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The Jazz Overlord

Alastor x Reader

1.6k words

Alastor finds himself wrapped ‘round the classiest sinner in the Pentagram.

Warnings: Stalking, Valentino, lovesick(?) Alastor, fluff

In the heart of the pride ring stood an expensive jazz club. Inside you’ll find the classiest demons, imps, overlords, you name it. So it wasn’t a surprise an overlord such as Alastor lingered in the crowds. He often found himself at ease as he sat in his private booth. Jazz was his favorite genre, even back when he was alive. Every once and a while his mother would take him to their local pub, listening to jazz all night long. Despite the soothing nostalgia, another factor drew him towards the club. A melody he couldn’t seem to resist as it grasps him in a chokehold.

His eyes stayed glued to the songbird on stage, feeling warm and enthralled. His smile widening at the sight of you. No one knew how you managed, but you snuck up on Hell. You had appeared one day, singing all around the pentagram. Some say your voice was mesmerizing. Some say it was so alluring to the point of total submission. Sinners under your contract never disclosed how it happened as they themselves don’t even recall it. That’s what made you so dangerous. You were so unpredictable, so discrete. Even the most powerful overlords stay wary of you, the infamous jazz overlord.

Your enchanting notes hung in the air as sinners slumped staring at you in a daze. You sang to the point every sinner in sight was entranced. Chuckling, you made your way down the stage and towards the closer sinner. “Hello, darling.” You grinned as he looked up in a daze, “How would ya feel if you worked for me?” you cooed alluringly. You were in need of some staff members after all. The sinner’s eyes bulged at your offer before nodding ferociously. You hummed contentedly, summoning a contract, “Such a doll you are,” you smiled as you signed the contract and handed him a quill, “Just sign right here.” You gestured to the blank line on the bottom of the contract. The sinner nodded and started signing without any hesitation. Your grin widened as a powerful glow sealed the contract; the familiar chain made its way into your hand, indicating soul ownership. “Thank you for your service,” you pat his head, “Now you head on home and have a good rest. I’ll see ya in the morning,” You watched as the sinner obeyed and walked out the club. Humming, you faced the next sinner, “Hey there.”

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor watched with curious eyes. He found it amusing how you showed no empathy towards these sinners, taking advantage of their states for soul-binding contracts. Interesting, he thought, amused at your antiques. He watched as you collected and contracted a handful of souls, sending them back home without a care in the world. Once you’ve rounded up enough sinners, you make your way back to the stage, acting as if you’ve done nothing wrong. You scanned the room one last time before snapping your fingers. You watched as every sinner in the room came back to their senses, confusion sprouting throughout the club. You were quick to avert their attention to you as you hummed a tune. Your voice managed to wash away their worries once more, leaving your schemes forgotten.

Alastor chuckled quietly, glancing at his shadow. “Keep your eyes on her,” he spoke to it, watching as it wisped away into the shadows. His smile grew larger and took one last glance at your figure. You looked completely harmless. If only people knew what he knew. He straightened himself up before making his way out of the club and back to the hotel.

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You walked along the streets, head held high as sinners kept their distance. “Y/n, amorcito!” an all too familiar voice rang throughout the air. You looked up to find yourself right outside of VVV Tower. Sighing, you faced the insufferable moth, “Valentino.” His mouth formed into a twisted grin, taking your hand and giving it a long lick, “My offer still stands, you know?” You grimaced, wiping his drugged spit off, “Yet my answer stays the same.” Valentino’s face scowled, “I insist you take it.”

You rolled your eyes, showing him lightly, “No.”

Usually Valentino would stop here but he was persistent today. “I can make you a star,” he purred inching way too close for your comfort, “Think of the press, the articles, the headlines—Classy Songbird Gets Gangbanged By Staff Mem—“ A harsh slap rang throughout the air, gasps followed soon after. “Fuck—what the hell?” he snarled at you, “I’m trying to help you, you ungrateful whore!”

You scoffed, “And I said no.” Valentino’s fist clenched, moving to strike you. As you moved to defend yourself, a wisp of a shadow knocked him off balance. You watched as the moth angrily squeaked as the shadow tormented him. You were in no mood to get messy, so you took this as an opportunity to leave unharmed. Once you were far enough, the shadow ceased its assault and crawled back into the city shadows. Valentino panted as he stood disheveled, “What the fuck?”

As you walked away, curiosity trapped you in its grasp as you wondered what had caused the incident moments prior. It was all so sudden and you stayed wondering who was brave enough to stand up for you. As you continued your stroll, a sudden movement caught your eye as it hid back into the darkness. You hummed, looking at your shadow, “Find it.” The shadow’s ‘eyes’ brightened and zoomed towards the dim abyss.

You snickered and turned to see a group of sinners huddled watching something behind glass. Sinners made way for you as you looked to see the commotion. You stared down at the TV as it announced the new extermination date, Six months shorter? Ain’t that nice, you hummed before turning back around. Today has been eventful and you wanted to go home.

