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dracoxmalereader · 19 days

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Hello again

This is kinda personal for me can you maybe do a high school au where reader is a drama nerd and Draco a jocks and after the show he was in (idc which one) some boys harass him physically and Draco there to protect you, and they share a little make out session

Encore

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Muggle!Everyone, nomag AU, Draco and Crabbe and Goyle are jocks and you're a theater nerd.

Summary: You've been looking forward to your months of dedication paying off, and you're proud of the work everyone put in to make the show happen. That being said... is it so much to ask for to play a part in peace for once?

Word Count: 856

“Just waiting on my ride.”

You wave goodbye to the last of your castmates, watching them nod back at your reassurance and leave for the exit. You lean back against a locker-lined wall, twiddling your thumbs behind your back to stave off boredom.

Guttural snickering worms its way down the hallway towards you. Goyle’s big head makes itself known in the shadows.

You watch for a couple moments as he lurks closer, Crabbe emerging from the same curtaining darkness right behind him. They bring their obnoxious cackling with them. You roll your eyes and let out a sigh. How do they always find you?

“Right, what’s this we have here?” Goyle’s face contorts into an ugly smirk at Crabbe.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” You groan.

It falls useless in the rising volume of Crabbe and Goyle’s cruel laughter, and before you know it you’re being pushed around. Goyle yanks you towards him by the collar of your shirt just to shove you backwards into Crabbe’s open palms.

“What are you imbeciles doing now?”

Draco’s voice has Crabbe and Goyle turning towards him. He stomps down the hallway, his stance wide. Your heart beats a little faster at the sight alone.

“‘Bout time you showed up.” Goyle snickers.

“We’re taking the piss out of this knob jockey-”

Draco interrupts Crabbe. “Like he’s worth any of your time.” He barks, grabbing your arm when he finally gets to you. “Piss off, yeah?”

With a sneer at Crabbe and Goyle, he’s tugging you away. The two bullies incessant yapping fades. Goyle bellows something about Draco taking the fun all for himself.

It doesn’t halt him in the slightest, his hand steady, pulling you down the dark corridor with practiced confidence until you’re swallowed by the shadows and pushed into a stairwell.

The side exit below the stairs casts a glow from the parking lot. It bounces off Draco’s face where you both come to stand, giving the grey of his eyes a bluish tint. Tense silence fills the air between you; Draco crosses his arms.

You mutter, “Thanks.”

He wastes no time in getting to the point. “Why do you let them push you around like that?”

“They’re your friends.”

“And you know I think they’re a set of complete wankers.” His brows pinch inwards. “What would you have done if I hadn’t come down the hall? Just let them do anything they want to you?”

Your eyes are rolling before he even finishes his sentence. You opt not to respond, looking away and watching some car pull out of the parking lot outside.

He scoffs. The sound of his shoe has an echo when it hits the floor with his step back, gaze trailed on your face. After a moment of quiet, he sighs. His arms uncross.

“Wimp.” He says, almost fondly.

“That’s why I have you to protect me, right?” You levy a smile at him, looking to ease any lingering awkwardness. “Scary dog privileges and all that.”

He chuckles, a grin tugging at the side of his mouth. “Damn right.”

Then he’s stepping closer again. One hand comes up to tug on the tie of your costume, fumbling to undo the knot. It slips from your collar and he stuffs it in his own pocket for safekeeping. Your eyes meet again.

“You look ridiculous in this, by the way.” His one-sided grin refines to a smug, teasing jeer. “Like purple Potter.”

“It’s Professor Plum, you nitwit. Were you even watching the show?” You laugh.

He reaches up to pull the round-framed glasses off your face. “I was more focused on how I was going to get these bloody things off you.”

He doesn’t offer the glasses the same courtesy as the tie, letting them fall to the floor. The complaint that bubbles in your throat about dropping props dies before it reaches your tongue. Draco’s hand snakes around to the back of your neck and he presses his lips to yours. Can’t argue with that.

You tilt your heads in unison, noses brushing past one another. His breath puffs out his nostrils onto your upper lip, and you can’t help but laugh, smile breaking the kiss. He pulls back, hand leaving your neck. He bends down to pick up the glasses.

“You still driving me home?”

He hands the frames to you. “As long as you don’t put your dumb music on again.” He chuckles again.

Your smile widens. “Come on, you know it’s growing on you.”

He rolls his eyes, but the smirk that his face has settled into doesn’t falter. His hand grabs yours and he tugs you towards the door, pushing it open and holding it with his foot so you can go first.

You tuck the prop glasses into your pocket as the two of you are walking through the parking lot. You take your seats in Draco’s expensive car. When the engine revs, your eyes meet in the internal mirror. You wink, and a breath of laughter blows out of him.

After that, well, it’s not hard at all to talk him into putting on your “dumb music”.

So sorry this took so long, I hope it being the first ever mouth kiss on my blog makes up for it. </3 This was so fun to write it was mwah chefs kiss. First ever non-hogwarts AU here, too.

I hope it's okay that it wasn't really a makeout makeout, I simply don't trust myself to write that in a not horribly wattpad-esque way.

I hope all of y'all crickets got to enjoy the eclipse today. 😎 Fear not if you didn't, I took many a picture both through my eclipse glasses and not. I didn't get the total total eclipse though, it was only 90 something percent covered where I am. Don't make fun of the grain, I have a pixel 3.

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In Every Universe

Draco x Male Reader

Context: My normal Huff!Reader during 5th year <3 I imagine it's very close to winter break, but I guess it could also be read as taking place right after.

