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Your Cardan fics are quite literally giving me life

It's a shame to the High King that how less fics are there

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Tail Troubles and Moonlight Stumbles

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Cardan helping y/n navigate through the dark because being a human she can't see anything and her accidently stepping on his precious tail

warnings : none

In the dimly lit forest of Elfhame, Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Faerie, and Y/n found themselves venturing through the shadows. The moonlight barely pierced through the dense canopy, casting an ethereal glow upon the foliage.

As they walked hand in hand, Cardan's raven hair, disheveled as ever, framed his face, emphasizing his sharp features and piercing black eyes. His high cheekbones and pointed ears gave him an otherworldly allure, while a delicate tail swayed behind him. Towering at 5'11, he seemed to effortlessly glide through the darkness.

Y/n, a human girl known for her ambition, pride, and determination, matched Cardan's stride with grace, her steps steady and confident. Her sarcastic nature was evident in the playful gleam in her eyes. She was skilled with swords and daggers, but in this realm of Faerie, humans were despised.

As they ventured further into the woods, Y/n's lack of night vision became apparent. With each step, she stumbled slightly, her hand tightening around Cardan's. Sensing her discomfort, he gently guided her, their fingers intertwining like vines.

"Darling," Cardan's velvety voice whispered, his tone laced with affection, "watch your step. The path can be treacherous."

Y/n huffed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Oh, believe me, Your Highness, I'm watching. But it's not exactly easy when I can't see a thing."

Cardan chuckled softly, the sound a melody in the night. "Well, fear not, my love. For I am here to guide you through the darkness."

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "You know, sometimes I think you enjoy these dramatic moments a little too much."

As they continued their journey, Y/n's foot landed on Cardan's sensitive tail, he let out a theatrical yelp that echoed through the forest. He hopped on one foot, his face contorted in an exaggerated expression of pain, as he dramatically clutched his tail with both hands.

"Darling!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with mock despair. "Must you constantly step on my precious tail? Do you not see how delicate it is? It's the epitome of fae elegance!"

Y/n couldn't help but stifle a giggle, finding Cardan's dramatic display both endearing and amusing. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she responded, "Oh, please, Cardan. It's not as if I did it on purpose. Besides, I can't see in the dark like you can.”

Cardan's pout deepened, his hand still cradling his tail. "Ah, the plight of a poor mortal," he sighed dramatically, his tone dripping with exaggerated sympathy. "Blind as a bat, stumbling around and wreaking havoc on fae royalty. Truly, it's a tragedy."

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, spare me the theatrics, Your Highness," she retorted, her voice filled with playful sarcasm. "You're the one with the tail, after all. Perhaps you should move your delicate tail out of the way next time."

Cardan paused his hopping and gazed at Y/n with a faux expression of offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, so you think it's my fault now, do you? Blaming the High King for his own impeccable elegance. How dare you!"

Y/n's laughter rang through the air as she replied, "Well, someone needs to take responsibility for that dangerously attractive tail of yours."

Cardan's pout transformed into a playful smirk as he approached Y/n, closing the distance between them. He tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. "Ah, so you find my tail dangerously attractive, do you? I must warn you, my dear, it has been known to steal hearts and cause mortals to stumble."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze. "Is that a warning or a promise, High King?"

Cardan's laughter joined hers, the sound blending harmoniously in the enchanted forest. "Consider it both, my fiery, sarcastic darling. But don't worry, even if you stumble, I'll always be here to catch you. Even if it means nursing my precious tail back to health."

Their banter continued as they resumed their journey, Cardan's tail swaying gently behind him. Their playful interactions illuminated the darkness, bringing a sense of lightness to their path. In those moments, Y/n realized that Cardan's dramatics and their shared laughter were not just a source of amusement but a reminder of the deep connection they shared—a bond that could withstand any challenge that lay ahead.

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Teasing Temptations

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Cardan drawing a lot of pleasure in teasing Y/n until she decides to turn the tables

warnings : a bit suggestive tones

The grand halls of the Elfhame court were bustling with activity as nobles and magical beings went about their daily affairs. Amongst the elegant crowd, Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, stood tall with his signature mischievous smirk adorning his lips. By his side, his beloved wife, Y/n, exuded a confident aura, her fiery determination matching her vibrant red hair.

As Cardan glanced at his wife, he couldn't help but admire her beauty and spirit. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he decided to engage in their usual game of teasing. With a sly smile, he strolled over to Y/n, his steps silent and graceful.

"Daaaarling~," Cardan purred, his voice dripping with playful sweetness. "You know, it's quite astonishing how a mere human like yourself managed to capture the heart of the fearsome High King."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to conceal the blush creeping up her cheeks. She crossed her arms, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, I suppose it must have been my charming wit and exceptional sword skills. Clearly, those are irresistible qualities to a cunning faerie like you."

Cardan chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, my darling, it seems you've discovered my weakness. A sharp tongue and a skilled hand with weapons—a truly lethal combination."

Y/n smirked, her confidence now fully on display. "Well, you know what they say, Cardan. Behind every great king is an equally formidable queen."

The banter continued throughout the day, Cardan persistently finding ways to make Y/n blush and squirm under his teasing words. Their playful exchanges were a testament to their deep bond and shared understanding. But as the evening approached and the grand feast commenced, Y/n decided it was time to turn the tables.

As the courtiers mingled and engaged in merry conversation, Cardan found himself momentarily distracted. Y/n took advantage of the moment and swiftly moved behind him, her nimble fingers tracing a delicate path along his back. She leaned in, her voice low and sultry, her warm breath tickling his ear.

"You know, my love," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of mischief and desire. "I've grown tired of blushing while you revel in your victories. It's time for me to show you just how deeply I can make your cheeks burn."

Cardan's eyes widened, a surge of anticipation coursing through him. He turned to face Y/n, meeting her confident gaze with a mix of surprise and delight.

Y/n continued her assault, her words dripping with innuendo and seduction. She spoke of secrets shared only between them, of stolen kisses and passionate nights, expertly weaving her words to paint a vivid picture in Cardan's mind.

As the night wore on, the courtiers observed a change in the High King. Cardan's cheeks took on a deep shade of crimson, his usually composed demeanor faltering as Y/n skillfully played her part. Her sharp wit and clever words left him both flustered and enchanted, a sight rarely seen by those in the court.