”Thank you,” you waved a Hellborn away, finishing your list of errands for today.

Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you made your way back home, only to stumble on an old poster. Quirking a brow, you bent over to pick it up and analyze it. The Hazbin Hotel, you read, some sick fucks you are if you think you’d get redeemed, you chuckled. Home can wait, you thought and looked over the address once more. Oh, this’ll be fun, you thought and chuckled into the musty air.

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“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,“ Charlie paused and awed mid-sentence at the ravishing overlord in front of her, “a place of redemption and rehabilitation.” By now, everyone had their eyes trained on the visitor. “Why this is,” you said as you looked around, “abysmal, but it can manage.” The princess looked around nervously, “Well—“ you were quick to dismiss her and walked further into the hotel. The more steps you took, the more you observed. You glanced at the bar, only to be greeted by a grumpy cat and a flirty spider, “Hey there, ya look lost.” You smiled at the arachnid, “This hotel is as entertaining as watching paint dry,” you hummed, “Nothing a little jazz could help with!” The cat curled a brow at your sudden enthusiasm. Everyone watched as you snapped your fingers to a nice rhythm. With each snap, equipment appeared. Soon enough, a well-decorated stage stood in the middle of the hotel lounge.

Charlie walked up towards you, thanking you for the sudden appearance and gift. Your eyes shined at the princess, “Nonsense, Miss Morningstar! Anything for the royal family.” Chuckling, you whistled into the air, summoning a band and singers, “I gift you a plethora of my most elite jazz members,” you gestured to where they stood on the stage, “It’s like I’ve always said, modernism seems cool, but it’s nowhere unique as—“

“Old-school,” The radio demon chirped from the shadows, causing you to face him. “That’s, that’s right,” you straightened yourself up, ��You must be a regular.” You watched as he stepped forward, “Alastor, pleased to see the jazzy songbird themself so up close.” You grinned, “Pleased to meet you as well,” you observed the deer from head to toe, “What a…prominent color scheme you have.” An awkward silence clouded the room as everyone stared at the two overlords.

The silence was soon broken when the door burst open, two familiar shadows are seen wrestling one another on the hotel walls. You and Alastor made brief eye contact before halting your shadows. You squinted, noticing the heart eyes Alastor’s shadow had adorned for your very irritated one. You turned back to Alastor, watching as his ears twitched, “So it was you stalking me.”

“I wouldn’t say stalking, darling,” he said through his never-ending smile, “It’s more of admiring you from afar.”

You laughed at his coverup, “I suppose I’ll let it slide.” Your ears listened as he let out a genuine laugh before speaking, “I am honored.”

Noticing how quickly the conversation was dying out, you made your way to the door as you bid the hotel residents their goodlucks and farewells. “Wait!” Charlie stopped you in your tracks, “Why don’t you stay with us? Forgive me if it seems like I'm exploiting you, but it would be really helpful if you performed here for a few nights. Get us rolling on with your jazz crew.”

You eyed the princess before nodding, “Great idea, your highness!” Charlie beamed and went to check you in.

“A few nights living under the same roof as Hell’s songbird? Consider me jolly and lucky,” Alastor grinned, leaning onto his cane. “Consider it a reward for being a stalker,” you pressed and chuckled at his face.

“What can I say? You’re really alluring.”

A/N: I might make another version where it’s more platonic than romantic if you guys ask lol

Hazbin Hotel Taglist: N/A

[astairo]

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

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Alastor

The Jazz Overlord

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin hotel fluff #husk x reader #alastor x reader #valentino x reader #vox x reader #angel dust x reader #lucifer x reader

[astairo]

The Jazz Overlord

Alastor x Reader

1.6k words

Alastor finds himself wrapped ‘round the classiest sinner in the Pentagram.

Warnings: Stalking, Valentino, lovesick(?) Alastor, fluff

In the heart of the pride ring stood an expensive jazz club. Inside you’ll find the classiest demons, imps, overlords, you name it. So it wasn’t a surprise an overlord such as Alastor lingered in the crowds. He often found himself at ease as he sat in his private booth. Jazz was his favorite genre, even back when he was alive. Every once and a while his mother would take him to their local pub, listening to jazz all night long. Despite the soothing nostalgia, another factor drew him towards the club. A melody he couldn’t seem to resist as it grasps him in a chokehold.

His eyes stayed glued to the songbird on stage, feeling warm and enthralled. His smile widening at the sight of you. No one knew how you managed, but you snuck up on Hell. You had appeared one day, singing all around the pentagram. Some say your voice was mesmerizing. Some say it was so alluring to the point of total submission. Sinners under your contract never disclosed how it happened as they themselves don’t even recall it. That’s what made you so dangerous. You were so unpredictable, so discrete. Even the most powerful overlords stay wary of you, the infamous jazz overlord.

