Daphluvscoffee - D A P H N E

I can’t believe how Islamaophobic ppl can get. This also proves how not only non Muslims can be Islamaphobic but so can actual Muslims. This whole situation is really disgusting. You can’t force ppl to change their religion or start wearing hijabs. It is a woman’s choice and they should be allowed to do whatever they please. It’s their life and ppl should not be allowed to control it. I really hope the Iran situation gets better. I can’t believe how someone could kill a women just for not wearing a hijab.

Pls this is soooo hottttt hjkdbfj

Love at not first sight

**gif isn't mine!!

All character are over 18!

So this was supposed to be a headcannon on how Marcus and the reader met but it turned out more like a one-shot? Anyways this is my first time writing in a very, very long time so no hate please :)

A little bit ooc for everyone but it was really just get a little bit of ground on how to write again.

TW: Swearing, minor character death, blood, fighting, sexual tension, innuendo and suggestive words/actions and shitty writing.

Words: 2.3k

Happy reading!!

You were one of the rats, but was still respected by everyone including Chico’s gang.

It wasn’t love at first sight lemme tell you that. It was more of kidnapper enemies to friends to lovers type of trope.

He was angry with you for forcing him to come back, whereas you just thought he was an idiot for refusing to follow Master Lin’s orders. However, you started getting along once he joined the rats.

At first it was awkward, you would ignore home and flip him off and the tension between you guys was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Yet you soon found your common interests. You both hated Brandy-Lynn with a passion and in a way you bonded over that in the first place. Soon enough, you guys were hanging out in his room when Shabnam wasn’t there, getting high in your dorm when your roommate Saya was out with the Kuroki Syndicate, and listening to one another’s favourite music.

It was paradise in a way. The rats were all friends now and you would go to the graveyard every Friday night to smoke weed. Soon enough the looks shared between you two weren’t innocent and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Billy was like a brother to you and wary of you liking Marcus. Especially with Maria being such a psycho and liking him as well.

It was clear since the beginning that Maria liked Marcus. Whether it was to make Chico Jealous, to spite you or actual love no one knew. However what was clear between the rats was that Maria wasn’t going to give up on making Marcus fall in love with her and boy was that going to get you all in a lot of trouble.

As mentioned, Billy was like a brother to you, so when he decided to go to Vegas and kill his dad, you were on board first. Anything to help your brother, right?

Soon enough the rest of the gang agreed to come, including Maria and Willy. However it was clear that Marias intentions weren’t pure, she was going along to make sure nothing happened between you and Marcus and not to help Billy with murdering his dad. Since there were 6 of you and only five car seats… you know where this is going right?

Yup, you were willing forced to sit in Marcus’s lap for the rest of the ride. Even though you couldn’t tell, Marcus didn’t mind it all. In fact, it made him calmer knowing you were with him otherwise he would be freaking out right now about what this youthful group was going to commit.

Once you get to the hippy bar he’s immediately in search of drugs, anything to help him calm his nerves. When you enter the bar he tries to impress you by buying you a beer with his fake ID but it backfires terribly. However you manage to seduce the bartender into getting you two free beers which not only impresses Marcus but also makes him feel a little bit embarrassed that he wasn’t able to get you a drink instead.

Once again, 6 people at a table for 5. Guess where you end up? At this point you didn’t mind sitting on Marcus’s lap however you wouldn’t dare admitting that to anyone, especially to Marcus. After all you guys were just friends, no feelings between either of you. Right?

While focusing on hiding your feelings for Marcus, you were oblivious to his feelings for you. He tried really hard not to make his heart race whenever you were in his vicinity but he thought you were drop dead gorgeous after all.

What you didn’t fail to notice was how his hand wrapped around your waist and how his fingers would draw small circles on the side of your stomach. Marcus didn’t either fail to notice how your breath hitched. The cocky bastard loved the effect he had on you.

His hand then lowers itself to the bottom of your thigh and slowly drags up until it reaches the hem of your dress. Even though he seems cocky, Marcus is freaking out on the inside, wondering where he got this sudden burst of courage. While drinking the rest of your beer, Marcus’s hand reaches slightly under your dress which makes you choke on your drink.

The rest of the group shares confused looks yet Saya somehow knew what was going on. You excused yourself to the restroom and Marcus followed, claiming he was just going to “check up on you”.

