#but merlin is great all around so it wins

[girasollake]

Can you please write something for Mattheo Riddle with academic rivals and if we get caught I’m blaming you

Tyty <3

✧ mattheo riddle x fem!reader x academic rivals x "if we get caught I’m blaming you"✧

( this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

❁ i love all variations of enemies to lovers hihi, anyway this might have some mistakes which i’ll probably fix in the future

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You stormed out of the class the moment it ended. You couldn’t stand his remarks and comments on every topic, often resulting in an argument where the teacher had to step in to end it. You huffed and went outside to get some fresh air, Pansy followed your steps and you both sat down on the cold pavement. She took a cigarette out of the box and placed it in between her soft lips. To her surprise, you looked at her and extended your hand flat so that she could share one with you. She saw you smoke like at best - three times, throughout all the years she’s known you. You hated that smell, because whenever you smelt it he was somewhere close.

‘You want-‘

‘Yes.’ You cut her off and she silently placed a cigarette in your hand. ‘Don’t question it.’ You muttered as put the thing between your lips as well.

‘I wont.’ She mumbled as she pulled out a lighter.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke, both the taste and the feeling of smoking made you cough a bit. Pansy kept her mouth shut, but her eyes never left your figure.

‘What?’ You turned to her, still clearly upset.

‘Nothing.’ She sighed and took a puff. “I just think you should pay less attention to him, he sees that this rivalry makes your blood boil and he uses that to get a rise out of you.’

You didn’t reply for a moment, thick smoke slowly escaping your lips.

‘But I can’t let him win.’

‘You have been fighting for the best grades since i can remember, why are you so obsessed about it anyway?’

‘I-.. I don’t know. I just dont want to give him the satisfaction of being better than me.’

She nodded slowly, ‘You comin’ to the party on tomorrow?’

You sighed, ‘Probably not. We have classes on Monday.’

‘And? You have the whole Sunday to study’ She replied. ‘Mattheo will be there, you both need to relax for one fucking night, right?’ She tilted her head and smirked.

‘I still won’t go.’ You replied and took another puff.

‘Ohh come on!’ Pansy whined and she grabbed your arm to shake it roughly. ‘Pleaseee… I dont remember the last time we went to a party together..’

You looked at her and sighed deeply while closing your eyes, ‘I’ll think about it.’

She chuckled, ‘Merlin, you are so easy to persuade.’

‘You want me to say no?’ You remarked and she raised her hands in defense, her lips in a thin line so that she wouldn’t say anything more.

During supper on Saturday the Slytherin party was everything anyone could talk about. The more things you heard about it the less you wanted to go, but the previous day you agreed to Pansy’s request, now regretting it fully. You moved your fork around your plate, sometimes taking a bite of the food but mostly playing with it. As soon as you could exit the Great Hall you hurried to your dorm. After what felt like four hours of looking through your closet, you finally found the most decent outfit for the party. It started at 9 p.m. but you arrived an hour and a half later. After all you said you’d come, not when. You spotted Pansy in the crowd easily, she was currently engaging in a possibly flirtatious conversation with Theo Nott. You liked him, unfortunately, because it meant wherever he was Mattheo fucking Riddle would be close by. This time wasn’t any different. You slowly squeezed your way through the crowd of drunk students and tapped Pansy on the shoulder after reaching her side.

‘Why are you so late?’

‘What do you mean? I thought the party started at 11?’ you replied sarcastically.

‘Yeah, sure you did.’ She jokingly rolled her eyes at you.

‘Hi Theo.’ You gave him a smile.

He gave you a nod and went back to slowly sipping his whiskey. A moment later you felt someone squeezing between you and Pansy to rest their arms on both your and her shoulders.

‘Hello ladies, can I get you anything?’ A chirpy voice asked.

You chuckled, ‘Hi Enzo, nice to see you too.’ You wanted to add you didn’t want anything but Pansy was quicker.

‘Yeah, we both want the strongest thing you have.’

‘Wha-‘ You tried to interfere.

‘Our friend here needs to take her busy mind off of things.’

And with that Enzo nodded in understanding and disappeared into the crowd with a smirk.

‘Pans, what the fuck?’ You raised your voice.

‘Relax, you need a night off.’

You scoffed.

‘If he is having fun then you should too.’ She replied and nodded towards something.

You turned around to see Mattheo on a couch, sloppily making out with some Ravenclaw girl.

‘I’m gonna puke.’ You turned to Pansy. ‘That is not my idea of fun.’

‘I’m not saying you have to hook up with anyone! All I want us to do today is to get completely plastered tonight!’ She pleaded. ‘Please?’

You wanted to reply but before you could Enzo had brought the drinks. Part of you knew this was gonna have consequences, but the other part of you was like fuck it. You sighed and with a smirk took the beverage from his hand, you listened to the second option.

The night was full of dancing and drinking, mostly the second one which led to you sitting in a circle at 1:45 am, playing truth or dare. You were laughing at Fred Weasley’s poor try to do a split when he suddenly gave up and drank his shot as punishment. Then the bottle landed on you.

“So, truth or dare?” He asked you with a cocky smirk.

“Dare.”

To be honest, you would have chosen truth if not the fact that you were already a bit drunk.

“I dare you to go in a closet for 7 minutes with Riddle.” He and George started sneering.

You locked eyes with Mattheo and without thinking replied.

“I’d rather take a shot than spend a second with him alone.”

He scoffed at you, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You picked up your glass and the liquid soon started burning your throat.

On Sunday morning you woke up in your bed, how you got there though - you had no idea. You slowly sat up and felt like your head was going to explode in any moment. Then you remembered why you don’t get drunk, but it was too late to change that. You spent the rest of the day in your bed, away from any noise that would make this pain worse. You tried opening some books to study, but with this hazy mind and eyes not focusing on any sentence you quickly gave up and threw them to the side. After all, not studying for once wouldn’t bite you in the ass, right?

Monday morning was much better, you did your routine and the pain was gone. You quickly hurried to class and sat down next to Pansy just before the clock struck 9:00.

Professor Binns entered the classroom and everyone expected another boring lesson, where he hopefully falls asleep. Instead, he cleared his throat and told everyone to only leave their quills and a piece of paper on their desks. The students started looking at eachother in confusion, Binns had never done any sort of test without announcing it before.

“Today, I want to see how much you lot remember from the last few classes, there will be three questions, answer them briefly. You’ll have 10 minutes.”

Your eyes widened so much you thought they would pop out from the eye sockets. You were screwed, not only you hated this subject because you couldn’t remember much from what Binns was saying but you also haven’t studied because of this stupid party.

Everyone started groaning and trying to bargain with the professor but he was persistent. You scribbled the questions quickly as he was saying each one of them and you realised you don’t know anything.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself.

You saw Mattheo giggling across the room and writing on the paper. If only you could read his mind and copy the answers, but you couldn’t. You started writing anything that came to your mind, none of it was probably right, but maybe you’d get some points for trying. Unlike Berkshire and Nott who didn’t even write the questions down.

When the time was up all the papers flew directly into the professor’s hand. The rest of the class went by much quicker and as soon as it ended you stormed out of the class.

At the end of the day you found yourself in your dorm, studying whatever you learned that day in class. You picked up your History Of Magic book and started flipping through it in order to write down the correct answers to the questions which you luckily remembered. They turned out to be way complicated than you thought, you were officially screwed. Before reading them you at least had hope Binns would give you some points, now the hope has vanished.

Then, out of nowhere, a crazy idea popped into your mind. You turned to the side to see your roomate sleeping soundly and slowly got up from your bed and went over to the door. Holding your hand over the knob, unsure of your choice, you sighed deeply.

“Fuck it.” You whispered to yourself and exited the dorm.

This was not a good idea and you knew it. But it was better than being worse than Riddle. At least that’s what you were telling yourself as you walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts Castle. At night it was even harder to find the correct classroom where the professor would’ve kept the tests.

It felt like you have missed the correct room at least 10 times already, this was too hard. You were about to give up when you heard shuffling in the classroom a few metres away from where you stood. The door was slightly agape and there was a soft blue light coming out, someone was surely using lumos. You took a few small steps and remained as quiet as possible, peeking your head through the door you saw someone going through the desk drawers as quietly as they could. The person stood up and when your eyes landed on those messy curls, you instantly recognised him.

“Riddle?” You whispered as you entered the room. “The hell are you doing here?”

He looked up in horror, but immediately relaxed his stance when he saw it was you.

“I could ask you the same question.” He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. “Looks like we had the same idea. Didn’t think you were one to break the rules, though.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed.

“You came here to replace your test with the correct answers, didn’t you?” He smirked at you and pointed to the piece of paper you were holding.

“Why are you here?” You avoided his question.

“For the exact same reason, love.” He waved his paper sheet.

“Don’t call me that.” You replied and came over to him. “I saw you giggling in class, surely you must’ve known the answers.”

He shrugged his arms, “I was giggling because I knew I was screwed.”

You rolled your eyes at him and took a look around the class.

“Have you found them, then?”

“I don’t think they are here.” He nodded towards the desk.

You went over to the cabinet on your right and opened the shelfs, finding your tests in the lowest one.

“You are so daft, Riddle.” You gave him a smirk and waved the papers in front of his face.

He scoffed at you and took them from your hand. He started looking for your names and you both successfully replaced your tests.

“I wanted to be better than you and now we are gonna be even.” You sighed.

“I’m always better than you, though.” He replied.

“No you are not.” You hissed.

“Mhm.”

“I’m going back to my dorm. I can’t stand another second with you.” You huffed and started walking away.

Mattheo didn’t respond, instead he smirked to himself, put the tests back in the drawer and started silently following after you.

“Fuck off Riddle.” You whisper-yelled at him when he caught up to you.

“Why do you want to be better than me so much?”

“Just because.”

You didn’t even know why, you just knew you couldn’t be worse than him. This unspoken rivalry had been going on for far too long and you never understood why it mattered to you so much. You stopped walking and looked up at him, even though it was dark you could see his soft features. You opened your mouth to say something when a soft meow echoed through the corridor. Mattheo instantly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the nearest room, which happened to be a small closet full of different jars containing various herbs. You felt his warm breath on your face.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You whispered.

“Can you shut up for one second?” He whispered back.

“I’m just-“ He stopped you by putting his hand over your mouth.

You heard someone walking next to the door behind which you were hiding. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, but feeling Mattheo’s warm hand on your face made you even more nervous. You slowly reached up and took his hand away. Your eyes were flickering between the door and each other’s faces. The light from a lamp Filch was carrying shined through the bottom of the door. It lit up the room to the point that you saw your enemy almost clearly. He looked… pretty. Saying you didn’t find him attractive would be a complete lie. You realised how close you were to each other, his body heat making you get goosebumps. This is the closest you had ever been and for the first time you didn’t find him annoying. His eyes were glued to the bottom of the door, waiting for Filch to go past the room. Slowly the light started fading and so did his features you were studying, like the scar on his nose you never noticed. You wondered where it was from.

