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ellecdc · 2 months

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A Man With a Plan.2

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

CW: angst, smoking, mention of vomiting, Remus spiralling, Peter being v worried, James being a doting mother hen, Sirius being a cheeky bastard.

Remus didn’t stay in potions that day.

He gave Professor Slughorn a hasty excuse and beelined it from the room, earning him bemused stares from Peter, James, and Sirius. He couldn’t stay there – he couldn’t breathe the air you’d been breathing – it hurt, it burned, it was too much.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” He huffed to himself as he shakily made his way to Gryffindor tower. He held his hand to his chest the whole way, heaving as if he was close to throwing up – he wasn’t fully convinced he that wouldn’t.

As soon as he walked into (stumbled into) his dorm he flung the window open and shoved his head (most of his torso) out of the window – hungry for fresh air. The change in temperature and slight breeze did calm him slightly, but now he could hear Moony with renewed fervor.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. He seemed to be whimpering morosely.

“She’s not yours.” Remus grumbled. That seemed to aggravate Moony somewhat, as well as piss himself off for talking aloud to...well...himself, sort of?

He hated this.

Remus sat half out the window drinking water and chain-smoking until his roommates returned from their final class.

“What the fuck happened to you, Moons?” Sirius asked as he threw his book bag onto his bed before beginning to strip out of his uniform.

“Fucked if I know.” He grumbled, throwing the butt of his cigarette out the window.

“You feelin’ alright?” James asked, brows furrowed as if Remus was a particularly difficult arithmancy problem.

“I think it’s quite clear that I’m not.” He spat as he pulled out another cigarette and lit it with the snap of his fingers.

“Blimey, Moony. Wasn’t the full moon last week?” Sirius asked incredulously.

It was too much, all of it: the nickname, the moon talk, their voices. The hearth in the room surged and then extinguished again; Remus was officially diminished to accidental magic like he was some kind of unruly toddler.

“Shit, Remus. Relax, okay? We’re sorry.” James placated, watching his mate cautiously as Remus took some steadying breaths.

“What’s gotten into you mate?” Sirius asked quietly after Remus appeared to calm himself.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I don’t feel like...myself.” He settled for, trying to drown out Moony’s pathetically forlorn howling in the back of his mind.

“Alright.” James said. “That’s alright.”

Remus wanted to vomit. Is that not what you had just said to him a few hours ago?

“Do you need to go to see Pomfrey?” Peter asked.

“No.” Maybe.

“Alright, well we’ll bring you something up for dinner.” He offered with a smile. Remus felt like he should return the smile, but he couldn’t bring himself to try.

Remus did eventually go to see Madame Pomfrey, though he kept the full extent of his current predicament to himself. He trudged through the halls, hating the fact that Moony seemed to pick up on your scent, signifying you had been down this hall yourself at some point during the day.

Must go. Must go. Must go. Moony begged.

Go to Madame Pomfrey and then to bed. Remus mentally berated the wolf - the wolf growled in discontent. Remus was becoming increasingly worried about what he’d be like near the full when Moony was closer to the forefront of Remus’ control.

Remus claimed nerves and a migraine as the cause of his request for sleeping draught for the night. The matron narrowed her eyes at Remus, clearly aware the boy wasn’t being entirely honest, but acquiesced to his request nonetheless.

Remus supposed he probably should have requested a dreamless sleep potion instead.

His dreams were littered with images of you. Some were lovely – you and him walking hand-in-hand through bookstores and flower shops, sharing milkshakes and ice cream, snuggling up near the fire, as well as some...steamier dreams. But they were always chased away by horrible ones – you being chased by The Wolf, you finding out about him and running away terrified, you being bitten, you being killed. And those were always followed by his friends becoming disgusted with him, abandoning him, him ending up in Azkaban.

They made him sick.

Literally made him sick; he woke up with a start and bodied James on his way to the bathroom to eject last night’s supper out of his system.

“Moons, what’s going on mate?” James asked quietly, clearly having been getting ready for a run before he was bulldozed by his mate, as Remus moved to the sink and readied his toothbrush.

“Please don’t call me that.” Remus moaned.

James seemed to consider him for a few moments before he spoke again.

“Is Moo- is the wolf giving you problems?” He corrected at the glare he was shot by Remus.

Remus sighed and nodded his head.

“Can’t be moon sickness? You’ve got three weeks.”

Remus finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth out before turning to look at James.

“I don’t know. I think...” but he didn’t know how to finish his sentence. How did he explain that Moony has apparently become obsessed with and hyper-fixated on one of James’ best friends and was actively campaigning to have Remus throne into the psych ward at St. Mungo’s? “When you guys were researching on how to become animagi, you were first doing research on werewolves, right?”

James responded by nodding his head in the positive.

“What’d you find? On werewolves, I mean.” Remus asked.

James grimaced. “Next to nothing, really; we found books and books full of anti-werewolf propaganda before we found anything even remotely helpful.”

“What book was it? The helpful one.”

“There was one line in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that said werewolves solely target human prey and are less interested in other animals as opposed to ‘true’ wolves.” James said.

Remus sighed and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“What’s going on?” James tried again.

Remus just shook his head at this friend. “I don’t know yet, I’ll see what I find.”

“You don’t have to do this alone; you know? You’ve got us here.” James said as he followed Remus out of the bathroom.

“I know Prongs. I’ll let you know if I need anything.” Remus said with a tired smile. He was lucky, really, he knew that. He had wonderful friends – he’d do anything to keep them.

Which just meant keeping Moony away from you.

Unfortunately for Remus, James had been right; the only useful information he could find in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that a) he didn’t already know or b) wasn't prejudiced or incorrect was the line James had referenced.

“The main difference is in the way they behave; a werewolf is very aggressive in comparison to a true-wolf; they prefer and target human prey, seemingly uninterested in other animals. Though some rumours claim that werewolves will create bonds with animals and other wolves: ‘were’ or ‘true’.”

Remus was ready to give up when he noticed a footnote at the bottom of the page:

(22) From an unknown author’s first-hand account of lycanthropy in Hairy Snout, Human Heart: 1737.

He looked through the works cited section of the text and found the book, which appeared to be an autobiography of an unnamed wizard afflicted with lycanthropy from the 18th century. Remus knew the chances of him finding that book in the Hogwarts library were slim to none. Now I’ll have to wait until the next Hogsmeade weekend to try Tomes & Scrolls.

Remus (unwillingly) learned a lot about you as he (impatiently) awaited for the next Hogsmeade weekend.

You had a single dimple on your left cheek that only ever appeared when you smiled brightly. Granted, since you were generally soft around all of your edges, it didn’t appear too often. But it was almost guaranteed to make at least one appearance during every one of your interactions with James.

He hated the both of you.

You hummed. A lot. Sometimes to the tunes of songs Remus could recognize, sometimes to tunes he was sure you’ve made up. It was always quiet humming, and only ever when you were focused intently on a task. It sounded lovely and was almost always accompanied by your tongue poking out slightly between your lips.

He hated it.

You always had some piece of nature on your person. Either grass from having been sat on the grounds, dirt on your hands from your time in the greenhouses, a flower tucked into a pocket or – God forbid – your hair. It was sort of adorable.

He hated that even more.

You made a soft tingling or jingling sound as you walked and moved on account of the many beaded bracelets decorating your wrists. It wasn’t just the sound of the jewelry – because Sirius was similar with his many pieces of silver jewelry decorating his person – but the sound was distinctly yours. And Remus Moony seemed to be able to pick it up from yards away.

It was awful.

You also smelled heavenly. You were lavender blowing in the sea breeze, eucalyptus in a steamy shower, and the fresh grass you seemed to drag in every time you stepped outside. There was also something about you that smelled so distinctly you that drove him mad. He could pick up your scent anywhere.

And that was the worst part.

You were everywhere.

He’d been actively avoiding you since that fateful day in potions, and he still couldn’t escape you. Even if he couldn’t see you, he could hear you and your damned jingles or gentle giggles at something James said to you. And even if you weren’t there, he could still smell that you had been, and then he’d be stuck with Moony’s incessant whining for the rest of the day that they’d ‘just missed you’.

Remus hated it. He hated you for existing. He hated James for befriending you. But he mostly hated himself.

He hated that he got so angry about this; he hated that part of him blamed you for the horrible crime of having been born and that another part of him blamed James for the equally horrible crime of being kind.

He was the problem - Remus and his damned affliction. He just didn’t understand what Moony’s issue was; Remus (and Moony) had met many people throughout his life – Moony even had his own pack, for god’s sake! – what was so special about you to bring about this nonsense?

You seemed either completely unaware or completely unafflicted by Remus’ sudden coldness to you. There were times he’d stopped speaking midsentence when you’d show up or he would out-and-out walk away. James had clearly been annoyed with him about it, but you were still never anything but kind towards him. He was simultaneously grateful to you for it and peeved you were giving him more reasons to like you.

James - still being slightly miffed with his mate for his abruptness towards you – was more than happy to leave him to search Tomes & Scrolls whilst he and Sirius and Peter went to The Three Broomsticks without him. Sirius shot him a confused look while Peter smiled at him sympathetically as they hobbled off after James.

They didn’t have the book he was looking for, but they were able to order it via owl and advised him they’d have it delivered straight to Hogwarts for him.

Reluctantly resigning to his fate that he’d have to wait even longer to find answers, he exited the shop when he slammed into something with a solid oof.

He, being the lanky, larger-than-he-looks werewolf that he was, was able to shake off the collision with little-to-no effort.

You, on the other hand.

You.

Moony started howling in horror when Remus saw you leaning up onto your elbows from the cold cobblestoned road that Remus himself just knocked you into.

“Oh, shit Y/N, are you alright?” He breathed as he hastily reached out his hand to help you up.

Big mistake.

Moony stopped howling and started nearly singing with joy when your skin met his. Prepared for the burning/cold/pain/joy/fear he experienced last time you made contact with him; he was surprised when he only felt peace wash through his person.

Time seemed to slow as you used his support to stand back up again and offer him a breezy smile.

“I’m terribly sorry about that, Remus. Are you alright?” You asked as if you had just bodied him into the ground.

“I – uh, yes. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?” He asked as he shook his head in confusion.

“Oh, I’m alright. I’m no stranger to spending time on the ground – I’m really quite clumsy you know.” You explained solemnly. He breathed a small laugh at your self-degradation.

“Well, it likely doesn’t help to have a big oaf act as a brick wall when you’re only trying to shop.”

You smiled so sweetly that Remus, the damn sod, couldn’t help but return it. Lo-and-behold, your dimple made an appearance. Moony (and Remus, reluctantly) relished in the fact that he was the one to elicit that wide a smile from you.

“That’s alright Remus. If you hadn’t, I might not have had a chance to apologize to you.”

Remus’ heart went to exit through his feet.

“Apologize? To me?” he asked.

You nodded. “I never meant to make you uncomfortable.”

It was weird that Remus could feel his heart crack painfully since it had already exited his body – but it stung anyway.

“You – you’re not... you haven’t done anything, Dove.” He said as he wiped a hand down his face, the pet-name slipping from his lips without his consent. “It’s me. I promise. I’m a freak.”

You offered him a simple smile, though your eyes seemed to ooze sympathy. “I’ve been told I’m quite odd myself.”

Remus chuckled. “Who told you that? Tell them I want to talk.”

You seemed slightly confused but laughed at his response nonetheless.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to figure out how to end this interaction while also mourning the coming loss of it. “Sorry for knocking you over, Y/N.” He offered quietly as he moved to walk away.

“Thank you for helping me up, Remus.” You responded with a smile as you entered Tomes & Scrolls.

Moony whined at his loss of your company.

Remus whined at Moony’s input.

True to the clerk’s word, a package arrived for Remus that week over breakfast in the Great Hall.

“What? Don’t you have enough books already, Moons?” Sirius asked with a smirk as he shovelled another spoon of cereal into his mouth. Remus responded with a (loving) two-fingered salute.

Remus had somewhat relaxed since your last encounter – there was no sense in punishing himself or you for Moony’s erratic behaviour, and he was sure he’d been driving his friends barmy with his mood swings. There was nothing for him to do except wait for more answers. And said answers were just delivered to him via owl.

“What are you reading now?” Peter asked as he tried to peer at Remus’ new book.

“It’s not a novel, Wormy. This is research.” He corrected.

“Gonna find out why you’re such a wanker?” Sirius snarked as he dodged a piece of bacon Remus threw at him.

“Okay, well, don’t waste food.” Peter chided quietly, looking disturbingly close to picking up said bacon from the ground.

“Hanging out with the lot of you seems to have finally done me in, Pads.” Remus snarked back as he vanished the piece of bacon vexing Peter.

James nodded solemnly. “Fair enough, honestly.”

Remus quickly tucked his new book into his bag before moving to stand.

“Where are you going?” Peter asked as he looked at Remus with ill-hidden concern.

“To the library. Gonna do some research.” He answered plainly as he patted his book bag.

“Rem,” James called out to him, causing him to pause his retreat and turn to him. “you don’t have to do this alone, right?” he continued more quietly.

Remus offered him a grateful smile. “I know Prongs, I’ll get back to you with my findings.”

Remus did noy know how he was going to report his findings back to his friends. This can’t have been it, can it? This isn’t what’s plaguing Remus? This can’t be real... There must be more...missing pages...

“...another version of lunar magic I’ve discovered in my travels - though extremely uncommon - is what some have called a ‘mating spark’. Along with the powerful lunar magic that drives the full-moon transformations and the surge of power it provides magical beings (wizards, witches, wix), there appears to be ‘soulmate’ magic involved with lycanthropy. Long been reduced to myth and lore within wizarding society, it appears the magic of soulmates may in fact be leftover knowledge from werewolf folktales. “The initial ‘spark’ is reported to be painful and distressing. After the initial connection is made, the wolf will become fixated on their mate. The lycanthrope may experience longing, feelings of discomfort when apart and heightened senses surrounding their mate. It has been told to me that feelings of devotion towards the wolf’s mate does not go away, regardless of whether the lycanthrope accepts the bond or not.”

