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[cutielando]

Hello, can I request draco x muggleborn! reader where the reader is actually a member of the royal family in the muggle world?

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Being a Muggleborn was hard in the wizarding world. Especially when confronted with people who didn't believe that you were worthy of having magical powers.

But being a Muggleborn while dating Draco Malfoy, practically magic royalty? Now that was a whole other story.

Draco didn't care that you weren't a Pureblood. He loved you regardless of that. His mother was the same, she was just happy that her son found someone to love and cherish.

Lucius was the problem.

Ever since Draco decided to tell his parents about your relationship, his father made it very obvious to him how much he disliked you and didn't approve of you. You'd never even met the guy and he already hated you.

But that was all going to change because Draco had decided to take you to his house for dinner during spring break.

"Are you sure you want me to come? I don't want to be the reason you fight with your father" you had asked Draco one night before while you were lying on the couch in the Slytherin common room.

"I'm sure. My mother has been insisting that she meets you and we've put it off enough. I don't care what my father has to say, I'll still love you no matter what" he explained, pecking your lips to reassure you.

"Have you told them the 'thing' about me?" you asked quietly, not trusting that others wouldn't hear your secret and make a big deal out of it.

"Not yet, figured I should wait and we'll tell them over dinner. Maybe my father will come around and respect you when he hears"

You thought for a second and nodded, leaning back into Draco's embrace and letting the warmth emanating from his body envelop you and lull you into a peaceful sleep.

♡♡♡♡♡

"Are you sure about this? Last chance to run" you told Draco as you stood in front of Malfoy Manor, your hand tightly gripping his.

“Love, I’m sure. Are you sure you’re up for this? We don’t have to if you want to” he turned to you and put the hand that wasn’t holding yours on your cheek.

You looked him in the eye for a minute, feeling safe and sound as you let his eyes calm you down.

“Let’s do this. Together” you finally spoke up, determined to get this over with and make it work.

Draco smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips and then forehead.

As you sarted walking towards the front entrance, a million thoughts started racing through your mind.

You were so engrossed in your own mind that you didn’t even notice you were already standing in front of the large black oak doors, Draco having already knocked.

A small, petite house elf opened the door and bowed immediately to his master, scrambling to usher you inside.

“Master Draco, your presence has been highly anticipated. Mistress Y/N, your presence has been waited upon as well. Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa are waiting for you in the dining hall” the elf explained before quickly hurrying down the corridor and entering, what you presumed was, the kitchen.

“Ready?” Draco whispered, standing in front of you and holding your arms.

You nodded, giving him a small smile.

He returned it and pecked your forehead before taking your hand again and entering the room.

Lucius was sitting at the head of the long dining table and Narcissa was sitting next to him, smiling once he saw you entering.

“My boy, oh how I’ve missed you” she got up once we reached her and enveloped Draco in a tight hug, the boy returning the gesture.

When they pulled away, Narcissa turned to you and smiled.

“Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” you said swiftly, tryinf to calm your nerves.

“You’re even more beautiful than Draco described” she gushed and pulled you in a hug, chuckling when she heard Draco swear under his breath.

A sudden cough made you all freeze. Narcissa pulled away from you and turned to her husband, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.

“This is my husband, Lucius. Lucius, you remember Y/N from Draco’s letters, don’t you?” Narcissa put her hand on his shoulder, most probably considering she could take control of the situation.

“I remember her vividly. The Mudblood, of course” he spit, venom clear as day in his voice.

“Father!” Draco hissed, glaring at him.

“I thought I told you to never bring this Mudblood into my house. What is she doing here?” Lucius asked Draco, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

“You will not speak to her that way. She is not a Mudblood and she is certainly not your common Muggleborn” he said and stopped, looking at you for approval.

You gave him a small smile and nodded, resting your hand on his leg in order to keep him calm.

“Oh, she’s special now, isn’t she? Do tell me, what could possibly make this girl special?”

“I’m a member of the Royal Family” you spoke up for the first time in front of Lucius before Draco could speak.

The silence that filled the room was thick, almost deafening. Lucius was staring at you like you had grown two heads, Narcissa was beaming at you and Draco was sitting back in his chair, enjoying the reaction from his father.

“Excuse me?” Lucius finally said, his face as white as a sheet.

“I’m a member of the Muggle Royal Family. Quite literally a princess”

Lucius was silent for a minute, deep in thought, before he slowly nodded.

“In that case, I would like to apologize for my harsh words and behavior towards you, Y/N. You have my blessing to date my son and consider this your home from this day forward” he nodded curtly and stood up, walking away from you three and leaving the room.

