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empress-simps · 2 months

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Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

#sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #soulmate au #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter #angst with a happy ending #sirius orion black #regulus black

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zordanna · 25 days

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𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓮

A fluffy fic inspired from this old drawing I did🍃

English is not my first language and I hate writing so don’t expect too much. It’s just a small scene where Sebastian realises he’s in love with my MC, you can imagine yours there too of course! I ain’t stopping you🫡 enjoy I guess?

Sebastian yawned softly as he kept silently reading his history of magic notes while sitting on the carpet and resting his back on the couch, Eleonora was next to him laying fully on it while reading the chapter trying really hard to not fall asleep.

“Ugh I swear I’m failing this time”

She mumbled while flipping pages. Sebastian rolled his eyes and spoke back with annoyance.

“You literally have the highest grades of all the students in our class, shut up-”

Eleonora huffed and gave him a soft nudge with her knee in response.

“Just because the competition prefers wandering in the restricted section more than studying actual subjects. You know- instead of forbidden ones”

Sebastian groaned and rested his head on the couch seat cushion to look at her better.

“You are a pain in the ass.” He breathed out glancing back at his notes pretending to ignore her.

“The feeling is mutual”

She ruffled his brown curls gaining a soft laugh from him , the boy rested one cheek on the cushion and gazed at her while his notes ended up spread around the intricated embodied carpet of Russel living room. Sebastian glanced at the book and got an idea.

“I can read it for you, if you want, so we both learn something at least”

His proposal sounded quite nice to Eleonora, she gave him the book and set herself comfortable as he cleared his throat. He started reading and he could almost feel her gaze caressing his skin, Sebastian didn’t know how he managed to say the words correctly without fumbling while having that lovely pair of blue eyes staring at him, the warmth of her presence, her sweet scent of lavender and soap pervading his nostrils…Merlin help him!

On the other side Eleonora’s eyes were looking at his freckles, she always thought they looked like a starry sky , sometimes she would find full constellations in them while stealing glances at her friend’s features. She glanced at his lashes, was it even legal to have them so long and soft? The way they fluttered while he was reading, the way the sun was making them shine with a warm orange shade. She was mesmerised. That’s for sure. The words sounded like a sweet lullaby rather than an actual lecture on how their ancestors channeled magic trough the years, her eyes felt heavy and her body a little too relaxed.

Maybe if she closed her eyes just for a second…yeah that should do it.

Sebastian was reading the last paragraph when he heard soft snoring coming from his right side ,he turned his head a little to check on Eleonora and a warm smile formed on his lips as he realised she had fallen asleep. He closed the book putting it away before adjusting himself leaning closer to the sleeping girl. He rested his elbow on the couch cushion careful to not disturb her rest, as usual Eleonora needed her afternoon nap.

Memories of their third year flashed in his mind, rainy afternoons spent napping all together on the same couch down in the undercroft between a mess of books and unfinished candies. Anne was still…well Anne. No curse, no pain just Anne, sleeping peacefully while her tiny head would rest on Ominis shoulder as he was nestled up almost like a cat. Eleonora’s long blonde hair would tickle his nose as he often found himself using her soft curls as a pillow. They always smelled so good it wasn’t his fault they felt so comfy.

Instinctively Sebastian brushed off some of her blonde strands that were framing her face, very carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her long blonde curls that once were left wild and free were now tied up in that blue ribbon he gifted her almost two years ago.

“You keep wearing it all the time mh?”

He mumbled softly more to himself than to her. The soft blue satin fabric was a bit smudged near the knot after years of wearing it every day, that’s what happens with the things you love most isn’t it? They change.

Sebastian always questioned why she would refuse to buy another one, a prettier one maybe made from the most expensive silk with embodied details but she always said that one was just perfect. She loved it.

And he loved how beautiful she looked with it. He loved the way it always made her eyes stand out matching their colour, he loved how it swayed like a swallowtail when she would rush around the hallways late for classes trying to not trip on other students. Swallows are a sign of hope and freedom, he was certain that if she had to be an animal she would be one of them. She was always there trying to see the good side of everything, which in his darker days was both infuriating and yet comforting. It was reassuring having her slapping some sense in his thick skull sometimes, he couldn’t deny it.

He also loved that, her scolding tone, her stubbornness and resolution whenever he was acting like a complete ass. He loved the way she would ruffle his hair to annoy him, he loved how her soft hands were making him feel butterflies flying around his stomach every damn time…

Sebastian’s chocolate brown eyes were fixed on Eleonora’s delicate face as the sudden realisation hit him like a whole bombarda in his chest.

He was falling in love. No. He was in love. Utterly. Undeniably in love.

He didn’t realise his face was few centimetres away from hers till now, his lips dangerously close to hers. Before doing something stupid and reckless he pulled away slightly and took a moment to gain his composure, his eyes wandered around the luxurious living room of her family’s manor, the paintings of the Russels were almost staring at him, judging him with their cold gaze.

Who was he trying to fool? He was nobody compared to her family, an orphan living in a cottage with his grumpy uncle, it would never be fair to her. Knowing her parents Eleonora had probably her life planned since day one, as her older sister Ofelia once told him they lived in a golden cage with all comforts but still a cage. It was all doomed from the start so- for now it was better to suppress those feelings. To pretend they never had been there.

For now having her friendship was more than he could hope for, Sebastian looked at the big wood carved clock and checked the time, it was getting pretty late, he sighed and with a soft spoken tone called for her.

“Hey…Birdie”

The world would never want them together, that’s what he was telling himself, yet when he saw those blue eyes and that warm sleepy smile greeting him Sebastian thought that the world could burn or destroy itself in that exact moment.

The world would know Lady Eleonora Russel but Birdie. Birdie was just for him and that was all he needed.

“Birdie? What am I a chicken?”

Eleonora said with a snort while sitting up and stretching a bit letting a yawn escape her lips.

“No more like a goose.”

Sebastian retorted with a cheeky grin. She had no idea of what passed by his mind all the short time she was asleep.

“Ouch- did I snore loud?”

“Terribly. I mistaken you for a troll or something at some point.”

Eleonora laughed at the statement and crossed her arms in a proud stance.

“Was I annoying you?”

“Terribly.” Sebastian said faking an exasperated sigh.

“Good. I can consider my mission accomplished then”

She added with a chuckle while they both got up to walk towards the kitchen for stealing a snack or two. Luckily her parents wouldn’t be back till next early morning considering their habit to attend balls and ceremonies maintaining their high social status connections. That was a relief for the two of them but also for the servitude. The house elves were quite fond of Eleonora, a true ray of sunshine in that toxic household.

The afternoon passed by with their usual playful bantering like any other. It was better pretending nothing happened for Sebastian, it was for the best really.

Was it? Only time would tell. For now they were just fifteen, sitting on the kitchen counter munching a stolen slice of lemon tart while yapping about how they were both convinced Professor Garlick was hiding “special plants” somewhere in the greenhouse.

It was a normal spring afternoon during the end of the 19th century.

Flowers were blooming , birds were chirping and the air smelled like clean laundry and soap.

Winter was just a distant thought, none of them could ever imagine how everything would irreversibly change in few months.

Moments like these would be soon turned into distant faded happy memories but for now…it was all that mattered.

#hogwarts legacy #art #hogwarts legacy art #hogwarts legacy mc #illustrators on tumblr #my ocs #oc art #artwork #illustration #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #fluff #oc x canon #sebastian sallow x reader

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blackbirdi · 3 months

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Harry Potter Incorrect Quotes #1

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Ron: *Thinking* There she is. Now I can tell Hermione to fuck off.

Ron: HEY, HERMIONE!

Hermione: What?

Ron: WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCK ME!?

Hermione: *Eyes widening* What!?

Harry: *Trying not to burst out laughing* Confident.

Ron: *Blushing* Wait - no - I - I didn’t mean it like that!

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Ginny: *Staring at the ducks in the Black Lake* What would you call a duck with fangs?

Luna: A fuck.

Ginny: *Snickering* Luna, no!

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Hermione: I like you, Ron.

Ron: *Internally* Okay. You got this. Calm down. Just don’t fuck up.

Ron:

Hermione:

Ron: Yes.

Ron: FUCK.

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Ron: There’s three ways of doing things: the right way, the wrong way, and the Harry way.

Hermione: Isn’t that just the wrong way?

Ron & Harry: Yes … but faster!

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Hermione: *Banging on the dorm room door that Harry locked himself in* Come on, Harry, open up!

Harry: It all started when my mum and dad died..

Hermione: No, I meant—

Ron: Let him finish, Hermione.

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Ginny: *Pissed at someone who made fun of Luna* You have no idea what I’m capable of.

Some random asshole classmate: It honestly feels like I’m being threatened by a cupcake.

*Ginny proceeds to hexing the ever living fuck out of them.*

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Ron: *Gets on one knee*

Hermione: Oh my Merlin! It’s finally happening!

Ron: *Ties his shoelace*

Hermione: *Crying tears of joy* He’s not wearing fucking crocs anymore!

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Ron: Hey, do you think I can fit fifteen marshmallows into my mouth?

Hermione: You’re a hazard to society.

Harry: And a coward. Do twenty!

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Ron: When I was younger I was grounded for a month because I came home late.

Fred: Well you deserved it!

Ron: ?

George: Getting everyone’s hopes up like that and then showing up again?

Fred: Unacceptable.

Ron:

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Ron: You promised you wouldn’t get me bees again!

The Twins: *From a distance* JUST OPEN IT!

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McGonagall: If I took a shot every time one of you made a bad decision, how intoxicated would I be?

Hermione: Maybe a little bit tipsy…

Ron: Wasted.

Harry: Dead.

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Author’s note: I wonder if you can tell what my favourite ship is from these…

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #golden trio era #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #minerva mcgonagall #incorrect quotes #harry potter incorrect quotes #romione

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sissyisawitch · 4 months

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It'll Be Okay

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x You

Summary: After the macabre events that occurred in the Feldcroft Catacomb, Sebastian is devastated. All he can think about is running away and pushing you away from him… but you don't plan to give up on him so easily.

Word Count: ~2.7k

Author's Note: This story is based on the song "It'll Be Okay" by Shawn Mendes. I hope you'll enjoy reading it!💙

Warnings: Major spoilers for the "In the Shadow of the Relic" quest + Angst

“I won’t let her suffer! Avada Kedavra!”

A flash of green light struck Solomon Sallow’s body, before it fell limp on the ground. Sebastian had done it. He had killed his uncle.

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black…

He dropped his wand which clattered on the ground.

And just like that, you and Sebastian's future plans vanished, completely ruined. They used to seem so simple... you were supposed to cure Anne with the relic, make her return to Hogwarts, and then be happy all together with your little quartet of friends.

But as fate would have it, that was never going to happen.

A high-pitched, distraught voice brought you out of your thoughts, “Depulso!”

Anne had appeared in the Catacomb and apparently witnessed the whole tragic scene that had just unfolded, whereupon she herself attacked her twin brother, propelling him with all her might against one of the stone walls to stop him.

Driven by her fiery anger, she used what little strength she had left to cast a couple more spells to defeat the remaining Inferi and reduce Salazar Slytherin's Spellbook to ashes.

“NO!” Sebastian howled. He could do nothing but watch his sister destroy the book that was supposed to contain all the solutions to save her life.

“You’ve made your choice.” She said simply, before disapparating with the inert corpse of their uncle.

“Oh, Anne… What have you done?”

Oh, there's nothing more painful. Nothing more painful…

You were paralysed, unable to move even a finger after witnessing such a heartbreaking scene where a family was completely shattered, with no means or hope of ever repairing their ties. Poor Sebastian was left entirely alone, tears in his eyes, his face contorted by his crushing grief and regret. Merlin, you hated that sight with all your heart.

“I-I must get out of here.” He mumbled as he stood up and quickly looked at his surroundings, as if he were completely disorientated.

“Seb, wait!” You tried to hold him back, but Sebastian would not listen.

Instead, he fled. He ran like mad towards the exit of the Catacomb, desperate for fresh air.

“SEBASTIAN!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you sped after him, hoping that it would be enough for him to hear you despite his head start.

It was only when you had made your way up the labyrinth of tunnels, once you were back in the Feldcroft countryside and away from the heavy atmosphere of the dusty Catacomb, that you managed to catch up with Sebastian.

Now that he was close at hand, you reached out to grab his arm, “Sebastian, stop!”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” He roared, sending your hand flying with more force than he would have used if he were in his normal state of mind.

You flinched out of reflex, but you were in no case scared of the boy. You never had been, and you knew you never would be. You understood that he was simply on edge and needed reassurance, so you kept your soft tone, “Seb–”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME!” He continued to shout in anger, but the way he was now gripping his hair and pulling at the roots showed that annoyance was being added to the palette of overwhelming emotions he was feeling at the moment. “For fuck’s sake I should’ve known better than to become friends with you in the first place.”

This. This last sentence. Maybe he could not scare you, but you too often forgot that he was still capable of hurting you, even if he did not mean any of it and it was his amalgam of panic and agitation that got the better of his words.

You tried your best to remain unfazed, “So what? You'd rather our paths had never crossed?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed without thinking twice.