“Fuck.” Remus breathed as he dropped the book onto the table with a thud.

Mine. Moony huffed in response, as if wagging his tail singing ‘I told you so’.

This just won’t do.

Continue to chapter three here.

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missetbilu · 1 month

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KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*

perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.

warnings: perv concept, jerking off

"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.

#fifi-writes #harry potter smut #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred smut

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hp-hcs · 2 months

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Can maybe request some slytherin boys with gay awakeing trope? Maybe headcanons or shorts

gay awakening headcanons — mlm! slytherin boys x male! reader

hella short cause of some ✨personal stuff✨ going on, but i just wanted to get something out 🤷‍♂️

me? blame my shitty writing skills on my current health problems? what no never

❕not proofread❕

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mattheo

immediately has a mental breakdown

identity crisis anyone?

i feel like he would have that panicky gay moment where he realizes that his friend is actually his More Than Friend, ykwim?

like, you just do something innocuous like sling your arm over his shoulders while walking to class and babyboy just FREEZES

the second that happens, he immediately drops out of your life while he freaks out gets his shit together

like, homeboy just deadass vanishes

doesn’t show up to any of his classes

doesn't show up to quidditch practice (draco threatens to kill him for that, cousin or not)

meanwhile you’re just there like 🧍 “what did i do?”

because my lil darlin mattheo cannot healthily express any emotion ever, he would “solve” his problem by just like, purposefully running into you in the halls and kissing your cheek, then just full-on 🏃💨 SPRINTING 🏃💨 away without a word

theo

also has an identity crisis, he’s just better at hiding it

gotta save face, amirite?

but anyways-

you weren’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, you were just hanging out with him in his room and ended up lighting his cigarette for him

that’s it. homeboy is already whipped for ya.

like, straight up simp.

i feel like theo’s a “i’m definitely going to have a panic attack over this at two in the morning, but for now i’m just going to not think and enjoy 😌💅” kind of mentality

just flat out says it

“you know, you look really hot today.”

y/n: 😳😏………..💏💋😘

draco

have you ever had a friend that was so clearly Not Straight but they just kept denying it for years before finally coming out?

well that’s draco <3

you were at a party and agreed to join some kind of kissing game

like, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, post office…

(does anybody actually still play post office?)

and obviously, you both end up having to kiss each other duh

homeboy is not doing well

but not in a “what?? i don’t know what’s going on!!” kind of way

in a “ah shit my friends were right every time they called me gay, fuck” kind of way <3

immediately start dating after the party and everyone’s like 🤨👀

blaise

i feel like blaise already knew/suspected, but just didn’t have the vocabulary to describe his sexuality, ykwim?

i’m getting pansexual vibes frfr

could not give less of a fuck

is just like “shit alright, d'you wanna make out then?”

i mean……..it’s not like you’re gonna say no

this man. tHIS MAN. he’d be such a gentleman omfg

also i’m not gonna say sugar daddy but sugar daddy

would absolutely buy you anything you even looked at. you looked at a ten thousand galleon wristwatch in a luxury store? it’ll be on your bed waiting for you by the time you get home

if anyone was homophobic or wtv, he wouldn’t beat them up per se, but he would do something unnecessarily extra, like wear a dress and makeup just to be like “wdym? we’re a straight couple, obviously”

(he would tell his friends about the homophobe though, and they wouldn’t be quite as composed and respectful as him 👊😠🩸😵😵‍💫)

enzo

this man seriously does not care

like, he’s just like “oh i’m queer? hahah that’s crazy”

this man has no qualms about asking you out in the middle of class in front of everyone

like, in the middle of potions or smth he’d just be like “y/n, wanna go get dinner sometime?”

and you’re like “…aren’t you straight?” 🧍

enzo: “who knows? not me! does saturday at eight work?”

he’s so silly goofy i just love him sm

this boy would be a hella fine kisser, i just know it

WOULD ASK YOU TO THE YULE BALL 🕺🕺

AND WOULD GET YOU GUYS MATCHING BOUTONNIÈRES 💐

regulus

“ah shit i owe the boys twenty galleons, fuck”

resigned, more than anything

he can’t even come out, either cause like, what would that even be?

“guys, i have to tell you something……i’m gay”

“yep. what do you have to tell us??”

you asked him out cause you thought he was gay

and he was just like 😳🤨🤷‍♂️🙂👍

you guys went to fortescue’s!!! 🍦🍨🍧

(he’s def a mint chocolate chip kind of guy i’m just saying)

y’all end up being like, the it couple at hogwarts i don’t make the rules

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irulaan · 1 year

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HOW FAR IT CAN BEND | REGULUS BLACK

— the way he loves was tainted since he was a child. it didn’t help that he always, subconsciously, desired everything his older brother could put a hand on.

nav | regulus’ mlist

✧ PAIRING. regulus black x fem!reader

✧ WORD COUNT. 1.8k

✧ WARNINGS. low self esteem. mm slightly sirius black x reader. english isn’t my first language

You have been around them for a while, you knew them but never had a word with any of the four boys. Lily Evans, a fierce girl, whose personality and intelligence was paired with ginger hair and bright viridian eyes, had a few words with you, at a potion class. And her good nature ignored the fact you were usually linked to a pure blood fanatic, Regulus Black.

On said occasion, her words kept slipping through her mouth—she was surprised by your kindness and the way you’ve carried a light conversation about the day’s topic, since she expected you to be a complete asshole. She believed you could be a good friend, a good partner at class—as your intellect matched her own. Over the following weeks, she kept looking for you to start banal conversations, about classes, about anything. It was about time to meet her friends.

Three of them had a study meeting with Lily Evans, and they adored the girl, they won’t say no. “I think she’s Regulus' girlfriend?” James has said, when yours and Lily's blooming friendship became a topic.

Sirius snorted, “Pff, that spineless idiot could never have a girlfriend. Haven’t I told you he's as cold as my progenitors? The only way he’s getting to that point is if they arrange something” He was unusually so bittersweet about his brother’s affairs. Since he stopped caring a long time ago.

James smiled at his behavior, laid his books down on the table. And sat across Sirius and Remus. “We just saw them”

“Maybe she pity him?” He earned a round of laughs. Remus had shocked his head, covering his eyes with a large hard at Sirius’ nonsense.

“Yeah, most likely” James mocked him.

Remus eyes’ caught his ginger friend arm in arm with her new friend, you. “Speaking of the devil…” He said, warning his friends.

They liked you in a beat. Sirius' first impression was that you were a complete opposite to his younger brother. You laughed at their lighthearted jokes and had a focused expression while they explained some of their pranks. It was nice and refreshing to have you around, it wasn’t always, but it was often enough to have a sense of proximity. A belief and a feeling you were a friend to all of them. Your first impression of Sirius was meh—nothing less, nothing more than you expected. He had the most charming personality, an ounce of his attention was enough to make you feel like a radiant sun—a fake one tho. You knew his ways with girls, how they would fall to his feet with a smirk and a mischievous grin. Your confused feelings constantly met a wall when you saw his interactions with a potential love interest, even if it’d last a few weeks—days even.

Regulus Black had collected the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend on a sunny, fresh spring morning — just a month before summer holidays. It was a question you have been expecting since you realized your romantic feelings for him, months ago. It was easy since he let you into his softe, most vulnerable side. Where you learned about his terrors and insecurities. Where you learned his need for reassurance —that you like him, that you love him— has its roots in his abused childhood, where his parents deprived him of pure and sincere affection, only praising him when he did things Walburga and Orion thought were correct. His way of understanding of love was tainted by his emotional baggage—it was something you thought you could work on together.

Four Gryffindor boys saw you both hand in hand, kissing in public. You didn’t see them, as your eyes could only lay on the boy staring lovingly at you. You were both in love. That love you crave and envy when you’re young and wild, a love seemingly pure and sincere at the surface, one that couldn’t be marred by anything or anyone, but one that was cursed by the first shared glance. You'd have to scavenge a bit to find its rotting foundations. That day Lily Evans and her kind self gave you a cold shoulder unmatched by the concern and guilt in her eyes. They boys didn’t acknowledge your presence. It lasted—and continued for a week, until you couldn’t bear with it.

You were glad you found the group hanging in the common room. Your presence was noticed at first by James, who tried to escape when his eyes met yours, Lily held his hand, keeping him in his place.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Sirius received a whiplash when he turned when he heard your voice. Now, all of them stared at you. “Like if i made a mistake i would want to apologize, but i don’t know what i did” Your distressed tone and how your voice broke were enough to make the older Black brother feel a pang of guilt. Like a stab at his heart by his own hand. Because it doesn’t matter how hurt he was when he saw you and Regulus’ holding hands—it didn’t matter because now he had hurt you, by isolating you from them, your friends. Thinking you did something wrong.

The sand-like haired boy shared a quick look with Sirius, as saying you, and only you can fix this. It was his responsibility. “It’s okay, i’ll explain to her” He had said and the rest of them flew out of the room in a blink.

Now alone, he had focused on your red rimmed eyes, on how you bite the insides of your mouth. “I’m sorry”

You let out a humorless laugh, “What does that mean?”

His breath faltered, “I shouldn’t have done this—I was angry I guess” You nodded, confused. “I don’t know how to say this, huh”

To catch Sirius Black struggling to find some words was a spectacle—nor of you enjoying it. It fueled your anxiety and desires to run back to Regulus’ soft gaze, the one he gave you when you told him you were going to fix whatever you’ve done. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe you should have let the time work it out for you.

“Sirius, you’re scaring me, please,” You tilted your head, getting close to him. It destroyed him—your fucking worried eyes.

“I liked you, and you ran to my brother’s arms!” His tone was harsh, and he crossed his arms in his chest when you shot him a confused look. Like a spoiled child, who wants something he can’t have.

“So you decided to not talk to me again, without saying anything?” He couldn’t utter a word, he felt dizzy, even. He couldn’t understand how he was in that situation. “You know, I liked you too, for a while, but I knew if I told you, you’d have broken my heart. That’s who you are”

He breathed in, appearing trapped. “It was different with you!”

“How—how was it different? —No, you know what, save it. I didn’t deserve any this” You pointed furiously your index finger in his direction.

He bit his lip. He would rather see you angry than put up with your understanding side. He hurted you, and maybe he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, for now. “Sorry, it's not gonna happen again. Don’t know what else I can do”

So he didn’t do anything.

Summer came over, distancing you from them. You tried to close the wound, because they never apologized, and Sirius did a terrible job at it. But it didn’t matter anymore, because you probably won’t see them again. They graduated and you’ve heard James and Lily were trying to have a baby—feeling the need to leave something behind. You were afraid to reach for them, to send a letter congratulating them, to know what they’d do now. You missed Lily and developed a hate for Regulus’ older brother and his poor emotion management. A feel that grew everyday like an undergrowth, one you watered with self doubt.

“I knew he liked you,” Regulus’ had confessed some time after. “He stared at you as if you were a piece of meat. Another girl he can ruin and then left”

You wouldn’t have suspected anything if his eyes wouldn’t give him away — he felt guilty.

Your breath wavered at the realization, and Regulus knew. “You’re cruel, I’ve been in love with you for months and you only asked me to be your girlfriend because you saw Sirius as a threat?” Your voice was delicate, slow but unsteady, as your own insecurities jeopardize your calm.

Regulus had shook his head rapidly, with a mind ridden by guilt. “I felt the same, I was just scare you didn’t want me that way—He just made me realize I had so save you”

You snorted. “Pff, Save me?”

His head gave up, hanging low, avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry I was wrong, please don’t be angry at me” He begged in a low tone, barely audible. But it was sincere and ras.

“I’m not—“

“—Nor disappointed” You smiled. It was real Regulus. It was Regulus’ realizing his decayed stability. And you had promised you'd go through this.

Warm hands greeted his cold, sharp cheeks. Held his head and mind—quite literally. “I’m not, Reggie,” It was heaven, as your thumbs traced his cheekbones. “I’m just sad, you needed — you waited until someone gave me attention to act. You wouldn’t have said anything…” In such a short time your self deprecating ruminations had leaked through your conscious mind. But you won’t unfold your heart in this situation.

His head lingered near your shoulder, craving more of your touch, but so afraid to ask for more than he thought he deserved. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, can you forgive me?” He kept apologizing, not raising his voice.

You push his head up. You hadn’t expected to find tears at the edge of his silver eyes. “You’re forgiven, just don’t do that again, please” Like a caged animal set free, his arms snaked around your torso, flushing you against him. But it wasn’t enough—he craved more.

Shoving his nose into your shoulder, Regulus had tried to remember your scent. To have it forever stuck in his mind. “I’ll try. I’ll do anything” A short silence filled your ears. “Do—do you still love me?” He muffled against the upper side of your left collarbone.

You placed a short, tender kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Reggie” A promise, it was a promise. All you could do was give, give everything to him.

Foundations putrid and all, when pieces fell, they’d remain together glued by the sweet but dangerous desire of being needed and to need each other. Glued by three-word promises.

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Hi! I have a few ideas for Spencer Reid x Reader romantic fics that you could use if you would like. I was thinking about a Hogwarts au with BAU as friends at Wizarding school or where they are adults and work at Ministry as Aurors (analyzing behaviour of dark magic users?).

Or a Star Trek au and them being a team at the ship or a storyline with Spencer being Vulcan and experiencing Pon Farr (Vulcan mating ritual).

Thank you in advance!

First of all, I really LOVED this request. I belong to both fandoms but I write a little better for Harry Potter. I thought about placing them in the school because I wanted to give it a more cheerful tone, but if you're interested I could write about the second suggestion later (where they work in the ministry of magic).

The houses where the characters are assigned are courtesy of this publication and the reader does not have a defined house, so you can imagine it in yours. I hope you enjoy! 🤍

wc: 3.2k

Visits to Hogsmeade have always been the best part of winter, partly because of all the delicious hot drinks you can have and partly because of being able to spend time with all your friends.