Your enchanting notes hung in the air as sinners slumped staring at you in a daze. You sang to the point every sinner in sight was entranced. Chuckling, you made your way down the stage and towards the closer sinner. “Hello, darling.” You grinned as he looked up in a daze, “How would ya feel if you worked for me?” you cooed alluringly. You were in need of some staff members after all. The sinner’s eyes bulged at your offer before nodding ferociously. You hummed contentedly, summoning a contract, “Such a doll you are,” you smiled as you signed the contract and handed him a quill, “Just sign right here.” You gestured to the blank line on the bottom of the contract. The sinner nodded and started signing without any hesitation. Your grin widened as a powerful glow sealed the contract; the familiar chain made its way into your hand, indicating soul ownership. “Thank you for your service,” you pat his head, “Now you head on home and have a good rest. I’ll see ya in the morning,” You watched as the sinner obeyed and walked out the club. Humming, you faced the next sinner, “Hey there.”

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor watched with curious eyes. He found it amusing how you showed no empathy towards these sinners, taking advantage of their states for soul-binding contracts. Interesting, he thought, amused at your antiques. He watched as you collected and contracted a handful of souls, sending them back home without a care in the world. Once you’ve rounded up enough sinners, you make your way back to the stage, acting as if you’ve done nothing wrong. You scanned the room one last time before snapping your fingers. You watched as every sinner in the room came back to their senses, confusion sprouting throughout the club. You were quick to avert their attention to you as you hummed a tune. Your voice managed to wash away their worries once more, leaving your schemes forgotten.

Alastor chuckled quietly, glancing at his shadow. “Keep your eyes on her,” he spoke to it, watching as it wisped away into the shadows. His smile grew larger and took one last glance at your figure. You looked completely harmless. If only people knew what he knew. He straightened himself up before making his way out of the club and back to the hotel.

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You walked along the streets, head held high as sinners kept their distance. “Y/n, amorcito!” an all too familiar voice rang throughout the air. You looked up to find yourself right outside of VVV Tower. Sighing, you faced the insufferable moth, “Valentino.” His mouth formed into a twisted grin, taking your hand and giving it a long lick, “My offer still stands, you know?” You grimaced, wiping his drugged spit off, “Yet my answer stays the same.” Valentino’s face scowled, “I insist you take it.”

You rolled your eyes, showing him lightly, “No.”

Usually Valentino would stop here but he was persistent today. “I can make you a star,” he purred inching way too close for your comfort, “Think of the press, the articles, the headlines—Classy Songbird Gets Gangbanged By Staff Mem—“ A harsh slap rang throughout the air, gasps followed soon after. “Fuck—what the hell?” he snarled at you, “I’m trying to help you, you ungrateful whore!”

You scoffed, “And I said no.” Valentino’s fist clenched, moving to strike you. As you moved to defend yourself, a wisp of a shadow knocked him off balance. You watched as the moth angrily squeaked as the shadow tormented him. You were in no mood to get messy, so you took this as an opportunity to leave unharmed. Once you were far enough, the shadow ceased its assault and crawled back into the city shadows. Valentino panted as he stood disheveled, “What the fuck?”

As you walked away, curiosity trapped you in its grasp as you wondered what had caused the incident moments prior. It was all so sudden and you stayed wondering who was brave enough to stand up for you. As you continued your stroll, a sudden movement caught your eye as it hid back into the darkness. You hummed, looking at your shadow, “Find it.” The shadow’s ‘eyes’ brightened and zoomed towards the dim abyss.

You snickered and turned to see a group of sinners huddled watching something behind glass. Sinners made way for you as you looked to see the commotion. You stared down at the TV as it announced the new extermination date, Six months shorter? Ain’t that nice, you hummed before turning back around. Today has been eventful and you wanted to go home.

”Thank you,” you waved a Hellborn away, finishing your list of errands for today.

Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you made your way back home, only to stumble on an old poster. Quirking a brow, you bent over to pick it up and analyze it. The Hazbin Hotel, you read, some sick fucks you are if you think you’d get redeemed, you chuckled. Home can wait, you thought and looked over the address once more. Oh, this’ll be fun, you thought and chuckled into the musty air.

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“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,“ Charlie paused and awed mid-sentence at the ravishing overlord in front of her, “a place of redemption and rehabilitation.” By now, everyone had their eyes trained on the visitor. “Why this is,” you said as you looked around, “abysmal, but it can manage.” The princess looked around nervously, “Well—“ you were quick to dismiss her and walked further into the hotel. The more steps you took, the more you observed. You glanced at the bar, only to be greeted by a grumpy cat and a flirty spider, “Hey there, ya look lost.” You smiled at the arachnid, “This hotel is as entertaining as watching paint dry,” you hummed, “Nothing a little jazz could help with!” The cat curled a brow at your sudden enthusiasm. Everyone watched as you snapped your fingers to a nice rhythm. With each snap, equipment appeared. Soon enough, a well-decorated stage stood in the middle of the hotel lounge.