The banter between the couple reached new heights that night, their teasing becoming an intoxicating dance of desire and vulnerability. Their words held a deeper meaning, a testament to their love and the fiery passion that burned between them.

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Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Cardan gets jealous when someone tries to flirt with his wife

warning : jealousy, flirtation, mentions of passionate encounters

Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, sat regally on his throne in the grand court hall. The room was filled with faerie nobility and members of the court, their elegant attire shimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Y/n, his human wife, stood beside him, her fiery spirit contained within the delicate beauty of her features.

As the court meeting progressed, a young faerie nobleman named Alistair approached Y/n, a smug smile playing on his lips. He was known for his flirtatious nature and overconfident demeanor, thinking himself irresistible to any woman.

Alistair leaned in closer to Y/n, his voice dripping with arrogance. "My lady Y/n, I must say, you look even more stunning than usual today. I can't help but be captivated by your beauty."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Save your flattery, Alistair. I have no interest in your idle compliments." Undeterred, Alistair persisted, his voice filled with arrogance. "Ah, but my dear Y/n, wouldn't it be thrilling to experience a night of passion with someone of my caliber? I assure you, it would be an unforgettable experience."

Cardan's gaze narrowed as he caught wind of Alistair's audacity. He was well aware of Y/n's allure and the attention she attracted, but his love for her burned fiercely, and he was not one to let such insults slide.

He rose from his throne, a predatory glint in his eyes, and spoke in a velvety, dangerous tone that echoed through the hall. "Alistair, my friend, it seems you have forgotten your manners. Let me remind you that Y/n is my wife, and I assure you, our nights together are nothing short of passionate and unforgettable."

The courtiers whispered among themselves, the tension in the air thickening as Cardan's words hung in the room. Y/n felt her cheeks flush and her heart quicken at Cardan's bold proclamation. She shot him a glance filled with equal parts surprise and desire, momentarily forgetting the presence of the court.

A mischievous smile danced on Cardan's lips as he continued, his voice a low murmur that carried only to Y/n's ears. "Darling, do you remember the way your body trembled beneath me, your gasps of pleasure and cries of ecstasy echoing through our chambers? How you squirmed beneath my touch, unable to resist the pleasure I bestowed upon you?"

Y/n's breath hitched, her eyes widening at Cardan's audacious words. She fought to maintain her composure, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. She stole a glance at the court, noticing their shocked expressions and scandalized whispers.

Clearing her throat, Y/n composed herself, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. "Oh, how could I forget such passionate nights, my love? I'm sure our guests find our tales of intimacy utterly fascinating."

Cardan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Y/n's spine. "Indeed, darling. They should count themselves fortunate to witness a glimpse of our unbridled passion."

The courtiers shifted uncomfortably, some casting disapproving glances, while others couldn't help but be intrigued by the intensity of Cardan and Y/n's connection. The scene had taken an unexpected turn, their courtly decorum shattered by the unabashed display of their love.

Amid the murmurs and whispers, Cardan extended his arm to Y/n, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Come, my love. Let us leave this tedious court gathering and retire to our chambers, where we can explore new heights of pleasure, far away from prying eyes."

Y/n smirked, her eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and desire. She placed her hand in Cardan's, allowing him to lead her away from the court, their exit accompanied by a mixture of gasps, hushed whispers, and stolen glances.

As they disappeared from the grand court hall, the echoes of their passionate night lingered in the air, a reminder that love, desire, and defiance had found a home within the heart of the High King of Elfhame and his human queen.

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Incandescent Love

Draco Malfoy

Description : Draco and Scorpius share the same birthday

warning : grumpy Draco , allusions of passionate night

w/c : 933

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It was a bright and sunny morning at Malfoy Manor, where the Malfoy family resided. The luxurious estate exuded an air of elegance and opulence, matching the refined taste of its inhabitants.

Draco Malfoy, with his perfectly groomed platinum blond hair and his piercing grey eyes, sat at the kitchen table. He looked a bit grumpy as he sipped his morning tea, watching as his one-year-old son, Scorpius, energetically devoured his breakfast.

Today was a special day—his birthday. But as he prepared to celebrate, there was a bittersweet feeling that lingered in his heart. You see, his son Scorpius also shared the same birthday, and Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Y/n, wearing a flowing emerald green dress that accentuated her eyes, bustled around the grand dining room, making sure everything was prepared for the day's festivities. The table was adorned with exquisite decorations, and an array of delectable treats filled the air with their tempting aroma.

As she surveyed the room, Y/n couldn't help but notice Draco's sour expression. She knew he was feeling overshadowed by Scorpius' birthday celebration, and she couldn't resist teasing him a little.

"Draco," Y/n called out, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Now that we're parents, we have to prioritize our little Scorp's birthday. After all, he's turning one today! I'm sure you understand."

Draco arched an eyebrow and set down his teacup. "What do you mean, darling? It's my birthday too," he said with a hint of annoyance.

Y/n walked over to him, leaning against the table and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, I know, ferret. But think about it. We've had so many birthdays for ourselves, and this is Scorpius's first. We should make it extra special for him. Besides, isn't it time we prioritize our little one over ourselves?"

Draco grumbled under his breath; his irritation evident. He had always enjoyed the attention and grandeur associated with his own birthday, but now it seemed his son's celebration had taken precedence. "I understand, love," he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. "But it doesn't mean I have to like it."

Y/n stifled a laugh, realizing she had successfully gotten under Draco's skin. She continued her preparations with a playful gleam in her eyes, knowing she had something special planned for Draco later in the evening.

As the day progressed, the Malfoy family gathered in the lush garden, where a carnival-like atmosphere had been created to celebrate Scorpius' birthday. There were colorful decorations, a bouncy castle, and various games and activities for the children to enjoy. Scorpius, with his striking resemblance to Draco, reveled in the attention, his grey eyes sparkling with delight.

Draco watched as his son laughed and played, a mixture of pride and envy swirling within him. He adored Scorpius with all his heart, but a small part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness that his own birthday was being overshadowed. He found himself longing for the days when he was the center of attention.

Finally, as the night fell and the guests bid their goodbyes, Draco found himself alone with his wife. They stood in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. Draco's frustration mingled with anticipation, while Y/n wore a knowing smile.