Before entering Hogwarts you could not consider yourself a very sociable person, however, as time went by there were certain people who managed to welcome you until you were a group solid enough to win the admiration of students and teachers. After all, seeing so many youths from different houses getting along was not a common thing.

Right now you were walking with Emily and JJ, two exceptional Slytherin girls who, breaking all kinds of stereotypes, were quite sweet. You were going to meet Elle, Penelope and Kate, from Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor respectively, at The Three Broomsticks to drink something delicious and catch up on many things that you couldn't discuss during the break.

“Do you think Professor Gideon will give us an extension for the lessons we have to deliver tomorrow?”

“Gideon? No way! I could understand it from Professor Rossi, but he…”

“Do we have homework from Professor Rossi?” Em asked absently and you two laughed at the same time.

“Good morning, girls.”

“Morning, Professor Blake,” you sang in unison, after seeing the woman crossing the street accompanied by Professor McGonagall.

The Three Broomsticks was packed with people moving around, laughing, and sharing drinks. You managed to distinguish, from the higher grades, some prefects gathered at a table and two of them greeted you with a smile: Lewis from Ravenclaw and Hotchner from Hufflepuff. You had seen them a couple of times due to sneaky night visits with your friends, but nothing went beyond that.

You walked a little further and finally caught a glimpse of the table with your friends. They weren’t alone, because in the same place there were four boys that you were very used to: your friend Luke and the charming Derek Morgan from the lion house, the kind Matt who was chatting with his housemate, Penny, and sitting in silence was that sweet boy who made your heart race...

“Hey!” Derek was the first to greet them and everyone started squeezing themselves against the old couches so that the three of you had room.

Emily purposely pushed you first to take the place next to Spencer and when your shoulders collided with his, you saw him smile sheepishly.

“How nice to see you. I didn't know you'd be here."

“Neither do I,” he smiled at you. “Morgan brought me here, he told me we would probably find you.”

You had met the boy through your potions classes, when the two of you had to sit together due to lack of space at another table. Even so, the incident hadn’t gone completely bad because you discovered that he was a great boy, it was just that his shyness prevented him from actively participating in everything related to the social aspect.

When you discovered that Derek was a mutual friend, he didn't hesitate to start inviting the brunette to watch his Quidditch practice and sometimes you kept him company so he wouldn't feel bored. You discovered that what you had in common was a fascination with the dark arts and criminals, a passion that would later unite your entire group, and over the years your friendship consolidated into what you saw now. But as time went by you grew up and by this point Spencer was already too handsome and gentlemanly to ignore. Spending so much time with him inevitably gave you a small crush on the smartest guy in the entire room.

During visits to Hogsmeade it was common to see Spencer in bookstores or quieter places, so you were happy that they had taken him out of his routine so that he ended up with his leg stuck to yours, with barely any room to move.

Once you were there, the entire table became a tide of murmurs and laughter in which you participated from time to time, especially when you had to corroborate one of your housemates' anecdotes.

“Do you want me to order you something to drink?” Spencer asked cordially, as a waiter came over to ask if you guys wanted to order anything else.

You had never discovered if the Ravenclaw next to you reciprocated your feelings, but actions like that caused you a certain illusion that you didn't want to pay too much attention to.

“Huh, Butterbeer?” You responded with a smile and he took care of passing the message to the clerk, making sure to also slip a couple of galleons into his hand to pay “So the tutoring went well, right?” you tried to joke.

Your friend had found a prosperous activity by offering tutoring for those who needed it and although he only accepted donations, many rich children preferred to pay an excellent salary to have a private teacher's class 24 hours a day, which assured them a good grade. He was always willing to help anyone at the table at no cost and he was undoubtedly the head of his house's favorite, but everyone pretended not to notice it.

“I could say yes”

“But I'll only let you buy me one,” you threatened while he smiled and shook his head, possibly planning to buy you everything you asked for despite your complaints.

“Have you heard what happened in the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor?” you all heard Elle say, who always got the best gossip from who knows where.

When the entire group leaned in to listen better, your cheek was almost touching Spencer's and in that position it was not the best idea to turn to look at him, because when he did the same your lips were about to touch and by instinct you moved away to avoid it, cheeks flushing in response.

Even though everyone was paying attention to Elle's story, you could feel Spencer shift slightly uncomfortably in his spot and you hoped it wasn't your fault.

“But hey, the really important question here is…” Kate began, taking a long gulp of her hot chocolate just for dramatic effect “Do you guys have a date for the Yule ball yet?”

The yule ball, you had almost forgotten about that. You had received a few proposals, but you hadn't responded to any of them yet and a part of you was hoping that with this Spencer would have the courage to invite you, because you didn't want to go with anyone else but him.

Emily was the first to tell her plans to invite none other than Prefect Aaron and you all burst into mocking boos at your friend's brazen plan. JJ would go with another Hufflepuff boy named Will, Penelope would go with Morgan like the best friends they were, while the rest had partners that you didn't know yet but that they would make sure to introduce you to.

When everyone talked about their plans they looked in the direction of Spencer and you, as if they wanted to hear your plans too.

“I have received some proposals, but I still don't know who I should say yes to”

“I'm not going”

Hearing Spencer say that made your heart drop and although you tried to maintain your composure your friends couldn't help but notice the disappointed expression that you tried to hide by drinking your Butterbeer.

Why didn't Spencer want to go to the ball? You had already imagined him wearing a nice gala suit with those well-combed golden locks and a corsage the color of your dress, but your hopes seemed destined to die there.

“Come on, Reid! "Everyone's going," Luke murmured, but the man just put on a tight-lipped smile and looked away.

You didn't even want to look at him or you knew your eyes would give you away, so you tried to focus on something else.

Seeing that he wouldn't offer any more reasons, the talk continued and when your beer was finished you felt Spencer lean a little closer to you, until his lips were at the height of your ear. Out of inertia you tilted your head a little to get into a position that involved the closest possible approach.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked softly, sending a shiver through your entire body.

You wanted to lean closer until you melted into him and, with any luck, the movement would force him to kiss you on the cheek.

“I would love to,” you managed to respond when you finally shook off those fantasies and he smiled next to you while he got up from his place.

"Where are you going?"

“Outside, for a walk,” you informed. The same mischievous smile crossed Elle and Derek's faces.

"Oh, sure. Have fun walking, lovebirds,” she murmured while the man simulated exaggerated kissing sounds.

"You guys are idiots"

You grabbed your jacket while you heard everyone laughing and even with that sound in the background you started walking with your friend towards the exit, trying not to pay attention to the romantic advances they were making.

As soon as you got out of there you noticed the severe change in weather and rubbed your hands against each other while blowing air on them in hopes of keeping some heat. The white snow covered the entire town and it was quite a beautiful sight.

“Peace and tranquility,” your friend sighed, after taking a deep breath, and you laughed.

“Were you that suffocated in there?”

“I don't like it when everyone talks at the same time. Too much noise"

You knew that Spencer was a little different from the others and sometimes he could feel uncomfortable with social situations, but most of the time when he wanted to get out of there he asked you to accompany him. Was that some kind of sign or were you just misunderstanding things?

“Have you bought anything at Honeydukes yet?” you asked to open the conversation.

You didn't know whether to put your hands in your pockets or keep them crossed to protect yourself a little from the cold air, so you just kept rubbing them together.

"Yes a while ago. Buy acid pops, frogs, and jelly slugs”

“We buy Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans”

“Since the time I tried one that tasted like rotten eggs, I can't even look at them without gagging,” he confessed while wrinkling his nose, a gesture that you had long ago discovered was common for him.

“Emily says she once tried one that tasted like cat litter, but I don't believe her. And if I were to believe her it would be very disgusting because come on, how would you know what that taste tastes like if you haven't tried it before?”

Spencer's laugh had always been a sound that melted you from the inside out, one you could listen to for hours without getting tired.

You continued along the cobblestone path chatting pleasantly about some academic matters, a little about the future, and sometimes about the most trivial things, until you were far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the town.

There was a little desolate bench next to the road and both of you silently agreed to head over there so you could sit for a moment.

You could see his mismatched socks underneath the robe and the obvious height difference made you able to move your legs back and forth. There was just a space between you where you rested your hand, your pinky almost touching his.

“Did you know that all snowflakes are symmetrical? They have six sides and always reflect light as if they were precious stones. I read it the other day in a book.”

The comment was about the fact that, of course, small flakes of snow had begun to fall. You smiled from ear to ear and stretched out your tongue to capture one, while Spencer watched you sweetly from the opposite side.

“When you were little did you play in the snow?”

“My mom never let me do it. I was a sickly child.”

“And now you're not?” you asked softly.

Just when he was about to respond, your hands reached up to his neck to adjust his two-color scarf and Spencer held his breath at the closeness, while he focused on your cheeks flushed from the cold.

You were the prettiest girl he had ever met and he was afraid to tell anyone, because he would know that when a secret was told sooner or later it ended up reaching the ears of whoever he was trying to hide from. Although he believed that probably all of Hogwarts could tell that he liked you just by the way he sighed whenever you were around.

“Spencer?”

"What?"

“Are you sickly now too?” you asked again and he felt stupid for getting too nervous to forget what you had just told him.

"A bit"

"Well, I hope so. Come"

You took his wrist to guide him out of your seat and led him to a blank space on the floor, where in spring it was probably full of grass, immediately throwing yourself with your gaze towards the sky.

"What are you doing?"

“Lie down, we’re going to make a snow angel.”

Spencer looked hesitant for a second, but then he knelt next to you, imitating your position somewhat awkwardly. When you started to move your arms and legs he thought about regretting it, although in the end he didn't, and very soon the two of you were already laughing out loud at how clumsy the situation was.

At some point you stopped and turned slightly until you were face to face, looking at each other's flushed skin and bright smiles. Looking at him you thought about how happy it made you to be with him, more so than with any of your other friends, although you didn't know if it was due to the boy's calm nature or simply your feelings for him reflecting back.

“We're definitely going to catch a cold,” he observed intelligently as he sat up and shook the snow out of his brown hair, which only made you laugh more. “Come on, I don't think snot matches your future dress.”

You took the hand he was offering to help you up and knew that if you didn't take advantage of that opportunity you probably wouldn't be able to talk to him about it again.

“You're really not going to the ball?”

You were sitting next to him, too close for the boy's poor nerves, and there was a clear tone of disappointment in your words. As if that weren't enough, you still hadn't let go of his hand.

“Huh, I don't think so. I don't like that kind of environment” he excused himself, making a small face. You nodded with understanding, but evidently discouraged “Besides, no one has invited me.”

“And why haven't you invited a girl?”

Spencer looked away at your question and cringed a little from his spot, as if he were afraid to answer you. You waited a minute for him to think.

“I just want to save myself the embarrassment of them saying no.”

“Why would anyone say no to you?” you immediately asked in genuine disbelief.

“Because I'm not handsome! And because I spend my time in the library instead of training quidditch and I'm not even athletic and... I don't know, because I'm weird."

“Oh, shut up, Spencer” the stern tone in your voice surprised him, but before he could say anything you continued talking “You're a great guy, you're dedicated and studious, you're kind. You're not weird at all. Well… maybe a little bit, but not as a negative trait, but as something that makes you stand out”

"So you think?" He asked and you nodded effusively. “I still don’t think there’s anyone left for me.”

“Come with me” you breathed out without thinking.

You had wanted him to come with you so much that you didn't even care if you invited him or he did, you just wanted to dance with him and have a valid reason to hold his hand. Even if you were doing it for no reason right now.

"Go where?"

“To the ball, genius!” You laughed nervously. “I don’t have a partner yet.”

“But… you said you had several invitations,” he reminded you, clearly confused. He had dismissed the idea that you were interested when you had said that, contrary to the idea you wanted to give him.

“Yes, but none of them are as charming as you.”

You didn't even know where you had gathered the courage to flirt with him but luckily it seemed to be working. Spencer was quiet for a moment and although you couldn't tell it he was fighting to keep his brain from spontaneously combusting.

Were you really offering him the chance to be your date?

“Unless you're not interested…”

"No!" he interrupted you. In his eyes you could see the shine of the snow and a certain enthusiasm that calmed you greatly “I would love to go with you.”

The smile that crossed your face wasn’t normal and you wished you could better hide your joy at his response, but no matter how hard you tried, you knew it would be impossible.

“It's probably a bit bland and superficial, but I think we can have fun.”

“Did you know that balls were initially used for courtship? In Victorian times they were the social space where a gentleman could look for a lady he wanted to marry and there were certain dances, protocols, and rules”

“Luckily we don't have all that rigor now,” you exclaimed. “You just have to take a couple of classes with Professor Gideon to know how to behave.”

“I thank Merlin that Professor Blake was there to help us because otherwise it would have been most embarrassing.”

“I want to see you dance,” you said in an excited tone, while you gave his hand a light squeeze. Against all odds Spencer used that grip to pull you in his direction until he wrapped you in a hug.

“You're not inviting me because you feel sorry for me, right?”

You gasped almost annoyed.

“For a Ravenclaw you're sometimes quite an idiot, you know that?” you murmured against his chest, which then vibrated with a nervous laugh.

You wished you could confess to him how much you had wanted to achieve this and erase all those pointless worries with everything you thought about him, but you knew that if you had you would probably have to confess how much you liked him and you weren't ready for this yet.

You were silent for a moment until you dared to separate a little to look him in the eyes and then speak seriously.

“Never think that I invite out of pity, Reid. I invite you because you are my friend and I really like being with you.”

He had to hug you again until you saw his face or somehow you would have discovered more than you should about his true feelings towards you.

“I'm glad to know that,” he sighed, resting his flushed cheek against the top of your head.

Spencer didn't know if his hopeful heart could handle the wait to see you in a beautiful dress and dance with you all night long, but for now he would have to settle for the warmth he felt from having you in his arms, smiling like a fool just for you.

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Downward Dog - Sirius Black x reader (part 2)

Part 1

"Good morning, ladies!"

