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cyripticchronicler · 3 months

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Love Potions and Unspoken Desires - Sirius Black

A mishap with Amortentia has you and Sirius head over heels for each other. Except, your feelings are genuine. But what is his were too?

A/N: I haven't posted in forever and I'm so sorry! I've been busy with school and have been studying a lot. I'm really proud of this one shot though and I hope everyone likes it!! If there are any errors or constructive criticism you want to give please tell me <3

Warnings: Slight mentions of abuse, kissing

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The torch-lit halls guide your way as you walk towards Potions, mind racing at the mere thought of the lesson. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable, trying your best to keep your back straight.

They slump as soon as you enter the room.

“You’re late,” Professor Slughorn announces loudly causing your cheeks to heat. Everyone's heads whipped around to face you and you prayed to Merlin the ground would swallow you up whole.

You clear your throat so your voice doesn't come out scratchy, “Sorry, Professor. I was helping out in Transfiguration.”

He nods in dismissal and you take that as your queue to find a seat, eyes scanning the crowded room for an empty spot. Your eyes land on the only free seat next to Sirius Black and you tense. You can barely be in the same room as him and now you're going to have to sit next to you? Merlin, you wish this day was over.

And he looks so pretty today too. His hair was freshly washed, Gryffindor tie slung loosely around his neck, and shirt sleeves pulled up to his elbows.

A pointed cough snaps you out of your thoughts and you hurry towards the seat, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

You’re pretty sure everyone just saw you check out Sirius Black.

Could this day get any worse?

Turns out it could.

You go to chuck your bag underneath the table but miss by a long shot, the bottom of your school bag hitting Sirius in the face, causing him to let out a surprised groan. Some people behind you let out a laugh and you squeeze your eyes shut, kicking your bag underneath the table and sitting in your seat.

You barely make eye contact before you look away, muttering a hushed ‘sorry’ and attempting to catch up on the notes you missed.

“Today we’re making Amortentia. Can someone tell me what this is?” At the lack of answers, he turns to you with a pointed look.

You raise your hand nervously. “It’s the most potent love potion. When consumed it causes a powerful infatuation or obsession in the drinker towards the person who administered the potion. it does not create genuine love; rather, it amplifies preexisting feelings or creates an artificial attraction.”

“Very good. Five points to Gryffindor.”

You nod your head awkwardly and look back down at your notes.

“Write down the ingredients and instructions and then get started. You’re going to be working with the people next to you.”

You tense up, head snapping up. Sirius chuckles next to you and you turn to face him.

“Looks like we’re working together, Love. I’ll go get the ingredients.”

You nod your head awkwardly, too shocked to respond. Did he just call you love? Are you okay?

Your cheeks heat and you groan internally at yourself. Stop blushing you dipshit.

Attempting to distract yourself, you make quick work of cleaning the workspace, spotting Sirius talking to James and Remus out of the corner of your eye. James smacks Sirius’ back, whispering something that causes Remus to shake his head and Sirius to grin.

He comes back a minute later, ingredients in hand.

“You seem to know a lot about this potion, you ever used it on someone?” He smirks teasingly causing your cheeks to flush. “No,” You mutter quietly, “I just like making potions.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, eyes searching your face. You look away quickly, his stare burning your face as you pour some ingredients into the cauldron.

You continue the work in comfortable - for him at least- silence, working with him easier than ever.

You were finished in no time, grinning in triumph as you tried not to breathe in the strong smell.

“Well done you too! Grab a vile and bottle some up why don't you.” Professor Slughorn smiles, hurrying off to another table whose cauldron is smoking.

“Good job, love. I might have to work with you more,” Sirius flirts and you jerk in surprise, hand flying back and knocking the vile that he was holding with your own, Amortentia effectively spilling over you both.

His eyes grow dilated in seconds and you assume yours do the same, heart thumping and palms sweating as you stare up at him with heart eyes.

“I-I'm so sorry.” You force out, too focused on how he looked at you like you hung the moon.

“For?” He questions, seemingly in a daze. He looks down at his shirt and grins. “Right, it’s no problem, Love. You can do nothing wrong in my eyes.” He flirts and you go back to respond but are successfully cut off by James.

“Sirius! You’re in deep shit, man.” He laughs, slapping him on the back. You track the hand, wishing it was yours instead.

Sirius doesn’t respond, too busy grinning at you. Merlin, this potion is good.

“Dear, dear.” Professor Slughorn mutters as he comes to inspect the chaos. “Right, it will wear off soon. You’re just going to be partially in love with each other for a bit.”

Sirius grins, “I am in love with her-” James cuts him off with a hand on the shoulder, dragging him towards the door. “I’ll just keep him away until the potion wears off-”

“The class isn’t over-” Professor Slughorn protests but James is already gone. You frown in disappointment, already missing Sirius.

—

It was a few hours later, the potion's effects still thrumming through your blood, your infatuation for him stronger than ever. You were distracted the whole day, mind always seeming to stray away to thoughts of Sirius. How pretty he looked, how he’d let you put his hair up, maybe even braid it, how he’d smile at you. He’d probably be great in bed too-

“You’re doing it again.” Lily mutters, face scrunched up in disgust and you groan in shame. “It’s like my feelings for him have been amplified by 100. It’s amazing but unbearable at the same time.”

She grabs your hand in comfort, grabbing the mashed potatoes with her other hand and piling them onto her plate. You’re in the Great Hall for dinner, loud chattering filling the crowded space. From just a few feet away Sirius and his friends sit and if you listen hard enough you can hear James’ obnoxious laugh.

“I'm sure the potion will wear off soon,” Alice reassures from beside you, grinning at you in hopes of making you feel better.

You shake your head in disagreement. “It’s only been two hours and these potions can last for days.”

“We just have to keep you away from him. How hard can that be?”

Very hard, you realise, eyes widening at the sight of Sirius Black stalking towards you, encouraged by the jeering of his friends.

“Hello, Love.” He smiles, eyes soft as he admires your face. You sigh, chin resting on your hand, too distracted by his beauty to respond. He seems too distracted by your beauty to call you out on your silence.

“Fucking hell,” Lily whispers from somewhere behind you but you pay her no mind, continuing to smile at Sirius as he does the same.

A loud laugh from James who still sits at the table, snaps him out of his daze, “W-would you want to have breakfast with me tomorrow?”

You nod immediately, smile blinding, probably losing a few brain cells from how intensely you were nodding.

He flashes his pearly whites, “Great! I’ll meet you in the common room at seven?” He questions and you nod, too distracted by this freckle you just spotted right underneath his eye. He doesn’t make a move to go, eyes tracing your jawline slowly.

“Okay!” You jump at Lily’s hands on your shoulders, slowly dragging you out of the hall. “Time to say goodbye.” You and Sirius both frown. “Don’t be like that, you’ll see each other tomorrow.” She grabs your arm and waves it back and forth, “Now say bye-bye.”

“Bye,” You whisper, cheeks flushing. “Bye, Love.” He mutters back.

—

“Why did today of all days be the day nothing turned out properly!” You whine, head falling in defeat onto your folded arms that rest on your dresser, abandoned mascara bottle hanging loosely in your hand.

Lily coos softly from behind you, distracted by getting dressed. “Sweetheart, you look amazing. You’re not having a bad eyelash day and your hair looks great! Sirius is going to fall to his knees when he sees you.”

You look up from your arms slowly, meeting Lily’s eyes in the mirror, “You think?” You question hopefully. She nods. “And my eyelashes look okay?” She nods again and you smile softly. “Thank you,” You stand up, moving to get dressed. “I don’t even know why I care so much, it’s just breakfast. I swear this love potion is making me go crazy.”

“Sure, it’s the ‘love potion’ that’s making you go crazy,” Lily mutters sarcastically from behind you but you’re too busy daydreaming about Sirius’ eyes to notice.

–

“Hello.” You mutter, successfully gaining Sirius’ attention as he turns to face you. He’s dressed in his uniform but he’s obviously tried to tidy it up a little bit. His usually loose tie wrapped tightly around his neck, his white t-shirt tucked into his freshly ironed slacks. “You look nice today, but-” You walk over, hand gripping his tie and losing it. “That’s better.”

You notice a faint blush on his cheeks and grin. “Thank you, love. So do you. Are you ready for breakfast?”

You nod you both start walking to the hall together, his hand brushing yours slightly. You take in a deep breath for confidence, trying to calm your racing heart as you link your fingers through his.

He doesn't pull away.

You make it into the hall a few minutes later, taking a seat beside Sirius. James attempts to sit across from us but one look from Sirius sends him sitting at the end of the table beside Remus, a pout on his lips.

“You didn't have to send him away,” You mutter, feeling bad.

“He’ll live. Besides, I wanted to spend time with you.” Sirius states, causing you to blush. He grabs your plate, piling it with the stuff you get every morning before handing it back to you.

“How do you know what I eat for breakfast?” You question, face scrunched in confusion. Sirius pauses his movements of piling his own plate, cheeks tinted pink. “I-I guess the potion has made me more aware of what you eat.”

“Yeah, but the incident happened after breakfast yesterday.”

He shrugs, “Huh, I don’t know then.”

“Have you-”

“Do you like to read? There's this really pretty bookstore that just opened up in Hogsmeade. Maybe we can go after breakfast? Get some butter beer too?”

You decide to let it go, “Yeah, I’d love to go. I’ve been meaning to get some more books to read, too.”

He grins, eyes sparkling in delight as he stares into your eyes, “Great! It’s a date.”

—

“I don’t believe you!” You laugh, knocking your shoulder against Sirius’, hands linked as you make your way down the snowy path to Hogsmeade.

“It’s true!” Sirius insists, pulling you closer, nose red from the cold. He looks so pretty, you think. If only his feelings for you were true.

“And Euphemia let you stay after that? She must have a heart of gold.” You tease playfulling, relishing in his laugh that warms your insides.

“Oh she does, I owe her my life.” Before you can question him he’s pulling you towards The Three Broomsticks. “Now c’mon, let's get you a butterbeer before you freeze to death.”

You comply, following him into the warm building, the quiet talks of chatter greeting you as Sirius leads you to a table in the corner.

“So,” He begins, leaning forward for suspense. “Tell me something that you’ve told no one else.”

You impulsively grab his hand, letting it warm up your cold one. He doesn't mention it as you speak, “Um, in first year I once walked in on The Grey Lady and The Bloody Baron trying to ‘get it on.’ I was too traumatized to tell anyone.”

He stares at you, shellshocked. “Well- That’s certainly not what I was expecting. Is that even possible?”

You chuckle quietly at his shocked impression, “No, actually. They kept on going through each other. It was horrible to watch.”

“Your poor eyes,” He winces in sympathy, squeezing your hand tightly.

“It’s still engraved in my mind. It’s put me off kissing ever since.”

He freezes slightly. “So you haven't kissed anyone?” He questions quietly, eyes shining in delight. Your cheeks flush, “No.”

He takes in a breath, leaning forward and you instinctively do the same until your noses are brushing. “So if I were to kiss you right now, I’d be the first one to ever touch these precious lips?” You nod and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath. “Can I-”

“Here are your two butterbeers.” You jerk back at the unexpected voice, watching as Sirius does the same. “T-thank you,” You mutter to the waitress who is already gone, taking a big gulp of your butterbeer in the hope of cooling down your flushed body.

You sit in silence until it gets too awkward for you and you attempt to start a conversation, “We’re still going to the bookstore after this, right?”

He jumps, not expecting you to speak before he breaks out into a relaxed grin. “Of course, Love. I’m not much of a reader but I know you are.”

“Oh, that’s sweet. If you don’t want to go then we can just head back-” “I want to go. I want to spend time with you.”

“Oh.” You curse internally. You’ve already said ‘Oh.’ “Thank you? Yeah, thank you.” He laughs, “Don’t thank me, love.”

You flush, “Sorry-” “And don't say sorry either.”

You nod, “Sorry- I mean, shit.” He laughs at your ramble causing your cheeks to go bright red. You attempt to turn the conversation around, “What do you mean you owe Euphemia your life?” He visibly tenses and you curse. Fucking idiot.

“You don’t have to- That was rude-” He links your fingers together, placing them on the table and successfully cutting you off.

“It’s okay. I trust you, love.” He grins but it seems fake. “My parents and I never got along, and after I joined Gryfindor things started getting worse. Whenever they got violent I went to James and Euphemia would take care of me. My family successfully kicked me out last summer and I’ve been living with James ever since.” He falls quiet and you squeeze his hand.

“I’m sorry-” You cut yourself off at his glare. “I hope you’re okay.”

He manages a grin, a true one this time. “I’m okay, especially with you.” He teases causing your cheeks to flush.

“That’ll change once the potion wears off,” You attempt to joke but Sirius is silent. “Yeah…”

Crickets.

“Want to go check out the bookstore?” You grasp at any shred of confidence.

Sirius practically jumps out of his seat, taking you with him. “Let’s go.”

—-

“I had fun tonight.” You state, awkwardly standing by the steps that will lead you to your dorm. Sirius stalks closer towards you.

“I did too,” He grins, diamonds in his eyes as he brushes your hair behind your ear before cradling your cheek gently. “Remember to tell me what you thought of that book,” He shrugs down at the book in your hand, unable to keep his eyes off you.

“Yeah. I should go…” You make no move to leave and Sirius makes no move to remove his hand from your cheek.

“You should,” He whispers, eyes trained on your lips, swollen from how many times you’ve bitten it out of nervousness.

And then his lips are on yours.

And then you're kissing him back.

And your back is against the wall, his tongue pushes into your mouth, and he’s holding your waist. You can't breathe and you're scratching your nails down his shirt-clad back until he groans against your mouth in pleasure.

And then you’re pulling away. “Stop,” You whisper against his lips.

He stops immediately, taking a few steps away from you, “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” His lips are swollen and wet and you want nothing more than to kiss him again.

But you can't.

“No, I’m sorry.” You hide your face in your hands, back against the wall. “I-I should’ve said no to the date. I just- I wanted so badly for your feelings to be real. That you’d actually like me but it’s not fair on you. And I’m sorry.”

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “I do like you.”

You shake your head, “Sirius-” “I do! I’ve liked you for years. I’ve been wanting to tell you but you just make me so nervous-” “Sirius-”

“C’mon, listen to me-” “This is the potion!”

“The potion wore off hours ago and you know it!”

You slump against the wall in defeat, legs against your chest as you look away from him. You know he’s right. The once amplified feelings you had for him are more sane and you no longer feel like you’d kill every single person who so much as looked at him the wrong way.

“You can’t like me back. I don’t believe you.”

He crouches down in front of you, hands shaking as he reaches to touch your knee. “Why don’t you believe me, my love?” He questions, his voice much quieter than it was before.

“Because you’re Sirius Black,” You whisper like it explains everything. And it does. He’s Sirius Black, the golden boy who could have anyone he wanted.

“And you’re you. If anything I don’t deserve you. You’re smart, beautiful, way out of my league.” You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off. “But I’m going to work every day to be the man you deserve because I want you. So badly it hurts.”

“I want you too,” You mutter shyly, you look into his eyes that still look at you like you’ve hung the moon.

“Aw my love,” He pulls you closer, breath fanning your cheek. “You’ve had me for a long time.”

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frenziedfireworks · 10 months

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Late Nights

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary : You are super tired but your boyfriend has other ideas.

CW : SMUT, 18+ Characters, f!reader, somnophilia, degrading, breeding kink, needy & very horny seb

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Sebastian was insatiable. You didn’t know where he stored the energy even throughout such a cumbersome day.

Both of you had spent the day doing chores and getting the house ready for Anne. She would be visiting soon and Merlin forbid she sees a speck of dust in the house. You had been deathly tired after and went to bed early.. or so you had planned. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes before you felt the bed dip and Sebastian sigh. You ignored his hands that trailed up your form and continued to rest.

“Y/N are you awake?” Sebastian’s breath fanned against your ear and you scrunched up. You knew what kind of mood he was in and could tell what was coming.

“No.” You responded and tried to keep in a laugh.

“Oh what a shame.” Sebastian snorted and you felt his hand crawl under your gown. His fingers played against the flesh of your thighs and his lips nipped at your ear.

“Y/N..” He pleaded again and you sighed.

