#narcissa pls marry me

[cl0wnstuff]

harry obeying narcissa’s mother's gaze THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER READ 😭

narcissa, do u do weddings? as the bride,,,,

the sacrifice arc: “comes out of darkness morning” by lightning on the wave, on ff.net

[lienspien]

☆ Iska. He/they. 18. Cismale. Omnisexual. June 16. Gemini sun, Pisces moon, Gemini rising. Ravenclaw. Indonesian. Mostly talk abt Marauders. Sirius Black & Evan Rosier kinnie. Multishipper. Loves all things about geography.

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Marauders ships: wolfstar, rosechaser, starchaser, prongsfoot, bitchkiller, rosekiller, moonwater, sunkiller, quillkiller, bartylus, xenodora, pandalily, jily, marylily, marylene, dorlene, dorlily, lucissa, peter x benjy, alice x narcissa, narcissa x lily, andromeda x tonks, dorcas x peter, dorcas x james, mary x emmeline, barty x mary, emmeline x marlene, pandora x regulus, pandora x barty, remus x james, peter x james, peter x barty, and et cetera. (Guys I like all ships as long as its not problematic or poly)

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We have 40 wonderful double drabbles gifted as part of the exchange!! All works are 200 words exactly. More treats coming soon!

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1. Girls' Night Out by Amazuppai for beeprescott [Hermione/Tonks, T]

Tonks helps Hermione with her makeup in preparation for a night of post-divorce clubbing.

2. With you, awake in slumber by @apricitydays-lazynights for Elvira_Kamgut [Narcissa/Mrs Zabini, M]

Living a picture perfect life, Narcissa only truly awakens in her dreams

3. in bloom by beeprescott for @herochicklyrrie007 [Luna/Pansy, G]

a sliver of a fairytale AU featuring Pansy and Luna

4. the best laid plans by @nanneramma for @sortofshea [Pansy/Ginny, G]

Ginny and Pansy plot, scheme, and fall in love along the way.

5. A Rap on the Knuckles by @cntrl15 for @lumosatnight [Pomona/Dolores, M]

Dolores can be a terrible bully to the Hufflepuff girls. Professor Sprout believes in traditional punishment. Or, The Many Uses of Skele-Gro.

6. lifeline by @unwoundcorridors for @storyof-eden [Hermione/Narcissa, T]

Narcissa finds her at her worst.

7. Acceptance by @daydreamingfoxglove for dykevader [Hermione/Pansy, E]

After two years of radio silence since Pansy came out as trans, her mother invites her, and long time girlfriend, Hermione, to tea.

8. The Tangles by dykevader for @megowaffle [Luna/Pansy, G]

Luna's been working non-stop, and Pansy is sick of it.

9. The Pianist!? by el_i for @snarkygranger1-blog [Bellatrix/Narcissa, M]

Bellatrix and Narcissa Black, fresh faced and in their early 20s, go to a concert where a wixen band is headlining. The synth player? None other than Lucius Malfoy.

10. Found Somewhere in Time by Elvira_Kamgut for sky_watcher_rose [Minerva/Rowena, G]

Time travelling lesbians

11. the escape of a soulmate by @fantasyborn for Marenke [Astoria/Daphne, T]

“We’ll run away together. Then no one has to marry a stinky boy.”

12. Love Is a Dress That You Made by @hawksquill for @sliebman10 [Fleur/Tonks, M]

Fleur and Tonks share a tender moment after a night out.

13. Her New Favorite Subject by @hermioneclone for @ultramarineorchid [Augusta/Minerva, G]

Or, the real reason Augusta wanted Neville to stick with Transfiguration over Charms.

14. Knew Each Other Perfectly by @herochicklyrrie007 for @picklesonjupiter [Narcissa/Flora, G]

Narcissa and Flora go shopping for engagement rings

15. The Fertility Ritual by @iseliljathedreamer for @schmem14 [Narcissa/Molly, E]

They have tried, and tried, and tried, but Lucius is yet to bless Narcissa with a child. Desperate, she seeks help to perform the strongest of dark fertility rituals, never considering who might be performing it.

16. come to dinner by lady_in_black_ao3 for @daydreamingfoxglove [Hermione/Luna/Ginny, G]

Ginny ran into Hermione and got a chance to ask her, one more time.

17. Perfection by @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen for @nanneramma [Bellatrix/Morgana, Walburga/Morgana, M]

Morgana has been searching for the right vessel for some time now.

18. A Welcome Distraction by @lilacsintherain for @iseliljathedreamer [Minerva/Poppy, T]

The hospital wing keeps Poppy Polfrey busy. She allows only one person to be a distraction.

19. Friday. Again. by @lumosatnight for Amazuppai [Hermione/Padma, G]

Of all the people to be stuck in a time loop with, it had to be Hermione Granger.

20. catch your breath by Marenke for DrPansyParkinson [Astoria/Pansy, M]

Astoria’s golden hair fanned in the water as she floated idly in the pool.

21. Just Another Late Night Pool Party by @meggowaffle for @sugareey-makes-stuff [Hermione/Pansy, T]

The party is over, but Hermione and Pansy won't be leaving for a while.

22. Pick Me Up by @mugsdontlie for the_prettiest_w0lf_star [Narcissa/Lily, G]

"pick me up after work pls?"

23. I'd like that by multiimoments for @apricitydays-lazynights [Pansy/Ginny, G]

Pansy runs into her crush while holidaying in Italy. Panic and cuteness ensue.

24. in the red by @nanneramma for Silkbuggy [Alice/Narcissa, T]

Alice wants her. She wants her so much.

25. Melt by nocturn for @lilacsintherain [Daphne/Ginny, T]

She knew Ginny would be here. She’s always here when Daphne is.

26. My Dahlia Bathed in Possession by @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad for @cntrl15 [Fleur/Bellatrix, M]

Bellatrix pays a visit to her pet.

27. F*ck the World by @schmem14 for @nihilisticnomad [Fleur/Hermione, T]

Their Ministry-mandated marriage should feel like a slap in the face, but Fleur and Hermione are determined to make the best of it.

28. Back-Up Plans by shewritesmaybe for lady_in_black_ao3 [Hermione/Astoria, G]

It's the day of Draco and Astoria's wedding, but he loves Harry and she loves Hermione. Who else can fix it but the Golden Girl?

29. Bright by Silkbuggy for @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad [Bellatrix/Lily, M]

Bellatrix found a new pet.

30. Soft like a Secret by @apricitydays-lazynights for shewritesmaybe [Hermione/Pansy, M]

What comes after is Hermione's favorite part.

31. Adventurous by sky_watcher_rose for @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen [Druella/Minerva, G]

Minerva knows the woman sitting in the ice cream shop, and she wants to see her again…badly enough that she's willing to risk eating bacon flavour ice cream.

32. Biker Bitches by @sliebman10 for nocturn [Fleur/Tonks, T]

Fleur and Tonks hit the road again after they take care of their latest kill.

33. Devilish Fun by @snarkygranger1-blog for @hermioneclone [Pomona/Eileen/Petunia, E]

Pomona and Eileen accelerated Petunia's love of plants to another level.

34. Rapture by @sortofshea for @mugsdontlie [Padma/Parvati, E]

The twins spend an early summer morning in bed.

35. An Astute Observation by @storyof-eden for @miss-grimwood [Hermione/Bellatrix, Narcissa/Ginny, T]

Bellatrix and Narcissa tease each other for being in relationships with younger women.

36. Sentiment by @sugareey-makes-stuff for @hawksquill [Luna/Ginny, T]

Luna receives a special delivery from Ginny.

37. Through Adversity by @picklesonjupiter for multiimoments [Mary/Marlene, G]

Friends support each other through adversity, with budding romance emerging.

38. Weddings suck until they don't by Starfuckers_Inc (the_prettiest_w0lf_star) for el_i [Bellatrix/Narcissa, E]

Narcissa came back to her hometown for her father's fifth wedding.

39. Inexplicably Resolute by @ultramarineorchid for @unwoundcorridors [Hermione/Narcissa, G]

Narcissa wants nothing more than for Hermione to leave. Hermione never was particularly good at doing what other people want.

40. Piece by @lumosatnight for @fantasyborn [Daphne/Romilda, Cho/Romilda, Romilda/Ginny, M]

Everyone loves Romilda; no one ever questions why.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 30

chapter 49:

1. jegulus jumpscare (it’s a dream i wasn’t expecting)

2. shit. the dream is about their wedding plans. i- i can’t do this shit while reg is in the arena

3. shit it’s raining and i know reg can’t handle it because of the last crimson river/arena

4. god, sirius wakes up to the rain and his first thought it to go save regulus

5. “"Lily, have you been using sex for favors?"

"No." Lily pauses, then snorts. "Well, alright, so this is how it works, yeah? I'm already having sex, and then I'm like, say, look at you all laid out and desperate to give me what I want; don't you want to do this very small, very simple thing for me? And then they mostly always say yes, and they get what they want, all while I'm having a grand time and also getting what I want. See? Win-win.””

😭😭😭 i love her your honor

6. “”I cannot believe that this revolution is partially running on your competency in sex."

"Oh, if only it could fully run on that. Everything would go so smoothly. Shit, we'd win the war in, like, a week.""

😭😭😭💍♥️ marry me please

7. “”I keep telling [Effie] I know exactly how to make her feel better, but she insists she's a married woman, and also far too old for me. Disappointing, really.”” 😭😭😭

8. james confronting lucius has me scared for remus. like, i know they can’t trace it back to remus, but i’m so scared

9. james is pissed at the world and it’s honestly scary

10. i know james is trying to use donations, but i’m also aware that riddle wants to make sure no donations make it to reg, sirius, or marlene

11. “"Aw, your boyfriend sent you a present," Rabastan teases, his tone lighthearted and good-natured.

