Imagine Draco X Reader

Imagine Draco x Reader

Draco x Reader x Slight!Daddy!Snape

“Alright Y/n your turn, just remember Riddikulus!” Professor Lupin constructed turning to me. I walked up to the cupboard as the professor opened it releasing the Boggart. I stood waiting for it to change into my worst fear. When it did change, I stood stiff, afraid of the image in front of me. There in front of me was the Boggart in the shape of Draco Malfoy himself, his smug smirk on his face. I have be afraid of him for as long as I have known him, which was a while since my father and his are friends. “Come on Miss. Y/n, say the spell and it will go away.” Lupin said with concern as I stood frozen. All the other students snickering behind me, one in particular a sad look on his face that was unnoticed to the other students and myself. I raised my wand towards the Boggart Draco and other Slytherin students that were now pointing at me and laughing. “R-r-ri-rid-d-d…” I couldn’t say the rest of the spell before I broke down crying, “DADDY HELP ME PLEASE! MAKE THEM STOP! PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP I’M SCARED!” I had screamed so loud all the students stopped snickering and stared at me shocked… well all except Pansy Parkinson who said, “What a baby crying for your daddy, and you call yourself a Slytherin, Hufflepuff more like it.” Severus Snape came running into the room towards me. He stood in front of the Boggart to shield me away from it, making it change from Draco and Slytherin students to grandpa. “RIDDIKULUS!” Dad yelled turning Boggart grandpa into a monkey. Dad turned back around to me, his hard eyes softening their gaze on my quivering form. He picked me up in his arms and held me close to his body, rocking side to side while I calmed down bit by bit. “Th-they were laughing at me daddy, I was so scared.” I cried burying my face even further into dad’s cloak. “Shhh, its fine now, they’re all gone.” Dad cooed, he was only this way with me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it either, no matter what the students or other teachers say. “Alright class let’s leave them alone for now. Miss. Y/n take the rest of the day off, I’ll talk to your other teachers for you.” Professor Lupin said as he left the room, the students following close behind. “Except you Mr. Malfoy, I’m going to need to talk to you.” Dad’s voice spoke up. He felt me tense up after hearing that. “Yes Professor?” Draco mumbled walking over towards us. I shoved my face deeper into his chest, trying to hide as much as I could. “I need you to take Y/n back to the common room. I’m afraid I must get back to my class right now and can’t do it myself.” Dad said standing up with me. “No.” I muttered softly into my dad’s cloak, he always smelt like pine trees and maple and it always, every time put me at ease no matter what situation I was in. “Yes sir.” Draco was a little hesitant now that he though I feared him, but that Boggart was just showing my fear of him rejecting that I like him and making fun of me for it. My dad left after that, leaving me and Draco alone together in the room. He took a hesitant step towards me, then since I didn’t move away, he took another step, then another one till he was right in front of me, looking down at me with sad, concerned eyes, no smirk evident on his beautiful pale face. We were betrothed to each other since we were little because our parents were friends and both in Slytherin. “Y/n, what ever I have done to scare you, I am deeply sorry, it wasn’t my intent.” Draco said softly as to not startle me. “Its not what you’ve done, you’ve done nothing wrong, its what you could do that scares me.” I explained coarsely, my throat sore from yelling for my dad. “What are you afraid of love, I’m going to need to know if its in the future since we are getting married.” Draco said cupping my face in his huge palms. For a fourteen year, old he was already well built in more places then one. “I’ve been afraid… no terrified of your rejection since we were little kids. I’ve had a crush on you since I was eight.” My blush could not have been any brighter by the time I was done telling Draco what my fear was. Suddenly I felt soft lips press against mine. My eye widened but then realisation caught up to me and I kissed him back full force with so much passion, I threw my arms around his neck as he had me jump up so that I could also wrap my legs around his waist as well. After a bit, we needed to break apart so we could breath, we rested out foreheads together panting softly, our warm breaths fanning over each other’s face. “Well then I guess I should come out with this now, I love you Y/n since the day I met you when we were four, I thought you were the most beautifulest thing in the world with your h/l h/c, and e/c eyes. You were my diamond in the rough. Always have been, always will be.” Draco explained kissing my nose softly making me giggle. “C’mon, lets get back to the common room, we can spend the rest of the day together in there.” Draco smiled setting me back down on the ground, he took my hand as he leads the way to the dungeons. We spent the day just laying on the couch, him on his back and me on his stomach, we napped until dinner time when Pansy came in the room screeching Draco’s name because she couldn’t find him anywhere and hasn’t seen him since Defence Against the Dark Arts class. She heard Snape ask him to stay behind so she just figured he was off doing something for the Professor, and soon found out how wrong she was when she saw the two asleep in each other’s arms on the couch. “DRACY, WHAT ARE YOUR DOING WITH THAT CRY BABY?! DID SNAPE PUT YOU UP TO THIS, BECAUSE I CAN GO TO HIM RIGHT NOW AND MAKE HIS STOP!?” Pansy had yelled earning a groan from Draco and me. “Quit your yelling you bloody baboon! And stop calling me that, its not my name, nor will it ever.” Draco fired at her, then turned to me kissing my lips making Pansy’s jaw drop. “Come on darling, lets go get some food, I’m starving.” Draco stood up after I got off him, he took my hand and walked out the door. I turned around back to Pansy, smirked, then stuck my tongue out at her. I had his love way before anyone else, and that’s how it would stay for the rest of our lives.

