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Metanoia’s Draco Abraxas Malfoy “The Sliver Prince”.

Metanoia’s (Y/n) Sirius Potter “The Protector”.










Hermione Granger
❝The result of well loved textbooks.❞









Pansy Parkinson
❝The nightmare disguised as a tragically beautiful daydream.❞









Draco Malfoy
❝He is charred cigarette ashes scraping against tired lungs, the crimson caking encasing your knuckles and the midsummer storm skiming over your collarbones.❞









Sirius Black × Reader
❝The silken mist has swallowed him whole, has taken him to a whole other world, all without her.❞









Draco Malfoy × Reader
❝I love you.❞ he says.
❝But only inside the back of his head.❞









Draco Malfoy × Reader
Soulmate AU
❝It’s a mark of charred and chiseled edges. A mark better known as an easily conspicuous scar, with the simple initials of H. P.❞









Luna Lovegood × Ginny Weasley
❝Luna awoke on the sixth day of June, and came to the resounding conclusion that she is in love with the galaxy herself.❞









Draco Malfoy × Reader
Modern Day AU | Parisian Coffee Shop AU
❝Draco kisses her in the stark silhouette of the sleeping skyline.
❝She tastes of universes undiscovered, and Sunday evening crème brûlée.❞









Sirius Black × Reader
❝She finds him cloaked beneath a canopy of constellations strung above the Astronomy Tower balcony, summer sticky on his cheeks, and a string of starlight strangling the curvature of his clavicle.❞






❝i saw you and i knew,
that dreams become reality
with magic made by two.❞









Draco Malfoy × Reader
❝Draco can recall the autumnal air that had once hung from his tongue like the acerbic aftertaste of the destruction he’d been a part of. Can remember his crimson caked cuticles, grimy yet gleaming, beneath a sheet of stardust atop the Astronomy Tower balcony. Can taste - yes, can almost, almost taste - the cryptic whorls and acrid ink tracing his veins, predicting his fate.
Their fate.❞









Sirius Black x Reader
soulmate au
❝He kisses her then, grabs her tenderly by the jaw, can feel the crimson dripping down his palms.
She doesn’t suffocate.
The world is okay.❞