“I think he’s gone.” He whispered which got you out of the trance.

“Hm?”

“Filch.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” You whispered and turned your attention to the door.

Mattheo kept his eyes on you, little did you know he also felt nervous with being this close to you. He noticed you were still holding his hand, you didn’t let him go after taking it off of your mouth. He changed the position of your hands, interlocking your fingers. It took you by surprise, but you didn’t show any reaction, visibly. He led you through the corridors as you slowly made your ways to your dorms. You were about to let go of his hand and head off to your room when he tightened the grip.

“Guess you fulfilled the dare after all.” He beamed.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“The night of the party you said you’d not spend a second with me and now you’ve spent much more than that.” He smirked.

“Wow, you are so full of yourself.” You let out a breathy laugh and a soft smile grew on your face. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t.” He reciprocated the smile.

You both looked down at your intertwined hands and slowly let go, your hand going back to hanging at your side.

“I still hate you, though.” You said with a smirk and started slowly walking away.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He replied with the same sentence he did the night of the party and smirked at you as well.

“Night, Riddle.”

“Night, love.” He replied and you rolled your eyes at him, but smirked to yourself after you were out of his sight.

The next morning History of Magic was your last class, which meant Binns had probably already graded your tests. He shook his head and said he is disappointed, as only two students got a good grade. You and Mattheo looked at each other and he sent you a wink.

“Stupid bastard.” You whispered to yourself, hiding your smirk and trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

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© girasollake 2023

i feel like this is bad .. sorry for the wait guys i am TRYING ..

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[theresthesnitch]

“Oh, sorry. I didn–Oh. Hi.” 

Remus hasn’t even bothered to look up before he heard the voice, and for a moment, he isn’t even sure if he really hears it. It’s like a shot from the past, someone he never thought he’d see again. Someone he isn’t sure he wanted to see again. 

“Oh. Hi Sirius.” 

“Remus, wow. It’s been so long. You look– You look really great.” 

“Thanks,” Remus says. “You do too.” 

He looks beautiful, of course. He couldn't even have the decency to get ugly in the years that have passed. Not that Remus ever thought that he could win that particular break up battle. Sirius was never going to be anything but beautiful. You’re so beautiful it hurts to know you, Remus had said one night when they’d laid on the top of Gryffindor Tower. He meant it. It’s still true. It still hurts. 

Sirius glanced over his shoulder, then smiled back at Remus. “Could you stay? We could grab a table and catch up?”

Remus looks down. He doesn’t really have anywhere to be, but he’s certain he doesn’t want to stay. “I don’t know. I’ve got to–” 

“Please, Remus?” Sirius asks, and Remus knows he’s going to say yes. He’s never been able to deny Sirius when he asks like that. “Come on. Just five minutes.” 

Remus sighs, fidgeting with the scar across his knuckles as he considers. It’s new. One that Sirius won’t know, not like before when he’d memorized every part of Remus’s skin. “Alright. Five minutes.” 

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They grab the only open table at the back of the shop, a small little two seater that feels far too intimate for the years that have placed distance between them. Remus holds his coffee mug between his hands, letting the warm liquid warm them. It’s close to the full moon, and his joints are already aching. Sirius once memorized every full moon for the next decade. Remus wonders if he still remembers them. 

Silence drags before them, carried by the metaphorical elephant in the room. This was Sirius’s idea, so Remus fully intends to let him start the conversation or let his five minutes run out without speaking. It seems like it would be easier that way. It’s killing him not to fill the silence. Remus sips his drink instead. 

“Merlin,” Sirius says, a strained chuckle choked out of his throat. “I don’t know what to say now. Sorry.” 

Remus shrugs. He could make this easier on Sirius; he won’t make this easier. Why should he make this easier for Sirius? So, how have you been? Where have the years put you? I’ve thought about you every moment since I left. I miss you. I hate you. I still love you. I think I love you more than I hate you. 

“What’s it been, ten years?” Sirius asks. “Where’ve you been?”

“Twelve,” Remus says, clearing his throat. “It’s been Twelve years.” Twelve years, nine months, three weeks, six days. Not that he’s counting. “I’ve been around, I guess.” 

“I heard you left the country,” Sirius says. 

“I did,” Remus says. “I–” he clears his throat. “I decided there wasn’t any reason to stay in England anymore.” 

Sirius looks down–shame or regret, maybe both, coloring his cheeks pink. “Where’d you go?”

Remus sits back with a sigh. “Everywhere. No, that’s not me trying to be difficult. It’s just true. I started on the Continent–honestly, it would be easier to name the countries I didn’t send time in. Went down and stayed in Egypt for a stint, then East. India, Vietnam, China. A few dozen countries between.” He shrugs. “Everywhere.” 

“Why didn’t you ever come back here?”

Remus huffs derisively. “Come on, Sirius. You know why.” 

“I really don’t,” Sirius says. 

“There wasn’t really anything to come back to, was there?” Remus snaps. “Not when all of my friends decided I was the spy and iced me out of everything.”

Sirius looks away, picking at the sticker on the outside of his coffee cup. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” 

Remus isn’t sure it’s worth anything. Or maybe it’s worth everything. Maybe it’s been so long it doesn’t even matter anymore. “Yeah, well.” 

The silence returns, throwing its weight about in a space that once would have been filled with laughter. It’s a terrible reminder of what they once were, of what they no longer are. Remus considers whether there’s some way he can get up and leave now, or whether standing and walking away without a further word would be rude. 

“What brought you back now?” Sirius asks quietly. 

“Dumbledore,” Remus says. “Apparently traveling the globe as a freelance beast and creature control specialist makes you particularly well suited to teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he’s in need of someone.” 

“You’re going to teach Defense?” Sirius asks, clearly surprised. That burns Remus. What right does he have to be surprised? Why would he doubt that Remus is capable of doing this?

Remus huffs. “Of course, that’s what would surprise you. I’m capable, thank you so very much, and despite your beliefs a decade ago, I didn’t study the Dark Arts any more than you did.” 

“Remus, that’s not what I meant–” 

“No, you know what, I think my five minutes are up here,” Remus says, standing swiftly. “I have to be off. Got lots to get done before the semester starts. Goodbye, Sirius.” 

Remus walks out, despite Sirius’s protests, and apparates as soon as he gets to the alley behind the coffee shop and away from muggle eyes. 

#Wolfstar #snitchwrites #do I know what this is? #no #Will there be more of it? #who knows. #things that demand to be written #professors marauders

[papercorgiworld]

You are the prize

Sebastian Sallow

Imelda uses you to convince Sebastian to put in some extra effort for the upcoming quidditch games, but there may be a little misunderstanding about what exactly Imelda promised.

Warning: a little bit of smut, but nothing too bad

I found this. I wrote it months ago, but never posted it. Kinda wanted to post it a few weeks ago, but never did, but since this nice anon asked for more Hogwarts Legacy fics I thought that throwing this online was the least I could do. I find that it's written differently from how I write today, but that can just be my imagination. Also I have no clue how the HL fandom is doing, but Happy readings!

Anne was back. Ominis and Sebastian were as close as ever. All was well. Except for Imelda! Slytherin had had a bad quidditch year. If Slytherin wanted to have a chance of winning the house cup they needed to win the last three games or it would be the greatest Slytherin loss in Hogwarts history.

Sebastian had rejoined the team after Anne came back to Hogwarts, but he still wasn’t on top of his game. Imelda was convinced that if Sebastian focussed more, he could be the game changer. Which is why she was about to make him a deal that he could not refuse. Sebastian and Ominis were on their way to potions when Imelda grabbed Sebastian’s cloak bringing both boys to a stop.

“We have to win the last three games.” Imelda started and Sebastian rolled his eyes. Every training she had made him question why he started playing again. Imelda ignored the eye roll and continued. “Which means that you can’t be messing around anymore during training. And, more importantly, that ‘you’ need to bring in the victories.” Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “I believe you to be the only one that can somewhat keep up with me...” Sebastian was somewhat charmed by the compliment. “If only you put in some effort.” Sebastian rolled his eyes once more. Unbelievable, this woman.

“I’ve been doing my best, Imelda. This just isn’t our year. Two good players can’t win a game.” Sebastian argued annoyed. Imelda huffed. “I’m a ‘great’ player, thank you very much. And! I believe that two players can win a game if motivated.” Sebastian sighed and was about to simply turn on his heels. “I’m going to make you an offer.” Sebastian’s curiosity was stronger than his urge to leave. “I know you have a crush on y/n.” Sebastian’s eyes shot up to Imelda. How did she find out? “How about I arrange something?” Imelda continued and raised an eyebrow.

“So… if we win the next game you’ll arrange something?” Sebastian asked curiously. “If we win the next ‘three’ games, I’ll arrange something.” Imelda corrected. “Three?” Sebastian laughed, but Imelda kept her serious face up. “We win three games and you get something good.” Sebastian crossed his arms. “Good as in *makes kissy face*?” Now Imelda rolled her eyes. “Yes. A little make out session for you… but only if we win all three games.”

Sebastian was definitely interested. “And you can arrange that?” Sebastian questioned. “Yes.” Imelda said and she offered her hand. Sebastian thought about it for a moment, but he couldn’t resist and shook Imelda’s hand. Imelda nodded and left. “Did Imelda just sell off her own friend to win a quidditch game?” Ominis spoke up after witnessing everything in silence. “Three games.” Sebastian corrected with a playful smile on his face.

Imelda was already working on part two of her plan: convincing you. Normally she would believe it impossible to arrange someone for Sebastian, but she knew that you had a crush on him. So she wasn’t really using you, she was helping you. Merlin would be so proud of my scheme, she thought to herself as she walked up to you. “Ready for a game of chess?” Imelda asked you.

Imelda had lost two times in a row. To your surprise she wanted to play a third game. “Third time’s a charm right.” Imelda laughed. You simply smiled, she was acting a bit off today. “How about I throw in my famed potions flash cards.” Your eyes widened. Those could really save your grade. Too good to be true. “What’s the catch?” You asked a bit worried. “If you lose, you might need to kiss a guy.” “What?!” You yelped. You eyed her for an explanation. “In three weeks I might need you to kiss a guy. That is if you lose. If you win you get my potions flash cards.” You pursed your lips as you thought about it. You really needed those cards. “Who’s the guy?” You asked as you considered your options. “Why? Is there someone you would like to kiss?” Imelda asked with a raised eyebrow. “No. Just curious.” You tried to play it cool.

