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frenziedfireworks · 10 months

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Book Exchange

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary : You read quite a risque book next to your best friend and the next few days are filled with lots of tension.

CW : SMUT, f!reader, 18+ Characters, Praise/Degradation, fingering (f! receiving), breeding kink, possessive!seb (if u squint), lots of teasing & cheesy petnames

A/N : I thought of this idea a few days ago and have been working hard on it LMAO. I love the game and have such bad brainrot - if anyone has requests for the hogwarts legacy characters.. send them my way <3

Sebastian and you had been close for a long time. I mean with everything you two had gone through it was only plausible. He was your rock, best friend, and maybe.. secret crush. He didn’t need to know about that though! Besides, you would never want to ruin what the two of you had.

“You’re staring. What’s wrong?” Sebastian’s voice took you out of a daydream. You shook your head as the boy raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing. Just was thinking about the potions essay.” Sebastian groaned, throwing his face into the couch pillow.

“Don’t remind me. This is supposed to be our break, you know.”

He was right. For it being Christmas break it didn’t feel as much. All of your professors were going overboard with the homework as if a few weeks off would make your brain go smooth. You had barely any time to read or venture around with the looming thought of essays.

“It is quite tedious. I don’t get why they continue to add even more work.”

“Beats me. I think they just like to watch us suffer. Either way, I still don’t like them. I’m taking a nap.” Sebastian adjusted himself over the couch, laying his legs across your lap. You smiled as you rested your hands on his limbs, looking at his relaxed face. He was quite beautiful when he wasn’t talking himself up or making snarky remarks. Not that you would tell him that, you would never hear the end of it.

‘Does dear Y/N really think I’m beautiful? Am I like your little swan, my love’

You shuddered at the thought and rolled your eyes. He would. With this time alone, or more so, without Seb bothering you to death you looked around and took out your book. Nobody would catch you this late and it wouldn’t hurt to read.. It made you nervous thinking about if Sebastian woke up and caught you with such a scandalous book but you couldn’t help yourself. You had always secretly loved dirty literature. You’d go into a quaint bookshop where your friend, Agatha, had a hidden section for women like you. The scandalous and degenerative novels.

His fingers trailed down her bodice, lips making their way down her neck. Their breaths combined as he yanked at the last remaining garments.

You held your breath. You knew you were finally getting to the good part.

“Darling, you are ravishing. Look at you, such a smart and pretty girl, open all for me..” His hands circled her neck, pulling her ever closer. “Say it. Go on.” She shuddered at his domineering voice.

“Merlin’s beard.” Sebastian grumbled as he adjusted his back.

You had almost screamed, shuffling your book into your bag. Sebastian was just as shocked, holding his chest as if he had just had a heart attack.

“I think I’ve just died. What in the world did you jump for?” Sebastian breathed out, hand rubbing at his eyes.

You calmed yourself, rubbing soothing circles into his leg.

“Sorry. You moving scared me, I was out of it.” You gave him a small smile hoping that he wouldn’t pry anymore in his sleepy state. He just hummed and closed his eyes.

“Right. Try not to jump next time I wake up, yeah?” A half smirk made his way onto his face. You only nodded, continuing to fidget for the next few minutes. Maybe reading improper literature in the halls wasn’t your best idea.

—

It had been a few days since that incident and you and Sebastian were out and about. He had decided that going on a walk would ‘clear your minds’ before going back to the hell that was classwork. You had to admit that seeing his nose and cheeks tinge with a lovely shade of red was worth freezing your ass off.

“It’s pretty isn’t it?” Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes wandering across the fields of snow. It was gorgeous but you couldn’t help but think that your view of him was much more of a sight.

“It is.” You murmured, watching as he turned to meet your eyes. He gave you a small smile, one he reserved for moments like these. The calm and kind Sebastian, the unprotected one that he let almost no one see. You liked this Sebastian. It made you feel special. He let you in to see his vulnerabilities and you felt like you could melt away in them.

“It’s getting late, you know. Wouldn’t want to get in trouble getting back after curfew.” His tall frame ushered behind you and weaved his arm around your chest. His head laid against yours and you swore Medusa had turned you to stone. You took a few slow breaths trying to calm your racing heart and finally spoke.

“A few more minutes couldn’t hurt Seb.”

His lips lingered by your ear and his scent engulfed you.

“Trying to get us in trouble? Such a naughty girl.”

Your whole body lit up in flames. Sebastian was a flirt but he had never said something so brazen before. There was no way in hell he was doing that on purpose, he had to be trying to get a rise out of you or something.

“Oh shut up. You’re one to talk.” Your voice cracked and suddenly your shoes looked very interesting.

“Heh. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Let’s get back.” Sebastian smacked your back and began walking away without a second word. Your mouth was almost on the ground. You would kill him if he didn’t kill you with his comments first.

—

Things had turned back to normal after your little moment. Well as normal as it could be. The comments he made still lived in the back of your head and got louder as you tried to sleep at night.

You had tossed and turned in bed for what felt like hours, dirty thoughts of Sebastian plaguing away. His large and calloused hands making their way down your body. His broad chest caging you against the bed as his fingers yanked at your undergarments. God was it insufferable. You finally got up and looked around the room for your bag. You desperately needed release or something to take your mind off the impurities of Sebastian.

Perfect.

Your hand pulled at your book and you settled down into bed again. It couldn’t hurt to finish the novel and at least there was no prying eyes while you were alone.

—

There was a bang against the door waking you up from your much needed sleep. You raised your head from the comfort of your pillows with a loud groan hoping it was enough to get whoever it was to go away.

“Sebastian has been annoying the shit out of me for hours, Y/N. I cannot take him for much longer and he has been begging for you. Can you please come take care of your boyfriend?” Imelda’s voice echoed through the dorm halls.

“He isn’t my boyfriend!” You moaned as you got up to get dressed. Leave it to Sebastian to keep you up all night and wake you up early.

“Yeah and I’m not good at Quidditch! Just keep him out of my sight!” She barged away, a few profanities leaving her mouth.

You begrudgingly made your way through the halls of the common room to be met with the puppy dog eyes of your best friend.

“Y/N finally! I was starting to think you’d never wake up!” Sebastian automatically took your arm in his and led you over to one of the empty couches.

“Wish I hadn’t. Wouldn’t have to deal with your ugly face then.” Sebastian mocked offense and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say. I have a busy day planned for us.”

The boy went over his need for a few potion ingredients, something about losing a bet with Ominis and how you would accompany him to Hogsmeade. You just nodded along, half asleep as he continued to dawdle.

“So then when I get that all done- Y/N are you even listening to me?” His hand shook at your form and you rubbed at your eyes.

“Yeah, your potion for Ominis and everything. I got it Seb. Let’s just get it over with.” You stretched and motioned for him to get walking.

“Jeez, someone didn’t sleep well. Nothing a few butterbeers can’t cure though.”

—

Half of the day you spent standing behind as Sebastian bought things. He even went and bought a few new sweaters with your ‘much needed approval’ as he put it. It was quite funny seeing him strike a pose or two whenever he tried on a new outfit. In your mind though Sebastian was handsome enough to pull off a garbage bag if he wanted to.

“Now we can go get those much earned butterbeers.” His cheery disposition made you grin as he tugged you along to the Three Broomsticks. You two quickly made your way over to ‘your table’.

“Oh if it isn’t trouble. I was starting to miss you two.” Sirona plopped down two butterbeers and grinned. “On the house today.” She walked away as you both spouted your thanks and got to drinking.

“Today wasn’t too bad was it?” Sebastian asked.

His hair was a bit askew and his new green sweater made his eyes blend with the caramel color of the drink. He was absolutely breathtaking.

“Yeah, not too shabby. You like pulling me around?” You joked. Sebastian’s fingers brushed against yours on the table and he sent you a look you had never seen before.

“Oh trust me there’s a few other things I’d like to pull you into.”

Your mouth went agape and it felt like you had just walked across hot coals.

“You-”

Sirona interrupted the two of you with a smack to the table.

“The two of you best leave, have to close early I’m afraid. One of my dear friends fell ill.”

Your brain had barely processed the words before the two of you were being shooed out the door and Sebastian was walking you back to the castle.

“She was in a rush. I’ve never seen her so concerned. I hope everything will be alright.” Sebastian filled the empty void with words but you couldn’t pay attention. The heat along your core still flamed as you took each step. How much longer was he going to keep up this charade?

—

You were having a major sense of deja-vu. Your eyes circled the drapes of your bed as your thoughts ran wild with Sebastian. Again. A plan had to be made because there was no way you could continue to be in his presence with the comments and tension. Would you tell him your feelings? No. Could you flirt back? Not to save your life. Whatever could you do.. You punched your pillow in defeat and got up looking for your book. You rummaged through your bag when something caught your eye. There was a book in there that hadn’t belonged to you. You brought it into the light and your soul left your body.

It was a scandalous novel. A new one that you had not yet read or bought. You peeled the cover open and a card dropped into your lap.

‘You don’t need to read these sinful books to get what you’re looking for. Although it was quite hot to see you do such a lewd thing right in front of me. You’ve got balls. Enjoy this one, yeah? Maybe we can even act it out once you’re done.’

If it was possible to die of embarrassment you would already be ten feet underground. Sebastian had caught you that night and enjoyed it. Who knew how long he had sat there and watched you squirm as you read the words. Not only that but he had the gall to buy you another and write such a cheeky note. Your body hummed with electricity at the thought of reenacting such stories with Sebastian.

You had a book to read.

—

You practically ran down the corridor stairs in the morning. You had come up with a perfect plan to corner him in his own game. Your mouth formed into a devious grin as you spotted Sebastian. Slowly, you approached him and ran your finger over the back of his neck. His eyes raised and his cheeks were dusted with a sheen of rose. You gave him a casual smile and sat down.

“Morning Seb. Any plans for today?” You asked as you laid your legs across his lap and stretched your back revealing just a tiny bit of your stomach. His grip on your thighs got just a tad tighter.

“I-Uh no. You have anything in mind?”

“Quite a few things actually. You game?” You rubbed at his hand, attempting to connect the dots with his freckles. You could hear his uneven breathing from the other side of the couch and that only fed into your newfound confidence. You tapped against his hand again.

“I said are you game or not?” Your voice commanded and his hues widened like saucers.

“Of course. When would I not be?” He exasperated and dug his nails harder into your flesh.

“Mm.. good boy. That’s what I thought. Come on then.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you heard the tiny gasp leave his mouth. It wasn’t even seconds before he was in tow following you like a mother hen.

You cackled silently to yourself when you made your way to the front door of the Great Hall and turned. Sebastian had never looked so confused nor dissatisfied in his life.

“I’m starving!” You made your way down to your usual seats and watched as his sulky attitude got worse. His grip on his poor spoon would soon break it if he wasn’t careful.

“Your plans are to eat? That’s it?” His voice was deep and annoyed, dark eyes following the movement of your lips. Seeing him like this made you uncomfortable. Not in a bad way of course, but more so extremely turned on.

“Yeah? Like I said I was hungry. Thought we could go out and play gobstones-“

“You think you’re fucking funny?” His grip was suddenly not on the spoon but your shoulder, lips lingering on your ear.

“I think I’m fucking hilarious.” You whispered under your breath. That was obviously the wrong move because he ripped at your shoulder, practically dragging you out of the hall.

“Fucking brat. Think you’re funny. I’ll show you fucking funny.” Sebastian grumbled as he shoveled you down the Undercroft stairs. Your core clenched at his snide remark and part of you hoped that he really was angry. Maybe he would finally stop dancing around the subject of you two.

Sebastian’s hand pushed you against a pillar as the other slammed next to your head. He had perfectly sandwiched you beneath him, his dark eyes watching your every move.

“Not talking much anymore, are you?” His breath danced against your face, nose nudging against yours.

“Kiss me already.” You groaned and Sebastian took action. His mouth was everywhere at once. Dangerous kisses were pressed against your neck and jawline, his teeth rubbing against the flesh enough to leave red marks. He moved slowly as if you were prey, his eyes watching the way you squirmed under his gaze.

“You’re lucky I want to kiss you. I wouldn’t be giving you it so easily otherwise.” His face melted into your own, tongue prodding its way into your cavern. His hands roamed your body earnestly pulling at almost anything he could touch. Your whole body was jolting from the little touches, feeling as though he had made you anew.

“Seb-” You moaned as his hands ran beneath your shirt. It was tantalizing the way he rubbed the plush of your stomach, eyes pleading you to take off the garment. You could only nod in consent before he had thrown it halfway across the room. His hues took your form in, tongue wetting his lips.

“You’re fucking beautiful. I’m going to ruin you.” His hands worked at the hooks of your bra and he raised an eyebrow in confirmation. You don’t know where the sudden confidence came surging from but you moved his hands and trailed it slowly down your body. Part of you wanted to hide but it was too late for that. He had already seen you and besides, you had been imagining this for quite some time.

“God. Look at you.” Sebastian shoveled his hair back and dove in. His lips circled your nipple, teeth tugging at it just enough to make you yap.

“Fuck! Sebastian please.” Your nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to lap and massage your tits. He looked absolutely sinful making eye contact with you from such an angle.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” His hand came down to slap your tit and an equally evil grin appeared as he heard your moan.

“P-Please. Put your hands on me.” Wanton moans passed your lips as he continued to indulge in his pleasures.

“My hands are already on you. See?” You could practically see his ego soaring as he kneaded your breasts.

“More.”

“More? Aren’t you demanding?” Sebastian mocked as his fingers trailed your waistband. He pulled at the soft material and danced on a fine line of barely touching you. He was slow and agonizing as he pulled at the buttons of your skirt, continuously glancing to watch your reactions.

“Sebastian, please. I need you.” Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt getting even more agitated by the second. His hands swatted yours away and quickly stripped away the cloth.

“You’re a greedy little thing. I swear I could’ve thought you were teasing me not even ten minutes ago. Now I have you pliant and needy. Should I really give you what you want?”

