full gown

anonymous asked:

What if Phil in a full length ball gown of Slytherin green velvet, sleeveless with a slight train. He wears a sliver necklace but otherwise there is no decoration. He wears ref lipstick and pale green eyeshadow and a slight contour for his cheekbones. It would never happen but I cried thinking about this

THAT IS BEAUTIFUL, HE WOULD LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS :((((( ♥♥
maybe he wouldnt go that far SADLY but maybe he could do the red lipstick?? AND THE SILVER NECKLACE AS WELL, AND THE CONTOUR

alsO PLEASE CONSIDER PHIL PUTTING ON SOME POPPING HIGHLIGHTER, i just lost 79 years of life thinking of ideas for this video i need to get myself some juice

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etsyfindoftheday | wedding week 2017 | 6.17.17

DAY FOUR: colorful wedding finds
featuring: calypso nightfall // volumetric black-and-blue layered tulle ball gown with embroidered lace top by mywonybridal

Well, the beginning stages of the new design are going well! I really need to paint this sketch and post it properly. But I am SO EXCITED to work with these fabrics! Such beautiful silks! Oh my gosh, but this gown is gonna be amazing, if I do say so myself.

Sherlock and You having a baby together would involve...

Originally posted by the-cutest-shoes

  • Sherlock deciphering that you were pregnant before you did. 
  • You luckily didn’t have to worry about who the father was if you haven’t already gotten the hint already. 
  • You hadn’t planned to get pregnant, it just kinda happened but you and Sherlock decided to roll with it. 
  • When you told everyone you were expecting, everyone thought you were joking. 
  • They thought you were simply tugging their leg, and chose not to believe you. 
  • When they eventually each realized you were being totally serious, everyone was happy for you. 
  • Mrs. Hudson was probably the most excited. 
  • John was the most shocked. 
  • Greg set his cup of coffee down on his deck once he caught on and muttered oh god. 
  • The day of the appointment you would have the gender revealed was interesting. 
  • Sherlock wanted to be able to deduce the sex of his own child but expressed to you that he would be happy regardless. 
  • When the doctor said you would be having a girl, you gasped and Sherlock tried to say he knew it all along. 
  • You were both equally over the moon over the news. 
  •  You set up a tiny and beautiful nursery for the baby at 221 Baker Street. 
  • You were not going to discuss terms of the name as Sherlock tried to convince you that his name was a girl’s name or these big names that were unfit for a small baby. 
  • You had some names in mind and whenever you would open your mouth you were quickly shut down, like on everything else. 
  • When you finally had enough, you calmed yourself down before you suggested the name Evangeline. 
  • Sherlock looked amused by the name so the name stuck. 
  • Your daughter’s name would be Evangeline Christine Holmes. 
  • The day Evangeline decided to make her appearance was adventure in itself. 
  • Something so simple was so incredibly difficult. 
  • When your water broke, Sherlock was all the way across London on an ongoing crime scene. 

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Beauty and his Beast

A/N) okay so this turned out longer than I expected. But I think it was worth it. I hope you like this, and i know I took a while, so I hope it was worth the wait.
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Sirius sat in confusion as he felt the road jostle his body through the car seat. Wherever they were going, it was out of the way.

Lily was barely talking to him as she gripped excitedly at the steering wheel. Every once in a while, a giggle would escape her lips, and her eyes would drift to her passenger before returning to the road and bouncing in her seat. Lily not talking made Sirius nervous. There had to be something going on. He hadn’t seen remus all day, as he claimed he was out on Order business. At this point, Sirius wasn’t sure if he believed his boyfriend. This wouldn’t be the first time he was made to believe that Remus was gone only to have him show up randomly somewhere. It made Sirius uncomfortable. He hated being surprised but he loved surprises. If anyone knew that, it was Remus.

Yep. Remus was definitely behind this.

There were so many trees in this part of London. He wasn’t even positive where they were, and the darkening sky didn’t help. His sense of direction didn’t need any assistance in confusing itself.

“Lilyyyy,” Sirius drawled. Lily shot her eyes from him to the road, so quick you’d think it didn’t happen. “Where are we?”

Lily smiled a little, but looked as if she was trying to suppress it from what Sirius could tell. Her long, red hair was dressed elegantly in gold ribbons and pulled away from her face, aside from a single strand, which lied over the corner of her lip in Sirius’ side, skewing his view of her face.

