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Reunion // Ominis Gaunt

Warnings: NSFW. Dominis. Unprotected sex.

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

One shot

Word count: 4,744

Keep in mind I'm Dyslexic so there may be spelling/grammar/punctuation errors.

Summery: Ominis has been gone on Auror work and has been out of the country for years. He is finally home and comes around for a little reunion.

A/N: I'm so sorry you are all subjected to such a long rambling. My fingers ran and I followed. Hope you enjoy. Part of this was inspired by this image.

Ominis Gaunt. How to explain Ominis Gaunt?

He was kind. He was caring. He understood your problems. It was very interesting when she learned he was blind. It was many years ago, she had failed a Charms exam. Looking back on it now, that exam wasn't even that important. It was a silly thing to think about how hard she was crying as she walked through the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. The echoing of shoes and sobs following her as she wandered aimlessly around the castle. All of her other friends had already gone to their other classes, leaving her alone with her emotions and thoughts.

"Excuse me?" A gentle voice said behind her.

Turning, she saw a boy. She had seen him before, with his blonde hair slicked back and his piercing blue eyes that never seemed to see her. He was in one of Her other classes, Herbology maybe?

She wiped her face on her robe sleeve, trying to rid the signs of her salty tears before he could get a good look and ask questions.

"Yes?" She said, maybe a little more cutting than she intended.

He didn't seem to notice, "I couldn't help but hear you crying. Are you alright?"

He knew.

"O-Oh. Yes.....I'm fine," She gave a weak smile in hopes of reassuring him.

"You don't sound fine," He took a few steps closer to her, his wand firmly held out in front of him.

Why did he have his wand out like he was ready for a fight?

She sniffled again, "I am. Promise."

A small chuckle escaped his lips, "Very interesting. Already making promises and braking them. And we haven't known each other more than five minutes."

What did he know?

He made his way across the marble floor to stand in front of her. It was interesting, the way he had come from only lead to a dead end, but she could have sworn he wasn't there when she originally passed that part of the corridor.

"Please, I know you don't know me very well, but I can be a very good listener. If you need to talk with someone."

And that that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Not only did he help her feel better that day, but he was always the constant comfort for her during the rest of her schooling days. It wasn't exactly either of their faults when things started to get in the way after graduation and neither of them had really seen each other in person for a few years. Always owls back and forth about where their career paths took them.

Ominis was actually a very good Auror, despite his lack of vision. He and Sebastian worked together, which made her happy that they could stay close with one another. It was a nasty thing that happened with them during their fifth year. It took a while for them to rekindle their friendship. That was really when Ominis and her got close. They were good friends before, but in those months after the incident, Ominis was the one who needed comfort. And that's where she came in. He had alway been there for her, and it was her turn to be there for him. And that's how she found out more about his family. What they did to people. To Him. And there was no way she were going to make him go back to them over the summer.

So she offered to let him stay with her. An offer he tried his hardest to refuse, but she wouldn't let him. The summer months spent with her family were an integral part of what made their bond so strong. The days spent out behind her home sitting in the grass under the old oak tree. The sound of her voice as she read him all of those stories she always talked about. He would often slip into a cat nap as she read to him. When she noticed she couldn't help but smile and continue on reading, lest he wake up again.

And now here she was, sitting at the table in her flat as an owl swooped in, dropping a letter in front of her. She had been expecting the small envelope for a few days. Details of when Ominis would be coming into the city again. He had been away somewhere in Eastern Europe on a case for a while. He had told her that she would not be able to refuse to see him, it had been far too long. She had offered him to come to her flat. She knew he wasn't one for crowded pubs, much preferring a quiet setting.

I'll be there on Friday.

7pm.

Ominis

It was an oddly short note, but he surely was getting things wrapped up and didn't have a lot of time to be sending out his normal pages of writing she had grown accustomed to.

She fiddled with her dress, smoothing the silk under her fingers. The motion was almost unconscious, a way for her to let out the small bit of anxiety that was bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a few sips, hoping to calm her nerves. She knew that Ominis couldn't see her, but she still felt the need to check her appearance in the mirror one more time, just to be sure she looked okay. She had always had a soft spot for the man--She even had a crush on him during their school years. She could feel the old emotions of that school girl crush coming back up to the surface as the clock inched closer to seven. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It had been years since she'd seen him, she was acting silly.

There was a knock at the door.

She set her glass down on the table before making her way down the hall and opening the door.

And there he was, in all of his glory. Time had been very kind to him. He still sported his hair style from school, slicked back and still just as blonde as it had always been. He still had the same smile on his face. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she took him in. He had a wonderful blue three piece suit that fit his chest and arms snuggly.

She took a deep breath, collecting herself, "Ominis!"

"Hello, dear," He held his arms out, inviting her in for a hug.

She didn't hesitate to walk right into them as she snaked her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest. She felt his arms close around her in a tight hug. The feeling of being in his arms was just something so right. She could feel the butterflies of her old crush fluttering in her chest. She almost welcomed them as she took in his cologne. He smelled of mint and something she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps a new aftershave? It had been a long time, he was bound to have something different about him. She wasn't complaining though, she welcomed the delicious aroma he put off.

"Miss me that much?" He chuckled, still holding onto her tightly.

She felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed, and she realized she could hear his heart beating as well, thrumming against his ribs. She looked up at him from her place in his arms and giggled lightly as his jest.

"Is that such a bad thing?" She questioned with a teasing tone to her voice.

She saw the small smile he had been wearing grow wider at her question and he shook his head, "I suppose not."

She smiled up at him and slowly pulled away from his arms, taking his hand and leading him into her home, "Tell me about Eastern Europe. You know I don't get to travel. I would love to hear about it."

They found seats at her small table in her kitchen and she poured him a glass of wine before sitting back where she had her own sitting from before.

"Well, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Sebastian did do a wonderful job at painting me a picture of what it looked like, but I'm not sure I could really do it justice," He admitted as he took a sip of his wine.

"Well, tell me how you saw it. What opinions do you have in that brilliant head of yours."

He smiled again, "Well, how to describe it...."

He thought for a moment, swirling his wine in his hand as he sank back in his chair. He was starting to relax, lose all those silly 'proper' mannerisms. He knew he could really relax with her, not have to worry about the judgment he was so used to.

After a moment he spoke up, "Well, it could be loud. Walking the streets with Sebastian. He told me how beautiful the architecture was, how different it was from home. There were always carriages being driven around, and people. But, there was a little shop down one of the quieter side streets. They had the most wonderful coffee there, and good pastries. The smell of them was so delicious," He was smiling widely as he recounted the memory, "And at night, when all of the people were finally gone.....It was so peaceful. The only sounds were my footsteps and a few owls that had a nest near where we were staying. That was when I really enjoyed the city."

She smiled at him, "That does sound lovely. Maybe on day you can show me that little pastry shop."

"I would love to. I thought about you every time I went there, you know. I know how much you adore sweets and sugary things."

He thought of her? Well, of course she thought of him, but she hadn't thought that he gave her much more thought than when he got a letter from her that he had to write a reply to. It almost caught her off guard.

Ominis noticed her silence and spoke again, "Darling, I must admit--I thought about you more than when I went to that shop. More than when I got your letters," He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he sat up straight again, "I don't know how I've managed these years apart from you, being back here now. When you opened the door I felt like I dove head first into the Black Lake. I can't keep my feelings a secret any longer."

His feelings? What was he talking about? Surely his didn't mean what she thought he did.

He stood from his place at the table and came to stand in front of her before swiftly getting to his knees. He held his hands out to her, an invitation that she couldn't decline. She placed her hands in his and he squeezed them lightly. She looked down at him as he stayed like that for a moment before he continued.

"I'v had feelings for you since we were at school. I thought that maybe it was just a school boy's crush and I would get over it. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship on something that I would forget about in a few weeks," He chuckled, "But I was very wrong."

She sat there, him still holding onto her hands. She watched him carefully, taking in every detail she could. How his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the light filling the room. Every last little beauty mark on his face--They almost looked like constellations. She had realized she was holding her breath at that point and took a sharp inhale.

She felt Ominis's hands tighten around hers as she did so, almost as if he was afraid of her answer. Like if he didn't hold her tight enough, she would float away like a balloon in the wind.

She still harbored feelings for him, but it had been years. He was bound to be a different person, as was she. Would they be able to have a relationship after being away from each other for so long?

"Ominis-" She began before being cut off by his deep sigh.

"Please, just give this a chance. Give us a chance. I have lived without you for too long. You are every thought on my mind. Your voice is like sweet nectar to my ears. Your scent is intoxicating. I understand why men do such rash things for the women they love. I would do anything for you. Anything to be the one who gets to know who you really are behind closed doors. To be the one who gets to feel your soft caress," He suddenly let go of her hands and moved them to rest one on the arm of her chair, and the other to rest on her thigh.

The feeling of his hand on her sent a shiver up her spine. She felt the goosebumps rising under his touch. His words were already making her feel dazed. How could he hide such strong feelings from her for so long? Why did he pick now to tell all of it to her?

She felt his hand squeeze her thigh lightly, another sigh leaving his lips.

"I don't think you understand what you do to me, darling," He chuckled and shook his head almost in a teasing way.

"What?" She could feel her underwear staring to get damp.

He leaned in closer, his chest now hovering over her body and his head tilted up to hers as she looked down at him, "You don't understand what you do to me." His voice was husky now, and barely above a whisper.

She felt her breath hitch and her skin ignite under the warmth of his proximity. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly away with her. In that moment, she could swear that Ominis was staring right at her. Pouring his soul into hers.

He leaned in even more, noses touching and lips ghosting over each other, "I'm going to kiss you now, if you'll allow it."

She barely heard him over the sound of blood pumping in her ears. She couldn't manage to speak, not the she didn't try. So, she opted to just nod ever so lightly, not wanting to move her lips too far away from his.

He pressed his lips to hers, gentle and sweet. It was in his nature to be gentle with her. He had always been that way with her. His hand on the chair swiftly moved to the crook of her neck, finally giving her the skin on skin contact she hadn't realized she was craving. His thumb rested gingerly on her jaw as their lips moved in sync.

After Ominis had done his testing of the waters, she felt his kiss get more aggressive, more rough. More like he was drinking in the sweet waters he had been yearning for, for years. The fire in him only growing as her lips moved to match his rhythm, surprisingly enough for her. She didn't realize she had wanted this so badly, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his hands on her. It was enough to drive her mad, and she craved more.

Ominis moved his lips from hers, earning a soft whimper in disagreement. He chuckled again as his lips adeptly found their way to her neck, laying a path of soft kisses.

She bit her lip, feeling the trail of heat and the tingling sensation he left in his wake. His hand on her thigh moved suddenly, slipping higher, his thumb grazing as he went. He was getting dangerously close to her now. She let out a soft moan as he began sucking on her neck.

She felt him smirk into her skin, "I want to see you. All of you."

What did that mean? See her?

His mouth moved to her ear, his hot breath washing over her. And almost as if he read her mind he spoke in a hushed whisper, "You know I see with my hands."

Oh.

Her body moved before her mind could process. She quickly stood, causing Ominis to almost fall over. He was thankfully quick on his feet, standing not a moment later. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her as she made her way to her room.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, his hands were all over her. She would never know how he seemed to just know. Right now, though, all she could think about was he feeling of him running his hands down her sides as he pressed his body against hers from behind. He went straight back to kissing her neck again as his hands moved to the back of her dress.

She could feel as he delicately undid each button, running his fingers behind on the newly exposed skin of her back.

"Your skin is so much softer than I imagined," He said as he laid a few kisses across her shoulders, pulling the dress down off of them.

As soon as it he got it past her shoulders he let go, letting it fall to the floor, all but forgotten as he slid his hands down her back slowly. Savoring every inch of her now exposed body.

Her breathing was shallow. She took quick breaths to try and fill her lungs, but nothing she did could stop them from screaming at her as she felt his hands leaving goosebumps behind them.

"W-Would you like me to show you?" She managed out.

He hummed an agreement, his fingers still tracing out the shape of her shoulder blades under her skin.

She turned to face him, almost as if he was commanding her and she was to obey. He held his hands out to her, his eyes half closed in what only could be disturbed as a sultry glance. She bit her lip, taking his hands by his wrists. She could feel his pulse. She was glad that his body had to be screaming at him as much as hers was.

Gently, she brought his hands to her chest, letting him cup her breasts in his hands. She watched him as he did so, his mouth falling open ever so slightly. He moved his thumbs over her hardened nipples which elicited a muffled moan from her as she clamped down harder on her bottom lip. She watched him smirk and blink a few times before she moved his hands, sliding them along her abdomen to rest on her hips. He squeezed lightly at first before digging his fingers into her flesh, his nails almost leaving marks.

"You are exquisite," He breathed.

He squeezed one more time and she felt her legs getting more slick by the second. She then moved his hands behind her, letting him rest them on her bum. He gave it a good squeeze before leaning in and kissing her again. His lips hungry for her, passion and desire leaking out of them.

She realized that she was the only one naked in the moment, and she wasn't about to let him get away with that. She quickly started unbuttoning his vest as their tongues melded together. The only sounds in the room were wet lips and heavy breathing with a few moans here and there.

Ominis's hands moved again, this time on their own to grab her hips again, digging his nails into her skin. She let out a small moan, prompting him to do it again. After a few more moments of unbuttoning his clothing and wet kissing, he stood before her in just his trousers.

She took in the sight of him, soaking in every detail of his form. He was still lean as he had been in school, but there were ever so slight layers of muscle that tugged at his skin in just the right way. He looked absolutely divine. Her lip found it's way between her teeth again as she tried to count every little round mark on his skin. She could spend hours just trying to commit each one's location to memory.

"Enjoying the view?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he kicked out of his shoes.

"Oh, more than you know."

He let out a deep chuckle as he stepped toward her.

"Lay down," His voice was rough and commanding.

She didn't hesitate to obey, quickly making her way to the bed and laying down. He made his way to her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let out a small yelp to which he only smirked. He guided her underwear off slowly, letting his fingers graze her skin. He spread her legs wide, holding on to her knees as he he knelt down in front of her. His hands moved from her knees and slid slowly up her inner thighs, his calloused fingertips grazing her in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. He slipped on of his hands under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder and firmly holding it in place by her thigh. He squeezed again, pressing his cheek into her soft skin.

"You are a divine gift from the Gods, my sweet."

Every time he spoke words like that to her, she could feel her whole core tremble. If he could make her feel like this with just words, what could he do-?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sudden feeling of his finger sliding over her clit. She gasped and almost pulled away from the sensation, only to be stopped by his firm hand on her leg.

"Ah, there you are," He said.

He quickly backtracked his movements, pressing light circles against her. She let out another string of moans as he worked her sensitive area. She looked down at him, watching him. His mouth was parted and she could see the desire written on his face.