I start to imagine a world where we don't collide…

For a moment, you lost yourself in your own thoughts. You imagined a parallel universe where you had never defeated Sebastian in Defence Against the Dark Arts, where he had never accompanied you to Hogsmeade on your first day at Hogwarts, and therefore a universe where you two had never become friends or exchanged a single word.

It also meant a world where you never fought trolls, goblins, and poachers together, where you never spent long nights in the Undercroft doing nothing but talking, where he never held you in his arms and comforted you whenever you were not at your best, resulting in your feelings for Sebastian blossoming into something much stronger and more genuine than friendship.

“Well, I don’t.” You finally answer.

“Well, you should.” He imitated your intonation with irritating impertinence.

You paid no attention to it, knowing better than to take any of his irrational actions into account, “Why?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING RUINED YOUR LIFE!”

The screaming was back. Taking you by surprise once again. However this time, you were unable to react. The rawness and vulnerability of his words had hit you right in the heart, knocking the wind out of you.

“I have to go.” He muttered after your lack of reaction. He turned his back on you before setting off again, this time clearly determined to leave.

This was the moment that snapped you out of your stunned confusion, “Oh no, don’t you dare run away from me, Sallow!”

Your feet reacted even faster than your brain. You rushed towards him, but knew you would not have enough strength to hold him back, so you did the only best thing you could think of... You lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. Your body crashed into his with full force, causing his back to slam against the hard, cold, snow-covered ground.

“LET ME GO!” He fought back, kicking in all directions to try and push you off him.

“NEVER!” You pinned him down with all your strength. You were pressed on top of him while holding his hands on either side of his head, and keeping his thighs flat with your own legs. “Because you didn’t ruin my life, Sebastian.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I spent months teaching you dark magic. I just killed my uncle in front of you. You're a witness to a murder because of me! You could be sent to Azkaban BECAUSE OF ME! What more do you need to hate me? Tell me, because I'll do it right away if it means you'll stay away from me and be out of danger!”

And it's making me sick, but we'll heal and the sun will rise…

Sebastian's words made your blood run cold. Not because they made you reflect on everything he had put you through, but rather because you wondered how you were going to make him understand that you were not blaming him for anything, that the idea had never even crossed your mind.

“We can get past this. We can make things better together.” You said softly, unable to muster a better response.

He only scoffed bitterly.

“Sebastian, I don’t want to hate you, I want to be here for you!”

Judging that he seemed slightly calmer, you allowed yourself to release one of his hands to cup his cheek instead. With your thumb, you caressed his tanned skin, tracing the freckles splattered across his cheekbones. You did your best to convey your honesty and all your love for him through your delicate touch.

“No.” He replied firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, and then took advantage of your lowered guard to push you away again, this time with his hand which was now free. “Now leave me alone!”

If you tell me you're leaving, I'll make it easy…

You gave up being gentle and tackled him firmly to the floor again. You just needed him to listen to you for a few more minutes, “Okay. I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to… But you need someone, Sebastian. Please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want your help!” He spat with a fury that was rarely seen in him. You had only seen it once... when he called you ignorant.

“Maybe you don’t want it, but you need it.” Now that everything had been said, you got out of his way to let him go if he so wished.

It'll be okay…

Sebastian sat up again, but stayed there, against all your expectations. You knew that all he needed was one last little push before he surrendered, so you insisted, “Don’t shut me out. Let me be here for you.”

“I–” His voice broke, giving way before he could even begin his sentence. His bottom lip quivered. “I didn’t mean to kill him. He attacked us… attacked you. I had to use the Killing Curse. You know I did!”

“I know. You did your best to protect me.” You reassured him by taking his hands in yours and giving them a little squeeze.

“I never meant for all of this to happen. I just wanted to help Anne.” It was not long before tears started to stream down his cheeks. “I want this hell to be over. Please make it stop.”

“I wish I could… but–” Now it was your voice's turn to fail you.

“I just want my little sister back.”

“I know you do… I know.” You swallowed hard to fight the tears that started to blur your vision. You could not allow yourself to cry. You had to stay strong for him. You had to be the pillar on which he could rest, because right now, he needed your help. If he saw you crying, it would only make things worse. This was not about you.

So you cuddled him against your chest, firstly to comfort him, and secondly so that he would not see the look of total dismay on your face.

“Ominis hates me too, and I can’t even blame him, because I hate myself too.” He was now full on breaking down, his head buried against your chest, and his tears streaming down your uniform jumper.

“I’ll love you enough for the two of us, then… until you learn to love yourself again, and even after.”

“I want the pain to stop. It’s been there for too long. I can’t stand it anymore.” The more time passed, the more erratic his breathing became.

“I know, baby. You’ve been so strong.” You kept spouting all the soothing words you could think of, in the hope that they would work on him.

“Please, make it stop. Please.”

“I’d take it all for you if I could. But I can’t, and I’m so sorry. I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel better.” You slowly ran your fingers through his silky brown locks, over and over again. Then you felt yourself losing your grip on your emotions, and soon your tears were flowing alongside Sebastian's.

Sebastian Sallow – the boy who was never afraid of anything and always had a trick up his sleeve – was on his knees in front of you, crying his eyes out, rendering him nothing more than the very image of misery and helplessness.

It was agonising to see the boy you loved in such a state, and not be able to do anything to make him feel better. How were you supposed to remain impassive in the face of that?

“Please fix everything. Fix me.”

“I can’t…”

And if we can't stop the bleeding… We don't have to fix it, we don't have to stay…

Sebastian's sobs continued unabated, “I’m scared to stay with you. I know I’ll end up doing something stupid and lose you too. Because that’s what I do… I do everything in my power to make the people I care about leave.”

This time, it was all too much. You could not let him belittle himself so cruelly. You grabbed his face between your hands and forced him to look straight into your eyes, not caring if they were red and swollen from all the crying, “Don’t say that. I know you made mistakes, but you’re one of the most brilliant wizards before anything else. You’re the only one who was great enough to steal my heart.”

“You’re everything I have left… I can’t lose you. Not you.” He clutched your shirt in his fists, as if he was afraid you would suddenly vanish before his eyes.

“Baby–”

Everything you were going to say died on the tip of your tongue... because Sebastian smashed his lips against yours.

You did not know exactly how it happened. You did not realise it right away because it occurred in less than a split second. And yet it was well and truly real.

There was nothing tender or romantic about that kiss. No, it was just rough, brutal and messy, reflecting all the despair they contained deep inside. It was a kiss full of passion, but not the kind that made you feel light and gave you butterflies in your stomach. Not at all, it was a toxic passion that burnt the wings off these butterflies and everything around them.

Sebastian was clutching you by the shoulders as if you were his lifeline, the only thing keeping him from tipping completely over into the darkness. And you, you kissed him back fervently, fighting the little voice in your head that was whispering to you that what you were doing was wrong, that you never should have discovered how salty his tears tasted as you kissed him for the first time.

You had to call a spade a spade, you should not be taking advantage of his vulnerability to get what you had always dreamt of... but you could not help yourself. Sebastian was hypnotic, and you could not bring yourself to pull away from him.

It was he who retreated first, and you instantly hated how his big chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but sheer panic, “I feel like I’m going to die without you… What if I die without you?”

Your heart pounded so hard to the point where it felt like you had a lump in your throat. You let out an overwhelmed and broken sob, “You’ll never find out because I’ll never leave you. You hear me? Never. I’m here for better or for worse.”

I will love you either way…

Sebastian let himself fall against your chest, and you welcomed him into your arms without the slightest hint of reluctance. You let him rest there, let him cry, tremble against you, while you caressed his untameable hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, doing your best to stop your own tears from flowing. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, but it felt like an eternity. You were probably freezing and soaking wet from sitting in the snow for so long, but thankfully you were unable to feel it thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Shh… It'll be okay…”

It might be so sweet… It might be so bitter…

In the months you had known Sebastian, you had imagined an infinity of different scenarios of the two of you kissing for the first time. None of those fit with the reality of Sebastian breaking down in your arms after committing murder. The situation had nothing in common with what you had wished for the two of you. You had finally got what you wanted, but you hated it. You just wanted to scream. Fate was even more cruel than you believed.

"Make the pain go away, please." Sebastian begged desperately, echoing your own inner thoughts.

"I'll do everything I can. I’ll do everything to give you the future you wanted." You cried uncontrollably.

Oh, if the future we've dreamed of is fading to black…

Minutes, hours passed, and your tears eventually dried. You spoke again, very quietly, as if afraid to frighten the peace that was slowly beginning to return, “We’ll get through this together, alright?”

“…I’m a monster.” He declared with resignation. He too had run out of tears to cry.

“You’re not.” You replied with just as much conviction.

“What if I get even worse? What if I end up hurting you?” He asked quietly.

“I will love you either way.”

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow angst #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic

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cvntrlseecvntrlvee · 5 months

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— JUMP THEN FALL (INTO MY CAULDRON FULL OF HOT STRONG LOVE) - ISSUE 01

when trying to unearth hogwarts' resident Golden Boy™ seungcheol's secret girlfriend, leads to the proposition of a lifetime

★ PAIRINGS: seungcheol x fem!reader

★ GENRES: fluff, humour, angst

★ AUs: hogwarts!au, fakedating!au, gryffindor!seungcheol

★ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

♫ title is from taylor swift's 'jump then fall' and celestina warbeck's 'a cauldron full of hot, strong love'

★ ★ ★ A/N: hello! ahhh, it's happening!! shoutout to @hannieween for litterally being THE most supportive person and to em for putting up with my new year call and letting me voice act the entire story out. here's the first part, let me know what you think!

happy reading!

EXTRA EXTRA! IS LOVE BREWING FOR OUR RESIDENT HOGWARTS HUNK?

“Wallflower! Do you have the prints from the choir tryouts?” Soonyoung Kwon was perched on a piano bench in the back of the newsroom, the green and black necktie tied around his head, flapping like a flag in the wind every time he moved. “I want Beth Cloddington vomming front and center of this week’s issue,” he said, sticking his hands out in two Ls and looking through them like a camera.

In front of him was a rolling chalkboard littered with half-finished articles on one edge, the other covered in pieces of ripped parchment, tips from fellow students. In the center, a mock front page with the words The Whomping Whistler in all caps across the top.

Soonyoung threw his head behind his shoulder, “Wallflower!” he yelled, the tie whipping him in the face.

You popped around the corner, “Hold your thestrals Hoshi!” Tossing a tray of photos down next to him. “You want to see her vom,” you ask, rifling through the stack, “or just her about to? I’ve got a few good ones.”

Hoshi wrinkled his nose, “Do you have one that cuts out right before?” You find the one you were looking for with a small aha! before handing it over. “Perfect. This is gonna be just perfect,” he mumbled, tacking the photo with a quick spell right under this week's headline, ‘Daylight Sabatoge or Deadly School Lunch?’

“We’re going to be ready for print soon, yeah?” you said, as you stuck your wand in your haphazardly twisted bun. Soonyoung may be the Editor-in-Chief, but your deadline was hard approaching and it made you anxious nonetheless. Hot gossip only stayed hot for so long.

Soonyoung pursed his lips, “It’ll be a close call, still waiting on the rest of the quidditch leaks-oi, Pudding! Eta on the quidditch rosters?” There was a loud noise in the corner as 4th year Raveena Patil appeared from underneath a pile of old issues of The Daily Prophet, a mane of curly black hair framed her face and a pair of black wire-rimmed glasses sat crooked on her nose. She shrugged and Soonyoung rolled his eyes before huffing and turning back to you.

“The Gryffindor team is really where the news is anyways and Dino brought us that today, something about losing one of their beaters this year. We should get it printed tomorrow.” He ruffled his frazzled beach blonde hair, adding, “Hopefully?” when you sent him a questioning look. Although, if anyone could hit a headline, it would be Raveena.

Raveena Patil was a headstrong, highly ambitious, and downright terrifying, 4th year Ravenclaw. After a crucial tip led to the start of the publication during her first year, she’d proven herself to be the Whistler’s prized possession. The eyes and ears of Hogwarts they called her. Not a single secret could get past the likes of her.

Raveena was also next year’s shoo-in for Editor-in-Chief.

With both you and Soonyoung in your 7th year, slated to leave after your N.E.W.T.S., Raveena was the perfect person to keep the show running in your steed.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” says Soonyoung, turning to you with a slightly crazed look on his face. You shook your head, worry creasing your forehead, “My dear Wallflower, it is time for,” He paused for dramatic effect and you prayed to Merlin he didn’t say speech— “a speech!” He exclaimed, throwing up jazz hands.

You groaned. It was nearly 2 am, and even 4 cups of Nocturna Brewery’s double-caffeinated coffee wasn’t enough to get you through one of Soonyoung’s sleep-deprived, erratic, pump-up speeches.

Soonyoung shoves the photo tray over and you catch it before it clangs to the floor.

“Alrighty team!” He bellows, jumping up on the bench, “Gather ‘round and listen up!” Raveena crawls out from under her pile and the rest of your small rag-tag team ambles on over.

“It’s the first week, and I want us to start strong.” Soonyoung threw his fists out, pumping them with vigour. “The first issue will be good, but I know that we can do great! Remember what they say,” he pointed at the group, “it is not men who do things! But doing it makes them great!” You winced, that was not at all how the saying goes. He had the right energy though, as everyone around him cheered.