Summary: Things have been tense since Draco's made a habit of putting his position in Umbridge's good graces above you, but maybe not all's lost.

Word Count: 877

Dewy grass smushes under you, wetting your fingers and the backs of your pants as you both sit down with a thump.

The moon hangs high, clouds reflecting off the dark water of the great lake. Wooden bridges cut through the stillness alongside the muddy seaweed that floats just under the surface. Slushy, freezing air bites at your nose. You sniffle.

Even if Draco had guaranteed you impunity on account of his place in Umbridge’s squad, a prickling static of anxiety jabs at the inside of your chest. You’re hesitant to be out here.

Tension settles over the atmosphere between you. Your chilly knuckles lock together under a temperamental sky. Fixing your gaze on the pillows of gray that roll to cover the stars, you try in vain to lose yourself in the humid winter breeze.

Draco lets out a sigh before falling backwards, cringing at the mud that meets his back, but settling nonetheless. A cold puff of air clouds from his nostrils. You watch it disperse before you follow, laying beside him

“About time we got an hour or two to ourselves,” He says. “‘Course we could have more if you still came to quidditch.”

The snark in his tone isn’t lost on you. “Draco.” You groan, a warning.

He rolls his eyes. Your grip on each other’s hands loosens, and he traces gentle shapes on the expanse of your palm, shapes you can barely feel through the bandage. His eyebrows draw inwards, fingers stilling over the fabric.

The concern you’ve been aching for pulls at his features; too little too late. Nerves pang in the back of your throat. You’re already strung tight.

“What’s this from?” He asks.

“Don’t worry about it,” You can’t help the retaliation that oozes around your words. “It’s not like it matters.”

Draco sighs again. “Don’t be like this.”

“It’s whatever, really.” You assert.

His forehead wrinkles, expression morphing to something more peeved than worried. It’s hard to wrench your gaze away from the sneer that his face cinches into.

“Let’s not argue, yeah?” You audibly swallow as you say it, taking a shaky breath. The cold burns your throat. “Let’s just… watch the sky or something.”

Draco huffs and rolls his eyes. He shimmies in place, but doesn’t reply. Awkward silence swells before it ebbs into the icy whistles of the wind. Conflict drains into the muddy, chilled grass below you.

Watching the stars pass the two of you by, your usual playfulness creeps back into the atmosphere. You squeeze his hand in your own once, twice, then you’re raising an arm to point his attention to the constellations.

“There’s Draco.” You tell him.

“Don’t suppose that one’s Y/N, do you?” He points his own finger at the spoonish belt of stars in the valley of his namesake.

For the first time in a while, a genuine laugh filters out of you. “I thought you told me that one’s Ursa Minor.”

“It’s overdue for a name change."

You turn your head to look at him, cheeks aching with the force of your grin, only to find him already staring. Your eyes meet, and he’s smirking at you. It’s as if you’re the only two people in the world.

Butterflies swarm in the pit of your stomach. You suck in more of the winter around you. Frost nips at the insides of your lungs, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind. You lick your lips and open your mouth to speak. It takes you a moment to find your words.

“Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

Draco’s expression hardens, clearly thinking. The swarm of butterflies in your stomach slowly glacier over and succumb to frostbite. Your own smile falls with it, focus flickering around his face.

His tongue juts out to dampen the blow. Pressure compresses your organs and it feels like there's no room for them in your body.

After a tense breath, he answers. “No.”

“Oh.” Your throat bobs around a thick swallow.

Weather be damned, warmth boils in the back of your eyes. Your brows pull in. Fingers loosen until your hand is slipping away from his. Draco doesn’t give you a chance to turn away before he’s grabbing it back, holding it tighter than he has in weeks. He leans up to look you in the eye.

“But,” He starts on a gasp, “We’re together in this one, and isn’t this the only universe that matters anyway?”

He says it like it’s built on the back of a last breath. It pierces through the goosebumps on your skin to sink in further, melting into your bones. Your face heats up.

A gust of air sends his hair swooping in an unkempt direction. Somewhere in the lake, a fish or mermaid sends ripples to the surface. A chuckle crawls out under the roof of your mouth.

You squeeze his hand like your life depends on it. In some other universe, there’s no winter chattering your teeth. In some other universe, there’s no bandage on your hand. Maybe there’s one with no Dolores Umbridge at all.

But, you suppose, watching Draco angrily fix his hair and curse the wind under his breath: this is the only universe that matters anyway, isn’t it?

My most heavily edited cover to date, I swear I didn't mean to make it as twilight-esque as it turned out. TT blame the color filter on my laptop.

I solidly believe I should have waited until after the eclipse to write and edit this stuff because the pictures I took of the sun would body on a cover. I'll attach them to my next one probably.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x male reader #draco x male reader #draco x reader #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy x reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fic #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #tagging is hard

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dracoxmalereader · 19 days

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detective themed dividers

source▪️f2u (please don't claim as your own)

requested by anon

#using these #so whimsical #and scholarly #I love it

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#using these #beautiful #would drink

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dracoxmalereader · 2 months

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HELLOOOOO 😁😁😁

I request that you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE continue making chapters to the Intense series PLEASEEEE 🙏😩 I'M BEGGING ON MY KNEES (not really lmao) PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

anyway slay ALL day pookie 🫶🫶 😘

Tempermental

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Yes I know the title is misspelled. No I don't care. Why is there an 'A' in temperamental? I refuse to endorse that. Here's the eighth chapter of "Intense" which can be read in full on Ao3 or Wattpad

Summary: Draco's entirely too satisfied with himself having knocked that scarhead down a couple pegs in the train car. What a peculiar coincidence he just so happens to bump into you...

