#Merlin's first friend that knew everything about him and he could talk to him about anything
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I'll reschedule | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: James faces the consequences of his actions. A confrontation goes wrong and you have a chat with Sirius.
Notes: Thank you guys for your kind comments! I hope I tagged everyone that wanted to be tagged. Also the parent part is very self-indulgent lmao
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James spent the following days trying to get your attention and receiving a taste of his own medicine.
You gave him another smile that didn’t fully reach your eyes and he cursed at himself for somehow having your relationship feel so distant and awkward. He was your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake!
“I can’t, I’m-“
“-sorry, yeah. I know.” James almost let out a pained laugh at the irony of the situation.
‘Oh how the tables have turned,’ James bitterly thought to himself in defeat. You leaned forward as if you were going to give him a kiss, his heart jumping at the thought.
He realised in horror that he couldn’t recall the last time he had given you a proper kiss on the lips and could do nothing but watch in disappointment as you changed your mind mid-step and left for whatever it was that you had planned, with nothing but a small wave.
James spent the next day in class stealing glances at you. You noticed it of course, but couldn’t bring yourself to look back, humiliation at his words still lingering in the back of your mind. ‘Why are feelings so complicated’, you groaned in dismay.
You sighed and buried your face in your hands, arms propped up by your elbow on your desk. You’d talk to him tomorrow. Tomorrow was the last day before Christmas holidays. If everything went south, you’d be able to escape for two weeks. Not that you needed that back up plan. Everything was going to be fine.
Everything was not fine.
“You were eavesdropping on us?!” James shouted out, an offended look on his face and his hands thrown in the air. You visible winced at his loud voice.
You couldn’t help but scoff at the fact that of all the things you said, what you finally confessed about your feelings, that that’s what he picked up on.
You stared at him in disbelief for a moment. Your mouth open while you tried to look for words.
“You’re really going to- you know what? Yes. And I’m sorry for eavesdropping alright? In fact, I too would’ve preferred not to have heard you guys say those horrible things, but I did hear it all, and you did say all that,” you shot back angrily.
“But if you wanted me to back off and be less of a clingy, high maintenance attention demanding loner, then maybe, just maybe,” you stressed the word maybe. “You could’ve pulled me aside and told me you were embarrassed of me in private, instead of telling all your friends except for me! That’s not how a relationship works, that’s cowardice.”
“Oh so you’re an expert on relationships now?” He scoffed. “How would you know how relationships are supposed to work, I’m the first bloody friend and boyfriend you’ve ever had! If not for me, you would have no one.” He spat out the last sentence and as soon as it left his mouth, he clamped his mouth shut and took two steps back in disbelief at his own words. Regret immediately setting in.
Your face was heating up, in embarrassment and anger. You took a few steps back in shock as well. You wanted to yell at him, tell him that you’d become friends with your potions partner recently, that he wouldn’t know that, because he’d been acting like an arse with his head stuck up in it, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to fight. You took a deep breath.
‘Count to ten, Y/N.’
James opened his mouth and closed it again, no words coming out, still shocked at himself. He felt like he was in a daze, that this was a bad dream.
The silence was too much, the tension too high. He half expected you to reach out and slap him across the face, but also knew you wouldn’t. So instead he stood there frozen, awaiting your reaction.
James could feel blood rushing in his ears before you finally broke the silence.
“That’s not how a relationship works for me,” you repeated calmly but firmly, completely disregarding his insult. This time however, you emphasized the last two added words.
James seemed to sober up alarmingly fast at that. He shot up in panic and shook his head in denial. “No, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean any of it! I’m not embarrassed of you, Darling. I’m not, I promise,” he tried, finally finding the words.
He looked at you pleadingly and watched helplessly as you pulled a hand through your hair in a distressed manner, jerking away from him when he reached out to you.
It was quiet again in the room. The only sounds your heavy breathing.
“It’s not working for me.” You eventually whispered, hurt evident in your voice at your sad realisation. You said it more to yourself than to him, but his ears caught it anyway.
James’ heart skipped in fear. The implication of your words were crystal clear to him. It smacked him in square the face and had him physically reel back. He stumbled back into the nearest wall. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you two breaking up was ever a possibility. You were madly in love with each other. And he loved you so incredibly much, you knew that, right? He felt nauseous.
You didn’t spare him another glance and stumbled away, desperate to get away from him. James’ knees buckled and he sunk to the floor, shock keeping the tears at bay for now.
Everything was really not fine.
“Prongs! Welcome back mate, I heard you’re a free man again!” Sirius greeted James with a cheer and a slap on the back when entered the common room. Sirius was wearing a big grin on his face.
James jerked away and furiously shook his head. “No, she- we haven’t broke up,” He insisted. “We had a fight b-but, we never officially said we were done, so we’re still- she’s still my girlfriend. So don’t say that, it's not true-“
Sirius noticed how distraught James actually was about the situation and the grin abruptly fell off his face, making space for concern. He put his hand on James shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He threw a look at Peter and Remus who looked taken aback by his defensive tone, also looking concerned.
“Okay,” Sirius nodded. “She’s still your girl, Prongs. Understood.” James nodded back and then shook Sirius’ arm off his shoulder and went upstairs to their room, plopping down on his bed, smothering his head in his pillow where he could finally cry.
You took the train and left Hogwarts that very same day. You called your dad and he promised to come pick you up at the platform. When you saw him, the only one on the platform so late in the evening, you ran up to him and he held you tightly. “Come on, sweetheart,” he nodded in appreciation at the elf who brought your luggage and brought you home.
You sighed and plopped on your bed, face first into the mattress. Exhaustion downing on you all at once and you fell asleep within minutes.
Your mother knocked on the door, knowing that that sufficed as you were a light sleeper. “Honey?” She called. “I know it’s late, but I think you should eat something nonetheless.” You made a noise.
“That mean I can come in?”
You lift you head up so you could say yes and she came in with a bowl of soup. You gratefully accepted it and she took the liberty of sitting next to you.
“You want to tell me about it?”
“Not really,” you admitted and your mother gave you and understanding look. “Then we’ll keep you distracted for now. In fact, the day after tomorrow, your father and I are having dinner with the Black family. You could come with us.”
“But it’ll just be all business talk,” you groaned, placing your bowl of soup on your night stand.
“Yeah, well you know the Black family is the main investor in your father’s business, business talk is unavoidable. But you know what, it wouldn’t be just business. They said that they would love to meet you.”
‘Doubtful,’ you thought.
“I’ll think about it.” You replied.
“That’s okay, you have another day to consider it.” And with that, your mother kissed your forehead before leaving your room, taking the empty bowl with her. “Goodnight honey,” she said before closing the door gently. ‘Sirius was always spending his holidays at Hogwarts, so it’d be safe to go,’ you considered.
‘So the fates are really into proving me wrong, lately huh,” you thought to yourself as you spotted Sirius with a scowl on his face, standing with his parents in front of their manor to great you.
And so, before you know it, you were sitting at the end of the ridiculously long table, in front of Sirius. You wondered where his younger brother Regulus was. “Let the children sit together, business is boring to them anyways,” you father had said.
Though he hadn’t been wrong, you would pay to be part of the adult talks rather than sit here in awkward silence, avoiding Sirius’ eyes.
The past three days had been a rollercoaster for Sirius. First, he had been mildly annoyed at the letter that came with an owl that belonged to his mother. Then, he had been absolutely dreading going home. He also felt bad and concerned for James, because he was being a sad pile of bones. And when he saw you, surprise and guilt seeped in. A real rollercoaster.
Sirius kept staring intensely at you. Finally, you’ve had enough and you snapped at him. “What do you want.”
“I need to talk to you, privately.”
“Why would I talk with my ex's best friend?We have nothing to talk about, and I’d rather die than be in a room alone with an arsehole like you.”
“You’re not his ex.” He pointed out.
You raised your eyebrows at his words, inquiring him to explain himself.
“You’re not- You two are still together. I mean, you never officially said it was over. You’re still his girlfriend, he’s still your boyfriend. James is still holding on to that.” Sirius searched your face for reactions to that confession but found nothing.
“Fine, I guess I’ll just officially send him an owl then,” you replied dryly, done with his crap. You threw your napkin on the table and got up. You excused yourself, thanked Sirius’ mother for the food and walked out of the room. So much for this being a distraction from James.
“Wait, Y/N!” Sirius yelled out as he chased after you. You kept walking, neither slowing down, nor speeding up, as you walked in the direction of your house, despite knowing that it was an hour drive by car.
A heavy silence hung between you two as he walked next to you, both staring out in front of yourselves.
“It’s my fault.”
Now this made you look up at Sirius. You eyed him up and down sceptically, coming to a stop. “Don’t give yourself so much credit, Black. You’re definitely not my favourite person on this planet, but despite you talents at DADA, last I checked, you can’t cast the Imperio curse yet.” Sirius refrained from grinning at your retort.
“So unless you’re telling me that you’ve been using the polyjuice potion and posing as James Potter who has been a massive twat of a boyfriend for over a month, I highly doubt it’s your fault.” With that, you continued walking again.
“No, and no. You’re right, I guess.”
“I am.”
Sirius gave you a look and tried again. “Look, he was just all over you. And maybe I had to get used to Prongs being a taken guy, all mushy, but we all missed him. So I teased him a little,” he explained but hesitated at the end.
“You teased him a little,” you flatly repeated. “You teased him and it turned him into an asshole?”
“It was just a bunch of guys laughing about our whipped friend,” he paused. “Okay and some complaining,” he admitted. “I didn’t know he would straight up go to avoiding you because he was embarrassed to show affection in front of us though.”
You massaged your temples. “Okay first of all, you suck and you’re a shitty friend.” Sirius pulled a face. “Eh, deserved,” he scratched the back of his head.
“But my point still stands. James chose to lie to me by making up excuses to not have to be around me.” You huffed in frustration. “I’m not... I’ve never been in a relationship before, but I’m pretty sure that’s like, rule number one of things not to do.” You kicked against a pebble on the road.
“And then he goes and says horrible stuff about me behind my back. That’s probably rule number two,” you added, a frown on your face at the recollection of events.
“But if that wasn’t enough, he didn’t listen to me when I told him how I felt about it and instead yelled at me, trying to shift the blame on me, as if it’s my fault that I overheard you guys. Oh and also, he insulted me again! Though, in my face this time, I’ve got to give him that.” You mumbled the last part bitterly and looked back up at Sirius who awkwardly looked at his feet while listening to you rant.
“So no, Sirius. You were a shitty friend, but by no means the cause of our break up. That’s on James.”
“Please, you don’t understand,” Sirius pleaded again. “James is miserable alright? As in he’s kind of being pathetic right now, he refuses to believe you guys broke up. He keeps insisting that you’re still together, that he still has a chance to make up to you.”
It was your turn to look at your feet. Sirius continued. It was his turn to talk now and he felt he needed to help his friend. “He loves you so much. He really misses you.”
You wryly smiled at Sirius. “He tell you to say that?”
“No. Well, not explicitly.” Sirius patted his back pockets and fished a crumpled envelope out of it. He handed it over. When you opened it, you found a folded piece of paper that simply said ‘I am so sorry. I miss you and I love you so much.’ In James’ handwriting. You sighed.
“Look, I’m just trying to help my git of a friend who is madly, hopelessly in love with you. And I’m trying to make things right between you two because I am partially at fault. And I know you love him. He’s just being an big idiot.”
“Try ginormous.”
Sirius now openly grinned. Okay maybe you weren’t so bad after all.
“Will you please talk to him? I’m sure he will apologize because he regrets everything. I know he does. And if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship anymore, you tell him. Just not by sending an owl right now before talking one more time, please.”
A car sounded its horns behind you and you turned around to see your mother and father. The car stopped next to you and the door opened. You turned to look at Sirius again. “Will you see James before I do?” You asked. Sirius nodded.
You handed him the envelope back. He hesitated to accept it. “Give him this. Don’t worry, I’m not breaking up with my boyfriend. I’ll talk to him at Hogwarts.” You reassured him.
Relieved at your words, Sirius took the envelope and you gave him a thumbs up. “You’re not so bad, Black,” you said as you got in the car.
“Back at you!” He called after you. He watched your car drive off.
He checked inside the envelope and found the folded piece of paper. When he unfolded it, he found a uno reverse card stuck in between.
James was nervous. He impatiently paced around on platform 9¾, having arrived there way too early. Sirius had moved in with him over the holidays, running away from home and had brought a certain envelope with him. James heart had leaped when he found your card, putting it carefully under his pillow at night, carrying it in his pocket during the day.
“Merlin, Prongs would you just stand still,” Sirius commented from where he sat, leaning against a wall, cigarette twirling between his fingers.
“I can’t, Padfoot. This is literally the moment that will define the rest of my life!” James exclaimed dramatically, but walked over to Sirius and plopped down next to him anyways, mimicking Sirius’ action by twirling the game card around.
“Mate, you’ll be fine. She literally let you know she loved you too.” He nodded at the object James’ hands.
“But what if she loves me, but realised that she wants to be with someone who hasn’t acted like a stupid idiot?” James’ heart was racing at the thought. He’d spent the entire first week wallowing misery.
Other students started to arrive at the platform and James got back up to start pacing around again.
You softly pushed him away and immediately, the stream of self-deprecating words, apologies and other rambles flowed out of James’ mouth. You pecked his lips again to shush him.
You spotted each other at the same time. You offered him a hesitant smile but it was enough for James to take off in a sprint towards you.
He stopped in in front of you, unsure and apologies ready on the tip of his tongue. Someone called your name behind you and you looked back to see Wylan.
Turning to face James again, you offered him a fond expression and tiptoed to press a peck to his lips. James immediately responded to the kiss and he sighed in relief, shoulders less tense.
“We’ll talk later, okay?”
No, not okay, he wanted to say but you cut him to it.
“I’ve got a friend waiting for me,” you beamed up at him in pride and he melted at the sight. “Okay,” he relented, making a mental note to tell Remus and Peter to apologize to you too.
“You’ll let me know when you have time?” He asked.
“I’ll make time for you,” you assured him. “We’ll talk after supper, if you don’t have any plans of course,” you teased.
James shook his head laughing. “I won’t,” He replied earnestly.
“You don’t know that! Like what if a famous Quidditch player wants to meet you after supper, huh? Then what?” You challenged him. He shrugged.
“I’ll reschedule.” He grinned.
You shake your head and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. He watched you head in the direction of your Ravenclaw friend who had his back turned to you and walked back to Sirius.
“Wylan!” You skipped over and slung an arm around him, ruffling his already messy hair. He looked up as if he’d been caught doing something wrong and relaxed with a smile when he saw it was just you. You laughed at his skittish behaviour. “So how was your holiday?”
“I actually got a book on alchemy for Christmas. I brought it with me, thought maybe you’d help me?” He asked nervously, a bit embarrassed at his request.
“Oh none of that,” you waved your hand at his antics. “I’ve been helping you with dyslexia for a while now, of course I’ll help!” He offered you a grateful smile.
“You have it with you now?”
Wylan nodded and pulled out a ridiculously heavy book. You whistled. “Better get started on that right away, huh. We should find a seat.”
You two moved to get on the Hogwarts Express, but before you disappeared inside, you looked back at James to see he did the same thing. You exchanged smiles, he dramatically made a deep bow and mouthed ‘milady’. Then he turned around and pumped his fist in the air, grinning from ear to ear.
Sirius patted James on the back when he returned. “See, nothing to worry about. Right back to snogging your girl,” he laughed out loud, but no malicious intent this time.
“Still a long way to go, though,” James admitted, but he wore a fond smile on his face at the thought of you, all giddy inside. “But we’ll be alright, I think. I’ll be the best bloody boyfriend out there you know. You better get used to the snogging. And be nice to her, she really means a lot to me.”
Sirius pushed him. “I’ll have you know that we’re on extremely good terms now,” he exaggerated.
James snorted. “No, you’re not,” he immediately said.
Sirius grinned, having fun riling him up. “Why don’t you go ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
James and Sirius walked towards their own compartment where they waited for Peter and Remus, arguing about it.
About two months later, Gryffindor had won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. You ran down the stands and up to James, jumping in his arms. He fiercely kissed you, his friends and teammates hollering at him.
“Good luck charm,” he cheekily mumbled against your lips while flipping the others off, earning laughter. When the celebratory party was finally over, and the marauders and you retreated to their dorm, James instantly pulled you onto his lap, locking you in with his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wriggled to get some air. Jokingly, you tapped out three times in mock surrender.
“And the winner is...”, Sirius drumrolled. “James Potter!” Remus and Peter jokingly clapped and cheered.
“Means you can let her breathe now, Prongs.” You mouthed a thank you at Sirius.
James pouted, offended. “Since when are you two such good buddies,” He complained.
Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy. I told you, Y/N and I are on extremely good terms now.” He winked at you.
“Thought you’d be more happy that your girlfriend and brother could get along. I mean, figured it won’t be long until she becomes my sister-in-law.”
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Drunken Confessions
Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader
Sypnosis: Y/N wasn't a party girl, always choosing to look after her friends instead of getting drunk herself. However, when the Gryffindors get their first win of the year, she can't help but celebrate.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: drinking, kissing, crying, absolute fluff, sirius being a bit dumb but we love him anyway
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It was Gryffindor's first Quidditch win so far this year, and it was the first one with James as the captain. So, obviously, him and Sirius planned a big party in the common room the night of the win.
Typically, Y/N didn’t drink at these parties, opting to watch out and care for her friends. However, tonight was different. She needed to relax, getting back into the school spirit was tough, and she needed a night off. Besides, she knew Remus wasn’t going to drink, so it’s not like her friends would need two people watching over them. Taking her mind off of everything would be nice, it was something she needed.