Without a word, Y/n took Draco's hand and led him up the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. She opened the door to their bedroom, and Draco's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.

Candles flickered softly, casting a warm, golden glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the scent of roses, Draco's favorite flowers. The bed was adorned with luxurious silk sheets, inviting and enticing.

Draco turned to Y/n, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. "What is all this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n stepped closer, her voice a seductive murmur. "Consider it your birthday present, my love. A night dedicated solely to you, where we can celebrate both your birthday and our love."

Draco's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he realized the depth of his wife's affection for him. The jealousy and grumpiness from earlier faded away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of love and desire. Before he could utter another word, Y/n’s lips crashed against his in a passionate embrace. Draco's surprise turned into pure bliss as he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way around her waist. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate dance of desire and affection.

As they broke apart, their breaths mingling, Draco's eyes were filled with a newfound appreciation and love for his wife. "You truly know how to surprise me, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "You've made this birthday unforgettable."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and triumph. "You deserve every bit of happiness, my ferret," she murmured, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of his face. "Scorpius may have his special day, but tonight, it's all about you."

They slowly made their way to the bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and intimacy. The night was filled with whispered words of love, gentle caresses, pleasured moans and shared laughter. Draco lost himself in the pleasure of Y/n's touch, their connection growing deeper with every passing moment.

As dawn approached, the couple lay wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow, their bodies spent but their hearts overflowing with love. Draco looked at Y/n, his eyes filled with gratitude and adoration.

"Thank you, love," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion. "This has been the best birthday gift I could ever ask for."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, ferret. Happy birthday, my darling Draco. Here's too many more years of love and passion." In that moment Draco realized that perhaps, despite the passing of time and the shifting of priorities, his birthday was as special as ever. And as the sun rose on a new day, he found himself grateful for the love and passion that filled his life, knowing that with Y/n and Scorpius by his side, every day was a celebration.

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Intoxicated Love

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Drunk Cardan flirting with his wife

Warning : Drunk Cardan 🍷

Cardan stumbled through the grand halls of the Elfhame palace, his steps unsteady and his laughter ringing out. He had consumed more than his fair share of the potent faerie wine, and it had taken a toll on his balance. Despite his intoxication, however, his mischievous dark eyes glinted with amusement as he spotted his wife, Y/n, coming towards him.

"Daaaaaarling~" Cardan slurred, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He sauntered to her, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Come to rescue me from my own debauchery, have you?"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with mirth as she approached him, her footsteps purposeful and confident. "Rescue is a strong word, Cardan," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "More like keeping an eye on you to ensure you don't embarrass yourself too much."

Cardan feigned offense, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. "Embarrass myself? Never!" he exclaimed, his words accompanied by an unsteady sway. "I am the High King of Elfhame, after all. Embarrassment is beneath me."

Y/n raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Beneath you, huh? Just like the wine you've been drinking tonight, I suppose." She reached out a hand to steady him, her touch firm but gentle.

"Careful there, love," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and a hint of sarcasm. "Don't want you stumbling and breaking that pretty face of yours."

Cardan's eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned into her touch, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Oh, but my dear Y/n, even if I were to break my face, I trust you'd still find me irresistible," he slurred, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on her own lips. "Irresistible might be a stretch, my love," she countered, her tone laced with feigned indifference. "But I suppose there's a certain charm to your drunken state."

Cardan chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room. "You wound me, my love. Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you mock me."

She chuckled, unable to hide her own amusement at his antics. "Well, pour your heart out more soberly next time, and maybe I'll take you seriously."

Leaning closer to her, Cardan's voice dropped to a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. "But where's the fun in that, Y/n? You know I can't resist teasing you, especially when you react so delightfully."

"You know," he slurred, his words whispered into her ear, "you're quite lovely tonight. Always lovely, of course, but tonight, especially so."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but a faint blush tinged her cheeks. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Cardan," she replied, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Especially when you're inebriated."

Y/n crossed her arms, studying him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. "You never cease to amaze me, Cardan Greenbriar. How is it that a king can stumble around drunk in his own palace?"

Cardan grinned mischievously. "Because, my love, being a king can be rather dull at times. And what better way to bring some excitement to my kingdom than by being a charmingly tipsy ruler?"

Y/n's lips twitched into a playful smile. "Is this your way of suggesting a dance, my intoxicated king?"

Cardan bowed dramatically, offering his hand. "Would you honor me with a dance, my cunning and beautiful wife?"

Y/n took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. "Only if you promise not to step on my toes, Your Majesty."

Cardan laughed, his eyes alight with affection. "I make no such promises, my love. But I will do my best to keep up with your graceful steps."

They moved to the center of the hall, the music of the fae filling the air. Cardan's steps were unsteady, but Y/n guided him with practiced ease. They twirled and spun, their laughter echoing through the grand chamber.

In that moment, they were not a king and a human girl hated by the fae. They were simply Cardan and Y/n, two souls entwined in a dance that defied the odds. And as they laughed and teased each other under the moonlit sky, their love shone brightly, casting a light that even the darkest shadows of Elfhame couldn't extinguish.

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Hairbrushed Hearts

Draco Malfoy

Description : Draco developing a habit of doing Y/n's hair over the years

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Draco's First Attempt

Draco sat on the edge of the bed in his dorm , Y/n seated in front of him on a cushioned stool. The dim candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow across the room as Draco ran his fingers through her unruly Y/hc hair. He had always found solace in the task of taming her locks, and tonight was no different. As he gently brushed through the strands, Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into his touch.

"Draco, you have such a knack for this," she murmured, her voice filled with contentment.

He smirked, his fingers weaving effortlessly through her hair. "It's just one of my many talents, darling," he replied, his tone laced with playful arrogance. "Besides, I have to make sure you look presentable. Can't have my girlfriend running around with a mess on her head, now can I?"

Y/n chuckled, swatting him playfully on the arm. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, a fondness evident in her voice.

"But you love me anyway," Draco teased, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against her temple.

Habit Continues

It had been a few months since Draco and Y/n's wedding, and they were settling into their married life together. Draco was still adjusting to the idea of being married , but he couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for Y/n. One morning, as they sat together in their cozy living room, Y/n was struggling with her unruly hair.