Word Count: 695

The train door clutters shut behind him. Draco steps onto the platform of Hogsmeade station.

Anger lingers in the breath he lets out, rolling his eyes at nobody in particular. He takes a moment to scan his surroundings, not quite thoroughly enough as he rounds to his right and a body slams into him. Somewhere in the distance, a nightingale echoes a trill into the wet air.

“Watch where you’re going, prat.” He barks, instinctively shoving the weight away from him.

“Hello to you, too, Draco.” Your familiar voice makes his lungs stutter in his chest.

He swallows the lump of guilt that bubbles up the back of his throat, watching you wobble to stability. He fights the urge to reach out and steady you himself.

You brush his shove off the front of your clothes, and Draco looks you up and down. His sneer etches deeper into his face even as his heart picks up. A bag, cartoonishly large, weighs you down on one side. Book-shaped indents show through the fabric. How scholarly.

Your teeth catch a gleam of light from one of the lanterns, pointing a smile at him. It makes him want to kiss it off you. An uncomfortable wriggling under the skin of his arm unsettles him, makes him clench his left fist until his knuckles curl up past the hem of his sleeve. He reaches over to tug it further down.

“Dreadful summer you’ve had, no doubt.” You say. His frown deepens, brows tilting in. He decides that Potter isn’t the only subject that sounds bad in your mouth. “It’s all over the papers. You alright?”

“Chuffed.” He sarcastically huffs. His lips curl up around it as he speaks.

An amused puff of air files through your nostrils, your smile closing around your teeth. He internally mourns the sight of them. The tension in his chest settles into background noise, sparks popping to life against each of his individual ribs. Your hand reaches out to him in his peripherals.

He’s almost giddy for the contact, but another pang of white-hot pain swells in the ink that’s etched into his arm. He panics as your fingers creep around the fabric now dwelling at his wrist. With a scared breath and the quiet snag of your nails on fabric, he jerks his arm away.

You break the eye contact he hadn’t realized he’d been lost in to glance down and then back up again. Your eyebrows draw tight, one quirked up in confusion. Your smile falls. Draco feels his face heat up; sweat prickles at his pores.

Your hand lingers awkwardly in the space between the two of you. Part of him wants to reach out and grab it, lace your fingers together and feel your palms on his, only the more apprehensive of him nudging the urge to dormancy.

A smaller, more fragile part feels like he’s fourteen again. The last of his oxygen leaves his body when your eyes meet for the second time.

Thick silence hangs in the air, but then your fingers are rerouting themselves higher. He lets his arm fall back to his side, subtly trying to hide it behind himself. Your fingers brush up and slip under the lapel of his jacket. Draco feels like he’s swallowed his own tongue.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” You say it as the playful grin creeps back onto your face.

For a moment, he forgets he’s been given any task to complete this year at all.

He nods dumbly in agreement, head swimming when you back away from him. He hadn’t noticed when his face had relaxed, nor when his mouth had started to hang open, but he sucks a shaky breath into tight lungs and forces it closed as you turn away.

The airiness in his diaphragm filters out as the memory of his mission this school year comes back to him. He waits until you’re weaving into a fog-marred group of other Ravenclaws before he lets himself breathe out.

Standing there, watching you go, even as dread boils in his stomach; all he can bring himself to coherently think is: Merlin, I’m so in love with him.

Hope you enjoy your request pookie. You've all no idea how many rough drafts it took me to figure out where to go with this story. TT

Happy international women's day. Shout out to my mom and my sister and my best friend for being women. And any of you guys that are women and are reading this. I don't know why you're reading male reader fic if you're not a male reader but a reader is a reader fr. Good job being women, that shit is NOT for the faint of heart. Or so I'm told.

Working through my requests, but the brunt of my graduation project that's left is mostly waiting for people to email me back, so I shouldn't be as spotty as I've been. 18 days left until I have to present, lets get this bread (diploma).

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Info: these were all made by me. please reblog/like if using.

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dracoxmalereader · 2 months

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Remember all you. THIS is the post that triggered Rita's ban.

#fuck matt mullenweg #transgender #predstrogen #let transfems LIVE #trans rights

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Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

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Could you maybe do artist!reader please? Where reader misplaced his sketchbook and Draco finds it and is filled with amazing drawings and a full spread just dedicated to Draco. The reader finds him looking at the sketchbook and reader gets all embarrassed thinking Draco had stolen it just to make fun of him.

Thank you!

Picture Perfect

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Early fourth year Draco is what I had in mind when reading this, but it could be read as anything a before or a little after it, and they're seatmates in transfiguration. Reader can also be read as any house. I took a little liberties with the concept, so the reader leaves the sketchbook behind at their desk instead of losing it. Sorry if it doesn't do the concept justice, I was having a hard time figuring out how to arrange it and still have them interact dynamically without making it a multi-chaptered story, which I figured would be a drag to read. </3

Summary: Draco just wants to know what's got you lost in that book of yours chucking glances at him. Leaving it behind at your shared desk like this is... well, what you won't know won't hurt you.

Word Count: 1445

The scratching of your pencil is quick to pull Draco from his concentration. Your fingers tug it back and forth over your paper, and he watches from his peripherals as your eyes flicker between him and your book.

He turns his head, craning his neck to see, only for you to hunch over it. Your arm blocks the page from his view. The sound of McGonagall’s long-winded explanation of a color-change charm fades into background noise.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice a hushed whisper.

