out to be the one to doom your entire life.

You had barely just started to fly without your parent's supervision and after being kept at home for your entire (short) life in hopes that no one would try to use you, your curiosity for real life and everything beyond the mountain you called home grew restless. So you did what any curious child with the ability to fly would do and you took off to where you knew the nearest village to be. You landed a few miles away from it, well aware that your parents would be furious beyond belief if you went into town and let your existence be known to humans. After all, your parents always did make a point of mentioning just how greedy and selfish humans tended to be.

You were a fool to not believe them. You were in your humanoid form - comparable with a human child of about eight or nine years - as you stepped into a clearing. The sound of sobbing echoed through the trees around you and your eyes fell onto a form hunched onto the floor in sobs. They looked similar to you, but a lot smoother, and without any horns or wings protruding out of their back. Honestly, they looked really strange, but your parents had described something similar to what you were seeing and they had said that these smooth wingless things were humans. Obviously, you were intrigued.

"Why are you crying?" you asked in your young, squeaky voice and the human jumped up, turning to look at you in shock. Their eyes widened even further at your appearance, but they seemed too shaken to properly realize what was going on.

"You-You're a - You're a dragon?" they finally stuttered out, their tears long forgotten. You couldn't help but giggle, of course, you were a dragon, what else were you supposed to be?

"Yes I am, and you're a human, right?" you asked and they only responded by nodding, "then why were you crying, human?"

"I-" They seemed to question their reality for a second, probably wondering if they should tell a random little dragon-hybrid their sorrows, but they responded nonetheless, "My mother... She's very ill and I don't have the money to buy the medicine she needs, I fear that she'll pass away soon and then I will be all alone in the world."

As their tears build up again, you feel yourself sympathize with the human. Sure, you had your parents, but they were travelling all of the time, leaving you to your own devices and even your siblings had been allowed to leave the nest and make a way of their own, it was just you who was kept alone in the cave under the pretence of protection. So you very well knew how it felt to be alone, to be lonely. And so you knew that if you could do something against someone else feeling like that, then you would.

"I can help you!" you exclaimed excitedly at the thought of doing something good.

"What? How?" the human - you decided that if humans were at all similar to your own kin then they must have been a man - asked, completely perplexed as you walked towards him, stopping just a step away.

"It's my gift, I can bring fortune to people, I can help you make the money you need for the medicine," you were smiling brightly now, but the human still seemed confused. 'How,' he just asked and you told him to kneel down. Usually, your presence alone was enough to attract riches and riches beyond most people's dreams, but you knew that if you wanted to help someone attract fortune without being near them, you had to use a different tactic. And so, once the man had knelt down, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and a shimmer of silver light sparkled over his face - the same silver of your scales.

After that you left for home, but before you could take off the human called out to you: "What's your name? Will I see you again?"

"I'm Y/N - and I don't know, I hope so," you responded as you took flight and the last thing they shouted to you before the distance was too large to hear them was that their name was Layton Malfoy.

After that, you used every chance you had to fly to that clearing where Layton was usually already waiting for you - he'd tell you all these amazing stories of his life and he'd entertain you, trying to be your best friend. At least you thought that was all he wanted. What you didn't realize was that slowly but surely he was trying to keep you by his side longer and longer, always finding another reason as to why you should stay, telling you how your parents were using you, about how they weren't these amazing dragons that you thought them to be. And maybe because you were just a lonely child who was just desperate for the attention or maybe because Layton was your first friend and you didn't believe friends would lie to each other, you believed him. And so after he kept telling you all these things about how he was the one who would actually protect you, about how he'd finally let you live a normal life, you left the clearing with him towards his home town - thinking about how you'd return home one day and tell your parents about how wrong they were about humans and about all the great things you lived through.

You never returned home though, in fact, you never saw your parents again. Decades later - you were now comparable to a human teenager - Layton's grandchildren had told you that the dragon-hybrids had been declared extinct after they had been hunted for their powers and their horns. The Malfoy heir told you that he was so happy that his grandfather had 'taken you in' and how the entire family just felt thankful that you hadn't been hunted as well. He elected to ignore the fact that you were shackled to a wall in a secret Cellar below their large estate - possible only because they had you locked away to attract them money,.

After finding out about the cruel fate of your kin, you shifted into your dragon form attempting to not give the Malfoy any sense of result by responding to them or even just paying attention to them. You rolled into yourself, closed your eyes and stopped things but eat, drink and sleep. No matter how often the ever-evolving generations of Malfoys tried to get you to interact with them, you just stayed silent. Honestly, you were surprised that after decades of silence, they still tried to talk to you - wasn't your presence in their cellar enough? You were still attracting fortune for them, what more did they want? Over the years they tried to get you out of your shell by decorating your cellar with numerous pillows and blankets and things that dragons loved in their hord. Your Chamber probably had more money, jewels and riches in it than their bank account. And yet, as much as you secretly appreciated your new horde, you stayed silent.

At least until a new Malfoy was born and old enough to come down to you on his own. Lucius was just a child when he saw you for the first time lying curled into yourself in your pile of riches and pillows and blankets, but even he could see the sadness in your form. And so he tried to talk to you, but like his parents and grandparents had told him, the dragon in their cellar did not talk. But he didn't stop, he told you about how he thought the family had enough money already, about how he thought they should let you free and how you'd be able to breathe fresh air again once he became the patriarch of the family. Maybe it was the earnestness in his voice or the fact that he reminded you of yourself when you were a hatchling, still trusting in the world around you, but you caved and you shifted for the first time in what must have been over 100 years.

It was safe to say Lucius was ecstatic and the two of you soon became close. You talked to him and him only, and he enjoyed it immensely. He tried to spend as much time as possible down with you and was so close to you that you actually let him nap with you in your horde (he always got to lie on the parts with lots of pillows and blankets, because you knew humans were a lot more sensitive than you). And as he grew older you tried to remind him of his promise and at first he agreed, but the older he grew the more unsure he seemed. Still, he agreed - probably knowing that you'd stop your friendship with him once you realized that he didn't intend to keep his promise anymore.

It was only once he came down, dressed all in black, now an adult with his own child, telling you that his father Abraxas had passed because of a case of Dragon Pox - a cruel wink of fate as you couldn't help but think - that you excitedly ran towards the bars of your cage, believing that you'd finally be let out of this horrible prison. Only that Lucius didn't open the door. 'Why?' you asked him, silver streaks of tears streaming down your cheeks, 'Don't you have enough Fortune? Is the money really worth it?'.

"It was never about the money, at least not for me if it was just that I would let you go in a heartbeat, but I know that the second I let you out you'll be gone. You'll leave me behind, here without you, and I don't think I can do that Y/N. I need to know that you're here, safe, where I always know you're well cared for. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me - even if I'm not there to experience it."

That was the day you realized that Lucius and Narcissa - and after his son Draco as well - would never let you go. They did try to make your living 'situation' more comfortable, changing out the bars to your cave with an actual door after putting enough spells on you to keep you from ever leaving the premises of their mansion, keeping you from kind of violence against them and keeping alerting them should you ever be in any kind of distress or danger. Soon they had integrated you into their everyday life, treating you like a child to be protected and not like you've had lived longer than they could ever imagine. Even Draco - who grew up with you as a constant in his life - developed the same sense of protectiveness that his parents had, as if he wasn't a literal child, and when it was time for him to leave for Hogwarts he insisted you writing him at least once a week, because otherwise he was sure he'd go insane with worry (at least that was what he said).

And so, while for a few decades, you had actually thought freedom was close, you soon realized that you had just switched one prison against a slightly more glamorous one - and it seemed that as long as there were Malfoys, you'd never be able to escape it.

A/N: This is based on another great idea by @sol565 so I wanna give them a big thanks and a big shoutout ❤️❤️❤️

[sunnylands-world]

Something in between

Pairing: draco Malfoy x reader

Summary: Draco comes back from quidditch and immediately wants you

Word count: 256

Warning: oral [fem receiving], sorta a suffocation kink, the reader has thick thighs and yeah I think that's it

A/n: I'm obsessed with my thighs right now so here's a little thought I had

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Your legs were wide as your boyfriend lowered to his knees in between them. His quidditch uniform still on as he began to suck and nip at the skin of your thighs. His tongue ran over them as he kissed his way up, his sweaty hair brushes your skin every few touches. When he finally got to your core he used his teeth to pull away the fabric to reach his destination.

He wasted no time as he latched onto your clit sucking while his other hand used two fingers to push into your heat. Your thick thighs close around him and your head drops back with a loud cry. "Oh fuck Draco" you moaned moving your hand to his damp locks, bring his face closer. You can hear a faint groan from him as you wiggle around, your thighs squeezing tighter.

Draco had this thing he liked, he liked when you nearly suffocated him or when he got to leave marks on your thighs. They were his obsession, he couldn't get enough of them. His head was always in your lap or somewhere near his prized possession between them. His head pulled back and his lips were swollen from sucking on you as he smiled, fingers still deep in you rubbing against the spongy spot that drove you mad.

"I want you to cum on my face, love." He says before moving back to your bud licking at it and you did what did before and squeezed him between them, just the way he likes…

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Request open 💙

Draco's lovers and requests:

@alexxavicry , @sarahthehuffpuff,

@supercoffeeblogs , @thatwattpadobsessed

@ameliaclare04 , @kyracanwrite

[mayabooowrites]

I guess birthday wishes do come true ||D.M

Summary: After a traumatic event happens in your life you forgot everything your family, your name. Everything, your put into a muggle orphanage where at the age of 11 you get your Hogwarts letter which changes your life

Your first ever memory you have was at age 4, it is of you waking up seeing and hearing rain falling against the window above you, cozy fluffy sheets wrapped around you in the bed you laid on, a splitting headache and whispering voices saying stuff nearby your bed.

You had no memory's before that no name nothing.

After that you were sent to an orphanage to live, a necklace with an M crest was all you had of your forgotten past

When you arrived at the orphanage they named you Maybelle

But every night in your dreams you see a a blond haired boy way older then you running into a burning room your in, you couldn't see his face just his hair

He picked you up and carrying you

He was talking but you couldn't hear anything it was quiet all you could hear was the burning sounds of the place your in

You always wake up when he falls to the ground and your laying there passed out looking at him as he screams as people grab him pulling him away from you

Your now 10 years old and you always find comfort in your dreams now

"I mean I must have a family who love me right? My dreams just tell me that but something just happened to them right?" You say to one of the other orphans here who were older then you as they brush your hair

"Maybelle don't overthink all of it okay? Just live your life now, don't go searching for people who may be dead." She says and you sigh

"But I'll never know who I truly am if I don't try." You say as you get up and Anna sighs

"Okay I'll help you try and find them." Anna says and you jump up and down happily

"Thank you Anna! Thank you!" You say and you needed to find your family you needed to know who you truly are

Anna was trying to pull every string she could but found nothing and now it was a month later and a day before your birthday and you turn 11

Anna walks into your room at precisely 12:00 at night and wakes you up

"Happy birthday Maybelle." She says with a cupcake and a candle and you smile happily

As you take it and make a wish 'I hope this year I finally find my family.' You think as you then blow out the candle and eat the cupcake happily

Anna hugs you as you smile happily praying that it works this year and you get to find your family

The next morning you woke up and walk downstairs to the orphanage caregiver saying you got a letter and there was a lady with strange clothes and a pointy hat almost like a Halloween witch hat who seemed to have dropped the letter off

You were confused and took it as all the other kids look confused as everyone here never gets letters you were taken to a different room to even open it with the weird clothed woman which confused you

You open it and see an acceptance letter to a school? Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry?

You look up the the woman confused huh? Magic is real?

