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So I know that this tumblr has been dead for a very long time and I’m sorry for that. But I desperately want to write again so I made a new tumblr. @mashupxreader I want to write about a variety of topics there so if you have any fic ideas you want you can hit me up here or on my new tumblr. Thanks. Hope to be writing again very soon. 😘

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I’m Back and I Have Missed You Like Crazy.

University is done for me which means that I am back writing until next September! I have missed you guys like crazy and NEED to get writing again. If you have any idea floating around in your head (smutty or not) I would love to do it! So please just send me a message and I will see what I can do. Can���t wait to be back my little loves!

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Draco: *crying in the bathroom 6th year*

Harry: Look, Malfoy, not that I give a shit but are you okay?

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Insp

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luna as a tattoo artist

just think about it:

- she gives ginny a stick and poke in their fourth year, the first tattoo she’s ever given anyone - a tiny crescent moon on the inside of her forearm with magic color changing ink - it tells ginny the weather, and glows when the weather is perfect for quidditch

- hagrid gleefully gets a tattoo from luna sometime in the fifth year - on his inner ankle, a square of text tells him about the needs of the creatures around him - he starts sitting with his ankle on his knee to more easily check it

- she gives harry a tattoo the summer before his eighth year - a small horntail, but it moves from his chest to sit on his shoulder or cower in the crook of his elbow as it pleases - it wakes him up from his bad dreams, and keeps him warm in the middle of the night

- she gives neville a tattoo before she was stolen into the malfoy’s manor - it’s a ring encircling his middle finger - the magic of it is simple, transforming into whatever word he needs to see most when he asks it

- seamus gets one not long after neville - it’s a tiny bomb on his collar bone, ticking in time with dean’s heart

- hermione doesn’t want a tattoo at first, but as she grows closer with luna she asks for it very shyly in the middle of her eighth year - it gently pulses with her heart on her shoulder blade, an hourglass on it’s side - it will sometimes stand up and run sand, but only when hermione is very busy or stressed

- george asks for a tattoo that finishes his jokes, many years after the war, when he is an uncle and godfather - luna refuses and instead gives him a non-magical tattoo, a china cup mended with gold over his heart

- draco, many years after luna is an established artist and healer, drops into her shop in diagon alley - he asks her to fix his scar-slashed Mark, and she turns it into a sleeve of flowers, studded with snakes and turtles - the flowers bloom with his moods, and shield him from hurting himself

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Something smutty this way comes…

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After making sure Gryffindor wins the House Cup

Dumbledore: I'm so generous

Dumbledore: 10 points to Dumbledore

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New Boo

Hello, Love bugs!

Draco X Reader

Warnings- Smut in future parts. Just swears in this one.

I’m mixing two requests into one. This is Part One of unknown. Enjoy!

Hey love! Could you write something for Draco following the lyrics of Sex by The 1975? Like the Slytherin reader has a boyfriend but she's not super into him, and Draco is into her and likes the challenge. They mess around in secret but then end up together (the secret gets out or they find themselves actually falling in love) idk something like that, you can take the idea wherever ❤️

hi could you write a imagine about the reader finding out Draco's Dark Mark and helping him through his nightmares and his darkest days...?

Your mother made you date him. She came up with some excuse about how it was up to you as their only child. Dating him was the perfect way to bring back your families name into the light. Your father was one of the lower death eaters on the chain so in your mother's eyes, he was a failure. You were going to fix all of this. When her mother chose your father for her she was young and hopeful. She grew up in a highly regarded family in the dark wizarding community.

So when your father turned out to be a dud in the eyes of the dark lord she put all her faith in you to restore her name. Well, she actually put all her faith in your older brother. But after he ran away from home to be apart of Muggle culture she insisted he was dead to her.

As you stood in the hall of the Malfoy manor you let your new boo continue on of how he was recently reading a great book of snails you let your mind wander. He was a nice enough guy but watching paint dry was more fun than being with him. His name was Gideon Scalby. An atrocious last name aside, his father was near the top of the ministry. He had the power to find information out about Hogwarts and it's going on’s. His mother was a proper lady who lived the life your mother had pined for all her childhood.