Your hands splayed against his bare chest and there was nothing more you wanted to do than to be one with him. A sudden primal desire to be as close as humanly possible and feel his muscles convulse against you. You knew that Sebastian wanted to hear you beg and you would give him whatever he wanted.

“Please. I’m begging you. I’ll be good.” You choked back a moan as Sebastian ripped your outfit off at the seams. Your underwear and skirt pulled away in one swift move and his hands rubbed deliciously at your inner thighs.

“Gonna be my good girl, Y/N? Gonna give me what I’ve been craving?” Sebastian hovered his hand over your core for a few seconds to let his words seep in. Your body yearned for his touch and you couldn’t help the way you bucked into him.

“Yes! I’ll be your good girl.” You practically yelled as his fingers finally dipped through your folds. He hummed in response and leaned back in to kiss you. His teasing had come to a stop when you felt his first digit slowly push into your heat.

“Oh fuck!” Your head fell against the pillar and your arms shook against his back.

“You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside of you.” Sebastian began plunging in and out, his pace brutal. You had thanked Merlin that Ominis was busy because you were sure anyone coming near the Undercroft entrance could hear your screams. You could feel the string in your stomach becoming tighter by the second and Sebastian noticed too. He picked up the pace and added another digit making your eyes cross.

“Who makes you feel like this?” Sebastian grunted as his thumb rubbed at your nub pushing you even closer to the edge. Your hands gripped to his form for dear life as your orgasm finally hit.

“You! Fucking hell. Sebastian, all you!” Your head rested against his shoulder as he continued to pump his fingers in and out to prolong your high.

He gave you a few seconds before withdrawing his fingers and bringing them up to his lips. If you hadn’t just came you were sure you would’ve from the sight alone.

“You’re ridiculous.” You whispered as he pushed his boxers down and his hard cock slapped against his stomach. The sight alone made you drool.

“It’s all your fault.” Sebastian chuckled and swiped his fingers across your slit. You jolted in his hold and watched him in a trance as he used your slick to pump his cock. You had never seen a more erotic view in your life.

“I’m gonna fuck the life out of you now. Okay?” Sebastian’s words knocked any air out of your lungs. He was so vulgar and yet you felt yourself convulsing around nothing, wishing for nothing more than to be pummeled by the man.

A small please passed your lips before he was frenzied. He snapped his hips into yours, not even waiting for you to adjust as he got to work. It felt as if you were a rag doll being thrown around with the animalistic pace he set. Every spot within you was on fire and if it kept it up you would explode.

“F-Fuck Seb! So good.” Your back knocked against the pillar as he groaned.

“Fuck yeah. Only I can make you feel like this.” His grip was sure to leave bruises. Not that you really minded. If anything it only added to your pleasure.

“I can feel you tightening princess. Is the little slut gonna cum again?” His wicked words made you gasp and lose your composure. Your body shook as you came, Sebastian still impaling you on his cock in search for his high. You could tell he was close from his unintelligible groans and praises.

“Fuck! Good girl. Take it.” Sebastian’s dark eyes closed shut as he leaned his head onto you. His hot seed filled you up and the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing.

Sebastian pulled out of your wet heat, both of you whining in the process. His eyes shot up to yours and he grinned.

“That was so fucking good. I’ve wanted that for so long.”

You could only laugh and nod in agreement.

“Me too. Does that mean we’re done with the charade of being best friends?” You looked around the room for your top as he hummed.

“Yeah. Reckon my girlfriend deserves a proper date now.”

“I would sure hope so after getting my brains fucked out!”

Laughter filled the Undercroft as the two of you redressed. Maybe you would read more dirty literature in the halls if it led to this.

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“NOT SCARY AT ALL”

This stone bird appeared in the second half of winter. Even at Christmas she was not there, and in February she was already looking at Harry with her blind stone eyes. The bird was definitely conjured, because it was one with the tombstone, as if it was born from it. It was a raven with folded wings and a slightly open beak. As if he wanted to say something.

One could only guess who decided to decorate the grave of the professor, and why it was a raven. Not some bat, not a snake, finally. A raven. Perhaps it was the symbol of wisdom and death. Yes, Harry even read about it specifically in Agatha Daredevil's book "Symbolism in Magical Transformations".

"Raven," she wrote, "has long meant mind and has been associated with death. He embodies prophecy and insight. Crows in stories often act as psychopomps connecting the material world with the spirit world."

Don't ask why Harry needed to know about the raven. And even more so, don't ask why he visited the grave of his former professor so many times in a row. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

They say that criminals are drawn to the crime scene. But it was there—in the Screaming Hut, where he left him to die all alone, bleeding. But here… This grave was just a pit with a stone coffin in which Snape's remains were placed — evidence of Harry's crime. But he remembered the basics of first aid, he remembered, and then for some reason he thought that he was powerless before fate itself.

Harry still dreamed of Snape, paralyzed by Nagaina's poison, unconscious. His light warm breath, his eyes glazed with pain (but not from death). How long had he been lying there when they left before he died? A couple of minutes? An hour? Or maybe more?

Harry first visited his grave in June. He came alone and at dawn, sneaked in there like a thief. He was going to make some kind of speech, ask for forgiveness. But even though there was no one to eavesdrop on her, Harry couldn't get a word out of himself. Instead, for some reason, he burst into tears like a child. At the funeral — Lupin and Tonks, Freddy, baby Creevey, Snape himself — did not cry. But then... the speech was successful only in August.

Since then, Harry had been dropping in on the professor at least once a month, on one of the extra-curricular Saturdays. I told him about my life, shared all sorts of nonsense. He did not ask for forgiveness, as if he knew that the professor no longer holds a grudge. And as if he understands.

***

“Do you mind if I sort out your things?” Harry asked in May.

Only yesterday, the Hogwarts cemetery paid tribute to the memory of those who died in the battle. Today, the usual silence reigned here again.

“No one has touched them all this year. However, the elves have recently collected... how should I say... personal — clothes and all that. There are papers left in your office. No one knows who would need them, and I told McGonagall that I could take them. Not all of them, of course. But... something important. She said she would have given it to my mom if she were alive. But she's not alive, and you're out… So you don't mind, I think.”

The grave did not answer, nor did the raven. Their tacit permission was granted.

There was a warm spring calm. The sun was hot, the back and the back of my head were hot. It was like someone's tight embrace.

***

Surprisingly, there were few papers. So — study plans, several business and personal letters (Harry decided not to poke his nose into envelopes with the Malfoy coat of arms, but to forward them to Draco) and books, most of which were with a library seal, and over which Madame Pince then groaned.

"Professor Snape was constantly delaying the delivery of books! But about this one — he lied to my eyes in an impudent way, said that some scoundrels stole it and burned it!".

In the top drawer of the desk, under stacks of blank paper, Harry found an old, battered diary. The entries in it were completely irregular, sometimes Snape forgot about the diary for several months. There were potion recipes, whole phrases in runic notation, addresses (Harry assumed they were potion customers or ingredient suppliers), and drawings and squiggles that Harry remembered from the Potions textbook.

The guilt that seemed to have calmed down over the past year came flooding back to Harry. He randomly leafed through this old notebook and thought about how much he had personally deprived the magical world. If Harry had stayed, he would have helped Snape, if he had called for help, the professor could have been saved. And with him — his developments. Dozens of useful potions and spells. Cured diseases, solved problems and saved lives…

Harry shifted the notebook to his other hand and started leafing through from the end. On the last filled page, at the very bottom, a bird was drawn in ink. Smooth body, large open beak and folded wings. It was the same raven that appeared on Snape's tombstone in winter. Words written in the professor's familiar small handwriting seemed to fly out of the raven's mouth:

"Feed the bird."

In the lower right corner there was a postscript made in pencil:

"If you go to feed, take a broom."

Harry loved riddles, but he didn't like being overcome by excruciating excitement. Like, for example, this time.

***

Harry took with him a broom and treats for the raven. There was a piece of bread and a sausage wrapped in a paper bag in his pocket. In his mind, the raven would definitely have been treated to some of this.

It looked stupid. He was standing in the middle of the cemetery with a broom and trying to stuff his breakfast into the mouth of a stone statue. She refused to eat.

“Feed… Feed the bird. But how?!” he muttered, feeling himself getting angry.

Why did he even think that this was the same bird? What makes him think that the professor left him a hint? And what was he going to find anyway? A hiding place? A cache with something important? For example, by a will? Snape didn't care about earthly things, and he had nothing to bequeath, except for the old house, which, as McGonagall told him, he hated with all his heart.

Angrily, Harry threw the spoiled food on the ground and began sorting through everything he knew about crows in his head. As a child, these birds scared little Harry. Aunt Petunia knew about it and said: "Don't look at them, or they, bloodthirsty creatures, will peck out your green devilish eyes."

“Bloodthirsty… Bloodthirsty creatures," Harry whispered thoughtfully and bit his finger with his teeth.

The blood did not appear immediately, it had to be squeezed out of the wound. Harry put his hand to the bird's beak and smeared it with blood.

The stone moved. At first, the raven moved its head, then cawed soundlessly — just opened its beak several times. Then he spread his wings, stamped on the spot and fluttered up.

Then Harry understood why the broom was needed.

***

"Why the hell were you going through my papers? Arrogant, stupid, curious, shameless... why are you silent? Can you feel your hands? Do you feel it or not?!”

Snape was furious, his eyes were shooting lightning, but Harry was not afraid. To see him—pale and with bloodless lips—on the floor of a Screaming hut, to see him off on his last journey a few days later, to come to his grave for the first time — that was what was scary. But now I'm sitting in a chair, leaning closer to the fireplace, licking drops of firewhisky from my lips and watching the professor rub his stiff fingers… It wasn't scary at all.

Let his hands be completely frozen from the long flight, let them turn red. Let this village house be unfamiliar and creepy, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time and only recently a person had settled here. Let Snape, aged and with a torn, scarred throat peeking out of the collar of his robe, shout at him (thank Merlin, his voice remained the same). Harry was happy. And he couldn't get a word out of himself.

“Do you feel it? Are you going to answer me?”

Harry nodded, somewhat drunkenly and sluggishly, and only then did Snape leave him alone.

He sat down at a table—a long one and probably intended for a large family that once lived here, and now almost completely covered with dried herbs- and began to unwrap one of these dried bouquets. His fingers nervously fingered the thin stems and selected suitable ones.

“I…” Harry finally managed to say, but then he trailed off.

Snape looked at him sternly, and there was a threat in that look.

“I was hoping it would be Minerva. Or, in extreme case, Miss Granger…

“Weasley”, Harry interrupted automatically. Hermione, who had been Ron's wife for three months now, was constantly correcting her acquaintances who called her by her maiden name. “She's Mrs. Weasley now”.

Snape snorted. As he was doing it before — ironically , disapproving and arrogantly.

“ I had a better opinion of her. Well… What the hell did you want in my desk? What were you looking for there? Memories? My diary, in which I confessed to crimes? They wanted to sell his Skitter, probably, and…

"I wasn't looking for anything," Harry interrupted him again. "McGonagall gave me permission to take your papers, that's all. The office had to be vacated for a new teacher. She allowed it… She allowed me to take what I think is necessary.

“Allowed you? And why on earth would that be?”

“I needed it.”

“Why did you need it? Couldn't leave me alone even after death?

“Couldn't," Harry muttered, reaching for a bottle of firewhisky. It was standing at his feet.

The esophagus burned with heat, it became difficult to breathe at first, and then immediately felt better. Even the excitement has subsided.

“Why would that be? Tormented by guilt?”

"No, no guilt," Harry lied. “ I just fell in love. You know, it happens like this… You know a person for many years, and then he dies, becomes less disgusting and malicious, and you even have a communication. So you can fall in love. Even... with such a… you.”

He took two more big gulps, and a very pleasant heat spread in his chest.

Snape was silent and stared at the herbs on the table. It seemed that now they would break out and a fire would start.

“And how did you...? The antidote? Or did someone help?”

"Someone helped," Snape echoed and, apparently deciding that Harry had had enough to drink, called for a bottle with non—verbal and non-verbal spell.

He waved his hand — and it jerked and flew to the table, hitting the bottom on the edge.

“Malfoy? I've seen his letters… You were friends, right? … Are friends, I mean”

"Can you take the stairs?" Won't you wring your neck? Or do you need to be levitated?

It took Harry a moment to realize what the professor meant.

“ Are you inviting me... to stay? After what I…”

“ You won't be able to fly back in this condition. I won't let you apparate drunk, and I don't have a sobering one. You will spend the night here, and in the morning I will erase your memory.”

“ What are you going to do to me that you will have to erase my memory?” Harry laughed.

“I don't like you, Potter...” Snape looked at him as if he suspected some kind of bad change in him or someone else's evil influence.

“Yes, to be honest, I don't like myself ... but you…” Harry paused, feeling like a drunken fool. “Don’t erase my memory. I'm coming back anyway. In a week or a month…”

“Yes, you are coming back. I have no doubt in your stickiness, Potter.”

A few things didn't happen next morning. Firstly, they did not quarrel, although they could have. Secondly, Harry did not apologize for what he said drunk in the living room yesterday. As if he felt it was wrong to apologize for telling Severus the truth. Thirdly, Snape never erased his memory.

And, to be honest, Harry didn't go anywhere. Neither in the morning, nor in the evening, nor the next day.

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Day 4: Love

Written for @hinnymicrofic

Words: 786

Note: I’ve been enjoying all of the delightful Hinny micro fics so much that I wanted to try to participate. But I haven’t written anything in months, and what I ended up with is a crack outsider Romione POV of Hinny. So yeah, I’ve completely failed the assignment. Content warning for swearing, reference to a sex act, and Ron’s unfiltered thoughts on Snape

Hermione had just settled into her favorite armchair with a book, Ron lounging on the sofa opposite her, his long legs stretched across the width of it, when the stag appeared.

Translucent and silver, it bounded through their front window, coming to rest in the middle of their sitting room rug directly in front of the hearth.

Harry, she thought. Panic flared within her for a moment until the stag opened its mouth and began to speak. Harry’s voice echoed through the room, the tone of elation immediately assuaging her worries.