You turned to look at Draco, whose smile was as wide and bright as the Sun.

“Told you” he said, making you roll your eyes.

You were just glad his parents finally approved of you and Lucius came around.

Because there was no way in hell you were leaving Draco.

Ever.

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[lilithofpenandbook]

au where when a Death Eater is killed, they can actually not die, on one condition:

Their heart must be pure.

This doesn't mean they never ever did anything wrong. That's impossible if you're human. No, this means that whatever they've done, it's for a selfless reason. That whatever bad they've done for selfish reasons, they've fully regretted, repented, and set out for redemption. That in their heart of hearts, they are no true Death Eater, because true Death Eater have no compassion, or selfless love. Selfless Love is a pure thing, and if that exists in the heart, then they may survive being killed.

And there's another thing: they return to the physical state they were in before taking the Dark Mark. It's all effectively "wiped clean", as it were. Of course, the actions remain, as do the mental scars, but the physical body is now back to when it was still pure of this evil as a little nod to the purity of their heart.

During the second war, then, there are a few Death Eaters who do not die. But only the fewest:

The most famous example? Severus Snape, who is all but a mere child, barely touching adulthood. Who's small and underweight, whose body is still riddled with scars from the Good Guys. Who's so young it's frightening to think he became a death eater at this age because there's something so broken and fragile about him. How did he manage to survive through that?

And then... And then there's Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.

Who... Who's a literal child.

[breakfastedits]

like if you save pls<3

[multifandotakugirl]

sapphic culture is watching a movie series, or just series, that you swore you would never watch because there's one (1) milf in there you just needed to see and you refuse to not understand The Plot

[enbysiriusblack]

just watched high school musical. sharpay and ryan are the only good characters. also they're so narcissa and kingsley to me.

[expectopatronum18]

Ik PPL really hate this about the movies, but GOD i love Tom Felton as Draco. I don't need the movies to be a word to word telling of the story, i can just read the books for that. Movie Draco is absolutely hilarious and iconic, Tom Felton is just too good to hate (ig kinda like Alan Rickman with Snape). I'm watching the movies for the first time in years, I'd forgotten how funny Draco was. Ik this defeats the point of his book counterpart, but Tom Felton's delivery is top tier. I love book Draco (tho he's unbearable on page) and movie Draco for completely different reasons, movie Draco has the charm book Draco tried to so hard to exude but he came off as a sore loser loll

[dramioneasks]

Lovefool - WillowingScribe - E, 12 chapters - Draco gets doomed by the Ministry to live without his magic for a year. Hermione, tasked to chauffeur the proud but now magically-impotent wizard to a small cottage in the middle of nowhere, never imagined she would be responsible for teaching her former nemesis how to use a toaster. Neither of them would've thought that through their forced collaboration they would learn to appreciate each other beyond their wildest imagination. OR A decade spanning love story inspired by When Harry Met Sally but with a much heavier dash of spice.

[viikkah]

Helen McCory & Helena Bonham Carter behind the scenes of HP

[siriuslydontknow]

Sirius being asked what he thinks about his cousins

"Andromeda is by far the most tolerable. I can actually have a conversation with her without wanting to rip my hair out for the most part."

"Narcissa... has her moments. Doesn't mean we get along, though."

"Bella- *incredibly dramatic groan that sounds suspiciously like he's holding back a scream*. That about sums her up."

[binvibin]

rip narcissa black you would have loved waitress the musical

[greenerteacups]

Re: your recent response about Draco wearing blue - fashion is not something I tend to pick up on (or understand very well generally), so I’m always curious to hear more about it! Do you have any other fashion thoughts you want to elaborate on? You’ve talked a bit about Draco and Hermione’s fashion, what about Harry or Ron?

Aw, yeah! I'll preface this by saying that the following is a combination of canon and headcanon; some of this is evidenced in the text of the fic, but some of it probably isn't, it's just something that's in my head when describing them.

Harry's pretty small in Lionheart, as a consequence of chronic malnutrition in childhood mixed with a genetic predisposition to it (James is canonically a short king, cf. "Hairy Little Christmas.") That means a lot of his muggle clothes don't fit well, being hand-me-downs from Dudley; in contrast, his school robes, which we know he got tailored at Malkin's, seem to fit normally (i.e., Harry fits better in the magical world, it's his home, it suits him). In general, Harry's fashion is "adequate, but not great," which makes sense; he never had the chance to choose his own clothes growing up, and then he went to boarding school with a uniform, so when would he develop a sense of style? Honestly, it's a relief for him to have one fewer decisions to make.