Thankfully you didn't have to listen to Scalby tell you more about how snails can be used in a variety of potions as everyone was called into the dining hall to hear the dark lord speak.

You personally didn’t care much for the dark one. He gave you the chills every time he was near. The cause was another glaring issue with you. You knew in your heart that muggle born Witches and Wizards were as bright as any other pure blood was.You would never dream of saying anything like that to your mother or anyone in this room. For you though, you knew what was right and true. This wasn’t your fight but you had no choice in being part of this. The meeting of the minds was underway and you had two simple jobs. One, sit still and face the dark lord. But never meet eyes with him. The second was to say nothing unless absolutely necessary.

Thankfully you were a no one to the dark lord. Your family was low enough that if you zoned out it wouldn't be that bad. Once the meeting was over you started to make your way out before your mother stopped you to fuss with your skirt.

“What are you doing?” Your mother gave you a pointed look as she continued with her task.

“He has asked for you. Along with Draco and Gideon. You will be receiving your dark mark.” You didn’t have much to say after that. Your fate had been sealed in a moment of agonizing pain. You were branded. No chance of anyone trusting you with such an unsightly thing stuck on your arm. Your parents were clamouring over you to see the fresh mark forever on your wrist. Your mother couldn’t stop gushing about how proud she was that the dark lord thought high of her daughter. Your father was happy to see that there was a possible hope to your mother's plan of setting you up with Gideon.

That night was one of the worst ever. Sleep was out of the question from the searing pain on your inner left arm. If you did manage to get some sleep you would be immediately woken up from the dreams. They didn't feel like just dreams though. They felt real. Like a bad memory. The dreams ranged from deaths of people who you didn't know to flashes of green with the sting of what felt like a bite to the mark. You knew that when he calls meetings the mark will feel like a burning sensation. This wasn't a burn. This was torture. Maybe he was testing you. Maybe he knew your thoughts on the war and this was some sick way he was going to torture you until he got bored and decided to just murder you. Either way getting the mark was only a small cog in this war.

When it was time to go back to Hogwarts everything felt suddenly different. The excitement of getting to go back to your home felt less magical. Your happiness had drained from you leaving as a hollow shell of questioning. Your mother made you get onto the train with Gideon. His usual boring personality had turned to quiet since the day you were marked. You never thought you would say it after a summer of being forced together with him but you would have preferred listening to him talk about why the bowtruckle is the best at picking locks.

When you got to the train car that all the Slytherins sit in you looked to see Draco sitting on a bench on his own. You turned to Gideon to mention that he could go sit with his own friends but when you turned he was already with the boys talking up a storm. Apparently, he wasn't out of talking so much as he was out of talking to you. Ouch.

You decided to shake it off and go to sit by Draco in his little hideaway. At first, he was scowling as a way to make others pick a different seat but when he realized it was you who was tossing your bag on the floor by his feet his attitude had changed.

“Hey Y/N. would you like to join me? I see your bag has decided to rest here. “ You stuck your tongue out before taking your seat beside him.

“Are we huge jerks if we don't let anyone sit across from us?” Draco gave you a pity laugh as he rested his feet on the seat in front of him. “ If Pansy comes and tries to sit here I might fake the flu so she sits somewhere else.”

“You manage to scare her off and I will be taking you out for a butter beer the first chance we can.” You turned to Draco and stuck out your hand.

“Deal! Double win. Parkinson fucks off and I get a free drink.” Draco took your hand and gave it a firm shake.

When Pansy did come around she saw Draco and got all chipper. That was until she saw you sitting beside him with your head on his shoulder. If there was one thing Pansy hated it was your friendship with Draco.And if there was one thing you loved was annoying Pansy with said friendship.

The train ride was quiet between the two of you. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that Draco had a lot going through his mind. For Draco, getting his dark mark was only a step in the direction of his duties. You had heard rumours of the things that the dark lord wanted Draco to do. But from what you had been hearing it wasn't good.

Draco was looking out the window at the passing tree’s when you took his hand from his lap to give him a little squeeze. Draco didn't even flinch at the touch. He simply squeezed back before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and knuckles. Draco mouthed thanks before pulling your hand to his lap so he could relax again but this time holding onto you.