Once you're both in the bathroom, he immediately presses you against the wall. His hot breath against your face somehow made you shiver and his body pressed against yours made you warm.

Maybe it was the seven tabs of acid he took or the several shots he had taken (courtesy of you and your amazing flirting skills) but his confidence took over. Soon enough you both were half naked and making out, about take it further until Maria knocked on the door.

“Hurry up Y/N! We gotta go! Have you seen Marcus? I’ve been meaning to talk to him.”

“No… Uh Maria I haven’t.. seen… him.”

You lost track of your words while Marcus kept kissing you lower and lower.

“Ummm Ok? I’ll meet you at the car!” Shout Maria through the bathroom door.

“Common Marcus”, you muttered disappointed due to the interruption caused by Maria. His pupils were blown and by the time you got out of the bathroom, out the bar, got him out from under the car and into the car, it had been an hour.

Once you got to the hotel in Vegas you lost track of Marcus but found him at the bar headed towards the elevator. He looked a bit sobered up and uneasy as if he had seen a ghost.

“You ok?” you asked him.

“Yeah I uh I’m fine. I gotta go, I'll see you later” he responded.

You thought he was purposely ignoring you because of what happened at the bar since you guys were only friends… right?

You didn’t follow him up to the hotel room but rather stayed downstairs in the casino with Saya. When Billy came running up to you, you knew something was wrong.

"I just asked at the lobby and it turns out his room is neighbouring ours." Billy started nervously, he looked like he was going to back out any second. Not because he was afraid to kill his dad, but because he was afraid of getting caught. No, he needed that bastard dead, it was to save his family after all.

"Who?" You asked like a complete, oblivious idiot. You were halfway drunk due to all the shots you had taken. The way Marcus had acted had gotten to your head and you wanted to get rid of your nerves before killing Billy's dead beat dad.

"His dad you fuckin' idiot" Saya said while shoving your arm in hopes to restart your memory.

The alcohol was really getting to your head.

"I'll go with Billy to get the job done. Y/n go find Marcus and Maria, make sure they're ready to help get rid of the body and leave as soon as possible." Said Saya, her being the least drunk and most responsible in your current trio.

You nodded your head, a little bit hazy but still able to somewhat comprehend what Saya had just told you.

You walked towards the elevator which Marcus had taken around an hour ago and when you entered you saw a man, in his early 20's with half his face burned off. He looked horrible really, but you were a little too drunk to notice.

"Hey" the guy said. There was something off about him, but it was impossible to tell in your current state.

"Hey" you said back, trying to be as polite as possible. He was creeping you out but soon enough he got out and you got off a couple floors later.

You had sobered up a little after your short yet creepy interaction with the guy in the elevator and were taking out your keycard. You heard shouting inside the room which was weird considering only Marcus was supposed to be in there.

You open the door and walk in and see something you most definitely weren't expecting. Maria, half naked in lingerie straddling Marcus on the bed and Chico, Marias (ex)boyfriend yelling at the two.

Neither Maria nor Chico had noticed you Marcus however, did. How could he not after all? You looked amazing, in your gorgeous dress, with your shiny hair and beautiful face. To him, you looked like an angel. An angel who looked furious, shocked and saddened by the ongoing motion in the room.

Rather than focusing on Marcus and what he was doing with Maria, you grabbed the lamp on the small desk by the entrance and smashed it over Chico's head, using the element of surprise to your advantage.

To say Maria and Marcus were surprised would be an understatement. You weren't one for violence, however, you were absolutely pissed at the couple on the bed and Chico scared you so it seemed like the only reasonable option.

"We have to go, common" you muttered, not wanting your feelings to take over.

"Wait Y/N let me expl-" Marcus started until he was cut off by the figure of Saya and Billy covered in blood and standing in the doorway.

You rushed past them and out the door, not wanting to stay in the room a second more. Billy stared at you confused while Saya looked like she was about to kill both Maria and Marcus for what (it looked like) they had done.

Hurry up, she started to get pissed to bother yelling at either of them. Marcus ran out the door in search of you while Maria quickly got dressed whereas Billy hurried off after you and Marcus.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Saya asked Maria while they were walking down the corridor of the Hotel.