Charlie walked up towards you, thanking you for the sudden appearance and gift. Your eyes shined at the princess, “Nonsense, Miss Morningstar! Anything for the royal family.” Chuckling, you whistled into the air, summoning a band and singers, “I gift you a plethora of my most elite jazz members,” you gestured to where they stood on the stage, “It’s like I’ve always said, modernism seems cool, but it’s nowhere unique as—“

“Old-school,” The radio demon chirped from the shadows, causing you to face him. “That’s, that’s right,” you straightened yourself up, “You must be a regular.” You watched as he stepped forward, “Alastor, pleased to see the jazzy songbird themself so up close.” You grinned, “Pleased to meet you as well,” you observed the deer from head to toe, “What a…prominent color scheme you have.” An awkward silence clouded the room as everyone stared at the two overlords.

The silence was soon broken when the door burst open, two familiar shadows are seen wrestling one another on the hotel walls. You and Alastor made brief eye contact before halting your shadows. You squinted, noticing the heart eyes Alastor’s shadow had adorned for your very irritated one. You turned back to Alastor, watching as his ears twitched, “So it was you stalking me.”

“I wouldn’t say stalking, darling,” he said through his never-ending smile, “It’s more of admiring you from afar.”

You laughed at his coverup, “I suppose I’ll let it slide.” Your ears listened as he let out a genuine laugh before speaking, “I am honored.”

Noticing how quickly the conversation was dying out, you made your way to the door as you bid the hotel residents their goodlucks and farewells. “Wait!” Charlie stopped you in your tracks, “Why don’t you stay with us? Forgive me if it seems like I'm exploiting you, but it would be really helpful if you performed here for a few nights. Get us rolling on with your jazz crew.”

You eyed the princess before nodding, “Great idea, your highness!” Charlie beamed and went to check you in.

“A few nights living under the same roof as Hell’s songbird? Consider me jolly and lucky,” Alastor grinned, leaning onto his cane. “Consider it a reward for being a stalker,” you pressed and chuckled at his face.

“What can I say? You’re really alluring.”

A/N: I might make another version where it’s more platonic than romantic if you guys ask lol

Hazbin Hotel Taglist: N/A

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #overlord reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor altruist

[astairo]

I’m not writing a smut, maybe.

Update: Currently working on an Alastor fic :)

Update 2: Alastor’s fic is here! If people request it, I’ll try to publish a second one where it’s more platonic :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader

[astairo]

Harry Potter Masterlist

Regulus Black

Courageous Serpent - Y/n Potter falls in love with a fellow outcast, Regulus Black.

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#harry potter #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x reader #mauraders era #navigation <3

[astairo]

Timothée Chalamet Masterlist

Status: Hiatus

Wonka (2023)

The Baker and the Chocolatier

- Part 1

- Part 2

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#timothee chalamet fanfiction #willy wonka x reader #wonka 2023 #timothee chalamet #willy wonka #timothee x reader #timothee fanfic #wonka #navigation <3

[astairo]

Masterlists

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Hazbin Hotel

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Newsies: The Broadway Musical

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Harry Potter

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Timothée Chalamet

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#timothee chalamet #hazbin hotel #newsies broadway #harry potter #navigation <3

[astairo]

Fandom List

Crossed out - No longer taking requests

I’ll write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Newsies (Broadway: Jack and Davey only)

Harry Potter

Timothée Chalamet

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More will be determined as I live—

#hazbin hotel #newsies broadway #harry potter #timothee chalamet #navigation <3

[astairo]

Happy new year, my lovelies 😚❤️❤️❤️❤️

#new year

[astairo]

I have a regulus black request for you!

Reader is a potter but got into Slytherin and James hates her because she’s a Slytherin?

Reader and regulus are inlove but haven’t told eachother even tho everyone can see it

One day James is picking on her for being a Slytherin and she snaps at him and fights him and wins? I dont know something like that

And reader is in the hospital wing alone with regulus and he is verry worried about her and they confess to eachother basically just super fluffy at the end

Courageous Serpent

Regulus Black x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, bullying, physical violence, threats, fluff

“Slytherin!”

Y/n would never forget that moment. She remembered how her brother’s gleeful face turned cold and sour. She could never forget the day she lost her brother. All because of a sorting. Their playful banters turned into cold insults and hatred. She felt unstable.

“Bloody disgrace!” Young James Potter sneered at his sister, bumping past her. “Jamie—“ his head snapped to her, “Don’t call me that.” Her eyes widened at his harshness, “But Jamie—“ he pointed his wand towards her, “I said don’t call me that!” Y/n’s lip quivered, overwhelmed and frightened, “I-I’m sorry.” James glared at her, “You should be.” She took a step forward, breathing shakily as he took a step back, “No, I can’t be seen with a bloody serpent.”