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The music was loud, blasting throughout the Gryffindor common room. Y/N didn’t know how Sirius and James had gotten enough alcohol to supply the whole Gryffindor house on such short notice, but she chose not to think too hard about it, instead grabbing a shot, letting the burning sensation linger in her throat. Almost instantly, the alcohol calmed her, and she let out a relaxed breath, grabbing another and shooting it down.
“Enjoying it?” Sirius grinned, glad the girl was relaxing more.
“Yeah,” Y/N mirrored Sirius’ grin. “Where’s Remus?”
Sirius was the only one Y/N had told about her infatuation with Remus Lupin, and she could’ve sworn his grin grew wider when she asked.
“He’s with James, over on the couch.” Sirius said, pointing towards a couch a few feet away from them, “Don’t do anything stupid, though.”
Y/N frowned at that, “I’m practically sober, Pads. Only had two shots, I’m fine.”
Sirius shrugged, “Just sayin’.”
Y/N waved him off, walking towards the couch that Remus and James were sitting at, taking the spare space next to Remus.
“Hey Y/N.” Remus smiled, tearing his eyes away from his book to meet hers.
“Hi Remus.” Y/N grinned back, “Enjoying the night?” she asked, watching Remus’ head bop up and down as he nodded.
“Yeah, not bad.” he leaned in closer to her ear, whispering so only she could hear, “James has been drunk-rambling to me about Lily this whole time, could barely concentrate. Thanks for saving me.”
Y/N shivered at his warm breath on her ear, soaking in the feeling of being so close to him. “Of course, glad I could help.” she grinned back at him. “Want me to take James off your hands?”
Remus smiled gratefully. “That would be amazing, Y/N, thank you, you're a life saver.” he said, hugging her side. Y/N turned her face away, making sure he didn’t see the redness in her cheeks. She stood up, walking over to James and grabbing his hand to pull him up.
“C’mon, get a drink with me, Prongs.” Y/N smiled, and noticed James’ face light up as she mentioned drinks.
“Count me in!” James grinned, and the two walked over to the table holding the drinks.
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An hour or so had passed, and Y/N had more to drink. A lot more.
Remus’ positioned hadn’t changed, but the book he was once reading, now sat upside down on his knee as he talked to a girl.
Y/N had spotted this a while ago, but refused to look back over there, instead she sat on the floor next to Sirius, another drink sitting beside her.
“It’s not fair,” she groaned to him, gesturing to the girl sitting with Remus. “How come she can so easily talk to him but I can’t.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it, Y/N,” Sirius tried to comfort, but the girl beside him cut him off.
“He put his book down, Sirius! He never puts his book down.” she said, tears starting to well in her eyes.
Sirius puts his arm around the girl, pulling her in to comfort her. “Hey, don’t worry. Remus is one of my best friends, and I swear to Merlin, that man has heart eyes for you.”
“Then why isn’t he talking to me like that?” she asked, leaning into the hug, the tears threatening to fall.
“This is Remus we’re talking about, Y/N. He’s too dense for his own good. I swear, he’s as infatuated with you as you are with him, he just needs to realise it.” Sirius encouraged, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
“But how?” Y/N groaned as she messily wiped her eyes.
“By making him jealous, of course!” Sirius grinned as the idea popped into his head, “That guy’s been watching you all night, and he’s standing right near Remus! He’s gonna get so super jealous.”
Now, if she was sober, Y/N would know that this was an awful idea, and making Remus jealous would not be the way to his heart. But to her drunken mind, Sirius was an absolute genius, and she just had to give his idea a try.
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If Remus was to be completely honest, he would much rather be reading his book than talking to Rebekah.
Sure, she was nice, and she was funny, but there was only one girl he wanted to talk to at the moment, and she was nowhere in sight. So he continued listening to the girl in front of him, smiling and occasionally voicing his opinion on her discussions.
Then, he spotted her.
Y/N was walking alone, but she has the determined look on her face that Remus knew all too well. He watched her, smiling as she walked past, hoping she would stop and talk with him instead, or at least smile back, but she sauntered past, not sparing a single look.
“And then she muttered something under her breath, and clearly he heard her but I didn’t, and he just stared right at her, and he looked like he was going to hex her!... Remus, are you listening?”
He wasn’t. He’d completely forgotten about Rebekah, as he watched you walk up to him. Remus didn’t know his name, but he’d seen him before. He was on the Quidditch team, and he was always making out with another girl every week. So he didn’t exactly understand why you completely ignored him, but wanted to talk to him.
“Sorry, go on, I’m listening.”
He glanced back at the girl, then looked back at Y/N. Her hands were all over him, and she was giggling. Was she out of her mind? He couldn’t bear looking at them anymore, turning his full attention back to Rebekah, trying to get that awful image out of his head.
“Turns out, she kissed his best mate! I wouldn’t have even known she was capable of doing that, if I’m being honest with you.”
Remus tried his best to react accordingly, trying to get you out of his mind.
One glance shouldn’t hurt. He thought, turning his head, just in time to see Y/N kissing him. Not even a small peck, full, heavy making out.
“Ooh, looks like Matthew’s found a new girl.” Rebekah pointed out, her eyes also watching them.
“Would you excuse me?” Remus murmured, getting up without waiting for a response. He walked straight over to Y/N and Matthew.
“Oh, hi there, Rem.” she pulled away, giving him a shit-eating grin.
“You don’t get to ‘Rem’ me, now come off him.” he huffed in annoyance, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away. “You’re drunk Y/N, and you shouldn’t be making out with random boys.”
“Why, would you rather me kiss you instead?” Y/N sassed, and Remus flushed.
“N-no! That’s not what I’m saying at all! I’m just telling you that… God, forget about it. Make out with him if you really want to. It’s not like I care.” He turned away, getting ready to leave.
“Can I tell you a secret, Remus?” she whispered, leaning in a bit closer, despite the fact that his frame was turned away from him. “I only made out with him because I wanted to make you jealous. You are the one I wanna kiss.”
Remus had never turned around so quickly. “What?” he whispered.
“Mhmm. It was Sirius’ idea. He told me that you like me, but you don’t know and that I just needed to make you jealous.”
“God, have you ever stopped to think about what Sirius says? He… doesn’t always have the best ideas.” he paused, taking in a breath. “He’s right though. I… I do like you.”
Y/N grinned at that, her eyes sparkling. “You do? Does that mean I can actually kiss you?”
“Maybe sober up first, love.”
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Hi, love you’re writing! I was wondering if you were open to a Sebastian request… there’s a HC that the reason his hair is always so chaotic is due to Solomon taking sheep shears to his head, and I was wondering if you could use that to do a small fluff, possibly revealing a crush, between Sebastian and MC, in which he’s received another Solomon haircut and is feeling really self conscious about it, so MC assures him it’s not so bad/he’s still handsome
I'm not even kidding, I saw this request and immediately had to do it because I love it so much - I recently went to Universal (Islands of Adventure) and saw the Hogwarts castle and Hogsmeade... I may have cried a little.
Summary: The request
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x MC (No pronouns used)
Warnings: Uncle Solomon (there, I said it), angst, fluff, food mentioned, use of 'MC', honestly just real fluffy fluff which I feel like we don't have a lot of. Wrote this in one sitting so most definitely typos. If you're on a computer, the pictures might be formatted weirdly.
Contains (Or Lacks): No specific house mentioned. The main plot of the game still happened, but Sebastian's side quest did not. Which means Solomon's alive, but Anne is not cured. Set in summer.
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The summer sun was always a lovely feeling after the long and cold winters that occurred in the Scottish Highlands. You could admit the snow was pretty, but the way the warmth engulfed you as your journey took you through fields of flowers, across crystal clear water streams, all whist surrounds by tall mountains that were accented with green. Green was everywhere - green grass, green trees, green bushes, and everything so forth. Each breath you took filled you with peace.
Then there you were.
Feldcroft.
It was only a month and a half ago since you last saw your best friend, Sebastian. The end of your 6th year left you torn. Why? Because ever since you and him met in 5th year, you couldn't deny the spark that ignited when your eyes first met his. It was almost as if Merlin himself wrote in the stars that the two of you would find each other one day. And thank Merlin you did. He was there for you during your fight in the Goblin War, he was there for you in the search to find all the answers that led to more questions, and he was there for you when you lost Professor Fig. But, there were lows that came with it.
You couldn't help him. Over the last two school years, you've tried and failed to have found a cure for his twin sister Anne. You both now knew Rookwood was behind the cruelty and not a goblin, but what good did it do when you were too blinded by the fight to have forgotten to force the answers Sebastian so desperately needed out of him? At least, that's what you tell yourself. Sebastian had to have told you a million times not to blame yourself, but you couldn't follow through. The only way to fix things was to find a cure for Anne.
You clutched the handle of your trunk as your eyes caught the all too familiar well of Feldcroft.
"Off on another adventure?"
You turned your head with a raised eyebrow toward Ignatia Wildsmith. With a chuckle, you continued forward.
"Ah! MC, good to see you again!" Bernard Ndiaye, the Feldcroft shopkeeper, called out.
You smiled and walked up to him. "Hello, Bernard. Doing well?"
"As good as one can be," he answered. "What brings you to town?"
"Oh, I'm just visiting a friend," you replied, vaguely. "Sebastian," you added.
"Ah... young Sallow. I've seen quite a bit of him recently."
"Hm?" You gave him a questionable look.
"He's been helping the folks around here with some labor. He's been a great help to me, keeping my shop tidy and stocked!"
"Sounds like Sebastian," you laugh.
He echoed your laughter. "I shouldn't have been surprised of your arrival, he's been talking about you."
"Has he?" You perked.
"Oh yes... all good things, of course." He grinned, smugly.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in suspicion. "I'll take your work for it..." you dragged in amusement. "Well, I should probably be going, they are expecting me."
"Yes! Yes! Don't let me keep them waiting." He waved you off as he takes a sip of his tea.
You smiled and waved goodbye. You walked away toward the Sallows' house which you deemed as the most whimsical looking one out of Feldcroft, but maybe you were biased. You sighed as you took in the house. It was small, but beautiful. You took note of the new elements that have appeared since the last time you were here. A few new plants, a few new fruits and vegetables in their garden, even a new painted wood sign that claimed their residency. Everything looked perfectly tended to.
You raise your fist to knock, but before your knuckles could touch the door you heard what sounded like a grunt coming from behind the house. You froze in attempt to make it easier to hear. Your eyebrows furrowed when you heard yet another one. You took a step back from the door and set down your luggage. Your curiosity led your feet around the house, eyes bouncing around to spot the source of the sound.
You stopped over by the training dummies when you heard another sound, louder than had been before. You turned your head rather abruptly knowing you had finally found your conclusion but that backfired when you felt your knees nearly give out on you.
Oh.
Your face flushed when your attention was suddenly drawn to none other than your best friend. Your best friend that you fancied like mad, right here in front of you, skin glistening from sweat, breathing heavily with the occasional grunt as he moved large trunks of wood. Your eyes widened the more you continued to gawk at him, you didn't even notice that your jaw had dropped a little at the sight of him.
He stood up straight and lifted his hat a little to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He let out a long sigh of exhaustion and let his head hang low for a moment before shaking it off and turning his body to where you stood. You swore you saw his soul leave his body when he was smacked in the face by your presence.
He jumped and grasped his chest with a gasp. "Merlin MC, don't do that to me! How long were you standing there?" he scolded.
Your brain didn't process his scolding. You smiled and walked with vigor up to him. Without a word you threw your arms around your neck and pulled him into an embrace. He stiffened for a second before hugging you back
"I missed you," you said.
He wouldn't have admit it in that moment, but hearing your voice after haven't heard it in a while made his stomach flutter. A smile made its way onto his face. "I missed you too."
You pulled away, but not too far as you scanned his face for any changes. He did the same.
"You've grown," you pointed out.
"Have I?" He smirked.
"At least an inch." You narrowed her eyes. "And you got a new freckle... right... there." You poked his cheek.
He jokingly slapped your hand away. "I see you haven't change one bit," he teased.
You rolled your eyes. You raised a hand to block your eyes from the sun. "Merlin Sebastian, how are you wearing a hat right now in this weather?"
You didn't mention it, but you saw the way his cheeks turned a light shade of red.
"Where's your luggage?" he asked.
"At the front." You jutted your head in the direction.
"C'mon, let's get you settled then." He placed a hand at the small of your back and guided you to the front of the house. He grabbed your luggage and brought it inside, holding the door open for you.
The first thing you saw was Anne. She was standing there with a weak smile on her face. She had gotten a lot thinner since last summer when you saw her, and the dark circles under her eyes were more noticeable. It was a jab to your heart seeing her this way, knowing you couldn't control it.
"MC!" she exclaimed, happily.
"Anne!" You opened your arms and hugged the girl.
"How've you been?" she asked, moving so she could look at you as she spoke.
"I've been good - busy - but good." You hesitated at first, but asked, "And you? How have you been feeling?"
"Some days are worse than others, but today has been good. Probably because I knew you'd be here today." You laughed together. "Uncle has gone out to go get supplies for supper tonight, he should be back soon."
Sebastian behind you muttered something incoherently.
Anne looked at him. "Something on your mind?"
He glanced up from the palm of his hand which he had been absentmindedly tracing. He formed his lips into a tight line. "Nope. Nothing at all... I'll be outside if you girls need anything." He was quick to leave.
You grew a little confused at his rushed exit. "Is there anything I should be aware of?"
Anne scoffed a little. "Oh, it's - it's nothing, it's silly." She brought you to sit at the dining table with her. "He's just a little snippy because Solomon gave him a haircut," she explained.
You didn't know whether to laugh or not. "What?"
Anne shook her head a little. "Ever since we were young, after our parents died, every summer Uncle Solomon will give Sebastian a haircut if he thinks it's gotten too long to do labor with."
You grimaced at the thought of that man giving you a haircut and began to felt sympathy for Sebastian the more you thought about it. "Oh..."
"Solomon recently thought it had gotten too long... I have never seen Sebastian fight it more than he did this time. Honestly, I think it had something to do with you coming so soon."
You frowned. "I'd never make fun of him if that's what he thought."
"He knows that, it's just..."
You tilted your head. "It's just... what?"
She leaned in a little. "It's just that he wants to look his best when he's around you."
"Why should that matter?"
She looked a little taken aback. "My Merlin, do you really not know?"
"Know what?"
"You don't!" she exasperated.
"Don't know what?" You were starting to get a little desperate.
Anne looked around as if to make sure no one was listening. "Be honest with me here... do you fancy my brother?"
You nearly choked out your saliva as you gasped in shock. "What?! No! Me?! No!" You avoided her eye contact as well as her wide grin.
"Oh my gods! You do!" She began to laugh as if it was hysterical. "I knew it!" She slapped the table. "And Sebastian told me you didn't think of him that way..." She shook her head. "I should've listened to Ominis." She began to ramble off about you, Sebastian, and Ominis.
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't tell him I told you, but sister to sister you have to know... that my brother - my twin - is totally in love with you."
You blinked a few times as you attempt to process this information. "What?"
"Now before you start asking - "
"Has he told you that?! Since when?! Why has he never told me?!" you blurted.
"He - "
Suddenly, the door swung open. Heavy footsteps treaded in, the wooden floors creaked underneath the new weight. You turned your head and was met with Solomon whose facial expression hadn't changed since the last time you saw him. A deep scowl.
"You're here early," he grumbled.
Your eyes glimpsed at the grandfather clock in their house. You weren't early, in fact you were actually a little late, but there was no way you would correct him. So, instead, you gave a sweet smile. "I had anticipated some interruption during my travels, but lucky for me none came."
He gave a stiff nod and shuffled his way to the kitchen. "Hope you like Shepard's pie."
Even if you didn't, you would never admit it. "Love it!" You eyed Anne who was holding back a giggle.
"Where's that boy?" he asked, unpacking the produce and meat.
"He's outside, working in the back," Anne answered.
He glared. It wasn't directed toward Anne, but it still managed to make you two cower a little. "No manners that boy has! Invites a guest over and then - " The rest of it was mumbled as he stormed out of the house.
You and Anne could hear muffled shouting.
You turned to Anne. "Anne, about Sebastian - " You were interrupted this time by the door. However, Solomon was now accompanied by Sebastian.
So, that's why he's wearing a hat. You thought to yourself.
Solomon shoved his toward the table where you and Anne sat at. He huffed and sat down beside you.
Anne glanced between the two of you with a sly smile. "So, MC... you said you've been busy, doing what exactly?"
"I've been helping Mr. Weekes at Spintwitches Sporting Needs, he has some new ideas for broom upgrades that I've been assisting him with."
"Sebastian told me you were a good flyer, better than Imelda from what he's told me."
Sebastian had seemed to've perked up. "She's the best on the team."
You breathily scoffed. "That's pushing it a little."
"Nonsense, people think you're gonna get chosen for captain in this new year," he said.
"Don't let Imelda hear that, it'd be over her dead body would I get that position," you half-heartedly joke.
"Anything else you've been doing?" Anne inquired, resting her chin against her knuckles.
"I've been helping Mr. Hill with modeling clothes, helping Sirona at the Three Broom Sticks - cleaning and whatnot, helping J. Pippins with potion deliveries, of course running my own shop - "
"Have you been taking breaks?" Sebastian asked.
You frowned a little at his look of concern. "Of course I have been taking breaks, I''m taking one right now, being here." You could tell that didn't ease him. "It's a busy season, but I've been managing."