What if ...

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x potter! reader

Warning: suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, sadness, Draco crying

Summary: She was Harry Potter’s twin sister but she didn’t get as much attention as her brother. Actually she didn’t get any attention. This leads to her thinking “what if”.

Once again Harry Potter had saved the day but of course the assistance of his twin sister went unnoticed , as usual. Harry Potter was the boy who lived and she was just the unexpected child, the invisible child, the troubled yet cowardly niece. No one noticed her, no one every would. And that got (y/n) thinking some not so good thoughts.

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amelia098765

4 years ago

The sad thing about this all is if you go her Instagram account you'll find the supportive Hollanders there but the toxic ones on toms.

Letter to fellow Hollander’s

Dear Fans, To begin, this not an accusation that this fandom is not supportive, it is just to make an understanding of the situation.

Today’s Tom’s post on Instagram made it clear to his fans that he is in a relationship and that he trusts us to post something as important as that. His trust in us as fandom is scared and should be respected. It may not be an easy concept to accept that he is not single anymore and is taken, but his happiness is worth more than anything. If he felt that it was time to post something about his personal life with the world than it means that he is open with us in a way he was not before. To conclude this message, let us as a fandom respect him and be happy for him that he found someone he feels happy with and support him 100% with any of his decisions. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I love you all, have a wonderful day!

Sincerely, A fellow Hollander.

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amelia098765

5 years ago

fix you | p.p

summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.

wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900

masterlist | insp.

when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.

“hello?”

“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”

his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts.

“where are you? i’ll come get you.”

at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff.

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amelia098765

6 years ago

First Language [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?

“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.

Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.

While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”

You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.

When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.

“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.

You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.

Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.

He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”

“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.

Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.

Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”

You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”

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amelia098765

5 years ago

Join Me (Kylo Ren X Sister!Reader)

Characters: Kylo Ren X Sister!Reader

Universe: Star Wars

Warnings: Mention of depression and thought of character death through suicide, Spoilers?

Request: Reader is Kylo’ s younger sister and he was the only one she spoke to about her depression and feelings of isolation and when he leaves he doesn’t forget about her. In the scene where he and Rey fight, reader is there and he coaxes her to the dark side so that he can look after her and train her in the ways if the force, just so that she can generally be under his protection? If you dont mind?

Other Note: I’m finding writing for Star Wars waaaay too hard, so I might end up deleting them or not doing them if I genuinely can’t figure out how to do it.

Kylo hadn’t been in direct contact with his family for quite a few years now, and had no intention of getting in contact and acting all sweet with them- well, at least with his parents. His little sister was a totally different matter.

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amelia098765

5 years ago

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amelia098765

1 year ago

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

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amelia098765

5 years ago

I’ve been playing Sims a lot lately so I made an avengers game and it consists of three households

Household 1:

Tony

Pepper

Morgan

Peter

Harley

Rhodey

Natasha

Clint

Household 2:

Steve

Sam

Bucky

T'Challa

Shuri

Carol

Maria

Monica

Household 3:

Thor

Bruce

Loki

Valkyrie

Okoye

Scott

Hope

Cassie

I’ll keep you guys updated.

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amelia098765

7 years ago

Sam and Dean have a rough time adjusting to life with their mother and younger half sister. The reader decides her time with Sam and Dean is over and decides now is the time to rescue her twin, Adam, from the cage.

I can’t keep calm

I am calm

Be calm

Stay calm

Keep calm

& Carry on

(Complete)

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amelia098765

7 years ago