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how about an arranged marriage where reader likes draco but apparently draco is still in love with his ex. reader tries to make it work(like cuddling into him at night and trying to start convos) but draco doesnt show any interest. one day he lashes out and reader stops trying like coming late from work and not cuddling blah blah. he notices and regrets...and then a couple days later they get visited by draco's bf(blaise or theo)whos still single and he gets jelly..? also guess who i am👀

Hi love, thank you so much for this idea! I have been meaning to write angst, but I couldn't come up with anything. And if I'm correct you're @simp4dracosstuff , if not please let me know and I'll change the tag.

Draco x fem!reader arranged marriage

Summary: Draco and Y/N are in a servile marriage, Y/N tries to make the marriage work but Draco is still in love with his previous lover.

Warnings: Angst, cussing, jealousy

A/n: this is my first time writing a request therefore I apologize if it is not the idea you were going for, but I hope you like it!

I decided to write this in past tense as past tense is more angsty.

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The evening their parents declared the betrothal was a brutal evening for both Draco and Y/N. Their whole future had been taken away and planned by their parents. Not only were Draco and Y/N barely comrades, but they were in love with different people- well Draco was. They had tried talking it out with their parents, but their efforts were to no avail. Both of their parents’ final words were “We have made our choice and that is final. You are to be married by November first or Sooner.”. To which Draco responded with a glare and a harsh nudge with his shoulder against Y/N’s as he left the room.

Both the wedding and the bride were beautiful. Y/N wore an astounding white dress that fit her frame perfectly. Her hair was neatly done by a professional and her face had professional makeup done too, a light shade to accentuate her naturally beautiful features. Draco, as usual, looked divine in his black tuxedo with his white-blonde, almost silver hair neatly slicked into place.

As Y/N walked down the isle with her beautiful dress dragging on the floor Draco’s eyes were sharp and cold, an interesting contrast to her her warm, gentle gaze. When the pair had to kiss Draco simply refused. Despite the agonising hurt and embarrassment Y/N felt she put on a brave face for the sake of her dignity and maiden name. The evening was perfect, except for the newly weds that didn’t love each other a stitch. Many arguments broke out within the first few nights, regarding the fact that they were forced to share a bedroom. But as time went on they slowly grew used to it- and Y/N started longing for Draco’s company. So she did what any partner is supposed to do; she tried to make the marriage work...

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Y/N Y/L/N was a pretty girl, she had a perfectly sculpted face and a body every girl dreamed of having, yet Draco treated her as if she were dirt beneath his shoe. If she’d cook him a meal, he’d eat it with a sour look on his face and leave her with the dishes to clean. When she did his washing for him he’d complain about a shirt with a single crease that was most likely caused by him. If she’d greet him after work he’d wave her off with a harsh comment tossed in her direction. However, Y/N was determined to make their marriage work. So when night time came, she’d shift closer every night when Draco was asleep. Until this very particular night, just as he was falling asleep Y/N  shifted against him and wrapped an arm around his waist muttering a sweet “goodnight”. And that was the final straw for Draco. He hadn’t been asleep the other nights when she shifted closer, he just bit down on his tongue to hold himself back from snapping. But that was the final straw.

”What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?! Get off of me!” Draco dramatically snapped shoving her arm off of him and sitting upright. Y/N sat upright as well, suddenly no longer tired. “I’m sorry, it’s cold outside so I-” Y/N  started but was rudely interrupted by her husband “Brilliant observation, Y/N.”. Y/N would never admit it but hearing her name leave his lips made her heart flutter, even if it was venomous and filled with hatred. “Draco I’m your wife, please treat me with some respect.” Y/N meekly requested. “Don’t you get it?! I’m still seeing her! You have never been able to be as good as her and will never hold the place that she holds in my life! You’re pathetic, annoying, useless, hideous, every horrid thing I can think of is what you are! You’re just a subordinate in my life and nothing more!” Draco spat at his wife. Just as the words left his lips and the room fell silent Draco realised what he said. His previously raised brows dropped as well as his scowl. The window left open by Y/N for ventilation in the room made the wind thrust her hair around, her brows were furrowed together tightly, mouth slightly parted from disgust and hurt, eyes showing all the hurt and more he’d put her through their entire marriage.

Draco could see all the times he shoved her out of his way, all the times he’d insulted her body, all the times he’d made a rude remark over something she did, all the times he told her her love for him would never be reciprocated, all the times he told her he wish she’d just get lost, all the times he told her she wasn’t up to his standards and therefore wasn’t allowed to accompany him to a work event, all the times he’d told her to bugger off when she asked something, all the times he told her he’d have to be Imperiused (under the imperius curse) to even for a moment consider her as something more than an object. Every single hurtful thing he’s said or done to her practically flashed before his eyes. 

The fact that he admitted to still seeing his ex hurt more than anything. Not necessarily in a sexual way, even just going out to lunch with her, or smiling at her. 

“If this stupid marriage wasn’t servile I would’ve divorced you the night of our wedding. Or not even have said yes.” Y/N spat back, trying to inflict as much hurt on Draco as he had inflicted on her. And it worked. Only a simple statement such as that hurt Draco more than he could ever put together, and it wasn’t nearly as grating as his words to her. Draco was snapped out of his shocked and hurt state when a pillow and the bed’s throw was tossed at him. Y/N simply fluffed up her pillow and turned her back to Draco as she laid down again. With his shoulders heavy and a prominent frown Draco picked up his pillow and throw and went to the nearest guest room. Pillow and throw tucked against his chest as he slept because her scent lingered. 

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Fin. THERE WILL BE A PART 2 TO THIS!

Forgive me for taking an eternity to write this. I have decided to divide this into two parts to get it done sooner.

Lots of love x!

Ahhh I lovedddd reading thisss <33

DRACO MALFOY in WISH YOU WERE HERE

tw / blood, self-harm!

Your heart ached as you saw your first child, your first baby, get on the train to Hogwarts. The school you and the love of your life went to—Draco Malfoy.