His words never left her mind. She would recall all the times he’d promised to be by her side, knowing he’d failed to do so. After all, he was one of the courageous lions, and she was one of the serpents. She had never felt so alone, so outcasted. A bloody disgrace.

“I understand how you feel,” a voice spoke behind the bookshelves of the library. Y/n’s head perked up from her balled up form, wiping her tears, “H-hello?” She looked behind her, watching as a figure emerged from behind the bookshelves, “It’s okay. My brother hates me, too.” She looked at the pale boy, “Who are you?” The boy looked at her tiredly, “Regulus, Regulus Black.” Y/n’s eyes softened, “Sirius’ brother?” Regulus nodded before taking a seat on the floor next to her, “I feel lonely, too.” She looked at him with pity, “You do?” Regulus nodded, glancing back at her, “Mother and father aren’t exactly the kindest people, and Sirius thinks I’m just as bad.” Y/n looked at him sympathetically, “I-I’m sorry you go through that, Regulus.” He shook his head, “It’s quite alright, Potter. Maybe we could be lonely together.” Her expression changed to one of adoration, “You don’t need to pity me. I’m sure you’ll be better off without me.” Regulus smiled at her, “I insist.” Y/n smiled softly, looking down to her hands, “But I’m just a bloody serpent, a disgrace even.” Regulus frowned, “You’re more than that,” he reassured, “You’re anything but a—“

“—Disgrace!” James grinned devilishly as he pointed his wand at Y/n. She felt herself lift off the ground, shrieking. She watched and listened as her brother and his friends pointed and laughed at her misery. “A flying bloody serpent!” One of the boys dramatically shrieked, causing the group to laugh harder. Y/n felt defenseless and vulnerable as she floated around. “Leave her alone, you gits!” A familiar voice rang out, Y/n’s eyes snapping open. She noticed Sirius scowl as James grinned, “Oh my, it’s Reggie!” James mocked as he turned to the pale boy, dropping Y/n harshly. “Leave her alone,” Regulus spoke threateningly, causing the group to snicker. James rolled his eyes, “Or what, Black? Adding that disgrace to your family tapestry won’t solve your issues.” Regulus paused and looked at him, refraining from saying words he might regret.

“James,” Y/n started to get up, immediately getting kicked down. Regulus noticed and rushed over, “N/n, are you alright?” He spoke softly as he helped her up. James scoffed and pushed him off, “Move. One serpent is plenty.” Y/n’s eyes widened when James grasped onto her uniform, harshly tugging her up, “You’re so easy to torment. A coward and a disgrace,” he grinned. Y/n winced at the insults.

Y/n winced as she stumbled through the castle halls, sore from James’ torment. James had gotten more courageous with his torments, getting more and more physical as time went on. By the time her fifth year came around, he was creatively ambitious. Hair dye, her vandalized dorm, itching powder. He even went overboard and attempted to spike her drinks, which she safely avoided.

“Tabby,” Regulus’ voice echoed in the empty corridor, “You’re limping. What’s wrong?” Y/n turned to see him walking up to her, distressed at seeing her state. “Don’t worry about it, Reggie.” Regulus shook his head, “No, I will worry about it, I will worry about you.” Y/n looked at him and smiled, "That's sweet, Reggie.” He smiled, “You’re all I’ve got when I think about it.” Y/n’s expression shifted into appreciation, “Thank you, Reggie. That means a lot coming from you.” Regulus smiled at her, “You mean a lot to me.” His words had her flustered, cheeks tinted pink, “Y-you mean a lot to me, too, Reggie.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist to support her.

Y/n quickly scowled, pushing away from her brother, “Enough.” James scoffed and looked at her in disbelief, “Enough? Who are you to tell me what’s enough? You’re just a bloody serpent.” Regulus heard this and went to step in. Sirius quickly tugged his younger brother back, making him fall into the ground. James snickered at this, looking back at Y/n, “That thing isn’t going to make everything better,” he sneered, “Stop wasting your time with that waste and actually make use of yourself.”

Y/n couldn’t contain herself, harshly shoving her brother back and pulling her wand out, “He isn’t a waste!” James’ friends snickered from behind, infuriating him, “Watch your damn words, serpent.” Y/n’s patience crumbled, spitting out a spell. She gasped as she watched her brother fly back into a tree, “I—“ Before she could apologize, a strong force hit her chest, causing her to fall back. She winced and looked to find her brother’s wand pointed directly at her, “How dare you,” he snarled. Y/n felt herself shrink under his deadly gaze, “It was an accident.” James only scoffed as he walked towards her, “Of course it was ‘just an accident.’ It’s always an accident, a mistake, when it comes to you,” he snarled and kicked her side, causing her to wince at the sudden contact.