“If you want me that bad then take me. I’m worn out Sebastian.” You whispered and kicked your nightgown off. Something had awakened in your boyfriend from the comment as he gripped you harshly.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you while you sleep?” He rasped and you felt your core throb. So that’s what he was thinking of. You couldn’t deny that the thought of him using you to pleasure himself even while you were asleep was deeply arousing.

“Yes. You can use me.” You whisper out and shut your eyes again as you relish in his touch. His hands automatically began tweaking at your chest with a rapid pace. His teeth bit circles into your neck which were sure to leave bruises by the morning.

“Fuck.” Sebastian groaned as he rutted his erection against your ass. You could only let a small moan as you felt his hand travel down to your mound. His fingers worked fast circles around your nub, desperation clawing away at his mind. He was more akin to an animal than man, leaving not even a second to waste. His large digit pressed into your needy hole, your body shaking at the new pressure.

“Fuck that’s right. Look at you swallowing my finger. Greedy fucking girl even when you’re half asleep.”

His pace was erratic and you felt him insert another finger. Your body contorted with pleasure as he hit the right spot. A low chuckle filled the silence as he continued.

“Gonna fucking cum on my fingers and then I’m gonna plug you with my cock. You’re gonna take it all like the whore you are.”

His vulgar words only sent you higher, your hand gripping at the sheet below. Your core spasmed as you came, drenching your boyfriends hand in the process.

“Oh fuck. Look at the mess you’ve made. Can’t even help yourself huh?” Sebastian bit at your neck and you groaned a bit.

“Gonna fuck your poor little pussy now. Fill you up and let you wake up to a mess.”

Sebastian’s cock rubbed through your folds, teasing you as he positioned himself. It didn’t take long at all for him to plunge into your sensitive hole. You clenched and moaned at the intrusion, adjusting to his size.

“Oh fuck. You always feel so fucking good! So tight for me. Built to take my cock.”

He began to piston into you, his grip on your hips brutal. The room felt like a sauna and your body flopped with each thrust to your core. Lewd slapping noises and Sebastian’s grunts were the only thing you could hear as your mind fluttered in and out of consciousness. You could feel yourself getting closer and evidently Sebastian was too.

“I can feel you clenching me princess. Why don’t you cum on my cock so I can fill this pussy up like it deserves?” His hand trailed down to rub at your bundle of nerves and your body jolted.

“Mmm…” you moaned out in a sleepy stupor and he just laughed.

“Yeah I bet you like it slut. Cum for me.”

Your body did as it was told, hitting that euphoric high for the second time. It wasn’t even seconds later that you felt his pace go slack and his warmth fill you up. His hips jutted a few more times before he finally stopped, an arm pulling you flush against his chest.

“Thanks darling. You’re the best.” He murmured as he kissed the nape of your neck. You ran your hand along his toned thigh that laid behind you and hummed.

“Night you beast.” You whispered and he snorted.

“Goodnight princess.”

#sebastian sallow x reader smut #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy x reader

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hellneedsaruler · 2 years

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Every time I see one of your Merlin and Arthur posts, I immediately play it in my head as Fate Artoria and Merlin and it's hilarious because it almost always seems right anyway because all Merlins are goofy bastards. I enjoy this. Keep it up.

Oh god i’m so surprised my ramblings reach anyone outside the intended fandom but i’m so glad you like like it !!! Happy to cater to all the merlin fans across different fandoms 😭❤️

#YES ALL MERLINS ARE GOOFY BASTARDS IT COMES WITH THE NAME I’D LIKE TO BELIEVE #you don’t know how happy this ask made me anon #so thank you !!!#ashamed to say i had to google what that was #tho now I’m interested 🫣#i know i haven’t been that active lately but finals are kicking my ass 😫#hellneedsaruler answers #ask #lovely anon

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ellecdc · 10 days

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I HAD AN IDEA FOR A REQ BUT I FORGOT IT AND I JUST REMEMBERED AGAIN

okok so shy!reader (similar to r in the poly!marauders + lily fic that i am genuinely obsessedddd with) but with barty and she just gets so flustered and blushy when he’s so loud and outspoken about his affection for her

barty would absolutely accidentally (& lovingly) torment poor shy!reader. thanks for your request! (I'm obviously currently in my Barty-girl era - I deserve jail time ur honour)

Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who tries hiding from Barty, much to Remus' chagrin

There were very few places in the castle that Remus could escape to from his nettlesome roommates. Thankfully, his roommates would rather be trampled by a stampede of hippogriffs than spend their precious free time in the library of all places. Unfortunately, Remus was still too easily spotted in his current hideout.

“Rem! Hide me!” He heard you squeak as you came flying around one of the stacks of books; eyes wild like a prey animal looking for their last chance at survival.

“What?” Remus asked dumbly, but it was no use.

You let out a cartoonish ‘eep!’ sound and dove underneath the table Remus was currently sat at; your head basically situated in Remus’ lap as you looked up at him desperately.

“Please.” You practically begged. “You never saw me!”

“Who’s looking for you?”

Remus' question was answered in the form of a haunting whistling weaving its way casually through the aisles and aisles of books before pausing directly in front of Remus’ chair.

“‘Lo, Junior.” Remus greeted politely, causing the Slytherin boy to narrow his eyes at him.

“Lupin.” He drawled suspiciously. “Aren’t there usually…more of you?”

Remus grimaced as he felt your nervous claws dig painfully into his calf. “Nope.” He replied an octave too high to be considered casual. “Just me.”

Barty simply offered him a disbelieving hum.

“So, Lupin,” Barty continued, chewing the vowels of Remus’ surname as if it tasted particularly rancid in his mouth. “See anything around here lately?”

Remus hummed as if pretending he was in thought. “No…nope, definitely haven’t seen anyo- anything.”

But it was too late.

“Haven’t seen anyone, hm?” Barty surmised with a wicked grin. “Not even…say…a certain witch who happens to be the object of my affections?”

You dejectedly thumped your forehead against Remus’ knee, hitting the nerve which caused his leg to kick out reflexively, thus pushing you over under the table.

“Merlin’s tits, Lupin, are you having a fit?”

“Oh my sodding Godric.” You finally grumbled from under the table, causing Barty’s face to brighten up astronomically.

It took you far longer than Remus would have liked to be sitting in the awkward semi-company with Barty to extricate yourself from under the library table, and your efforts were accompanied by an awful lot of painful sounding bumps and cursing before your - albeit rather bedraggled - form materialized beside Remus.

“There’s my girl.” Barty nearly sighed in relief; a dopey lovesick smile spreading across his face.

“Do you see it too?” You whispered to Remus conspiratorially.

“See what?”

“That look.” You whispered again, causing Remus to snort.

“The look of adoration currently decorating Junior’s face? Yeah, I see it.”

You scoffed at him. “Barty doesn’t adore me.”

“Says who!?” Barty nearly screeched, causing Remus to look around nervously at the attention the trio was quickly gathering. “I’ll kill them.”

“What?”

“Can I be excused from this conversation?” Remus groaned as he returned to his seat.

Barty quickly agreed at the same moment that you hissed no!

“Listen - my darling angel - though I think you’re really great at just about everything you do, you are absolute pants at hiding.” Barty offered you solemnly as if he were gently giving you quite devastating news.

“Maybe you’re just too good at this finding thing.” You huffed as you crossed your arms; quite petulantly, in Remus’ opinion.

“At finding you?” Barty asked as his face broke out in a Cheshire cat grin. “Always.”

Remus was certain you were going to melt through the floor below you, and - quite frankly - if it got you two away from Remus’ library sanctuary, so be it.

#marauders era #marauders au #reader insert #self insert #marauders fanfiction #barty gate #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr imagine #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr x you #shy!reader #fem!reader #barty crouch jr blurb #Barty Crouch jr ficlet #ellecdc fics

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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Hi!! I love your imagines so much!! And I had a request if possible! Maybe f!reader and Sebastian sneak into the prefect bathroom for a bath together after a long day or something and one thing leaders to another..

My Sleep Remedy

{Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader}

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are nearing the end of their 7th year and are 18+)

Word Count: ~ 5,100 words

Warnings: 18+ smut, (first time having sex, fingering, handjob, oral)

Author’s Note: Just want to say right away that I’m not a lore master on Harry Potter, I’ve only read the first book, seen the movies, and obsessed over Hogwarts Legacy. I think you need a password to get into the prefects’ bathroom but I’m going by HL rules where you can just walk in lmfaooo. Thank you for the request, anon!!! I got really into this one and had so much fun writing it. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading it ❤ Now kick back and turn off your brain. I cleared your schedule for you, enjoy 🥰

Songs (if interested):

Spiracle - Flower Face

snowfall (Slowed + Reverb) - Øneheart, reidenshi

You’d think, after everything you had to do to catch up having come in late as a 7th year, you’d be out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Yet sleep still found a way to evade you. After tossing and turning with no signs of your eyelids growing heavier, you decided to sneak out of your dorm and wander the halls of Hogwarts once again. Maybe you could stumble upon some demiguise statues for Mr. Moon.

With the disillusionment spell coating you, you walked the halls easily, taking in all the paintings and statues. It was a shame you only had one year here, there was no way you could see the entirety of the castle in such a short time. Turning a corner, you rammed into a solid, invisible object.

The feel of hands steadied you as your rubbed at your nose. The disillusionment spell wore off for both you and Sebastian Sallow.

“Sebastian.” You said in pleasant surprise, smiling up at him. “What are you doing up?”

“Had trouble sleeping. Decided to follow your lead and go on one of these -” He waved his hand dismissively in the air, “night walks you rave so much about.” He chuckled, keeping his voice low. Of everyone he could have had insomnia with, he was happy it was you.

“Same here. Decided I might as well look for more of those demiguise statues. No idea why they bother Mr. Moon so much, I think they’re pretty adorable. Care to join me? Or did you want to be alone?”

He appreciated you asking, especially in such a way that he felt he could say ‘no’ if he needed. But he didn’t need to, or want to. “Count me in.” He smiled. “I think I spotted one in the prefects’ bathroom.”

You quirked a brow at him. “What were you doing in there?”

“Bathing, what else?”

“One of the prefects invited you to join them, did they?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, playfully shoving your shoulder.

“It’s my last year, so I figured ‘why not’? Wanted to try it at least once. And if I was caught, I’m sure people would have been happy I've moved on from the restricted section. Now come on.”

“Lead the way.”

You and Sebastian arrived at the prefects’ bathroom, cloaked in the disillusionment spell. “If I remember right, I think I saw it just over...” His eyes scanned the bathroom.

“Ah, there it is.” You strode up to it, your disillusionment spell fading. You picked it up and twirled it in your hand as you returned to Sebastian’s side. “One more down, Merlin knows how many to go.” You sighed.

He let his disillusionment fade as well, taking the moon from your hand to look it over himself. Really, he just needed a temporary distraction, every now and then he would get this terrible urge to kiss you. You never had to do anything special for the thought to pop into his head, all he could do was suffer in silence until the ache went away.

He handed the moon back to you and looked out to the bathroom. “You know, why don’t you give this bath a go? It could help you fall asleep, now that you got one less moon to worry about.”

He could see you thinking on it, clearly tempted.

“Come on, you came in late as a 7th year and you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I say you’ve earned it. It’s your only year at Hogwarts and we’re almost finished anyway. Go for it.”

“You’re such a bad influence.” You smirked at him, then scanned your eyes over the room. “This place is beautiful though, especially at night.” You thought aloud. “But what about you? If it helps you sleep, you should use it. I can come back for it another night when you’re feeling better.”

Sebastian was tempted too, this place had relaxed him in the way he needed most. It was pure tranquility. After everything that had happened that year, having that little bit of peace this place offered helped greatly. But he shook his head, “All yours tonight.”

You eyed him sadly as he looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. You’d much rather he took it. You didn’t want to part ways with him quite yet either, but maybe this was his way of saying he needed to be alone at the moment. “Alright... thank you, Sebastian. Wait, how often do the prefects come to check on this place?”

“If they hear water running, they’re not coming in here.” He reassured you. “Even if they did suspect you weren’t someone who was allowed in here, they’d at least wait until you were clothed to rat you out.”

“Makes sense.” You exhaled, looking upon the immaculate bath the size of a pond. The thought of sitting in this beautiful, moonlit room enveloped in warm water was more enticing by the second.

Sebastian could see your dreamy stare and decided it was time for him to go. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He shot you a grin as he turned to make his way out.

“Seb.” You called softly, speaking before thinking.

“Hmm?” He turned to face you easily.

“I um...” You didn’t want him to leave. Though you spent most of your days stuck together like glue, you wanted even more of him to yourself. You only had a few more weeks at Hogwarts, and then who knew where the two of you would be?

He felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look on your face, he had never seen it on you before. It wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad. It was hopeful... and aching. He didn’t know what to make of it as he waited for you to continue. He could see your chest rising and falling, your breathing seeming to get heavier. The sight made the wait for you to speak feel like it took ages.

You cleared your throat, mustering up the courage for your next words. “Please stay.”

His insides constricted in the most volatile way. You couldn’t possibly mean you wanted to bathe together, could you? Maybe you just thought you two could put your feet in the water? Surely no nakedness involved. Oh wonderful, he was thinking of you naked even though you were only a few feet away from him. He swallowed thickly. What do I say? What do I say?

‘Yes’ seemed like the best answer. On one hand, it could be innocent and there was no need for his mind to have taken him to such a risqué place. On the other, if you did want to bathe with him, he’d be the world’s biggest blockhead if he said ‘no’.

He had fallen hard and fast for you his final year at Hogwarts. He wished, more than anything, you came in as a 1st year so you two could have made more memories together. But only one year with you was the hand he was dealt. So he’d take every second he could, no amount of time would have felt like it was enough anyhow.

After everything you had done for him, picking him back up after what happened with Anne and Solomon, keeping his friendship with Ominis in tact, and sticking by his side even though you’ve seen the worst sides of him, how could you possibly want someone like me? You were far, far too good for him.

Who was he fooling? There was no way he would have ever said ‘no’ to you.

“I'll stay.” He answered as he took a step towards you, but that was all he’d let himself do. You needed to make the next move, so he could know what you wanted from him that night. He’d give you everything and more, all you needed to do was ask.

It was hard to keep calm when the flutter in your chest felt so overwhelming. Becoming jumpy, you brought your fingers up to unclasp your robes.

His eyes went dark. Merlin’s sake, he needed to get it together. He had seen you take off your robes countless times before. And for all he knew, you’d only be taking off your shoes and tights as well.

You glanced up at him when you slipped your robes off, then went to put them at the front of the room near the large stack of towels.

Sebastian watched your hips as you passed him. Easy now, still don’t know how far you want to go with this. He darted his gaze away and shrugged off his own robes. After tossing it aside, he went to turn on the faucets to fill up the giant tub. He desperately needed to busy himself to calm his nerves.

He peeked over at you and watched, mesmerized, as you kicked off your shoes and pulled down your tights from under you skirt, slowly revealing the skin of your legs in the most tantalizing way. His breathing started to come out shallow, his lips parting slightly.

You were either stopping there or you were going to keep going. This was the point where he’d know what you wanted. And if that was how he handled himself getting a look at your legs? He probably wouldn’t be coherent if you took it further.

Tucking your tights and shoes away, you looked back at him over your shoulder. He shot his gaze away and tried to look busy with the faucets. He knew he must have had a dumb, slack-jawed look on his face.

In your head, you were even more of a wreck. You had taken off everything that could be viewed as innocent. You could stop there and spend a relaxing night speaking with Sebastian, or you could try to take him how you’ve always wanted him ever since he smirked at you in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

You knew he’d be a gentleman about all of this, so you’d have to make the first move in the direction you wanted to take it. The look on his face when he saw you had taken off your shoes and tights was encouraging. You glanced at him again but his focus was fully back on the faucets, not as encouraging.

You took a steadying breath, thankful the sound of the rushing water would drown it out. You mustered up every ounce of courage you had, locked the door, and turned your body so that you were facing him. This could be your only chance, it was now or never. Looking down at your shirt, you reached up and slowly began unbuttoning it. Once you got down to the button that opened your shirt enough to reveal the top of your bodice, you peeked up at him to check if he was looking.