“Why are you asking?” You snark in return. Accusation coats your tone.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Merlin, can’t I be curious? You’ve always got your head buried in that stupid book.” He tries not to let his dejection show.

“Mind your business, Malfoy.”

From across the room, McGonagall clears her throat. The two of you look up to see her staring pointedly at you, unimpressed expression practically radiating an exasperated ‘I’ll wait.’

Draco sneers. He sneakily tries to catch a glimpse of your book as McGonagall continues her lesson, frustration bubbling up in his stomach when you inch farther from him in your seat and angle yourself and the book away.

He turns, leaning his head on his hands and trying not to let your fleeting gaze bother him.

Class draws on. McGonagall sets the lot of you free to practice the charm she’d gone over. Through the corner of his eye, Draco sees your friends lunge out of their seats and come sauntering up towards you.

“L/N!” One of them chirps. You're whisked away by the arm away from your shared desk, barely leaving you time to even close your book, much less take it with you.

Draco’s eyes trail to it, knuckles twitching. He debates in his head his course of action, hands inching towards it for just a second before Goyle lays a startling hand on his shoulder. He almost jumps out of his skin.

Whipping around to hiss at Goyle, he barks an insult at him.

“What are you doing? Gonna take a look in that weirdo’s sketchbook?” Goyle snickers, Crabbe and Pansy approaching behind him. “Let’s see it, then-” He steps around the front of the desk, reaching for the book.

Draco snatches it before he can grab it. “Piss off, you oaf! Last I checked this is your second worst class after charms, no?”

He narrows his eyes at Goyle, who stares back at him dumbly.

“That’s what I thought. It would do you well to pay attention for once, unless you’d rather all of Slytherin know what a bloody dunce you are.”

Goyle huffs through his nose, and Draco tucks the book into his robe.

“What’s got you throwing a wobbly, Malfoy?” Crabbe asks. He settles into your chair beside Draco, who’s brows draw tight.

Pansy leans on the desk in front of him, shifting her weight back in forth in boredom waiting for his answer.

“Mind your business, Crabbe.” The blonde spits back.

They make quick work of the charm. Draco sends Goyle to bring their freshly recolored candles and goblets up to McGonagall for grading as Crabbe and Pansy disperse back to their regular seats. He turns to look behind him, glancing at you where you’re laughing with your friends.

He watches you raise your wand to the friend that had pulled you away and with a flick and incantation, a vibrant green color bleeds into his hair until there’s none of its original color left. Your face contorts around chest-heaving cackles.

It tugs at a part of Draco, fondness blooming in the space behind his sinuses. The corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk of its own volition, and he has to yank himself back forwards before you can catch him staring.

He reaches into his robe, pulling your book out. He runs his thumbs along the sides of it. In the desk beside yours, a ravenclaw he hasn’t had the pleasantry of meeting yet is craning in his seat to try and snoop as well. Draco crinkles his nose and hunches over the book, protecting it from protruding eyes much like you had.

Shaky fingers slip under the cover of the book and a chunk of the pages. Draco sucks in a breath and holds it as he flips the book open. Smoky, smudged drawings peer back at him. One of McGonagall, one of Crabbe and Goyle when they’d still sat in front of you, some of people he didn’t recognize. The breath leaves him, mouth hanging open behind it.

He blinks down and turns another page, more drawings and doodles of all kinds plastered over it. Some drawings of hallways and staircases and Filch’s cat on one side, on the other a full-paged view of the great lake from the astronomy tower with tedious fingerprints smudged in the graphite. He gives himself a moment just to admire it, brows high on his face.

His fingers trace it lightly, careful not to ruin its artistry as he turns the page again and feels his face heat up at the sight that greets him. Doodles of him, some close and some far, smattered across the paper. At every distance the detail is admirable, the indents of your pencil visible in every stroke down to his individual eyelashes like he was the only muse you cared to draw so vividly.

One of him in the tree in the courtyard, one of him with his cheeks puffed up with food in the great hall, one of him booing Potter in the stands at a quidditch game. He turns one more page and catches a brief glimpse of a half-done drawing that he presumes is the one you had just been working on before familiar hands are wrenching the sketchbook away from him.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Draco hadn’t even noticed the chatter of the classroom dying down. McGonagall starts droning on again about another spell she’s assigning for homework, and Draco stares up at your embarrassed expression, face growing impossibly warmer.

“Well? Do you just think it’s funny to go sticking your nose in everyone’s business?” Your brows are furrowed and you’re red down to your neck, exasperatedly plopping down in your seat. You throw an expectant glare at him. "Just for something to make fun of me for?"

He tries to find the words, but his drying mouth stays halfway open. A strangled croak is all he can manage.

An audible huff funnels through your nose. “Don’t bother, it’s not like I’d expect you to have anything nice to say.”

You finally rip your focus away from him, and your grip on the book relaxes, moving to stuff it into your bag. Draco reaches out to grab your wrist before you can, a tad breathless when your eyes meet again.

“They’re good.” He whisper-shouts. The compliment feels foreign on his tongue, running on urgency to carry him through it.

“What?”

He tries to keep his tone even, fighting to level his expression. “Your drawings, they’re good.” It comes out in a near-hiss, annoyed repetition not helping him sound less threatening.

“Oh.” Your face cinches in suspicion, but you set your sketchbook back down on the desk regardless. “Thanks.” Your pupils flicker up and down him where he’s still finding the rest of his words.

“Just,” He starts on a sigh, and your shoulders draw up in fearful anticipation. His hand leaves your wrist. “Get my good side, yeah?”