"Draco, I can't seem to get my hair to cooperate today," she sighed, frustration evident in her voice. Her Y/hc locks tumbled around her shoulders in an untamed fashion.

Draco looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, let me have a go at it, love. You know my talent for taming your wild locks," he offered, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to expect. Nevertheless, she handed him a hairbrush and sat back, watching as Draco approached her with a newfound determination. His fingers gently sifted through her hair, unraveling the knots and taming the wild strands.

As he worked, Draco found himself growing more and more engrossed in the task. The silky texture of Y/n's hair slipped through his fingers, and he reveled in the intimate act of caring for her in this simple way. Gradually, the unruly tresses began to submit to his touch, transforming into a sleek and elegant style that framed Y/n's face.

When he finished, Draco stepped back to admire his handiwork. Y/n turned to look at herself in the mirror, her emerald eyes widening in surprise and delight. "Draco, you did it! You actually tamed my hair," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Draco couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her reaction. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her temple. "Only for you, my darling," he murmured softly.

A Daily Ritual

Months turned into years, and Draco's newfound talent for styling Y/n's hair became a daily ritual. Each morning, they would sit in front of the vanity mirror in their shared bedroom, Draco standing behind Y/n with the hairbrush in hand. It had become their private moment, a way for them to connect and start the day in an intimate and loving manner.

Draco's fingers moved with practiced ease through Y/n's tresses, unraveling any knots and weaving them into intricate braids or elegant updos. Sometimes, he would experiment with different hairstyles, trying out new techniques he had learned from professional hairdressers or simply improvising.

Y/n would close her eyes, savoring the gentle touch of her husband's hands on her scalp. The sensation was soothing and comforting, a reminder of the love that had grown between them. She trusted Draco implicitly, allowing him to mold her hair into any style he desired, knowing that he would always make her look beautiful.

Occasionally, their son Scorpius would wander into their bedroom, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. At six years old, he had already developed a deep admiration for his father and a desire to emulate him in every way possible. He would perch himself on the edge of the bed, watching intently as Draco worked his magic on Y/n's hair.

"Can I help, Daddy?" Scorpius would ask, his voice filled with eagerness.

Draco would smile and ruffle his son's hair affectionately. "Of course, Scorp. Here, take this brush and try combing through Mummy's hair," he would say, passing Scorpius a smaller brush.

Father and Son Bonding

As the years went by, Draco noticed that Scorpius had developed a keen interest in hair styling, just like his father. It had become a shared passion between them, a way for them to bond and spend quality time together.

Draco and Scorpius would often find themselves in front of the vanity mirror, with Y/n sitting patiently between them. While Draco worked on one side of her head, Scorpius would take the other, mirroring his father's movements with a childlike enthusiasm.

Together, they would experiment with different hairstyles, laughing and joking as they tried to outdo each other. Sometimes, Scorpius would come up with imaginative creations that left both Draco and Y/n in fits of laughter.

As Scorpius combed through Y/n's hair, he would occasionally glance up at his mother, his eyes shining with adoration. "Mummy, you look so pretty," he would say, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Y/n would return his smile, her heart filled with warmth. "Thank you, sweetheart. You and Daddy make me feel beautiful every day," she would reply, her voice tinged with love.

A Shared Tradition

As time passed, the habit of doing Y/n's hair became a cherished tradition for the Malfoy family. It was something they looked forward to every morning, a moment of connection and love amidst the chaos of their daily lives.

Draco and Scorpius had become skilled in their craft, each with their own unique flair. They would take turns, one styling Y/n's hair while the other watched, ready to offer compliments or suggestions. It had become a dance of love, a symphony of trust and affection.

Sometimes, Y/n would join in the fun, attempting to style Draco or Scorpius' hair, much to their amusement. They would all end up in fits of laughter, hairbrushes and hair ties strewn across the room, as they playfully teased and styled each other.

Through the years, their love only grew stronger, intertwined with the simple act of taming Y/n's unruly locks. It was a constant reminder of their journey from enemies to lovers, a testament to the power of love and forgiveness.

In the quiet moments, as Draco's fingers glided through Y/n's hair, and Scorpius followed suit, the room would be filled with an unspoken understanding—a bond that transcended words. They were a family, united by love and the shared joy of caring for one another, one strand of hair at a time.

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The Fae's Vanity

The High King with a tail

Description : Cardan does Y/n's eyeliner

warnings : none

Cardan stood in front of the ornate vanity mirror in their chambers, a delicate silver eyeliner pencil in his hand. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls adorned with rich tapestries. He admired his own reflection, his unruly raven hair falling gracefully around his sharp features, and his dark eyes lined with kohl gazing back at him.

Y/n entered the room, her hair cascading down her back. She wore a simple yet elegant gown, the fabric a deep shade of forest green that accentuated her every curve. Her gaze met Cardan's in the mirror, and she flashed him a mischievous smile. She approached him with a confident stride, her steps as graceful as a cat's.

"Darling," Cardan purred, his voice holding a mixture of affection and amusement. "It seems we have a ball to attend, and you, my love, are in need of my expertise." He twirled the eyeliner pencil playfully between his fingers before extending his hand, inviting her to join him.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, do enlighten me, my king. I'm eager to see what talents you possess beyond ruling the fae realm." She sauntered closer, taking her place in front of the mirror, standing beside Cardan.

Cardan's lips curved into a sly grin as he dipped the eyeliner pencil in its container, gathering just the right amount of dark pigment. With a steady hand, he leaned in closer, gently brushing the pencil along the edge of Y/n's eyelids, tracing a flawless line. His touch was feather-light, the intimacy of the moment heightened by the silence that enveloped them.

"Darling," he murmured, his voice a soft melody that danced in the air, "you mustn't smudge it. The court will be in awe of your beauty.”

Y/n held her breath, feeling the coolness of the pencil against her skin. She couldn't help but marvel at the delicate precision with which Cardan applied the eyeliner. It was an unexpected tenderness, a vulnerability she only shared with him . Her lips curved into a wry smile, her eyes meeting Cardan's in the mirror.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, my king," she retorted, her voice laced with playful sarcasm. "But thank you for reminding me not to ruin your masterpiece."

Cardan's touch lingered, his fingertips grazing her cheek ever so lightly. "Flattery has always been my weapon of choice," he replied, his tone filled with genuine affection. "But with you, Y/n, it is not flattery. It is truth."