This year of schooling was defiantly going to be an interesting one.

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What happened to the part two of the Neville fic? I can't find it :/

https://potterlifexreader.tumblr.com/post/159140725833/after-the-ball

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Relationship With Fred

big spoon/little spoon: Fred likes to be the big spoon most of the time because he can wrap his arms around you and play with your fingers. But he does request little spoon when he is cold. Or sick.

favourite non-sexual activity: Going to quidditch games. No matter how bad the seating he loves to take you to the games.

who uses all the hot water: Fred does. He loves sharing the bathroom with just you. He can have showers where he sings or thinks about the world with no one banging on the door to hurry up.

the most trivial thing they fight over: The trouble he gets in with George and how you have a nice job at the ministry. One that you would prefer to keep your name clear of his mischief.

who does most of the cleaning: Fred does the easy stuff like dusting. Or eating the cookies you just baked. So, in other words, he is your entertainment while you do the real stuff.

what has a season pass on their DVR/who controls the Netflix queue: You have the Netflix password. He doesn't really get the whole obsession with binge watching something. He doesn't have the patience to sit for an hour let alone hours on end.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Fred but he would have fixed it first. Most of the time he can figure out what went wrong too. but if he couldn’t fix it he learns from the guy who came to fix it.

who steals the blankets: You do. Fred doesn’t seem to mind though because between cuddling you and even just being in the same bed he is usually hot.

who leaves their stuff around: Fred. And it always seems to be something dangerous that he says you shouldn't touch. Lord knows that your house is not baby friendly.

who remembers to buy the milk: Fred does. He is pretty good at stopping at the shop on his way home. He does however always add something you didn't have on the list to his basket.

who remembers anniversaries: You do. But Fred has never forgotten one. You are the one in charge of planning.

Who cooks normally?: You do. Fred is really good at eating it and complimenting you on the wonderful job.

How often do they fight?: Not very often. Fred isn't one to raise his voice.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Fred is at the shop. But he isn't much into not being with each other when the two of you have free time since it is so rare.

Nicknames for each other?: Fred calls you his girl. “How is ma’ girl?” You call Fred Love.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Fred. And don’t argue. It's useless

What would they get each other for gifts?: You would get Fred an iPhone for the times in the summer when you can’t be with each other every day. Face Time is a midnight staple for the two of you.

Who kissed who first?: Fred kissed you first. He had it all planned out to be in the garden at Hogwarts when the sun was setting. Rather romantic for him.

Who made the first move?: You did. A heavy snog session turned into a heavy petting session that ended you bringing him up to your dorm room.

Who remembers things?: You do. Fred’s brain is too full of other things.

Who started the relationship?: Fred did. He asked you after he won a quidditch match.

Who cusses more?: You do. Fred does swear but he tries to keep it PG13 at the shop with all the kids and parents around.

What would they do if the other was hurt?: Fred would do anything to help you. He would move mountains if necessary.

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Relationship With Ron

big spoon/little spoon: Ron in the big spoon. He loves to hold you and press kisses into your shoulders and neck.

favourite non-sexual activity: Taking walks down Diagon Alley. Even if you aren't looking in the shops he just loves walking around laughing with you.

who uses all the hot water: You do with Ron. He loves the idea of never waiting after people to take his shower. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy using all the water up with you.

the most trivial thing they fight over: Ron’s sassy attitude.

who does most of the cleaning: You do. Ron tries to help but his idea of helping to try and get the mop to do the washing on its own. He doesn't manage to ever get the mop to clean properly.

what has a season pass on their DVR/who controls the Netflix queue: You have the Netflix but every suggestion is based on the things he likes. He loves a nice evening in watching muggle movies.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: You do because Ron most likely made it worse when he tried to fix it with his manliness.

who steals the blankets: Ronald. 

who leaves their stuff around: Ron. and he can never remember where he left said items.

who remembers to buy the milk: Ron some how does. But he brings one almost every day. So it’s not so much remembering as it is covering his ass.

who remembers anniversaries: You do. Ron remembers the night before as he runs out the door to go find a present.