He pulls back to strike a poignant pose, chin resting on a loosely balled fist. Awkward silence settles between the two of you. At least, until he sees you cup a hand around your mouth in his peripherals and hears a choked giggle fight its way through.

“Hey!” He yaps, wrenching from his pose, sneer from earlier etching itself back onto him. “Be serious, I can’t have you immortalizing me if I look like I’ve just escaped Azkaban.”

“Immortalizing?” You tease, and he ignores the offense that flares up in his lungs. He maneuvers back into his pose as you're flipping your sketchbook open and twirling your pencil between your fingers.

“Shut it, or I’ll burn that book of yours next time you leave it so graciously for me to steal.”

You shake your head, still smiling a smile that makes his heart skip a beat. The tip of your pencil taps against the paper, creative gaze washing over him. Another breathy chuckle from you has him considering tattling to his father, but as the sound of scribbling becomes audible another, smaller part of him is too busy wondering if you’d let him draw you, too.

So sorry I said "2 days + an extra day or two to hibernate" and then took a month-long hiatus, I got all my schoolwork done in time and then my graduation project snuck up on me. Finally, I had avoided truancy court by the hair of my teeth, and then I get an email from my counselor saying "You need to get accepted into a four-year college or hand in a letter from an employer stating you are/will be working full-time or you can't graduate"

Behaving like we pay tuition. You're a public highschool that's 20 million dollars in debt be so unequivocally fr. Two years in a row now people have deliberately lit the cafeteria microwave on fire and they didn't even get suspended for it, but I decide I want to chill for a year after highschool and not immediately jump into more work, all of a sudden I'm not allowed to graduate at all.

Someone blew up a toilet last year and the bathroom was leaking sewage for three weeks, not to mention the freshman that broke in TWICE over the summer, smashed a bunch of shit and got caught by police having a fire extinguisher fight on the roof. Y'all should be more worried about what your students are doing IN the building, not what they'll be doing when they're out of it. And that's the end of my tedtalk. <3

I'm getting through my requests, but I'm super swamped with stuff because of the project, so I'll probably still be pretty slow. Sob. Draco Malfoy would NEVER treat me like this. I am just a man, I should be playing League and getting e-kittens, not doing job shadows to graduate.

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dracoxmalereader · 2 months

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Hi, I absolutely love your dividers and headers! I was just wondering if you could make some dark academia/ cottagecore, mushroom type of dividers and headers? 😊

Ohh thank you so much, and love this idea! I think these turned out so cute - I really hope they match your vision! Thanks for sending this in! 💖

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[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

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#using these #so pretty

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dracoxmalereader · 3 months

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This is what my laptop sees when I open the school website again to double check my progress like the 150 assignments I have left were gonna do themselves.

Is it even possible to do all of that in the 2 days before the semester ends? Idk but I'm about to find out.

Sorry I haven't posted anything in EONS. If I don't finish all my work by the end of the semester I get more unexcused absences and then my parents will have to go to court bcoz truancy. :P

After the semester ends I will post ✨ and after like an extra day or two to hibernate because I've been averaging 2 hours of sleep a night for like 2 weeks.

I have a request lined up, two separate one-shots drafted, and a bunch of chapters of Intense waiting to be written. So, once the semester ends, I'll hopefully be updating regularly again. At the very least if I don't finish all my work on time, I'll be updating regularly until I get grounded for the rest of time.

I don't want to spoil anything, but I'll finally be dipping my toes into some (whispers) angst.

#draco malfoy #woof yapping #instead of doing his work #because why would he be doing his work #he only has 150 assignments for the next 2 days #easy peasy #lemon squeezy #im so in love with draco malfoy

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dracoxmalereader · 4 months

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Perhaps a Draco x Hufflepuff Reader?

Hufflepuffs are known for their kindness, so what happens when during a DADA class about Boggarts has Draco using the counterattack on the reader's boggart while reader is frozen with fear?

The reader's deepest fear is of themselves, a dark mark upon their arm, and their wand raised with the red glow of "Crucio"

Mirrored Wardrobe

Draco x Male Reader

Context: It's mostly based on the movie scene, and for this story the reader is stood in line between Parvati and Harry.

Summary: You've been dreading the boggart lesson since you heard through the grapevine it was on the curriculum. Here, in Lupin's classroom, you're not so sure if it was really as bad as you'd feared.

Word Count: 1,106

Lupin sent the lot of the class to sort themselves into line, and you briefly locked eyes with Draco as he shoved past Neville.

Shoes tapped against the floor, echoing in the air of the large classroom. You settled into place. Observing, you felt anxiety pulse in your chest. The sound of the boggart changing forms replaced the sound of chatter as first Ron, then Parvati Patil approached it.

At the front of the line, you fiddled with the sleeves of your robe at the crack of the monster’s transformation. There it stood: a tall snake that couldn’t have been shorter than twenty feet.

It bobbed menacingly, baring its fangs and its flickering tongue. It slithered, chest puffed out and head dipping down from where it nearly touched the ceiling to hiss at Parvati. Gasps rang out through the room, just as horrified as they’d been when Ron had the thing turn to a massive spider.

Parvati’s hand tightened at her side around her wand, and she bravely raised it to the reptile, yelping the counter charm. Another pop whipped through the air.

A clown, just as big as the snake had been, sprang upwards in its place. It bounced and bobbled and the spring that held it in its box creaked with every motion. A jack-in-the-box.

Lupin praised Parvati’s success and motioned for you to step up.