James greeted you and Lily with the brighest smile he could muster and sat down opposite her. Remus took a seat in front of you, smiling slightly. He looked tired.

"Hey boys." You placed your fork down and wondered why Sirius - who practically lived glued to them, or at least to James - hadn't come down for breakfast yet. It was Saturday, but it was ten, and if James and Remus were awake you were pretty sure he must be, too. "Where's Sirius?"

"Oh, he couldn't move from his bed. It's all your fault, Y/N." James grinned but you merely blinked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, he worked out with you yesterday, didn't he? And when he woke up he said he was sore all over and that he was probably dying and we should go ahead and get breakfast without him."

"He's such a drama queen..." Lily mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"We didn't work out. We did yoga." You pointed out. "It's much more than that. It's for your mental health as well as physical, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, we believe you!" James interrupted you, clearly not in the mood to listen to any details. "But if you're done eating, since it's basically your fault Sirius can't move, I would go and bring him some breakfast if I were you. He'd appreciate it."

Without waiting for your reply, he started piling all sorts of foods on a plate which he then handed to you, along with a mug of hot coffee. He was grinning ear to ear and you shot a confused look at Remus, but he nodded and smiled encouragingly, so you grabbed everything and said bye to everyone.

Lily didn't look too happy to be left alone with James. Well, Remus is there too, she'll be fine.

When you knocked on the boys' dorm room you realized you had no clue where Peter was and you hoped he wouldn't be in there with Sirius... things were already kind of weird anyway. But when you heard Sirius' voice tell you to go in you were happy to notice he was alone, sitting up in his bed, wearing a t-shirt and what looked like sweatpants. "Y/N?" He looked surprised to see you, but immediately jumped out of bed. "Is that for me? I'm starving! Thank you!"

As you handed him the plate and observed him move around the bed to sit down once again you thought he didn't look sore in the slightest. "Sirius?"

"Yeah?" He muttered after swallowing some coffee, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I thought you were... dying, as James eloquently put it."

Sirius stared at you as if you'd turned into a Hippogriff. "Me? Why would I be?"

"That's what James said, he told me you were all sore and couldn't move cause of yesterday's yoga practice, and-" You froze, as you realized. That idiot had done it on purpose to send you up to Sirius' room. "I'm going to murder him."

You turned to leave, but Sirius quickly got to his feet and stopped you. "Wait! I thought... maybe we could share?" He offered, pointing to the plate, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. He was damn good at it.

"Well... technically I've already had breakfast... but I could do with some more coffee, I suppose."

You gingerly sat at the end of his bed, reaching for the mug. Sirius sat close to you and for the first time since you'd met him many years before he seemed at a loss of what to say. He kept poking his food with the fork, taking very small bites, as you sipped the coffee.

"So... do you feel okay after yesterday?" You finally asked, just to break the silence. "No sore spots?"

"Oh, I'm fine! Just my legs are a bit sore, but not too bad." He glanced at you with a small smile and you wondered how the hell he managed to look so great on a Saturday morning. Even his hair looked perfect, not a strand out of place. I want to run my fingers through his hair so badly. No, Y/N, calm down. Don't think like that. Keep your cool, and-

"So when are we going to do some more yoga? I loved it yesterday. I felt really refreshed, after." Sirius added, as he bit into a piece of toast.

"I need to study for Potions..." You made a face. You hated Potions. "So I'll be busy today and tomorrow, I think."

"I'll help you with that. We can get it done by today."

You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at him skeptically. "Remus is the master, not you. You hate Potions as well."

"I do. Doesn't mean I'm not good at it. I usually just don't bother."

"Well, maybe you can help, but if we end up just wasting time-"

"We won't! Do you really think I want to spend one more minute than necessary on Slughorn's subject?" Sirius made a face and you started laughing, almost spitting the coffee out. "And then we can do yoga and you can teach me that raven pose."

"Crow pose."

"Yeah, that one."

Sirius smiled at you warmly and you smiled back as you placed the now almost empty mug down. He also got rid of the plate and moved closer to you. "Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"I was thinking that next weekend maybe..."

He'd moved so close that you could almost count his eyelashes, but your gaze kept drifting to his lips and although you knew he would notice you couldn't help yourself...

"PADFOOT!"

You almost jumped, startled. Peter had run into the room but he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed you. He frowned, confused. "Uh... sorry?"

"It's ok, I - I was leaving anyway." You replied, getting up, flustered. "I'll see you later, Sirius."

You didn't look back as you left the room and closed the door behind you.

Great timing, Peter, you muttered to yourself as you descended the staircase, annoyed and frustrated.

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dragonmasterkaylz · 1 month

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He’s my Poison

He was a Pureblood.

He was a massive flirt.

He had many girls after him.

He was a Slytherin.

But that didn’t stop me from falling in love with him.

Incident One:

Aurora was trying to reach for a book, and she was getting frustrated, when she saw someone reach up and grab the book. She turned around and saw that very familiar smirk. One of Draco’s friends, Theodore Nott. He smiled at her and handed it to her.

“Maybe you can help me with the class when you’re finished”.

He walked away like it was nothing and she blushed as she watched leave, many girls gossiping about his latest ‘hook-up’. She hummed and sat down before opening the book, writing down some notes for her Potions exam. But the image of his handsome smile kept distracting her and she started blushing again.

Why am I thinking about him?! I don’t know him!

Incident Two:

“Shelby, could you present your Niffler to the class?”, Hagrid said with a smile. Aurora stood in front of the class and gently pulled out a brown Niffler out from under her cloak. It started to sniff around, but that’s when she let go of a coin, which was attached to her hand, via a piece of string. “No causing mischief~…!”

“So, Nifflers are naughty little creatures. Unless you know how to control their urges to get any coins, you will have a real problem on your hands! Miss Shelby has created a kind of trap, but also a toy for her little friend. They like to live with their treasure too, so you could say that Nifflers are like tiny, fluffy Dragons…!”

“What?! They’re pests!”

Aurora gasped and held her Niffler closer before she mumbled, “Shut up, Malfoy…”. His eyes widened as he walked up to her. “What was that, Mudblood? Go on, say it again!” “Malfoy!”, Theodore said before he held him back. “Leave her alone”. Hagrid then said, “And for saying such a word, you’ll have detention!”

“What?! Oh! My Father will hear about this!”

Once Draco left, Aurora asked, “Can’t he go a single day without saying that?” Theodore laughed and he said, “In the Common Room we have a count down. It’s going down to zero days now”. Then she giggled and her Niffler started trying to grab her locket. “No! Not for you, Mister!” “See ya”. “B-Bye… Theodore…”.

My heart beats rapidly every time he’s near me. Oh no. What’s wrong with me…?

Incident Three:

Aurora looked in the mirror as she put on a little bit of makeup to go into Hogsmeade. She was wearing her favourite yellow sundress, with black heels and she put a flower hair clip in. Then she looked down at her Niffler before opening her bag. He jumped in and he chirped happily as she walked out of her dorm room.

When she met Hermione and Luna, the two of them looked shocked. “Woah! You look amazing! But, we’re only going to the Three Broomsticks!” “I know… but I bought this dress recently and I really wanted to wear it”, Aurora said. “Well, you look great anyway”. “Let’s go until the seats are all taken up”, Luna told the two.

Once they were in the Three Broomsticks, they sat in a corner together and Hermione ordered for them. “I was wondering… can you see Thestrals too?” “Luna!” Aurora giggled and said, “It’s okay Hermione. And… I can. My Mum died when I was very young. Cancer…”. Hermione held her hand and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry”.

“It’s fine. I have Dad and every year, on her birthday, he buys me a new charm for my bracelet. It’s his way of me getting to know her, since I was only five”, she told her friends. Luna looked at her bracelet and she said, “It’s beautiful”. “So, to a brighter topic… do you like anyone?”, Hermione suddenly asked. “W-What?!”

“You do?! Who is it?! Tell us!”

“N-No…! I don’t even know if I like him or not!”

Hermione then grew tense and mumbled, “Oh great. Just what we need. Malfoy and his gang of morons!” Luna and Aurora looked over, when she saw that the boy she was confused about had his arm around a Slytherin girl, who made him kiss her. “Y-Yeah… who would want to be… with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff?”

“Huh…?!” Hermione looked at her and then saw Theo with another girl. She finally put the pieces together before saying, “Yeah, he’s a heartbreaker that one. If you want my advice, it’s best you avoid him”. Aurora nodded and Luna asked, “Did he ask you out?” “No… he was just really nice to me. I guess I misread him…”.

“Oh Aurora, don’t cry over him. He’s not worth it!”

She’s right. But I can’t help it. I’m in love with him.

Incident Four:

“Miss Shelby, can you tell us what you smell from the Amortentia?”

Aurora nodded and said, “Of course, Professor”. She walked up to it before sniffing it a bit. “I smell… fresh daisies, after shave… and cigarettes”, she said softly before walking back. Then she held her book close as she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked over and her breath hitched as she locked eyes with Theo. ‘Oh no’.

“Mr Nott, can you tell us what you smell as well?”

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Alright”. He put his book down and did the same. Hermione then looked Aurora, who was blushing heavily. “Hey, calm down”, she whispered. “I’ll try…”. “Strange. I can also smell fresh daises, as well as scented perfume and… cake…?” Slughorn then asked, “Why is that strange?”

“No reason, Professor”.

After class, Aurora basically ran out of there and then straight to the Common Room, since she had a free period. Just before she got to the kitchens, she then someone grab her, which made her squeal. “You can definitely run!” She turned around and looked back to see Theodore stood there. “What do you want…?!”

“Woah!!! When were you so hostile?!” She backed off slightly and looked away, her cheeks red, and she felt tears come up. “I shouldn’t be feeling what I feel for you! You’re a flirt, you have many girls lining up to be with you! I’m a Muggle-born and you’re a Pureblood! This feeling… just feels so wrong”. “Does it really…?”

Theodore gently pushed her against the wall and he said, “That day, in the Three Broomsticks, you were so fucking beautiful”. “You saw me…?” He nodded as he admitted, “I didn’t care about that girl. I just went on one date with her to get her off my back”. Aurora scoffed and looked away, when he leaned in closer.

“In that cauldron, all I could smell was you and now, I know what I want”, he told her. “And that is?” “I want to be in a real relationship, with you”. His pale cheeks turned pink and his eyes actually had some shine for once. Aurora then asked, “Do you promise to be nice to me?” Theodore nodded. “Yes, because I love you”.

“Theo… you’re like a highly addictive poison”.

“Heh… good. I know you won’t leave me then”.

Aurora dropped her books and put her arms around him before kissing him. He kissed back slowly and he pushed her into the wall before gasping for a second, before he kissed her like she was going to disappear forever. Theodore didn’t know what came over him, but he needed her. He was definitely in love with her.

If he’s my poison, then I must be his drug. There’s no other explanation for his reaction. He needed me and I needed him… so bad.

We were addicted to each other.

Extra:

“Hey… can I steal him?”

Aurora looked at Theodore with a strange look and then looked at her Niffler. “What do you want Jasper for, exactly?” He hummed and sat next to her before saying, “That’s on a need to know basis. But it will be well worth it, cara mia~”. She smiled and said, “Okay. Please take care of him?” “Just trust me, beautiful…”.

That Night…

Jasper ran into Draco’s dorm room and climbed onto his bed before taking off his rings, stuffing them all in his pouch. Theodore waited outside and smirked just as the little Niffler came out. “Good boy. Now… come here”. He scooped him up and walked into his room before settling the little Niffler onto a bed. “Perfect…”.

When morning came, Draco barged into his room as he shouted, “Where is that little rat?!” Theodore then woke up and looked down at Jasper before saying, “I think I left my door open. And Niffler’s love anything shiny. Sorry, Draco”. He picked up Jasper and tickled his belly, making him drop all of Draco’s rings easily.

“Dating a ‘Mudblood’—!”

“Call her a ‘Mudblood’ again, and it won’t be Jasper next time. It’ll be me you’re dealing with, mate…”.

Draco looked at him and shook his head. “You… are fucking obsessed with her”. Theodore pulled out his cigarettes and then tried to look for his lighter, only to see Jasper holding it. “Don’t steal from me…”, he said with a slight chuckle before lighting it. “And yes, she’s like a fucking drug to me. I can’t really help it”.

“If anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them”.

END

#theodore nott #theodore nott x oc #harry potter #hermione granger #luna lovegood #draco malfoy #niffler #slytherin #hufflepuff #slytherin x hufflepuff #slytherpuff

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alexanderlightweight · 9 months

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I hope it’s not too late for Wednesday! I would love to see more of the Magnus planning with Team Immortal to pamper Alec verse? Maybe Magnus putting his plan into action?

Love your writing, wishing you all the best with the move!

here is the next part of 'manipulation is rehab' because i've seen it called that twice and its a good name

and thank you! the move went as well as it could go! we've actually had more trouble with the unpacking and not hurting ourselves tripping over boxes ^_^

<3 lumine

i hope you enjoy!

The scent of honeysuckle and lavender lies thick in the air and Magnus lights candles throughout the entirety of his loft.

They trail from the foyer to the balcony, out on the railing and above, twining the stairs to the roof and laid out throughout the garden above.

Cat truly outdid herself and while dozens — perhaps hundreds — of candles have been summoned and magically lit, only one in each space is one of Cat’s own special blends. Still, it’s enough for what Magnus wants and its better not to risk doing more than relaxing Alexander.

After his conversation with Cat and Ragnor, Magnus plotted.

Several of his plans were vetoed with increasingly irate fire messages until Ragnor had threatened to just kidnap Alec and make Magnus rescue him.

So, decided that a little danger was a fair exchange for rescuing Alexander from what was clearly the greater danger of responsibility, Magnus made his plans.