"Your a witch Miss Malfo—Maybelle and you've been accepted into Hogwarts where you'll be able to practice magic and learn about it." She says and you were so confused "You may be confused now but someone will be meeting you in London to help you into Diagon alley they'll help you pay, to make sure it's them call them Draco." She says smiling like she was happy you were here

"What's your name?" You ask and she smiles

"I'm headmistress of the school Minerva Mcgonagall." She says and you smile

"Well you know me already, but I'm Maybelle I have no last name." You say and she nods

"Don't worry Maybelle Hogwarts will be like your family." She says and you nod happily your birthday wish came true maybe you will have a family somehow

Now a few days later has past and Anna dropped you off where Mcgonagall told the orphanage caregiver to drop you off and you look around nervously after Anna left

You were looking for a posh looking man who had to be about 23 with grey eyes kinda like yours which you found interesting

Suddenly you turn around when you hear a shaky voice

"Y/n?" It says and you jump almost trying to say yes but that's not your name it's Maybelle

"Sorry but I'm Maybelle." You say as the man had opened up an entrance behind you leading to a busy street you were so confused but walked in towards the man guessing this is Diagon Alley

"So this is why professor Mcgonagall asked for my help." He says as tears stream down his face and pulls you into a hug

When he pulls away you look at his face finally and see the same grey eyes as yours, and the same blond hair

You were confused until he said something

"Y/n Malfoy it truly is you my little sister they found you." He says and you were so shocked was this man your brother? Is your birth name actually Y/n? Do you finally have a family to live with?

"How do you know for sure I'm your sister?" You ask and he smiles

"Who else would you be? I'll always recognize my little sister y/n and here we match." He says pulling out the same crest with an M on it but on a ring and you gasp as you look at your necklace and smile "I have missed you so much, I always blamed myself that day of the fire where I lost you and couldn't find you." He says and you started to cry your dreams the blond haired teen the fire, he is your brother the ring and the talking of the fire proves it

"The only dreams I have is of that day you have to be my brother." You say hugging him tightly and he holds you so close

"That day we lost our parents y/n, and then I lost you after I was grabbed by the mob who burned our manor down and decided to kill us all because of our dad being a death eater." Your brother says and you stop as little pieces of your memory slowly came back to you that day

The screams waking you up in the middle of the night, the smoke beating you so hard you couldn't breath, you running into your parents room to find them brutally murdered in the burning room

Your brother running in and grabbing you trying to escape, and even when he did it wasn't an escape after an hour of running and being chased he was easily overpowered by the people who caught up to him and took him as your brother threw you into a snow bank hoping they wouldn't find you

And they didn't a random couple on a walk did they found you a shivering 4 year old and took you to a hospital then you were taken to a muggle orphanage

"Draco." You say and Draco smiles as he holds you so tightly

"I never wanna let you go again your coming home okay?" He says as he cries into your shoulder and you cry into his so happy to be finally reunited with your brother "Well come on we don't got all day now do we? We gotta get you ready for Hogwarts." He says and you smile as he grabs your hand so tightly and walks off with you as you smile not able to stop you finally found your family

I guess birthday wishes do come true

[greycloudsinwinter]

Master list ❤️❤️

A court of thorns and roses:

Platonic inner circle x reader x romantic azriel

Cassian x reader

High lord rhysand x reader

Thesan high lord of dawn x reader

Yandere inner circle x reader romantic

Kallias x reader

Amarantha x reader

My hero academia:

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Endeavour x reader

Eijiro kirishima x reader

Deku x reader

Twisted wonderland:

Azul x reader

Jamil x reader

Vert x reader

Bridgerton:

Poly bridgerton boys x reader

Colin bridgerton x reader

Game of thrones/ hotd :

The mountain x reader

Khal drogo x targeryan reader

Khal drogo x escaped reader

Khal drogo question

Khal drogo x reader smut

Jamie Lannister protected x reader

Maegor x reader

Rhaegar targeryan x reader

Maegor x wife reader with child

Aegon I x reader

Rickard stark x reader

Tywin Lannister x targeryan first wife reader

Jason Lannister x targeryan wife

Aegon I x reader with children

Maegor x male reader

Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

Daemon targeryan x reader

Maegor x escapee reader

Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader question 1

Poly viserys and Otto x reader questions 2

Criston Cole x reader

Corys velaryon x reader

Criston Cole x reader part 2

Otto x reader x viserys question 3

Platonic aegon x platonic aemond x reader

Erryk cargyll x targeryan princess x arryk cargyll

Jacaerys veleryan x reader

Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

Tom riddle x reader question

Gellert grindelwald x reader

Orion black x reader

Newt scamander x reader

Aberforth dumbledore x reader

Tom riddle x malfoy reader

Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

Cygnus black x reader questions

Cygnus black x reader questions 2

Pollux black x reader

Cygnus black x reader question 3

Cygnus black x reader question 4

Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

Orion black part 2

Poly orion and Cygnus black x reader

Poly marauders x Slytherin reader

Walpurgis x muggle reader

Lucius malfoy x reader

Salazar Slytherin x reader

Hobbit/ lotr :

Thranduil x fairy reader

Thranduil x fairy reader with children

Thranduil x fairy reader 3

Thranduil x fairy reader part of the company

Thranduil x fairy reader question

Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

Yandere thorin Oakenshield x reader

Twilight:

Marcus volturi x reader

Aro volturi x reader

Cauis volturi x reader

Marcus volturi x reader part 2

Marcus volturi x stubborn reader

Aro volturi x reader (who doesn’t care )

Beaststars :

Ogma x reader

Tem x reader

Poly gohin and oguma x reader

X-men:

Erik lehsnherr x reader

Erik lehsnherr questions 1

Historical characters:

Henry VIII x reader

Henry VIII x reader question 1

Baldwin IV x reader

Oc’s

Knight x reader

[suugarbabe]

d.r. x reader

prompt: heyy is it possible to request a draco malfoy fic where the reader and draco are like childhood best friends and smth happens (with his parents of something) and the reader sorta comforts him? and he realises how much the reader means to him? thank youu

an: I cannot find the person who requested this, it was in a comment of another post so i hope you find it

You could read Draco’s emotions like the palm of your hand; it was one of the perks of knowing him since before you could even walk. Others always viewed Draco as cold and icy, but you knew it was all just a facade to please his father. 

Draco was your soulmate, not romantically, but platonically. Some would call you twin flames. He knew all your deepest secrets, and you his. These were often shared in your ‘hiding space’ in Draco’s family’s back garden because it was the one space neither Lucius or your father would go to look for either of you. 

When you were both eleven, Draco has fallen down the back steps of Malfoy manor, harshly scraping his knees and tearing the new trousers his parents had just gotten him. Tears welled in his eyes as he anxiously spoke of how disappointed his father would be in him and how he would call him weak. You had calmed him down with a tight hug, something he grew used to with you, before using your wand to heal his cuts and mend his trousers. 

When you had gotten your first heartbreak in year two, Draco held on to you in the Slytherin common room while you sobbed, sending Mattheo and Theo off to deal with the tosser that had broken you to pieces. He hated seeing you so emotionally destroyed, fuming as he rubbed soothing circles on your back before you fell asleep in his arms after finished crying. 

The two of you were always there for each other, no matter how big or little the circumstance. So when he walked into the common room with sunken eyes and slouching shoulders, you knew immediately something was wrong. 

He had come to join the others where they were seated. Giving small nods to those that acknowledged his presence. When he finally met eyes with you, your eyebrows were knitted. He did his best to keep his face stoic, but still you looked quickly to the hall leading toward the dorm before raising your eyebrows, indicating to Draco to meet you in his dorm. 

There was no point in refusing or fighting it, Draco knew this. If he were to try and avoid talking to you he’d likely find himself in a binding spell and being levitated to where you desired much like in year three when he tried to act like ‘one of the lads’. 

So that was why he found himself immediately following you down the hall, head hung low and hands in his pockets. When you reached his door you held it open, ushering him in first before you closed it, placing a locking charm on it for privacy. 

Draco stood in the middle of the room, still in the same position. You walked over to his bed, toeing off your shoes and climbing up on the four poster and laying down, head on the pillows. You opened your arms wide and spread your legs so you looked kind of like a starfish. 

“Dray,” you called his name, causing his head to look up in your general direction. When he saw your position he immediately walked over, shedding his jacket and kicking off his shoes before climbing up. He crawled in between your legs until his head was even with your sternum. 

He slowly let his body weight fall on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp before running your hand down his back as far as you can reach and back, rubbing his shoulders absentmindedly as well. 

You could feel him physically relax on top of you and after a few moments you decided to finally ask him the cause of his stress. “Wanna tell me what’s got you in such a sour mood?” your tone was slightly teasing, wanting to keep the ease that you were developing. 

“I always appear in a sour mood, darling. That’s just my face,” you smiled at his cheeky response, glad that he was feeling at least a little bit better to make a joke. You gave his scalp another quick scratch, silently indicating for him to keep talking and tell you the real reason he appeared so grumpy. 

 With a deep sigh, Draco started to explain to you what was going on, “It’s my father. I know I should be used to the amount of pressure he puts on me for everything, but with everything in our world getting more intense, I think he’s getting reprimanded more and taking it out on me. Mom tries to help, tries to tell me not to take it personally but you’ve heard how he talks to me.” 

He wrapped his arms around you tighter and you wrapped your arms lightly around his shoulders, holding him closer to your body. “You are so much more than what he tries to say about you, Dray. You are so smart, smarter than I’ll ever really tell you,” you teased, earning a small chuckle from Draco, “you’re also incredibly loyal, very cunning and sometimes even funnier than Theo, but don’t tell him I said that.” 

“I’m definitely going to tell him you said that,” Draco turned his head, chin resting on your stomach as his face formed a smirk. You pinched his cheek as you giggled at him causing him to tickle your side. You squirmed under him and he popped himself up on his knees, using both hands now to tickle up and down your sides. 

“D-Draco, stop,” you giggled, “can’t breathe.” He sat back on his hunches as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, “You’re the absolute worst Draco Malfoy.” The smile on your face didn’t match up with your teasing words. 

“Interesting, that’s not what you were saying a moment ago. You were basically the president of the Draco Malfoy fan club,” his teasing smirk only made you smile wider. You slyly placed your hand behind you, grabbing hold of the edge of his pillow. Draco continued to speak, only to be cut off by you swinging the pillow and hitting his shoulder. 

“Oh, darling, big mistake,” Draco reached over your shoulder grabbing the other pillow to get his revenge. But you didn’t care, you were just happy to see the smile back on his face.

[moiravim]

Blonde Hair

PLATONIC brother!Draco x reader

Summary: Yn is the daughter of Regulus Black but was quickly taken in and adopted by Narcissa. YN is extremely insecure, but her brother Draco is always there for her. (Second person)

Warnings: YN has dark hair, fem YN, mention of blood

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Your father, Regulus had died before you ever met him and your mother died during childbirth. The closest thing you had to a family was always the Malfoys. But even after having your last name changed Lucius had always called you 'yn black'.

You grew up feeling like you had no family and the only person who had ever made you feel any differently was Draco.

Draco always made sure you felt loved. You'd always been close and would always play together as kids.

As you grew older Draco had realized how you feel. It made no sense to him because he had always seen you as his real sister and he didn't get why you saw it any differently.

Your first year of Hogwarts was coming up and you were horrified. You wanted everyone to see you as a 'real' Malfoy. Lucius had gifted you an amulet which would change your darker hair to platinum blonde.

The amulet was a large oval with a glowing mist-like substance inside. It hung from a thick silver chain, worn as a necklace.

You were obsessed with it since the moment it was gifted to you. "YN, really... You don't have to wear that stupid necklace! You were perfectly fine without it!! No one's even here to see you-" Draco complained but you immediately cut him off.

"You just don't understand what it's like not having a family!!" This 'stupid necklace' was the thing keeping me together at the moment. It made me feel like I really did fit in with the Malfoys.

Draco's eyes started to water as his face got red. "I'm your family!" He shouted as a tear slipped down his cheek. He immediately wiped it away and hid his red eyes with his hand.

You felt bad, but you knew he was wrong. He was just trying to make you feel better. He wasn't really your brother. He was your cousin and Narcissa was your Aunt. You had no parents. No brother.