"You are music to my ears, dove."

He continued like that for a few moments before dipping his fingers to her entrance, feeling the pool she had left for him. Because of him.

"Oh, you are so deliciously wet for me, love," He smirked again, sliding two fingers into her slowly, relishing in the feeling surrounding them. She threw her head back against the bed. He let out a small groan that mixed with the moan she let out at feeling him inside of her.

He began pumping his fingers slowly, the sweet sound of her drawn out moans and the wet slapping of her pussy hitting his ears. He picked up the pace, shoving his fingers as far as they would go.

"O-Oh, f-fuck!" She arched her back. His fingers were like magic as he worked her.

He stopped suddenly, removing his fingers quickly. She whined at the loss of him, looking back to see him slowly put his fingers into his mouth, sucking her off of them.

"Merlin, you taste phenomenal."

He quickly stood, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his member, pumping it a few times with gritted teeth.

"On your knees." He commanded.

She quickly got off the bed, kneeling in front of him. He still held himself in his hand. He used his other hand to grip onto her hair.

"Open," He growled.

This was a new side to him that she hadn't seen before, and she wasn't ashamed to say that she liked it. She liked being commanded by him, she liked how he gripped her, how he pleased her. So, she did as she was told. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, ready to accept him.

He slowly guided himself into her mouth, a muffled groan escaping his lips. He moved her head by the hair firmly in his fist, stroking himself ever so slowly.

"Your mouth is so fucking good." Ominis was not one for swearing. He hardly ever said anything one would consider crass, and that made this all the more attractive to her.

After he gave her a moment to acquaint herself with his size, he began thrusting his length into her quicker. Soft groans coming from him as he did. He began picking up speed, thrusting harder, shoving his whole length down her throat. She tried to keep her throat relaxed, not choke on him, but she couldn't keep it up. She gagged loudly, which caused him to pull out entirely, a wide smirk on his face.

"Good girl," He said, "Now, get back on the bed. Ass up."

She moved and got back on the bed on her hands and knees, putting her bum in the air. She felt him get on the bed behind her, his hands gripping onto her hips. He slid one of his hands down her bum and felt for her entrance before taking his length and pressing his tip against her.

"Ready, love?"

"Y-Yes," She breathed. She had never imagined that their reunion would turn into this, but she was happy it had.

Without another word, he roughly pushed into her, feeling her walls around him with a drawn out groan.

"Fuck," He muttered, rolling his hips.

She moaned out as he did so, feeling him fill her.

He reached out and gripped her hair again, pulling her to support her top half with her hands. He began bucking into her wildly, moans and groans filling the room as they both felt the pleasure rocketing through their bodies with each connection of hips.

"That's right. Take it, darling, " He groaned, "You take my cock so well."

She could feel him hitting deep within her, right on that magic little spot. Each thrust of his length hitting perfectly. The knot in her stomach was tight, almost painfully so a he continued his pace, her moaning loud and unbridled. He moved his hand from her hair and slipped it around her mouth, leaning forward to press his chest against her back.

"Quite, darling. I want to hear my cock fuck that pretty pussy of yours," He almost purred into her ear.

He continued to buck his hips as he stayed over her like that with his hand over her mouth. Her moans muffled by his firm grip on her face. He grunted into her ear as he listened to the wet sound of skin on skin echo off the walls surrounding them.

"Mmmm," He said something after that. Something that she could only describe as air slithering past his tongue.

Parseltongue.

He let the sweet sounds of it pass his lips as he fucked her. Listening to him speak to her like that was only serving to drive her more mad. She could feel herself getting closer as the friction became almost unbearable.

Her walls began to tighten around him, causing him to let out another groan.

"Let it out, dove. Come for me," He whispered into her ear, sitting up in his knees again and gripping her waist tightly.

The then began pounding into her, pulling her hips to meet his as he groaned and grunted at the feeling of her tight pussy around him.

It didn't take long for her to get to her climax after that as he continued to hit her sweet spot. Her legs shook under her as the knot in her stomach came undone.

"O-Oh, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as she came. Her breath heavy.

He chuckled, continuing to hit her hard as his own climax came over him. He groaned loudly, pushing as far into her as he could, filling her to the brim.

They stayed in that position for a moment, both panting hard as they came down from the high of their escapade. After a moment, Ominis pulled out, falling onto the bed next to her. She quickly followed his lead and laid next to him.

He opened his arms for her to come closer to him and she happily obliged, cuddling herself into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on top of her head.

"How was that?" He asked.

She giggled, "That was....It was wonderful."

He chuckled and squeezed her tightly to him, "Good."

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Promised Part 11 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, an unholy amount of fluff

Word count: 2.3k

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Part 11 - The Earth's Centre

Starting to brew the antidote for Mors Grano proved easier than anticipated. The potion’s base was quite similar to any other healing draught, and so was its production. You had decided to begin the tedious process, even though the Banshee tears were missing. According to the recipe, they were the last ingredient to be added, so you had plenty of time to find them, even if you didn’t know exactly how.

For the first few weeks, there was nothing to do but the Moondew cook, stirring it frequently. The cauldron stood in Tom’s room, its content simmering steadily, ready to be examined at any moment by one of you.

Professor Beery had denied you the bonus points for the N.E.W.T.s after you had told him that the Moly had unfortunately died. Those points were the least of your problems, however.

The plant had, in fact, bloomed beautifully, ready to be added to the potion.

And that was when the difficulties began. As soon as you dropped the blossoms into the cauldron, the potion started to smell. Very strongly. The mixture reacted in a way that wasn’t described in the book and started to produce yellow steam, as well as a sour, headache-inducing odour, which reached beyond the walls of Tom’s room. The fume filled up every last inch of his dorm and even seemed to creep out into the Slytherin common room. Other students had begun to mention the weird smell and even Dippet, who had paid Tom a number of unfortunate surprise visits, was beginning to grow suspicious.

You had sent your parents an owl to inform them you wouldn’t come home during your semester break. They weren’t exactly happy about it; you had never stayed at Hogwarts during the holidays after all. But you had insisted, telling them there was so much studying to do until they finally let go. That wasn’t even a lie. There was a bunch of work to do. Granted, not all of it was related to school, but you still had a lot on your plate.

Tom stayed in Hogwarts for the week as well. You weren’t sure but highly doubted that he had notified his own family about it. And to be fair, they wouldn’t really care about that, would they?

Although the school was practically empty, with only a fraction of the students staying with you, those who remained complained of the pungent smell in all the Slytherin dormitories. On Sunday evening you heard that the housekeeper had been sent to find the source, and Tom was informed that Mr Carpe would begin his search the following morning.

So there you were, worrying about what to do, stirring the cauldron for the twentieth time within the last minutes, hoping it would steam less, the more you whisked through it. No matter how hard you concentrated, how many options you took into account, there was nowhere to take the cauldron where its smell would go unnoticed.

The Potions classroom was off-limits, even though it was much better equipped for the fumes. Slughorn would spend a lot of his time there, to prepare tasks for the upcoming semester. You had even considered taking it home and telling your parents about it. But using the Floo-Network with an item this heavy wasn’t possible, and taking the train with a simmering cauldron seemed ridiculous. Besides, the antidote still took months to finish, so you would have to take it back to Hogwarts a week later anyway.

Hell, you had even thought of taking that damned kettle out onto the Quidditch pitch or into the forest, so no one would smell it anymore. But you couldn’t leave it out in the open, of course.

Just when you had given up hope and realised that you couldn’t go on brewing the potion in Tom’s room, or anywhere else, he had told you about another possibility. There was this room on the seventh floor that he had discovered in fifth year. He called it the Come and Go Room and was positive that no one but himself, not even the teachers, knew of its existence. The room must have been enchanted, according to Tom, and only appeared when one was in dire need.

So the two of you went there that same night, in a cloak and dagger operation, levitating the cauldron behind you. You had covered it with a white sheet so that if someone saw you, they at least wouldn’t know initially what you were doing. The disguise was weak and you knew if Dippet or any other teacher would spot you, you would be screwed.

Luckily none of them were around when you rushed through the halls, aside from Warren O’Connor, a Ravenclaw fifth year, who patrolled a corridor next to their tower. He was too far away to detect the poorly hidden cauldron and didn’t even seem to look at you once he recognised Tom.

When you had finally arrived, chest heaving, thoughts rushing from relief and tension, Tom instructed you how to summon the Come and Go Room. You walked past the stone wall three times and imagined, very carefully, what you needed. An airtight room that allowed you to keep on brewing your potion in peace, that no one would be able to find unless you wanted them to. Suddenly, a door appeared. You looked at Tom and he nodded before you took the handle and opened it.

The small room behind the door was, simply put, perfect. Your very own Potions laboratory. Dark and nifty, it offered enough little cabinets to store all the ingredients for the antidote, as well as a worktop to put the cauldron on. Everything looked as if it had been custom made, just for this purpose. Which it was, you had just created it all yourself.

Now that the cauldron was in a safe place Tom felt more at ease and even thought that the semester break could turn out to be enjoyable. Why did that relax him, though? A question he had asked himself more than once. He didn’t have to care, nor did he have to help his fiancée to save her sister. Then why had he done it?

He didn’t have a logical answer to that question, even though the illogical one seemed to grow stronger, slowly putting down roots and beginning to blossom. He shrugged it off. But there were so many questions of the same kind running through his mind. Why did he care? He had never cared before. For anyone. That girl wouldn’t bring him where he wanted to be just by marrying him. Sure, her family was respected. Of course, they were purebloods, which was why his Grandfather had taken notice of them. But it had never been Tom’s wish to marry her. So why didn’t he mind the thought anymore? The idea of watching her walk down the aisle had repelled him immensely when he had found out what Marvolo’s plan had been. And now it didn’t. He must have gotten used to the idea. It even bugged him to think about the fact that the marriage wouldn’t happen by chance if the antidote was finished soon enough. Then why did he help her?

There was something inside of him, something he couldn’t just pinpoint yet. Something that made him do the things he had done, even when it had gone against his own benefit. Something that made him care less and less about himself. It must have turned all of his morals upside down, because somehow, and he couldn’t explain why, the most important thing was to see her happy. He didn’t even know when his priorities had changed. When he had stopped putting himself first. But it had happened. And that irritated him beyond belief.

She had been so easy to dislike. Back then, when they were sitting in her dining room alone. When she had stared at him, eagerly waiting for him to pity her. So conceited. Desperate for his attention. But then again, she had been so easy to like. When had he started giving in? At first, he had felt nothing more than disgust, appalled by the turmoil inside his head. That nasty feeling in his chest and his weak knees. But once he had surrendered, it had begun to feel good.

All he wanted - no - all he needed now, was to make sure she was safe. Protect her. Help her. That wasn’t just an act of kindness though. He had figured out that apparently, he mirrored her emotions. When she was pleased, he was too. When she was angry, he couldn’t help but feel furious as well. When she was sad, his chest stung with her. It felt like a purpose. Like she was the earth’s centre and everyone else, even himself, merely spun around her. She had his full attention now and he didn’t plan on taking it from her anytime soon.

If someone were to ask him why, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. How does one even begin to describe such an embarrassing accumulation of emotion and weakness alike? If he had to, he’d start with her glow. That devotion she seemed to radiate anywhere she was. Her relentless spirit and how ready she was to combat anyone with it. How tender she was with people that deserved it. And how ruthless she could be with those who didn’t. The way she moved in her sleep, slowly and gently, turning over and unknowingly stealing his blanket at least twice a night. The way her chest moved up and down when she lay next to him. How her eyes seemed to light up when she awoke and looked at him. The hours he had watched her. Held her. Felt her skin brushing against his own, just like in this moment. How could anyone experience that and not have the urge to keep it? To freeze those moments in time and lock them up, safely, for nobody to see.

Tom wasn’t sure if she was aware of how nervous she made him. He knew how to hide it, but was ever so annoyed at how much he depended on being close to her. And he usually wasn’t the one to become jittery. That was the response he normally got. Freda Morris, for example, couldn’t seem to think straight when he had taken her out once, during their sixth year. Merlin’s beard, that lass was nerve-wrenching.

Quite contrary to her. No one had ever done that to him. She had crawled under his skin and into his head, drugging his mind until almost every single thought he produced revolved around her. But he knew his place. She hadn’t befuddled him just to make him her pawn. He knew, because that was what his family had done ever since he could remember. She had never done him wrong. Maybe that was why he had helped her. And why he was willing to do anything for her, even if it meant for him to suffer. He was the antagonist in their story, he knew. And if he was poison, she was the remedy. If he was the villain, she was the treasure worth saving.

Tom’s pitiful monologue was interrupted when she woke up, opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Morning,” she said quietly and smiled.

He looked at her for a moment. If only she knew.

“Morning,” he replied.

She stretched her arms in the air and yawned, then turned towards him and ran her fingers along his jawline. Bliss.

“How long have you been awake?” she asked, staring at the stubble on his chin that her thumb had just touched.

“Not long,” he lied. “Just a few minutes.”

She grinned and placed a kiss onto the left end of his lips. “I have to get up and stir the potion. Care to join me?”

“Sure.”

“Good. Oh, and I think I’m going to go to Diagon Alley in the afternoon. To buy the Foxgloves. I have to add them next week.”

“I’ll come.”

She exhaled and pulled him in, nuzzling into his neck.

“Do you think we should go to Knockturn Alley as well?” she asked, her voice muffled. “While we’re there. I want to see if any store offers Banshee tears.”

“I don’t think they do,” Tom said and she lifted her head to look at him.

“But where else then?”

“I think I know where we could get some.”

She nodded, urging him to tell her.

“Well, I’m sure Morfin owns a flask. He had to get it if he wanted to brew the antidote, didn’t he?”

“But if they never planned on curing Elsie entirely, I don’t think he would have gotten them.”

“Marvolo never planned on curing her,” Tom said. “Morfin did. He’s a Potions master. One that doesn’t care about legality. He knows every last person that deals with ingredients like that. Even if he never intended to free her, I’m sure he got them just in case he ever needed them for himself.”

Her eyes roamed his face as she pondered. “So what do we do now? Go to your house, search his chamber and steal the flask?”

Tom shook his head. “That won’t be as easy. They’re always home, Marvolo has his eyes everywhere. Even the house-elves would alarm him.”

She frowned, brows furrowed while she lightly tugged on his hair.

“They’ll be gone,” Tom went on. “In late March. The Order of Merlin gets honoured and they are both invited. We could go then and try to find it.”

There it was again. That spark in her eyes.

“Okay,” she answered. “Let’s do it then. But for now, let’s stay here for five more minutes.”

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 12

Tags: @ariachaos @daardyrnitta

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akechiguro · 1 year

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yandere sebastian sallow imagines ♡

headcanons

Synopsis | a collection of headcanons/imagines for a yandere boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow.