Like Ron, Harry's uniform isn't super meticulous, but he seems to make an effort. He does his tie and keeps his shirt clean, etc. (which makes sense; Harry cares about belonging here). When we see Harry out of uniform, he's usually wearing baggy t-shirts and jeans, which are the least nice clothes you could give to someone while still expecting them to last; they're also clothes that fit loose and hang long on his body (very late-80's + early 90's).

Ron, on the other hand, doesn't have any qualms about belonging in the magical world; he was born to it. This manifests as a laziness with his robes. He doesn't bother with his tie as much, if at all, and when he does it's not the right knot (Draco points it out in Book 3); since he's the brother of not one but two Head Boys, we have to assume that's deliberate, or that at some extent his lack of attention is a deliberate manifestation of something. Ron is youngest boy, he has self-esteem issues, and the way this manifests is by Ron never asking for anything and then getting sour when nothing goes his way. He doesn't try, so he can't feel bad when he fails. Besides which, when Ron does try to dress nice, it backfires; it's either an uncomfortable costume, like in "Operation Prewett," or it's a horrible hand-me-down, e.g. the Yule Ball outfit. Contrast him with the other Weasley boys, many of whom — especially the three oldest — have their own cultivated aesthetics, because they all know who they are. Ron is figuring that out, and it manifests in stylistically messy ways.

[nellarw95]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Helen 🎂💔

Helen Elizabeth McCrory 🤍

August 17,1968 - April 16,2021🙏🏻

We Miss You So Much 🕊️♾️

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔

17 Agosto 1968 - 16 Aprile 2021🙏🏻

Ci Manchi Moltissimo 🕊️♾️

[kierancaz]

How often do you guys think of how fucked ip Draco’s hairline is in the movies ??? Like I feel bad for Tom bc like bro that shit started EARLY why couldn’t they just get him a damn wig instead of having him bleach the ever longing shit out of his hair.

[skeletonoli]

just saw someone use Margot Robbie's Barbie as a narcissa fancast... I love it..

[nikholascrow]

I was watching the half blood prince and the marauders hyperfixation hit a little too hard. just finished a 20 minute rant about the physical and psychological torture Bellatrix and the rest of the Black family most likely experienced to push them to the point of insanity Bella presents in the books and movies.

Draco and Blacks were essentially Raised in a cult, or very toxic religion (the death eaters who view voldemort as the lord or maybe even savior) because they were raised by generations of blood purists. Bella Draco and Narcissa and Sirius all have different experiences with their escape or lack thereof. Bella played the game, she embraced it and it consumed her. Narcissa played the game but never fully committed because she wanted out. Draco was forced into it by his father and it consumed him, until he was saved by Harry and Narcissa. Sirius escaped via the Potters and healed from it (partially). I also think it’s interesting how Narcissa attempted to end the generational trauma but failed and in the end Draco was the real end to the Black family trauma. (Sirius was too but he didn’t have kids and also he died so that’s less interesting)

Also Draco gets entirely too much hate (at least from the people i know in person because i really only discuss Marauders era stuff online and not Harry Potter stuff) and people seem to forget he was 16 when he was admitted into the death eaters. He made terrible choices and did bad things but he was a child who was literally raised to do so. He didn’t really have a choice, and even though he had very little control over his own life he still didn’t kill dumbledore and he wasn’t going to which was confirmed in a conversation between Harmonie and Harry which goes roughly as follows

“do you think he would have done it?”

“no, he was lowering his wand. In the end it was Snape. It was always Snape.”

And keep in mind that’s not just wishful thinking Harry hated Draco at the time he would not have defended him.

[marvol0]

OUTSIDER (5) || Rabastan Lestrange WTM

Series Synopsis: When the truth comes out about the future inside the walls of Hogwarts, on the first night back in 1977, what will happen for those involved with the chaos that ensued?

Secrets outed, Lies revealed and true intentions determined

Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange x Fem!Regulus Black

Notes: Angst ;)

"𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄." Evan Rosier muttered staring at his godson in wonder, Barty Crouch Jr was leaning forward next to him nodding along. Soon the silence was once again broken by Narcissa Black, soon to be Malfoy, snorting out a laugh.

Her eyes widened, hand coming to cover her face. "I am so-" She was cut off by herself bursting into a fit of giggles, the rest of the hall soon joining her. The Black family were trying their best to keep a straight face, Walburga was not one of their favourites, that's for sure.

Regulus was dressed in a long-sleaved black dress, her hair cascading in waves over her shoulders, a pendant sat on her chest.

"Kreature." Her unusually sullen voice called out, a pop sounded before a wrinkly elf with floppy ears appeared, he to had a look of dread of his face.

"Is it just me or does he look more manic than usual?" Barty asked wandering what his best friend was doing.

