#vampire!draco

[handledwithgloves]

cursed drarry for @the-forbidden-forest ‘s art palette challenge!!

[loveapologist]

Vampire Draco is so funny. Just imagine how much worse his pronunciation gets with the fangs.

[nottsdarling]

Vampires Kiss

: vampire!bf draco x reader

: word count ; 860

: cw: mentions of blood, biting, slight vampirism?

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Your body tossed and turned, trying to find warmth within your bed adorned with blankets, plushies and more. The shivering became uncomfortable and unbearable, unable to fall back asleep. Slowly starting to stir, you felt a a weight upon your chest. Your eyes adjusted to the dark green hue that the Slytherin common room emiited. Finally noticing Draco heavily asleep, his arms wrapped around your torso. He looks exhausted, almost fatigued. Your boyfriend had been fighting his blood thirst for weeks now, refusing to let any blood come close to his soft, pale lips. Draco had mumbled and denied more times than you can remember at your feeble attempts to get him to feed. Always getting the same reply,

“No. I’m not harming anyone, darling.”

Draco’s head snapped up, his sleepy gaze meeting with yours. His eyes glowed a dark amber, a simple sign that he needed to feed.

“Draco… baby,”

You whispered, cradling his cold body as your hands intertwined with his blonde locks.

“You need to feed… you can barely stay awake.”

You muttered, kissing his forehead. His eyes flickered over your face, taking in your beauty. Draco stared at you for moment before shaking his head and quickly burying his face back into your collarbone. His arms tightened around you, the tension in his body quite noticeable. You began to pepper soft kisses all over his face. Feeling a pang of sympathy for your lover.

“Baby… please.”

You begged. Draco had been resisting for weeks now, it was clear he was at his own mercy. At his breaking point. You felt his body tense as you spoke.

“For me… I promise you won’t hurt me. You’re exhausted baby, please.”

Draco lifted his head, feeling almost somewhat nauseous. His amber eyes were filled with desperation, and hunger. He needed to feed. His fangs were elongated as he muttered words into your chest.

“I- I don’t want to hurt you… I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

Draco’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes searching for any discomfort or hesitation in your face. Returning his gaze with a soft smile, cupping his cheeks. Draco swallowed hard, his primal instincts taking over. His lips were millimeters from your neck, he could smell you. Smell your blood pulsating through your veins. Feeling his hot breath against your neck, you shivered. Draco’s lips brushed up against your neck, resting the waters. You could feel your heart pound through your chest, the anticipation making your breathing uneasy. Draco waited, his tongue and lips teasing the supple skin of your neck. Then, finally, you felt his fangs sink into your skin. Draco’s body pushed against yours, pinning you underneath him. The sensation oddly calming. The soft, greedy noises of his swallows filled your dorm room. A strange intimacy occupying both of your minds. As he continued to feed, you found yourself slipping into a trance, lulled by the rhythmic pull of his lips on your skin. Each gentle swallow was accompanied by the soft whisper of his praise, murmured so close that his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His grip tightened, possessive, yet with an underlying tenderness that made you feel cherished, protected—even as he drank from you.

“You’re like a drug to me… I can’t get enough of you.”

He mutters against your skin. Piercing your collarbone now, his body molded against yours as he lapped up your crimson blood.

“So sweet, so intoxicating,”

His lips pull away, his chest rising and falling as he looked into your eyes. He rested his forehead against yours, his amber gaze meeting your own with an intensity that took your breath away. His cheeks were flushed, the exhaustion that had shadowed his face now replaced by a renewed vitality. His fingers traced your jawline, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he held you close. Letting out a low moan, his slender fingers wrapped around your waist. His rings digging into your skin.

“Thank you,”

He whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, and yet…”

His words trailed off, as if he couldn’t quite express the depth of his gratitude, his devotion. You ran a hand through his tousled blonde locks, brushing them away from his forehead.

“I’d do anything for you, Draco,”

You murmured, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? I’m so utterly obsessed with you, princess.”

He spoke, murmuring the last part into your neck. A faint smile ghosted across his lips, though his expression remained pensive.

