HIS ARCH LOOKING REAL SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE

HIS ARCH 😭 LOOKING REAL SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE

ed writing a letter to the love of his life

Classic Dramione fanfics

Title: Breath mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_elm

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 51/51

Summary: For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15370968/chapters/35668776

Title: Isolation by Bexchan

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 49/49

Summary: He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23461513/chapters/56242591

Title: Hunted by Bexchan

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 36/36

Summary: Okay so this is my first HP fic so excuse me if there's a few errors with characters etc. I also want to point out that this will not be a fluffy fic and my main goal is to keep the characters realistic and the progression of the romance between Draco and Hermione will be relatively slow. This is Post-Hogwarts and ignores the epilogue. Hope you enjoy!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5853767/1/Hunted

Title: The Auction by Lovesbitca8

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 41/41

Summary: In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19101535/chapters/45385237

Title: Manacled by Senlinyu

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 77/77

Summary: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14454174/chapters/33390198

Title: Cruel and beautiful world by Lena Phoria

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 50/50

Summary: After years of captivity, Hermione Granger fights her way onto the streets of Voldemort's London with only the knife in her pocket and the blood on her hands. There's a checkpoint on every corner, a curfew enforced by Voldemort's most trusted followers, and the only way back to the Boy Who Lived is through the Death Eater responsible for her capture in the first place.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29357976/chapters/72114747

Hi hope ur well I was gonna ask Dano riddler stalking the the reader but sees the reader stalking him like ( I imagine them in the same bush and they like :0: you too wow same ) it would be so cute yk if not that’s okay :)))

Have a great day :))

Kindred Spirit

Edward Nashton x Reader - contains stalking

PLEASE GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM EITHER IN COMMENTS OR IN MY ASK BOX <3

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“Is the pumpkin pie any good? I’m new to the city so I’m kinda walking around blindly” they said, gesturing to the plate in front of him.

His head turned to look behind him expecting to see someone else but there was no one. He hesitated to reply, confused as to why someone as beautiful as you or anyone for that matter would bother speaking to him. He must’ve taken too long because your expression changed into an awkward smile.

“Oh I-uh, sorry I'm just a bit tired from work. Yeah the pie here is decent enough.”

“Great, I'll order some. So, what do you do for work?”

You were asking about his life. Almost as if you actually cared to know. Too bad you’d run as soon as you saw his real face. Perhaps he could be content with watching you from afar. A pretty lady like you wouldn’t be so safe in the big city— you would need him.

“I’m a forensic accountant—” he started to explain.

He has such a sweet and unassuming face. He looked like someone you could trust. You were intrigued with him and needed to know more. You’ve decided when he he leaves you’ll follow him and scope him out.

Finishing up the pumpkin pie you both get up to leave at the same time, awkwardly bumping into each other— before he steps aside and waves you on. A true gentleman, how sweet.

“Thanks for keeping me company— shit I totally forgot to ask for your name”

“Oh it’s Edward, Edward Nashton.”

You introduce yourself.

“Well it was nice to meet you Eddie. I hope to see you again”

He blushes all the way to the tip of his ears and down his neck— gently waving goodbye unable to form any words.

He makes his way out of the building, trailing behind you—making sure to maintain a safe distance. You make a sharp turn. Confused he speeds up a bit. Did you know he was following you? He turns the corner, discreetly looking around for any sign of you. He sees you entering the apartment building across from his. Strange he thought. How had he not noticed you before? He watches the windows, waiting to see which belongs to you. Hah what are the chances. This’ll make his job a whole lot easier.

He hangs his plain windbreaker on the coat rack as he enters. He moves towards the window eager to take a peep into your personal life. Aiming the telescope at your window he leans over to look through the lens. He barely knows anything about you, but immediately upon seeing your home— he’s positive that it fits you perfectly. You’re bent over digging through a drawer, clearly looking for something. His eyes wander to admire the curve of your backside. You’ve found what you’re looking for now. Before he could see what it was, you’re at the window looking straight at him.

“Oh Fuck! Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He dives to the floor so fast it makes him light headed. He takes a deep breath before peeking over the windowsill. Are you— are those binoculars? He rises further before seeing you duck out of view. You’re eyes appear in the window and then slowly your whole body. The both of you stare at each other with furrowed brows, trying to make sense of it all. A smile slowly graces his face when he realizes— you too had the urge to observe from afar. You’re smiling back at him now, you’ve found a kindred spirit.

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