And oh he was looking, the way he seemed to be watching you with undivided attention had the spark of a fire ignite in your core. You undid a few more buttons until you gradually stilled under the weight of his gaze, temporarily hypnotized by the way he was looking at you.

“Keep going.” He said, hypnotized himself. He could feel the blood draining from his head to go south, leaving it empty with nothing but thoughts of what more you could show him. He wanted all of you displayed before him, all to himself.

Your heartrate sped up, you hadn’t known what words you wanted to hear from him, but those were certainly an electrifying choice. You picked up where you left off and delighted in the way he kept his eyes on you. You got to the last of your buttons and slipped off your shirt, revealing your bodice and the skin of your shoulders.

He stood up straighter and faced you fully as he watched your shirt fall to the floor. Your skirt was less of a slow burn and more of a shock to his senses when it only took one undone button for it to fall as well.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose like he was being tortured. It wasn’t fair, the effect you had on him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the tub still had a ways to go filling with water, so he hoped you would help him pass the time by continuing to do what you were doing.

You kept your eyes on him, nervous, excited, and aching to show him what was under your bodice. You began undoing the buttons of your final layer. His eyes fell down to your chest, and you could see his adam's apple bob in his throat. The heat you felt in your abdomen went lower, you felt it throb in the most delicious way. That throb only swelled when you glanced down at Sebastian’s pants, his erection pressing hard against the fabric. The thought of having caused it sent a thrill through you.

When you slipped off your bodice and revealed your breasts, he made his way towards you, not allowing this space between you anymore. Keeping your eyes on him as he approached, you swiftly pulled down your underskirts. His face turned pained seeing you fully naked before him, your most sensitive area exposed to him.

He stood before you, eyes darting all over you, not sure where they wanted to feast upon more. You didn’t mind that you were naked and Sebastian wasn’t. Those hungry looks of his had been more than enough to send you over the edge.

As you witnessed his eyes ardently roaming over you, you reached up and began undoing his tie, the rise and fall of his chest speeding up. You slid his tie off and went for his buttons, undoing them one by one.

It was such an intoxicating contradiction to witness, watching you take control in such a tender way. He narrowed his eyes at you as you slipped his shirt off, fingers brushing along his skin as you did so. You met his gaze and sensed he was wordlessly begging you to release his hard length from his pants.

Your lashes curtained your eyes as you looked down to undo his belt. He dared to touch you then, his fingers grazed your hips and he dragged them lightly up the sides of your torso. He held back, because the way he wanted to grab you, he was sure he’d leave bruises. You were so soft, almost like you were the most delicate thing he had ever touched, even though he knew full well you were far from it.

You undid his pants and looked back up at him. You were still for a moment and he wondered what was going through your head. Keeping your eyes on him, you gingerly grabbed at his length. You watched with delight as he hissed a breath through his teeth and shot his gaze down to your hand on him. You stroked your thumb across his tip and he almost collapsed.

He panicked when you released him and began walking away. He watched in stunned silence as you walked down the steps into the water and then dove in. You resurfaced and swam towards the faucets, turning them all off. His pants were hanging loose on his waist, his hard length teasing out of it.

“Are you coming in?” You asked without looking at him, continuing to turn off the remaining faucets, your nipples peeking out of the water every time you reached up.

His body finally kicked in to gear. He nearly fell over as he hopped on one foot to yank off one shoe, then switched sides, just as unsteady while taking off the other. His hands were shaky and quick pulling off his socks, he threw them to the side, not caring if he ever saw them again. Once he shoved down his pants, he joined you in the water, not nearly as graceful as you and causing much more splashing.

You giggled as you swam to meet him, pulling his face into a kiss. He treaded the water as you held him close to you, relishing the feel of your mouth on his, your breasts pressing against him. The water was slick on your skin, he was half tempted to swim back and just watch you exist, naked and dripping wet. But he didn’t want to leave this position, not yet.

Your hands slid down and rested on his freckled shoulders, reveling at his hard muscles there. He pulled back from the kiss slightly, wanting to look at your face. He cupped your jaw with one hand and dragged his thumb along your skin, watching the water droplets run down. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he had been in love with you for so long, and he had you with him like this. And in the prefects’ bathroom to top it off? If this was a dream, he’d absolutely die if he woke up.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked over your features, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Every look he gave you tonight had you melting.

“I want you to touch me.” You told him.

He was sure he was dreaming then, but he’d do everything in his power to not wake up. “I’m so glad.”

He grabbed your hand under the water and pulled you along as he swam towards the tub’s edge. He rested a hand on it to keep himself afloat. “Hold onto me.” He said. You complied, placing your hands back on his shoulders. His free hand remained under water, moving to your inner thigh, his fingers dragged up to your folds. He eyed you for your reaction, you nodded your head. The two of you looked down into the water at his hand, he ran his first finger through you, taking in the feel of it all. You dug your nails into his skin, it kept his member rock hard.

He had read books on sex before, but the boring ones. The ones with lifeless illustrations, education being the main purpose. He wasn’t completely ignorant of what was between your thighs, but he couldn’t truly know until he encountered it himself.

“Right there. Move your fingers on that spot.” Your whispered feedback had his insides reeling, and he threw out his plan to take his time feeling you.

“How should I - what do I -” He was eager to please but he'd be lying if he said he knew how.

You put a hand over his and guided him towards the top of your slit. You moved his fingers in short, up and down, rubbing motions at a quick pace. You already knew how to get yourself off from alone time in the showers, and you were earnest to have him take your place. His rough, warm fingers would feel so much better.

“Like that.” You panted. “Keep touching me like that.”

He furrowed his brows and bit his lip in concentration, all his focus going to his fingers, he was going to get this right if it killed him.

You held onto him for support as he moved against you, your peak was approaching much faster with his fingers instead of yours. His eyes darted up and down, going up to your face and then back down to your need.

You brought your hands up to his head and fisted his hair, he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping up his motions. You held him to you as your climax got closer and closer, wrapping one leg around his waist underneath the water. He was especially thankful being in the water then, it helped make the two of you more weightless. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold this strong other wise.

“I’m gonna - I’m -” He slammed his mouth onto yours to keep you quiet as he finished you off. Your muffled moan against his lips and your body spasming against his hand had him ravenous.

You pulled back from him to catch your breath, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He held you close to him and rested his cheek against the top of your head. He wanted to make you feel that good all the time, wanted to be the only one who ever did.

You drifted back and put your hands on his chest. “Sit down.” You commanded, your breath still a bit uneven. You pushed him back gently through the water, towards the steps.

“Alright.” He responded, compliant and enamored. He kept his eyes on you as he swam backwards and sat, not wanting to miss a second of you.

He took a steadying breath as you settled your knees on either side of his legs, straddling him. He exhaled sharply when you gripped his length under the water, “Now tell me how to touch you.”

His brain couldn’t process your question. He was eye level with your chest and stared ahead with half-lidded eyes, the water droplets running down you were madness inducing. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping some water into his hand and smearing it across your chest to make you glisten even more in wetness.

“Seb.” You whimpered, gripping him tighter.

His glazed eyes looked up to yours. He was delirious, there was so much of you to look at and you were touching him in a place no one else had. Getting his hand to act since his mouth couldn’t, he followed your lead and guided you on what to do.

You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked up and down in the way he silently instructed. He leaned his elbows back on the steps and watched you, bewitched, as you fixated on his pleasure.

You propped one hand against his chest as your other worked up and down his shaft. “A bit faster.” He groaned. “That’s...” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Ah that’s it.” The sound of water sloshing along with your breathing echoed throughout the prefects’ bathroom, and he was nearing his peak faster than he wanted. Quickly, he leaned forward and removed your hand from him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in a slight panic, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss to put you at ease.

“Nothing.” He reassured once he pulled back. He looked up at you with longing, tortured eyes and stroked your cheek. “Can I be inside you?”

Your insides set ablaze and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly as you adjusted on top of him, positioning yourself over his length. His hands moved to your hips and he gripped tightly, looking down into the water at you two about to join.

He did everything he could to inwardly steady himself. “Right...” He breathed. “Now... When I’m about to finish, you need to uh...” Focus! He shot a hand through his wet hair quickly then placed it back on your hip. “You need to withdraw from me, alright?”

You nodded your head, just as frantic at the anticipation as he was. “I will.”

Ignoring your jittery nerves, you took him in your hand to guide his tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk yourself onto him, taking your time as you felt him stretch you out to fit deeper. You felt his body stiffen under you. With a throaty groan, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead against your chest. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and held him close as you both breathed through it.

He wanted to be stuck in this position forever. The feel of your heat slowly enveloping him was unreal. You whimpered as you took more of him into you. He kissed the spot between your breasts, “Go slow. Go slow.” He whispered against your skin. The words were meant for him just as much as they were you.

His eyes squeezed shut briefly when you had him fully in you.

“I - I think I’m alright now.” You said, and could feel him nod against your chest.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat, and leaned back a bit to look down into the water. Catching your curious gaze at what it looked like being joined together was one of the most arousing things he had ever witnessed.

You thought back to how he wanted your hand to move on him, so you gripped his shoulders and moved your heat up and down his length.

His hands moved down from your hips to your bottom, groping roughly. He leaned back enough so he could watch you bounce on him, quicker and quicker as you became more accustomed to the feel of him inside you.

He was becoming unhinged at it all. The feel of your heat gliding along him, the movement of your dripping wet breasts, your nails digging into his shoulders, and the sound of your panting breaths mixed with his. His climax was coming fast.

“Ah I’m about to - Please don’t stop.” He could hardly speak, and his vision was getting blurry. He leaned forward to bite at your skin, he didn’t care where, anywhere. You arched your back at the feel of his teeth, and you knew he was nearing the edge. You withdrew yourself from him just enough to take him in your hand and he kept his hands on your ass. You stroked him fast to finish him off, but an urge to take him in your mouth took over. You broke away from his grasp and submerged your face under the water, wrapping your mouth around him.

“W - Wait,” He breathed heavily, “What are you - o - oh...” His words melted into grunts as his head fell back and he spilled into your mouth.

When you felt he was done, you swallowed him and went back up for air. Wiping the water from your face, you saw his eyes were wide at you and he was trying to catch his breath. It was the most exhilarating sight.

He didn’t know what possessed you to put your mouth on him, but he needed to figure it out so he could ensure it possessed you next time too.

A dreamy sigh left your lips and you laid back into the water, floating contently as you looked up at the ceiling. He leaned back on his elbows and watched you, his legs too wobbly to move anywhere. It was quite the way to bring seven years at Hogwarts to a close.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Despite the lighthearted wording, there was gravity in his delivery.

You went up straight in the water to look at him. Hiding your dopey smile, you submerged yourself until it was just your eyes peeking out at him.

Getting bashful himself, he leaned forward on his knees and rubbed at his face. “Yeah, you know.” He laughed breathily. He was all too proud seeing how flushed your cheeks were and knowing he was the cause.

You swam back to him until you were standing on the steps below him. Placing your hands on his knees, you leaned forward and kissed him. You pulled back, getting a good look at all of his freckles. “I thought it was obvious I'm in love with you too.”

He pulled you back onto his lap. Gripping your thighs, he claimed your mouth with a deeper kiss. You were both tired now. He just needed this last taste of you, this last feel of your wet skin on his before you separated.

He tore himself from you and looked into your sleepy eyes with his. “Bed?”

“Afraid so.” You sighed, getting up off his lap.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you out of the tub. Towels were aplenty in the prefect bathroom, and he grabbed one for you and him. As the two of you dried off, the exhaustion really kicked in. You gave each other sleepy smiles as you caught the other’s eye, trying to sneak glances as you put your uniforms back on.

He finished dressing before you did and went to help you with your last few buttons. “Stay with me in Feldcroft this summer. It’d mean the world to me if you did.”

You met his half-lidded eyes with yours, a lazy smile on your lips. “Of course, I will.”

He gave you one more lax kiss, then went to unlock the door. You picked up the demiguise moon and he opened the door for you.

“What in Merlin’s name?!” A younger prefect’s unwelcome voice knocked you two out of your magical haze.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and pushed you defensively behind him, keeping you hidden.

“Were you two in the prefects' bathroom? At the same time?! Don’t tell me you… in our bathroom!”

“I think you’re mistaken, we were just retrieving a demiguise statue for Mr. Moon, that’s all.” Sebastian grabbed the moon from your hand and walked up to the prefect, their height difference becoming very apparent when he came toe to toe and looked down his nose at him.

“B - But your hair’s wet! Both of you -”

“I’ll say it once more since it doesn’t seem like you heard me. You’re mistaken.” Sebastian repeated. “And if I hear any rumors about what you think happened, I’ll know who started them, won’t I? I only have a few weeks left here at Hogwarts, let’s see to it they go by smoothly, yeah?”

“F - Fine. Just get back to Mr. Moon straightaway and go to your dorms.”

He gave the prefect a couple solid pats on the cheek. “Attaboy.”

Grumbling, the prefect turned on his heel and left.

Sebastian returned to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and practically carrying you out of the faculty tower. “Were you trying to protect my honor back there?” You teased and could see he was biting back a cocky grin.

“I was. I could go back and scare him some more since you seem so pleased about it.”

He cackled when you smacked his arm. Sleepless nights weren’t so bad anymore.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow mature content

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lobey-scribbles · 1 year

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Playing Dumb - Fred Weasley X F!Reader

summary: Fred Weasley has always had his eye on you and when Professor Flitwick sits you next to each other in Charms, he can hardly believe his luck. In a desperate attempt to get close to you, Fred decides to play dumb in Charms class.

word count: 1.1k

themes: just fluff

warnings: none

a/n: happy birthday to gred and feorge! might do a part 2!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Fred Weasley stumbled into Charms class, out of breath and dishevelled. It turns out that despite staying up all night with George and wandering the castle with the marauder's map being one of his favourite activities, it didn't exactly mesh well with being a punctual student. Professor Flitwick paused his lesson, and gave one of those Fred-Weasley weary sighs, “Late again, I see, Fred.” he said in his usual squeaky voice.

“Very sorry, Professor,” Fred replied, giving Professor Flitwick the most apologetic smile he could muster. Before Fred could make his way to his seat, he stopped dead in his tracks. Peering around the room, he realised that Lee Jordan was no longer sitting in his usual seat. Instead, he sat next to a Slytherin student, Miles Bletchley, and was giving no effort to hide how miserable he was about it. Had Fred not been so devastated about being moved away from Lee, he would have found his predicament rather hilarious, but now he needed to figure out where he was sitting.

“Oh, Fred, can you please go sit next to miss Y/N L/N please?” said Professor Flitwick, noting the bemusement on Fred’s face. “Maybe you'll finally get some work done,” he muttered to himself under his breath before he resumed his lesson.

Fred Weasley scanned the room for his empty seat, his stomach lurching ever so slightly when his eyes landed on you.

Fred sauntered over to the empty seat next to you, determinedly ignoring the way his heart began to race in his chest. He’d noticed you in the corridor before, but he'd never had the chance to speak to you. Now, he was sitting right next to you in class, and he was determined to make the most of it.

“Hey there,” Fred said, flashing you a grin. “I'm Fred. Nice to meet you.”

You looked up at him, gave him a small smile and introduced yourself, but you didn't seem very talkative.

He really couldn't explain it, but you being as shy and reserved as you were, only made Fred’s need to be closer to you even stronger.

Fred tried to strike up a conversation, cracking a few jokes here and there, and making light of Lee’s unfortunate new seat in class. “Well, Y/N, I hope you feel lucky to be sitting next to me now instead of poor Lee. He's stuck with Bletchley, you know.” he chuckled, desperately trying to get a laugh out of you. Instead, you just gave him a polite nod and turned your attention back to Professor Flitwick.

As the class progressed, Fred tried his best to focus on the lesson and keep his eyes firmly on the textbook in front of him, and Merlin’s beard, was it impossible! It seems like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but steal a glance at you, admiring your unwavering concentration and the way your fingers twirled your hair absentmindedly.

Finally, the class came to an end, and Fred and Lee met up with George and strolled to the Great Hall together for break time, plonking themselves down at the Gryffindor table. Fred’s mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of you, barely noticing Lee’s rant about his new seat, only half-heartedly piping up to express his sympathies, agreeing that it was such a shame to be separated from his best friend. George noticed his brother’s distracted state and nudged him, “What about your seat, Fredster?”