"But, you've been drinking enough water, right? Eating enough? Sleeping enough?"
Anne could relate this back to the 'he's in love with you' claim, but you could relate it back to the two of them. He's had to care for Anne for a while now and witnessed her downfall, it's to no surprise he'd be protective over your health and making sure you're okay.
"Yes, Sebastian," you assured.
Solomon was cutting carrots (why is that funny to imagine?), when he grumbled to himself about something. He set his knife down shook his head. "Boy! What did I say about wearing hats indoors?"
You eyed Sebastian's expression. It flickered with embarrassment.
"I am not taking off this hat," he argued.
Solomon crossed his arms and stared down Sebastian. "And why is that?"
Sebastian's lip trembled a little. "W-Well, because - " He sighed in defeat, he didn't want to argue in front of you. That was an embarrassment in itself as he learned the more he thought about the day you first met Anne. "Yes, sir."
Solomon went back to cooking. You didn't know whether to watch or not as Sebastian slowly took off his hat. His eyes casted down in shame. Some of his hair was matted down from the sweat while the rest of it had it's own mind. You had never really seen his natural hair, always tamed with gel. This was the first time you had seen the chaos that was Sebastian's hair, and oh how Solomon did not understand it.
Sebastian ran a hand through it, but it only seemed to have stirred it more. The shorter layers sticking out a little, some parts wavy, some parts straight. The longer layers uneven. You deep down hoped that one day it'd be you who'd give his hair the treatment it deserved, because you knew how much Sebastian cared about it.
"I'm just going to step away for a moment - " Sebastian started.
"No, I need your hand in the kitchen," Solomon countered.
Sebastian shut his eyes. His nostrils flared ever-so-slightly as he breathed in sharply. He stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Due to the arguing, Solomon did haste the cutting process," Anne explained in a hushed tone
"What does he use for it?" You scooted closer toward her so Sebastian nor Solomon heard.
"Sheep shears." Anne cringed at the thought. "I've been fortunate enough to have never experienced it, Sebastian on the other hand..." she paused. "In our second year, Solomon cut it right before the start of first term, and let's just say... it ended him up with an awful nickname."
"Oh, poor Sebastian..." You sympathized.
"After that he learned how to style his hair and built a new reputation for himself, but I know it haunts him every time this season comes around. I think he's just scared you'll somehow lose interest in him all together if you see him - well... this way..."
You frown and looked at Sebastian whose energy drained in the last hour.
"I don't think that's possible," you whisper, unknowingly.
Anne grabbed your hand that laid on the table. "Maybe it's time to tell him that."
You bit your lip. Your nerves grew the more you thought about such a conversation between you and Sebastian. Where you'd reveal the feelings you've contained since the day you met him. Yes, when you met him, you thought he was attractive, but then you got to know him and suddenly he was beautiful. Inside and out, and that's what scared you.
Were you enough for someone beautiful?
You know Anne said he liked you back, but what if it was all a big misunderstanding? It wouldn't have been the first time.
Could you afford to get your heartbroken by Sebastian?
You think not. Which is why when you got your plate of food, you managed to build up no appetite. You pushed around the potato meat and vegetables until it was nothing but a pile of mush. You could feel the heat of Sebastian's gaze burn into you, but you did you best to avoid it. Eventually, Anne allowed the awkward silence to take over until everyone was done with dinner.
Sebastian stood up. "I'm gonna go get some air," he announced before leaving.
You watched him carefully as he left.
Anne picked at her fingernails. "I'm gonna go help Uncle with the rhubarb pie," she said, slowly, as if hinting toward something. "If you know... you wanna... talk." She eyed the door.
You picked it up her cues rather easily. "Yeah," you breathed. "Yeah, maybe that's for the best." You cleared your throat as the both of you stood.
Anne could read by your stance how nervous you were. She grasped your upper arm. and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Hey, believe me when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I know my brother better than anyone and I know... you're everything to him."
You could've argued against that, but chose to bite your tongue and nod. She smiled and gave your upper arm one more squeeze. She walked past you to the kitchen. You sighed and glanced at the door. After what felt like a lifetime you took the first step toward exiting the house until you felt the cool breeze against your face. You ventured out a little and turned your head to your right. It was where you two met up the day you first came to Feldcroft all that time ago, before you met Anne, before him and Solomon got into that fight, and before you told Sebastian all about the keepers.
You walked up the steps and to him where he was leaning against the railing. His back was still turned to you which prompted you to rest against the railing next to him. The two of you wallow in the silence.
"I'm sorry," he said, breaking the silence.
"What for?"
"For being distance."
"It's okay - "
"It's not okay..." He groaned a little. "It's stupid." He shook his head.
"What is? I can tell you, whatever it is, it is not stupid if it's affecting you this much." You knew what it was, but for you to truly understand, you needed to hear his feelings on it.
He shakily sighed. "I know you've noticed, how could you not notice?" He tugged at a strand of his hair which stuck up and out of place. "I swear he treats me as though I'm still a child."
"Sebastian..."
"Don't even lie and tell me it doesn't look bad."
"Could you look at me, please?" He hesitates but does so. "Here..." You stand upright, guiding him to do the same. Cautiously, you began to run your fingers through his hair. You don't verbally mention the way he shuddered immediately when doing so, or when he sighs again, this time of content. You smile, and continue to use your fingers to carefully style his hair. "This is the first time you've ever let me do this."
"Is it really?" He sounded absent. You noticed he had close his eyes and was now leaning into your touch a little more than before. "I've been missing out..."
"Just give me the word and I'll do this at any time for you." You smiled even though he couldn't see it.
"Careful... I think I'd tell you to never stop at some point."
You chuckle but don't respond. You finish by brushing his bangs to the side. Your eyes flickered all around his face. You were so close, you could've counted every freckle, every eyelash, every scar and imperfection that was perfection simply because it was him. Without another thought, your fingers dragged to trace the side of his face down to his jawline. During that, his eyes slowly opened. Your hand didn't leave his face as his eyes bored into yours.
Have they always looked at you that way?
"Have I told you lately that no matter what... you're beautiful... to me?" you stammered.
His breath hitched in his throat. "No," he breathed. "But, then again, I've been doing a terrible job reminding you that as well."
"We ought to really work on that together then, hm?"
He lifted up a hand and pushed your hair back behind your ear. "Yeah..."
"Sebastian?"
"Yes?"
"Kiss me."
You could only describe the moment as the stars having finally aligned. He wasted no time placing his lips against yours. There was no barrier of friendship keeping him from doing the thing he's been wanting to do for so long. You both have well crossed that safe line and now there was so turning back. Sebastian pulled you closer as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to make up for all the time he let go by without making you his. And he really wanted you to be his as much as he wanted to be yours. He wanted to memorize the feeling of your lips against his, your body pressed to his body, the tickle of your hair of his face, the feeling of your fingers in his hair. All that he wanted to consume was you.
The two of you pulled away to catch your breath. You both laughed and leaned into each other as you processed the moment as it was really happening.
You sighed, happily. "You know, your uncle is going to be wondering where we went."
"I honestly could care less about that right now." He couldn't stop smiling. He goes to lean in again but is interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
"As much as I'd love for you guys to continue your moment, I was ordered to tell you that the pie is ready," Anne said with an amused glint in her eye. "I'd also like to mention that I told you so, to both of you." She spun on her heel and began to slowly walk away.
You and Sebastian watched Anne walk away with wide eyes. Sebastian intertwined your fingers with his. "I guess we do have all of summer to spend time with each other."
"I'd like to think it wouldn't end just there," you tease as the you both start to walk back to the house.
"Don't you worry, you're gonna be stuck with me for life. Bad haircuts and all." He nudges you, playfully.
A perfect life.
Your eyes soften. "Lucky me," you whisper.
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Hey!
It would be lovely if you could write a Remus x fem reader, who sleeptalks and confesses after a long night studying in the commonroom.
this was sooooo sweet! 🥰 I am so happy Remus is my first 2024 story cause I loved how this turned out
Warnings: none, this is pure fluff; reader talks in her sleep
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊
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Sleep-Talking
"Oh, come on! Just tell us already!" Sirius kept pestering you.
"Sirius, just drop it!" you repeated.
Sirius was currently lying upside down on the sofa behind you as you and Remus tried to study in the Common Room. James and Peter were sitting by the window, James playing with the Snitch as he laughed softly. They all knew that you talked in your sleep and Lily had recently told them that you mentioned one of them a few nights ago but she didn't tell them who. Although James had a pretty good idea and it wasn't Sirius.
"C'mon, love" he said, smirking at you. "We all know it was me, so just, admit it already" he said.
"You got me. Yes, Sirius. I had a dream that I you kept asking me stupid questions, so I punched you" you smirked back at him, making the other three laugh and Sirius' smirk drop.
"You're not funny when you do that" he glared at you.
"And you're not funny when you do that" you said, going back to your book.
"Was it about Prongs?"
"Sirius!"
"Pads, just drop it" Remus added, sighing as he tried to concentrate on his Transfiguration book.
"I just find it weird that she won't tell us? I mean, what's with all the secrets, love? What's the harm in letting us know you had a dream about one of us?" he asked, turning around before realization hit him. He slid off the sofa and was now fully sitting on the floor, next to you his arm behind you as his smirk was back on. "Hold on a second" he said, moving closer to you. "What was your dream about?"
Your eyes widen a little and you could feel your cheeks burning. You hoped Sirius didn't notice the smudge you made on your book while writing. But Remus did.
"Uh-"
"Oh, Merlin" Sirius laughed as James and Peter suddenly found the conversation very interesting. "I knew it! That's why you don't want us to know, isn't it? It wasn't a very innocent dream, was it, love?"
"Alright, Sirius, that's enough" Remus said, glaring at his friend. "We are trying to study here. If you three aren't even going to pretend to care then, please leave us be!"
"Oh, come off, Moony!" Sirius mocked him as James was already pulling him up by his arm.
"Let's go, Pads" he laughed.
"Is not like he's not dying to know if it's him!" you still heard Sirius as James was pulling him upstairs to their dorm with Peter following them and finally leaving you and Remus alone.
"Um, I'm really sorry about them" Remus chuckled, nervously. "You know they can be-"
"It's alright, Rem" you smiled sweetly. "I know they're idiots" you chuckled. You've known them for a very long time.
A few hours had passed, and the Common Room was empty by now, except for the two of you and the dying fire on the fireplace.
"Okay, I think we've covered everything" Remus said, looking at his book. "Except the Fruitcakes to Fairy tales" he said, re-reading the content again. "Wait, that can't be right" he chuckled, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. "Right, Fairy Cakes to Fairies" he corrected. "I think we can leave that for to-" he turned around to see you and stopped when he noticed you were resting your head in your arms and had fallen asleep. He looked at the time and realized it was a lot later than he had thought.
He felt himself smiling as he saw how peaceful you looked in your sleep. He would never admit this out loud but, Sirius was right. He would eventually have to find the courage to finally ask you out. He slowly got up and quietly started cleaning his and your things before he would gently wake you up so the two of you could go to bed.
"Mmm..." he heard you mumble in your sleep before he saw a smile appear on your face. Again, he may never admit this out loud, but he kind of agreed with Sirius. Ever since Lily told them that you had said one of the Marauders' name, he had been dying to know who it was. "Stop it, love" he heard you say, still fully asleep. It may not be the best idea though, as this could mean there was a 75% chance that you were in love, or at least dreaming about, one of his best friends. But at least this way, he would be done and get it over with. But then... "I love you too, Remus" he heard you chuckle, making him instantly look at you to make sure you were still sleeping, which caused him to drop the books in his hand, and you opened your eyes at the sound.
"H-hey-" Remus said, nervously as he picked up the books and he felt his cheeks blushing. "S-sorry, I uh" he stuttered. "I didn't mean to wake you up-"
"H-how um- how long have I been asleep?" you asked, feeling your heart pounding heavily.
"N-not long" he insisted, kneeling back next to you. "I was just thinking about calling it a night. I mean it's a bit later than I thought" he smiled.
"Um, sure" you smiled, nervously. "W-was I uh- was I... t-talking in my sleep?" you asked, feeling your cheeks burning as you looked away.
"Um..." Remus thought for a moment. He could see you were extremely anxious, and he didn't want this to be the way he confessed his love for you. "N-no" he said, noticing the sigh of relief you gave. "You were just... mumbling a bit but I couldn't make any of it" he assured you.
"Oh, um... okay" you smiled, feeling your heart flutter at how close Remus was from you. Not only because of that, but also because of the dream you were having, where he was much closer and his lips were very much on yours. "Um... we should... probably go to bed then" you said. "I mean, uh... separately, um... y-you know, you to your dorm and me to my dorm-" you stuttered. "I'm just going to shut up now" you chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, I think we're good for tonight" he said, smiling adorably at you as he got up and then helped you as well.
"Um, thanks again for helping me study, Rem" you smiled as you made your way to the stairs where you'll be parting ways.
"Anytime, love" Remus said, smiling at you and stopping you before you could go up the stairs. "Um-" he said, blushing a little. "I was thinking" he said, nervously. "Since it's a Hogsmeade weekend" he continued, placing his hand on the back of his neck. "And we're basically just one subject away... maybe you'd like to... go with me?" he asked, smiling sheepishly at you.
"R-really?" you asked, feeling your heart melting. "Just... y-you and me?"
"Y-yeah, if you'd like to um... go on a date... with me, that is" he assured you.
"I would really like that, Remus" you smiled.
"Really?" he asked, excitedly and you nodded happily. "Brilliant! So, maybe we could meet here and go to breakfast and then, we can go?"
"Sounds perfect" you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"See you tomorrow then, love" he smiled before he turned around to leave but you stopped him.
"Are you sure I didn't say anything when I was asleep?" you asked, smiling nervously. Remus looked at you and smirked a little.
"Nope. Nothing, love" he replied but you weren't fully convinced. "At least nothing I could understand" he shrugged. "Why? Were you dreaming about something in specific?"
"Not really" you smiled back at him. Remus pulled you a little to kiss your cheek.
"Sweet dreams, love" he whispered before he went on his way.
Yes, he definitely heard you.
The End
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A/N: I hope you loves liked it! hopefully more stories are coming up this week!
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hogwarts legacy characters as tropes
includes: sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, garreth weasley, amit thakkar
a/n: to the sebastian sallow stans, i'm gonna SPARE you. in this, anne is fine and he doesn't get into the dark arts.
sebastian sallow:
found family/friends to lovers
when you came to hogwarts, you came lonely. when you looked around after getting sorted into your house, everyone was sitting with somebody they knew, chatting away. planning to walk out, you're stopped short when a girl with short brown hair leaves her table to comes up to you. "hi, i'm anne! i couldn't help but notice you didn't have somewhere to sit, come by me and my brother, if you want to."
oh pls after that it was history, anne wasn't letting you go
ever since that dinner with anne and her twin, sebastian, in first year you were done for. sebastian's freckles and the way he blushed lightly in embarrassment when his sister would tease him for something made you swoon. ominis and anne taunted you about this endlessly, making you hide your face every time without fail.
anne definitely set you two up
anne told you many times that he did, in fact, like you back but it was hard to believe. he treated you like a normal friend, and those times you caught him staring at you he was just zoning out. so, pushing your feelings aside, you got ready to go to hogsmeade with anne, ominis, and sebastian. it took you and sebastian 15 minutes at honeydukes to realize the other 2 weren't coming. at the end of the day, you had confessed after you spilled butterbeer on his white shirt. "shit, im sorry! merlin, this is embarrassing. spilling a drink on the guy you like.." yea if u think you've seen him red you hadn't until that day.
you alr know those friendsgivings HIT
thanksgiving at hogwarts always made you a bit homesick, that feeling didn't come in 7th year with your "family." coming back to the slytherin common room after dinner, you stayed up all night talking with sebastian, who coincidentally got plastered with anne that night. " 'm gonna marry you one day" as he rested his head on your chest and dozed off, leaving your heart racing.
ominis gaunt:
forbidden romance
ominis' family would not approve of you, that is something he knew for a fact. his family was cold, distant, and in his eyes, evil. when he was younger, he would fantasize about escaping with his aunt, noctua gaunt, and moving somewhere far way. that wasn't possible anymore, but he still had you. you were his safe space, his place of hiding, and you meant everything to him. which is exactly why he had to hide you from anyone who could report your relationship to his family. many people warned you about being so close with a gaunt, but you both knew better.
many late nights sneaking around the castle and secret touches
you and ominis were once again sneaking around the castle, desperately trying to avoid peeves. his wand was leading both of you in the direction of the undercroft, linked arm in arm. when you two had gotten to the spot you made years ago, you would spend hours basking in each others presence. in the late hours of the night, ominis would make up for his lack of vision through sight and memorize everything about you. gentle touches along your face, kisses along your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, even. this man wants nothing more than to absolutely worship you, he thinks of you as his saving grace.
expect fear of his family
to put it lightly, ominis is terrified at the idea of his family ever finding you. he will do anything in his power to protect you. when the new fifth year tells him they need his help with sebastian, you are not coming, and that's final. he doesn't know what dangers may lie there. going back to the undercroft, he promises you many things, promises he will hold to his heart forever. "i will always protect you, my love" with a kiss as light as a feather below your ear. "you are so perfect" with your foreheads leaned against each other, and his hand rubbing your back.
garreth weasley:
good girl x bad boy (even if you aren't a girl)
you were never one to break rules in any way, always trying to keep up with your academics. you weren't at the top of your class, but you were up there and you had good relationships with your professors. which is why it was a little surprising that garreth weasley, the schools infamous "troublemaker" was talking to you right now. it was almost more surprising he knew your name. "y/n, help me out. please." "weasley, i am not stealing a dumb feather for you, please go back to making your wiggenweld potion."