Word Count | 517

Content Warnings | mentions of torture/murder, implied suicide, possessive/toxic behavior.

-first and foremost, sebastian is jealous. even before you’re dating, watching you run around on quests with garreth, amit, or even ominis was infuriating. he tries really hard to not be possessive of you, he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you, but seeing you with another guy is pure torture.

-his words to live by are, “you’re mine”. he’ll tell you what feels like everyday that you’re his and he’s yours, he’s always near you, and he makes sure to let anyone who doesn’t know that you belong to him.

-he’s not above torture and murder if it means keeping you safe. he’s done it before— regretted it, sure— but he has it in him to get violent if there’s anything that threatens to take you away from him. this includes potential suitors. even if they’re your friends, he’d rather not run the risk of you leaving him for them.

-if he does something to hurt you, he’s always sweet with his apologies. gifts, words of affection, kisses and more if you desire it, he’ll do anything to make sure you forgive him. losing anne was tough enough, but he is not losing you. not until he’s no longer of this world will he stop loving you.

-possessive as he is, he wouldn’t resort to stalking. you share a good portion of your schedule at Hogwarts together anyways, he has no reason to; but christmas/summer breaks, or times when you have to be apart for awhile, he wouldn’t stalk you. he trusts you. the things his owl sees of you during your time apart surely has nothing to do with him.

-if you were to break up with him, he’d be a broken man. there’s no telling what he would do without you in his life. he would beg you to stay at first, apologize for any of the wrongs he did, swear to be a better person; but if you make the choice to leave him, his sole purpose for living is gone. and with that, he’s gone, too.

-sebastian will basically be your lapdog. anything you need, he’ll get you. a book from the restricted section? his specialty, he’ll have it for you by the end of the day. a bullying problem? by the time he’s done with them, what bullies? exam answers? you want it, he’s got it. all he asks for in return is your affection.

-he’ll never do anything against your will, unless it comes to dealing with people against you. he’ll never resort to abduction, never to anything nsfw without your consent, and would never lie to you for the sake of lying. white lies, however— some people need to be dealt with even if you tell him it’s fine.

-sebastian sallow is a broken boy. his tendencies festered from the exposed wounds left by everyone who ever left him in life. his parents, his uncle, his sister— it feels like nothing he does will ever be enough to keep someone with him. you’ve seemed to be the only one to stay, in turn feeding into his delusions.

#yandere #yandere imagines #imagine #headcanon #headcanons #sebastian sallow #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #hogwarts au #harry potter #harry potter imagine #yandere scenarios

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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Hi, honey💕. So... Well... What, if our lovely monk can no longer resist the desire, to kiss his beloved wife on the lips? Well, those lips, that are between her thighs...

ㅤㅤ The sweet taste of sin

∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader

∴warning: obscenities, female receiving, english is not my first language

part two

The carnal intimacy in your union with Osferth developed with time and patience. None of you were experienced and/or extroverts when it came to sharing a bed, especially your sweet husband, who in addition to being shy was a little more religious than most people. However, as body-to-body contact became more common in your marriage, the urge to test and discover things grew in parallel. The great reason for the curiosity to break new ground was the exchange of experiences with other lords and ladies, although for Osferth it was almost involuntary to hear, unlike you, who whispered subtly with your friends about the experiences of the flesh.

Living with other men meant constantly hearing about libidinous acts of all kinds, but one specific account caught his attention—almost horrifying him.

��The best way to stop a woman from talking is to shut her bottom lips, if you know what I mean.”

It wasn't the first time he heard about it, but the situation responsible for bringing him to the current moment was a few weeks ago when he heard Finan's advice to a young squire whose lady was still chaste and wished to remain so until marriage.

"You don't just have your cock to satisfy a woman, use your tongue and make her want more, she can also use her mouth to your advantage."

After that, the immoral thought of having his face between your legs took up more and more space in his mind. He was genuinely intrigued by the use of something as common and harmless as the mouth in such a… pleasurable activity. It felt wrong, almost a sin, but how could he think of anything else when your hands were palming him in that place during wet kisses? When you warmed him with kisses and licks on his neck and chest, with the tenderness of your mouth and the receptive warmth of your flower… everything was so good and intoxicating. His sweet wife, so beautiful and affable, so devastatingly tempting.

Osferth has tasted your lips, your face, your neck, the soft skin of your stomach and breasts. What would it be like to wrap your intimate petal in such an intimate kiss? How would you receive the idea?

He did not know. He was terrified, but it didn't go unnoticed by you.

“Is there a problem, my love?” You asked sweetly, cupping the right side of his face in your hand. It wasn't the first time you identified that look before they surrendered to love. It seemed recurring lately, but you wouldn't let it go from today.

The owl sang as you shared physical affection and loving words by candlelight, your white dress leaving little to hide in your precious husband's long arms, leg crossing his hip innocently.

“My lady”, he whispered after inhaling deeply, eagerly kissing your neck.

“Husband”, you replied quietly, melting and closing your eyes, briefly forgetting the nervous eyes and uncertain fingers of seconds ago. “Mm, do you want me?”

"Yes my love."

Turning to have it above your body, you scanned it intently, holding both sides of the beautiful, smooth face you loved so much. “You look nervous, did something happen? You had that look the last few times…”

Oh Lord. That was the moment. Sudden dryness clogged his throat and a red color stained his cheeks, remembering the last time he'd snaked his fingers up your thigh and planted kisses on the soft skin to settle between your legs and… that's enough, he couldn't take any more. He needed to say.

“My lady, th-there's something I'd like to do,” he began, propping himself up on his elbows and struggling to choose the right words, “now, there's something I'd like to do now, which some lords do for their wives. .”

"What my love? What would you like to do?”, you saw the flush rise in your Osferth's face, leaning in too to prop himself up on his elbows, lips close to his again. “No need to be ashamed, husband, tell me”, your hands stroked his hair. Heavens, he was totally embarrassed, hoping you'd catch on to his intentions quickly.

“My love… I want… I want to be between your legs. Kiss, between your legs.”

Oh! Your mouth parted in realization, smiling shyly and almost satisfied at the thought. A few ladies described the sensation as majestic and delicious, but it felt so indecent to think of your exquisite husband licking your nectar, so wrong… it didn't lessen the tingling between your legs.

“Osferth. I want. I want this, husband”, you kissed him tenderly, trying to calm him down through the slow movements of your lips. You lay down with him on top of your body, opening your legs to fit him.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Yes, yes I have. I want you."

Even with your consent, Osferth was still nervous, nodding as he lowered himself to your hips, snaking his long fingers down both thighs to feel the softness of your flesh and slowly up your bed gown. Standing face to face with your naked flower, he preferred to plant a few kisses on the inside of your thigh before…

How should he proceed?

Remembering Finan's advice, your husband tentatively licked the midsection of your femininity, contemplating a part of her pearl with his tongue. Your legs closed and a low moan escaped, hands moving to cup the sides of his face. Osferth took another short lick, seeing your reaction repeat itself.

“More, husband, I want more.”

Using more pressure, he licked a longer strip over and over, gripping yourlegs a little tighter to keep your body still. As your sounds increased, Osferth buried his head deeper and held your hips for better support. The sensation was fantastic and warmed your entire body, spurring your femininity to provide additional moisture as it tingled where your husband's tongue gazed.

“Kiss me my love, kiss me more”, you whimpered, lifting your hips a little. “I want to feel everything.”

The fiery little thing you were allowed to harness your husband's wet member for your own lust, rubbing your intimacy in your sweet monk's face. “Eat me as if I were a fruit.” Your pert mouth enchanted him along with your nectar, the sweet taste of sin he lapped at so greedily. He started to suck you like a peach, devouring your petals from top to bottom, especially on that mound where you sang the loudest. So good, so delicious is his wife. Osferth surrendered completely to the mercy of your taste and your sounds, moaning when you squeeze his head between your thighs and pull a few strands of his dark blond hair. When the sweet pleasure that pooled in your pearl suddenly exploded, your eyes closed and a loud moan left your lips, enjoying the extra stimulation during the heat before gently pulling your husband away.

“That was so good,” you said breathlessly.

He was fascinated by your sweaty body and the peculiar taste between your thighs, wiping moisture from your face with his forearm. His bed pants didn't do much to arrest his manhood, leaving him conspicuous and in need of your attention, with a hazy look and slightly open mouth.

How could you deny your lovely husband anything?

Getting up slowly, you squeezed him gently between your pants to hear him groan. “Let me return the favor, my love.”

hope you like it dear 💙

#osferth #osferth x you #osferth x reader #osferth smut #osferth x fem!reader #smut #the last kingdom #ewan mitchell #baby monk #tlk #osferth fics

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k9authorwolf · 2 months

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Lucid Dreams- Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Enchanced!Reader (Part 01)

Summary: The cradle of sleep continuously eludes Bucky. Nightmares tormented him every night. But a chance encounter with an unknown woman draws him into the dream realm. Granting him the peace he so desired. But he longs to see her again. His dreamgirl.

Disclaimer: The reader's autistic traits are based on my own. Every autistic person is different with their own different traits. So please do not assume every autistic person is like this.

Inspiration: Lucid Dream by Owl City

Bucky jolted awake from another nightmare. Covered head to toe in sweat, his heart rate extremely high. He was in his apartment, on the floor in the living room with a bunch of blankets and his pillow. The TV on low playing some crappy old sitcom from two decades ago was the only light in the room. Bucky groaned in frustration as his hands went to his short hair. He hadn’t had any decent sleep in weeks. Nothing but nightmares.

He was so tired.

The lack of sleep was affecting him during the day, shuffling through the streets as if he were undead. Fueled by reflex and muscle memory. How much longer was this going to go on?

“How have you been sleeping?” Dr. Raynor asked. But Bucky didn’t answer, he didn’t want to. He just kept staring blankly out the window, his vision doubled occasionally with exhaustion. In the corner of his eye he saw Raynor grab the notebook with frustration. His anger spiked, “Like shit okay! I’ve been sleeping like shit! Happy now?!” He exclaimed. The pen stilled in the therapist’s hand as she eyed him. “Have you been doing those sleep exercises I recommended?” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, every single one. And not one of them made a damn bit of difference!” All these “new age” methods were ludicrous in his opinion. Scented candles, meditation, listening to some ancient sounding new age music. It was too weird for his taste. A glass of smoked whiskey and a good book was enough for him, more realistic.

Bucky sat through the rest of the session harboring anger. His frustration over the lack of sleep he was getting was pissing him off more everyday. Everynight he’d stay up as long as possible. He'd eventually pass out but he’d be up in less than four hours from a nightmare.

Walking back to his apartment the sounds of the city had become droned and melded, in his exhausted hazed mind it was like the world was fading away. He passed the little coffee shop on his route, it showed up a few months ago. Seemed to be fairly popular with the young crowd. Whatever. He just wanted to go home.

“OOF!”

Someone bumped into him. “Sorry!” They left before he could see their face. He couldn’t really see clearly through the haze in his eyes. He looked at where he felt the person’s hand touch him, on his sternum. He felt a warmth coming from it as if the hand was still there. He grasped the end of the hoodie and pulled it towards his nose, he sniffed. Coffee. The smell of freshly ground coffee beans wafted into his nose. The roasted smell made his mouth water. Fresh coffee. Maybe he’d brew up a pot when he got home.

Finally his apartment was in sight, and so was someone. Sam. The new Captain America sat on the steps of his building. Clearly waiting for him. On approach Sam stood up, “Raynor called me.” He said. Bucky rolled his eyes in annoyance, “What are you my nanny now?” Bucky snapped, fishing out his keys. “She told me about your sleep problems. I just wanna help man.” He was so sick of this. People thinking they can just walk into his life and without indirectly telling him he’s a wreck, a psychological tire fire, a monster who must obey like an obedient dog! “She knows nothing about me!” Bucky was getting more and more angry. “Buck, we're just trying to help.” Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. But the former Winter Soldier shoved it off as if he had been burned. “SHUT UP!” He yelled. He turned to Sam, “You wanna help Sam? Then leave me alone! You have no idea how all this is for me! Everything I’ve done! And until you do, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” He yelled with all the anger that had been pent up inside.

He turned and entered the building, leaving Sam behind. Once inside everything hit him.

Why did he do that? Sam was just trying to help, like the good friend he is. And Bucky lashed out. He pushed his friend away. His only friend left. Bucky leaned his head back on the door as his face began to tremble and hot tears pooled in his eyes. He banged his head on the door in an attempt to punish himself. He slid down to the floor as sobs began to emerge from his throat. He was all alone. That’s what he does, he pushes and alienates all those close to him. Afterall it was his fault Steve left. Bucky berated himself thinking Steve abandoned him because he had enough. Bucky’s sobs echoed in his apartment. He was so tired. Why couldn’t he sleep? He just wanted to sleep.

Later that night, Bucky’s eyes were red and swollen from sobbing out his frustrations. He wished the world would just swallow him up forever. It was past midnight now, the smoked whiskey he poured two hours ago was almost finished. The astronomy book in his hand was half done. Since being freed, astronomy had become his favorite thing to catch up on. He could recall memories from his childhood where it’d be late at night, his parents and sisters would be tucked in and asleep while he snuck up to the roof to find all the constellations he could see. And get lost in thoughts over what may be beyond that sky and those stars. Now with all the satellites and space stations he was more enthralled than ever.

He yawned, he couldn’t see straight anymore. He wanted to sleep but he knew what would happen in a few hours. He needs to sleep. He stripped down to his boxers, his dog tags dangling against his bare chest. He looked at the spot where he had been touched earlier that day. It felt hot but not in a painful way, there were no marks or anything but he felt the heat seep deep inside him. Maybe he was hallucinating.

He laid down in his pile of blankets on the floor, the TV was on low. His head resting on the pillow. He took deep breaths trying to relax his mind and think of anything other than the impending nightmares he’d face later.

What would it be like to float through outer space? He wondered. Where nothing mattered. The problems he faced everyday would just melt away. Just him and the endless horizon of stars.

He slipped into sleep.

Weightless, Free, Peace, and warmth. That’s what Bucky felt, he’d never felt this before.

I am a light sleeper

But I am a heavy dreamer

He opened his eyes. And to his wonderment saw an endless sky of stars and colorful nebula clouds. He was floating in outer space. Yet he could breathe and there was no lethal cold. It was warm. Like being wrapped in a soft blanket or embraced by someone. This had to be a dream. It felt so amazing, sure he was just floating but it felt so free, so peaceful. He wanted to touch the nebula clouds, he reached his hand out unsure how to move himself forward. But with the thought of moving forward he slowly floated towards the cloud.