The clown teetered, tipping back and forth, looming over you. In its eyes you could see your own as the clap sounded out. Its form morphed and contorted until your own wand was pointed at you.

You stared, wide-eyed at your doppelganger. Its appearance was disheveled, outer robe shed leaving only your vest and shirt with the sleeves rucked up around the elbows.

The brand etched into its left arm was all too quick to catch your eye. The skull taunted you, snake tongue twisted in knots. The last of your breath left your aching lungs and you swore you could see it writhe under the false you’s skin, bubbling like it boiled.

Terror swelled in the back of your mouth. You swallowed around rising bile. Ice rushed through your veins as the boggart smirked. The goofy music Lupin had put on fell quiet, drowned out by the static in your ears.

Red sparked at the tip of fake you’s wand, and you watched your own face warp into a sinister expression. Your grip on your real wand loosened.

Waving through the air, a hideous buzz filed through the thundering cloud of red. Your doppelganger’s mouth opened. Your hands trembled. The counter charm clawed at the back of your throat, but sweat pooled at your brow and your fingers failed you.

Your wand tumbled to the floor with a clatter.

“Cruci-”

“Riddikulus!”

Before the boggart could finish the curse, Draco’s wand was pushing into your vision. He barked the charm, stepping in front of you protectively and shoving you backwards with a hand to your chest.

The boggart crackled, mutating in a cloud of dark and spitting itself back out with a last snap. Your own face still peered back at you. Its clothes had shifted from your regular uniform into an ill-fitting yellow dress.

A blue robe draped over your doppelganger's shoulders, its hair longer and tied into chunky braids that cascaded down its front. In place of your wand, the boggart now held a golden cup. Helga Hufflepuff, really?

After a moment of tense silence, giggles began to fill the room. Low laughter turned to broad cackling until even you were letting out a dry chuckle at the boggart’s embarrassment through the fading haze of fear.

The ringing in your ears gave way, and you could hear Lupin’s music again. The tingling in your spine subsided.

"Thank you, Draco." You breathed.

Draco whipped around to face you. Unlike the rest of the class, he was not amused. He bent down to swipe your wand off the ground. He knocked into your space. A firm hand circled your upper arm, and with an almost bruising grip he pulled you to the back of the line.

Lupin’s startled commentary fell into the background chatter. Harry Potter approached the boggart.

“What was that?” Draco hissed. He gripped onto your shoulders, shoving your wand back into your hands.

“What was what?”

"The boggart, you oaf, the thing I just saved you from."

"You didn't have to save me!" You argued, a twinge of shame prickling behind your ribs. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy condescendingly side-eyed you.

Draco scoffed, sneering at his friends and turning so he blocked them from your view. “Like hell I didn’t! Why was it a death eat-”

He was cut off by the insipid, rattling wheeze of the cloaked figure the boggart had wrenched into. All at once, a heavy pressure of despair drowned the air.

You both craned your necks around the rest of the line to see it better, the parody dementor lunging towards Harry in a freakish, unnatural motion. You held your breath. Lupin stepped in front of him.

The boggart once more crackled and distorted, settling into the dusty image of clouds revealing a full moon. With another utterance of the counter charm, a beige balloon was soaring across the room with a humorous whir.

It flew back into the mirrored wardrobe it belonged in. The doors swung shut behind it.

The room fell into a deeper, unbroken quiet. “Sorry about that, er- That’s enough for today.” Lupin rushed out. “If you’d all like to collect your books at the back of the class, that’s the end of this lesson, thank you!”

The swarm of your classmates groaned, and Lupin’s apology fell on deaf ears. Draco turned back to you. Concern flickered in his eyes for just a moment. Tension lingered between you.

Crowd moving, students cleared out one by one. Goyle’s hand came to tug at Draco’s shoulder. Crabbe and Pansy weren’t far behind. He glared at Draco expectantly, and you could hear the sharp intake of the blonde’s breath.

Draco looked you up and down one more time before scoffing again. He rolled his eyes.

Smoothing down the front of his robes, he rolled Goyle’s hand off him and swayed away. His shoulder rammed into yours as he passed, purposefully weaker than usual. His friends trailed behind him. You watched him go.

For a few seconds, you let yourself sit in the emotions that surged through you. The last wave of your fear dwindled. What on earth just happened with Draco?

Shaking your head, you let out a confused sigh, before finally moving to grab your books and leave the classroom.

The way I got this request and said out loud to myself "Wait that actually goes so hard". Whoever is anon, your brain is working wonders to have thought of this and I'm here for it. That concept is so incredibly gangnam style I'm HONORED you've selected my inbox of all places to submit it. <3

Also peep me answering the ask with the fic. 🤭 I hope it is a welcome advancement, I was scrolling through other fics and just randomly realized I, too, could do that like everyone else in the tags does.

I'm sorry this took so long, I have 246 missing assignments.

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dracoxmalereader · 4 months

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#using these #shiny thing go brrr

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dracoxmalereader · 4 months

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I was wondering if... 1) requests were open and 2) if you did nsfw?

If not to either/both, that's alright!

My requests are always open !! I adore requests. Just bear with me, it might take a couple days to get to any given request because of school stuff. :P

And I don't do nsfw bcoz I'm 17 😼 and also because I wanna be famous and I don't want my future twitter stans to repost my Draco smut. The kpop idol nsfw I wrote when I was 12 already follows me around like an omen. </3

#ask

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dracoxmalereader · 4 months

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Fanfiction is temporary, brainrot is forever. This image gives me so much brainrot.