“We’ll be there soon,” she said in a strained voice. “Just a couple of minutes.” Sirius flipped against the seat, groaning impatiently. “You didn’t answer my question!”

Lily smirked. “We’ll be there soon,” she repeated. Sirius curled his lip into a growl, but turned to face the window, pouting.

Until he saw the outline of a castle in the distance. Just the top tiers raising above the skyline, a clash of black silhouetted against the pale pink sky. “What the fuck…” he trailed off. Lily made a sort of squeaking noise, seemingly unable to hide her excitement.

Sirius’ eyes stayed glued to the castle as it grew closer, more coming into view. The walls, the windows, and suddenly the door.

Lily stopped the car in front of the looming structure. Sirius turned to her, pointing behind him with wide eyes. “There?” He asked weakly. “There,” Lily replied with a nod. Sirius gulped, almost comically, his Adam’s apple dancing up and down his throat. Lily laughed. “Don’t worry! I’ll see you inside,” she promised.

When Sirius had maneuvered his way out of the car, he made his way up the front steps of the castle, staring in awe at the grand stone building, looking somehow fortuitous and graceful at the same time.

Sirius pulled his short shorts down farther on his thighs before raising his hand to knock on the door.

It creaked open with an air of intimidation. Sirius narrowed his eyes and began walking in. Familiar…. why was it so familiar?

The castle lit up, candles in every corner illuminating with a suddenness that startled a squeak out of Sirius. He covered his mouth, turning to watch as the fire lighting each candle made its way around the room, before his eyes came to rest on the two figures that had appeared in front of him.

Sirius sighed almost audibly when he figured out it was James and peter.

“Monsieur Sirius, we’ve come to see you to your room,” Peter said, pulling the ruffles at his collar. Sirius’ eyebrows disappeared into his hair as he took in what they were wearing. Each man was adorned in a black tux with ruffled collars and cuffs, looking exceptionally hilarious due to their height differences. Peter, who smiled brightly, held out his hand as if to guide Sirius in the right direction. James, on the other hand, glared at Sirius, mouthing “don’t you dare” at him before spreading his hand in a way to mock peter.

“Okay, what the fuck? This must have been your idea, James,” Sirius laughed as he began following them down the hall, one on either side of him. “So, I gotta ask. Who held him down, who stripped him, and who forced the outfit on him?” He continued, jumping when James elbowed him in the ribs. Peter reached across Sirius to slap James’ hand. “No elbowing the guest!” He hissed before continuing to mosey down the hallway. James nearly turned purple.

The boys led him up a set of stairs and his down a dimly lit hall. The stone of the walls peeked out from behind the paintings and pictures that hung from it. The carpet beneath their feet was luxurious and red, leading them down the twisting hallway. Sirius continued his jokes the entire time, feeling the need to take advantage of the fact that James couldn’t get him back.

When Sirius’ guides stopped, they pointed him to the door of a room off the hall. James leaned moodily against the wall as sirius opened the door. “Bye bye, Ruffles,” Sirius jeered as he disappeared behind the door.

The new room was almost overwhelming to his senses. The floor was a dark wood, differing almost suddenly when it met the pale blue walls, which were covered in paintings of beautiful woman and strong men. Sirius began estimating the age of the castle then, deciding it was well over 100 years old.

His eyes continued around the room to find a bed and a dresser on one side, and a vanity on the other side. It’s table top was covered in eye shadows and hair devices that sirius was frightened at the sight of. But before he could turn around to question them, Peter and James slammed the door behind him and he was alone.

Until two figures emerged from the bathroom. Sirius nearly screamed when Lily and Marlene appeared in full-length blue gowns, both looking stunningly gorgeous. Sirius caught sight of the same gold ribbons he had seen in Lily’s hair decorating Marlene’s hair, gently contrasting with the chestnut color of her locks.

“Okay will someone explain what the actual fuck is going on?” Sirius exclaimed. “Sit down, ass face,” Marlene demanded. “No!” Sirius shouted. “Not until someone explains-”

“Sirius,” lily cut him off threateningly. Sirius hesitated before slumping moodily into the chair in front of the vanity.

Suddenly, their hands were upon him; in his hair and on his face, sweeping and brushing and applying. He didn’t even know what was happening due to the flurry of movement. He could barely tell where one girl ended and another began. But and hour later, they stopped. They both moved back, staring at Sirius with satisfaction on their faces. Sirius didn’t understand until he looked into the mirror.