As planned Imelda won and the three weeks passed quickly.

Before the final game started Imelda came up to you in full quidditch gear. “About that game of chess we played three weeks ago…If Slytherin wins, go straight to the Slytherin common room.” Imelda gave you a devilish smile and walked away. You were left somewhat stressed out. Imelda walked towards the Slytherin team and went to stand next to Sebastian. “We win and you get your kiss from y/n.” Imelda said while focussed on the quidditch pitch in front of her. “Making-out session, you mean.” Sebastian corrected. Imelda frowned, did she really promise him that? Well, too late to change terms now. “Yeah, whatever.” She nonchalantly answered.

*** After the game ***

Imelda had pointed Sebastian towards their common room and as excited as Sebastian was to claim his well earned prize, when he stood in front of the door his courage and confidence was nowhere to be found.

His heartbeat was racing as he went down the stairs. You stood there nervously fumbling with the fabric of your tie. You looked up at Sebastian and your face heated up. “W-why are you here?” You stuttered. “I’m here to collect my prize.” Sebastian said suggestively with a smug smile on his face. With fake confidence he walked over to you. “Prize?” You questioned, finally putting together the pieces of Imelda’s scheme.

You snapped out of your thoughts and noticed that Sebastian stood only centimeters/inches away from you. With a gentle finger he lifted your chin up and leaned in. You kissed back softly. You parted after a moment, too quickly for Sebastian’s liking. “So, that’s that.” You said and smiled awkwardly as you took a step back. “Auch.” Sebastian said quietly. “What?” You immediately asked. “Am I such a bad kisser?” You shook your head. “No, not at all.” Sebastian smiled and again closed the space between you two.

“Good, because I was promised a make out session.” He said right before leaning in to kiss you once more. This time you parted your lips slightly and Sebastian was eager to accept the invitation. One hand slipped to your lower back pressing your body against his, while his other hand held your head gently.

As Sebastian parted, he saw hesitation and doubt in your eyes. “I don’t know what Imelda told you, but if you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to.” He stayed close to you but his eyes were sincerely looking for your approval. “Imelda said just a kiss.” You spoke softly. Sebastian’s heart dropped and his eyes showed clear disappointment. “Then let’s leave it at that.” He said as he took a step back and smiled sheepishly.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… uh, kiss and stuff.” You confessed. “I’m - I’m just a bit insecure, I guess.” Sebastian laughed, not the reaction you were hoping for. He cupped your cheek. “There is no reason for you to be insecure. You are a sweet and intelligent witch, and you’re so beautiful.” While he said that last bit he shamelessly traced your figure. “So, do you want to continue?” He asked with a smile tugging his lips. You pulled him closer using his quidditch cloak and kissed him. Your fingers messing up his already messy hair even more.

When you parted for air, Sebastian saw an opportunity to lift you up and place you on a nearby table. He found his way between your legs and pushed himself as close to you as possible. Passionate kisses turned into sloppy ones as you both became more desperate for each other. His lips left yours only to leave more sloppy kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. As he pushed himself even closer you could feel just how hard he was through his pants. You enjoyed the feeling and you spread your legs slightly wider. Your fingers clinging to the fabric of his sweater, while your other hand continues to further mess up his hair. A soft moan escapes your lips, making him kiss you more aggressively than before and presses his forehead against yours. “Y/n, you’re quite the prize.” He says in a husky voice and one of his hands cups your breast. Even though you’re still fully clothed the feeling of his hand and the soft squeeze drives you mad with desire.

“Sebastian, we should go somewhere more private before-” You didn’t need to finish that sentence. Sebastian was more than ready to take you to this room and get rid of every piece of clothing. So he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

However, as Sebastian is about to lead you to his room. The common room door opens and you hear Imelda. “Are you two going to join the Slytherin victory party in the Great Hall?” She eyes the both of you as your guilty faces betray what you were up to. “Sebastian, I see you have collected your prize. So, now both of you come with me. I don’t want to be a godmother in nine months.” She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the exit.

There was no arguing with Imelda so defeated, Sebastian and you head up the Slytherin stairs with Imelda behind you. Along the way to the party Sebastian grabs a hold of your hand and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. Imelda groans and looks at you. “Enough smooching! He helped win three games, not the quidditch world cup.” You smile at Sebastian like a love struck idiot and smirks, holding you close. I won something way better than the Quidditch World Cup.

#slytherin #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow imagine #papercorgiworldwritings #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader

[alittlebit0fmayhem]

𝙻𝚊 𝚅𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎

I siriusly don't know why I've chosen now to fall back into my marauders phase, mais c'est la vie...

(see what I did there?)

I've taken French for literally five years, (I'm nowhere near fluent tho) so I have no idea why it's taken me so long to incorporate it into my writing.

In all honesty, I'm doing great mentally, but I've been pining for some wolfstar! x reader angst, and I haven't really found any that meet my fancy yet soooooo.

Fine I'll do it myself.

Summary: You were a hopeless romantic who had always tended to see things through rose colored glasses, falling in love with the idea of falling in love. Each new infatuation came to you like a fascination ready to be explored, there was nothing you loved more than the head-games of an all consuming crush. That was until, the latest object of attraction became two boys so incredibly and viscerally out of your reach.

Warnings: Angst! (like a lot), Unrequited love, fluff for a mere second, tbh I feel like it is funny at moments???

Once again, if you see any formatting/grammatical errors, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

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It had all been fun and games, it never really mattered, until it did.

It was no secret, to your family, your friends, and least of all you. You loved falling in love.

Bi-monthly, and sometimes depending on the circumstance, bi-weekly you waltzed into the Gryffindor common room with a new tale of budding romance to share with your friends. And they'd just look at you and smile,

"Ah, our (Y/N), ever the helpless romantic." they'd say, all the while you'd confirm their statements with a blush or grin.

It was harmless, innocent, you had made quite the reputation for yourself around Hogwarts.

Anyone who got involved with you knew your tendencies, that your heart could change pace like the seasons came and went. Each boy and girl you set your sights on was like a new game of chess for your dazzling beauty and quick wits to conquer.

Which, you knew in retrospect sounded terrible, but you also knew you were young, and that relationships and love should be something to explore, not something to hold you down.

Besides, it wasn't like they didn't mean anything to you, you felt heartbreak when it was said and done with. To you, the growth and rebirth that came with romance was something equally as beautiful as the summits and triumphs.

You had a sneaking suspicion, that if the Greeks and Romans were right about their gods, you had to have been under Aphrodite's watchful eye.

Coming up on your last year of Hogwarts, you had become unbeatable. You had captured so many suitors, there were even lingering rumors of Veela tainting your blood.

Of course, they were all false, though, you'd never tell anyone otherwise. Because, what fun would that be?

You had at least one crash-and-burn love story from every house to tell, it even got to the point that people were courting you with the intention of "taming" your rampage.

Never, had there been a crush you couldn't bounce back from, no matter how close to breaking you came, you never did.

That was until you just had to go and viciously fuck yourself over.

Your thoroughly used vinyl of La Vie en Rose echoed through your dorm room as it spun for what might've been the millionth time, lyrics serving as a cruel jab toward your current situation.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens,

You hadn't meant for it turn to out this way. For the first time in your entire life, there you sat, face stuffed into your pillow, wishing to Merlin that your heart could just bleed out of your chest.

Maybe then, it wouldn't be something you'd have to deal with, and you could forget about the prospect of falling in love together.

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,

It wasn't too late at all, it was just after dinner, and the rest of your dorm mates had cleared to the common room to celebrate the winning quidditch match that had transpired hours earlier.

On any usual occasion, you'd been down there with them, curled up on the couch next to Lilly, Mary, or Marlene, sipping rum-infused butter beer in content.

Instead, you were curled up alone, bathed in the dim light of your bedside candle, shivering from the cold.

Your blanket had fallen half down your body nearly fifteen minutes ago, and yet, the last thing on your mind was pulling it back up.

Voila le portrait sans retouches,

You had made some lame excuse as to why you would be exempt from tonight's actives, claiming you wanted to brush up on your divination for the exam at the end of the week.

Everyone had bought it, too high on youthful excitement and laughter to stop once more and examine the dark circles under your eyes.

De l'homme auquel j'appartiens,

As you stuffed your face further into the cotton pillowcase, you desperately wished the ground would open up and take you somewhere dark and quiet. Somewhere you could forget that you existed, so you could stop feeling like such a horrible human being.

Your mind had been clouded with buzzing jumbled thoughts for what felt like hours, never ceasing to give you a moment to rest. You surely thought your ears would start bleeding from how hard you had been thinking all day.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras,

You had now reached a point, with your uniform discarded haphazardly on the floor, and the sleep shirt you garnered swallowing you whole, where your brain had become filled with white noise.

The only coherent thought you could form right now, was how the hell did I get here?

Il me parle l'a tout bas,

Which of course, led you back into a rabbit hole of memories.

Je vois,

 la vie en rose...

The infirmary's visiting hours were long over, the only company you had to keep was the first year who had fallen out of a tree that was sleeping in the cot next to you.

You should've been fast asleep by now, but you couldn't bring yourself to count a single sheep. 

You weren't there for any real injury, a prank the boys had pulled a few hours earlier had backfired, and you had gotten the brunt of their mistake.

What was supposed to be a "pimple-inducing glitter rocket" (you had no idea how they got so creative) headed straight for Severus Snape, was quickly dogged by the intended victim, and who else was so lucky to be standing a few feet behind him, but you?

After a quick potion, you were fine, but you felt a little nauseous from the drink, and a little woozy from all the excitement, so you decided to stay there for the night.

A decision you were vastly regretting, as it was coming up on midnight and you had absolutely nothing to do. 

You had resorted to trying to write a letter to a boy you broke up with two days prior, he had left on quite a sour note, and truthfully you felt a bit awful for him.

It wasn't necessarily his fault, like many prior partners, you'd just grown uninterested. You figured you should at least leave him a note apologizing for the entire ordeal, even if it did get left in the bin.

That would've been great and all, only, you had no bloody idea what to write.

This had to have been the fourth page of parchment you had crumbled up and discarded next to you. With the thin sheet from the hospital bed drawn over you, you sat dumbfounded, cross-legged with a small, pink, dancing flame next to your quill. 

You had started writing the beginning sentence, but then again, nothing came to mind after that. Your regularly admired face was scrunched up deep in thought, your nightgown slipping down one shoulder as you held the feather deep in concentration. 

You re-read what you already had, and decided to just follow up with whatever came to mind. Perhaps, you were thinking too hard. 

After much consideration, you began writing once more, 

"I'm sorry I got bored of you-" scratch. Nope, that was dreadful, this was a lost cause, and you were wretched. 

