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Amortentia | Draco Malfoy

includes: draco malfoy x fem!reader, light smut near end, reader is besties with the golden trio, slytherin reader, witchcraft, potions, romione mentions, hinny mentions, professor slughorn!

authors note: i realised i’ve spelt amortentia wrong in the actual writing so apologies!

word count: 4k+

Despite it being absolutely rigid, the sun's beaming rays of light certainly made the sharp rooms of Hogwarts much more bearable. For example, breakfast had been simply delightful; with a warm meal and a hot drink, as well as light shining through the clear old-fashioned window panes of Hogwarts. But of course, this enjoyment was short-lived, with classes beginning sharply at nine in the morning. The dirty dishes in the Great Hall vanished suddenly, signalling that it was time for students to begin making their way to classes.

However, you and Hermione decided to be much more organised this morning. Five minutes before the dishes were usually cleared at eight forty-five, the two of you left the Great Hall; with of course Harry and Ron asking where you were going, to which you simply replied with 'to lessons', you and Hermione had began gathering your necessary equipment as well as books. Usually, everyone left when the plates were cleared, which left a huge predicament with the hallways suddenly being overwhelming crowded by students attempting to get to their lessons.

Although you were a Slytherin, you got on well with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You had received a lot of odd stares from fellow Slytherins the past couple of years, yet you hadn't mind. Pansy had gotten along with you well, as well as many of her other friends; which was convenient. However, you spent much of your time with the Golden trio, and you were glad you did. It wasn't like you hadn't enjoyed the company of Pansy and her friends, they were just a lot more judgemental and more snobbish then you would've liked them to be.

You and Hermione had just arrived at the Potion's classroom, when you just began to hear the faint buzzing of the other student's in the corridor. "Ah! Well you two are here early, aren't you?" A man, which appeared to be in his 60s spoke, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Yes, I suppose we are Professor," Hermione spoke, smiling politely, as to which you followed. "Right erm, I'm sure I'll learn your names as the lesson goes on. I'll introduce myself when the others arrive. Just stand behind that table over there, won't you?" The two of you curtly nodded your heads, before wandering over to the table, which was laid with vials of colourful liquids, as well as various rustic pots, and herbs and somewhat important ingredients.

"I'm sure that's Professor Slughorn, apparently he used to teach back in the 70s," Hermione whispered. "Yes, I'm pretty sure he is as well. Remember Harry discussing his trip with Dumbledore?" You murmured. Hermione nodded. "If Professor Slughorn has studied the potions curriculum carefully, then right at this moment we should be learning about Ammortentia, the love potion." You only rolled your eyes and shook your head before smiling. "He shouldn't trust a bunch of teenage girls with a love potion in the same room. It's a recipe for absolute disaster." The brunette girl only covered her mouth and giggled slightly, before the Potion's classroom was suddenly bustling with classmates.

"Right right, hello all! If you could all just stand behind the table to where those two young ladies are standing please!" Of course, Slughorn's voice was drowned out by the volume of your classmates voices, however they all seemed to absentmindedly follow his instructions. Potions was one of those classes which the Gryffindors and Slytherins took together; which for friendships like you, Harry, Ron, Hermione worked out perfectly for. However, it wasn't so great with the two houses being rivalry of course. Although, recently, the Gryffindors and Slytherins hadn't been minding each other too much lately.

"Ugh," Hermione groaned, before you snapped your head towards her. "What's wrong 'Mione?" She rolled her eyes. "Him." You followed her gaze to a familiar platinum blonde boy; Draco fucking Malfoy. Merlin. As much as you hated that boy yourself, Hermione and Draco's history was far worse than yours and his, so every time you did your best to try to calm Hermione down. "Look 'Mione, he isn't going to bloody do anything. If he does, I'm sure Professor Slughorn will hear about it." Hermione puffed a sigh out, but nodded. Hermione was looking down at her Mary Janes, when you caught the gaze of his silver irises. You narrowed your eyes, as to which he scoffed, and rolled his eyes.

Slughorn had closed the door behind him, before clapping his palms together, to which everyone perked their heads towards him. "Right, now, I'm assuming that's everyone. Before I can begin today's lesson, I'm Professor Slughorn. I can assure you that I've probably taught your parents if you're a pureblood, or halfblood!” Slughorn chuckled awkwardly. "Now, I hope everybody has the necessary equipment and books for today's lesson. If not, please go over to that cupboard over there and select a book and quill if you need one." Around three or four students sauntered over to the mahogany cupboard, and each selected a rather dusty, well-loved, Potions book, before returning to where the rest of the students were standing.

"Right, now that's in order, please flip over to page thirty-four and thirty-five in your Potions book. These are the potions we shall be discussing in todays lesson. If-" "Sorry we're late sir!" Harry panted, alongside Ron. Slughorn turned around, perplexed at first, however his face eased quickly once realising who it was. "Oh, Harry my boy! I'm glad you could join us, please stand behind the table and take out your Potions book." "I'm afraid we don't have any books sir," Ron replied, clenching his jaw. "Ah not to worry, there should still be a few books in the cupboard over there." The two boys nodded, heading over to the cupboard

"Right now, page thirty-four and thirty-five please! You will see here that the first potion listed is Ammortentia." Harry and Ron rushed beside you, quickly flipping to the page requested by Slughorn. "I thought you had a free period," you mumbled. Ron groaned quietly. "I know, however McGonagall made us go to lessons anyway." You shook your head in a polite reply, before reading the paragraph written about Ammortentia.

Amortentia was the most powerful love potion in existence. It caused a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rose from it in characteristic spirals.

"Now, as you can see, a love potion such as this is quite powerful, but also dangerous. Of course, a potion such as this doesn't create real love, but rather obsession instead," Slughorn taught, his voice booming; echoing off the stone walls. "Could anyone possibly elaborate on this potion?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately. "Ah yes, Miss.." His voice faded off, as he realised he hadn't known her name. "Granger sir." Slughorn nodded. "As you've said earlier Professor, this potion is extremely powerful, in fact it's the strongest potion in the world." "It also smells differently to each person, according to what attracts them." Slughorn smiled gleefully. "Absolutely correct Miss Granger, well done. Would you be so kind as to come up here and tell us what you smell? I have the potion right here on this table." Slughorn reached over and removed the lid from one of the pots, revealing a beautiful dark rose colour.

Hermione nodded, bravely treading up towards the potion. "Bet she smells rats or some shit," Draco whispered rather loudly, earning a chuckle from the surrounding Slytherins. "God, If I had the chance to hex the living-" You stopped Ron's voice by clasping a hand over his mouth. "Yes yes Ron, we know." Rolling your eyes. By now, Hermione had leaned over the Potion, a sudden look of alert on her face. "Well erm, I smell freshly mown grass, new parchment and erm- spearmint toothpaste." Hermione had turned white, and your jaw dropped. You looked between Ron and Hermione frantically, and so did Harry. Hermione had clearly noticed, however Ron was clearly clueless.

"Very well Miss Granger, you may return to your spot now." Hermione gulped but complied, her face as white as snow. "Merlin, 'Mione," Harry mumbled. "Just shut up," Hermione groaned. You and Harry looked at Ron expectantly, but he was clueless, engrossed in the Potions book. Lavender was looking at the ginger boy beside you longingly, and you knew exactly what she would've been thinking; this was a perfect opportunity.