"What? It's not like he has a girlfriend or anything. Besides, I broke with Chico before we left so it wasn't like I was actually cheating on him. I needed a distraction and Marcus just happened to be there." Maria said innocently.

"Right..." Said Saya, not believing a word of the bullshit Maria had just spewed out.

You reached Willy who was by the car first in the abandoned, underground parking, Marcus soon behind you and then Billy who was still confused but worried about his sister.

“Please Y/N just let me explain I swear we didn’t do anyth-'' he started trying to explain until he was cut off again.

“Explain what? That you’re so busy trying to fuck Maria?” you asked him sarcastically. Billy and Willy looked at each other shocked by what you had said which made Marcus pull you over to the side where they wouldn’t be able to hear you.

“No, I obviously wasn’t trying to fuck Maria. She came onto me, I would never do anything like that with her.”

“What, and you just expect me to believe you? Believe you like how I thought that you actually liked me but then you were hooking up with Maria meanwhile Billy was killing his own dad in the room next door?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME I WASN’T TRYING TO FUCK HER!” Marcus screamed, making Billy and Willy turn towards you two again.

“ I swear we weren't doing anything Y/N, please just let me explain” the pleading in his voice winning you over. Marcu was on the verge of tears, he could never imagine hurting you like this, not in a million years. And yet, he had.

“Fine. Just hurry up, we have to leave soon.” You said, tears streaming down your face while you were moving back and forth on the heels of your feet in a nervous manner. You were exhausted, having stayed up the entire car ride making sure Billy wasn’t freaking and not having had any time to rest in the room due to you know what. Your hair looked more dishevelled than your usual and your eyes were puffy but Marcus couldn’t notice. He didn’t understand how you did it. How you looked so flawless, not matter the time, occasion or setting. He really thought you were an angel. Cement pillar

“Goddammit I swear nothing happened Y/N, I was high on acid and fell asleep on the bed. Next thing I know, Maria is on top of me while her Fucken boyfriend walks in and then seconds later you walk in. I swear I was gon’ push her right off. I don’t even like her shes crazy as fuck and Chico’s also fucking insane. I don’t like her, I like you. You’re intelligent, funny and witty and your so, so fucking beautiful. You’re literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“What and you still expect me to believe you?” You were still unsure whether his words were true or not. You didn’t know if Marcus himself had noticed it but he tended to be a people pleaser, made people hear what they wanted to hear.

“Prove it” You said to him.

“What-” He looked at you stunned, not expecting you to voluntarily talk to him anymore. Yet the fact that you did made his heart flutter more than he was willing to admit. Marcus hated the effect you had on him, how weak you made him. Love, at King’s Dominion, was seen as a weakness and it scared him so much.

“Prove it”, you repeated, “Prove to me that you want me, that you love me-”

Marcus didn’t need more clarification. He wrapped his left hand around your waist and the other in your hair cutting you off with a kiss. A kiss so passionate and filled with love, love from his heart.

“Is this enough proof? Or do you want me to kiss you again?” He said while trying to hide a not so innocent smirk.

Breathlessly, you looked up at him and said, “I think you might need to do that again, you know, just to really prove yourself”.

And he did.

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

I loveee thisss 😭🫶🫶

DRACO MALFOY in WISH YOU WERE HERE

tw / blood, self-harm!

Your heart ached as you saw your first child, your first baby, get on the train to Hogwarts. The school you and the love of your life went to—Draco Malfoy.

He waved off his kid with a small side smile, looking at him with pure happiness in his eyes. Once you two had gone home, he didn’t hesitate to fall against the dark grey couch as he had rubbed his temples.

The time you and Draco had shared was with difficulties, hatred, and genuine memories. It wasn’t the best as he’d call out to you in the same time he’d done with Hermione Granger before, mumbling and yelling out: “You stupid Mudblood!” and after he’s asked for your hand to the Yule Ball in your fourth years, he’s apologized profusely with gritted teeth and ignorance, trying to maintain his image as he gazed upon his Slytherin gang and friends who laughed under their breaths.