Ron, Hermione— you’ve got another nephew! Albus Severus Potter, born at half past eight. Full head of dark hair. He surprised us all by coming a bit early, but he and Ginny are both doing brilliantly. He can’t wait to meet you and Rose tomorrow!

She could picture Harry saying the words clearly, wearing that same look of exhilaration and wonder and pride he’d had after James was born as he’d stared at his son cradled in Ginny’s arms.

She looked over at Ron, beaming, the tears already welling in her eyes, thrilled by the news. But rather than happy, Ron looked stunned.

“I wouldn’t worry,” she said soothingly, “She was 37 weeks, that’s nearly full term, and he says they're both doing well, so—“

Ron shook his head. “Albus Severus,” he muttered slowly, his tone incredulous.

“Oh, that,” Hermione said, now understanding.

“Yes, that,” Ron exhorted. “Albus Severus?!”

“Well… it is a rather Harry thing to do, isn’t it? You know how sensitive he’s been about Professor Snape since the war ended.”

Ron snorted. “It’s one thing to fight to put his portrait up in the Headmaster’s office, but it’s another thing entirely to name your kid after him, now isn’t it?”

Hermione paused. As much as she enjoyed debating with Ron, he had a point.

But unable to help herself (as always), she pressed on. “You know how Harry is. He feels he owes his life to Snape, and I’m sure he wanted to honor that, just like he’s done with Dumbledore.”

“Only Harry would feel he owed anything to the greasy bastard who set Voldemort after him in the first place. Fuck’s sake.” Ron rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

He grimaced, and his tone darkened. “You know what’s even worse— Harry’s gone and named his kid after a bloke who was gagging for his mum. For thirty bloody years.”

“They were best friends as children! Harry said he loved her— you know about the Patronus.”

Ron gave her a withering stare. “Yeah, we all know full well Snape was wanking to that ripped up photo of Harry’s mum right up ‘til the end.”

“Ugh, Ron,” she said, disgusted by the image.

“It’s true. Treated Harry like dirt because of it. And after all that, Harry goes and names his kid after him. It’s absolutely mental.”

“At least it’s only the middle name,” Hermione added, well aware that her arguments sounded increasingly feeble.

“Oh right,” said Ron sarcastically, “because his first name is after the person who spent years setting Harry up to go off himself. Not the least bit of a complicated legacy there.”

She couldn’t help it. Her lip twitched upwards as she suppressed a laugh.

Ron smirked, his blue eyes twinkling in the light from the hearth. “I knew it! You actually agree with me.”

Hermione bit her lip to keep from smiling wider. “I am surprised that Ginny went along with it, honestly.”

Ron snorted. “Because Ginny’s got such a great record when it comes to names. Arnold the purple pygmy puff. Pigwidgeon.”

Hermione grinned. “Don’t forget about Agatha Bathsheba,” she said, thinking of the cat Ginny got before their final year of Hogwarts.

“Poor kid never stood a chance for a normal name between the pair of them.” Ron paused and looked down, bracing his hands on his knees, as if he were speaking to a small child. “Since the good dead people’s names are all taken, you’ll get the dead people who made dubious moral choices, or else something completely insane. Sorry your parents have a misguided hero complex and a weird affection for the ridiculous.”

Hermione dissolved into laughter. “And you love them for it,” she managed between giggles.

“‘Course I do,” said Ron, his affection apparent. “And the baby too.”

“We’ll floo over with Rose first thing tomorrow. But you can’t tease Harry about this, Ron.”

“I won’t— bloody noble git,” he finished, muttering the last bit under his breath. “George’ll have a field day with it though.”

He stretched his long arms up, folding them behind his head and resting back onto the sofa.

“Oh— and I’m calling him Al.”

#hinny microfic #hinny outsider pov #Ron says what we’re all thinking about Albus Severus

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DAY 22: IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!potter reader

summary: draco and you spent the best christmas together

warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst

"there you are!" draco approached you in the library after classes had ended for christmas break. you were reading a random book, one of agatha christie. "i have been searching for you everywhere"

"sorry"

"it's alright" he sat down beside you "agatha christie, huh? feeling mysterious?"

you shrugged "it was the first book i found"

"okay, what is going on with you?"

"nothing"

he send you a look, that basically told you not to lie to him. you sighed.

"i just needed a break from all this christmas stuff"

"really?" draco asked confused "i thought you like christmas"

"i do, but only sometimes"

he raised his eyebrows at you

"let's just say i like it every day of the year except on the twenty fifth"

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"i love the feeling of christmas, i really do"

"but?"

"i don't like celebrating it as much" you knew that this wasn't really the explanation he needed to understand you "christmas was always horrible at the dursleys. we didn't get any gifts, which isn't even the worst. we just weren't welcome and we knew that"

"i'm sorry" draco said softly "but what about the weasleys?"

you shrugged "i love them, but i always felt like an intruder spending christmas with them. during our childhood it was the dusleys christmas, now it's the weasley's. and for once i want it to be just mine"

"it's that why you stayed for the holidays? even if harry left?"

you nodded. "the weasleys are so welcoming, but i feel bad about accepting the invitation"

"would you allow one more guest at you christmas?"

you looked at him with raised eyebrows. "me" he said "i would love to spend christmas with you. just the two of us, but only if you want it"

"of course, baby" you smiled, kissing his cheek.

"i'm going to make it the best one yet, i promise"

"i know" you smiled though tears "i know"

draco kept his promise. on christmas morning you had the slytherin common room all to yourself. he had asked house elves to help him bake your favorite cookies, which were now standing on the table in front of the sofa.

he had also gone to hogwarts, buying all your favorite snacks and drinks. he had gifted you all of the books on your wishlist, even if you had assured him that christmas wasn't about receiving thousands of presents for you. he still insisted though and after some time you just gave up.

you had gotten him way too many presents too and he had gladly informed you about the double moral you had displayed.

after all the unwrapping, you were sitting on dracos lap in the armchair. "thank you so much baby" you kissed him

"and?" he asked "best christmas yet?"

"best christmas ever!"

"is that a challenge?"

"draco" you laughed, slapping his arm playfully, before you layed you head on his chest "thank you"

"of course, sweetheart" he mumbled "anything for you"

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momo-t-daye · 2 years

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Hogwarts WW2 Gen thoughts

A few thoughts/headcanons that have been bopping about the inside of my skull like one of those old screensavers. Mostly about Eileen Prince, percolated after seeing this piece by @sneverussape and tracking down this post by @sneverussape and @owlzerness

(1)

Eileen was not the name her parents gave her

Eileen was the name used by her great-great-great aunt (or perhaps the terrible old lady was a cousin removed several times and ranked somewhere far from first, but the old woman insisted on “Aunt” as an honorific and the girl who wasn’t supposed to be Ileana anymore complied)

Her parents sent her away to England when she was seven.

They’d said there was a bad wizard, practically a monster, and that she would be safe in England. They couldn’t go with her, there was some complicated problem with past alliances and allegiances and pacts and family ties and protecting the dragons from Grindelwald and it would be dishonorable for them to flee to safety. But they could send her away. No one could blame them for sending her away.

They sent her away to England and told her there would be no bad wizards, no monsters with the face of a man, there. Hogwarts, they said, could provide a mostly acceptable education.

Aunt Agatha was not “a bad wizard” but she certainly wasn’t good. The old woman was a veritable hermit, shut-up in her sprawling, dusty, dilapidated house; bitterly parting with trinkets from her hoard to afford her daily bread and ruminating over her every misfortune.

Agatha Prince had no money, at least, no money she would deign to spend raising some child of distant relatives. She blamed her long-dead squib brother’s existence for her failure to secure a wealthy spouse and the life of leisure she deserved. Aunt Agatha often raged that neither the main branch of the Prince family nor the French line had the decency to provide for a poor spinster relation.

It offended Agatha’s every sensibility that the Prince family fortune should remain with little Gloriana, the last of the main branch in England, and then go to her daughter Augusta who wasn’t even born a Prince. Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should have control of the vault. Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should not be left destitute. Why, she’d sold the House Elf long ago, tearing out the very soul of her childhood home in the process. She needed her uncle’s gold if she was ever to leave the husk she’d made of her house.

Beneath Agatha Prince’s thumb was a not a very nice place for a child to grow up.

Eileen-no-longer-Ileana Prince personally would’ve preferred the distant terror of (and eventually death by-) Grindelwald and his forces over her life in the stranglehold of Aunt Agatha’s petty tyranny.

(2)

Ileana learned the English she needed to become Eileen by eavesdropping on muggle radio broadcasts.

Mimicking the radio voice was easier than trying to talk to one of the muggles in the village that still anchored Agatha’s home. Ileana, like her mother, had been born with her mind too open and external thoughts were always trying to get in through her eyes.

Aunt Agatha wasn’t interested in conversation. She told Eileen what chores to do (the chores a House Elf would’ve completed in a twinkle, had Agatha not been so foolish as to sell off her estate’s genius loci manifested) or she criticized Ileana for not being a sufficiently obedient Eileen.

Aunt Agatha demanded eye contact when it was time for a berating and Ileana-Eileen often went to bed with her head achingly full of Agatha Prince’s cruelest thoughts.

The radio was nice.

The radio didn’t have eyes.

(3)

Eileen Prince was sorted into Slytherin much to Aunt Agatha’s disgust.

Agatha assigned a malign influence to the Carpathians to explain why Eileen, unlike every properly English Prince, had fallen into Slytherin instead of rising up to one of the two tower Houses. It was then that Agatha realized how wise and right and justified she had been to refrain from offering any form of affection to the girl— for it was quite true that a serpent’s tooth was not as sharp as a thankless child.

(Long ago, Phineas Nigellus Black, by then engaged to Ursula Flint, had coldly rebuffed Agatha Prince’s attempts to secure his invitation to dance. She had nursed that grudge with more tenderness than she would ever show to a child in her care).

(4)

Gloriana Prince’s daughter Augusta, two years older than Eileen, was deeply suspicious of the girl claiming to be some third-cousin or something from the eastern branch of the Prince family. Augusta had met her Prince cousins from the French line, and Eileen didn’t look a thing like them (Augusta did not acknowledge just how much she looked like Eileen).

Eileen, very sensitive as she was, picked up on Augusta’s opinions before they were voiced and made a point of avoiding her cousin. It was easy enough, the Gryffindor tower was far from the Slytherin dungeon and there were only a few Inter-House clubs that might’ve encouraged students to mingle.

(5)

Abraxas Malfoy, prefect and co-captain of the Hogwarts Inter-House Gobstones Club with his Gryffindor friend Septimius, tended to come off as a bit of a pompous twit. But even if he was a pompous twit, he was a pompous twit that made a point of looking out for the awkward outsiders and the shy children and the students without the support system of a well-established family name. Maybe it was a Machiavellian move, collecting the lonely and obtaining their loyalty for the low price of a bit of attentiveness, but if that were truly the case then surely he should’ve aimed for a higher goal than the perpetuation of the school Gobstones Club.

Tom Riddle politely scorned Abraxas’ attempts at protection and informal adoption via enrollment in the Gobstones Club (Tom could appreciate the aesthetics of chess even if he didn’t like it when the pieces expressed their opinions but Gobstones were frankly disgusting) and so Abraxas Malfoy subsequently lost interest in the younger boy.

When Eileen Prince started school in the following year, Septimius was quick to spot the girl’s potential and Abraxas immediately designated her as his protégé and eventual successor.

This rather irked Walburga Black, who had already decided that Eileen Prince would attend on her in return for guidance and advice and an eventual introduction to polite society. Walburga made rather a habit of complaining to her cousin Cedrella, Abraxas’ fiancée by family agreement and arrangements, about Eileen’s involvement in the Gobstones Club.

(6)

Eileen was impressed by Abraxas Malfoy’s enthusiasm about Gobstones and the unifying power of an Inter-House Club.

Eileen, who hadn’t played any games since she’d been sent to England, appreciated Abraxas Malfoy for teaching her how to play Gobstones.

Eileen was damn near preternaturally good at Gobstones.

Eileen rather enjoyed Gobstones.

She particularly liked the fact that she wasn’t expected or required to make eye contact with anyone else during a game.

Later on, Eileen would wonder if she should’ve said anything the day she walked into the club room and saw Cedrella in Septimius Weasley’s embrace. At the time, she’d mostly worried that speaking up might ruin the fun times in the Gobstones Club and was glad she’d managed to slip back out of the room unnoticed.

(7)

The story went that Cygnus and Walburga Black had come out of the womb each with their little hands around the other’s throat (Eileen believed it and privately wished that the unborn Walburga had had the sense to have used Cygnus’ umbilical cord as a garrote instead). Poor Professor Slughorn had been forced to name them both prefect to avoid granting either one power over the other and so suffered through their sly squabbling at every weekly meeting.

The only thing those siblings could share without complaint was a deep and abiding disdain for their little brother Alphard.

Alphard, for his part, meandered through life with a wistful and vague expression on his face and would prefer to take a twenty-mile detour of avoidance rather than go through half a foot of confrontation or conflict.

Walburga compared him, most unfavorably, to a spineless and brainless jellyfish. Cygnus, less poetically inclined, mostly berated Alphard for failing to live up the standard required for a member of the House of Black.

No one was terribly surprised when old Sluggy passed Alphard by and handed the prefect badge to the half-blood Tom Riddle.

(8)

Abraxas was delighted, no, really, delighted, that Eileen recruited Alphard Black for the Gobstones Club (recruited was a bit of an exaggeration, it had been more of a gentle buffeting in the general direction of the club room and holding the door open while the older boy drifted in).

It showed initiative, it showed that she was absolutely prime material for future Captain of the Gobstones Club.

He was so proud.

Walburga and Cygnus would probably appreciate any efforts made at giving Alphard some direction, something to do with his life.

Alphard, for his part, was absolutely terrible at Gobstones.

(9)

As one of her first acts as Captain of the Gobstones Club, an awkward attempt at emulating the graduated Abraxas’ accepting attitude, Eileen offered to teach one of the younger boys in her house how to play the game.