“Don’t call me Fredster!” he snapped, kicking George underneath the table, and then continuing as though he couldn't hear his brother yelp out in pain and a howl of laughter from Lee, his violent reaction being less to do with the stupid nickname and more to do with the fact that George had interrupted his daydreaming.

“Not too bad, I suppose,” appearing as nonchalant as he could about the whole thing, acting as if his stomach didn't perform backflips at the very thought of being beside you.

As the weeks went on, Fred persisted in trying to tempt you out of your shell. Fred wasn’t bad at charms by any means. In fact, he'd probably be great at if he put in the same amount of effort as he did with wreaking havoc amongst the castle. Yet, he took every opportunity he could to ask you questions in Charm class, acting as though he were struggling to get you to help him. You'd give him a look and scold him for not listening properly, turning to help him, and as you did so, your leg would brush his and a jolt of electricity would shoot through his entire body.

In the Charms class that followed, Professor Flitwick had the whole class on their feet, practising a bubble-head charm. Fred fumbled with his wand, making a complete pig’s ear of the movement, purposefully of course, and cried out in frustration, “What the bloody hell am I even doing wrong?”, his eyes darted quickly over to you to make sure you had heard him.

You rolled your eyes at him, walking over to his side, “Let me help you, Fred” and you placed your hand on top of his. If brushing your leg against his made Fred nervous, it was seriously nothing compared to how the touch of your hand on his made him feel. You directed his hand, mimicking the correct wand movement. “See, like this.”

“O-oh yes, I get it now, thank you.” he stammered, swiftly pulling his hand away from yours as if he'd just touched something scorching. He prayed that you didn't notice how hot and bothered he was and desperately tried to regain his composure.

As you were all packing up for the end of class, Fred asked Lee to wait up for him outside. Then, he turned to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck and asked, “I’m sure it's no secret to you by now how hopeless I am at Charms.”

“Oh, well you're not really-”

“Don’t sugarcoat it, Y/N, I'm a mess.”

You giggled, making Fred’s heart soar, he might get addicted to hearing you laugh, especially when it's because of him.

“So, with that in mind, do you think you would mind tutoring me in Charms? I completely understand if you're busy-”

“Oh, no I'm not busy at all!” you interjected, eagerly, “Of course, I’ll tutor you, Fred!” you smiled at him kindly, “Does next week sound good?”

“Yes, that's brilliant, thank you!” unable to hide the elation in his voice, “You’re amazing, you are. I owe you my life, seriously, Professor Flitwick glares at me as if my days are numbered,” drawing out another one of your melodic laughs.

Fred bid you farewell and walked out of the classroom with an undeniable spring in his step, and a goofy smile plastered across his face.

Fred stepped out into the corridor, unable to shake the giddy feeling that lingered from his conversation with you. He spotted Lee leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

“Hey, Lee!” Fred greeted his friend enthusiastically as he walked towards him.

Lee raised an eyebrow, “Don’t know what you’re so cheery about, mate, we've got Snape next.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #harry potter fandom #wizarding world #fred weasley being an idiot #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley fanfiction #the weasley twins #hp fandom #fred weasley #happy birthday to fred and george weasley #happy birthday fred and george weasley

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wingedhallows · 2 months

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we'll be family, part 2; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 2.6k words plot: sirius is finally back and your godson is as well. You're determined to finally be a family, no one will come between, you're determined. prompt: "we'll be family" authors note: I might make this in a short part siries :)

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You’ve hated these neatly built houses as much as you did fifteen years ago, the way every single one of them looked exactly the same made you want to vomit, it bored you to death.

Harry was tucked behind you, even if he was almost taller than you. You lifted your hand and knocked three times before you could hear some shuffling inside.

The door opened without a sound and Lily’s sister came to sight, her face contorted into a confused or rather bewildered expression.

“Who might you be?” She screeched, her voice had given you a headache all those years ago as well. You’ve been here before, with Lily actually. She had invited her sister and her pig of a husband to their wedding. They didn’t want to hear her out, kicking her out after you had shoved your wand into their faces, ready to recite a curse.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, Petunia.” You gave her a small smirk before you walked straight past her, your hand in Harry’s as you spoke. “Go, get your things.” Harry had left some books and clothes behind, not everything had found its place in his trunk when he ran away. Harry gave you a nod and sprinted up the stairs.

“Get out of my house this instant, Y/N.” She did remember you.

You turned around and a small chuckle escaped you.

“I’m not here because your company is so exquisite, Petunia. I’m simply here because my godson forgot some of his stuff.” Some heavy footsteps sounded from within the house and Vernon came into sight. His eyes were wide, a pint of ice cream in his fat hands. “What’s she doin’ here?” He grumbled, cheeks painted red from even the littlest physical effort.

“Lovely to see you again as well, Vernon.” You waved at him dramatically and leaned back against the wall. “Get out, right now.” You sighed and shoved a cigarette between your lips. With a tap from your finger it lit itself.

“You really wanna talk to me like that?” You took a drag and blew the smoke in his direction. He didn’t answer as his eyes flew up the stairs. Harry has been rummaging through his former room for a few minutes. You had told him to be thorough, you didn’t want to come back here again.

“How’s your sister, oh, I forgot she’s a bit out of reach lately, right?” Vernon clenched his fat jaw and Petunia threw her hand in front of her mouth with a gasp.

“Well, I’m glad he’s gone actually.” Vernon spoke as he licked the spoon clean. You nodded and blew some more smoke. “Me too, you lot are so awfully boring.” Petunia walked past you to stand next to her disgusting husband. “Excuse me?” You laughed, cigarette sizzling away in your hand.

“You should be ashamed actually.” You paused as you walked up to her, your face now awfully close to her own. “To tell him his parents were killed in a car accident.” Your eyes were cold as you blew some smoke in her face, she had to cough as you watched her, mouth in a sour snarl.

”To say his father was an unemployed drunk when he was one of the best Aurors out there.” You paused, eyeing her up and down.

“Merlin was wise to not grant someone like you a spark of magic.” The stud of the cigarette now in your palm as it vanished. “God knows what a disaster that would’ve been.”

Harry shuffled down the stairs as you turned around with a bright smile on your face. You embraced his face in your hands and placed a quick peck to his forehead. He gave you a small smile and said, “I’ve got everything.” You nodded and grabbed his hand.

“You were never cut out to be parents, not even with your own.”

You brought a hand to the back of Harry’s head and petted him lovingly.

“He was always better off without you, I hope you know that.” Both of them didn’t speak as you gave Harry a tight smile and said, “Ready?” He nodded and without another word you apparated both of you away, back to Grimmauld Place, back to Sirius.

Your hand was in Sirius’ hair as he had his head in your lap, the book in your other hand hovered over his head. He hummed with his eyes closed as Harry darted into the living room. Your head whipped to the young boy and you closed the book to place it down. Sirius stirred and sat up, his hand snaked around your shoulders.

“Did you need something, Harry?” He nodded and sat down on the small stool in front of the both of you.

“I wanted to ask you about something.” You nodded, waiting for him to continue. Sirius hand found your upper arm to squeeze it lovingly, you looked at him and your heart felt so full. You leaned over to place a kiss on his lips.

“Right, I wanted to ask you about this picture.” He placed one of the many fotobooks on the tiny table and placed his finger on a picture.

Sirius and you were intertwined, limbs crossed and slung in a comfortable manner. The picture displayed you on top of a blonde individual, your fist raised and as fast punching down, sure to break the person's nose.

“Is that Lucius Malfoy?” You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. You simply nodded. Sirius barked a laugh and took the album from Harry’s hands, admiring the memory.

“Godric, she beat him up good.”

“Why?” Harry asked, a small smile on his lips. You sighed with a smile on your face.

“He talked shit about your mum, so I hit him.” Harry laughed, his chin rested on his hand as he listened to you explain. Sirius put the album down and heaved another laugh.

“Hit him? You knocked the lights out of him, like a fuckin’ bulldozer.” Harry shook his head as he eyed the photograph again. A satisfying warmth spread in his chest as he watched your fist connect with Malfoy's face over and over again.

“Well, Pettigrew didn’t waste a minute to snap a picture.” You complained, a hand in your hair. His minions had seen Peter with the camera and insisted on having Dumbledore check it. Because there was evidence, you were down for three weeks of detention.

“I’ve never been someone to just sit by when shitheads like Malfoy insult my friends.” Harry nodded and took the album back. He hesitated but asked anyway.

“I now know a lot about Sirius but not so much about you.” He paused and closed the album.

“Should I tell you about myself?” You asked with a small smile on your face.

Harry nodded and placed the album on the small table. “Please.” You nodded and slung one leg over the other, Sirius hand in yours.

”It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, Harry.” He shook his head. “I don’t care.” You nodded and watched Sirius light himself a cigarette.

“I was born into a fanatic pureblood family, just like Sirius. My parents were cruel, selfish pricks who didn’t care about anything else but their image. Had me dress up and displayed like a circus animal most of the time. I had a younger sister and a younger brother.

Ebony and Caspian were kids when our parents pressured them to be a part of the cause.” You air-quoted the last bit. Your chest tightened, the pain of losing both of your younger siblings still sat deep, it would until your last breath left your lungs.

“Ebony was naive, fast to find her place in the ranks of Voldemort's army.” You paused as you took the cigarette Sirius held out for you to take. Harry looked at you, eager to hear more.

“Caspian was wiser, he listened to me and became a member of the Order.” The smoke filled your lungs as you tried to push the tears down. “He was a great wizard and a lovely young boy. Sadly he was one of many people Pettigrew ratted out, he had no chance.” Harry leaned back in his chair and muttered a small “I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him before a huff left you. “Nothing to be sorry about, Harry. It’s sad, but that’s how it is.” Sirius thumb massaged your hand and you flashed him a small smile.

“I met Sirius before our first year, at a pureblood ball, actually. We didn’t like each other at first, the anger of our families stood between us. Around second year I got close to the Gryffindors, I hated nothing more than pretentious, arrogant pureblood pricks, so my house wasn’t really a place to make friends.” Harry chuckled and nodded along.

“All through third and fourth year we became great friends, all of us. At the end of fifth year, I had a bad fallout with my parents. I refused to get the dark mark and my father dueled with me. I had worked on my wandless magic since third year and I kind of felt this fight with my parents coming.

Working with McGonagall on wandless magic all those years saved my life, I believe. He didn’t spare me but neither did I. If I weren’t more focused on protecting my little brother, who was only thirteen or so, I would’ve killed him, maybe I should’ve.” You paused and wiped a stray tear. The smoke filled your lungs again and Sirius took a drag as well. His lips swiftly on yours for a quick peck.

“I escaped with my beaten brother in hands to the gates of Hogwarts. With the last bit of strength I sent my owl, Onyx, to alert Dumbledore. He made sure we were safe.” The stud of the cigarette found its way into the old ashtray and you took a breath.

“Ebony was lost to the dark, I knew that much, but Caspain was alright, that was all that mattered to me.”

“Caspian and I stayed with the Potters over the summer the next few years, I’ll alway be thankful to their kindness and generosity.” Harry nodded and rubbed his thumb on his chin with a questioning look on his face.

“So, Caspian died because of Peter Pettigrew’s betrayal.” You nodded, a pang of pain in your chest followed. “Your sister, Ebony, is she-”I sure hope she is, I killed her myself.”

The tears formed again, as you remembered how your baby sister layed on the dirty ground, clothes torn, lip bloody as she stared you down. “Eby.” You had whispered, your wand in your hand, hair in a tangled mess. Tears coated her cheeks as she choked up.

“I won’t apologize.” She had said, as fleeting light exposed her bleeding form. “I know.” You had whispered back, tears leaving your eyes as well.

She was dying.

Blood seeped from her mouth, her nose. “You do it, no one else.” The terror shook you, your damp clothes seemed to cage in like an iron claw. “Of course.” Your knees had connected with the damp ground as your hand found her cheek, a sob escaped your lips.

“I love you, Eby.” She nodded, her eyes roaming your face. Her lips tore into a smile as she sobbed a quiet “Love you too.” Blood splattered in your direction. “Avada Kedavra.” You had whispered and with a green flash she was dead.

“Excuse me.” You whispered, before you jumped to your feet and made your way out of the room. There were so many things you had buried, tried to forget. It was all in vain, you were damned to remember, to feel those emotions, to relive those events. You’re simply damned.

Your chest heaved with panic, your hands trembled, sweaty. “Love?” You whipped around to face Sirius, his face twisted into an empathic manner, his hands held out for you to take. Harry stood behind him, his eyes on the ground.

“Love, come here.” You took a big breath and embraced the man you loved, his hands wrapped tightly around you. You reached your hand out for Harry to take.

“Harry, love.” You called, his eyes found yours. With hesitant steps he made his way to you, his warm hand grasped yours.

“Don’t feel guilty, it’s just hard, is all.” You embraced him in your hug. There the three of you stood, tightly wrapped in a hug. You ruffled Harry’s hair and gave him a small smile.

“Though it’s in the past, it doesn’t always stay there. I wanted to tell you, so don’t feel bad.” He nodded and placed his hand in yours.

“The more I get to know you, Y/N. There more I see what a great woman you are. I’m glad to have you as my godmother.” You embraced the boy's face in your hands and placed a quick peck on his forehead. You wrapped your hands around Harry.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Oh, how touching. Nice to see the family coming along.” Remus closed the door behind himself. You broke apart and walked over to your dear friend.

“Rem, how good to see you.” You smiled before embracing the man in a hug. “Moony, old friend.” Sirius smiled and hugged him as well.

“Kreacher, go fetch a bottle.” Sirius threw at the mean old house elf. “No need.” Remus swatted his hand.

“I come bearing news.” He rested his hand on the chair next to him. “Quite urgent, it seems.” “Good or bad?” You threw in, eyebrows furrowed. He tilted his head and gave you a small smile.

“However you want to take it, dear Y/N.” He paused and you huffed in amusement.

“There might be a hint on Peter. Albus wants to see you, Y/N.”

The smile left your face in an instant. “And he sent you because?-”He thought you might like my face more than Kingsley’s.” You patted Remus’ shoulder.

“True that.”

“They’re coming with me, both of’em.” You stated. Sirius's eyes found yours.

“But Sirius is still-”I’m not the struggling witch fifteen years ago, Moony. If they want either of them, they’ve got to go through me, so, Peter is as much Harry’s problem as mine or Sirius’ and we all want revenge. I’ll take responsibility, does that make you feel better?”

Remus shook his head with a sigh before holding his hand out for you.

“Once a troublemaker, always a troublemaker, huh?”

You nodded and held your hand for Harry to take, Sirius hand found your arm as well and within a flash the four of you had aparated to the grounds of Hogwarts.

“The Marauders are back, huh?” You chuckled. Sirius slung his arm around your waist and chuckled. That grin, that beautiful grin of his. You were sure to do anything in your power to see it on him as a free man.

You were going to crush Peter Pettigrew, you were going to avenge your brother, Alice, Frank, Lily and James. You were going to protect your family, Harry.

“You scandalous beautiful Minx.” He chuckled.

“Get a room.” Remus complained.

“I actually know a room around here.” He smiled at Remus who threw him a dirty look, who remembered the many sleepless nights he had to endure during their school time.

“You’re a wanker, Padfoot.” Sirius clasped your hand in his and pushed Harry forward.

“The one and only.” As he followed Remus down the corridor. With Sirius and Harry beside you, you felt complete.

However broken and beaten you three were, you were family now.

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charmsandtealeaves · 2 months

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It’s the 23rd in Aotearoa already which means it’s the first day of @mppmaraudergirl’s alight with happiness, married Jily fest.

Please accept my humble @jilymicrofics offering.

Day One - The Big Moments:

James was still half asleep as he brushed his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. Back to back reconnaissance missions were taking their toll on his circadian rhythm. He was mid spit into the sink when Lily’s cry from the kitchen pierced the air.

“JAMES!”

He took off at a run, wand withdraw from his pocket and taking the stairs so many at a time he may as well be flying. Which he almost was as he descended just far enough and then soared over the banister, propelling himself with one arm.