The people who had met said elf nodded in agreement.

"Miss Regulus, are you ready to leave?" Kreature asked in his usual gravily voice. The youngest Black nodded taking his long-fingered hand in her own.

The scene changed, moving across rabid waters until it landed on a jagged rock. Regulus stood tall, her loyal house elf stood timid next to her dress which was waving in the heavy wind. The young woman's cheeks and lips rosy from the biting cold, hair wetting in the spitting downpour.

Rabastan turned to his long term girlfriend, voice a whisper, "You look like a warrior, Darling." Regulus blushed slightly in response, lowering her head onto his shoulder.

A mix of reactions came from the residents of the castles hall, those who knew the girl wandering what she was doing on a random rock in the middle of nowhere.

She turned towards Kreature after taking a deep breath, squeezing his hand slightly to show she was ready to carry on her journey. A wave hammered down onto the now empty rock showing they had moved on to her final destination.

Regulus had caught on to was was happening and pulled her sons body close to her, trying to comfort him or maybe she was trying to comfort herself? Atlas gladly hung onto his mother also catching on.

"A blood payment is needed, Miss." The elf offered as they walked to a damp rock wall. Pulling out the had crafted dagger her cousin had gifted her for her tenth birthday, she slowly slit her palm placing it on the wall quickly as to not waste her precious blood.

"You still have it?" Bella questioned happy that her gift was of use.

"Of course Bella." Regulus replied. Arcturus Black, the lord of House Black, spoke up next "I do hope you know what you are doing, Regulus, blood payments are nothing to take lightly."

The girl turned to face the aging man, "I do, grandfather." Arcturus had always been closest to his youngest grandchild and judging by the determined look in her eyes, he knew she had already been planning for whatever was about to happen.

Debris started to fall from the wall that was slowly moving to the side, a damp, dark cave with shards of crystal hanging from the top was revealed. Regulus moved inside, determination in her every movement unlike her house elf who hesitantly followed his Misstress.

After a calm boat ride to a small island in the middle of the cave, the young woman stood in front of a crystal basen, the reflection painted on the deadly liquid inside mocking her.

"Take the letters to them for me, Kreature." Muttered the teen girl. The elf stared at her sadly, that was all he could do as he had tried for nights on end to stop this from happening but there was no stopping a Black family member from something they have their mind set on.

"Regulus, if whatever is happening is what I think will happen, I will kill you myself." Narcissa warned, she to had caught the look Arcturus did, her baby cousin knew what was happening. She only hoped it wouldn't end as she thought it would.

"What are you doing, Love?" Rabastan asked the girl, an uneasy feeling setting in his stomach. She only looked at him sadly, pecking his lips and holding him tighter.

Atlas and the rest of the future generation shared a look, they knew where this place was and how much this would help them in the future. But they were here to change that, they would make sure she survived and her life story saved from ending so soon.

She took a shell from the ground scooping up some of the mixture, downing it and taking another. She successfully drank all of the potion before the pain hit, waves of it mixed with her nightmares was enough for her to finally brake down.

She fell to the floor "Please!" she screamed out for help even though she knew nobody would come to her rescue.

At the same time Sirius had tears rushing down his cheeks, he hated seeing his baby sister in pain, its why he had endured his time under the Cruciatus Curse given by his mother.

Rabastan and her friends were no different, cheeks wet from their salty waterfalls.

Kreature stumbled over, unlatching the pendent from around her neck, replacing the one in the basen with it. He patted her head comfortingly before apparating away feeling dreadful about leaving his little Miss.

Regulus crawled as best as she could to the side of the island, all she wanted was a drop of water to sooth the burning encasing her body.

As she reached out, a bony hand suddenly latched onto her leg from behind, dragging her from the waters ledge in front of her to the one behind. Her hands were covered in scratch marks from her failed tries to hang on to the jagged floor.

"NO! Please no, no, no!" She screamed. "Sirius! Please, I'm sorry, I am so sorry!" She continued, please filling the echoing cave as she continued to be dragged by the Inferi.

Sirius Black let out a sob, 'sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry Reggie I shouldn't have left you.' he was whispering to himself becoming maniacal. Remus and James were trying their best to sooth him but they to had tears in their eyes as well as the entire Great Hall.

Rabastan shoved his head into the crook of Regulus' neck hiding his sobs from the staring eyes, Barty and Evan were clung onto her legs eyes stuck on the screen, unable to look away.

"Rab, Please! Evan, Barty!" she continued, soon she was hanging onto the ledge of the island. 

"I Dont Want To Die Anymore!"

The cave fell silent, the echoing words lingering in the air.