My imagination gives me wings

And I can go anywhere

His hand went through the cloud and it moved with his hand. Following his every movement as if he was controlling it. In a spur of childlike wonder he quickly flicked his hand and the cloud followed. Dazzling wisps of bright colors and starlight followed his hand creating an ethereal dance of light and wonder. Bucky’s heart soared with warmth and happiness. He wanted to see more. With a quick thought he floated up.

And when I wander away, to some other place

I'm suddenly there, way up in the air

Where passenger trains catch fire and fill the sky with flames

And that black rabbit of death

Wakes up in a breath, of beautiful dreams

My heartache it seems, so terribly vain

Where fire and diamonds fall like rain

He reached out to grab a star. In his hand it was small yet bright. Like a firefly. He held it with care. It was like he could do anything. Go wherever he wanted. Nothing could tear him away from this feeling. His self hating thoughts, his tainted mind. It seemed so far away like no harm could come to him here. Here in this realm of dreams he felt safe.

Do you believe in endless miracles?

Do you believe in the impossible?

Do you believe sleep is a time machine?

Do you believe in curiosity?

Do you believe in what you cannot see?

Do you believe life is a Lucid Dream?

He suddenly heard music. It was getting closer. Was there someone else here? He looked and saw in a burst of ethereal color, a woman. Running on a stream of white starlight that grew to catch her steps. Nebula clouds and stars followed her as if she were guiding them. Her (y/h/c) air flowed behind her like a curtain as she ran. Dressed in a black tank top and underwear of the same color, she was happy as she ran on the stream of starlight. Earbuds were tucked into her ears with their cords disappearing into nothing. Bucky could hear the music from them. As clear as day. The woman turned her head to look at him, she smiled brightly as if she had been looking for him. Her (y/e/c) eyes, brighter than the stars that followed her, gazed at him. Beckoning him. She was so beautiful. Like a Goddess of Dreams. With a quick flick of her hands she sent another stream of starlight his way. It flowed under his feet pulling him forward to follow the woman. Nearly losing his balance he gradually moved his legs to run on the stream.

This was amazing! He was running on starlight! He looked at the woman again, her smile was bigger and brighter. She raised her arms high as she looked at him cheering him on. He ran with her on the stream of starlight exchanging glances. She pointed ahead of them, the underside of a swirling galaxy. She sprinted ahead of him and breached the galaxy in a burst of stars and colored dust. Like a mermaid surfacing. He wanted to do it too. He sprinted. Breach. Breach. BREACH!

Well that's how you study the stars

That's how you study the stars

And that's how you know 'em by heart

Life is a Lucid Dream

He pushed through the galaxy floating up and up with the stars following him. The brightness in his chest radiated. He never felt so free. So happy. So content. He breathed deeply in peace as he floated. He opened his eyes and stared at the swirling galaxy before him. He wanted to stay forever. His dog tags floated before him. Above him he saw the woman again, delicately drifting towards him with a soft warm smile that made his heart flutter. She reached out and cupped his cheeks with such tenderness his eyes drifted shut at the warmth. “Time to wake up.” Her voice echoed with such grace and softness it made the angel's of old sound tone deaf. And with a soft kiss to his forehead he was enveloped in a warm bright light.

I am a light sleeper

But I am a heavy dreamer

When Bucky opened his eyes again, he heard the sounds of the city. He stared at the ceiling. He was back in the real world. He smiled at the memory of his dream.

He sat up, he felt well rested. Looking at his watch, it was past 6 in the evening. He had been asleep for sixteen hours. With no nightmares. He felt amazing. His mood shifted when in the corner of his eyes he saw a glowing blue light over his sternum. Ethereal blue light in the shape of a delicate handprint lay on his chest, the fingers ending at his sternum. Radiating a soft warmth. It faded slowly into him. He felt a wave calm wash over him as he thought about the woman in his dream. Did she do this? Did she give him that dream?

He needed to find her.

He had to see her again.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x autistic female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader fluff

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thekatebridgerton · 9 months

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Speaking of which, if I ever had to do a collab with someone I would do a Labyrinth au with @sea-owl

Where the Bridgertons are the rulers of the Goblin court and their spouses are adults who have drawn the attention of the fae, as either kids or adults and the fae court wants to lure them into the fae lands by making them run the Labrynth, so they kidnap their ‘children’ aka, their younger siblings.

Kate went to a town fair with her little sister and in the process of getting rid of a guy that was way too confident in himself, she insulted the Goblin king, probably told a glamoured Anthony to his face that he wasn’t that attractive and that his flirting didn’t work on her. So Anthony took little Edwina as petty revenge and now Kate has to brave the fae lands to rescue her. But she’s not letting him win, and she sure isn’t letting him have her sister! That overconfident jerk.

Simon actually was rescued from the Labrynth by his Aunt Danbury when he was a kid, apparently ‘the little Duchess Daphne’ of the Goblin court took a linking to him when his father wished him away, but Aunt Agatha rescued him. Now as an adult, with the disappearance of Aunt Agatha, Simon was left as the sole guardian of his 14 yo cousin Gareth, and somehow the fae have taken him as payment for Simon. And now, it turns out, that the little duchess who used to like him, is not so little anymore. And Daphne still thinks he’s handsome.

Penelope actually broke a promise when she was a child to one of the members of the Goblin court. As a kid she used to think they were imaginary friends, since she lived in a very old house near the forest, so she had no problem promising she would marry the handsome boy who liked to play with her in the garden in exchange for having someone in her family who loved her. When her sister Felicity was born, Penelope’s family moved away, and she forgot her promise, now she’s back in Mayfair, and it seems like her handsome imaginary friend, isn’t that imaginary, or that benevolent anymore. How was she supposed to know Colin was the most chaotic brother of the Goblin king? Or that he’d take his gift back, in order to force Penelope to come to him.

Phillip didn’t know that the very pretty girl who used to sit by the lake with him when the twins were born, was some sort of magical creature. Eloise was kind, a little eccentric but she listened to him when he was a struggling new dad. She seemed to like the newborns too. So when Marina started to lose her temper more and more, with the onset of her illness, it was natural for Phillip to confide in his nice mysterious friend. He didn’t expect Marina to have an accident in the lake shortly after that. He had to move away because of the accident. He knew something was wrong with the lake and feared something could happen to him and the kids. He didn’t know Eloise could be patient, waiting until he came back to Mayfair, with his cute little twins. Ready to be fully lured into the Goblin court.

Araminta always told Sophie that one day the Goblins would come to take her back because she wasn’t really her father’s kid, but rather an unnatural bastard left on their doorstep and sure she sometimes dreamed about being spirited away when she was asleep, but she didn’t want little Posey to be stolen by the fae when Araminta wished for Sophie to be gone instead. A very handsome Goblin offered to help her find and rescue Posey, but the thing is that he also seemed to want her to be his mistress in the Goblin court. Ugh what had she gotten herself into?

Finally, wickedly flirtatious Michael, who lost all his family in a freak house fire that left him and 6 yo Lucy as the sole survivors. Michael only survived because a beautiful fae girl from the Goblin court was there during the fire and let them live because she used to like his dead cousin John (who in that house had offended the bloody fae??, Michael always suspected it had been Lucy’s uncle). Michael of course raised Lucy as well as he could, far away from Mayfair. Until he came back for a visit and the messenger from the Goblin court appeared, letting him know that the lady Francesca was no longer satisfied with their last bargain and now she wanted Michael to provide a playmate for her little brother Gregory. But Michael didn’t want Lucy to be taken forever by the Goblin court. So if the sister of the Goblin King wanted him to be wicked, he would show her wicked.

Cue Kate, Simon, Penelope, Sophie, Phillip and Michael teaming up to run in the Labyrinth and survive the respective traps set by the fae in order to rescue their siblings. Maybe I just want to see the Bridgertons hosting the most decadent fae masquerade ever, while their significant others are decked to the nines in the most exquisite finery known to men, dancing to music that’s too good to be true. But also extremely suspicious of these very powerful fae that claim to love them, but are still, technically kidnapping kids to keep them from leaving the fae lands.

(In Eloise defence, she always planned to adopt Phillip’s cute twins, it’s not kidnapping because she technically never planned to give them back.. Anthony, Colin, Benedict and Daphne yes that qualifies as kidnapping, and Hyacinth is getting way too chummy with Gareth but look at Francesca, she never intended to keep Lucy for long, sure, Gregory did get a strange fixation and he did want to keep Lucy forever, but the point is, Francesca was okay with returning Lucy to the human world after a few days, Michael just took her summons the wrong way and that’s the story they’re sticking to if he survives the labyrinth)

I just think this is an au that’s been running through my head and @sea-owl would understand why.

#because which species is more yandere than the actual Fae?#polin #kanthony #benophie #labrynth au #anthony bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #penelope featherington #imma be honest I think Eloise killed Marina #Hyacinth is having so much fun with Gareth

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years

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Joseph's Girl - Joseph Quinn (One-shot)

Author's Note: This was a request by @0-kxylx-0 to make a second part to the first One-Shot called Death Traps for Joseph Quinn and I have delivered it! I hope it's as good as the first one! Most of it was written late at night!

If someone had told her that she'd become not only a night owl but she'd become friends with people she had only seen through a screen she would undoubtedly be asking if you were drunk. But her life had actually transformed into something…adventurous. Okay, so let's recap her life before, shall we? Y/N Y/L/N, a young woman who used to work a tedious 9-5 office job being so under-appreciation -probably by sexist coworkers and bosses - and during one fateful night of drunken confessions with a friend lands her a job working for Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show?! What? Like, not only did that happen but on top of that Y/N had the most unexpected encounter of her life. So, what would you say if you were running late, looking a hot mess, and thinking the world had it out for you on your first day at your dream job? Well, get stuck in an elevator with your celebrity crush while having a panic attack because you're a claustrophobic person only to be comforted by the sweetest angel that wrapped his hands around your heart that you were stuck in. That's right, Y/N would not have thought it real if she hadn't experienced it firsthand because frankly, that is her. Her life, her day, and her dream come true, But even after such a climatic start to her day, the hours were not yet over, and as the young woman downed another cup of lukewarm coffee that probably was the camera man's if she was being honest her body finally felt the ache and need for collapse after such an emotional and grueling sort of events Y/N just wanted to go home. But what she really wanted was for her to go home…well not alone if she could help it. But hey, a fangirl could dream, right? Even if her dream was looking more like a wet dream on legs right about now as his tall frame unfolded itself from the set chairs and shook her boss's hand as they walked off from the bright flashy lights in her direction.

She hummed lightly whenever the pair arrived in her vicinity and she held out a brand new steaming hot cup - in a mug this time - in Jimmy's direction who gratefully took it and sipped at the hot liquid. Running a late-night show was definitely a tiring job and Y/N always admired those who put their minds to it like Jimmy even if she could never fathom where they got that sort of energy. Guess he was just a night person although tonight he seemed a little more tired than usual. Upon meeting up with the girl the two males stopped whatever they were bantering about just to be polite and greet her which she gave a soft but tired smile in return for the simple gesture even when her eyes strayed a little bit longer in Joseph's direction.

"Thanks for coming by on short notice Joseph. It was so great to meet you in person man! I look forward to catching up again soon." Jimmy clapped the man on the shoulder before excusing himself to go talk to his producer who was standing off to the side with some clipboard.

"He's a good guy." both Joseph and Y/N who were staring at Jimmy's retreating back finally returned their attention to one another and he was graced with that pretty little smile of hers.

The young woman had managed sometimes after they had arrived to put herself back together properly and seemed a lot calmer right now if not exhausted altogether. A short pause of silence between them started to feel as if there was nothing left to do but say farewell and be on each other's way but unbestowed to the both of them they did not want to simply say goodbye and leave without the chance of making either an impression or getting the other's numbers. The problem was, the intern assistant girl was not one who was very forward and she had kept everything she could to not fangirl over her crush who stood just a mere foot away from her looking casual with hands in his pockets even when his big puppy eyes seemed to stare deeply into her soul.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she questioned shaking her head. "Are you gauging whether I am sane enough to go into the elevator on my own?" she questioned in a joking manner that caused her companion to laugh and glance away.

"No, I was just looking because you're beautiful." the compliment made the girl flush a bit in surprise unsure of how to answer so she defaulted on humor to cover it up.

"Yeah, now that I'm put together and look like a normal assistant walking around here aye?" she rolled her eyes playfully before watching as Joseph chuckled and scratched at the back of his head as he tried to match her wit.

"You were beautiful before, don't sell yourself short love." he chided before his smile grew a little bit. "And yes, perhaps I was waiting around to see if you were going to brave the lifts again or if you needed me to hold your hand through it just in case."

"Joseph Quinn are you flirting with me?" she dug deep for whatever boldness she could find and blamed it on a long night and sleep deprivation but damn did those red cheeks and shy smile of embarrassment makes her insides flutter with butterflies.

"Depends, is it working?" he asked hopefully as his tongue pressed to his front teeth with a playful glint in his dark eyes.

Oh god, THE Joseph Quinn himself was flirting with HER? Did she die and go to heaven? A subtly pinch to her arm made her wince which she covered up with a little giggle. As far as she had followed on social media, the actor didn't have a girlfriend and people speculated that he could be in fact gay from the many videos and fan-edited clips of interviews he had done with Jamie Campbell Bower - which by the way, the girl was so on that train! - so it came almost as a surprise that he was openly flirting with her. A good kind of surprise though.

"Perhaps…." she replied coyly

"So, you wouldn't be opposed if perhaps you'd be up for a late night dinner?" A brow raised hopefully as he raised a hand to scratch at his stubble. "I know this great joint down the street that makes excellent burgers and milkshakes."

She laughed a little bit knowing exactly what he was talking about and nodded. "I think I can be persuaded to go there. I was feeling a bit peckish myself so burger and shakes sound absolutely divine right now." her laugh was more genuine this time as she pointed over her shoulder. "I'll go grab my stuff and meet you at the elevators." she said turning to leave with parting words. "I might need to cash in that favor of holding your hand for the ride though after last time." and the chuckle he sent her made her swoon as she hurried away to gather her things

He had insisted on driving her over to the diner and the car had been nothing but laughter and chatter between the two. They hadn't realized how much they actually had in common despite the fact that Y/N was 5 years younger than Joseph. They got along swell and when they eventually pulled up and went inside the 24/7 diner for a table they were like two peas in a pod. The pair were the only ones inside the diner asides from one trucker sitting alone enjoying a coffee by himself across the way so they were not worried about being spotted and could talk freely. After their food was ordered Y/N turned to find Joseph watching her with this little smile on his face that made her scrunch her nose playfully.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked in amusement.

"I dunno, guess I'm just wondering how perfect you are." the comment made a deep blush creep up her neck to her face.

"I-I'm not perfect Joseph. You already saw me at one of my bad times; not worst mind you but still." she replied embarrassed.