"Right, right. As I'm sure you all can see, by Miss Granger's example, the potion clearly differs from each person. Now, I'd like for you all to smell the potion, to compare it to Miss Granger's answers, and of your peers. Please line up behind this young lady here," Slughorn instructed. One by one, the Gryffindors and Slytherins were lining behind Pansy, buzzing with excitement, although there was an evident tension within the room. "Quiet down! Quiet down! We must hear everyone's answer! Let Miss- erm-" "Parkinson" Pansy filled in. "Right, yes." Slughorn corrected. "Yes, Miss Parkinson, if you please." Slughorn motioned towards the rustic pot which had contained the potion.

Pansy allowed herself to bathe in the scent, her face twitching curiously as to grasp what exactly she was smelling. "Well, I think I smell some mint, and maybe.. There's a really faint scent, that I can't seem to grasp exactly, but it smells as if it might be some type of cologne?" Slughorn nodded understandingly. "Interesting Miss Parkinson, if you could just stand over there that would be lovely."

It went like this for a while, before you, Ron, and Harry were left. But, before your turn could finally come, there was a clear obstacle in the way. The same platinum haired boy that you and your group seemed to despise. "Ah! Don't tell me your name, you are the spitting image of someone I used to teach!" Slughorn ejaculated excitedly. "Right yes.. Is your father Lucius Malfoy?" Draco nodded awkwardly. "Ah yes! Your father always had potential. As did your mother, who I'm certain is Narcissa Black - well, now Narcissa Malfoy." Draco only gave another rather awkward, embarrassed nod.

"Right now, if you please." Slughorn once again did another motion towards the cauldron which contained the potion. Draco leaned forward, giving a short smell of the Ammortentia. "Floral perfume," Draco spoke, his voice slow with concentration. "Coconut shampoo, and strawberry lip balm." Your eyes widened as you suddenly became aware of the strawberry lip balm in your pocket. But no, lots of girls wore strawberry lip balm, coconut shampoo, and floral perfumes just like you. "Fascinating, next please!"

Draco sauntered away, face oddly paler than usual, and he seemed to be deep in thought, and his responses were clearly delayed when his friends attempted to talk to him. Harry was next. "Harry my boy! Please, tell me what you smell!" Harry awkwardly smiled, but did so. "I smell, treacle tart... A- broomstick handle? And erm... Something flowery?" Usually, you would be livid over this. The answer was obvious, Harry knew it, and Ron seemed to know it as well. But for some reason, your gaze was still trained on Draco, watching his eye twitch, and his jaw clench as he seemed to stare at the cobblestone floor.

Harry maladroitly ambled towards Ron; whom was glaring at him. "So, do you have any bloody idea as to who you smelt?" Ron grunted, aggravated. Harry shook, his cheeks turning to a rose colour. "We'll talk about this later," Harry sighed, scurrying away from Ron. Ron only glared at him once more.

"Erm, excuse me. Miss?" Slughorn asked, attempting to get your attention. Your eyes shot up, you immediately felt your cheeks burn to a rose colour as you admittedly zoned out watching Draco Malfoy? Merlin, had you stooped low. "Sorry Professor Slughorn. Erm, I seemed to have zoned out. Y/L/N." You replied, rather quickly than you would've liked to. "Not to worry, Miss Y/L/N." You took the chance to stroll over to the table, to the pot.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, and you had no idea if anyone had caught you goggling at Draco.

Just now you realised how gorgeous the potion had looked. It was a shimmery rose colour, with a few golden specks in it. You leaned forward, allowing the scent to fulfil your nostrils. At first, there was no detectable scent, so you leaned in more until- oh my god. Mint, cologne, and hair gel. It was almost the same as Pansy's, and the hair gel was such a huge giveaway. You knew you had to make something up immediately, or else others would become suspicious.

Well, if you were thinking correctly, you'd have to randomise the scents, however not to base it off of somebody else.

"Honey, tea, and grapes." You said, plainly. "Interesting Miss Y/L/N! Next! Oh our last student! Yes, Miss Y/L/N just stand over there where everyone else is." You slowly made your way to Hermione. "Honey, tea and grapes? Who on earth could that be?" Hermione repeated. "Erm no idea," you replied, your eyebrow twitching. "Ah Rupert! I believe we've met earlier!" Slughorn announced, excitedly. The red-haired boy only smiled, awkwardly. "Rupert? What on-" Hermione began, before you shushed her. "Just go with it," you replied. Ron's lanky figure approached the caldron, and he basked his face in the undefined scent.

"Well I kind of smell my mother's cooking, as well as bacon," he began, before sighing. "And Hermione's perfume." Everyone went livid. Slytherins began to laugh so hard, that one actually banged their head against the stone pillars. Ron went red immediately after he realised what he had done. Draco snickered, and Hermione only turned pink with embarrassment. Harry's jaw dropped to the point where it was practically on the floor, and your face only blew up in shock.

"Well, you seem to be the most honest." Slughorn chuckled. "Silence everybody please." It took a moment for the class's laughter to die down, but it did eventually; however Ron and Hermione were still rather pink in the face, while Lavender suddenly seemed to be irritable. "This has obviously seemed to take up a lot more time than I would've expected, however not to worry. Next lesson we shall be attempting to brew Felix Felicis, otherwise known as Liquid Luck." Slughorn grabbed a small beaker which was placed on a stand, which had a light golden colour. "That I had planned for this lesson, but it shouldn't be a problem. Now," Slughorn looked down at his gold pocket watch which was held in his hand. "We are running a bit over time, so you all better get to your next class quickly, class dismissed!"

To be honest, you were too focused on teasing Hermione all day to even notice Draco's endless cold gaze on your figure. You had completely forgotten about that incident from earlier, and was only focused on the incident of the accidental honesty from Ron. By dinner, Hermione had finally given in to discuss it with you; as she had been completely engrossed in her work to somehow forget about it. Others had clearly not forgotten; the Slytherins from potions class snickered when Hermione sauntered by, Harry and Ron always seemed to be in sudden deep conversation, and word to the seventh years had clearly spread like wildfire.

"It's silly really, why did he have to be that brutally honest?" Hermione giggled, dropping her fork onto her plate. "Listen 'Mione, you know Ron doesn't always think straight. He's not as intelligent as you," you replied. Hermione blushed. "But honestly! Anyone with half a braincell wouldn't have said that." "Yeah well, makes sense. He doesn't have any," you giggled. Hermione plastered a serious look across her face. "That wasn't funny," she replied. You copied her serious expression, before the two of you bursted out laughing.

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You sighed heavily, gazing at the large grandfather clock next to the Slytherin common room's fireplace. In your right state of mind, you would be ashamed at what you were doing. Usually, you wouldn't be studying late at night; as you had such a grasp on time management skills. Plus, having Hermione Granger as your best friend provides such great benefits. At this moment, you had three teacups laying in a small table and leather chair in the corner of the common room, with notes, and books strewn all across the table.

Everything you knew about organisational skills had somehow melted entirely from your brain, although it hadn't matter. For a Monday night, the Slytherin common room shouldn't have been this empty, especially since it was only eleven; which was still rather early considering the times Slytherins usually go to bed. However, Monday's were usually draining, and perhaps everyone had decided to retire to their dorm rooms for the night.

You had actually already completed your homework for the week with Hermione just before dinner, however you supposed adding a few notes and re-checking your work couldn't have done any harm. To be honest, you weren't too tired, and you were restless when you tried to go to bed, so you got up. You contemplated visiting Hermione and the others, but the Gryffindor common room's password was always changing, and besides, you never know if Hermione is up late reading or going to sleep early.