"Fiancé," Regulus corrects sharply”

GAGGED. he took james’ words and fucking ran with it like nobody’s business

12. not narcissa welcoming james to the family 😭😭😭😭

13. james sent him a bagel and all the death eaters are making fun of him for being gay over it 😭😭

14. all james sent on the card was “???” 😭😭 pls that’s so funny

15. poor eli

16. the sad bonding over marlene and sirius having recovered from drinking problems

17. don’t tell me that the fucking crimson river hands are coming out the hedges. i- god i hope reg gets to personally witness riddle’s downfall

18. AND THE FUCKING GREEN MIST??? FUCK THIS

19. “You never truly do feel as alive as when death is breathing down your neck.”

oh he’s insane as hell. a black for sure

20. shit. sirius’ mind just went blank in the maze

21. the hallow is cruel beyond belief for this

22. “He has had dreams of Regulus, ah, using his dagger during…intimate moments, but is that something he'd actually do? Well… Okay, bad example.” 😭😭😭😭

23. james was so close to an epiphany about mcgonnagal making everyone hate the games. he was so close

24. “Thorfinn said he'd have to be killed to be stopped from going after Sirius, even though Regulus explicitly told him what he'd do about that, and so Regulus killed him. Newton's third law: for every action in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

bitch do not pull physics into this 😭😭

also that means that sir isaac newton existed in this universe, which if we see this as a future for our universe, it means that homophobia was prevalent at one point and the world straight up just eradicated it. 🤷🏽‍♀️ pro for this universe ig

25. “When he lifts his head, the first thing Regulus sees is his brother.

The second thing he sees is Sirius' fist, just the flash of it, just seconds before it collides with the side of his face.”

he had it coming fr

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

see i think Druella and Cygnus were like. Not awful to each other but like. In a trauma bonded from child marriage way. Not in a “we’re actually in love way.” And also Druella has the hots for Walburga and Abraxas & Cygnus has had affairs with too many women too count. but they are like allies and they move to France as soon as Narcissa gets married off

what is your Druella-Cygnus dynamic

dude i LOVE YOU i litr wanted to talk abt them sb also youre so right. druella is so down bad for walburga and walburga's like "im so glad i finally have someone to talk to, you're like a sister to me <33" and druella's sitting in a silk slip wine glass in hand like haha yeah definitely (im going to kill myself) !! (druella eats walburga out platonically though). also abraxas and alphard definitelyyy fucked

so like druella and cygnus right. childhood friends since they were born within the month of each other and were always told how they'd be married and have kids,, only they ended up having a kid veryyy early. when they were THIRTEEN. they were very banter-y, prince and princess, power couple, i-hate-you-but-like-i-actually-don't, i'll-spend-the-last-bits-of-my-allowance-on-you teen romancey yk and now druella's PREGNANTT. and it's. okay. they'd only been fucking around with from what they'd been abraxas and the others do and things just escalated and well,,, sex ed wasn't the best at hogwarts ...

umm so like their whole dynamic changed and they fought all the time and druella hatedd cygnus because she had to be pulled out of hogwarts for months at a time and they had to get engaged but when bella was due cygnus did a whole romantic gesture and was like i love you druella pls and druella knew she was going to be engaged to him anyway so she let him spend some more money on her and then forgave him. andromeda was also an accident (conceived on their wedding night) ,, speaking of weddings walburga was SO jealous because she was in her twenties and unmarried and her FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BROTHER ?? WAS GETTING MARRIED ?? and druella was like omg she's jealous bc she's the one who doesn't have me 🥰🥰 like their whole wedding ceremony she was dreaming of having sex with walburga and cygnus was okay with it because he also dreams of having sex with walburga . when narcissa's born i think they're out of hogwarts ?? im bad at math but like umm yeah. they had a breeding kink btw should be mentioned. bad relationship with sex, too. but like yeah, once they were out of hogwarts they settled in france with their kids (bella and andie were w walburga/grandparents, before) and finally went back to a banter-y dynamic because they weren't constantly fucking fighting and then they came to england (they tried to live with walburga till she kicked them out) (or scared them when she went into one of her episodes) (obligatory bipolar walburga black mention) . uumumummumumumummmmmmmmmm idk if this is dynamic relate-y i just wanted to yap abt them

[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twelve

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

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Chapter Twelve: What He Wants

Draco told you to please wait in the Astronomy tower for him. He wouldn't be long. He knows it late, but he insists you go. With Astoria on his tail, he marches towards the Slytherin common room and down the corridor to his dorm, swinging the door open to be met with the face of his mother. She's as glamorous as ever, perched on the end of his bed.

"My, my," she tuts, getting up and sauntering over to him, "what on earth happened to you."

"Quidditch," Draco states plainly, "I was having fun, mother."

"I did ask him to change, Mrs Malfoy," Astoria pipes up from behind Draco, her eyes sliding to spot the brown-haired girl, "but he just came straight here-"

"You can go, Astoria." Draco interrupts her abruptly, and she shrinks back, Narcissa giving her a nod of approval. The girl hurries off, leaving the mother and son alone. Draco slams the door behind him and moves to stand in the centre of the room.

"What do I owe the pleasure, mother," he forces a smile. She knows its insincere.

"I never received a reply from you," she says, "you must have gotten my letter by now."

Narcissa then spots the open parchment on Draco's desk. His starts to fumble with his hands awkwardly, something he had done since he was a child.

"I intended to write back," he explained, not making eye contact with her now. Narcissa just smiles.

"All I wanted to know was how your lunch went," she asks, closing the gap between them and wiping a speck of mud off his cheek with her handkerchief. Draco swallows the lump in his throat.

"It was pleasant," he said, "Astoria is a nice girl."

"Are you seeing her again?" said Narcissa, working the handkerchief around his face.

"I don't believe so," Draco mumbles quietly. His mother's movements freeze.

"And why would that be?" she said, moving away from him and disposing of the handkerchief.

"Like I said before, I don't really see her that way-"

"And like I have said before, this is not about feelings," Narcissa snaps, cutting Draco off immediately, "you understand that your father and I want what is best for you. This is best for you, a nice, pureblood girl that you can marry and have children with. For the family's sake."

"What about my sake?" Draco raises his voice, "don't you care about how I feel? I want to love my wife, mother. I don't want to marry based on some outdated family rule."

"You can learn to love someone, Draco," Narcissa says, very matter of fact, "in this family, a pureblood marries a pureblood. That's just how it is."

"If you're so stuck on that, then why make amends with Aunt Andromeda?" Draco questions bitterly. Narcissa inhales sharply, her face contorting into one of utter displeasure.

"Andromeda is the only sister I have left," Narcissa points out, "she made her decision, and I think she suffered quite enough. I don't want you to be shunned, Draco."

He wants to argue with her. He wants to yell about how frustrating it is to have a life planned for him. But then he realises, his mother already knows that, because the same happened to her. Draco always liked to believe his parents loved each other, but as he's getting older, he wasn't so sure how to see their marriage anymore.

"I just want some control over who I end up with," he said honestly, "that's all I'm asking."

"You have one more school year left," Narcissa says softly, giving her son that sympathetic look she always did when he was a kid, "it's going to be harder to meet someone outside of this place. I just want to help you, Draco."

He nods, reluctantly, because he's so tired of arguing with her. He's so tired of feeling powerless about his own future, mad that time is against him, and angry that the one girl he feels affection for isn't what his mother wants for him.

"I'll be in touch," his mother cups his cheek, "and I'm glad you're playing Quidditch again. I know you missed it."

She offers one last comforting smile, before heading towards the door. Draco can't hold the question in any longer.

"If I wanted to be with a girl that wasn't pureblood," he challenges, her back facing him now, "would you and father resent me?"

Narcissa's fist tightens around the door handle.

"Are you asking me this because it's relevant?" Her voice is low. Draco's palms begin to sweat.

"No," he lies, "it was just a question."

"We could never feel that way towards you, Draco," his mother says, "but you don't need me to explain what kind of reception you would receive," the door clicks open, "I won't tell your father, but if that is the case, I suggest you nip it in the bud immediately."

The door shuts, and a surge of anger erupts in Draco. He kicks the bedframe with force, falling back on the bed with a frustrated groan. His mind floods with the image of your lips touching, and Draco knows what he wants. He wants to march up to that Astronomy tower and pull you in, he wants to tell you that you're beautiful and run his hands through your hair. He wants to touch you. He wants so many things, and yet it all seems out of reach. He could scream, cry and tear this room to pieces but all he does is lay there, thinking. It was only a matter of time until his parents destroy the paradise you had created.

He sits up, stomach swirling. He thinks he might throw up, but trudges to the door anyway. Draco's hand grips the door handle, as he prepares to destroy it before they get the chance.

The air was getting bone-chillingly cold up in the Astronomy tower, but you weren't leaving until you saw him. You were worried, his face was a look of pure horror. Were his parents really that bad? Back when you were brewing potions, he was always so evasive when it came to his family. He'd told you bits and pieces, but the bigger picture was always left out, and it left you wondering why Draco was so dismissive about them. From what you had seen of his parents, they were intimidating, even from a distance. All you really knew of them was bad press. Deep in thought, you look out across the grounds. You think about the times you've spent up here together, playing chess, talking, drinking. How you held hands, comforted each other, and watched the Thestrals rise from the trees in the distance. Above everything else, Draco was a friend. A friend who you would give your heart to in a second. If only he had kissed you, if only he could have stayed long enough to complete such a perfect moment.

That's just how things seemed to be between the two of you.

Unfinished.

The door below opens and shuts, and your heart leaps. His footsteps race up the staircase, and with each thud your heart beats faster. Then he's standing there, at the top of the stairs, clean and breathless.

"Draco," you say quickly, rushing over to him, "what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he says, but he doesn't seem fine at all.

He looks tense, and his body seems ridgid.

"You don't seem it," you press gently, "tell me what's going on."

He can't stand the way you're looking at him, like he's something worth caring about. He's not. Draco doesn't even have the freedom to care about something, not when his parents can take it away without a second thought. Then he takes your hands in his, gripping onto you for dear life. His thumbs brush over your knuckles, and his attention is on your intertwined fingers.

"I had full intentions of rushing back here to kiss you," he begins, and your heart soars a little at the confession, "because I really wanted to. I mean that."

"Then why don't you," you say, shamelessly, eyes frantically searching him, "I want that too."

Fuck, he thinks, why is this happening?

"Because I can't," he admits bitterly, "as much as I want to ignore the truth, I just can't anymore. My parents won't allow this, us. They'll hurt you. I can't put you through that."

You weren't stupid. You were aware of your bloodline, it had been in the back of your mind for a while. Draco was a pureblood, from a powerful pureblood family. It was true you had fell for him, but reality was soon going to burn down your little safe haven.

