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fyedoravna
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George: We're basically like Robin Hood...
Fred: Yeah, we steal from Filch and give to ourselves!
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For people who are ready for this conversation. @itsseaberri
#sebastian sallow screenshot#hogwarts sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy#harry potter hogwarts game#fancast harry potter#harry james potter#chester rushing#stranger things
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Y'all not ready for this conversation yet.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy#harry potter hogwarts game#chester rushing#ominis gaunt#slytherin#slytherin boys#hogwarts sebastian sallow#fancast#fancast harry potter
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If Ominis would drink a Polyjuice Potion of someone who can see…would he also be able to see?
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Y’all please with the news of hogwarts legacy getting a show, please just look at more images.
I REST MY CASE
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Does anyone else see the resemblance? Or is it just me?
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Fraternisation - Sebastian Sallow (Part 1)
Requests are open!
Word Count - 1176
Themes - Fluff & Angst
“Promise you’ll write over the summer?” You asked Sebastian with a small smile. He nodded, agreeing to write to you at least once a week while you were away from Hogwarts for the summer holidays. After spending the year practically attached at the hip, you found it hard to say goodbye to him. He’d quickly become your best friend after your duel in defence against the dark arts and to everyone else, you came as a pair, wherever he was, you were and vice versa.
The year had passed incredibly quickly, between all of your extra assignments for your classes, fighting Ranrok and trying to help Sebastian find a way to reverse the curse on Anne, it felt as if you’d had no time to relax and step away from all of the excitement and drama that the year had brought. You hugged Sebastian tightly, your arms around his neck, and his slipping around your waist.
Okumaya devam et
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Head that Wears the Crown
Aemond Targaryen x F!Targaryen!Reader
There is only one woman in the whole of Westeros who can get inside Aemond’s Targaryen’s head. On the night of Aegon II’s coronation, Aemond’s beloved wife, Y/N Targaryen is not happy with who wears the crown, and she seduces her husband into making a move that might change the order of succession in a mere turn of the moon.
Warnings: smut, incest
A.N: Reader is Rhaenyra and Daemon’s daughter and married to Aemond. This is somewhat darker than what I usually write, but it’s also something I’ve been meaning to write while I’m still working on the requests I’ve received.
Word count: 1958
Okumaya devam et
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Comic Sans Valentines: Stuart Edition
Imagine you have travelled back through time, and find yourself in the middle of some splendid court festivities... The gentlemen wear their finest embroidered suits, the ladies their most choice jewels and you marvel at the spectacle you are allowed to partake in. As you retire to a balcony to take some fresh air with your glass of syllabub, you feel a hand brushing your shoulder. As you turn, a calm, albeit laboured voice breathes into your ear: "My cannon hasn't seen action since the Siege of Derry." *wink*
You recoil and screaming-- and wake up sitting upright in your bed.
Upon suggestion from @vankeppel, have some terrible pick-up lines from terrible dead people!
There are two options for Bonnie Prince Charlie; a fairly obvious one alluding to Mo Ghile Mear, and a second one for fans of the 1925 musical Dearest Enemy (...are there any?) who'll know there was more than one 18th century "Betsy Burke" who had a few (tender) brushes with gentlemen in red coats.
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The Cheolbong happy ending we deserved for Mr Queen.
Drawn for the fix-it fic “A New Beginning” on AO3. This is my canon now. 😤
Summary:
“Do you love him?” So Yong asks.
Bong Hwan wants to laugh, feeling a mixture of bitterness and exhilaration at finally being able to admit the truth.
“I do.”
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