”You cannot manufacture men any more than you can manufacture gold!” He roared. There were hollars from the team and you thought it was about time to reel him in. You grabbed his arm and hoisted yourself onto the bench too, earning more hollers, and even some whoops.

You started, “When we first started this publication three years ago, we had no idea how big it would become. None of that was possible without you all!” There were jeers and whistles, and a few Let’s go Wallflower! “Everyone, great work tonight! But I think we’ve earned some sleep. Hands in everyone!” Everyone rushed forward, trying to get closer, as you and Soonyoung stuck your hands in front of you in the air, “To greatness!”

“To greatness!” They all cheered. You clambered off the bench holding a hand out for Soonyoung. He hopped off with a stumble, tucking the tie that fell in his face behind his ear.

“Can you hang back for a bit Wallflower?” You nodded confused, as Soonyoung waited for everyone else to pack up and leave.

Once the newsroom was empty, sans the two of you, Soonyoung swung towards you with a devilish smile on his face. “I have a special mission for you Wallflower,” he said in a sing-song voice.

You groaned for the second time that night, “Please don’t tell me you still think they’re growing cannabis in the greenhouses, I swear on my camera they’re not.” The smile slipped off his face.

“What? No? Y/n, that was so last year,” he said, exasperated.

(It was not. He’d asked you to look into it literally on the first day of school.)

Soonyoung looked around the room, making sure there was truly no one else left, before dropping his voice down to a whisper yell, “I have it on good intel, very good intel,-” Code for Raveena, “that Seungcheol Choi has a girlfriend.”

Soonyoung looked at you with fired-up eyes, a smirk grazing his lips.

You blinked, and Soonyoung blinked back before his smirk started to slowly slip off his face. The silence was deafening.

You cleared your throat, “Okay . . . and?”

There was another pause.

“Okay AND?!” Soonyoung shrieked. You wince, throwing up your hands to cover your ears.

“The, the Seungcheol Choi has a girlfriend. We have to be the first to break the news and,” He booped your nose, “you, my dear Wallflower, are going to figure out who the lucky girl is. Then you’re gonna get a picture of them kissing.” He started backing up before you could even protest, picking up his messenger bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Y/n, this is going to be our biggest story yet, I can just feel it.” You shook your head, a whiny no begging to slip past your pout. “One picture love, that’s all I need,” He said sticking a finger up, before switching to a finger heart.

“Get some sleep, you’re gonna need it!” and with that, he was out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. With a sigh, you started gathering your things, sorting photos and parchment into separate piles.

Seungcheol Choi’s girlfriend. You weren’t sure where to even start with that one. However, Soonyoung was (unfortunately) right. It would be huge if you snapped a picture of Hogwarts’ resident golden boy with a partner.

But how? Were you supposed to follow him around everywhere? You shook your head, grabbing your camera off the table and checking the room one last time before turning out the lights with a swift Lumos.

It’s not like you hadn’t done it before.

Last year, Raveena had been tipped off that Trixie Prewett was fooling around with Keerthy Ramaswamy. No one would’ve batted an eye if it weren’t for the fact that, after multiple years of being on the receiving end of each other's curses in Dueling Club, they were ‘sworn enemies’ and ‘rivals to the death.’

You’d followed Trixie everywhere, trying to catch her in the act. It wasn’t too difficult with her also being a 6th year Ravenclaw, but it did make your free time nearly non-existent for a whole week. How were you supposed to do that with a Gryffindor boy?

It was also going to be harder to do during a N.E.W.T.S. year, especially on top of manning most of the photography for the Whistler.

Maybe you should've started Dino on photo duty earlier.

“It’s obviously Azkaban, A-Z-K-A-B-A-N, Azkaban!”

“Hoshi, how the fuck is a 4-across clue Azkaban,” the two of you were sitting in the great hall, this morning’s Daily Prophet in front of you, opened to the crossword.

“Oh, uh, okay. Let’s try a different one?” said Soonyoung before shovelling a forkful of pancakes in his mouth, chewing obnoxiously.

You looked at him with disgust before going back to the crossword, “7-diagonal, scarlet leather ball?”

Soonyoung swallowed before answering, “Easy, Basilisk, B-A-S-I–”

“Merlin, that is not how you do these.” You wanted to bash your head against the table. Or maybe Soonyoung’s. Last night hadn’t resulted in very much sleep after heading back to your dorm, lying awake most of the night, head churning with thoughts of a certain Gryffindor.

You stare across the Great Hall, eyes landing on the said boy, Seungcheol Choi. He was flanked on either side by his fellow Gryffindors, and best friends, Jeonghan Yoon and Joshua Hong. Seungcheol was leaning over Jeonghan’s shoulder, as the latter furiously scribbled something down, while Joshua sat quietly reading a book, only moving to steal grapes off of Seungcheol’s plate and pop them in his mouth.

“So, do you have a plan for Operation Golden Boy?” whispered Soonyoung.

You yelped, jumping nearly three feet in the air. “Bloody hell, what the fuck Hosh,” you hissed smacking him back with your quill and rubbing your ear. “And for your information, no, I don’t have a plan. I’ll just, I dunno, make like a dragon and wing it?”

Hoshi grinned, “That’s my Wallflower!” You tried grinning back, but it came out more like a wince.

The truth was, you didn’t know much about Seungcheol. Well, you knew as much as anyone would after spending the past 6 years together at a boarding school, but you were in different houses and ran in completely different circles, your paths didn’t really cross much.

Not sure if you could call him your resident it boy, but Seungcheol sure was the everything boy of Hogwarts. Prefect in year 5, Quidditch Captain in year 6, and now, he’s Head Boy. On top of that, he’s class topper in nearly all his classes, tutors 5th years gearing up for their O.W.L.S., started the big buddy little buddy system for an easier transition for the first years, has led the Save-the Flobberworms campaign for five years in a row at Hogwarts, and the few times you’d spoke to him, he was super nice. If you asked anyone else at Hogwarts, they’d tell you some iteration of the same thing.

You sighed before folding up the Prophet and shoving it into your bag. You’ll figure it out. After all, how hard could it be to get a photo of a 17-year-old boy sucking face with his girlfriend?

★ ★ ★ A/N: the two quotes hoshi attempts are "It doesn't take great men to do things, but it is doing things that make men great." - Arnold Glasow and “I fear uniformity. You cannot manufacture great men any more than you can manufacture gold.” - John Ruskin

i knoooo this is wasn't much seungcheol, but i promise he's coming!! and it'll be worth!!!! seungcheol is ltierally the bestest boy in this but i wanted y'all to get a taste of hoshi before you forget about him 😭

#seungcheol x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fic #seungcheol scenarios #seventeen scenarios #choi seungcheol #choi seungcheol x reader #my writing #writing #fic recs #band: svt #member: seungcheol #author: cvntrlseecvntrlvee #title: JUMP THEN FALL (INTO MY CAULDRON FULL OF HOT STRONG LOVE)

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made for loving you | r.l. x reader

an: It's my birthday! & I had this cute little bitty one shot idea that I wanted to do about reader x remus after I heard the song I Was Made for Loving You by Kiss so I had to write it immediately. This is my first time writing marauders era so please be gentle

Warnings: mentions of drinking

word count: ~1.3k

It had been a few years since you had seen everyone, at least all together like you were going to tonight. The years after Hogwarts were very generous to you, and you couldn’t say you were mad about it. You gave another twirl in front of Lily and Marlene, the two coming over to help you pick out your outfit. You had settled on a black plaid skirt paired with a black form fitting turtleneck. The November air in London never being forgiving.

“You look stunning, truly, y/n/n,” Lily was hyping you up but you couldn’t help the nerves that were bubbling inside.

“You don’t think it’s too much for a pub?” Doubt written on your face.

Marlene rolled her eyes, “It’s Sirius’s birthday. You could never wear an outfit that was ‘too much’ when celebrating that man. He’s probably going to go all out himself.”

You laughed with her and Lilly as you pulled on some black sheer tights and slipped on your boots, “Well you would know best, wouldn’t you Mar?” You gave her a wink.

Marlene couldn’t contain her smile, “I would know best, thank you very much. You would know more if you came around more often! I feel like we haven’t properly seen you in forever.”

You pouted slightly, “I know, I’m so sorry. I’ve just been…adjusting to life after Hogwarts. Who’s all gonna be there tonight anyway?” You did you best to sound as nonchalant as possible, forgetting that the two girls in front of you had been your best friends for seven straight years.

Lily wore a cheeky grin as she answered, “Oh just the old gang, me, Mar, Sirius obviously, James, Frank, Alice and…Remus.” Lily put a little extra emphasis on the last name and your body reacts before you could control it, cheeks flushing a bright red.

You hum in response, “Oh, cool, perfect. That’ll be exciting to see everyone.” Marlene and Lily exchanged a look, causing you to shift on your feet, “What?”

Marlene rolled her eyes, “Oh nothing, just you trying to act like you’re not still infatuated with Moony boy.” Lily was giggling next to her as you pouted, crossing your arms.

“Oh come on, y/n/n,” Lily whined, grabbing your hands, “You two have been pining after each other since literally forever, and now you look like a bloody goddess and he’s going to be there, and you know he’ll be too shy to say anything Merlin forbid do anything.”

You shook your head, opening the door to your flat as the others followed you down the street towards the pub, “I mean yes I had a crush on him but he did not have a crush on me.”

Marlene and Lilly both groaned. “We’re gonna get a few drinks in you and then you’re going to make a move and see how right we are,” Marlene hooked her arm through your elbow.

“Yes and I’ll make sure James gets a couple into Remus so maybe he won’t be quite as shy,” Lily smiled, hooking her arm on your other side.

You made a mental note to have a conversation with both of your friends about what the phrase “few” meant because multiple shots and mixed drinks were far more than a few. The boys were late, which was no surprise, but you were not wanting to be completely drunk before they got here. But presently you didn’t have it in you to be too upset as one of your favorite songs came on and you were dragging your two friends to the small dance floor in the pub.

You could feel the guitar and drums in your veins as your hips swayed to the beat, you were having a lot more fun than you anticipated for tonight. You danced and sang the lyrics out loud with Marlene and Lily before one of them grabbed your shoulders and forced you to turn around.

Your eyes locked onto a head of soft brown hair like you were tied to him. As they got their drinks the three boys started walking towards your group. James and Sirius went straight into dancing as Remus, of course, walked smoothly over.

Maybe it was the amount of alcohol you had, or maybe it was Marlene and Lily’s voice in the back of your head but you had a sudden surge of confidence, pointing your finger right at Remus as you sang the next chorus to the song.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby. You were made for lovin’ me”

Remus wore a shy smile, pointing to himself and cocking his head slightly. You nodded your head, wrapping your free hand that wasn’t holding your drink around his neck and singing the next line.

“And I can’t get enough of you baby. Can you get enough of me?”

Remus’s free hand found your hip, starting to sway with you for the remainder of the song. You assumed he had had some drinks at home with his friends before coming here. Partly because of the confidence he seemed to be having with you being so forward, and partly due to his seemingly relaxed state in his eyes.

Over his shoulder you spotted James and Lily, the latter of which sent you a thumbs up before making a shooing motion with her hand. You raised an eyebrow at her and she tilted her head towards the back of the pub. You turned slightly, seeing the back hallway she was motioning to.

“You okay?” Remus had leaned down to whisper in your ear. Goosebumps raised on your neck and you prayed he couldn’t tell. You looked up at him through your lashes, his honey eyes filled with adoration.

You grabbed hold of his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and dragging him to the back of the pub. The hallway was only slightly quieter but it was dimmer and just the two of you. You pulled him with you to this space with such force that you nearly slammed your back into the wall with a grip on his jumper.

Remus stables himself with a hand on the wall behind you. He’s towering over you, looking at you like no one’s ever looked at you before. You barely see his lips tilt into a smile, about to part and say something to you. However before he can get a word out you have another surge of confidence and pull him towards you, pressing your lips together.

He takes no time to respond, your mouths melding together. His lips on yours was a feeling you never wanted to go without again, you had essentially ruined yourself from being able to kiss anyone else in the future. His free hand found your waist, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he took a step closer to you, deepening the kiss and pressing his body against yours.

Your fingers are laced in the hair at the base of his neck and when he pushed close to you, you can’t stop yourself from tugging lightly on the strands in your hand. Remus nearly whimpers into your mouth at the action and you swore your knees were going to give out right there. When he finally pulls away you’re both breathless. His forehead is rested against yours and your chests are heaving.

“Wow,” Remus was the first one to break the silence you two were holding, “I am so incredibly stupid.” Your eyes shot up to meet his, fearful that he regrets what just happened. He can see the apprehension in your face and only smiles at you, cupping your cheek and running his thumb along your lips, “I am so incredibly stupid to have been too shy to do anything like that sooner.”

You let out a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding before pulling Remus face back to yours, connecting your lips once more. So enthralled with each other you didn’t notice your group of friends coming down the hall until Sirius opened his big mouth, “Uhm, hello? It’s my birthday, why the hell is no one snogging me like that?” Yours and Remus' response was a simple middle finger thrown his way, not even pulling your faces apart in the process.