As he finished applying the eyeliner, Cardan took a step back, admiring his handiwork. Y/n's eyes sparkled with a newfound allure, the darkness of the liner enhancing their natural brilliance. She turned to face him, her expression a mixture of adoration and mischief.

"Thank you, my king," Y/n said, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "I suppose I owe you for this small favor."

Cardan chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. "Indeed, you do, my love. But I'm sure we can negotiate the terms of your repayment later."

The air between them crackled with an undeniable chemistry, their banter a dance of wit and desire. They were a formidable duo, each possessing their own strengths and flaws, but together they were unstoppable.

They stood there, their eyes locked in a silent understanding, as if all the secrets of their hearts were shared between them. In that moment, the bond between Cardan and Y/n transcended the boundaries of their respective worlds.

Breaking the spell, Y/n playfully tugged at Cardan's tail, causing him to startle and chuckle. "Now, my king," she said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "let's see if you can find a way to tame this wild creature of yours."

Cardan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, my darling Y/n," he replied, his voice tinged with a challenge, "you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

With a final glance in the mirror, Y/n and Cardan exchanged a knowing look. Their hearts intertwined, their souls entwined, they were ready to conquer the ball and any obstacle that stood in their way. Love, ambition, and a touch of mischief danced in their eyes as they left the chambers, hand in hand, ready to face the world together.

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Inherited Promises

Draco Malfoy x Potter reader

Description : Y/n seeing her father and uncles in her boyfriend and his friends

I just feel like they are similar

we don't consider that rat as a Marauder

Y/n walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, her emerald green eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. It was a quiet afternoon, and most students were either in class or enjoying the outdoors. As she turned a corner, she caught sight of three figures ahead. Draco, Theo, and Blaise. The Slytherin trio. The Marauders, as she liked to think of them.

Her heart skipped a beat as memories flooded her mind. Memories of her father, James Potter, and her uncles, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. The mischievous smiles, the pranks, the laughter. They were the Marauders, and now, Draco, Theo, and Blaise embodied that spirit.

Draco, with his platinum blond hair glistening in the sunlight, stood tall and proud, exuding an air of confidence that mirrored her father's. His dark grey eyes twinkled mischievously, and his infamous smirk adorned his face. The sight of Draco stirred emotions within her that were both familiar and comforting. As she watched him banter with Theo and Blaise, Y/n's heart warmed, drawing comparisons between Draco and her dad, who was known as Prongs during his time at Hogwarts.

Theo, with his shaggy black hair and a glint of mischief in his eyes, mirrored Sirius, her Godfather in both appearance and demeanor. His carefree nature and quick wit were reminiscent of the legendary troublemaker, and the way he interacted with Draco brought a smile to Y/n's face. Just like Padfoot, Theo had a knack for finding trouble and bringing laughter to their lives.

Blaise, with his refined features, calm demeanor and wise eyes, was a mirror of her uncle Moony, a werewolf with a golden heart. His thoughtful nature and loyalty were apparent in the way he stood by Draco's side, just as Remus had stood by her father and Sirius during their time as the Marauders. In her heart, Y/n knew she could always count on Blaise, just as her parents had relied on Uncle Remus.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/n felt a surge of nostalgia and affection. They were her family now, her brothers in every sense of the word. The past animosity between her and Draco seemed like a distant memory. They had grown, changed, and love had blossomed where hatred once thrived.

Draco turned his head, his gaze meeting hers, and a slow smile spread across his face. "There's my love," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Come join us."

Y/n's heart fluttered at his endearment, and she walked over to him, her steps light and graceful. She couldn't resist teasing him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, well, ferret. Causing trouble with your friends?"

Draco chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Always," he replied, his voice filled with pride. "But I believe we're the charming kind of troublemakers."

Theo and Blaise laughed, joining in the banter. "You know it, Y/n/n," Theo said, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "We've got a reputation to uphold."

Y/n's smile widened, her heart swelling with warmth. As she stood beside Draco, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. She looked at him, her eyes filled with affection, and whispered, "Ferret, sometimes I can't help but think of my dad and uncles when I see you and your friends. Just like them always up to no good, but with hearts full of loyalty and love. It's like they've been reborn in all of you."

Draco's smirk softened, and he entwined his fingers with hers. "They were legends, Y/n. And if I can even come close to being half the man your father was, I'll consider myself lucky."

They all went to the Great Hall and settled down. The Sorting Hat began its song, and Y/n's attention shifted to the first years being sorted into their Houses. But even as the sorting continued, she couldn't shake the feeling that her father's spirit lived on in the halls of Hogwarts, embodied by Draco and his friends.

Throughout the evening, as Y/n reunited with her fellow Y/H and settled into her dormitory, her mind kept drifting back to Draco and the Slytherin trio. She knew their journey together wouldn't be without challenges, just like her parents' relationship had faced its fair share of obstacles. But she also knew that love could conquer even the deepest divides.

As she lay in bed, Y/n let the memories of her father, his friends, and her own journey with Draco wash over her. Together, they were the next generation of mischief-makers, weaving their own story within the hallowed walls of Hogwarts. And as they carried on the legacy of the Marauders, love and friendship intertwined, Y/n knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

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Serpent's Shield

Draco Malfoy

Description : Theo and Blaise being the ultimate wingmen and protecting Y/n through Hogwarts and beyond

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Draco's Friends Being Protective

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was bustling with students going about their daily routines. Draco Malfoy, with his platinum blond hair and smug expression, was striding through the corridors, accompanied by his loyal friends, Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini. Their presence exuded an air of superiority, and their eyes scanned the surroundings for any potential threats.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Y/n , with her unruly Y/hc hair cascading around her shoulders, sat with her fellow Y/H classmates. Her Y/ec eyes sparkled with mischief as she engaged in lively conversations. She had come a long way from her early days at Hogwarts when she and Draco were sworn enemies.

As the lunch break approached, Draco excused himself from his friends, intending to join Y/n. Sensing his departure, Theo and Blaise exchanged knowing glances. They had seen the love that blossomed between Draco and Y/n, but they also understood the lingering prejudices of Draco's pureblood upbringing.