"I understand," you take in a shaky breath, and his pained expression meets yours, "as much as it hurts, I understand, Draco. You belong with someone like Astoria."

Draco lets out a noise, somewhere between disgust and disbelief, and takes your face in his hands. He was clearly unhappy with that, and like a switch he was looking at you with such fury you felt shaken.

"I need you to listen to me, alright?" he says in a dangerously low tone, "I only went out with Astoria because my mother wanted me to, not because I wanted to. I spent the entire time thinking about you. Astoria might be a pureblood, but she doesn't make me feel the way you do. Got that?"

All you can do is nod. He was so passionate, such fury and rage in his face. Then he presses his forehead to yours, both pairs of eyes closing simultaneously.

"You make me feel like there's something left to fight for," he whispers to you, and you can't help the tear that trickles down your cheek, "you're the best friend I've ever had. I can't lose you because of this."

"I don't want to lose you either," you mutter, "I'd rather be your friend forever if it means still having you in my life."

He smiles to himself, and thanks Merlin someone bought you to him.

"Good," he says, trying to lighten the mood, "'cos who else am I going to cry in front of?"

You giggle then, but it's not joyful. It's full of tears. He opens his eyes into yours, and for a moment time stands still. Life is a cruel, cruel mistress. Here you were, eyes glistening and looking into his, and he feels peace. Peace, tranquility and pain all at the time same. He brushes his thumb across your cheek.

"Friends forever, yeah?" he whispers, and another droplet falls from your eye. He wipes it away, in hopes you don't have to shed another one because of him ever again.

"Yeah," you agree, smiling at him through the tears, and his heart sinks lower, and lower, "forever."

Draco walked you back to your tower that night, most of the journey drowned in silence. You were failing to see how this relationship could continue knowing what you do now. Knowing that his feelings were mutual, with the constant vision of you almost kissing out in the rain like one of those muggle movies you love. Every time you chanced a glance at him in the dark corridors, that moment came back to you, and how it lived and died all in the same night.

The rest of the week came and went, dragging on like feet through mud. Monday night was burned into your mind, as it was Draco's, and your weekly visits to the Astronomy tower were a lot different. There were more silences, with small talk filling in the gaps when you had finished talking about your day. You had resorted to working on homework together, something that felt more familiar in the absence of conversation, and when the night was done you parted ways with no physical contact. No hugs. No hand holding. One night and everything had changed. Maybe this is why Draco avoids his parents so much. Things always change with them around. Hermione, of course, had noticed the switch in your mood, from how you poked and prodded at your lunch to the way you stared into space during class. So, as she usually did, she bought it up during your walk on Friday night.

"So, want to talk about what's bugging you?"

"Huh?" you sound, looking up from your feet to see she's walking backwards up the path, "I don't know what you mean."

"Of course you don't," she rolls her eyes playfully, spinning back to join you at your side, "is it Malfoy again? He seems to be the reason for everything nowadays."

"He is not," you protest lightly, "other things can bug me too, you know."

"Like what?"

"Like Slughorn's wonky hat," you say dramatically, "or the way the desks aren't perfectly aligned in the Dark Arts classroom, or how the ink always runs out on the last sentence."

Hermione stifles a laugh by pursing her lips together.

"You're right, all of those things are equally as annoying," she agrees, "but I don't believe any of them are enough to spend a week worrying."

You stop walking, taking in a deep breath of the fresh forest air. Hermione stops just before you.

"We almost kissed," you say deflatedly, and Hermione's eyebrows raise, "out on the Quidditch pitch, in the pouring rain, and it would have been incredible."

"Go on," she prompts, crossing her arms.

"Then his mother shows up, but even better, Astoria arrives to collect him," you explain, gesturing wildly with your hands as your voice becomes more agitated, "and then I'm waiting up in the Astronomy tower like an idiot, just for him to say sorry, shouldn't have done that, my mother wants me to marry a pureblood."

Hermione is looking at you like you're a crazy person.

"Okay, say that again, but slower."

You sigh and take a seat on a nearby log. She joins you, giving you time to collect yourself.

"He said he wanted to kiss me, but he couldn't," you replay the night in your mind again, "because his parents won't approve of our relationship. They want him to be with a pureblood witch. Not some imposter like me."

"But that's absurd," Hermione laughs in disbelief, "didn't we just face a war because of those same ideals? Honestly, where do these people get off."

"I want to say it hasn't changed anything," you mutter, eyes fixed on the leaves rustling in the cool wind, "but I'm afraid it's changed everything."

"And what about Astoria?"

"He only went along with it to please his mother," you tell her, "I cried about it, we hugged it out and he walked me back to my dorm. So, all in all, the guy I like feels the same, but his mummy doesn't like me. That's my love story."

Hermione huffs as her eyes follow your line of vision. She too looks up at the huge trees and rustling leaves. It's just the two of you, sitting on a log in the middle of a huge forest. For a second you feel at peace, with your best friend and the sound of the world around you, but there's no denying how utterly disappointed you are.

"I think Malfoy has a lot to deal with at home," Hermione says eventually, "and in some ways I sympathise with him. Imagine having no control over your own life. It's truly tragic."

She really must feel for you, because Hermione is rarely sympathetic towards Draco.

"At least I know he feels the same," you try and look at it from a positive point of view but fail miserably, "although the desires of his parents stop us from actually being together."

"You've still been meeting him though, haven't you?" Hermione questions thoughtfully, "how is that going?"

"It's a little awkward now," you say sadly, a strong breeze bending the trees slightly, "we tend to just do homework together. I guess neither of us know what to say."

It falls quiet again, the two of you going back to admiring the nature. A bird lands on the ground before you, pecking at the beaten track, and you watch it for a while, a reminder that the world keeps turning whether you are heartbroken or not. It was safe to say you had never felt this kind of sadness before, elated that your feelings were reciprocated but broken because there was nothing you could do about it. You feel Hermione's warm hand against your knee.

"Promise me something," she said softly, "because I don't think his circumstances will change anytime soon. Please, don't put your life on hold for him, Y/N."

She means it, because of how intently she is looking at you. Hermione was right. If he felt the need to let you down gently, then he must have a clear idea of what the future holds for him. He was trying to protect you, that's just what you have to think now. Draco is still a part of your life, just not in the way you had hoped for. Hermione awaits your answer, as the wind blows harder and the weight of it all gets heavier. When you open your mouth, even you don't believe the words that come out.

"I won't," you say, "I promise."

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

[padfootastic]

Hey padfootastic! Was reading a fic about Sirius' revenge and it was bloody brutal so this thought came into my mind, had they wanted, -Blacks I mean- Dark Lord would legit be nothing. Turned into ashes(oh how I hate that scene from movies) even before he started terrorizing others. What do ya think bout it?

Feels like had they been together and their mind, force, resources were used rightfully even Dumbledore might have been afraid of them. Sometimes I think he was, they both were, and how they might have rejoiced it- Voldemort when Regulus and Bellatrix game Dumbledore when Sirius joined his cause and then was thrown away in the Azkaban.

Yeah that's it ig...

hey anon!!

okay but that sounds super cool 👀 can i request the link pls 🥺

also i think. okay. so. here’s the thing. i think the black family has a lot of potential, yeah? but as we get them, they’re basically obliterated. both symbolically and literally.

so, for me, they most definitely have the capability to smoke the entire dark movement. easily. if. and only if they’re properly developed by the narrative. like, i’ve read so many fics where say, arcturus takes command and changes the entire direction of the war. or where sirius steps up to the lordship mantle and fucks shit up. or some random black OC does the trick. point is, i need worldbuilding and canon divergence but i can totally see it happening.

the blacks r also really competent to the point of being terrifying ykno? reg managed to crack voldys deep dark secret at like. 18. orion was so powerful his security measures were in place long after his death. narcissa lied to the dark lords face. no need to say anything ab sirius and bella. id argue that even andromeda had balls of solid gold for just. running away and marrying a muggleborn and staying alive thru it all. and if u turn the purity family motto into ‘purity of family blood’ then u can have even more fun w the ‘how DARE u touch a member of our family’ situation ykno?

and then theees the political/economic front. id the blacks were akin to royalty, then imagine them pulling strategic manoeuvres to fuck voldy up in a bureaucratic sense. it’ll be so fun.

[not-rab]

give me a fanfic with:

21st century

muggle technology (phones bc i need texting gc)

magic (for the sole purpose of quidditch)

jegulus where regulus doesn’t seem to care abt james at the start (he does tho ;))

SLYTHERIN SKITTLES!!!!!!!!!!

extended skittles - emmeline, alice, sybil, benjy, etc..

black brother bonding

trans!regulus

him leaving before his parents know

him going to his favourite cousin (who also left bc she didn’t want to marry a man)

that favourite cousin *not* being andromeda

it being narcissa - she is a ✨ queen ✨ and lucius doesn’t deserve her

black *sister* bonding

nobleflower

rosier/black cousins - HELLO EVAN AND PANDORA ARE THE BLACK SISTERS COUSINS

them all joking abt their crap childhood

rosekiller please

rosier twins 😍

them getting disowned together

evan meeting barty crouch sr (PLS I WOULD DIE FOR THIS)

him & his bf giving crouch sr shit

pandalily bc they’re both scary, nerdy and hot 👏

idk sm more pls repost and add on

[myrskytuuli]

Top ten from my repeats playlist

@nogenrealldrama thanks for the tag :)

Unfortunately I don't have a spotify. I listen music only on youtube or radio. Aaaaand for the last couple of days I've been pretty much stuck on a loop listening to Hazbin Hotel soundtracks. Aaaaand otherwise what I listen to depends entirely on the mood I want to be in.