lowkey cringed having to write troublemaker
also a bit of enemies to lovers
you were already annoyed enough that day, and the last thing you needed was weasley dragging you into his antics. though, fate was not on your side when you were walking out of the library and got dragged into a row of bookcases. "what the hell? let go of-" you were quickly cut off when garreth wrapped his hand around your mouth and kept you against a bookcase until you heard an angry professor sharp storm past. now whispering, you ask "what the hell is wrong with you?" just for him to cup the side of your face and kiss your cheek before smirking and walking away. "thank you, darling!"
it's definitely unexpected when you start dating, but not unwelcome.
his rebellious nature started to grow on you, not that you would do some of the stuff that he does around the castle. truth be told, he does find it adorable when you come up to him and proudly told him you skipped one class period. your professors and classmates alike are definitely shocked when they see you two laughing quietly together in the back of the class, but you convince him to study more and the improvement in his grades does not go unnoticed by your professors.
loves embarrassing you in public
he would never push your limits too far, but he loves teasing you in public whenever he can. he was always convinced he wouldn't be into pda, but then he met you. how could he resist from it if you were going to squirm away like that? if you told him you were uncomfortable with this he wouldn't, of course. but if you let him he would have the time of his life very obviously pulling you into an empty room when you were on your way to class.
amit thakkar:
academic rivals
amit frustrated you. you were at the top of your class for a while now, until he got out of second place and replaced you. this grabbed your attention on him, constantly glaring at him in class and in the hallways, which made you fall behind more. what was even more infuriating is that he didn't do anything more than give you a small smile in class. in fact, he admired you and your wit, and your dedication to staying at the number one spot drew him into you.
since he's the sweet man he is, he'd probably lead to your friendship
after you finally got your spot back, you didn't stop studying. there was no way anyone was going to take your spot again. astronomy was almost over, and the rest of the class was given to spend freely while professor shah handed back the most recent test. "good job, y/n." smirking, you looked at the red 98 on the parchment, turning over to amit to ask what he got. "95, what about you?" your smile could have lit the sky in replacement to the stars, he thinks. "98, maybe i should tutor you sometime." when you walk out of the room, he puts the parchment in his bag, glancing at the bold "100" on it.
people were definitely confused when you went from glaring at him to holding his hand
you were joking when you said you would tutor him, but he held your word to it. it was the week before exams and he actually had to help you grasp the fact that aries is not just a straight line. you could've gotten this long ago, but you noticed yourself becoming entranced with him. how was he so patient with you, and so kind? when you finally got the idea, you went into the exam ready. when you got one point higher than him on the exam, he congratulated you with a tight hug, and when you separated, you weren't very separated. leaning in, before your lips connected you said one last thing to him before summer. "don't think i'll go easy on you next year, you better write to me."
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0.1 — drunkfession ; james potter
sum: alcohol has both you and James thinking about what could’ve been
warnings: drunk teens
notes: wrote this months ago but its literal shit needed to clear my notes tho!
James stumbled in his steps as he climbed up the corridor stairs. His head was heavy, his eyes bleary, but even in his drunken state he was still able to make out the person stood before him.
Judging by your puffy lips and reddened cheeks, he was able to either guess you were drunk or had been crying. Your hair fell in its silky locks, tangled by the ends. James just wished he could comb through them, make them look perfectly straight just how he liked it. His heart ached a bit when your eyesight avoided him immediately.
He knew he’d hurt you, he knew how you and him didn’t talk much more these days, didn’t joke around even when you’d been promised a friendship still. But none of those compared to you avoiding eye contact with him.
The breakup didn’t go well. He had convinced you that both of you weren’t good for each other. And maybe you weren’t. Things were messy for you, and he was in a complicated situation as well. You’d gone through a list of hookups after. But James, James had gotten into a semi serious relationship with Lily Evans. At first he tried to hide it, then things got more complicated and James couldn’t keep things away any longer. The news came a few months after your breakup, but the fact hurt, and maybe mixed with a bit of alcohol in your senses— you had broke down to the pictures of them together.
James didn’t knew what was going on in his head then, maybe he enjoyed Lily’s company, maybe he did like her. But if he did, then why was he so completely over her in just a week, or why— even worse, was his heart panging in his chest and his heartbeat ringing through his ears when he sees you like this.
And why, when the air gets colder and the leaves turn browner does he have you feeling like his girl again?
“Hi.” He starts simply.
You wave your hand, “You can cross, Potter.”
He wants to speak, but the words don’t come out right, “I— I don’t—“
“You know, you can speak to me properly. Know you’re drunk ‘n all, but it’s really not that hard, Potter.”
“What d’you mean?” He asks harshly.
You lean away from the wall, “I mean, you’ve been avoiding me all the time. ‘S not like I’ve done anything wrong, have I?”
“Oh, c’mon Y/n. I—“
“Why’re you even here?” You slurred, “Shouldn’t you be busy with Lily?”
He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. “I have an actual life other than her, thank you very much. And besides— ‘s not like we were anything.”
You knew. Of course you knew. You were friends with Sirius and Marlene, Merlin, one of those were bound to say something. “Really?” You asked, not to sound too interested or anything.
He hmm-ed, answering simply.
“Then why’d you break up with me?”
One. Two. The seconds passed by just as direct as your words. Unsurprisingly aiming for his heart.
“You know I cant answer that, Y/n.”
You scoffed, “Why not? Haven’t had actual closure all this time. Might as well, right? We’re both drunk, probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.”
Truthfully, even if you were drunk off your arse, you knew you wouldn’t forget about anything about this night. Even starting from this moment, it had all been captured and stored in your memory. Just like all the other ones with James in it, it was tucked in the safe space of the small slot in your heart.
“Yes. No— lie. I remember everything with you in it.” Just like your minds were the same, he admitted just a bit more bravely than you.
“I just want to understand, Jamie.”
There it was. Jamie. He knew the nickname was coming, and yet he still expected a small heart attack to occur when you pronounced the name so gently, just like you used to.
“I know you do.” He sighed, running a hand through his mess of curls. “But I don’t know either. My head was a mess, just like you were. And I guess— I guess I never apologized to you and never helped you through it. But you should know, Y/n, I really am sorry for all of it.”
Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, avoiding the mess of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “I didn’t ask for your apology. I asked why.”
More tugging on his hair, “I don’t— don’t know, Y/n. I guess, things were really messy and I did the first thing that came to mind instead of thinking it through.”
“You should’ve spoke to me. Asked me for help. Or something. I was there for you, Jamie. You had me, just like I thought I had you.”
The words cut. He knew, and you knew too.
“You were there for me?”
You rolled your eyes again at him, a small laugh escaping and your voice going down. “You know you’ll always have me, right Jamie? No need to be so choosy with my words.”
His beautiful hazel eyes light up, “I know.”
“You avoided me. You acted like I didn’t exist.” You frowned. Even with his poor eyesight, James could see your eyes turn glassy.
“Honey—“ James stopped himself, “Sorry, Y/n. I— I didn’t know you felt that way. You said you didn’t want to talk to me.”
“What?” You suppressed the want to smack his head, “When did I ever say that, you idiot?”
“I dunno! I just got the vibe!”
“You’re so stupid, Potter! This is why I hate you!”
“You don’t hate me.”
“Yes, I do.”
James scoffs, “You could never hate me.”
“Right, because you’ve treated me so perfectly.” You mumbled.
The staircase didn’t have much air as the window was far on the top end. You felt yourself getting hotter, particularly the heat reaching up to your cheeks when James clicked his tongue and pursed his lips.
“Let me treat you perfectly then.” He offered, you weren’t sure if he meant it or if it were just one of his mindless, drunk flirting. Probably the latter.
You scoffed, “Not a chance, Potter.”
“I mean it.” He took a step forward. His fingers twitched, itching to grab ahold of yours. He knew just then what it’d feel it, yours were cold and his was warm. He knew it was like whatever this was between you two, just something teetering on the edge, if he had a chance to grab ahold of you he knew he could warm you right up. But James hadn’t yet trusted himself if he was able to earn your heart and not break it again.
“I have experience in not believing what you mean.”
“I wanted it to be you, Y/n. So badly.” He confessed in a whisper.
“Then why not?” You only dared to ask as the tears finally drop gently across your cheeks.
Why not? Well, it was quite clear then why not. Because his robes were decorated with red and gold and meanwhile yours were lined with astute silver and green.
You. Always you. How could he ever forget … about you? Even if it’s been months since your breakup, and months since you’ve spoken so intimately with each other, everything about this felt natural.
“You know why not.”
You rolled your eyes, pretty sure your cheeks have been rained with black mascara by now. “It sucked to see you trailing after Lily for weeks. It sucked because I knew how it felt having you on mine.”
“I’m sorry.”
You scoffed, trying to lighten the mood with your insistent remarks the whole conversation. “You’ve said that before.”
“Honey.” James smirked ever so slighty. He moved his face closer to you until you could feel his breath fanning over your nose. “I’m so, so sorry.” Your cold choulder was suddenly touched by a warm presence, his fingers creeping up to twiddle with the thin strap of your dress.
“Jamie..” your voice wavered, serving as a warning to James.
“I could have you forgiving me so easily, you know that?”
You decided then, if James wanted to play this game then you could compete as well. “How about, you spend more time trying to get a sincere apology to me ready by next morning. Maybe then I’ll see if I’m ready to forgive you.”
“God, I had you tearing up a minute ago and now you’re back to this?” James panted.
Your hand pushed at his chest, “See you in the morning, Potter.”
James smiled politely, the smile you hated. Then his head dipped lower and pressed a singular light kiss on your clavicle. “Goodnight, then.” He whispered against your skin.
“Ugh. Goodnight, Potter.” You replied swiftly before quickly leaving.
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Second Son (II) | Regulus Black
Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.
— Chapter Synopsis: Getting acquainted with Regulus was inevitable, but your relationship only continues to grow as you figure out a way for your friendship to outlast the closing summer break.
Part I / Part III / Series Masterlist
Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader
Notes: Harry's arrival. Regulus is warming up to Y/N. Little cliffhanger at the end.
It was an ingenious idea.
"That is certainly an idea."
Regulus was very much trying to be supportive of your plans, but you could see the veiled apprehension in his gaze.
Over the summer, you were able to bond with him over the traumas of your life. You were proudly on day 34 of friendship.
In a way, he had become your closest acquaintance in the absence of Harry.
Regulus was endlessly fascinated by Harry when you had explained the lore of the poor boy's life. You would pay a good sum of your inheritance to see the gobsmacked look on his face again after you told him Harry was famous for surviving the Killing Curse.
"Calm your horses, Reg. It will be fine. I wouldn't risk such a thing if I weren't confident."
"Oh, it's not your confidence I doubt," his curls bounced ever so slightly as he shook his head, "I'm just hoping that you aren't in over your head here."
"It will be fine. I have this thing where I am averse to killing friends."
"Friends?-"
Before Regulus could finish, you whipped out your wand and murmured a firm reducio.
His painting gave the faintest quake before quickly shrinking on the floor.
"Reg? Are you okay?"
"Fine. Everything is just humongous now. But I'm no more cramped than I was before."
You pick up the small frame, brushing your thumb over the gold edge. Regulus‘ painting was now quaint enough to fit in the palm of your hand, his shrunken figure gazing up at you in relief.
"See, I told you. Everything's fine. Now I can take you with me everywhere I go."
His eyes glimmer in pleasure at the prospect of actually be able to see the outside world.
"I concede, you were right. However, in the event that you die, what will happen to me? Merlin forbid they bury me with you."
Regulus made it a point to bring up your almost imminent demise at every chance he could, strongly disapproving of your close association with the Dark Lord's current greatest adversary.
It was funny to think the greatest threat to the Dark Lord's reign was a group of teenagers struggling in Arithmancy.
"Don't worry, I'll look up some kind of rune to transport you to a safe place in the event that I am slaughtered. Though, you should have more faith in me, Harry and I have managed to survive a lot of unimaginable things."
"None of which even scratch the surface of the Dark Lord's power."
"Yeah, yeah, but I'm less concerned about the Dark Lord and more concerned about the Ministry. They're completely defaming Harry and I have half the mind to march on in to Fudge's office and slap him."
Regulus let out a noise of amusement and you began to fiddle with your wand in contemplation.
"Hey Reg, do you know anything that could allow you to communicate with me without giving away your whole predicament? I think I'll be shipped off on the first carriage to St. Mungo's if someone catches me talking to myself."
You were hesitant to tell anyone about your summer discovery, but Regulus was vehemently against it. He told you that telling others of his existence would only give him a headache, and you had a creeping suspicion he wasn't on the best of terms with the Dark Lord and his followers or his brother.
"There might be something in my room. I was researching various concealment charms before I died. For now, I'll just remain silent until you address me first."
A warm feeling beat at your chest. Regulus had never outright told you, but you knew that he trusted you and even liked you enough to agree to stick around.
It was probably due to your unrelenting honesty and efforts to make it clear that you didn't hate him for his past juvenile decisions.
Though, he was still quite secretive about his past.
"Well, off we go then. And Reg?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks." For trusting me and for being my friend.
"Think nothing of it."
Brushing Reg's frame one last time, you slip the small item into a wide pocket inside your jacket.
You huff out a heavy sigh and make your way out of the room, slowly cracking the door open. As you peered out into the hall, you let relief wash over you as you realized the coast was clear.
Slowly shutting the door behind you, letting it warp and disappear, you bound down the staircase and towards the end of the hall on the second floor.
You stopped a few paces away from your destination, taking in the sight of the worn door. It felt almost like you were about to cross the threshold into somewhere sacred.
"Y/N! There you are, we've been looking for you! What are you doing?" You curse silently under your breath, spinning on your heel and away from Regulus‘ bedroom door.
Hermione and Ron were looking at you expectantly, confusion flitting in their eyes at your recent reclusiveness and secrecy.
"I was just exploring."
"Near that door?" Ron's voice was coated in a mixture of disbelief and pride, approving of your sudden mischievous nature.
"Yeah, I mean I've always liked a good mystery. Though...keep it a secret for me? I don't want to sit through Sirius‘ lecturing."
This time it was Hermione who spoke, a sudden glint of excitement sharpening in her gaze, "No matter about that! We heard from the adults that Harry should be arriving soon!"
You broke out into a grin at the news, though your eyebrows began to furrow as you let the information stew in your head.
"Wait. Why now? Did something happen? Dumbledore would never allow it unless something urgent occurred."
Hermione and Ron exchange a serious look and a sinking feeling drags down your middle.
It is not until they drag you into your shared room that you're informed of the news, and you honestly could not be less surprised.
Chaos followed Harry everywhere, and a Dementor attack happened to fall into the ‘shit that only happens to Harry‘ category of life.
Harry arrived less than an hour after you received the news, and you could see the relief flood into his eyes as he realized you were all there waiting for him.
You let Hermione and Ron smother him in their hugs before you're up on your feet and gently patting his back, his face shoved into your shoulder as his whole body sagged.
"I'm glad you're here now, Harry. Dumbledore forbade all methods of communication with you, and he's unfortunately methodical. I tried just about everything to reach you."
The tired boy nods at your explanation, clearly still in shock at the events that unfolded to properly react.
You were beginning to relax against Harry until a sudden pop had you gripping your chest painfully.
The bloody twins and their bloody apparition.
"Fred! George! I swear I'm going to castrate you one of these days!"
You were still quite irked with the twins even after they apologized to you and formulated a plan to make up for the scare.
They thought it would be lightwork to use an extendable ear product of theirs to listen in on the meeting going on in the kitchen downstairs.
"As lovely as that sounds, I have to finish reading up for the summer."
"Blimey, Y/N. Don't tell me you're turning into Hermione."
"Well I think that's great, Y/N. And if you bothered to do what we were doing, Ronald, maybe you wouldn't have to ask for our notes every year."
You quickly flee the scene as the others were distracted, shutting the door quietly and striding towards Regulus‘ room down the hall.
Without hesitating like last time, you hurriedly twist the creaky knob and fling yourself into the room, not giving anyone the opportunity to catch you sneaking around.
"Okay, Reg. We're alone now. Sorry I couldn't leave sooner, I'm sure it was a bore for you."
You fetch the portrait from the inside of your jacket, grinning down at the pretty boy who was looking back at you passively.
"It was quite entertaining. It's better than the usual empty silence I'm used to."
"Right...I'm glad. Well, where do you keep your charms books at?"
"Left trunk underneath the bed. The green one."
You place the small painting down on the tableside next to his bed, propping it up against a dust-coated lamp. You heave the trunk out and let out a small exhale from the effort, nimbly unclasping it and flipping it open.
The sight of rows of books greeted you and you had to hold in a gasp at the wide collection and their near pristine quality.
Advanced Charm Casting
Chadwick's Charms Vol. III
Charms and Their Origins
The Dark Forces: Praesidium Carmina and Spells
"Wow. You have quite the selection. Praesidium Carmina?"
"It's latin for protection charms. There should be a few handy charms in there, but I didn't get to finish it so you'll have to read it thoroughly yourself."
You run a finger down the spine of the book appreciatively, grinning at the boy like a child finding a chest of candy.
"Reg, you are truly amazing."
"You can keep it. You can take all of them if you wish."
Your mouth falls open at his words, a pleased expression falling over your face. Regulus, for the most part, looked unaffected by your touched demeanor, but you could see a self-satisfied smile tug at his lips.