"Nonesense! Everyone is afraid of something; just because your claustrophobic doesn't make you a bad person. I rather like you as a person Y/N…" his smile softened as those big brown eyes gazed at her. "You're very sweet, great taste in music, and have a humorous wit. If I'm being honest I'd probably going to be asking for your number after dinner." he laughed which she joined in.

"And I'd probably be giving it to you. You're actually probably the first celebrity that I've met that's like super cool. Granted, you are the only one that I met but that's beside the point." she joked. "So, let's just say I'm flattered."

"You should be, you're great!" Joseph grinned over the table at her before turning his attention to the waitress as she returned with food and milkshakes for them.

The pair dove right in chatting away between bites and when the bill came Joseph snatched it quickly before she had a chance to see it much to her distaste but he quickly paid and left a nice tip before he was dragging her from the booth and out of the diner with their left over milkshakes in hand. At first Y/N thought perhaps their night was over but instead of dragging her to the car to drive her back he kept on walking down the street down on the sidewalk with her hand firmly grasped in his. Ah, what a romantic she thought. She didn't mind it though as they walked

"So, you mentioned loving my character in Stranger Things; you're one of the Eddie girls huh?" Joseph commented as he walked looking up at the dark sky dotted with pretty stars.

"Oh yeah, totally an Eddie's girl. I love the way you portrayed him. Oddly enough you know something? He's not far off from someone else I know." she commented bumping shoulders with him causing him to smile down at her.

"And for the record….I think I'm more of a Joseph's girl than I am an Eddie's girl. Don't get me wrong I love Eddie but…" she trailed off and looked down at their moving feet shyly. "I think his actor holds a little bit more of a special place in my heart."

"Yeah?" there was a sense of awe behind his tone as he looked down at her making her look back up at him and into those deep brown eyes that seemed to glitter with the starlight that dotted the skies as cheesy as it sounded.

A smile curled her lips as she nodded. "Totally."

He laughed a bit and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to draw her close to his side as they walked along the path to a park. "Joseph's girl…I like the sound of that." he mused as he pressed a light kiss to her temple and the sweet gesture made her flush.

"Whoa now tiger." she joked "What ever happened to asking for my number first?" she teased looking up at him to see his face twist into a playful smirk

"I think we're getting the girl's number went before dinner but we did dinner first so…." his lips puckered lightly in thoughtfulness and Y/N couldn't help it as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek with a warm smile.

"It's okay, what's the fun in doing things in order hmm?"

"Spontanous. I like it!" Joseph laughed as he suddenly picked the girl up by her waist and spun her around much to her delighted squeal of surprise.

"Since we're doing things out of order tonight love, would you be up for a movie at my place tonight?" a brow raised in question making her look at him in surprise.

"You have a place nearby?"

"Course I do." he chortled but she didn't care because who could say no to that sweet face?

"Yes, I'd love to but only if I choose the movie!" she pointed a playful finger in his direction and he grabbed her hand to pull it closer to his mouth to place a tender kiss on her knuckles.

"As the lady wishes!"

And that my friends, is just how one chance encounter could land you in a whole lot of trouble and fun. So take it from Y/N, take a chance because you never know just where you'll go if you simply speak up folks!

#Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn one-shot #joseph Quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn imagine #titlemewickedwonderland

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Yuuri Moreira

Basic info:

Nicknames: Yuu, Shirmp, Trickster, Prefect

Age: 16 years

Birthday: February 25th

Species: Human

Height: 1,58 m (5'2)

Dominante hand: Ambidextrous

Dorm: Ramshackle

Class: 1-A (seat 9)

Club: Film Research Club

Best subject: Pontionology

Gender: Caos (any pronouns)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Favorite food: Cheese bread

Like: Indie/horror games

Dislike: Not understanding something

Homeland: Brazil

Specialty: solving riddles

Family: Unnamed father (mentioned), Unnamed mother (mentioned), Unnamed older sister (mentioned), Unnamed younger brother (mentioned), coisinha and uncles (mentioned)

Twisted from: Alice (Alice in Wonderland)

Background:

He had a very simple life and had a loving family. Yuuri has always been passionate about fantasy stories, always going to the library to borrow books and read and loved watching films like that. One day, during the night, they saw a pair of stelae that shined brighter than the others, remembering the stories she read, she wished for them to one day go to a spell school, to learn magic and become a witch.

A few years passed and Yuuri became a teenager. He was returning from a course when a dark carriage appeared in front of her, That's all they remember before waking up in a coffin.

More about:

The curious human without magic who came from another world, who always gets into trouble, whether it's his own fault or that of others. Yuuri has a huge curiosity and fascination with the world of Twisted Wonderland, enjoying researching this world, as well as looking for a way to return home. Due to his curiosity, Yuu is also very gossipy, somehow managing to know about the latest topics. Yuu also tends to be very cheeky, having the nerve to touch Leona's tail or tease the NRC bullies.

Despite this, she does not like to get involved in problems that initially did not involve her, not because she doesn't care about people, but because it brings her a lot of stress. They also hate that Crowley dumps his responsibilities on them. Yuuri also appears to be a kind person with whom they is close, and with these people he doesn't mind doing some favors and likes to give handmade gifts for them. Yuu always has an amazing plan to solve problems, even if they initially seem absurd, they always work out.

Voice claim:

Jp: Marcille (Dungeon Meshi)

Eng: Luz Noceda (They owl house)

Pt-br: Najime Osana (Komi Can't Communicate)

Trivia:

They were part of the drama club at their world school

His parents own a pizzeria and she works there serving customers

Most of the clothes she wears are used or were sewn by her

They created some furniture for Ramshackle, including some for Grimm

He knows how to play guitar

Dividers

#twst oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twst mc #yuusona

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violetlunette · 3 months

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Runaway_Chapter 3_Sebek's Part

Summary: Silver has run away. Who's at fault?

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Notes: *I had to split this as Tumblr no long takes long posts, I guess. *Twst spoilers for Chapter/Book 7

Thrump! Thump...

Crack! Crack! fizz…

Tip, tap...tip…

Bzz..zzzz...bzzz...

tip, tip, THUMP!

Bzz...bzzz...

Fizz... crack! ...sizz…

TAP! Tip...tap, tap--

“ARUGH!”

Sebek growled as he gripped his head, nearly ripping out his hair.

“Could everything just shut up?!” he yelled. As the lounge was empty, there was no response. Sebek felt that, as he was alone, there should only be silence, but there wasn’t.

There was the crackle of the flames from the fireplace, the buzzing of the lights from the chandelier—who knew Diasomnia used electricity?—the wind making all kinds of noises against the window, his footsteps, and more.

Every little sound seemed to bother him as if each one was armed with a knife and was stabbing at him, trying to annoy him.

Of course, he knew that the noise wasn’t the problem.

The problem was a silver-haired human, or the lack thereof.

Sebek’s face scrunched in frustration, his skin turning bright red.

‘I can’t believe all this is happening! I can’t…’

After Lilia ran out, Baul took Sebek and Prince Malleus to be checked over by the STYX medical personnel. As this was going on, Baul went to find Lilia to offer what assistance he could.

Once they were given the okay, the dragon and half-fae inquired about Silver and Lilia. There was no news on Silver, which sent a bolt of fright through Sebek.

It wasn’t like Silver not to be here when Malleus needed him. Something had to have been wrong.

However, those thoughts were put on hold when they learned that Lilia had been taken to the Queen, who wanted to learn about everything that transpired.

Once Malleus heard this, he was furious and teleported away in a blast of green flame.

Naturally, Sebek panicked and went to find him but was held back by the STYX officers, who were still looking him over. The process took a while and only moved along when Ortho showed up and logically pointed out that the tests would go faster if he cooperated.

Eventually, Lilia found him and assured Sebek that Malleus was fine. The prince was discussing personal matters with his grandmother.

Sebek was relieved. Then he asked about Silver.

At the mention of his son, Lilia’s face twisted with emotion. His hands shook, though he tried to hide it.

“W—well...Sil—Silver is...” Every word shook, and Sebek could see that he was trying to get his emotions handled. This caused Sebek to push harder.

“What did that idiot do now?!” he had demanded. “Did he get himself hurt?” Or worse? Had something gone wrong during their adventure and--

Lilia managed to assure him that Silver was alright—alive, at least.

However--

“Silver’s...gone.” With that, Sebek’s whole world started to break.

Gone.

Silver was gone.

Silver left them.

He ran away.

He abandoned them--!!

“DAMMIT!!” Sebek grabbed and tossed a nearby table with such strength that it flipped and rolled before breaking against a wall with a CRASH. As the parts fell to the floor in clicks and clatters, the teen choked back a sob.

“Dammit…!”

What was Silver thinking?! How could he abandon Lord Malleus? Master Lilia? Him? After everything they’ve been through--

A few tears squeezed out of clenched eyes, and Sebek cursed again.

“Dammit, Silver! You…” He lifted an arm and roughly wiped away his tears, scolding himself for crying.

Once he calmed himself, it wasn’t hard for Sebek to piece together what happened:

While in Lilia’s dream, Sebek and the others were faced with the Knight of the Dawn, the leader of the Silver Owls, and the one that would kill Malleus’ mother. When they saw his face, he looked just like the Silver, aside from the hair.

After the knight helped them escape, Silver was overcome with grief and nearly fell into despair. He would have, had the humans not attacked and nearly killed Lilia.

The need to protect Lilia and the egg holding their prince trumped all else. And so, Silver managed to pull himself together just enough to continue onward.

They hadn’t gotten a chance to talk after that. Especially after they were separated, as Sebek chose to help his grandfather while Silver stayed with Lilia.

Thinking back, it’s clear that Silver had some sort of tie to the Knight of the Dawn. Aside from the hair, they were basically reflections of one another. Adding to that, the ring the knight possessed was just like the one Lilia had given Silver.

‘Silver must have realized it too,’ Sebek mused to himself. ‘And obviously, that fool blames himself for what the Knight of the Dawn did.’ That idiot.

It wasn’t like Sebek didn’t understand. After all, Sebek saw the pain the knight had put Malleus, Lilia, and his grandfather through.

However, there was no need for Silver to carry that blame.

He shouldn’t carry the fault of his ancestors. Master Lilia didn’t blame him. That was obvious from the fact that the old general raised him to be strong. Stronger than Sebek.

There was no need for him to run away like this and disappear. Silver--

Sebek kicked an item across the floor.

“Dammit Silver!” His body quivered with emotion until his knees nearly gave out from under him.

Why didn’t he talk to him? Why didn’t that idiot ever talk to anyone?!

Why did Silver always have to keep it in? Didn’t he know the trouble he caused by doing so?

“And that’s why he never spoke up,” a wicked voice whispered in his mind. “Because, in a childish attempt to make yourself feel better, you talked down to him, insulted him, and told him he wasn’t enough.”

‘No, I…’ He never meant to. Alright, so he was jealous of Silver.

Even though Silver was a mere human and dozed off every fifteen minutes, he usually surpassed Sebek.

In combat, Sebek could count on one hand how many times he had won against Silver.

Then, when Malleus taught them magic for the first time, Silver caught on right away, while Sebek struggled for years before he managed to cast a single spell.

And Sebek had no doubt that Silver would be performing better academically if it weren’t for the latter's sleep spells.

So, Sebek made comments to make himself feel better, so what? Silver should have known that he didn’t mean them, right? It wasn’t his fault if Silver misunderstood.

“Look at you. Even now, you’re talking down about him.”

‘I’m not!’ he defended himself. ‘I—Silver’s the one who overreacted and caused problems for everyone! I’m just stating the facts.’

“Oh, you want facts? Here’s some facts for you,” his inner demon mocked. “Silver is the child of Lilia and Malleus’ enemy, who slew Princess Malenore, leading Lilia to mourn her death and Malleus to grow up without a mother.”

‘So--’

“And since the day you met, you always told Silver that he owed Lord Malleus and Master Lilia for raising him, despite the fact he was human,” The voice continued, sending a chill through him. “Well, how could he ever repay them for that, hm? There’s no way, is there?” Sebek shook his head so harshly that it was a wonder he didn’t dislocate his neck.

Shadows were created from the peridot fires of the crackling hearth. These shades seemed to surround Sebek in a circle, their shapes taking on the familiar shape of another teen. Though the had no expressions, Sebek felt they were judging him, blaming him just like the monster in his head.

The boy’s body began to tremble, his throat dry. He swallowed before parting his lips.

When he spoke, his words came out harsh and biting.

“That’s not—”

“Isn’t it? You always blamed and pressured Silver for things that weren’t his fault. Why wouldn’t he think the same this time around?” the voice asked him. “That’s why he ran. Because he knew you would blame him. He knew you would blame him for the sins of his father. For Lilia and Malleus’ pain. He knew that the price the two paid was too high and that he could never pay them back them. That’s why Silver’s gone.”

“No, that’s not true!” Sebek found himself yelling, tears streaming down his face unbidden. He had fallen to his knees, his fingers trying to dig into the stone.

“He’s gone. And it’s your fault.” With a last whisper, the voice left, leaving Sebek in silence.

The boy’s entire being shook, racked with tears.

“It’s not true,” he whispered, trying to rid himself of the guilt that threatened to push him into the ground.

He never meant...He never...!!

SLAM!

He pounded a fist into the floor so hard that the stone cracked. He growled.

“DAMMIT! This isn’t how it ends! I REFUSE to let it!” he declared to the empty room. It couldn’t.

This couldn’t be how years of living as each other’s rivals, best friends, and even brothers ended. A misunderstanding couldn’t ruin all that!

Right?

Next->

A/N: Well, you all tune in for pain, so here’s the pain.

Sebek Notes:

*Just for the record, I know Sebek doesn’t hold any malice in his comments and I know that Silver knows that as well. (Though I argue that he’s internalized some.) I'm also very much aware that Sebek talks Silver up just as often as he puts the other down. Sebek’s just blaming himself because he’s hurting and right now there’s no one for him to talk to.

#mine #twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #twst sebek #twisted wonderland sebek #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia #twst lilia #twst fanfic #twst diasomnia #Twst Runaway

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mdhwrites · 11 months

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How sick are you of the "TOH season 3 was bad because of Disney" argument?

I feel bad that I've been talking about the shortening as much as I have lately and this ask feels like a part of that. XD It's probably the one thing that the troll from a bit ago really got under my skin with and what seemed to piss them off the hardest. The idea that I was 'blatantly ignoring the circumstances' that led to the problems in the show.

But frankly, I just don't hear the argument being used much anymore. That might just partially be because at this point, I feel like I see more Amphibia art than I see Owl House art on my timeline because... Who is really defending this show at this point? It seems like even die hards are glancing back and fidgeting about it, like that person who I reblogged about the glyphs. That was a decently popular post for something that should have been controversial considering how theoretically important the glyphs are to at least the branding of the show.