It's giving soundcloud rapper!Draco. 😭 Retired to the muggle world with his little boyfriend and after however many years he's decided to pursue a rap career.

So now for the last hour I've just been writing Draco SoundCloud lyrics. Bro is dropping fiendfyre on the beat. Here is my favorite chunk, it's much better if you imagine it in a British accent for canon compliance, because that's how I wrote it:

Tower, astronomy, Dumbledore wannabe

Muggleborn bitches is sick from my harmonies

Snape's number one, occul-o-mency prodigy

Can't say I feel no remorse, my apologies

Mother's lil' boy all grown up on the track

Hit the studio count up my streams then my stacks

I'm killing the daw like it's gonna attack

Ava-da keda-vra like it's taking me back

🎤🎙️💻💽💯📀🚬

Imagine him writing these lyrics at your guys's tiny ass kitchen table and you have to listen to him re-record it a dozen times because he can't figure out how to change the bpm in Pro Tools and somehow got it stuck at 180.

He can afford to rent a studio but he's stubborn and insists he can do it himself and doesn't need help. It takes ages for him to give in but you're so sick of him buying equipment you can't fit anywhere. ☠️

"A real musician uses an actual one, not some stock feature. 🙄" "We don't have room for a forty channel mixing console, Draco!" And then he gives you the silent treatment for three days.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x male reader #brainrot #absolute brainrot #nothing more nothing less #soundcloud rapper draco I would stream all of your singles #draco x reader

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dracoxmalereader · 4 months

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Christmas Tree

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Part 2 to Wrapping Paper <3 It is now implied that my Huff!Reader dude's dad is the Slytherin, so sorry if you read the headcanons and make a different relative the Slyth. TT

Summary: Christmas Eve is going normal, until it isn't. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.

Word Count: 796

The tree jingles. Ornaments glitter in twinkling light, and the garland rustles with a last firm jostle shoving the whole of it into a corner.

“Everyone in front of the tree, let me get pictures before I put the presents under it!” Your mom nudges the lot of you and your family into position.

Sugar cookie wafts in the air, warm with traces of fruitcake and a cooking turkey in the oven. Candles and string lights cast a cozy glow over your home.

Your mom fiddles with the settings of her camera. Just as her finger is lowering over the shutter button, five heavy knocks fall at your front door. Your mom sighs and lowers her head in exasperated defeat.

“I’ll get it.” You tell her. You slip away from your other relatives, through the house to the door.

You unlock and swing it open. Closing your eyes for just a second when the chilly breeze bites at your face, you adjust to the cold. You blink open. Behind a mountain of vibrant green, platinum blonde hair contrasts against the night sky outside.

“Are you going to let me in sometime this century?” Draco’s voice is strained. His arms shiver in the winter air. The pile of presents in them slides.

“Why are you here?” You step to the side, allowing room for Draco to squeeze past you.

“What, I can’t come visit my favorite Hufflepuff?” He wobbles as he enters. His face is tinged pink from the cold. “I even brought gifts, thought you’d be a little happier to see me.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “I’m your favorite?” You push the door shut behind him when he’s fully inside.

“The bar is in Azkaban, don’t let it get to your head.” He rolls his eyes. You tell yourself the way he flushes a deeper red is just the warmth of your house setting in. “Where are your house elves? I need to put these down.”

He steps to widen his stance. Your hands twitch into the air. You start pulling the presents from Draco’s grasp before they can slip again. The familiar wrapping paper from Stitches and Draughts smiles up at you, the glossy finish shimmering.

“We don’t have house elves, dear.” Your mom pipes up. She walks over, setting a hand on your shoulder. “Who’s this?”

“Ah,” You start. “Just a friend from school.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “You didn’t tell me we’d be having guests.”

“I didn’t know-”

“My apologies, Mrs. L/N. For showing up unannounced.” He cuts you off to explain.

He holds his hand out for your mom to shake, and introduces himself. You carry the presents further into your house to set them down by the tree.

“I knew you got on well with Slytherins, Y/N,” She speaks again. “But I hadn’t expected a Malfoy to turn up for Christmas.” You linger, and when you look back, her hand is still in his. Her brows are raised in surprise.

Draco preens like he’d caught the golden snitch. He fluffs up the lapel of his wool coat and smirks.

She tells him to take off shoes, waddling away back into the kitchen as he’s toeing them off. Snow falls from the soles onto your wooden floors.

“So this is your place, hm? Terribly small,” Draco remarks. His socked feet pad against the ground towards you until he’s standing close, closer than the size of your house can probably justify. “I reckon there’s more than enough room for the lot of you in the manor.”

You feel your face heat up. The sound of your family bickering amongst themselves roars like a fire through thin walls. Your grandfather sways into the room with you.

“That the seeker boy you've been fussing about?” He asks. “Your father’s losing his marbles over ‘im.”

In your peripherals, you see one of Draco’s eyebrows quirk up. “Ah, it’s a wizard family thing. Big deal in Slytherin.” You hurry out.

“Figured.” Your grandfather mutters back. He looks Draco up and down, then back at you, protectively. “Not like those pricks your father had to put up with, is he?”

You shake your head, and try not to let the embarrassment eat you alive. Your grandfather hums and continues down the hallway until he’s disappearing up a flight of stairs.

Silverware clinking echoes from the kitchen, stronger scent wading into the comfortable air. Turning, you see Draco’s expression morph into a cocky one.

“Fussing about?”

“Shut up.” You groan.

His smug look gives way for a genuine, toothy smile. Jagged canines gleam in the tree’s string lights. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but hope whatever excuse he gave his parents to be here lasts long enough for dinner.