He almost didn’t recognize himself. His hair was pulled gently away from his face, the top half restrained in a braid while the rest of it flowed down his shoulders in wispy waves. His cheekbones were illuminated with a dusty gold color, and his eyes were almost a new shade of grey. On his lids, a light shade of gold darkened as it traveled out to the edge of his brow bone and fizzled into black when it reached the end. And then there were his lashes. Miles long, so it seemed. They were deep black and long enough to touch his eye brow. It was a strange feminine look, but he was no woman. He looked somehow even more like a man, but like a softer version of one.

“Whoa,” he whispered. He didn’t even know what to say. He just stared at what he was pretty sure was his reflection. Behind him, he could see Marlene and Lily grinning. Marlene took a deep breath, eyes never leaving Sirius. “I have to get out there for a minute. Still some things to do,” she said before disappearing behind the door and out of the room.

“Theres more,” Lily informed him. He looked back at her with questioning eyes. Without a word, Lily disappeared behind the bathroom door and reappeared with a bag holding what looked like a suit. Lily unwrapped the bag as Sirius rose from his seat. He gasped.

The suit was gold.

Suddenly, he knew. He covered his mouth with his hands. He knew what was happening. Lily smiled at him, aware of the enlightenment that had just happened. “He did this?” Sirius said weakly. She nodded. “Well? Go put it on!” She instructed him and he took off with a giggly smile.

He pulled the suit on after stripping out of his short shorts and tank top. He looked in the bathroom mirror with excitement dancing in his eyes.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he bit his lip to hold in his excited laughter. Lily was doing the same, pressing her lips together to hold it in. “You look incredible, Sirius,” she told him, a certain pride in her voice. “I think you’re ready to go.”

Without questioning it, he followed Lily out the door. They walked down the hall in silence, sirius’ mind racing. What the hell was going to happen next? He thought he knew, but dreaded the idea of getting his hopes up.

They came to a stop in front of two gigantic oak doors. “Are you ready?” Lily asked quietly. Sirius nodded, but he was lying. He didn’t even know what he was meant to be ready for.

But lily pushed open the great doors anyways, and Sirius felt the breath leave him.

A set of grand golden stairs split two ways stood before him, a balcony between them. He traveled out to it, glancing out over the room beneath him. Magnificent golden sheer curtains hung from the walls, which were so high up that the nearly two, story stairs didn’t even reach the tops of them. The walls were a deep blue color, white pillars stretching up their lengths from ceiling to floor. The floor was a delight gold color with darker gold accents depicting a beautiful scene of dancing angels.

And at the end of the room, standing regally with a giant smile on his face, was Remus.

Sirius laughed out loud and began racing down the stairs, praying he wouldn’t fall, because that would be very like him. And very mood ruining. But he got to the bottom without tripping and ran straight for Remus, coming to a stop in front of him to admire the view.

The tall man was dressed in a royal blue suit with gold details, his hair swept to the side and groomed back. His eyes were not hidden beneath it for once, giving Sirius a full on view of the deep chocolate brown that he wished he could swim in.

Remus, whose arms had been folded behind him, reached out to him. “Care for a dance, my love?” He asked, smirking at the wonder in Sirius’ eyes. Sirius nodded numbly with a smile plastered on his face. And he was swept away in remus’ arms. They paused in the middle of the floor, almost like they were waiting for something. After a minute of standing there, Remus furrowed his brow and looked up while Sirius tried not to pass out from how attractive he looked when he did that.

The patter of footsteps brought his eyes to where Remus had stationed his. Peter suddenly appeared on the balcony of the stairs. “Sorry!” He called. “Technical issues! Give us a minute,” he disappeared behind the giant doors again and Remus laughed. Sirius stared up at him, about to open his mouth to ask the question no one had answered all night.

Until a familiar tune struck the hall, widening Sirius’ eyes and pulling at his heart. He knew it. He knew it. He was right.

Tale as old as time…

The voice rang out over the speakers, and Sirius was twirled around Remus.

Just a little change…

Remus smiled down at Sirius with adoration in his eyes. “What is this?” Sirius asked.

Beauty and the beast…

“I’m giving you the ending you wanted,” remus told him.

The chorus kicked up, as did Sirius’ heart beat.