Oh Merlin, he’d only left his wife a few minutes ago. Had he kissed her cheek as he got out of bed? Had he mumbled a sleepy I love you? He couldn’t remember. Had Voldemort found them, and was he too late?

Lily stood in the kitchen eyes wide and brimming with tears. James saw no sign of an assassin but still his heart was in his throat as toothpaste dribbled off his chin.

“Lily what-” She reached out desperately for him and he stepped toward her, offering his hand. “I’m right here love just tell me what’s wrong… oh.”

He felt it the second his hand connected with her belly. His heart rapidly returned to his chest once joy replaced his fear, and it gave a painful, longing squeeze. There was no questioning it. Their baby had started kicking, and it was suddenly so much more real.

“Well hello to you too,” he whispered to the bump.

As long as he lived he would never forget this first kick.

#charms library #mppmaraudergirl alight with happiness fest #jily #jily microfic #married! jily #james potter #lily evans potter #jple

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iiyoshi · 6 months

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Your Pain

Reply : Hello love! Thank you so much for being my first request <3 I love the idea of this and now is perfect timing because I'm having cramps of my own and I desperately need men to coo me to sleep (Yes I'm mentally very immature)

Summary : How the HP men first react to, and how they now react to, Reader on their period

Pairing(s) : Severus Snape x Reader, Lucius Malfoy x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings : Mentions of period blood?? Idk if that triggers people

Fandom : Harry Potter

A/N : I may have gone a bit biased with who gets the more detailed description.. I'm sorry i can't help it

Requested By : @serenity-noble

Read under the cut <3

Severus Snape

If you were Snape's lover :

Severus is inexperienced with things like this, so when he first learns about menstruation, the only thing he does is panick

There's more panicking

He tries his best to make you feel comfortable and gets you whatever you ask for

He, reluctantly, has to turn to Minerva for help when you're in too much pain and he's panicking not sure how to help

He gets you just a bit too much chocolate, trying his best to fulfill your cravings

As you're in bed and sudden cramps kick in, he'll immediately leave and get you water and anything else you need

After a while, he'll learn what to do during your period and will always have backup plans up his sleeve

He marks down when your period cycle is and before then, buys you all the essentials just in case

At night, he cuddles next to you and rubs circles on your back in order to soothe you from your pain.

"It hurts, Sev.."

"I know it does, my love. But you're doing amazing. Now go to sleep."

If you were Snape's student :

You get your first period and you're scared to death

There's blood coming out of you and it scares you

You hurry to your head of house, Professor Snape, late at night because he's probably the only one awake at the time

He's awake in his office as you explain to him how you've been cursed and you're now dying

He tries his best to calm you down and, quite reluctantly, explains what menstruation is

"It's normal, silly girl. It's just mother nature paying you a visit."

"She's trying to kill me?!"

"No, you dunderhead! It's just Aunt Flo."

"I have an Aunt?"

"That time of the month? Lady business? Girl fluid? Shark week? Riding the Cotton Pony?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake! You're on your period!"

Lucius Malfoy

Lucius would act like he doesn't care

Meanwhile he would kill anyone just to get you everything you need

He's hooked up with a lot of chicks before so he's very experienced

He knows what to get you and will get it for you asap

He tells you to stay in bed and shuts anyone and everyone away from your room

He tries his best to make time for you

At night, he pulls you close to him and covers you in kisses, trying to lull you to sleep

When you whine about your cramps he doesn't complain and reassures you you'll be alright

Throught the week he'd constantly skip work just to stay at home longer with you

"Go work, Lucius."

"I'm staying here."

"Your work is important."

"So are you."

Remus Lupin

Remus isn't as experienced with handling with situations like these, but he tries his best to help you

He's calm most of the time, listening to your needs and getting you what you desire

He'll always have your favourite snack prepared when it's almost that time of the month and he's never afraid to get you more

When your cramps start to kick in, he lays with you on the sofa and watches your favourite Muggle show with you while wrapped in a blanket

If you accidentally make a mess he shushes your apologies and spells it away, reassuring you it was an accident

He's the type of guy to give cuddles more because it's what soothes him when it's nearly the full moon

He, as annoying as you may find it, gives you a curfew and you must be in bed by 10pm

"Moony, it's still early.."

"I know, (Y/n). But you're losing a lot of blood and you need to rest to fill back up your energy."

"But-"

"No buts. Goodnight, little wolf. I'll be right here next to you."

Sirius Black

Sirius immediately knows when you're on your period, thanks to his sensitive sense of smell

He doesn't mind it at all and sticks around you endlessly

When you feel too weak to grab things, he gets them for you

He showers you in endless amounts of love and affection

When you have cravings, he somehow manages to get them for you asap

He'll stay up with you on the couch when he knows you're in too much pain to sleep

Being an animagus has its perks and Padfoot has his fairshare of moments

He knows how much you enjoy cuddling with his furry tail in bed so every night he turns into Padfoot and lays beside you

You stroke his fur slowly and just simply admire him, already soothing your cramps

You tend to rub him under his chin and he'd bark in response

"Goodnight, Sirius. I love you."

*bark*

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shanastoryteller · 1 year

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Happy V-Day!!

More Merlin please?

a continuation of 1 2 3

After several questions about the state of Camelot, and receiving confirmation that the castle's former potions master is still here, Ygraine glares at Uther and says, "It seems I'll have to clean up your mess. As usual," before turning on her heel and heading for the stairway.

She pauses, looking back, and says, "Son, come with me."

She doesn't know Arthur's name.

Before Merlin can feel too many ways about that, Arthur is stepping forward and Merlin finds himself following behind because that's what he always does and it's too late to not do it this time.

As soon as Arthur is close enough, Ygraine slips her arm through his as they descend the stairs. "I'm sorry, this must be such a shock to you."

He's silent for a moment, because what on earth is he supposed to say to that, but then Arthur replies, "For you too."

She waves a dismissive hand. "This isn't about me."

Merlin thinks it very much is, but he at least has enough sense not to say that.

Arthur still hasn't come up with a reply by the time they make it to Gaius's rooms. Merlin thinks about shouting out some sort of warning, but before he gets the chance, Ygrain kicks the door open and shouts, "GAIUS! WHERE ARE ALL THE WIZARDS?"

Gaius is standing right there, so no one needed to yell, and he blinks rapidly for several seconds and then says uncertainly, "Your majesty?"

"There are no wizards in Camelot," Arthur says.

Merlin cringes.

Ygraine scoffs. "This is Camelot. Our very land is magic. If there are no sorcerers, she will make them. Killing magic - what shit. He'd have been better off trying to kill sunshine."

"You majesty," Gaius repeats, a tone of respect and ardor Merlin has never heard him have when addressing the king. He goes into a low bow and starts to get on his knees.

"None of that, we don't have time for it," she says, impatiently yanking him upright. "I have to go back to my own time otherwise this land will have no prince, which means I need a sorcerer powerful enough to bend time. Where can I find one?"

Gaius says, "Ah," and then, "Let me consult my old contacts."

He's so screwed.

Ygraine rolls her eyes, easily reading that Gaius is trying to put her off, but says, "Alright, Gaius. That gives me some time to get to know my son."

"Arthur," Merlin says, unable to take it anymore. Everyone looks at him and he swallows before saying, "His name is Arthur."

Ygraine softens, reaching up to run her hand through Arthur's hair. He leans into the touch, he eyes briefly falling closed.

"Arthur," she repeats warmly.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #merlin

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if-found-return-to-sender · 7 months

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What a Suprise~ Bill Weasley

Waddling was all I could call the way I was walking.

But I couldn’t see my life being any other way.

An amazing man that loves me just the way I am.

An adopted son.

A loving family that’s there for me no matter what.

And a baby on the way.

But waddling was the least of my worries

There were worse symptoms of being almost nine months pregnant. Like constantly having to pee, having swollen ankles, barely getting any sleep at night, my mood changing at any and all moments, only eating things I crave, and my least favorite becoming nauseous at anything my nose deems disgusting.

But I had to remind myself that it would all be worth it.

To have that little bundle of joy in my arms will make it all worth it.

I had to make the days shorter by keeping me busy to make the final weeks of this pregnancy fly by. And that starts with me getting out of bed.

That was no easy task.

The amount of rolling around and grunting got the man lying next to me to stir awake. “Good morning love. Do you need any help?” Bill asked me.

I grumbled as I asked,” What does it look like hun?”

“It looks like my beautiful wife is trying to get out of bed when we both know your abs are no longer in working order,” he chuckles at me.

“Yeah yeah just help me get up so I can get ready before Teddy wakes up,” I grumble to him.

(Teddy a.k.a Edward Remus Lupin, the son of my late sister Tonks. He was put into my care after the second wizarding war when it was found that Nymph and Remus were gone. I’ve taken care of him ever since then. It's been three years.)

“Okay okay I’m coming,” he said back to me.

Bill pulls me out of our cozy bed and my feet hit the cold floor making me shiver. I stand in front of my husband giving him a kiss before I begin to walk towards the bathroom. I’m stopped before I take my second step by Bill’s hand gently holding my arm.

He carefully spins me around so as not to make me dizzy.

He then gets on his knees so he is level with your sizable bump. He then starts to talk to your bump,” Good morning little one. I just have a few rules for the day for you. One, don’t kick your mother in the ribs, Two, don’t come out early, and last but not least I love you so much, and can’t wait to see you any day now.” He ends the chat with a couple of kisses to my stomach tickling me in the process causing me to laugh. Which in return causes our baby to kick where the kisses were settled.

“Well if your done sweet talking the babe I am going to go and take a shower,” I say as I’m looking down at him.

All he does is look up at me with adoration something I’ve seen from him quite a lot these past weeks.

“What are you staring at?” I ask him.

“I am looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. Just trying to understand how I got so lucky to have someone like you,” he says in amazement.

“I’m still trying to understand what in Merlin’s name I had to do in order to have the most handsome, most loving, and definitely most daring husband to ever step foot on the world,” I respond with the same love and adoration.

He stands up again with a wide smile spread across his face.

He pulls me into a kiss.

He had to lean in order to reach my lips as there was an obstacle in his way.

“Now I’m going to shower,” I say back to him as I walk away.

“I will most likely be downstairs making breakfast when you are done,” he says back to me.

I walk into the bathroom turn on the shower and turn to look in the mirror just looking at myself hoping one day to see some of the same features in my little girl.

Yes, girl.

Bill hasn’t wanted to know so I haven’t told him, but I found out a long time ago.

Keeping the news a secret all to myself.

I walk into the shower as the hot water runs down my body washing away yesterday. I run my hands over my stomach to make sure I don’t miss a single inch of my body.

I go through my routine but still don’t want to get out of the hot water as it has raised my body temperature significantly since I’ve gotten in. The chill of the morning trying to sneak into the hot shower. Only getting out when the tips of my fingers start to wrinkle.

I dry off and put on the plush robe waiting on the back of the bathroom door. Hoping to keep the cool air at bay. Continuing to dry my hair as I wipe the condensation off the mirror in front of me.

While looking at myself I take a moment to take it all in before the day finally begins.

I brush out my hair and move to the closet to get dressed. Picking one of Bill’s sweaters and my trusted leggings. The only thing that still fits.

Just as I finished the exercise of putting my socks on I heard the little groans coming from the room down the hall.

I smile to myself as I make my way to the babbling toddler.

“Good morning Mr. Teddy,” I say to him. I’m only greeted with a barely toothy grin.

The boy in front of me has the face of his father but the eyes and hair of his mother. Finding out that he is a metamorphmagus like his mother was a shock and a relief. I was washing dishes when I heard Teddy sneeze and then heard continuous quacking. I walked into the living room to see him with a duck beak on the front of his face. Quickly calling my mother was the only thing I thought to do. She was over in a heartbeat to teach me how to change him back to his perfect self.

I chuckle at the memory as I make my way over to the blue-haired boy. He smiles at me jumping with excitement at seeing me coming to get him.

“Do you want to get dressed or have breakfast?” I ask picking him up.

He points to the small closet behind us as his answer.

“Alright let’s get you dressed,” I say.

Changing him has always been an easy task for me.

As long as he’s holding my wand. It hasn’t caused any accidents yet, but I know one day it probably will.

I put him down on the floor and told him to get breakfast. He then takes off down the hall the sound of his little feet hitting the floor echoes through the quiet house.

I smile as I follow him down the hall.

When he gets to the stairs he waits for me to catch up with him.

I tell him,” It’s okay you know how to do it.”

He then turns around and begins to slowly descend the stairs. He looks up at me every so often to make sure I’m still following. When he makes it to the bottom of the stairs he slowly stands and turns around taking off toward the kitchen. The smell of breakfast floats to my nose.

I waddle my way to the kitchen doorway in time to hear their conversation.

“Good morning my son. How did you sleep my little tyke?” he says to him.

Teddy babbles for a bit before he says,” Good dada.”

Hearing Teddy say that to him feels wrong but earned. We will tell him of his parents and just how heroic they were. When he can understand why we kept it a secret, but for now we will play the part.

“Oh really and you look so handsome and cozy in your sweater. Did you pick it out or did Mommy?” he says to the boy.

“Me,” he says proudly.

Which is true although I picked out two for him to choose from.

“Well, you definitely made a good choice. Nana Weasley will be overjoyed when she learns you’ve taken a liking to her sweaters,” Will says to Teddy as he tickles his little stomach making Teddy let out a loud giggle.

“See Nana,” Teddy says excitedly.

“We’ll see Nana next weekend okay,” Bill responds.

“Okay,” Teddy says back with a smile on his little face.

I stand in the doorway to the kitchen watching the scene playing out in front of me.

Bill is trying to make pancakes while still holding Teddy in his arms. I take this as my cue to step in and help him with making breakfast. I pour myself a cup of coffee to make my presence known to the man on the other side of the kitchen. I hear music begin to play throughout the cozy room. I turn to see the two of them begin to dance to the music around them.

I giggle at the two of them and move to take over making breakfast for my husband.

I finished making everything and brought it to the little table perfect for my little family. As I finish bringing the last of the food to the table Bill and Teddy dance their way over to me squishing me in between the two of them in slobbery kisses on each cheek.

“Oh thank you my loves,” I laugh to them as they sit down.

Teddy gets out,“ Welcome mama.” I start to put food onto a plate for Teddy so I can cut it up for him. The music still softly going in the background of our meal.

The rest of breakfast is spent talking to Bill about the current case he’s working on, and Teddy occasionally chiming in to tell us his opinions.

After breakfast, I’m at the sink washing the dishes from the morning while humming to the music in the house. Teddy is in the living room playing with his toys. And as I’m cleaning one of the last dishes I feel two arms snake around my waist or what was left of it from behind.

“You look so beautiful today,” he whispers in my ear swaying us slowly.

“Well, you take some of the credit. This is your sweater after all,” I say back to him as I sway with him.

“I can’t take any credit you’re beautiful wearing anything. Especially when wearing nothing,” he responds while biting my ear lobe ever so lightly.

“Thank you my love, but not gonna happen,” I sass at him.

“Okay if not that then could I have this dance with you, my lady?” he asks holding out his hand to me.

I nod my head yes, and take his hand. He pulls me in close to him and we begin to dance. I listen closely and begin to hear the song that’s playing. Our song. As I begin listening the song gets louder as we begin dancing our way through the main level of our home. It makes me remember our wedding. The songs, the dancing, the food, and him, my husband. One of the best days of my life as I’m sure there are more to come especially with our little one on the way.

We finally make it to the living room where Teddy begins to stand to his feet holding his arms out and asking to be held.

I instantly pick him up and we squish him in between us as we continue our dance around the toys in the living room. We begin to sing to the little boy in our arms. Causing him to giggle as he listens to us sing funnily at him.

The song begins to wind down and Bill spins and dips me one last time as the last note holds.

When I come back up I feel it.

The rush of water gushing down my leg.

I look up at Bill with shock all over my face. He’s still laughing with Teddy until he looks at me. His smile was replaced with worry as he instantly started to look me over. His eyes finally looked to the ground to see the puddle around us.

I can see the shock finally register on his face.

All I can do is smile with excitement. We knew it could happen any day and apparently, today was the day.

