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burn those flowers|t.nott

part 2

summary: Nott could be sweet, romantic and overall perfect boyfriend but at the end he make you to burn his promise that he's going to love you till the end.

parings: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: bad grammar, smoking, kinda angst

word counts: 2593

author's note: I'm back again just to disappear for another year but school and ib program has been lately too much and I barely got any sleep but I want you guys to have fun even tho if I'm not having fun at all.

Theodore Nott was really sweet at the beginning and during it but then…How a person can change so quickly and without a reason but maybe there was a reason.

Somehow I knew that me and him would end up close to each other but I never expected that we would end up that close. Theodore Nott and I were at the same house so it was obvious that we’re going to spend some time together.

At first it was always because of Mattheo who was even a bigger drinker than me so I usually went with them to Hogsmeade or Forbidden Forest. Mattheo gets to know me with Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo and Theodore. It's not that I didn't stand out and was quiet. As early as the first week of school, me and Mattheo got detention together. I just didn't think me and them would become friends. They were unapproachable and especially Draco, who had unexplained feelings about Pansy.

But here we are at Black Lake for the weekly Slytherin party. This time it wasn't a big deal because it was just our group but muggle alcohol could walk on water. We were sitting by the fire when Pansy and Draco decided to leave us for the Forbidden Forest.

“Have a nice conversation,” Blaise said, amused by the situation, to which Draco gave him a look.

“Leave them alone," I said, "There are no worse of them than unexplained feelings about each other.”

I felt Mattheo put his arm around my waist and hugged me tightly.

“Unexplained feelings you say.” He commented.

“Leave me alone Riddle, you're drunk.” I answered him.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched Nott whose jaw clenched. It was between us that there were unexplained feelings. It's not that Mattheo was infatuated with me, we just liked to flirt with each other and later he told me about more girls whose hearts he broke. He was good looking but Nott had something about him. Something that no one else had. Nott was also unfortunately very nonchalant and secretive but gave blunt signals.

“Why do you have to break my heart every time and even later I don't get a goodnight kiss?" he asked.

Before I had time to answer him Lorenzo threw up.

“Well, now it's time for you to give someone else your attention.” I said standing up and patting him on the back.

“He is also your friend.” He answered me.

“Yes but you are a strong man and it was your and Blaise's idea to drink.” I replied sitting down next to Theo.

I rested my head on his shoulder and we watched the others take Lorenzo, who was unable to get up. They had a hard way to go and an even harder crossing of the dormitory ahead of them.

When they disappeared from sight and Mattheo's cursing was not heard I knew I could ask Theo about his day.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Good except for the fact that the girl which I adore ignored me all day, avoided me as much as possible and at the end of the day flirted with my friend and let him grope her.” he responded.

“You should be less nervous," I said, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I saw him tense up even more so I snatched the cigarette from his hand and took a decent drag. It was because of them that me and Nott became close to each other when on the Astrology Tower he was thinking that he’s not going to say sober and I couldn't sleep. Our first kiss was also thanks to cigarettes when I asked him for one and he did a shotgunning cigarette and then kissed me in the same place where we were now, exactly 7 months ago.

“Could you give it back already," he asked even though I knew he could pull out another one.

I looked at him and then sat on his lap and inhaled. I put my lips to his mouth and slowly blew cigarette smoke into his mouth. After a few seconds his hands were on my waist and our kiss seemed even more intimate. When we pulled away from each other, he pulled me closer and held me even tighter.

“Y/N will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“Theo, you know the answer.” I responded.

“After today I’m not sure,” he stated.

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend.” I said then I placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Kissing with Nott has it that it never ends in one and is never just kissing. Before I knew it I was lying on the ground and he was above me playing with the hem of my skirt. I knew it wasn't the best idea but the alcohol I drank earlier gave me some courage. I didn't know if it was the alcohol that warmed me up or Theodore himself. The next thing I felt was his lips sucking on my neck and his hand going higher and higher on my thigh. When he unbuttoned my first button we heard the breaking of dry branches.

“Sorry, we didn't want to interrupt you," said Draco.

“Are you officially together now?” asked Nott.

“ I don’t know, are we.” said Draco then grabbed Pansy's hand tighter and walked away.

I think if it wasn't for those two me and Theo would have ended up the same way. Draco had his shirt unbuttoned and Pansy better not comment on that out of respect for our friendship.

“We'd better get back," I said, then quickly reached for a cigarette.

“Do we really have to?” my boyfriend asked me.

In response, I got up slightly to my feet and buttoned my button. Theo sighed then reached into his backpack.

“I have something for you, I know we haven't been together long but I'm sure I've been in love with you for a long time,” he said, pulling artificial flowers out of his backpack, “ Y/N I'm giving you these flowers because they will wilt only when I stop loving you.”

I felt my eyes glazing over so I just kissed him and took his hand.

“This is the best gift I ever got," I said as he pulled me closer to him.

Deftly snatched a cigarette from me after which he lit it. We walked like that through the night and it was perfect. Our beginnings were perfect too. I stopped being his secret and became his priority.

The next day I was talking to Pansy about what had happened between her and Draco in the common room, when I felt someone cover my eyes and place a light kiss on my shoulder.

“Guess who it is," he said.

I grabbed his hands tightly and turned around then placed a light kiss on his lips. I felt Pansy's gaze on me, which penetrated my soul and drilled a hole in me.

“After training I'm taking you on a date," he said, then disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

“So…” shouted Pansy.

I grabbed her hand then directed us to our room. We spent this time very productively and it was not without slurs under my name, because how could I not tell her. As Pansy was getting excited about the idea of double dates, someone knocked on the door. Standing in them was not only Nott with flowers but also Draco.

“We leave you alone," I said, "Don't forget to put some spells on the door.”

I left with Theo and this was accompanied by a quiet thumping sound when Pansy threw her shoe at the door.

When I entered the room it was well after midnight and I found Draco and Pansy there in one bed. I knew they were pretending to sleep. As I walked away, I just threw a quiet slur and left the room.

As I walked in silence to the men's section, I quietly knocked. The shirtless Theodore opened it for me.

“You already missed me," he asked piteously.

“I preferred not to hear two people having sex a few meters away from me," I replied and then went into the room.

“Thank you for inviting me in and letting me sleep," said Nott ironically.

“I can always go to Matteo's to sleep," I replied and then went to the closet to put on something more comfortable to sleep in.

I felt that the atmosphere in the room thickened but I tried to ignore his gaze. When I went to bed, Nott was still standing in the same place. I knew he wouldn't go in if I didn't give him some attentiveness. I got up and walked over to him. I put my arms around his neck and started kissing him. However, he still stood unmoved.

“Even in a million years, me and him will never be together," I said and then pulled him toward the bed.

I knew it would work so a moment later my head was leaning against his bare chest. With my finger I was drawing stamps on his shoulder. It was quiet but peaceful. I knew he didn't like to talk much so I was filling in the silence for him. However, today the silence was different. It was a peace that he obtained because deep down he was afraid that I would actually end up with Mattheo.

I don't even know when Snape's lessons turned into a lesson of sending me notes instead of me and Mattheo getting detention. Theodore always made sure I didn't drink too much because I had no moderation. He always made me feel better. Weekly dates turned into twice a week dates, often double dates. He always moved me from the couch to my room. When I got too drunk with Pansy I would fall asleep there. I always went to his games and made sure he went to his lessons. I often found flowers or small gifts from him. We rarely argued and it was perfect. He was not selfish in bed. It was really wonderful.

The warm summer day was giving out. The Snape chamber in the basement seemed like a dreamy nightmare when the Slytherin got extra classes. I sat bored fighting my sleep and ignoring the taunts of Mattheo, who had recently become insistent. He couldn't understand that now I couldn't spend as much time alone with him. When being awake was almost impossible, I got a note.

We’re sneaking out. NOW!!!

Before I had time to react, I was pushed out the back door.

“We are going to be fucked” I said.

“Tought,”replied Nott pulling me behind him.

We didn't have to wait long for the consequences of this escape. All seven of us were called back the same day. Snape swapped us in pairs for a project we were to hand in by the end of the semester. I felt that me and Mattheo would get the worst pair, and I wasn't wrong. Mattheo got Ron Weasley, and I got Cedric. Fucking Cedric, with whom I used to have something in common. It wasn't the other but it was awkward afterwards.

I didn't even have to look at my boyfriend to know what he looked like. After the reprimand, we left the room. The mood was no longer the same as before.

“Anyone fancy a drink," Pansy asked. However, she didn't need to know the answer, because everyone knew where they were going.

While the party was going on at its best, I went to get another drink. When I returned, Theo was smoking a cigarette again. I sat down next to him on the ground, and he put his arm around me. I could feel him tense up so I quickly took a drink. It warmed me up from the inside and I guess that's what I needed.

“Teddy, I can always do this project myself," I said.

In response, I felt him squeeze me tighter. When he smoked a cigarette, he picked me up and began to lead me into the woods. When we finished, the party had long since ended.

“Are you sure everything is fine?” I asked.

Yes, I'm just afraid that what used to be between you two will come back. It's not that I don't trust you, I just." Before he finished talking I just hugged him.

For the first two weeks everything was the same, the only thing that changed was his need to be near me and my touch. However, later we stopped going on dates and he stopped talking. Later he spoke less but needed more and more touch. Later he just kept his hand on my thigh and rejected every other form of closeness. One day he didn't come at all. Since that day I haven't seen him and when I did it was always drunk. He avoided me and everyone else however he remained faithful to me. I tried my best to reach out to him until I gave up because I knew he would be at the party at the end of every project we had.

As I slipped through the empty castle, I didn't know if I could hear my beating heart more or the feeling walking behind me. Walking like this however, I hoped he would be there. When I got there, I didn't see him so I went to Mattheo, who was making drinks as usual. After a few drinks, I fired up a cigarette and took Mattheo aside.

“Do you think he has another?” I asked and inhaled my cigarette.

“No, believe me he was in love with you before he got to know you.” he answered me.

“Do you think he stopped loving me?” I asked.

“No, I already told you that he loves you more than anyone.” he answered me.

“Do you know what happened to him?” I asked again.

“If I knew, everything would have been fine long ago?” he answered me.

Before I had time to ask another question, we heard screams. We quickly bolted from our seats. The only thing I saw was the moment when Draco with Blais pulled Theodore away from Cedric. I quickly approached them but when he saw me he started to pull away and go to the front.

No one was paying attention to Nott, but to Cedric. I started to run towards him, however he did not give up. When we had gone far away I knew that this was the only opportunity to talk to him

“Theodre Nott what the fuck is your problem!”I shouted, but he ignored me.