You felt a sudden presence in the room, and at first you hadn't thought much of it, until you saw the shadow approaching you in the faint candlelight. For Merlin's sake, it was him again. "Jesus Christ," you muttered under your breath. "Who's Jesus Christ?" Draco asked, his eyes red, his lips puffed, but his face pale nonetheless. Of course, he didn't know about muggle religions. "It doesn't matter. But Draco, do you need anything? Because if not just go away for Merlin's sake," you puffed out.

"Alright, yeah I do need something," he spoke, taking a seat in the leather chair on the other side of the small coffee table. You raised your eyebrow, expectantly. "A conversation," he smirked. You scoffed. "Can't you have a conversation with your dorm mates?" Draco sighed. "Those bozos doze off at nine." You only shook your head, continuing to write a few notes on a scrap piece of parchment. Usually, you would be throwing curses at this boy, however it was too late in the night for you to even care.

"So, what was your opinion on the new Potions professor?" You queried, attempting to make small conversation despite the fact that you were talking to bloody Draco Malfoy. "Eh he's alright, does he have to make everybody that uncomfortable though when he discusses our parents?" He scoffs. You stifled a laugh behind your jumper-clad hand. "He's one of those teachers that likes to have a connection with his students, which is nice really, compared to Professor Snape." The boy in the chair in front of you only stayed silent.

You heard him inhale slightly, as if to say something, but then he said nothing. But then, he did. "What did you think of the love potion - the Ammortentia? When that Weasley said that about Herm-" You stopped Draco, before he continued. "Could you leave them out of this? Thank you." Draco blushed slightly. Wait-he blushed? Eh he's probably embarrassed - he thought. "Oh erm, sorry," he replied awkwardly.

You shook it off by wavering your hand at him. "Well I rather liked it to be honest. I've never seen or been near Ammortentia up until then, but it was fun seeing how everybody smelt different things." Draco gulped. "Who did you really smell in the Ammortentia though" You put your quill down, staring at him, staring at those silver eyes. "What do you mean?" You asked innocently. You weren't stupid, you knew damn well what Draco had meant.

"You took a rather long time wondering what you had smelt in the potion? Are you sure you weren't making up the scents?" He quirked his eyebrow and smirked devilishly. You shook your head bashfully. "It was hard detecting the scents, as none of the scents were rather strong." Draco must've been dumbfounded, as it was a perfectly good reason.

"Alright then, so - if I were to use this on you," he pulled out a small vile of dark green liquid - Veritaserum. "Would you tell the truth?" You began choking out your words, stammering. "You broke into Professor Snape's cabinet didn't you? And I promise you, it takes a bunch of skill to perfect Veritaserum!" You gathered your books, piling them on top of one another.

"You’re right, I did steal it from Professor Snape." He was smirking roguishly, playfully tapping the vile with his forefinger. "You wouldn't dare to use that on me, wouldn't you?" You gasped, moving on your seat to sit on your knees so you could easily leave if necessary. "No, I only did it to get a reaction out of you," he giggled. You glared at him. "Why were you acting like that if you truly smelt something that wasn't a lie?" By now he got up, and was now leaning on a stone pillar from behind his leather chair.

There was no point in trying to argue, so you gathered your books and made an attempt to leave. "For Merlin's sake Draco! I'm leaving, so good night to you." You attempted to briskly pace past him before he grabbed your shoulder. "Who did you smell?" He asked once more. You were now tired and lethargic, and for Merlin above all did you just want to get out of his grasp, so you told him.

"Let go of me! IT WAS FUCKING YOU!" He let go of your shoulder, but for some reason you didn't move, and only bashfully stared at his collarbone; which was slightly visible as his jumper hung low. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" You suddenly felt him get impossibly close to you; and for a second his chest was against yours; your books being squashed between the two of you. Something told you to look up, and you did.

His lips were against yours; moving quickly and fervently. You gasped against his lips as your books fell to your feet, and your arms absentmindedly wrapped around his lean figure. All the hatred, every annoying quirk of him, every single terrible thing he had done left your mind, as your stomach twisted and turned. You definitely couldn't say you weren't enjoying it, because you were. You had never been kissed with such passion and desperateness, and only now had you realised just how badly you had needed it.

His large hands roamed down, pst your skirt, to your inner thighs, before you felt him lift you up. You whined at the feeling at first, but gasped when he pushed you up so you were above him; and your legs wrapped around his waist at their own accord. He groaned as you bit down deliciously on his bottom lip, before you were met with the plush of the leather couch.

He towered over you, your figure below him; his pants tightening at the sight of your skirt slightly hitched up. But he never wasted more than a minute not having his lips against yours, his hips beginning to grind against your clothed figure. His hands trailed downwards to bunch your skirt up to your waist, completely revealing your light pink colour underwear.

You hadn't known if it was possible to burn for somebody touch this much, but it clearly was. There was a sound coming from the boy's dorms staircase, and at first you both hadn't responded, until it was too late. "Ayo," Theo spoke, trying to make his way up the stairs unheard when he saw the two of you. Your cheeks turned a furious shade of red, and you tried to pull your skirt down to cover your lower half.

"Merlin Theo!" Draco grunted. "Sorry- I just heard shouting, but erm. Good luck!" He chuckled, as he practically ran up the stairs. You squealed as you slipped from underneath him, running towards the girls dorms. "Sorry!" You sighed, running up the stairs, not caring about your books still on the floor. God, what were you going to tell 'Mione?

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Ketterdam / Kaz Brekker x Reader

contains: angst, fluff at the end, bit of swearing trauma mentions

a/n: honestly ,i've finished this like three days ago, i just haven't posted it up until now. i haven't read the books so just let me know if there's anything inaccurate! enjoy!

warnings: swearing, trauma mentions, death mentions, angsty

word count: 1.6k+

You couldn't help but hopelessly gaze out to the bleak Ketterdam sky. Every night, although you had no idea why, you would expect to peer up to an enthralling sky, brought together with stars forming foreign constellations, the dark sky beyond the stars creating a handsome contrast to the eyes. But no, instead you were disappointed to be met with the dull Ketterdam sky. From the sheer light pollution, the stars had seemed to evaporated, not a single twinkling star in sight. The only visible 'stars' were the bright ones, but from further studies you were to realise that these 'stars' were in fact other planets. However, the moon certainly wasn't a let down.

On a full moon, the sky would become much more tolerable, the moonlight beaming down on Ketterdam as if it was thrashing its deadly streams of light on the city. The sky would light up, the angelic light producing the look of a candle in a dark room. Your early childhood years would be pervaded by the memories of staring up to the moon in your bed, wondering how the saints could've created such beauty. However, tonight the moon was waxed, and you hung onto the small crescent shaped light. Normally at times like these, you would think of your parents, and what you could've done to prevent what had happened.

The night was indeed a waxed crescent, except further out into the country, stars would paint the sky, if it hadn't been the middle of winter, with the bitter cold and the dull clouds. It snowed for majority of the year, however when summer came, the nostalgia began. The heatwaves you certainly weren't used to, but you'd remember your mother fussing over you when you came back from playing outside as a small child when they had occurred, your face being all puffed out and pink. When summer in Ketterdam came, you were nothing but enlightened to be looking forward to a heatwave, just to feel the same nostalgia you had felt every year.