Rubeus Hagrid was massive, even at age 13.

With his impressive bulk he should’ve chosen to be a brute or a bully; it would’ve made his life so much easier if he could claim that he’d meant to break things and to step on the smaller students. Unfortunately, he had too much of a soft heart to ever intend to hurt anyone and a soft heart paired with an over-sized body had, thus, landed him firmly in the despised category of “clumsy oaf”.

Eileen didn’t mind Rubeus Hagrid too much, he was so tall it was hard to make accidental eye contact and he was always willing to help set up the club room and clean up afterwards.

Hagrid, unfortunately, was even worse than Alphard at Gobstones.

(10)

When the Daily Prophet printed a birth announcement for an Ignacio Weasley, it filled Eileen with such pity and she considered writing to her Gobstones mentor.

She wasn’t very good with kind words, she’d rather lacked in an early role model, and she wondered if Abraxas would even accept or appreciate her condolences.

Septimius Weasley’s reputation was quite tarnished and his vault was swiftly drained in an effort to make reparations to his new wife’s family. Cedrella Black was, of course, soon disowned for her breach of promise (after all, her prerogative could not override a contract made by the head of her family house).

The Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor and immensely biased in Septimius’ favor, said sad things about the difficult course of true love and Eileen loathed him for the twinkle in his eye and his willingness to overlook the double betrayal Abraxas had suffered. Professor Dumbledore’s class gave her a regular headache, even if she looked at his stupid, garish, ugly robes instead of meeting his too blue gaze. It was easy enough for her to hate the professor and his class.

Tom Riddle found the Malfoy-Weasley love-tangle situation immensely funny, and, because Tom Riddle thought Abraxas’ heartbreak and misfortune was a bit of a joke, Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange all treated the situation as a great laugh.

Love, Riddle maintained, was a puerile waste of time and an unacceptably idiotic vulnerability.

Love, agreed Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange, was for the losers of this world.

Alphard Black, who was quite fond of his cousin Cedrella (particularly when compared to his feelings for his siblings) and had some tepidly positive thoughts in Abraxas’ direction, tended to drift out of his dormitory at these times. He challenged Eileen Prince to quite a few games of Gobstones and lost, pathetically, every time. (He didn't mind, because there was very little he allowed himself to mind, and he was almost willing to admit to himself that he liked watching Eileen win).

Eileen put off writing to Abraxas, letting her doubts delay her day after day and week after week.

Then there was that business with the Chamber of Secrets opening, and Eileen was quite distracted and forgot all about writing to comfort and support Abraxas Malfoy.

(11)

Her parents had promised there would be no bad wizards, no monsters wearing a human face, in England.

They were wrong.

#Headcanons as story snippets #Eileen Prince #Eileen Snape #Tom Riddle #Abraxas Malfoy #Alphard Black #Walburga Black #Cygnus Black #Cedrella Black #Septimius Weasley #Augusta Longbottom #Abraxas Malfoy as a gung-ho team captain for an inspirational underdog sports anime makes me giggle #Walburga and Abraxas as rival mentors for Eileen is also kinda funny #Some days in Cokeworth Eileen wonders if her life is just a series of events in which she flees from one monster right into another #She's baffled by her son who keeps running towards the future rather than away from the past #Aunt Agatha and the long cycle sorrow cascading down the generations like a terrible slinky

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I have no idea what you have planned but could you imagine if Violet, Agatha and Penny are not only in the same year but the same house and dorm.

What holy terrors could they be?

They would all cover for one another too.

They would rule that school.

See this trio wouldn't cause too much of a fuss. Penny Crane might lean more into Hermione Granger territory so far as answering questions in class without raising her hand and talking too much but otherwise these girls are rather tame - it's the cousin pairing two years above them that really rules the roost of Hogwarts; aka Charlotte and William.

For two whole years Professor Danbury has had her work cut out in trying to rein the mischievous pair in, with Charlotte and William seeming to be under the impression it's their mission to be the biggest cause of menace on campus. To a certain extent Danbury had expected this sort meddlesome behaviour from Charlotte, seeing as she fondly recalled the way in which her parents would quickly descend into messing with one another in their unique way of flirting back in their days at Hogwarts. However it was William she had been taken aback by, not having expected the son of Sophie Beckett to be quite as meddlesome as he had proven to be; she would have thought it more likely out of Sophie's friendship group that it would be Colin or Michael's children she would have to look out for and naively assumed Sophie and Phillip's children would take after their sensible parents.

So when the trio of daughters of three quarters of the Awesome Foursome started their first year, Danbury couldn't help but brace herself for the worst. Thankfully Violet was as darling as her mother and little Agatha was far more Penelope than Colin, and while Penny was a lot like her mother before her, Danbury knew how to handle her. However when she realised that she still had so many years of the next generation of Bridgertons to contend with ahead of her, Professor Danbury decided now was as great a time as any to finally retire - though she'll be damned if anyone were to imply that the main catalyst behind her decision was down to the epic stink bomb Charlotte and William let off in the dungeons that made them inaccessible for an entire week.

#asks #harry potter au #agatha danbury #charlotte bridgerton #william bridgerton

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I would be VERY interested to hear more about electric love and/or pigfarts 2: electric boogaloo 👀👀👀👀

From this

Electric Love:

Alright, this will date this WIP quite a bit, but do y'all remember that TikTok trend a while back where people would use the sound "Electric Love" by BØRNS and kiss their best friend for the first time (example compilation I found on YouTube)?

Well, imagine this: Baz and Simon have been best friends for years post-Watford, and Baz is okay with that because he'll take any bit of Simon he can get. And he's happy, because he adores spending time with Simon and being a part of his life.

Well, one day he's hanging out with Simon in their shared living room and gets up to make tea. When he comes back, he doesn't see Simon's phone, but thinks nothing of it, because why would he? When he goes to rejoin him on the couch, though, Simon kisses him, and for a moment he has everything he's ever wanted.

Except it's not real. Simon just kissed him for a stupid trend. And how in the hell is Baz supposed to come back from that; having what he's wanted for so long made a mockery of for a TikTok.

Here's an excerpt:

I loosen my grip as he pulls back a bit, eyes flitting across my face. I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk (it still gets a rise out of him). He huffs, and I can feel his breath on my lips. Then it’s no longer just his breath.

I don’t even think. I’m pure instinct, hands shooting up into his curls and shoving him closer to my face. I hold onto him as if the penalty for letting go is death. I kiss him with all that I have and all that I am. I think I might cry.

Simon tries to pull away, but I won’t let him. I’m suffocating on him. He can’t go until he’s breathed me in, consuming me completely in order to survive.

When I pull away, I’m gasping for air. I shoot Simon a feral smile as I attempt to calm my breathing.

I come untethered when I see the expression on his face. He looks apprehensive, but not in the way he looks when he’s giddy with nerves. He looks like he’s going to be sick. I feel my smile fall from my face and my eyebrows draw up in concern.

“Simon…?” I try to reach out and take his hand, but he shoots off the couch. My heart sinks into my stomach as a nervous laugh rips through Simon’s lungs. He’s sweating as he stumbles away. It’s then that I see his phone, propped up against the tellie stand, my face reflected back at me in perfect frame.

I'm literally so in love with this concept, and I love most of what I've written, but I cannot for the life of me pace the ending right (it's written, but I don't like it), so it's been in WIP purgatory since August 2021 :))))

PIGFARTS 2: Electric Boogaloo:

Now this one is a fucking monster of a project that I haven't touched since I wrote 10k words of it in December 2020.

So the idea behind this is that it's a Hogwarts AU in two parts. My sister was writing Simon, Baz, and the rest of the gang's time at Hogwarts and I was writing them as adults, hopefully to be updated in synch with each other. I won't speak on Liv's side, since I let her take the reigns on that part of the story.

Baz is a professor at Hogwarts, and it's all written from his perspective (I believe both parts would be). There's a whole fuckton of plot I came up with that I apparently never wrote down (it's still mostly in my head, don't worry ;)), but here's the summary I pitched to Liv (TW: major character thought to be dead):

Harry Potter AU where Simon and Agatha’s daughter is the chosen one, which Agatha can’t handle. She separated from Simon and became his secret keeper, but decided to let the mage in on the secret because she can’t handle that responsibility (the mage is evil so this ends up getting Simon killed). When Penny found out, she tried to kill Agatha and got sent to Azkaban. The one thing Simon didn’t want for his daughter, for her to grow up in a care home, happens because Penny was the godmother, so when Baz, the charms professor, finds out? He adopts her and raises her as his own, telling her stories of her father. When Penny escapes Azkaban, we learn that she cast a health spell on Simon when everything started going down so she would know if he was ever in danger. He’s been in danger for the past fourteen years, which means he’s alive.

I can't quite remember what kind of relationship I was going to give the Mage and Simon, but that's a later problem. Uhhhhhhh anyway here's a couple blurbs because I couldn't pick between the two:

I stop paying attention after the third student. They really should restructure this ceremony so that it’s shorter. With all the Mage’s “reforms,” I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t happened yet. The returning students just want to eat and the first years always look so mortified when they approach the hat. I let my mind wander to my lesson plans for tomorrow as I absentmindedly pick at my nails.

“Lucy Snow!”

My head jerks up so fast that I see spots. I’m sure that I’ve misheard. Surely it can’t be… But, as I watch, a thin little girl walks up to the stage with wild bronze curls, wide brown eyes, and a face-full of freckles and moles. I feel like the breath has been knocked from my lungs, and I have to grip the arms of my chair for support. His daughter.

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The second time Lucy comes to my office, I’m more prepared. We spend the day recounting what I can remember of his and Wellbelove’s quidditch careers.

The third time, I tell her about his abhorrent eating habits.

The fourth time, we laugh about him getting sick on the train every year and puking in my aunt’s car (Fiona nearly committed homicide) while we share a plate of sour cherry scones absolutely smothered in butter.

It becomes a regular occurrence, even as the term picks up. I take a break from my relentless grading to tell her stories of her parents while we eat scones and drink tea. Honestly, it’s the best thing in my life currently. I thought it would be painful, reliving the memory of him, but it’s not as bad as I thought. I miss him terribly, but it’s nice to be thinking of him again.

Part of what's holding me back on this is Liv not being into fandom stuff right now, but most of it is a) how fucking massive it's going to be and b) how much editing I'm gonna have to do. My 10k words only get us to winter holidays of Simon's daughter's first year, and that year isn't half as plot heavy as some of the later years. On the editing side of things: I wrote everything before AWTWB and Baz's siblings are featured in it a lot right now, so I'll have to fix their names, pronouns, and characterizations, which will be a not fun time.

#m writes #m answers #wip #literally two of my favorite concepts on this list #I spent an hour making this response because I got so excited lmao #it was nice to go back through both of these #maybe I'll finish electric love tonight

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Full Name: Kennedy Paige Routledge

Nicknames: Ken, KP, Kiddo

Title: Hurricane

Fandom: Outer Banks

Face Claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Element: Earth

Soul Type: The Warrior

Main Trope: Undying Loyalty

Age: 16

Myers Briggs Type: ENTJ-A, The Commander

Enneagram: Type 8, The Challenger

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Love Interest: TBD

Important Relationships: John B Routledge, Big John Routledge, JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera, Pope Heyward, Sarah Cameron

Quote: Brave girl; people never say that to a lucky person, do they?

Theme Song: Brutal, Olivia Rodrigo

Plot Summary: Life in Outer Banks had never been what Kennedy Routledge would describe as easy, but after her father’s sudden disappearance, it had become so much harder. With CPS threatening to separate her from her big brother and their friends, all she can do is try to keep her head down and stay off the radar. But then Hurricane Agatha storms through town, bringing with it and a clue that maybe, just maybe, there’s more to his disappearance than a standard boating accident. Kennedy finds herself swept up into a storm far more dangerous than any hurricane. Suddenly foster care is the least of her worries, and it’s all that she can do to keep her head above water.

Tag List: @chrissymunson @foxesandmagic @stardustocs

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ursbearhug · 1 year

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Okay in my normal vein I'm obligated by law to recommend a good game!

So I had some spare change on my steam account because my previous purchases (Devil May Cry 5 and Resident Evil 6) were... Less than satisfying. I know RE6 is good story wise because I've watched let's play of it but playing the game myself caused some serious conniptions. Devil May Cry was on the other hand, an example of horrible port or game that was not made for PC in the first play. Whatever it was, it was just horrendous experience all around. But since you can only play for less than 2 hours in order to return the game, I might have missed the game being the best in the world in the meantime or something.

This by the way is something I've learnt the hard way because I'm 98% sure that at the time, mother language version of the service rules you agree to, have been horribly untranslated. In English it clearly says that game needs to be played for less than 2 hours AND returned within two weeks of purchase. When I read it (not in English) it said one or the other. And I was very perplexed and vexed because I couldn't give back the game I barely played but bought two years ago or some shit like that. Anyway!

"Pentiment" is gorgeous game stylised for 15 and 16th century illuminations. There is a lot of gothic and humanistic calligraphy to oggle at if that's something you fancy. I know to a lot of folk it is hard to believe but antique and mediaeval latin are different and therefore a lot of it is hardly understandable to me (though, a lot of is because it's just 'reprints', like for instance; Aeneid). But that's only if you go through the trouble of reading that flashing latin (which I do because I'm a weirdo). There is a lot of the "choices matter", most of the game is carefully picking conversation options - since game is constantly auto saved, you cannot pick and revert your choice; this ain't Life is Strange. If you fuck up, you have to live with that wrong choice you've picked by accident and WHOOPS 13 hours of gameplay for naught because YOUR FAT FUCKING FINGER SLIPED. It's okay. I'm over it... - and investigating. But what could you be investigating? MURDER! And this time it ain't butler's fault. And no Agatha Christie to be found.