Blaise, with his observant nature, leaned closer to Theo and whispered, "Keep an eye on Y/n while Draco is away. We know how protective he is of her."

Theo nodded in agreement, his dark eyes focused on Y/n's table. He had witnessed their journey from animosity to love, and he vowed to protect their happiness at any cost.

A Protective Stance

The Potions classroom buzzed with activity as students prepared ingredients for their potions. Draco and Y/n worked at neighboring desks, casting occasional glances at each other. Draco's focus was split between his potion and the desire to ensure Y/n's safety, even when he wasn't by her side.

Meanwhile, Theo and Blaise, who were seated in the back row, exchanged a knowing glance. Theo nudged Blaise with his elbow, gesturing toward Y/n, who was momentarily distracted while stirring her potion.

"I'll be right back," Blaise said quietly, making his way toward Y/n's desk.

As Y/n looked up, she found Blaise standing beside her, a protective glint in his eyes. He leaned in and whispered, "Need any help with that potion Y/n/n?"

She smiled gratefully, recognizing the genuine concern in his voice. "I think I've got it, but thank you, Blaise."

Blaise nodded and returned to his seat, shooting a reassuring look at Draco. Y/n felt a warm sense of security knowing that Draco's friends cared for her well-being just as much as he did.

A Watchful Eye

In the library , Y/n sat on a plush armchair, engrossed in a book. The crackling fireplace cast a warm glow on her face as she read, occasionally running her fingers through her hair. Unbeknownst to her, Theo and Blaise had taken it upon themselves to keep a watchful eye from a distance.

Theo leaned against a nearby bookshelf, his gaze fixed on Y/n. "She's too engrossed in that book. What if someone tries to bother her?"

Blaise, ever the rational one, replied, "Relax, Theo. She's more than capable of handling herself. But it never hurts to be cautious."

Just as he finished speaking, a group of rowdy Gryffindor boys approached Y/n, eyeing her with mischievous intent. Sensing trouble, Blaise straightened up, ready to intervene.

Before he could make a move, Y/n closed her book with a determined look on her face. She stood up, her eyes flashing with confidence. "If any of you boys think you can intimidate me, think again. I won't hesitate to hex you into next week."

Theo and Blaise exchanged impressed smiles as the group of boys, taken aback by her fierce demeanor, backed off and left Y/n alone.

Standing Up for Y/n

It was a chilly evening at Hogwarts, and the students had gathered in the courtyard, enjoying the festivities of the Yule Ball. Y/n, in her flowing gown, looked resplendent as she twirled across the dance floor with Draco by her side. They had managed to steal a moment away from the crowd, reveling in their newfound affection.

However, as they passed a group of Ravenclaw students, whispers and jeers followed in their wake. Y/n's smile wavered, her grip on Draco's hand tightening. Sensing her unease, Draco's protective instincts kicked in, his grey eyes narrowing with determination.

But before he could confront the Ravenclaws, Theo and Blaise stepped forward, intercepting the group. Theo's voice rang out, laced with authority. "If any of you dare to insult Y/n, you'll answer to all of us."

The Ravenclaws faltered, their mocking expressions turning into ones of caution. Blaise, his voice dripping with warning, added, "She's Draco's girl. Show some respect."

The scene shifted, and years passed, but the protectiveness of Theo and Blaise remained steadfast.

Theo and Blaise's Unwavering Protection

Years had passed since their Hogwarts days, and Draco and Y/n were now happily married. Their home was a sanctuary where they built a life together, shielded from the remnants of their past. Yet, Theo and Blaise's protective instincts remained as strong as ever.

On a sunny afternoon, Draco had to attend an urgent meeting at the Ministry, leaving Y/n at home. Sensing Draco's absence, Theo and Blaise decided to pay her a visit.

Y/n welcomed them with a warm smile and invited them inside. As they settled in the cozy living room, Theo couldn't help but voice his concern. "You know, Y/n/n, we'll always be here for you, even when Draco isn't around. You're like family to us."

Blaise nodded, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You're our sister, Y/n/n, and we won't let anything or anyone harm you. Not now, not ever."

Y/n's eyes shimmered with gratitude as she squeezed their hands. "Thank you, boys. I know I'm safe with you by my side. Draco is lucky to have you both and so am I."

A Protective Gesture

In the late evening, Draco returned home from his long day at the Ministry. He found Y/n, Theo, and Blaise gathered in the living room, engaged in a lighthearted conversation. Draco's eyes softened as he took in the sight of his wife and friends, their bond unbreakable.

As he approached Y/n, Draco noticed something different. On her wrist, she wore a delicate silver bracelet adorned with protective charms. It was a gift from Theo and Blaise, a symbol of their unwavering love and protection.

Draco's heart swelled with gratitude as he leaned down to kiss Y/n's forehead. "Thank you for looking after my love when I'm away, you two. I couldn't ask for better friends."

Theo smirked playfully, his eyes twinkling. "We prefer to call it 'keeping your darling safe,' Draco."

Blaise chuckled and added, "Besides, who else is going to make sure your wife doesn't hex anyone who dares to cross her?"

A Night Out

Draco and Y/n, stepped into a bustling wizarding pub, hand in hand. The dimly lit room was filled with laughter and chatter, but Draco's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, ever vigilant for any potential threat.

Unbeknownst to them, Theo and Blaise had been observing their every move from a corner table. They exchanged a knowing look and rose to their feet, determined to ensure Y/n's safety. As Draco and Y/n settled at the bar, engaged in light banter, Theo and Blaise positioned themselves strategically around the room, their presence a silent shield.

A Jealous Encounter

At a lavish wizarding event, Y/n, adorned in an elegant gown, radiated beauty and grace. Draco, unable to tear his eyes away from her, held her possessively by his side. They mingled with the elite, the envy of many.

However, as the night progressed, an admirer approached Y/n, his intentions not entirely pure. Draco's instincts flared, but before he could intervene, Blaise smoothly intercepted the intruder, his eyes flashing with warning. "I believe she's taken."

The admirer retreated, realizing he had underestimated the strength of Y/n's protectors. Blaise turned to Y/n, a playful grin on his face. "Seems like we still have to remind people she's yours, Draco."

The Next Generation of Protection

In the cozy confines of Draco and Y/n's home, Scorpius, their young son, played with his toy broomstick, his grey eyes reflecting the innocent joy of childhood. Draco watched him fondly, his heart swelling with pride and love.