Regulus’ eyes widened and went to help, only to be held back by his brother, “Let go!” Y/n’s gaze shifted to her best friend, only for James to harshly revert it back to him, “You’re nothing but a disgrace to this damn family, and that’s all you’ll ever be.” James’ tone was laced with venom and hatred towards his sister, showing no sign of remorse or guilt. “It’s the fact that I can hex you right now, and no one would care for you, you filthy serpent. Not mum, dad, me,” his grasp tightened around her face, “Not even him.” Y/n felt herself snap at his words, “Stupefy!”

Students walking past had stopped to watch the commotion, gasping as James flew back. In the matter of seconds, spells were thrown back and forth between the two. Just as Y/n raised her wand to cast another spell, James moved quickly and hit her. Y/n felt herself falling to the ground, harshly hitting her head. James smirked down at his work, quickly scrambling away with his friends when Professor McGonagall appeared hurriedly. Regulus quickly scrambled to her side and told her what had happened. “Thank you, Mr. Black,” she spoke worriedly as she looked down to the barely conscious girl, “I’ll take it from here. If you could please bring Miss Potter to Madam Pomfrey, I’d gladly appreciate it.” Regulus didn’t wait for her to finish and quickly helped his tabby up to the hospital wing.

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Y/n awoke hours later with a raging headache. As her eyes fluttered open, Regulus was quickly there to comfort her, “You’re alright, tabby. You’re safe with me.” She looked up with appreciation, “Thank you, Reggie.” He smiled and handed her a small vial, “Pomfrey said to give you this once you woke up. I reckon it’s for your head.” She nodded, quickly drinking the substance. Regulus watched her sigh and relax into the bed, ultimately breaking the silence, “You have no idea how upset I was.” Y/n looked at him, confused, “What?” Regulus scooted closer, holding her hand, “Tabby, I watched him hurt you, and I couldn’t protect you.” She frowned, “You don’t have to protect me, Reggie—“ “I care for you too much.”

Y/n’s gaze softened at his words, “And I care for you too.” Regulus looked at her, kissing her knuckles lightly, “As much as I do, you’re too oblivious.” She cocked her head, “Simplify?” Regulus shook his head, leaning in and planting his lips on hers. Y/n’s eyes widened, ultimately closing as she melted into him. The two parted away, Regulus slightly trying to chase her lips. They stared at each other with pink-tinted faces and small smiles. “How was that for a kiss, tabby cat?” He whispered cheerfully. Y/n shook her head, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that, Reggie.” He gazed at her, “Now you don’t have to. By all means, kiss me however and whenever you want, my tabby cat. I promise you won’t regret it.” Y/n chuckled, “I could never regret being with you.” The pair smiled and embraced each other, better intertwined.

#regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x you #regulus black #r.a.b #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet #mauraders era #harry potter

[astairo]

Saw Wonka yesterday, I was wondering if I should drop The Baker and The Chocolatier and make another version based off of the film.

#wonka #willy wonka x reader #wonka 2023 #willy wonka #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet #timothee x reader

[astairo]

this is the cutest thing you’ll ever see.

🥺💗

[astairo]

Timothée Chalamet is better looking than Tom Holland?

Timothée: I’m going strongly disagree on that. Tom is the ultimate Rizz Master. The internet knows this, Zendaya knows this, everyone knows this.”

YouTube credit to LADbible

[astairo]

ladbible - How does Timothée Chalamet even know what a Hull accent is? 😂

[astairo]

Part 3 of The Baker and The Chocolatier will be out around December to January!!

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[astairo]

Can you please do a Theodore nott x ofc Hufflepuff ff. Grumpy x sunshine troupe!!♥️

Hope u like it x

It's only a game

"Come on Theo, it's snowing! Don't you think it looks gorgeous outside?"

Theo pulled me closer into his warmth not bothering to open his eyes and look through the window, where I was enjoying the view of snow gently falling onto the Hogwarts grounds. "I think your gorgeous."

I rolled my eyes but a smile still reached my lips at his sweet words. I rested my head on his chest, his body cocooning me so thoroughly that I could not feel cold ever again.

"We're having a snowball fight outside. Your supposed to be on my team but you can't do that if you stay in bed all day"

He let out a groan at my persistence and retracted his head from the crook of my neck, his hair falling forward in soft brown waves.

"I've always been on your team. We can team up in bed if you really want" His expression remained innocent his eyes roving over my face for a reaction.

I opened my mouth and closed it a couple times before covering my face with my hands, my cheeks probably a bright pink by now.

"Sorry sweetheart" Theo said letting out a small laugh at my embarrassment, slowly pulling my hands away.

After another half an hour of convincing and cuddling Theo finally relented, his hands in his pockets sending dirty looks to anyone who dared throw a snowball his way.