#remus lupin x reader #marauders era #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #sirius black #james potter

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Round IV of an Excerpt from The One True School Master of Vault 41

Let’s just say I was inspired by Soman’s short story, “The Prince’s Club.”

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“Yes,” she reasserted. “You’re dead. I know it. I’ve proved it again and again, every single time I’ve doubted it. Just because my senses are telling me you’re real doesn’t mean I can trust them or you. This hallucination will not undermine the truth. You can’t exist. You only exist in my head. You’re a product of my mind.”

Rafal decided to defer to her for the time being. “Well then, while I'm still here, as long as I last, for my temporary stay in… your head, why argue? Why not make the most of the time we have? And, why bother to send me away? Am I not fit to hold a simple conversation with you?”

“You inhabit my dreams and nightmares,” she scorched. “That’s it! I’m still not awake.”

“Really? What is it that you dream of, when you dream of me?”

“Ah, well… it usually vacillates between you kissing me and me killing you,” Sophie confided.

“What else? Go on,” Rafal prompted, treading lightly. “ I want to know.”

Sophie hesitated. “All right.” She looked away from him, and began her recitation.

“There have been others, far more bizarre ones, I suppose. Er, in one, I refused your ring and you jumped to your death. You’ve fed me to Stymphs, you’ve imprisoned me in an enormous bird cage, you’ve chained me to the ground by my ankles, and I don’t know why, it was not the worse one by far, but I wept, and you told me to shut up because you had a migraine. I kept sobbing, and finally, you handed me a pike and told me to run you through the head because you couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve driven a letter opener through my throat because you weren’t having enough reading my mind as it was and thought you could pry open my vocal cords and cut out my tongue. You’ve… ahem, taken me down with a literal scythe, you’ve flown me into the center of the sun… and uh, you’ve serenaded me with a lute while wearing these horrendously obsequious pantaloons. I was wearing a lovely, lavender hennin, decked with tulle in that one. Some of my classmates pelted you with spoiled fruit. And, in another, I stood by while Tedros carved out your eyes and then turned you into a stone statue for Merlin's Menagerie. I cleaved off your ears because you hadn’t listened to me about getting a haircut. Agatha did not partake in your mutilation, but she did cheer exuberantly. Can’t blame her though—it wasn’t the real Agatha. Then, I planted a pomegranate tree in your honor. That nightmare was rather lurid. It still haunts me. Come to think of it, your hair does fall into your eyes. I think it would look better if it hit a bit higher above your brows. Yet another time, you were unspeakably upset for no particular reason, stamped your foot until you opened a rift in the ground, tore yourself into two like you were made of gingerbread, and then, the split parts fell through the earth. I was also mad because you’d eaten the honeycomb for one of my beauty routines, but I didn’t get upset like you did,” she accused. “Another night, I tied you to a bedpost and gagged you with a satin pincushion. You looked quite comical, but wouldn’t stop mumbling. My nails were bloody and I had torn cuticles for some reason. I think you ruined my manicure. And all the Old villains and the New students besieged you and got a good whack in while you were restrained, and the whole bed frame creaked until the bed collapsed on itself. You’d broken free from the binds, splintering the wood. You blew them to ashes. Then, you put me in a glass bauble. Everything looked colorful and distorted, and I think I must’ve died of suffocation because I don’t seem to recall the rest. One night, we sat atop the framework of a gallows where the waxen corpses were still strung up, with very fine sewing thread, no less, and you told me you thought my glass slippers were a laughingstock and that I was no match for Cinderella. Then you smoked a pipe. We went ice-skating, and you fell through the solid ice and simply disappeared. Or was that the one where you drowned in a pit of ashes, compressed into diamond dust that I used to decorate the borders of my stationary with? All that aside, I laughed and then some force sucked me down after you, as if it were a portal to Hell. Agatha grew wings and tried to save me to no avail. I swallowed the glacial water and, and, um… then I woke up. And… uh, that’s most all of them. The recent ones, at least.”

She pinked egregiously, and glanced back at him nervously to gauge his reaction.

Rafal wore an exaggerated scowl, to keep his laughter at bay, and he’d bitten down on his lip hard, dribbling blood. He wiped the blood on his sleeve.

Sophie curled her lips at the sight of yet another stain, but it didn’t truly matter because his jacket was already doused in blood.

Rafal cleared his throat breathlessly, and tried to speak, but no words came out. He started again. “Hmm… well then. That confirms you’re a Reader.” Disarmed, he scratched his neck as it reddened.

“Yes,” she agreed awkwardly.

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Any reactions anyone? And did you catch the references I made? I’d love to get concrit on this one.

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: As Hogwarts days begin, challenges arise, with exhilarating morning flights, and laughter filled environments. Secret struggles surface but a caring gesture from Remus and the Marauders promises to uplift spirits and forge lasting bonds. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Good times

As you walked inside the Gryffindor common room for the first time Lily was sitting on the couch, but stood up the minute you showed up “There you are! I was worried sick!” She told Remus, gave James a look of disdain and turned back to the taller boy “I thought you’d be faster to bring her here.”

“The staircase wasn’t cooperating,” Remus explained. “We had to use a different path.”

“At least you didn’t get caught.” She said taking a deep breath and sitting back down on the couch, now finally relaxing a bit.

“I brought some food from the kitchens,” said Peter, pulling out a kerchief tied at the top and placing it on the table in front of the fire. “It’s just some scones with cream and jam, but I thought we might get hungry.”

“Thanks, Pete,” Lily said as she untied the knot and the top and grabbed one of the little treats.

Then the portrait opened again, letting someone else inside.

You stood just behind Remus, turned towards Lily rather than the entrance but the moment you heard that voice, you froze. It's Sirius.

“Excellent job guys!” He said with a bright smile. Remus turned to him and shot a warning look, to point out they weren’t alone. Sirius saw Lily and nodded “With the evacuation of the great hall–“ he corrected “It was brilliant how you handled it, Lils, Moony, you’re both top tier prefects.”

James rolled his eyes but then a smile appeared on his face, a very James-like smile in fact, filled with charm and mischievousness. “We’ve actually got something to show you.” He said and unexpectedly pulled you from behind Remus in a way that you’d end up facing Sirius instead.

And damned merlin, Sirius was even more beautiful than you remembered. You’d like to think you’d made peace with the idea of being ghosted, with the idea of never seeing Sirius again, but standing right in front of him, now taller, with broader shoulders, longer hair, and the same stunning eyes, made you want to apparate to anywhere but there. So you just awkwardly smiled and waved, hoping he wouldn’t just storm out of the place without even saying a word.

“(Y/N)? What… what are you doing here?” He asked with a frown.

“Hey to you too, old pal,” you said, struggling to not sound as awkward as you felt.

“She’s here Pads!” Said James excitedly, “She’s gonna study with us!”

“Yeah,” Peter added, “She transferred this year like you wished she would back in the day.”

To that you raised an eyebrow, you’d seen his friends get excited when you introduced yourself to them, but it seemed weird that after ghosting you, Sirius told his friends he wished you were a student in Hogwarts “And here I thought you’d never want to see me again,” you said with a bit of a teasing smile towards him, trying to hide the doubt that still lingered in your brain. Could it really be that it had all been some kind of misunderstanding?

“What?” He asked, visibly confused.

“Since you never replied to any of my letters…”

He seemed shocked for a moment and then exhaled in a defeated tone “Walburga.”

“Your mom?” You asked frowning before it downed you “Your mom.”

He nodded “I did always wonder why you never tried to reach out.”

You thought about what he said for a moment and then smiled “Seems like we have a lot to catch up on then.”

Then James placed an arm on top of Sirius's shoulder “And I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to do that, but now we must go to bed. Tomorrow we’re flying first thing in the morning. We gotta practice before we open the tryouts.”

“Which positions are you missing?” You asked him before anyone had the chance to stop you. Once James started talking about quidditch, it was hard to get him to shut up again.

“We lost a keeper and 2 chasers,” James explained “They were from 7th and graduated last summer.”

“And you fly in the mornings, always?” You asked surprised.

“Gotta stay in top shape, I’m the captain after all.”

“Oh, that’s amazing. Mind if I join you tomorrow? I wanna test my luck on the tryouts.”

He raised an eyebrow “Which position?”

“Uh… I used to play seeker,” he winced at that, “but I’ll try for keeper I guess, I’ve got good eyes for catching things,” you replied with a smile.

“Careful Potter, she may come take your place!” Sirius teased, “All though, for all I know she might be terrible at flying.”

With Sirius teasing you like that, it was as if all those years hadn’t gone by, no resentments, no suffering. Just the two of you, continuing on where you left off. “Oh, isn’t that right? You promised me a race a couple of years ago, but that never played out.”

“Is that a challenge?” He asked but when you were about to reply Lily stood up and placed her arm over your shoulder.

“Might have been,” She said “But we must now go to our room,” she said pointing at you and herself “and you must go back to sleep if you really want to wake up at 5AM.”

“5 AM?” Frowned Sirius.

“Classes start at 7 tomorrow, if you want enough time for flying and breakfast, you’ll have to get up then.” She said before dragging you towards the stairs.

You turned your head, finding it hard to stop staring at Sirius, it was almost like a dream. “Good night boys,” You said, waving at them as you followed behind Lily, Sirius also had a hard time to stop staring at you as you walked next to the red headed girl.

As you were halfway up the stairs she whispered “It’s a terrible idea to challenge Sirius like that, knowing him, he’ll make a spectacle of the race.”

You stopped for a minute, looking at Lily with a cocky grin “It’s only a bad idea if I lose.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile “I barely know you, and so far I can tell you’re just as thick headed as that lot,” she said as she nodded towards them. “Let’s go, I’ll show you our room.”

“We’re together?” You asked with a smile.

She nodded, mirroring your expression “We were the only room with only 3 girls.”

Inside the room were Mary and Marlene, Mary was sitting on her bed while reading a book and Marlene was drying her hair with a towel near a door, which you assumed would be the bathroom. “That’s your bed,” Marlene said, pointing at the bed closest to the door. “It was here when we got to the room, that’s how we figured you’d be with us.”

“That and the trunk with your name on it,” said Mary looking up from her book “We thought you’d gotten lost in the ordeal, but Lily told us you were with Remus.”

“We would’ve gone out to find you otherwise,” added Marlene. “Lily wanted to go even if you were with Remus but we told her you’d be alright.”

“You wanted to go get me?” You asked, turning towards her.

“I felt responsible for leaving you on the stairs,” she explained “I didn’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

“Thank you,” You told her with a smile. Lily went for a shower and you started to unpack your stuff. Marlene approached you when you pulled your broom out and you talked about quidditch until Lily was out of the shower, at which point you let Marlene have the broom and went for a shower yourself.

When you were back in the room Marlene had already placed your broom on a broom stand on the wall. “It deserved to be admired,” she’d said when you noticed and you nodded with a smile. After that, you’d all gotten comfortable in your beds and the lights were turned off.

“Good night girls,” You said with a smile, after months of feeling lonely, you finally started to feel like you belonged somewhere again. And you were so glad the hat had placed you in Gryffindor, with these girls, who had been all incredibly nice to you, and you were even happy you’d met Remus and his friends, who seemed like they would get you in so many adventures and mischief.

In the morning you were awoken by a small little metal bird picking on your face lightly, it was your mom’s gift before you got to the school, a very elegant cuckoo clock, she’d bought at a furniture store in Diagon Alley. Even if it took you a minute to fully comprehend what was going on you silently stood up and changed, pulling a thick wool sweater over your head and a pair of training pants, thick and sturdy in case of falls. All though, because they were the same you had since you were in the team back at your older school, they were a little tighter than you remembered. Perhaps you really had a growth spurt over the summer.

You grabbed a pair of goggles, your broom, and sneaked out of the room without making any noise. James was already in the common room, tapping his foot as he looked up at the stairs, hair just as messy as the day you’d met him. He looked up at you and smiled. “How is it that you take less time to get ready than Sirius?” He said and then took a deep breath “I guess it is because it’s Sirius who’s getting ready.” You raised your eyebrows in response “He’s brushing his hair,” James complained. You just laughed, longer hair’s harder to care for, but being told about Sirius’ vanity by his roommate was just hilarious. That was when Potter noticed your broom “Is that a Dark Nimbus?” He asked, staring at it from behind.

You nodded “Brand new, mom got it for me to try and make me feel better about moving.”

He stood up and got closer to take a look at it “It’s stunning!” He said with a smile as he accommodated his glasses to see better. “I have a Starmist,” he said pointing towards his broom behind him. “I got it last year, I'd like to see how she fares against your Nimbus.”

“Well, we’ll get to see it today,” You replied with a smile, that’s when you heard a door close and the two of you turned towards Sirius, who was walking down the stairs with a SweepFire he’d had for a couple of years, but that looked well cared for, it had been James’.

“Why are you wearing green?” He asked as soon as he saw you.

You looked down at your sweater and saw it change to burgundy right in front of your eyes, frowning and turning towards him “Did you just… magic dyed my sweater into a different colour?”

“Can’t be seen flying around with someone wearing Slytherin house colours,” he said as he continued walking towards the door “It’d ruin my reputation.”