“I’ll never deserve you,”

He said softly, almost to himself, as if it were a truth he had come to accept long ago.You shook your head, pressing a reassuring kiss to his forehead.

“And yet, here we are.”

You muttered. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close, feeling his warmth mingle with your own. For a moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you entwined in each other’s arms. Draco’s fingers traced gentle patterns along your back as he settled beside you, his arms still around your waist.

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[draqo-pctter]

in between the silence, chapter five – confessions

Hermione Granger, in an effort to escape her parents' divorce and earn a place at Cambridge, has accepted a scholarship to Hogwarts Boarding School, one of the top-ranked schools in the UK. While there, she meets a group of students her friends call the Fae -- and they live up to their name, practically floating down the halls with their pitch-black or honey-colored eyes while keeping to themselves.

Soon enough, however, she learns that they aren't humans or fae at all but something much more sinister. And their presence has awoken another animal so ancient the world had laughed its existence away.

twilight-inspired dramione wip | chapters 5/9 | read all tags on ao3 | rated m

// i’m so pleased to be back with chapter five! i missed this fic so much😭 also pansy & rosalie deserve compensation for the HELL draco & edward put them through

click here to read on ao3

[dewitty1]

what husbands are for

softlystarstruck @softlystarstruck

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Werewolf Harry Potter, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Trust Issues, Tension, Getting to Know Each Other, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Loneliness, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Male Draco Malfoy, Blood Drinking, Mating Bites, Chronic Pain, Magical prosthetic limbs, alcohol mention, Television Watching, Hair Braiding, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Living Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Trans Sex, Possessive Harry Potter, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Autistic Draco Malfoy, Autistic Harry Potter, HD Fangfest 2022

Summary:

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work. And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.

Excerpt:

“Draco,” Harry says, helplessly tender. He’s still just standing in the doorway. His throat is tight with affection. He isn’t thinking at all. “I adore you.”

Draco goes unnaturally still, looking like he’s been slapped. The wand drops out of his hand and onto the covers, but the sparks continue to twinkle around him. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t–” Harry pauses as Draco’s response sinks in. He swallows down the words I didn’t mean to say that, and instead makes a choice. “I’m not lying.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Draco repeats, a bit more frantic, curling into himself on the bed. His eyes are impossibly wide and fixed on Harry.

“I do adore you,” Harry says as he moves closer, cautious like he would be with a wounded animal. “In every way you can imagine. I wouldn’t lie to you, Draco. Not about anything, but especially not this.”

“I know.” Draco’s voice is small now, but his eyes haven’t left Harry’s face. “I know you’re not lying. That’s why I’m afraid.”

Harry’s breath catches. He’s never heard Draco admit that before. I’m afraid.

“It’s just me,” Harry reminds him gently. He lowers himself onto the bed in front of Draco, giving him space. “You don’t have to be scared. It’s just me. Nothing has to change. I know that my feelings are so big, too big most of the time. I know how to handle it, and I’ve already been handling it, so we can just–”

Draco reaches up, buries his hands in Harry’s loose curls, and kisses him.

Harry’s hands come up before he even realizes what’s happening, cradling Draco’s delicate jaw. Warmth pools in his stomach at the feeling of Draco’s smooth, cold lips, and then Harry realizes he should kiss back, so he does, insistent and a bit frantic. Draco makes a whimpering sound and topples over backwards, bringing Harry with him, and they’re still kissing.

“Hold on,” Harry gasps, pulling away from Draco when his body finally insists that he needs to breathe. His glasses are smudged from Draco’s cheek. “I have to– hah– catch my breath. Just give me a moment. I forgot you don’t need to breathe.” He moves his face to the crook of Draco’s neck, waiting until his lungs are no longer protesting so much. Draco’s body is completely covered by Harry’s, and Harry is hyper aware of it, keeping himself braced on his elbows so he doesn’t accidentally crush his husband.

Harry inhales. They kissed.

Exhale. Draco kissed him.

Draco kissed him first.

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[colmiillo]

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing

[faiell]

someone's greedy

[garforarts]

Happy late Halloween 🧛🏻

[theodorenmyth]

Hi Kai! Could you make the Slytherin boys discovering that their partner is half a vampire? Surely one of his parents has been a vampire and another a human (Gen or Male Reader PLS)

Slytherin Boys React to you (M!READER) being half-vampire.