So I ran up and pulled him by the hand so that he stopped. He stopped and turned towards me. For the first time I saw his eyes, so black and full of pain. Although maybe it was hatred.I’m not sure.

“Burn these flowers,” he said quite quietly.

“Talk to me," I said, although my heart had already managed to shatter into tiny pieces.

“Burn these fucking flowers,” he said, then snatched his hand and just start walking without even looking at me.

I stood like that, in the dark night, and a light wind blew on my back. I could do nothing but cry, and while I was crying like that, Mattheo found me. He hugged me tightly and sat with me all night while I alternated between crying and drinking.

Deep down I prayed that these flowers would burn on their own, because I couldn't do it.

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nebulablakemurphy · 7 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 12)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 11

Rosanna comes to with steady chatter around her.

“Shook the whole bloody ministry!”

“Oh please.”

“Careful, these walls have ears.”

Someone is there, carding her hair, softly massaging her temples.

Draco, it has to be, Draco.

He was taught the art of legillimacy and occlumency by his aunt Bellatrix. It wasn’t until he met Rosanna that he learned it didn’t have to hurt. Legillimacy does not have to be the searing stab of a blade. It could be a loving caress, a quiet exchange of information.

When Rosanna began invading his mind forcefully, to hone her skills for the ministry, there was pain. Gritting teeth, clenched fists and big fat tears welled up in her eyes. She hated hurting him. They were advised to have another occlumen step in, but Draco was adamant she practice on only him.

“The mind holds intimacies which even our bodies cannot comprehend. I’d rather you didn’t share such things with a stranger. Learn with me; be vulnerable with me, then take your knowledge into the world once you are prepared.”

“Ok,” Rosanna agrees. She’d rather it be him than anyone else.

There is a closeness there, a bond formed during late nights in the privacy of their bedroom that only they would ever understand. And when Rosanna finally learns to break down the walls of his mind entirely, Draco insists that he be the one to teach her true occlumency.

The crash course he’d given to deceive Bellatrix was just that, a half assed Hail Mary between teenagers. But they are older now. They have more time.

Forcing himself past Rosanna’s mental barrier is excruciating at first. Her tear stained cheeks return, with cries of discomfort echoing from the walls. His magic stabs at her, scratches and claws its way in.

“Enough.” Draco attempts to end the session, when her wailing is loud enough to be heard outside, if not for the silencing charm.

“No, I can do it.” Rosanna insists as he sets his wand aside, collecting her in his arms.

“Advanced occlumency is not a skill one learns on a whim, certainly not all in one night.” He hadn’t gone easy on her either.

He fucks any farther argument out of her and she lets him. Cumming until she can’t anymore. Even the sex is different, better now. All consuming.

“Look at me, Rosanna.”

“I can’t.” It’ll kill her, the intensity of it.

Draco nudges at her cheek with his nose. “I will teach you everything I know, in due time. In return, you’re going to give me your eyes while you cum for me.”

The trade isn’t exactly a fair one, but they both deliver on their end of the bargain.

Draco so rarely uses legillimacy on her that Rosanna is shocked to find him trying. To his credit, Draco is gentle, incredibly so, stroking her hair all the while. Like pressing kisses to a wound. He pours over the details of Rabastan’s questioning, forcing himself deeper each time she attempts to put him out.

Why can’t she get him out? She pushes back with enough force that Draco grunts, their connection severed with a stinging snap.

“Oh good,” he muses, “you’re up.”

Rosanna opens her eyes to make sense of it. She is on the lush velveteen couch of her husband’s office, slumped against him.

Harry and Hermione are hovering over the case file on Draco’s desk a few feet away.

Rosanna tries to sit up.

“Easy.” Draco warns, helping to steady her.

“My head-”

“The Gryffindor in you dies hard, I’ll have you know. I couldn’t get a handle on your magic until you fainted and even then you fought me. Bravery and courage are not personality traits, they are personality disorders.” He informs his wife, reaching over for a potion vile and uncorking it.

“They’re not disorders.” She says, gulping down the liquid. Relief is almost instantaneous.

“They are when you believe your only purpose is to serve the greater good. When your bravery leads you to think that your life is meaningless and should be sacrificed at the first opportunity. You’re not afraid of anything, I wish you were. It would keep you safe, at the very least afford you a shred of self preservation.”

"I am afraid of things." She corrects him. "I'm afraid of the people I love getting hurt.”

"I will protect you and that which you love, at any cost.” He vows. There’s no need to spend the rest of her days on the front lines.

"Doesn’t sound too self preserving,” Ro accuses.

"There is no me without you, keeping you alive is as self preserving as it gets."

"Are you still that disgustingly in love with me after all this time?" Rosanna wonders, her tone isn't patronizing, but genuinely curious.

"I suspect I'll always be disgustingly in love with you. Is that going to be an issue?" The man arches a brow.

"No,” Rosanna bites back a grin, as she traces a finger over the furrow of his brows, smoothing it flat. “You and me both.”

He pecks a kiss to her outstretched hand, the same one he’d sliced open and pressed against his own, not long before. “There’s work to be done.” Draco says, flicking his gaze to Potter and Granger, pointedly.

There’s always work to be done.

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Leo receives word about the information leak within the ministry, printed promptly across the front page of the Daily Prophet.

A confidence breech within the Ministry of Magic has released hundreds of sealed case files, including but not limited to that of Draco Malfoy’s abduction and imprisonment, of then girlfriend, Rosanna McVay. Both Draco and Rosanna Malfoy have refused to provide statements at this time.

There’s only one place she can go, not to her flat with Henry and not to her parents…

Leo knocks once at the door of the mansion, located on the backlot of her childhood home. Her parents offered to build her and Henry a home there too, though she respectfully declined. It is easier somehow, to get lost in muggle London, somewhere their names mean nothing to anyone. “Grandma,” she calls. After finding the first floor empty. “Grandpa.”

“Up here,” Lucius replies, just loud enough to be heard.

Leo takes the stairs to meet him, following his voice to the upstairs parlor.

A copy of the Prophet lies crumpled on the floor, Lucius standing stoically, at the center of the room, glaring at the far wall. Their family tree. They’d torn the old one out of Malfoy Manor, when it became Draco and Rosanna’s. Refinished it to only include what is left of their family. Narcissa, Andromeda, Teddy. So on and so forth, until it reaches the bottom.

Leo’s eyes find her picture, the leaves that connect to her mother and father, extending in a line through each of her siblings. Arlo, Vega, Polaris, Scorpius, Corina.

However there is a new branch, stemming off in the opposite direction, Henry. She draws in a steadying breath. Lucius Malfoy has added a squib to his beloved wall.

“My father would beat me to death if he saw this.” Lucius sniffs, indignantly. “When Draco married your mother, I knew what I was meant to do. Burn his portrait from the family tree, erase any evidence that my son had ever existed. I could never bring myself to do it.”

Leo rests a hand on his back.

“But, your mother is on the wall. You and your siblings are on the wall…it’s only right that your husband should be too.”

“This wall is yours now.” Leo reminds him, softly. “Just because your father wouldn’t be proud of it doesn’t mean you can’t be.”

Lucius purses his lips, turning to the larger portrait behind him, which encased a much younger depiction of the Malfoy family. Only himself, Narcissa, Draco and a pregnant Rosanna. They chatter amongst themselves, within the frame.

“And what do you think?” He asks his daughter in law, calling Rosanna away from her perch on the chair.

Her eyes flicker about the Malfoy family tree, brushing a bit of hair behind her ears.

Leo never spent much time looking at this version of her mother. She was older than this Rosanna now, it turns her stomach. Her mother was so heartbreakingly young.

“It’s crooked.” The portrait says.

“Where?” Lucius demands.

Young Rosanna only smiles, “kidding.”

“Away with you,” Lucius waves a hand, “petulant thing.”

Rosanna returns to an anxious looking Draco, laughing softly about what she’d done.

He himself is far too young.

Leo chokes down her guilt. “Why do you keep it?” The portrait. “You have others.” Happier ones, with all of them smiling, carrying on.

Lucius lifts a shoulder, “penance.”

The word hits Leo dead in the chest, knocking the air from her lungs. She understands penance, perhaps better than anything else.

“I was supposed to keep them safe. They’re my children, and I couldn’t protect them. I still can’t.”

“It was me, you know. What you were trying to protect them from. I took away their freedom and sullied your beloved bloodline. It’s my fault.” Leo says, as if he needs reminding. “And I’ve carried that with me for all these years, without saying a word. Because I owe that to them, I owe that to all of you…to carry it. But it is so heavy, and I can never put it down.” She chokes over the words.

“You were never that, Leo. Not a burden or a cross to bear. You are the best of them.” Lucius passes a hand over her hair. “The best of us,” hair the color of his own, and that of his son. “I am so sorry for anything I’ve done to make you think otherwise.”

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“Who would do this?” Rosanna asks, pressing a hand to her temple. She can hardly think. Things have gone from bad to worse at the drop of a hat.

The assailant who stole information from the ministry used their collective absences to their advantage. While they were wrapped up in the Rabastan Lestrange debacle, their old case files had been ransacked. Worst of all, it has been determined that this attack was perpetrated by someone within the ministry itself.

“Someone who has it out for you.” Harry reasons.

“Someone always has it out for me.” Draco bites out, this is hardly news.

“Can anything be done for damage control?” Rosanna wonders.

“I’m afraid not…it was the entire case file.” Hermione gnaws at her bottom lip.

“What is it, Granger?” Draco demands, she knows something.

“There’s been a handful of petitions demanding that the ministry reopen your case.”

“We can disregard them if it’s just a handful, Hermione.” Harry reasons.

“It was more than a handful,” Rosanna confesses. She’d seen them, the pile of letters, some howlers. Hermione tried to quiet it, but she couldn’t anymore.

“If I ignore a public outcry of this magnitude, it will compromise my position as Minister for Magic. This has become a severe conflict of interest and I’m considering stepping down but I-”

“If you don’t try me, your successor will.” Draco says, with a shake of his head. “Draw up the papers and have me served.”

“Draco,” Rosanna reaches for him. “No.”

“It’s alright.” Draco soothes, taking her hand. “You can speak for me, like you did last time.”

Harry sees what he’s doing, providing Rosanna with a false sense of comfort. “I’ll speak too, as a character witness. Malfoy helped us defeat Voldemort at great personal expense.”

They would face this together. Come hell or high water.