The ambiance of Draco's room continued to become more and more akward. You sigh before hugging Draco and rubbing his back. You didn't want to, but, you knew he'd do the same for you.

He hugs you back tightly as a few more tears fell from his eyes. You hadn't realized at the time he was scared of the same thing you were.

You left his room, going back to your own so you could finish packing. You and Draco left for Hogwarts tomorrow and had to leave early to get to the Hogwarts express.

When you layed in bed, anxiety took over you. 'Everyone would find out I'm not Draco's real sister and they'll all hate me!' you told yourself.

After another hour of restless sleep you sneaked into Draco's room. He was still awake and was writing in his diary. He smiled as he watched you peek into his room.

He pat the spot next to him as he wrote in his journal and you made your way over to him. You sat, resting on your knees. "I can't sleep... I'm scared. What if everyone finds out I'm not your real sister?"

He looks at you sadly. He's obviously tired of hearing about it but you have no one else to express your fears to and he knows it. But the part about you not being his 'real sister' really hits hard.

He was disappointed you didn't see him as a brother, but he was too nervous to say anything. "YN. Everyone will love you. I promise. And even if they don't I'll always be here for you." He says truthfully.

"You really think they'll believe we're siblings?" You ask once more as Draco nods.

You rested your head on his fluffy pillows before happily falling asleep with little to no worries.

You woke up the next morning in your own bed. An outfit was picked out and placed folded on your chair with your amulet on top.

You slowly woke up and got dressed. You hid your amulet under your shirt before leaving your room to go find your brother.

"YN. Your going to be late. Go meet up with Narcissa and Draco. They have your things." Lucius said as you nodded and rushed downstairs.

Lucius eventually met up with the three of you and you left for Hogwarts. When you entered the train you followed Draco to find empty seats.

Eventually a few of Draco's friends found their way to your section and sat with you two. It was fun and for once you could see some resemblance between you and Draco. You swore to yourself in this moment you'd never let anyone see you without your amulet.

A month into the school year and everything has been going great. Your best friend is Pansy, but you also hang out with Draco and his other friends.

Still none of them know your not really Draco's twin and you couldn't be any happier. Sadly it wouldn't last.

You had already made enemies due to your brother. Harry and Ron often picked on you. You didn't blame them though because of how your brother treated them.

"You know, you guys really aren't good people" you stated, tired of their constant bullying. "Says the Malfoy! Your the definition of evil" Ron argues back.

"Don't you dare talk bad about the Malfoy name!" You snapped back. You were close to loosing it. You decided to use your one talent against them.

"Duel me! Two against one! I'll prove you both wrong!"

They laughed, thinking it'd be an easy win but you knew there was no way they'd win.

You yelled out spells, constantly stunning them and blocking their counter spells.

While you were busy fighting Ron, Harry had used flipendo against you. Your body was flung into the wall and you landed roughly on the floor.

You hadn't cared for the glass stabbing into your chest, all you cared about your hair. The platinum blonde hair that was giving you a reason to live.

You sobbed out, curling in on yourself. You were so close to winning, how could things have gotten this bad. Of course you'd underestimated Harry.

You pulled at your hair as your body started to shake. The worst part was all the students watching you fall apart.

Everyone in the school would find out your not Draco's sister. Your life would be ruined.

Your eyes remained slammed shut as you felt someone pull you into their arms. "Shhhh....shhhhh... I'm here. Everything is going to be okay... My sweet sister, you don't deserve this." Draco said as he brushed out the hair you had tangled.

He lifted you up and took you away from the crowds and into the Slytherin common room.

He rested you onto the couch and noticed blood going through your white shirt. He immediately unbuttoned it to see your crushed amulet stabbing into your skin.

Draco's frown deepens as he inspects your cuts. They weren't too bad, but he still felt horrible he wasn't there for you sooner. He wished it never had happened.

He discards the amulet and cleans the blood from you. A few minutes later Pansy rushes in, hugging you as your cries die down.

"Oh, YN! I was so worried, I heard what happened... Harry and Ron truly are horrible" Pansy states as she hugs you tightly.

You smile at her comment. Draco sits next to you and continues to rub your back as you hug Pansy.

"YN, I want to talk to you in private..." Draco says as Pansy nods, giving the two of you some space.

"This changes nothing. You always have been and always will be my sister". You begin to cry at his words and hug him tightly. He hugs you back once more before you leave to get some rest.

A/N: I'm having family problems 💔 also the amulet is based off of the owl house LMAO!!

[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (I.2)

II. Slytherin

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You arrive at Hogwarts and meet your new family 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, magic!, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3.8 k

Notes: Alright, here we go! The description of the Slytherin common room was given after I watched a very lengthy youtube video of a player walking through the Slytherin Common room in hogwarts legacy the game. ANYWAYS, reader may refer to her aunt as “my mother” or “parent”

“Remember love, once you are in your dorms, you have to…”, you tuned out the sound of your aunt’s voice, too excited to hear, for the tenth time, all the things you had to remember. She, as your parents, all had been sorted to Slytherin, so all the tricks and passageways had been taught to you since you were born. 

You ran towards Draco as you saw him in the platform 9 ¾ as soon as you ran by the portal, your aunt would have chided you, but when she saw Lucius and Narcissa she kept her mouth quiet 

Your poor owl rattled in her cage, anxious to get out as you ran with her in the cart.

“There you are!”, he said, “I thought you were going to be late”

“Never, have you met my aunt?”, you mocked

You said goodbye to your parents, amongst hugs and kisses, as they both sent you packages of food and treats. And you went up in the train after giving your luggage, you wasted no time and walked to the back of the train, where the most spacious wagons were. 

You could tell who were the seniors, and who were the first years, you really looked like tourists, looking at everything wide eyed, and in marvel, you found a cart just for the two of you, but then you were joined by Goyle and Crabb.

You did not like to hang out with them, but Draco did, and besides they were like a package deal, and with Draco too. The train started its journey, and after you waved your aunt goodbye from the platform, you sat with an excited sigh, as you looked outside the window, leaving central London, you could see muggles from here, and you always found them fascinating

As you were looking the beautiful streets of London, the door opened again, you look back to find a kid, he had big beautiful dark eyes, thick eyelashes, and a head full of dark chocolate curls

“Can I sit here?”, he asked, looking directly at Draco, he smiled, he knew him

“Of course Matthew”, he said, making Gregory and Vincent move, so he sat by your side and he got to sit in front of him

“Basilik, this is Matthew Gaunt, a pureblood from the Gaunt family”, he said, unlike you, Draco payed attention to that sort of thing, like, who was pure-blooded and who wasn’t

“Hey”, you greeted softly, he greeted Gregory and Vince too

“Basilik, right? your family is from France”, he said lightly, you smiled

“Yeah, actually”

“I heard that Harry Potter is on this train!”, said Draco, looking at your reactions, you were amused at the interruption 

“Really?”, you asked, diverting your eyes from Matthew to him

“We should befriend him”, he concluded

“Why?”, asked Vincent

“Because if he really is who they say he is, he is going to be a great wizard, obviously going to be placed in Slytherin, and descendant from the Potter family”, he explained and to you, it made sense, “the boy who lived and all that, like a celebrity of some sorts”

“Who cares about that?”, asked Matthew, “I bet he is a tosser, and he has been raised by muggles”, he said contemptuously

“Really?”, you asked, truly surprised, “So sad”, you muttered 

The journey continued as Gregory and Goyle spoke among themselves, you felt watched by the boy next to you, Matthew you looked back at him and smiled, and then you looked back outside, at the beautiful sights

Draco finally caught your eye, as something was bothering you, you leaned in and whispered in his ear

“What if I’m the one not sorted into Slytherin?”, you asked, he frowned, squinting his gray eyes doubt in your voice.

“Of course you will”, Draco said, frowning, you were a second of believing he was going to call you a name for even thinking such a thing but he didn’t, “they have to”, he said, and this time, he seemed more scared than something else. You wanted to believe it. You wanted to be in Slytherin, “and if not, we can still hang out”

No, it wouldn’t be the same

You couldn’t doubt, if you did, they certainly were not going to Slytherin, people that were sorted in Slytherin did not doubt… they were cunning and resourceful, and determined 

“They will”, you said surely, regaining your confidence, a Slytherin wouldn’t doubt it, and that seems to cheer him back up again 

The journey continued without a hitch, you entertained yourself by looking outside the window to the beautiful scenery, and then eating fudge brownies Narcissa had sent you in Draco’s special box filled with treats. Draco loathed them but she knew they were your favorites. 

The boy Matthew talked and laughed with the others, taking treats as well from Draco’s box, you felt his gaze on you, and you didn’t know why you became nervous.

“Is the Basilik family into the sacred 28?”, he asked randomly, you felt a bit nervous

“No, because it's not English”, Draco said defensively, “It’s a pure-blooded family from France”

“Oiu”, you muttered with a shy smile,  France did have a directory for pureblood families, but they were many, and it was still very debatable, many self-proclaimed pure-blooded family had muggles or half bloods married into them, but they did not want to accept it

The four of you looked at the door, where a boy came in the cart, gasping, he had clearly been running, he had dark hair but clear eyes

“Hello, have you seen my toad?”, he asked, “I’m Neville by the way”, you were going to answer him with a smile and present yourself

“How dare you speak to us?”, interrupted Draco with a disgusted face, the boy curled his lips and looked down, and then he closed the door and left, Matthew giggled 

“That was Neville Longbottom”, mocked Draco

“I don’t know who he is”, you said simply, he seemed nice 

“A pure blood, but a blood traitor”, and the issue was settled. Soon you had to change into your robes, “let’s go find Potter”, you heard Draco mutter to Vince and Greg, but you preferred to ignore him, changing into your robes instead. Matthew stayed in the wagon with you.

The train finally came to a stop one hour later, when it was already dark outside, when you got out of the train, to a platform in the middle of a wood, you were met by a huge man, he was a giant!

“My name is Rubeus Hagrid”, he presented. He seemed nice, “first years follow me!”, you followed gingerly, grabbing Draco’s arm leading him too. Hagrid took you to a small dock, where boats were ready for you all. You climbed on one with Draco, Grabb, Goyle and another girl, and the small boats rowed themselves 

The sun was hiding on the horizon, giving a beautiful sunset over the lake, it must been the Black Lake, your aunt beseech you to be careful when you are near it, because it said to have creatures on the bottom, like, mythical creatures such as monsters and mermaids

But that was kind of silly wasn’t it?

Soon the night had fallen over the lake, and you looked all around the dark woods, and then...

You all gasped in surprise when you saw the view of the lake and the castle over a dark hill, at night, with all its lights lighted up, it was breathtaking, you had never seen anything like it. IT WAS HUGE! bigger than the Malfoy Manor, bigger than your family home, maybe ten times as both houses put together 

It was so beautiful

All the boats made port on a small dock, where you were received by another teacher in the Boathouse, without a word she led you up the stairs, and you all followed closely. There were a lot of stairs, and when you got to the top, you were all visibly gasping, but there was no time for that, you kept waking until you reached the huge gates of the main part of Hogwarts.

You entered a huge hall, big stairs, you went up those stairs to find your luggage arranged on one side, but you kept going, until another professor stopped you. 

“Welcome to Hogwarts!”, she greeted, she seemed severe, “Now in a few moments you will go rough this doors and join your classmates”, she said, pointing behind her, “but before you can take your seats you will be sorted into your houses, they are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin”, she said the last name with severity, looking right at malfoy, “now while you are here, your house will be like your family”, you shared smiles with Draco, “your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking you will lose points, at the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the house cup”

“TREVOR!”, the boy who was looking for his toad on the train jumped in front of the professor to grab his animal, and she didn’t appreciate the interruption, but she continued nonetheless

“The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily”, she said and she left you. You wasted no time in turn to Draco and began giggling and whispering about how excited you are 

“Blaise, Theodore”, greeted Draco to another two kids who came close to him to talk. You were waiting to be introduced but then you saw something coming your way that made you grab onto Draco and whimper

Ghosts!

