—I Ship You With Draco Malfoy!

Hey there could I have a male and female HP ship? ☀️ I am a female and a proud Gryffindor with some Hufflepuff tendencies. I am very sarcastic and lazy at times. My friends describe me as a charming person and I can be very flirtatious without me realising it. I love to write and gift poems to ppl I love and learning languages as well. I love giving advice and supporting and hyping up the ppl I love about anything at all. Thanks and congrats on 100, dear!!

—I ship you with Luna Lovegood!

wow, the softest ship ever hm

most people find luna weird but you find her so unique and you just love being around someone so strangely vibrant! 

luna appreciates you endlessly okay. the first time you gifted her poem, she had framed okay. everytime after that? she has them pinned to a nice little memory board. it’s soft and aesthetic. 

luna just genuinely loves being around you. she tells you everything about her day and you tell her about yours, including what new things your learning and luna adores it! kiss her on the nose as thanks please! she deserves it! 

give your soft, smolravenclaw girlfriend the world. she’s so energetic and sometimes you don’t want to do things but chill so compromise! you do whatever she wishes for awhile and then you just cuddle later as she hums in your ear. it’s soft. im crying. bye.

—I ship you with Ron Weasley!

*cracks knuckles*

okay so you and ron have been friends forever. don’t even test me. you’ve just known each other forever. have you liked ron since you met him? we’ll never know

you do occasionally flirt with him and it’s flustered him like hell ever since you first did it. he turns red and just stammers and he once dropped a whole book on his foot. it was a thing. when you realize it? you start intentionally flirting with him because of course you do.

give this boy a break! you flirt with him and then you give him a poem! he’s dead. deceased. byeron. he swore he didn’t like you yet here we are! uwu! 

when he asks you out, you accidentally drop a book on his foot and it’s very reminiscent of when he did it. so fate? yes. his mom makes you a sweater immediately. you always insisted she didn’t but now you’re her future daughter in law so uh?? enjoy your sweater! and your flustered boyfriend! 

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i have two? three? requests, so ye ye

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A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

If you're still taking ships could you ship me with HP and Marvel? I'm a hufflepuff, I'm 5'1" and have brown hair and hazel eyes. I love animals and I get good grades in school. I try to be kind to everyone and I'm a good listener. I'm not afraid to stick up for what I believe in. I'm quiet at first but get louder as I get comfortable around you. I'm also very introverted. Thanks, love!

—I ship you with Ron Weasley 

match made in heaven, fight me omg

you guys become friends in your early years at hogwarts because like you generally just love being around him and harry. he assumes you wanna be friends with harry like everyone does but you seem to enjoy his company?? he won’t complain okay

also like what doesn’t he love about you?? he can rant forever about something his brothers did to him and you’ll listen to WHOLE time. he loves it. 

plus you’re just so nice?? like he tries, but he’s stressed like a good half of the time. but you’re nice enough for the both of you and it’s great.

he loves hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head. like that’s so affectionate, we love a soft ship

—I ship you with Steve Rogers!

steve loves you, you’re soft and simultaneously badass like what’s not to love??

you totally encourage steve to get a pet. he would love one but like, he’s busy a lot. you know, superheroing, and he doesn’t wanna just leave you to take care of it. but then you’re at a pet shop (that you dragged him into) and well, you guys have a dog now! 

let’s see how long it takes for you to get a cat to match

you’re also totally buying a bunch of captain america merch. you like wearing it around just because steve gets this annoyed look that’s also lovestruck at the same time?? we love.

height. difference. we love it. he loves it too because he just loves when you have to give in and ask him to get something on a tall shelf (which he put there just for this occasion by the way)

NOTE:

ships are now closed !! aka

don’t send anymore !! im going to finish up all the ones in my inbox and that’ll be it !!

i repeat

SHIPS ARE CLOSED (they will open again in the future tho, i can promise that)

thank you for your time !!

Do you do headcanons? If so, dating Clarke Griffin (the 100) would include, please? Thank you!

Dating Clark Griffin would include...

finding tons of sketches that Clark has drawn of you

being a sort of co-leader or advisor whom Clark trusts absolutely 100%

being one of the few people who Clark really opens up to

also being one of the few people who can make Clark relax and let loose

learning small things about being a medic so you can help her out whenever she needs it

quiet nights together where you two just lay together, enjoying each other’s company. specifically really important to Clark as it lets her unwind

Clark willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe because you’re that important to her

parenting Madi together (i wonder who the fun parent is...)

honestly having a really soft relationship that most wouldn’t expect

i had an entire imagine written. and i deleted it. im actually fuming rn. bye. im livid.  i can’t i just. i don’t. words.