Beside being just gorgeous to look at, it runs really well too. It's tad too loud for me personally but I'm not really game music nerd. It is okay though! Characters that I got to meet are really sweet and lovely too. Most of them anyway. Towns folk especially. The amount of dilfs I would like to... Well... Fuck - is staggering. Game is also somehow aware of gay people existing in the 16th century monasteries and out. I would *DIE* for Jorg. He is big where it matters. (It's his heart pervs)

To my delight game has 3 acts and it took me 13 hours to get through 1st. Now I had the freedom to play almost nonstop but I'm also a MASSIVE snoop and I was getting into everybodies' business with my crew and talking dog. I meant meddling kids! So there is a chance that somebody who cares less about petting every dog and cat and smelling every flower and talking with everybody 6 times just to be sure, will be able to go through the game quicker.

Oh, yes. You can pet 16th century illuminations of a cat or dog. Ya know how everybody lost their shit that Hogwarts Legacy: Transphobia Crowd Funded had the petting cats options? Yeah, eat your heart out JKTERFling. One of the dog is called Mirabilis which is: according to my poor memory and even worse grasp on Latin - either an adjective meaning "wonderful" or noun meaning "wonder". I would die for them too.

There is also some "choose your own adventure" motifs, with picking unfinished (hits too close to home mister Game) major, second field, your origins and later even main occupation (and I - for once in my entire life - was pleasantly surprised to see my nation and country existing prominently. Though that was when it excelled historically, so yeah). And I think it gives it a lot of charm.

I will try to finish the game (and perhaps cram the second playthrough because I have new BETTER ideas to FUCK UP MY GAME) before the weekends end. Game is currently on a discount on Steam and will be till 4th of May to anybody interested!

Anyway, I'm really tired and tomorrow is fancy Flea Market awaiting me so! Good night ol buddies ol pals!

#percy does things #percy does gaming

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Name: Willow Cromwell

Age: 15

DOB: May 3, 1875

Parents: Agatha Cromwell; Father Unknown

Siblings: Twins Gwen and Dylan Cromwell age 9

Year Started Hogwarts: 1890 as a fifth year

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Blackthorn wood with a Phoenix feather core 11” hard flexibility

Although coming from magical descendants, Willow showed no magical abilities. It was thought she was a squib. That is until her 15th birthday when she started seeing magical swirls no one else could see. A man named Professor Fig showed up and told her she had been accepted into Hogwarts, although, most unusually as a fifth year. Professor Fig spent the next few months teaching her some basic spells and all about Hogwarts. On September first Willow and Professor Fig embarked on their journey, unaware of the events that would soon unfold. This is where our story begins.

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n2xou-of-the-fandom · 1 year

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beawriter · 3 years

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Red Herrings

Want to misdirect your readers from a big plot twist, but still lay it out in plain sight? I have the tool for you: red herrings.

First of all, what is a red herring?

a fact, idea, or subject that takes people's attention away from the central point being considered:

[For example:] the police investigated many clues, but they were all red herrings.

- Definition by the Cambridge Dictionary

In general:

It’s a type of foreshadowing, though it’s false clues

It can be used in any genre

What can a red herring be?

A character who seems evil or suspicious.

An object that seems important.

An event that seems to be significant to the story or protagonist.

A clue placed by the antagonist or a secondary character that sends investigators down the wrong path.

Those are the main ones, but you could have other ideas

What you should do:

Make sure that they’re important, logical and inform the plot

Lie, but not completely. For example: let’s say someone has been murdered. The victim was found with two glasses of wine in the room, one of them having traces of red lipstick, which implies the killer is a woman. However, it turns out that the suspect shared a glass of wine with the victim earlier that day.

Be fair with your reader

you don’t want your reader to finish the book and throw it across the room, just after lighting it on fire

misleading is fine, but if you leave out information completely, then no one could figure it out and you lost your reader’s trust

Make your reader remember it

It usually takes three times of information being said for the reader to remember it

If you only say it once and never mention it again, it’s basically useless

Put the real clues, just don’t insist a lot on them until you reveal it all in the end and show the reader all the real clues that you previously mentioned

When you plant the real clues, force your reader’s attention elsewhere

it’s giving them extra (sometimes useless) information to the reader

you can distract them with action

with high emotions (it can be almost any emotion, just intensely)

with hiding it in a list of things

What you should be careful not to do:

Be careful not to be dishonest. Just don’t.

Don’t have all the evidence point to a completely opposite direction or have the twist be something like “oh, the murderer was the guy we didn’t see for half the book”

A bit like being dishonest, don’t show your red herring as being the absolute truth

Don’t add them because the plot lacks tension, excitement, or conflict. They need to be relevant to the plot, perhaps even to the point that if you took it out, the plot would collapse

If the red herring is a character:

Don’t give any (obvious) reasons for your reader to suspect the guilty character to be the culprit

The innocent character needs to legitimately seem possibly guilty

maybe they benefit from the crime

maybe they had the means or opportunity to commit the crime

maybe they have a strong motive

or all of the above.

Double herrings:

This is optional for your story, so you can skip this section

A double herring is a clue that is introduced early in the story, which seems to be too convenient, and then a second clue comes in and conflicts with the first one. The character following the clues will believe the second one, until it’s almost too late and realize the first clue was the right one all along.

Stories with good red herrings:

The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner, in which the narrator’s secret is mind-blowing, but it’s all there and foreshadowed in the book

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling, in which all the clues are there to find the culprit, but the red herring misleads the reader

And There Were None by Agatha Christie, where the red herring misleads and the culprit is, for a while, not a suspected

!!SPOILER ALERT!! Explaining one red herring

In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, we, the readers, and the characters are led to think that the villain is Sirius Black

We are given many clues that Sirius Black wants to kill Harry and is on Voldemort’s side, just like when he was in prison and was heard whispering “he’s at Hogwarts,” so he is not explicitely saying he wants to kill Harry, or even that he’s talking about him, but we think he is implying it.

We do get clues about Scabbers (Ron’s rat) being the villain and actually Peter Pettigrew, who is supposed to be dead, just like how they could only find Peter’s finger and Scabbers has a missing paw.

There’s many other clues and misdirections, but I won’t go through all of them because I’ll be here all day if I do

The End

I hope this helped, and feel free to add more:)

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 27 - Epilogue

Gif is not mine, but Pinterest wouldn't let me give credits to the gif maker, so bless you wherever you are friend.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Words: 5.264K

A/N: So, we finally come to the end of this story. I hope you enjoyed the whole mess that was this fic haha Thanks for all the comments and all the compliments, dear readers. Good reading!

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Chapter 27 - Part XXVII - Epilogue

The tea was weak.

So was Charles, so you thought it best not to say anything.

You were at Agatha's now, and it was cold and raining outside.

Charles welcomed you with a mug of tea, but he looked exhausted.

You wondered if it was because he missed her at home. Or if it was because since she was gone, he inherited everything. Including the lawsuits.

With the end of the war, someone had to answer for Agatha's crimes too.

You and Wanda told everything to the order and the ministry. But even so, she was still what the aurors called a "witch conspirator," and there were the legal issues of the relics that Charles forged as well.

It was a never-ending headache, but every time you and Wanda asked, he assured you that everything was under control.

"Don't worry about me, Stark." Charles says with a gentle smile. And he doesn't look younger like the charm from before, now even in the manor, you are able to see his real appearance. "Tell me how things are going with Wanda?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, shrugging.

"Good."

Charles raises an eyebrow. You sigh.

"We're good, pal." You reply. "It's just...she hasn't been sleeping well."

He straightens his posture, encouraging you to speak. You play with the cup grabber.

"It's PTSD, buddy." You say in a low tone. "In some ways, it's worse for her. She actually believed I was dead, and I think she could feel that for a second you know. And now she wakes up in the middle of the night, shaking and crying, and I have no idea how to help her."

"I understand." He says, getting thoughtful for a moment. "You see, I believe there are two options. The first, is risky, but is usually the path that witches follow. You could use magic, to erase the trauma."

You frown.

"But I don't recommend that one." Charles says. "Because messing with memory is a dangerous thing, you know? What I suggest is what our muggles call therapy. A professional who will teach you to lead with all that has happened. In fact, now that we have a new model of government, who knows what changes will occur, right? Maybe magic therapists will become more common in England." Charles counters with a smile, getting up to go to one of the cupboards.

He searches through the smaller drawers for a few moments, until he pulls out a small business card.

"I know some people who can help you." Charles says handing you the item. "They are a special kind of witches, connected with healing magic. You'll find them in Tibet, in a place called Kamar-Taj. If I'm not mistaken, Mister Stephen Strange, spent many years studying with them."

"Thank you, Charles." You say with a smile, tucking the item away in your jacket. "And how did the matter of the house turn out? Are you sure you want to sell?"

Charles sighs, looking around a moment.

"Yeah, it's... it's her house, Y/N." He says. "Even though I've lived here all these years, I've always been a visitor. Everything here belonged to her, the walls seem to guard her presence. I need something new now that she's gone. Maybe I'll go to New York."

You smile, nodding. "I will miss you if you do Charles, but I understand."

"I'll miss you too, girl." He says. "But I will write. And you can be sure I want to be invited to when you and Wanda get married."

You give a half-hearted laugh, feeling your cheeks flush, but nod in understanding.

//-//-//-//

Smiling, you sigh in satisfaction at the taste of Wanda in your mouth.

The tightness in your hair loosens at the sound that escapes her throat, and you can't help but giggle against her.

You pull away to climb under the sheet, meeting her face, a satisfied, lazy expression as she tries to normalize her breathing.

"Good morning darling." You whisper against her lips, and she moves her hands up to your neck, scratching the back of your neck with her fingers.

"Good morning, my love." She says in her husky, affected voice, before kissing you deeply. You both smile against the kiss and a few moments later, you pull away, settling into bed beside her.

"Are you ready for today, Wands?"

She props herself up on her elbow, turning her body to look at you as her finger traces your arm down to your face.

"I'm nervous." She confesses. "But I think that's a good thing."

You nod softly. "I think talking about everything that happened with strangers is going to be hard. But we can do it at our own pace. And if it doesn't work, we'll find another way. And most importantly, we'll do it together, honey."

"That's really the most important thing." She agrees with a shy smile, moving closer to kiss you again. "By the way, what's up with this new way of waking me up now? It's the fourth time this week." Wanda teases against your lips, making you chuckle softly as you lean under her.

"Is that a complaint, darling?"

"Not at all." She retorts half breathlessly, feeling your hands go up the inside of her pajamas. "I just want to wake up like this every day from now on actually."

"Your wish is my command, Miss Maximoff."

Many minutes later, you girls are properly dressed and at the breakfast table, listening to the news with Erik and Pietro.

"The nomination of the new minister of magic, the African sorceress Nakia from Uagadou, has created some tension with the English council, who claimed that only a British witch should take up the post in the ministry." Announced the journalist mechanically. You noticed that Erik turned up the volume. "Full coverage to follow with our Channel 8 reporters."

While Erik was listening to the news about the political tensions in the ministry, you were reading your correspondences.

There were letters from Ivy, Tony, Mantis, and several other friends. There was nothing from Gamora and Nebula because they were extremely busy with the legal issues of Thanos' will, and they had warned you that they had been out of writing for a while.

You smiled shyly at the way Wanda's hand was on your thigh, resting there while she sipped coffee.

Pietro let out a loud yawn.

"You look tired." You commented distractedly, closing Tony's letter on the table. Pietro, leaned back against the wood, sleepily.

"I'm exhausted to be exact." He retorted. "Guardians training is very time consuming. I'm just not spending the day in bed because I need to get to the ministry with Dad."

"At least you're doing something you like, Piete." Wanda tries to reason, and her brother smiles, nodding before closing his eyes.

Pietro had received an offer to play for the Guardians of the Galaxy, and well, he accepted of course. But in the adjustment phase, he had a lot of training. It has been a good thing though.

Life getting back on track after the war.

Erik lowered the radio to look at you and Wanda.

"Do you two have any idea when you'll be back?"

You exchange a look with Wanda. "No, Papa. Maybe it will be something quick, like a dentist appointment. And maybe it will be regular. We don't know, neither of us knew magic therapy before."

"Don't worry, Stephen said it's quite educational, no?" Erik commented moving around the kitchen to assemble a snack to take to the ministry. He and Pietro would be spending the day there. "We're going to be busy at some audiences, but I think I'll have time to answer the telephone. If you need anything, or if you're staying over, let me know. I don't want to waste food at dinner."

"Of course, Mr. Lehnsherr."

Some time later, you and Wanda were standing inside the fireplace of her house, the floo powder in your right hand.

"Shall we go there, dear?" You asked, and she nodded as she shook your hand.

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The witch was called "Ancient One", and had a bald head as shiny as Charles's.

And Wanda gave you a gentle nudge for making her want to laugh when you mentally told her that.

Something told you that the woman in front of you can also hear your thoughts in a way, because she gave you and Wanda a little smile before going back to explaining how things worked at Kamar-Taj.

"Besides all the therapeutic treatment we offer, I would like to talk to you two about something else." The Ancient continued, her hands folded behind her body. "About scarlet magic."

You and Wanda exchanged a look, uncertain about it. Since she had become the Scarlet Witch, a lot of people want to talk about it. Mostly reporters.

Wanda just nodded in agreement, and the Ancient smiled before speaking again.

"The mages of Kamar-Taj did not participate in the fights at Hogwarts castle, because we were busy with even more pressing matters, ladies." Counters the Elder. "There are horrors in the wizarding world far more perilous than a necromancer mage with supremacist blood purity motivations."

"Still the help would have been appreciated, ma'am." You retort half annoyed by the way that there must have been at least a hundred and fifty or so wizards inside the palace who did not participate in the fight.

"I understand your frustration at seeing us here, isolated and protected, Miss Stark." The Ancient One completed, looking at you intently. "But I assure you that protecting the existence of our universe takes up a great deal of our time."

You are surprised by her words. And you frown, as does Wanda.

"I'm not following, ma'am." Wanda murmurs beside you.

"What we learn at Kamar-Taj is far greater than what they teach at Hogwarts, or any school of magic, Miss Maximoff." The Ancient One says, and then walks to the edge of the roof where you all are standing. There's a very nice view of the mountains. "This is the first time since Morgana that we have a scarlet witch forged among us, and properly protected. That for being both a good and a bad omen."