Kids began to scream and point, as twenty ghosts came from a hallway and floated all over you all

“I heard each House has a ghost”, muttered Draco

“New Students!”, said one that looked like an old monk, “hope to see you in Hufflepuff!”, there was so many of them, one particularly frightening looking one flied near you

“I can see some familiar faces”, he said with a deep voice, and to your horror, when you raised your face off of Draco, he was staring right back at you 

“Ah!”, you screamed

“Alright go along!”, demanded the professor, and they all left 

“We are ready for you now”, said McGonaggall

You followed into the magnificent Hall where all the older students were seated, it was glorious, majestic even, the tall ceilings looked like a night sky

“Now we will be sorted into Slytherin”, he whispered

“Did you manage to talk to Harry Potter?”, you asked, being so nervous you wanted to speak about anything else

“He is a complete tosser”, he whispered back and you giggled, “it's the boy we met at Madame Malkin”

“No!”, you giggled

“Yes!”

You all stopped in front of the sorting hat, it looked old and strange, but nervousness started to take a grip on you.

“When I call your name, you shall come forth, I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses”, she said, and as she raised the parchments with your names on it, you felt incredibly nervous 

She started chanting names, by alphabetical order, the hat came alive atop of a girl’s head, and he started sorting, and because of your last name, you were extremely nervous when she called in a boy with “az” as the first letters of his last name

“You are probably next”, Draco whispered, you nodded, as he was sorted into Ravenclaw

“Basilik!”, she called

“Draco don’t hate me if I’m nor sorted into Slytherin”, you mumbled, as you released his hand you didn’t even know you were holding, and 

Everything seemed to quiet down and stand still as you started walking wobbly the three steps, the professor smiled at you, and you smiled back, and then you took a sit on the stool, you finally got to see all the students seating in the great hall, all eyes on you, and you felt nervous, but a need to prove yourself seated deep inside you. The hat was strangely light when she put it in your head

“Mmmmm strange, another one of you”, he purred and you didn’t know what it meant, “I see bravery, yes, it will serve you right at Gryffindor, but also… a need to prove yourself, yes, I see that is more to you…”, the only thing you knew for sure is that you didn’t want to be at Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, you weren’t that nice or that smart anyways, “And I also see this resourcefulness, yes, just like your parents…. I know what to do with you!”, you closed your eyes in expectation and, “SLYTHERIN!”, when you opened your eyes again you were smiling, and your new house was cheering for you. Your smile was wide as you jumped to stand on your two, now secure, feet. You were the first one being sorted into your House! 

 You almost ran towards the table, and took a seat by an older boy’s side that when he smiled at you, he had all his teeth crooked, but he seemed nice, as they kept cheering on! you were so happy, relieved, but also, deep down you always knew where you belonged. 

“Basilik eh?”, asked the boy, “I’m Marcus Flint, chaser of our Quidditch team”

“Hullo”, you murmured with a shy smile, “I’m so happy”

“You are a legacy?”, he asked, and you barely nodded

You looked back at Draco who was smiling back at you, and another girl was sorted, Milicent Bullstrode which sat in front of you.

To no one’s surprise, Crabbe was also sorted into Slytherin, and Matthew too. 

Minutes went by, long one, until Then it was the time for your friend Draco

“Of course Malfoy will be placed in Slytherin”, you heard boys speak by your side, you only smiled excitedly when Mcgonaggal didn’t even need to place the hat on Draco’s head to shout… “Slytherin!”

He ran to you, he pushed Crabbed out of your side and took his place

“I knew it, all pure bloods are in Slytherin”, he said, more happy 

As you looked at the table and saw your new family a warm feeling was placed in your chest, especially when Draco hugged you against his side. You knew how much he wanted this, and you knew how much he wanted you to be in Slytherin too, just like his family. You have succeeded. 

The girl Parkinson, and Blaise, Theodore Nott, and other girls that you had seen in the Malfoy Manor also followed you, all somehow familiar faces. 

The headmaster greeted you all, presenting the professors and the new ones for this year, and then, a huge feast appeared in front of you, amazingly, it had all your favorites! How did they know?

You enjoyed the feast, as you talked with Draco, Goyle, and others seated with you, the other older students barely even looked at you, but you paid them no mind. You didn’t know if it was because you were so excited and happy, but the feast ended as soon as it began, everything happened so quickly. 

Soon an older boy stood up from the table, and stopped right beside you were the first years were seated 

“I’m Felix Brunt, I’m the Slytherin prefect”, he introduced himself rather quickly, and he seemed truly bored, “follow me, I will take you to our dormitories” 

The entire first year group followed the prefect religiously, he kept coming down stairs from the main hall in the main building, until you reached something you will guess it was the basements and the dungeons, but it was greater than the rest of the construction, the style in the floor looked like golden scales, it you made so many turns and twists, you didn’t see anybody there but you. 

You stopped in front of a empty wall, a blank space in the stones between two beautiful carved pillars

“Pure Blood”, Felix said loud and clear. a scaly line on the floor came to life, a metal snake slithered over the wall, and on its wake, a door appeared

You all gasped, looking into what was the coolest of magicks

The door opened to you, and it revealed a small hall, beautifully decorated, and a set of spiral stairs coming down. He was almost running down, and you followed, the stairs were stone on the right side, but on the left side, it had pillars that let you see a beautiful waterfall falling down, it took you three floors to reach the end.

The small waterfall fell into a small pond, and your eyes feasted with lilies, and other water plants, carved in the stone there was a figure like a dragon, and as you looked on you saw all kinds of wonders, statues, paintings, decorations. 

You walked beyond the hall, and it led to even a greater one. It led into a huge hall, to the right, there was a huge living room with huge windows, through them, you saw what it looked like to be water, but it couldn’t be, could it? Where are you underground?

“What you can see over there are the depths of the Black lake!”, said Felix, “no matter what the mermaids say, just, don’t listen to them”, you could see all kinds of creatures swimming through the beautiful glass panels 

The living room had a huge vault like ceiling, with a glass dome that lighten up the entire room

it was breathtaking

The room was very comfortable, with tables, chairs and sofas to relax or study in, a globe was placed in one corner, and a couple of chess games, there were also many statues and skeletons of diverse animals, and bookcases filled with books

“This is the Slytherin common room!”, showed Felix, the prefect, “here you can chat, study, hang around, you are going to live here for the next seven years, this is your new home”, he showed, and while you all looked around in wonder, he seemed rather bored. 

You almost trotted back to the main hall, which also had many armchairs, and more study material

He led you to the other part of the hall, where you saw huge stairs, with a statue of who you guessed was Salazar Slytherin right in the middle, the stairs separated into, one set to the left, and the other one to the right.

“Up there are the rooms of the last years!”, he said, “you are forbidden to go up there, unless invited!”, he said, bored, “but here”, he pointed to two door on each side, “left for the boys, and right for the girls”, he said quickly, “your things must be already inside, good luck”

You shared looks with Draco as you separated, and you led the group of the girls through the huge door. It opened to reveal a huge tunnel-like construction, with a metal railing leading to what you guessed were the different rooms, all in a same circular hallway connected to all of them. The pillars amongst the huge corridor were beautifully carved, and as you looked up you saw domes of colorful glass. One door was open, you took it as a sign and you walked inside, you saw Umbra in her cage in a corner, so here was where you were going to sleep.

It had five beds, placed in a circular manner. And you were five girls, so you all were going to be sleeping here. 

The entire room was a circle, it had a huge fireplace on the other side facing the door.

“I’m here as well”, said a girl you discovered was Daphne Greengrass

“Me too”, you weren’t that excited about having to share with Pansy, but it could be worse, you believed. you all three looked at the girl who introduced herself as MIllicent Bulltrode, and another girl followed, Tracy Davies

Now Pansy was the only one you knew, you had seen it constantly in Malfoy Manor parties, she always tried to get Draco’s attention, and that got you very competitive, sharing with her was going to be a challenge, specially since she tented to frown a lot, she had an unfortunate face and you always giggled at her, she didn’t like you either. 

“Well, we are going to be roomies for the next 7 years so… I can share my things with you, but you need first to ask me”, you suggested first, you were standing all in a circle, they nodded 

“Agreed”, Pansy said, surprising you, you all looked at each other, and nodded, like coming to an silent agreement

“Us witches must remain united, as Slytherins, and as girls”, said Daphne, she was pretty, blonde hair, light blue, piercing eyes and a small nose. 

“Agree”, you said with a smile, Pansy smiled too, as did Millicent and Tracy

“Just, keep everything tidy and clean”, said Tracy, looking around, you looked around as well

You went straight for your bed, it was a big bed, with a green canopy and carved wood. Each bed was placed under a beautifully decorated arch, each with a night stand on each side, and behind it on the wall, a beautiful painting. At the foot of the bed, was your trunk, with your cape and other parts of your uniform placed on top of it. 

You were going to be happy here, you decided. 

Umbra hooted in her cage, looking at you with those fiery eyes, and you knew you were right. 

“She is gorgeous”, muttered Pansy, that was next to you, she too had an owl, but a Barn owl, which looked back at you with those black eyes

“Yours too”, you said with a smile 

You will never see the other common rooms, but you believed this was definitely the coolest and greatest of them all. You looked up to find a round skylight, through which you also could see the beautiful shapes of water drawn on the floor and all over the room.

All the girls were putting her things in place, on their night stands, Pansy was even placing a mirror on the wall 

You had your differences with Pansy, your aunt said you were jealous of her, you thought that was a childish statement, and you told her so, but… you decided she could have a clean slate, she was a part of your family now, and Daphne was right, you as Slytherin witches need to stick together, you were not only roommates, but family

You went to sleep with a big smile on your face, feeling like you felt at home, comfortable, safe, happy and contented 

[smittenbyvillains]

RULES OF THE 30-DAY CHALLENGE

CHARACTERS: Valtor, Palladium, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Captain Hook (OUAT) same with Peter Pan.

CHARACTERS CAN BE PAIRED WITH ANOTHER WITH X READER

No forced things.

Dark themes are allowed.

Each prompt will be at least 300 words.

Don't complain if I don't do yours.

Smut, fluff, and angst are allowed.

Certain characters put together I will not do.

WHEN SUBMITTING A REQUEST DO THE FOLLOW

(characters), (theme or au), (type of context aka smut or fluff or angst, etc.) for example

"I wish for Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, platonic yandere to the reader. Angst for the context please."

[wutheringheathcliff]

Snape asks

1. Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

Snily & Snape X reader from Broken Silnece.

2. What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Black & answer is obvious.

3. Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Scar from Lion King.

4. Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

No. That man loved Lily but if you don't have sex for your entire life, hormones + added stress he experienced could kill you. Not joking.

5. Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

Yes. I don't hc him as a loser with no friends. We know that Snape was fond of Malfoys.

6. If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Latin DUHHH.

7. Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

McGonagall.

8. If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

Slytherin.

9. What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

I think he has a bad habit of not eating, not that he doesn't want to but he forgets bc he's stupid and used to it. He has a sweet tooth and I won't hear any disagreement on this.

10. Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Yes.

11. Your favourite scenes with book/movie! Snape?

The one where he embarrasses the shit out of Lockhart. And also in cos when he's possessive of his job. Mf is so funny.

12. If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

LUNA!!!!!!

13. Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

Well, no. I loved the book Snape at the age of 6. Even if Alan is my favourite actor I only heard him playing Snape at the age of 11.. So.

14. What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

Felix Felixis ?

15. If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Reading, brewing and sometimes smoking.

16. Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

NEVER. I'VE BEEN DEFENDING THAT MAN SINCE FOREVER. I'VE LOST SHIT WHILE DEFENDING HIM!

17. Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Yes. It wasn't something he wanted and the guilt of losing Lily would be a lot too.

18. Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

His nose. So beautiful.

19. According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Being dead.

20. Why do you love Snape so much?

I relate to him.

21. What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Unpopular opinion but he used the memory of Eileen I'm sure. Yes, it could be Lily too. But something about him and Eileen...

22. Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

No.