You, too, had also maintained your image. You were associated with the trio themselves, they’d look at you from time to time with raised eyebrows and side smiles, hoping you’d give them secrets Draco has never told anyone. “So, tell me, does he wet the bed?” Ron asked intrigued, leaning in against the table with a wide smile. He and Harry had hoped you’d say yes but you couldn’t tell them anything—especially after he’d been vulnerable with you. “Look at her, dancing with Krum,” Ron mumbled under his breath as his date, Padma Patil, rolled her eyes.

If there was one thing that Draco Malfoy said to you during the Battle of Hogwarts, looking pale and ill, he hated you. “I just used you to get closer to Harry. I’ve not once loved you nor have I ever meant anything I’ve said,” he spat, his eyebrows furrowed while glaring you down while his hair was starting to fall apart, the gel he would attempt to roll his hair back. “I was confidential, meaning it was purely business and everything we did didn’t mean anything. I would never fall in love with a girl—who didn’t even know this world could have possibly existed!” Draco’s aunt, who you have met multiple times, Bellatrix Lestrange crept up behind him with a creepy and wide smirk.

“You hear him,” She whispered. “He didn’t love you, never have, and never will,” Bellatrix’s back begun to straighten as she raised her wand, pointing directly at you as you kept your ground. You didn’t bother to move or glance away the slightest bit—despite what you’ve heard, mortified, and disappointed at the fact you had thought at the time you captured his heart and he had yours. “You better get moving, little girl, for this is the only time I’ll ever be generous to let one of my victims leave alive and well,” She twisted her wand towards you. But all the time, you kept looking at Draco with pity and disappointment.

But he, too, had raised his wand with wobbly lips and soon to be a hard gaze filled with hatred and stone cold. You saw how hard his eyes were, as if everything really didn’t mean anything at all, when you two had shared a night with love and tenderness and at that fact, your first love, Draco Malfoy. But even in those times, you didn’t believe Draco could’ve said that by himself, he looked at you still with the same love and care he did that night. He almost looked as though he didn’t want you to leave—but in the situation, he wanted you to.

He had risked everything to make sure your safety was assured even if his was put in vain—even if he believed that you truly loved him when he had fought many times in his head that you didn’t, that you were a spy for the trio and order. Still, he told you everything but not this, not this. “Draco, is this all true?” was one of the first things you’ve spoken that day. Soon after you said that, Lucius and Narcissa crept up behind Bellatrix and Draco, surprised that their own son would raise his wand to the girl he shared many moments of weakness with—even if they hadn’t known about it but still, surprised.

“I lost interest in you the moment you spoke about your stupid life,” he spat out, his voice cold. “Your filthy parents, the way you’d smile each time you spoke about them, and the way you’d like everyone even when they didn’t like you back,” he rolled his eyes. “I wondered how a girl like you could ever be or think that way,” he paused, taking deep inhales. “But then it hit me, you were broken. Nobody ever liked you when you were a poor, weak of a girl, so you changed yourself. Everything you said to me, I told to everyone at the table,” Draco’s voice cracked for a second, his hand had trembled for a moment before he collected himself.

“As if I could ever love someone like you, a filthy muggleborn of a girl,” and it was left at that. Bellatrix had smirked and begun to laugh at his words, looking back and forth at you and Draco and in the corner of your eyes, you heard Narcissa’s breath hitch and Lucius adjust himself uncomfortably. “Now, run along and go tell the order, if I assume they’ll still take you back for betraying them,” Bellatrix laughed harder, her wand still pointed at you until she began to back you up against a hard black door, shutting you out.

At that time, you hadn’t known what to do as you betrayed Harry coldheartedly and just as importantly, your best friend, Hermione. You didn’t know what to do because you were all alone, once again, and after the Battle. It was a surprise that Hermione still took you in once she saw how dreadful you looked, your clothes torn apart in some places, blood trickling down your forehead from the crucios Bellatrix had put on you before he had walked in. “I’ll still love you,” Hermione whispered, embracing you tightly as she endured the hours of crying.

“I knew he loved you. I knew he did—didn’t you see the way he looked at you across the Great Hall? When he’d stare at you across the room with a smile?” Hermione whispered, side-hugging you as she rest her head against the top of yours. “But it wasn’t true, Hermione. Everything I said to him, he told them, he said everything. And I thought I could trust him, and he betrayed me like that even if I tried to look for hope,” you mumbled, small sniffles as you tried to collect and maintain yourself.