"I have no intention of harming anyone, ma'am. I assure you." Wanda retorts seriously. "And I think I've had enough fighting for a lifetime."

The ancient woman smiles, turning to you again.

"I regret to inform you that this may not be an option for you, Miss Maximoff." She says. "As the Scarlet Witch, there are only two possible functions for your existence. The destruction or the salvation of a universe."

Wanda swallows dryly, but does not hesitate.

"I have already fulfilled my prophecy." She says. "Mephisto is dead, forever this time. We've cleaned everything up, destroyed his horcruxes. The war is over."

"Mephisto was a grain of sand." The ancient woman retorts thoughtfully. "And now that you are a scarlet witch, that will become increasingly clear to you. The magnitude of your powers could surpass Morgana's if you are properly trained."

"The way you say it, it sounds like she has no choice." You murmur annoyed, by the way Wanda got silent and looks thoughtful.

The ancient woman relaxes her posture.

"Forgive my harshness, there is always a choice." She says, and looks back at the mountains. "Kamar-Taj has survived and protected this universe for centuries without the help of a scarlet witch. We can wait for the next one."

"But just having someone with my powers already makes the fight unbalanced, doesn't it?" Wanda quickly deduces, and the Ancient One smiles before agreeing.

"There's always going to be darkness trying to overpower the light, Miss Maximoff." The Ancient One says thoughtfully. "Sometimes evil comes from within, but it never completely goes away. For now, there is no being capable of standing up to scarlet magic in power, anywhere in our world. But for the next few years, that may change."

"You knew we were coming here didn't you?" Wanda asks and the old woman just looks at her before turning around again, heading towards the palace.

Wanda turns to you, intertwining your hands.

"What do you think?" She asks, unsure. You give her a short smile, caressing her cheek. "I feel like I keep getting you into fights."

"It's our destiny, sweetheart." You say. "And I'm glad I can be here for you."

Wanda smiles, taking a deep breath. "I think this will delay my proposal."

You give a short laugh, feeling your whole neck heat up.

"W-What?"

Wanda gives you a little corner smile, shrugging. "And I was even going to buy you a ring."

"Wands." You mumble embarrassedly, and she laughs before wrapping her arms around your neck, hugging you.

"I love you, babe." She retorts against your ear. "Thank you for staying by my side."

"I love you too, Wanda. And I'm not going anywhere."

She intertwined your hands before you two went inside the Kamar-Taj.

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You spun in the air skillfully, falling to your feet with a smooth motion.

"You are balancing your magic masterfully Miss Stark, I am proud." Commented Mordo, one of your colleagues and masters at Kamar-Taj. You smiled, half out of breath from the exercise as you turned to him.

It had been eight months since you and Wanda were in the palace.

You were living here now, because after three weeks of having to use the Maximoff house's floo powder, you realized that for the intensity of your studies, it was better to live here at once.

For the first two months, you and Wanda had magic therapy twice a week in the morning, and studied for the rest of the day.

When Wanda stopped having nightmares, the training increased.

Now Wanda was the most powerful witchmaker in the wizarding world, and you were striving to be a worthy protector. And masters like Mordo and Wong taught you everything they could.

There was much more to learn about magic than Hogwarts taught, it was true.

It was already late afternoon, and Wanda was supposed to be having her private training with the Ancient One while you were practicing physical magic with Mordo in the outer courtyard of the palace.

"I'm still having trouble casting a spell while I'm in the air, Mordo." You comment, wringing your hands lightly. "I think it's because I worry about not falling to the ground."

"You have to find a focus point." Mordo directs, as he stands in a conjuration position. "That way your mind will remember to keep you in the air while you do the spell."

You nod in understanding, but as you get into position, Mordo raises his hand in the air.

"Rest for the time being." He says. "You trained hard today. Try tomorrow when your mind is rested. And besides, today is a day of celebration."

You smile, escorting Mordo back inside the palace.

"I didn't know you guys joined muggles' celebrations." You comment, and he gives a smile.

"But a new year is special even for our community." He says. "The spirit world stirs, there are new omens, meteor showers. And even if nothing said happened, the food is excellent."

You laugh, agreeing.

"I'll see you and Miss Maximoff at the festival, I hope." Modor says as soon as you reach the stairs leading to the dormitories.

You smile. "Of course, my friend. See you there."

Later, after you have showered and changed into something more comfortable, Wanda joins you in the room you share.

She smiles when she sees you standing at the window, distracted by the scenery, and she puts her study books on the small table, magically closes the door and walks over to you, hugging you from behind.

"Hi, sweetheart." You greet by intertwining your hands together in front of your stomach as Wanda kisses your shoulder.

"Hi, my love." She says. "You look thoughtful, is everything all right?"

You smile, Wanda is so perceptive about you. "Yes, Wands. I was homesick, I was thinking about visiting Tony and Steve."

"That sounds great babe." She murmurs against your neck. "How about we go next weekend?"

You smiled, turning in her arms to entwine your arms around her neck.

"That's cool." You say with a nod. "And we can invite Pietro too. I can write Tony, for a family lunch, how about that?"

"I think it's incredible." She says before bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss.

Wanda smiles against your lips, tightening her arms around your waist before pulling away.

"Are we joining the others at the festival?" You ask with eyes focused on her lips. She bites them, making you smile.

"Maybe." She murmurs. "Or maybe I love the possibility of being alone with you too much."

You laugh softly, kissing her again.

When Wanda presses you against the wall you sigh.

"We should get ready if we were going to the festival." You comment breathlessly, feeling her kiss your neck. Wanda smiles against your skin.

"True." She murmurs. "Care to join me in the shower?"

"We will definitely be late if I do." You retort with your eyes closed, because her hands have begun to climb up the inside of your blouse. Wanda laughs softly against your neck, kissing the skin one last time before pulling her head away to look at you.

"Okay, baby." She says, kissing you quickly before pulling away completely. You miss her hands immediately, but you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything. "I'll see you in a little while."

You smiled, resisting the urge to pull her back to you as you watched her leave the room.

Once alone, you sighed, turning your attention to the letters you had begun to write, lying on the desk.

You skimmed through a few of them, biting your lip.

In Tony's one was simply written:

"Dear brother,

I think I will ask Wanda to marry me."

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The lights were beautiful.

And the Spring Festival was very crowded.

You and Wanda were arm in arm, walking towards the hill, because you had already visited most of the stands and you had finished eating as well.

Your wizard friends were all around, having gotten lost from you about thirty minutes after you arrived.

There were fireworks in the sky, colorful and beautiful, and you were thankful that the laws about restricting and exposing magic were less strict in China, because it was a beautiful thing to watch.

You and Wanda got a seat at the top of the hill, on one of the benches that gave a good view of the village, there were a few other families around, but they were a good distance away.

It was the perfect moment to propose, you realized.

So your heart was racing.

Wanda looked at you curiously.

"You got tense all of a sudden. Everything okay?"

Shit.

"S-sure." You answered quickly, trying not to look like a complete mess.

You didn't even have a ring. What were you thinking?

Wanda started playing with your fingers, and you felt a different tingle and looked at your intertwined hands. She was pulling your magic with hers in little sparks, and you laughed in surprise.

"What's that?" You asked, and she smiled without looking away.

"Something I'm learning." She mumbled, and was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "After Mephisto, after what they did to you, we didn't... try to put our magic together anymore."

"I didn't know we could still do that." You retorted slightly puzzled. Wanda still looked at you.

"Me neither." She said, her fingers tracing your palm. "But it seems like it's a thing. A thing between scarlet witches and their protectors."

You frowned at the way Wanda seemed almost shy about it. With your other hand, you stopped her movements gently, and waited for her to look at you.

"What are you trying to tell me, dear?" You asked tenderly, watching the girl's flushed cheeks.

"It's silly, it's okay if you don't want to." She says and seeing your expression, she takes a deep breath before continuing. "Morgana lived thousands of years ago. Before civil unions like today's existed. At that time, wizards swore under the stars. And she created a ceremony for herself and her protector, because she believed that no mundane oath was good enough to represent the connection she had with them."

You were impressed, absorbing her words. Wanda thought your silence was because you didn't like the idea, and started justifying how it's okay if you don't want to, babbling about it being something silly and old.

"Wait, are you asking me to marry you?" you interrupt with a laugh, and she blushes heavily, but keeps her gaze on you.

"Well, I said I would, didn't I?" She returns clumsily. "We...er, I think we both agree that we're going to be together, and I said I was going to ask, I just didn't say when, but I've been thinking about it for quite some time and-hmpt"

You kissed her on the mouth, firmly and eagerly, making her sigh against your lips. But you pulled away with a giggle as soon as Wanda started to reciprocate.

"What's funny?" She asks confused and in a hoarse voice, shaken by the sudden kiss. You looked at her with adoration and amusement, smoothing her cheeks with one hand.

"Honey, I was going to ask you to marry me."

"What?" she retorts in surprise, raising her eyebrow. You laugh.

"Yeah, in a few minutes actually, I was trying to get a little courage." You confess, half-heartedly now that Wanda is looking at you with so much love in her eyes. "I guess I haven't stopped thinking about it since we got here, and you talked about not having a ring. Part of me wanted to propose to you first, before you did."

Wanda laughed, and then kissed you again, more quietly this time. You both smiled against each other's lips before pulling away.

"Does that mean we're engaged now?" You ask almost shyly, and Wanda bites her lips, looking up at you.

"Yes." She says, no longer able to contain her smile. "And that in some time we will be wives."

You smile, sighing. "Wives." You repeat, smiling. "That sounds really good, Wanda."

Wanda agrees, smiling as well, she adjusts herself to lean completely against you, as you slip your arm across her shoulder.

The fireworks show will start soon, and you will see it through to the end.

//-//-//-//-//

“Tony, we’re here!”

As soon as you announced this aloud by entering the living room, you heard an exclamation of "They're here!" which was accompanied by your brother coming from the kitchen to help you with the bags.

"Come on, honey, let me carry them." You said quickly as you looked at Wanda who was standing behind you, taking the suitcase from her hand.

"Hey, come on in, come on in!" Tony said quickly, hugging you as he picked up the bags, and helped Wanda in as well.

You could hear the sound of voices in the kitchen, suggesting that most of the guests had already arrived.

"Aunt Wanda!" Shouted a childish voice that you knew well, running into the room toward your wife, but you caught Morgan on your lap before she jumped at Wanda, who was laughing.

"Hey, hey, little girl, come here!" You said smiling, "You can't jump on Aunt Wanda like that, huh? You have to watch out for Billy and Tommy."

Morgan put her finger to her mouth, looking at you with wide eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot."

"It's okay, sweetheart." Wanda spoke, reaching up to stroke the child's cheeks, her other hand resting on your eight month old belly. "Soon they'll be here and you'll be able to play with them, and give them as many hugs as you want."

"In the meantime you can hug your other aunt, you know?" you suggest, tickling the little girl who falls into laughter on your lap.

You then join the others in the kitchen.

It is the English Witch Independence holiday, and well, since the war, breaks like this are well taken.

The witch community has never been in such harmony.

Since the Stark mansion was already rebuilt, Tony organized everything.

You and Wanda were going to stay the whole holiday, as were most of your friends.

"Where are Gamora and Quill?" You asked Tony as soon as he finished greeting everyone.

"They went to the village to buy more food." Tony says helping Morgan pin up her hair. "Jarvis thinks we miscalculated how much we should have bought."

You just mutter in understanding, focusing your attention on Wanda again, who is answering Mantis about the trip. You confirm that she is feeling well before you go upstairs to take your bags to your room.

Later on, Tony and Steve end up setting up a table in the backyard, because the kids are almost knocking things over in the kitchen with their play.

After helping them with this, there are also some chairs in the pond area, and you are watching Morgan playing witch tag with the other children; Bucky and Sam's son Charlie, Natasha and Maria's little girls, Oksana and Olivia.

Pietro also brings Luna, but he is late, but he brings cake, and the little girl runs straight into your lap when she sees you.

"You are so grown up Lunie!" You comment, spinning her in the air, causing her to laugh as your brother-in-law greets his sister and the rest of the guests.

"Okay, people, Steve just burned the barbecue so let's resort to another form of food!" Bucky comments loudly making the vast majority of the adults laugh, while Steve complains in the background that it was just a piece of meat that got a little more on the fire than it should have.

Anyway, there are several options for food. Because every time he has a big holiday like this one, Jarvis makes a point of preparing things from every place the guests have come from. And well, you and Tony know witches from various parts of the world.

Besides, now that you and Wanda live in Sokovia, you were much more used to her typical food than to England's, and you weren't complaining.

You serve Wanda a few things before sitting down next to her. "Here you go dear."

"Thank you, my love." She thanks you as she accepts the plate, and looks at you curiously when she sees you sitting down. "Honey, don't worry, you can go play Quidditch with the others, I'll be fine."

Maybe, now that Wanda is pregnant, you've been getting a little clingy. She doesn't really care, and you would dismiss anything to follow her around.

"No, baby, it's okay." You say quickly, watching the children jump excitedly at the sight of Pietro and Gamora with brooms in hand. "I'd rather sit on my wife's side."

Wanda smiles, shaking her head, and you intertwine your hands, kissing her palm before she begins to eat.

A few moments later, in between laughing at the children's excitement about the tricks Pietro performs in the air, Wanda comments softly beside you.

"You think we'll be good like this?" She asks, stroking her belly lightly. Her gaze is focused on Pietro teaching Luna to ride the broom. You glance at her.

"I'm sure we will, honey." You say. "You mostly."

Wanda sighs, turning her face to you. "Even though I'm the Scarlet Witch?"

You smile, putting your arm over her shoulder. "I think Billy and Tommy will find it incredible. As do I."

Wanda smiles shyly, leaning against you.

"It's a shame this will only last four days." She then comments, sighing a little.

"Yeah, but that just makes it all the more precious, doesn't it?" You return, stroking her arm with your fingers. "Every year we look forward to it more. And next year, we'll have two little babies with us, too."