Buuut, I know you follow me because you're a fan of SITHOF , so I put together a sithof inspiration playlist instead. When I write, I tend to listen to some type of ambience, but there are usually songs that inspire and influence how I write characters, scenes, or just vibes for any fic of mine. (and if anyone wants to know about my invader zim or hellaverse or owl house inspo songs, feel free to ask)

so, here goes, non-comprehensive sithof playlist:

Florence + The Machine - Just A Girl - Lily

How To Destroy Angels - The Space in Between – Severus

Emilie Autumn - Marry Me - Narcissa

Lemon Demon - Everybody Likes You – James

Lewis Blissett - Killing Butterflies – Regulus

Cocorosie – Werewolf – Remus

IAMX - Volatile Times – Sirius

That Handsome Devil - Charlie's Inferno – Peter

Dzivia - Flower Maiden (spesifically the ending of chapter 18)

Qntal - Frühling (for writing purebloods romanticising themselves. For some reason this song has imprinted in my brain as a song for reading 19th cent. sensation novels)

Heilung – Krigsgaldr (pure vibes)

SKÁLD – Grótti (also pure vibes)

TURMION KÄTILÖT - Kuolettavia Vammoja (yep, more vibes. Influenced heavily by the music video)

Värttinä - Äijö (vibes)

PLS&TY - Run Wild (vibes)

Blvck Ceiling - Young (vibes, both the song and the music video)

Lady Gaga - Bad Kids (imagine that the fic is a tv series. Now imagine that it has end credits song. This would be it.)

[warpedpuppeteer]

PLEASEEEEEE SEVERUS SNAPE IN A SUPERMARKET WRESTLING OTHER PEOPLE TO GET HIS HANDS ON A SPECIAL OFFER NCNFJDJFJDJDJJ i'm gonna cry, bcs that sounds delightful in comparison to what he went through as a death eater, and even as a teacher! omg from the point of an outsider, i was thinking about like, narcissa is visiting him for tea, and she still can't believe he got married to a werewolf - and a poor werewolf at that! - and has learnt to keep those thoughts to herself bcs she does genuinely appreciate severus and she's still endlessly grateful to him for helping her protect draco. so she's conflicted about his new life style and his choice of partner, will probably take her forever to get used to it, but she can't find it on herself to comment on it when he does seem more content and relaxed than she's ever seen him. she was used to severus either looking resigned and unflappable about most anything, or lifeless and ghastly as though as he was in the presence of the devil. he was a walking puzzle to her, and ended the war he was still quite a mystery, but she could tell the change was favorable. his wit and sarcasm were the same, but there was a healthy, light flush to his usually sallow cheeks and the circles under his eyes weren't prominent anymore. he was definitely getting more sleep (did the man ever sleep before?) and his body was filling up, even if slightly. her friend was happier, and she never associated that word with him, not even when he was a 11yo first year. "married life looks very good on you", she found herself commenting, and smirked when he snorted and averted her gaze, attempting to hide the coloring in his cheeks with his long hair. maybe things were alright and she didn't need to worry about severus after all. even so, as severus brought in a plate with tea and freshly baked biscuits (made by him!) she still risked a quiet comment about getting him a house elf if he needed one, and raised her hands apologetically when he refused strongly with that very characteristic growl of his. she's mulling over all of this, until she munches on one of his biscuits and her eyebrows shot up. "severus! severus this is so good? i— did you really bake this yourself?" severus snorts at her disbelief, and then smirks smugly when she demands he gives her the exact recipe, questions and complaints about his new occupations long gone. from then on narcissa will always interfere and quiet both lucius and draco up whenever they express their disapproval in front of severus; it's the least she can do, since he kept rejecting her expensive gifts and paid vacations offerings each time.

Aaaaaah omg I'm such a sucker for Sev having an actual friendship with Narcissa that's not based off of them trying to survive the war. Sev probably finds it incredibly amusing that all it took to win her over were biscuits (like a certain someone else in his life cough cough). Giving her the recipe has me thinking about how she probably doesn't bake or cook much (being rich and having house elves and all). Maybe they have baking/cooking sessions together 🥹. And it kind of drives Sev up the wall because she always questions everything he does like "that amount of sugar? Are you sure?" but he's quietly grateful that she's taken things in stride and just rolls with it even if she still has the tendency to make offhand comments about their status sometimes. He even knits her a tea cosy that at first she's like "um thank you?" and slightly embarrassed Sev is like "forget about it" but she's like no back off it's mine now. And when Lucius comments something along the lines what is this hideous thing she sends him to the dog house for 2 whole weeks while he's like "?? What did I do Cissy pls tell me". Sev doesn't have the heart to tell her he chose the most colourful design he could find that will definitely look out of place on purpose to prank her a bit.

Also, personally I don't think Draco would fuss much about Sev marrying Remus or choosing to be a househusband post war. I do like them having a good relationship too so maybe Cissa brings him over sometimes. And at first he just stays quiet and out of the way but eventually he gets too curious for his own good and starts hovering near the kitchen as Sev and Cissa are baking/cooking. Then Sev puts him to work like "chop this beans in 3cm lengths would you" and Draco who still hasn't shaken off his muscle memory of following the potion master's orders simply does it. Then, he probably joins in their conversations with his own questions or observations and he finds it incredibly comforting in a way that he's never felt in his own home with his parents. And once, when Cissa apparates home to bring the new scarf she got to show it off to Sev, Draco quietly says "I never... I never thanked you for what you did for me, sir" and he hears Severus stop chopping the vegetable and looks up. They stare at each other in silence until in an incredibly rare move, Severus tucks a strand of Draco's hair behind his ears and pets his head before saying "I'll happily do it again" and turning away. Neither of them bring it up again.(I'm very fond of the idea that Lucius and Narcissa often threw baby/toddler Draco at Sev whenever he came over like here pet this and feel human emotions again!).

Also can you imagine Remus coming home for a quick tea break while working a long shift to see 3 Slytherins in his living room? Priceless haha.

I imagine the tea cosy Sev gift Cissa looks like this btw:

[dramioneasks]

hi there’s this one dramione fic i loved but i lost it, and i wanted to see if you knew it!!

basically it was a post hogwarts fic where hermione worked with elves. and then she posted an ad about getting a new roommate. and narcissa forced draco to apply to improve their family's reputation. and then like they eventually started living together. and they hated each other at first and like eventually fell in love. but draco was gonna marry astoria(?) i think. and they couldn't be together. so a few days before their wedding there was this like ball where draco and hermione escaped to the seaside and like eat fish and chips and then i think like the old death eaters formed another group and wanted draco so they made a plan and like cloned dracos ring so hermione could wear it. and i think it would flash(?) or beep(?) whenever the other ring was around. and i think there were alternative endings. one where she got with ron and one where she got with draco.

pls help me find it i’m very desperate😣😣

Anyone?

[artbyace]

ace!! rank me the marauders era girls, all of em <3

omfg this is so hard

1. marlene : i just love her sm pls marry me marlene. she is everything to me.

2. pandora : i’m a pandora kinnie i have to love her

3. mary : she’s an icon, need i say more?

4. lily : i loveee lily but she just doesn’t outrank the others (lily evans haters i will fight u)

5. dorcas : i love her i jsut haven’t read any fics with her as a main character so i’m not that attached </3

6. alice/bellatrix/narcissa/andromeda/sybil/emmeline : just never in any of the fics i’ve read so idk much about their characterizations at all

[crescentofthegods]

vena amoris

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!fem!zabini!reader

request: ok hello hello hello 😵‍💫 i have a request but only if u write for draco!! if not, please do ignore this.

i was kind of brain-rotting about this for a while now, so hear me out even if this might not be the best description ever. T__T

so, reader could be in the same house or not, this isn’t exactly a huge part of the plot. but draco has kind of been crushing on reader for a while, but reader keeps pushing him away—in a sense that they would keep denying draco’s attempts at wooing them, and would constantly reject anything he gets them (firm believer of draco's language being gift giving, at least one of them)

so clearly draco is like so whipped he grows so out of character and gets teased by his peers 😭 the ending is up to you, but i picture this as a fluffy (maybe the pushing away contributes to a bit of an angst factor) fourth or fifth year draco fic. your writing is so muah, by the way 🫂 much love, xx! ~ anon

word count: 5,269 words (woah)

warnings: FLUFF, reader is blaise's twin (slay), a shit ton of swearing (sorry), theodore nott smoking his iconic cigarettes, reader kissing draco at the end, not proofread!

author's note: IM SO BAD WITH WARNINGS SO PLS LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING. i kind of included high valyrian (as in the language from game of thrones + house of the dragon) bc im currently in my asoiaf era so YEAH. also, anon, i'm sorry if i botched this, i kind of messed up the end but this has been sitting in my inbox for so long; I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY<3

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AS SNAPE DRONED on about Wit-Sharpening Potions and their advantages, you began fiddling with your silver bracelets, seeming to zone out of the lesson as the thought of dragons entered your mind. Your tongue licked your bottom lip rimmed with strawberry-flavoured gloss whilst you acted as if you were paying attention, flitting your eyes over to the back of Professor Snape’s greasy-haired head.

At this moment in time, you were bored out of your mind. There was nothing more riveting than the words of your historic fiction books, often containing stories about families with the blood of their dragons running through their veins. Instead, you were here in Potions class, preparing for your approaching OWLs, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyelids fought to stay open. You did not even have the comforts of your twin brother, the well-revered Blaise Zabini, who had begun skipping class to see his “greatest love” (his words, not yours), Luna Lovegood. Others thought her to be a strange girl, especially because her mother was a powerful witch. Though Pandora Lestrange (who had never fitted in with her family) was known for her skills and her friendship with Regulus Black, she married Xenophilius Lovegood, who was now the editor of the Quibbler. He was stranger than his daughter, and many students theorised that it was him who filled Luna’s head with such… Such bizarre assumptions.

You, much to one’s dismay, quite liked the fourth year. Luna was often correct with her words and had interesting stories about her mother, to whom you had admired dearly.

Thankfully, something had caught your gaze. Unfortunately, it seemed to be much worse than the lecture you were enduring. Your eyes widened at the sudden appearance of a paper sparrow, the bird flying around in the air as it landed in the palms of your hands. You pulled a face, glimpsing at the faces around the godforsaken dungeon before stopping at a particular platinum-haired, blue-eyed boy, gazing at you with a goofy grin as the confusion written on your face contorted into vast annoyance.

The boy you met eyes with was the one and only Draco Malfoy. Son of the ‘wonderful’ Lucius Malfoy and beautiful Narcissa Black, he would’ve been raised with privileged views about the wizarding world, uttering vile words against those ‘below’ him and his maniacal pureblood ancestry. Quite frankly, you  had hated Malfoy ever since first year, regretting you had ever spoken to him because now…

Now he would not leave you be.