Theo and Blaise, now older but no less protective, sat nearby, their eyes trained on Scorpius. Blaise's voice held a hint of amusement. "Looks like Scorpius is going to have his own set of protectors someday."

Theo chuckled, his gaze never leaving the young boy. "Indeed. And we'll be right here, ensuring his happiness and safety, just like we did for his parents."

As the years went by, Draco's friends remained steadfast in their protective nature, ensuring that Y/n, their once-archnemesis-turned-love, would always feel safe and cherished, surrounded by the unwavering loyalty of those closest to Draco's heart.

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idk why but in my imagination these three remind me on Prongs, Padfoot and Moony 🤷‍♀️

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Whispered Triumphs

Draco Malfoy

Description : Despite being a mama's boy Scorpius first word being 'Dada' and Draco never letting this go ✨

fluff

The Malfoy Manor was bathed in a warm, golden glow as Draco Malfoy stood in the nursery, watching over his six-month-old son, Scorpius. The little boy lay on his back, gurgling happily and reaching out his tiny hands towards his father. Draco couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with pride and love.

"Come on, Scorpius," Draco cooed, bending down and scooping his son into his arms. "Let's go find your mother."

Scorpius giggled in response, his chubby cheeks dimpling as Draco carried him down the grand staircase and towards the living room. As they entered, Draco spotted his wife, Y/n, seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. Her y/hc hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her y/ec eyes sparkled with intelligence.

"Look who's here, love," Draco said, his voice laced with adoration. "It's your favorite little man."

Y/n looked up from her book, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Oh, there's my little Scorp!" she exclaimed, reaching out to take him from Draco's arms. "How's my handsome boy doing today?"

Scorpius squealed with delight, kicking his legs excitedly as he was transferred into his mother's loving embrace. Y/n pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, and Draco couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Scorpius gurgled happily, his tiny hands reaching out for Draco, who was kneeling in front of him. "Dada," the baby babbled, his y/ec eyes sparkling with joy.

Draco's heart swelled with pride, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Did you hear that, Y/n? Our little prince just called me 'Dada'!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with elation.

Y/n, caught off guard by the unexpected word, blinked in surprise. "Oh, Merlin, he did, didn't he?" she replied, her voice filled with equal parts astonishment and amusement. She leaned forward, her fingers gently brushing against Scorpius' soft cheek. "Dada, huh? Looks like you've made your choice, Scorp," she whispered playfully.

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Cozy afternoon Years had passed since that cherished moment, but Draco still couldn't resist teasing Y/n about it. They now sat together in the cozy living room of their spacious home, with Scorpius now a lovely two-year-old playing on the carpeted floor, the crackling fireplace casting a warm glow over them.

Y/n was engrossed in a book, her y/ec eyes flickering across the pages. Draco, with a mischievous glint in his gray eyes, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You remember when Scorp said his first word, don't you?"

Y/n looked up from her book, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Of course I do," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "It was 'dada.' Why?"

Draco smirked, his gaze filled with playful triumph. "Well, you know, love," he drawled, "it's just amusing how your son's first word was 'dada,' not 'mama.'"

Y/n rolled her eyes, a fond smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, here we go again," she chuckled, shaking her head. "You never miss an opportunity to remind me, do you?"

Draco leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. "No, darling," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "I'll never let you forget that our little Scorp chose to say 'dada' first. It's a testament to his good taste."

Golden evening On a warm summer evening, Draco and Y/n strolled hand in hand through their lush garden. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and fireflies danced around them. Draco's gaze was filled with affection as he looked at his wife.

"You know, Y/n," he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Scorp's first word being 'dada' is proof that deep down, he knows who the better parent is."

Y/n laughed, her melodic voice mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves. "Oh, really?" she countered playfully. "I suppose that's why he always cries for 'mama' when he's hungry or needs a cuddle."

Draco chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Touché, my love," he conceded, his voice filled with warmth. "But don't forget, he said 'dada' first."

Autumn Afternoon

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the Malfoy family had gathered at the nearby park. Scorpius, now a lively four-year-old, ran around gleefully, his laughter echoing through the air. Draco and Y/n sat on a bench, watching their son's antics with joy.

"He's growing up so fast," Y/n mused, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "Remember when he said his first word? 'Dada.' I still can't believe it."

Draco smirked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice teasing. "The infamous 'dada' that melted my heart and shattered your dreams of being the first word."

Y/n playfully nudged him, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, hush," she replied, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're just lucky Scorp has good taste in parents."

Tasteful Delights

Draco and Y/n were now sitting at the kitchen table of their manor, the scent of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. Scorpius, now a rambunctious six-year-old, was eagerly devouring his breakfast.

Draco watched his son with a fond smile, his gaze flickering to Y/n. "You know, love," he said, his voice tinged with playful nostalgia, "Scorpius not only inherited my looks, but his first word was also 'dada.' Quite the blow to your ego, wouldn't you say?"

Y/n rolled her eyes affectionately, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Oh, don't remind me. You've been rubbing it in for years," she replied, feigning exasperation. She leaned back, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "But let's not forget that he has my y/ec eyes. "

Draco chuckled, his laughter filling the room. "Ah, yes, those captivating y/ec eyes of yours. I suppose Scorpius couldn't resist inheriting them," he replied, his voice laced with playful admiration.

The Birthday Celebration

The Malfoy family gathered around a long dining table, celebrating Scorpius's eight birthday. Presents were strewn across the room, and the air was filled with laughter and excitement. Draco, unable to resist his teasing nature, cleared his throat and raised his glass for a toast.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Draco began, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Today, we gather to celebrate our beloved Scorpius. And while he continues to be his mother's joy, I must remind you all that his first word was 'dada.' A testament to his impeccable taste, if I do say so myself."

Y/n blushed, her eyes playfully narrowing at Draco. "Oh, Draco, can't you let that go? It's been years!"

Draco smirked, clinking his glass against Y/n's. "Ah, but my love, some things are just too precious to be forgotten."

A New Chapter Scorpius was now preparing to embark on his journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Malfoy family gathered in the living room, surrounded by trunks and school supplies. Excitement and a touch of nostalgia filled the air.