23. What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

White shirt, black trousers and black pants (pants in British sense).

24. Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

Mhm.

25. Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

As much as I love all of my comfort characters, nobody compares to him

26. What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Classics, mystery, dark romance in a mysterious and tragic way.

27. Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

YES. THAT'S HIS MAMA IDC.

28. Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

Yes. I've dealt with a teacher like him and I'm his fav so.

29. How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

The way it's described in BS tbh.

30. If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

M word marauders.

31. Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

Bipolar disorder, PTSD.

32. If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Umm idk.

33. Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

If I speak...

34. Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

Any Snape x marauders and students (from hp books) tbh.

35. Snapey BROTPs?

Narcissa & Severus. Lucius & Severus. Charity, Aurora & Severus.

36. Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

I think despite his awful ways of taking care of himself he had a strong immune system so... He didn't get sick easily and if he did Poppy used to make him drink soups and shit.

37. Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

His beard ?

38. Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

Gloomy. Not rainy, nor sunny, nor windy or snowy. Just gloomy with dark clouds and slow breeze.

39. How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

... I've thought and none of them are pleasant or happy so.

40. Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Eileen. Dumbledore also, I know we hate him still

41. Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

Soft side obviously.

42. Do you think Snape cried often?

No.

43. What's your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

Pride & Prejudice. Wuthering Heights also.

44. What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

Dunno tbh.

45. Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Bi.

46. Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

N O N E.

47. How many points do you think Snape would've

awarded during his career?

Most to Slytherins ig.

48. Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Yes.

49. Do you prefer tall!Snape or short! Snape?

Tall, I'm not stupid.

50. Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

Hell no.

Snape asks

Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Why do you love Snape so much?

What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

Snapey BROTPs?

Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

Do you think Snape cried often?

What's your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

How many points do you think Snape would've awarded during his career?

Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Do you prefer tall!Snape or short!Snape?

Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

Reblog and let your followers ask more about how you think of Snape :3

[lafleshlumpeater]

platonic!lucius malfoy x reader (romantic remus lupin x reader)

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Me & The Devil P.1 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

Set during Order of the Phoenix to DHP2

Harry Potter Masterlist | Part 2 Here Final Part

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: Everyone has light and dark inside them. That’s what Sirius told Harry that night in Grimmauld Place. It was how one chooses to act that sets the stone of who they are as a person. It’s something Harry has to remind himself when he encounters Sirius’s cousin, the youngest of the Black sisters, Y/n. After 14 years in a cold, dark cell, Y/n’s accepted she no longer believes in angels. And the Devil himself wouldn’t want to cross her

Note: this is part 1 to a 2 part imagine where I had the idea that Sirius had another cousin, Bellatrix & Narcissa's youngest sister who has quite the age gap between them and was forced to become a death eater but has no loyalty to either side since both failed her. Part 2 should be out later this week so i hope you enjoy this!

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The floors of 12, Grimmauld Place creaked beneath Harry’s shoes as he entered the room at the end of the staircase he had been following Hermoine and Ron down. What drew his attention in the first place was the wallpaper. A green based mural branching out in the form of a tree. As Harry got closer he made out the portraits embedded into the wall, as were their names, birthdates and date of death if they’d passed. Some areas were black, covering up the picture seated above the name. 

Harry flinched back upon notice of the house elf, Krecher, nestled inside the room. He mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, then said, “Harry Potter. The boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Friend of mudbloods and blood traitors alike.” Unsure of what to say, Harry just stood looking down at the elf in silence. “My poor mistress--.” A loud voice cut him off.

“Kreacher!” It belonged to Sirius. “That’s enough of your bile.” Waving a finger, he dismissed the elf. “Away with ya!”

Clasping his hands, Krecher lowered his head, “Of course, Master. Kreacher is pleased to serve the Noble House of Black.” He stalked off and away from the two. Passing Sirius on his way out. 

Entering the room, Sirius gave an apologetic look, “Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant--even when I was a boy.” There was a slight pause, “not to me.”

Surprise took over Harry’s face, “Wh-wha-you grew up here?”

“This is my parents' house,” his Godfather explained, “I offered it up to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order.” A hand trailed the edge of the doorway, “About the only useful thing I’ve been able to do.” Dark eyes landed on the mural, seeing it was the object of Harry’s attention, “This is the Black family tree.”

Sirius couldn’t help but land his gaze on the branches depicting his cousins. Andromeda’s was burnt out, much like his. The only cousin he was still fond of. 

Well…..she wouldn’t have been the only one. 

For Narcissa, under her name was Lucius Malfoy, with a branch leading to their only son, Draco. Sirius’s eyes narrowed on the one beside Andromeda’s.

“My deranged cousin,” Harry picked up on the distaste in his tone. Following Sirius’ gaze where it landed on the portrait of a young woman with wild curly hair and high cheekbones. Bellatrix. Beneath her name was Rodolphus Lestrange. “I hated the lot of them.” 

Looking past the next portrait, though Harry caught his posture stiffen when his eyes glazed over it, Sirius maintained his composure. Focusing back on his hateful family, “My parents with their blood mania.” Raising his hand, his fingers brushed over the blackened spot where his face once laid. Sadness laced his voice, “My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman,” his arm dropped back to his side. “I was sixteen.”

Part of him wanted to question his Godfather’s reaction to the portrait, but knew it wasn’t the right moment. He was curious. Especially since the name was unlike the other members of the House of Black. Like Narcissa, she wasn’t named after a celestial body or constellation. 

Frowning, feeling the hurt radiate off Sirius, Harry instead asked, “Where did you go?”

“To your dad’s. I was always welcomed at the Potters,” A small smile curled on Sirius’ lips as he glanced over Harry. Kind eyes the boy had grown accustomed to. “I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike.”

The next few minutes involved Harry confessing to Sirius his connection to Voldemort. Voicing concern of the possibility he was turning into him. Sirius assured Harry he was a good person, who’s had bad things happen to him. Followed by educating the boy on how everyone had their own angels and demons. Light and dark. Good and bad. How the only thing that matters is what part people chose to act on.

The entire time Sirius explained this to Harry, he thought of the portrait behind him. Almost like her painted eyes were boring into the back of his head. Reminding him of how he failed her. Much like everyone else in their family. 

Once good. Turning bad due to the odds against her. 

Maybe there was still some good deep down. Sirius prayed so. But the chances of him ever discovering were about as slim as convincing the Minister Voldermort was back. 

“Sounds like you know from experience,” Harry said aloud, eyes trailing to the portrait behind Sirius. The one he noticed him trying to avoid. Yet managing to show how deeply this relative affected him.

Sighing, the man turned on his heel, staring at the portrait. No longer able to visibly hide his emotion as he read the name Y/n -- 1967.

“My cousin, Y/n,” his tone lacked malice compared to when he spoke of Bellatrix. “The youngest of the Black sisters. My aunt and uncle were shocked to learn they were expecting a fourth child--nearly twelve years after they had Narcissa.” Fingers brushed over her name, smiling softly as memories surfaced in his mind like a film. “Drove her parents wild with her energy. I was eight when she was born, and as I got older she’d follow me around the house. A little shadow if I must say.” Harry heard him chuckle to himself, “one summer I brought her to meet your father and Remus--didn’t tell her mother mind you. I nearly met my end at the hands of Druella’s wand when we returned that night.” It was as clear as if it were yesterday. 

Young 14 year old Sirius with Y/n, aged six at the time, on his hip as they made their way to Diagon Alley to buy sweets she was not allowed to have. She instantly fell in love with James and Remus, as did the boys adore her. She was so different from her older sisters--who had graduated Hogwarts ages ago and were off with their own lives. Meaning the child was alone majority of the time with only the house elves tending to her. Her father worked and her mother did the bare minimum. That’s why Sirius would visit her often. To make sure she was okay. Y/n clinged to Sirius like a puppy. Much like that day where she begged to go with him to meet his friends. She wanted to explore the outside world her parents isolated her from. 

Y/n didn’t display the blood mania her family was known for. And when her parents would preach it, the girl kept her attention on her dolls and drawing pictures with her crayons Sirius had smuggled her. The older cousin prayed she’d never turn out like them. Only he knew with the tensions of a certain Dark Wizard making rounds in London, Sirius feared for Y/n’s safety. And sanity. Especially after overhearing Bellatrix’s plans to begin teaching Y/n the dark arts before she entered Hogwarts.

If only Sirius took her away. Brought her to the safety of the Potters like she wanted. “You can’t leave, Sirius,” she cried, the now eight-year old grasping his pant leg to prevent him from leaving the house. Tears painted her chubby face. It broke his heart to see. “Please don’t leave me here--I-I’m scared of them. P-please, cousin. Take me with you!”

Oh how he wanted to. If he did then he’d save Y/n from her fate. From Bellatrix. From Voldemort. But a kidnapping charge he’d surely receive by taking Y/n Black away from her parents would have Sirius spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.

A reality he’d face years later for a different reason. 

“What happened to her?” Harry’s voice brought him out his thoughts. The man shrugged his shoulders to shake off the tension in his muscles. A frown painted his features.

“She’s serving a life sentence in Azkaban.” It hurt him more to say it out loud. The reality had sunk in. As though it had been a dream the past 14 years. Sirius remembered how his heart dropped when the news spread of Y/n’s imprisonment. Bellatrix’s was no shock. He’d been hoping his deranged cousin would be locked away. 

But his sweet baby cousin who cried when she saw her father yelling at the house elves. That he could’ve never imagined. Even when the headline on the Daily Prophet told him the truth in big, bold letters, ‘Life sentence for 15-year-old Death Eater, Y/n Black. Cousin of notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black and younger sister of Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange.’  Sirius didn’t believe for a second Y/n acted on her own accord.

“She was never like the rest of them,” He told Harry after a moment of silence. Noticing the boy’s worried look, Sirius softly shook his head. “My cousin is a rare case, Harry. A prime example of becoming everything she hated as a result of the circumstances around her. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel regret by not being there for her. Had I been so…,” he pictured what could’ve been, “She’d likely be here with us. The Order.”

Harry pictured it too. Sirius’s tone gives him indication that Sirius still cared for Y/n. Wishing fate had turned out different for her. For both of them. 

Hermoine appeared moments later to announce they had to leave. Sirius ended the conversation with a promise to Harry that when all was over, they’d be a family again. Living in Grimmauld Place in peace. With a hug goodbye, Harry exited the room, but not before catching his Godfather gave one last glance to Y/n’s portrait. 

Crouched in her cell, hands over her ears like they were most days, Y/n shook from the cold wind. Willing the voices in her head to disappear. A constant battle she faced everyday since the chains were first put on her. Some of them were the distant echo of Azkaban's prisoners below. Others she was sure she kept imagining. 

The first two years Y/n cried every day. By the fifth year she stopped reacting to everything around her. Once the tenth year of her sentence passed, only a shell of her remained. Staring at the wall with her hands covering her ears. The same routine. Everyday.

But today was going to be different. The voices were louder than usual. Causing difficulty to keep them at bay.

Suddenly Y/n winced with a light shriek, a burning sensation erupting along her forearm. Gaze dropping down, the ink of where her dark mark laid bolded. The feeling intensified. Y/n didn’t know how to react. Only experiencing numbness at what it meant.

A loud explosion caught her attention on the left side of her cell. Followed by the maniacal laughter of her sister. Rising from her position, Y/n’s bare feet brushed against rocks and freezing water. Rats scurried past as she walked toward where the window of her cell had been. The wind grew stronger with each step, nearly sweeping her off balance. 

When she breached the area responsible for the explosion, Y/n had a clear image of the sky above her. The ocean’s treacherous waves beneath her. And dementors flying rapidly in the distance. There was no stopping the smirk from painting her chapped lips. Her eyes that were normally empty pits of nothing, suddenly emerged with an emotion unable to contain. 

She was free. 