He waved off his kid with a small side smile, looking at him with pure happiness in his eyes. Once you two had gone home, he didn’t hesitate to fall against the dark grey couch as he had rubbed his temples.

The time you and Draco had shared was with difficulties, hatred, and genuine memories. It wasn’t the best as he’d call out to you in the same time he’d done with Hermione Granger before, mumbling and yelling out: “You stupid Mudblood!” and after he’s asked for your hand to the Yule Ball in your fourth years, he’s apologized profusely with gritted teeth and ignorance, trying to maintain his image as he gazed upon his Slytherin gang and friends who laughed under their breaths.

You, too, had also maintained your image. You were associated with the trio themselves, they’d look at you from time to time with raised eyebrows and side smiles, hoping you’d give them secrets Draco has never told anyone. “So, tell me, does he wet the bed?” Ron asked intrigued, leaning in against the table with a wide smile. He and Harry had hoped you’d say yes but you couldn’t tell them anything—especially after he’d been vulnerable with you. “Look at her, dancing with Krum,” Ron mumbled under his breath as his date, Padma Patil, rolled her eyes.

If there was one thing that Draco Malfoy said to you during the Battle of Hogwarts, looking pale and ill, he hated you. “I just used you to get closer to Harry. I’ve not once loved you nor have I ever meant anything I’ve said,” he spat, his eyebrows furrowed while glaring you down while his hair was starting to fall apart, the gel he would attempt to roll his hair back. “I was confidential, meaning it was purely business and everything we did didn’t mean anything. I would never fall in love with a girl—who didn’t even know this world could have possibly existed!” Draco’s aunt, who you have met multiple times, Bellatrix Lestrange crept up behind him with a creepy and wide smirk.

“You hear him,” She whispered. “He didn’t love you, never have, and never will,” Bellatrix’s back begun to straighten as she raised her wand, pointing directly at you as you kept your ground. You didn’t bother to move or glance away the slightest bit—despite what you’ve heard, mortified, and disappointed at the fact you had thought at the time you captured his heart and he had yours. “You better get moving, little girl, for this is the only time I’ll ever be generous to let one of my victims leave alive and well,” She twisted her wand towards you. But all the time, you kept looking at Draco with pity and disappointment.

But he, too, had raised his wand with wobbly lips and soon to be a hard gaze filled with hatred and stone cold. You saw how hard his eyes were, as if everything really didn’t mean anything at all, when you two had shared a night with love and tenderness and at that fact, your first love, Draco Malfoy. But even in those times, you didn’t believe Draco could’ve said that by himself, he looked at you still with the same love and care he did that night. He almost looked as though he didn’t want you to leave—but in the situation, he wanted you to.

He had risked everything to make sure your safety was assured even if his was put in vain—even if he believed that you truly loved him when he had fought many times in his head that you didn’t, that you were a spy for the trio and order. Still, he told you everything but not this, not this. “Draco, is this all true?” was one of the first things you’ve spoken that day. Soon after you said that, Lucius and Narcissa crept up behind Bellatrix and Draco, surprised that their own son would raise his wand to the girl he shared many moments of weakness with—even if they hadn’t known about it but still, surprised.

“I lost interest in you the moment you spoke about your stupid life,” he spat out, his voice cold. “Your filthy parents, the way you’d smile each time you spoke about them, and the way you’d like everyone even when they didn’t like you back,” he rolled his eyes. “I wondered how a girl like you could ever be or think that way,” he paused, taking deep inhales. “But then it hit me, you were broken. Nobody ever liked you when you were a poor, weak of a girl, so you changed yourself. Everything you said to me, I told to everyone at the table,” Draco’s voice cracked for a second, his hand had trembled for a moment before he collected himself.

“As if I could ever love someone like you, a filthy muggleborn of a girl,” and it was left at that. Bellatrix had smirked and begun to laugh at his words, looking back and forth at you and Draco and in the corner of your eyes, you heard Narcissa’s breath hitch and Lucius adjust himself uncomfortably. “Now, run along and go tell the order, if I assume they’ll still take you back for betraying them,” Bellatrix laughed harder, her wand still pointed at you until she began to back you up against a hard black door, shutting you out.

At that time, you hadn’t known what to do as you betrayed Harry coldheartedly and just as importantly, your best friend, Hermione. You didn’t know what to do because you were all alone, once again, and after the Battle. It was a surprise that Hermione still took you in once she saw how dreadful you looked, your clothes torn apart in some places, blood trickling down your forehead from the crucios Bellatrix had put on you before he had walked in. “I’ll still love you,” Hermione whispered, embracing you tightly as she endured the hours of crying.

“I knew he loved you. I knew he did—didn’t you see the way he looked at you across the Great Hall? When he’d stare at you across the room with a smile?” Hermione whispered, side-hugging you as she rest her head against the top of yours. “But it wasn’t true, Hermione. Everything I said to him, he told them, he said everything. And I thought I could trust him, and he betrayed me like that even if I tried to look for hope,” you mumbled, small sniffles as you tried to collect and maintain yourself.

A small voice in your head would laugh and whisper degrading things—Harry and Ron would look at you with skepticism but soon it vanished when they saw how ill and broken you looked, weak in Hermione’s arms she wouldn’t open to just anyone, if anything, they had learned to trust you like each other.

After the Battle, Draco had attempted multiple times to reconcile, saying things like he hadn’t meant anything and he done it to make sure you were safe. “Do you think I’d do that for just anyone?” he whispered, his face deep in his hands. “Do you really think I’d do that for any other girl? That I would really let go of everything we’ve built together?” Each time he spoke, the words he’d spit out were genuine and voice cracks each time he mentioned the crude and hurtful things he said to you. “The girl who trusted me enough to tell me about her problems, how she was hurting on the inside, and that’s one of the reasons why I fallen in love with you in the first place,” he whispered.