Mattheo Riddle ;

Mattheo stared at you, mouth slightly agape, as if waiting for the punchline. When you just stared back, arms crossed, he blinked rapidly and ran a hand through his curls.

"Fucking hell… My boyfriend is half a vampire?" he muttered, eyes wide. Then, after a moment, his lips curled into a slow, wicked grin. "That explains the whole ‘mysterious, brooding, pale but weirdly hot’ thing you’ve got going on."

You sighed. "Mattheo, I swear, if you start being an idiot about this—"

"Too late." He suddenly leaned forward, squinting at your face like he was trying to decipher some ancient text. "Alright, open your mouth. I need to see the fangs."

You gave him a deadpan look. "No."

"Oh, c’mon! Just a peek—"

"NO!"

Mattheo, being Mattheo, ignored your refusal entirely. Before you could stop him, he grabbed your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he pried your mouth open like a deranged dentist.

"Oi! You do have fangs!" He grinned, then gasped dramatically. "Wait.. can you bite me? Just a little? I wanna see if it does something."

Without hesitation, you smacked him upside the head with your fist. Hard.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK, Y/N!" He clutched his head, looking personally betrayed. "That hurt! I thought vampires were supposed to be gentle with their prey!"

"Do I look like I give a damn? I’m not biting you, you absolute menace."

Mattheo groaned but didn’t back down. Instead, he smirked, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "Fine. No biting. But I am going to test some things."

You narrowed your eyes. "What things?"

He suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a clove of garlic, holding it up like a weapon with a proud yet stupid face.

You stared at him. "Why are you.."

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CARRYING GARLIC WITH YOU?!"

"You never know when you’ll need it," he said with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes and snatched it from his hand, taking a huge, exaggerated bite. Mattheo gasped, grabbing his chest like you’d just performed an unforgivable curse in front of him.

"Eugh.. that’s sick. That’s actually disgusting, babe. What the hell?"

You chewed slowly, making direct eye contact. "Garlic is fine, you moron. I’m half-vampire. I’m not gonna burst into flames or anything."

Mattheo still looked a little disappointed, but that only lasted for a second before his eyes lit up again.

"Alright, what about sunlight?" He grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the nearest window. You barely had time to resist before he shoved your hand into a beam of sunlight. When nothing happened, he groaned. "Oh, come on! No sizzling? No dramatic smoke? What kind of vampire are you?"

"One that will absolutely knock you out cold if you keep making me do these vampire stereotypes."

Mattheo pouted like a child who had just been told he couldn’t keep a pet dragon. "So you don’t burn, you don’t hate garlic—wait, can you turn into a bat? Please tell me you can turn into a bat."

You felt your eye twitch in annoyance. "No, Mattheo, I cannot turn into a bat."

"Damn, you're boring."

You didn't hesitate to smack him again.

Theodore Nott ;

Theodore didn’t react right away. Instead, he just stared at you, his eyes were unreadable, as if he was running through a thousand different thoughts in his mind. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms.

"You're serious?" His voice was quiet, controlled, but there was a sharpness behind it.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah, I'm serious. My dad was human. My mum... she was a vampire."

Theodore exhaled through his nose, nodding slightly. He was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"I suppose that explains why you never seem to get tired at night... and why you always hear me coming before I say anything."

You chuckled. "Yeah. That, and the fact that your footsteps are loud as hell."

A flicker of amusement crossed his face, but it was gone just as fast. He tilted his head slightly, studying you. "Does this mean you need blood?"

You hesitated before answering. "Not really. I mean, I can eat normal food, but… sometimes, I do get cravings."

There was no judgment in his eyes—just pure analysis, like he was fitting this new piece of information into the puzzle that was you. Finally, he spoke again.

"Do you need blood? I can get it. Don’t ask how."

You blinked. "Wait—what? No! I don’t—Theodore, I’m not some starving, bloodthirsty monster."

He gave you a pointed look. "I never said you were. But if you ever need something, I’d rather you come to me than let yourself suffer in silence."