“But-” Sirius began. “Shut up and dance, Beauty,” remus demanded. Sirius laughed gently and began to step with Remus, a delicacy he had never seen before in the way Remus moved.

They spun gently around the floor. The music took Sirius as far as Remus’ eyes did. He kept his feet as steady as he could, but Remus kept him from faltering.

By the time the music faded out, Sirius was pressed to Remus’ chest. He was breathing deep and clear, and his mind was still dancing.

Remus took his hand, pulling him to the terrace. “Come on, then,” he encouraged. He felt his excitement kick up. He also noticed that this was the longest period he had been so quiet in a very long time.

He followed Remus, gripping his hand tightly in his own. Remus turned to smile at him when they reached the door, pushing it open with one graceful stroke.

Sirius stepped into the cool air of the night, looking over the woods with wonder in his eyes. “Remus, this is incredible,” he said, looking back at his boyfriend, who was standing in the doorway watching him. Sirius turned, resting his back against the terrace fence. “What?” He asked with a smirk. Remus shrugged. “Just thinking I’m doing the right thing,” he replied. Sirius looked confused. “What decision is that?”

Remus didn’t answer. He just stepped a little closer and took one of Sirius’ hands, pressing it to his lips before releasing it.

And the he moved down.

It startled Sirius at first.

But that was nothing compared to the shock that ruptured his heart when Remus dropped to one knee.

Sirius felt his mouth drop open. “Remus, what-” remus looked up at him. “Hold on before I loose my nerve,” he said, reaching into his back pocket and producing a small leather box. Sirius gripped the fence as the box popped open to produce a small silver band with golden details, though Sirius wasn’t close enough to see what was carved into it.

“Sirius,” remus began, bringing Sirius’ eyes to his boyfriend. “I have known you for so long that I can’t remember what life was like without you. And then I realized that I didn’t want to remember. I don’t want to remember and I don’t want to forget what it’s been like to have you in my life. Even before I realized how much I love you, I knew that you were something I would never want to loose. You got me through everything. All the nights I thought I was a monster, and you were there to remind me I was still human. I know how cheesy this speech is, and I also know how true it is. I love you so much, Sirius. And I want nothing more in my life than to be your prince. Because, with you, I’m no longer a beast. Sirius Black,” remus paused and took a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”

Sirius was speechless. He knew there were tears running down his cheeks. He knew that his heart was thrumming wildly in his chest. And he knew his answer.

“Yes!” He shouted, all his adrenaline finally erupting. “Yes! Of course!”

Remus laughed before gathering Sirius in his arms and burying his face into his neck. Sirius felt himself being picked up and spun. When he was placed back on the ground, Remus took his hand again, this time to place the ring on his finger. Sirius held it up and gasped for about the eighteenth hundred time that night.

The gold in the ring was carved in the shape of two figures dancing. Writing around the rest of the ring spelled out the word beauty. Sirius looked up at Remus, more tears spilling from his eyes. Standing in his tip toes, he pressed his lips to Remus’. And they stood there o the terrace, just feeling and smelling and knowing each other.

Until they heard a squeal and the tapping of tiny feet. They let each other go, and Sirius’ face turned from confusion to amusement very quickly. A tiny figure, round and toddling, hurried across the floor. It looked like a tea cup, and in the middle flopped a head of messy black hair.

The door opened behind the cup and Lily and James came running in. “Harry!” they called after the boy as he ran to the terrace. “Harry, not now!”

But it was too late. Sirius bent down and pulled the little boy into his arms. Harry let out squeals of laughter as sirius did the same. The tiny boy was dressed as Chip from beauty and the beast. Sirius smiled fondly at the adorable boy. He was flapping his arms around, seeming to be unable to put them down all the way in the costume. Sirius placed a kiss on his head as Lily and James came to a stop in the door way.

“MATE?!” James yelled, pointing to Sirius’ hand. Remus smiled and nodded before wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist and looking over his shoulder at harry.

Lily’s eyes were welling up with tears. “You didn’t tell us that, you jerk!” She said, no real venom in her words. Remus shrugged. “I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone,” he stated. “Also, I wasn’t going to tell any of you if he said no.”

They laughed. Sirius turned his head to look at Remus. “As if I would ever say no to you!”

Sirius put Harry down as music once again overtook the ball room. Peter was standing once again on the terrace, smiling down at them. “Nice ring!” He called. Sirius sent him a wink. “Thanks, Peter!”