Part 13

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the-al-chemist · 8 months

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On This Wild Night — Part Five

Notes: there are five consecutive lines of this chapter that reduced me to tears whilst writing. They’re not even sad or happy or anything, I’m just an emotional mess. A warning for drunken dad dancing and an incredibly lightly described intimate scene. Anyway, thanks to all who’ve been reading, especially those who have liked/commented/reblogged along the way. Means the world as always. Lots of love x

Previous — Masterlist

Arthur Weasley was drunk. Artemis had never seen him this drunk before. She might have actually preferred drunk Arthur to regular Arthur. Drunk Arthur was definitely more fun to dance with.

“Muggles call this one ‘the sprinkler’,” he informed Artemis, demonstrating a dance move.

“That’s a great one,” replied Artemis, copying him. “Arthur, what actually is a sprinkler?”

“I have absolutely no idea!”

Artemis laughed out loud as Arthur stopped ‘sprinkling’ and started to bob up and down, pinching his nose with one hand and wiggling the finger of the other hand.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” she asked him.

“At a wedding, of course! Muggleborn friends. Excellent fun.”

“As fun as this wedding?”

“No, this is the best wedding I’ve ever been to,” said Arthur. He suddenly stopped dancing, and leaned in towards Artemis. “Don’t tell my wife I said that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my own wedding. But, as a rule, weddings are more fun when you're not the one getting married. Less stressful, much less pressure.”

“Even if you’re making a speech?”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” Arthur said, swiping each of his hands across in front of his eyes with the two first fingers extended in a V-shape. “Just do what Ron and I did before ours.”

“What was that?”

“Drink.”

Artemis grinned. No wonder Arthur was dancing so flamboyantly.

“No, I love weddings,” Arthur continued. He put his fists in front of his chest, stuck his elbows out to the sides, and flapped them like a bird. “A whole day dedicated to people being in love with each other, and bringing their families together. What could be better than that?”

It was lucky, really, that the music was so loud. It meant that Artemis was able to get away with not saying anything in response to Arthur’s question. She forced a smile, and nodded her head in time to the music.

“Of course, today is a bit different,” said Arthur, not seeming to notice Artemis’ discomfort with where the conversation was heading, “because Harry’s been a part of our family for so long. It’s just that it’s all above board now. Official.”

“Yeah. Right,” said Artemis, her smile slipping from her face.

“It’s funny, him being my son-in-law. You know, I already thought of him as a son, in some ways. Molly, too. Adding the ‘in-law’ bit seems formal. Legal. I think it’s a bit of a downgrade, don’t you?”

“I dunno.”

“I think they need a new word. For sons and daughters that aren’t technically yours but might as well be. Maybe out-law. That would definitely suit you.”

“What do you mean, me?”

“Well, you’re already part of the family. Have been for years, haven’t you?” Arthur started to walk backwards without taking his heels off the ground between steps. Artemis had stopped dancing. She might have stopped breathing. “Maybe we should start calling you our daughter-out-law. I’ll suggest it to Molly later. I think she’ll like having a name for what you are to us. Naming things makes them less complicated, I’d say.”

Artemis threw her arms around Arthur with such force that he stumbled slightly, and almost toppled over.

“Sorry,” she said, letting go and using her arm to steady him. “I just… Thank you for saying that, Arthur.”

“What?”

“That I’m family.”

“Why would you not be?”

“Well, I’m not married.”

“Doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, all that comes down to is a signature on a piece of paper. Family is more than that. It’s not about blood, or paperwork, it’s about love. Just love.”

“You know, Muggles say that love is all you need,” Artemis said, within a smile that she didn’t even have to force.

“I’m not surprised. They’re ingenious, Muggles are.”

Artemis giggled as Arthur started to dance away from her, his daughter-out-law, and towards Fleur, his daughter-in-law, who regarded him with a look that was made up of amusement, endearment, and disdain, each in equal measure.

The music changed abruptly, and became slower. Artemis smiled as she recognised the song, and looked to see who she would need to congratulate on their superior taste in music.

She turned towards the gramophone and saw Charlie stood next to it, pocketing his wand and looking straight at her. She sighed, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, though she felt considerably less angry now. At some point in the last two hours, her burning rage had given way to a mild niggling annoyance without her even realising it.

Charlie walked over to her and held out his hands.

“May I?” he asked, and she looked at him sceptically.

“Depends. Are you still planning on moving to New Zealand?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then yes, you may.”

“Thank you,” said Charlie, smiling so that his dimples showed and fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes.

He took her hands in his, and led her to the doorway of the marquee, where the music was a little quieter, and there was less bustle and noise from the party guests. The cool air of the garden brushed Artemis’ skin, a welcome change from the cloying heat that had built up inside the marquee, and the crescent moon could be seen hovering over the outline of the house. Charlie placed Artemis’ hands on his chest and slid his own around her waist so that they came to rest on the small of her back.

“So,” said Charlie, stepping slowly so that the two of them swayed ever so gently from side to side, “I spoke to my mum.”

“And?”

“I told her the score, and she’s going to stop hassling you now.”

“Thank you,” Artemis said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“You’re welcome. I also did a bit of thinking, and I came to realise that I’ve maybe not been the best boyfriend in the world today.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’ve neglected you a little. I mean, I left you at the church so I could… ush, and again at dinner with Percy and Audrey so that I could suck up to Kingsley. Then I was mucking around with my brothers after the speeches, and I didn’t take you back to the house after you fell over, which would have stopped the whole fiasco with Mum.”

“Charlie, none of those things are bad.” Artemis frowned. “We are our own people, we don’t have to be together all the time. And I didn’t need you to take me anywhere, I was fine.”

“I know you were. If I’m being honest, I mainly came over because I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care as much as the others,” Charlie admitted. Artemis nodded; she had guessed as much. “Still, I feel bad about it now. Not just that, but... It’s just that today was always going to be kind of difficult emotionally for everyone, and I’ve been trying to make sure things are okay for everyone, and I forgot that maybe I should’ve been making sure things were okay for you. That today was going to be difficult for you, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like at dinner. I was trying so hard to impress Kingsley that I didn’t really think how hard it must have been for you to be there opposite Teddy. I know how much he reminds you of Tonks, and I just stole Kingsley away from you and left you to deal with that on your own.”

Artemis said nothing. Charlie moved his left hand off her waist and used it to push a strand of hair back from her face, and she felt some of the tension that had risen in her when he mentioned Tonks’ son dissipate.

“And I acted like a total arse when you were upset about what Mum said to you.”

“It wasn’t your finest moment,” Artemis agreed, and both of them grinned. “But it wasn’t mine either. I shouldn’t have threatened you or shouted at you like I did. I overreacted a bit. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, but I shouldn’t have needed you to shout or threaten me to talk to Mum about it. It was obvious that she’d upset you, I should have gone to her voluntarily to sort that out for you. At the very least, I should have been more sympathetic about it. And I don’t think you’d have reacted that badly if I had been a bit more… attentive to you earlier in the day. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Thank Merlin for that,” said Charlie, and he lifted Artemis’ hand to his lips. He kissed the heel of it, then closed his own hand over it. Artemis smiled.

“Why weren’t you being more attentive?” she asked him. “You normally are. Even your mum and Ginny said so.”

Charlie paused before answering, “I think… I think my head’s just been a bit all over the place today.”

“Because of Fred?”

“Mainly. And Tonks. And Ginny.”

“Ginny’s right there.”

“I know, but it’s weird. She’s the youngest of all of us, and… I don’t know. She’s meant to be the baby, and now we are at her wedding.”

“Yeah. I understand.”

“And I don’t know why, but as soon as all of us siblings get together, we all suddenly revert to being like we were when we were kids.” Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I know that’s not really an excuse, but…” He swallowed. “Like I said, I’m sorry. Are we alright now?”

Artemis nodded. “More than alright.”

As she rose up onto her toes to kiss him, Charlie smiled hopefully.

“So, does that mean you’ll try and catch the bouquet for me?” he asked her.

“What’s the prize money?”

“Ten Galleons, including the two I put in.”

“That’s not bad,” said Artemis. She considered it for a moment, her eyes narrowed with scepticism. “You’re not going to spend all that money on dragons, though, are you?”

“No, ‘course not. I was thinking that I’d take you out for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Fancy dinner. One of those places with all the tiny little portions. I’ll buy you the world’s smallest ever Bakewell tart.”

Artemis pursed her lips and cocked her head.

“Will you wear that suit?” she asked.

“I will if you wear that bra.”

“Deal.”

“Just remember, this place is going to be really classy.” Charlie raised his eyebrows. “You can’t go taking your knickers off at the dinner table.”

“I probably just won’t wear any.”

Artemis gave Charlie a mischievous smile. He chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, before resting his chin on top of her head.

“I love you.”

“You too.”

The song ended, and another started, faster and more lively than the one before. A broad smile spread across Artemis’ face as she recognised the tune. Judging by the way Charlie’s lips had twitched into a near-smirk, he’d chosen that one, too. He really was attentive. Either that, or he just knew her far too well by now.

As the tempo of the music increased, so too did the rate at which they swayed side to side, their feet dancing them to the centre of the room. Charlie lifted her arm above her head, and pushed her gently so that she spun underneath it, before catching hold of her waist once more.

Artemis’ smile grew wider still. He was more fun to dance with than anyone.

“Weasleys, assemble!”

Charlie and his brothers gathered by the gramophone as the female guests made their way into the middle of the marquee, ready for Ginny to throw the bouquet. Charlie could just about pick out Artemis’ bare feet amongst the high heeled shoes, stepping lightly as she moved restlessly through the throng of women.

“I don’t understand why I ‘ave to join in,” Fleur was saying to Bill. “I am already married!”

“It’s just a bit of fun,” Bill replied, kissing her on the cheek. “And I think that you’d be good at it.”

Once Fleur was in the crowd and out of the way, George brought out the bag of Galleons.

“This is it, lads,” he said. “Only one of us can win all the gold.”

Ginny closed her eyes, and threw the bouquet backwards over her head. A split second later, it was carnage.

The little crowd of women turned into a mob, a mosh, a scrum, scrambling and tackling each other to try and grasp the bunch of flowers. The brothers laughed and cheered them on from the sidelines, and after a minute or two of jostling, a hand appeared, rising from the rabble, clutching the now-crumpled bouquet. Each brother strained to see who that hand belonged to.

“YES, AUDREY!” bellowed Percy, throwing his fists into the air.

Somewhat begrudgingly, George handed Percy the bag of Galleons, and Percy shook each of his brothers’ hands in turn.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” he said pompously. “Pleasure doing business with you all.”

“What are you going to spend your winnings on, Perce?”

“Well…” Percy sniffed, and adjusted his glasses. “I'm thinking I might use them to purchase an engagement ring.”

Ron looked stunned, and Bill clapped Percy on the back. George hugged him, and Charlie shook his hand again, before Percy ran to Audrey, his arms outstretched.