It was the only thing on his mind when he read the paper that morning. Plaguing his thoughts with a newfound fear. Everywhere he went that day Neville saw the headline, “Mass Breakout From Azkaban.” Following the names of the high security prisoners freed from its confines. On the front page below the headline, moving images of two women were enough to have some of the students shivering. Bellatrix, with her wild curly hair, appeared crazed. While the woman in the image beside her was in a state of despair. Neville shuddered when his eyes locked on hers. Y/n Black. 

She couldn’t have appeared older than he was now. Fifteen. 

Curiosity getting the best of him, Neville turned the page to read up more on the sisters. When he got to Y/n, Neville was shocked to learn the girl had been the youngest prisoner in Azkaban in its entire history. Aged fifteen, in her fifth year of Hogwarts. Juveniles were never sent to the hellish institution. Yet, due to the nature of her crimes and association to Voldermort, the Ministry bent laws to lock her up. 

Reading the summary dedicated to her upbringing, Y/n had been sorted into Slytherin House at Hogwarts, skilled in Charms, and is alleged to be an Occulmens. It’s said she failed to return to Hogwarts during what would have been her fifth year. Not long after it was reported Y/n Black had been part of the group to torture esteemed Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to gain information on Voldermort. Alongside her sister, Bellatrix, her brother-in-law, his brother and Barty Crouch Jr. During her arrest and trial, Y/n insisted she’d been forced to use the curse for fear the others would kill her. 

Which was true. Bellatrix made it clear to the young Black what the consequences for stepping out of line would be.

But it wasn’t enough in the Ministry’s eyes. Not when the other Death Eaters, Bellatrix included, testified Y/n had complied with no resistance. And so the first juvenile, the youngest Death Eater, was locked away in Azkaban. The sentence: eternity. 

Now she was free.

Later that day, during DA practice, Neville found himself in front of the mirror showing pictures and news articles relating to their cause. The others saying goodbye and making their way out of the Room of Requirement. Neville, however, remained. His stare on the image of the original Order of the Phoenix. His parents.

Harry came up beside him, neither addressing the other at first. Then, after a moment of silence and confidence, Neville confided in his friend.

“Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange and her sister, Y/n Black, used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. They tortured them for information, but they never gave in.” Looking down at Harry, Neville added after a pause, “I’m quite proud to be their son, but…I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know just yet.”

Harry nodded, understanding what his friend was asking of him. Swearing to secrecy. “We’re gonna make them proud, Neville. That’s a promise.” 

The Hall of Prophecies was dark. Eerie. The only light emitting from the group's wands and orbs lightly glowing in their stands. The group had rushed to the Ministry upon Harry’s vision Sirius had been taken hostage by Voldemort, tortured into telling him where the prophecy was. They were in for a shock when they arrived.

Sirius wasn’t there. Neither was Voldemort. 

It was Neville who alerted the boy of the glass orb dedicated to him. Grasping it in his hand, the voice of Sybil Trelawney echoed through the silence, “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…..and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other  survives….”

“Harry!” he turned to his friends, finding them frozen as they stared at the figure approaching. Harry pushed past, standing in front of the group. The figure was masked by a silver face, cloaked from head to toe. 

A Death Eater.

“Where’s Sirius?” Harry questioned him,his wand raised. 

“You know you really should know how to tell the difference between dreams…..” the man removed his wand from a familiar cane, waving it in front of his face to remove the mask. Revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy. “And reality.” Everyone tensed, anxiety starting to consume them. “You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy.” Harry stood his ground.

“You do anything to us I’ll break it.”

Suddenly a maniacal laugh entered the scene. Intensifying their unease. The shadow of someone behind Lucius coming toward the dim lights. “He knows how to play. Itty. Bitty. Baby. Potter.” The group’s eyes landed on the face of one of the women plastered on every front page of the Daily Prophet. Neville was the first to address her.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.”

“Neville Longbottom, is it?” she mocked with a wicked smile, “How’s mom and dad?” Lucius rolled his eyes at her antics. Neville, however, was enraged. 

“Better now that they’re about to be avenged.” In a split second he lifted his want, hoping to cast a spell on the one responsible for his parents torture. Harry was quick to stop him, just as Bellatrix raised her own wand to defend herself. 

“Now let’s…” Lucius slowly held his hands up. “Everybody just calm down. Shall we?” The group lowered their wands slightly, but not completely. “All we want is that prophecy.” 

“Why did Voldermort need me to come get this?”

“You dare speak his name?” Bellatrix’s eyes widened, appalled by the boy’s courage. “You filthy Half-blood!!”

Again, Lucius attempted to de-escalate the scene, “It’s all right, he’s just a curious lad. Aren’t you?”

Before anyone spoke another word, footsteps from the side filled their ears. “You know what they say about curiosity?” her voice was raspy and void of any emotion. Almost robotic. Harry slowly turned his head, mentally preparing himself to face his Godfather’s youngest cousin. Beside him, Neville paled. Unable to comprehend being in the same room as the Black sisters. It was suffocating.

Y/n Black’s expression matched her tone. Numb. An empty shell was the best description. Not even reacting when Harry pointed his wand in her direction. She simply stalked toward them, finishing her riddle, “It killed the cat. But….something tells me you might be the lucky bastard to live to see it, Harry Potter.” 

“Nice of you to finally join us, Y/n,” Lucius narrowed his eyes, watching her move so she was now in between the duo and group. Harry’s wand merely a few centimeters from her chest. The glowing light illuminating her face. 

Comparing her to the portrait on the Black Family Tree, Harry noticed all the striking differences. Of course, nearly 15 years had passed since Y/n was locked away in Azkaban. Her baby fat completely gone, likely due from the malnourishment prison had to offer. However, unlike her sister Bellatrix and Sirius before them, Y/n did not come across as a walking corpse. Much time hadn’t passed since her escape, yet she looked healthy. Teeth white and hair silky. Nails long and painted black. Skin blemish free save for a tiny scar on her lip. She was strikingly beautiful. 

Harry then remembered reading in the paper that Y/n was skilled in charms. Rumored to have created her own during her time at Hogwarts. She probably had one to alter her appearance. And considering Bellatrix looked rather unsettling, either Y/n did not offer her talent or Bellatrix refused. Judging by Y/n’s reaction to her associates, it was the former. 

She ignored Lucius, answering Harry’s question instead, “Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really.” Her brow raised slightly, “Surely Sirius told you. He’d be foolish not when he knows the Dark Lord desires it.”

Backing away from Harry, Y/n turned on her heel, nudging Lucius with her shoulder causing him to groan. Focusing back on the task at hand, the blonde narrowed his eyes on Harry. “Haven’t you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?” He moved closer, hands still raised. It was then the group noticed more Death Eaters surrounding them. “Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant?”

Bellatrix trailed behind Lucius. Their associates closing in on the students. Meanwhile Y/n stayed behind, not bothering to engage. Harry caught her gaze a few times, noting how disinterested she was by the entire ordeal.

“Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar?” Lucius captured his attention once more. “All the answers are there. In your hand.” Lucius encouraged Harry with a look, “All you have to do is give it to me, and I can show you everything.” 

“I’ve waited fourteen years,” Harry said, aware of the approaching footsteps of the Death Eaters getting louder. Waiting for the perfect moment.

“I know.” 

“I guess I can wait a little longer--Now!!” Simultaneously, the group all shouted, “Stupefy!!” 

After a brief fight against the Death Eaters to escape the Hall of Prophecies, the group found themselves falling to what they thought was their death. At the last second, Hermoine casted Arresto Momentum to slow time for them to safely land, grunting as their bodies met the rock. Scanning their surroundings, Harry spotted an archway with an iridescent glow to it. As he moved closer, voices were heard.  “Voices, can you tell what they're saying?”

Confused, Hermoine replied with what they were all thinking, “There aren’t any voices, Harry. Let’s get out of here.”

“I hear them too,” Luna spoke, staring at the arch in wonder. It was difficult to hear clearly what the voices were saying. But they grew louder with each step.

“Harry,” Hermoine pleaded, “it’s just an empty archway.” In the distance, the group heard the Death Eaters approaching. “Please, Harry.” Harry spun around with his wand raised.

“Get behind me!” They followed his order, ready to confront the oncoming threat. They unfortunately, however, were blindsided when the Death Eaters in their black smokey form attacked from behind. Grunts and gasps left the teens, Harry dropping to the ground, clutching the prophecy in his hand. About 15 seconds passed before he opened his eyes to discover he was alone. 

Dread consumed him, the boy standing to find his friends. He found them several feet away and spaced out. In the hands of Death Eaters. Ginny and Luna to his right, the Weasley girl gripped at the collar by Y/n Black. Neville struggles against Bellatrix Lestrange, Ron and Hermoine manhandled by the Lestrange brothers. A dry chuckle captured Harry’s attention, watching Lucius Malfoy stroll up to where he stood.

“Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough to think….children stood a chance against us?” Lucius made eye contact with the wicked smile of Bellatrix, whereas he met Y/n’s vicious glare. Her hold on Ginny wasn’t as tight as the others, almost like she didn’t view the girl as a threat. 

“I’ll make this simple for you, Potter,” Lucius held out his hand. “Give me the prophecy now….or watch your friends die.” Harry looked at his friends, their frightened gazes making his heart fall to his stomach.

“Don’t give it to him, Harry!” Neville shouts, only to be hushed by Bellatrix, who snaps her wand from his head to his neck forcefully. 

The Boy who Lived draws his eyes to the glowing prophecy. As if to be contemplating his choices, but deep down knew what he had to do. His friends were more important. He couldn’t risk their lives over a tiny orb. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed the object in Lucius’s awaiting one. A satisfied smirk appears on the blonde’s lips. He had succeeded in his mission. 

Or so he thought.

Bright light filled the area, Harry’s eyes widening as he took in the sight of Sirius behind Lucius. Malfoy’s expression turned to one of pure shock, meeting Sirius’s angry one. 

“Get away from my Godson.” And before Lucius could react, he was falling to the ground from the force of Sirius’s right hook. More bright lights entered, members of the Order arriving. Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye. 

In the chaos, the prophecy was thrown from Lucius’ hand, shattering as it hit the ground in a cloud of blue-green smoke. The man was in disbelief, and fear at what consequences awaited him. 

Beyond him, Y/n released her hold on Ginny Weasley, slightly pushing her away causing the girl to stumble off the rocks. At that moment she met Sirius’ eyes for the first time in nearly 20 years. Their last encounter when he ran from home at 16, and Y/n only 8.

She watched the horror appear on his face. Lingering with regret. She could see him fighting with himself on how to react, she too was fighting that battle. Tears threatened to spill from both their eyes, Y/n’s bottom lip quivering. Overwhelmed by the reunion. 

Where they were on opposite sides. 

His expression read, ‘I won’t fight you, cousin,” which was enough for the woman to turn on her heel and drop to the ground. Ignoring Sirius shouting her name, Y/n leaned against the rock, waiting for an opportunity to run. Above her Sirius and Harry were dueling Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange. Bellatrix was being trailed in the air by their niece, Nymphadora Tonks, her diabolical laugh echoing against the walls. 

A curse flew past her, hitting the rock causing Y/n to spin around where she met Lupin’s startled eyes. “Y/n….” the tone of his voice indicated he was surprised to see her. Likely assuming she’d been someone else. The werewolf always had a soft spot for the young Black. Thinking about the times she tagged along with them in Diagon Alley. Or when Sirius brought her to the Potter house and the two played with her in their animagi form to keep her entertained. 

Now here she was with the enemy. A completely different person plagued with darkness. Lupin sighed, laced with despair, “Oh, love…what’ve they done to you?” Somehow that question was enough to send Y/n into a whirlpool of rage. How dare he say those words to her. When the Order had every opportunity to remove her from the Black household. When they could’ve placed her in hiding like James and Lily. Anything, to prevent the Death Eaters from claiming her.

“What you all failed to save me from.” 

Before they knew it the two were dueling. Flashes of light leaving their wands, dodging those sent by the other. Despite Y/n spending half her life in prison with little combat experience under her belt, she was keeping up with Remus quite well. He noted the woman had yet to send a killing curse his way. Come to think of it, it appeared she was avoiding it all together. Unlike her associates who were not shy to use it. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Y/n,” Remus attempted to convince her to yield. Ducking when she shot a curse at his head. 