I took Teddy from Bill’s arms as he raced up the stairs to get our hospital bags.

I looked at Teddy with a smile on my face trying not to worry or freak out the young boy. Bill appears a couple of seconds later with two trunks in his arms.

It’s my turn to look at my husband with love and admiration. My smile is reciprocated by the ginger in front of me. I don’t know what the rest of the day has in store but I’m ready to do it with this man at my side.

I waddle over to Bill and he meets me halfway linking my arm with his we aparate to the burrow to drop off Teddy with Molly and Arthur.

When Molly sees us on the front steps she instantly knows why we're here. She’s already fussing over me before she opens the door.

She takes the excited toddler from my arms and tells us to go the instant Teddy is resting on her hip. As we turn to walk away to aparate to St.Mungos Molly grabs my arm and whispers,” Oh, and good luck my dear. Bring home my second grandbaby.”

I give her a nervous smile as I walk to Bill and we are off.

We arrive at the hospital and my first contraction hits my body.

The second one is not far behind it.

I am put in a wheelchair and bring me to a private room.

I look around at the room and take in the fact that this is where my little girl is going to be brought into the world. A day that feels weird now that it is here.

I'm put in bed and nurses start to fuss over me and my baby making sure that everything is going smoothly. As one of the nurses goes to check me a surge of pain goes through my body as another contraction hits me.

The nurse apologies as she’s done checking me telling me that I’m progressing fast and that I’m at 5 centimeters already.

5 more to go I tell myself.

5 more and I get to see my beautiful girl.

Time passed and it felt like an eternity.

But finally, I was ready to push.

I pushed for three hours.

I was exhausted, sad, happy, a whole bunch of emotions. I was about to give up when I heard it. Her cry.

A cry I’ve waited eight and a half months for.

I look over at my husband who’s been letting me squeeze his hand for the last three hours. I see him looking at the baby that is being laid on my chest with that same love and admiration he shows me every day.

She’s already stolen his heart and she’s barely a minute old.

“It’s a girl, my love,” I whisper to him as he puts his face next to mine to get a closer look at the babe.

“A great surprise indeed,” he says with tears all over his face.

After she was cleaned and bundled up snugly she was placed into my arms by the nurse who said,” I’ll give you guys some time to yourself.”

“Thank you,” I smiled towards the nurse.

Now we were alone with our baby.

Our second baby.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world,” Bill says.

“Are you talking to me or her?” I quip.

“I’m talking to both of you. She looks so much like you already,” he ogles.

“Except for the full head of red hair and that nose. She definitely got those from you. We will have to wait and see what her eye color is, but my money is on blue,” I say to him.

“What are we going to name her my love?” He asks me.

“I think we’ll name her Agnes Nymphdora Weasley. What do you think about that little one?” I ask her.

All I get in return is a smile. Her first smile.

“You, Agnes, will do great and wonderful things and I know that because you will have me and your dad, and your brother at your side at all times. And you don’t even know it yet but you have six uncles and four aunts who love you. And your Nana and Papa Weasley, and your Granny Tonks. And so many more, and guess what they all love you so much. But I will say that your Dad definitely loves you the most I can see it in his eyes. You already have him wrapped around your tiny finger,” she smiles as I say that,” And of course, you know it too you little cheeky thing. You get that from your uncles Fred and George,” I continue to go on and on about your beautifully broken family until I’m fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning to hear Bill talking to someone.

I open my eyes and see Molly and Arthur.

“Where are the kids?” my groggy voice mixed with sleep and worry asks.

“We were waiting until you woke up for them to meet,” Molly says to me,” don’t worry he’s at the house with the rest of the family who are excited and ready to congratulate you.”

“I think I’ll need a day or two before that happens,” I say with a sigh.

“That is just fine my dear. We will be celebrating at the burrow whenever you’re ready to come by,” she says as she kisses me on the cheek,” in the meantime, I’ll go get the little man of the hour.” She then walks out the door with Arthur following close behind.

I then realize that Bill is holding our baby wrapped in multiple blankets. No doubt the work of Molly while I was asleep. I smile as I see him rocking her back and forth while humming our song to her.

I could feel my heart beaming with pride.

Then there is a knock on the door.

“Just a minute,” I say.

Bill and I both know exactly who is behind that door.

He walks over to me and carefully hands me baby Agnes. I get her situated in my arms, and Bill caresses my face in admiration as I do so. He takes the chair he’s been using next to the bed.

“Come in,” I say to the door not too loudly in case I might wake the sleeping baby.

The door slowly opens to reveal Teddy in the arms of Molly as she walks into the room. Arthur follows slowly behind them with Teddy’s security blanket.

“Hi buddy,” I say to him in a soft but excited voice.

All he does is wave to me as he pushes against Molly to be let down. She lets him down so he can come over on his own terms. Before he walks towards us he reaches and grabs his blanket from Arthur.

He then begins to walk around the bed to stand next to the chair Bill is sitting in.

“You want to come up,” Bill says as he reaches out his arms to Teddy.

Teddy nods his little head.

Bill puts him in his lap.

“Hi baby,” I say to him.

“Hi, Mommy,” he says back to me.

“Do you know who this is?” Bill asks him.

“Mommy,” Teddy says.

“That’s right, but who is Mommy holding,” he asks again.

He looks at me taking in everything before him. The bed with the white sheets, me with my hospital gown on, and finally I see his little eyes land on the bundle of blankets in my arms. He then stands up in Bill’s lap trying to get a better look at her.

“Baby!” he says with a lot of excitement. The smile on his face is genuine and infectious.

I became so happy that I felt tears of happiness build behind my eyes.

“Yes that’s right, baby, this is your baby sister,” I say to him.

“Hold, please,” Teddy says to me as he begins to climb out of Bill’s lap and onto the hospital bed. I instantly began moving to make room in my lap for the boy by holding the baby in one arm while he slid his way into my lap.

“Okay, hunny curl your arm to support her head, and then wrap your arm around her… there you go buddy good job,” I instruct my son.

Agnes doesn’t stir one bit as Teddy holds her.

It’s like she knows who he is already.

“What do you think Teddy?” Bill asks.

“Pretty,” he says as he begins to slowly touch her head. I take off her hat so that he can see her full head of red hair, and he begins to stroke it back and forth.

“You’re doing such a good job baby. Being so gentle with her,” I say with a smile across my face.

I look up after hearing the silent sobbing from across the room.

Molly is in tears while Arthur tries to console her.

“Would you like to know what her name is?” I ask the grandparents in front of me.

Molly nods her head slowly while wiping her nose with a handkerchief. Arthur waiting to catch his wife if need be at what’s about to happen.

“Well, we decided to name her Agnes Nymphadora Weasley,” I say proudly to them.

I see the quiet sob leave Molly’s mouth at the name of our first baby girl.

Arthur says to us,” That’s a mighty fine name for your little girl. I’m so proud of both of you. More you than him Y/n.”

“Thank you Arthur that means the world,” I say in thanks.

~ The next day is spent relearning all the steps of having a newborn. The diapers. The feedings. The sleep cycle.

We leave for home after three days in the hospital.

We open our front door to see Molly busying herself with cleaning. While Arthur is in the living room reading out loud to Teddy.

“What’s all this?” I ask as I enter the house.

“Well, we’re here to help you of course,” Molly says matter of factly.

“Thank you,” I say to her.

As I continue to enter the house I begin to hear little feet padding towards us. I then see him come around the corner running straight towards us. I drop to my knees to greet him with the biggest hug possible.

“Hi, buddy. Did you have fun with Nana and Papa?” I ask him.

He nods his head as a response wanting to be held by me. So I picked him up.

“What do you… “ I don’t even get to finish my sentence as a big yawn comes from the small boy. “You wanna take a nap buddy,” I ask him.

“With you please,” he answers.

“Of course buddy. We’ll go upstairs and take a nap together you and me,” I respond.

“And Daddy, and baby,” he pleas.

“Okay, buddy we will go and take a family nap how about that,” I say to him.

He nods his head with sleepy excitement.

“Well, you heard the man. Up you get,” I say to my husband with a tired smile.

He begins to climb the stairs with the sleeping baby girl in his arms. I turn to look at Molly but she’s already shooing me up the stairs to follow my husband. “Okay, Okay I’m going,” I say to her,” thank you again Molly for all you’ve done.”

“No need to thank me, love. I had the help when I had mine thank Merlin. So I’m repaying the favor one grandbaby at a time,” she says back to me.

I smile one last time at her before I walk up the stairs to the bedroom I shared with my husband and for a while our baby Agnes.

I walk into the room to see that Bill is almost asleep, and Agnes is down for the count. I keep Teddy at my side as I slide into the plush bed. As I go to move him I see he’s fast asleep on my shoulder. I lean back onto the headboard and slide down onto my back with Teddy on top of me. I turn my head so I can cuddle into the side of my beautiful husband.

“Thank you,” he says to me out of nowhere.

“What are you thanking me for?” I ask with confusion.

“For giving me this. The life I’ve always wanted. My beautiful children taking a nap with me and my beautiful wife. All I can say to you is Thank you for bringing this life into the world,” he says while pointing at Agnes,” And for bringing him into my life,” he says while pointing at Teddy,” And thank you for choosing me to be the one you spend the rest of the life with,” he finishes with tears in his eyes.

I lean to him and give him the most deeply loving kiss I can.

“I will always choose you, William Weasley,” I say while looking into his eyes,” I will choose you in this life and every lifetime after that. I mean it.”

“And I will choose you in every lifetime as well my love,” he says back to me.

“Now I’m taking a nap and relishing in the quiet before the storm,” I say to him as I close my eyes.

He pecks my cheek and nose one last time before he pulls me into his side to hold me while we all sleep together in the true mark before the rest of our lives.

#harry potter imagine #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #molly weasley #weasley family #hp fandom #hp fanfcition #hogwarts #arthur weasley #the weasleys

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hp-hcs · 6 months

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I saw your post about being on a big Theodore kick and HONESTLY SAME. Gimme anything Theo and I’ll read it, a Theodore Nott x male reader would honestly be incredible because there’s SO LITTLE OUT THERE (my little gay heart is broken) the plot can be anything you want I just want a happy ending please ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FACTS CAN WE P L E A S E STOP WITH ALL ‘X READER’S INHERENTLY BEING FEM-SPECIFIC????

Splinched (Chapter One) — death eater! theodore nott x splinched! male! muggleborn! reader

TWs: graphic descriptions of a wound, blood, injury, and the like; also theo’s just kinda a dick ngl

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Sshhhh “…nother skirmish has broken out in D…”zzzzzz “…lley, leading to the fire that has com…” ssshhhh “…tely consumed Flourish & Blotts. It is with great sadne…” bzzzz “…nd regret that the Wizarding Wireless Ne…” sshhzzz “…ork News must inform our listeners of the murders o…” pssshzh “…Creevy and Florean Fortes…” ssshhhh “…ue. Additionally, the foll…” zzzzzzsssshh “…en abducted: L…” pssshhhzbbbbzzzz “…Alice…” zzzzzzzhhh “…Y/N L/N…”

Theodore smacks the radio once more and it goes quiet. You flinch back at the sudden aggression.

He mistakes the flinch for movement, whirling around and pointing his wand at your throat.

“Don’t. Move.”

You freeze, eyes wide, and nod rapidly.

Theodore grunts, turning back to his original task of stoking the campfire that existed as the only thing lighting the dark area. The heavily wooded space Theodore had chosen as a stopping spot for the night creeped you out. Branches constantly cracked nearby, leaves rustled with creatures passing through, and the trees rose up so high, the moon and stars were completely blocked out.

Shivering, you drew your meager cloak tighter around yourself, biting your lip in pain as you brush against your wound. You squeeze your nails into your palm to keep from crying out. The waves of pain seem never ending, the wound sending sharp stabs of agony up your ribs and across your entire torso.

“Fucking Salazar, are you really crying?” Theodore’s voice dripped with disgust. “You’re pathetic.”

“Strong words coming from a magical Nazi,” you bite out through the pain, scoffing bitterly. “Just kill me an’ get it over with, for both of our sakes.”

His face contorts into a vicious scowl and his grip tightens around his wand again. He stares at you with those terrifyingly dead eyes before moving closer to where you sit on the ground by the fire.

“You’re injured.”

“What?”

“Merlin, are you fucking stupid?” He spits. “You’re. Injured.”

“Thanks, Sherlock, I wasn’t fucking aware.”

He switches his wand to his other hand and moves even closer, tugging at the edge of your cloak. Your fingers, trembling with the pain and exhaustion you feel, let go of the fabric with no resistance.

“Lumos.”

You can hear Theodore draw in a sharp breath as he holds his wand closer to your torso. His other hand comes up and traces the edge of it with surprisingly gentle fingers.

You wince at the sudden flare of pain.

“Does that hurt?” He glances up at you. You could’ve sworn that for a second, something flashed through those dead eyes—pity, maybe, or sympathy, even?

“No, I actually always flinch whenever something doesn’t hurt.”

“No need to be a smartass,” he sneers, any traces of pity completely gone. “You got splinched.”

You grimace. “Fuck.”

“Indeed,” he drawls, tugging at your cloak. “Take this off.”

You mock-gasp. “Mr. Nott, I barely know you!”

“Merlin help me- I swear to Salazar, L/N…”

You roll your eyes and unfasten your cloak, letting it drop to the ground around you. You shiver in the late evening chill, goosebumps rising on your arms.

Theodore leans in closer, illuminating your wound with his wand. He cringes, his fingers once again returning to trace over the edges, trying to determine how large the injury is.

You gasp in pain, digging your nails into your palms again. Theodore glanced up at you, then back down at your torso.

“Think you could stand?”

You hesitate.

He nods, mostly to himself, and gets to his feet, slinging your arm around his shoulder and half-walking you, half-carrying you into the shoddy tent he’d been able to conjure. (“Believe it or not, L/N, I’ve never seen a muggle tent before. Stop laughing.”)

He helps you lay down on one of the blankets, you wincing with every little movement. He closes and wards the tent with a few simple spells, crawling over and kneeling by your side.

“Take off your shirt,” he grunts as he digs through his bag.

You comply, shaking fingers fumbling with the buttons. Theodore is caught off guard when he doesn’t hear any snappy comeback from you and glances over curiously.

Your shirt’s only about halfway unbuttoned, your fingers too slick with your own blood to unfasten the slippery buttons.

He huffs, smacking your hands away and unbuttoning your shirt himself.

He draws in another sharp breath at the sight. “Uh- this…is beyond my knowledge.”

Your breaths are shallow and your eyes closed. You nod after a second too long, blood rushing in your ears.

“‘ve you got thread an’ a needle?” You ask quietly after a moment.

“No. That’s barbaric. Fucking Merlin-” he huffs, grabbing his wand and trying a few simple healing spells that really don’t do much against a wound of your size.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. O-”

“If you say okay one more time, I’m going to punch you.”

It doesn’t seem like Theodore heard you. “We can’t Apparate, we don’t have a portkey, and you’re too injured to fly or walk. Fuck.”

“Aww, guess you’re gonna have to spend even more time with little ol’ me then, huh?”

“If you weren’t actively bleeding out, I’d crucio your ass so fast,” he threatens through gritted teeth.

“Kinky.”

Theo just sighs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t move. I’m gonna try to fix this, alright?”

“Yeah, cause you’ve been great at that so far.”

He doesn’t answer, instead slowly chanting a spell you’re completely unfamiliar with. You’ve never heard it before, but you can tell that every word that comes out of his mouth is absolutely dripping in Dark magic.

Gasping sharply, fresh, torturous pain claws at your torso, sinking its nails into your flesh and dragging the jagged edges back together. You can feel your bones being jarringly shoved back into place, your skin knitting itself back together twisted and wrong.

You bite your lip to keep from making a sound, your teeth drawing blood as you squeeze your eyes shut. Eventually, you can take no more and cry out in agony, weakly swatting at his hand for him to stop.

His wand falls from his hand with a clatter. He fumbles for what to do, settling on just gripping your hand and shushing you, as if you were a child.

Your chest spasms with the effort of taking a breath, and you grasp his hand back as tight as you can.