Draco watched as Scorpius, now a young boy of eleven, double-checked his belongings, his y/ec eyes shining with anticipation. Y/n stood nearby, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and sadness at the thought of her son leaving for Hogwarts.

"Mum, Dad" Scorpius called out, a mischievous grin on his face. "I'm all set! Are we ready to go?"

Draco couldn't help but smirk at his son's enthusiasm. "Almost, Scorp. But before we leave, do you remember what your first word was?"

Scorpius blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Um, yes. It was 'dada.' Why?"

Draco turned to his wife, a twinkle in his eyes. "Do you remember, love? Our little Scorp's first word was 'dada.' Isn't that remarkable?"

Y/n let out a mock sigh, feigning exasperation. "Oh, Ferret, really? Must you bring that up again? I'm starting to think you're the one who needs a reminder."

Scorpius burst into giggles, thoroughly enjoying his parents' banter. He knew it was a running joke between them, and he found it incredibly amusing.

Draco wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist, pulling her close, his voice laced with amusement. "Ah, but it's still one of my favorite memories. Our little Scorp, a complete mama's boy, and his first word was 'dada.' I must admit, I was rather proud."

Y/n playfully swatted Draco's arm. "You'll never let me live it down, will you?"

Draco leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "But darling, it's a moment worth cherishing. Our son, proclaiming his love for his father. How can I resist reminding you of it?"

Scorpius tugged at his father's sleeve, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Dad, can't you remind Mum about that when I bring home my first report card?"

Draco laughed heartily, his pride for his son shining through. "Of course, Scorp. It'll be our little secret weapon."

As the years passed since that endearing moment, Draco never missed a chance to remind Y/n of that cherished moment when their son's first word had been "dada." Each time, it served as a reminder of their journey , and the unbreakable bond they had formed as a family. And amidst the teasing and laughter, their love for one another only grew stronger, like an everlasting flame in the midst of a gentle breeze.

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Shattered Reflections

Draco Malfoy

Description : Draco's past comes back to haunt him

w/c : 695

The sun was setting over the sprawling grounds of Malfoy Manor, casting a warm golden glow across the elegant estate. Inside, Draco Malfoy sat in his study, surrounded by shelves filled with ancient tomes and artifacts. The room exuded an air of sophistication and a touch of darkness, much like its owner.

Draco was engrossed in his thoughts, contemplating the past and the choices he had made. His mind often wandered back to his days as a Death Eater, a time when darkness and hatred had consumed his every action. Those days were long gone now, buried beneath layers of regret and remorse. Draco had changed, or at least he had tried to, but sometimes, the memories clawed their way back to the surface, haunting him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. He quickened his pace and found his son, Scorpius, playing with his toy broomstick on the plush carpet. The six-year-old had inherited Draco's platinum blond hair, but his mother's vivid y/ec eyes sparkled with innocence and curiosity.

Draco couldn't help but smile at the sight of his son, his heart swelling with love. He crouched down beside Scorpius, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Hey there, Scorp. Having fun?"

Scorpius grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Yes, Daddy! I'm practicing to be the best Quidditch player, just like you!"

Draco's heart swelled with pride, but beneath the surface, there was a sadness. He knew that Scorpius was growing up, and soon, he would have to confront the truth about his father's past. The thought made Draco uneasy, fearing that it would shatter the innocence his son held so dear.

Later that evening, as Draco tucked Scorpius into bed, the young boy looked up at his father, his gaze filled with curiosity. "Daddy, can I ask you something?"

Draco nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Of course, Scorp. What is it?"

Scorpius hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "I... I heard some kids at park talking about... about Death Eaters," he stammered. "They said... they said you were one of them."

Draco's heart clenched at the vulnerability in his son's voice. He knew that Scorpius had been curious about his past, about the stories that whispered through the corners of the wizarding world. But Draco had always shielded him from the darker parts of his history, wanting to protect him from the truth.

A mixture of fear and confusion danced in Scorpius's eyes. "Are... are you a bad person, Daddy?" he asked, his voice quivering.

Draco felt his breath catch in his throat. He couldn't bear to see the fear in his son's eyes, to think that he had caused such pain and doubt. Pushing back his own emotions, he forced a small, sad smile. "No, Scorp, I'm not a bad person. But I made some terrible choices when I was younger. I was... misguided."

Scorpius's brow furrowed, his young mind grappling with the conflicting images of his father as both the loving figure he knew and the notorious Death Eater. "But... but you're not like them anymore, right? You're good now, right?"

Draco nodded, his voice filled with conviction. "Yes, Scorp. I've changed, and I've spent every day since trying to be a better person. I'll do anything to protect you and make you proud."

Scorpius hesitated for a moment, his voice trembled as he whispered, "I was scared, Daddy. Scared of what I heard, scared of what you might have done. I don't want you to be a bad person, Daddy. "

Draco's heart shattered at his son's admission, tears welling up in his eyes. He reached out and pulled Scorpius into a tight embrace, holding him close. "I'm so sorry, Scorp," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I never wanted you to be scared of me. I love you more than anything in this world."

As father and son held each other, Y/n with her unruly hair cascading over her shoulders, stepped into the room. She had been listening from the doorway, her heart aching for both her husband and son. She approached them, her eyes filled with love and understanding.

Sitting beside them, she gently brushed a strand of hair away from Scorpius's face. "Scorp, your father made some mistakes in the past, but he has worked hard to change. He's not defined by the choices he made, but by the person he is now. Draco loves you more than anything, and he would never let anything harm you."

Scorpius looked up at his mother, his watery eyes searching for reassurance. Y/n smiled, her touch soothing his fears. "You have the best of both of us, Scorp. Your father's strength and your mother's love. You're a part of both our worlds, and we'll always be here for you."

Draco watched as Y/n comforted their son, a mix of gratitude and love washing over him. He knew he had made mistakes, but in that moment, he vowed to protect Scorpius from the shadows of his past and to be the father his son deserved.

As the three of them embraced, a sense of healing washed over their little family. In that moment, they forged a bond stronger than ever, reaffirming their love and devotion to one another. From the darkness of Draco's past emerged a flicker of hope, a reminder that redemption and forgiveness were possible, even in the face of deep-rooted pain. And together, they would navigate the complexities of their intertwined lives, guided by love and the promise of a brighter future.

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