Wanda nods, straightening up to kiss her cheek.

"I love you." She says, making you look at her.

"Me too, Wanda." You say. "I love you for a lifetime, sweetheart."

"And beyond the stars." She whispers back, in mention of your wedding vows, making you smile before kissing her.

"Daddy, Aunt Y/N and Aunt Wanda are doing that again!" Morgan complains loudly, and you and Wanda part, laughing shyly, while the other adults laugh as well, and Tony reaches over to take his daughter on his lap. "Why do they kiss all the time, Daddy?"

"Because they like to give me material for my therapist, dear." Tony returns by making you move to throw a pillow from the outside chair at him, which he just deflects as he laughs.

"It's just because they love each other so much, honey." Steve says as he takes his daughter on his lap, giving Tony a look about saying the right things in Morgan's learning phase, but your brother just shrugs, laughing as he takes his husband's place at the grill. "Like your daddy always hugs me, or Aunt Maria falls asleep on Aunt Nat's shoulder?"

Maria, who was almost falling asleep, made a defensive face, making everyone laugh, but her wife, Nat, stroked her hair and gently pulled her back to herself.

"I get it, Daddy." Morgan says smiling as she is put back on the floor.

"Now go play." Steve says. "And watch out for the gnomes."

Morgan gives a mischievous grimace before running back to the rest of the children. Steve sighs because now she was probably going to come back covered in dirt after jumping into the gardens after the gnomes.

Steve takes the empty seat next to you.

"I can't believe we have to work again on Monday." He mutters, closing his eyes, making you laugh. "It could be a holiday every day."

"So you could burn the barbecue every day, right buddy?" You tease making him and Wanda laugh.

"In my defense, well, I have no argument really." He says. "I thought I was going to learn to cook after the war, but that proved impossible."

You just laughed, turning your attention forward.

"Speaking of work, how are things?" Steve asks next, opening his eyes. You sigh, exchanging a look with Wanda before waving your fingers so that one of the buttery beer bottles flies off the table into your hand. Steve gives a short laugh, "That bad?" He asks about your change in posture.

"You'd be surprised how many crazies are willing to destroy the universe, Rogers." You comment, but then force a smile, relaxing your posture. "But let's not talk about that today buddy. It's a day of celebrating, we rest on holidays. And Wanda is on leave."

"Sure, sure." Steve says. "But you know you can always count on me, right? We're all here for whatever you need."

You pat his shoulder. "Of course, Steve. I appreciate it."

For now, you and your wife, and your future babies, would rest.

There were always going to be dangers outside the border, just as the Ancient One warned you, almost eleven years ago, when you joined Kamar-Taj.

Now, you were already a master of the mystic arts, and Wanda was known throughout the wizarding world for being the Scarlet Witch, the protector of your world.

You had a lot of work to do, and some back pain.

But that was all right. You also had Wanda. And she wasn't going anywhere without you.

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A/F/N> If you have any doubts about how some things happened, I wanted to leave some details open, so that each of you can have your own headcanons. Reader and Wanda got married where, when? You decide. I hope you enjoyed it. See you soon!

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Dramione Recommendations

Ok so, 2020 has been A LOT but on a personal note one of the most surprising things to happen was me discovering Dramione fanfiction and becoming unashamedly obsessed with it. I really didn’t see that coming but I’m here now and I’m here to stay.

I think I started reading in the Dramione fandom around mid July last year?? (In all honesty I’ve lost any true sense of time’s progression at this point so I could be well off the mark with that) And I’ve decided to compile a list of all my favourite fics I’ve read so far. Why? I really just want to gush over all the amazing writers I have found through this fandom because y’all deserve it.

Side note: If any of the authors actually sees this post just dm so I can buy you coffee or post you writing supplies or something idk I feel like that’s the least I can do for all your amazing work x

Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

Ok I have to start with RN because this fic is pretty much the sole reason I decided to create an account with A03 or a tumblr or just decided to get involved with this fandom at all.

I headcannon this story hard. But I think even if you aren’t a fan of Dramione you should just read this because it is so unbelievably good and well written and poignant and Draco’s sarcastic personality in this is truly a thing of beauty in this - I relate to his inner monologue’s on a deep personal level.

I could rave about this story any time, any day of the week, just ask me. In fact, maybe I’ll just start a HeyJude19 fan club to fulfill that urge.

There are so many elements that I love but for the sake of brevity, RN is a beautifully told story of Draco and Hermione finding love and healing in a post-war HP setting. Heyjude19 had the very special ability of making me want to simulatenously laugh, cry and swoon with the power of her words. Just stop what you are doing and go read it now if you havent already, ok?

I also really enjoyed reading Bells on a Hill, Beers, Potions and Unwise Notions and A Shift in Focus, if you are looking for smaller fics, definitely give these a go. They are all funny and heartfelt stoires that will make your tippy toes wriggle with glee.

The Rights and Wrongs Series by @lovesbitca8

The Right Thing To Do, All The Wrong Things and The Auction are the holy trinity of Dramione writing. I have christened it thus, so mote it be. And frankly I’m not interested in any other opinion than that one, thank you very much!

After reading this series I don’t think I’ll be able to look back on the orginal HP books without thinking of Hermione’s and Draco’s memories of their time at Hogwarts in these fics as anything other than strictly cannon.

So many things to love about this series but I think one of the major highlights was Hermione and Draco’s use of occlumency. LoveBitca8 created such beautiful visuals with how occlumency works as a magical practice and seeing Draco and Hermione so devoted to eachother to the point of safeguarding their inner most feelings to protect eachother was unbelievably romantic and poetic.

Also the smut is divine ;)

Manacled by @senlinyu

My heart will never be the same after reading this story. Like I actually can’t think about this fic without getting a lump at the back of my throat. I have never felt so emotionally ruined after reading anything, compared to the likes of this fic. Just please, please read it. To badly quote HP, reading Manacled will make you suffer but you’re going to be happy about it.

The flashbacks are a rollercoaster in of themselves but the way Hermione inadvertently refers to them when she is still in a state of memory loss was so heartbreaking to read. My heart still aches for them both. Also its a truly satisfying to see Draco and Hermione written in a way were they are both so fiercly protective of one another. They make my insides go soft.

I also really enjoyed Snow Fall, Now Is A Gift and All You Want by the author but to be honest anything written by Senlinyu is always thoroughly enjoyable and worth a look.

The Erised Effect by @adaprix

Ada is QUEEN of dramione smut but ‘The Erised Effect’ is top tier. Its equal parts funny, romantic, sentimental and oh so sexy. Ada really knows how to build and build on sexual tension and doesn’t disappoint on the final delivery. I’m a big admirer of her writing style and just veraciously read whatever she posts but ‘The Erised Effect’ is just golden. A must read. (Also Pansy’s sexual fantasy in this story is a visual I don’t think I’ll ever be able to remove from my brain so thanks for that Ada)

Also quick side note: Adaprix’ stories were the first I read when I was looking into this fandom and it was enough to get me hooked on the pairing from the get go so I have that to thank Ada for too. I remember devouring all the stories she had posted to A03 and when I was done I was like... now what am I supposed to do with my life?? And that’s basically when I began to look deeper into the fandom and thus the course of my life in 2020 changed for the better.

Some other stories I love by her are Break for Me, All My Sins, The Big 4-0, The Fucklust Series and The Flat in Bath.

Clean by @olivieblake

This 6th Year AU where Draco and Hermione work together on a class assignment and end up falling in love had me feeling all kinds of ways when I read it. I almost don’t know where to start but I think one of the stand out things for me was how immersed I felt in reading it.

Hogwarts is captured really well, you get a good sense of class atmospheres, character nuances and behind the scenes of events that happen in HBP but from a Draco and Hermione’s perspectives. It’s well executed and intricate tapestry of a fic. With an excellent plot twist ending!

Also Hermione and Draco’s relationship in this is equal parts fluffy and smutty and it just ticks all the right boxes that you want to see for those characters ;)

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm

The angst in this one is just *chef’s kiss*

God I love this fic. The way Draco is portrayed is very true to his defensive and tetchy character in the original books but he is also given so much more depth. The way his diary entries are written are just so well executed. It’s a true testament to the author’s creative writing skill. And I LOVE how even though Draco is clearly in such a messed up place, he still has a basic level of self respect and dignity that he won’t tolerate being used or undervalued in his relationship with Hermione.

Yep, I really love Draco’s characterisation in this one if you can’t tell. But Hermione is also well written too. Her stuggles and trauma of returning to Hogwarts after war is described in a believable and grounded way. And my heart definitely ached for them both. I just wanted to wrap the pair of them in a big fuzzy blanket and tell them that everything will be alright.

WANDS OUT! by @persephonestone

This murder mystery / Dramione / Theo x Harry / AU crossover is everything I didn’t know I wanted until I read it. I felt like I was picked up and plonked right into an alternative dimension where all the characters of HP are just living it up in an Agatha Christie novel.

It’s a funny and clever story that I found refreshing to read amongst all the other fanfics that are usually cemented in the HP timeline or universe. Theodore Nott in this fic is perfection he should be written like this in every fic from now on in my opinion. I couldn’t stop giggling any time he had a scene in the story.

And the ‘only one bed’ trope in this fic is 10/10. I don’t want to give spoilers but ohmygod. It hits all the right notes.

The One With Technical Difficulties by cassielassie

Cassielassie has an excellent three part series of Dramone called ‘The One with...” but I have to give special credit to this story in particular for one main reason. ELEVATOR TROPES. I can’t get enough of em. I think I have my early childhood viewings of NCIS to thank for my obsession with elevator tropes they just do something to me that simply cannot be explained with mere words. The palpable sexual tension of being in a broken down elevator with an ‘enemies to lovers’ pairing, a heated arguement breaks out followed by a discovery of mutual feelings and a romantic embrace...

Eugh. It gets me everytime. And this fic is no exception. I loved it for all the reasons I’ve already stated above but also for the attention to detail in Draco and Hermione’s careers makes this one particularly immersive. The dynamics between them established in this one-shot are convincingly portrayed and the chemistry between them is so undeniably hot.

The Light is No Mystery by @masterofinfinities

Yooo if you want to read a dramione fic that is a deep dive into Pureblood culture and Post-War recovery but is also a perfect allegory for discrimination and today’s political landscape of moral grandstanding for votes then look no further than this one.

This story has a bit of everything. Intrigue, mystery, ptsd and recovery, enemies to lovers / secret relationship, government conspiracy and humour, to name a few. I eargerly await every update to this story and am anxious to know how it ends!

The Eagle’s Nest by HeartOfAspen

Finally! A fic that gives me the Ravenclaw representation I crave. I think I could recommend this fic on the lore depicted of Ravenclaw house alone. ‘The Stacks’ and Rowena Ravenclaw’s own ‘come and go room’ are just such cool details that I could see being real in the HP universe.

This fic is so cosy and makes me feel like I’m just popping back into Hogwarts for another year. You get to see all the usuals like prof. Mcgongall, Nearly headless Nick, PEEVES, Hagrid, as well as learn more about minor characters from the other school houses. The story follows Hermione going to her day to day classes and there are interesting concepts about magic and alchemy that are explored.

Draco and Hermione’s relationship in this one is of course very fluffy and heartfelt. But it’s the attention to detail that really makes this fic outstanding and the experience of reading it feels fleshed out and true to HP universe.

A shorter fic by HeartofAspen that I recommend is one called Set in Stone, it has an adventurous, Indianna Jones vibe to it, that I am so down for.

Teachable Moments by @purplesugarquills

In this fic Hermione is an innocent little virgin determined to learn everything about sex. And Draco Malfoy is her tutor. If that isn’t enough to get you on board then I don’t know what is. Both Heartfelt and Steamy. PurpleSugarQuills writes smut so well but it’s the progression of their growing attachment and the nervous treading of new uncharted waters of romantic relationships for both of them that just adds a whole other level of feels to the story. Also chapter 9 is like reading poetry - its so good. Eugh just give it a read if you haven’t already.

Les Pèlerins by @pacific-rimbaud

This story is high art. It’s transcendent. Reading this story feels like the emotional equivalent of standing around a hundred glowing fairy lights, sipping hot cocoa and being wrapped in the loving embrace of a s/o. I can’t speak my praises highly enough or even become passably coherent in my words when I try to articulate a review.

From the very first paragraph I felt like I was just whisked away on a Parisian holiday and I’ve never even bloody been to Paris but damn it if this story didn’t make me feel like I was there. The writing style is just so tactile and intense it’s like I could feel the cold winter air brush against me as I read it. Eugh I just completely fell in love with the story and the writer.

New Year’s resolution. Read everything PacificRimbaud has ever posted online.

#This post is the online equivalent of me thrusting a pile of books into your hands and poking at you until you every single one #A behaviour I may or may not already be prone to #dramione #fanfiction #fanfic recommendations #I think I may have missed a few but I think I'll try to make a habit of gushing over new writers as I find them #Doing this just satisfies a deep inner urge in me to just compliment the everloving shit out of writers #who made my life a little more bearable with their words

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Masterlist for One Shots

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There are a couple other masterlists for 18+ Content and Head Canons and a few Celebrity one shots if you wanted to check them out.

There are works for Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill and Agatha Harkness

One Shots

@procrastinatingsapphictrash

The Best Gift - NatashaxReader

You wait until Valentine’s day to tell Natasha that the procedure worked and you are pregnant.

Drunken Confessions - NatashaxReader

You help Natasha get to bed when she is drunk and she ends up confessing feelings for you that you hope are true.

I Came Back For You - NatashaxReader

You are neutral in the fight, or so you think before you are told you can't be and are taken away with the rest of Cap's team. (Personal Favourite)

Magical Nights - NatashaxReader

Hogwarts au! You and Natasha sneak out to spent the night together discussing the future.