"Are you sure, Reg? These look precious."
"They are. But I have no use for them nor does Sirius. Besides, I can trust that you'll use them well."
"Wow. This is the first gift you've given me. You know this means that our friendship has entered the next level, right?"
Regulus shakes his head in amusement, smiling at your enthusiasm.
"And how would you define this new level of friendship, dear Y/N?"
"Well, we're like a couple secrets away from being best friends. Sorry though, I don't really know how I could give you an actual gift."
Regulus seems to consider this for a few moments, merely opting to shake his head in response.
"Getting me out of that room is already a debt I'm unable to repay."
"I'm glad you said that because now you're really stuck with me forever."
And it could have been the trick of the light, but you swear he didn't look totally bothered by the idea.
After shrinking down Regulus‘ trunk and a small pouch he insisted on you taking as well, you made your way down towards the kitchen, pockets full and feeling satisfied from your mission.
As you entered the kitchen, you stop in your tracks as everyone's attention darts to you.
Isn't that fun.
Suddenly, Sirius stands up and gestures for you to come sit, his mouth set in a firm line instead of his usual playful smirk.
"Y/N, there you are. We need to have a talk."
Relax. There's no way he knows anything.
Was what you would have thought, but Hermione and Ron couldn't quite look you in the eyes. You were superbly fucked.
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Season of Love Event @george-weasleys-girl
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Fred Weasley x f!Reader
Warnings: I used my headcanons in this fic (They're on my blog if you wanna take a look), not reviewed, little fic?. English is not my first language.
— You're the one who usually goes on dates like this so you're going to help me plan... Why that face?
Fred had been sitting on the bedroom floor with George by his side for about half an hour, papers about a plan that George thought would be a new prank spread out in front of both.
— Are you finally going to tell her that you like her? — A mischievous smile was on George's face.
Fred went out with girls, but dates? No. He thinks it was too romantic, too serious. George already knew how to deal with feelings a little better than him; he knew that going on a casual date with someone in Hogsmeade didn't mean that he wanted to be that person's boyfriend. Fred stayed away from dates.
That is, until he falls in love with you.
So George, knowing his brother, already understood why Fred wanted help asking you out. The problem is; You, Lee and the twins have been friends for a long time, he can't stop thinking that he could ruin everything by telling you who he likes.
— Don't worry, lovebird. She likes you too; everyone can see. — George patted his brother on the back as encouragement. He had heard enough ramblings from both you and Fred to know you were on the same page. They stayed like that for a while, George helping plan the day and Fred writing the "Plan My Love" on a piece of parchment.
Plan My Love
Pick wildflowers She doesn't like flowers
Go with her to Honeydukes and buy chocolate We do this all the time, very common
Maybe Zonko's
Ron talked about him and Hermione drinking Butterbeer Three Broomsticks ?
Honestly, he wrote your name more times than wrote places for you to go together. Maybe because Fred felt each option might not be enough to win you over.
It was almost curfew when they heard a knock on the door. The twins looked at each other, Fred got up and headed towards the door.
— Hide everything, tomorrow after class I’ll ask if she wants to...
I knocked on the wooden door and waited until someone told me I could enter. Voices can be heard on the other side. The night was lonely and during the day I didn't see the twins, so why not come and visit them? It's not uncommon for me to sleep here, but most of the time they come to visit me, with some new invention or whatever, and leave in the middle of the night through the secret passages.
I hear some footsteps approaching the door and I hear Fred's muffled voice coming closer.
— ...after class I'll ask if she wants to...
The door creaks as Fred opens it, his eyes widen when he sees me. He stops and his voice wavers, stretching out the last word of the sentence. As if he had been caught red-handed.
— toooh my Merlin! I didn't expect see you here — He tries to hide it but his voice is still shaking. Fred closes the door closer and stands between the wall and it, blocking my view of the room.
— Can I come in or...? — I squint my eyes and lift my feet a little trying to see over Fred's shoulder. — What are you hiding? Who will want to do what?
George opens the door and hangs on his brother's shoulder. — Oh it's nothing. We were talking about the homework Minerva gave us, right Fred?
— Right George — They step away from the door and Fred gestures for me to enter, — My love.
The nickname always makes my heart skip a beat. At first, I thought it was a provocation and complained, but now... I don't know if I love or hate it because, well, it's just a nickname. Snapping out of my reverie, I walk into the room and towards George's bed, not realizing that behind me, Fred was giving his brother a nod of thanks for disappearing with all the papers.
Their dorm is always so cozy, not in a traditional way, but cozy. At least for me. They have sweaters scattered around, inventions here and there and if you look closely, you can catch a whiff of cinnamon and gunpowder in the air.
I ended up sleeping there, we stayed talking and laughing until late - and after I laid down on Fred's bed it was too warm and cozy to just get up - so I decided to go back to my dorm in the morning, before classes started.
In the morning
— Hey, wake up sunshine. Did you take some kind of sleeping pill?
My eyes slowly open and see Fred smiling sitting next to me in bed, I slowly get up while Fred talks about how long it took him to wake me up. — It's time, I'll take you to your dorm. — He has one of the prettiest smiles I've ever seen and is close enough for me to smell his scent. Which honestly makes me wanna pull him close and not leave here anytime soon. Reluctantly, I stand up making Fred move away.
— Here. So you don't have to wear just your pajamas in the cold — He pulls one of his sweaters from the trunk in front of the bed and hands it to me. I took the sweater from his hand and thanked him, smiling back at him.
— You always take care of me, I like that — I say putting on the sweater.
What you didn't know was that your simple comment almost made Fred lose his breath, he cleared his throat, ignoring that his heart was racing. — You know, I'm a gentleman. Come on my love.
Fred started walking towards the door and I was right behind him, but I saw a rolled up parchment next to my foot on the floor. I stopped, leaned over, picked up the parchment and opened it without much pretense.
My name? My expression slowly changes with each word. I just stand there in the middle of the room, totally unresponsive. When the realization hits me, I have to bite my lower lip to keep from screaming with happiness. My attention fixates on Fred, who was looking through the door, maybe seeing if there are anyone in the hallway.
He likes me too?!
Looking at the parchment once more, I miss the moment when Fred turns to me and realizes the situation. It's so quiet I'm sure I can hear Fred's heart pounding from across the room.
— Bloody hell... — He curses under his breath. The atmosphere in the room becomes more tense, looking at him is like seeing a petrified deer in headlights, — Freddie...
— No, I know, just, please don't hate me — He runs his hands over his face and his shoulders slump.
You know those moments when you have no idea what to do? Like you're glued to the floor, afraid of saying the wrong thing? this is one of them. I approach slowly and the moment when Fred's posture becomes more tense is visible.
— Going to Honeydukes and Zonko's doesn't seem like a bad plan — I hand the parchment to Fred wearing a comforting smile. He relaxes a little, takes a deep breath and holds the edge of the parchment, but doesn't actually take it. — And don't you think it's too simple for you? — Fred looks at me, observing my reactions, — The plan... Me...
The last word comes out more like a whisper, It's even strange to see the charming Fred Weasley like this. He forces a provocative smile but after years of noticing every detail of him it's easy to recognize when he's pretending. — I think it's perfect. Who wouldn't like a date with the incredible Fred Weasley, right?
Fred breaks into a laugh, the cheeks and tips of the ears turning red, and I just sigh, thinking how handsome this boy is when he's smilin. Fred whispers "We better go" as he nods to the door and we both walked together through the secret passages towards my dorm.
The walk was silent, but Fred never left your side, you can feel a cozy warmth radiating from him. In the middle of a narrower passage, he intertwined your hands and gave you a confident smile, damn smile that made your heart miss a beat. You got closer and wrapped your free hand around his arm.
The sweater he's wearing tickles the side of your face and I hear Fred takes a deep breath, — How can you be so pretty? You're making my heart hurt, woman.
A laugh escapes you and you lightly tap him on the shoulder, — Stop being dramatic.
— I mean it, my love — Fred waves his wand. Suddenly, a door at the end of the passage swings open, and your bedroom door is right there, just a few feet to the side of the new opening.
Your reluctance to say goodbye was remarkable. The cold morning contributing to the atmosphere becoming better, as if even the weather was happy for you.
— So, do you want to... go to Hogsmeade with me?
You pretend to think a little, — humm, just us?
Fred smiles at your provocation, biting his lower lip, — Yes, my lady, just the two of us. — He extends his free hand to your waist and moves a little closer with a mischievous smile. Our boy is confident.
— Of course, Freddie.
Fred melted when he heard the nickname, you always call him that, and every time he felt like he had just won a Quidditch match. Feeling confident, you stand on tiptoe and kiss the side of his mouth, more on his cheek than his lips.
— I need to go.
A mischievous smile lights up Fred's face, he leans in and reaches your lips, leaving a quick kiss there. — See you later, My Love.
You don't even finish closing the door when happiness washes over you. Your mouth opens in disbelief and you have to hold yourself back from jumping around the room in excitement.
On the other side, Fred was jumping and punching the air, whispering a few "I did it" to yourself, trying not to make too much noise so he wouldn't get caught.
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Some headcanons or drabbles for Sebastian with an MC that gets progressively more distant as time goes on? Like, the detachment is mutual after the end of the game, but they (Sebastian and ominis) still notice something’s up with their former friend.
first it’s ominis, who’s paying more attention (since Sebastian avoids MC, and ominis avoids Sebastian). The Gaunt is starting to realize that MC is taking more and more trips out into the forest and school grounds, with little human interaction.
Both Seb and Ominis soon realize that they really don’t know anything about their friend. Not their past, not their home life.
not even their blood status. Sure, they’re mostly rumored to be halfblood, but have they ever confirmed?just them realizing that they might not know their friend at all. And that their friend is slowly slipping away, mentally and emotionally.
Either an angsty or fluffy ending, your choice :)
Oh I love this! And thank you so much for giving me a distraction at work- Monday was getting to be a little too much. (and since I wrote it at work, it's unedited)
word count: 1.4k
warnings: cursing, cannon level violence, mention of death, depression, and a bit of hope.
at the end of fifth year- when MC didn’t turn Sebastian in, there had been enough death and loss and hurt. But so much hurt that it was hard to be around each other, everyone just drifted. There was a vague understanding between the trio that no one would say anything, but it came with tension that could cut a knife- how could they still be friends when no one could look each other in the eye?
Ominis thought that he and MC would somewhat get over it. If anything he thought he’d have someone to talk to about the whole ordeal but MC was barely more than a ghost. The only sign that she attended the school was that she would show up in class- and that was only sometimes. When she did show up she was always the last one in the door and the first one out.
He’d asked Poppy, Natty- for Merlin’s sake he even spoke to Leander about it, but the most he got was Natty knowing she was going into the forbidden forest. She was also worried for their mutual friend, but assured Ominis that MC knew how to handle herself.
Sebastian had been avoiding MC AND had been abiding by Ominis’ rule that he didn’t want to be friends anymore, but at least he had been around. Ominis had heard him in the common room, dining hall, speaking to some of their other roommates. He sounded different, his voice softer, deeper, like everything he said was under his breath. But at least he was there.
Three months into the term - and after a full week of MC missing classes- Ominis finally works himself up by speaking to Sebastian about it, grabbing his arm as they leave the charms classroom and corralling him in the hallway after class.
“Have you seen her?” Ominis asks.
Sebastian blinks a few times at his former best friend- shock painting his features. “Seen who?”
“MC you prick.”
Sebastian's tone lowers, sadness coating his throat. “Ominis I haven’t spoken to her- she hasn’t looked at me in months.”
“You haven’t looked at her either.” Ominous argues.
“You don’t know that- you’re blind.”
“Thank you for reminding me, prat. I know I’m blind. But I’m not stupid I know how you are.” Ominis scoffs. He wasn’t wrong, Sebastian avoided the girl he cared so much for like the plague. She’d already done him the kindness of not turning him in to waste his life away in Azkaban, he wasn’t going to make her life any harder than that.
“Something’s wrong. She’s not talking to me, or Poppy. Or anyone. Leander said it’s like she can’t even hear him in Divination.”
“To be fair I would understand if she was avoiding that git too.”
“Sebastian be serious, she’s coming back hurt.”
Sebastian knew that she’d come back from the forest in the middle of the night with cuts and bruises. Knew that she show’d up to class with dark circles under her eyes. Her hair and skin looked dull, her clothes were always wrinkled. Sebastian also knew that it was his fault that she looked like that- felt like that. He carried the guilt with him every day.
“And what am I supposed to do about it? Show up and remind her why she feels like that? I’d make it worse, Ominis.”
“What if it’s not about you- bloody narcissist. What about her ancient magic- Or about Fig’s death. What if it’s her family?”
“Her parents are- muggles? Right?” Sebastian blushes, muggles were never too upsetting. He actually didn’t know much about her family, another reason to feel guilty. She knew every part of his family's issues and he didn’t even know the name of her parents- or if they were wizards.
“Do you know where her ancient magic comes from?” Sebastian says, taking Ominis’s elbow to lead him out of the hallway crowded with students. “No- you always knew more about that than me.”
Sebastian blushed. He only ever cared to know what could help Anne. He can’t remember asking her about how she came about it.
The hunt of MC actually brought Sebastian and Ominis closer than either one of them thought was possible. They went back to their dormitories and started writing down everything they new about MC- which was frighteningly little. Sebastian wasn’t the only one feeling ashamed about how little time he took to get to know someone who’s saved his life.
They head out that night, after talking to Natty again about what she knew about MC’s trips to the forest, she didn’t know exactly where she was going, but it was always north of the castle, but west of Hogsmeade.
They spend three nights, back to back combing the forest for their friend, but it’s impossible and the deeper they went the more dangerous it all felt.
Eventually- after they spent over a week looking for her she just showed back up in the middle of dinner, walked in, grabbed a few rolls off the end of the table and turned right back out the door. Sebastian tells Ominis quickly where he’s going and follows her out the door.
Last week he might have been more timid, he might have worried about speaking to her. But now, she thinks she can disappear off of the face of the earth for two weeks and just waltz back in like nothing ever happened? Who does she think she is?
He rounds a corner and finds they’re alone in the hallway. “HEY!” Sebastian yells and she turns around. Immediately her face hardens. “OH! I’m worth speaking to!”
Sebastian just ignores her. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Dinner you arse.”
“No! What do you think you’re doing just bloody disappearing like that! You had us worried SICK!” Sebastian yells, throwing his arms up in the air.
“Excuse me?” MC asks, livid. “I’m sorry since when the fuck do you care about me at all. I’m useless to you now, Sallow. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Do you think THAT’S what this is?” Sebastian asks, walking closer to her, the black eye and cut on her nose coming into view. “What else?” She scoffs, taking a bite of her bread. “What can I help you with?”
“You can tell me what the hell you’ve been up to.”
“Why do you care all of a sudden?” She scoffs and Sebastian just explodes, Ominis walks into the hallway as Sebastian unleashes on their friend.
“I’ve always bloody cared! I’m sorry if I didn’t always show you the way I should, but for fucks sake you can’t be so daft you think I don’t care at all.”
Tears well in MC’s eyes, but she’s just as furious as Sebastian is. “I know you don’t care. You haven’t spoken to me once this term. I’m nothing to you now- nothing to the both of you.”
“That is not true.” Ominis mumbles.
“Oh yeah? Then where were you, Gaunt? All summer I couldn’t WAIT to get back here- to talk to someone who GOT it, who understands what we went through and I’m- I was left with NOTHING. NO ONE!” She yells, throwing her dinner rolls, one at Sebastian and one at Ominis.
It’s dead silent for a moment.
Sebastian breathes, “You’re right.”
“What?”
“We- I avoided you. Ignored you. Didn’t look after you like I should. Like you looked after me. And I’m so sorry- I thought you’d want nothing to do with me? How could you after-”
“Don’t make this about you. I c-I can’t handle that right now.”
“You’re right.” He says, walking closer to MC with his palms open, facing her. “I’m just sorry, and I want to start the year over and I want to start everything over. Ask you all the questions I should have. I was too caught up in my shit to be a good friend, but I can be a good friend now. Right Ominis? We can be good friends now?”
“I have always-”
“Ominis” Sebastian bites. Ominis couldn’t see just how badly MC was shaking, but Sebastian knew she was on the edge.
“I can be a better friend.” Ominis promises.
Slowly Sebastian wraps his arms around MC in a hug, bringing her tightly into his chest. He gives her the lightest kiss on the top of her head and tucks her under his chin.
“You’re both so up your own arse.” She mumbles into Sebastian’s chest, squeezing him tightly. Ominis comes up and wraps his arms around the both of us. “You’re half right.”
#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#Sebastian sallow x you#drabble#ask
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Upstairs
Barbie dolls: Blaise Zabbini x reader
Warnings: I tried to keep it gn but like it's kinda difficult to do that with smut, jealousy, Blaise is in love?, he fingers you, he cums in his pants btw, poor grammar, I think that's it
Summary: fwb kinda Blaise gets pulled upstairs by you bc you need him and he's more than happy to ditch a party for you
When Blaise first heard about a party being thrown, by your house nonetheless, he thought of you immediately. Would you be going? Are you going with your friends? What did you plan on wearing? Were you spending the whole time there? Did you plan to stop by halfway through? All things considered his mind was always plagued with you so it wasn't that out of the ordinary. Blaise asked Pansy if you were going and she told him to 'man up' and ask you himself. Which he did not. Blaise decided he would find out the night of.