Your parents had both been Grisha, and you certainly were expected to be one as well. Having both parents descent from Grisha heritage was almost guaranteed for the child to be one as well, but in your case, you weren't. Well if you were, you hadn't known, the chances were slim after all. You hadn't shown the signs of such powers when you were a toddler as your parents had, and no matter how much your father tried to engage your powers, no amount of training or encouragement could. This, of course, was before Grisha's had been granted the same freedoms as ordinary people, with your parents moving to the countryside to escape from being captured from the Druskelle.

Up into you were seven years old, your parents hideaway had worked. A small community of Grisha had lived just up the road, and you had lived off with whatever food they could manage to produce. Every now and then, there would be plenty of food dropped in front of your doorstep, courtesy of some kind Grisha without a doubt. While majority of Grisha had struggled to have farms with the small time period of warmth, there would be plenty of food for three months, and a smaller time period after that to enjoy the preserved food from harvest.

Thankfully, the village (if you could call it that) was entirely able to protect themselves. Not to mention, there was healers as well if there was ever to be trouble. So, when your parents had been captured, and taken away by the Druskelle, it was entirely unexpected. You'd had hoped that your parents were entirely capable of defending themselves when it was needed; you had seen their capabilities as Grisha. Your father was a Durast; and his powers were certainly not weak.

Everyone assumes that when your a Durast, your powers are entirely useless - this was of course, before General Kirigan had come along. What good would manipulating materials, or making flowers bloom do? The answer? Many things. Your father could've easily manipulated stone to be hurdled towards a large group of Druskelle easily if he pleased. He could easily move objects to be in his grasp; such as weapons. Practically, his powers included such useful things for battle and survival

As for your mother, she was a Heartrender. She was the only Heartrender in the village for all everyone knew. She hadn’t used her powers very much; as there wasn’t much of a use for them.

That night, when your parents were torn away from you, was traumatic. It was a vivid night, during the Spring. You remembered the breeze against your skin of that night as your helplessly ran out of the house, only in your nightgown. Being a child, you knew little of what to do, only to run up the road to the close community. You still had scars on the soles of your feet from the gravel puncturing your skin to crimson, but you hadn’t cared. The tears on your face had been wiped off from the wind tearing at it, your skin feeling oddly stiff.

This lady; you still hadn’t known her name to this day; but you leapt onto her. She clearly knew full well what had happened; seeing a child in such distress, tired, somewhat injured. Her face was kind, and her smile was sweet. She hushed you tenderly, cradling you in her lap. You looked beyond her face, up to the waxed crescent moon. But there it was; a cloud.

You had savoured this moment for what had seem to be a long time. It was cut short, when the Druskelle raided the village. The lady ran with you still in her arms, and you still remember the disturbing image of her worried face. The Druskelle were too powerful; she was an Inferno, and tried to ward off the Druskelle, but her attempts were unsuccessful.

A rope binded her body, and she was stuck; helpless. One Druskelle snatched you from her loving arms, and you remember being struck down into the back of a wagon; tied up. You had screamed for help, but your cries were muffled by cloth that they had stuck into your mouth. Eventually, your cries had become idle, and you fell into darkness.

You woke, being untied, blearing lights forced into your recently-awoken irises. Little did you know that you would have to get used to these lights for the next sixteen years.

"Are you even listening?" Kaz's voice drawled out. You were snapped back to reality, and at that point, you were grateful. Every time you had thought about your parents, about what had happened, you were sucked from what was happening right in front of you. You hadn't even noticed Kaz entering the room.

"No," you gulped. Kaz sighed, sauntering over to the window. The silence that followed was uncomfortable, and you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. "I know you were thinking about your parents." You scoffed. "So what if I was? It's none of your damn business." The raven haired man ushered towards you, clenching his jaw and shaking his head.

"Look! It's been sixteen years! Just accept that your parents have died and move on!" You were taken aback; this man couldn't have been any more horrible, any more sour than he possibly was being right now. Anger, sadness, everything ran through you at that single moment. "Kaz! How dare you, I-" You stood up, and almost pushed him backwards by the shoulders, before he poked you hard in the stomach with his cane.

"Fucking hell!" You groaned. Kaz looked at you, in full seriousness; no amusement on his face at all. "You getting all droopy and sad isn't going to be well for our heist, especially with people on our back," he sighed. "Forget about your parents." You got up, not caring about the pain rumbling in your abdomen. "Forgetting about them is like me asking for you to take off your god damn gloves and stop being irrational!" Fuck.

You knew you had taken it way too far; you had expected for him to ask you to leave, or maybe even shout at you, but Kaz was better than that. "This is about you, not me." He acted as if he wasn't hurt by your comment, but inside, your words hit him like sandstone. Even you knew, you could see it in his bitter black eyes. "Can we agree on something?" He asked, impatient.

Obviously, you hadn't meant it, and he knew too, but you nodded. "Good," he began to wander out of the room. "Look, Kaz, I'm sorry about what I said, really." He turned around, his expression calm, yet significantly stern, and he raised his left eyebrow. "It was honestly just the heat of the moment, I swear," you blurted out.

He nodded curtly, yet still stared at you, seemingly as to take in your features. Your mouth fell agape and you treaded towards him. You looked down at his boots, as you were too worried to look up at him. Your hands trailed up to his shoulder, patting it gently, staring at his neck.

He was looking down at you. His cheeks grew hot, and sensed a sudden moment of idolisation. He backed away, shaking his head turning around, about to reach the door handle. "Don't worry about it," he disclosed, slipping out of the room and closing the door. You fell backwards almost, but caught yourself, and you shook your head. "Saints," you whispered, rubbing your hands over your face.

Kaz smirked to himself behind the door, but quickly composed himself. "It's nothing, he murmured.

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #shadow and bone #alina starkov #nina zenik #matthias helver #six of crows #soc #fanfics #wattpad #harry potter #leigh bargudo #booksreader #angst

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Writing a fanfiction has proven certainly not easy. I’m burnt out. Please give me a break <3

While the Marauders Fanfiction is somewhat forming (I’ve written the drafts of the the first five chapters, amongst all the planning,) I’ve decided to focus on another fandom to write a small fanfiction about. :)

I’m in the midst of writing a small SOC (Six of Crows) fanfiction, which will be a Kaz x Reader. I haven’t read the books but have done a fair bit of research (and I know about his trauma, the poor thing.) I’ll be very careful at white I write don’t worry. :)

Well that’s it for the small update. Apologies for being so inactive. No idea when the SOC fanfiction will be posted, maybe in 2 weeks? who knows. :)

(im also updating my blog appearance) :)

#six of crows #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #milo the goat

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Saw a tiktok saying how Sirius would love this song and Remus would absolutely despise it. I agree very much.

#sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #headcannon #Spotify

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Headache | Remus Lupin

summary: Trying to complete an essay under the little time span of forty-eight hours was not easy. In an attempt to complete the horrid task, a pounding headache threatens you. Your loving boyfriend however, finds a way to calm you.

a/n: I feel as if I’ve been gone for an extremely long time. I’m sorry! I’ve just had no motivation to write really and I was suffering from Writer’s block and couldn’t conjure up any ideas. I apologise for the shortness of it, and sorry if the quality isn’t as great! It’s currently 11pm at night and I just finished editing this; although I probably made a few typo’s or errors. Enjoy! <33

It was a grand autumn evening. The wind howled and whistled as it gently breezed by the golden leaves of the branchy trees, and the sun rested assuringly amongst the mere clouds. You sat glumly on your bed; your eyes boring into the sheet of gold parchment that lay before you.

An a thousand word page essay was to be written just under the little time span of forty-eight hours, and the horrid pent up feeling of stress ran right through you. Your head ached terribly; as so did every muscle and part of your body.