Already Dating - NatashaxReader

Tony and Steve decide to lock you and Natasha in an elevator because they think you have feelings for each other. Little do they know you’re already together! (Personal Favourite)

My Tasha - NatashaxReader

Natasha tries to seduce you at a party but you misunderstand, assuming she's just using you. Both of you mope before realizing what happened. (Personal Favourite)

Affection - NatashaxReader

You and Natasha watch a movie and Natasha realizes how much she likes affection. (Personal Favourite)

Shy - NatashaxReader

You are super shy and have a huge crush on Natasha although you can barely talk to her. But when you spend some time alone together everything changes

It’s You Dumbass - NatashaxReader

You accidentally (fine, maybe purposely) overhear a conversation and jump to the wrong conclusion but eventually you figure it out. (Personal Favourite)

Studying - NatashaxReader

Natasha helps you study for your Russian exam that you’ve been having trouble with. (Personal Favourite)

Can’t Get Over Her - NatashaxReader

You have always had a bit of a crush on Natasha but it’s unrequited. You let Tony and Wanda take you to a club and Nat starts acting differently.

Lost Chances - NatashaxReader

It’s the day of your wedding and you get an unexpected visitor, someone you haven’t seen in over two years. (Personal Favourite)

Can’t Leave Me Behind - NatashaxReader

Natasha holds your hand to prevent you from rushing ahead of her and it’s all you can think about.

Doubt - NatashaxReader

Natasha goes to surprise her wife when she is coming home from a mission but gets strangely insecure. Reader reassures her that she will always love her.

Morning Cuddles - NatashaxReader

During your morning cuddles with Natasha you both say I love you for the first time (Personal Favourite)

Arms Wrapped Around Me - NatashaxReader

You’re having a bad day and feel insecure so you go to Natasha for comfort.

Touch of Innocence - NatashaxReader

You dance with Natasha outside after her mission while she thinks about you and your relationship. (Personal Favourite)

Early Morning Talks - NatashaxReader

A nightmare wakes you up early but Natasha is there to lend an ear and cuddle.

Pregnant - NatxWandaxReader

You’re having a lazy morning with your wives when you get some good news from Bruce.

Headaches & Cuddles - NatxWandaxReader

Your girlfriends are amazing at making your day worth while after a long day at work.

@wandavixen

Dreams Of The Future - NatashaxReader

A lazy morning with your girlfriend quickly turns to sharing your hopes of the future with one another (Personal Favourite)

We’ll Say Hello Again - WandaxReader

When Nat dies on a mission you’re left grieving her death and Wanda comforts you which could eventually turn to something more

@nothere-notthere-nowhere

Long nights - WandaxReader

You tell your team you go clubbing with Bucky every weekend, which aggravates the young red headed witch who clearly has a crush on you. But she doesn’t know something. (Personal Favourite)

Your Wanda - WandaxReader

This is your Wanda, the soft girl with an accent she doesn’t need to hide. Your Wanda, that no one else gets to see. But is she really yours? (Personal Favourite)

Studying - NatashaxReader

Studying for an exam is overwhelming. Nat helps calm you down and get you prepared

@reminiscingtonight

Accidentally in love - WandaxReader

When you read an article in a magazine ‘8 signs she’s in love with you’ whilst your bored. You realise your friendship might be more than you thought.

Lego House - WandaxReader

When you’re best friend gets cheated on by her boyfriend she confesses something she’s been burying for a while.

Need You Now - WandaxReader

Reminiscing in your old photos of your lost love ends in a slightly drunken phone call with them. (Personal Favourite)

Hesitate - NatashaxReader

Natasha disappeared for a year and when she returned you were expectedly angry, though things might lighten up

@jbbarnesnnoble

Look Me In The Heart - NatashaxReader

You and Natasha have been together for several years. You want forever, and she’s pulling away.

Look At Her - NatashaxReader

You and Natasha are close to taking the next step in your relationship

And Many More - WandaxReader

A miscommunication leads to a minor panic when you decide to spend your birthday holed up at the library, leaving only a note on your nightstand.

@marvelsbanner

Part Of A Team - WandaxReader

Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

World’s Sweetest Assassin - NatashaxReader

Pure Fluff filled morning cuddles with your girlfriend trying to make the most of the time your have together before a mission

Safe and Sound - NatashaxReader

Short one shot of you being comfortable by your girlfriend after a long day at work

Someone To You - NatashaxReader

The newest Avengers recruit feels out of place and alone after her life changes so rapidly, but she’s not as alone as she thinks. Based off of the song Someone To You by Banners.

I’ll Kill Him For You? - NatashaxReader

Short one shot based off of the incorrect quote where Natasha says she’d kill for you.

Just This Once - NatashaxReader

Reader has nightmares and finds comfort with a fellow avenger.

@aphrodite-made-me-write-it

Drunk Blessings - DarcyxReader

You get a drunk phone call at 4am from a very pissed off astrophysicist who loves to rant about lost bar fries and stolen iPods. Your brother tries to set you up with a girl who tased him. (Personal Favourite)

As the newest Avenger, you find yourself becoming best friends with the Black Widow. Your bond is unlike most, and it isn’t long before you begin questioning your feelings for her. (Personal Favourite)

Take My Breath Away - NatashaxReader

Natasha has the flu and to avoid her wrath, the Avengers decide to go on a top secret mission. Unfortunately, either because you’re the newest member of the group or because Natasha always seems to fixate on you, you’re tasked with staying behind and taking care of her. You may have bitten off more than you can chew. (Personal Favourite)

To Mend - NatashaxReader

You and Natasha broke up years ago when you decided to sign up for a Super Soldier program. Now, you’re asked to join the Avengers - which, inevitably, means confronting your ex and the heartache that you’ve totally, 100% dealt with. (Personal Favourite)

@delfiore

Better Than Losing You - WandaxReader

your abilities to see into the future couldn’t stop what you didn’t want to admit was the inevitable.

@nyx-aira

End My Suffering - AgathaxReader

Agatha is accused of breaking the rules of the coven. As things spiral out of control she injures you badly. What is she going to do now?

Betrayal - AgathaxReader

After you find out what was going on you feel betrayed. Is your love strong enough or will it break?

@saltybaltic

Take Me Down - NatashaxReader

Natasha pushes you into training with her one morning in a bid to finally get you to talk about something. (Personal Favourite)

You Have A Date - NatashaxReader

Since becoming an Avenger you’ve had your eye on one of the ladies on your team. Will you ever be brave enough to say something or you will have to rely on someone else’s meddling.

Secrets - NatashaxReader

You and Natasha have secretly sleeping together for a few weeks now. How long can you continue to keep it from the team?

No Sleep - NatashaxReader

Natasha has been working a lot of hours at the moment and is ridiculously sleep deprived. Will she accept some help?

I’m Not Sick - NatashaxReader

Natasha is late for training one morning which isn’t like her. When you go and find out why, it seems she’s not in very good shape

Best Friends - NatashaxReader

You have been a part of The Avengers for nearly a year now, and have been lucky enough to call Natasha Romanoff your best friend. Is there more to it than that? (Personal Favourite)

Translation - NatashaxReader

You have wanted Natasha to teach you a few things in Russian for a while now but she’s not too keen. Will you ever change her mind? (Personal Favourite)

5ft of Problems - NatashaxReader

Natasha isn’t the tallest member of the team which leads to her needing help sometimes. (Personal Favourite)

Confidence - NatashaxReader

You have a huge crush on one of your team mates but you’re too shy to ever do anything about it. Fortunately, people have noticed and you might be about to get some help.

@thewidowintheweb

Don’t Pull A Muscle - NatashaxReader

You got along with all your teammates apart from one and when you get stuck on a mission with her feelings are revealed. (Personal Favourite)

El Diablo - NatashaxReader

Enemies to Lovers trope, when Natasha comes face to face with Diablo she can’t help but be attracted

Gentle Assassin - NatashaxReader

When you get sick on a mission, Natasha ends up looking after you. Nursing you back to Heath do feelings arise? (Personal Favourite)

Late Nights and Poetry - NatashaxReader

Is your relationship toxic or are you just having a rough patch? Staying up all night worried for the love of your life to come home. Is the toxicity just being covered by love?

Red-Headed Beauty - NatashaxReader

Natasha gets kidnapped and you feel more sorry for the guys who took your girlfriend hostage over her being taken. Prompt

@mcuwritin

Ticklish - WandaxReader

You get injured on a mission and when trying to see the wound Wanda finds out your ticklish.

In Your Dreams - WandaxReader

You’re the sister of Thor, this is the first time you come down to Midgard and are greeted by a beautiful witch.

Frenemies - WandaxReader

You help the avengers out without them knowing (with the help of the marvel defenders) who you are and so they see you as a threat, but this soon changes when Wanda catches you and reads your mind.

Mission Gone Wrong - WandaxReader

You hoped to get back to your girlfriend for dinner, paprikash! But things didn’t go to plan

Oblivious - NatashaxReader

You go out on dates to try and add some spice to your life, but Natasha always seems to need you on those days. Was the love you truly wanted right there the entire time? (Personal Favourite)

Promises - NatashaxReader

When your best friend Stephen Strange barged into your club LUX, claiming that the Avengers need your help, you were not happy at all. Your mood might've changed after you met a certain redhead. (Personal Favourite)

@imnotasuperhero

Go Hard, Run the Show - WandaxReader

You have to teach one of the recruits who is the boss, especially since your girlfriend is watching and is definitely jealous.

@slut-for-nat

Family - NatashaxReader

You start telling Nat about your dream of the future and she finally talks to you about her sterilisation (Personal Favourite)

Last Night - NatashaxReader

Natasha has been kept occupied lately so you try to busy yourself in order to not miss her as much, waking up in the one you loves arms

@starsvck

Lapse of Judgement - NatashaxReader

During a heated argument, Mommy!Nat says some things that she knows are sensitive subjects, but doesn’t realise until it’s almost too late

@thenatashamaximoff

Back To You - WandaxReader

What are the chances that a nuclear attack threatens New York when you decide to take Tony’s newest Iron Man suit on a joy ride? Very high, actually. (Personal Favourite)

Step Back to Reality - NatashaxReader

A soul for the soul stone was how it always went, but you don’t accept that. Basically like WandaVision but with you and Natasha.

@sapphicshots

Is This a Thing? - DarcyxReader

You and Darcy have been spending a lot of time together working for SWORD, but that friendship blossoms into something else. (Personal Favourite)

Maybe Next Week - Teacher!WandaxReader

You know that one teacher who never stops with the pet names?.. that’s wanda and you can’t seem to keep your face from blushing every time she says them

You Make a Good Fake Girlfriend - WandaxReader

You and Wanda get sent on a mission to pretend to date for 2 weeks. When your cover almost gets blown and things get heated, maybe some feelings arise? (Personal Favourite)

@caws5749

Buried Here - Dead!NatashaxReader

Natasha dies leaving you alone to bring up your daughter together, she’s the light of your life but it pains you watching her miss the woman she never properly got to meet when she should’ve had a perfect connection there (Personal Favourite)

@band--psycho

I Miss You - NatashaxReader

After the blip Natasha makes videos to cope with losing you, though she never gave up hope. When you finally return after 5 years she sacrificed herself to bring you back, the videos comfort you. (Personal Favourite)

@adorkwithaplan

Turn Ons and Movie Marathons - DarcyxReader

You and Darcy are watching a movie and things get a little heated... but not too heated

@ynscrazylife

Accidental Matchmaker - DarcyxReader

You and Darcy met working at SWORD on the Westview case. When you’re both pulled into Westview, you get turned into a married couple.

It’s a Small World - DarcyxReader

You and Darcy are roommates and you find out that they’re both working on the Westview case. Jimmy and Monica, seeing that Darcy and you like each other so set you up on a date.

@5-puthyyy

Love Language - NatashaxReader

Natasha is the last to warm up to you, but when she does you realise what her love language is… (Personal Favourite)

@redhoodssweetheart

Life and Death - NatashaxReader

Natasha and you were happy, but a month after your wedding you were killed. Natasha will do anything to get you back, even if it means she has to go into the Underworld to retrieve you. (Personal Favourite)

@frostedfaves

I Drove You Crazy - NatashaxReader

Natasha, quite the friendship blossomed between the two of you over the years until one night you admit your crush...

For The Love of a Daughter - NatashaxReader

The mum friend (or girlfriend) sometimes needs a mum, too.

@cloudy-minded-idiot

Closing Time - NatashaxReader

Closing Time Continuation

A wounded stranger stumbles into your life one night, and you find yourself helping her out despite your better instincts. (Personal Favourite)

@marvels-writings

Like A Mosaic - NatashaxReader

Reflections are often distorted, making it so all you can see are flaws. You think they make you broken, but she thinks you beautiful

Choices - YelenaxReader

You and Yelena get into a fight and some hurtful things are said, but when you’re found in Natasha’s bed more pain is created (personal favourite)

@dreamywlws

I Want One - NatashaxReader

Set in Iron Man 2, first time you meet Natasha Romanoff and you’re smitten (Personal Favourite)

@vancityfire13

Taking Up Space - NatashaxReader

After the blip, Natasha allows her grief to overtake your relationship. She only realises when it’s too late.

Finders Keepers - NatashaxReader

Natasha being the most adorable mother and partner

@1-800-gaygentsofshield

Kiss and Make-Up - NatashaxReader

first thing in the morning, you and nat get into an argument, not having a chance to cool down before the both of you get sent off on a mission. when you both get back, natasha apologizes in the best way she knows how.

@theperfectlovestory

Deserving - NatashaxReader:CarolxReader

before you got together with Natasha, lines and lines of suitor fought for your attention but it seems like Natasha didn't know how lucky she really was to get your attention until she was losing her grasp on you

Sweater Weather - NatashaxReader

Both you and Natasha seems to be content with just being near each other and not craving for physical affection but what will happen when you two are forced to be apart for a long amount of time (Personal Favourite)

@natalieruhsman

Breaking the Silence - NatashaxReader

Five lonely years in the tower have left Natasha and Y/N living in near silence. Y/N decides she misses the music. Natasha decides she misses dancing.

@missmonsters2

Tequila on Your Lips - WandaxReader

After a drunken night with Wanda you both have different views on what’s to come of you.

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