He did find out the night of, you weren't coming. Blaise should've suspected. You didn't go to very many parties, even the ones a few sets of stairs away from your dorm. Too many people, too loud, too much B.O. If you did go to one Blaise noticed halfway through you'd disappear from his side and follow Pansy off to God knows where. Forty minutes or even an hour you'd come back, bee line for him, tell him you're turning in for the night and he'd walk you back to your common room. You'd always tell Blaise what shenanigans you and Pansy got up to. It was never something he'd classify as trouble making but you both had a very different definition of the word anyway. Blaise was bummed when he noticed your absence but he wasn't surprised.
Blaise stuck to Theo and Mattheo. Lorenzo had a date so he left the children in Blaise’s hands. Theo left to the dance floor with some Ravenclaw, but Mattheo stayed with Blaise. They talked next to the banister of stairs leading to the dormitories. Blaise kept an eye on Theo and Pansy.
Theo, Blaise knew would probably just head back to his dorm, Ravenclaw in tow. Pansy however had a tendency to climb on top of things, forgetting her outfit and often her state of intoxication.
Often when you did come to parties you and Blaise were on babysitting duty. You'd keep your eye on Pansy and Mattheo. Blaise had Draco and Theo. Lorenzo barely ever came.
Draco just rolled his eyes at everything everyone did and showed them the proper way. He was a snob for almost everything under the sun, wine, cheese, how to pour a beer, how to roll a blunt Theo taught him, how to properly tie a tie, proper dinner etiquette. The amount of times Blaise had heard "no elbows on the table." has made him question if the consequences were worth stabbing Draco in the eye.
Mattheo mostly kept to himself. Although if he had enough he'd take over whoever was Dj-ing, or he'd start making new drinks that had odd side effects. One night Mattheo made the whole Gryffindor house, even people who didn't come to the party, grow horns and fangs. Mattheo says he doesn't remember how he did it. Blaise doesn't believe him.
Blaise missed you, for more than a million reasons. Parties were boring without something pretty to look at, he had to babysit all of his friends alone, you were quite comforting in social situations, he could use you as a buffer when people wanted to talk to him, and Merlin you were hot.
While Blaise was having his crisis downstairs you were in your own predicament upstairs. You were gnawing at the walls kind of horny. It's all you could think of, it was tiring. You were frustrated. You've tried everything and while one or two orgasms lessened your frustration you were still pissed. You considered every option. You could feel the loud music through your floor and you knew Blaise was downstairs. This wasn’t new territory for you two. You started an odd friends with benefits expect you never clarified what you actually are situation a while ago.
It was raining outside, everyone had gone to sleep except for you and Blaise. You had started the night on opposite ends of the couch, by the time Mattheo dragged Lorenzo up the stairs you were pressed against each other. After a long moment of just staring at each other, you broke the dam. You kissed Blaise, barely a second long before you pulled away. He grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you back in. You prayed all the fish were blind that night because you were both too lazy to move to his dorm. Besides you all had roommates so the possibility of an audience would probably be lower in the common room.
Still it made you anxious to actually ask Blaise to join you in your dorm. You knew Blaise defiantly gave other people the same kind of night he’s given you. A pit of jealousy always crawled in your stomach, up your throat, and made you never speak or breathe again. But Blaise made it all worth it. He was probably enjoying himself fat the party. It’s Blaise. Well, maybe he was tolerating the party. You needed him in your bed, you needed him period. So you rounded down the stairs to the common room, still in your pajamas. The closer you got the louder the music and people became. First, you recognized the hand grabbing the bottom of the banister. Then, you heard his voice, talking Mattheo out of trouble. You slowed as you reached him. Blaise glanced up, he sighed when he saw you. Blaise noticed your outfit and gave you a confused look. Mattheo poked his head around, seeing Blaise's reaction. Mattheo rolled his eyes and leaned back. You settled a few steps above the floor, grabbing onto Blaise's hand.
"thought you weren't coming, but looking at your clothes you don't seem to be staying very long." You nodded. You leaned over the banister, getting into Blaise's face. He held his breath, staring blankly at you. You kissed the corner of his mouth before pressing your lips to his temple.
"come upstairs with me?" You wanted it as a statement, but it fell like a question. Blaise gave you a soft smile. He shoved his cup into Mattheo's hands and sprinted up to your step. Mattheo yelled something about a condom, to which Blaise flicked his wand at him. Blaise's drink spilled over Mattheo's head. Mattheo huffed. You pulled Blaise up the stairs by his hand. When you reached your dorm, Blaise pulled you closer to him. He interlocked his fingers behind your back, his arms around your waist. You rested your arms over his shoulders.
“Scale 1 to 10, how intoxicated are you?” You mumbled. You knew you sounded kinda geeky, but you knew better than to sleep with someone drunk. You had morals. Blaise hummed and kissed your cheek.
“Negative five.” You rolled your eyes. Blaise rubbed your back, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt. He explained how he had only arrived a few minutes before you came bounding down the stairs. You squished your lips to the side. Blaise hummed in question. You nodded.
“I suppose we could continue.”
“Oh you suppose, do you?” Blaise gave you a mocking smile. You hummed and pulled him into a kiss. He tightened his arms around you. You nipped at his bottom lip. Blaise opened his mouth for you, letting you slip your tongue to meet his. You dropped your hands to his collar. You made fast work of unbuttoning Blaise's shirt, throwing it somewhere in your room. You walked him back. His legs hit your bed. You pushed Blaise down before straddling him. He ran his hands up the back of your thighs moving to the small of your back. As you tilted his head back, giving yourself a better angle, Blaise dragged his hands down your back, slipping past the band of your pajama pants. He gripped your ass. Your stomach twisted as you thought of all the times he’d done that to someone else. All the times Blaise had someone else’s tongue in his mouth. How many people he’d seen wrapped in his sheets. How many people he felt naked and pressed against him. You pulled back away from him. Blaise seemed to sense the change in the air, pulling his hands back to safety on your hips.
“You okay?” You sucked in a breath and sat back. You stared down at your hands slowly slipping away from his chest. Blaise gently pulled both your hands into his. He whispered your name. You stared into his eyes.
“Am I your favorite?” Blaise titled his head to the side. You still felt sick thinking other people pushing their hands past the band of his boxers.
“Favorite what?” You rolled your eyes at him. Lorenzo could play off the oblivious act but not Blaise. He said far too many filthy things in your ear for you to believe him. You gave him a knowing look. Blaise opened his mouth in realization.
“Ah.” You nodded. You pressed your lips together, feeling you already knew the answer. You weren’t entirely sure you could handle him actually saying it out loud. You already missed the feeling of his hands down your pants. You could feel the rejection boiling in your stomach. Blaise pressed his hand under your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Blaise gently pecked your cheek.
“Of course, baby.” You shook your head. He tutted. You glared at him.
“Stop looking at me like that. All pouty.” You glared at him more. Blaise rolled his eyes.
“You make my breath stop. Everyone knows how i feel about you. I don’t even look at other people like that anymore. It’s just you on my mind, darling.” Blaise pressed his hand to the back of your neck. You pulled him back into the kiss, this time with more fervor. Blaise understood you excepted that answer and wanted to pick up where you left off. He tugged at the hem of your shirt. You quickly pulled it off and flung it in the same direction you did for his shirt.
Blaise dropped his head to your chest. He pressed his lips to your collarbone, pulling the skin into his mouth. You moaned and traced your fingertips over his head. Blaise dragged his teeth over the new mark. You exhaled and gripped his shoulders tighter. You dropped your hands to his pants, tugging at the band. Blaise shook his head.
"No baby, clearly you're questioning my love for you. Gotta prove it to you, hm?" Blaise pushed you back against your sheets. He pulled your pants and underwear down, dropping them over the edge of your bed. Blaise gently blew between your thighs. You groaned. Blaise smiled at you before lowering his head. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue. Blaise nipped at the inside of your thighs before kissing your happy trail.
Blaise dragged his hand down your side. Blaise very gently pushed two of his fingers into your hole. You groaned and lulled your head to the side. He moved his fingers making you moan more. Blaise kept his pace as he moved up and connected your lips. You cupped his cheeks as he met your tongue with his. Blaise grinded down against your sheets as he swallowed your moans.
His underwear was just rough enough for him to know he'll be finishing without your touch tonight. Blaise quickened his pace with his fingers making your chest heave and your fingers dig into his shoulders. You felt your stomach tighten as you arched your back. Blaise moved his mouth to your neck as he kept his pace with both his hips against your sheets and his fingers moving in you.
You moaned loudly cumming around his fingers. Blaise pressed his face against your bare chest as he came in his boxers completely untouched. Your breath returned to normal as Blaise slowly moved his hands away from between your legs. Blaise wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face further into your chest. You massaged his scalp as he came down from his own high.
Blaise peppered kisses against your stomach as he sat up. He told you he'd be back in a moment. You heard your bath running in your bathroom. Blaise came back to you, pushing your hair away from your face as he pulled you into your bathroom. Blaise joined you in the bath. He took his time to run through your entire routine. He washed your body, face, hair, and massaged your body once you made it back to your bed. By the time your roommates came back from the party your curtains were drawn and you were asleep in his arms.
#blaise zabini x reader#blaise zabini#blaise zabini x you#slytherin boys x you#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys#slytherin
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UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
Pairings: George weasley x Fem!reader
Summary: George confesses his love for you under the moon
Warnings: none
Note: this is a shorty
George smiled as he watched you looking up at the night sky, admiring the bright circle in the sky that orbits the earth.
he had brought you to the black lake straight after dinner, saying he need to tell you something.
being his best friend, you didn't expect anything out of the ordinary, in your mind, you knew what he was going to say
you believe that he was going to tell you he's leaving the school, to start the shop.
you thought this because last night, while looking for George, you stumbled upon his talking to Fred about it
"we finally have the money for it, I say we leave before our O.W.Ls and start it up so we'll be done by the time the new school year starts" Fred suggested
"Fred, that's the best plan I've ever heard" George replied
you weren't upset at him for leaving, it was to start his dream and you would support him no matter what, would you miss him? hell yeah, but you'd rather him be happy.
George stared at you while you gazed up at the stars that littered the dark sky.
you were perfect in his eyes, nothing could compare to you, so when you asked him if he found the moon beautiful, he was had to point out there were better things.
"yeah- I mean, it's gorgeous, but, I find a lot of other things more beautiful than just a shiny star" he replied, making you look down and at him with a small smile
"first, it's not just a shiny star" you mimicked his voice, repeating his words "and what things are you talking about, fireworks?" you guessed
"well, FIreworks are pretty, I wouldn't say that that's what I was talking about but sure" George shrugged
"well then what?" you tilted your head
you George thought to himself
it was an understatement to say he was infatuated with you. he would kiss the ground you walk on if he wasn't worried about catching a sickness, not knowing what has crawled on the floor.
he would do anything if you asked him, anything- if it didn't result in him never seeing you again. George thought it was a blessing to see you with his own eyes.
"stuff" George responded shortly
"what stuff" you rolled your eyes
"doesn't matter" he chuckled
"merlin, you're annoying" he heard you mumble jokingly
he nudged you and looked up at the moon
it fell silent as you both watched the sky.
you gasped as you pointed up
"George, look! A shooting star, make a wish, Quick!" you giggled as you closed your eyes, you lips moving slightly
George watched the shooting star and closed his eyes
please don't reject me, Y/n George wished
he opened his eyes and looked down at you, your eyes still closed, looking calm and relaxed
the moonlight making you look like something out of a dream
George couldn't help but be mesmerized by you as he reached for you hand
"Y/n?" he whispered as you let him take your hand
you hummed as your eyes fluttered open
you looked up at him and smiled softly
"yes, Georgie?"
George felt himself become hot at the nickname, it wasn't like he's never been called that before, but something about the way you said it seemed so...intimate, as if you were waiting for him to say what he wanted so desperately to admit to you
"if i tell you, promise it won't ruin our friendship" he sighed nervously
"George, I know you're planning on leaving early, and it won't, I'll send you letters and I'll be sure to pop by every now and then, don't worry" you assured him
George's face fell for a moment as he blinked
"that's not- how do you know that I'm leaving?" he questioned, utterly confused
"I heard you and Fred talking the other night, I'm really happy for you, George, both of you" you beamed
of course you fancied him, how could you not? he was perfect in every way, he was everything you were looking for in a guy and more
"thanks, that's not what I brought you here for though" George took a deep breath
"then what?" you tilted your head
"Y/n, I love you, I just wanted you to know before Fred and I go. but I love you" he confessed
you sat next to him in surprise, you looked down at his hand on yours and felt your cheeks warm up
you looked back up after a moment and flipped your hand underneath his over, interlocking fingers as you gazed into his warm brown eyes that you could drown in
"I love you too, George"
George let go of a deep breath he didn't know he was holding and grinned from ear to ear.
"after you finish school, maybe we could go out, on a date?" he asked
you leaned in and pecked his cheek
"I'd like that" you nodded
George reached his hand up and cupped your cheek, feeling the way you leaned into his palm
he squeezed your hand that he held on his lap and leaned in, placing his lips on yours softly.
you leaned into him as he kissed you under the moonlight, showing you just how much he loves you.
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#george weasley x fem#george wealsey x reader#george weasley imagine#oliver phelps#hp universe#hogwarts#fluff#oneshot#imagines#x fem!reader#george weasley#fred and george
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DOLLY | SIRIUS BLACK
summary : you cannot stand one another... can you?
warnings : smut, ‘enemies’ to lovers, mentions of anxiety and Walburga, mutual pinning (kinda, more on siri’s part though), teasing, fingering, creampie, oral (fem receiving), kinda mean siri at some point, tears. pls lmk if i missed any! :)
a/n : it is my first time writing a full fic in like months so pls like it <3 aldhsk
At this point, the whole table is watching you bickering with Sirius. You have started an argument because your soup was cold, and he jokingly said that he could heat it up for you... between his buns.
“Hey, I was just saying!” Sirius defends himself, his hands making a barrier between his face and the food you are currently throwing at him.
“Merlin! I cannot even tell you the pity I take on your future partner, the one that will. have to. share a bloody. bed. with you!” you groan, throwing small pieces of toast at him between every word.
Across from you, sitting beside James and Peter, because obviously he wouldn’t want to be the one getting thrown food at, Remus is resting his chin on his palm, sighing heavily.
James, being the dummy he usually is, leans closer to Remus, side-eyeing you and Sirius. “Why does she like talking badly about herself?”
Your eyes widen slightly and Sirius chuckles at his friend’s remark. You nudge his leg from under the table. “Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Because let me tell you, Black. If my destiny is so unfortunate that I’ll end up marrying you, make sure your life will be pure hell- Worse than your own mother.”
Despite your harsh tone, the corners of your lips threaten to tilt upwards, but Sirius rolls his eyes with a small smile, the situation playing in his mind like an entire romance movie. “I don’t mind” he mumbles more to himself, but you manage to hear him. And even so, you decide to stay quiet, a smile pulling at your lips once again.
James and Remus both share a look, even Peter, who is usually oblivious to everything.
***
“How did he get an O and I got an E!” you whine desperately, tugging at Remus’ sleeve in an attempt to gain his attention, but he only rolls his eyes, ignoring you and the smirking Sirius on the other side of him. “He didn’t even study!”
“I’m naturally smart, Y/n/n” he answers cheekily, sticking his tongue out when you do.
James decides he’s had enough, and soon after, his eyes lit up — an idea. “Hey Y/n/n. You should probably let Pads tutor you. Since, uh, you know, he is better than you in Herbology.”
At his words, your eyes widen and you turn to glare at James, his hands up in defence. “He is not better... But fine! I’ll let him tutor me just so you can see that I’m right, and it won’t change my grade at all.”
***
Later on in the day, you find yourself sat across from Sirius in the common room, in a more private corner. On the table, he has several Herbology books that he’s gathered from the library before said exam.
He seems really passionate about what he’s talking about, teaching you about plants and how gentle you have to be with them, no matter how unusual and aggressive some of them are.
“The flutterby bush, for example. You have to care for it every single day, otherwise it will die. And also, its leaves are very fragile so you might want to be extra careful with it...” he explains, pointing at the aforementioned plant in one of the books before you. “I would’ve gotten one to show you better, but it cannot ever be moved from its initial spot. Otherwise it can become very violent.”
You hum, watching him as your chin rests on the palm of your hand, your eyes glinting unusually. “You know a lot about plants” you say rather dreamily. You’ve never known that Sirius Black would have a hobby, something he actually cared for and knew lots about. But now that it is happening, it feels strange, a warm feeling going through your body.
Sirius chuckles, and you swear you can see blush creep into his cheeks. “Yeah I- I like plants.. Believe it or not, I lied when I said that I didn’t study for the exam.”
Your eyes widen mockingly, and Sirius nudges your leg when you say, “I would’ve never known! Why would you lie about that!”
Your small, cosy corner turns into your safe place in a matter of seconds. The way you can joke, so relaxed, with Sirius. You’ve judged him wrong. Maybe you seeing him as your inferior was not the best way to treat someone you have never even tried to actually get to know.
After a moment or two of Sirius staring at you adoringly, too lost in your smile and blushy cheeks, he speaks up “Um, I- I suppose that is all you need to know.”
He says, and you think he is about to leave, but he doesn’t. He keeps staring at you, picking at his nails as he looks into your eyes.
“Uh- yeah” you say, dipping your chin in a small nod, still reluctant to leave, so you decide not to be the one who leaves first. You sort of hope that he doesn’t, either.