Magnus had convinced a vow from his Alexander, to come to Magnus as soon as his last patrol was up, not a moment later. Alexander had given a token protest and Magnus has swiped it away with a barbed reminder of the last few times Alec had missed or been late to their dates. Never on purpose, but Alexander was important to his Institute and integral in the system in place that kept it running smoothly. The minute Alexander appears his hunters will need him, even if they’d been fine until the moment they saw him.

It’s unsurprising, truly.

If Alec had more power he could delegate more, but there is little he can do with his hands so legally tied.

It infuriates Magnus every time and so he’d used it as a weapon — that Alexander is competent and a good leader and that his people look to him in all things — and cut Alexander until he’d surrendered to Magnus demands.

Alexander was gracious in his concession — Magnus’ boy had been exhausted, almost relieved at being able to follow orders rather than give them — and had sworn to follow through.

It means that Magnus has planned this out meticulously.

Including the rather brilliant inspiration of tearing a large enough rift open that some very annoying — but hardly deadly — demons would be found on Alexander’s last bit of patrol. They wouldn’t give him or his team any trouble, but they did tend to be a bit… messy.

The balcony chimes instead of the door and Magnus sweeps the doors open with a blink as he strides out. His lovely boy is standing by the railing, almost sheepishly shuffling and he gives Magnus a wry look.

“The one time I promise to come here first—” Alexander says with a sigh and shakes his head, wincing as ichor drips off of him. It’s a low-potency ichor from a minor demon, but Magnus imagines it can’t be comfortable and he knows for a fact that this particular kind of ichor can sap energy if enough is absorbed.

“I’m glad you did.” Magnus promises him, a snap of his fingers cleaning away the ichor, but he grimaces as he walks forward and gently touches Alec’s face. “Magic can’t clean it all away, you know.”

Alexander sighs again and nods, knowing this but looking beyond Magnus at the lair wistfully — as if he thinks Magnus is going to send him away.

“I can’t stand the thought of you leaving so soon.” Magnus murmurs and it’s the truth, “won’t you clean here. Just a bath, lovely,” Magnus croons and he reaches up to gently tangle his fingers in Alexander’s clean but bedraggled bangs. “I have a potion and shampoo that work wonders on ichor.”

Magnus isn’t sure if it’s the candles, Alexander’s exhaustion, Magnus’ own honest pleading or Alexander’s own selfish desires, but his boy nods. His eyes slide shut as he trustingly turns his face to nuzzle the palm of Magnus’ hand.

“I don’t want to leave.” Alexander admits, voice hoarse from demon ash and Magnus discreetly taps his toe, starting the pot already set up for tea.

“Then don’t, it’s as simple as that.” Magnus promises and Alexander follows when Magnus pulls him through the doors.

He inhales, eyes blinking slowly, almost languidly as the doors shut and his tired body finally takes in a full lungful of the scent.

“It smells nice,” Alexander murmurs and he continues to be gently led until they get to Magnus’ bedroom.

Alexander hesitates there, shuffling as if he’s not sure how to voice his next question and Magnus waits quietly. Alexander is already in his web; a little patience will hardly damage the trap that’s already been sprung.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #manipulation is rehab #magnus bane #alec ligthwood #shadowhunters #malec

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lu-twilight-is-best-boy · 1 year

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Howdy! Can I perhaps ask for Time x gender neutral reader nsfw? No real prompt, just whatever you feel like!

Sincerely,

-🎼

Hi anon 😄 thanks for the ask (this is also my first ask, yay!) I tried my best to keep this as gender-neutral as possible(i haven't wrote anything in forever so I'm a bit rusty) , I hope you like it and enjoy it

Warnings: NSFW 🔞, kissing, aphrodisiac/sex pollen/sex potion, smut with a little teeny tiny plot, bitting, hickeys, marking, mentions of cum, Gender-neutral reader, bottom reader

Summary: Someone spilled some kind of aphrodisiac potion into Time's drink. It's up to you to deal with the effects it has on Time.

Story is below the cut

Oh you where going to kill the boys when this was over because you knew that they had something to do with this, okay maybe not Twilight he looked legitimately worried about Time but you could hear the other's snickering, and so you were convinced that they had something to do with it or they at least knew what happened and wouldn't tell you

Honestly sometimes you wonder why you didn't stay home instead of traveling with the chain, now was one of those times

You sighed again as you walked back to the Inn, Time was leaning on you for support with his nose buried in your hair as part of the chain followed behind the both of you laughing.

"You know this is why I should have stayed home, all y'all are just to damn childish," you said as you pushed Time's head away from your hair and tried to get him to walk up right.

"At least it will wear off eventually, right?" Sky said as he walked up right beside you and Time

"It should all potions wear off eventually" Legend replys to Sky while making bets with Warriors and Wild on how long it would take for the aphrodisiac to wear off

You rolled your eyes and then sighed in relief when you looked up and saw that you and the others have almost made it back to the Inn which was not easy with Time practically draped over you, and he was getting even hotter by the second, or at least that's what it seemed like with the way he kept whispering in your ear.

"Well since y'all had a little bit too much fun and we are all very tired I think it's time for bed," you said as you opened the door to the Inn and walked inside.

"Finally, we will see you in the morning," Sky said as he started to walk off with the others following behind him.

"Okay we will see you all in the morning!" you yelled after them as you turned around and headed upstairs with Time.

You knew that Time wasn't feeling like himself you knew this because you had told yourself this over and over on the walk back, but he was so very close to you as he almost pushed you and himself into the room once you opened the door, you could almost feel his dick through his trousers.

You walked in and Time watched as you stopped to place his gear as well as your own down after carring it for so long, as he watched you move around the room his eyes started to darken, you turned around to ask if he was doing okay but before you could he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall as his mouth found your neck.

"A-Ahh, T- Time," you said as you tried to pry his hands off of you, but he wouldn't budge, "w- what are you doing?" you asked as you tried again to push him away from yourself just enough to make a little bit of space between you and him.

"Sorry love, I just" he said as he started to unbutton your shirt while still keeping his mouth on your neck, "I want you ____."

"No, no, no, wait, Time, you don't mean that it's just the potion making you think that you want to do this" you say as you tried to push him away again but it once again did nothing as he turned his head just enough to look at you out of the corner of his good eye.

"I know what I'm saying ____ , no potion could ever make me confused about how i feel about you or what i feel towards you," he said as his mouth went down to your collar bone and started to slowly work its way down to your chest, "i want you love, i want you more then anything."You nod and look at the wall before turning your head to met his eye "okay, I'll do this with you but on the bed Time not the wall, and you better not regret this later."

"I won't." he said with a wicked grin before he kisses you on the lips and moves from the wall pulling you along with him towards the bed in the center of the room.

You let out a small gasp as Time pushes you down onto the bed and nips at your bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses and bites on your neck going down your body to your chest then stopping to kiss your stomach he looks up at you before he goes back to kissing down your body, You let out another gasp when Time nips at a section of skin right where it disappears below your trousers as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them down so he can remove them from you.

You let out a moan as you feel Time's warm mouth on your bare skin as he slides your trousers and underwear down all the way and off your legs. You moan in pleasure as your skin is exposed to Time's warm breath, his tongue lapping at your most sensitive areas. You arch your back as Time's tongue makes its way down your thighs, pausing at your most sensitive spot before making its way back up. You let out a gasp as Time slides two fingers into your most sensitive spot while his tongue continues to play with you. You grab the sheets and let out a small cry as you feel Time's mouth on you, his mouth moving up from your most sensitive spot to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking it while continuing to finger you. You feel Time push your hips back down onto the bed as his fingers leave you and he gets off the bed to take his own clothes off.

You let out a sigh as you feel Time now completely naked rejoin you on the bed, he slides his hands up your legs and over your hips and lastly to your hands so he can pull them up and above your head, as you clasp them together where he placed them without him having to tell you to.

He then slides his hands back down your body resting them on your thighs. Time looks down at you lying on the bed completely bear and for his eye and his eye alone as he smirks at you and leans down to whisper in your ear "ready love?" You nod at him as he starts to slowly slide into you.

You let out a small gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, you push back as he begins to move, loving the feeling of his hard length moving inside of you, he pulls your hips up meeting his every move and he continues to thrust into you slowly picking up his pace as he does so. You grab at the headboard as Time moves faster and faster inside of you, he kisses and bites at your neck and shoulder as he thrusts into you and you feel your climax building up inside of you, you let out a small cry as you come, once Time reaches his own high he climaxes inside of you.

You let out a small sigh as you feel him slide out of you and lie down next to you, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your waist as he closes his eye and mumbles "i love you" while placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You feel your own eyes close as you drift off to sleep, content in the arms of the one you love.

THE END

#ocarina of father time #linked universe x reader #lu time x reader #linked universe #linkeduniverse

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mastermindmiko · 5 months

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Potions Partners (The final part)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

word count: 2821

Warnings: the ending, mentions of death, FLUFF, an emotional author's note at the end

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck feel free to check out my masterlist where you can also find all the parts to this series.

Requests are open

The chatter is too loud to her ears, and she can hear some shouts along with some whispers. She can hear a loud voice as she blinks her eyes open, feeling the bright light penetrate her eyes, causing her to frown. She hears her brother’s voice say, pointedly, “I told you to give her a bit.”

“She was dead, and you’re unreliable.” Draco, she recognises

“Unreliable? says the death eater.”

“I’ve never gotten revenge for all those cuts you gave me, you better watch your back-”

“Stop bickering!” Hermione

“Is there any food here?” Ron asks, and she hears a slap, she assumes it’s Hermione scolding him. She opens her eyes and around her in a circle is Ron, Harry, Hermione and Draco. She sees them all smiling and she frowns, “What are all of you so happy about?”

“You’re alive.” Draco says, happily. She feels him squeeze her hands, comfortingly. She sees Harry glare at him and he folds his hands over his chest. Harry says, in a know-it-all tone that he’s surely picked up from Hermione, “I told you she would.”

“What happened?” She says, sitting up, feeling her head swirl around her. Hermione was the only one being helpful, lifting her head up and supporting it with a pillow from behind her back. She sends her friend a grateful smile. Harry said, “You died then came back, just like I knew you would.”

Harry sends Draco a pointed look at the end of his sentence. Draco rolled his eyes and instead focused on observing her, marvelling at her with loving eyes. She frowns, confused, “How?”

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later when you’re not just back from the dead, but long story short, I died and came back and since we’re connected, you kind of just had an extra life lying around and you used it up, so no funny business.” Harry explains, and she nods her head in understanding.

“Is he gone?” she asks, talking about Voldemort and grins break out on all their faces. Hermione nods her head, and a smile breaks out on Y/N’s face. She resists the urge of letting the tears of joy come out. Draco smiles and gives her a peck, not being able to resist her cute smile. Harry exclaims, “Woah, woah, woah. Stop with the public displays of affection-”

“I swear to Merlin, Potter, I will kill you right now, and you won’t be coming back.” Draco threatens, standing up, gripping his wand. Y/N’s eyes widen and she grasps Draco’s hand, taking his wand out of his hand, and grounding him next to her. She sighs, “Why are you two bickering this much?”

“Your brother was being an insensitive idiot.”

“Your boyfriend was being a whiny git.”

They both say at the same time then throw glares at each other glares. She ignores them both and turns to her sane friend and asks her, “Hermione, would you care to explain?”

“When you died, Draco got all sad which is valid, but Harry was still bossing him around telling him to fight or do something rather than cry over your corpse. Harry kept telling Draco that you would come back, but he didn’t believe him so he turned his nose into a pig’s nose.” Hermione explains, helpfully. Y/N sees Harry rubbing his nose sadly while Draco looks smug.

She looks around and doesn’t notice their surroundings. Her face comforts into confusion as she notices the weird appearance of the room. The walls are a neutral colour, but the dresser, closet and door were black. On the side of the room there was a bookshelf and on the other side there was a collection of records. She recognised them as her favourite records. She asks, “Where are we?”

Harry, Ron and Hermione look at Draco who is a blushing mess. Draco looks to the floor and Hermione places each of her hands on one of the boy’s shoulders. She says, “Let’s leave them to it, boys.”

Ron and Harry leave the room behind Hermione, but not before Harry turns and gives Draco a glare. Draco doesn’t pay him any mind and he grinds his teeth over each other anxiously. The door closes and she looks at him expectantly. He stutters, “Uh, r-remember a while after we broke up, after divination when I told you that I needed to talk to you.”

She goes through her memories and nods her head. His blush turns a darker shade of red. She holds his hand in hope that it would bring him comfort, but instead it makes him more shy. He gives her a nervous smile as he continues, “Professor Trelawney told me that she made a prophecy and that we would end up together.”

Her eyes widened at the declaration and he continued, “Well, after you didn’t talk to me, I kind of had a lot of time to myself. I had hope that we would get back together, and uh you know- spend the rest of your lives together, so I splurged a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I bought us a house, this house.” Draco said, quickly, some part of him hoping that she wouldn’t hear the words properly. Her eyes widen and he rubs his hands over his face. He groans, “I know, I know, I’m moving too fast, but in my defence, everyone in my family got engaged at seventeen- not that this is a proposal because when I do propose, it’ll be much more romantic-”

He cuts himself off when she reaches a hand to hold his face. She gives him a smile, and it’s loving and humorous. She lets out a chuckle and says, “Draco…it’s okay. Calm down.”

He exhales loudly and he nods his head. She kisses him, and she can feel him smile against her lips. It doesn’t last for long, but when they pull apart, she brings her bottom lip between her teeth, and she says, “I don’t mean to ruin the moment or anything, but I don’t think I’m ready to get engaged any time soon. Can you wait?”

“Darling, I was made for you. I’d wait as long as you’d like me to.” he says, and her heart flutters at his words. She waits a few moments then she says, “I might not be ready for that, but how do you feel about adopting a kid?”

“Uhh”

***

“Teddy, I swear to merlin, I will take away your broom, if you don’t come down here this second!” She shouts at him and he comes down the stairs with two big suitcases in each of his hands. He drags them down the stairs, causing loud thuds every time.