S3 in general seems to have left a really bad taste in people's mouths and it's not hard to see why. When you had two and a half hours of content to give your story a proper bang of a finish, even if you can't make it all cohere thematically or the like, you should be able to do SOMETHING. That's WAY longer than most movies and TOH didn't have to do the first two act of establishment that most movies need to do. They had their players, they had their villains, they had their stakes and they never have to find an answer on their own to the Collector or Belos so they effectively already had their solution. They were setup to have payoff after payoff after payoff.

But I made an entire blog about how S3 could never have been great... Because what was there to payoff? Beating Belos is about the ONLY thing S2 left for the cast to do, especially once the second special came around and the interesting elements of the Collector were killed. He's just a sad but playful boy, just like Hunter was sad but mad and Amity was sad but smart. We had no other villains that we as an audience were connected to, all the character arcs were done, to the point where they have to make shit up for Willow so they can do SOMETHING with her and even that feels like shipping fodder, and the thematics were left so far down the road that... What can you say about the ending positively besides "I'm happy everyone is alive and seems happy where they are"?

None of these issues only arose in S3 of TOH though and I think that's the real problem for the fandom right now. Literally the longer the show has gone on, the more its inherent flaws in its writing become obvious as well as the fact that these writers simply aren't good enough to improvise off of the flaws in their own writing to make it better. We have no one who is Toriyama during the Cell Arc here where they can change on the fly and actually build off of what has to now be discarded. Or, hell, me, because I don't plan my stories from go but I take GREAT pride in being able to build on surprises I leave for myself on accident. Remember: The Power of Love did not start even with that title or Boscha planned to ever make more than joke appearances. Now it has a lot of people's favorite versions of both Boscha and Amity.

And that story is over a hundred chapters long. I had at least another hundred chapters of plans in mind. But when my brain stopped working for it and I decided I needed to write an ending so readers could be satisfied, I managed to do one in six parts that word count wise was probably at most 15k words. Not that long frankly but I was able to highlight the mended relationship between Amity and Boscha, how far Boscha had come socially as to be able to ignore those who might have gotten under her skin before, her better relationship with Luz, tie up the biggest loose ends and get them all together.

Was it entirely coherent? No. Was it as impactful as it could have been had I done all my plans? Of course not. But it was satisfying and true to the story and none of it wasted my audiences' time while still giving them an ending that was not only poignant to what had come because of how far Boscha had come but also just give the audience what they wanted. I knew what to cut and I knew what was important.

The Owl House never knew what was important to it though. Never met an idea it didn't like. So... How do you end a story that has never had a focus, clear thematics, plot, world or even characters? That throws everything into the kitchen sink and just waves away the elements in the sink that will stop them from adding new elements that will never get past the surface?

In a lot of spectacle that shows you were always a lot more shallow than you claimed and that's gonna leave a lot of people cold. I know it did for me, even well before the finale.

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I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

#toh critical #the owl house criticism

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sailtomarina · 7 months

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How to (Not) Properly Prepare Mandrakes

cw: mandrakes were definitely harmed in the writing of this story.

Neville led her into the greenhouse, his back broad and almost too wide for the tiny door creaking open at his touch.

“You’d think after all these years Sprout would have enlarged these doors,” Pansy mused. Of course, she had no problem walking through, despite her platform shoes. Heels might not be practical as a Healer, but she refused to give up any advantage she could take for a little more height.

Still, standing next to Neville and looking up at his amused smile, Pansy still felt she could use several more inches. Letting her eyes drag down unabashedly down his chest, muscled even beneath his gardening apron, and trim waist, she ended her inspection at his crotch.

She could do with several more inches, indeed.

“Pansy.” His tone caught her attention, and she looked up to see his smile had widened, the flash of his teeth white against his tan skin. “I didn’t say it earlier, but you’re looking good.”

Well, well, well.

“You’ve certainly grown up decently well yourself, Longbottom,” she teased. Who knew that underneath that bumbling, shy exterior existed this delicious man?

He blushed, grasping the back of his neck in a nervous gesture that gave her the distinct desire of teasing him some more. That wasn’t why she was here though. With a short shake of her head, she brought her attention back to the task at hand and the reason why she’d approached Neville Longbottom in the first place.

“So these are them, then?” she asked, indicating the potted plants on the table in front of them.

His hand dropped and he turned to face the mandrakes, his chest lifting and hands spanning to rest against the wood as confidence filled his voice. “Yes, I pulled these particular pots after our letters.”

Pansy narrowed her eyes as she inspected the plants. “These are fully mature mandrakes?” They looked smaller than she’d expected, not that she had handled the plants in any recent memory. The last time had been during their Hogwarts days, more than a decade past now.

“Only just. They’ll be moving in with one another any day now,” he affirmed.

Pansy hoped that her theories would prove correct. If the efficacy of their potions were indeed greatly improved upon the freshness of the mandrakes, then she planned to make an offer Neville and the Hogwarts board couldn’t refuse. St. Mungo’s current suppliers weren’t as particular on quality as they liked to claim, and no amount of cajoling on her end seemed to change the outcome.

“Well, then, shall we?” She held her hand out, waiting for the signature earmuffs she remembered from her childhood.

Neville looked at her askance. “What, you want to harvest them now?”

“Whyever not? I want to see the mandrakes for myself and see how you handle them. Isn’t that why you asked me to come up here?” This time it was Pansy’s turn to be confused. His last missive had invited her out to her alma mater at her soonest convenience.

“Well, I just thought you’d like to see the plants, then have a spot of tea and catch up.” He flushed a rich pink the moment the words left his lips. Pansy thought he never looked more adorable.

“I see. Owls not quite immediate enough for a conversation, Longbottom?” Salazar, he was fun to tease.

Pansy risked a glance at the hand propped on the desk. No ring. She hadn’t heard much about Longbottom before her current project and had assumed he’d gone off and married one of his Hufflepuff friends–Abbott, or maybe Bones. She might have even considered Granger given the way he’d panted after her when they were students. Too bad that particular Gryffindor was too busy dancing around Draco, neither of them fooling anybody with their attempt at secrecy.

“I didn’t think getting your hands dirty was an option.”

Merlin.

He said that sentence without any attempt at hiding his interest, his voice dropping at the idea of prim and proper Pansy Parkinson getting soiled. At least, that’s how she interpreted his change in tone.

“That’s what gloves are for,” she quipped. Once again, she looked around expectantly at the well-organized greenhouse. She didn’t see any gloves, or earmuffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate because I prefer to go without. We also did away with earmuffs years ago,” he explained. Pansy opened her mouth to reply, but he beat her to it. “Let me demonstrate.”

Taking his cherry wand in hand, he intoned, “Sonus exsurdo.”

Her eyes widened at the immediate loss of sound. Delighting in her response, he raised both hands to clap straight into her face. Nothing. With another wave of his wand, sound was restored.

“That’s so much better than those cursed earmuffs!” Pansy had always hated wearing them. They only came in two garish colors and left indents in her hair.

“I do have some on hand just in case,” he admitted, “but I’ve never had need of them after learning that little charm. If you really want, I can also get you some gloves.”

Pansy considered his offer. She really did want to see the process first hand since she barely remembered her own experience. She also had a feeling Neville had his own techniques. “I do want to help you harvest them, but I’ll try it your way.”

He quirked a brow at her, and she elaborated, “No gloves.” She could just schedule a manicure for later that evening. His delighted laugh had her stomach flipping over, and she decided she was glad of her decision.

A short few minutes later, both of them deafened and a second apron procured for Pansy, they stood ready to get to work. Grasping the base of the plant firmly, Neville tugged upward in one smooth motion. As he did so, Pansy couldn’t help but admire the biceps that swelled with his effort. Her admiration halted at the first fling of dirt into her face.

The mandrake let out a wail that would have no doubt killed them on the spot without their charms. The monstrous little thing still had acne scars from its juvenile stage. Squealing and wiggling its arms, it seemed to beg for a return to its dark haven. Instead, Neville pinned the mandrake to the table top, raised a slender knife, and sliced straight through where the stem met the root. The mandrake went still. Blood pooled around the wound.

The suddenness of the act shocked Pansy to the core. She knew mandrakes were sliced and boiled in a variety of ways for use, but she hadn’t ever witnessed the actual moment of one’s death.

He proceeded to clean up the ends of the leaves, setting them aside to use elsewhere. He repeated the entire process with the remainder of the mandrakes. Thankfully, he tasked Pansy with uprooting the mandrakes while he handled the knife, and they set a steady rhythm. They were done with the table of pots after only an hour of little interruption.

The moment they stopped moving and Pansy set aside the last container, she flattened her palms on the table and willed them to stop trembling. No wonder the school never allowed students to harvest the mandrakes. They were just plants, but they were also far too humanoid for the act to feel as emotionless as she’d assumed.

So absorbed was she in her attempt to bring herself under control, that she startled at the return of her hearing.

“Everything alright, Pansy?” He sounded concerned, and Pansy looked up to meet his wide eyes with her own. They were hazel, little flecks of moss green in the light brown. His eyes were pretty. He looked worried.

“Yes, I’m sorry…that was just more than I expected.” She breathed in deep to steady herself.

He nodded sympathetically and, to her surprise once more, settled both hands on her shoulders and squeezed in reassurance.

His hands.

She dropped her gaze to look, fully expecting them to be covered with dirt and, in turn, staining her blouse.

His hands were spotless.

“How?”

Neville laughed, and she realized her mouth had dropped open. She shut it with an audible click and scowled.

“I have a little charm for the dirt, too,” he said, dimples deep in his cheeks.

He beckoned her hands forward. Once she raised them, he muttered and the dirt fell away as if it had never been there. Wandless. Impressive.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” They shared a grin at her question.

“You’ve barely seen anything,” he replied with a wink.

“Longbottom…”

His moment of confidence faltered at her drawl of his name, replaced with a blush so deep it made his earlier one look pale in comparison.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

She cut him off before he could misunderstand. “If you don’t show me more of these surprises, I just might cancel our plans right now.”

Pansy looked up at him coquettishly, biting her lip and hoping he was just as easily turned on as she already was. His gulp was apparent, and she held back her grin of triumph.

“How long has it been?” she asked. Pansy knew it was nosy, but she was genuinely curious.

“How long has what been?” he responded, confused.

Tilting her head and continuing to look up through her curtain of her bangs, she placed a hand on his belt and tugged in a manner that left absolutely no room for doubt.

“Oh!” Lips in an innocent little ‘o’, Neville tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling as he thought. If he wasn’t so tall, Pansy would place her teeth around the apple of his throat and swipe it with her tongue. “With someone, or…?”

Pansy smirked at the vision of Neville Longbottom wanking amidst the greenery of his greenhouses.

“It’s been a bit,” he admitted. “I’ve been so busy with students and keep such early hours that I end up going to bed before most bars even open.”

“But alone…” Pansy’s curiosity would kill her one day, but she needed to know.

Neville glanced over at the prepared mandrakes before answering her. “This morning, actually.”

“Wait, why did you look at the plants?” she demanded. Pansy had always known of his uncanny skills in Herbology, but she had never dared consider a more carnal application.

He stared at her as she fidgeted, blinking a few times in the silence. “Are you asking because you’re just curious?”

“I’d like to fuck, and if plants are involved, I want to know first,” Pansy said bluntly.

His cough didn’t cover up his laugh at all. “In that case, you ought to know that I frequently use plants to heighten certain sensations and induce hallucinations.”

Pansy looked between him and the mandrakes, brow furrowed. “Oh. That’s more elaborate than what I imagined.”

He looked like he was struggling to keep a straight face. “Which was?”

“I was thinking of something more along the lines of a cumsock.”

He really did have a lovely laugh. He threw his head back with the force of it, wiping away the tears from his eyes once he regained control of himself. “There are varieties that lend themselves well to that purpose, but I like to have more fun than that. I’ve cultivated specimens to do…more.”

“I have nothing else scheduled for today since I thought harvesting would take most of the evening,” Pansy announced.

She wasn’t usually so forward without a few drinks in the half light of whatever date location she usually required beforehand. Neville had her nearly stamping her feet in impatience–she wanted his pants off yesterday. She nearly swooned when he cast locking and silencing charms.

“Luckily, I can say the same today.” He turned to pick up one of the freshly plucked mandrake leaves. “I know you’re aware of the medicinal uses, but have you ever tried smoking it?”

Pansy had not, but she was not at all against trying as long as it was with Neville. She snapped her fingers and conjured a small flame, a trick that had his eyebrows jumping up into his hairline in appreciation. Shaking the same hand extinguished the fire.

“Fancy.”

He held out his hand, and she took it, swallowing heavily at the way his long fingers curled around hers. Strong. Deft. She imagined them inside of her, plunging deep and pressing just there.

She was keen to see what all he had hidden in his seemingly innocent garden beds, with or without his handy little cleaning charm. As long as Pansy experienced those hands for herself, she’d willingly butcher a hundred mandrakes. She’d even wear those fluffy monstrosities.

“Lead on, Longbottom.”

WC 2126

10/10 "Mandrakes" prompt from @hpkinktober

Cross posted on Tumblr and AO3

SO, mandrakes. Another plant. I guess I'm just into flora at the moment? Mandrakes can be kind of yikes depending on how I handle it, so I hope I made their use more exciting than frightening.

#panville #harry potter flashfic #harry potter fanfiction #pansy x neville #pansy parkinson #neville longbottom #hp kinktober 2023

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The Owl House - Hunter & Darius - Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt : Loss of Hearing

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings : Unknowing ableism from a parental figure (as in- getting snippy with someone over something that stemmed from their disability because you don't know they have a disability), references to past child abuse

Chronology : During the finale time skip

Headcanons : Hard of Hearing!Hunter, AuDHD!Hunter

Author's note : While I do have some very minor hearing loss, it's not nearly to the point where I would be considered Hard of Hearing or Deaf so if any of you are and I get anything wrong, feel free to comment any criticisms so I can do better in the future 🙏

Hunter never had the best of hearing from jump, much to Belos' annoyance, and it only got worse after a particularly bad incident in which Belos had sliced one of his ears. On top of the missing chunk of flesh, his hearing in that ear had also taken a bit of a beating since some of Belos' goop had gotten within his ear and punctured his ear drum.

As he got older, his hearing only grew worse and worse, which wasn't exactly ideal by any means, especially considering his constant need to be alert and attentive due to his duties as the Golden Guard.

But he wasn't the Golden Guard anymore, and Belos could no longer punish him for his hearing problems. However, that didn't make the fear go away.

So, when Darius got a bit annoyed at him over not doing the dishes while he was out- He'd asked Hunter to do them on his way out the door, but the blonde simply hadn't heard him- The boy was understandably a bit distressed.