You huffed dismally, with no regard for the boy sleeping only a few feet away, and just as you prepared to snuff the light out, and try to achieve some shut-eye, you heard it.

You heard the door to the hospital wing slowly squeak open. 

You paused, who would be coming in at this hour?

You turned to the small flame dancing on the candle seated next to you and snuffed it with a pinch before grabbing your wand which was next to it.

"Lumos." You whispered, as a small orb of light spouted from the end of your wand, you dragged the sheet off your form.

You looked around the hospital wing, from the dozing first year to the grand windows that lined both walls, and finally, to the door.

Though open, no one besides you and the boy seemed to be in the room.

But you were raised by wizards and were best friends with the most ruthless tricksters Hogwarts had ever seen, so you know better than to glance only at surface level.

Slowly, you turned and lowered your feet onto the cold stone floor. 

As you tip-toed around your bed, eyes squinting and wand raised high, you spoke aloud.

"Who's there?" Apart from the echo of your voice, and the murmurs from the boy next to you who stirred slightly, silence.

You stepped forward a few more paces so that you were in the center of the room.

"Show yourself!" You spoke slightly louder and turned in all directions as if hoping to catch any movement.

Nothing. 

You sighed, perhaps you were just a lunatic, and the door had blown open on its own. You turned to walk back to your bed, and just as you took one step, you were interrupted by what nearly made you shit yourself.

"Hello, dear." 

A voice cut through the air next to you, and you screamed on pure instinct.

Well, you would've, if not for the hand shooting out of the darkness to cover your mouth. You swung your wand in the direction of your assailant and were met with a sight completely unexpected. 

Remus Lupin's big brown eyes, illuminated by your wand stared back at you. Or rather, down at you. 

The significantly taller boy was heaving, his ruffled oaky hair falling slightly in his face, which held an expression that suggested you had scared him. The light traced his scars, and his large, cut-covered hand closed around almost the whole bottom half of your face.

You couldn't help but think; how pretty Remus Lupin looked at that moment.

He gulped, a smile tugging at his lips as his expression shifted into one of slight amusement, "Alright love, I'm going to remove my hand now, and you are going to promise me you won't scream at us."

His voice was a soft whisper and reminded you of the rocky seashore you used to visit every summer with your parents when you were little. 

It sent a shiver down your spine, had it always had that effect?

You then reconsidered his wording, Us? Your eyes shifted to his right, and there you were met with an even more surprising sight. 

Sirius Black stood with one hand in his pocket, and the other clenching James Potter's invisibility cloak.

"Of course." You thought.

He stood with an air of relaxation like he always did. His annoyingly beautiful face was drawn in mirth, though far more sheening than Remus'.

His brows were raised, and his eyes regarded your appearance with what could only be described as mischief, as a feathery strand of his rebellious raven hair dipped between his eyes. 

He winked at you after you had seemed to stare for a little too long, causing you to snap out of your bewilderment, and look back to Remus, who remained rooted in the same spot looking at you expectantly. 

You nodded at him, holding his gaze, which seemed far too intense for a boy his age. For whatever reason, he nodded back. 

He removed his hand, and just as he did, you swatted it away and stepped back.

"What in Merlin's name are you both doing here?! You scared the hell out of me!" You whisper-shouted at the pair. The two boys smiled youthfully at you in response.

Sirius finally swaggered forward, and past you, not refraining from brushing against you as he did. He turned and plopped down on your bed, discarding James' cloak next to him.

In his natural air of arrogance, he leaned back on his palms and lolled his head to the side, grinning up at you.

"We thought our girl could use some company, didn't we Moony?" 

Against your better judgment, you rolled your eyes and swayed to look at Remus, who remained smiling down at you. 

Annoyingly, a smile of your own made its way onto your face.

It was no secret that out of the group you, Sirius, and Remus were close in a way that the others weren't.

I mean, of course, the boys, and you and the girls would always be close in your respective ways, but for some reason, you three just seemed to click in a weird, and almost perfect way.

It wasn't like they called any other girl in the friend group "their girl", and it wasn't like you'd go through the animagus process for just anyone. 

Remus bit his tongue, his eyes flickered from Sirius', and back to yours before he nodded once more.

Suddenly, he pulled his wand from his pocket and lit a candle on a bedside table across the room, so that your wand could be lowered and placed gingerly in the pocket of your nightgown.

 As he returned his wand to his pocket all the same, he stepped forward and took both your hands in his own, swinging them back and forth idly, "Yeah, that and we wanted to apologize again for being the reason you're in here in the first place."

"Even though it was James' idea to begin with!" Sirius' voice beckoned from behind you.

Remus shot him a glare over your head before looking back down at you and rolling his eyes, swiping his thumb gently across the back of your hand, "Yes," he droned begrudgingly, "even though." 

You bit your bottom lip while grinning in an attempt to conceal the laughter rising in your throat.

You released one of his hands, still gripping the other as you spun yourself around and face Sirius, who was now sitting cross-legged on the bed. 

You couldn't help the content sigh that escaped your lips as you regarded the look of merriment and genuineness that graced Sirius' face. 

You took turns looking between both boys before saying, "Consider yourselves forgiven, though I have a feeling that wasn't the only thing you came for."

"You'd be right to assume, Lovebug," Remus responded. Another thing, there wasn't a soul on the planet save for Remus and Sirius who called you Lovebug.

It was a title fashioned for your romantic tendencies, and it suited you quite well.

Sirius suddenly hopped to a stand, before taking his wand to poke the sleeping boy's foot ever so slightly, "We are taking you to the astronomy tower, to watch the crescent moon." He said nonchalantly, you scoffed in disbelief. 

"Right now? But Sirius I'm in a bloody nightgown, not to mention barefoot, and all my things-"

You were cut off by Remus, whose arms had suddenly wrapped around your shoulders, "Relax darling, we'll have you back before the sun rises, maybe we'll even take your things and you back to the dorm where you belong." 

You chuffed, "But-"

"As for the nightgown and lack of shoes, we can assure you, love, you look absolutely smashing in it, and have cute enough feet for it not to be too grotesque." Sirius winked.

You sighed and tried to ignore the light blush that settled across your cheeks, drowned out by the darkness.

You groaned petulantly like a child as you struggled to come up with a counterpoint, and leaned into Remus' lankily muscular build.

"C'mon Darling, it's your favorite moon cycle, and we know you must be bored to tears." 

You froze as Remus' smooth voice resonated against the shell of your ear, his breath fanning over you slightly.

It was then you became aware of just how dipped in his scent you were, it completely engulfed you, the smell of pinewood, candle wax, and parchment. 

You cleared your throat, before Sirius interjected once more, "Evidently, by the literary devices she's turned to to cope."

Your eyes widened, as your headshot over to Sirius, who had now grabbed and held the parchment you had forgotten you left on your bed.

His hair created a curtain around his face as he leaned over to read it, still though you could make out the shit-eating grin on his face as he did so. 

"Dear Callum, I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from at the moment, but I'm sorry I got bored of you-" He read aloud in a high-pitched voice before he broke down into laughter.

You wrenched out of Remus' hold before surging forward and snatching the paper from his hand and shoving him slightly.

"Give me that you oaf!" You hissed lowly.

He snicked and pulled you into a hug, "Oh come now, you know I'm only joking lovely, please don't leave me! I promise never to bore you!" He sang, you elbowed him in rebuttal.

"Alright, fine! FINE! I will go, will you stop it now?!" You snapped, his laughter eventually died down as he hummed and looked down at you.

You craned your neck to meet his gaze, "Ah, knew you'd come around Lovebug, right then off we go!" He announced before spinning you and setting you down on the ground.

You watched as he practically skipped over to Remus, before grabbing the boy by the jaw and pulling him into a simple kiss.

Yet another symbol of your closeness, you were one of the only ones who knew that the two were more than just friends.

Remus hummed before returning the kiss and pulling away.

Sirius leaned into his neck, "Told you she'd come around Moony."

Remus licked his lips and gave you a half-lidded once over, not even he could contain the dim beam that spread across his face. 

"Course she did, she's our girl after all." He mused.

In an instant, the smile dropped from your face.

It was then, for the first time in a long time, you felt something. Like a punch in the gut, one that you knew familiarly, but not to this extent. 

The air in your lungs seemed to leave you all at once, as a cold hotness spread over you.

Your vision began to tunnel, as your ears filled with wind, and you became all too aware of the sweat that coated your palms.

"No," you thought, "no way."

 Your heartbeat quickened, and you desperately hoped that with Remus' advanced senses, he couldn't hear it. 

There was no way this was happening, not to you, not right now.

It was such a simple sentence, one you were sure he and Sirius had uttered to you before, so why did it ignite this feeling in you?

Why, did you have to have such a reaction, and why now? 

You wiped the sweat that sprouted from your palms on your nightgown and could feel some new form on the nape of your neck.

It felt as though the air of comfortability from earlier had evaporated, replaced with a thick blanket of awkwardness and anxiety, at least on your part.

The boys you had leaned into so carelessly before, had now become the two people you wanted to be furthest from.

You knew this feeling, you knew what it was, and normally, you'd welcome it like an old friend. But not this time, not for them. 

Why, did it have to be them?

"(Y/N)" Sirius' question shook you from your state of silent panic. You blinked and swallowed a thick glob of your saliva. 

"Yeah?" Your voice was far less even than it had been a second ago, it wavered and shook much without you meaning it to.

The boys looked at you with confusion drawn over their expressions, "You ready to go?" Remus said as if you were some dimwitted puppy. 

Your eyelids flickered, and you took a deep breath. "Yeah, sorry, I just zoned out, must be the after-effects of the potion." You lied through your teeth. 

They nodded at you, still seeming suspicious of your behavior but not questioning the matter further.

Each boy extended a hand, and you almost let out a shattered sigh as you slowly stepped forward and took each hand in your own.

As you three began walking to the door, and you plastered a smile on your face, you began to hear your voice screaming inside your head.

In an instant, you knew what you had done. 

You'd just gone and fallen in love with two boys you knew you couldn't have.

That exchange had transpired a week ago, and ever since then, you'd been spiraling.

You felt hot tears gather in your eyes as you recounted it redundantly. In your mind, there were layers to how fucked up this was.

You can't like two people at once, that's utterly selfish. You berated yourself, especially since those two people are dating each other, not to mention two boys! Not to mention even more two boys that just so happen to be your best friends!

You groaned as you rubbed your temples, blinking back the tears.

Any logical, normal person would've taken the high road, and just silently waited until this infatuation passed.

But as you were reminded incessantly, you were the furthest from logical, or normal.