It had been five years since your first encounter. Draco had ensured that over the course of the half-decade, he’d never leave your holy presence. You could not, for the life of you, figure out what his obsession with you was about. Yes, you were pureblooded. Yes, you were Slytherin. Everything else about you did not, at all, reflect his persona.

Except, perhaps, his ever-repeating threats. The only difference between yours and his words against others was that you always had the will to act on them.

You were never one for affection. In the five years you’d been in this school, you hadn’t obtained a single crush. Kisses were shared in your fourth year with a Ravenclaw, but that was it. Your mother, the famed woman who had married seven husbands, but had died tragically and had left her with mounds of gold, had always taught you to not waste your time with boys in your academic years, for they were merely children. Instead, you should wish for a man, one like your father (who was also dead, but had died because of a disease when you and Blaise were young. Your mother still yearned for his presence daily).

You didn’t bother opening up the sparrow, knowing that it merely contained his one-hundredth love confession. What you did in reply was a little cruel, but you did not care. Instead, you crumpled the bird into a little ball right before him, seeing Draco’s expression crumble as you wore your signature sarcastic smile, throwing the paper ball behind you, huffing before looking back at Snape, who now had eyes on you.

“Miss Zabini,” Snape sounded out quietly, you realising that he had just witnessed you discard parchment across his floor. “Another brilliant display of Slytherin’s impeccable manners, I see,” he reprimanded, sarcasm encasing his tone as you refrained from correcting him. “Perhaps you’d like to continue this performance by littering the entire dungeon, just to make sure everyone is fully aware of your utter disregard for cleanliness and decorum.”

You pressed your lips together, hearing the quiet sniggers from other houses enter your ears as you exhaled through your nose, meeting Draco’s stare before glancing at Snape.

“I apologise, Professor,” you replied meekly, though not regretfully. Snape recognised this, but he did not say anymore, returning to what he said prior the supposed interruption.

Sighing to yourself after hearing another cry for your attention, you turned your head at the sudden ‘psst!’ from across the dungeon, the irises of your eyes growing dark as Draco shot you a wink. The sudden glint of his silver snake ring caught your eye, causing you to raise an eyebrow out of interest. Yet, you regained composure, tutting at his behaviour, staring at him no longer.

Draco Malfoy would be the death of you. The funniest thing of all was that he would not be delighted if such things ever came to be true.

In the corners of the Great Library, you sat alone, your eyes widened with amazement as you whispered the words of a foreign language unbeknownst to many, smiling as you began to uncover the secrets of your fictitious world. However, from across your table, Draco and his small band of friends (consisting of Theo, Blaise, and Pansy) sat with their own share of textbooks. They did not, of course, share the same interest as you did. Draco kept a watchful eye, his chin resting in the palms of his hands, the pupils of his blue eyes dilating into hearts as Theo and Pansy shared a disgusted look. They weren’t disgusted by you, but Draco’s continuous rants about you.

“Merlin, isn’t she gorgeous?” Draco murmured, practically drooling over the pages of some novel as Blaise snatched it from under him, shaking his head as he sighed.

“I know that. She is my sister,” Blaise grumbled, his knuckles resting on his forehead. He whispered into Theodore’s ear, extremely bothered. “I cannot take this love-sick nonsense any longer—”

“You aren’t very good at whispering,” Pansy mocked, twirling her quill as she leaned into her seat, smirking at the fact that Draco hadn’t heard a single word.

“You’re acting like you hadn’t been doing the same with Lovegood the last month,” Theo pointed out, matching Pansy’s smugness as Blaise rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been following Luna around for the last five years!” Blaise retorted, leaning back in his seat as he watched Draco twist his ring around his finger.

“She was staring at my ring earlier. Should I give it to her?” Draco suggested, no one paying attention to him as Pansy piped up.

“Perhaps I would be a better match for [Y/N/N],” Pansy joked, getting a reaction out of both Draco and Blaise.

“NO!” They said simultaneously, causing Pansy to tsk as she rested her legs on the edge of the wooden table. Draco then stood up, taking in a deep breath as Blaise furrowed his eyebrows at him. He would have protested, but Draco had already sauntered off towards your desk.

“Balerion... Zȳhon perzys iksin hae zōbrie hae zȳhon ñelly, zȳhon tīkuni sīr rōvabona giez lenton sia ipradārin bē isse pōja sȳndor skori ziry rēbagon,” you read fluently, biting your bottom lip from smiling ever so widely as you read the Valyrian words with awe. Your necklace dangled from your neck, hitting the constant stripes of your loose, Slytherin tie as you looked up suddenly, hearing someone clear their throat.

“Merlin’s left fucking tit,” you seethed, snapping your book shut as you met the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy with a hard gaze, pushing your novel away from the platinum-haired boy so it didn’t feel his stench.

“Hello, [Y/N],” Draco replied, his voice ten times softer than yours (was your tone ever gentle?) as you ran your hands through your hair.

“I do not understand why you keep bothering me—”

“A gift,” Draco interjected, aggravating you even more as he took out his left hand, removing his ring that bore a snake. You furrowed your eyebrows, realising that it was the same ring you had eyed earlier and you stood up abruptly, looking up at his towering figure.

“A-are you serious—?” you began, disbelieved.

“I know how much you like your accessories and this would look great with your Yule Ball dress—”

“I do not want the stupid ring and I’m not even going to the—”

“It would look better on you than on me—”

“Shut up,” you groaned, not understanding how gravely Draco felt for you as he became quiet almost immediately, almost like an obedient dog. You were a little surprised, but you feigned nonchalance. “Listen, I appreciate the offering, but I looked at it for not even ten seconds! That does not mean I actually want it, Malfoy.”

Draco remained silent, almost like he was contemplating her words as her chest heaved of simmered frustration. And then, he nodded, giving you a brief smile before turning around, heading towards the Library’s exit. You pulled another face, irritated beyond compare before stuffing your hands in the pockets of your robes.

That was until you felt a cold metal in the right one.

You pulled it out, cursing under your breath as your head cocked towards Draco’s friend group, where your brother also sat. Scoffing at Draco’s notion, your feet carried you to Blaise, where you slammed the ring on his table, causing Theodore to sit completely upright.

“Well, hello there, love—” Theodore began with his deep voice, only to be swatted on the head by Blaise.

“Blaise, I swear on Salazar’s grave, if you do not get Malfoy to leave me alone, I will feed your organs to our dead stepfather,” you hissed, leaning forward as Pansy bit her bottom lip, fighting the urge to grin.

“Which one?” Blaise remarked, his eyes still trained on his book as you snatched it out of his hands, giving him a warning look as he sighed. “Just accept the ring—”

“NO!” You yelled, leaving the ring on the table as you thudded the novel against its wood before Theodore, once again, jumped at the noise as you left, leaving a vexed Blaise, an exasperated Irma Pince (who had flinched at the sudden outburst, and Pansy), who seemed to be falling in love with you every second.

As the soles of your Doc Martens entered your Common Room the following week, you made your way over to the couch, rubbing your wrists because of the hair ties that had strangled them. Your gaze had been on them the entire time, so long that as soon as you looked up, a few stares were coming your way, wrinkling your eyebrows as you looked them up and down. It was natural for some Slytherins—mostly girls—to dislike you purely because of Blaise. Not your twin specifically, but they were jealous of the attention you received from his friends, Theodore and Draco. It was the same for Pansy, even though (as much as you admired her) she had been horrible to everyone she’s ever met.

In all respects, you were not rude. You just didn’t like talking with people. A totally understandable prospect, right?

Back to the situation at hand, you had just approached the couch, freezing when you saw the amount of people huddled around an object on the sofa. You tutted, weaving your way past, most likely stepping on someone’s toes. You only wanted to sit down and rest your feet.

“Salazar’s sakes, can you move—?!” You began to raise your voice, but your words quickly died down in your throat, noting the extremely large package resting on the velvet cushions of the emerald couch. You glanced at the girl beside you, recognising her to be Daphne Greengrass, who smiled slightly before handing you an envelope.

“It’s for you…” She nodded awkwardly, giving the box a glance before turning away from you. You looked at the envelope, seeing that the seal wax was in your favourite colour, the actual symbol being a dragon.

Curious, you opened it, your fingers lightly grazing the parchment as your eyes moved along the page, the cursive letters peaking your curiosity. There was a dry flower taped to the note and you picked it off with care, the corners of your mouth briefly curling when you saw your favourite rose, looking fresh.

‘Dearest [Y/N],

I hope this note finds you well. As the annual ball approaches, I wanted to extend an invitation to you. I've chosen a dress and jewellery set that I believe would compliment your elegance and beauty. Please consider it a gesture of goodwill, with no expectations or strings attached.

 I wanted to offer this gift and extend an olive branch in the hope that we can enjoy a pleasant evening together, even if it's just as friends. If you still decide not to attend with me, I completely understand and respect your choice.

Wishing you happiness and looking forward to whatever the future holds for us, whether as friends or acquaintances.

Sincerely,

D.M.’

“How romantic,” Pansy’s voice suddenly appeared against your ear, a smirk tugging on her lips as she looked you up and down, seeing you eye the box with agitation. You cock your head to face her, your lips pressing together.

“Go away, Pans,” you mumbled, scrunching the note up as you shoved it in your pocket. You kept the rose, however, safely in your other pocket, too pretty to be destroyed. You picked up the box, throwing a look to whoever else that dared to gawk at you before descending up the staircase towards your dorm with a huff.

“Did she like it?” Draco’s voice suddenly boomed in Pansy’s ear as she jumped, pushing the blonde boy away, still gazing at where you had gone.

“She hasn’t even opened it, you twat,” Pansy retorted, walking past him as she made her way towards Theo, giving him a pleading look as he pulled the cigarette from between his lips.

“What?” He asked in a hushed voice, but immediately widened his eyes when Draco began nearing them. “Shit—”

“Did she like the rose?” Draco asked once more, his gaze becoming frantic as he looked at the stairwell. Theo pinched the bridge of his nose, stubbing out his cigarette as he tossed it aside.

“I mean, she kind of smiled—”

“She smiled?!” Draco guffawed, his lips curving into a wide grin as he sighed dreamily, sitting on the armchair beside Theo. Both Pansy and Theo shared another look as the short-haired girl sucked in a breath, forcing a smile on her lips.