Who cooks normally?: You do but Ron has his few great recipes that he picked up from his mum.

How often do they fight?: All the time but it’s always about stupid things. making the fights last only a couple of minutes.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Ron is with Harry or Hermione. Or with his brother at the joke shop.

Nicknames for each other?: Sweetpea for you. Won Won if you’re picking on him. But mostly love.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Ron would. You would try to insist on paying but he loves to spoil you on the money he works hard for.

What would they get each other for gifts?: Ron would get you some book or something his mother told him to get you. He would want you to enjoy it. You would get Ron the newest little tool to fool around with. Just like the deluminator.

Who kissed who first?: You kissed Ron first in a little innocent peck. He made the kiss deeper than intended.

Who made the first move?: Ron did after a particularly fun night of dipping into the fire whiskey.

Who remembers things?: You do. Ron can’t remember what he ate for dinner the other day.

Who started the relationship?: You did. Ron wasn't sure you fancied him so he tried to play coy. Tried.

Who cusses more?: Ron! He does seem to keep the swearing down a little when his mother is around.

What would they do if the other was hurt?: Fight anyone who tried to hurt you.

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Happy 36th Birthday, Ginevra Molly “Ginny” Potter (neé Weasley) (b. 11 August, 1981)

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Looking for a guy who:

-is adorable -loves to read -is loyal -has brown eyes -has brown hair -has scars -is a wizard -turns into a werewolf on the full moon -nicknamed moony -remus lupin -im looking for remus lupin

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Hurting

Hello, Love bugs.

Draco X Reader 

Y/H= your house name Y/N= your name

Warnings- drinking, swears

The line that inspired me. “Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday?”

 He had been hurting for a long time. It was your last year at Hogwarts and Draco had lost himself. He could have passed for one of the ghosts in the halls he had turned so pale. He went from the boy who you fell for to a stranger who you weren’t even sure was still in love with you. It was after potions class when you tried to catch up with Draco. You had called out to him but he had clearly decided to ignore you. You pushed past a few girls who were gossiping before grabbing at Draco’s arm. 

“Hey, what’s going on with you? It’s like you’re a different guy. Can we talk later?” Draco looked at you up and down making you feel nervous as to what was going to come. “Please Draco. We can’t go on with you just ignoring me.” 

“I don’t want to talk to you Y/N. How about you just fuck off and mind your own business.You don’t even understand. You’re just a stupid mudblood.” Looking at Draco it truly hurt. His words cut deeper than either of you expected. Draco reached for your wrist to try and keep you in place but you pulled away from his touch. 

“Don’t ever speak to me again Draco Malfoy. I don’t know who you are anymore.” With that, you turned to walk down the hall in the opposite direction of him trying to keep in the tears until you were somewhere private to let go of the emotions you were feeling.

Running down the hall you found the little spot in the court yard that Draco and yourself used to sit in all the time. This was your secret little happy place before. Now it was a lonely place only bringing up memories of the two of you when you were still in ignorant bliss. The times when Draco didn't have such a pressure on his shoulders. When he wasn’t surrounded by death and the killers that were the cause of it. You continued to sit in the spot for a while. 

Not really sure how long it really was, after sitting there you finally decided that once the tears were no longer able to come it was time to get up. You looked at the time and decided that you should head to class as detention with Snape. Nothing sounded worse for today.  As you left your final class you made your way down the hall towards Y/H common room. You had spent as much extra time as possible to avoid going back to your room or really any time spent where people were. You tried to avoid anyone in the halls but unfortunately, you weren’t that lucky. As you tried to keep your head down and walk Pansy made a point of stopping you with her little gang of rude jealous girls. Ever since the moment that Draco even gave you attention she was up your ass. 

“Oh hello Y/N. You look terrible. I heard from a little mouse that you and Draco got into a fight in the hall. Did he finally realise how much of a loser you were?” You tried desperately to ignore her and the other girls but it was nearly impossible with them blocking your way. 

“Excuse me. I’m just trying to get to my room.” As you pushed your way past the girls you heard Pansy yell out to you before you were out ear shot.