"Hunter" Darius said a bit grumpily as he walked back into the living room where the boy was innocently playing a game on a human device known as a Game Boy Advance.

"Yes, Darius?" Hunter asked, immediately pausing his game and setting the device to the side. Darius' demeanor was one of someone who was disappointed, possibly even a bit mad, and Hunter had to swallow down his fear as he realized this.

"Why is the sink still full of dirty dishes?" Darius asked, annoyance clear. On a better day, he would've been more gentle, but he'd had a long day at work and really hadn't wanted to do the dishes when he got home, which is why he'd asked Hunter to do them before he left, but now he would have to do them anyway since it was too late for Hunter to do them at this point.

Hunter's heart sank. He didn't know Darius had wanted him to do the dishes. Was it just expected and this was another unspoken expectation he didn't know of or had his hearing failed him again? Either way, it didn't matter because Darius seemed pretty ticked off...

"I'm sorry" Hunter said, hoping it wasn't too obvious how his body had gone rigid. "I didn't know I was supposed to"

"I told you when I was leaving" Darius told him, still clearly annoyed. "Were you not paying attention?"

"I..." Hunter trailed off and swallowed thickly. The rational part of his brain knew Darius probably wouldn't beat him for saying this, but that fear never truly goes away. "I didn't hear you..."

"Sure, Hunter" Darius sighed. "Well, it's too late in the night for you to do it now anyway" he continued. "Just go to bed- And leave that damn video game machine out here"

"Yes, sir"

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By the next morning, Darius had mostly forgotten the whole ordeal but Hunter was still incredibly on edge.

"Hey, kid" Darius said from the kitchen as he made breakfast. Hunter had been intently watching him to make sure he didn't miss anything that was said, but Darius happened to be turned the other way in this particular moment. "Did you move the butter?" he asked.

When he got no response, he turned to the blonde with a slightly annoyed expression. Hunter swallowed. Oh no, he thought. I missed something and now he hates me and he's gonna disown me, and-

"Are you okay?" Darius asked, noticing how scared the kid looked.

"I'm sorry" Hunter said, and Darius swore tears were forming in the boy's eyes. He quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over to the table to see what was going on with his kid. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to ignore you"

"I didn't think you were" Darius soothed. "I know you have trouble paying attention sometimes, so-"

"No, that's not it" Hunter cut him off, internally cursing himself for speaking out of turn. Darius frowned.

"I'm all ears, kid" he told the boy. "What's going on?"

"My hearing is really bad" Hunter told him, his eyes shut tight as though he was expecting to be hit. Darius' frown deepened.

"Oh" he said. "Wait, why are you only telling me this now?"

"I didn't want you to get rid of me..."

"Why in Titan would I get rid of you for something like that!?"

"Belos would always get so mad at me for not hearing him" Hunter said and Darius felt anger boil under his skin, though not towards the kid. "I thought if I just paid close enough attention, it wouldn't ever have to come up and you wouldn't hate me for it" he explained. "But then I missed the dishes, and now whatever you just asked, and I..." he trailed off, tears beginning to spill from his eyes. "I've failed"

"Oh, Hunter..." Darius sighed. "Can I hug you?" he asked, getting a small nod in response. He wrapped his arms around the now-crying teenager and slowly rubbed his back in a soothing motion. "You haven't failed" he told the boy earnestly. "I'm sorry I was so harsh last night about the dishes. I didn't know"

"Sorry..."

"No, don't apologize" Darius told him. "I know now, so I'll make sure we're on the same page about everything from now on, okay?" A nod. "Hey, maybe we can even try to learn sign language together"

"You don't hate me?"

"Of course not" Darius replied, hugging the grimwalker just a bit tighter. "I could never hate you, Hunter"

"Oh..." the blonde muttered. "Oh" he said again, only his tone was far different this time. Darius began to smell smoke. "I think breakfast is burning"

"Oh, shit"

Do not repost on other platforms!! I'll repost this to AO3 under the same username

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #prompts #the owl house #toh #hunter deamonne #dadrius #hard of hearing #hard of hearing hunter deamonne #ptsd #hunter has ptsd #darius is a good dad #bad things bingo #bad things happen bingo #hurt/comfort #past child abuse

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demotsetdemiel · 2 years

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hi kath !! can i request an imagine where draco and y/n are dating in the sixth year but he has to break up with her to keep her safe bc he's a death eater now? it's ok if you are not comfortable writing this, i understand ♡

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘

summary: when draco becomes a deatheater, he has to protect you from his family… and from him. [6th year!draco malfoy x gf!reader]

cw: angst, a bit of swearing

a/n: thanks for requesting honey!! i love this, i was actually going to write something like that when i saw your request, i was a little long but here it is! hope you enjoy <3

you were never alone at howgarts. never. you had your best friend, Luna Lovegood, who was a little… dreamy sometimes, but you were as well, so you two got on well. you had the most famous trio at school, harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger.

but above all, you had your boyfriend, draco malfoy.

yes, you were a ravenclaw. yes, you were aware that your friends could barely stand the blond guy. and yes, when you started dating, people started looking down on you, fearing you, and even avoiding you. yet, you were still the same. you just fell for the bad guy, who was becoming sweeter by spending time with you.

although since the beginning of your sixth year, he was avoiding you. you found that pretty strange because you two were like inseparable, always cuddling even when he was in a bad mood, you needed to be next to him. and now you found yourself listening to the theories of harry, who was sure that your boyfriend was now a death eater, just like his father. to be honest, you didn’t believe that, it was bullshit, wasn’t it? potter hated draco, so he always found reasons to blame him, this couldn’t be true. he would have told you, right ?

but deep down, you were believing harry. yes, draco had acted strangely that past few days. that’s why you had sent him an owl, asking him to meet you as usual, at your kissing spot, the astronomy tower.

wind running through your hair, your eyes admiring the lake, even after six years, you were waiting for him to show up, which he did after a while.

“y/n. looking for me?”

his tone was distant, cold, just like when you were both strangers to each other. just when he hated you. your heart broke a little more.

“why are you avoiding me?” you attacked with a small voice. you wanted answers, and you wanted things to go back as they were before.

“i’m not avoiding you”

“stop denying, I didn’t see you after the howgarts express. I don’t even know about what you did during your holidays, you didn’t bother to write to me.” your tone was bitter.

“I didn’t have to. you’re not my-“

“your what? your girlfriend? yeah, apparently I’m not anymore.” you stated, tears filling up your eyes.

“maybe it’s the best option.”

his cold voice broke you heart in thousand pieces. a single tear ran down your cheek, and you wiped it away as fast as you can, anger and sadness running through your veins. that was it. the worst breakup in history. you couldn’t see what you did wrong. you didn’t know, but right now, you couldn’t care. all you could notice were draco’s features, impenetrable, but not seeming to regret anything, not even a little saddened, or sympathetic. you knew dating the infamous draco malfoy could only bring you problems, but you never thought of a heartbreak like that.

you didn’t want to fall apart in front of him, so you just stopped inches from him, and placed something in the palm of his hands. after that, you ran away from him, as fast as you can.

what you didn’t see, though, was draco’s hand shaking behind his back, the pain he had in pronouncing these words in front of you, the mark on his arm. the look in his eyes, so broken to hurt you like that. but he didn’t have the choice. he had to protect you, from him, from his family, from Voldemort. he had to, but it didn’t make it easier. no, it was even worse. because now, he had no one left for him, to be on his side.

when he opened his hand, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from shouting your name and telling you everything. in his palm rested the ring he’d gave you a year ago, when you started dating.

what hurted him the most was that you didn’t know why, and that you thought maybe it was your fault, that you did something wrong. that was killing him.

#draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy x you #harry potter fandom

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 2 years

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From Book 1(or From book they were introduced) to 7 -changes following characters(some are minor) goes through(characters arc) :-

Harry ,Ginny,Ron,Hermione,Remus , Tonks, Percy, Fleur, lavender

I remember reading this ask and being like "is this a challenge?". I could write books on some of these characters and on others there's very little to tell.

But you know what? As Barney Stinson would say:

Challenged accepted.

I'll need to be very synthetic which is not something I'm good at.

Lavender Brown

Lavender does not sustain any relevant change through the story, she's always painted as very girly and in contrast to Hermione. It's not surprising seeing that she's not a particularly relevant character. The only change we see is that at the start of OotP she doesn't believe Harry but then she's at the first meeting of the DA. She is not stupid or a coward but it's not a revelation of her character, she's always been a clear Gryffindor.

Fleur Delacour

Fleur doesn't really change, we just see new sides of her. In GoF, Harry finds her unlikable, and only when he saves Gabrielle, she warms up to Harry and we discover that she's not that bad. In HBP the Weasley women go through the same thing, with the addiction that seeing that she will be a new member of the family and they have to live with her, her unlikability is far heavier on them. One change that I guess we could see is when in DH before the Battle, when Percy comes back, she's the one that tries to break the tension by asking about Teddy to Remus. This shows an ability to read the room, and as basic as it is, it does seem to be an improvement for her. Most of the rude things she says to the Weasleys in HBP seem to not come from hatred but an inability to have any type of social filter. In an analysis of her character, we could see how this may be linked to her being part Veela.

Percy Weasley

Percy is always presented as an ambitious and smart character who is very academically driven. This does not change. I do not personally recall and have not found any declaration of loyalty towards Dumbledore in the early books (but please correct me if I'm wrong) so him taking the parts of the Ministry is not a change for him. There's on the other hand an interesting change in his relationship with Arthur.

Percy feels a connection with his father for his job at the Ministry and even seems to share Arthur's biggest interest. In the second book, he tells Harry that the optional subjects he should choose are divination and muggle studies. Percy has actually taken all the optional classes because we know he got 12 owls, so these are the ones he really likes and values more (I find it really interesting that the other is divination personally). Now, this is important because when Percy gets away from his family, he mainly rows with Arthur and shows resentment towards him. This seems to be a change due to Percy working at the Ministry for a year and having to deal with having "Weasley" as a surname but of course, we'll never know for sure. He could've bottled up those feelings against his father for years.

Percy needs the Battle of Hogwarts to come back to his family. As every Gryffindor he has braveness but also a lot of pride and stubbornness. By this point, he has no problem addressing his excessive ambition and his wrong behavior toward his family.

Nymphadora Tonks

Tonks is another of those characters that we don't really see changing, we just see different sides of her. If in OotP she's vibrant, funny, and energetic, in HBP she's depressed because of the whole Remus matter. I've seen people during the years say that the way she acted in HBP was out of character and my question is: based on what? How can you say that when we didn't know anything about her intimate emotional sphere? Between the scene in the infirmary and the one written by JKR outside the books, her attitude towards Remus doesn't seem to change. She's extremely sad but she doesn't sulk in silence. In DH she seems to return to her OotP-self which is coherent with her being now married to Remus. We don't know how she reacted to Remus going away, just that eventually they patch it up.

Remus Lupin

Remus is the incarnation of self-hatred. We see it from his very first appearance in PoA, just think about how he stays away from Harry for years and he keeps that attitude even when he becomes his professor. This is a central part of his character, something he constantly battles with and he seems to have a real improvement with the birth of his son. Remus is incredibly happy, he seems to finally start to see himself as worthy of love. Personally, I've always interpreted Remus making Harry Teddy's godfather as a sign of gratefulness for setting him back on the right path.

I've always found Remus's death very fitting because it made sense for me that at the end of the story all the Marauders died but that death is also an enormous tragedy for Remus' character because he's killed when he has finally started accepting himself and had in front of him years of happiness. It kind of cuts his arc right in the middle.

We could talk about the "marauders era" but I feel like I'd be going too much into speculation. What we can say is that surely Halloween of '81 caused a regression in his self-esteem, despite that, I think it's important to remember that it's suggested that Remus always had a sense of gratefulness towards the Marauders (specifically James) on a level that indicates a sense of feeling undeserving of their support.

Hermione Granger

Hermione is not a character that changes a lot, actually. Especially if you consider how much page space she has. But nonetheless, let's dive into what we have.

Managing stressful situations -> In PS we see Hermione not being able to act straight under pressure, in CoS she is not really involved in any action but she seems to be able to handle herself in PoA. Though PoA is also the book in which she goes completely out of control about the optional subjects. The narrative seems to imply that Hermione made a crazy choice taking them all, but we know that both Bill and Percy did it which means it's possible. This implies that Hermione didn't know how to deal with the pressure that all that work required, maybe because some of the subjects were difficult for her, like divination? We'll never know. From GoF, this trait of her seems to disappear.

Social skills -> We meet Hermione as someone with very poor social skills and who has a hard time making friends. I do not consider her becoming friends with Ron and Harry a sign of improvement because the event has very little to do with her social skills. I think in this aspect her friendship with Ginny, and to a minor degree, Neville and Luna, is far more significant. They are born in a more natural way even if still in forced circumstances, like all the time she spends at the Burrow. By the end of OotP, she even learns to not attack Luna on her beliefs. I do not consider the advices she gives Ginny (about Harry) and Harry (about Cho) improvement because I do not think she ever had a problem understanding situations as a third party, she doesn't know how to act when she's directly involved.

Family -> Hermione progressively distances herself from her parents spending constantly more time with the Weasleys to the point that one wonders where she would have spent Christmas of 1996 if she hadn't fought with Ron. It's not clear what are her motivations and feelings about it. In OotP we know that she cares about them knowing she became a prefect because at least they know what that means. The apex is her wiping away their memories of her but we know she eventually restores them. She's accepted by the Weasleys as family but through Ron, instead of that unconditional way in which Harry is a Weasley. If and how much she feels grateful for the Weasleys is not clear.

Ron -> I don't think her view of Ron changes much frankly, she was always more susceptible to his behavior. She seems to officially develop romantic feelings for him during CoS because, by the start of PoA, she obviously likes him. She always seemed pretty aware of her feelings but not open to making the first move. In HBP she invites Ron to the Christmas party which is surely an improvement but she remains very vague and in fact, we all know what happens. She does kiss Ron first but considering that they are three minutes away from a very likely death I don't think it can be considered character development. She also shows repeatedly that she's aware of Ron's insecurities but doesn't really act accordingly with the exception of her complimenting Ron about his idea of the fangs before the battle, could they have possibly talked about what happened with the locket? I suppose the real end of the arc, even if we jump from a first kiss to marriage, is her marrying Ron and having children with him.

House-elves -> The information we know about what she does after the books suggest that she eventually learns how to properly deal with the house-elves matter. While her feelings about the issue in the books are correct, her way of dealing with them is deeply wrong.

Ron Weasley

Ron is a character that consistently messes up and consistently improves himself afterward. From the start, we are made very aware of Ron's insecurities and his need to prove himself.