"Theo! Stop being a Grinch and come play. I didn't drag you out here for nothing" I dodged a snowball that came hurtling toward me from Pansy, Blaise's laughter in the back delighted that she had missed and stomped over to Theo.

"I am playing, sweetheart. I'm merely playing tactically. Do you see any of my clothes wet?"

I reached down and splatted a handful of snow onto his arm and grinned at his expression "There you go. It's better now don't you think?"

He leaned in closer to me his arms coming around my waist so there was no space left between us "I think-" He started, his voice promising revenge but was cut off by a snowball hitting him square in the back.

I couldn't stop laughing. At Theo's horrified expression and Draco's grin at his successfulness. I thought he was going to walk straight back into the castle but instead he bent down, crafted a perfectly round snowball and hit Draco straight in the face "How the fuck do you like that?"

Draco took it well and wiped the snow off his face, readying another one. He couldn't do so properly because Enzo had hit him with a snowball he had been enlarging for the past 5 minutes.

"It's only a game Theo"

He grinned at me, his hand coming to cup my cheek "And we're going to win, sweetheart"

[astairo]

The Baker and The Choclatier II

Wonka (2023) x Reader

Part I

Warnings: fluff, little angst

Y/n was contemplating Willy’s offer. She wanted better than running a bakery to provide for her lousy husband. Gallery Gourmet has been one of Y/n’s dreams since she was little. It would be a shame to turn down such an offer, but she couldn't stop thinking of her husband.

Despite his lousiness, she didn't want to leave him; not like that.

Willy told her to meet him at the station by the end of the week. If she showed, she’d leave to roam the streets of Gallery Gourmet with him; if Y/n didn't, she’d stay miserable. Sometimes Y/n wished she wasn't an empathetic person; it would make decisions like this simpler. Is it better to be selfish than empathetic for once? she thought.

If she goes to Gallery Gourmet with Willy, she’ll leave and risk losing everything. She pondered and pondered about her husband, knowing she wouldn't benefit much if she stayed. She knew leaving was the best choice for a better life. She ultimately decided she was leaving with the strange chocolatier. She decided to be selfish for once.

She gave her husband two days to see if she was carrying on with leaving, only to catch him with a woman at the pub across the street. She didn't care; she was getting on that train to leave it all behind. She was going to be free, and she was going to feel alive. It was time to fulfill some ambitions of hers: to feel loved.

She left him a letter the night before she left. She explained everything, even leaving him the bakery as a source of income. She stood outside her bakery, her home, for the last time. She smiled and picked up her bags, it was time for the adventures that awaited her.

She stood at the station with her head tall and waited for the odd chocolatier. She was startled to feel a tap on her shoulder, turning around for her e/c eyes to find ecstatic green ones. “You actually came!” He beamed as Y/n began to smile. She observed his jumpy behavior. Something about his ecstasy made her happy.

“You managed to convince me,” she admitted, perking up at the whistling of the train. Willy noticed this and grinned, “Are you ready to explore a world of pure imagination with me?” Y/n’s eyes twinkled at his words, “Will it be paradise?” Willy chuckled at her expression, offering his hand to her, “Let’s take a look and find out for ourselves.” She smiled and eagerly took his hand, feeling the fuzzy feeling course through her body once more.

Unfortunately for them, there wasn’t a train that would go straight to Gallery Gourmet. The two found themselves walking out of a station in a town miles away from Y/n’s. They stood waiting in the snow on the side of the road. Y/n couldn’t help but notice the glances Willy sent her way. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her.

After a few moments, she noticed the street light above Willy’s head grow brighter, along with his head perking up. “Are you alright?” She asked, slightly concerned at his expression. He nodded as his eyes trailed off to an approaching delivery truck, “I got an idea.” Y/n’s eyes looked and widened when she realized, “Absolutely not!” Willy chuckled at her exclamation, “It’s the only way to get there other than walking.” He grabbed her wrists despite her protests, running to climb the brick wall the truck was approaching. Y/n tightened her grip on him, causing him to wrap an arm around her waist. She looked at the approaching truck, feeling her legs go uneasy at the thought. Just as the truck approached, the two quickly took a step forward off the wall and onto the truck.

Y/n let out a shaky breath of relief as she settled down onto the roof of the cold truck. She fixed her suitcases, making sure they wouldn’t slide off as the truck moved. “You’re crazy, Wonka,” she chuckled as the adrenaline wore down. Minutes passed and Y/n started to feel cold, the cold air harshly hitting her skin. Willy noticed this and quickly took his magenta coat off, “You’ll need it more than I do.” She felt him drape the coat over his shoulders, warmth enveloping her. Clichè, she thought and smiled, pulling the coat closer to her.