“Well, fancy that,” a deep, reverberating voice said behind Charlie. He turned to see Kingsley Shacklebolt watching the women mingle in the centre of the marquee.

“I know.” Charlie shrugged. “All those Quidditch players, and not one of them caught the flowers.”

“I really thought it would be Tiny.”

Charlie followed Kingsley’s gaze to where Artemis was standing on one leg, rubbing the arch of her bare foot, as she chatted with a couple of women Charlie recognised from the Quidditch matches at school. Her eyes were still lit up from the exhilaration of the chase, her untameable hair had come almost completely loose, and there was a dark scuff mark on her shin. He smiled.

“At least she looks happy,” Kingsley said. Charlie wasn’t sure if he was addressing him or just thinking out loud, but he nodded anyway. “That’s what matters.”

“Yeah.”

“For a long time, I thought I’d never see her this happy.”

“So did I.”

“I should‘ve known that she would be. She might have had to fight for it, but she always was a fighter.” Kingsley chuckled, a rich, melodious sound. “She was such a tough little thing. Wild. But you know that.”

“I do,” said Charlie, his eyes still on Artemis. He laughed quietly to himself. “She still is.”

“No, that will never change.”

“I wouldn’t want it to.”

Kingsley patted Charlie on the shoulder, slowly and just once, and Artemis caught sight of them watching her. She ran towards them, holding one side of her dress up so she wouldn’t trip on the hem. As she approached them, Charlie shook his head in mock-disappointment.

“What was that?” he asked her. “Pathetic attempt at catching a bouquet. And you call yourself a Seeker!”

“Tell you what, Charlie, next wedding we go to, you can have a go. I doubt you could do better, especially against that Audrey.” Artemis looked over her shoulder at Percy and his soon-to-be fiancée, a dark look on her face. “That woman is feral. You have no idea.”

Charlie and Kingsley exchanged glances over the top of Artemis’ head.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Charlie said, trying not to laugh. “I’ll add her name to the list of women who scare me.”

“Is my name on that list?”

“I think it might be on there twice.”

Artemis nodded, clearly satisfied with that answer.

“I actually came over to say goodnight,” Kingsley told them.

“Are you off?”

“I am. It’s tiring work, this politics. But I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Tiny. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

Charlie stepped backwards and averted his eyes so that Artemis could say goodbye to Kingsley in private. When he felt her return to his side, he held his hand out for Kingsley to shake.

“It was good seeing you again.”

“You too, Charlie,” said Kingsley, shaking the hand Charlie extended to him. “Perhaps you would like to go for a drink next time you are in the country. You can tell me more about those dragons of yours.”

“Yes, that sounds great. Thank you, Mr…” Charlie stopped mid-sentence and corrected himself. “Thanks, Kingsley.”

The Minister for Magic bowed his head, and walked off to find the bride and groom. Charlie turned back to Artemis and put his arms around her shoulders.

“No fancy dinner for us, then,” he said with a sigh. Artemis smiled as she leaned against him, playing with the ends of his loose bow tie.

“That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to you wearing the suit again.”

“I can just wear it around the house some time. You can feel free to do the same with that bra, if you like.”

“I dunno.” Artemis took her hands off Charlie’s tie, placed them on her ribcage, and started to wriggle. “It’s actually not that comfy.”

Charlie watched her as she squirmed.

“Is it not?” he asked. She shook her head, and her nose twitched. She was lying. “Should we go home and take it off?”

A wolfish smile played on Artemis’ lips. Charlie took her right hand in his left, and they went off to say their goodbyes before they left the marquee.

Outside, the night had grown colder still. Charlie let go of Artemis’ hand and draped his jacket over her shoulders. She held out her arm, and he took hold of it, and with a sound like a firecracker, they disappeared from the darkened garden of the Burrow, and reappeared in the hallway of Artemis’ old house.

It was strange, the way things changed, Charlie thought, as he kicked off his shoes, and she pushed his jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She’d lived here when she was a child, before he even knew her. Before the first time he ever saw her, eleven years old and tiny and dishevelled and lost and all alone.

She’d lived here when she was thirteen, the age she was the first time he hugged her, he thought, as he held her in his arms. She unbuttoned his shirt and let that fall to the ground, too. He took hold of her wrists to reposition her hands, the way he had when she was fourteen, and he taught her to ride a broomstick.

She led him up the stairs, and he followed her — he always followed her — hand in hand, like they had been at sixteen, clinging to each other for comfort in the middle of a storm. At the top of the stairs he unzipped her dress, and she stepped out of it, almost bare, and so vulnerable, as vulnerable as she had been at just seventeen, when she was going through the unimaginable. He’d been there then. He’d seen it. He’d seen her through it. She got through it. She always did.

Her hands were at his belt, and his trousers were removed, exposing his legs. He’d tried to run from his feelings, he really had. He’d managed it for years, but… she placed his hands on his chest — the chest that held his heart, the heart that beat for her — pushed him into the bedroom.

His lips met hers, the way they had that very first time, as adults, on the edge of the forest whilst the world burned and raged around them. He’d thought that it was all over, that it was the end for both of them. But it wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.

And as they sank down onto the bed — they’d had that first time in this very bed, too — and their bodies melted together, he knew that this was a beginning, too. Every moment, every single moment, was the first moment in the rest of their lives.

He’d loved her for half his life. He still loved her. And she loved him.

And that was enough.

It was enough.

“You know, after that I think I might be pregnant.”

At the sound of Charlie’s comment, Artemis lifted her head from his chest and stared at him. She was going to say something sarcastic, but at the sight of his boyish grin, she laughed instead. She lowered her head back down and felt his hands running through her hair. Placing her hand on his torso in front of her, she started to let her fingers dance over his skin, tracing patterns in his map of freckles like constellations. There was still one small doubt at the back of her mind.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you say that I’m a part of your family?”

Charlie’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath.

“I would, yeah,” he said, quietly. Artemis’ eyebrows stopped knitting together. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. Just something your mum said earlier, when she was trying to marry us off.”

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing really. Just that if we got married I’d be a real member of your family, that’s all.”

Charlie shifted his position so that he was propped up on his elbow, and Artemis moved off his chest.

“She said that to you?”

“It’s fine, Charlie.”

“No, it’s not.” Charlie shook his head, and brushed her cheek with his thumb. “That’s not okay, Artie. I’ll talk to her.”

Artemis blinked at him.

“What?” he said, and he raised his eyebrows at her. “I can do that now.”

“Do you want me to make you a certificate?”

“Very funny.”

“I mean, if you really want to talk to her about it, you can. You can do it when we go back to help take down the marquee tomorrow.”

“See, the thing is, I was thinking that maybe we don’t need to help. I mean, how many people does it take to put down a marquee, really? Maybe we just shouldn’t go.” At the look on Artemis’ face, Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I’m only joking. If you want me to mention it to her I will. Promise.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I actually spoke to your dad, and he said marriage was just a signature on a bit of paper and didn’t matter.”

“Definitely won’t be mentioning that to Mum.”

“Best not,” said Artemis, and she shuffled so that she and Charlie were lying face to face. “I just wanted to see what you thought, that’s all.”

“Right. Well, I’m with Dad on this one. You’re definitely my family.”

“I know that. I was thinking more about your actual family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I always thought that I was kind of one of you, like I belonged. But after your dad’s speech about loving us because we love you, and especially when your mum said that, it made me think that maybe the only reason they think I fit in is because you do. That they love me for you, and not for myself, if you see what I mean.”

“I do see what you mean, but that’s not how it is at all. I don’t come into the equation. They love you. Just you. How could they not?”

Artemis didn’t say anything. She rolled over to look up at the ceiling, where through the skylight she could see the moon but not the stars. She felt the mattress move, and knew that Charlie had done the same.

“Would you ever want to do all that?” he said, speaking into the darkness. “Get married and have babies and everything?”

Artemis frowned. She didn’t really like babies. As much as she loved Victoire and Dominique for the simple reason that they were Bill’s children and her goddaughters, she wouldn’t want to have to be the one with them strapped to her all day, every day. Not to mention that she still struggled to even look at little Teddy Lupin, the way her own mother had struggled to look at her. If that was any indication of what she’d be like as a parent, she was better off not being one.

And if Arthur was right, and marriage really was just a signature on a piece of paper and weddings were less fun when they were your own, what was the point? Especially if it meant sacrificing a part of yourself, like Ginny had been worried about, she wasn’t sure she wanted that either.

Yes, it would make Molly happy, but it wasn’t really Molly’s choice, was it? It was hers. She made her own choices. She did what she wanted. She was free.

“No,” she said eventually. “Never. What about you?”

“I don’t know. I kind of always thought that one day I’d get married and have children, but I’m not sure if that’s something I actually want or whether it’s just because that’s what everyone else does, and what they all expect me to do as well.” Artemis felt Charlie shrug beside her. “Maybe one day. Definitely not now, though.”

“But one day you might?”

“Maybe. I really don’t know.”

“And if you do, what then? What about me?”

There was a pause, and then Charlie sat up. He turned so that he was facing the headboard, and pulled Artemis upright so that she was sitting facing him. Keeping hold of her hands, he ran his rough fingertips over her palms.

“Artemis, I don’t know what I’m going to want when it comes to getting married or having children, but I do know that I’d never want to do all of that — any of that — with anyone but you.”

“But I don’t want to do any of that.”

“I know. Listen,” he put both of Artemis’ hands into his right, and placed his left on the side of her face, his thumb resting on the small scar on her right cheekbone. “If it comes to the point where I have to make a choice between having none of those things with you or having any one of those things with someone else, I’m going to choose you. I will always choose you.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“I’m more sure of that than I am of anything else in the world.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows at him.

“Even dragons?”

“Even dragons.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, slowly, and deeply, and lovingly. When their lips parted, they stayed with their foreheads resting together.

“You know, I don’t like babies, but I do like kittens,” Artemis whispered. “Maybe we could have some of those instead.”

Charlie pulled his head away from hers and frowned.

“How?” he asked, his expression of disconcertion growing more pronounced by the second.

“You can just buy them, Charlie.”

“Oh,” Charlie exhaled. He looked suddenly relieved. “I thought you meant as in…”

“Ugh, no!” Artemis recoiled from him. “How would that even work?”

“I don’t want to know,” Charlie muttered. He shuddered, and then composed himself again. “What about dogs? You like dogs, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’d prefer a cat.”

“You already have Fergus. Let’s get a dog.”

“No, a cat.”

“Dog.”

“Cat.”

“Baby?”

“Dog.”

Charlie smiled triumphantly.

“I’m glad we agree,” he said, and lay back down with his head on the pillow. Artemis stayed seated.