The longer you lingered with this knowledge, the more unbearable it became.

Every moment you spent trying not to think about Sirius or Remus, was another moment in which your little crush turned into a full-blown obsession.

At first, you had resigned to pretending as if nothing was amiss, forcing smiles and hoping they couldn't tell. But every day you felt your resolve weakening, and so as of today, you had completely avoided them at all costs.

Then, you just had to let your friends drag you to that stupid quidditch match.

You had managed to sit as far from Remus as possible and tried to push through through the awkwardness, which worked for awhile, and then the world had to go and give you another slap in the face.

After James had caught the snitch, you were dealt the misfortune of locking eyes with Sirius, who, high on excitement as he was, decided to beam at you, and blow you a fucking kiss.

Damn Sirius Black for being the natural flirt he was, and damn his stupidly perfect face.

You knew in hindsight it was just Sirius being Sirius, he was head over heels for Remus.

It's not like he knew how much he made your heart flutter from that simple act alone.

But the side effects of it were damning, and whilst you got by with averting eye contact and keeping to yourself for the walk back to the castle, you refused to risk a much more obvious reaction given the boys pull anything else.

You sighed, again, as you shut your eyes and listened to the last lyric that played from your vinyl.

Et, dès que je l'apercois, alors je sens en moiI, mon coeur qui bat...

You bit the inside of your cottoned mouth, and gulped sending a sting down your dry throat.

Your favorite song was beginning to sound like torture every time you translated its meaning in your head.

Yes, you thought bitterly, I see life through rose-colored glasses, and look where that's got me now.

Finally, you opened your eyes. God, your side of the dorm was a mess, Lily was going to kill you.

Not that it wouldn't be deserved, you shot at yourself.

With all the remaining strength in your body, you pushed yourself off your bed. The needle on your record player had finally reached the center of the vinyl, meaning it was time for you to get up and move it again.

As your feet landed on the cold floor, you winced, rolling your ankles to re-attune your body to movement.

After a moment you stood, not missing the blackness that pinched at your view from your lightheaded state. You began to walk across the room, ignoring the cries that sounded from your locked joints.

Your brain felt fuzzy, and your movements were reduced to emotionless and empty.

You stopped in front of the table on which your record player sat, and lifted a weak, trembling hand to the needle.

And as you picked up, and moved it to the edge, allowing the song to replay once more, you heard the startling sound of the door creaking open.

You didn't bother to look at her, instead, you closed your eyes and inhaled in preparation for what was to come.

"Godrick, (Y/N) the room's a mess, what have you been doing all this time?!"

Lily's maternal croon should've at least offered a morsel of comfort, and yet, all it did was cause more tears to sting the corners of your eyes.

Your ears filled with ocean sounds as Lily began to parade around the room, picking up all your discarded articles of clothing, too lost in her own ramblings to notice the air of gloom that hung over you.

You bit your lip as you shut your eyes tightly, trying desperately to keep any more tears from running freely down your rosy cheeks.

Lily had this way about her, she was too comforting, too emotion-invoking.

You wished she would've just stayed downstairs for one more hour, at least then you would've more had time to collect yourself.

But she didn't, she was here, and she was going to witness you in the state that you were; raw, terrified, and utterly humiliated.

Your mind had turned into a wind tunnel of thoughts and feelings, preventing you from noticing how Lily had halted her movements and slighted her gaze to your now shaking form.

"(Y/N)? Lovie? Are you alright?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the ceiling for one moment, teeth biting down harder on your trembling lip.

Finally, you turned and met her head-on.

Lily gasped in spite of herself, "Oh, Y/N." she whispered, brows stitched in worry, emerald eyes widening.

Before you could blink, she was on you. Lean arms enclosing your figure, one placed comfortingly behind your head, the other wrapped around your waist.

"Darling, what's happened?" Her soft voice resonated in your ear.

You couldn't bring yourself to respond, burrowing your head in her shoulder, shaking it slightly.

Your arms had returned the embrace tenfold, hands grasping her sweater tightly like she was the only thing in the universe holding you together at that moment.

Before you could stop yourself, soft hiccups began to escape you, and it was then, as Lily pulled away and began to wipe at the wetness under your eyes, you realized, you had to tell her.

You allowed yourself to be guided to her side of the room and sat down on her plush, quilted bed.

Blinking through tears you tried to focus on Lilly's concerned face, as she pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and took your hand.

"Y/N, please, tell me what's the matter." Lily begged quietly as she smoothed her thumb over the back of your hand.

The moonlight from the window above her bed was nearly the only thing that illuminated the space around you, sheening on your variability, and exposing your flaws.

Your eyes flickered as you took a deep breath and attempted to collect your thoughts, and organize them into something, anything, clear enough to be spoken aloud.

"I..." Your voice quietly resonated, coarse and croaky from hours of wailing and weeping. You fought against the tightness in your throat, encouraged by Lily's soft eyes, and comforting presence.

After a moment, you cleared your throat and tried again.

You began with a sigh, focusing on the way Lily smelled of vanilla, allowing her scent to calm your flurrying mind.

"Lily," you said, much quieter this time, "I've done something terrible."

Lily's brows furrowed once more, in confusion this time. "What can you mean?" she replied, ever inquisitive and eager.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, here it goes.

You gripped her hand like it was your lifeline, "I've..." you paused.

"I've fallen in love again."

Quiet settled over the room, blanketing the two girls.

Lily blinked, face going blank.

Before she could stop herself, a snort escaped from her mouth. Her demeanor of worry was now replaced with one of disbelief and wry amusement.

"You must be joking, seriously (Y/N)? That's all this is about? another silly little fling?" She teased, now finding this entire situation utterly ironic.

You huffed, frustration becoming your face. "No," You interjected, voice strained and tight.

"It's not- God, it's not that I've fallen in love again, it's with who!"

Lily raised a brow, squinting, lip quirking. "Right then," she teased, "Tell me, who is the soul lucky enough to hold your affections?"

You were glaring and lifting yourself off the bed in an instant. Bitterness bitting at your tongue.

"Forget it." You bit.

Lily sighed and grasped your hand before you could get even two steps. "(Y/N)," she groaned in defeat, feeling instant guilt as more tears glided down your chin.

"I'm sorry, that was cruel of me. You can tell me, and I won't make fun of you."

You eyed the redhead suspiciously, "Promise?" You quipped. Lily smiled, "Promise."

You bit the inside of your cheek and returned to your spot on the bed.

You huffed and picked away at some of the skin around your fingernails anxiously. "You really promise not to judge?" you mumbled, looking up at her through your wet lashes.

Lily nodded, "I promise lovie, you can tell me." her smile was the reassurance you needed, but it didn't lessen the ache in your heart.

You shut your eyes, annoyed at the feeling of more tears gushing down your neck.

You covered your face in your palms, before admitting out loud the confession you'd been reckoning with for days.

"I fucked up," you said through tears as you lifted your eyes to meet Lily's, "I've fallen in love with Remus Lupin," you watched Lily's eyes turn into saucers, "And, Sirius fucking Black."

In any other situation, you would've laughed at how Lily's jaw fell open, but this was no laughing matter. Her hand flew to hover above her mouth, and for the first time in all that you've known her, Lily Evans had been rendered speechless.

And you, were growing more anxious by the moment. Tears were now fully cascading down your face, sobs and hiccups wrenching from your throat.

"Say something!" You begged, her silence was making you feel worse by the second.

Lily jumped, broken out of her state of shock. She closed and open her mouth, trying to find the right words, before she so eloquently settled on,

"Merlin's fuck, (Y/N)."

You cried harder if that was even possible.

"I know, I know, it's horrible isn't it?" You whined.

After a week of keeping this all bottled up, it was now all coming crashing down on you.

You felt your heart ripping at the seams, in such a short period of time, these boys had suddenly had the most magnifying attraction you had felt.

You felt so utterly stupid, had you always liked them? Did it just so happen that that fateful night was your moment of realization?

Either way, neither explanation lessened your suffocating distress.

As you let your head fall into your hands, Lily grabbed your shoulders, rubbing them up and down encouragingly.

"Well, I won't lie to you sweetheart, it doesn't look amazing." She winced, resolving to pull your sobbing body to hers, wrapping her arms around you once more.

Lily knew the weight of this situation, because she knew Remus and Sirius, more especially, the relationship the two shared.

"When did you find this out?" She asked softly. 

You sniffed, "A week ago, I think? Oh Merlin, maybe I've always known but was never ready to admit it to myself." 

Lily sighed thoughtfully, before replying. "Well, do you want to tell them?" 

You thought for a moment, before shaking your head in defeat.

"It's no use Lils, even in my wildest dreams, they're out of my reach. I can't have them, and the fact that I even want them makes me feel like the biggest arsehole in the world."

Lily stayed quiet as you continued your rant, allowing you to verbalize all the feelings that had been festering in your heart. 

"Godrick, they're so perfect for each other, it's almost unreal. You've seen them together, they look as if they were made for each other. Not only that, but they fought so hard for the right to be together. And who the hell am I to come in here and even consider ruining that? I must be the most selfish girl in the world." 

You felt your heart break a little more with each word, but you couldn't stop yourself, you had to let these thoughts surface. 

"They trusted me," you sobbed, "every deep, grimy secret that they had no obligation to share, they trusted me enough to tell. All they've ever wanted from me was a friend, someone to be their home, and now I've gone and ruined it."

"You don't know that-" Lily tried, but you interrupted before she could even finish the sentence.

"Yes, I do! You know how I get Lily, even about simple crushes they become all I can think about. I will not be able to stop thinking about them, and every single time they feel comfortable enough to be affectionate in front of me, I'll break all over again."

Finally, you paused and took a deep breath.

"There is absolutely no situation in which this can turn out alright for me."

Lily felt her heartache for you as she assessed the sheer pain in your voice.

However, this situation was difficult, because she had to consider Remus and Sirius' well-being too.

She tapped a finger on the bare skin of your arm. "You know what I think?" She finally said.

You lifted your head and met her calculating eyes with your own. "What?" you asked pathetically. 

Lily rotated her jaw, "I think, that this situation is much bigger than you or I, so before we go making blind assumptions, we need to let Remus and Sirius speak for themselves."

She paused, "(Y/N), I know you're scared, but you have to tell them."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering with fear.

You were scared, terrified actually. But, the more you thought about it, the more you realized what you had known all this time.

Lily was right, they needed to know. 

You couldn't just disappear from their lives without giving them a floor to speak their peace, it wasn't right.

Doing that, you decided, would truly be the cruelest thing you could possibly do.

You huffed, before blinking away the last of your tears and taking a moment to wipe the mess off your face.

Lily sat and watched you as you began to collect yourself, leaning on her own arm for support. 