“Shit. Okay. Okay- uh, that’s- that’s enough, for now. We can pick this back up tomorrow,” Theo’s voice rises in pitch and his anxiety becomes palpable.

Your fingers tremble against the back of his hand, tears pricking at your eyes as you gasp in a breath. “H-hurts.”

“Shh, I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he whispers, keeping his grasp on your hand steady and smoothing down your hair with his free hand.

Theodore bit his lip nervously. The spell wasn’t finished; your ribs still looked like a jumbled up mess underneath stretched-taut skin. Your entire torso was a mess of contractured scars that left your skin looking wrinkled and messed up, like someone had pulled a running stitch through a piece of fabric too tightly.

You, one of the most bitingly acerbic, tough-as-nails guys he’d ever met, had been reduced to a whimpering, crying mess under Theo’s spell. You still held his hand, but had turned your head to press your face against his knee, mumbling incoherently under your breath.

Theodore could feel the Dark magic of his spell fizzing and crackling off of you. He bit his lip again, deliberating, before gently moving your face back from his knee so that he could lie down next to you.

You blindly reach for him, his hand on your shoulder gently guiding you to bury your face into his chest. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.

Theo squeezed his eyes shut with every muffled whimper and cry that came from your lips, mentally berating himself for the odd flutter of his heart he feels when you cling to him.

Stop it, Theodore. Now is not the time.

Well…why isn’t it?

He’s alone, in a very small tent, with a cute guy who is utterly reliant on Theo for survival.

Really, what’s so bad about making the best of the current situation?

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Chapter Two

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott

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crazyk-imagine · 2 months

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Blast to the Past

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe x Wife!reader

Characters: Wife!reader. Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Robert "Bob" Floyd

Briefly mentioned: Carol Bradshaw, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of the 86' squad, reader is still involved with Top Gun, mav and reader are besties, everyone still talks to one another, wolfman is a simp for his wife, wolfman and reader are lowkey hella cute, bradley remembering reader hanging out when he was a kid, reader teasing mav, reader thinking of hangman as mini mav, Bob being the reader's fav, Wolfman loves gossiping with his wife, this is lowkey gives off kicking your feet vibes

Word Count: 1,070

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The text from Beau was not the one you were expecting.

Admiral Jackass

"You've been called back." Sent Read 1:02pm

Admiral Jackass typing…

You're one stop away from making dreams happen again, you shiver with anticipation and take a deep breath, thinking back to your favorite group of students when they were younger.

At that point, it was within the early years of your teaching career.

After the class of 86' you didn't teach as often but when there was an important mission or the admiral's needed someone they knew could get the lieutenants properly trained, they called you.

You take a deep breath, walking down the hallway, realizing you've missed the feeling you (still) get walking down the halls towards your next group of lieutenants.

You walk down the pathway in between the desks much like you did when you taught his class.

Another reason for the text, he's late and Beau wants them to learn now.

You turn and eye each of the lieutenants, seeing who's confident and who's not. Something else you were known for, identifying the weak and making them stronger if they're up for it.

It was how you got him back when he lost his family.

They don't call you "Sly Fox" the Modifier for nothing (you wish your husband didn't get that started, it's stuck and you can't get rid of it).

The corner of your lips twitch, remembering more of your infamous class of 86' only because of the overly confident blond sitting in one of the first few seats.

You lean against the podium, clasping your hands together. "Who thinks they have what it takes for this mission?"

They start turning, glancing at one another.

"Do you?" You turn your attention onto the infamous Hangman.

He smirks, messing with his toothpick. "I don't think, I know I do."

"Cockiness gets you and your crew into some seedy situations."

"It get me out of them."

The door opens and your favorite captain enters.

You straighten your posture and turn back to him. "These people are you crew, you need to have their backs, or no one will have yours and you'll be alone."

He walks down the path you and uses the confidence you told him to.

The one you've claimed as "Mini Mav" turns, flipping his toothpick before sinking into his seat, followed by two others.

"It seems it's my time to leave." You throw a wink in Pete's direction before walking towards the opening.

You didn't see the way Bradley's eyes widened at the way you interact with him.

He has a vague memory of you hanging out with his family once or twice and calling his mom after losing his dad.

"Don't have too much fun, Mav." You pat his shoulder, "you've got a live one."

He furrows his brows.

You glance back at the class once more before deciding to take your leave. "Good to see you again, Bob."

He smiles and waves back at you.

Natasha turns to him with furrowed brows. "How do you know her?"

He shrugs, "she taught my first class a while back."

"She remembers your name?"

"And," he shrugs.

"You were so her favorite."

You make your way to the opening of the hanger and sigh, "I told you guys to- no, no."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and groan.

One of the technicians runs back into the hanger tripping over his feet.

You pull up beside him on one of the carts. "I told you not to run. I wasn't upset."

"I beg to differ ma'am."

You grab them by their collar. "I'm going to show you a thing or two. I was trying to help you."

You drive back out without looking back, already knowing that Beau is shaking his head while Pete and the class are trying not to laugh.

"Do you get it now?"

He nods. "That wasn't as complicated as I thought."

"Good, now do it again to this row." You can see the excitement fall from his face and can't help but chuckle.

"No, kid. She's just messing with you." You husband wraps an arm around your waist, pecking your cheek as he places his hat on your head. "Hey, sweetheart."

You smile and lean in for a kiss, having missed him with the grandkids out at school and spending more time with their friends since they're starting to get more freedom from their parents now that they've proven themselves responsible.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever."

He smiles, "feels like it's been forever."

"It has. What brought you out here?"

"A little birdie told me you might be maiming one of the techs."

You scoff, "as if."

You both turn to the technician and finding him staring at the two of you in awe. "Holy- Wolfman and Sly Fox are married?"

"Where have you been?" Leonard asks.

"Under a rock apparently."

You snort, covering your mouth. "Alright, we'll talk more later. Get to work before Cyclone comes for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

You two start walking away and head towards the hanger.

You glance at him through your lashes, grateful he put his hat on your head. "You're not gonna believe who's teaching and in his class."

He groans. "Don't tell me, Mav's here."

You nod. "Along with baby Goose."

"Nick's kid is here?"

You nod, pulling him behind you.

You both turn the corner, searching over the hanger for the one person you want him to see.

Pete turns to you and pauses, raising a brow.

You sheepishly smile and pull your husband away from the hanger.

"He looks just like him, don't you think?"

"Mustache and all. Damn."

"What?" You stare at him, watching him get dressed.

"Goose would have loved this."

The corner of your lips tugs upwards. "I know." A wishful sigh slips past your lips. "You'll never guess what I discovered in their class."

"What?" He asks with amusement.

"Don't be a smartass."

"Hey, you married me in spite of it."

"Yes, yes. Whatever. Mav has a mini Maverick."

"Mav produced?"

You scoff, "no but there's a kid just like him."

"That's less fun than him teaching his own kid."

"He's got baby Goose for that."

"True." He closes the locker, "you ready?"

You all but run into his arms, letting his arm rest over your shoulders. "Take me home, honey."

"As long as you'll have me."

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achillesuwu · 1 year

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I think that it would be really funny if in a Post-S5 AU where nobody dies Merlin didn’t actually ‘confess’ anything but he is in a ‘I don’t really give a fuck anymore’ mindset and the knights (read Gwaine) just proposed to play a game.

What kind of game is it ?

Everyone must tell 10 things and the others must say how many lies and truths there are. The one who got the closest number get one point and of course says Gwaine to keep the spark. We aren’t allowed to reveal at the end what specifically were truths or lies.

Merlin is the last one to say his truths and lies and he says things like ‘I have one child’, ‘My late girlfriend is now the Guardian of Avalon’, ‘I don’t have magic’, ‘I could kick all of your asses without breaking a sweat’, … in the middle Arthur says something like ‘Seriously Merlin, I know you are the last one but it’s way too easy. You can’t lie for the life of you.’

It would be extra funny is at the end Lancelot (who currently has 0 point) says ‘Merlin told 9 truths and one lie’ and everyone is like ‘lmao no he didn’t’ (especially Arthur who said that Merlin told them 9 lies and one truths). Merlin slowly stand up and says ‘Lancelot won’ then they basically run while the others scream ‘YOU HAVE A CHILD’, ‘YOUR LATE GIRLFRIEND IS WhO’, ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE MAGIC I SAW YOU’, ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SAW HIM’ ‘MY SISTER KISSED YOU !?’ ‘SHUT UP ALL OF YOU, MERLIN, COME BACK HERE YOU YOU WERE STUNG BY A WHAT’

#merthur #merlin #merlin crack #merlin bbc #gwen merlin #lancelot du lac #sir elyan #sir gwaine #sir lancelot #sir percival #sir leon #arthur pendragon #my shit

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mrsbrookemunson · 10 months

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*~Insecure~* | S.S. x Gryffindor!MC

I wrote this in my journal about a month ago, and I thought it was time to share it - I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: *Not proofread* Angst with a fluffy ending, insecurities (on Sebastian’s side), ‘MC’ insert, fem!reader (she/her pronouns, referenced as girl), Gryffindor!MC (it’s for the plot), Leander slander (I’m sorry), mentions of food/not eating (hint at an ED, but can be taken a lot of other ways too), Imelda Reyes, Ominis x Anne, Ranrok doesn’t really exist as well as Rookwood, Professor Fig is alive, Anne is not cursed, Soloman is still alive - it’s a good little alternative universe.

Word Count: 4674

Sebastian stared at his reflection in the full length mirror in his dorm with a rather large frown. It was now finally the weekend, and he had made plans with MC for a Hogsmeade trip. But, at this point he nearly had forgotten as the time was irrelevant, not knowing how much has went by.

He couldn’t stop. Analyzing every one of his features. The way his nose was a little too flared, the way his cheek were slightly too chubby, and Merlin his freckles - his freckles were just... everywhere. And suddenly he thought - how can she look at me? Did she think all of these things when she stared at her for a moment too long for his liking?

He always squirmed under her gaze.

“Sebastian,” Ominis called out.

“Yes?” he sighed.

“What are you doing? MC’s been waiting outside like a sad puppy waiting for you.”

Two responses ran through his mind that would inevitably lead to different outcomes, he opted for the rather unfortunate one. “Tell her ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well’.”

“Not feeling well? But, last night you wouldn’t stop blabbering about how excited you were for this trip.”

“Must’ve come in the night - a bug, no doubt.”

Ominis seemed to look rather disappointment in Sebastian. “Alright then... I’ll see to it.” With that, he leaves.

When MC heard the news, her shoulders caved in a little, her body a slump as she sulked. “Oh...” she paused. “Did he say what he thinks it is?”

“A bug - I’m sure he’ll feel better late after some rest.” His words seemed rather forced as if he weren’t sure he believed them himself.

“Should I go check on him?”

Ominis shook his head. “Nest to leave it be. I’ll escort you.”

“And be you and Anne’s third wheel? I’m sorry, but I’ll have to pass.”

He scoffed, “Oh c’mon - we aren’t near the level you and Sebastian are on, and I have to deal with the two of you everyday.”

She sighed, “Fine.”

“I’ll go grab Anne.”

MC kicked at the ground in defeat.

“Ditched now, are we?”

She grimaced, looking up at the owner of the voice. Leander. “Oh, no - Sebastian is feeling under the weather.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me.”

MC bit her tongue - she cannot talk back to someone from her own house. She cannot. But, oh... did she want to.

“If I were dating you - I’d never dare to be away from you - even for a second. It makes it easier - us being in the same house, doesn’t it?” He dryly chuckled. “I mean a Gryffindor and a Slytherin?”

“I don’t believe in house compatibility, nor stereotypes, nor house supremacy.”

“Still, it doesn’t make sense. And you just had to pick the worst of them.”

MC was now fuming. “The worst?!” she scoffed. “I’m sorry, but for someone who as you’ve said before, thinks highly of me - you sure don’t trust my judgment.”

“I’m just thinking about what’s best for you, that’s all.”

“What’s best for me?! And let me guess, you think you’re what’s best for me?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well, you’re wrong. And it’s not your choice. And for the record...” She groans in frustration. “Sebastian is more than a Slytherin, he’s a person, a good person, who’s respectful, and generous, and loyal - Ha! He’s a better excuse of a Gryffindor than you’ll ever be!” She straightens her corset. “Now, if you don’t mind - not that I’d care if you did - I’ll be on my way.” She turns around. Her body froze when in front of her stood Anne, Ominis... and Sebastian. All with equally shocked expressions.

Her eyes widened. “Sebastian!” She awkwardly played with her hair. “Ominis told me you’ve fallen ill.”

He stared at her for a moment before clearing his throat. “Yes - well - right - I’m feeling a little better now.” He attempted a casual smile.

“Oh! Are you - are you sure?” She walked up to him, concern written all over her. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. She frowned. “You don’t feel warm.” She cupped his face, and analyzed his eyes and features for any sign of sickness. “And you don’t look pale.”

That little voice in his head was going off the longer she took him in.

“Yes, well...” He removed her hands, and held them in his own. “Like I said - I’m feeling better.”

Her gaze held suspicion. “Very well, shall we be off.”

He nodded and linked arms. The couple fell beside Anne and Ominis as they began to walk to Hogsmeade.

“Why can’t we use floo powder?” Ominis asked.

Anne nudged his stomach with her elbow before looking toward MC with wide smile. “Can I just say what you did back there was brilliant!” Anne started. “Putting Leander in his place.”

MC glanced at Sebastian. “I only said the truth.”

Sebastian’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

When they got to Hogsmeade, Sebastian turned to Brooke.

“Where to first?”

MC gasped with excitement. “Oh! The sweets shop!”

He chuckled. “Lead the way.”

She grabbed his hand, wasting no time dragging him along to Honeydukes. When they got there she immediately went to the chocolates section.

“Oh ‘Bastian look!” He peered over her shoulder. “They have those bon bons you like so much.” She picked up a box. “I’ll get us a box to share.” She turned her head and pecked his cheek then ran off to go pay.

His eyes flickered around the shop, but when a laugh cuts through the air, his attention is immediately back on the girl laughing at something the owner of the shop had said.

“Thank you,” he heard her say to the worker.

Should he have paid for it? He thought for a brief moment.

“What were you laughing about?” he asked.

She waved it off. “Oh, something about me paying - but I said you weren’t feeling well this morning. So, I bought these - which is true.”

He should’ve bought them.

“Let me pay you back at least... how about with a... butterbeer?” He raised an eyebrow.

“How could I say no?” They linked arms again.

They walked out.

“Remember when I took you here on your first day? Still can’t believe Professor Weasley trusted me of all people to be your guide.”

She smiled at him. “What if I told you it technically wasn’t her decision?”

“Hm?” He tilted his head toward her.

She became flustered. “Well, it was either you or Natty and I might’ve chose you...”

“You never told me that,” he whispered.

It was quiet, and she could sense that Sebastian had something to say, but she beat him to it.

“If we flashback to earlier that day.- I beat you in that duel.”

He groaned, softly. “I’ll never live that down.” He laughed.

“We have a lot of interesting memories together,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Like you completely rejecting me.”

He looked at her in alarm. “I thought you were over that.”

“I am!”

He gave her a look of disbelief. “You know how horrible I still feel - ”

“Sebastian! I swear to Merlin it’s okay - it’s in the past - and I understand why you did it, so... no hard feelings.”

He grumbled. “You should hold a grudge.”

“Well, I don’t.” She intertwined their fingers. “Because I have you now, and that’s all that matters.”

Sebastian pulled away for a second to open the door to The Three Broomsticks. “After you, m’lady.”

She clicked her tongue. “Such a gentlemen.”

He smirked, following her in afterward. “I try to be,” he paused. “Why don’t you go pick out a table and I’ll get us drinks.”

“Okay!” She walked off.

His eyes caught her run into Anne and Ominis, sitting down with them.

“Mr. Sallow, a pleasure to see you here, what can I do for you?”

Sebastian looked at Sirona with a small smile.” Hello, Sirona, pleasure to see you as well - can I get two butterbeers?” He glanced at MC. “And a pumpkin pasty - please.”

MC’s laugh spiraled through the room. It made his stomach flutter and his heart speed up a little. He could get drunk off of the sound.

“I don’t mean to pry, but are you two still courting?” Sirona asked.