“Wait,” she said, twisting around to look at him. “So, does this mean we’re actually getting a dog, or was that a hyporhetorical thing?”

Charlie laughed, not unkindly, and reached out to stroke her arm.

“You know, I’m actually being serious. Let’s get a dog. A really big one. One I can train to pin you to the ground when you’re being annoying.”

Artemis batted him gently and he laughed again.

“You really want us to get a dog?” she asked.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“I heard. This just seems like a very laid back way to decide to get a dog, that’s all.”

“Do you want it to be more formal?”

“No, I just—”

“I can make it more official if you like,” Charlie sat back up. “Do you want me to get down on one knee?”

The daring look in his brown eyes and the smile causing his freckled cheeks to dimple were obvious, even in the very dim moonlight. Artemis reached up and pushed his red hair back from his ever-so-familiar face. That boy. That man. That person she’d grown to love. She smiled, as much to herself as to him.

“Yeah. I do.”

THE END

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Ophelia had not returned the next day, or the several days that followed. Every night she would find herself sneaking out of her dorm in search for the black door with the golden serpent handle, and each day she would return to her room sulking at her failure.

She wanted the halls and corridors of Hogwarts, returning to the same hallway she had found the Room of Requirements in, but it seemed her desperation to see the boy in the mirror was not enough to have the Room of Requirements open up to her.

The days had flown by, and the first task of the TriWizard competition hung over her. Death loomed over her, and it made her terrified.

Ophelia had thought that the Room of Requirements had brought her to Regulus because she needed help, but as her desperation grew, she found the room still denied her access. She had hoped the boy could help, but it seemed he was a momentary distraction she had been graced with.

There was only a week left now, until the TriWizard competition would begin.

It was a windy afternoon, the air was chill and the ground damp as Ophelia sat beneath a tree in the courtyard. The leaves had fallen off in clumps and laid beneath her in crumpled colours of brown and orange. She leaned back against the tree, forcing herself to focus on the words of the textbook in front of her and yet she found herself stuck on the same sentence for what must have been hours.

With the school day over, she didn’t have it within her to return to her room or walk around the school. She had just about given up reading, ready to put her book down and look out into the horizon instead, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sun setting before she was ushered inside by a frantic Filch.

Instead, it was Cedric who stole her attention away from the books her eyes roved over passively – he coughed sharply, and a glance up revealed his ashen face as he fiddled with his scarf. His eyes seemed to be looking through her, flickering between her brown eyes as though he was trying to seek some form of distraction himself.

“Cedric? Everything okay?”

He huffed, jaw clenching as he shook his head roughly. H walked closer, sitting at her side and leaning his head back against the tree.

“Harry spoke to me today,” she was surprised by that, she was sure that the boy would avoid Cedric after the horrible mockery he had been turned into thanks to a few Slytherins.

“Was he upset about the badges?”

Cedric let out a barked laugh, as though he was surprised by his own words, “no, he told me what the first task is.”

Ophelia’s brows raised in surprise, eyes wide as she turned to face him properly, “what?”

“I was as surprised as you, but that’s not why I’m here. The first task,” he rubbed a hand over his face in frustration, his voice lowering as he leaned closer towards her, “it’s dragons, Lia.”

A frown painted itself across her face as she felt her heart sink, dragons?

“You can’t be serious?”

Cedric leaned back, his face painted in its own version of fear, of worry and terror. He was just as scared as she was, how were they supposed to beat dragons?

“Dumbledore couldn’t have agreed to that. We could get hurt, we could die.”

There was a bitter smile on Cedric’s face, “that’s part of the contract though, isn’t it?”

Tears burned her eyes as she turned back to lean against the coarse bark, “are we going to die?”

Cedric answered her whisper with one of his own, his hand reaching out to hold her’s – “we’ll beat this. I believe in us.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, any thought of reading her book or watching the sunset had been violently washed from her mind as she thought of how she could survive the dragon.

Ophelia wasn’t sure there was a way, at least not with brute strength or powerful magic, but she wasn’t that strong or that advanced.

Ophelia didn’t return to her dormitory that night, had avoided Cedric’s pleading eyes and escaped Filch’s watchful eyes. She wandered the halls of Hogwarts once more, but this time there was no sense of desperation or overwhelming curiosity that had her searching out for the Room of Requirements.

There was a haunting sense of impending doom that loomed over her, a harrowing sensation that had her walk through the halls blindly as she tried to escape the feeling she was going to die.

Ophelia didn’t want to die.

That was when she heard it, the tell-tale sound of bricks shifting to reveal something more. She was afraid to turn, worried that the door that had been given was not the one she wanted, that the handsome stranger who lurked inside was once again out of reach.

She looked over her shoulder slowly, and there she saw it. The black door looked like a portal of shadows in the wisps of fire from the torches that lit the hallway, the golden handle gleamed under the light as she reached towards it.

She glanced at her hand as it came to rest under the serpent’s mouth, a thin scar replaced the deep scratch that had been inflicted upon her during her first visit.

The first time she had bled to access the door, it had been an accident. Now, she forced her eyes closed as she pressed her hand against the fanged teeth firmly, she inhaled sharply as she felt warm droplets tickle her skin before it dripped off like ruby pearls to collect in the mouth of the serpent.

The serpent moved, winding around to form a circular knob that she twisted with ease before throwing the door open.

The room looked jut as it had when she had first entered, it was a dark cobblestone room, the air felt humid and there was the barest of light streaming through unseen crevices.

She walked in hesitantly, eyes never straying from the reflective surface as she searched its every corner for a sign of him.

The door shut behind her, a quiet and ominous thud she prayed no one else had heard, her wand was out as she muttered a quiet ‘lumos maxima’.

“Regulus?”

Her voice was quiet as she rounded the chair to sit atop it, eyes wide and patient as she tried to look for him through her own reflection.

Ophelia heard him before she saw him, “you’re back?”

His voice sounded surprised, but she couldn’t blame him. She had been gone for days after a silent promise to return. She had said ‘perhaps’ but they both knew it was a promise to return, they both knew their curiosities ran too deep to leave questions unanswered.

But when she hadn’t come back, Regulus had felt like a fool for having hope that he had been found, that he could be saved. He was a desperate boy with limited options, and at the time it had seemed the girl who had stumbled upon him by accident was his very best one.

“I’m back.”

Silence echoed between them as Regulus made his way to the mirror, standing before it so Ophelia had to crane her head to look up at him. She frowned slightly, thinking she should apologise for not returning before realising she did not have much to apologise for. It wasn’t her fault the Room of Requirements didn’t let her in until now.

Surely, he had to understand that.

He simply nodded, staring at her with an imperceptive glint in his eyes.

“No nightgown today?” He quirked a brown, lips twitching to form a mischievous smile. Ophelia felt her cheeks heat at that, she cleared her throat slightly, “you wish, Black.”

He raked his eyes over her form, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her yellow and black scarf and gloves, “perhaps.”

There it was again, the stupid word. She scoffed but didn’t say much more. If she was being honest, it was because she didn’t know what to say.

“What brings you back now? You’ve left me alone for days.”

“How do you know it was days?”

His eyes dimmed a bit at those words, but he shrugged in a show of indifference, “it usually gets a little bit brighter in here.”

Her eyes flickered around the room she sat in, aware of how bright the room now sat because she had casted a spell but recalling how dim it had been when she first stepped foot into the room.

It must be horrible, to be trapped in such darkness with only your own voice as company. Ophelia was surprised Regulus hadn’t been driven to madness over the years he had spent trapped in here, marvelled at the fact he was still able to socialise and tease her despite the fact he had been left to stew in his own misery for over a decade.

Her pity must have shone in her eyes, because Regulus repeated his question again, “what brings you back here?”

She smiles tightly, “a distraction? An escape? I don’t know, I don’t think I want to find out.”

Regulus nods, irritated that she wouldn’t elaborate more, “something happen then?”

Ophelia watched as he began to pace around in front of the mirror, as though he was unsure of what to do with himself but knew he couldn’t avoid her with the lack of space he had.

“Dragons.”

Regulus paused; her voice was rasped dramatically but he could hear the way she forced her voice not to quake at the revelation- “dragons?”

She let out a shaky breath, “the first task. It’s dragons.”

Regulus laughed, a surprised laugh that melted into horrified chuckles as he repeated, “dragons? Merlin, you really are screwed, aren’t you?”

Ophelia rolled her eyes as she pushed herself from the seat, “you know what? Maybe it was a mistake coming back here.”

His laughs broke off, face still stretched into an expression of amusement as he raised his hands placatingly, “come on, don’t go. You have to admit it’s absurd, don’t you think? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Dumbledore’s trying to have his own students killed off.”

The truth was Regulus did know better, and still he had managed to find himself surprised.

“It’s a game, a challenge.”

“Challenged don’t usually end up with someone dying.”

“I’m not going to die.”

“Yeah, right.”

She looked at him, fury in her eyes but there was also a speckle of doubt, “I’m not going to die.”

A pitying smile tugged at Regulus’ lips, his shoulders raised in bafflement as he realised he actually felt sorry for the girl – she was terrified. Anyone with eyes could see it, she was terrified of dying and she had no clue what to do.

Maybe it’s because Regulus understood the sentiment so deeply that he made such an offer, maybe it was because he had also feared death so fiercely that he had trapped himself in a state of isolation, that he was able to understand her apprehension. Maybe it was because he understood her desperation, or maybe it was because he wanted to help her in a way no one had helped him.

“Let me show you.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, her lower lip jutting out as she titled her head in question. At the sight of her uncertainty, he continued, “let me help you win. Let me help you survive.”

She stood straighter at his words, they rang loudly in the quiet room, determination behind echoing in them, but they were also tainted by something more.

“But in return, you have to do something for me.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “do what?”

“I’ll let you know when the time is right.”

“How do you know I’m not lying then, if I agree?”

“When you agree, I have a way to ensure you fulfil the terms of our agreement.”

“Why should I trust you?”

“You shouldn’t. But if you want help to survive those dragons you’re so scared of-“

“I’m not scared of them,” she huffed with indignation, crossing her arms as she took a step back.

“If you want help to survive the dragons you have to face,” he amended, “the I think you should agree.”

Ophelia thought about it, ran through everything good and bad that could come out from such a decision. She didn’t know much about Regulus Black, only that he was Sirius’ brother, and she had not spoken to the man long enough to learn more than his name too.

Regulus could ask anything of her, could ask her to perform the darkest evils in his name. But he could also ask her of the simplest favours. The truth was, regardless of what he asked, there was a possibility she would be alive to carry it out.

At least a greater possibility of being alive than she had right now.