You swallowed. You hadn’t expected him to take it so... practically. No fear, no disgust. Just understanding.

He must’ve noticed your expression because he sighed, rubbing his temple. "Y/N. If you think this changes anything between us, you’re an idiot."

You smirked. "So you’re saying you’d still kiss a half-vampire?"

For the first time in the whole conversation, a small smirk ghosted across Theodore’s lips. He stepped closer, his fingers curling around the back of your neck as he pulled you in.

"I’m saying," he murmured, "that you’re still mine. Fangs and all."

And with that, he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

Lorenzo Berkshire ;

Lorenzo blinked at you. Once. Twice. Then he scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Wait… you’re joking, right?"

You shook your head. “No, I’m serious.”

He stepped back dramatically, placing a hand over his chest like you’d just confessed to murdering someone.

"So all this time, I’ve been snogging a vampire? And no one thought to warn me?"

Rolling your eyes, you sighed. “Half-vampire, Lorenzo. It’s not like I’m going to turn into a bat and fly away.”

He narrowed his eyes. “...Can you do that?”

“No.”

"Damn. That would’ve been so cool."

After a moment of silence, he walked up to you and squinted, inspecting your face like he was trying to see the vampire in you.

"Merlin, this explains so much. Your whole ‘mysterious, brooding, pale-but-attractive’ thing makes so much sense now. And your teeth—"

He grabbed your chin and tilted your head slightly, eyes locked on your canines. "You do have sharp fangs. I thought I was imagining it!"

You swatted his hand away. “I swear to Merlin, if you start calling me Count Y/N-ula, I will bite you just to make a point.”

His eyes widened, but instead of backing away, he smirked.

"Wait—hold on. Can you bite people? Like, is that a thing you have to do? Should I be worried?"

You sighed. “I don’t need to, but I mean… I could. If I wanted to.”

Lorenzo stared at you for a moment. Then he dramatically tilted his head, baring his neck.

"Go on, then. Just a little nibble—"

“Lorenzo, I am not biting you.”

"Why not?"

“Because I don’t need to, and you’re being an idiot.”

He pouted. "What if I wanted you to?"

You groaned, shoving him playfully.

Lorenzo laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Alright, alright. Jokes aside, you're still you. Half-vampire or not, that doesn't change anything."

Then, after a pause, he smirked again.

"But if you ever do get the urge to bite someone, I’m just saying—I’m open to the experience.”

You rolled your eyes. This was going to be a long night

Draco’s initial reaction was pure disbelief. He just stared at you, his grey eyes flicking between your face and the sharp canines that, now that he was actually looking, were far more pronounced than he’d ever realized.

"You’re... half what?" he repeated, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it sound less ridiculous.

You rolled your eyes, flashing your canines in an exaggerated grin. "Half-vampire, Draco. Not full vampire. I’m not about to drain you dry in your sleep, calm down."

He made a noise of protest, pushing back in his chair as if you might lunge at him any second.

"Excuse me for needing a moment to process the fact that my boyfriend is a damn half-vampire!"

You folded your arms. "I don’t see why you’re acting like I’ve sprouted bat wings. I literally go outside in daylight all the time. It’s not like I burst into flames."

Draco pointed at you accusingly. "Yes, but you are ridiculously pale! I thought you just had bad genetics, not that you were part-creature!"

You smirked. "Oh, so you have been checking me out."

"Not the point!"

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples like you had just confessed to being the Dark Lord himself. But as he thought about it, he found himself looking at you differently. Not with fear—

No, Draco Malfoy didn’t fear things. It was intrigue. A strange, undeniable attraction to the idea.

He crossed his arms, leveling you with a thoughtful look. "So… does that mean you have, I don’t know, enhanced abilities? Like, can you hear heartbeats? See in the dark?"

You tilted your head, giving him an amused look. "Why? Getting nervous, Malfoy?"

His chin lifted defiantly. "Of course not. I just want to know if I need to start carrying garlic around you."

You laughed, shaking your head. "That wouldn’t work on me, you idiot. Besides, if I wanted to bite you, I wouldn’t need to wait for some big reveal to do it."