A small voice in your head would laugh and whisper degrading things—Harry and Ron would look at you with skepticism but soon it vanished when they saw how ill and broken you looked, weak in Hermione’s arms she wouldn’t open to just anyone, if anything, they had learned to trust you like each other.

After the Battle, Draco had attempted multiple times to reconcile, saying things like he hadn’t meant anything and he done it to make sure you were safe. “Do you think I’d do that for just anyone?” he whispered, his face deep in his hands. “Do you really think I’d do that for any other girl? That I would really let go of everything we’ve built together?” Each time he spoke, the words he’d spit out were genuine and voice cracks each time he mentioned the crude and hurtful things he said to you. “The girl who trusted me enough to tell me about her problems, how she was hurting on the inside, and that’s one of the reasons why I fallen in love with you in the first place,” he whispered.

“Right from the start, you immediately stole my heart. I used to hate how high you kept your head when I possibly couldn’t even when anyone would say you were nothing, you still kept your head held high. I used to hate the smile like it was saying you were okay, that you were happy regardless, and I hate to think of myself—when I saw you that evening, that I was the reason you wouldn’t smile ever again,” Draco inhaled sharply, his face deep in his hands. “Even more so, a muggle girl, my parents would have never approved of you and it should have been a red flag for you when they accepted you,”

“After the many times I’ve said that they hated muggleborns,” Draco finally had the courage to look up from his hands and to you, his ocean blue eyes were deep and sorrow, and looked as though he never slept since the war. “That was my warning sign for you but when you told me that you were happy when you met them. I felt guilty for using you,” the way he said it was enough to make you burst into tears, remembering you took the torture just so Draco could be safe and not a strand of hair touched on his head, and his black suit clean.

“If I made you think I didn’t love you,” Draco whispered. “Then I’m so sorry—but I didn’t know you’d have been hurt this way. I thought I was doing what was right at the time, and that you’d never have been harmed,” he fidgeted with his fingers, one of his nails were painted Red like that night when you had painted his nails at the lake, when you guys shared a night in his dorm room. “But please don’t hate me,” was one of the last things he said.

“I’m still in love with you, Draco,” you whispered. “Because that’s what this stupid and filthy muggle of a girl is like,” it looked as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest and his expressions looked as though he were surprised. “Despite everything, I tried to push you away—but I couldn’t even if Hermione would urge me to,” you chuckled, remembering the times she’d threaten to take away your prized and favourited possession. “And I forgive you after everything. So please, don’t cry anymore, my Snowman,” he chuckled, recalling the time you guys built a snowman family with the amount of children you two would have.

You reached out your hand to him and he hesitantly, looking up at you and your hand until he took it into his own, resting his cheek against yours. It was enough to completely shatter you. He was yours again—and you were his. “I’m never leaving you again,” he whispered. “Never will I part from you. I’ll make sure nobody hurts you,” it had taken time for you two to rebuild a relationship. He’d look guilty from time to time but he learned to let go of the past—and when he had shown you the Dark Mark on his left wrist, it torn you apart again.

There was dark red outlines on his skin around the Dark Mark, there were scars, and it looked as though he had tried multiple solutions to get rid of it. But it wasn’t something to get rid of that easily, and slowly as time went on—with you, he accepted it. Still, at nights, he’d have nightmares, whimper and cry in his sleep, and he’d sweat profusely. He was, and with your help, learning to let go of everything.

Draco had gotten up from the couch, raising up his sleeves as he had crept up from behind you, your apron he had bought you for your birthday he fiddled with as his arms travelled around your waist. “I never meant to fall in love,” he whispered. “But I went and did a dangerous game that almost didn’t give me the wife I love so dearly and a kid I’d die for,” Draco kissed the back of your neck as he pushed aside the cutting board, making sure you were looking outside the window that seemed so familiar.

“I don’t care about anything except you and the family we created together,” he wrapped his arms around your stomach, there, was another baby. “And I continue to hope and watch what the future holds for us and what we’re expecting,” he smiled, turning you around to meet the kisses he planted on your forehead. “I was close to losing you. But you had taken me back, accepted me, all while you still loved me as I felt the same way,” Draco whispered.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he spoke multiple times with delicacy in his voice.

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