Hours felt like minutes as the two chatted with each other. She smiled and looked up, eyes widening. “Willy, look!” Y/n gasped in awe at the sight. “Gallery Gourmet!” She pointed at the bright town. Willy kept his eyes on her, smiling at the smile she wore, “Absolutely divine.” She smiled brighter when they got inside, “This is unreal, Willy! It hasn’t lost its touch.” He chuckled and grasped a lamp post, using it to get down. He quickly assisted Y/n down after. “Thank you,” she smiled at him. Willy grinned and nodded.

The two walked through the beautiful streets, gawking at the sights. It was the place to be.

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Y/n thanked the vendor before heading back to Willy, balancing two churros and hot chocolates in her hands. As she made her way back, she found him gazing at a big shop in the town’s center. She looked at the shop, smiling at the sight. It was perfect for his chocolate business, but it wasn’t going to be easy to manage alone. She snapped out of her thoughts when a police officer tapped Willy’s shoulder, breaking him from his daydream. “No daydreaming,” the officer spoke, pointing to a three-pound penalty sign.

She giggled and watched as Willy scrambled his pockets for three pounds, ultimately paying his fine. Once the officer left, Y/n walked over and handed him his churro and hot chocolate. He smiled, thanking her for her generosity. The two sat on a bench as they ate, occasionally talking about what to do next. “We need somewhere to stay, Willy,” she spoke as she realized. He nodded as he noticed her worry, quickly reassuring her, “Leave it to me, gumdrop. I’ll figure it out.”

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at the nickname, “Gumdrop?” Willy chuckled at her flustered state, “You’re as sweet as one, I like to think.” She smiled at his words, “Thank you, Willy. You’re a real charmer.” He flashed her a smile, blushing at the compliment. The two eventually started roaming the streets again, ready for their awaiting adventure.

Y/n suggested dropping their stuff at a nearby lodging house, and Willy quickly agreed. After they had dropped their belongings off, Willy had planned to talk with the shop director. He wanted to talk about the shops, about one shop in particular. Y/n stood to the side of the room as she listened to them converse about the shop. Their negotiation quickly came to a close when the man spoke familiar words, “You can’t get a shop if you don’t sell chocolate, and you can’t sell chocolate without a shop.” This frustrated Willy even more.

“You say that, but how does that help me get a shop?” He snapped. The shop director leaned forward, “Look, Mr. Wonka, I see your dreams have potential, but for you to be rewarded with a shop, especially this one, you need to show me that that dreamt of potential can become reality.” Willy was quiet as he processed the director’s words. “Out of all the people I’ve talked to, you should know, Ms. Y/l/n. Your idea on a chocolate fountain was surreal,” the director spoke once more, causing Willy’s ears to perk up. Y/n nodded and kept her head down, “I’m well aware, sir.”

The next thing she knew was Willy dragging her out of the office. “Why didn't you tell me you’ve been here before? That you’ve been in my shoes?” he snapped in frustration. Y/n looked down in shame, “It was a very long time ago—when young Y/n was childish and immature. Don’t you see, Willy? I’ve grown up now!” She cried. Willy looked at her sympathetically, “But you have so much beauty, talent, and potential—“ “You think I don’t know that?” She cut him off. “I had a plan, Willy. I was going to have the greatest chocolate shop the world had ever seen,” she sadly admitted.

“Then why didn’t you? You were right there! What could’ve stopped you, having you run a bakery instead? What stopped you from being the greatest chocolatier the world would’ve seen?” Willy begged with desperate eyes. Y/n sighed, “It’s stupid—“ “Please, gumdrop,” he begged. She looked up at him, “I met my ex-husband soon after I negotiated on a shop I wanted here.” She sat down on a bench in shame and regret, “I was so close, Willy,” she looked at him, “I just needed to turn in my paperwork.” Her words were shaky as she remembered everything like it was yesterday. “I forgot all about the paperwork,” she admitted. “He took all my time, and I wasn’t able to complete them before the deadline,” her hands clenched into fists as she spoke. “Due to unfinished paperwork, I wasn’t able to get the shop,” her voice trembled at the memories.

“I loved him so much,” she paused, swallowing. “I loved him so much that I gave up on my dream,” she mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.

Willy looked at her sympathetically, “Do you regret it?” Y/n looked at him, letting out a shaky breath, “Sometimes.” Willy sighed and shook his head, “You shouldn’t have, gumdrop,” he spoke with slight disappointment as he sat down next to her. “I know,” she looked at him with glossy eyes. He quickly embraced her, muttering soft, reassuring words in her ear.

The two stayed embracing for a while before Willy spoke up, “Don’t worry, gumdrop.” Y/n perked up at his words, “What?” Willy looked at her, “I’ll get you that shop, and it’ll be ours to run,” he told her. Y/n’s eyes widened, “But it’s your dream—“ “And I intend to share it with you.” Willy’s words made her eyes water, “Really?” He nodded, “Really.” She sniffled and wrapped her arms around him, tears of joy running down her cheeks.

It was only a matter of time.

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