If she were to compete in the first task of the competition as she was now, she was she would lose her life and be turned to ashes. Such a fate, feeling her skin melt off her bones, the sensation of fire in her lungs, of not being able to breath as she was turned to dust – it was a fear so horrifying; it made her eyes well with tears and her throat burn.

Ophelia didn’t want to die, not when she had barely lived.

She wanted to wake up hot and stuffy on a summer’s morning, to run her hands through fields of bluebells and primroses, throw snowballs with her friends and sit under the reddened leaves on a warm autumn afternoon.

Maybe that was why she had agreed so readily, maybe that’s why she was ready to do whatever it takes.

“Okay.”

A subtle smirk graced Regulus’ face as his watchful eyes never left her own, as though he was assessing her, looking into her so deeply that he could see all her secret desires and heartfelt dreams.

“How are we going to do this?”

Regulus had the grace to smile now, a smile so broad and bright that Ophelia felt her breath catch in her throat. When she had first seen the boy, she had likened him to a stoic roman statue, his face angled and precise - handsome. Now he looked as though he was a glowing portrait, a picture of someone’s happiest moments streaked across a canvas – he looked beautiful.

“We are going to make an Unbreakable Vow.”

Ophelia felt the blood drain from her face, Regulus watching her expression of curiosity melt into one of dread on her ashen face – she had heard rumours of such magic, powerful and binding. An Unbreakable Vow, if broken, cursed the one who disobeyed to an unspeakable death.

But she needed to do this, because if she didn’t, she would die anyway.

Ophelia didn’t want to die.

#regulus black x reader #regulus black fic #regulus black smut #regulus black #regulus black x you #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x ofc #regulus black x oc #harry potter #hp marauders #hp fanfic #hp fandom #hermione granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #cedric diggory

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https-maxine-stuff · 1 year

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“The star-crossed lovers.”

10.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

"Is him loving me not enough for you!?" The young girl hissed. The older woman rolled her eyes.

"Can you actually just shut up? That would be great."

"How'd you confess to him huh? I'd love to bloody know."

"Astrid be quiet."

"No! I want to know! I want to know why your confession is the right way to go! After the Yule ball? Thats a tad embarrassing to say the least." The older woman glared at her younger self.

"No it wasn't! It was a rush of feelings."

"Same with mine! We both had a rush of feelings! We argued and I confessed that's how it happened!"

"I really hate you."

"Yeah! I hate you too!" She slammed her hands on the desk.

Older Astrid looked away.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"You look stressed." The blonde stared at her.

"Oh very,"

"Boyfriend problems?" He sat down next to her on the bleachers, Hufflepuff Quidditch practice.

"Something of the sort,,"

"..wanna talk about it?"

"You are being so out of character it's actually quite alarming." Astrid turned to Draco. The boy gasped.

"Am not!"

"Are to! You are being so nice, who are you and what have you done with my best friend, Draco Malfoy!" She pointed her finger accusingly.

"Oi! Get that finger out of my face you witch." He hissed.

"There he is."

"Never mind don't want to bother with this..anymore." He squinted his eyes at her then blinked them back to their normal shape.

"Why'd you squint?"

"To enhance the glare."

"Didn't work."

"Fuck you."

.・。.・゜✭・.

Astrid blinked for a few seconds and turned "Ronald is that you?" She could feel the stare of a ginger but assumed Ron nonetheless.

"Wrong! It's George." The tall lanky boy responded.

"Oh goodie! I actually needed a tall man's help, since Cedric is busy right now."

"Oh sure, what do you need?"

"Okay, so I really need that paint tin up there."

"The- the pink one?" He seemed amused.

"Yes, the pink one can you get it for me?" She smiled lightly.

"Yeah yeah sure." He had towered over her as he grabbed the pink paint tin handing it to her. “So you and Diggory?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah, me and Diggory..why?” She raised a brow.

“Well,, I was hoping it wasn’t true..I wanted to take you to the ball in all honesty.” He smiled lightly.

The ball had been announced as of recently.

“You did?” She chuckled. “Georgie you can get any girl you want, why me?”

“Because if I can get any girl I want why couldn’t I get, you?” His voice was soft.

“Because I’m Cedric’s,” she smiled.

“Yeah, and he seems like a good boyfriend minus all this tournament stuff.”

“Yeah true.”

.・。.・゜✭・.

Cedric sat down on the bed smiling at her as she was brushing her wet hair out. “So George might’ve told me he liked me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, nothing too serious.. just wanted to take me to the ball.”

“The ball? That’s my position not his.” He huffed, she turned to him and cupped his face.

“Oi, no getting jealous we both already know I’m going with you,” she smiled.

“Yeah you better be,” he smiled as-well kissing her face.

“What do you mean I can’t go with him!? And- a pink frilly dress you are out of your bloody mind.” Astrid hissed at the older woman.

“Oi! The dress is beautiful so be quiet, anyways you are going with George.”

“No I am not! I’m going with Cedric, you hag.”

“Hag?! Oh my gods was I always this stubborn??”

“I don’t know figure it out but I would rather DIE than wear that.”

“Oh my god.”

“Ugh.”

.・。.・゜✭・.

Hermione stared at her.

“What are you looking at, Mione.”

“You.” Astrid blinked a few times and raised a brow.

“Why?”

“..What’s it like to have nice boyfriend.”

“Huh?”

“Astrid, what’s it like to have a nice boyfriend?”

“Uhm well,, it’s nice he gets jealous sometimes and it’s kinda hot..don’t tell him that. But uhm it’s pretty nice.”

Hermione seemed to like that answer and turned away but turned back “oh your books! I have them in my dorm if you need them.”

“I’ll be okay I don’t need them.” She smiled “you can return them by the end of the year Herm.” Astrid pushed away from the table collecting her notes.

Harry and Ron seemed to be in conversation about the ball.

“Hermione..your a girl..” he whispered.

“Well spotted.” She stared at him. Astrid raised a brow, Ron began to make dancing motions and then got smacked by Snape Astrid held back a laugh as she handed him her book.

.・。.・゜✭・.

“What color are we going to wear?” She asked Cedric.

“Hm, I want to wear black.”

“Same here.”

“So we both wear black?”

“Yeah,”

“I can wear some gold pieces too!” He smiled so there’d be a little color difference.

“You are so smart my boy,” she kissed his cheeks.

“Mmm I love being smart earns me kisses.”

“Always,,” she hummed sitting down next to him, his arms around her waist as they just sat there in silence.

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darling-akane · 2 years

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The other woman - Neville Frank Longbottom (Chapter one)

"Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"

(Okay so this may be dumb but there are two y/ns but I did add two different characters who most people like to ship with Neville, so you can choose who to be, also inspired for the classic movie and my personal favorite, Corpse Bride )

Victoria (Hannah Abbott/Luna Lovegood/Yn Ln)

Victor (Neville Longbottom)

Emily (Y/n L/n)

You get to choose who you want to be!

•

With his eyes staring down, focusing, his hand gripping on his quill, the link coming out of the tip, leaving lines, circles, and swirls around the page, a drawing, of a butterfly landing on the leaf of a plant, finishing up the last touches, he signs the bottom of the page,

Neville Frank Longbottom,

Admiring of his work, he puts his quill down to the side, his eyes looking up a bit as he stares at the butterfly he captures, looking away for a bit, he closes his notebook, putting it away with the others, he looks back up to the butterfly, who was stuck in a glass jar, standing up from his seat, his arms out, both hands reaching for his window, to open, him facing the glass jar as he moves his hand, lifting it up, letting the butterfly fly free, the beautiful blue butterfly flied around him, making Neville turned, almost following the insect, stopping as the lovely butterfly flies away, leaving his room, making its way out to the window,

Neville took a peak outside, seeing the villagers working, greeting each other, saying 'good morning,' Neville turned his head as he hears the town crier with his bell, waving, he yells, "Here ye, here ye! Ten minutes to go till Longbottom's wedding rehearsal!" he calls out, waving his bell, Neville gulped as he heard the time he has left, "Right, marriage," he gulped again, fixing his suit, as well as his tie, he noticed that his Gran's carriage arrived in front of his home, he could hear her telling him to come down already, telling him to hurry up, he could already see his uncle down, waiting for Augusta and Neville to come down,

The front door opened as Augusta, Neville's Gran, made her way out of her home, clearing her throat, she speaks to Algie, Neville's uncle, "It's a beautiful day," She says, Algie nods in agreement, "It's a rather nice day,"

"A day of a glorious wedding!" She says proudly, Algie cleared his throat, "A rehearsal, my sister-in-law, to be perfectly clear," he reminded her, she rolls her eyes as she scoffs, "yes, of course, of course, a rehearsal for a glorious wedding," she said, fixing up her robes, Algie gets a hold of her hand, helping her get inside the carriage, "Finally, my grandson is getting married, oh how fast the day as come," She says as she takes a seat, taking a peak from the small window, trying to find her grandson, she let out a groan as there was no sight of Neville, "Where is that boy? We might be late!"

"Be patient, he's probably nervous, that's how he is," Algie replied, taking a seat next to her, she nods her head in agreement, her leg moving up and right as she waited for her grandson, being impatient, it's no lie that Neville Longbottom is a rather shy boy, prefers to be on his garden, planting and caring for his plants, or being in his room, playing with his piano, or drawing in his notebook, just him alone with his thoughts,

And there he is, getting married with a girl he never once met or talk to, turns out, she went to his school, it did blow his mind that he will be marrying a stranger,

But he had to shake those thoughts away, no matter how scary or terrifying it is, he had to step out of his room, step out of the house, take a step inside the carriage, and prepared to step inside her home, where the rehearsal with be held,

•

Her eyes looking down where her hands are laying on top of her thighs, she tries to calm her breath as the lovely sweet old maid help her with her corset, tightening it up, she let out a gasp as she could feel her breath leaving out of her mouth, "My apologizes, my dear, but you know-"

"I know my mother order to, no need to apologizes, I understand," she let out a soft smile as the sweet old lady nods her head slowly, she proceeds to do what she was told, she could hear her sigh, "Oh Hildegarde, what if Neville and I don't-" she needed to stop her sentence as Hildegarde pull the strings again, "-like each other-"

She turned her head away as she could hear in the entrance of her room a scoff, her mother standing in front of the door, with her father on the side, "As if that has to do with marriage, do you suppose your father and I like each other?" she said in a harsh tone, looking to the side in disgust as she rolls her eyes, her husband doing the same, (Hannah/Luna/Yn) cleared her throat as she spoke, "Surely, you must- a little?" Both of her parents were taken back with her sentence, they both at the same time took a look of each other, both scoffing as they replied at the same time, "Of course not!" they said in a defense tone, her mother wanted the subject to change, she speaks again, "Get those corsets laced properly. I can hear you speak without gasping," she said mainly to the old maid, Hildegarde nods her head immediately, tightening the lace even tighter,

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

HOW TO REQUEST

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— requests can be send through inbox or dms, but inbox is heavily encouraged!