He heard Lily laugh and turned to see James spinning her around him. Sirius turned to Remus. “My turn to ask you for a dance, fiancé dearest.” Remus’ face lit up. “Anything for you, my fiancé.”

And they were all dancing again. A happy feeling washed over everyone in the room. Even harry, who was struggling to escape the confines of his costume.

“By the way, have I mentioned how perfect you look tonight?” Remus asked. “No,” sirius said in consideration. “But the fact that your eyes never left me is a good sign.”

“Well there is nothing in the world that could compare to your perfection, just so you know,” remus said, kissing Sirius’ forehead as if it would ensure the message got to his brain. Sirius beamed before he narrowed his eyes.

“Really quick question. Where the hell did you get this castle?” Sirius questioned. Remus chuckled. “Oh yeah. Peter has people in high places,” he said. Sirius raised an eyebrow. “It’s his rich uncle’s,” he filled in. Sirius nodded in comprehension. “See, that makes sense,” he muttered.

Eventually, everyone was dancing with a partner, Peter and Marlene joining each other on the floor while the other two couples danced away. There was nothing but laughter, even Harry freed himself from his costume and began running around in his underwear. He was having fun, so no one was complaining.

By the end of the night, James and Lily picked their son up and said goodbye, beginning to leave. “Where are they going?” Sirius asked. “Home,” remus answered. Sirius’ face fell. “Do we have to go home too?” Remus shook his head. “Peter gave us free reign of the place for tonight,” he said. “After all, it is a special occasion.”

After Peter and Marlene left as well, the place fell quiet. Remus and Sirius were left standing in the middle of the floor, and Sirius was glad for the silence. It gave him the opportunity to take in Remus’ features.

“Just so you know,” he spoke, his voice echoing off the walls, “you’re no beast.” Remus smiled. “Thanks to you, I actually believe that.”

Sirius gently touched Remus’ face. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too,” remus replied.

The night faded in s hurry after that. They rushed to their room after a few more dances, and when Sirius awoke the next morning, he remembered. A soft smile lightened his face as Remus slept on next to him.

He remembered. And he didn’t think he would ever forget.

Court the King Thorin x reader

Court the King Thorin x reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters

Summary: There is a ball thrown for Thorin so that he may choose a lady to court but reader does not feel she is worthy.

A/N: I don’t normally write for the hobbit but I’m feeling some Thorin love today and this is what happened.

Warnings:jealousy maybe a little angst

The halls of Erebor were beautiful bringing back cherished memories of your childhood here before Smaug descended upon your home. It would take years to repair all of the damage caused by the dragon but in the months since the battle of the five armies your people had made excellent progress in clearing the debris and starting the rebuilding process. It seemed Thorin was always busy these days trying to restore the kingdom to its former glory. Tonight however a ball was planned. It was of popular opinion that the young king should be courting someone or at least trying to find someone to court and make his queen. You could tell Thorin did not like this idea but since the battle the two of you had barely spoken he was always busy with one thing or another. In truth you had fallen for the king under the mountain while on the road with him and the company but being a warrior dwarf you were hardly suitable for the king. He was deserving of someone of noble blood with a beauty that would put even the stars to shame. Ladies had been arriving for days from all the dwarven kingdoms to try and win the favor of your beloved Thorin. Tonight you knew the Ballroom would be full of gorgeous gowns with even more gorgeous women inside them and melodious music. Every woman would be trying to woo Thorin into courting them so they could be queen.

“Y/N will you be going to the ball tonight?” Fili asked coming to stand by your side in the dining hall.

“Why would I? The ball is to find the king a queen is it not? I am not qualified for that so it is better I stay away.”

“Oh please you’re plenty qualified. Besides even if you are not interested in trying your hand at going after uncle there will be ale and merriment you must come. It will not be the same without you.”He pleaded for awhile longer before finally soliciting an agreement from you.

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Ridiculous.

pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: smut
word count: 1.1k
drabble prompt: seeing the other dressed up + “No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead. We don’t have the time for sex.”
a/n: I may or may not have gotten a little carried away…


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anonymous asked:

all this wedding talk has me thinking about what kinds of wedding dresses lesbian v+y would wear!!!!! or do you think they would wear suits? or one of each for the two ceremonies? aaaaaahhhhhh

Listen. Listen. Viktoria is a Useless Lesbian but she is also the definition of Get You A Girl Who Can Do Both. 