“It’s useless to try and go back to him. He can never be with you since your kind will be all killed soon enough.” Usually Pansy is full of shit but Pansy saying it makes everything seem a bit more real. Maybe you were being ignorant to what was to come. Maybe you had believed in in the good too hard. You tried not to think too hard about it as you had enough things going on in your head. 

Once you had finally made it back to the common room you tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. Most of the people that were still hanging out were your friends. They were honestly the last people you wanted to talk to.you already knew that you were the talk of everyone for have Draco yell at you in the hall. People had said you were this weird wonderful mix of a couple so it was always automatic that people knew everything involving the business of your relationship. 

Thankfully you made it to your room as quickly as possible without anyone really even looking your way. after you opened your shared bedroom you noticed it was already dark. Sneaking over to your bed it was suddenly clear to you that there was someone in your bed. That someone being Draco. He was asleep holding an almost empty bottle of fire whisky. He smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke. You knew he had been keeping the whisky in his trunk for a special occasion but you had never even seen him smoke. 

Pushing on his arm you attempted to wake him up as quietly as possible as to not wake any of your roommates. Draco’s eyes opened letting you see how red his eyes had become from most likely tears that he let flow for the past while. 

“Draco. How long have you been here?” You said in a whisper. Draco gave a moan as he simply rolled over onto his side. “No Draco. You can’t be here right now.” 

“No. Please don’t kick me out. I can’t leave until we talk.” Draco was not using any sort of whispering tone making one of your roommates turn over in their bed. 

“Okay please keep your voice down.” Grabbing onto Draco’s hand you pulled him towards the bathroom off to the side of the room. Once the door was closed you took a better look at Draco in the light. His hair was a mess from its usual look. He was in a white button down shirt untucked from his black trousers. He had sat on the floor rubbing his face with the palms of his hands as you thought of what to say. You had never seen him like this before.It was hard to hold off your emotions. It was a mix of anger and sadness. You never imagined that today would be the day you would have your heart broken this morning but also that you were completely embarrassed from being yelled at in the hall in front of all of your peers.

“Say something. I can’t handle you looking at me like this.” Draco said looking back down at his bare feet. You joined him on the cold tiled floor of the washroom. It was weird to sit so far away from him when it was clear that the two of you were both hurting. The last few years you always looked for comfort in each other as he was the one person in this world that you knew you could always trust Draco. He felt the exact same way in a world full of pressure on his shoulders. He could always be himself with you. When his father would put him down and make him feel insignificant you were there as a shoulder to cry on. When Draco had received his dark mark you never looked at him in a different light. To you he was Draco. The guy who was your rock. He was a smart student who was always willing to help you with homework no matter how much he had on his own plate. 

“I understand that life is not exactly easy right now. Nor does it feel real in any way but I always figured that no matter what was going on I would have you.” You mimicked Draco’s body language pulling your knees into your chest letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.  “Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday?”

“Well it’s not smart and it has given me the worst head ache ever but i figured that drinking would help me sort out my thoughts. I regret everything I said today. That wasn't me. That was my father, the worst parts of him. It’s not fair for me to put that on you or say those things. It’s just that the last time I went home he was up my ass about mudbloods and well, you know who. He put me in this terrible mind space of needing to pick between you and my mother. I could never stop loving you, but I could never leave her there with him. He will be the reason she will die I'm sure. I just can't figure out how to save the both of you but it happens to be a bit of a conflict of interest.” You moved closer to Draco wrapping your arms around his bicep. 

“Why haven't you told me these things?” You said resting your head on his arm. 

“I guess I thought I could handle it all.I was really fucking wrong. I know that it will take some time to forgive me but do you think you could try?” You felt the tears from earlier start to sting your eyes again. Draco heard you first sniffle before he pulled you into his lap so you could rest your head on his shoulder and so the two of you could wrap your arms around each other. 

“I know this conversation isn't over. But do you think we could go to my bed and cuddle and deal with all of this tomorrow?” Draco gave a little smile into your hair line as he pressed a light kiss there. 

“Absolutely love. Best thing I have heard all day.” Nothing was officially fixed. your heart still hurt for not only yourself but also for Draco’s. It wasn't going to be an easy next few days, but if you had your partner in crime back you could handle anything that was about to come your way.

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