Asiya, XVIII, Turkish Italian with a Croatian citizenship
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I'm a wannabe writer that speaks a lot of languages and likes music, books and stationery. Feel free to shoot me an ask anytime!
A/N: Short and not the best, but I feel really bad not posting while I’m away so I hope it’s not that horrible!
I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous.
The words sound like poison.
Corrupt, malicious, deadly.
Pouring from his father’s mouth like a fatal waterfall, said with pride and certainty, grazing his pale skin like a freshly sharpened knife, heavy as steel and just as cold.
For a small infinity, he stands, still, silent. He feels his legs shaking, palms sweating, heart pounding harder than ever before. Listens to the screams in the back of his mind, screams of “NO” bouncing off its glass walls and shooting through his veins and straight to his heart, its steady beats resembling the sound of “Help me.” more and more with every instance.
He finds his pale hand reaching to shake his father’s, finds himself pulled into a stifling embrace, wanting to scream, punch, kick, run. Mind far, far away from his trapped body, filled with purity and thoughts of how to run, how to hide. Mind strong as Hercules, certain, decisive, completely dedicated to the idea of getting away.
♫ Devil’s Backbone- Civil Wars// Golden Trio Era: Draco x Reader
Request: For after Valentine’s Day is over would you consider doing a Dracoxreader based on the song “devils backbone” by civil wars
A/N: I had a LOT of ideas for this, so it’s highly possible that I’m going to try one of the different versions once I get the time! I hope you enjoy this loves! xo
Draco Malfoy is 17 years old, grown out of the innocence of childhood. Grown out, yet wishing, more than anything, to turn back time and revert to an age when there was no black ink on his forearm and no acid tears stinging at the walls of his heart. He has become a paradox, perplexing, wounded, breathtaking.
It has become a sin for him not to sin, tears of melted steel streaming down his cheeks. He is like a dead language, saints and histories hiding under his skin, unseen, tragic. Violently beautiful and poignantly broken, he sees a single ray of light, and while she may bite at his skin and pull at his heartstrings, she shines through the dark that he himself has become.
Y/N is 16 years old, fallen in love with forbidden fruit, bittersweet and practically fatal. She gathers his stories in her skirts, sewing them in with threads of cold silver and keeping them close to the heat of her skin. Brave, unwavering, savagely beautiful, she becomes a shield of unjustified love.
Request:
If you’re still doing the prompts, can you do Draco and number 75? Thank you!
75. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”
“Terrible idea,” Y/N separates her lips from Draco’s for long enough to mutter the two words, soon interrupted by the pressing of his mouth to hers once again, burning like fire at the edges of her throat. She feels her cloak sliding off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor as his fingertips find their way to the heated skin covered by the thin fabric of her shirt. They fall to his bed, her knees at the side of his thighs, thoughts racing and each one of her senses completely filled with him, in that very moment. Logic leaves her mind and she finds herself forcefully pulling his shirt open, multiple stifled jangling sounds filling the room as its buttons scatter on the floor.
With a sudden thud, the dormitory door finds open, and their lips separate as both heads jerk towards the door. Blaise Zabini stands in the entrance, laughing soundly at the sight of the flustered, red faced couple, their cloaks on the floor, their shirts undone, faces stunned. His eyes wander over the floor, noticing the black buttons that still lie on the floor. Another sound laugh escapes his lips before he speaks: “So, Malfoy, I’ve finally figured you out. This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear."
Request:
Hey! Can I request a Draco x Reader and the reader has a pet or a teddy bear that she likes to stroke and hug and kiss but then one day Draco sees that and wishes that it was him that had the hugs and kisses from the reader(he just gets really jealous of it). But then one day he accidentally says damn I wish I was that (thing) and you hear it. Idk where I’m going with this, but I really like it when a guy gets jealous of an inanimate objects because it’s so freaking cute
“You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” Y/N coos at the small, round ball of fluff that lies comfortably in her hand, a massive grin on her face as the fluff ball emits a low, humming noise, content with its position. A long tongue slips from the creature, grabbing onto a heart shaped cake placed on the centre of the y/h table in the Great Hall, and a giggle slips from her lips as she watches the puffskein chew happily.
Draco glared at her from his seat, his eyes narrowed at the scene, a scoffing sound escaping his lips and surprising him when he realises he’d actually made it out loud, rather than in his head.
“Malfoy, why d'you hate Y/L/N so much? I mean, of course I agree and all, but why?” Goyle muttered in his ear, keen for approval from his platinum haired friend.