Your quill tapped against the parchment, awaiting for ideas and thoughts to cloud your mind. It was no use of course; your headache beginning to ripple with such severity that your eyes squeezed shut.

Long-written essays like these were difficult; especially when teachers gave very little time on them. Of course, you came by a headache here and there; but never, had you experienced a headache this dreadful.

You hastily picked up your parchment and paraphernalia and placed them untidily on your desk; before sighing loudly and climbing into the chambers of your bed.

You threw your heavy bedsheets on you; lying in a pathetic slumped heap. Head pounding, muscles aching, and anxiety rippling through you all at once.

By now, the sun had began to set. Dreadfully noisy chatter filled the dorm corridors as students began to perambulate down to dinner. Groaning in annoyance, you dug your fingernails into your temples.

All you wanted to do was disintegrate into the bed; completely isolate yourself from the outside world. It felt as if a quaffle was smashing into your skull with such strong force; your eyes snapped shut, before you quietly sobbed into your pillow.

Why wouldn’t this cursed headache leave you alone? You hadn’t even noticed the door creak open, as you jumped at the gentle contact of a hand resting on your shoulder. “Love?”

The reassuring voice of Remus calmed you down, as your heart slowed it’s pace, and your thoughts were at peace. You let out a lewd hiccup , before turning your body and hugging the boy tightly.

The boy wasted no time to allow his calloused hands to rest on your back; rubbing it soothingly. Your sobs and hiccups diminishing as you felt a surge of relief course through you.

“What’s wrong, talk to me,” Remus asked, after a while of him holding you in his embrace. You turned your head upwards; a slight pound in your skull as a result. “My head hurts,” your words came out slurred, as you were quite tired and lethargic.

Remus pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. “Why don’t we get some medicine, hmm?” You nodded sleepily, before the boy slipped out of the room. God were you lucky to have a boyfriend like Remus.

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Abuse ~ s.b ~

includes: 1.6k Words+ one swear word, parental abuse (little mentions), mistreatment, solitary confinement, practically torture, small crush, angsty, some fluff however.

summary: As Orion, Walburga, and Regulus are out on a meeting with the Dark Lord- although they never admitted it, they left Sirius locked in his room under the supervision of Kreacher. You rescue Sirius, although it's proven tricky.

You treaded through the creaky, narrow hallway briskly; peering into the ajar doors every once and a while. Your new, black Doc Martens stomped onto the tatted old, handsome green coloured rug beneath your feet; a faint trail of wet footprints trailing behind your path. The huge, glass pane windows did little to block out the harsh wind from the outrageous storm brewing outside; the wind causing the paint-chipping, old-fashioned windows to jolt forward, nearly breaking free from the restraints of the latches.

Grimmauld Twelve Place, was no different from when Orion, Walburga, and Regulus had stayed there. It was still, a dark, glum, and inconspicuous place, without the little life of the members of the Black Family. The three Blacks were out on a meeting in some unknown location; Orion and Walburga leaving their eldest son behind with the old, hunched-over house elf, Kreacher.

Kreacher was loyal to the Blacks, he always was. He would always follow his Mistress's orders and requests whenever he was required to do so, and would stop at no measures. When Walburga strictly told Kreacher that Sirius was to be kept in his room at all times, he was more than happy to oblige.

Sirius would be undoubtedly suffering from the lack of physical touch from the outside world. Although he had the little mirror which was used to be able to keep in touch with James, it wasn't enough, it wasn't the same. He longed for the physical company of his best friend; for the company of Hogwarts.

You were a pureblood yourself. The child of parents of whom are pureblood supremacists. You had an advantage in this situation. Sirius's parents adored you; them believing you went strictly with their beliefs and morals. In reality, you were no different from Sirius; not caring about blood type, and fighting for what's right.

The end of the narrow hallway lead to a broad, wide room. It was dark; with the lack of windows not allowing any sunlight into the room. There was multiple doors; assuming this is where the Black's bedrooms were. On one side of the rather wide room, there was a door with Slytherin banners hung up onto the old-fashioned door hinges. However, it was the opposite on the other side. Gryffindor banners hung up instead. It had to be Sirius's room.

At that moment, old-hunched-over Kreacher came waltzing into the room; his ugly, bulbous eyes bulging out of his head violently. "Kreacher welcomes you into the Noble House of Black! Kreacher was not expecting Mistress Y/N today," Kreacher croaked. Your lips upturned into a sweet smile. "Yes Kreacher. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my arrival. I'm here to see Sirius," you spoke, peering down at the filthy house elf.

Kreacher thought for a moment; his face contorting in a look of discombobulation, before returning to his wrinkled, neutral face. "Kreacher thinks Mistress Black won't mind," he croaks yet once again, before turning on his stubby heels, before leading off back into the narrow hallway. Kreacher truly was a strange little thing.

Your Doc Martens treaded over towards the door, knocking on the wooden door. A faint rustle of bedsheets perhaps could have been heard through the door; before it quickly swung open. At once, you took in his dreadful appearance. His eyes which were once an enticing, extravagant cerulean blue, now darkened to a dull, boring silver gray; with added horrible purple and yellow eyebags embedded under his eyes. His once astonishingly styled hair, was now matted and tangled dreadfully.

"Y/N," Sirius croaked weakly, eyes glassy and watery. "You came," Sirius smiled delicately. At once, the raven-haired boy incased you in a tight, longing hug. Your breath hitched at the sheer tightness, yet you allowed him to hug you. He let go of you reluctantly, tears forming at the swell of his eyes.

"Oh Sirius," you coo gently, wiping away the newly formed tear with the pad of your thumb. Sirius just smiled widely once again, happiness evident on his exhausted face. "Just, come in please," he spoke, voice cracking. You obliged, following him into his bedroom.

His room was tarnished; dirty laundry thrown everywhere, parchment and quills in rather peculiar places, bedsheets and pillows, filthy dishes, candy wrappers, cigarette ash, and tear-stained tissues. Sirius's window had been boarded up well; although he has clearly made multiple attempts of escaping the treacherous establishment.

"I'm sorry for the mess. I've tried to clean up I swea-" You hush Sirius. "It doesn't matter. I don't care about this mess. For god's sake Sirius you've been locked up in your room for two whole weeks! Walburga is a horrible woman, you don't deserve any of this," you gritted, angrily. Walburga was a bitch, and everyone knew it, although no one would want to admit it; in fear of the power she possesses.

"Now, I'm here to rescue you from this torture chamber." Sirius stuttered for a moment, trying to dig to find the correct words. "But- but what about Kreacher! He could tell my mother, then my punishment could even be worse than this for Merlins sake!" You sighed knowlingly.

"Sirius, it's not just me who's trying to rescue you. The Marauders, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, Dumbledore, and McGonagall are all in on this too. Dumbledore chose me for this mission since my parents are friends with yours, and your parents have their trust in me. Your parents trust me, although that trust is about to be broken." Your eyes flitted across the filthy room for a moment, before stepping towards the boarded up door.

"Let's get you looking presentable," you began. You treaded briskly over to Sirius's closet, looking at the long train of the ridiculous amount of trendy outfits. "I suppose you don't have an outfit for this type of mission?" You chuckled. Sirius giggled, his face lightening up instantly. You wanted to stop time, to take a photograph. Seeing Sirius's face look so alive and enlightened after a torturing two weeks was so refreshing.