Scoffing, the woman spat, “Foolish for you to think such, Remus.” Her next attempt to get him away with a curse was more forceful, “I know how this dance between us ends, and I’d rather be sent to hell itself than be chained in Azkaban once more. So either man up and kill me, or turn away so I can get the hell out of here.” 

Remus became conflicted, “You know I can’t do that.” He referred to both options. Not having the strength or heart to kill his best friend's niece whom he once adored. But also not allowing her to escape. 

“Shame then,” she hissed, “I’ll try not to make this hurt.” After much struggle, where Remus had the upper hand in the dool, Y/n managed to send him flying back several feet, taking her chance to run to the nearest doorway. 

“Avada Kedavra!!” Bellatrix’s voice made her feeze, turning around in time to see the green light hit their cousin straight in the chest. 

It was as if time had stopped. All fighting ceased. Y/n heard a loud gasp--a scream, realizing moments later she was the one responsible for it. Hand raising to cover her mouth. Frozen as she watched Sirius fall back into the archway. Disappearing forever.

The silence was then interrupted by Harry’s wails. Held by Remus, he fought against him as though he wanted to join his Godfather. Y/n remained still. Processing what just happened. 

Sirius was dead. Her sister killed him. 

Y/n had to get out of there. No doubt the Aurors were alerted. They’d be arriving any second. 

Witnessing Harry take off after Bellatrix, Y/n met Remus’ eyes. The man silently pleading to her, completely distraught over the death of his best friend. With James and Sirius dead and Peter’s betrayal to Voldemort, he was alone. 

Y/n shook her head, unable to face him any longer. Instead of running into the main lobby of the Department of Ministries, the Death Eater looked up and allowed the black smoke to consume her, flying away from the Order. Her associates followed suit. 

When the Minister and Aurors entered the lobby to the horrifying scene, they understood the future became plagued with an unavoidable truth. 

The night officially marked the beginning of the Second Wizarding War. 

Rain pelted against the ground, falling from the gray clouds painting the sky. Strolling down alleyways of London, three sisters in black were on a mission to locate a certain home. Hiding behind corners whenever cars and people passed by. The one leading the trio was the reason for this side quest. Meanwhile the one falling back voiced opposition. For the youngest in the middle, she was rather bored. Not caring what would come out of this meeting. 

If Y/n were honest, she just hated getting her outfit soaked. 

“Cissy, you can’t do this,” Bellatrix hissed, trailing after her sisters. “He can’t be trusted.”

“The Dark Lord trusts him,” Naricssa rebutted, not sparing her a glance. Y/n simply rolled her eyes.

“The Dark Lord’s mistaken.”

“Shhh,” Y/n interrupted. While she may agree with Bellatrix to some degree, she knew better than to question his judgment aloud. Anyone could be lurking. 

Children’s laughter filled their ears, the sisters leaning against the brick walls until they passed. Once clear, they turned the corner and knocked on the door. Waiting for him to answer. 

Instead of Snape, the trio were greeted by Wormtail--who was visibly surprised to see them on the steps of Snape’s home. Y/n gave one death glare to the man and he immediately opened the door fully to let them inside. Water droplets fell from their coats, Y/n waved her wand to dry herself, feeling satisfied with a low ‘hmm’.

Wormtail escorted them to the library, where Snape sat in a chair reading the Daily Prophet. Folding the paper, the sisters were greeted by his blank stare. “Run along, Wormtail.” With a flick of his wrist Wormtail was pushed out, door slamming in his face. Y/n smirked, overlooking Snape with a raised brow. 

He matched her gaze, the two in silent conversation. Like they each had their secrets the other knew of…

In that moment Y/n thought back to the moment she and Snape reunited after her escape from Azkaban. Neither were fools to the other's facade. Both able to mask it with their talents in both Legilimency and Occlumency. 

“I know your true intentions, Severus. You are not part of his cause anymore and haven’t been for fifteen years. Do not stand there and lie to me, I don’t take kindly to liars.”

“Make no mistake then, Y/n, you also have motives not aligned with the Dark Lord. You do not care who wins this battle, only that your freedom is the outcome. He’d not take kindly to your…..deception.”

“Then I guess this means you and I….have a lot to lose if we are not careful. I’ll say no word. I expect you to do the same.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

Wine was poured, Y/n and Narcissa seated in chairs while Snape and Bellatrix remained standing. The eldest sister pacing along the fireplace. Narcissa was the first to speak, “I-I-I know I am not to be here,” Pausing she shot Y/n a hesitant look, which was ignored. “The Dark Lord, himself, forbade me to speak of this--.”

“If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you are not to speak--but it down, Bella, we mustn’t touch what isn’t ours,” Annoyed, the woman placed the object back on the mantel. Giving Snape a look of, ‘there, happy?’ He turned back to Narcissa, “As it so happens, I’m aware of your situation, Narcissa.”

“You?” Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “The Dark Lord told you.”

Snape briefly glanced at Y/n, “Your sister doubts me.” The woman smirked.

“She doubts everyone,” she felt Bellatrix’s glare, paying no mind. “It’s not personal.” 

“Understandable. Over the years I’ve played my part well--so well I’ve deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.” Y/n sipped her wine to hide the smirk on her face. 

For she knew exactly who he was referring to. 

Unlike Bellatrix who simply snorted. Snape dismissed her remark, “Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.”

Y/n examined her wine, acting like it was the most curious thing in the room. Rather bored by the conversation and Snape’s persistence of convincing her sisters of his motives. Bellatrix obviously had her suspicions. Narcissa, however, took the bait.

“I don’t doubt you, Severus.”

“You should be honored, Cissy,” Bellatrix told her. “As should Draco.” Of course her deranged self would see it that way. 16 year-old Draco tasked with the difficult mission to assassinate Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Punishment for Lucius for failing Voldemort too many times. The most recent being the damn prophecy he was to fetch. 

Y/n couldn’t help but feel smug at the Malfoys predicament. Lucius deserved all he got. And while Narcissa may have been her sister, Y/n harbored enough anger and resentment to not feel sympathy for her. Draco was the only one innocent in the matter. 

Narcissa’s face fell at Bellatrix’s words, pleading to Snape with her eyes, “He’s just a boy.”

“I cannot change the Dark Lord’s mind,” that was true. Nothing could alter Voldermort’s decision once it was made. Snape did have an idea, “But it might be possible for me to help Draco.” 

That was enough for Narcissa. The woman rising from her seat, “Severus--.” She was cut off by Bellatrix.

“Swear to it. Make the unbreakable vow.” She moved toward them, circling Severus as her tone turned to mockery, “It’s just empty words.” Now Narcissa’s face read she wanted the same. Bellatrix continued, “He’ll give it his best, but when it matters most,” her chin rested on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “He’ll just slither back into his hole. Coward,” she ended as she passed him. 

Y/n stared at her associate, watching his reaction carefully. It was obvious the insult poked deep in his core. Though Snape did not let it show. 

“Take out your wand.”

The sisters were pleased. Visibly showing this as they looked at each other. Y/n stood from her chair, moving closer as Narcissa and Snape held each other's wrists. Bellatrix withdrew her wand, allowing the glowing strands to encompass their hands.

“Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco Malfoy as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?”

“I will.”

Water glossed over Narcissa’s eyes, Bellatrix continued, “And will you, to the best of your abilities,” her chin rested this time on Narcissa’s shoulder, the two staring him down like a hawk. Y/n sipped her glass, leaning her head against Narcissa’s other shoulder, smirking slightly at the scene. “Protect him from harm?”

“I will.”

Bellatrix walked so she was directly in front of Snape, “And, if Draco should fail…will you yourself, carry out the deed the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?” The pause was longer, Narcissa practically shaking making Y/n move away. 

Finally, Snape made the last vow, “I will.” 

The glowing strands disappeared, leaving scars on the two. A permanent reminder of the promise made. To protect Draco from harm and finish the job if it came to it. 

Otherwise, the Devil would visit Snape earlier than planned.

[sunnylands-world]

something really angsty like make me sob buttt a happy ending💀💀💀💪🏻💪🏻😘😘

It cuts deep

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter sister reader

Summary: you've lost your only family and the boy you loved may have been the cause…

Word count: 998

Warning: death, slapping, mentions of blood, reader gets depressed, angst to fluff

Universe: Harry Potter

A/n: sorry this took a bit I was trying to figure all of it out 😕 but here it is!! 🤍

It was like a barrier of safety broke, everything you knew was right, comforting was gone and burning at your feet. Your eyes watered, maybe you didn't want to accept it but there it was… he'd killed your only family, your brother, Harry. It hurt More because you got to look into his eyes as he choked on the blood in his throat and you tried to paint the image pretty, see a day where he was smiling on the train and fixing his glasses or winning in quidditch but you couldn't because you could hear him suffering, nearing the end.

The closer he got the more you realized there'd be no more memories. You'd never see him at the table for breakfast or with his friends. There was a hollow in your stomach like it had dropped. The tightness in your throat and the heaviness in your chest as you tried to breathe filled your ears with it and you couldn't hear anything around you. Your body was weakened as someone pulled you from him as he was gone now and you'd shut down completely.

It didn't take long for Draco to appear trying to talk to you. A soft knock came to your door as you stared into the space. You didn't answer. The door opened and he entered looking like he'd just been heartbroken, told he wasn't needed.

"[Name] i-"

"Get out" you say calmly but he tried to push it, when you repeated it you screamed like you were warning someone to run as you stood slamming your fist against his chest tears leaving your eyes like water from a fossiet only you couldn't turn it off, you never had been able to. Your aggression turned soft as he grabbed your wrist.

"I understand your upset but you need to let me explain what happened before you ran in." He says pulling you Into his chest; and as your headrest against him you quickly become enraged again. It felt repulsing, disappointing, being against your brother's killer even more as you remember that night. You pushed yourself from him regretfully, eyes filled with fire and you could burn him to the ground since there was no water to put out the heated flame.

"Explain that you killed him! Left him to bleed in my arms!" You questioned and he didn't respond. you scoffed, tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you nodded in understanding.

"You know what Draco Malfoy, you're no different than your distasteful father. You practically become him. You don't care about anyone's feelings, you hurt people inflicting pain on innocent people for no reason at all. Are you power hungry as well? Want everyone to feel intimidated by you? Well guess what?" You walk towards him whispering in his ear.

"Everyone knows you're a coward who cries in your mother's arms about your problems because you're no man." He reacts to it like he's never done before, slapping you across the face making you stumble backwards holding your cheek. His eyes widen for a second but he shakes his head leaving you. You stay in that room rotting away feeling like life has no purpose. You're close to resembling a skeleton as you ignored the rumble of your tummy, too afraid to Conquer the world, Knowing that if you go out he won't be there.

You haven't left your bed either.

You can't care about hygiene now. You never want to see the light of day again, it feels easier to give up than to deal with anything else. You're not sure how long it's been and your only source of knowledge comes from the light coming through your window and the switch to dark, though sometimes you don't sleep anymore.

Maybe it's been weeks, possibly months but one of the days a knock comes to the door, but like before you don't answer. It opens and Draco comes in, only this time you don't fight him.

He walks to your bathroom and the sound of running water follows him. He's in there for awhile before he comes out taking you from the bed. He places you on the toilet seat pulling your dirty clothes from you. You look dull and almost like you're paralyzed not moving brarly blinking as he puts you in the water. It steamed as your body relaxed. He grabs your body's wash and hair soap, brings them to the side of the tube and takes your place on the toilet.

"I didn't kill your brother," Draco says, pouring the liquid on a cloth.

"I was coming to save him when the others got to him first and I…I ran. after I found him dead I was…was afraid of what you'd think and I'm sorry, I'm sorry for slapping you, I'm sorry for everything I just need you to forgive me please." He said bring the cloth across your back the hot water making you shiver. You didn't know why you would need to hate him if he didn't do it but a part of you wanted someone to blame and have punished for it; But he didn't do anything so he didn't deserve this.