You raised your eyebrows and gave James a questioning look, he just shrugged in response and followed behind Sirius, you caught up with him shortly after. As you walked down towards the patio James told you all about being Team Captain and how he had to make sure everyone was in top shape. “After the tryouts, it’s not just gonna be flying in the mornings, we’ll have practice at least 4 times a week with the whole team.”

Once on the patio, the three of you got on your brooms. And per James’s instructions did 5 laps around the castle. It was a chilly morning, so you were glad you’d put on the thicker sweater. Once you were done James pulled a quaffle and you all passed it between each other. At some point, He shot it a little farther behind you and you had to fly back to get it, bumping into Sirius and causing him to lose balance.

You responded quickly, stabilising his broom with yours and pulling his arm to stop him from falling, he’d managed to catch the quaffle with his other hand. James had flown towards the two of you as quickly as he could but by the time he arrived you were already pulling Sirius back up and laughing about it. “Maybe we should get some of those muggle hooks so you don’t fall off your broom,” you told him with a small knock on his arm.

“Hey, even without them, I’ve caught it more times than you!” He said with a proud smile.

“Not true!” You said trying to take it from his hands “That was my catch!” You nodded towards the ball in his hand as you attempted to grab it, Sirius used one of his hands to keep you back while he stretched the other arm to maintain the quaffle out of your grip.

“This one? But it’s in my hands.”

“No! I caught you, you caught it, it’s mine by right of catching you first.”

James raised his eyebrows at the exchange and smiled mischievously as he flew towards Sirius' other arm and grabbed the quaffle, flying as fast as possible in another direction. He loved flying, like he always had, but he loved the fact that his best friend was genuinely smiling even more. It wasn’t very often that Sirius smiled like that since he’d run away from his house over the summer.

“Oi!” Sirius complained as he saw James fly by and then turned towards you with a look, with a small smile and a raise of his eyebrows he communicated his plan.

You nodded mirroring his expression and the two of you turned your brooms towards James, flying side by side to corner him.

Once by his side, the two of you threw your hands toward James and tried to take the ball from him. Sirius managed to take it and from slightly above shouted, “Whoever gets to the courtyard with the quaffle in their hands wins!” He then threw the ball as far as he could.

You smiled at that and plummeted towards the direction the quaffle was thrown. You caught it just before it reached the floor.

James, who was still stunned by having the ball stolen from his hands so quickly, saw the entire thing from his broom “Wow!” he said genuinely surprised “She’s really good.” He then flew towards Sirius, who had already managed to take the ball from your hands. You managed to get your hands on the ball again and flew backwards towards James.

“Hey, James!” You called the boy, flying upside down above him “Would you mind telling me where the courtyard is?” You asked politely.

He gave you a pouty look and flew upwards, taking the quaffle back in an unexpected movement. And as he flew ahead turned back with a teasing smile “Sure thing (Y/N), I’ll take you there!” He shouted before flying towards the courtyard with the quaffle itself in his hands.

“You cheat!” You shouted with a grin and flew behind him, trying to catch up. Sirius was already hovering close to the courtyard and was planning to stop James by flying in front of him, but didn’t realise you were flying so close behind him that the moment the three of you were close enough you all crashed onto each other and started falling a few feet towards the grass.

“Arresto Momentum!” Someone screamed from the courtyard and the three of you froze for a moment, once you moved again the impulse forced the three of you towards the grass, pulling a couple of metres of it along with the you. The brooms had gone flying in all directions and then, you all ended up tangled against each other.

“James?!” Asked Lily who had been the one to cast the spell. “What in the bloody– Are you wankers?!”

The moment you saw her you started laughing, so much so that you didn’t remember the last time you’d laughed so openly, you were almost crying. Sirius and James laughed alongside you, as Lily stared with apprehension. You soon realised you had your head on top of Sirius' back and your feet under James’ torso. When the laughter died out the three of you helped each other stand up. You had scraped your knee and leg, James had scraped his arm and Sirius’ lip was parted.

Lily started scolding you once you were up “Look at you three! You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!” She said and then gave Sirius a warning look before he made it a joke of his name “You can’t pull (Y/N) into your dangerous games like that!”

“But she started it,” complained Sirius brattily “She almost threw me off my broom.”

“That was an accident!” you argued back with your finger raised. “I was gonna catch the ball.”

“You shouldn’t reverse without looking first,” he said with both of his hands raised in defence “basic flying principles.”

“But I did look! You appeared out of nowhere.”

Lily rolled her eyes and took a deep breath as he saw the two of you bicker. Then James started to look around “So who won?” He asked with a frown, to which Lily crossed her arms and stared at him.

“Well, I had the ball right before we reached the floor,” You said.

“Yeah, but it fell off your hands as soon as you took it from James and bounced back straight to my face,” He said pointing at his parted lip.

“ALL RIGHT! “ said Lily, shutting everyone up with a clap. “Nobody won, you’re all losers, now, I’m gonna take (Y/N) back to the room so she can put on her uniform before breakfast. I’m sure Marlene should have something to put on her scrape.”

“What about mine?” Asked James pulling his arm up with a pout.

“Well you can take care of it yourselves, after all you know full well where the nurses’ office is,” she responded and pulled you towards the castle.

“Please tell me you will be more careful next time you fly with them?” She said stopping you before you reached the stairs and looking straight into your eyes “I know it can be tempting to play their game but, James and Sirius don’t have a straight sense of danger, I swear they’ve been to the nurse's office over 100 times each.”

You nodded “I got caught up in the fun,” You said as you started to feel the pain in your leg once the adrenaline faded “Lily, I hadn’t flown like that in, years,” you admitted “I wasn’t thinking when I launched myself behind Potter and then Sirius came out of nowhere,” you told her “I couldn’t break on time.”

“On quidditch games there’s supervision. Who knows how much worse you’d be if I hadn’t been there!” She said finally exhaling. You looked down and nodded. Then she leaned in closer “But I do believe you won,” she whispered with a small smile motioning for you to follow behind her.

That left you stunned. Up until that moment, you’d thought Lily was all about following the rules and not having all that much fun, especially since she was a prefect. But that moment proved you wrong. Oh the adventures you’d have with her in the castle, they all awaited you.

Lily took you back to your dorm where you took a really fast shower and changed into your uniform. Marlene didn’t really have anything for your scrape but Mary did, she wanted to become a Mediwitch so she’d been testing some simple potions back at home and gave you one. The pain had gone in an instant but the area still looked scraped when you pulled your socks over half of it. After that, the four of you walked towards the dining hall together to have breakfast.

Once you arrived you saw the boys sitting all together on the farther side of the table, along with most people of your year. There was an empty spot next to Remus, who had his head buried in a book, so you sat next to him, Lily plopped down right next to you while Mary and Marlene sat in the front.

“How are you?” asked Remus as Lily talked about the schedule with Beth and another girl from your year, you looked at him confused and he nodded towards your leg “Heard about the fall, how Lily saved your asses,” he explained.

“Oh,” you replied “Well, It’s alright, looks a lot worse than it feels,” you said pointing at your leg, “Mary gave me some cream potion ting to put on wherever the pain comes back.”

“Want some chocolate?” He said, pulling a small bar from his pocket “It always helps when I’m feeling beaten down.”

You nodded, he broke a piece off and handed it over to you. It was rather soft from his body heat, but you preferred soft chocolate to the hard bars so you enjoyed it quite a lot “How are the boys?” You asked him.

“Oh don’t worry about them,” he told you “They’re used to being scraped all over, they said they had lots of fun tho, it was nice seeing Sirius happy about morning flying, he usually complains about James forcing him to wake up early and ruining his beauty sleep.”

“Beauty sleep?” You asked while holding back a laugh “With those words?”

Remus nodded, smiling too “You’d be surprised by the kind of things he says sometimes, with his posh vocabulary. He’s like a princess.”

“Well I mean he does look like one,” you agreed and tensed right after, but Remus only nodded while glancing at Sirius.

Then Lily gently tapped on your forearm, “hurry and finish up,” she said, nodding at your plate, “our first class starts in 15, and we still have to walk there.” You nodded in response and started munching on your toast faster, gulping down your tea along the way to help the bread soften in your mouth.

When everyone was standing up you grabbed your leftover bread, threw some hazelnut spread on it and bent it from corner to corner, to take it along with you. And then you followed everyone towards your first class.

In the classroom, a very small teacher, standing on top of a podium, awaited for you to arrive. He introduced himself as Professor Flitwick, but you quickly realised that he had only done it for you since everyone else already knew him. He mentioned something about how in this class you’d learn wordless magic and started to explain the basic concepts of it. You, as the rest of them, took notes of the things the teacher was saying with your quill.

After Charms, you had Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, which had been, in all honesty, rather complicated for you. While you were certain McGonagall was a brilliant teacher, you had a hard time grasping the art of turning teapots into ferrets and ferrets into teapots, and that was without even thinking about the fact that down the line, you’d have to transform people into animals too.

Your third class was divination, and while you were relatively good at it, you were never really attracted to the art of predicting the future, since you’d had bad experiences in the past. Divination is only fun if you’re guessing good things that will happen, like who will win the Quidditch Championship or small things like “It’ll rain tomorrow.” But when you guess sad or tragic things, people stop liking it, and you along the process, that’s why you had dropped the course back in your old school. Unfortunately, you couldn’t do that here, since it wasn’t an optional class.

A tall dark skinned professor walked inside the round classroom that stood in the farthest part of the North Tower. He was wearing a long green robe and had a very mysterious aura going around him. “My name is Aurelius Spellman,” he said in a very deep voice “I’ve met some of you before, some of you are in my class for the first time ever, but, be certain, I know each and every single one of you.” You were sitting next to Marlene in that class and you raised your eyebrows at her in a poking manner, she giggled.

“McKinnon, (Y/LN), Would you mind sharing the joke?” He said turning to face you. You instantly sat straighter and shook your head, “I’d like to see if what I’ve heard from Professor Ashbourne is true, she wrote to me all about your talents.” He said, giving you a stern look.

“I have no talent sir,” you lied, Ashbourne had been your divination teacher back in your older school, she had continuously pressured you to pursue your abilities until you predicted something that made you quit it for good. You did not like Professor Ashbourne one bit. “My predictions are rarely any accurate, I’m especially bad with classic fortune telling such as Xylomancy and Arithmancy.”

“What about cards?” He said placing an old Spanish deck on your table.

You took a deep breath and pushed them back “I thought we were going to follow the curriculum,” you said steadily, “Don’t we have to do runes first?”

He raised an eyebrow at you “Miss (Y/LN) is -in fact- correct, 10 points for Gryffindor, this first unit we will be looking at the art of reading ancient runes. Please open your books on page 50. Potter, start reading, will you?” You exhaled the moment he started paying attention to James’ reading instead of you.

At the end of the class, he divided some stacks of runes and handed them over to the students at random. You had to study their meanings and write what the runes would mean when combined with other things. It was really easy since you had already done runes in your old school, but you were thankful you weren’t actually reading someone’s future and had just a random set of runes instead.

Once the class was over you rushed outside as fast as possible, escaping while some girls walked towards the teacher to ask him about the meaning of some runes, you really didn’t want him to call you regarding the whole Ashbourne thing. You had walked down the stairs so fast you didn’t even realise you’d left everyone behind, you leaned back onto a wall and allowed yourself to rest for a bit, heavy breaths becoming softer the more time passed.

Remus spotted you from a couple of steps higher as he walked down, and after noticing your distress decided to approach you. “You all right?” He asked softly, as if not to startle you.

You turned to him and blinked a couple of times before you managed to ground yourself. This was Hogwarts, that was Remus, and you only had to read random runes here, you didn’t need to predict anyone’s future. You nodded in response. “I got wrapped up in my thoughts for a moment,” you excused yourself “I’m not a big fan of divination.”

“I don’t know about your old professor, but Spellman will not pressure you into anything,” he reassured “Besides he already has a star student of his own,” he said nodding towards a small Ravenclaw girl with thick-rimmed glasses who was passing by.

“Sybill?” You asked, raising one of your eyebrows.

Remus nodded, tilting his head towards you as he spoke “last name is Trelawney.”

“Hold up, that Trelawney?”

He nodded again and then smiled “Let’s go get some food, I wanna show you something,” he said and started walking downwards.

You eyed him suspiciously and followed behind. Instead of taking you to the great hall, he took a deviation, walking down a long spiral staircase until you arrived to a long passageway. There seemed to be nothing but a couple of portraits there. Remus approached one of them, used his wand to make a little pear on the painting to move, and all of the sudden, the portrait opened itself like a door would, just like the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

There was a rather narrow and short passageway, and finally, you found the kitchens, an enormous room, about the same size as the Great Hall, with tables positioned in the exact same layout. “The elves use the tables to magically take the food from here to the great hall, it’s right above us,” he whispered as he noticed you observing.

He then kindly asked some of the domestic elves there to pack some food for you. You saw Nimbletwist among them and waved at her. She smiled and waved back. Once the food was ready the elves handed them over to Remus and he thanked them. You followed behind him as he led you outside. When you approached the door of the castle he pulled a small paper plane from the inside pocket of his robe and swished his wand over it. The plane took off towards one of the halls.