You closed the closet door as Sirius changed out of his filthy clothes. During this time, you couldn't help but stare at your reflection in the mirror. You suddenly became very aware and self-conscious of your current appearance. Of how your hair was slightly ruffled and windswept; how your cheeks were embarrassingly red, and the small pimple on your cheek.

You'd developed a little crush on Sirius Black perhaps. But you couldn't help it. His strong, sharp jaw, handsome face, plump pink lips, ravishing eyes, confident personality. God, could you truly ask for a better man? The closet door swung open, and Sirius stepped out in some loose denim jeans, held up by a black leather belt, a David Bowie shirt, and a new-looking pair of leather boots with mustard yellow laces.

"I tried my best okay?" he chuckled. You laughed. You've always admired Sirius's sense of fashion; it was so in-style and trendy, yet it suited him so well. "Now, we probably don't have time to do your hair, so just tie it up." Sirius was quick to comply, grabbing an elastic hair tie and briskly throwing his locks into a bun.

Your breath hitched audibly. Sirius rarely put his hair up, and it sure was a sight to see. The pulled back hair made Sirius's handsome complexion so much more prominent; as you fought back the urge to perish in thin air. "You alright there?" Sirius asks, innocently and clueless. "Yeah" you swallowed harshly, before turning around and hiding your bashful expression.

"Let's keep on task, right." You inhaled deeply, before clutching your wand tightly and removing it from your right denim jean pocket. Pointing the wand towards the boarded up window, you took no hesitation before screaming "BOMBARDA!" At once, the wooden planks burst open at the sheer spell; exploding and landing all over Sirius's tarnished room.

The window panes of the paint-chipping, old-fashioned windows were slightly cracked at the weak corners, however the rest remained visibly fine fortunately. Walburga would hardly notice, as most of Grimmauld Twelve's place windows looked like that anyway.

The raining, stormy streets of London came into view. Thunder struck loudly somewhere nearby; as lightning illuminated the clouded sky. "Raincoats," you murmured, reaching behind to your backpack and pulling out two pairs of clear, large raincoats.

You handed Sirius one; him pulling it over himself as you did the same. At that moment, you lifted the latches of the window; opening it. Pop. Kreacher appeared. "Kreacher is alerted when Master Sirius tries to escape. Mistress Y/N, why you helping Master Sirius escape?" Kreacher croaked.

You sighed, tired and wanting to get on with the mission. "Kreacher, I've come to help Sirius escape. I know it may be weird knowing I'd do such a thing, but you must promise not to tell Walburga anything." You knew Kreacher couldn't keep a secret from his own Mistress, so you didn't know why you bothered.

"Kreacher must tell Mistress Black everything." Kreacher replied, before he left with a pop. He was going to tell Walburga. You had to act quick. At once, you began clambering down the high window, before landing on the front door step of Grimmauld Twelve Place.

Sirius landed shortly after you; Doc Marten cladded feet stomping. "Your mum is probably going to apparate here soon, so we have to go. Dumbledore told us to wait at the train station, everyone's going to be there and then James's parents are going to take us to their house for the rest of the holidays."

Sirius nodded, eager to leave. The two of you began walking down the rainy, glum streets of London together, your two figures eventually becoming smaller an smaller from the sight of Grimmauld Twelve place.

#sirius black #sirius being sirius #all the young dudes #atyd #fanfiction #fanfics #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans simp #lily evans #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #reccs

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James Potter Masterlist

smut: ★ | fluff: ☽ | angst: ✧

*smut is marked with a star*

Blurbs:

Fics:

Autumn Afternoons ★

james fucks you after his quidditch practice.

[more coming soon luvies!]

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Marauders Era Masterlist

last updated: 8/06/21

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Marlene Mckinnon [ coming soon! ]

(any other characters let me know!)

#marauders #marauders era #masterlist fiction #masterlist #fiction #jily #lily potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #st0nedl0ver #lily evans

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Sirius Black Masterlist

smut: ★ | fluff: ☽ | angst: ✧

*smut is marked with a star*

Blurbs:

Eyeliner ☽

where you do sirius’s eyeliner so that remus will fall in love with him.

Bored Afternoons ☽

where sirius is bored, but you’re too busy reading. so he forces you to get up and dance with him.

Fics:

Abuse

you rescue sirius from his abusive parents

[more coming soon luvies!]

#sirius orion black #sirius black #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #fiction #masterlist

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Lily Evans Masterlist

smut: ★ | fluff: ☽ | angst: ✧

* smut is marked with a star*

Blurbs:

Heat ☽

where lily discovers a spell to help with the horrid scotland heat

Filth ★

seggs. seggs. seggs.

Morning ☽

you wake up with lily

Fics:

Secret | Part 2 | Part 3 ☽

you have a crush on lily, but you have to go on a date with remus to disguise your hopeless little crush on the girl

[more coming soon luvies!]

#lily evans simp #lily evans #masterlist fiction #masterlist

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Remus Lupin Masterlist

smut: ★ | fluff: ☽ | angst: ✧

*smut is marked with a star*

Blurbs:

The Dark Lord ✧ ☽

where you are in trouble with Lord Voldemort, but Remus saves the day.

“Read To Me”☽

where you beg remus to read romeo and juliet to you until you fall asleep

Full Moon ☽ ✧

another full moon with remus.

Headaches ☽

Remus helps to soothe your headache.

Fics:

[ more coming soon luvies! ]

#remus lupin #masterlist #anything for our moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony #masterlist fiction

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Bored Afternoons | s.b

a/n: ahh! i haven’t been posting a lot since its been hectic and all as im currently enrolling in a new school! i’ve also been caught up in a mountain of homework; but i’ve managed to scrape in some writing! by the way; the book is pride and prejudice by Jane Austen thats in here!

warnings; rlly nothing. sirius being a horny mf in like one or two sentences.

summary: sirius is bored, however your too busy reading. but, you two end up dancing. (omg, thats sounds like a cringey netflix summary, but i promise the writing is way better!)

you were in a languid position; body slumped onto the bed, whilst your hands held a short thin book. your eyes scanned quickly over the words printed onto the worn-pages; your mind completely emerged in the book before you.

When the ladies removed after dinner, Elizabeth ran up to her sister, and seeing her well guarded from the cold, attended her into the drawing-room, where she was welcomed by her two friends with many professions of pleasure; and Elizabeth had never seen them so agreeable as they were during the hour which passed before the gentleman appeared.

You hadn’t noticed that the old-oak door had creaked open; revealing a very spiritless looking Sirius; a rare emotion for the raven haired boy. Speaking of his hair, it hadn’t carried the normal flourish it normally had, and his locks were slightly matted. His stormy eyes which were normally filled with glints of thrill and excitement, were now boresome shades of dull gray.

The boy had closed the door; with you still emerged in your book, and sat down on the foot of your bed. Sirius twiddled with his thumbs for a while, assuming that you were quickly skimming through a page, before tapping your foot lightly.

The sudden sensation made you finally peak up from the white pages of your book, Sirius smiling slightly. “Darling, I’m bored.” Sirius said, a small trace of a whine evident in his voice.

“I’m reading a book Sirius. Go play with James or something,” you replied, continuing to bury your nose deep into your book. “James is at quidditch practice! Remus is too busy studying, and I can’t find Peter.” You rolled your eyes at this.

“You’re being meannnnn!” Sirius whined. You stayed still. Sirius sighs dramatically, getting up and spinning circles in your dorm. He began singing his rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, dancing to himself here and there.