“I wouldn’t say that, Draco. Like, she was a little flattered that someone knew her favourite flower—”

“Rose.”

“Flower,” Pansy repeated, feeling irked as she crossed her arms. “But the smile dropped as soon as she saw it was you who gave her the dress.”

“She smiled,” was all Draco said, gleeful as he leaned into his seat, staring at the ceiling as he began to daydream.

“Fucking hell,” Theo muttered, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his brown hair. “What are we gonna do with this kid?”

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.”

You had unwrapped the box. You had taken out the dress. You had taken out the jewellery, as well as the shoes and whatever else. You expected to hate everything in the gift box, predicting that you would’ve shredded the gown to pieces by now

But this guy had bought a dress so ethereal that it had suited all your tastes. You were satisfied with what was in front of you.

Donned with sequins, the dress was in a mermaid-cut style, which would’ve accentuated your curves perfectly. The bodice had a perfected pleated detailing on the waist, the gems glowing under the light of your room as your fingers itched to trail across the silk. The gown featured romantic puff sleeves which would line up your chest with a flattering square neckline. Overall, it was an airy dress that reached to the floor, creating a beautiful silhouette that would make you glow, the ivory satin of the dress increasing your beauty since it contrasted with your skin tone perfectly.

The jewellery was a whole different story. Draco had bought stones so expensive that you didn’t think you’d be able to wear them, the necklace could potentially weigh your neck down. The actual diamonds were in your favourite colour, but the crystals were silver and would rest above your cleavage excellently. There was also a matching ring with the same diamond.

Hesitantly, you reached for the ring, trying it on every finger. Shuddering, you raised your eyebrows, realising the ring would only fit on your actual ring finger. You scoffed, tossing the ring back into the box, disregarding the crème-coloured heels as you sat on the edge of your bed, head in your hands.

You were lost. This was too much. The dress was gorgeous. Simple, but exquisite. The jewellery was impeccable, and you wondered momentarily if these jewels actually belonged to the Malfoy family.

You turned your head, beginning to tug on your bottom lip with your teeth as you jigged your thighs up and down, at a crossroads. You couldn’t wear this and not go with Draco. That would just be downright cruel.

Damn, you began to think. Damn, damn, damn.

“Blaise.”

No response.

“I know you can hear me.”

No response.

“Your book is upside down.”

“I think the fuck not,” Blaise shot back, checking to see if Draco’s statement was correct. Blaise narrowed his eyes, closing them fleetingly as he jerked his head to the side, meeting the blue, wide-eyed boy’s face with exasperation.

“Stop asking me about my sister.”

“No.”

“Merlin’s fucking balls, Malfoy—”

“I just want to know if she’s going with me tonight. It’s been days since I’ve given her the dress! I haven’t gotten an answer!” Draco interjected, his hands clasped in front of him, almost as if he was begging Blaise. His best friend slumped in his seat, dropping his book onto the table before him as he placed his hands behind his head.

“I. Do. Not. Know,” Blaise reaffirmed, granting him a sarcastic smile, his eyes locking onto someone else as he let out a groan.

You had entered the study hall, eyes scanning the classroom before they landed on your twin brother. You sighed in relief, fiddling with your watch as you cursed, noting it was five minutes past six.

As you stood before Blaise, you made eye contact with Draco, curtly nodding at him as you cleared your throat.

“Where’s Pansy?” You asked quietly, looking around the room once again to see if she was there. Blaise shrugged, which didn’t help you at all. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know.When will people stop asking me questions I don’t have the answer to?” Blaise  questioned, causing you to roll your eyes before you fled, rushing down the hallways towards the dungeons.

Draco was staring at Blaise expectantly, his lips pressed together as he leaned forward. “Well?”

“End my life already,” he grumbled, closing his eyes. “She nodded at you. Which means she’s going.”

“With me?”

“No. Cormac McGlaggen.”

“WHAT—?!”

“SHUT UP.”

Meanwhile, you had found Pansy making out with some girl from Hufflepuff. Sighing, you pulled her away from the girl, causing the other to feel embarrassed as Pansy pulled your hands off her.

“What’s your problem?” Pansy muttered, fixing her hair as you threw her a look, smiling once you saw that the Hufflepuff had scurried off.

“I… need a favour,” you shrugged, smiling awkwardly as your lips thinned. She pulled a face, causing you to shove her shoulder.

“What is it, then?” You puffed your cheeks, looking around the hallway as you fiddled with your hands behind your back, wanting to pull out your hair.

“Needyoutodressmyhair,” you talked under your breath, causing Pansy to furrow her eyebrows as she crossed her arms.

“Eh?” You threw your head back, staring at the ceiling as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I need you to dress my hair.”

A gasp escaped Pansy’s lips, her hands across her chest as she tilted her head, smiling mockingly as smiled at her back bitingly.

“Your first thought was me? Aw, [Y/N]!” Pansy waved you off, sighing contently, you having enough of her as you grabbed her wrist, dragging her away to your dorm.

You had waited until everyone else was gone to exit the Slytherin Common Room, already infected with nerves as you stepped carefully across the floor, slowly walking towards the Great Hall. Surprisingly, you had finished getting ready (with the help of Pansy and a lot of magic) in under two hours, leaving you enough time to make sure you didn’t trip on the way to the Yule Ball.

You didn’t know what Draco had worn, wanting to see what he looked like—only to make sure he didn’t make you look bad. Pansy had done your eye makeup since you didn’t know how, your friend going for a [Y/F/C] eyeshadow palette that winged your eyes. Your lip colour was as deep as the richest of raspberries from the Forbidden Forest. Your hair was in a braided crown, white daisies blooming in the tresses of your locks as the rest of your hair flowed down, the length ending at your middle-back. Large stones hung from your ears, matching with your necklace that felt heavy on your collarbone.

Heels clicking against the stone of the castle, you finally got to the staircase that led straight to the Great Hall. You gripped the wall anxiously, Draco’s ring on your right ring finger as you peeked around the corner, eyes softening (only slightly) once your eyes had landed on your date.

From what you could see, Draco looked as handsome as he always was—you’d never admit that to his face. Draco was dressed in a robe tuxedo, his dress shirt and bowtie the same ivory white like your gown. The buttons of his shirt sparkled under the flames of the torches in the hallway as he checked his watch, scratching his chin as he waited for you. He also wore a black cumberbund, to your astoundment, his robes as dark as the bewitched night sky in the Great Hall. Lastly, his signature snake ring, the one you refused to keep the other week in the Library, bore his middle finger on his right hand, which defined the veins in his hand as he flexed it.

Now or never, now or never, now or never, you repeated in your mind, silently stepping out of the shadows. Your heels clicked against the first step, causing Draco’s head to pick up. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught his gaze, your hands falling to your sides as you walked carefully down the staircase.

You tried so hard not to trip, but luckily for you, Draco seemed ready to catch you as he stood at the end of the stairs, catching your hand as you instinctively reached out for him. You thanked him with a small smile, steadying yourself on the ground floor as you looked up at him, his towering figure seeming to fit in with you perfectly.

“Sorry. Sort of took my time,” you mumbled, scratching the space behind your ear. Abruptly, the jewellery set Draco gifted you suddenly felt light, no longer itching your skin away as Draco’s touch warmed your hands, your fingers coincidentally on his vena amoris in his wrist—vein of love—that led to his ring finger and connected to the veins of his beating heart. You gulped, praying he didn’t know that as he smiled softly, his gloved thumb running over the palm of your right hand.

“‘s fine. I got you something,” Draco replied, catching you off guard as you hesitated, your mouth ajar.

“You’ve gotten me enough things, Malfoy,” you chuckled, averse. You didn’t want Draco to spend so much on you—must he insist on buying you things all the time?

Yet, as soon as you saw the final gift, your lips parted in astonishment, staring at the corsage that Draco had taken out of his pocket. You looked up at him, the peach of the rose pinned to the corsage gleaming at you as he watched your amazed face carefully, scanning it for confirmation before he slipped it onto your wrist. You gulped once again, your throat raw as you didn’t know what to say.

“You… you didn’t have to buy me a corsage,” you murmured quietly, staring at your painted toenails, refusing to meet his gaze as his hand moved to link your arms together.

“What kind of date would I be if I didn’t get you a corsage?” he responded gently, earning a cool blush from you, clearing your throat as you picked your head up, nodding.

Draco sensed that you didn’t want to talk anymore, noting the redness that appeared in your cheeks. He decided not to speak on it, knowing that you would probably glare him to the ground. Instead, he led you towards the Great Hall, the soft sound of organs and harps entering your ears as the corners of your lips turned upwards, entering the room with a heart rate that quickened every second.

A number of students (from fourth year and above) were in attendance. Yet, every single pair of eyes were on the pair of you. You gripped Draco’s arm tightly, glancing at him as he reciprocated, leading you to where your friend group stood. The first dance hadn’t happened yet.

“Merlin, bless your souls,” Pansy sighed, faking tears as she hung off Theo’s arm, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Fuck off,” you tutted, pressing your lips together. You eyed her appearance, relenting slightly as you mumbled. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you,” she retorted, winking at you as Blaise appeared with Luna. Luna widened her eyes in admiration, reaching out to touch your puff sleeves.

“You look beautiful, [Y/N]. Like a dove!” she complimented sweetly, Blaise nodding in agreement, but refusing to say anything. He smiled, glancing at Draco, who only had eyes for you.

“Thank you, Luna,” you smiled, the only real smile you had given today. “You looked gorgeous,” you added, raking your eyes over the light blue satin of her gown.

“Guys, the first song is going to start,” Theo announced, his arm around Pansy as he dragged her to the floor, the pair of them giggling to themselves, seeming to be a little tipsy. Blaise also kissed the back of Luna’s hand, pulling her along gently as they made their way towards the middle of the room.

You glanced at Draco, your smile still lingering as you looked at your feet.

“Would you do me the honour and grant me a dance, Miss Zabini?” Draco murmured, his tone soft as your tongue poked your cheek, utterly wordless.

“I might step on your toes,” you breathed, your voice quiet as his thumb brushed against your fingers.

“I won’t mind,” he replied, smiling as he took the lead, causing you to follow him to the middle of the hall. You looked around, copying everyone else’s movements as you wrapped your arms around his neck, staring up at him with uneasiness.