She huffs at the loud noise and folds her arms in front of her chest. Teddy finally sets his suitcases on the ground but looks to find out that he’s being looked at disapprovingly. She taps her foot on the ground and says, “What do you need two suitcases for?”

“To carry all my things because you’re giving me away.” he says with a fake pout that he uses on Draco all the time to get what he wants. She rolls her eyes and places the suitcases on the ground. The opens both of them up and finds that they’re both filled with only toys and books, no clothes except for one pair of underpants. She looks at him with a glare and he gives her a nervous smile. She huffs as she takes out the numerous toys, “We’re not giving you away, you’re going to live with Harry for a month then you’ll be back here with us.”

“I don’t get why you’re leaving for a month.” Teddy grumbles as he helps take out the toys from the suitcase only leaving the toys that he absolutely needed, same for the books. The front door opens and Draco says, “Because I’m taking Y/N on a vacation.”

“Why?” Teddy asks, as he goes to Draco. Draco just came back from work, sending in a notice that he won’t be able to work at the hospital for a month. Draco ruffles Teddy’s blue hair, and he lifts him up in his arms. He answers, “Because we got married.”

“Why?”

“Because we love each other, and she finally decided to day yes-”

She looks up at him, standing up. Pointing her wand at the no longer needed objects sending them up back to Teddy’s room. She interrupts her husband and rolls her eyes, “you didn’t wait that long.”

“I’ve waited for seven years!” he says, exasperated. “Everyone got married before us! But it’s fine, we did it now, no use crying over spilt milk.” Teddy giggles at Draco’s emotional rollercoaster of a monologue then he squirms a bit, making Draco set him back down.

“Okay, Teddy, go upstairs and get some actual clothes. And only one suitcase.” She orders him and Teddy groans, angrily, stomping his foot then storming up the stairs. Draco wraps his arms around her from behind holding her hand over her stomach. He plays with their wedding bands and his green ring that’s still on her finger, except now it’s moved a finger. Draco whispers, “You’re too harsh on him.”

“I am not.” she replies, sternly and she turns around to give his shoulder a light slap. He looks at her endearingly and he says, shrugging his shoulders, “I like the kid.”

“I like him too, but the only reason you like him is because he’s like you!” she says, and presses her pointer to his shoulder. He raises his hands up, in surrender, but his lips form a smirk, knowing that she’s completely correct. She seethes, “You spoil him!”

“I like the kid.” he repeats again, knowing that it’s going to get him nowhere. She rolls her eyes, and says, “It took Andromeda a lot of convincing to show her that Teddy would be in good hands, and you went and ruined him with your gifts. What type of seven year old has a broom and a mini quidditch pitch in their backyard!”

“The type that I helped raise, my love.” he says, and he pulls her closer to him by her waist. He presses a kiss to her forehead and her frustration melts away. He whispers, “You should start packing, my wife. Did you tell the ministry that you’ll be taking time off?”

“I just told Hermione to inform my boss.” she says, playing with his tie. He hums satisfied, and he presses a loving peck to her lips. He plays with a strand of her hair, saying, “I hear France is lovely-”

“You would know, you’ve been there before-”

“Hush, my darling.” he interrupts her, pressing a finger to her lips. She reaches out to bite it away from her lips, but by now all of her reactions have become predictable and he moves his fingers away quickly, setting his hand on her cheek. He continues, undeterred, “We’ll spend a whole month together, alone, uninterrupted-”

“I like the sound of that.” she says, and he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. They were interrupted by a scream. Teddy was standing with his clothes on the floor, he presumably dropped them, with his hands over his eyes. He shouts, “Couldn’t you have waited a few more minutes till Harry was here to take me?!”

“Now, now, Teddy, stop overreacting. It’s fine.” Draco says, taking a step away from Y/N in order for Teddy to feel more comfortable. Teddy raises a finger away from his eyes and looks at them, sceptically. He then takes his hands away from his eyes. He picks up his clothes from the ground and places them in the yellow bag he has.

Teddy had nearly two of everything. One yellow, and one red, each to represent a colour of his parents’ house. Draco always internally wanted him to be a Slytherin like him, that he would rub off on Teddy enough for that to happen. Y/N always knew he would be a Hufflepuff. They had a bet. If Teddy was a Slytherin, Y/N would do anything Draco liked for a whole day, but if Y/N won, Draco would have to take her on a trip.

The clothes Teddy brought weren’t nearly enough for a month, he loves to play which meant that he goes through clothes pretty fast. She looks at Teddy and asks, “Is that all the clothes you’ve got?”

“No, I’ve got more. I’ll bring them down.” he says, shaking his head. He takes a few steps away, heading towards the stairs then he turns around to point at them both, threatening, “You two better be at least five feet apart when I get back.”

He runs up the stairs and Y/N tells him to be careful. Teddy wasn’t down when Harry opens the door to the house and barges in, rudely like a true brother. He has sunglasses on. Teddy loved that Harry was an Auror, he thought he was so cool. Harry always made an effort to make him believe that more.

“Potter.” Draco greets, and Harry takes off his glasses, folding them over his shirt, making them hang there. He quirked an eyebrow at him and replies, “Malfoy.”

“Female Potter-” Harry greets his sister, and Draco tuts as he makes his way towards his wife. He looks at Harry with a smug grin as he wraps his arms around her waist. Harry glared at him before Draco said, “Wrong. It’s Malfoy, now.”

“Y/N Malfoy. Has a lovely ring to it, doesn’t it?” Draco teases Harry, watching as Harry’s eye twitches as his hands stay beside him, fisted. The teasing made her laugh at her brother’s expression, but made her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. They hear Teddy stomping down the stairs, he grumbles, “Hey! What happened to being five feet apart?”

They turn to look at him, making him notice the new person that has appeared behind him. Teddy’s face turns into a grin, and he once again drops his clothes on the floor, causing Y/N to sigh and runs to Harry. Harry lifts Teddy up over his shoulders, holding him by his ankles and for a second mid-lift she was sure Teddy would fall. She took a few steps forward and seethed at Harry, “Be careful.”

“You worry too much, Y/N.” Harry laughs as Teddy starts playing with his hair. Teddy takes Harry’s glasses from his shirt and puts it on his head. They were way too big for him, and it makes him look adorable. Teddy folds his arms over his chest, and repeats in a deeper voice, trying to be more like Harry, “You worry too much, Y/N.”

“Is his bag ready?” Harry asks her before she could scold him, and she looks back to find Draco fixing his bag for him. He hands the yellow suitcase to Harry. Harry hoists it up easily with one hand and he turns around with Teddy still on his shoulders. Y/N said, “Bye Teddy!”

He lifts his hands up to wave at her, and Harry takes a few more steps before Teddy starts shouting and squirming on top of his shoulders, “Wait! Wait! Put me down.”

Harry sets Teddy on the ground and he runs back inside the house. He hugs Y/N first and she wraps her arms around him, tightly. She presses a kiss to his head, and she doesn’t let him go. Teddy struggles for a second before stopping and saying, “It’s Draco’s turn now.”

“Draco can wait.” She says, firmly as she starts patting Teddy’s little head, watching as the blue colour starts to turn to pink, he’s shy. Teddy slips from her grasp by falling to the floor, escaping her tight grip. He gives Draco a hug and Draco ruffles his hair. Teddy waves goodbye another time then he walks out the house.

Teddy gets into the magic car that Mrs Weasley gave Harry as a wedding gift and Y/N watches as they fly away. She sighs, sadly, and Draco goes to wrap his arms around her in a hug from behind. He sways with her from side to side, hoping that it would calm her down. She rests her arms on his own, and he holds his hand.

“You know, you wouldn’t have to worry about him if there was someone else with him, so they could look after each other…” Draco trailed off as his hand moved down to her stomach. She grabbed his hand and pressed a loving kiss on it with a smile. Draco’s face brightened, expectantly before her smile dropped and she patted his hand twice, “I’m not getting pregnant Draco.”

She walks away and he frowns. She climbs up the stairs, planning to start getting her packing done. He could hear her footsteps get distant when he shouts, “It’s fine! I can wait another seven years.”

an: my god. I wrote this a while ago and now I'm editing it also a while before I post it, but, my god, I just love this thing so much, especially this chapter. There were so many times when I thought that this part could be better, but's just the perfectionist in me. I loved writing it from the first chapter to the last chapter, and I hope you loved reading it too. Y/N and Draco broke up and got back together a lot, trust me, I'm aware, but I hope you enjoyed them in both their ups and downs. If you read all the way till the end, I just want to say thank you. I can't believe that this story is over, every time I restart reading it for editing reasons, I get so attached and I feel my heart break every time I reach the end. Once again, I hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it, and thank you for reaching the end of this journey with me, it's a small journey, but that doesn't mean it meant any less to me.

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lumi-cake · 6 months

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⚠️TW: Mentions of depression and suicide attempt!!!!!!!!!!!!

⚠️ YOU ARE IMPORTANT SEEK HELP IF YOU NEED

⚠️ REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A FANMADE STORY

On a Friday evening, Pansy hosted a celebration in the Slytherin common room. All this week she has been sending out invitations. As the holidays drew near, you began to worry about returning home and felt quite overwhelmed by the amount of schoolwork and upcoming OWLs. Pansy and the other Slytherin boys were all busy and kept saying things like, "Can we talk later?" when you tried to talk to them and this is not the ideal moment y/n. You would always pretend to be happy and say that everything was OK and that you understood, but you could feel yourself eroding inside.

You made the decision to attempt to finish your essay for potions class before the party got underway. As your nervousness increased, the words started to run together. You threw down your book and ran to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. As you exit your room and enter the common room where Pansy was getting ready for the party, you uttered the word "Pansy" with apprehension "I am a little busy y/n can I come find you after the party starts?" she inquires. Naturally, you don't want to bother anyone, so you simulate a smile and nod. As guests begin to arrive for the party, the common room gets packed and the music and alcohol flow accordingly. As you observe everyone chatting and having fun, you start to wonder what it would be like to not constantly feel as though you are drowning. You notice that the Slytherin boys have also returned, and you see Pansy giggling with her classmates.

As you get up from where you are sitting and sprint back upstairs to the bathroom to splash more cold water on your face, you can feel the anxiety rising again in your chest. You stumble over some pills while reaching for a towel on the shelf. "Oh Merlin," you murmur as you pick them up to put them back, but you hesitate. You stop and think about it while you hold the pills in your hand. You hear the music and noise from the conversation downstairs as you sit down on the bathroom floor. How you would give anything for a few minutes away from your own thoughts. You unscrew the pill caps and transfer the contents into your palm.

As Pansy approaches the Slytherin boys, she searches the area for you and asks, "Have you guys seen y/n? I assured her that I would see her once the party got underway. She must be here somewhere because she wouldn't miss this. states Mattheo. "Yes, she ought to be nearby," says Draco. "maybe check her room?" Theo remarks. Before Pansy could find you, you came down the stairs with an unsteady body. Mattheo asked you curiously, "Have you been drinking?" You shake your head "No, Matt, I took a whole bunch of pills." "Pills?" Mattheo asks concerned. The entire group turned to face you. "What kind of pills y/n?" Draco questions. "Oh you know," you say, exhaling, "pills," as you finish. "Y/n" Draco yells, starting to get worried as they all get to their feet. "What do we do?" Asks Pansy as she starts to panic.

"We need to take her to the medical wing now!" states Theo. Your steps falter and Theo catches you. Despite the complete darkness, their conversation could still be heard; the way it echoed gave the impression that they were in a vacant room even if you knew they weren't. "Enough enough, just give her to me, I'll carry her," Mattheo remarks, sounding as though they were all talking over each other. With you in his arms, Mattheweo bolts from the common area, your friends trailing closely behind. Mattheo whispers to you, not sure if you can hear him, "Come on, stay with me, y/n". Matthew whispers to you, "Please come back to me. Come back to us."

(Part 2? Not sure this will get any reads or not but I would love some ideas of what you want to happen to y/n in part 2!)

#hogwarts #slytherin #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle #theo nott #draco malfoy

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easton-creations · 6 months

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Even If

A/n: hehe uh happy marauder fandom depression day. enjoy this random thing. Btw this was written awhile ago in the middle of the night sooooo might now be that good lol.

“Remus!” Came a voice bellowing up the stairs as Remus read his book in their dorm room. The young boy fought a smile but rolled his eyes when Sirius came barreling through the door. Imdeidetly Remus’ eyes were drawn to his clouds of grey, instantly melting into them. The rest of this hot young black drifting away.

Well…until Remus saw a flash of red. It was Sirius�� hair. It was bright red, curly, and short. Shorter then Remus had even seen it. Sirius’ eyes were filled with tears, because if you have ever come across the boy, you know, his best feature is his hair (well in Sirius opinion, Remus had very different thoughts on that (; ). So naturally…he's heartbroken.

Sirius threw himself into his boyfriend's arms making his next words a little muffled through Remus’ jumper, “How bad is it?”

Yes…Remus was laughing. But how could he not? “Its not that bad Sirius.”

But Sirius groaned at these words and looked up at Remus with teary eyes, “Don’t lie…”

“I’m not lying!” Remus broke out in a grin at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Yes you are…”

“I am not!”

“You know how I know?” His eyebrows furrowed, while Remus raised one.

“Mhm, how?”

“Cause you called me Sirius instead of Love or Babe or Si or pads.” Sirius' tears were freely flowing now and he sat in a criss-cross situation across the bed from Remus. “Are you not attracted to me now? Cause it will change back! I just have to get someone to help me.” At this point his head hung low and Remus knew he felt ashamed, “I’m sorry Moony…” His voice was meek and quiet. It broke Remus’ heart.

When he and Sirius started dating it became clear very quickly how much his parents have had an effect on him, cause from the very beginning Sirius believed that he didn’t deserve Remus’ affection. He always worried he wasn’t pretty enough for him, or that if he let down his perfect hair and let it get a little bit messy that Remus would leave him.

To Sirius’ his looks were everything.

To Remus, they were only a bonus. But sometimes it's hard to convey that to someone.