I tried to make the family as reader-accessible as possible without clogging it up with "X/N"s left and right. I had to google what british Christmas is like for this because all I had to go off of was my family and I don't think this would be very entertaining if the whole story was just reader and Draco listening to them argue in spanish. 😭

I will admit though, the idea of having to explain to Draco what de pinga means is hilarious. He just wanted to spend quality time together and now the reader has to tell him what a jinetera is and why his tia just called his dad one.

If there’s any typos, it’s because I wrote this while singing the national anthem to my sister. They’re playing gorilla tag and whenever they put their arm up they look like the statue of liberty. Like okay get into it George Washington. Singing while simultaneously writing is what I imagine k-pop idols feel like when they're singing and dancing. So basically I'm Bang Chan but for Draco fic.

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dracoxmalereader · 4 months

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Wrapping Paper

Draco x Male Reader

Context: First of a two-parter because Draco deserves more than a one shot (will post the second one tomorrow). My usual Huff!Reader, takes place in third year so before they're together, but they totally have mega-crushes on each other. <3

Summary: Draco has developed a habit of dragging you along with him whenever he sees you. Today is no exception, even as the holiday season comes into full swing.

Word Count: 800

An arm hooking around the bend of your elbow is all you feel before you’re being tugged away.

Frost nips at your nose, snotty and icy when you sniffle and echo a confused goodbye to your friends. Draco’s gloved hand warms your sleeve. He can’t have been outside for long.

“How come I’m always the one coming to find you?” His voice is playful, confident lilt caked into it. His arm doesn’t leave yours.

His footsteps crunch against the snow, falling heavy over it, bearing his full weight and pulling him faster than you can keep up with. He turns to side eye you as you fumble and trip. You catch yourself before you can meet the slushy ground.

“At least you’re wearing a coat this time.” He chuckles, a smirk on his face. His eyebrows are high and passive in a way you rarely see. “But really, your little Hufflepuff friends can’t be half as entertaining as I am.”

“My friends are plenty entertaining,” You reply. “You’re just always hanging around Crabbe and Goyle.”

You both remain still, chilly eyelashes blinking at one another. Hot chimneys mark the cold, bleak sky, smoke billowing from them into the air. Red lights glitter in the reflection of Draco’s eye.

“I told you they’re harmless,” He starts. “Dumb lot they are, but harmless. Even if they don’t know when to keep their mouths shut. Or do homework.”

His hand starts to slip from your arm, the flurry of people muddying the streets all too claustrophobic for the contact. You swallow and nod along, not quite convinced. A glimpse of vibrant green catches your eye through an open door.

You crane your neck to get a better look around him. His passive brows furrow before he spins to see too. “Stitches and Draughts? But they just sell junk.”

“Junk that I want.” Giggling, you take a bouncy step towards the store. Draco grumbles, but follows regardless.

The two of you mosey into the building. It’s a homey thing, warm and quiet. Unpopular, too, if the lack of people is anything to go by. Behind the counter is an old man you don't know the name of.

You carry yourselves to the shelf that had grabbed your attention. Holiday wrapping paper covers the whole of it, from the dusty floor to the low, wood beams of the ceiling. Your fingers tug at vibrant green, and the roll slips into your palm. Little cartoony Santas smile up at you.

“How adorable,” Draco mocks, his voice filling the insulated space of the store. “Almost worth some little kid’s play money.”

You shoot him a glare, and he looks away, exasperated, trailing his eyes on a table in the corner. It’s covered in tiny wooden statues.

“It is adorable, thank you very much.” You bite. “Worth all two of the hard-earned galleons it’s going for.”

Your fingers curl firmly around the roll, and your other hand snakes up the inside of Draco’s arm. You tug him to the counter. His throat bobs, awkwardly lingering at your side while you dig into your coat pocket to pull out the money. The old man takes the coins with shaky, wrinkled hands.

“Too expensive for you, eh?” Playfully, you nudge Draco with your elbow. “Here I was thinking money wasn’t a problem for you Malfoys.” The redness that blooms under his skin is lost in the twinkling string-lights strewn about.

You wish the old man a happy holidays on your way out of the store, paper in hand. “You certainly have interesting taste.” He says.

“It’s cute,” You laugh, pulling the roll open a bit to look at the pattern of Santas continue across. “I needed wrapping paper before break, anyways.”

“The paper we use at the manor is a lot more mature.” Draco teases. “I haven’t seen anything like this since I was a child.” An amused breath blows out of his nose, puff clouding in the cold.

Your brows furrow and you stay. In your peripherals you see Draco open and close his mouth once, twice, then he’s speaking again.

“But I guess it’s not that bad.” You turn to look at him. He shifts his weight and shoves his hands in his pockets. “For a Hufflepuff.”

He rolls his eyes. You give yourself a moment just to take in the way he holds himself. You tuck the paper under your arm, and fondness pulls the corners of your mouth up. People had webbed away from the edges of Hogsmeade, the street now mostly populated by the stray adult settling into place at a shop.

You hold your arm out to Draco.

“Where to next, hm?” You smile, and hope the sun will stay in the winter sky long enough to make just one more memory with him.

Updating later than I promised, again. TT

This time it really wasn't my fault, I was having tummy troubles all day. I'm in no shape to write Draco fic if I can't even leave bed. I felt like a dying widow in a period drama.

"Take me forth to the riverside one last time. When autumn dawns, only my memory will wake to dip its toes." - Me probably if it was like 1412

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