“Relax,” he whispered against your ear, your shoulders immediately losing their tenseness as his hands pressed against your hips, guiding you as your feet followed his, syncing to the slow song that played in the background as the lights dimmed. You gazed into his eyes, not wanting to stare at anyone else, aware that others were sending you looks.

“Why does every girl have to have a crush on you?” you questioned, your gaze dropping as you felt unease. Draco tutted, tilting your chin up as you swallowed imaginary air, shivering under the coldness of his glove.

“Thought you didn’t care about anyone else’s opinion,” he mused, causing you to give him a bored look. 

“‘course I care. Just look at their patronising stares. It’s unnerving,” you grimaced, rolling back your shoulders as he twirled you around, his hands travelling up your waist as he picked you up, spinning you around whilst you gasped.

“I’m not looking at them. I’m looking at you,” Draco said softly, shrugging playfully as you scoffed lightly, feeling your cheeks warm once again. “You look stunning, [Y/N]. Absolutely stunning,” he whispered, his minty breath fanning against your face as your expression softened.

“Well, um, this is the gown you bought me,” you chuckled. You always felt weird whenever you accepted a compliment.

“It is,” he replied, his grin still tugging on his lips, “I may have picked out the gown, but it's you who makes it look so graceful… You are the definition of elegance, [Y/N] Zabini,” he whispered, a little breath escaping your lips as he brought you closer.

“I… I’ve hated you for so long,” you uttered, furrowing your eyebrows. “But you never gave up after the amount of times I’ve rejected you. Why?” Draco thought for a moment, taking in your delicate countenance.

“I don’t really know. I think I never gave up because I genuinely care about you. I saw something special in you, and I was willing to keep trying because I believe in us.” The entire time, Draco had kept true to his words, his voice fragile, as if he was going to break at any moment. He honestly could not believe that you had finally given him a chance.

You didn’t know what to say. You stared at him, disbelieved, tilting your head to the side as your expression faltered. And then, you knew what to do, your eyes flickering from his eyes, to his lips.

Hesitantly, you encaptured his lips with yours, your hands reaching up to his hair as Draco was taken by surprise, but kissed back nonetheless. You were never good with your words, but your actions always made up for it. Your noses touched as you mewled helplessly, allowing him to capture all of you as he smiled against your lips, almost wanting to scoop you up and take you out of here.

A flash suddenly caused you two to pull away, squinting your eyes as the pair of you turned to the side, letting go of each other as you stood there, mouth agape. Colin Creevey, a fourth year, had pictured your kiss with his rather massive camera, the younger kid smiling at the photo with satisfaction.

“Fucks sakes,” Draco grumbled at the fourth year as you picked up your dress, snatching the camera off Creevey with a stare so defiant, it could kill the Dark Lord himself.

“Hey—!”

“You people are not ruining tonight for me,” you snapped, knowing exactly who set this up, shooting Blaise and Theo a snarky smile before deleting the picture almost immediately, shoving the camera back into the boy’s arms before grasping one of Draco's fingers and leading him out of the floor, the Slytherin prince happily following behind you with an adoring smile across his lips.

The finger you just so happened to grab was his ring finger of his left hand. This very particular finger, as stated before, had a special sort of vein that growed throughout the body, stopping at the middle of Draco's heart—vena amoris.

Was it a coincidence that you took Draco's ring finger instead of his hand? I think not.

For he had fought his way into your heart for years, and now, you had entered his.

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A Love That Lasts - Bellatrix Lestrange x fem!reader

A love that lasts – Bellatrix Lestrange

pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange x fem!reader

Summary: Your secret partner, Bellatrix Lestrange dies in the final battle. Knowing you cannot interfere with the destiny of either Harry Potter or The Dark Lord, you decide to avenge her with killing someone else...

warnings: mention of torture, death, mention of emotional abuse and i think that’s it

a/n this is the firs piece i wrote so no hate pls. send in requests if u want

It had been quite a while since the final Battle at Hogwarts and you were happy that you won. You really were but there was one thing that, when you thought back to that day, made you sadder than anything in your life ever did. Losing her.

Losing her was the worst thing that ever happened to you and you had been through a lot. The Dark Lord had tortured you and he had tried everything to get to Harry. You weren’t particularly a friend of Harry but you knew better than to tell him where the boy was. You knew the future written wouldn’t be happening if you were to spill. And when he decided you weren’t worth any more of his precious time, he sent her. Bellatrix Lestrange. Sister to Narcissa Malfoy. Wife of Rudolphus Lestrange.

She was intimidating. Even more than the Dark Lord himself. But you kept your mouth shut about that towards him. Around her on the other side, you did not even bother to put a filter to your mouth. “Have you ever considered taking revenge on him?” Was the first words you spoke to her after she had circled you for solid ten minutes. “Who?” The raven-haired woman asked.

“The Dark Lord. We both know that if you were the one holding the reins, we’d be in a much different situation right now.” You spoke, avoiding to look her in the eyes. Even though you thought of her as intimidating, it did not mean you couldn’t see the pain behind her eyes. The facade she kept up. The fake smile, her voice. You could read her like an open book.

“And what do you think this situation would look like? - If I were to be The Dark Lord?” She asked clearly interested in your thought process as she stepped closer towards you.

You were put up against a pillar made out of cold stone. The fabric of your clothes already full of holes due to your back rubbing against the pillar when he tortured you.

You smirked. “You tell me.” You offered, cocking an eyebrow at her in an attempt to make her think of how powerful she could be if she wanted.

“Hmm. Let’s see. How about a throne? A big throne. Everyone would fear me. I’d reign over every which and wizard there is. Only one would be the one to reign over me.” Bellatrix brainstormed while playing with her curls. “And who would that be? Rodolphus?” You inquired, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Merlin, no! No man shall ever! And clearly not Rodolphus! I’m thinking more of a queen on my side, next to me on the throne.” Hell, she did not seem to like her husband. “Why not Rodolpus?” You pushed further.

“Because.” She hissed. “He isn’t worthy. He never was and he never will be. It was all arranged from the beginning. Mother wanted me to marry wealthy and now see where this has gotten us.”

That day was somehow the best of your life, looking back at it. That day was the day you met her. The woman who turned out to be the love of your life. But it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. You were still against The Dark Lord and she was convinced she must help him. You tried and tried. You tried to turn her and she tried to turn you. It was an up and down and down and up. But in the end, everything stayed as it was.

There were times when you weren’t fighting. Those were your favorite. Times when in winter, you would secretly meet up and spend a weekend together, doing things that every regular couple did. It was your favorite thing when the two of you were being domestic. When you would sit at the fireplace of a small house in the forest, cuddled up and reading a book to the other. You would cook together and have snowball fights. It was all so perfect. And then it all started.

The final Battle: Dumbledore’s Army against the Army of The Dark Lord. Good versus Evil. Bellatrix had always been a confident woman. She would always run into the fire rather than away from it so she threw herself right into a fight with Molly. You were only a few meters away, fighting one of the other Deatheaters but it was the wrong time. If you were in front of her instead of Molly, you might have been able to give it all a last try. To try to convince her that she didn’t have to do all this. She didn’t have to help Him. But it was no use. You saw how Molly was stronger than her and you threw a last spell at the Deatheater in front of you, knocking them out.

Then you ran over to Bellatrix. “Bella! You don’t have to do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to make her hear your voice over the sound of all the other people crying out in pain or yelling at their opponent.

The witch’s eyes met yours. “I will always love you, Y/n. I’m with you!” She shouted back and that was it. Molly’s spell hit her and suddenly she was gone. Not even her body was left. You sank to your knees. Molly was already fighting the next Deatheater coming her way and didn’t notice you falling to your knees, hands covering your face as you gave in in the fight against your emotions.

That was it. You were going to kill someone who had something to say. Knowing that Severus was already dead, you thought of the next best person on the other side. You knew that The Dark Lord was meant to be killed by The Boy Who Lived, and you couldn’t interfere with his great destiny. So the Deatheater of your choice was: Lucius. You never liked him. He was a false snake, always threatening people in order to get his son to be successful.

You knew better than anyone that Draco could get what he wanted just well without his father’s help. And that he wasn’t always this cold, arrogant boy. Like Bellatrix, he had put up a facade in order to fit into the role the Malfoy’s wanted him to play. They treated him like a puppet. Maybe even like a dog or a house-elf. You also knew that if Lucius were to die, Draco would finally be able to live without the pressure provided by his family. As Narcissa was Bellatrix’s sister, you knew very well that she was forced to marry Lucius just as the raven-haired beauty you had called the love of your life had been forced to marry Rodolphus Lestrange. Simply for the reason to marry wealthy and keep the bloodline clean.

You stormed your way out of the castle, knowing you would find Lucius outside with some other of the most loyal Deatheaters. You were also more than sure that Rodolphus would also be there. You had never seen him in your life. Not even on pictures. Not that you would have wanted to see the face of the man that was married to the love of your life.

You stepped through the large wooden doors onto the court. “Lucius Malfoy!” You yelled and suddenly all the eyes were on you. The tall man turned around, his cold eyes locking onto yours, his expression just as cold as his eyes.

“The destiny of The Dark Lord might be written, but yours, Lucius Malfoy, is not. You are going to pay for everything you did. To your son, your wife. To everyone you ever hurt in any way!” You shouted, walking up closer to the man.

Another man with darker hair tried to step in front of Lucius. “No, Rodolphus. This is not your fight. This is all mine.” He ordered the man to step back. So that was Rodolphus. Perfect. The man you were going to kill and the husband of the love of your life.

Lucius stepped forward. “How dare you say that I am hurting anyone I love! I am protecting them from people like you. Mudblood!” He hissed.

“Because I know that you do. I have seen with my own eyes how much pressure you put on your son. How your wife cries herself to sleep when you are on yet another mission. Lucius, you are so focused on helping The Dark Lord that you have completely forgotten about what it takes to be a father. To be a husband.” You explained to him. To the average eye, it might have looked like you were about to convince him to be a better human, but your plans were carved in stone. You were going to kill him. And if it was the last thing you did. At least you would be reunited with her again.