“We are,” he said, proudly. He couldn’t take his eyes off his two favorite girls giggling and smiling as if it were the best day of their life.

“Glad to see it, you two are lucky to have each other. Since the day you came into here the day of that troll attack...” She clicked her tongue a few times. “I know love when I see it - you pick up on one or two things in this business.” She smiled, warmly, setting down the drinks and the pasty.

He smiled back at her, setting down a handful of galleons. “Feels like only yesterday, honestly.” He started to juggle their order in his hands. “Thank you, Sirona.”

“Any time.” Her voiced dragged in his ears as he walked away. But, he could hear the small chuckle escape her and he could only imagine her shaking her head.

He managed to get over to the table where Ominis, Anne, and MC were sitting at without causing an accident.

“Ugh - I wish you were in Slytherin sometimes, we could have so much fun together in the common rooms.”

“Not to mention she does look good in green.” Sebastian winked, setting down her drink down in front of her. “I also got you a little extra something.” He set down the pasty.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, Sebastian, you shouldn’t have!”

“I have a debt to pay off, you know,” he said, jokingly.

“At this rate you’d still owe her a thousand pasties and a thousand butterbeers,” Ominis commented.

“Make it two thousand,” Anne added.

Sebastian laughed, awkwardly. “Thank you for that guys,” he said through his teeth.

MC rolled her eyes, playfully. “You don’t owe me anything, Seb. I am perfectly satisfied with just having you.”

And there goes his cheeks again. Heating up into a blush.

Ominis made a noise of disgust. “A perfectly good appetite gone.”

“Oh shush - ” Anne gently nudged him. “I think it’s cute.”

Sebastian sits down next to MC. She was digging into her pasty, moaning and groaning in delight of the flavor.

Ominis shook his head. “You could at least have the decency to do that away from civilization.”

MC froze in embarrassment, looking sheepish. “Sorry!” She ripped a piece off, holding it out for Sebastian.

He delightfully took the offer. His brain short-circuited when her finger brushed his bottom lip. He taunted her by mimicking her, dramatically. “Oh - OH - that is good!”

Anne giggled.

“You know what? I agree with Ominis,” MC said with mocked bitterness. “This is getting too far, and my appetite is gone.”

“No, no!” Sebastian swallowed with a hearty laugh. “What have you eaten today?”

She looked at him, reluctantly. “A pumpkin pasty...”

His look got serious. “MC...”

“M’sorry, okay? I was worried about you when you didn’t show for breakfast.”

He grumbled under his breath and stood up abruptly. “Let me get you some real food.”

She grabbed his hand. “Seb, it’s okay - this is plenty.”

He shook his head, brushing her off, and storming off to the counter.

Anne meets MC’s pout. “It’s only because he cares.”

“I know,” MC replied. “I shouldn’t known, wouldn’t kept my mouth shut,” she paused. “I’m not even that hungry.” As if on cue, her stomach growled. Her expression faltered. “I just - he shouldn’t need to worry about me to the point where he needs to prove himself to me - I love him - a little too much if you ask me.”

Anne grabbed her hand. “Then maybe it’s time to remind him of that.”

MC nodded. “You’re right, it’s just hard.”

Ominis tilted his head. “How so?”

“you know I don’t believe in the whole house system, but others do - I mean if we were wearing our robes right now people would look at us like we were crazy, red in a sea of green. Remember last time I attempted to go into the Slytherin common room?” Anne winced at the memory. “Yeah, exactly - I can’t get him truly alone.”

“There’s the undercroft - ”

“What about the Room of Requirement?” Ominis suggested.

MC perked up. “This would be a time of need.” She thought hard about it. “Thank you, Ominis.”

A plate clamored down in front of her.

“Shepherds pie - you told me you were craving it the other day,” Sebastian said, taking his seat again. (Have any of you tried the shepherds pie at Universal? I remember it being so good.)

MC turned to face him. She leaned in and pressed her lips up against his, gently. He made a noise of surprise, but regained composure almost immediately and kissed her back. He closed his eyes and indulged in the lingering pumpkin and spice flavor on her lips.

She pulled away. “Thank you,” she whispered. She turned away to dig into her food.

Anne and Sebastian gave each other knowing looks.

Sebastian breathes out, “I should get you shepherds pie more often...” He licked his lips, and glanced at her lovingly.

He noticed her picking at it a few times and she only got halfway through it before saying she was full.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Want to take the rest of it to go, at least?”

“Would it make you feel better if I did?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Then I’ll take the rest of it!”

He smiled. “I’ll go grab you a box for it.” He leaves.

MC’s curiosity grew, thinking back to earlier this morning. “I wonder what made him feel ill this morning - he seems perfectly healthy.”

“It’s Sebastian - could’ve been anything,” Ominis noted.

She shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

He comes back with a box. “Here you go, darling.”

“Thank you.”

She scoops the rest of her food into the box.

“Shall we head back?” Sebastian asks.

“Sure!” MC stands. “Joining us?” she inquired toward Anne and Ominis.

Anne looked toward Ominis for an answer. He sits there quietly, until.the silence alarms him. “Oh! Why do I have to decide that?”

Anne sighs, “We’ll catch up with you later.”

MC is about to respond, but Sebastian gets to it first.

“Suit yourselves.” He places a hand on the small of her back. “We’ll be on our way.”

They walk out, hands now intertwined. Sebastian holding her food in his other hand.

“That was fun,” she said as they begin their walk back to the castle.

“It was...”

“I’m glad you were able to come - it wouldn’t have been near as fun without you. How are you feeling by the way?”

He glanced at her. “I feel fine.”

“What do you think it was?”

He shook his head with a small shrug. “No idea.”

“Hm...”

“Don’t worry about it, ‘kay?” he paused. “So... about this morning - ”

“What about it?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Her posture straightened with pride. “He had no right to speak that way - about you, our relationship... it wasn’t right.”

“So... you meant everything?”

“Everything,” she breathed out.

A calm silence filled the air. No tension, no worries - just peace within each other’s presence.

“So, I was thinking...” she started.

“Oh?”

She continued, “I was thinking - maybe - you’d want to sneak off to the Room of Requirement with me tonight?”

He began to choke, violently coughing as his face turned red.

She grew flustered as well. “Oh bloody Hell - not like that!” she scolded, reading his mind. “I just - we rarely get time alone.”

He looked around. “We’re alone right now.”

“No, I mean, really alone. No distractions, no - ” A lady frantically ran by, clutching her chest, crying. “That.” She cleared her throat. “Just me and you.”

“Well, what about the Undercroft? Or we can sneak into the restricted section of the library? Or - ”

She groaned. “Why are you arguing with me about trying to get us some alone time?”

“I’m not arguing!” he corrected.

“You’re just being stubborn.”

“Not true...”

“Listen, just forget I said anything.” She shook her head and kept her eyes trained forward.

“No, no, let’s talk this out - so, you’re wanting some one-on-one time - I get it, but why today?” he paused. “You haven’t talked about this before.”

She sighed. “Didn’t think it was a crime - wanting to spend time with my partner.”

“Darling, that’s not - ” He inhales, sharply. “You know more than anyone how much I love being with you and spending time with you - I’m just a little curious is all - why you’re being so prominent about it now of all days.”

“Like I said - just forget it... please.”

He nodded. He linked their arms to pull her closer to him. He tilted his head ever-so-slightly toward her. “I’d love to sneak off to the Room of Requirement with you tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

She let out a soft smile, meeting his doe-eyes once. “Okay,” she whispered back.

He returned a breathtaking smile. “Perfect.”

The castle was growing bigger the closer they got.

“Big game coming up.”

She smiled. “Gryffindor against Slytherin - who are you rooting for?”

“Gotta support my house - but you know I’m always secretly rooting for you.”

“Oh!” she gasped, raising her eyebrows. “What would your people have to say about that? You’ve gone soft.”

“My people?!” He looked offended. “And I have not gone soft - if we were sentenced to duel right now, don’t think you’d get away easily.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” She pulled away when they got to the doors. “This is where I part.” She grabbed her leftover food from his hands.

He frowned. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Yes! I’ll meet you outside your common room at - let’s say - twelve?”

He nodded. “Till then.”

MC leaves. When she rounded the corner, disappearing, Imelda walks up to Sebastian.

“Surprised to see you two still at it.”

Sebastian looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Sounds like a doomed relationship to me.”

“Doomed? well... you’re wrong.”

“Just give it time. Those Gryffindors - they always have to prove they’re better than us. Soon enough - you’ll be nothing more than a competition and if I learnt anything over my time being here at Hogwarts - it’s that Slytherins always have a way of losing.”

His eyes narrowed as Imelda walked away. Deep down he knew none of what she said was true, but still - his mind wandered. Was their relationship really doomed? And had it been from the start? He thought back to the beginning, but can’t seem to find solid evidence. Sure, they would bicker at each other from time-to-time - but even then he was down bad for her that it came off more like bantering. But, then he broke her heart. Now that was something he’d rather not think about right now (It’s a long story.) He found his mind wandering over MC’s biggest belief. That a house doesn’t determine someone’s path. And a house shouldn’t determine how you see people, it shouldn’t affect anything... it’s wrong. It’s like judging someone based off looks, color, size, sexual orientation, the list goes on... And if Sebastian was being honest with himself - he slowly realized that maybe she was right. ‘Cause Merlin... she wasn’t just a Gryffindor - in this case she was also a Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff - and Hell - even a Slytherin. And maybe that’s where he felt so small. Because in his mind - he was only a Slytherin - and he loathed the thought of what everyone assumed was his dark path in the future that he truly didn’t want. But, he felt it. He’s scared that it really is true and he’ll lose MC, Ominis, and Anne for good one day. The thought made him sick.

Does he know when to stop? He worried he doesn’t.

“There you are,” she breathed. “You’re late, thought you accidentally fell asleep or something.”

Had he really been stuck in his head for so long? “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She took his hand. “Let’s go.”

She guided him through the dark, empty halls of the school. Up the stairs and down some, then back up again. (Don’t get me started on that “Off on another adventure” lady.) Then there it was. She looked around before opening the door, and signaling to him to come in.

“I’m surprised,” she started. “That was surprisingly easy.”

“I’m not complaining,” he said.

Suddenly a door appeared.

She looked over at it, curiously. “Interesting...” She walked over and opened it. “Wow...”

“Find something?” He walked up to her and peeked over her shoulder.

A room, dim-lit by a roaring fireplace. A sofa, displaying pillows and blankets. She ventured further in.

“Now this is something.” She felt so warm and cozy in the atmosphere the room created for them.

He followed her in. “And this place just conjured this?”

“It creates what you need.” She sat down on the sofa. “I brought the chocolates by the way,” she said, pulling them out of her bag and setting them on the coffee table in front of her.

He sat down beside her. This caused her to avert her gaze to his face, staring at him with such a passionate intensity, one adorned by pure love.

He shifted in his spot. And there he was, back standing in front of his mirror, staring at his reflection. “What are you doing?” he blurted.

She was taken aback. “Admiring you.”

The urge to scoff bubbled in his throat. “Is that it?”

She frowned. “Is everything alright, Sebastian?”

He couldn’t help it, the words were on the tip of his tongue, it was no use attempting to hold them back. “Are we a doomed relationship?”

Oh.... how he wished he didn’t look at her. His heart sunk at the sight of hurt on her features. Immersed in sadness. He knew in that moment, this expression will haunt him in his nightmares once again - the same expression she shared with him all that time ago when he rejected her.

“What?” she whispered. “Is that what you believe?”

“Imelda said - ”

“Imelda?!” She grew frustrated. “You’re taking her opinions into consideration now?”

“Yes!” he paused, his shoulders caved in. “No...” He looked down at his shaking hands. “I don’t know! Maybe they’re right... Imelda, Leander - I mean, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin?”

“Bloody Hell!” she groaned. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Agreeing with Leander of all people! What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing! I’m just saying - ”

“What?! What are you possibly trying to say?” She got up and paced around. “Because, it sounds like you’re trying to break up with me - ” She sighed. “You’ve been distant and I don’t.know why, but I know this isn’t you, so please...” She stopped and knelt down in front of him. “Talk to me.”

It was as if the dam broke and all came pouring out. Tears ran down his face while she was quick to engulf his into her arms, taking a place close next to him. He cried into her shoulder.

“I’m sorry!” he hiccuped.

“Shhh - it’s okay...” She rubbed his back, soothingly.

He pulled away. “No, it isn’t - I just - I’ve been feeling so insecure lately, and.everyone is getting into my head.”

“What do you mean insecure?”

He sighed, avoiding her worried expression. “You’re.- you’re so good. You’re kind and loyal and smart and talents and so open-minded, and you see the world so... differently, so beautifully. While I’m just... me.”

“I’m not quite following.”

He laughed, humorlessly. “Don’t you see?! I’m - I’m not right for you. I’m not good... I’m flawed and ugly and I’m so confused on how you can simply just look at me half the time.” He covered his face with his hands. “Because every time I look in the mirror I can’t stand what I see.”

Her heart ached, and her own tears were running now her face. “Oh, Sebastian... When I look at you - “ She sighed. “Merlin, words don’t describe it. Sebastian - you’re beautiful - inside and out...”

He shook his head. He felt her soft hands grip his wrists, gently pulling his hands away. His eyes met hers.

She gazed, longingly into his blood-shot eyes. Its brown color seemed much more prominent as they were entirely a shade darker, nearly black. But, there was still that rush of sweet honey that swirled around his iris’. “You are beautiful,” she repeated. “Yes, you have flaws, but so does everyone else in the world - you don’t know how many times I’ve - ” She cuts herself off. “The point is - we all have out insecurities, we all have our imperfections, but it’s those that makes us individuals.” She frowned a little deeper when his expression didn’t change. “Tell me,” she blurted.

“What?” he croaked.

“Tell me what you don’t like.”

“MC - no - ”

“At least one thing, one thing that you wish you could change.”

Reluctantly, he gave in with defeat. “My nose...”

She gasped, scandalized. “What?! This cute little button nose that I could kiss all day long?” She pecked the tip.of his nose. “Wish I could steal it, honestly.” Her bore into his. “What else?”

He was too enchanted by her to even realize he continued. “My cheeks - they’re too chubby.”

“Nonsense - ” She cupped his face. “To be honest I’m not into crazy cheekbones and jawlines. Yours is a perfect balance and I love them because I can do this!” She littered his cheeks his kisses, he almost let out a giggle but managed to hold back

He released a breath, that came out dreamily. “My freckles - ” he blurted whilst she was in the midst of cutely assaulting his cheeks. “They’re just - mmm - ” His eyes closed.

Her lips pressed to his in a longing kiss before moved them down, in more of a drag to kiss along his jaw, tracing the outline of his face with her lips, she went up to his temple, then to his forehead - at this point he was dizzy and breathless.

“I would spend eternity counting every one, creating constellations that only I’d ever have the pleasure of knowing about...” she paused. “Sebastian Sallow, I am in love with you, every part of you that most of the time I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t ever stop being in love with me.”

She gazed at him in awe. “Never,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry for making you think I wanted to break up with you, it’s just - ”

She stopped him. “Hey, I understand, it’s easier for people to get into our heads when we’re in a vulnerable state. But, please just promise me the next time you feel like this you’ll come talk to me.”

He nodded, hastily. “I promise.”

“Good.”

His eyes glanced over at the chocolates. She caught it and widely smiled. She grabbed the box and leaned into Sebastian’s side. As they cozied up together, they found themselves enjoying the presence of each other along with the warmth of the fire. They both listened carefully to each other’s breathing, melting together into the sofa in a state of pure bliss and relaxation.

She took a chocolate out of the box and held it up for him. “Open up.”

He gladly did, taking the thing whole. “We should do this more often,” he said with a mouthful of chocolate.

They laid down slightly, getting more and more comfortable with each minute passing.

She plopped a chocolate into her mouth. “I could get used to this.”

And there is was. Sebastian’s mind went down a new path for his future, one where him and MC lived together far away in a little cottage. Her in his arms all the time, getting to wake up next to her every morning, feeding each other sweets after supper by the fire. Maybe even a family... Whatever or wherever, he knew one thing - he wanted her to be there.

“Yeah...” he breathed. “I could get used to this too.”

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