"I forgive you," you whispered. He sighed, massaging the shampoo in your hair as your eyes fluttered.

"I love you and I'd never do anything to hurt you, you know that right?" He asked and you nod inhaling.

"I know, and I'm sorry too, I just- I just didn't know I was so angry after everything I turned my back on everyone" you explained. He places a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade.

"You don't have to explain yourself [name]. I didn't think you hated me otherwise you would have put me out now, but I know you can't resist me. I'm a sexy angel." he teased and you let out a small laugh

"You're the devil." you giggled feeling a bit lighter now that he was here…innocent.

he grinned "I know."

Draco's lovers and requests

@alexxavicry, @sarahthehuffpuff, @supercoffeeblogs, @thatwattpadobsessed, @amyclare04, @kyracanwrite, @animeloverfreak310, @imafangirl22, @phildunphyisadilf, @jac1ndaa

[positivelyruined]

Thank you for the tag, Lady M! @goforth-ladymidnight

Here are my answers!

What should we call you?

You can call me CeCe. 🫶

How long have you been a Tamlin fan?

I’m a latecomer to Pro-Tamlin. I found this group in early March of 2024. My journey with Tam started by reading ACOTAR during the Christmas holidays and just finding a lot of comfort in it — despite that it wasn’t the caliber or style of novel I typically love. I got the spoilers for what happened to Tamlin and was pretty devastated and left floating in a haze until I found some like minded people on Tumblr.

What drew you to Tamlin?

I love a blonde love interest — I do. I am not a tall, dark, and handsome girly. I have always loved a blonde and Tamlin’s heart for others and introverted, yet passion soul really made me enjoy him in a way I hadn’t enjoyed a MMC in a while.

Do you have a favourite headcanon for our Spring Lord?

Tamlin played (and sent!) the music Feyre heard Under the Mountain, and I will die on that hill. This is the same as @goforth-ladymidnight but 100%.

I have a lot of headcanon that I work with, seeing as I stopped reading after the first book; but some of my favorites are just in the little things that bring him happiness.

For me, it’s that he loves ducks. L-O-V-E-S Ducks. Could spend hours with them, ramble about ducks for hours, always carries blueberries in his pockets for his duck friends. They just make him genuinely happy.

Who’s your favourite pairing (platonic or romantic) with Tamlin?

I’m not super out there when it comes to pairings. I’ll fiddle with things on occasion, but most the time I like things to be gentle on my brain and good for the heart. I always want to add positivity wherever I can.

Tamlin x Feyre — obviously, this is my favorite. I’m the second most featured poster in the Feylin tag fairly often, apart from @bookishfeylin. I just love their dynamic and honestly, their messes. Both of them are very broken people in book one and we (readers) never got to see them heal together. I think the protectiveness they have over one another is very special. Having someone go under the mountain for you to face your demons and fight your battles is not an everyday experience. People say that Feyre never loved Tamlin, but she died for him. She killed for him. The only thing she never got to do was live with him.

Lucien x Tamlin. I love these two. Honestly, they are one of my first M x M pairings. Their friendship and devotion to each other being the foundation of ‘something more’ is a sweet idea and I know that no matter who each of them ended up with, a part of each of their hearts would be who they are because of each other.

Tamlin x Nesta. I just have a vibe here. I feel like there is plenty they could bond over and Tamlin would actually help Nesta feel incredibly understood. Meanwhile, Nesta would be a ride or die, much like Lucien.

Briar x Tamlin. This is a barely there ship for me. I mostly (for now) write it for @booksnwriting because it makes me happy when I get these messages just saying, “SQUEEEEE.” It’s fun to be able to see things from someone else’s eyes sometimes and it’s a good growth exercise as a writer. I find them interesting and when written the right way, I think it could be a compelling story. Do I trust SJM to do that at this point? Unfortunately, no.

Have you named Tamlin’s family? What are their names? (Give us your headcanons too!)

Absolutely!

See below:

Tamlin's mother: Adeline. I’ve used this name before for my MMC Mother, once, but I think I must be attached to it as the name of a soft, artistic mother who is loving and dedicated to her son.

Tamlin's father: Casimir. I wanted to give him a name that was like an elegant sneer, a bit of a Lucius Malfoy effect. So, Casimir Hawthorne.

Tamlin's brothers: Teagan and Aldor. In my canon, they are actually his step brothers and had a different mother. I picture some of their hatred of him coming from the fact that their mother was ousted from court (and shortly died a mysterious death) when Casimir found his mate in Adeline.

If you were transported into the Spring Court right now, what would be your role? (Sentry, Gardener, etc.)

I’d like to hope I could have enough space just to heal my body and PTSD. I think Tamlin would understand that. The world needs more gardens, so perhaps I would work with his roses.

While we wait for Tamlin week, do you have any fic recommendations?

Yes — of course, I’m trying to get better at participating in other’s fic and leave them the same top tier comments and encouragement which they’ve been so kind to give me.

I would probably suggest The Tragedy of Spring (Feylin) by @sad-scarred-sassy and Bloom (Neslin) by @praetorqueenreyna

There are many talented people in this fandom and I’m so glad they all follow their hearts. You really can't go wrong when doing that. Much love to all! 🫶

In the coming months, weeks and days leading up to Tamlin Week, we'll be dropping some fun community activities. Feel free to participate as much or as little as you like!

Now that we've got the prompts out of the way, it's time to get to the heart of Tamlin Week. Everyone knows our High Lord Tamlin, and you’ve met our mods, but it’s time to meet you!

Introduce yourself through the questions below, and if you know someone who’d like to participate in Tamlin week, feel free to tag them.

What should we call you? How long have you been a Tamlin fan? What drew you to Tamlin? Do you have a favourite headcanon for our Spring Lord? Who’s your favourite pairing (platonic or romantic) with Tamlin? Have you named Tamlin’s family? What are their names? (Give us your headcanons too!) If you were transported into the Spring Court right now, what would be your role? (Sentry, Gardener, etc.) While we wait for Tamlin week, do you have any fic recommendations?

Tags: (add your friends here!)

We encourage you to check the notes to say hi to old friends, and welcome new names to our community!

[book-place]

Save Your Tears

Warnings: cursing, implied violence, crying, let me know if I missed any :)

Parings: James Potter x reader platonic

Request: Hello!! Congratulations on catching up on your requests! That’s amazing! I’ve loved everything you’ve written and thank you again for doing my previous requests!! Could I get a James Potter x best friend reader with the dialogue prompt 20 and 33? Just something really sweet but angsty and fluffy? Thank you! And it’s alright if you don’t have time 🥰

Requested by: @luminouslywriting

Summary: You weren’t able to defend yourself against them all

A/N: The bolded words are the dialogue prompts

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Many things came with being best friends with James Fleamont Potter.

One of them was headaches. Lots of them. Either from his booming voice during breakfast, or his angry shouts as he watched another team cheat in quidditch.

Another thing that it brought was stress. Stress from the constant fear of him doing something dangerous, the stress for him right before a match, or the amount of stress you got when you would try to force him to do his homework.

But there were also good things that came with being his best friend. Even more of them.

How every day would be a new adventure for you. Whether it be exploring a new secret passage, or sneaking off to Honeydukes in the middle of the night.

Talking about anything you want- anything you were feeling- without the fear of judgment was also a bonus that did not come with some of your other friendships.

Then there were the little things. Him going out of his way to make sure you had eaten, giving you his jumper if you were even slightly chilly, patiently helping you with your homework whenever need be, and even gently brushing your hair for you if you were feeling too tired to do it yourself.

And of course, his undying loyalty, support, and fierce protectiveness that he had for you, just as he had for all his friends.

Obviously the two of you had other friends- mainly Sirius, Remus, and Peter- but you two were clearly closer than all the others. You always had been.

“Oi! L/n!” A voice screeched from behind you, and you couldn’t help but inwardly groan. You really didn’t need this today.

Already, you had overslept and been late to alchemy- the one class you didn’t have with James- and then realized that you didn’t do the homework and had left your wand in your dorm by accident. Needless to say, your teacher wasn’t very happy with you, therefore putting you in a miserable mood.

After a very long class, you were finally on your way to the library, where you promised your friends you would meet them for your free period.

Putting on a brave face, you turned on your heel and gave a mocking smile to Bellatrix Lestrange, “To what do I owe the pleasure, Belly?” You teased, knowing how to get under her skin.

A sneer immediately took over her malicious smirk and she growled- yes, physically growled- a little bit, “Listen here, bitch.” She snapped impatiently, “I for one am sick and tired of you and these so called friends of yours thinking Slytherins are perfect targets for your childish pranks.” The deadly smirk returned, “What do you think, boys?”

For the first time in the encounter, a flicker of fear sparked through your chest as you glanced out the corner of your eye to see Severus, Lucius, and Mulicber all menacingly step out of the shadows with dangerous grins.

Your hand subconsciously flew to your pocket, only to inwardly curse yourself for forgetting it on your bed in your rush to get to class that morning.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind getting out of this situation by using your fists, but there were too many of them.

But if there was one thing that you learned in all those years of being friends with Prongs- besides the quick witted comebacks- it was how to keep your cool in bad situations.

“What are we having a party, or something?” You asked with a grin, smoothly nodding to the newcomers in greeting.

“Or something.” Malfoy smirked, his platinum hair making him look like a muggle disco ball in that lighting.

You were about to say so, but Severus just had to open his big mouth before you could, “Look at her, not so tough without those friends of hers… or her wand.”

You stilled at the last part. How had he known?

But thanks to James, you just kept your smirk, and even leaned against a close by wall, “Aww, Snivey. You should know by now that I don’t need my friends… or my wand.”

He turned red from the nickname. A mixture of anger and embarrassment, no doubt.

“Shut your mouth, bitch.” Mulicber snarled, staring down his nose at you.

You threw your head in his direction and flashed a large grin, “Or what?”

“Or we’re just gonna have to teach you a lesson.” Malfoys smirk was as large as his brain was small.

That was when the second spark of fear flashed through your heart. You had no way to defend yourself, you were down some random corridor during class time, nobody could help you. You couldn’t even help yourself.

You acted as if a yawn escaped from you, and though it was very fake, you hoped it was enough to make the group hesitate. Possibly stall them enough for someone to come wandering down the hallway to help you.

It appeared that your prayers had been answered, plus more, when a set of footsteps echoed down the corridor, and James walked into view.

You had never been happier to see the bloody idiot in your whole life.

His eyebrows immediately furrowed at the sight of all the Slytherins that surrounded you, and your lack of wand, but full confidence that he knew right away to be fake.

“Oi!” He snapped, startling the ever advancing group, “Why don’t you gits pick on someone who could actually fight back at the moment?”

When he pulled out his wand, you could have sworn that the temperature dropped about twenty degrees, and the colors on all their faces turned whiter than snow.

They all took scrambling steps back before running down the hallway, knowing that they had just gotten on the wrong side of James Potter, the one that even Satan feared. The one that was willing to do anything to protect those he loved.

Once they were gone, he immediately shoved his wand back into his pocket and rushed over to you, features softening completely.

“Hey, hey, are you alright?” His voice held such concern that you could have started bawling then and there, but you didn’t.

You just grinned, though it was far less convincing than before, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be, Jay?”

A frown tugged on the corner of his lips and he put a gentle hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. You know that, right?”

That became too much for you. Your bottom lip trembled for about a second before a full on sob escaped your lips and tears began spilling from your eyes.

“Oh, n/n,” He sighed, quickly pulling you to his chest and rubbing your back up and down, “Sh, sh, it’s okay. Hey, don’t you cry on me. They don’t deserve your tears, okay? I promise you, they don’t.”

You let out a sniffle, nodding against the fabric of his shirt, taking in the comforting and familiar scent of your best friend.

“I promise you, it’s going to be okay.” He said gently, eyes glistening with a dangerous glint that promised trouble for those that hurt you.

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙‍♀️- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell

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