You stifled a laugh silently behind your wrist; your focus on your book long diminished. “Aha!” Sirius laughed, pointing at you. “You are listening to me,” he began, walking towards you in a strut.

“Now what are you doing sitting down there? Now come up and join me,” he says, smirking and pulling you up from your bed. At first, Sirius innocently twirled you around, before making provocative movements that made you gasp and slap his arm lightly; although it was hilarious to see him almost trip over. You were glad that you’d had stop reading.

(THAT SHORT SNIPPET IN PARAGRAPH TWO IS FROM THE BOOK ‘PRIDE AND PREJUDICE’ BY JANE AUSTEN! )

#sirius black #sirius orion black #reader x sirius black #fiction #jily #lily potter #marauders #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #wolfstar #st0nedl0ver #lily evans #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #james potter #james fleamont potter #booksreader

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Heat | Lily Potter

summary: summer in scotland is purely torture, isn’t it? after a rather hot day at hogwarts, and a rather exhausting day for you; lily had discovered a spell to help with the heat.

warnings: none! simply just [y/n] and lily being platonic friends!

authors note: i literally had no idea what i was doing when i wrote this. this has terrible plot, yet i feel as if this is one of my bests works yet. if any of you guys have ideas that’d you’d like me to write please just message me! thank you and enjoy! :)

The sunlight fleeted across the field with woven strands; the grass blossoming from the pure sun. Summer in Scotland was purely torture; from going to unforgivingly bitter weather, to scorching blistering heat, in the time span of three months was deranged.

Students could be found lying across the grass exhaustedly, simply conversing or socialising out in the extreme heat. On the other hand, some students simply stayed indoors; although it rarely did much to block out the fervid temperatures.

It had been a bone-weary day; your hands had ached and cramped as you held your quill for such prolonged hours, and your eyes felt heavy as they threatened to shut. The quill in your hand began to stutter ever-so-slightly, before falling flat onto your piece of parchment.

Of course you’d fallen asleep. Last night was restless; with creme bed sheets tossing and turning about; as a result of the humidity. Your dorm mates had shook you awake aggressively that morning, saying that you had unfortunately missed breakfast and that there was only ten more minutes until lessons had commenced.

There went your only source of energy; as you would’ve missed out on lunch as well as a result of agonising detention. Although, you couldn’t have expected much from this week; as it already had been a disaster much earlier in the week.

Lily had burst through the wooden door, laughing and squealing ostentatiously. Your body jolted awake at the sudden noise, shock registering. “Oh! Sorry [Y/N!] But I’ve discovered a spell to help us with the heat!” Lily sighs, her body slumping down onto your bed.

Your body slouched forward; sitting up slightly, and stared hazily at the red-headed girl before you. “So- this spell? What is it exactly?” you murmured, rubbing your eyes; and your voice appearing thick with slight sleep.

“Right, so all you have to do is waver your wand like this,” Lily demonstrates a difficult complicated star-shape with her wand, flicking it midair. “Then all you have to say is ‘frigidior Thracam caliditas’, Lily announced. At once, the temperature of your shared-dorm room began to drop drastically; the room perceiving cooler.

“You really did it Lily,” you gasped out, leaning back into your pillow. “Teach me! Draw the movement onto this piece of parchment for me!” you shoved a quill and parchment into Lily’s delicate hands. She hid a slight giggle at your eagerness behind her wrist, and began to trace the complicated wand work onto the parchment; drawing arrows to the correct direction of the movement.

She placed the piece of parchment delicately back into your hands, before studying her diagram for just a moment. It had looked like a pentagram, however instead of it becoming pointy; it had rounded edges, and resembled a ball in a way.

You leaned over to your bedside table where you wand had sat; picking it up, and wavering your wrist to match the diagram. It was preposterous on how difficult wand movements could be; however, after about thirty minutes of continuous tracing, and spell murmuring, you had mastered the spell.

Not only could you drop the temperature; but raise it up to a more mellow, comfortable feel. Lily sat in the love seat on the other side of the dormitory; no longer pulling of layers and wiping sweat from the back of her neck. The day had turned out quite well in the end after all.

#fiction #jily #lily potter #marauders #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #st0nedl0ver #lily evans #anything for our moony #all the young dudes #atyd

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The Dark Lord | r.l

summary: on a failed order mission, you end up being caught by death eaters; being forced to duel with voldemort himself.

warnings: angsty, mentions of killing. fluff and kissing at the end.

a/n: sorry lovies i took so long to post! i’ve just been so submerged in homework recently since im a procastinator! ill post heaps this week to make up :)

“Now, what’s your name?” Voldemort had asked, his slitted eyes glaring with hatred into yours. Your wrists were raw red; the enchanted manacles clawing at your skin. You did not reply to Voldemort, as you couldn’t find the voice to speak.

“Her name is [Y/N] [L/N], sir. She’s apart of the so- called, Order.” A gruffy, old death-eater spoke out; voice booming across the long hall. “Ah,” Voldemort sighed, as if he had just drunken deeply after clenched thirst.

“Of course you are. No wonder you were just lurking outside, hoping to spy on us.” Voldemort had snarled. By now, most of the death-eaters had been fidgeting constantly in anticipation, wondering what was about to happen.

This was ridiculous; you thought to yourself. You had not feared the dark lord of course, his presence had meant nothing to you. However, you couldn’t help but think how much you wanted to break your wrists free, climb over the table to your wand, and destroy him. Destroy him for all little pain he had inflicted on anyone.

No one from the Order could show up now. Not with the Dark Lord himself here. Especially now since he had the Elder Wand, which Voldemort now had in his hand, pointing towards you. “You do know what this is right?” Voldemort spoke, twirling the Elder Wand in his long, slender fingers.

“I know what it is you prick. I’m not stupid,” you spat, bravely. A few of the death eaters gasped, a few of them however looked furious. But the Dark Lord’s expression himself, remained the same.

“Quite brave of you, [Y/N]. You should learn to mind your manners however,” the Dark Lord seethed. “But Sir! She-“ A Death Eater was cut off as Voldemort gave a warning glance.

“Patience,” he said. Voldemort had given a faint swish with the tip of his wand; the tight bounding manacles breaking from your wrists. You quickly fell down to your knees at the unexpected action.

“We shall duel, Miss [L/N]. And you clearly know the cost if you lose.” You quickly got up, brushing the dirt and grime from off your jeans. Fear began to rise. Yes, you did not fear Voldemort; however, you knew not to underestimate his powers.

With the Elder wand, combined with the power he withholds; he could most likely kill, and blast you to the other side of the room with a single flick of his wrist. “I expect you to accept this offer. Or I could just kill you right now I suppose.”

You immediately reached down towards your wand, pulling it out. You thought that your wand looked absolutely pathetic facing the one and only Elder Wand. A few Death Eaters had now begun whispering to each other in excitement.

“Wands at the ready,” Voldemort spoke. At once, the two of you held your wands above your faces, glaring. Then, you turned away; walking at least three meters before turning back to face him again.

“1...”

“2..”

“3..”

“AVADA KED-“

“STOP!” Remus had yelled, bursting in from the tall old fashioned door; and blasting the disarming spell. Voldemort’s wand had flew out of his hands, landing somewhere forgotten.

“GET AWAY FROM HER’” Remus ran towards Voldemort with such speed, that he was there within a matter of milliseconds; and pushed Voldemort aggressively to the ground.

The Death Eaters went wild; howling and yelling with anger. Millions of different curses began flying about the room, before Remus grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the door.