Lucius raised his wand. “Don’t you dare say another word, Mudblood! Confringo!” The spell left his lips but you were quick to fight it off. “Oh, Lucius. My parents may have been ordinary people. But they were better parents than you could ever be! Locomotoer Mortis!” The spell rushed towards Lucius faster than he would have imagined it and it hit him straight in the stomach, suddenly his legs were frozen and he struggled to stand upright. Though with the stick up his ass you would have imagined it would be easy for him to stand straight.

You walked closer to the taller and much older man. He raised his wand carefully as you walked over, trying not to fall in the process and he shot another spell towards you, which you dodged with ease. The recoil of the spell made the blonde man lose his balance and eventually fall to the ground. The man you had learned was Rodolphus was tempted to step between you, but he didn’t. He knew he would be in trouble if he did.

You stepped closer and closer until you were above Lucius. Then you kicked his hand with your foot, making his wand fall from his hand. The foot that kicked the wand away was now placed onto the man’s chest. It was slightly moving up and down due to the heavy breathing on Lucius’ side. “Lucius, you have failed your boy. And you have failed your wife. Your family and now you are going to pay for it. Avada Kedavra!” You whispered the spell and all the life left the man’s body. Gasps from every side.

“She’s dead, Rodolphus.” You said as you lifted your food from the dead man’s body. The dark-haired man looked at you with a questioning face. You huffed. “Of course. You don’t care. You never did. She was your wife, Rodolphus! You are the reason she is dead. You made her become a Deatheater. You are the reason she is dead! You are the reason That I lost the Love of my Life. All that I wanted was a Love that lasts. If you hadn’t made her what she was, we would have been happy. If it wasn’t for you, she’d still be alive! You had absolutely no fucking right, to make her join the dark side. Maybe if you didn’t this all would have never happened!” You exclaimed, pure anger in your voice. Everyone was shocked. Either about how you had just killed one of the most loyal Deatheaters or how you had just accused Rodolphus Lestrange of the murder of his wife.

Tears were streaming down your face. But you kept your composure. You were not going to be vulnerable in front of them, no. Not even after what happened. You turned around and walked away.

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His Love - {Regulus Black x Reader}

Synopsis: You have been dating Regulus Black since 5th year and the two of you were madly in-love. Once you finished Hogwarts, your parents arranged a marriage for you with Lucius Malfoy, Regulus’ best friend. Both of you were devastated but accepted and didn’t try to do anything since you knew nothing would change. A few years later, you reconnect with Regulus and mend your relationship.

a/n: This is my first fic, give me advice pls. Just don’t be rude, im not trying to do that today. Also, I am in-love with the marauders they fine asf <3. There also isn’t any incest in here. I am saying that because ik that all purebloods are related somehow and reader, Lucius, and Regulus are all purebloods so yea… 

CW: Fluff, Arranged Marriage, Cheating, kissing, Regulus doesn’t die AU, probably bad grammar, vulgar language/cussing, small mention of screwing/fucking, pet names (my love/love, darling, princess), Lucius gets punched in the face, not proofread

Readers House: Not mentioned

Word Count: 1399

Regulus Black, the love of my life, who I got separated from, who I haven’t seen in years, is standing right here, before my eyes. 

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2 years ago, my parents had arranged a marriage for me right after I had finished Hogwarts, even though I was in a serious relationship with Regulus Black. Not only that but it was to Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black’s best friend. I had always despised him. He was cocky, arrogant, so full of himself, disrespectful, a misogynist, and overall unpleasant and I had to marry him. 

Regulus didn’t say anything when I told him the news, but the look in his eyes told me everything - he didn’t want me to, but knowing both mine and Lucius’ parents, he knew there was nothing we could do to stop this wedding. It would happen whether we liked it or not. The only reason my parents had agreed to this marriage was to keep the pureblood-line. Our parents didn’t want to lose their title as one of the ‘Sacred 28’ families and thought that Lucius Malfoy was the ‘best’ fit for the role. 

After our wedding, Lucius treated me like I didn’t exist. He would ignore me, only focus on his work and the Dark Lord, and overall made me feel like I was just air that was not even the least bit visible. When we would sleep, he would go to the edge of the bed and have his back facing me. Sure we weren’t in love and all but he could’ve at least have been a little bit chivalrous. 

I eventually found out that he had been screwing Narcissa Black behind my back our entire marriage. They never stopped even after I found out. It happened often and they didn’t try to hide it or muffle it. It was getting tiring honestly, constantly hearing your husband fucking someone else while you were in the room next door.

Whatever I was doing, whether it was cooking or sleeping, I would think of Regulus, wondering how he was, what he was doing, is he happy? Is he thinking of me too? These thoughts pondered in my head for hours on end. He was all I could think of. His smile that I missed dearly, his gray eyes that reminded me of the full moon every month, his sharp jawline, his dark auburn hair that flows in the wind like an ocean. Everything about him was beautiful. I could think and talk about him for hours on end.

On one particular night, I was laying in my bed, thinking of Regulus when Lucius had walked into our shared bedroom, having finished fucking Narcissa. He was sweating pretty hard and only had some fabric around his waist. Not sparing me a glance, he went into our shared bathroom, took a shower, and walked back into the room. He was getting into bed when he said something.

“Your parents are downstairs, y/n. They said they have some sort of a surprise for you. I don’t know what it is, nor do I care.”

My parents? They have only contacted me through owls and letters but never in-person. Why are they here now? And what did Lucius mean that they had a surprise for me? Shaking my thoughts, I slowly get out of bed and walk through the door. As I am walking down the long flight of stairs, I can hear some faint voices. One sounds like a female, and the other a male. ‘Must be my parents’ I thought. 

I reach the bottom step, as the floorboard creaks. My parents’ heads snapped up and immediately their gaze was fixed onto me. I start walking towards them cautiously anxious, wondering why they are here. I reach them and am pulled into a hug. Shocked, I stood there for a few seconds before hugging them back, melting into the hug a bit.

“Oh y/n. We’ve missed you so much. We haven’t been the best since you left but didn’t want to visit you because we were afraid you wouldn’t want to see us.” My mothers words surprised me. My parents had always treated me badly and I thought they made me marry Lucius cause they didn’t love me. This entire time they missed me? 

“Yes honey. We missed you dearly. Me and your mother had talked a while back and we know we shouldn’t have agreed to Mr and Mrs. Malfoy’s offer of you and Lucius courting each other. Y/n, me and your mother have brought you a surprise, but before we show you this.” 

In my hands were divorce papers. My dad had given me divorce papers to break off the marriage with Lucius. I put my hand over my mouth, silencing myself in case I make loud noises. I look up at my dad then my mom and pull them both into a hug. 

“Thank you so much for these. My marriage with Lucius has gone terribly and he cheated on me with Narcissa Black. I wanted to break it off with him for so long but never found the courage to. I stayed with him even though I never did. Now I can leave him for good. Thank you again. I love you guys.”

I had forgotten about my parents’ other surprise during the encounter, so excited about the divorce. Our moment was interrupted when a voice was heard. 

“Did you not miss me, darling?” A voice questioned. ‘That voice… I know that voice’. I whipped my head around and saw the face I have been thinking and dreaming about since my wedding. Regulus Black. The love of my life, who I got separated from, who I haven’t seen in years, is standing right here, before my eyes. 

I ran over to him and jumped into his arms. “Regulus…” I whispered in his ear. I hugged him as tightly as I could, probably suffocating him. “My love, y/n, I have missed you” “I missed you too Reggie, everyday” I hugged him tighter as the words came out of my mouth. “Calm down princess, you might end up suffocating me to death if you keep squeezing me like that” I immediately loosened my grip on him, my hands now around his neck.

“I’m sorry  love, I didn’t mean to” I said quietly, looking down. Regulus brought his thumb and index finger up to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “It’s ok, I’m ok. I know you missed me and I did too, there’s no need to feel glum.” I smiled at his reassuring words, looking at his lips. Regulus was looking at mine too, and we both started to lean in. 

When our lips connected, I felt like I was in heaven. His lips were warm and soft, just like how I remember them. I pulled away from the kiss and we just stood there holding each other, taking in the presence of one another in their arms. 

Our blissful moment is interrupted when thundering footsteps could be heard coming downstairs, thinking it was Narcissa, I brushed it off until I heard the obnoxious voice of Lucius.

“What in Merlin’s beard is going on? What are you doing with my wife?” Lucius had called me his wife for the first time but I could care less. I was too busy thinking about how I am finally back with Regulus. 

Regulus had quickly spoken up. “She’s not your wife anymore, she has divorce papers and already signed them. Now you do.” Lucius’ response had taken me aback.

“No! I am not divorcing her! She is my wife.” “Lucius shut the fuck up with your act. You have been fucking Narcissa behing my back our entire fucking marriage and all of a sudden you wanna call me your wife? I don’t fucking love and never will you piece of shit-” My sentence is cut short when a loud ‘CRACK’ could be heard. Regulus had punched Lucius in the face and broke his nose. 

Lucius clutching his nose ran up the flight of stairs, up to our room. Regulus turned to me and pulled me into a hug. “You won’t have to deal with him anymore. And remember, I love you and you are my one tue love, You are my love.”

That’s right. I am the one and only for Regulus, His love.

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Omg I'm so embarrassed to request this but can you do what Narcissa leaving lucius for you would include 😭

babe trust me ─ there's no judgment, i am literally a slut dork with a blog. i loved this request, thank you for sending it <3

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♥︎─

• narcissa knowing how she feels about you since hogwarts

• but having to marry lucius

• never saying anything about how she feels for fear of losing you

• and what little good came of the marriage

• draco loves you

• and because of it, narcissa adores the good relationship you have with her son

• whenever you come over for dinner, everyone noticing how much happier she is with you

• but no one says anything

• they can't

• lucius probably hates you

• 'cause he's jealous of you PLS

• he's the one married to her but you're the only person she sees

• her just kissing you one night

• you finally know she loves you after years of wondering what could've been

• the kiss is exhilarating, everything you'd wanted for years

• no one being surprised when she says straight up that she wants to be with you

• lucius is heartbroken but who cares about that dick

• he wouldn't fight it tho

• moving in together (using her fortune)

• bellatrix actually just murdering anyone who talks bad about the two of you and the situation

• narcissa being able to cut ties with most death eaters

• and be with you unbothered in total domestic bliss

♥︎─