“Right from the start, you immediately stole my heart. I used to hate how high you kept your head when I possibly couldn’t even when anyone would say you were nothing, you still kept your head held high. I used to hate the smile like it was saying you were okay, that you were happy regardless, and I hate to think of myself—when I saw you that evening, that I was the reason you wouldn’t smile ever again,” Draco inhaled sharply, his face deep in his hands. “Even more so, a muggle girl, my parents would have never approved of you and it should have been a red flag for you when they accepted you,”

“After the many times I’ve said that they hated muggleborns,” Draco finally had the courage to look up from his hands and to you, his ocean blue eyes were deep and sorrow, and looked as though he never slept since the war. “That was my warning sign for you but when you told me that you were happy when you met them. I felt guilty for using you,” the way he said it was enough to make you burst into tears, remembering you took the torture just so Draco could be safe and not a strand of hair touched on his head, and his black suit clean.

“If I made you think I didn’t love you,” Draco whispered. “Then I’m so sorry—but I didn’t know you’d have been hurt this way. I thought I was doing what was right at the time, and that you’d never have been harmed,” he fidgeted with his fingers, one of his nails were painted Red like that night when you had painted his nails at the lake, when you guys shared a night in his dorm room. “But please don’t hate me,” was one of the last things he said.

“I’m still in love with you, Draco,” you whispered. “Because that’s what this stupid and filthy muggle of a girl is like,” it looked as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest and his expressions looked as though he were surprised. “Despite everything, I tried to push you away—but I couldn’t even if Hermione would urge me to,” you chuckled, remembering the times she’d threaten to take away your prized and favourited possession. “And I forgive you after everything. So please, don’t cry anymore, my Snowman,” he chuckled, recalling the time you guys built a snowman family with the amount of children you two would have.

You reached out your hand to him and he hesitantly, looking up at you and your hand until he took it into his own, resting his cheek against yours. It was enough to completely shatter you. He was yours again—and you were his. “I’m never leaving you again,” he whispered. “Never will I part from you. I’ll make sure nobody hurts you,” it had taken time for you two to rebuild a relationship. He’d look guilty from time to time but he learned to let go of the past—and when he had shown you the Dark Mark on his left wrist, it torn you apart again.

There was dark red outlines on his skin around the Dark Mark, there were scars, and it looked as though he had tried multiple solutions to get rid of it. But it wasn’t something to get rid of that easily, and slowly as time went on—with you, he accepted it. Still, at nights, he’d have nightmares, whimper and cry in his sleep, and he’d sweat profusely. He was, and with your help, learning to let go of everything.

Draco had gotten up from the couch, raising up his sleeves as he had crept up from behind you, your apron he had bought you for your birthday he fiddled with as his arms travelled around your waist. “I never meant to fall in love,” he whispered. “But I went and did a dangerous game that almost didn’t give me the wife I love so dearly and a kid I’d die for,” Draco kissed the back of your neck as he pushed aside the cutting board, making sure you were looking outside the window that seemed so familiar.

“I don’t care about anything except you and the family we created together,” he wrapped his arms around your stomach, there, was another baby. “And I continue to hope and watch what the future holds for us and what we’re expecting,” he smiled, turning you around to meet the kisses he planted on your forehead. “I was close to losing you. But you had taken me back, accepted me, all while you still loved me as I felt the same way,” Draco whispered.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he spoke multiple times with delicacy in his voice.

HEAR ME OUT GUYS 😩

"Give yourself to me darling" he whispered in her ear

AHHH THIS IS SOOO PRETTYYY hjksggsh

kiss me under the light of a thousand stars.

Hi babes!

Idk if i’ve been like shadow banned or something, but for a few months I have been posting and not getting noticed. I have contacted the help desk multiple times, and nothing.

My old fics used to get 100+ likes, replies, and reblogs combined. Sadly, now I get ZERO likes, reblogs, and replies.

I thought it was because my followers did not like the new fandoms I was writing for, but I still write for the same ones.

I don’t want it to seem like I am whining or want pity followers. It is just so stressful that I write for myself hoping that it will get noticed, but it doesn’t.

sorry for this rant, i’m just so annoyed and mad. Anyways, I love you all! Drink lots of water and get some sleep!

Oh my gods...the way he walks

UGHHH Draco, just please get me pregnant! 🙏

I’ve been avoiding this topic for too long but I really need help.

My grandmother has been fighting multiple diseases a long time ago from now. One of them being osteosarcoma, which is the one that causes her more pain.

For those who don’t know, osteosarcoma is a malignant tumor of the bone. She has been loosing mobility on her knees and it’s painful for her to stand up, we’ve been waiting for an opportunity of an operation at the IMSS (means Instituto Mexicano del Seguro Social, translated in english: Mexican Social Security Institute). A few days ago they told us she couldn’t be schedule for the operation that she needs because they don’t have the necessary equipment.

My family already started seeing privates doctors at a private Hospital, they’re hoping they can schedule her in a few months for the operation.

Now, the point of this post is that it is really expensive; I know I’m not the best writer, I’m really far from being even good, but if you could help by requesting and give me a tip, if you’d like, anything you can help with is really welcome, it doesn’t matter if it’s less than a dollar.

If you need my grandmother’s recipes and appointments and all of that I can show them to you in order for you to believe me.

I already have a job to help her but sadly what I make is not enough to make a big difference, so if you guys can help you have no idea how much it would mean to me, to my family, my grandmother.

I write for a lot of characters, almost every topic is welcome if none for all of them, I promise to do my best really, and you can just give what you can, what you feel wouldn’t impact with your economy.

I was told I can use PayPal for payments, I really don’t know how to use it but I’ll be learning, every request is welcome in my inbox or my asks.

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Thank you in advance, really.

Theodore: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Y/N: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Draco: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Y/N, learn to listen.

Pansy: What if it bites itself and I die?

Mattheo: That’s voodoo.

Blaise: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Pansy: That’s correlation, not causation.

Mattheo: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Y/N: That’s kinky.

Theodore: Oh my God.

I've found the incorrect quotes generator and I'm hooked, lol.

so it’s the month of may huh?…well if you replaced the ‘m’ in may with ‘g’ well…you ‘may’ be surprised at what you find 😏😏

Marriage of Convenience Chapter 1 - The Alchemilla's bad luck (D.m. x reader series)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary of the series- In a lovely kingdom ruled by the Y/l/ns, their only daughter is set to marry the Prince of a neighboring kingdom, Draco Malfoy. Will this marriage last even after they despise each other?