Insecurities regarding Harry -> From the first book we are made aware that Ron's aspiration is having glory, and success, in short: what Harry has. These feelings arrive at a peak in GoF when Harry becomes one of the champions, Ron eventually understands his error and apologies. Since then he really tries his best to suppress his insecurities about Harry and besides a comment about height in HBP, he needs a Horcrux to bring them up again. The destruction of the locket is symbolically Ron finally completely getting over this insecurity. It's made quite obvious by the story, especially when Harry says that he just knows it must be Ron who destroys the Horcrux.

Insecurities regarding his siblings -> He feels the weight of being the sixth son and the confrontation with Ginny who is the only girl, he constantly feels overshadowed and like he's not enough. The twins seem to be the main source of his insecurities, as suggested by Hermione. Like the ones about Harry, these too find a moment of resolution with the destruction of the Horcrux. The final push in the direction of understanding that he's not the least loved could probably be attributed to what Bill does for him during the period he is separated from his best friends during the seventh book. But we can already see significant growth by the end of OotP where he becomes very open to the idea of Ginny being included in his group of friends. By this point, he has won the Quidditch Cup and the twins are not around anymore. It's interesting to notice how he will end up working alongside George for life, unfortunately, though, the factor of Fred being dead can't be ignored.

Hermione -> Already in the first book, we see an arc with these two. Ron goes from being mean to Hermione to becoming her best friend. During the second year, he already manifests romantic feelings toward her. But as PoA makes it clear, he has absolutely no grasp on what he feels for her, for that we need to wait for the Yule Ball, and even there there's still a solid level of denial. By the fifth book though, Ron's attitude suggests that he has become aware of his feelings. In the sixth, I do not think that Ron doesn't know what Hermione feels for him. Hermione's attitude is far too explicit. I think he doesn't believe to be enough for her, as his reaction to Hermione kissing Krum suggests. If she was actually with the famous Victor Krum then the moment they get together she'll realize that he's not enough, right? This is reinforced by the whole Felix felicis mess. His relationship with Lavender seems to bring a new level of maturity to Ron as we see blatantly at the start of DH. Ron here also repairs his error of not inviting Hermione to the Yule Ball. Yet we know that he won't be completely rid of his insecurities until he comes back and destroys the Horcrux. After we'll also have the first moment in which Ron openly acknowledges his feelings for Hermione with Harry with a quote that I absolutely love: "All's fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both" (and then he married her and they had babies).

Career choice -> Ron stopping to be an Auror, a lifelong dream due to his need of proving himself, suggest an ability to finally overcome all those insecurities that he had, despite the fact that he will inevitably remain in part a person inclined to develop insecurities, he does a great job on himself.

Prejudices -> Ron is a character that grows up in the wizarding world and as a pureblood, despite the Weasleys being quite accepting and progressive we see him retain some prejudices, specifically against werewolves and half-giants. But because he's Ron, he soon overcomes his bias. While he never treated them badly, we also see him becoming sensible to the enslavement of the house-elves.

Luna -> Ron also becomes consistently more friendly with Luna. If in HBP he still calls her "Loony", in DH he shows a strong affection for the girl, highlighting Ron's great improvement in terms of maturity after the Lavender situation.

Ginny Weasley

Ginny is a pretty easy character to follow through the story, because of the role she covers in Harry's life her presence is usually well defined.

Confidence -> We are first introduced to Ginny in the form of a young girl with a strong personality, a need to not be left behind by her brothers, and a strong fascination for the famous legendary Harry Potter. Already from the scene where she runs after the train, we see the definition of her personality, both strong and sweet: she half laughs and half cries. Ginny's big expectations for Hogwarts are completely destroyed in this second book. We discover her as someone who has some strong insecurities regarding Harry and has a hard time fitting in. These insecurities that she could have probably easily gotten over considering her previous attitude are instead increased by Riddle's diary. This is a very different Ginny from the one we'll discover in OotP where she's outgoing, popular, and confident, the Ginny we'll keep seeing for the rest of the story. In between, we had PoA where she faded into the background, and GoF where she was already a lot more outgoing, her main insecurity remaining Harry, this is the year where she finally decides to get over him and starts dating Micheal. [for more about Ginny's insecurities check this post]. It's also interesting to note that during the progression of the books she becomes less and less open to being shoved aside because she is the girl or the youngest, her disagreement is consistently more and more strong. Becoming the mother of a youngest sibling who is a girl offers her the opportunity of ending that cycle.

Trauma -> At the tender age of eleven, Ginny goes through an enormous life-changing trauma that many readers during the years have described as "mind-rape". We see frequent glimpses of how this negatively affects her during the second book. By the end of CoS Ginny seems to be feeling pretty well as for the very start of PoA (the trip to Egypt probably helped). She has a regression that leads her to fade into the background due to the dementor incident, this and her being a lot more out-going in GoF suggests that her second year was the one dedicated to resolving the major part of her trauma. She goes back to being herself but with the inevitable changes of someone who lived through something so dark. She becomes quite guarded with her own feelings and has strong responses to people not respecting her boundaries.

Harry -> Ginny grew up hearing stories about the famous Harry Potter, and soon her fascination with this boy develops into full romantic feelings, probably a combination of Ron's stories and actually meeting Harry. It's important to notice how her feelings are never dismissed as a crush, she's said to have always been "quite taken" with Harry (GoF). And Harry is canonically the person who understands her perfectly so we have this on good authority. Ginny is overwhelmed by her feelings for him which make her uncharacteristically shy. Her insecurities when it comes to Harry contribute to her being subjected to Riddle. By the end of CoS, she seems more comfortable around her future husband. But PoA reminds us that she still has feelings for him and is still shy about it, even if she has a moment of boldness with the singing card. GoF is what changes everything, the combination of Harry's crush on Cho and Hermione's advice brings her to try to live a little and start looking at other fish in the sea, even if we know that deep down she never really gave up on Harry. During her fourth year, finally able to act like herself in front of him, she becomes quite an essential part of Harry's life. In the summer of '96, they officially become close friends, and during HBP we see glimpses of Ginny becoming increasingly worse at hiding her feelings for Harry while dating Dean. By the time of the break-up at Dumbledore's funeral, we know for sure that she's in love with him (that "I like you so much" is the worst disguised I love you in the history of time). DH reminds us that, in case someone had forgotten, Ginny has come a long way from the shy little girl, and clarifies with Harry that she's going to wait for him. And she did, ladies and gentlemen, she did.

Defender of the marginalized (Neville and Luna) -> In GoF she's embarrassed about going to the Ball with Neville, in OotP she defends him. At the start of OotP she calls Luna "Loony" (not with ill intention but it shows she has not taken the time to get to know her) by the end of the book they are friendly and in HBP she outright defends her from bullies. [for an insight into her relationship with Neville and Luna, read this post] This theme has a continuation with what she does at Hogwarts during the war.

Fleur -> In HBP she has an arc in her relationship with Fleur who she detests. At the end of the book, she begrudgingly accepts the girl in her family. [a clear nod to Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" if you want my opinion]

Quidditch -> She goes from training herself for years in secret to entering the house team as a second option in a position she doesn't prefer, to becoming the life and soul of the team and finally, she becomes a professional player and then a sports journalist. The theme of "coming out of the shadow" is very dominant in her character.

Writing -> Through the series, Ginny manifests an interest in creative writing. An activity strongly linked with her biggest trauma but we see a complete reappropriation of this passion when she becomes a journalist. While maybe due to her fading into the background in PoA, it's still interesting to note that the year dedicated to her emotional recovery is also the only one where in the book there are no elements that associate her with creative writing.

Harry Potter

I'm writing the summary of the summary of the summary of the summary for Harry because I could write seven other books on him.

Family -> Harry lives with a constant need of having a family as we see in the first book very explicitly. At the start of the series we see Harry hating the Dursleys (mainly Vernon) but still having some sort of need to connect with them, they are technically his family, after all. It ends when Sirius arrives in the picture and Harry completely takes him in as a parental figure, relying on Sirius' official role as his godfather. How Harry reacts to the argument between Sirius and Molly in OotP shows how the Weasleys are like family to him, but Sirius is family. With Sirius' death, the role of Harry's family falls exclusively on Ginny as made explicit in DH [for a bit of an insight on this, read this post]. Harry concludes his story as a husband and a father, finally achieving his heart's greatest desire.

Ron and Hermione -> Harry is never particularly confrontational with them, not surprising considering how he grew up. He avoids calling out Ron and he takes Hermione's nagging internalizing his annoyance towards her and fundamentally ignoring her. In the fifth book, he has a lot of understandable pent-up rage and he takes it out on them. Probably because they stick with him through that, in HBP he feels a bit more comfortable at occasionally criticizing Ron and manifesting verbally his annoyance towards Hermione. Nothing spectacular, mind you, but still, there's a bit of a change. Through the books, Harry also becomes progressively more aware of Ron's insecurities but he finally really grasps how deep they are rooted only with the destruction of the locket.

Ginny -> Harry's journey with his feeling for Ginny is more of a finding out something that was always there instead of about acquiring it. Since the first book Harry has a certain pull toward Ginny. In PS, PoA, and GoF is quite subtle, in CoS is honestly kind of thrown in the reader's face, it's very obvious even if Harry has no idea about it. But it's only in OotP that Harry's subconscious is finally given a full justification for this attraction he has for Ginny because she finally shows herself to him completely. By the time Harry kisses Cho, it's becoming quite difficult for Harry too to keep ignoring how superficial his feelings for the Ravenclaw girl are, and not coincidentally right after, it starts to become impossible to ignore Ginny in the book. Harry is reminded of their connection with darkness, she establishes herself as Harry's source of optimism, and the growing feelings that Harry has for her are nearly revealed to him in the easter eggs scene. At the end of the book, Harry's protectiveness toward her comes back all the way from CoS. Through HBP Harry's feelings for Ginny become constantly more impossible to ignore until the big revelation. Harry has a denial phase, a very long pining phase and then he finally kisses her. Their relationship is blissful oblivion (;D) and it's made quite clear that it's far from a casual teenage romance. Then there's the break-up, which funnily enough shows how much Harry loves her, and in DH, he associates more than once Ginny with marriage and family. His fight with Ron in the tent forces Harry to think about how uncertain he left things with Ginny and of the possibility of her being in danger. Before the final battle, Harry is open to losing Ginny's trust if that means her being alive. As we all know she is his last thought before dying and so it's not surprising then that Harry's story ends with him married to Ginny with kids.

Touch -> Harry is clearly someone that is not exactly comfortable with physical affection, clearly due to his upbringing. The first person he hugs in the series is Ginny in HBP. Touch is a strong component of their relationship and Harry seems to become a little more open to touch with other people too thanks to Ginny. In DH he hugs Mrs. Weasley and Ron and he doesn't feel uncomfortable when Hermione takes his hand in front of his parents' grave (admittedly he had more pressing matters at that moment than feeling uncomfortable but still). If we look at Harry's last thoughts of Ginny before dying there's once again touch ("[...]and the feel of her lips on his—"). Emotional conversations though seem to remain something he's comfortable only with Ginny and I suspect that to remain true for a very long time.

Being the hero -> While for us it's always obvious that Harry is the hero of the story, we're reading books named after him, in the story it goes a tad differently. PS establishes Harry has a natural hero, fighting evil is part of who he is, a concept remarked by Dumbledore and Ginny (his mentor and his soulmate, not exactly two random people). When he arrives in the wizarding world, Harry has this old fame and there are hints of him not being an average wizard, but it's only in CoS that Harry starts seeing that there's something out of the ordinary about him. Harry grows progressively more aware of his own role in the story and also of his own nature, GoF besides being the book that changes everything in the tone of the story and officially creates the need for conclusion in the HarryVSVoldemort situation, is also the book in which Harry starts thinking about being an Auror. OotP is the book in which he knows that he's not normal, status accentuated by his PTSD and survivor guilt, but everybody keeps telling him that he has to act like he is. When he finally learns about the prophecy in a way there's a sense of calm that settles in him, at least it all finally makes sense. And in HBP he is finally let into the big scheme, he works with Dumbledore. The sixth book is the best written one of the series because it's the more structured. Harry Potter lives both as Harry and the Chosen One with a constant back and forth between these two realities. The Harry one is strongly linked to Ginny, in fact, the break-up is symbolic of the Chosen One burying Harry deep down. In DH the Chosen One keeps being dominant over Harry and all the moments in which he allows himself to think of Ginny are the moments in which despite the Chosen One best efforts he can't hide Harry underwater. The death (where non coincidentally Ginny is brought up again) is in some way the actual death of the Chosen One. His mission is completed, the one that comes back is a Harry who actively chooses the take upon himself the mantel of the hero. It's Harry Potter that kills Voldemort, not the Chosen One. That chapter of his life officially closes with Ron and Hermione who in a way are also saying goodbye to the Chosen One and to their roles as his helpers. Harry saying that he needs to talk to Ginny is an indicator of this new Harry who is finally whole, merging the different parts of him, he's grown into himself, let's not forget that this is a coming-of-age story before anything else. This new Harry is the one we fully see in the Epilogue, aware of his identity as a hero but also free to finally make his own choices.

Dumbledore -> Harry for the first four books is very trusting of Dumbledore, but as for a lot of other sub-plots, then everything changes. OotP is the book in which Harry starts seeing that maybe Dumbledore is human after all and in fact, during HBP he is open to the possibility of Dumbledore being wrong. Harry is devastated by Dumbledore's death who was both his mentor and a grandfather sort of figure. His last protection is taken away and he has to step into the real world. Through DH Harry discovers another side of Dumbledore and that, added to his frustration and depression, leads him to become quite frustrated with Dumbledore who, at the end of the book, it turns out, had one last card hidden from Harry. Then there's a final reconciliation in the metaphysical King's Cross where Dumbledore owns up to his mistakes and Harry, in typical Harry's fashion, forgives him.

James and Lily -> since the very beginning of the story Harry craves the idea of meeting his parents. He particularly looks up to James and hopes to be like him, he finds pride in the idea. This is true until Snape's worst memory where feels a bit like a fool for all the years he looked up to his father. He also has a first real approach to Lily and he likes how she behaved in that situation. At the end of OotP, we see Harry reconciliation with his father, accepting that after all, it's part of being a human being flawed, yet from then Harry looks more at his mother like we can easily see when he talks to his parents and Sirius and Remus before walking to his death.

Neville and Luna -> Harry sometimes is a teenager like everybody else and so he looks down on people like Neville and Luna who are kind of the losers of the situation. But thanks to the two of them going to the Ministry with him he learns better, after all, he values courage above everything else and he grows to really respect them. This is underlined by the contrast in his feelings about riding the train with them in OotP and HBP.

Note: Before someone starts with the "But you didn't talk about this and that!": it's a synthesis.

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