The hallway was echoey and loud, as both you and Remus’s feet ran quickly and loudly across the marble flooring. The door had burst open, and you were welcomed to the humid, evening.

“Back To Grimmauld Place?” Remus asked, anxiously looking behind him from the ajar doors. You nodded. At once, you both turned on the spot; apparating to Grimmauld 12 Place.

Remus and you landed with a pop in the kitchen of Grimmauld 12 Place. Molly shrieked with terror, and the rest of the Order began standing up from their chairs; walking over to you.

“Oh [Y/N], are you alright?”

“Are you injured?”

“What had happened?”

Your head began pounding at the events from earlier, before a warm, large, hand was placed onto your shoulder. “I’m sure [Y/N] will answer your questions tomorrow, however I’m sure she’d be best getting to bed. It is getting late,” Remus spoke.

Everyone nodded in agreement, wishing you goodnights and sweet dreams. Remus and you climbed up the stairs, before heading towards your shared bedroom onto the left.

He had helped you get changed into your silk pajamas; while he changed you climbed into bed. Remus had changed into an old Queen shirt, and pleated pajama pants.

The bed had dipped, as he climbed into bed with you; kissing your shoulder. “Love you,” he whispered in your ear. You hummed quietly, moving closer to his figure. That was enough, as you two fell into a deep, enjoyable sleep.

#fiction #jily #lily potter #marauders #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #st0nedl0ver #lily evans #voldemort #tom riddle #dark lord #angst #angsty #harry potter #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #wizarding world #harry james potter

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Secret | Part 3 | Lily Evans

summary: Lily finally recognises her feelings for you.

warnings: none, kissing. at this point if your homophobic and still reading this what the heck, get off my page.

a/n: this is very short! yet i wanted it to be a sweet, short ending. :)

Lily slammed the dormitory door shut in your face; her cries and tears muffled by the door. “Lily!” you cried, continuously knocking on the door. No reply.

You grew impatient, wondering what could possibly have caused her to just run away like that. You reached for your wand; pointing it towards the door. “Alohomora!” you announced, the door slamming open.

The red headed girl was hugging her pillow tightly, snapping her head towards the door as it slammed open. “G-go away!” she yelled, throwing the stuffed pillow towards you.

The pillow hit your body and fell limply onto the carpet. “What’s wrong?” you asked, confused; sitting onto her bed. She shook her head, tears falling.

“I - I don’t even know what’s wrong! It’s just,” she stopped, staring down. “I’m confused, just- When I saw you kissing Remus, I felt jealous.” It hit you immediately.

Lily loved you, but she was confused about it. “Oh Lily,” you said, leaning forward to press your lips onto hers. She was still for a moment, and you felt horrible. You pulled away, yet the moment your lips left her’s, her lips crashed onto yours once again.

The kiss was intimate, yet gentle. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like sweet strawberries. You wanted to taste more of her, yet you contained yourself. You pulled away; lips forming into a gentle smile.

“Are you still confused?” you asked, smiling. She shook her head laughing. “Oh, no I don’t think so.”

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Secret | Part 2 | Lily Evans

summary: after Lily discovering that ‘you had a crush on Remus’, she sets you two up on a date. you only did this so Lily couldn’t find out your dirty little secret.

warnings: none, some kissing but thats it. again if your homophobic leave, wtf are u doing here. anyways, enjoy!

a/n: you guys loved the last one so i had to make a second. i’ll be making a third part soon hopefully!

The Scotland weather was unsurprisingly frigid; the tip of your nose pink and ice cold. Hogsmeade Saturday had came quicker than you anticipated, and just now; you were leaving Hogwarts grounds, with Lily, Marlene and Mary surrounding you.

“Oh, I’m just so happy for you and Remus!” Lily exclaims, shooting you a warm smile. You felt your cheeks slightly warm up at Lily’s gorgeous smile; yet it wouldn’t matter if your cheeks appeared pink; in spite of the astonishingly cold weather.

“Let me know if Remus has good stamina,” Mary whispered loudly; a type of whisper for everyone to hear. “Mary!” Marlene gasped out, playfully slapping her arm. “What?” Mary asked, acting confused, before bursting out into fits of laughter.

By the time the four of you had reached the meeting point, the four marauders were already there. Remus looked unusually nervous; yet you knew what for; his hair was windswept, hands fidgety, eyes gazing about everywhere. You just had to hope he’d be able to pull this playful act off carefully.

“Oi Evans! Over here!” James’s loud, booming voice calling out to none other than the red headed girl. You couldn’t help but have a slight jar full of jealousy; Lily loved James, although she would never admit it. You loved Lily, yet you knew it was absolutely impossible for her to love you back.

“James! Don’t you have any respect for women?” Lily asks, walking up to James rolling her eyes. “It’s nice to see you too,” James replies, a toothy grin escaping his lips. God, sometimes you wanted to slap the grins out of James Potter.

Marlene began a quick conversation with Peter about something you didn’t care to listen about, while James and Lily had a quick usual bicker. Turning to Remus, he was talking to Sirius in a low hushed voice.

“Sirius, all it is is an act so that Lily won’t find out about- well er- you know.” Sirius nodded in affirmation. “Yes Moony, I know.” Sirius replied. Remus nodded before turning to you. His eyes looked so lost, unsure on what to do.

“Just pretend like your in those muggle films!” you whispered. Remus nodded. “Err, Hey there beautiful,” he said, kind of awkwardly. You wanted to perish right then and there. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely was not that!

You widened your eyes; telling Remus that what he said was wrong. He understood at once. By this time, Sirius was snickering slightly at Remus’s comment, while the girls giggled. “Oh Moony, you have a lot to learn mate,” Sirius smiled, patting him on the back.

Madam Puddifoots teashop was just how you remembered it from third year. A sweet, stuffy aroma fulfilling the air around you, and the tiny teashop seeming somewhat more crowded.

You and Remus were awkwardly holding each others hands, occasionally pinching the others hand when saying or doing something quite wrong.

Through the glass window panes, you were able to take in the scenery. White snow painted the grass, and fell on top of the tall willow trees. Behind one of the trees, fiery red locks swayed aggressively in the harsh wind.

You stifled a laugh; making it appear as if you were laughing to what Remus had said. “What’s so funny?” he whispered. You leaned in. “They’re watching us, but don’t look.”

You planted a soft kiss on Remus’s cheek, just to make it look real. Remus smiled subtly, enjoying it in a platonic way. They were all watching you through the window panes, yet you were to make it realistic.

Around four in the chilly evening, students began to leave Hogsmeade just in time for dinner. This of course meant that you and Remus’s date had come to an end.

As the two of you walked back towards the tall castle, you were joined by the three other marauders and the cladded group of girls. “So, how were your dates?” Marlene asked.

“Amazing,” you smirked, shoving him playfully. Although your date had come to an end, you still had to keep up the act. You watched as Lily’s perfect plump lips curved up into a sweet soft smile. God you loved that girl.

You all reached the castle and began bidding your goodbyes, as the marauders were going to the Quidditch pitch to watch James and Sirius practice. You all hugged each other and waved, while everyone was eyeing you and Remus hopefully.

Remus and you both took notice of this, and took no time but to press your lips onto each other. It felt forced, but there was no romantic feelings from the kiss. It was just momentarily your lips moving on each other.

You pulled apart, as the marauders began to howl with shock, and the girls began to squeal. Well all the girls but Lily. Lily looked deeply saddened, her once smiling lips curved into a frown, and her eyes pricked with tears.

You watched as Lily ran away, into the castle.

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