Summary of this chapter- Y/n was having a peaceful night when her parents decided to break the news of her arranged marriage to her, but how could she marry her sworn enemy?

A/u- Royal Au where the reader and Draco have attended Hogwarts, NO Voldemort Au.

Warnings- Cursing

Meaning- Y/f/n= your father’s name, Y/m/n= your mother’s name, Y/h/c= your hair colour, Y/e/c= your eye colour

Words- 2,667 words

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Agustina's a beautiful kingdom, Grand or Majestic in Latin, and indeed the kingdom was magnificent! The most grand and fascinating body in Agustina was the king's and queen's castle, the King and Queen of Agustina were Y/f/n and Y/m/n, they had their only daughter, Y/n Y/l/n, who would be the Queen of Agustina after her parents. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she was the definition of beauty, with her long Y/h/c and beautiful hair flowing down to her waist and her mesmerizing Y/e/c eyes adding to her beauty.

Many princes from distant kingdoms tried to charm this beautiful and stunning princess, but she was not the type of princess who would fall so easily for any prince. She was a very independent and brave princess; she didn't rely on her parents for everything; her family's names have indeed entered the annals of history, but Y/n preferred to be known by her first name rather than her surname.

She was a Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her Hogwarts years were filled with high grades in all subjects, being the prefect and Head Girl, being the Quidditch Captain, and even winning the Quidditch Cup! All of her professors adored her.

She was perfect, and she had established her first name in such a way that anyone hearing the name Y/n would only have positive things to say about her; she was well-liked by the people of Agustina. She continued to visit her professors almost every year after graduating from Hogwarts. She is a strong and independent woman on whom the citizens of Agustina, her parents, and everyone will rely when the time comes for her to be crowned queen.

Now begins the story of the princess of Agustina, soon to be Queen of Agustina, whose life appeared to be without difficulty. But her life wasn't easy; after all, she was a girl, and few people believed a girl could be this intelligent and brave, a girl who could rule her parents' beautiful kingdom. She had a difficult time expressing herself and proving to everyone that she was more than just an ordinary girl. Her problems didn't end there; those were just minor setbacks in the face of a massive Tsunami wave that could easily wash her away.

Y/n sat at her grand bedroom desk, holding her favourite book, Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Y/n loves the works of muggle authors, particularly romantic novels. She had a whole section in her library dedicated to it. The view in front of her was a very rare occurrence and probably the most unexpected thing she could see; in front of her was her home garden with magical herbs, shrubs, and flowers, but when her gaze fell over the nearby window, she saw a flower in her garden, the Alchemilla flower, which was in the shade of brown; this flower had a special magical power in which if it changed to a brownish-black colour, it would bring bad luck to the person seeing it.

"Merlin!" y/n palmed herself. “It had to be me!” She muttered to herself and closed her book, she now wanted to go outside and just walk around her big castle, as an only child she didn't have anyone to talk to, so she usually talked to herself and sometimes her parents, but mostly they were busy with Agustina's governing.

She went outside to get some fresh air; the sun was almost setting, the sky had turned pinkish, and the evening star could now be seen; Y/n's favourtite star to watch was the morning/evening star, Venus.

This star could only be seen after the sun set and before the sun rose, very few people consider it a star because it's a planet, but Y/n loved seeing this particular star because it was the only star Y/n talked to, it was Y/all n's time friend, she did have friends from Hogwarts with whom she was in touch, but they were now working for the Ministry of Magic and she was set to be the Queen of Agustina, so she couldn't talk to them often. She adored her kingdom and couldn't bear the thought of leaving it.

“Hello Venus, today I had gone horse-riding and it was so much fun! I even learnt archery today as mother and father said it was important as a queen to know these skills, today of ALL days I am missing my friends terribly, I imagined their reactions to learning horse riding with me. Ha! I bet Hermione would scream to the top of her lungs when the horse runs faster! Well, I was thinking of meeting them soon, it has indeed been long since I met them, don’t you think?” Y/n spoke, and the evening star twinkled, she smiled up at the sky and said “Okay then! I will owl them now!”

When she arrived at the owlery, she took some treats for her owl from a nearby box; her owl was one of a kind. The one Y/n owned was an eagle owl with silvery-blue coloured feathers; this was a very rare one, and they say if another eagle owl with similar unique coloured feathers is also owned by someone, the owl's owners are said to be soulmates. Y/n did believe in this concept, but finding her soulmate would be a difficult task, especially since she had to focus on her ambitions of ruling Agustina right now.

Y/n then took some spare parchment from a nearby desk and began writing her letter to her closest friends with a quill and ink.

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Dear Friends,

I know it has been a long time since I wrote to all of you, but as you can see, you were all busy with your Ministry jobs, while I was here preparing to become a queen; my parents have set up some courses for me to attend in order for me to learn a few techniques and skills on how to be an efficient queen. As a result, I didn't have time to speak with all of you, for which I am deeply sorry.

Anyway, I wanted to tell all of you guys that it's been a long time since we've met and talked. I was thinking about meeting you all. What do you think? Let us meet on the following Sunday, if you are all available, as there appears to be a lot of work assigned by the ministry.

I hope you're all doing well; my best wishes to you and your families; and I hope to see you all on Sunday!

With love,

Y/n Y/l/n

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As Y/n finished writing her letter to her friends, she quickly took out her wand and muttered "Geminio," and the letter duplicated itself into 5, and she tied each one to an owl, who flew away with the letter in their claws. As she walked down the castle's corridors, Y/n watched as the owls flew away, and then she went in the direction of her bedroom.

But as she went into her bedroom to get ready for bed, there was a knock on the door. Y/n then went and opened the door to find her butler, "Princess, your parents have asked for your presence." he said, and Y/n nodded. She then went into her room one last time for some touch-ups on her make-up and fixed her dress and hair, and off she went into the conference room where her parents were patiently waiting for her with a wide smile

"What's the problem, mother and father?" "Why have you summoned me at this time of day?" "Y/n, you know we had started looking for a groom for you to-" but her father was cut off by Y/n "Father, I don't want to get married now." "Dear, you know someday you will have to get married, we were just saying that we had started looking for a groom for you, and we think we have found one," her mother said.