After a moment, when you felt as though you were moderately put together, you shook your hands out and breathed deeply for that last time.

You looked to Lily, there were still a million questions you wished could be answered, but for tonight, as you checked the clock and saw it was coming up on 1:00 A.M., you settled for just one.

"Do you think they realize I've been avoiding them?" You cringed.

Lily opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

"(Y/N) (L/N), you open this door right now, or so help me Merlin, I will blow it down!" Sirius' muffled yell sounded from the other side of the aged wood.

Then, Remus chimed in. "You know he'll do it love, so there's no use in fighting."

You froze, and for a moment as Lily's expression turned into that of a deer in headlights, you thought maybe the whole universe froze with you.

Your blood ran cold as they continued raving about their usual nonsense, and as you saw the door handle rattle, you and Lily finally spoke in unison.

"Oh, fuck."

#remus x sirius #wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #harry potter #maraudersera #marauders #the marauders #remus lupin #siriusblack #remus x reader #sirius x reader #polymarauders #poly! #fanfic #angst #fluff #lilyevans #jamespotter #hogwarts #gryfindor #fandom #dead gay wizards #unrequited love

[darkacademicvibes]

We Think Similar Thoughts

Part three

Lonely!Fem!Reader x Lonely!Remus

"The fuck did you just ask her?"

You glance nervously at James, and James shakes his head, unsure how to help as Remus steps in front of you. Sirius continues to speak, "I swear to merlin, if you ever think about asking her out again before you pull your head out of your arse and stop using girls for your own personal amusement-" Remus places a hand on Sirius' shoulder and gently pulls him away, clearly angry. "Dont touch her, don't talk to her, or we'll find you, and we will make your life miserable" Remus threatens quietly. Peter wraps an arm around your shoulders and turns away, the other three boys following after you two.

Remus wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you subtly out from under Peters arm as James laughs, pulling Sirius into a headlock as they walk, which Sirius wrestles out of easily.

"Merlin Pads, I don't think I've ever seen you so defensive since I told you I might fancy Reg" James teases, and Sirius rolls his eyes, cringing, "that's my baby brother, Prongs, I'm still not over it" he quips.

"Thank you, Sirius, I know we aren't that close-" you begin, and Sirius waves off your words easily. "Don't be ridiculous, you were there for Remus. You also told me to get my head out of my arse, and managed to make me listen" Sirius jokes. "You're family now" he tells you, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. James, Peter, and Remus share a look, surprised by his sudden acceptance. "Besides, you remind me of Pete's little sister" he hums, and everything clicks into place.

You smile softly, "little sister?" You ask, and Peter pulls a picture out of his notebook, handing it over. It's a picture of him, clearly from this summer, with a young girl. She also has y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, but she still looks so unlike you. "She likes the rain as well, and we can never get her to put down her books, and she hates puzzles but never gives up once she's started" Peter informs you, clearly spotting the slight confusion on your face as you all walk.

You begin to understand, "I see, she's very cute, how old is she?" He grins, taking the photo back. "She's five tomorrow, I'm going to see her and my family at Hogsmeade" he tells you.

You talk of his family for a while more before the both of you are dragged into seperate conversations, Peter with James and Sirius, and you with Remus, mostly about your plans for the Christmas holidays coming up. You don't have any.

☕︎︎

You'd left Remus alone for two hours, an hour and forty minutes at most, and he managed to land himself, Lucius Malfoy, and Corey in the infirmary. You walk in, clearly fustrated, and make your way over to Remus.

"For merlins sake, Remus, I ask you to keep yourself out of trouble while I study for our N.E.W.Ts, and you end up in the hospital wing! What part of 'out of trouble' did you have difficulty understanding, exactly?" You scold, and Remus flashes you a guilty smile. "He was talking about you, they both were, I wasn't gonna let anyone talk about my friend like that" he admits softly, his uninjured arm reaching up to scratch under his eye lightly.

You sigh heavily, "This is the second time today we've been to the hospital wing" you state, still slightly annoyed. "Both times because of me, and I won't stand for it, I can take perfectly good care of myself, and I couldn't give less of a care about what mindless fools say about me" you tell Remus, crossing your arms as you sit beside him.

"Next time you end up here because you got into a fight before exams, I will continue studying, I hope you know that" you hum, and Remus laughs, tossing his uninjured arm around your shoulders. "I do, thanks for checking up on me, even if it was only to tell me off" he jokes. "But y'know what prongs says, 'only the great die young', right?" he teases quietly, and you roll your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, did you win at least?" you joke, and he nods proudly. Dork.

You help him up gently and he follows you to the library after you both thank Pomfret, who sends a distracted smile to Remus as you leave, muttering out a hurried "no more fights, Remus" warningly under her breath.

☕︎︎

Mock exams, of course it has to be the day where you're busy with practice exams that Lilly Evans bumps into you, crying her eyes out. Thankfully, you both had the Charms exam next, it was a simple timed essay, with no talking, and no cheating - obviously - but when Flitwicke saw Lilly's tear-stained cheeks, he didnt say anything about the way you reached forward to hold lilys hand as she sat at the desk in front of you.

You could feel James' eyes on you both as he sends worried glances at the girl of his dreams, trying to catch your eye to ask silently about the pretty redhead.

The moment Flitwicke dismisses everyone, James is on his way over as Lilly speaks lowly to you.

"Thank you for being so kind, I know we aren't exactly close" Lilly mumbles, wiping her her face with her long sleeves as you dig through your bag, finally finding the face wipes you have and handing them to her gently. "No, of course, you're Remus' friend" you smile softly.

She takes the wipes greatfully as James stops at her side, his hands gently tipping up her head to make her face him, "what happened Lils? Is everything okay?" He murmurs softly, his hazel eyes searching over her for any sign of injury. Lilly hiccups, "my cat died" she sniffles, and sympathy strikes at you as your hands immediately wrap around her, hugging her lightly, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"I'm sorry, Lilly, I know how awful that is" you hum, and James relaxes, gently brushing Lilly's red hair back from her face as he gently takes the wipe from her hand, cleaning her tears without smudging her eye makeup. Regulus stops by, frowning softly as he takes in Lilly, "are you alright, Evans?" He asks quietly, and Lilly nods, repeating her heartache. Regulus' eyes fill with a soft sympathy and he nods slowly.

"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that" he murmurs, smiling sadly at James and hesitating before nodding at you and continuing onwards. You watch him for a moment, the threes dynamic slowly fitting into place in your mind. Curiosity and slight amusement fill you as you wonder about how the next stages in their relationships will work out, if they'll end up together or not.

"Are you coming, y/n?" James hums, and it yanks you back to reality. You nod, hurrying after the two, wrapping your arm around Lillys shoulders as you walk, James' hand gently rubbing up and down her back as she sniffles softly, explaining her cat and how wonderful he was.

☕︎︎

You practically sprint to the room of requirement after dinner. Things have been rushing so quickly and the days seemed so much shorter, and you felt so thrown off.

I need a place where everything is slower.

The door appears and you make your way in, immediately heading right towards the very back of the huge room, a library, tearoom, music room, and living room all combined into one. The grand piano is tucked away between two of the large bookshelves, and a few small tables littered with kettles, and sugar, and cream, and cups with saucers are hidden few and far between the shelves as well. You reach the back of the room and fall onto one of the couches, a few chairs and couches all huddle around the large fireplace, the soft, antique, red persian rug laid across the floor, warmed by the fires heat.

You sit up and look towards the small rack in the corner of the room, mostly hidden away, with changes of clothes. You make your way towards it and look through the items, deciding to change from your uniform into comfortable leggings and a large sweater, kicking off your shoes before browsing the shelve of candles. One peculiar one catches your attention.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅

You hum and gently take it from the shelf, lighting it before you slip a book from the shelf and settle into one of the armchairs, curling up by the fire as you allow the tension in your shoulders to slowly lessen, until you've practically melted into the chair.

You're halfway through the book and the candle when you hear the door open, a soft voice calling for you from the entrance. "Y/n? Are you in here?" James sounds exhausted, and a shuffle of footsteps make you lift your head, "back here, James" you call quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace as the sunset shines through the windows, the golden light highlighting the small dust specks in the air as the fire sends a darker light around the couches, warmth blooming through your bones as you stretch for the first time in hours.

Remus and James round the bookshelf and pause, "it's so weird seeing the sunset at one in the morning" James mumbles sleepily, wearing his pajamas. Remus gazes softly around the room. "It's nice" Remus murmurs, moving over to lean on the back of your armchair, gently slipping his fingers through your hair soothingly. "You're so tense" he hums and James watches Remus, clearly judging, "liar" James huffs, collapsing onto the couch and tugging a blanket over him.

"Classes are canceled, started storming, a few classrooms in the dungeons are flooded and there isn't enough room for the potions students anywhere else, not for them to study safely, said there was a ghoul in the abandoned corridor" James mutters, closing his eyes as he tosses his glasses onto the coffee table.

Remus gently combs his fingers through your hair, his thumbs gently slipping down the back of your neck. "You alright dove? You been hiding away since dinner, I was worried" he hums, and you nod, quietly admitting how things have seemed lately. Rushed, busy, and torn to bits, sometimes you felt unsure of what day it was.

By the time the sun sets in the room, Sirius and Peter have joined you, brining along Lilly who easily slips into a comfortable chair with her book, and a cup of tea.

The room is now lit by oil lamps like the ones in your grandparents home, and the letter Sirius said came for you when he dropped onto the floor by the fireplace is now beside james' glasses as he sleeps peacefully, occasionally sniffling in his sleep.

You finish your book, eyes filled with tears, and you meet Remus' eyes hesitantly. He moves smoothly, settling in beside you and allowing you to babble on about the book as you cry quietly, Lilly, the person who recommended it to you, sends you an apologetic smile as you flip her off half-heartedly.

You easily relax against Remus' chest, and something feels hauntingly familiar.

He smells like chocolate, and cranberries, and sandalwood. He smells exactly like the candle that had made you relax the most as you did what all candle lovers do; sniff them until you find one that provides you with the perfect type of calm you want.

You were sure, if the room of requirement could talk, it would be cackling at the way your stomach dropped at the realization. You're starting to feel things a friend shouldn't feel for a friend, and the thought of losing Remus makes you curl closer to him, which doesn't help your racing heart.

There's no winning, you suppose. But at least you can see the stars, and at least you aren't quite so lonely anymore.

#marauders #james being james #marauder x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #lily evans #sleepy james potter #sorry its so late #thank you #hope you enjoy #Spotify

[colinmorgan-beautifulsmile]

Colin Morgan has an exclusive brand new in-depth interview with Radio Times

In brand new thriller Dead Shot – which arrived on Sky Cinema and NOW last week – former Merlin star Colin Morgan stars as Irish paramilitary Michael, who is on the verge of retirement when his pregnant wife is brutally murdered by a British army soldier.