You frowned as you looked at the plane fly off “The boys?” You asked.

He nodded, “So they bring dessert.” From then he walked out and guided you through the grounds all the way to the lake.

He pulled out a cloth and extended it over the floor “A picnic?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“It’s a wonderful day,” he said with his arms wide open.

You looked up with a bit of a frown. “It looks like it may rain soon.”

“This is England love, it always looks like it might rain soon,” he said plopping down on top of the cloth and pulling out some of the food the domestic elves had prepared.

Which reminded you of something you wanted to ask “Do they just… give food to whoever asks nicely?” You asked.

“Most of the students don’t know where the kitchens are,” Remus explained. “Peter found them in second year when we were exploring the castle’s secret passages, he befriended the elves, they give us food whenever we ask them now.” He said as he patted the side for you to also sit on the cloth, you complied. Once you sat beside him he pointed at the lake “Whenever I’m feeling down, I like to come here,” he explained “The giant squid comes out every now and then, it’s relaxing to see him swimming around without any worries to perturb him.”

Sitting next to Remus, with the light watery breeze, you thought back to the day you’d met him, and how he’d looked like a pirate from the cover of a spicy novel to you. He still looked as handsome as one, but he had much more depth than just a hot pirate. Layers, you thought, this boy has so many layers. You turned to look at the lake and saw the giant squid he’d been talking about. It floated aimlessly for a minute and then went back under the water, it really was as peaceful as Remus had described.

As you stared at the water you grabbed one of the pork pies and started munching on it “Oh, these are incredible,” you said as you took another bite.

He nodded “They’re Sirius’ favourites, thought you may like them,” he said as he grabbed his own. As the two of you talked about charms and transfiguration James, Sirius and Peter arrived.

Peter, who was carrying a basket in his hands, sat down next to you, and turned to Remus as he grabbed a pork pie, “You brought her to your spot.”

“Yeah, she seemed like she needed it,” Remus replied with a shrug, “you guys brought the desserts?”

Sirius and James were quick to sit in front of the three of you, closing the circle completely. “I got some of those meringue pies you really like,” said Sirius, looking at Remus attentively “and chocolate pudding too.”

James nodded “he used all his charms on the kitchens,” and then he turned to you “By the way, the Gryffindor tryouts will be on Friday at four,” he said giving you a look “I’ll see you there, yeah?” You nodded in response, “But you won’t get any special treatment just because we’re friends,” he said in a warning tone, you laughed.

“Yeah right, of course, the Gryffindor Team Captain can’t have a bias,” you replied with a smile as you gave him a small nudge and finished your pie.

“Which class do we have next?” Asked Peter.

“How do you manage to keep your head in the clouds all the time Wormy?” Asked Sirius as he threw himself back, letting his hair sprawl on the grass, looking absolutely carefree as he took a piece of chocolate fudge to his mouth, looking absolutely prince-like, as always.

“Wormy?” You asked, turning to Peter.

“It’s a long story,” he exhaled, “short for Wormtail.”

“Wormtail? Now that’s even worse!” You said with a frown. “But you all gave weird names to each other right? Sirius is Pads, and…” you turned to Remus “You’re Moony.”

“Padfoot actually,” corrected Sirius as he took another bite of his fudge and then pointed at James “He’s Prongs.”

“Wow, and that’s what you call your friends? I wouldn’t wanna be your enemy…”

Remus chuckled lightly, looking amused and eventually turned to Peter “It’s Herbology?”

“Herbology?” you asked, turning to Remus with a frown.

“Last class of the day too, why?”

“I’m… exceptionally good at getting plants to die,” You explained “Theory and memory, that’s no problem, but keeping them alive… Let’s just say… it’s not among my talents.”

“Wormy’s really good,” said James “And Evans, I’m sure they’d give you a hand.”

“Last year he kept my plant alive,” Sirius said in agreement “And Moony’s, when he was out of it.”

Remus pulled his sleeve up a bit and checked his watch, which let you see he had some more scars up his arms as well, “All right boys, time to get going, we need to be at the greenhouses in 15.”

Sirius took a deep breath and sat back down, joining the rest of you as you put everything back in the basket, Peter held it as the boys guided you to Herbology.

Marlene was the first one to spot you as you were entering the castle, and she called in for Lily, “Hey Lils, she’s not lost, she was with the boys.”

At that moment you left the boys behind and walked towards them, “you were looking for me?” You asked her when you stood in front of her.

“Marlene mentioned how uncomfortable you were at divination, we were waiting for you at the great hall and when you didn’t arrive we started to worry, in my first year I got lost rather often, and some parts of the castle can be very dangerous,” she said stressing the last bit.

You were moved by how caring Lily was of you, you’d met the girl only a day ago and she’d been more worried about you when she’d thought you got lost than your damn parents when you were exploring muggle London for a week, touching your house only for a dash of sleep before disappearing pretty early in the morning, Lily would be a great mother, you thought. “The boys took me for a picnic,” you explained, “that’s why we didn’t go to the great hall.”

She nodded “I should’ve guessed, you’ve gotten chummy with them already.”

“Well, they are fun to hang out with,” you shrugged, “and of course, I already knew Sirius.”

“You did?” She frowned, to which you nodded.

“Met him a couple of years ago on a family vacation,” you explained.

“Hold up! A couple of years ago? Are you talking about Sirius’ vacation in Mexico?”

You nodded, “yeah, why?” Lily started laughing

“Sirius was hung up on you almost the entire year,” Marlene said as she caught up with you “We knew he’d met a mystery girl when Peter accidentally let it out.”

“Oh, Was he?” You said with a cheeky smile “You girls are just giving me more fuel to tease him.”

“Please do! He literally had all the girls crying because he kept ignoring their love letters. Throwing them to the fire and eating the treats he was sent. I was tired of girls asking me to introduce them formally.”

You laughed while shaking your head, “Ahhh.. this is gonna be a fun year.”

Soon enough, you all arrived at your classroom. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Folly and started explaining some of the curative benefits of Spellvine and how it was especially helpful for potions to treat pain. You noticed Mary was especially attentive in class, you guessed it had to do with her goal of becoming a Mediwitch. While you wrote down all the special needs and care specificities of Spellvine the teacher handed everyone their own seed. It was going to be the course’s objective to grow said plant from scratch.

After class, you went back to the common room and Lily decided to show you the way to the library, so you could do research for homework. Inviting you again to her and Remus’ study group, she said the first session would be on Wednesday. Eventually you went back to the Great Hall and you had dinner with everyone and finally, went back to your shared room.

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Artifacts of Merlin

Chapter Two -

Train rides and Hidden Ties

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

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Warnings: Arguing, teasing, swearing, cuteness

Today was the day, you waited for Hermione at the normal spot on Platform 9¾. This morning you got dressed quickly in a blue blouse and black pelleted skirt, your mother always swore that you dressed as if Ravenclaw was more than just your house but your whole wardrobe. You were more than a half-hour earlier than the past couple of years due to your excitement. Taking a seat with your things and your two animal companions, Lyra your cat, and Hawthorn your owl, you began to go over what you know about the coded book to pass the time. Looking over what you know, it becomes clear that Merlin may have originally written in code to protect what he found from dark wizards.

Given that Morgan le Faye was one of the most powerful witches, a dark one at that, and a part of Authur's court it made the most sense for such caution but the more you looked at the code the more confusing it got. Once you were at Hogwarts you'd have access to all your code and cipher books again but until then you had to work with what you remember. The first thing about any code was to check for repeating words which you found quickly when Draco first presented the tome and journals to you.

Now all you had to do was figure out which words were part of the code and which were filler, you sighed as you looked over the passage you had copied. What words truly didn’t belong and which were the true code yet to be deciphered? As you sat there confused at your notes you didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the tile making their way towards you.

“We aren’t even on the train yet and you are already studying without me,” Hermione dressed in her normal casual clothes said as she set Crookshanks down to play with Lyra before sitting down next to you.

“Studying without you, never” closing your notebook before turning to look at Hermione, “Just a little puzzle Draco gave me to keep my mind extra sharp to beat you at the History of Magic, again,” you said as you hugged your her.

“I doubt Malfoy can help you beat me at anything, but I’ll take your word for it. Since you two are totally not into each other or anything of the sort,” she said as she looked down at the pen Draco got you for last Christmas.

“Hey now look who’s talking. You spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s and all you did other than fight with Ron was think about him,” you said crossing your arms as your cheeks turned red.

“Well he’s just being difficult and an oaf,” Hermione said as she looked down at the floor while blushing “Besides its not like we don’t hang out a lot we are practically glued to each other once Harry is around.” Saying as she looks up at you as another friend starts approaching from behind you as Hermione scowls at them.

“Well I think the three of you need to-AHH” you were cut off as someone tickled your sides from behind as you elbowed them in the stomach hearing them groan.

Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle as she saw Draco Malfoy dressed in an all-black suit hunched over holding his stomach as a ‘punishment’ for sneaking up and tickling you.

“Not funny Granger,” Draco said as he looked at the Gryffindor annoyed before he then Y/n turned around and looked at him, “Merlin’s sake Y/n that hurt.”

“Haven't I told you not to sneak up on me Draco,” you said jokingly as you got up and helped him sit down next to you. “Don’t you remember what happened last time someone did that?”

“I remember. I remember.” He said as he sat down on the small bench with you and Hermione as he leaned his head back groaning in pain.

“Says the one who didn’t learn from it and did it anyway,” Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Hermione didn’t much care for Draco but in recent years he had become tolerable since she saw firsthand how different he was with you around.

“Last I remember I didn’t scare her, it was that Weasbee and Pottah,” Draco said as he looked over at Hermione with an amused expression, “I remember that I was working with Y/n in potions like always and Weasbee thought it would be a grand idea to try and take her wand while she was adding to the potion but he bumped her and then the potion blew up.” He said chuckling lightly before groaning again as his stomach still hurt.

“Ron bumped into her because Goyle and Crabbe behave like toddlers, you insufferable blonde ferret,” Hermione argued as you rolled your eyes at your two friends fighting like siblings.

"Hey now Harry dared Ron to do it," you tried to say before Hermione took out her frustration on Draco.

“Ferret? Why am I a ferret?” He said while sitting up and looking at both Hermione and Y/n as she shrugged her shoulders just as confused as he was.

"Because you are a spoiled, privileged, know-it-all trickster who up until two years ago was a bully toward me and so many other students," Hermione said as she looked at the blonde shooting daggers.

"And I've apologized for it," Draco said slightly pissed off as he looked from you to Hermione "I know I wasn't exactly the best these past couple of years," Draco said calmly as he looked over at Hermione before looking at you sadly as he knew that you hated the fighting. "I'm trying my best to make up for what I've done."

"I understand that Malfoy, but just because you are taking the right steps doesn't mean everyone will be quick to forgive you," Hermione said calmly while gathering her stuff and cat, "I'll see you later Y/n," she said before walking towards the Weasleys and Harry who just showed up.

"You have to admit Draco," you turn and look at him, "She is right. You kinda did put most of Gryffindor through hell until last year."

"I know I know," he says while looking down at the train station floor. "Thankfully you talked some sense into me before I got worse." He said shifting a bit in his seat remembering how angry you were after the Buckbeck incident. "Though I still don't understand how you tolerate Granger when she gets like that," Draco said as he sat up and looked over at the mostly ginger group as they chatted.

"Because despite how much you two hate each other my life wouldn't be complete without my two amazing and smart best friends," you said smiling at the blonde boy.

"When you put it that way it seems as though your friendship with both of them makes you feel whole, like how mooncalves without the moon hide away during the day. They would be lonely without the light of the moon every night,” said the soft angelic voice of Luna Lovegood as she knelt down to play with Lyra as both Draco and you looked at her dumbfounded.

“Luna you scare me sometimes with how accurate you are,” Y/n said as you smiled at your whimsical friend.

"And how you randomly appear," Draco said under his breath as you nudged him slightly, "I'm just saying."

"You two remind me of these Kneazles I raised over the summer," Luna started as she picked up your cat, "Both searching for some new adventure but coming back together when it gets too hard to go alone," she said mysteriously as she handed Draco the cat before leaving to get her stuff as the Hogwarts Express that just pulled into the station.

"We remind her of what?" Draco turned to you confused as Lyra played with his black tie.

"Apparently cats. But it was maybe, sweet? I don't know anymore" You said smiling a bit as you stood up and began to gather your things. "Come on now ferret boy we got a train to board." turning to him as you loaded up your trolly.

Draco groaned as he stood up and walked with you pushing his trolly as your cat jumped from his shoulder onto your trolly. "Really? I'm not a ferret," he said as he looked down slightly annoyed at the new nickname you made.

"Oh, come on Darco ferrets are smart and brilliant animals. Plus they are some of the cutest mammals out there," you said trying to ignore the blush forming as you nudge him while walking.

Draco blushed slightly as he looked up and smiled at you. "Ferrets are smart and brilliant you say?" he said as he walked with you.

"Indeed my dear Dragon, Hermione may have meant it as an insult but it does suit you," smiling as you parked your trolly by the luggage attendant and put Lyra in her carrier next to Hawthorn.