Y/n was stunned, her eyes widened, and her mouth hung open, unable to form words. "You are going to marry the Prince of Maristella." We have made an agreement with them that their kingdom will merge with ours if our daughter marries their son. And we accepted the offer because it would benefit both for our kingdom and you. "After your marriage, you will be Queen of Agustina, and the prince will be King," her father explained.

Y/n began to speak, "But father I-" but was cut off by her mother, "It is for your own good dear." Y/n huffed angrily and said, "I'm going to bed," before getting up from her chair and walking off to her bedroom.

She was enraged, furious, mad and what not? I mean, what girl with aspirations of becoming Queen and ruling the kingdom would marry off so quickly? Indeed, her friends did marry, such as Harry and Ginny, Hermione and Ron, Neville and Hannah, and Luna and Rolf, but they did so because they were in love, which Y/n had not yet experienced. She desired to marry after becoming the Queen, but her parents had other plans for her.

Furthermore, she could have married anyone but the Prince of Maristella! This prince was her sworn enemy; she despised him so much that no words could express her feelings for him.

Y/n was a very respected student at Hogwarts, but one person, Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family and Prince of the kingdom of Maristella, the nearby kingdom of Agustina, never treated her with the same respect and hospitality that the others did. Y/n and Draco had their usual bickering and insults thrown at each other, but because Y/n had a reputation to uphold, she mostly ignored Draco's rude remarks on her, but Draco had a thing for getting under people's skin and he never left Y/n alone.

Draco Malfoy, the mere existence of this person was  enough for Y/n to become enraged; she had met him for the first time at her castle, her parents had introduced her to Draco when they were children, and Y/n had happily smiled and greeted him, but Draco simply huffed and sat on her bed with a frown on his face. "Would you like to play with me in the garden?" Y/n asked, to which Draco replied, "You see, I am not at all interested in playing with you, I have only come here because my parents said so, so would you mind just sitting down and not talking at all?"

This was enough for Y/n to close her mouth and take a seat on a nearby chair. She never even spoke to him during meet-ups after that, and her rivalry with Draco began there. When they were being sorted into houses, she met Harry and Ron, and they became instant friends, and soon Hermione would join them, and they would become the best of friends. But when Draco came up to Ron and mocked him for his hand-me-down robes, Y/n stepped forward and said, "Says the person whose parents need resources from my parents every now and then," to which Draco was left embarrassed

Y/n and Draco had never actually talked until the seventh year; they only insulted each other, and even during Grand Balls that the kingdoms would host, they never even looked at each other because they knew they couldn't have a normal conversation. Y/n never spoke to him after graduating, and neither did Draco; both of them went their separate ways in life, but it appears that fate has merged their paths.

No one could deny that Draco was attractive, but his attitude ruined it all. There were some people who drooled over him, such as Pansy Parkinson, but he couldn't care less about them. He had dated a few people by now, but he couldn't keep the relationships going.

When his parents informed him of his arranged marriage, he was astounded; the people who couldn't even look at each other had to marry? "Mother, I-" "Draco, we need this marriage, we've been in this poor condition, and the only way to get some money and maintain our status is this marriage, you will marry her and that's final," his father said. Draco's mother, Narcissa, smiled encouragingly at him, but he just sighed and went to his room.

Y/n couldn't believe it as she lay in her bed. She had despised this man her entire life, and now she is about to marry him? How could life be so inhumane? "It's all because of the Alchemilla," she reasoned, "but why would mother and father agree to this?" "How could they?" she muttered to herself as she flipped from one position on her bed to another. She eventually got out of bed and went to the window to look through it; the Alchemilla was still visible, and it was in the same shade as before. She sighed and looked up at the stars, which were spectacularly spread across the deep blue sky.

Y/n's eyes glistened and a small tear ran down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away and took a deep breath in, she just wanted to achieve her goal and not marry right away, she wanted to live her life as the queen and then marry the person she likes. She then went to her bed and lay down, unable to sleep at all.

As the sun rose and spread its rays across the earth, Y/n was wide awake, her tired and weary eyes wandered around her room, and as she stood up from her bed, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, she then went and got ready for breakfast, and as she made her way towards the dining hall, her butler came and greeted her cheerfully, "Good morning, our beautiful princess!" and Y/n simply looked at him, smiled softly, and said, "Good morning, Peter." She tried her hardest to be active in the morning, but Peter sensed something was wrong, "What's the matter, princess?" "What's the deal with you being so... glum today?" as he raised his brow and to which Y/n replied sarcastically, "Don't you know Peter? "I'm sure mother and father told you about it."

"Umm, princess, we...tried convincing your majesty....," Peter said as his smile faded."  But...” Y/n then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Anyway, I have to go and eat my breakfast, so please excuse me." Peter then nodded and motioned for her to proceed.

She then sat on a chair in the dining room next to a window, and her other servants served her breakfast. While she was eating, her father entered the room and sat on the chair opposite her, and soon her mother joined them for breakfast.

Y/n wasn't ready to talk to them after what happened yesterday. How could they force her into a marriage she doesn't want? She sighed and ate her toast with orange juice when her father cleared his throat and said, "Y/n, you will be meeting the Prince of Maristella, we will be planning the wedding for the both of you today." As he said those words, Y/n spit out her orange juice and exclaimed, "TODAY?"

A/n- So this is the new series I am planning on strating, tell me whether I should continue it or not! Hope you all liked this chapter! Have a nice day!

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The Waves: 1

Draco x Reader (female)

summary: you love the ocean, and the feeling of surfing the crystal waves. Draco stumbles in and threatens everything you have built for yourself at the most beautiful resort in Ocean City. But as much of a threat as he is, you can’t help but feel pulled to him.

warning: mentions of drowning

author: I’m very excited about this bc Draco is oddly enough my comfort character. I think it will be around 3-5 parts long. 