“Oh my love….Not at all!” Remus grabbed the front of Sirius’ shirt and pulled him to himself in a big hug (something that's always calmed both of them down), enveloping the smaller boy into his much larger form. “I’m sorry you feel like that baby. I think you are fucking beautiful no matter what. If you are fat and old, or young and short,” Remus tickled Sirius a little in the side, and Sirius let out a light chuckle, “Or dead and gone, and even if you're ginger…”

Sirius sat up quickly, his tears having dried, “I’M GINGER!” Sirius stands up and runs into the bathroom giving a loud shout into the mirror at the sight of himself. Remus smiled, grateful that his boyfriend is much more able to move past things than himself.

After a few seconds Sirius’ blushing head poked over the side of the door. “I love you too dork…” Then his head disappeared again, and all Remus heard was him muttering about his hair. Eventually Remus got up to help him turn it back to his normal colour of black. And while Remus figured out what to do Sirius told him about the group of kids who had caused the mischief. Apparently they had put out some kind of potion in all the drinks at lunch to dye all the students' hairs red. Sirius ranted for most of the time about who possibly could have done it, speculating about if it was a slytherin or maybe a Hufflepuff. Remus kept quiet, but in his mind he had a certain Red head that would have been perfect for the job.

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The ‘I love you even if…’s had continued on with their life. During their years at Hogwarts when Remus got dysphoria about his chest or his scars, Sirius would hold him and tell him ‘I love you even if…’s. Or when Sirius got a letter from his biological family or his brother said something, Remus would do the same. Once, after a mission for the order where Remus had to go off the radar for 2 weeks he showed up at home and muttered.. “Even if you're ginger…” before collapsing in his crying husband's arms.

When Sirius escaped from Azkaban and was on the run he showed up at Remus’ house, looking through the window. But never knocking, never saying anything, cause ‘Even if you thought I killed them?’

When Remus finally saw Sirius alone after 12 years he hugged him and whispered, “Even when you leave. Even when everyone doubted you. Even when I doubted you.”

On the night Sirius passed through the veil Remus sat in Sirius’ old room crying and yelling out into the empty void, “Even when you're dead and gone.”

Finally when the final curse hit Remus on the field of Hogwarts he heard a familiar voice say to him, “Even when you take forever getting here.” The shorter form hugged him tightly, swearing to never let go.

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beevean · 7 months

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As a writing prompt here's a neat idea: Imagine Soma having dreams about his previous life. More specifically of Isaac and Hector :)

Soma may have had rejected his fate, denied his nature as the reincarnation of Dracula, but that didn't mean his own soul didn't insist on reminding him of what he had turned his back to.

He had learned how to distinguish irrational dreams from real memories of his past lives, as confused and fragmented as they were. In his sleep, he felt all those emotions as acutely as he was reliving them again, and it turned out that Dracula felt everything with the intensity of a burning sun: love, hatred, grief, disgust, delight... A few times Soma would wake himself up by cackling, or shouting in rage in a voice that he could not recognize.

He dreamed of women, blonde women with kind eyes who made his dead heart soar, and made his eyes sting with tears he could not shed. He dreamed of horrible, fearsome men holding a whip - Julius' clan, and Soma could see something of him in their posture and stare, while Dracula was overcome by nothing but the thirst of death. He dreamed of a young blond boy in his father's lap, giggling with his little fangs shining, and it came naturally to Soma to love him as his son, despite not even knowing his name.

Soma would tell everything to Arikado whenever possible. The agent wanted to be kept updated on Soma's "condition", and Soma... well, he just wanted to vent to someone who wouldn't think he had lost his mind, or worry about him like Mina or Yoko, which didn't help his nerves one bit.

"Oh, you saw the Devil Forgemasters, Hector and Isaac," nodded Arikado one day, when Soma told him that two boys not much older than him had visited him in his dreams.

Soma raised an eyebrow. "Wow, for once you didn't play coy. Did you know them?"

"I did. They were Dracula's students of dark arts, and I crossed paths with them in the castle. What did you see in your dreams?"

Soma struggled to put the memories together. "Uhm, we were in a... laboratory of some sort? Full of potions and machinery and stuff. And I... Dracula was assisting them, I guess. The one with silver hair conjured a whole devil from a basin of pink water! I remember I felt pride at the sight."

The vision creeped Soma out, to be honest. He assumed that demons would simply... appear out of nowhere. He would have never imagined that they could be created from simple matter. And that was Dracula's magic? (He refused to think "his".) Creating life, on top of absorbing souls? Just how powerful was a Dark Lord?!

"Hector was Dracula's star pupil." And this time, Soma could have sword he had seen a corner of Arikado's lips twitching. "But both of them were formidable alchemists. They were born to dwell in the darkness and grow powerful from it. It's no wonder Dracula invested time and effort in training them."

If Arikado's words didn't bother Soma, he would have paid more attention to the twinge of jealousy creeping in his flat tone.

"But... they were human, weren't they?"

"They wouldn't be able to give you one answer."

"What do you mean?"

"Isaac prided himself on being inhuman. Being born cursed, mankind had shunned him, and so he sought solace in the realm of the devil. He was honored that Dracula had infused him with his magic, and believed that it made him something other and beyond mere humanity."

While Arikado explained, Soma could picture more and more clearly the redhaired man clad in black, the sneer he reserved at his companion, and the pure adoration that Dracula could nearly smell on him. So, Isaac saw himself as not human, because he was born with dark magic, and for him it was a source of joy. Soma stared at his own hands, suddenly very uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"And the other one? Hector, you said?" he asked, not able to mask the nervousness in his voice.

"Hector fled the castle, eventually." At that, Soma raised his head. Arikado was adjusting the handkerchief in his breast pocket, averting his gaze. "He, too, had been chased away from the land of man, and his potential for dark magic was even greater than Isaac's... but he chose to reject it and stay true to his humanity. And I eventually learned, from the Belmont records, that he slew Dracula himself when Julius' ancestor could not."

"I think I dreamed that one too. I had no idea holy magic cast by a cute mage burned so badly!" Soma laughed, chasing away the memory of the indignation Dracula felt that day. Right, they were nothing but memories. "I think I get what you mean. Thanks."

#castlevania #soma cruz #genya arikado #okay this was fun :)#thanks!#i have no idea how to write soma lol i just went for 'relatable teen'#beev's writing #akumajou dracula

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 8 months

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hmm... by any chance how would you imagine MC met each of the MinecraftHybrid! boys? Like was Joseph violent at first like how wardens normally are in the Ancient City and chilled as he got to see they were harmless? I think I saw you mention how they met Shaun and he probably helped them meet Jack and Rory soon too if I'm guessing, but I am just interested in learning how MC got to know each of the boys.

Ok, so you actually meet Ian first! You two meet in the cherry grove where he lives. He didn't talk to you for the longest time, simply watching you as you did your thing. The first time you catch more than a glimpse of him is when you save him from a zombie hoard

After a while Ian tells you about this wolf that will not leave him alone so you go out to deal with it. Bo doesn't trust you for anything until you pull a few bones from your bag. The bones worked a bit too well because now he keeps calling you master and refuses to leave your side

Bo kept asking you for a leash for his collar so you found a mangrove swamp to get some slime. What you didn't expect to find was a whole ass man just out in the woods. You could tell he was trying to play down his own excitement at seeing you so when he offered for you to come over some time you couldn't say no

During one your hang outs with Shaun Nick stopped by for his medicine. He loves water but it burns his skin if he touches it so Shaun makes him water res potions so he can take a bath every now and again, and not die in rain storms I guess. He's not very talkative but he gives you a poppy by the end of it so you think it went well

Seeing as you wanted to beat the enderdragon at some point you need to go to the Nether for blaze rods but Shaun stops you before you go. He says there might be a different way to get blaze powder that doesn't involve you getting in danger. He has a portal that leads right to a fortress and a very friendly man. Jack thinks you're great, doubly so when you and Rory get along, but he doesn't know about you taking his blaze rods. You two strike a deal that if you help him color-ify the fortress he'll get you those blaze rods

While stocking up for your battle with the enderdragon Shaun asks you to come with him while he gets more dark oak wood. He says there's ghosts in there but you're skeptical. That is until you meet the guy Shaun is so scared of. He looks like an allay but once you start to trust him he tries to stab you, so not the best first impretion

After finally killing the enderdragon you meet Jean, or Jean Jr seeing as his now dead mother was also named Jean...Wait what? "Yeah, that was my mom, thanks by the way, she was real bitch" Jean's kind of a hot mess in the overworld having never seen anything outside of the End but he's pretty cute

And, finally. You knew it was stupid, you knew it was a bad idea but you just had to. You had to find an ancient city. Once you get there you get a bit reckless and summon a warden. It's terrifying, your vision goes dark and all you can hear is your heart racing in your ears as you try and hold your breath. As he comes into view you see this warden looks more...person like than what you were expecting. In a last ditch attempt at saving your own skin you whisper a small apology. After that Joseph calms down, he didn't know you were a person, he doesn't think he could live with killing a person

And that all of them!

#tyrian-bizkits #minecraft hybrid au #whispers of an angry god #sdj Jack #sdj Rory #sdj Jean #sdj Joseph #sdj Bo #sdj Nick #sdj Shaun #sdj Ian #sdj Barry

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years

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Prompt idea: maybe some kind of supernatural!timmy giving the reader a love potion on Halloween?

Love your stuff by the way !!

I hope a witchy timmy is okay!

Cursed

Warnings: warlock!timothee POV, witchcraft, love potion, mentions of death, hell

I’d learned about potions and charms and shit as a boy in the village I grew up in and the only real take away from it was that they were a huge no-no. To be honest with you, I’d never even really had the desire to deal with them at all until I met y/n.

I’ve always thought of myself as a rather attractive person, and the attention I get from the young witches in the village definitely backs that up, well aside from y/n.

Damn her. With her soft curves and her long hair. Her effortless elegance that I doubt she even knew she had. She was half human/half witch and kept to herself, and even when I started purposely finding excuses to walk past her or bump into her, she only offered a crooked smile from over the pages of a book, which was different almost every day.

I wished she looked at me as much as she looked at books.

One day, I found her reading on a hill under a tree. Squirrels sat at her feet, a bird perched on her shoulder and all the stray village cats curled up next her. I rolled my eyes because she looked like a princess.

“Hi,” I said to her. The animals scurried away and she frowned a bit as she watched them run. She looked up at me and a small smile appeared on her face. “Sorry I scared your friends away.”

She shrugged, “they’ll come back.” She tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear and smiled up at me.

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound idiotic so I just sat on the grass next to her. “Whatcha reading?”

She kept her thumb in the book, marking her place as she closed it on her finger and showed me the cover. “The Wizard of Oz.”

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s a human book,” she said. “It’s about a young human girl who gets carried away to this magical place called Oz, where she goes on a quest to meet The Wizard.”

Why would she want to read a book about wizards? There’s one on every corner here. “Sounds boring.”

“Oh it’s not, it’s quite the tale.”

“What do humans know about wizards anyway?”

“What do you know about humans?”

I didn’t know much, other than she was one. Partly, at least. The only one in our village.

“You’re right, sorry.”

Y/n opened her book and went back to reading.

“Why don’t you ever talk to anyone?”

She shut the book back over her thumb and sighed. “No one ever talks to me, besides you, right now.” She eyed me suspiciously. “Why are you talking to me anyway?”

Because I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I saw you.

I didn’t say it, but I wanted to, so instead I said, “you always look lonely so…”

“So I’m a charity case?”

“I didn’t say that. I don’t think that. I want to get to know you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to know anyone.”

“Why?”

“Because people don’t like me.”

She started to sound annoyed, but I kept going.

“I like you.”

She was silent for a moment, studying me.

“You don’t know me.”

“I’d like to get to know you.”

She slid her thumb out of her book and laid it on the grass. She was paying attention to me now, and I couldn’t stop staring at her hands.

“No,” she said as she stood

“No? Why?”

She stepped away from her tree and started walking quickly. Her long skirt snapped with each step she took. “Just not a good idea.”

“How come?”

She turned a little too quickly and I ran into her. I wanted to grab her and take her away with me or at least hug her for a few minutes, but I didn’t. She was silent and for a second I thought she was going to turn around and take off again, but instead she sighed and said, “If I told you the truth it’d scare you.”

You could never scare me.

“Good thing I don’t scare easy,” I said.

She shook her head and took slow but deliberate steps toward me. “You don’t get it, and you never will. Not until it’s too late.”

She held her book under her arm, and it pressed her boobs together in a way that made it hard for me not to look at them. I swallowed hard as she took her last step toward me. She was close. Closer than I’d ever been to her before. I was able to see the light freckles that peppered her nose and stretched out to her cheeks. I never noticed them before. I was able to see the multicolored flecks in her eyes that I bet no one ever appreciated as much as I did in that moment. I wondered if anyone ever told her she was beautiful. If she ever heard those words come out of the mouth of someone who actually meant it. I would have told her right then but the intensity in her eyes told me that then was the wrong time.

“Too late?”

She nodded and inched her face closer to mine. My heart raced as it looked like she was coming in for a kiss. I knew she wasn’t but in that moment I pretended that that was what she was doing. She brought her lips close to my ear and whispered, “I am cursed.”

She backed away from me and stood, waiting for my reaction, like a single curse would have kept me away. I’d take my chances.

“Cursed.”

“Yep. Cursed. Hexed. Whatever you wanna call it.”

“By who?”

She shrugged and began to walk off. She walked fast, which was surprising for someone as small as she was. I jogged to catch up with her.

“Cursed how?”

“You ask way too many questions, you know that?”

“You don’t answer any of them.”

“Because it’s none of your business, Timothee.”

I stopped and it must’ve caught her off guard because she stopped a foot or so in front of me and turned. She had an apologetic look on her face, but it wasn’t what she said that made me stop. Well, maybe it was. She’d never said my name before, not to me, at least. And the sound of my name coming out of her mouth did something to me.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s not safe for you to be around me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. I-”

“Everyone I get close to dies.”