Draco blinked. His brain short-circuited for a moment.

He cleared his throat, his usual cocky demeanor faltering for a fraction of a second before he managed to regain his composure.

"Well... I suppose it does make you more mysterious," he said finally, schooling his features into nonchalance. "And I do have excellent taste, after all."

You rolled your eyes. "And you wonder why I didn’t tell you sooner."

Blaise leaned back against the couch, his expression as unreadable as ever. You had just dropped the biggest bombshell on him, and yet, his reaction was maddeningly casual. He swirled the wine in his goblet—Merlin knows where he got it from—and eyed you with mild amusement.

"Mm. That explains a lot, actually," he mused. "The pale skin, the sharp canines, the way you always seem to know when I’m behind you even when I don’t make a sound."

You shifted on your feet, feeling unexpectedly self-conscious under his gaze. "So… you’re not weirded out?"

Blaise exhaled a slow, amused breath, setting his goblet down. "Weirded out? No. But now I do have one very, very important question, tesoro."

He leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours with that lazy, half-lidded smirk that always spelled trouble. "Does this mean you have a thing for necks?"

Your eyes widened as your face instantly heated up. "Blaise! what the hell?!"

"Because if that’s the case," he continued, completely ignoring your mortification, "I might just start leaving my collar unbuttoned more often. You know, for your 'convenience'."

He reached up, tugging at the top of his crisp white shirt, exposing the smooth, golden skin of his neck. "I wouldn't mind, you know. If you ever feel… tempted."

SMACK!

"OW— What the hell, Y/N!?" Blaise winced, rubbing the spot on his head where you had just smacked him.

"You deserved that," you muttered, crossing your arms as you tried to ignore the heat rushing to your face.

"Deserved?" Blaise echoed, feigning innocence as he tilted his head. "For what? Offering myself to my utterly irresistible, half-vampire boyfriend? Is that such a crime?"

"Yes, it is, you smug arse," you shot back, refusing to meet his eyes.

He chuckled, moving closer, his voice dropping into that low, velvety tone that always made your brain short-circuit. "You wound me, amore."

You huffed, turning away, only for Blaise to smoothly step into your space, his hands sliding down your arms. "Come now, darling," he murmured, "just one little bite. Think of it as a trust exercise."

You rolled your eyes, trying to push him away. "You’re insufferable."

*"And yet, you love me for it."*

You opened your mouth to argue, but then Blaise tilted his head again, fully exposing his neck.

His pulse was right there.

Steady.

Warm.

inviting.

Damn him.

You hesitated for only a second before leaning in, your breath ghosting over his skin. He tensed slightly but didn’t move away, waiting.

"Only because you won’t shut up otherwise," you muttered before sinking your canines gently into his skin.

Blaise let out a soft, shuddering exhale, his fingers tightening on your arms. "Mmm… remind me to tease you more often."

Tom stared at you, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your skin prickle. His expression was unreadable, but the sharp glint in his gaze told you that something had shifted.

"A half-vampire," he murmured, as if testing the words on his tongue. He took a slow step forward, his presence suffocating in the quiet room. "Now that... is fascinating."

You swallowed, resisting the urge to step back. You knew how Tom was—cold, calculating. You had no idea whether he saw this as a strength or a weakness.

"I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it mattered." Your voice was firm, but you couldn't deny the slight unease curling in your stomach. "I'm still me, Tom."

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Oh, but it does matter, Y/N." He reached out, fingers barely grazing your jaw before tilting your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze. "You are an anomaly. A rarity. Something neither fully human nor fully vampire... but something in between."

He studied you like you were a puzzle he needed to solve.

"Tell me," he continued, voice velvety smooth, "how does it feel? Do you crave blood?"

You exhaled sharply. "Not in the way you think. I don’t need it to survive, but… if I go too long without it, it makes me weaker."

Tom hummed, clearly pleased with your answer. "And sunlight? Does it burn?"

You shook your head. "I’m half-human, remember? It’s annoying, but not deadly."

A slow smirk tugged at his lips, and for some reason, that made your pulse quicken.