Your heart grows warm when he actually does not get up to leave, but instead, he moves closer to you, sitting next to you. “I’ve got to admit something” he says urgently, and you hum, causing him to continue. “I’ve had a butterbeer or two before coming here. You may think ‘Ew, Sirius, that’s so gross’” he imitates your voice at the last part, in a high-pitched tone, and you laugh loudly, receiving a wide grin from Sirius. He knows that normally, you would’ve scolded him for making fun of you. “I actually did it because...- We never spend time alone and I figured that this would be the only decent moment to confess this.”
You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gulps, licking his now abnormally dry lips, mainly from the anxiety. “Siri?” you ask softly, your hand on his knee, rubbing it lovingly.
“Y-Yeah?” his cheeks turn a bright pink. You’ve never called him that before, not even Sirius, to be honest. Usually, you’d much rather call him ‘idiot’ or ‘dimwit’, but now, something makes you open your heart to him. Maybe this version of him isn’t as bad as the one you’ve imagined and dealt with.
“Oh! Sorry...” he mumbles, placing his hand over yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I um- You- I’m attracted to you, Y/n/n. I’ve no idea if that is due to your stupid jokes or the way you always have to be right about everything but- I like you” his brows furrow as if saying these things out loud make him realise, for the first time ever, how helplessly weak in the knees he is for you.
When Sirius’ eyes find yours, he finds a very much shocked Y/n, eyes wide and mouth agape. That’s it, the end of your ‘friendship’, you’ll probably never want to speak to him again—
“Y/n-” “Shut up” you say rather sternly, your hands cupping his hands and smashing your lips into his. You hear Sirius sigh contently mid-kiss, his lips pressing back into yours.
His hands find your waist and yours find his hair, both desperately groping each other, the common room growing hot all of a sudden.
“Wait-” you say breathlessly as you pull away, licking your lips as you attemt to catch your breath. His eyebrows furrow and you give him a small smile, “What if any of the prefects come in here? They can find us and we’ll be in big trouble.”
Sirius’ face softens and a soft smile graces his swollen lips, his grey eyes gazing into yours intensely. “S’that what you’re worried about, sweetness?” your face flushes at the nickname, and Sirius groans when he feels you press your burning face against his neck, hiding from him. “I would do a year’s worth of detention just for five minutes of eating you out.”
“S-Siri-” you stutter when his hands move to pull your underwear to the side, his usually cold fingers rubbing into your sopping folds. “Please” you cry quietly, holding onto his shoulders.
He hums, his fingers finding your entrance and slowly pushing them inside of you, and they slip easily due to your wetness. “I’ve made you a mess, baby?” he teases, but you nod nonetheless, head on his shoulder as you watch his hands work on your cunt, with teary eyes.
“Messy,” your bottom lip wobbles, hating being messy when you feel so vulnerable.
“Yeah, baby” he pumps his fingers forcefully, causing you to jolt from time to time, your cunt way too sensitive from his slow but hard thrusts. “Your cunt’s so messy, my love. All swollen, with your juices dripping onto my trousers.”
One of his fingers inches up to rub at your clit, your hole clenching around his fingers as he does so. “I-It’s so good, Siri” you whimper into his neck, leaving little wet kisses all over his scented skin. “I- Gonna cum soon..” your breathing gets heavier with every pump of his fingers, tears rolling down your cheeks like waterfalls as you try to hold back from cumming yet.
Sirius smirks against your cheek, solely focusing on making you cum before he does, even though you’ve not touched him yet. “Gotta hurry up, yeah? Cum f’me so I can cum for you, puppy. You wanna get my cum?” he taunts, desperate himself, and you nod desperately, panting and writhing on top of him as he keeps your legs secured around his waist.
“C-Cum... Cum now, Siri..” you tell him alarmedly, barely even breathing as you clench around his fingers, moving up and down on them, at the same time as his thrusts, helping you ride out your orgasm.
“Siri!” you yelp as you finally come down from your high, but Sirius keeps thrusting into you, reluctantly pulling his fingers out only to wrap his lips around them, moaning at your taste. “That’s yucky! You can’t-”
“I can’t?” he challenges, an eyebrow raised in question. You gulp slightly, chewing on your bottom lip, “I- Yes you can I’m so sorry-”
He chuckles and you stop talking, looking at him with wide eyes, “S’alright, dovie. I was just teasing.”
Your face softens and you lean back into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his torso as his holds your waist. You hesitate to ask him something you’ve been dying to, but the words leave your mouth before your mind can process it, “Can you please fuck me now?”
Your question is so obscene but you say it so innocently, that it makes his pants tighten around his cock, his pants forming a barrier between his painfully hard cock and your cunt.
“Yeah? You still want that?” he tries to tease you but you can hear the excitement bubbling in his stomach, and his wide grin that gives it away.
“Mhm. Yes, Siri, please. Please give me your cock” you beg pathetically, finally pulling away from him so he is able to see your puppy eyes and pouty lips.
You shudder as Sirius moves violently, trying and pulling on his zipper, one of his hands still holding your thigh so you can’t fall from his lap. “Fucking hell” he murmurs when he finally pushes it all the way down, his cock springing free, touching up to your belly.
“S’so pretty.. your cock” you murmur dreamily and your pointer finger traces the tip gently, leaving him to shudder after every little touch.
“You just have to- put it inside now” his voice is strained, his cock red as your fingers dance across it gently, the little touches making goosebumps arise.
You hum, your hole clenching around positively nothing as you move up on your knees, the tip of Sirius’ cock brushing against your clit. “Oh-” you whimper at the delicious friction, Sirius trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting up into you at once.
“Put it in, or are you that dumb you can’t even do that?” his words are harsh and they bring tears to your eyes, your chin wobbling as you lower yourself down onto his cock, it stretching you out and leaving you gasping as your heart pounds against your ribcage.
Sirius’ mouth falls open as loud moans escape from it, his painted nails digging into your hips as he grounds you, keeping his cock as deep inside of you as it can get. “Fuck, puppy” he moans loudly as he keeps you pressed against his balls, thrusting hard into you, only trying to get much deeper than he already is.
“Siri,” you whine helplessly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he is giving you as your hands grip his biceps.
His balls slap against your hole continuously and you cannot help but clench around him ever since you’ve lowered yourself on his cock. It feels like such a bliss, that you cannot say much, your moans and whines and whimpers being the only sounds you can make.
Sirius refuses to pull out just a bit before he can push in again, and instead, he keeps forcing himself inside of you, your walls fluttering against his rock-hard cock.
His cold fingertips are on your breasts, kneading softly, as he gazes lovingly up at you, his low moans mixing with your desperate gasps, and he feels like he can stay like this forever.
“I like this” you whimper when you feel his hands pulling on your sensitive buds, and squeezing them between his skilled fingers. Sirius’ smirk grows wider, and he feels himself nearing his own end when your hand reaches behind you, softly cradling his balls, soft fingertips grazing his sensitive area.
He can hear your breathing picking up, and his does as well.
“Will you come for me, dolly?” he asks and you nod, eyes teary as he hits just the right spot. “Hey, hey. That’s alright, sweetness. You can cum, I’ve got you.”
Then, with a promise and a few sweet words from the one and only, you tighten around Sirius’ shaft as he keeps thrusting into you at a mind-blowing pace. Sirius pulls you down against his chest rather roughly, his hands wrapping tightly around your back. He reconnects his lips with yours, and he hungrily devours the obscene yet most angelic sounds you’re making.
Before he can feel you relax against him, Sirius spills his cum into you with a loud moan, throwing his head back as your lips find his neck, kissing and sucking and licking every little part of the exposed skin. He keeps thrusting into you a few more times after that, his legs weak, so you decide to help him out and bounce on his cock yourself, feeling another orgasm build up already.
Sirius chuckles breathlessly as he looks back up at you, a wide smile gracing his lips. “Such a good girl, baby. Keep doing that, come on.”
You beam at the praise, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Sirius’ cheek, that positively warms his heart.
***
“Are you leaving me?” you ask anxiously as your head snaps up from the pillow, your head turning towards Sirius who is standing, a soft smile on his face.
“No- No, sweetheart. I brought you my shirt... I would’ve brought clothes from your dorm but- You wouldn’t have seemed too fond of that either” he chuckles as he reveals your naked form from underneath the covers, helping you put it on before he sets you back on the bed, covering you once again.
After dressing himself as well, Sirius gets down under the covers with you, his chest pressing against your back as his arm wraps around your body from behind.
“Get some rest, honey.”
“But I just wanna talk about this—”
“And we will, yeah? Tomorrow” he assures with a kiss to your shoulder, nosing at your skin. “We’ll have a nice — maybe romantic — date by the lake, just the two of us. And then we can talk how much you want us to.”
Your heart starts beating rapidly when he mentions the word ‘date’. The Sirius Black wants to take you out on a date.
As if reading your thoughts, but really feeling your heartbeat against his hand, Sirius smirks against your shoulder. “Goodnight, doll.”
#nsfw.jd#sirius black smut#sirius black fluff#sirius black x y/n#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black imagine#harry potter smut#harry potter x reader#marauders smut#marauders x reader
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Ok so finally here's my opinion about the Jim/Troll!Jim situation
I'm gonna try to be fast so maybe i will left a few details
First of all what i think about him becoming a Troll?
I think it was a great twist, not many shows are brave enough to make a whole almost permanent change in the MCs like TH did, Amphibia, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Avatar, etc. I can't think of many shows where at the end the mc is forced to sacrifice his humanity and his normal life in order to gain a bigger power enough to save the people he loves (not to mention the bathtub scene is actually a MASTERPIECE of scene) hell even 3Below and Wizards didn't do this
Could have been executed better? Mmm maybe if Jimhunters was actually a Part 1/2 episode and Angor Reborn was adapted so we could have more screentime to Tol boi and his development
Do i think what Merlin did was right? I'm gonna be kinda gray but he was and at the same time not right, he destroyed Jim's life since the moment the amulet was held into his hands or should i say the peak of the iceberg (cause everything went downhill since Angor's debut) but at the same time he got a point, Jim's humanity was his biggest help it was his heart what tied into all the people he helped and who helped him, but that wasn't enough, his humanity started being his weakness by the end of Season 2 if Jim battled a whole Gumm-Gumm army + Gunmar + Angor + Morgana yeah he definetly couldn't have make it, Angor only died cause he sacrificed himself, Morgana was throw into another dimension and not exactly killed and Gumm-Gumms were gone along with Gunmar, but almost all of that was possible thanks to Jim's sacrifice, damn even one of the comics shows and alternate timeline where Jim dies in the eternal night
And i think that was an unavoidable situation, Merlin practically manipulated Jim to make 1 choice not 2, the Deep showed a Non-human Jim (not exactly TrollJim but maybe a glimpse of him) and there's also the amount of foreshadowing around it, and i don't think the line "Don't worry mom, you don't need to protect me, i think this is what i was meant to do" in the transformation scene was a random choice of words hell even Hunter Jim warned him.
Do i think Guillermo didn't have enough balls to let him be a troll for the whole franchise? Mmmm no, if Guillermo really didn't have balls to do it he wouldn't even turned Jim into a troll to begin with besides where talking about the same madman who make Wizards a whole kill count of 10 episodes
Now for the point i wanna talk here is
what do i think about Jim turning back to human?
Let's do one thing first, separate Human Jim from Troll Jim as if they were different characters
Human Jim was the original Jim a happy boy who was happy to help his mama, hang with his friends and tried his beat into saving humankind and trollkind while trying not to skip school days
TrollJim was the most depressed and conflicted state Jim was in his life, he couldn't go in the sunlight, couldn't eat human food, was separated from his friends only having Claire and Blink, was almost killed by the Green Knight, locked in a crystal by Merlin, the shard was aiming for his heart, he got to fight another war while being phisically at his most painful state and then he knew that no matter what he tries the Onyx will eventually kill him which leads me to believe that maybe Jim turning into a full Troll to fight Arthur was an attemp to do a "Suicide by Cop"
Human Jim was the warrior he became a new "light" for all the earth, Troll Jim was the warrior Merlin wanted him to be he "eclipsed" himself
TrollJim's main reason to exist was to kill Gunmar, Angor and Morgana and save everyone from the Eternal Night, notice how after killing Gunmar and after Angor's death TrollJim was slowly "dying" when he meet Arthur.
Then he turns himself into Beast Jim turning into a pseudo Gumm-Gumm, Jim was at his most feral, confused and most uncontrolable state, even his soul ended up corrupted, the happy Jim and tragically heroic TrollJim that we knew died in that moment all what's left was "that beast"
And what happens after Morgana (the last reminisence of the eternal night, the reason why TrollJim was born) dies not so after Jim also dies, notice what i'm trying to say? Born to defeat Gunmar, Angor and Morgana? And just after Morgana's death he finally dies too? I'm not trying to say that Jim needed Morgana to die to be human again what i'm trying to say is that with M finally dead he's free from the Eternal Night, Human Jim came back and is now with his friends a second chance his "resurrection".
After all that suffering, being born to fight a war and being turned into a monster TrollJim can finally rest in peace and leave the rest to Human Jim
I see this whole thing as a rebirth of Jim and as a way to let TrollJim rest cause he could finally ended his purpose (even if he wasn't exactly the one who killed Morgana)
For an example to this i have Ken Kaneki and Haise Sasaki, the same being but not the same person, Haise was just a happy dream of Ken and once he finally accepted that, he "died" and let Kaneki regain his body, the difference is that the Ken and Haise thing was literal while the Jim and TrollJim thing is more of my POV (now you get why i used Haise and Kaneki as a reference for the fan art)
But anyways that's just my opinion, but everyone can have their own interpretations
So in short: Jim regaining his humanity was like a second chance of living while TrollJim dying was a way to set him free
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Name: pick me
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 1659
Content/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Fluff
Prompt: Sirius gets worked up when he finds out that his best friend has never had a proper snog.
Author's Note: Requests still open! I'm just sorta writing whatever pops into my brain right now. Figured I should write about someone other than Lucius for once.
“What do you mean you’ve never snogged someone? You’ve had like…” Sirius trailed off for a moment, quietly whispering names as he counted on his fingers, “three and a half relationships! You have to have snogged at least one of them.”
“A half?” You challenged, shifting away from him so that you could face him more directly on the couch.
“Nott doesn’t count.”
“Just because you didn’t like him doesn’t mean he doesn’t count, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes. When you had agreed to play “Never Have I Ever” with your best friend, it was with the assumption that he basically knew everything about you already. You hadn’t expected for it to turn into this.
“I don’t like any of the gits you date. Nott doesn’t count because you only said yes to him to annoy me.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but remembered that he was completely correct, and that the Hogsmeade date with Nott had been terrible anyway.
“Fine, three and half.” You conceded, “but no snogging.”
Sirius ran a hand through his already messy brown hair, shaking his head in abject disbelief. His reaction might have been funny, if it weren’t mildly embarrassing.
“I don’t see why this is such a big deal.” You added with a groan. Sirius wasn’t having it.
“It just is.” He said, shaking his head, “It’s an important skill, you know, kissing.” You scoffed.
“I’ve kissed people, Sirius, you know that. I can kiss.” He did know, having been your very first kiss back in second year. It was his turn to scoff.
“That’s not the same, and you know it. Or… I guess you don’t. Merlin, what am I going to do with you? I’ve failed you as a best friend.” You raised your eyebrows at his melodrama. It was becoming apparent that the game was over and long forgotten in favor of this new tangent.
“You’re such a drama queen, Sirius. It’s not your job to get someone to snog me.” You collapsed back into the plush couch, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your pointer finger and thumb. This was too much. The line between “best friend” and “crush” had always been fine with Sirius, and the fixation on your kissing history was quickly skewing towards the latter.
When you opened your eyes again, his dark brown eyes were laser-focused on your face. This could only mean trouble.
“Whatever you’re thinking, Sirius, the answer is no.” You said immediately. He was undeterred.
“Hear me out.” He insisted, reaching for your hand. You gave it to him reluctantly and he rewarded you with a soft smile.
“I’m not letting you set me up, Sirius. In case you don’t recall, all of your friends are my friends too.” The mental image of snogging James flashed in your head and you wrinkled your nose in disgust, forcing it away.
“What? No.” He huffed in annoyance. “Listen to me. I can show you what it’s like.”
You became suddenly aware of a high-pitched whine at the edge of your consciousness. The next few breaths you took were laborious as you fought to keep your heart rate measured and consistent. Sirius was still talking, but you had to fight to understand what he was saying.
“… not like we haven’t before. Besides, I’m an expert.” He flashed a cocky smirk at you and you didn’t know if you wanted to hit him or kiss him. Maybe both. Simultaneously.
“You don’t think that would be… weird?” You asked, chewing your bottom lip. “We’re best friends.”
Sirius rolled his eyes at you.
“Exactly, we’re best friends. You trusted me with your first kiss, right?” He asked. You swallowed thickly.
“Right.”
“So why is this any different?”
There were a million reasons it was different. You were twelve when that happened, for one, and kissing at twelve was very different than kissing at seventeen. And back then your crush was a small, simple, thing, not this pained longing that haunted you for hours after the two of you hung out alone. It was a terrible idea, kissing Sirius again, much less snogging him. Still, who better to show you the difference. You took a shaky breath, hoping that Sirius couldn’t see through your nerves.
“Okay.” You said finally, looking up at him.
“Okay?” He asked. It was his turn to sound breathless, and you hoped that he wasn’t bluffing. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, I mean… great! Just let me know if something is too much, okay?”
Oh. He meant now. Like, right now. You were going to implode. You nodded dumbly and Sirius flashed you a brilliant smile. This was it. This was how you would die. Your heart pounded in your chest as he shifted closer to you, no hesitation in his movements.