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don’t call me yours| ex!r.w x crybaby!reader

word count: 2685

summary: draco hits on you at a party, and ron doesn’t like people touching what’s his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (kinda), lmk if i’m forgetting anything

a/n: it has been forever since i’ve posted a full fic. I tried to make this one really good, i hope you guys like it. plz remember to like and reblog :)

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The music blasts through the speakers, creating a vibration that moves throughout the entire room. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other, on the dance floor, in the kitchen, everywhere throughout the house. Draco Malfoy’s parties were always like this, hundreds of students from every house, all gathered in the huge manor, drunk and high, just having fun. You sit on a couch in the middle of the room, observing the other partygoers. You weren’t much of a party girl, only ever attending when your roommates dragged you along.

“Is that y/n?”A voice comes from behind you, followed by a strong pair of hands on your shoulders. You shiver at the feeling, never being one for the physical touch of others. Draco Malfoy, party host and the person the voice belongs to, hops over the back of the couch, settling himself very close to you. You send him a small smile, hoping your awkward expression will give him a hint that you’re not really interested.

“Why’re you sitting here all on your own?” He asks, clearly not taking the hint, “A pretty girl like you should be mingling on the dancefloor.” You scoff, shaking your head and keeping your eyes glued to the cup in your hand.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” You reply, hoping he’ll take your second hint and finally leave you alone. No such luck. Instead, the blond moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and making your whole body tense up.

“Me either, I guess we’ll just chill here together.” He says, his face so close to yours that you can taste the alcohol on his breath. Just when you are about to protest, you feel a different hand on your arm, pulling you up from the couch and dragging you away from the blond. You would have been more thankful had it not been for the intense grip the mystery person had on your arm. You still couldn’t see their face, only the back of their head as they lead you through the crowds of students into a secluded area of the manor.

“Excuse me you’re kind of hurting my a-” You stop in the middle of your sentence as your throat grows dry at the sight of your savior. Ron Weasley, your ex Ron Weasley. It had been months since you’d last seen him, as you’d been avoiding him since your abrupt break up. But here he was now, standing in front of you looking just as good as he did the last time you’d seen him, if not better. His hair had grown out, falling just above his shoulders. He was wearing a loose muscle tee that showed off his broad arms in the most perfect way. You don’t even realize that you’re staring till that signature smirk crosses the red head’s features.

“Wanna take a picture, love? It’ll last longer.” He teases, cocking his head at you. You try your best to ignore the twisting feeling in your stomach and the sudden desperate need for water, rolling your eyes at the boy. Ron’s eyes darken at the action, a disappointed tisk passing his lips. He uncrosses his arms, stalking towards you until you’re backed into a corner, his arms by your head trapping you between the wall and his body. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“So, are y’gonna tell me why ferret boy had his hands on what’s mine?” He questions with an unreadable, almost dominant tone to his voice. His face is so close to yours, one move and your lips would be touching. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“No, I'm not yours anymore, you can’t call me yours.” you whine, trying to ignore the arousal pooling between your legs at the thought of being called his once again. Ron smirks, kissing behind your ear, obviously never forgetting about your weak points.

“don’t kid yourself y/n, you know you’ll always be mine.” You whimper at his words, legs almost giving out under you, but Ron is quick to read your ques, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist to keep you standing. He laughs lightly, a mischievous smile crossing his lips.

“You are mine y/n, don’t deny it, it’ll only make things worse.” His free hand leaves the wall behind you, making a small trail up your exposed legs, stopping right at the edge of your skirt. He gently tugs at the fabric, an amused smile on his face, “Such a pretty skirt darling, but it would look a lot better on my bedroom floor.” You can’t hold back the whimper that passes your lips, your brain slowly but surely turning into the pile of mush he’s always been able to turn you into. Ron chuckles at the noise, bringing his hand to grab a rough hold of your face, forcing you to finally look him in the eyes. And oh how you wish he didn’t. Because the instant your eyes meet, a thick fog settles over your brain, and the only thing you can think about at the moment is him.

“Ronnie.” You whine, bucking your hips against his leg which was settled between yours, releasing a broken moan at the feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt. He smiles, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. His eyes darken when he sees the small wet patch you left behind on his jeans, a low groan emitting from his throat. Your eyes stare up into his, wide and doe like as you move your hips again, silently begging for more friction.

“Needy little thing, no longer putting up a fight?” He teases, his hand slowly reaching under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your dampened underwear. You shake your head, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his hand to your center, letting him cup your sex in his hand, grinding against his palm.

“Tell me what you want love, use your words.” He continues to tease you, knowing very well how hard it is for you to express yourself in the state you were in. You simply let out another whine, grabbing hold of his shoulders and moving your hips against his leg, speeding up when you hit the perfect spot. Ron lets you do your thing for a while, admiring the desperation in your voice as small whimpers of his name leave your lips. When he feels you begin to increase your speed, he grabs hold of your hips, stopping you before you can get your release.

“No!” You cry out, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“None of that now,” Ron demands, ignoring your protests as he separate’s his body from yours, “I always take care of what’s mine, you know that darling.” Almost immediately, the boy drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirt up past your legs, revealing your lace underwear. He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes face to face with the large wet patch on your underwear, growing by the minute as your arousal continues to seep through the fabric.

“I can pratically fucking smell you, such a naughty girl.” He groans, hooking his fingers at the waistband of your underwear. But he freezes when your hands come to grab his, halting his actions.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“Ronnie, there are people,” You reply, gesturing to the still active party going on in the other room, “what if someone walks in?” Ron chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches to his back pocket, pulling out his wand. Whispering a silent spell, he apparates the two of you to one of the many empty rooms of the manor. The one that just happened to belong to Draco Malfoy.

“All good now?” He asks, a genuine tone to his voice telling you that he truly cares about making you comfortable. You nod, smiling down at him as he continues to kneel between your legs at the edge of the king sized bed. He smiles back at you, tapping your knees as a signal for you to spread your legs. You comply without hesitation, leaning back into a more comfortable position, making sure to lean on your arms so you could still keep eye contact. Ron begins to move your underwear once again, this time succeeding in getting them off.