"Gotta catch up with a few friends," you said as you hugged Draco. "I'll see you and those journals, in a bit okay?"

"Yeah I'll see you soon Y/n," he said as he held you close not knowing that a few friends were watching from inside the train.

Draco POV

After Y/n walked away towards the booth that Hermione was most likely in. Draco just stood there for a minute before going to the booth his friends were in.

"What was that all about?" said Pansy as she was standing arms crossed just inside the hallway of the train.

"Excuse me?" he said confused about what Pansy meant as he tried to walk past her to their normal booth.

"That hug with Y/n. Please tell me you two finally started dating." Pansy said as she continued to block his path while smirking at him.

"No Pansy we didn't," he rolled his eyes, "Now please move I'd like to sit down." Getting more frustrated by the second.

"Well that's a shame, I like how she makes you less grumpy," she said as she stepped out of his way. "And she clearly has-” Before she could continue she was cut off by her boyfriend Blaise Zabini.

“Pansy, let him sit down and relax before you start gossiping, please darling,” Blaise said as Draco finally found his best mate in their normal booth.

“Fine I'll let the 'ferret boy' relax," smirking as she sat down next to Blaise as Draco sighed while sitting down across from the couple.

"You heard that?" Draco questioned as he wasn't angry but more embarrassed than anything else.

"Oh please Dray, I hear everything," Pansy smirked as the train car began to fill up with students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

"That's what scares me," said Draco under his breath as he looked out the window and saw all the parents waving at their children from the platform.

Blaise chuckled as he was the only one who heard Draco since Pansy was too busy watching people get onto the train car and carefully eavesdropping on each conversation. Draco's thoughts went to the journals and tome he had you look at. The books were safe in the black messenger bag you got him for Christmas since he put a small protection charm on it just in case someone wanted to take it.

Draco hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation his friends were having until he felt someone sit down next to him. He turned his head slightly and saw Theo Nott had sat down next to him.

“I see that Draco is his normal quiet self. Nothing interesting happened this summer?” Theo asked as he looked over at his friends.

"Well I can tell you one thing that didn't happen this summer," Pansy said smugly while looking at Draco.

"Oooh, do tell Pansy. I'm all ears about what the 'Prince of Slytherin' wasn't able to achieve," Theo jokingly said as he leaned back looking at Pansy.

"Well our dear prince still hasn't confessed his undying love towards his dear childhood friend Y/n this summer," she said dramatically as Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"He didn't," Theo said pretending to be shocked as he turned toward Draco. "Come on mate it's been a good while now since you've started 'fixing' up your attitude and building up the courage to tell her how you feel, so why haven't you?" he said teasing Draco's new behavior.

"It's complicated," Draco said coldly as he looked at his friends while loosening his tie.

"Bloody Hell Draco, no it isn't," Theo said while throwing his hands up, "You fancy her, ask her out on a date."

"You are ridiculous," Draco said as he stood up, "Move Nott," almost growling as he looked at Theo.

"Fine be in denial," Theo said as he stood up and moved out of the way. "But just know if you don't make a move, someone else will."

Before anyone else could say anything to Draco he was already out of the train car. On his way, he grabbed the bag with the journals and the tome checking to see if anyone tampered with it. Once he was sure nobody messed with it, he continued to where Y/n would meet him.

Normal POV

You'd been staring out the window waiting for Draco to come with the journals for only a few minutes thinking about all the secrets Merlin kept in his journals. To think after all this time, that one of the greatest wizards of all time's journals were at your disposal, let alone with your best friend. You were too lost in thought to hear the compartment door open and close before someone sat down next to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco said as he took out the journals and tome before standing up and closing the compartment blinds carefully.

"Nothing that you don't already know," you said happily as you opened the first journal. "How was the Slytherin gang? Pansy still the school gossip?" you questioned as you took out your notebook and pen.

"Still the school gossip it seems," he said as he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting back down next to you, "Blaise is his normal quiet self. Pansy hasn't changed him yet, thankfully," smiling as he watched you began to write some notes.

"I highly doubt that Pansy can change him unless he wanted to though I believe his attitude about blood status has improved since I started helping you understand," looking up from the tome to look Draco in the eyes for a moment before copying down more notes. "Even if it was hard at first."

Draco smiled as he listened to you talk about his friend and how much progress he made since that first day you started 'whipping him into shape'. He'd never admit to anyone except you, his mother, and Blaise how much of an ass he really was two years ago. Theo had made fun of him after he once saw you and Draco practicing with Luna and Neville practicing charms by the Black Lake. Theo complained about how he was hanging out with Looney Lovegood and Loasy Longbottom, for some reason this made Draco mad when he talked about your friends but he didn't understand why.

"Hard yes, but it's easier thanks to you and your endless amount of patience," he said as he looked over at what you were copying down, "Are those star maps?" confused about how you got to star maps.

"I decoded a few of the first lines and they were talking about how 'Casseopia greets the Lion and the Dragon on a cool evening. Once greeted the confusione shall disappear from thy parchment' so I drew up a rough star map to see how the stars would be positioned during the coming months," you said as you explained happily what you found.

"So when do Cassiopeia, Leo, and Draco greet each other in the night sky?" he said awkwardly unsure if this was a big clue or not.

"it seems so but I'll check the star maps in the library to be sure. So how does it feel that your namesake is a part of this riddle my dear dragon?" teasing him a bit as you nudged him playfully.

"Confused yet important," he said as he sat up giving you his smug smirk. "And if it wasn't for me snooping around my family library we wouldn't be on whatever adventure this is." nudging you back as he normally would though it felt a little different.

"Well as much as that is true, you'd be lost without me Draco," smiling as you stood up, "probably best to get changed into my robes before I get lost in the journals"

"I'll stay here till you get back Y/n," smiling as he watched you open the compartment door and close it behind you. He looked over your notes while you were gone trying desperately to read your handwriting when he thought he saw the slightest hint of a heart next to his name.

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Christmas At The Burrow- Fred Weasley X Fem!reader

Summery: Y/n l/n has spent many Christmas holidays at the burrow with the Weasley family and her friends but this is her second Christmas with them but as Fred Weasley’s girlfriend.

Warnings: none just CUTENESS

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Y/n finished putting all the presents and her stuff in the enchanted Bag Hermione gave to her for her birthday. Excited to go to the burrow again and see everyone. To see him. The girl grabbed her Hogwarts trunk and travelled to the burrow via floo powder.

“The Burrow!” Y/n yelled then in a wave of green fire and smoke, she was greeted by Mrs.Weasley

“Oh y/n dear I was wondering when you will arrive” Mrs Weasley hugged the girl's frame and squeezed her tight rocking her side to side.

“Hello, Mrs Weasley.Happy Christmas!” A small kiss was placed on Mrs Weasley's cheek

“I’ve got everyone's presents where shall I put them?” Y/n asked the older woman Mrs Weasley smiled

“Please dear call me Molly and you always spoil us too much dear!” Mrs.Weasley poked the girls side Y/n smiled at the woman then pointed her wand at the enchanted bag.

“Accio presents” and one by one the gifts flew out in a neat pile all individually wrapped.

“There will do sweets” Mrs Weasley smiled as she called down for her children.

One by one the Weasley family came down Harry and Hermione joining them

“Y/n!” Hermione squealed pulling you into a hug

“Hey mione” the two girls stood hugging each other till they heard a cough y/n looked up to see George

“Georgie!” Y/n pulled the older boy into a hug

“Happy Christmas y/n”

“Merry Christmas Georgie where’s Fred?” The girl asked looking around amongst the red hair for him.

“Still in his room. He doesn’t know you’re coming he’s been all doom and gloom” George rolled his eyes and looked up at the stairs calling his twin to hurry and come down.

Loud slow footsteps can be heard ascending the stairs there stood a miserable looking Fred

“What George! I want to be alone” Fred snapped

You crept behind him and covered his eyes tippy-toeing to reach his tall frame.

“Guess who-“ y/n was picked up by Fred into a massive hug

“Merlin’s beard I thought you weren’t coming this year” Fred’s head nuzzled into your neck placing kisses every now and then.

“And miss Christmas with you guys. Never!” Fred placed a small peck on your lips as you all sat in the living room to open presents.

“Now he’s happy” his twin laughed as all of you sat in the living room you were about to sit next to Hermione and Harry when Fred sat down on the seat you went to sit on giving you a cheeky wink he tapped his lap. Forcing you to sit down on his lap. Cheeky bugger.

“Ok, so I got something for everyone” you flicked your wand and the parcels floated to the designated persons.

Wrapping paper went everywhere and a huge wave of thanks came your way. You smiled happily seeing everyone so happy.

“Y/n how on earth did you know what to get everyone” Hermione raised an eyebrow at you as you did get everyone what they wanted. You shrugged your shoulders leaning to Fred happy with yourself.

“Thank you, love. I love it” Fred placed a light kiss on your cheek

“I’ve got something for you as well” Fred rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a beautiful red silk box it was tied with a maroon ribbon. You carefully peeled it off and open the box. You gasped in shock. You’ve been eyeing this necklace for a while but weren’t sure whether to buy it or not.

“Freddie love this is gorgeous” you pulled him in for a big kiss getting a few laughs and an aww from Mrs Weasley

“I’m glad you like” he helps put it on you. This necklace framed your collarbones and neck beautifully.

“Thank you so much Fred I love it just as much as I love you” y/n smiled a big pearly white smile at the older boy. Fred’s heart melted at the stir he smiled and kissed her head

“I love you too love. So much”

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starlightwayfinder · 3 months

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Since they’re taking over my brain…Twilight town gang headcanons!

Naminé and Xion used to be nearly identical (excluding their hair color), but as they’ve grown and embraced their own identities, they’ve started to look more distinguished. (Naminé is slightly taller, Xion has more of a tan from going to the beach everyday, etc.)

Naminé and Xion share a wardrobe—though Xion usually wears their casual ‘summery’ clothes and hoodies, while Naminé sticks to the flowy dresses and sweaters. Both of them borrow Roxas’ jackets all of the time.

The three of them also have quite the collection of bracelets/rings/necklaces/anklets/etc. A lot of those are things they made—especially with seashells from the Destiny Islands.

Roxas taught Xion to skateboard and she LOVES it.

Naminé… wasn’t up for it, but she still likes to watch them and draw outside.

For Naminé/Roxas’ birthday, everyone got her some different art supplies to try. (Colored pencils, paint, pastels, etc.)

That was also the week of the struggle tournament, and Roxas and Xion tied in the final round. The prize was a year’s supply of ‘free ice cream’ coupons, which they’re happy to share.

Roxas, Xion, and Naminé don’t go to school (they’re too busy traveling between worlds and doing other ‘guardian of light’ tasks) but they’ll go have lunch with Hayner, Pence, and Olette to meet their school friends.

They also get roped into helping with homework and summer jobs every now and then.

(Speaking of Pence—he and Ienzo stayed online friends after KH3. They talk on the Gummiphone and geek out over computer things. Since Radiant Garden is more technologically advanced than Twilight Town, Pence gets to learn a lot.)

They keep tabs with the other guardians via a group chat they’re all in. It very quickly turned into sharing funny photos and videos of each other though, so Mickey and Aqua had them create a separate chat for the less serious things.

To get to other worlds, they’ll either have someone pick them up in the Gummiship, or take the ‘ghost’ train. (No dark corridors!)

They kept their organization coats just in case, but they’re tucked away out of sight.

Naminé went to Radiant Garden to visit Kairi and draw her memories while she slept. Those visits also opened the door for her to talk to Ansem the Wise and receive his apology.

Roxas is a little torn—he’s grateful to everyone who helped him come back, but not ready to have that conversation yet.

Lea and Isa are their guardians/trusted adults, but Lea is really their best friend first and foremost. I assume they all live together or nearby each other.

Lea wasn’t joking about the whole Keyblade master thing. He’s actually still training with Merlin, Mickey, Aqua and Kairi, etc. Roxas and Xion will tag along, but just to keep their skills sharp.

Aqua doesn’t mind training Roxas and Xion, but she’s not the biggest fan of training Lea. (Though maybe he’s growing on her a little…?)

Aqua is also the only one who can always tell Roxas and Ven apart—even when they swap outfits!

Naminé will also go to the Land of Departure—not to train, but because she’s friends with Terra and likes to visit Kairi.

Xion’s replica powers are fading—she can’t copy weapons anymore, but she’s gaining more unique Keyblades and abilities in exchange.

#Sometimes I get caught up with so many ideas and going:#How will I have time to draw all of these??#And then I remember I can just…#talk about them.#haha #Roxas #Naminé #Xion

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Obstacle course (Reader x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin)

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Summary: Hangman is overprotective over you even when you dislike each other yet slightly warming up to each others due to having caught feelings for each other. When alone with Hangman tensions rise leaving you flustered beyond handling. Unable to handle yourself, you run away. Avoiding Hangman the next following days till he drags you into a private room. Truths are revealed leading to a kiss and the poor boy wondering why you left him hanging.

Cyclone picked up the file that laid before him, addressing everyone. – “This.” – he said wiggling the file a bit in his hand. Turning his head he threw it in the trash can nearby. All the aviators looking shockingly back at him. – “Pointless if you all don’t start acting like team.” – he made clear grabbing the stand firmly. – “From now on I want you to eat, sleep and breath together till you become a team you can count on blindly.” – he continued. Hangman smirked, looking teasingly back at Phoenix.