He reached out slowly, cupping your face with the hand that wasn’t locked with yours. You leaned into his touch instinctively, drawing a soft chuckle from him when your eyes slid shut.
You could feel him draw near, his breath fanning out across your face as he leaned in.
“May I?” he asked. You swallowed.
“Yes.”
He pressed his lips against yours, gently at first, and then with enough pressure to draw a soft gasp from you. It was slow, experimental, and you realized that he was going at your pace. When he didn’t immediately pull away with regret, you kissed him back.
That was all it took. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck and he pulled you into him, his mouth moving against yours with increased desperation. He tasted of the cinnamon candies he used to get rid of his cigarette breath around you and his mouth was so deliciously warm on yours that you didn’t think you could pull away from him if you wanted to. You didn’t want to.
You melted into him, parting your lips to let him slide his tongue against yours. A soft whimper escaped your lips and you blushed, embarrassed, but Sirius only growled and devoured you further. His kiss was searing, needy, all consuming, and you wanted to burn with him. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and you moaned, gripping his t-shirt tight with your free hand.
His eyes widened and he drew away, panting. You could have sobbed with the loss. Had he come to his senses? Realized that he didn’t want you that way?
“Hey, love, look at me.” He rasped, his fingers finding your chin to turn your face to him. “I got carried away, I’m sorry. Was that too much?”
You could have laughed if you didn’t want to cry. Too much. You didn’t know what that meant, with Sirius. There was nothing that you didn’t want of him. You weren’t sure how you could go back to a world where you weren’t allowed to kiss him, to taste him. You took a breath, realizing that you still needed to reply.
“No, no, Sirius, it was perfect.” The words came out as a whisper, your voice fading under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes searched your face for any hint of doubt, lingering perhaps too long on your swollen lips. His tongue darted out to wet his lip and you followed its motion with your eyes, biting your lip when he swallowed nervously.
“I don’t think I can let you do that with anyone else.” He said after a moment, “I might not get you back from them this time.”
You furrowed your brow in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
In lieu of an answer, he kissed you again, crushing you into his chest. He stole your breath and then released you, though his eyes said that he hadn’t wanted to stop.
“I’m fed up watching you go on bad dates with losers that don’t even know how to kiss you proper. Merlin knows, I’ve tried to be patient, but when are you going to pick me?”
“Pick you?” You asked, eyes wide with the shock of hearing your own feelings reflected in your best friend. “I didn’t think…”
“That I was mad for you? I thought you were letting me down easy, but you really had no clue, did you?” You shook your head, searching for clarity that didn’t come.
This was backwards. Sirius was the one who wasn’t interested in you. The one that went on countless dates. The one who… had stayed back from Hogsmeade any time you had a date, feigning illness. The one who abandoned a date because you skinned your knee or needed help carrying something back to the castle. The one who always brought you treats while you studied, and knew just how you took your tea in the morning.
Oh. Sirius laughed as he watched the realization dawn on your face.
“You didn’t!”
“Sirius, I’ve fancied you since second year. Everyone knows it. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Why didn’t you?”
You frowned. That was fair. The friendship the two of you shared was too important, too sacred, to risk for what you thought might be an unrequited crush. It wasn’t unrequited, though, and it wasn’t just a crush anymore. Hadn’t been for a long time.
“What does this mean for us, then?” You asked finally, searching his face for answers. He kissed you again, softly this time.
“It means I get to do this more often.” He said, “And that maybe we can be more than just best friends, if you’ll have me.” It shouldn’t have been a question, and you wanted to tell them that, but he looked so vulnerable, so earnest, that you would have given him anything.
You threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Of course, Sirius. You’re mad if you think I’m going to let anyone else kiss me after that.” You joked, pressing a kiss into his shoulder.
“Good, because I have so much more to show you.”
#Sirius Black x Reader#Sirius Black Imagine#Fluff#Harry Potter Imagine#Harry Potter Reader Insert#1500 - 2000#Why does tumblr formatting hate me?
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i don’t care that the lakes is only now getting its recognition i just care that it’s about MERLIN and ARTHUR.
little teeny tiny analysis incoming:
“Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me
I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones”
First of all, this is set in Merlin’s POV. The first line talks about Merlin becoming a myth and how he’s praised as the most powerful wizard alive. He is a staple as the start of “magic” and “wizardry” after his legacy is passed on. The use of the term “romantic” seems sarcastic as if he’s saying “isn’t it romantic that after my kind was hunted down and killed for believing to be evil, now I’m the optimum of good? Shouldn’t i be over the moon from this appreciation?”
Moving on to the second and third verse, “cynical clones” and “hunters with cell phones” refers to modern time. These people have twisted Merlin’s story, didn’t get it right, missed out on details, and changed him. Because his history is not correct he feels uncomfortable but is also placed in a position where he cannot clarify or speak out on it because he’s supposed to be, well, dead. People are using his story for fame and no one is receiving the truth. It’s just been turned into a myth to be broken apart, analyzed, and criticized.
“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off, but not without my muse”
(only doing the chorus once)
if the first line doesn’t speak for itself I don’t know what does. Merlin is a poet!! He is. A quick google search for the definition of poet reads: “a person possessing special powers of imagination or expression.” hello??? We all knew he was good with words whether it came from enchantments, comforting words to his friends, his followers, or when speaking about himself. “special powers”—he is magic. “imagination”—he creates, he is creation.
He is the original poet who went to the lakes, not necessarily to die, but the other half of his soul was taken from him there.
Now, Merlin of course believes Arthur was not meant to die. He doesn’t belong there. He belongs at Merlin’s side. The lakes = Avalon and Merlin did not ever want to go there in the situation that Arthur may die. The both of them weren’t meant to wait for their purpose to begin again at Avalon when “Camelot needed Arthur most.” They were supposed to stay together in the time of a human life span and their story was supposed to continue.
“Windermere peaks.” I’m not gonna dive too much into this so here’s one word: England
The last line is that Merlin could not have stayed at the lake forever. I mean he could’ve but, I don’t think he would. So he lives his life in the most physical sense he can. He does go to visit Avalon tho and his life, his soul, doesn’t restart until Arthur’s does. He carries Arthur with him everywhere at all times, and he doesn’t forget that as he leaves Avalon and he never forgets the reason why as he also goes BACK to Avalon. Also, Arthur being Merlin’s muse>>> I mean, the whole “my magic. i use it for you. it was supposed to be yours.” EVERYTHING Merlin did was for Arthur.
“What should be burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
Tell me what are my words worth”
The first two lines refer to his early life in Camelot. Moving there, making friends, growing in his magic, Arthur, trust, betrayal, his lessons. He thinks because so much time has passed (he’s immortal) he should at least be over it or it should stop hurting but it doesn’t. It stays with him. It’s a part of him and who he is.
Now for the next two lines. Although the past will linger in him, he does grow and become wiser over the years. He has so many experiences and has lived through so many lifetimes and is still finding the strength to continue. But he’s had to watch people get his life absolutely wrong, the narratives of his friends and enemies, his character, etc. I like to think Merlin dropped some real pieces of evidence of the truth in a manuscript or a symbol or anything but the ones who found it, abused it. Instead of appreciating art and life they looked for the income and how to profit off it.
“I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
‘Cause I haven’t moved in years
And I want you right here”
Merlin finds memories in the hurt. He finds comfort in it. He wants to stay in the past because as much as it pains him, it was a time where he was the most happy.
Wisteria = a plant that can live for centuries (symbolism: resilience and longevity)
“help i’m still at the restaurant.” is Merlin. He has not moved on at all, that poor soul. He wants Arthur forever but also ALIVE and physically, mentally, emotionally with him.
“A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief”
Merlin has a shield around him. Actually, plural, shields. His pain, anger, and hurt made him become this shell. But the red rose, his love, it’s still there. Always there. His love for Arthur and his narrative is still ongoing and no one knows. It’s his to keep.
His “calamitous love” and insurmountable grief” although sounds horrid are both stemmed from the purest thing he has. His love. It’s so passionate because he feels and cares so much. So his love is used as a metaphor with cliffside pools and the water in it because it (his love) overflows and spills over (i think? do cliffside pools do that?)
OKAY I’M DONE. mostly cause im tired, it’s 3:26 am, and im fried. the keyboard has been smashed quite enough and this makes one lengthy tumblr post (i can write more). i don’t even know if most of it makes sense i just wanted to get it out there.
also don’t take this too literally of course there are a million interpretations to this song, i associate it far more than just an immortal warlock and a dead king, as well as my opinions. I just wanted to share a little bit of where my mind was going. just a little.
props to you if you read this, thank you, and thank you bbc merlin
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Lay All Your Love On Me
Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Summary: Sirius has always been your friend, but he falls in love with you and decides to confess his feelings at the sound of ABBA at a party.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Alcohol, shitty family and mentions of mental health.
A/N: Technically, this is not historically accurate bc this story happens at the sixth year (1976) and ''Lay all Your Love on me'' was first released at 1980, so just use your imagination.
Sirius Orion Black never thought he would one day find love. He never received love from his own family, and even the love he felt for Reg was difficult because Regulus was the shy little boy. Sirius was the rebel, which meant Regulus had to hear that Sirius was a bad influence all along and, unfortunately, when everyone says you shouldn't be in someone's company, it becomes tough to maintain a good, normal relationship with that someone.
But everything changed when Sirius arrived at Hogwarts.
He thought the rest of his life would be miserable because he went to Gryffindor and not Slytherin like his whole family. But he became friends with James, then with Remus and then with Peter. He has finally found his true family.
In the second year, he met you. You, his future best friend and partner in crime, his biggest confidant; who would give him a comforting hug, so he could cry because he had no words to say how broken he was, and you wouldn't insist on talking because you always understood him, even without words. You were his great love, his world, his everything.
Obviously, you didn't know that.
He would rather die than lose you because he was sure you would never feel the same. You were perfection itself; you were all the good the world had to offer, for Merlin's sake.
Besides, you were his best friend.
God, he hated that word so much.
It brings us to this exact point where Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup and a party is going on in their common room, and you obviously were here because you've always loved supporting James and Sirius, and you could have fun with Remus, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. Sirius has been watching you throughout the party because you looked stunning. You were wearing a simple black dress, and you didn't do anything different with your hair, but you could have fought a family of dragons alone, and you'd still be the most beautiful girl in the world in Sirius' opinion.
Sirius saw a guy flirting with you at the start of the party, and he instantly sulked. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as that random guy made you throw your head back while you laughed. So Padfoot decided to try to distract himself from his grief by drinking Firewhiskey. He drank a lot, but he was so used to alcohol that he needed more than just a few sips to lose control of his own mind. So, at the moment, he was simply tipsy.
The eldest child of the Black family was dancing, talking loudly to James and having a good time, managing by some miracle not to think about you for a while, when the first notes of “Lay All Your Love On Me” started playing on the record player that some muggle-born brought to the party. ABBA was your favourite musical group, and Sirius just couldn't stand you singing one of their songs every thirty minutes. He loved you as much as a man could love a woman, but you definitely knew how to get out of tune sometimes.
Before he could stop himself, Padfoot's eyes met his and, just like any other occasion when this happened, his heart raced and he felt his cheeks start to turn red. But at that exact moment, he realized something: he was tired of loving you from afar. He loved being his friend, but he needed to know if you'd be able to do him the honour of tasting the lips he's fantasized about for years. If you would give him your permission to hold you in his arms to make you feel loved and safe. If you'd be as happy as he would be if the two of you held hands as you walked to Hogsmeade in front of everyone, showing that you belonged together. Being her friend was no longer enough. He would respect you if you didn't want to be his girl, but if there were a minimum chance to you to accept his heart, he definitely wouldn't waste it.
Taking advantage of the fact that one of your favourite songs was playing, he decided to tell you how he felt about you. He climbed on the table and started singing the song that translated exactly how he felt about you.
I wasn't jealous before we met,
Now every woman I see is a potential threat
He had absolutely no pride in feeling like punching any boy in the face who flirted with you because, as much as he hated to admit it, he was so insecure. Throughout his childhood, he was told that he was replaceable and an embarrassment to the family and, except for Andromeda and Regulus, he never felt that anyone truly loved him. His self-esteem undoubtedly improved after he made friends and discovered who he really was, but the feeling that he was unlovable and alone never went away. If you were his girlfriend, he would respect and trust you completely, but he always felt that any boy in the world would be much better for you than he is. And it just tore him apart.
And I'm possessive, it isn't nice
You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
Remembering that brought a smile to his face. You always hated your smoking habits. Every time you saw him lighting a cigarette, you would look at him with daggers in his eyes or launch into an extremely long rant about how nicotine would "ruin your lungs." Every time you did that, he rolled his eyes and had to stop himself from shutting you up with his lips.
But now it isn't true
Now everything is new
And all I've learned has overturned
I beg of you
One thing he never told you is that he has a collection of…well, you. Since he was 12, he kept all the things you gave him and all the little things that remind him of you in a white box under his bed. Everything. All the little drawings you made in the middle of potions class in the corner of the parchment. All the coloured pebbles you gave him in third grade when you had that iconic hippie phase. The Queen concert tickets you gave him for his birthday, the pressed flower that he always forgets the name of but reminds him of you. He looks at these things every night before he falls asleep.
Remus, James and Peter found out about the box (and consequently his love for you) two years ago and ever since then, it's been a nightmare because every time they saw you talking to Padfoot, and they were pretty sure you wouldn't. Noticing them, the three marauders would make kissing sounds, hands hearts and all that embarrassing shit you do to embarrass and annoy your friends when they have a crush right behind you, so only Sirius would see them.
Even with his friends irritating him, Sirius was very grateful to have them to help him deal with his feelings. He has never been in love and he never thought he would because all the members of the Black family had arranged marriages, so now that he loves someone he has no idea what to do. He just wanted you to love and care for him as much as he loves and cares for you. Not only that, he wanted you. You to be his and the privilege to belong to you.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your Love on Me
Sirius' family and life are completely messed up, he knew that. But even with his relapses, he was fine. Not many people can say that, but he was fine. Yes, he has a lot of problems, and sometimes he feels sad, but he, (Sirius realized as he sang in front of all the people at the party) was genuinely happy. He no longer feels the emptiness in his chest that he used to feel when he was younger. He had the best friends he could ask for, he had you, and his mental health is stable.
So yes, he has relatively heavy baggage, but who doesn't? You have many flaws. You have your traumas and your past, but Sirius was willing to overcome them because he loved you. He would never ignore them, make them seem less important, or treat her like a china doll because of it. He would just accept that they exist and he would love you unconditionally because he wanted everything from you. Sirius wanted the fights and the disagreements and the arguments, as ugly and terrible as they were because they would be with you; and everything is better with you.
He would try to be the best man in the world for you because that's what you deserve. He would respect your time and your limits and care much more for you than he does for himself. Sirius wouldn't be perfect, but he would try his best because it would make you happy and as long as you were happy, so would he.
It was like shooting a sitting duck
A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck
I still don't know what you've done with me
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily
He still remembers the exact moment he realized he was in love with you. Sirius and you had just started the fifth year and you both were under the tree beside the dark lake. It was an autumn afternoon and it was very windy, so there was no one around the two of you. You were telling Sirius about your family and how unforgettable your vacation was. You and your cousins went to your aunt's beach house and since you and your mom were the only witches in the family, you and your parents had a lot of funny moments when your whole family went to the beach and you had contact with a lot of families Muggles and their powers sometimes got out of control. He was crying with laughter because you sneezed next to a couple and you and your cousins had to find a way to make the woman's beach bag stop floating without them realising that something was really wrong with you.
You and he were just being two stupid teenagers, but at that moment Sirius realized that you were his favourite person. And he would die a happy man if he spent the rest of his days listening to the sound of your voice because it always made him feel warm inside. He never realized that you had the most beautiful eyes in the world, or how much he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you and he wanted to see you old and grey. Sirius was 100% sure that you would look beautiful.
The moment he realized that he froze in shock. You got worried and suggested a glass of water and he was so stunned he just nodded. After a few sips, he said he was fine but needed sleep. He spent the rest of the day lying in bed and looking at the roof, wondering what he would do now.
I feel a kind of fear
When I don't have you near
Unsatisfied, I skip my pride
I beg you dear
The song ended and it took him a few seconds to realize it. Everyone in the common room was cheering enthusiastically, but the only person Sirius cared about at the moment was you. He got off the table and walked over to you, who was still looking at him with confusion and amusement in your eyes. He took your hand and practically dragged you to his dorm. Once there, he made you sit on his bed and closed the door.
"I'm in love with you Y/n," He said, staring at the door, not being able to meet your eyes.
“I meant every word I sang. I've loved you for two years and the war is coming and I can't let anything happen to either of us without telling you that my heart will always belong to you, Y/n/n." He took a deep breath and looked at you, who still was sitting on his bed.
You were extremely surprised. How would you not? Your best friend was confessing his love for you, and you definitely didn't expect that. You were so afraid of hurting him or ruining your friendship, but...
"I love you too," you said. Being unable to stop smiling.
You caught a glimpse of Sirius immediately turning to you and walking towards you until there were only inches keeping you two apart.
"A-are you serious?" He looked so shocked and you felt your heart break for him. Sirius clearly didn't think he was worthy of his love, but you would spend the rest of your days showing him how wonderful he was and how much you adored him.
You stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and Sirius felt himself melt. It took him a few seconds to kiss you back, but when he finally realized what was happening, he cupped your cheek with his left hand and put his right arm around your waist.
Neither of you has ever felt as complete as you do right now, in each other's arms. And you both wanted it to be this way until the end of the times
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