“So fucking pretty.” He says, mostly to himself. Never breaking eye contact with you, Ron trails a single finger between your folds, collecting the arousal leaking from your hole and using it to rub agonizingly slow circles on your clit. Your mind is almost completely blank, the only thought in your head being the feeling of his hands on you, and the need for more.

“Please Ronnie,” You cry, a slow stream of tears flowing down your face, “I want you now.” Ron ignores your pleas, continuing to tease your swollen clit, taking pride in the way your body squirms at his movements, knowing he’d never forgotten how to make you feel good.

“I don’t know,” He begins, a teasing smirk across his face, “it’s been so long, I don’t think you can take me anymore.”

“I can, I promise,” You reply, moving your legs so your foot brushes against the prominent bulge in his pants, “Please Ronnie, please fuck me.” Your bold actions make something snap inside of him. He moves from between your legs, hovering over your body and quickly engulfing your lips with his in a passionate and messy kiss. He settles his body between your legs, grinding his bulge onto your clit, swallowing every moan that passes your lips. He breaks the kiss, straddling your body as he stares down at you with lust clouded eyes. His hands grab at the top of your blouse, ripping it open with zero hesitation, the buttons falling all over the room. His heart swells as he takes in the sight of you. Your lips are red and swollen, your body flushed, tits exposed and waiting to be touched.

He can’t help but groan at the sight, diving down your body to wrap his lips around one of your tits, swirling his tongue in circles around your taunt nipple, using his hand to give attention to the other. You let out a string of high pitched moans, arching your body into his. Though you loved the feeling of his lips on your body, you were growing increasingly impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you for the first time in months. Almost as if he’s read your mind, Ron detaches himself from your chest, focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

You watch intently, mouth practically watering at the sight of his cock as it springs free of it’s confinements, slapping against his stomach. Ron catches this, an amused smirk crossing his features.

“Close your mouth darling, you’ll catch flies.” He jokes, positioning his hips between your legs. He grabs his cock in one hand, using the other to spread open your folds, spitting right on your cunt, the action coaxing another small whine from you. He takes his time, teasing you as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds, collecting your arousal. He holds his cock steady at your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling away once again. He continues his torture, ignoring your cries and pleas.

“For godric’s sake Ron just fu-FUCK.” You cry out, your sentence being cut off when Ron finally bottoms out with one quick, rough thrust. Sighs of relief leave both of you at the feeling of being connected in the best way once again. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside you once again, the stretch creating a pleasurable sting that runs through your whole body.

“You okay love?” He asks, lightly stroking your hair with his free hand, his other occupied with rubbing slow circles on your clit. You nod in response, unable to trust your own voice. Instead, you buck your hips, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint, moving his cock inside you at a slow but rough pace. Each thrust is hard and deep, the head of his cock brushing against your spot each time.

You don’t even attempt to muffle the loud moans and screams leaving your lips, confident that the sounds of the bustling party just downstairs would suffice as a silencer. Your hands grab at the shirt Ron was wearing, begging for him to take ur off. He complies, removing his shirt with ease, never ceasing his movements against your body. You stare up at him in awe. You’ve always loved the way he looked above you, his face contorted in pleasure and concentration, his hair falling in front of his eyes, beads of sweat rubbing down his flushed body and onto yours.

“Feels so good Ronnie, missed you so much.” You moan out, scratching your nails down his back, leaving a trail of bright red lines in your wake.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” he grunts out, leaning down to place a few chast kisses on your neck, “Taking me so well baby, you always take me so well.” His praise sends shivers down your spine, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement. You were almost there, you just needed a little push. Putting on your best doe eyes, you stare directly into Ron’s, reaching your arms out for him.

“Kiss me, please.” You beg. He wastes no time complying with your wishes, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. You didn’t need him to speak, you felt all the words he couldn’t say. Through the kiss, through the way his cock moved inside you. You felt it. Ron groans out as he feels you clench around him, signaling your close release.

“Y’gonna cum with me darling? Gonna milk my cock till I fill you up with every last drop of my cum, make your belly nice and full?” Ron’s dirty words send you overboard, your back arching off the bed as you cry out, creaming all over his cock. He groans, your release triggering his own as he spills himself inside you till it’s leaking out around his cock, forming a small wet patch on the bed.

Carefully, Ron pulls out, watching mesmerized as the rest of his cum leaks from your hole, onto the bed. He leaves for only a moment, returning with a wet rag to clean you up. When he’s done, he helps you put your underwear back on, handing you his shirt as yours is ruined from being ripped open. He lays on the bed, bringing your body to rest against his. The room is almost silent, the only sounds being that of your breathing and the muffled noises of the party below you.

After a moment, you finally break the silence, playing with his fingers to avoid looking directly at him,

“Ronnie?” He hums in response, looking down at you. You lift your head, meeting his eyes and you’re unable to stop the tears that begin to fall from your eyes. Ron sits up, pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, what’s wrong love, why the tears?” He questions, lightly stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, content at the feeling of being in his hands again.

“Don’t want this to be a one time thing, wanna be yours again Ronnie.” You whimper, letting your head fall into his chest as you sob out at the thought of this being just a hook up to him. Ron’s heart breaks a little at the sight. He cups your face in his hand, making you look at him again as he wipes your tears.

“I already told you love, you’ve always been mine.”

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you’re woken up by the sound of someone screaming, practically falling out of the bed at the sound.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The person yells. The noise causes Ron to wake up too, both of you tiredly sitting up. You look at the clock next to you, it read 8 AM.

“DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY BED?!” You whip your head around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the door way, a disgusted look on his face. Your eyes widen in horror, looking over at Ron who’s face is actually red from holding back his laughs.

“IS THAT CU- OH MY GODRIC GET THE FUCK OUT.”

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Hate to be that person, but WW3 trend on TikTok is not funny at all, especially your stupid POVs. Because no, Jessica from Chicago, you won’t have to hide in the basement to avoid being nuked and no, Kyle from LA, you won’t get drafted to the front lines. 