"So… you retain the advantages of both, but not the full weaknesses of either. Strength, heightened senses, speed... without the fatal flaws."

You knew what was coming before he even said it.

"You are extraordinary, Y/N."

His grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite name.

"And that means you are far more useful to me than I ever could have imagined."

Your jaw clenched. "I’m not a tool for you to use, Tom."

His smirk deepened, but he didn’t argue. He simply leaned in, his breath ghosting against your skin.

"We shall see about that."

Even without fangs, you suddenly felt like his prey.

[kohiandie]

day 7 || lovers

thanks for the love on these!

[nottsangel]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ introducing vampire!reader… ⊹ ࣪ ˖

vampire!reader… is fierce, cunning and dangerously charming. she isn’t just strong— she’s smart and manipulative when necessary. she can seduce, deceive, and destroy with a smile, doing whatever needs to be done— no guilt, no hesitation, even if that means violence. she always knows how to outsmart people.

“the world has two kinds of people: those who are prey and those who know how to hunt. guess which one i am.”

vampire!reader… has a hidden soft side buried deep, but no one gets to see it unless they’ve truly earned it. she’ll burn the world before she lets anyone control her. she doesn’t trust easily, and is convinced that anyone who gets too close either want something from her or will eventually betray her.

“i’ve been called many things—monster, seductress, survivor—but never weak.”

vampire!reader… has many abilities. she can snap a human’s neck in an instant, and a fight with her is over before it begins— she’s too fast for most to react. with heightened senses, she can hear whispered secrets from across the room. the scent of fear? or the sound of a heartbeat speeding up? she can sense it all.

“immortality is a game, and i always win.”

vampire!reader… has one great weakness— her bloodlust. no matter how controlled she seems, her craving for fresh human blood is always lurking beneath the surface. the longer she goes without feeding, the more reckless she becomes. and when hunger takes over? even she can’t predict what she’ll do.

“be careful, darling. i bite.”

…more

[dara-art]

“Slowly raising his hand, he gently ran his long fingers over the witch's cheek, wet with tears.

The contrast of their skin looked mesmerizing.

Her skin was so warm and tender. The blush turned her a deep pink. The witch squeezed her big eyes shut. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw her loosen her grip on the sheets.

Just as slowly, so as not to scare her off, Malfoy bent down to her disheveled hair and inhaled the delicate fragrance. She smelled like a newly opened rose. Charming, attractive, gentle and a little sweet.

"Tell me your name," he whispered into her hair.

Quietly, but firmly, the witch replied: "Hermione."

My previous art (dark dramione vampire au) has been expanded! This is part 2

the darkest side (artfic) by (me!😱) Dara_Art published on AO3, link in bio 🖤

[alivia-riddle]

What are yalls top 3 DRs?

Mines:

1. Twilight.

2. Outer Banks.

3. The Vampire Diaries.

[draqo-pctter]

in between the silence – chapter three, scary stories

chapter three of my dramione twilight au has been posted ✨ i refuse to apologize for the length of these chapters!! i’m just a girl, writing her dream man, begging the internet to let her cook

mind the tags & enjoy!!

[s0urw00lf]

𝑺0𝒖𝒓’𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

╰┈➤ Supernatural,

╰┈➤ Marvel,

╰┈➤ Maze runner,

╰┈➤ The vampire diaries,

╰┈➤ Teen wolf,

╰┈➤ Top gun,

╰┈➤ Harry Potter,

╰┈➤ Outer banks,

╰┈➤ Twilight

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↪Scales and Arpeggios

— aemond x wife!reader

— [toothrotting fluff]

↪ Sevenmas

— aemond x wife!reader

— [smut + suspense + fluff]

Loki Laufeyson

Homelander

↪ Love And Devotion

— homelander x supe!reader

— [angst + fluff]

Draco Malfoy

Josh Washington

↪ Pregnancy Scare

— josh x fem!reader

— [angst/comfort + fluff]

↪ Reconnecting

— Josh x fem!reader

— [angst + fluff + smut]

Viserys Targaryen iii

↪ Dark Red (series-ao3)

— viserys iii x stark!oc (oc is wanda inspired)

— [smut + angst + violence + death]