Based on an original screenplay by Top Boy creator Ronan Bennett and directed by brothers Tom and Charles Guard, it's a harrowing film that takes place during the height of the Troubles in 1975, following Michael as he embarks on a revenge mission that sends him to the heart of IRA operations in London.

When Morgan first got his hands on the "page-turning" script, he was struck by a number of things, not least the contradictions inherent in his character, and he was especially won over by a certain ambiguity regarding who the audience should be rooting for.

"As a Northern Irish guy, you think I'd be biased to one side, but it's absolutely seeing both sides of this tale and this drama," he tells RadioTimes.com in an exclusive interview. "And so it says quite a lot that I was kind of on both camps, I think that's quite an achievement.

"Contradictions are the main thing I look for," he adds. "You see somebody in a cause that some men were drawn into in the late '60s and early '70s in Northern Ireland, particularly in the border counties. And I'm wondering, if I was born around that time would I have been any different? Might the times have dictated what I needed to do to survive as a man?

"Those are the things that are compelling to me... he wants to be a dad, he wants to survive his future. At the very beginning of the film it feels like he's just about to begin the rest of his life, he's left the cause behind, and it just gets taken away from him in a second."

In preparing for the film, it helped a great deal that Morgan himself grew up in Armagh, the same town that Michael is from. Despite growing up in a different era, the star was very much able to draw on his own personal experiences when it came to getting a handle on the character.

"One thing I said to the Guard brothers before I started was I'm gonna bring everything I bring to the character from my point of view, but also the stuff of just being someone who grew up in Armagh," he says.

"You get that for free, because that's the complication of living in a place like that, even though I grew up in the tail end of things – it is just part of your culture and in your blood. You see all those things growing up, and they're just in my own kind of memory bank. So while I didn't go through the times, I was certainly surrounded by adults who did."

Dead Shot isn't Morgan's first project in recent years to be set against the backdrop of the Troubles. In 2021, he had a key role in Sir Kenneth Branagh's Oscar-winning coming-of-age film Belfast, and the actor has clearly found it an immensely rewarding experience to see audiences drawn in by these stories. 

"Particularly with Belfast, there's something kind of amazing about seeing something that's such a part of you reach the world and resonate with people in a universal way," he says. "When you see your story, or you hear your accent, there's just something about you that connects with that.

"And then when you hear other people the world over do that as well, you can't help but feel a sense of pride that your identity is being recognised."

In addition to the knowledge of the conflict he had accumulated while growing up in Northern Ireland, Morgan did plenty of research into the Troubles to prepare for his role in Belfast. He says this came in handy once again for the new film, but stresses that Dead Shot itself is not necessarily "concerned about trying to educate people about the times in Northern Ireland".

"Not every film that deals with the Northern Irish issue has to go into all those details," he says. "That's what I thought was refreshing about this. But it's important as an actor just to be familiar with those things, whatever period that – it's always worth doing, and I always do it."

One of the most intriguing aspects of the film is the complexity regarding Michael's adversary Tempest, played by Aml Ameen. Although by no means portrayed in a straight-forwardly sympathetic light, the character is not presented as an out-and-out villain either – but rather a vulnerable person who has been thrown into a horrible circumstance by odious bosses. Meanwhile, the fact that Tempest is a Black man living in a time when racism was commonplace undoubtedly adds to this complexity.

"One of the things I said to the directors right from the start was that there was a lot more that bound these two guys than divided them," Morgan says of the relationship between Michael and Tempest. "They're both in London, which was a place at the time that had [signs saying], 'No dogs, no Blacks, no Irish'.

"So these are actually both very outsider characters who were treated differently – when an Irish man went to London in those times there was complete shunning of them as well. So they're guys who know what it is to be shunned, rejected, and treated as the other. And the fact that they find themselves caught in this tragedy against each other, it's a shame in a way.

"The sad thing about that particular time in Northern Ireland was that so much division between religions and nationality prevented so much integration," he adds. "And it's still unfortunately very present in Northern Ireland to this day – it's getting less so, but it's hard to think it'll ever go away.

"It's terrible to think that people connecting on a human level is prevented by something like a label or identity or nationality, whatever it is. Your best friend could have been the one that was serving in the army except you were just on the other end of the lines."

Although the film is set primarily in London, the shoot itself actually took place in Glasgow – with a number of London buses and other identifying features brought in to help transform the Scottish city into something resembling the UK capital. This was an interesting experience for Morgan, especially considering he has his own history with the city.

"I actually went to drama school in Glasgow, I went to the Royal Scottish [Conservatoire]," he says. "And the odd thing was that I hadn't really been there since I graduated and I found myself staying in an apartment that was right opposite the apartment I stayed in in my second year at drama school.

"It was this weird kind of full circle moment of suddenly there I was, like 15/20 years later. I could practically still see through the window of that apartment and see the 20-year-old me wondering, 'Oh, I wonder if this whole acting thing will ever work?'"

Of course, it wasn't long after graduating before Morgan's acting career very much did work. Following a number of early roles on stage and screen, including the Doctor Who episode Midnight, his big breakthrough came in 2008 when he was cast as the title character of BBC One's fantasy series Merlin – a show that went on to run for five highly successful seasons.

The series has retained a cult following since it ended in 2012, and some fans have long clamoured for some sort of reunion or reboot. But although Morgan thinks back fondly on his time on the show, returning to the role doesn't appear to be something he's considering any time soon.

"I think most actors are more about progression and moving forward and don't often look back," he explains. "Even on stage, sometimes plays I've done have wanted to remount and come back again, and I often found I don't take up those opportunities because I've wrung the towel dry and I've rinsed what I could out of it.

"That's certainly what I've tried to do with every project, it's like I invest every 110% into it so hopefully by the end of it, I feel like I've done all I could. And certainly on projects like Merlin, I felt like yeah, we definitely did that together as a team and it's certainly [something I] look back on and feel very proud of the work that I and everyone did."

On the subject of moving forward, Morgan has a number of other imminent projects in the pipeline. He has a key role alongside Jessica Lange, Ed Harris and Ben Foster in a new film adaptation of Eugene O'Neill's classic play Long Day’s Journey Into Night; he will star opposite Emma Appleton in the upcoming Paramount Plus legal thriller The Killing Kind; and he is currently filming a project which he can't yet disclose. The keys to the roles he's been looking for in recent times, he says, are variety and collaboration.

"I look for things I haven't done before, I look for challenges, I look for versatility, I look for passionate people," he explains. "I think more so than anything, what seems to be top of my list now is collaborators – people who have this kind of notion of bringing you into the fold and wanting to work with you not just to deliver the acting goods, but to know what you feel about the scripts and the story and have your input.

"And that's my background. My first jobs were all new writing in theatre and working with writers and developing and progressing and shaping things together. And that's what I thrive on more than anything in the world.

"That seems to be what people are wanting these days, I think the landscape has changed. People are really wanting multidisciplinary actors, and that's worth knowing for anybody wanting to come into the business: don't just be thinking about the acting, think about 360 degrees of everything."

#colin morgan #dead shot #belfast #news #bbc merlin #merlin cast #interview #article interview

[romione-trope-fest]

Title: Perfect Prefect Present

Author: Nena-96, Nena96 on ao3

Selected Trope: OOTP

Rating- T

Brief Summary: Ron is transfixed uwith the thought of being the New Gryffindor Prefect, when an idea of using his new Cleansweep entered his mind. However, Hermione who was wearing a pink robe and bunny slippers was there to stop him.

Word Count: 2,672

Relevant triggers: None

Ron couldn’t help staring at the scarlet banner that was hanging up above, he was surprised that his mum had somehow managed to create it in such short notice. He didn’t expect her to make such a fuss about him being the new Gryffindor Prefect, especially since he’s the fourth Weasley to become one. He had placed his prefect badge inside the pocket of his trousers, originally he was going to wear it on his jumper but the thought of Fred and George taking the mickey out of him made him think again. Besides, it was better that way, he was keeping it clean and out of harm's way, just like a good Prefect would do. It was truly unbelievable that he was selected to hold such a position at Hogwarts, maybe the Mirror of Erised wasn’t lying about him becoming Head Boy.

Merlin's saggy balls, that would be wicked. That would be better than the Chudley Cannons winning the Quidditch World Cup. The team did let go of its former coach, so it's possible that this year’s season would be better than the last. Blimey, that would be absolutely brilliant, but he didn’t want to be overly optimistic because things don’t always go as planned, but there’s no harm in manifesting a great year for his team.

Ron shook his head, as he slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers and brought out his badge. He traced his freckled finger upon the letter P, the hard ridges made him realize that this was in fact reality and not just another dream. He was chosen to be Gryffindor’s Prefect and damn it, he was going to prove that he deserves this more than anyone else. He might be the fourth Weasley to become Prefect but that only meant that he was going to be different.

Yeah, first it was his older brother Bill, then it was the second eldest Charlie, right after that it was Percy, which in all honestly wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Then it was him, Ronald B. Weasley, to say he was shocked was an understatement but he was also filled with immense pride. Ron didn’t want to overthink and enjoy this night, his mum had gone all out for the celebration and he wasn’t going to sit out the fun.

During the celebration that his mum had thrown, he was shocked when Mad-Eye congratulated him. Even though he was glaring at him with his normal eye, while his other eye was swiveling all around. Most likely keeping a lookout for anything that would go amiss, you know Constant Vigilance , Regardless of the awkwardness he felt proud that one of the greatest most ruthless Auror had congratulated him. Hell, even Tonks, another great Auror, all a bit clumsy at times if you ask him, was also glad he was selected to be a Prefect. She even gave him some wicked new tips to use on his brand fucking new broom that his mum had got him.

Fuck.

He couldn’t believe that his mum had brought him a new Cleansweep, if nobody was around he might have fucking cried. It wasn’t just because he got a brand new broom it was the fact that he could have something that was only his and not just another hand-me-down. Sure, it wasn’t a Nimbus, because he knew it was expensive and he didn’t want to have his mum waste her galleons on him.

His new Cleansweep was everything he wanted, the handle was made of Spanish oak and it also had built-in vibration control, which would come in handy when it gets windy up in the Quidditch pitch. Ron had to try his best to not rush outside with his broom and do a couple laps in the sky.

Hell, maybe he could go for a fly, while the others are asleep. It wouldn't do any harm, not like anyone would see him. He could try and nick the invisibility cloak for a few hours, not like Harry would mind.