Well that shut me up. Is that why she was alone all the time? What about her family? Were they dead? Was she even telling the truth? I’d ask her but questions seemed to upset her. She picked up on my silence.

“Now, you see. So unless you want to die, I suggest you find someone else to get to know.”

I didn’t want to die, but I also didn’t want to live the rest of my life not knowing anything about y/n. I stepped forward, hoping to convince her that we could work around a curse or a hex. That we could figure out how to break it and I could show her what it’s like to be loved. But before I finished my step, she looked sad as she whispered “I’m sorry, it’s not safe.” She snapped her fingers and she was gone. It happened so quickly, I could still smell her scent in the air. I’d find her the next day and I’d keep trying.

When the next day arrived, y/n was now where to be found in the village or by her tree reading her weird wizard book. I slumped against the tree and sat where she sat the day before and many days before that. I thought of her curse; wether it was real or not. I thought of how long she’d been alone, scared of making friends or falling in love because she didn’t want to hurt them.

I hurt for her.

I leaned my head back against the bark of the tree and felt something tickle my cheek. I turned thinking perhaps a bug made it’s way onto my face, but there was no bug, instead it was 3 strands of hair stuck to the bark of the tree, and who they belonged to was unmistakable.

Y/n.

Carefully, I plucked the strands of hair from the tree and held them in my hand. As I stared at them and ran my fingers over the soft strands, a rather intrusive idea throbbed in the front of my head. It was an idea that was frowned upon, but an idea that instantly wormed its way in so deep. An idea that demanded to be carried through.

A love potion.

I raced home and that night, I spent hours trying to researching how to create a potion that would make someone fall in love with you. It had to be special, and it’d have to be one that could work without being consumed, because I doubted I’d be able to find her again, not if she didn’t want to be found.

I mixed elixirs and roots and magical powders into a small cauldron that once belonged to my mother. I shook my head as I mixed the ingredients together, she’d curse me if she found out what I was using her cauldron for. I dropped y/n’s three strands of hair into the boiling pot and stirred. The hairs dissolved and in a matter of minutes there was a knock at my door. I covered the cauldron with a lid and quickly hid my mess, no one could know what I had just did.

I unlocked my door and the person on the other side pushed it open.

“Did you really think a love potion would work, Timothee?”

It was the second time she used my name and it gave me the good kind of chills. I didn’t even care that she sounded mad again. I wanted to hear say my name in every emotion she could produce.

“I wasn’t making a love potion.”

She arched an eyebrow and jerked her head toward my desk. “What’s in the cauldron?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Then you won’t mind if I take a look.”

“Nope. Not at all.” Damn it all to hell.

She stepped over to the cauldron and opened its lid. She sniffed the steam thay billowed out of it and wrinkled her nose.

“Well first of all, you did it wrong. Second of all, why the fuck are you messing with love potions? You’re violating so many rules and-”

“Because I want you to want me like I want you.”

She was silent for a moment, opening her mouth a few times as if she was about to speak but decided not to.

“Who ever said I didn’t want you?” She finally said.

“You said you-”

“I said I couldn’t get close to you because you would die. Everyone I get close to dies.”

She stood next to the cauldron of now burnt love potion and sighed heavily. She looked like she was about to go on another tangent about how she was cursed and she destined to be alone. I didn’t want to hear that again, I only wanted to change it. I took hurried steps toward her, so she wouldn’t disappear again.

“Then maybe I have a death wish.”

I wrapped an arm around her and pushed her into me. She gasped at my contact, but she didn’t snap her fingers or disappear again. Good. She didn’t try and back away when I brought my face close to hers or pressed my lips against hers. When I kissed her she kissed me back. She hesitated a little bit and I found myself silently teaching her how to kiss with my lips against hers. I assumed she’d never been kissed before. In that moment, as our lips slid together and our teeth awkwardly clanked against each other’s, I didn’t care if it killed me. I only cared that she was mine even if only for a moment.

We kissed slowly then hungrily and when she pulled away she was out of breath and she was crying. The ground shook under us and the floor of my home gave way. When there was nothing left, we held onto each other and fell through the layers of the earth.

She wasn’t lying.

She really was cursed.

She looked at me as we fell. Confused and scared. “This hasn’t happened before.”

“You mean falling through the earth wasn’t a written in the handbook,” I joked.

“I don’t know, my dad didn’t give me a handbook.”

“Your dad?”

She nodded, holding me tighter as we continued to fall.

“Wait, your dad cursed you?”

Before she had a chance to answer we slammed on the hard floor of a dark, rusted cell.

“Where are we?” I whispered. Screams and moans of tortured souls echoed in the distance.

“Hell.” A dark voice answered.

“Hello, father,” y/n said.

“Hello, y/n.” He jerked his head towards me. “The sacrifice?”

I stiffened.

“No you’re not taking this one. He’s mine.”

I didn’t believe in Satan or anything for that matter. But as a slow, hungry grin stretched across his face exposing several rows of incredibly sharp teeth, I immediately knew I was in the presence of the devil himself.

“Very well. He’d better be dead in the morning.”

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hi so you know this post? i was looking at all the things you were originally gonna do with it and i saw the hogsmeade with harry so i was just wondering if you could write that also with gof harry :) it’s really such a pain in the ass trying to find fics of him cuz he’s so criminally underrated </3

Going to Hogsmeade with Harry

a/n - I kinda forgot the gof part sorry bestie I really wrote this over a WHILE and didn't look at your request for a hot sec there's literally no mention of it being gof Harry😭✋

Warnings: drinks??? (butterbeer not alcohol) not sure what else???

sorry but the bestie takes forever to even ASK

doesn't matter if you are together, he's speaking to Ron at literal midnight

"Yeah, I know they'd probably say yes but would they really? 'Cause I did that really annoying thing last week and I don't know if they're holding a grudge!"

and at some point he even managed to get Ron doubtful of if you'd want to go

and they both have a mini crisis because Ron's just a little too invested in your love life after Harry has spoken about it for weeks

"Mate, to be honest, you're making me doubt them - which is odd because I've never really done that before, they obviously like you." "But do they lOVE ME enough to go with me?!?"

why's he acting like this is a proposal???

Ron has no clue but just goes along with it slightly

after a minute to pause, Ron gets the fantastic idea of going to see Hermione for help

kind of 'forgets' to tell Harry because Harry may have asked he didn't tell anyone

but Ron had kept the secret for WEEKS okay, cut him some slack

"So, if, uh, theoretically, someone with dark-ish hair and a holy scar on his forehead wanted to ask someone that he really likes to go to Hogsmeade, how would he... go about that?"

she shakes her head because girl WHAT are these boys doing

also, Ron is totally indiscreet and basically just told her over breakfast before Harry was there

and bess frenn was not quite using an indoor voice

he used a very shouty stage whisper

and now Ginny knows

and Ginny may or may not have told Neville in transfiguration

and Neville may or may not have told Cho in the greenhouse

and Cho may, okay, she definitely told Luna

who was kind of forgetful in the fact that you weren't meant to know

so, she mentions it whilst on a walk with you

"Harry wanted to take you to Hogsmeade, although now I'm not so sure. I heard about it on Monday so maybe it was a sudden impulse since he hasn't asked. What do you think?" "Well... I think I'll wait it out until he says something for now. Thanks, Luna."

okay so now she's done half his job for him

should be easy from then on, right?

wrong

and you really give him every opportunity

I mean EVERY

bestie is fumbling and you're stood there like ummm is he going to ask me out???

then one day you basically give up the pretence that you have no clue what's going on and straight up talk about it like you are already going together

"So, I'm thinking that when we go on Saturday, we should obviously go to Madam Puddifoot's because apparently she knows everyone's tea strength and milk to sugar ratio and whatever so that's really cool, and then-" "Huh? Did I ask last night because I don't really remember and I was really tired so I mean... I'm sure I would have woken right up if you had said yes though, so I'm not sure how I can't remember asking!" "Harry, you didn't. Until now, kind of, I guess. So, yes, Harry, I'll go with you to Hogsmeade and now we need to sort out where we're going. Talk later, yeah?"

woah

he's astounded

Ron hears about it in Potions through a note/several ones that have literally quoted what you said word for word

Hermione hears in Transfiguration from Harry and Ron, with the latter instantly telling her as soon as he walks up to her

now Ron and Hermione are basically Harry's therapists till Saturday

Neville is sat next to them whilst Harry's going off on a rant and has wide eyes whilst Ron and Hermione are like 'yup, this is nothing new, getting a bit bland'.

so, when Saturday comes and you wait in the Great Hall, Hermione literally runs up to you

"Take him away from us, like, now. I can't listen to any more from him and he keeps asking if his scarf is askew? Since when does he care?"

so you're off

he apologises for making you go through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and you tell him multiple times it's no problem

besides, it gives you privacy to hold hands and have him swing them whilst they're clasped together

bestie he hit your hand on the wall by accident and five minutes were spent with him asking if you were okay and examining your hand

when you finally get out of the tunnels and whatever you naturally gravitate to Madam Puddifoot's because Harry wants you to be happy with where you're going and you already mentioned it so it's the first stop

aww adorable

anyways

you and Harry swap drinks at a point even though they're meant to be tailored to you specifically not the person you're on a date with

but you swap to see what the other person likes even if you both end up pursing your lips at how sweet or not sweet the other person's is

you swap back and laugh together as you talk about practically anything

if you're a bookish person then you definitely stop by a book shop and Harry frowns as he sees an old book by Gilderoy Lockhart until you steer him away

he reads the blurb of every book you pick up because he wants to know what you like and you try to recommend books to each other

if you end up with a kinda big stack of books propped up by one arm while you look for others, he'll take half the pile no matter how many he already has

then oopsie daisy he accidentally pays for a few of them

"Harry, I could have paid myself! When do you want the money back by?" "You don't need to pay me back, Merlin knows I have enough money anyway, and you don't owe me anything, promise. If you're that worried you can pay me back whenever you want, I don't mind."

okay that earns him a hug with the bags of books looped around your arms

if you jostle a bag and he sees it has left a stripe on your arm from the handles or anything, he's taking the bag

asking first, of course

you go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together or another drink and then try not to laugh at the froth that appears above each other's lips

"I see only one solution." "What's that?" "Obviously gotta get it off somehow." Then, he runs his thumb over your lip before saying, "Nope, don't think I got it off. Only one thing for it." Next, he's kissing you, something you eagerly return.

then a teacher walks in and since basically everyone knows Harry, basically everyone knows he's not supposed to be in Hogsmeade

you duck immediately

Harry's quizzical before he spots the teacher and drops to be under the table

he bumps his hand on the way

you facepalm before kissing his knuckles, claiming the classic 'a kiss will make it better'

he blushed before a look of disappointment crosses his face

"What is it?" you hiss from below the table, "Does it hurt more now that I did that, sorry." "No, no, it's great, never felt better! Just realised I could have done that in the tunnels. Missed opportunity." "It's never too late," you grin and raise an eyebrow, "I actually think it still stings, maybe you should return the favour, make it better." "I think I should, too." And he does, as you giggle together under the table in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday, muffling laughs in each other's shoulders and hoping the teacher doesn't hear you.

it becomes a thing you do whenever you have free time on Saturdays and Harry isn't defeating someone or anything

after a while, Harry becomes less nervous for each date

but don't worry, they're all just as special as the first

that scene where there's snow in Hogsmeade?

yeah, you go together in winter too

you have snowball fights against Ron and Hermione

it's half so that they'll maybe actually get together finally and half because you and Harry really want to be on a team with each other

you make little bases which are just mini hills of snow you hide behind while you make snowballs to chuck

if you forget gloves, don't even worry, he's got a spare pair

there are some moments where Ron rolls his eyes at the displays of affection you two have

for example, once Harry didn't have spare gloves so he just made snowballs and guided you to put your hands on top of his and make them with him

cuties alert 🚨🚨🚨

another time is when you are scrambling across the snow to try to invade your opposition's base to pelt them with snowballs, you fall to the ground and Harry, who had been distracting them, rushes out to check on you

woah, sacrificing himself to the snowballs for you, that's true love

he leans over you as you flat on your back before you laugh and put your hands on his cheeks

he ignores the chill from your gloves sourced by making snowballs and grins down at you

just as he's about to kiss you, Ron hits the two of you with a snowball in the literal tiny gap between your lips

Hermione thwacks him (gently) and then the moment is sort of, but not really, over

so she joins Ron in chucking snowballs at you until they run out and literally just start gathering fistfuls of snow

Harry pushes over so that you're both on your sides facing each other but his back is to Romoine (I can't keep writing both their names again I'm sorry-) as he gets attacked with snowballs and is basically your shield

and he just chuckles every time he's hit before acting like he's wounded, asking you to kiss it better-

then, he signals for you to run as he grabs the invisibility cloak from his pocket and hands it to you

you know what he means and get up carefully, darting behind a little snow mound whilst Romoine are grabbing more snow armfuls

you sneak around in the cloak to your previous base and carry as many snowballs as you can manage in your arms until you stand behind the two

they couldn't see you weren't there since all they can see is Harry shuffling around and as silly as it sounds, it's a major tactic

you pat a snowball into the base of Ron's neck as he jumps and looks at Hermione

then, when he looks away, Hermione gets one there too

Hermione looks at Ron before practically tackling him, a new pyramid of snowballs set up by you and they don't stop to think about how they got there

you run back to Harry as he smiles

"Every person for themselves?" "Godric, no. Let's just wait to see how long they fight, it's funny."

when they realise it was you, Harry states 'all is fair in love and war' smugly before you two end up running, you trying to unfurl the cloak from where it lies over your arm and toss it over the both of you

like it would help cover the footprints in the snow but whatever

you run back to Hogwarts and sit in front of the fire together later, Harry and you sharing a blanket

if McGonagall sees you huddled together and wonders why you would have gone into the snow if Harry didn't have parental permission to Hogsmeade even when she already knows the answer, she says nothing

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