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS “_____ x reader fluff” WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION!! GIVE ME A PLOT LINE!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

#marlee organization <3

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lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber · 5 months

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Come again, Needle Noggin?

Hello there!

You can call me Cal (He/They), I’ll be your resident writer this morning/afternoon/evening!

Some details about your lovely time here:

I write for:

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi Wan

Luke Skywalker

Din Djarin

Ashoka Tano

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Loki Laufesyon

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

And a couple more that i’ll add once i think of them

Harry Potter: (all either in 7th year or aged up, besides the adults)

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

Newt Scammander

X-Men:

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Logan Howlett

Scott Summers

Alex Summers

Jean Grey

Hunger Games:

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mallark

Coriolanus Snow

Lucy Gray Baird

Sejanus Plinth

The Bear:

Carmen Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Saltburn:

Oliver Quick

Felix Catton

I also have peaky blinders/cillian murphy blog @red-write-hand, i write cool stuff and can talk over there :]

RULES FOR REQUESTS:

Remember to add in your request:

words count

pairing (x reader, x oc, x canon character)

trope (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut)

maybe a summary?

I dont do:

incest

dubcon

noncon

nothing with minors (ONLY ACCEPTING REQUESTS WHERE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP)

vomit/piss/scat

anything with actual people (such as actors, some exceptions are if i specifically say so)

NOTHING BIGOTED (transphobia, homophobia, racism, fatphobia, etc.)

I will write:

close to everything else!

just give me some time, i'm kinda slow, i will get out more headcanons out than fics but those will still get published :]

Last thing, sorry for keeping you...

BE NICE :)

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dark-roleplay-finder · 10 months

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Hi everyone! My name is Amber and I’m 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her and it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these but I’ve rewatched all the Harry Potter movies and I’m kinda obsessed all over again. So long story short I’m just looking for some fellow Harry Potter roleplayers! I’m just craving to write pls someone😭😩 I’ve got so many ideas in my head and they won’t go away ahhaha.

I write on discord and I usually go past/ up to the 2,000 word limit on there! I’m detailed and add characterisation and detail to all the characters I play. I can play multiple characters and I’m comfortable with almost everything! I like writing smut but it’s not necessary, and I prefer dark themes but I also love fluff, angst ect ect. I love talking about our characters and sending things that make us think about our characters back and forth. I’m Oc friendly and love Oc x cc! I only double up as I am able to write more that way and the rp doesn’t die out that way. I also love having multiple threads but it’s not necessary!! Other things I absolutely love are stranger things, Harry styles, don’t worry darling, fresh, marvel and so many other things! Those are also the other fandoms I’m willing to do but there are more so feel free to ask if you want! I’d also love for someone to play draco for me but I’d also be willing to play draco for you too!

Here are the fandoms I do and the characters I’m comfortable with playing- they’ll be in bold and the ones I’m most interested in playing will have a star next to them:

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley*, George Weasley*, Cedric diggory*, Tom riddle*, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, ginny Weasley, Hermione granger, Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix, neville longbottom, Seamus and many more!

Marvel: Tony stark, Steve Rogers*, Bucky barnes*, the winter soldier* Clint, Bruce banner, Thor, Loki*, Peter Parker, Wanda, Natasha and many more!

Stranger things: Henry creel/001, Vecna*, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson*, Billy Hargrove*, Nancy wheeler, Mike wheeler, will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jason carver, Chrissy Cunningham, eleven, argyle, Jonathan Byers, Jim hopper and lots more!

Don’t worry darling: Jack chambers, Frank, Alice

Fresh: Steve, noa

The walking dead: Rick grimes, Shane Walsh, Carl grimes, Negan, Dwight, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Beth and tons more!

I also do celebs and everything! If any of this interests you feel free to like this post and I’ll get back to you!! Thank you so much!(:

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

#roleplay #roleplay ad #1x1 rp #dead dove roleplay #18+ rp #literate rp #harry potter rp #double up rp #marvel rp #stranger things rp #don’t worry darling rp #fresh rp #the walking dead rp

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jada-lockwood · 6 months

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Hey so I’m coming on here for some fic recs. these are some of my favourite fanfics and most are completed (will specify down below). There are from multiple fandoms so I will be sure to mention which they are in and what the general tropes are.

Private message me for links, I will be happy to send them over :)

HARRY POTTER:

Marauders era:

dirty old town by WizardGod

Regulus Black x muggle reader

Alastair Moody’s niece takes in regulus after he defects from the deatheaters

Angst >> arguing and yelling

Posh prick regulus

Fake dating

Enemies to lovers

Smut

Trauma > hurt regulus > hurt/comfort

Happy ending

Fluff

Evan Rosier being a golden retriever

Complete>> 38 chapters and 286,984 words

Golden trio era:

Oh God Not Again! by Sarah1281

Harry gets sent back in time

Decides to fuck shit up while he can

Saving some people who would have died

Running gag that his scar is psychic

Marketing off of himself

Humour

Harry and Draco are friends

Complete>> 50 chapters and 150,710 words

The Black Sparrow by TheIdeaOfSarcasm

Regulus raising Harry

Angst

Jegulus

Wolfstar

Jily (not at same time as jegulus)

No lily bashing

Dumbledore bashing

Drarry

Fluff and smut

Badass Regulus

Badass Harry

Running on air by eleventy7

Drarry

Draco has been missing for 3 years

Harry is assigned to his case

Harry falls in love with Draco through memories

Slow burn

Happy ending

Complete

Veiled by 60coyote

Dramione

Post war

Ron Weasley bashing

Met at a masquerade event

She knows who he is but he doesn’t know who she is.

She asks him to find out who she is

8th year

Brief mention of spiking and description of spiking but no one is taken advantage of

Sub!Draco / Dom!Hermione

In progress

The Trouble With Wanting by WrathOfMacy

Hermione granger x Fred Weasley

Ron Weasley bashing

Molly Weasley bashing

Cute stolen moments

Smut

Fluff

Secretly dating

In progress

As long as I am here by Sehnsucht88

Harry Potter x sister!oc

Bill Weasley x oc

Dumbledore bashing

Molly Weasley bashing

Ron Weasley bashing

Theo Nott x Harry Potter

Dramione

Harry saved from dursleys

LGBT+ friendly

Badass oc

Adopted/taken in hermione

In progress updates regularly

LUCIFER:

Our Bodies, Possessed by Light by lilaestheticsnhope

Lucifer x reader

Friends with benefits

Fake dating / undercover work

Hurt lucifer

Hurt reader

Angst

Smut

Fluff

Complete>>45 chapters and 263,535 words

MARVEL:

Harmless by shurisneakers

Bucky barnes x reader

Dr doofensmirtz and Perry vibes

She’s the inventor, he’s instructed to keep an eye on her

She’s mildly dangerous, mostly harmless

Shameless flirting

Enemies/rivals to friends to lovers

Not wanting to admit feelings

Lighthearted

Fun to read

Enjoyable to reread

Complete>> 23 chapters and 118,356 words

#ao3 fanfic #fic rec #reader insert #angst #fluff #smut #jegulus #dramione #drarry #lucifer morningstar #harry potter #marvel #bucky barnes

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castielli · 2 years

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How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader.

MASTERLISTS:

MOVIES/TV SHOWS

KDRAMA/KPOP

OCs PROFILE:

@nathan-ocs

Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock/Venom

Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

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nebulablakemurphy · 7 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 16)

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content

Part 15

The first thing Scorpius notices is the sound of birds chirping. He is outside. Outside and someone is talking. Slowly he forces his eyes to open, blinking up at the sun.

“Scorpius!” That voice.

“Albus!” Albus is back, he’s here and hugging him.

“Thank god.” Rose. She’s there too. The three of them embracing, on the side of the train tracks, exactly where they left. It worked! It worked.

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“We can try scrying for them,” Rosanna suggests, “I know it’s a gray area, but it’s not actually dark magic.”

They’re desperate, they’ll try anything.

“Go for it.” Harry nods, summoning a map.

“I’ll do it.” Draco says, with a hand to his wife’s back. Dark arts, or morally gray arts, is his department.

Rosanna shakes her head, “we’ll do it together, it’ll be more powerful. Blood of our blood, not just mine or yours.”

She’s right.

“Fine,” Draco nods. Producing his wand, “we seem to be doing a lot of blood magic, these days, you and I.” He uses the tip to slice across her palm and his.

“Don’t tell the minister,” Rosanna smirks over at Hermione, “or we’re never beating the allegations.”

“I was saving this for the next time you were miffed at me,” Draco says, tugging a perfectly wrapped parcel from his pocket, “but I’m hoping, since Scorpius helped pick it out, it might help to locate his magic.” Draco flicks his wand and the wrapping disappears.

“It’s beautiful,” Rosanna says. Taking the chain and holding it over the map as she waits for Draco’s hand to join hers. A star, set with a tapestry of diamonds, a constellation. “Thank you.”

“I aim to please.” Draco curls his fingers around hers, allowing their blood to mingle, spotting the map.

The room is silent after that, to concentrate.

Scorpius.

Where are you, Scorpius?

The tip of the pendant lands…smack on top of their current location.

“It didn’t work,” Ron says, peeking over his wife’s shoulder, all huddled around the desk.

Draco moves away, taking out his handkerchief and coming around the table to press it under Rosanna’s nose.

“What?” Her brows furrow.

“You’re bleeding,” Draco explains, “you can’t push like that.” Her magic is different now, especially in such close proximity to his.

“That’s why it didn’t work?” Ginny asks. Is there still hope of finding the children this way?

“I think…we’re too-“ Draco struggles to word it. “If we scry together, our magic will assume we’re trying to find each other.”

“You try without me.” Rosanna suggests, taking the fabric from him and holding it herself.

Draco presses his lips to her temple, before stepping away. He’s got the necklace, attempting to clear his mind again-

The door swings open.

A blonde, a brunette and a redhead.

“Mum!” Scorpius charges in. “Dad!”

Draco is frozen, solid, in shock, after all this time the three of them come waltzing in the door?

Rosanna stumbles forward, desperate to reach her son, as the room erupts into joyful chaos.

Scorpius catapults himself into her arms.

“My baby.” She’s hugging him back, smoothing down his hair.

His mum, with a kind word and gentle hands, his mum who loves him so much that the sight of him moves her to tears.

“Don’t cry, I’m here. You never have to be sad again, I fixed it. I fixed everything for you. I fixed it for dad. We’ll all be safe now, all of us together, please don’t cry. I love you, don’t cry.”