You again missed the whole point and managed to make this situation all about yourself, so I’m going to assure your stupid ass - this war is not going to affect you in any way, but you know who it’s going to affect? Actual people from Ukraine, who are going to lose their lives and be displaced from their homes, just like for the past 8 years. 

So congratulations on your stupidity, because it’s not about “I need a way to cope 🥺🥺🥺”, it’s about you celebrating and making fun of other people’s death.

Did you know all this? Because certainly I didn't!!

"the fuck is happening in ukraine??" for the ignorant [23feb22]

THIS IS NOT EXHAUSTIVE. I have left out happenings. As I typed this more movement was reported. This is happening NOW.

Here is a map of Ukrainian oblasts (regions)

Direct your eyeballs to the eastern (that's on the right of the map) oblasts of Donetsk and Luhansk. These two oblasts make up the Donets Coal Basin, or Donbas region, of Ukraine. coal coal coal.

Hold them in your mind.

On this map above you can see an outline of the Russian separatist-controlled area of Eastern Ukraine. Please note that the Russian separatist-controlled area is not analogous to the oblasts of Donetsk and Luhansk. When on 21 February 2022 Putin declared recognition of the Donetsk People's Republic (DNR) and Luhansk People's Republic (LNR) as independent, we did not know if he meant just those cities and the surrounding Russian separatist-controlled areas OR the entirety of the oblasts. Where these borders are is incredibly important because Putin will use any excuse to declare a Ukrainian provocation. This ambiguity is to his advantage. [This is besides the fact that Putin has no fucking right to declare any of this land independent, or take any of it for Russia in the coming days.]

The Russian separatists, of course, claim the entirety of the oblasts, and Putin recognizes those claims. Russia has come to the "aid" of the separatists to defend against Ukrainian "aggression."

Tonight (23 February 2022), President Zelenskyy of Ukraine tried to speak to Putin on the phone, but was rebuffed. He gave a brief update to his people in Ukrainian, and then a long speech to the Russian people in Russian. Below is text of a translation of that speech from Max Seddon on twitter [thread starts here, good follow]:

We are divided by a shared border of more than 2,000 kilometers. Almost 200,000 of your troops and thousands of military vehicles are standing alongside it. Your leadership has ordered them to move forward, onto another country's territory. This step could be the start of a big war on the European continent. The whole world is talking about what could happen any day now. Any provocation. Any flare-up – one that could burn everything.

They're telling you that this flame will liberate the people of Ukraine, but the Ukrainian people are free. They remember their past and are building their future. Ukraine on your TV news and the real Ukraine are two totally different countries. Ours is real.

There is more, click above link to read.

Russia is going to invade Ukraine, and not just the Russian separatist-controlled regions that were recently declared independent republics by Putin. This is colonization. Ukraine has a rich history and culture separate from Russia (its history and culture is MUCH OLDER than that of Russia, even). Putin denies this and claims that Ukraine is Russian. This is false and ahistorical.

(But why are there so many Russian-speakers in Donetsk and Luhansk? Well perhaps because the Soviets committed genocide in the 1930s and purposely starved millions of Ukrainians so that ethnic Russians could move onto their land. Search "Holodomor" if this is new information to you.)

The UN Security Council has called an emergency meeting for 9:30pm EST (I'm posting this at 7:22 PM EST)

The mayor of Kyiv, Vitaly Klitschko, has declared an emergency.

Airports are closed in Eastern Ukraine.

All my work is under the cut!!!

Key; *- Angst, °-Fluff, •-Both, ^- A lil Spicy (i think), <3- happy ending, </3- no happy ending, =-open ending

I generally write with she/her pronouns but I'll try to write for gender neutral readers too!

Spencer Reid x reader

Scribes •

Summary- After years of believing in her parents lies reader finally feels what love is. (gen!reader)

Flames •

Summary- Reader feels as though her flames will become no more if she continues with life as is, Spencer's there to show her that's not true. (gen!reader)

Burnt Pancakes and Bitter Coffee °

Summary- How could the sun ever compare to all his glory? (gen!reader)

Woes of Fall • Woes Of Fall V2 •

Summary- Fall was beautiful, filled with yellow and orange. Until the only colour you could see in it was red.

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Blood And Blasphemy *^

Summary- Sometimes, commiting damnation is the closest way one can get to heaven.

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I don't have much smut writing motivation in me rn so i'm taking a limit of 3 smut asks per character, if i've already reached the limit, i will let the sender know and try my best to write the request without smut.

I'm also going to put a limit on draco asks because I feel like every time I do a celebration it gets flooded with draco. So i'm limiting the amount of draco focused requests to 10. (this does not include poly relationships)

Please make sure to read my request guidelines so you know what you can and cannot request as well as what characters I write for.

the original margarita🍋: give me a character and scenario and i will write a small dialogue/blurb (fluff only)

peach margarita🍑: give me a character and a scenario and i will write a small blurb/dialogue (angst only)

cherry margarita🍒: give me a character and a scenario and i will write a small blurb/dialogue (smut no dark themes) LIMITED

strawberry margarita🍓: give me a character and a scenario and i'll make a moodboard

pineapple margarita🍍: tell me 2-4 facts about yourself and i'll tell you who i think would date you (be specific abt gender preference plz)

piña colada margarita🥥: give me a character and a headcanon and i'll add to it

mango margarita🥭: cym game

pomegranate margarita🍇: send me a fic of yours and i'll give an honest review (moots only)

as always, tagging my lovely moots: @thatsalexa4you @squishytomatoes @ronweasleysslut @myfictionaldreams @pretty-pillow-princess @pixiehollands @sunshinexweasley @getawayfrommewerewolf @daphgreen444 @elysian-i @dr4cking @wolfstar-lb @saintlike78 @weaselbrownie @sarahisslytherin @scarletslxt @fairydxll @dracodear @ameliora-j @jamespottersbltch @malfoysstilinski @bellatrixscurls @mellifluousart @guinevererosa @fictionalcomforts @fqlkrore @chissmalfoy @peppers-analytics @nsuncatcher @letterstotheflre