“I don’t hate her, you twat, it’s that thing that she always has around. Always cuddling and cooing and kissing it. Bloody ridiculous, if you ask me,” he rambles, completely frustrated by the affection that the y/e/c eyed girl showed the practically inanimate creature daily, rather than paying attention to his bright blue eyes and the smile he gave her every time he passed her in the hallway.
“Sometimes, I wish I was that thing,” he mutters to himself, and sees his flame turn rapidly to face him, a glimmer in the corner of her eyes and a smile spreading across her face. She gives him a wink and he realises that she heard his utterance, and doesn’t really know whether to be embarrassed or happy about it as he makes his way to her.
Request:
hey can i get an imagine with Draco x reader where the readers birthday is on valentine’s day but Draco never liked the holiday so he treats it as a normal day. because of this the reader gets all upset but he makes it up to her! THANK YOU!! (my bday is on valentine’s day so this is something that i can see happen!!)
A/N: A massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the lovely @legit-trash-bro, I hope you have a wonderful day and have enjoyed this, and the rest of the spam!
“What day is it today?” she asks the blonde haired boy on February 14th, voice filled with anticipation and concealed hope.
“If you’re expecting some soppy shit for Valentine’s Day, I’m sorry love, but it’s not happening. That holiday is pointless,” he answers courtly, his statement followed by a chuckle.
“Oh for the love of Merlin, Draco, you really are clueless, aren’t you?” he feigns shock at the frown on her face and the frustration in the sound of her voice, smiling to himself as the pretty girl storms away, the stomps of her feet echoing through the emptied hallway. When she’s out of sight, he turns to walk towards the Slytherin common room, breathing a sigh of relief, his impish smile never fading.
“Pansy, why are you dragging me in there?” Y/N protests, questioning her friend’s sudden need to grab her by the hand in the middle of the library and guide her to the Slytherin common room.
“Oh shut up and just trust me, will you?” Pansy retorts, slightly irked at being repeatedly questioned. With a mischievous grin, she opens the door of the common room, giving her a wink as she enters, and closing the door with a thud as soon as she’d entered.
Y/N stands in the common room entrance, completely stunned by the scene before her. Enchanted lanterns float through the air, shining dim, multicoloured rays of light all over the darkened room. A large table is placed in the middle of the room, covered in perfectly wrapped parcels and lit candles and surrounded by y/f/c balloons. In the very centre lies a cake with a birthday wish looped in icing. And there, by the perfectly arranged scene, stands Draco, dressed in a black suit and tie, a bouquet of perfectly arranged flowers in his hand.
Her mouth is agape, but she doesn’t notice until he laughs at her reaction, shaking his head lightly.
“I was going to make it a surprise party,” he begins walking towards her, “but seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day, I figured it would be better to just keep it to the two of us.”
He hands her the bouquet, her mouth still agape as she accepts it, and attempts to mutter a thank you, only managing an odd, stuttering noise.
“What? You didn’t think I’d forget your birthday, did you?” he gives her a warm, loving smile and places a kiss on her forehead, and before he has the time to do anything else, she throws her flower filled arms around him and presses her lips to his. He feels her mouth spread into a smile and wraps his arms around her waist, and the only sound that can be heard now is the occasional crackle of the flames flickering on candles.
Request:
4 dropping subtle hints so he gives you his jacket. With Draco
4. Dropping hints so he’ll give you his jacket
Cold Autumn air nips at her shoulders, bared by the sleeveless, y/f/c dress that cascades down her body gently. Its fabric is thin and elegant, useless at preventing the wind made chills from making her shiver. She tightens her arms around her torso, her teeth gritting with endeavour to stop them from chattering in the strong gust of wind that appears seemingly out of nowhere.
She hears steps sound on the stone steps behind her, turning around to see her platinum haired date step out of the large manor, his glance fixed onto the floor on which he walks. Draco Malfoy’s eyes meet hers a moment later, and he flashes her a smile. For a split second she feels warmer, but a gust of wind breaks the illusion, and she finds her shoulders slouching as her arms tighten around her once again.
“You cold?” he says in a flirtatiously mocking tone.
“Just a tad,” she narrows her eyes and gives him a sarcastic smile.
“Why has your dress got no sleeves?” his feigned cluelessness makes her eyes narrow even more, a frown appearing on her made up face.
“No, Y/N, get the one with no sleeves, it looks more elegant,” she mimics his voice and accent as she makes the statement, prompting him to laugh at her.