“What do you mean?” Rosanna pulls back, enough to see his face.

“I have the memories, to prove dad’s sacrifice turned the tide of the war. I have those memories, I can extract them…or you can and put them in a penesive for the wizengamont to see.” Scorpius explains, as a second set of arms envelope him.

“Never do anything like that again.” Draco breathes, resting his chin atop of his son’s head.

“I promise.” Scorpius gives his word.

“My boy; six pounds, seven ounces, twenty inches long-” Dixie always measured them in pounds and inches…

“Dad,” Scorpius leans into him. His father who worried about being a good father, his father who adored him, since before he was born. “I understand that you’re upset with me, but I’d do it again. You’re one of the best people I know. It’s not fair, the things people say about you. You don’t deserve it. You’re a hero.” Scorpius shifts slightly, finding his father’s eyes. “You’re my hero.”

“But how did you get those memories?” Rosanna asks, as Draco continues staring at his son.

“Delphi gave me a time turner.”

“My Delphi?” Rosanna breathes.

“She wanted to go herself but she couldn’t, because the ministry was on lockdown after the files got stolen.”

“And what makes you think that wasn’t her too?” Draco bites out.

“Draco, if she wanted to out us, there’s a hundred different ways for her to do it. I don’t think she did this.” Rosanna meets his eyes.

“Then who?” Draco demands.

“I say we put our focus there, figure out who infiltrated the ministry.”

“There is one more thing about Delphi.” Scorpius scratches the back of his neck.

“What?”

“It’s true that her parents are dead. Her parents were Voldemort and Bellatrix. I can show you, one of the places I went, Voldemort had Leo and you had Delphi. No one would talk about it. Like you knew but couldn’t acknowledge it.”

“What happened to Leo?” Rosanna wonders.

“I don’t…” Maybe it’s best that he doesn’t know. “They said she was troubled, that’s all I know.”

Draco swallows, harshly.

“Rabastan insists that Voldemort did father a child, he was under the impression that it was Leo, because,” Rosanna breaks off. “He said Voldemort hid the child in plain sight, in the manor. But it wasn’t me, it was Bellatrix.”

“Voldemort believed Leo was the one who would bring his victory, perhaps he never intended for us to keep her. Biological we had to be her parents, in order to fulfill the prophecy.” Draco’s eyes flit about the room, searching for some unforeseen threat. “Maybe his plan was always to trade a child for a child.”

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Delphi turns herself in quietly, to Rosanna, the next day. Pleading for forgiveness, “I’m so sorry, Rosanna-”

“How could you do this?” Rosanna closes the door behind her.

“I saw how you were after Draco was charged and I panicked. You didn’t deserve to go through it again.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Delphi.”

“Of course I do.” The younger woman scoffs. “You took me in when I had no one. You were patient and you taught me, you believed in me. I only ever wanted to help you.”

Rosanna draws in a deep breath. “Will you show me?”

“Yes.” Delphi nods, “anything.”

Anything comes in the memories of a little girl, growing up in an orphanage. A child who has no one. But as she grows, she becomes sure of herself. She knows that she wants to do good in the world. And so she does.

She’s different from other children, she can do things they can’t, and when she is old enough, she sets off to find out why that is. Delphi is seventeen when she leaves the orphanage with nothing, not a penny to her name.

She finds refuge on a strange bus that appears out of nowhere and can stretch and shrink to fit between cars. She rides for days on end, because she is going nowhere, she has nowhere to go.

The more she learns about the wizarding world, the more she finds herself. Working odd jobs for a few years, learning everything she can about magic, before deciding setting her sights on an open position at the wizengamont.

She starts at the bottom, pushing papers, delivering mail, so on and so forth until she finds a job she likes. Working for renowned legillimen, Rosanna Malfoy.

When a man named Rabastan Lestrange begins writing her from Azkaban, claiming to her uncle, Delphi isn’t sure what to think. He tells her about Voldemort and Bellatrix, how she is their child and how they were murdered. How angry she should be at Harry Potter and his lot for their downfall.

He wants her to help him and when she declines, Rabastan tells her that she will regret it. There’s no one to turn to, no one she can tell. Because how can she tell Rosanna that she is Voldemort’s daughter? She can’t and so she doesn’t, instead she doubles down watching over the ministry, trying to keep everyone safe.

When news breaks that a boatload of sealed case documents have been leaked, Delphi is in shambles. She tries to hide it, to maintain that nothing is wrong. Delphi can fix it with a time turner.

Only now, the ministry is on lockdown, she can’t do it herself. She decides that one of Rosanna’s children, who are still attending Hogwarts, is the best bet. And when the crowd at King’s Cross Station separates Scorpius from his parents, she knows it has to be him.

She never wanted to hurt him, she even charmed the time turner to bring him back to present day, in twenty minute intervals, just incase he wound up in trouble.

She’s sorry. She’s sorry, she’s so sorry.

Rosanna breaks away from Delphi’s mind, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I was so worried about Scorpius. Finding out that you were the one who put him in danger… you hurt me, Delphi.

I confided in you about so many things during your internship and you were there for me when I needed a sounding board or just someone to talk to.

I don’t know if we can ever get back to that, but I want you to know I’m not abandoning you. I just wish you’d told me sooner.”

“Me too.” Delphi says, resting her cheek against the back of Rosanna’s hand.

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The rest of the week is spent extracting Scorpius’ memories, acquired with the time turner. It doesn’t hurt. His mother makes sure it never hurts, even if that slows the process.

Draco spends days going in circles with Rabastan.

Who stole the files from the ministry?

You knew Rosanna didn’t carry Voldemort’s child, why are you so interested in her?

Harry is there, observing his partner, recording the results. Eventually they leave, with more questions than answers.

Draco has long retreated to his office by the time Rosanna comes looking for them.

“You should go to him.” Harry tells her, quill scribbling, wildly.

“I can help with the report first,” she offers.

“I’ll handle the paperwork.”

“Are you sure?”

Harry sighs, scrubbing a hand over his forehead. “I don’t pretend to understand exactly what goes on between the two of you, but you’re all he wants in the world. You should go to him.”

So she does, finding her husband staring out the back window of his office.

“Draco?”

“Sweetheart,” he drawls, holding his stance.

“Is there anything I can do?”

His hands curl into fists at his sides, “I would advise you leave this room until I collect myself.”

“Did I do something?”

“Lestrange’s head is full of you. He’s quite…taken.”

“Oh.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Rosanna assures him.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to pour all that you are into something, make it well and truly yours, then everyone wants to take it from you?”

“Actually, yes, I do.” Everyone is always trying to take him away from her.

Draco turns to face her, pupils blown wide.

Rosanna closes the space between them, cupping his cheek. “The only thing to do is quit our jobs and hole up in the manor.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

She lifts a shoulder, flicking open the top buttons of her dress shirt. “Would you settle for fucking me on your desk?”

Draco chortles. “You are a menace.”

“My husband tells me all the time.” Rosanna teases, perching herself on the edge of the desk.

“And what else does your husband tell you?” Draco follows, loosening his tie and slipping it off.

“He tells me that I have the terrible morning breath, then kisses me anyway.”

Draco’s lips find hers, cradling her head as he lies her back on the desktop, flinging parchment and ink to the floor without care.

“He tells me that I’ll be the death of him.” Rosanna murmurs, against his mouth, “he tells me I have the prettiest cunt in the world.”

“Your cunt is a masterpiece.” Draco stands behind that statement. “You are a masterpiece.”

She smiles, “and you are insufferable, Malfoy.”

“Draco,” he chides her, charming off the remainder of her clothes. To her, he wants to be Draco.

“You are insufferable, Draco.” Rosanna nuzzles her nose against his.

His lips trail over her cheeks, past her jaw, down her throat and collarbones. Open mouthed kisses against the swell of her breasts before finally closing his mouth around her right nipple, rolling it to a taut peak with his tongue.

Her hands busy themselves in his hair, holding him to her.

His teeth graze her pebbled flesh and she arches up toward him. “Fuck,” she whines.

After a moment, he moves to the other breast, plucking at the abandoned nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re mine,” he croons.

“Uh huh.” Rosanna nods.

Draco huffs a laugh, she’s rather agreeable in this state. He could say anything and she wouldn’t object.

Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. With a snap of her fingers, he’s disrobed, cock resting between them. “More.”

“I’ve spoiled you absolutely rotten, haven’t I?”

“Yes,” Rosanna hums.

“That’s what I wanted, you know? From the moment I saw you, I wanted to take you apart, put you back together. Steal you away and keep you safe, so safe. I wanted to take care of you forever.” Draco confesses, tracing freckles over the bridge of her nose.

She catches his hand, kissing at his fingers, his palm, down to his wrist. “I want to take care of you too, Draco. I want you to let me. If you’re having a shitty day, come to me. Let me comfort you.”

His eyes search hers. “You do take care of me, Rosanna. In more ways than you’ll ever know.” He’s inside her then, drawing his torso away for leverage. Shifting one of her legs up to his shoulder and fucking her deep, the tip of him meeting her cervix.

She gasps, lacing their fingers together. “I want to make you happy.”

“You do,” he turns to nuzzle against her calf and pepper soft kisses there. “There is nothing I enjoy more than you.” Draco grips the front of her thigh, driving into her faster.

Rosanna’s breath leaves her in staccato puffs, little whimpers that only spur him on.

“Once I had my bearings I would’ve come to you. I always come to you, don’t I?”

“Yes, but,” she breaks off in a sob as he adjusts the angle.

“Just there?” He bullies that spot inside her.

“You can come to me without your- fuck-bearings.”

Draco grins down at her. “You like me rough around the edges? Moody? Gets you off?”

“Yes.” Rosanna pants out, “I like it when you let me see all of you, not just the parts you like. I love all of you, every bit of you.”

“Fuck,” Draco feels himself swell, he’s close. Prettiest girl with the prettiest lips and the prettiest words just for him, as he drowns his sorrows in her pretty little cunt. So sweet around him, clenching tight. His fingers find her clit, rubbing hard, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Draco.”

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“I want to cum.”

He lets her, hot and hard, all over his cock, until there are tears spilling from the corners of her pretty brown eyes.

Draco huffs out a low groan as his release rushes over him.

Rosanna’s mouth is curved into a content smile by the time Draco lowers her leg and collapses on top of her. His hair is still held in a low ponytail, though slightly disheveled. She removes the elastic, smoothing it out with her fingers.

“Must we always with the hair, darling?” Draco murmurs, against the crook of her neck.

“Yes,” Rosanna informs him, “we must.”

Draco bites back a grin. “You are insufferable, Malfoy.”

Part 17

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