Phoenix knew what silly thoughts harbored his mind, rolling her eyes back at him. – “We’ll start with an obstacle course.” – Cyclone moved his hand up as you all rose, following him out of the hangar. – “Hear that Phoenix, we’ll all be sleeping together.” – he teased wrapping an arm around her. Natasha elbowed him hard in the side to get him off her. – “A dream come true, sleeping among all those men.” – she laughed out. Hangman clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. He threw an arm over Bob’s shoulder who was caught by surprise.

“Say Bob will it be the first time you lay close to a girl?” – he taunted, rubbing his hair. Phoenix shot him a glare to leave Bob alone. Bob swallowed nervously, pushing his glasses further up his nose. Hangman was about to comment again when you walked past him with Coyote. He turned silent, watching you go with the movement of his eyes. He puffed in your direction when he caught Natasha looking over.

You crossed over the fields to the obstacle course. Maverick standing near Cyclone surrounded by a bunch of backpacks. Fully loaded with material. – “Go on and pick a bag.” – Cyclone called out, hands behind his back. You all moved closer. You took one, puffing loud as you could barely lift it up. Hangman was laughing at you while putting one hand through the hoop. His eyes widened huffing loud as he barely got his up from the ground. He groaned loud lifting it up with two hands, holding it from underneath.

Bended knees, his cheeks bloated trying to steady his posture. – “Nope.” – he mumbled out feeling himself fall backwards. He landed flat down, backpack on his chest. Chuckling in pain as his arms spread out. You came hovering over him, laughing loud. If only you had a phone on you to take a picture. Jake was childishly mimicking your laughter finding it anything but funny. Coyote and Bob helped him back up on his feet.

Rooster helped you put the backpack over your shoulders as you clicked it tight around your waist. Feeling the heavy weight of it on your back. Cyclone and Maverick were waiting for you to form a line. The struggle of the weight clear on your faces. – “The task is easy.” – Cyclone explained. He turned slightly around to the course. – “Complete the obstacle course in time.” – he revealed a stopwatch from his pocket. – “You got twenty minutes.”

Some aviators puffed loud, finding it impossible to do so. Rooster and you looked concerned at each other. Maverick blew on his whistle as everyone started to get in motion, moving to the first start of the course. – “Oh just one more thing!” – Cyclone said loudly making everyone pause. – “You’ll have to finish as a team… on time.” – he declared smirking. Hangman groaned loud. Phoenix and bob looking nervously at each other. Some eyes fell upon you as you felt targeted. You surely weren’t the slowest of the crew, right?

Rooster glared at them, standing firmly beside you. Coming at the stripe you stood in the middle. Hangman beside you, smirking. – “Are you going to make it sugarcane?” – he said teasingly with a smile. – “Eat my dust.” – you bit back readying yourself to run. Hangman doing the same smiling cocky. – “Oh you’ll so taste mine Y/n.” – he replied. Maverick blew on his whistle as the course started. Clenching your jaw, you started running with the heavy backpack over your shoulders.

It immediately exhausted you, legs weighing down as you barely had begun. The first obstacle was climbing a wall. Coyote and Fanboy were the first ones to reach it, climbing upwards. Phoenix stumbling down after setting the first foot. Hangman easily climbed up, going for the top. You grabbed onto the little patches, setting a foot on one as well. Groaning loud, you felt the backpack lean back.

Quickly setting your other foot and pulling yourself a bit up, you hoped to win time against gravity. Payback was on your right making a climb for it. Him passing you, caught you off guard as the weight of the backpack brought you down. You called it out falling backwards, landing on the back. Rooster who was at the top, sitting with one leg over each edge was helping Bob cross over. Hangman sat at the top as well, pulling at Phoenix’s arm. He gasped loud when you fell down.

He assisted Phoenix over, jumping down. The weight of the backpack making him stumble to the ground. – “Y/n get up!” – Hangman called out, helping you up. He stood by the course setting his hands. – “I’ll push you upwards.” – he said. You nodded setting one foot on his hands. Hangman puffed loud, pushing you off. You reached for a patch as you held tight onto it. Rooster extended his hand to you still sitting at the top. You reached your hand out, grabbing a hold of him.

He pulled you up with all his might. Hangman meanwhile making his own way back up. You laid yourself down on the edge, carefully moving one leg over. Suddenly you felt the weight on your back falter. Furrowing your brows, you looked up to Hangman holding your backpack up by the hoop. His expression tensed, his arm trembling of carrying the weight. Rooster held a hand on your back to make sure you wouldn’t roll over the edge.

You swiftly swung your other leg over the edge as well. Hangman still holding your backpack. He kept holding it till you were climbing down a bit. Slowly setting it back on your back. The weight was so sudden you fell down the last few parts you still needed to go down. Hangman and Rooster making their way down quickly. – “You okay Y/n?” – Jake asked pushing Rooster’s concerning hand off you. – “I’m… I’m fine.” – you breathed out. With a hand on your backpack, pushed Jake you forwards. The others already up ahead.

Rooster huffed loud as you came by the river. In the river you saw Bob go under, arms swaying around. Phoenix and Coyote pulling him back up by his backpack. Bob sputtering out water with a loud gasp. Rooster got into the water feeling the weight of the backpack lure him under. Spewing out loud, he avoided absorbing water in his mouth. Jake took your hand going into the waters with you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, swimming with the use of one arm. You were using both barely staying above water. Jake’s head went under water.

“Jake!” – you called out as he resurfaced again, shaking the water off him. You were kicking your feet under water to move forwards. Panting loud as it was wearing you down. – “Head up Y/n.” – Jake insisted seeing your mouth go under water. You nodded, moving your head back to keep it above water. In front of you, you saw Bob, Phoenix, and Coyote crawl out of the water. – “How many minutes do you think have passed?” – you asked breathing loudly. – “Just focus on staying with me.” – Hangman called out.

Despite having a certain hatred towards each other, he was always super protective over you. Even now, making sure you’d make it knowing fully well you were slowing him down. The course wasn’t easy for him as well with the weight on his back. Yet everything in his might concerned himself around you. You were nearing to the edge. Hangman pushed you forwards as you grabbed the grass. Crawling out of the water.

Turning around you gave Jake your hand to pull him out as well. Laying on his stomach, he needed a moment to catch his breath. – “I’m slowing you down.” – you told him, waving your hand for him to move on. Jake shook his head getting up. – “I’m not leaving you behind.” – he helped you up as well. Weighing heavier from your wet clothing. – “We’re a team.” – taking you by the elbow he started pulling you with him.

Running towards the next obstacle. Jake nearly sunk through his knees from the weight as you held him upright just in time by his arm. He thanked you with a brief nod, showing you that sweet smile. It flustered you, looking shy away. The next course was crawling under a net in the mud. The others were slipping, losing their grip as the wetness of them combined with the mud emerged into a slippery mess.

Bob’s hands slipped, hitting the mud face forwards. Lifting his head up, he gasped loud, face covered in mud. Wiping his glasses was no use as his hands were dirty. You dove to the ground, crawling under the net. Jake right behind you. It was time to show everyone that you weren’t the slowest of the crew. The mud sticking on you, yet you continued. Quickly passing Rooster and Coyote past. – “Go Y/n!” – Rooster shouted moving his fist forwards.

Jake slapped him against the back of his head to shut up while crawling past him. He shot Rooster a glare for even interacting with you. He didn’t like it how the other boys concerned themselves over you. He felt the need for it being his task. As unable to deny it anymore, he actually liked you despite the hatred you had for each other first. Having grown over time. You reached the end of the net first, getting up trying to maintain your balance. Jake pushed past Phoenix, getting out behind you.

He caught up with you, shooting you a flirtatious wink. Jake and you staid by the end, helping everyone out. Bob was running blind as his glasses were stained. Phoenix and Rooster locked arms with him, running along with him. Coyote and Fanboy in the back. Jake and you in the front. Payback somewhere in the middle. The only thing left was running a while to the end of the line. They didn’t let you do the entire obstacle course as with such a heavy backpack was impossible in twenty minutes.

Panting loud, you felt how worn out you were. Everything weighing down as Payback already caught up with you. Hangman noticed you were slacking, coming to run closer to you. – “Hey!” – he called out getting your attention. – “Don’t go slacking on me Y/n!” – he pressed his mudded hand on your backpack, pushing you forwards. You nodded biting through the pain of your sore muscles. – “I’ll carry you if I have too!” – he panted out. You stared in shock at him as that was ridiculous. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob passed the two of you as well.

You didn’t know if you could make it to the finish. You grunted exhausted seeing Cyclone and Maverick at the end. Cyclone holding the stopwatch high. Maverick stuck his finger up. – “One minute and a half left!” – he shouted loud making you widen your eyes. Jake grabbed you by the arm, other hand on your backpack, pushing you forwards. – “Run Y/n!” – he called out as your feet could barely follow. Coyote and fanboy coming in closer. – “Come on Y/n! You got this!” – Coyote called out.

Hangman was too exhausted to comment on it. You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to endure. Finding a bit of fuel left in your body, you started running faster. Hangman’s grip slipping of you as you outrun him. The three boys started sprinting after you to make it in time. You jumped past Cyclone and Maverick falling down.

Rolling over till you ended on your back. Cyclone stopped the watch when everyone had run over the line. Loud breaths everywhere. Jake removed himself from his backpack, letting himself fall beside you. Coyote wanted to sit beside you to catch his breath when Hangman pushed him aside with his foot.

“Congratulations.” – Cyclone spoke looking at the stopwatch. – “Seven seconds on the clock.” – he showed the time making you all exhale relieved. – “Good work team.” – he said as Maverick clapped loud. Rooster slapped Bob on his back out of breath. Bob nearly dropping his mudded glasses in an attempt to clean them. Cyclone and Maverick left as you all waited till you had recovered a bit. Hangman helped you up your feet.

Groaning loud, you were so sore. Dragging yourself back to the hangar. The boys went to the boy’s section of the showers as Phoenix, and you went to the girl’s side. The warm water feeling like heaven on your sore muscles. Shutting the water off, you got out and dressed. Making your way over to the locker room afterwards. You were slightly startled when Hangman was the only one present. Shirtless as he was searching for a shirt in his locker.

He looked over his shoulder when you went over to your locker. Swallowing nervously to be in a room with him alone. Staring in your locker, you felt the need to say something. – “Hangman.” – you said. He hummed loud, moving his head back to look at you. – “I…I just wanted to say thank you for today.” – you told him. He chuckled, turning his posture more to you. Your eyes dropping to his bare chest. Fighting the urge to wet your lips in pleasure. – “We needed to finish as a team.” – he replied. – “I know, but still you chose to assist me.”

He shut his locker a bit, approaching you. – “I couldn’t let you drown could I now?” – he said teasingly placing his hand above your head. You swallowed nervously, feeling your cheeks warm up by his presence. He took in your face, letting his eyes go all over you. Up and down, leaning subconsciously closer. You felt your heart beat out of your chest. A warmness creeping up your cheeks like a hot stove. Jake’s eyes went down to your lips.

Your eyes widened overwhelmed with shyness. You couldn’t take the tension as it was driving you wild. Before Jake could kiss you, you pushed him off you. Running out of the locker room. Jake stared stunned in front of him. He did not expect you to run off. As he thought the feeling was mutual. He exhaled loud moving away from your locker when Coyote entered. He quickly putted on a shirt, taking his leave.

When he came in the common room, he couldn’t find you. Wondering where you had gone off to. The next following days Hangman noticed how you avoided him. Always making sure that you weren’t alone with him or even around him. Slipping away before he could ask of you for a private moment. It started bothering him that much that he grew enough of it. Needing to put an end to your hiding away from him.

He smirked lurking behind a corner while watching you. He waited till the right moment when you were near the locker room. He came running out of his hiding spot, scaring you. You jumped out of your skin as he grabbed you by the elbow, pushing you inside the room. Shutting the door behind him. – “The hell Hangman!” – you called out, heart pounding from fear. He puffed his chest up, approaching you firmly. You backed away feeling intimidated by him. A gasp escaped your lips when your back hit the lockers.

Jake setting his hands firmly beside your head. The way he stared at you; made you swallow nervously. It was clear he was here to confront you about something. His stare could break out any truth inside of you. The words boiling up inside your mouth. He moved his head closer to you, to intimidate you even more. – “I like you!” – you spilled out, covering up your mouth immediately. How was that he pulled the truth out of you by just staring.

A smirk curled up on his lips. Without any further thought he pressed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, grabbing a hold of his uniform to pull him closer to you. Jake retracted his lips from you, tilting your chin up by this finger. – “Why did you leave me hanging back then?” – he asked, quirking his eyebrow up. – “I don’t recall your callsign being Hangman.” – he chuckled out. He gave your jaw a sweet kiss, flustering you. – “Sorry…” – you answered setting his tie right. – “It caught me off guard.”

He kissed you once more. – “I could always call you misses Hangman?” – he teased, smirking. You gave him a little shove as he grabbed you tight. Kissing you passionately.

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