“You didn’t have to listen to me you know. I don’t actually know that much about dresses.”
“I liked it."
"Should’ve brought a jacket,” he shrugs.
“Why not give me yours, if you’re so obsessed with me being warm.” she states courtly.
To her surprise, he sheds the black blazer that covers the long sleeved white shirt he’s wearing and places it around her bare shoulders, her heart skipping a beat at the closeness of his chest to hers, and the piercing glance his ice blue eyes give her as he smiles and brushes a lock of hair from her face.
“There, now you can’t complain anymore,” he gives her a wink before wrapping an arm around her waist and chuckling at the roll of her y/e/c eyes as they walk back into the manor together.
Request:
I know you have exams right now so I’m wishing you the good luck I’m sure you’ll do amazingly 💗I would like to request a fluffy draco x Hufflepuff reader imagine (idk if you write draco?)with prompts 22 or 75 or 102 or 110 you can choose which ones you want to include.I don’t mind waiting as I know you are busy atm. Also I absolutely love your writing keep it up darling:))
22. “Come over here and make me.‘’
102. ’'Oh gosh, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!”
110. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”
A/N: Thank you so much love! I hope this was worth the wait, and I’m sorry it took so long!
The sounds of quills scratching on parchment was the only thing heard in the Potions classroom, as the fabric of Professor Snape’s black cape rustled against the floor. Y/N bit her lip nervously as she looped ink into letters over the parchment, her mind a storm of facts, lightning striking as she hears her name repeated in a whispered voice.
“Y/N,” it’s the third time her name has been uttered, the whisper slightly louder now, making her finally turn around, a clearly forced smile on her face.
“What, Malfoy?” she whispers at the smirking boy.
“Could you move your massive head, I can’t see the board,” the tone of his quiet murmur is smug as her smile takes on a slightly angrier look.
“Why don’t you just shut up and lean slightly to the left, genius?” she snapped back, her smile never fading, as she turned back to her assignment, rolling her eyes.
“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” the cheek of his response prompts another swift turn, as she catches a glimpse of a wink from the boy and stifles her heart’s flutters.
Y/N loosens the yellow-black striped tie around her neck and takes a deep breath as she joins the flood of students leaving the classroom. A sense of relief floods her as she leaves her least favourite subject behind for the day, only to bump into the irking platinum haired boy.
“Hey, big head,” despite his words, his smile is genuine, almost shy as he looks at her.
“The name is Y/N,” she replies, surprisingly calm.
“I didn’t call you big head because I don’t know your name,” Draco chuckled, “I called you big head because you have a big head.”
“Oh gosh, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!” Y/N brings her hand to her heart dramatically, sarcasm more than clear in her voice as she responds to the subpar insult that amuses more than hurts her.
“It’s not an insult. I happen to like big heads,” his smile only seems to get bigger, confusing the pretty girl as he continues speaking: “And that happens to be why I’m asking you out on a date.”
“You’re what now?” a sound laugh slips past her lips as her eyes widen in disbelief at his casual manner.
“I’m asking you on a date,” she squints, looking for signs of jest in his manner, failing to find any, frowning in confusion.
“What’s the catch here? Is this some kind of prank?’'
’'No, not a prank, a date.” he emphasises his final word, only making the y/e/c eyed girl more skeptical.
“No offense, but I feel like a date with you wouldn’t be very fun for me.” she states, receiving a simple snigger in response.
“Then it’s a good thing that it’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.” he gives the still doubtful girl a wink and puts his hand on her forearm as he whispers: “I’ll see you at 7.” before walking away, leaving butterflies in her stomach and surprise in her mind.
Request:
Prompts 3, 16, 99, and 103 for Newt Scamander x Reader (do you write newt?) or Draco x Reader please? I’m thirsty for angst lol
3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”
16. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
99. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.”
103. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
A/N: I wasn’t sure how you wanted me to end this, so I went with a happy ending! Hope you like it!
“Will you stop?” Y/N’s voice echoes through the dark, empty hallway, overpowering the sound of Draco’s hurried steps.
He freezes in his tracks, his face frozen into a frown as he turns around to face her nearing figure. As she looks at him, his eyes seem to resemble the colour of ice more strongly than she’d ever noticed before.
“What the hell happened?” a shocked laugh slips her lips as she looks at him, completely baffled by his rapid, angry exit from the Great Hall.
“Why don’t you go ask your new best friend Potter?” he speaks, his words sharp as needles, his expression unchanged.