She and Yuri want to have both a traditional Russian Orthodox wedding and a Japanese Shinto-Christian hybrid wedding. Well, okay, mostly Viktoria wants this but Yuri plays along because she knows that Viktoria’s Orthodoxy is important to her and that it would make her parents Very Happy to see her in a white kimono. She’s happy to do it for the people she loves even though she would probably be just as happy getting married in the clerk’s office with the next people in line acting as their witnesses. 

So the Russian wedding is the aformentioned Big Fat Russian Wedding. Viktoria wears an A-line ballgown with a cathedral-length train and veil, sweetheart neckline and full-length lace sleeves with finger loops. Yuri’s favorite picture of Viktoria in this dress is a picture of her standing in front of a row of prayer candles, head tilted down with the long line of her neck leading into the sweet lace of her dress, train swirled around her. It took the combined efforts of Chris and Phichit to get the train just right, and for most of the pictures Viktoria stayed in one place and everyone else just kind of traded places around her.

(For this wedding, Yuri wears a less ornate but no less beautiful all-lace empire waisted gown with full-length butterfly sleeves and royal blue detailing on the hem matching the lacing on her veil.)

On the other hand, for the Hasetsu wedding–Yuri’s mother has been praying for this day since Yuri was born. By the time Yuri came along, Hiroko had already accepted nine-year-old Mari for the beautiful and strong asexual aromantic she would someday grow up to be, but Yuri has been so wonderfully and desperately romantic all her life. Hiroko has been pining for wedding bells since the moment Yuri’s eyes met Viktoria Nikiforova’s through the screen of their television and gasped so loud that people from two rooms over came running to see what had happened. 

The second Hiroko is informed that Yuri and Viktoria are to be married, Hiroko takes Yuri with her to Fukuoka and has a Kimono designed for her. She burns the receipt so Yuri can’t somehow figure out how much it costs and reconstitute into a wailing puddle of goo. 

It, like her wedding dress, has royal blue detailing in the form of beautiful blooming flower patterns. The combination of blue and white makes Yuri wonder what her mother thinks she and Viktoria did on their wedding night after the ceremony in Russia (Or, for that matter, in all those hotel rooms during the figure skating season), but she isn’t going to ask. 

Viktoria, however; Yuri was half-expecting Viktoria to wear the same wedding dress again, which Yuri would have been fine with. She enjoyed everything about it the first time Viktoria wore it–even all the shuffling she had to do to avoid stepping on the train, and especially the part where she got to help Viktoria pile it up onto her butt in a bustle and groped her new wife in the backseat of a limo for twenty minutes.

However, on the day of, Viktoria meets Yuri outside Yu-Topia to walk to the shrine in an impeccably-tailored tuxedo with tails and a black bowtie and a pair of sky-high Louboutin pumps. Vikoria is almost six foot barefoot, so wearing shoes that tall is rare for her, but Yuri, who’s tottering along in slippers and well over twenty pounds of fabric while having horror-visions of her pure white headdress falling off her hair and into the dirt, feels her mouth go dry. Other parts of her anatomy are far from dry, but that’s neither here nor there. Viktoria’s hair is all combed over to one side, in a hairdo that’s somehow both delicate and masculine at the same time.

They meet halfway and Hiroko, thankfully, catches on video the moment both of them whisper, “Wow,” at the same time.

The Relationship Formula

⇢  Draco x Reader; Pure-blood Slytherin; Arranged Marriage; Requested


The foundations of a successful married union consisted of a similar social status, economic class, and financial welfare. A relationship built upon the pillars of infatuation and impulse was unlikely to endure the inevitable difficulties of life.

Beginning at a young age, strict principles of the trivial illusion of love and the necessity for esteemed marriage were intertwined with daily life. That is not to say you were taught that love did not exist; no, you were simply taught that the preservation of the sacred, pure-blood status was far more important than finding the alleged true love.

The Malfoys were a powerful, pure-blooded family, venerated by the elitist community. You were a part of the highly revered bloodline, the Y/L/N’s. Both families birthed great Slytherins in their namesakes. Thus, an arranged marriage that ensured the union between the two families came as a surprise to no one.

What was not expected, however, was an arranged union between you and the Malfoys’ only son, Draco, when he and your fraternal twin had already developed a much closer bond. At times, it seemed as if they may have loved each other.

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