Yes, fuck yes…that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Ron pulled away from his thoughts and looked around, he tried to listen for any movements upstairs, once satisfied with the quietness he walked over to where he placed his Cleansweep. He picked it up in the most gentle manner possible, his fingers closed over the handle of the boom and was ready to make his way out from the basement.

Everything was perfect, Ron managed to make it up the stairs so quietly that even Moody would be proud of his stealth. Once he got to the very top of the stairs, he turned to close the basement door slowly, making sure not to awaken the others. Once satisfied with the closed door, he nodded his head and grabbed his broom tightly. Before turning around and almost falling straight to his arse, in fear. Ron dropped his broom to the floor before clutching at his chest and trying to somehow retrieve his soul that momentarily left his body, when he was face to face with Hermione.

It wasn’t that his bushy-haired friend scares him ... .well come to think of it he is fully aware of what she is capable of doing. For crying out loud, Hermione had set flames to Snape’s robes, but then again that wasn’t scary, that was hilarious. Bloody brilliant, if he might add…he would pay to see that happen again as a matter of fact, but no that wasn’t why he almost woke up the entire Grimmauld Place. It was because the girl who currently had her hands on her hips and some kind of green junk on her face. Literally her entire face was covered in that gunk, he almost was going to say that she resembles the mountain troll that he had taken down in first year in the girl’s bathroom. Then again she was loads more beautiful than- wait, what the hell, Weasley you shouldn’t think Hermione is beautiful she’s your best friend, besides Harry of course.

Yet, he didn’t think that Harry is beautiful, the way he knows Hermione is…you know…beautiful. Harry looked, well he looked a bit like a brooding little git, while Hermione well, she didn’t look like a git. It was difficult to explain, shit- no he didn’t mean she looked like shit its just shit. He shouldn’t be thinking of how she looks, even now as she was wearing that green gunk on her face, he can’t help but see past that and see her beauty.

Fuck.

He did it again, damn it Weasley. Get it together.

Focus, he has to get a grip on reality and not fall into uncharted territory of thinking about how bea- no stop, pay attention. Fucking focus!

Think of something else, anything that can take your mind off of the short, yet feisty busy-haired girl who was wearing an overly fluffy pink robe and was currently tapping her bunny-eared slippers onto the oakwood floor. Ron looked around the hall and tried to focus his mind on anything, he tried looking out the window, yet it was futile since the curtains were closed. Yes, he could always walk away and pretend like she didn’t almost catch him trying to sneak out, but he knew that Hermione wouldn’t let him off the hook. He also wasn’t about to make tit out of himself and make Hermione pissed to the point she tries to hex his bollocks off. Yeah, he was quite fond of his bits, if you cared to ask.

Even though Hermione would talk his ear off about how underage magic is illegal, which he already knew but it’s fine, Ron let his insightful friend have her moment. Which had ended up being almost an hour and a half, mind you. However, the funniest thing happened, on several instances he caught the little know-it-all using magic to decontaminate multiple parts of Grimmauld. You should’ve seen the look of surprise on her face, it was downright adorable seeing her blush so hard. She could- damn it Weasley you’ve done it again. Honestly what is bloody wrong with you, tonight? It was like his thoughts were going haywire with just the sight of her in front of him. So, instead he did the one thing he knew best, shove his foot seven different ways into his mouth.

“Hermione, what the bloody fuck do you have on your face?” He asked after taking a couple of deep breaths, waiting for his heart rate to slow down. You know since he got frightened at the sight of her…no not of her just seeing her suddenly made him-

“Oh, honestly, you shouldn’t swear,” Hermione gritted out, even under all that gunk Ron could tell that Hermione's face was burning scarlet at this precise moment. "If you must know, this is a Muggle beauty practice to remove blemishes, its a thick paste that should remain on the face for roughly thirty minutes and....."

Ron stared at her in utter confusion, as Hermione was prattling on about how thick the consistency of the paste has to be before applying it onto her face. Ron couldn't help but wonder if all Muggle women partake in looking like mountain troll for a few hours a day just so they won't have any acne-

"Excuse me, did you say I look like a mountain troll?" Hermione narrowed her eyes so much it look like slits, and yes ladies and gentlemen he was royally without a doubt fucked at this precise moment. Unless, he plays dumb and can attempt to deny ever saying that because technically he was thinking it so it's completely different. Or, he could rectify the situation and not be at risk of getting hexed.

A long silence sweeps between the two of them, and Ron could feel the tell tale sign of his neck starting to warm up. It would be a matter of seconds before his entire face rivals the scarlet of the banner downstairs. He took a deep breath and realized what he had to do, “Well, I didn’t say you looked like a mountain troll, I said Muggle women and last I checked, you're not a woman. Not- not that I was looking at you in any way, I-erm, it's just that you're a girl.” Ron finished lamely, before picking up his broom off the floor.

“I am a girl, thank you for taking notice, and just for the record, both women and girls can enjoy a bit of relaxation every once in a while. That doesn't classify them as a mountain troll,” Hermione replied curtly, raising her chin up ever so slightly.

“Erm, yeah..I didn’t mean that it's just i don’t see why you need to wear any of that.You’re fine the way you are-”

“Oh, well, t-thank you. You also look fine the way you are, not that you’d need to wear anything on your face, since you don’t have any blemishes. You only have freckles and they’re rather nice to look at…not that I've looked at them more than an average amount of time of course,” Hermione hurriedly added.

Wait…he thought, does this mean that she’s been looking at him in a different way other than friendly. Sweet Merlin, he only hopes that she wasn’t also thinking about Harry in that way, just the mere thought made him feel queasy. Ron wanted to blame the sudden nausea that he feels on all the food he ate. Plus, the memory of how Moody had taken out his magic eye and placed it into a cup filled with water. Everyone saw the way in which the eye swiveled inside the cup, it was rather uncomfortable to say the least.

Shaking his head, Ron decides that maybe he should get some rest instead of going out for a fly, he wasn’t feeling well and being alone with Hermione is doing his head in. Hopefully this wasn’t a taste of how patrols would be at Hogwarts, then things would definitely have to change.

“Well, since it’s late we should head to bed,” he said with a fake yawn as he stretched his arms over his head.

“Oh, yes…of course,” Hermione replied quickly, yet it didn’t fool him. It sounded like she was sad and he hadn't the minor clue as to why.

“Hermione, did you need anything else?” He asked, watching as she began to toy with the sleeves of her fluffy robe. She huffed, before biting her bottom lip and…ok wow, even with a face covered in that Muggle beauty paste, Ron couldn’t help but feel frozen in place and stare at his bushy-haired best friend.

“I wanted to apologize from the way I reacted earlier,” Hermione mumbled so quietly that he almost missed what she had said, luckily he didn’t. “I shouldn’t have been so surprised that Dumbledore chose you, honestly that was quite rude of me and I-I’m glad that you’re going to be my partner during rounds. Also, I wanted to give you this, it’s nothing really, just a little thing that I made, it’s so you can keep your badge safe when you're not wearing it of course,” Hermione rambled as she thrusted a hand-knitted case onto his palm.

He couldn’t believe it, Hermione had knitted his initials across the top in black yarn, and right under it, the word Prefect was stitched in gold. He couldn’t believe that she had made him this, let alone found the time to make him a present fit for a prefect.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s rubbish. Here just give it back and we can forget I ever gave it to you,” Hermione said as she tried to swipe it from his hands, yet he was much quicker than her and managed to move it from her grasp. “No, it’s bloody perfect, Hermione…I don’t know what to say,” Ron said sincerely.

“Don’t lie, it's hideous. I know I’m not an amazing knitter like your mum, but I tried my best and well…if you don’t like it I’m sure I can come up with something else-”

“Are you kidding? I love it, honestly.” He said as he looked into her brown eyes, hoping that she realizes he isn’t taking the mickey. The longer he looked at her the more he realized that moments like these makes him want to just lean down and-

“Hermione, what if I told you that I have a present of my own to give you?” Ron asked, as he leaned down closer to face.

“I would say that's a load of dragon dung,” Hermione replied, not noticing that they were both slowly eliminating the barrier between them.

“How about this, close your eyes and you’ll find out for yourself,” he said before swallowing hard, instead of a reply, Hermione only nodded her head as her eyes fluttered shut. Ron couldn’t help but look at the way her dark lashes fluttered as she was breathing so gently. “Ready?” He asked her, allowing her the time to stop this if he went too far, however instead he watched as she licked her bottom lip. That was all it took for him to close the distance and place his lips against her soft ones, it wasn’t the most practical moment, since his face was now being covered with the thick green paste. Yet, it was indeed the perfect prefect present that he could ever give, and he was beyond ecstatic that Hermione didn’t pull away. Instead she slowly slid her hands up, before letting her arms wrap around his shoulders.

They were lost in the moment, it wasn’t perfect at the slightest, he lost track of the amount of times she accidentally bit hit bottom lip, or the times his long nose bumped into hers. The amount of times he ingested the horrid green paste, yet….this was perfect and nothing could change this moment they had together.

#submission #ron weasley #romione #hermione granger #ronmione #ron x hermione #hermione x ron #nena writes #ootp #missing moments #Romione fic #Romione trope fest 2024 #ootp missing moments

[unadulterated-syd]

james potter x reader !

req - 🌙 dancing in the moonlight 🌙 james - always been you by jessie murph

warnings — none

watching from afar was no longer new, it wasn't like you were incapable of speaking to him, or laughing and cracking jokes— james was your friend after all.

but sometimes, admiration was a breath of fresh air. watching him cheer after winning a bet against sirius, it didn't matter how stupid the bet was. it didn't matter if you had no clue what the appeal was.

because all you cared for was the idea that james was happy, and he looked like a polaroid doing so. if you could snap his smile everytime you saw it, you would, but for now memory had to suffice.

you had never been the type to sit behind and wait for anyone— never the type to let anyone get to your heart, especially if you weren't sure they reciprocated your feelings.

james was different though, he always had been. a year sat alone, waiting for him, would have always been better than a an eternity having never known him.

he was the sun in the sky, and you the earth who orbited him just the same as others. an earth without a moon, to keep it from letting the tides wash over.

you could've sworn he took the breath from your lungs with even a glance your way, but worst of all you weren't angry about it. it had always been him.

maybe 5 years ago when you'd met him, maybe 3 years ago when he'd asked you to a gryffindor party, maybe a year ago when he listened to your worries, or maybe it'd always been him. maybe must've lost it's meaning if so.

"y/n, earth to y/n !" mary called, her hand running infront of your eyes, attempting to get your attention back to them. "you're drooling again."

"merlin, i am not, i'm back in the atmosphere, what's up."

mary gave you a smile, a knowing look washing over all the girls faces, and peter's, who'd happened to be sitting with you all. he was just as confused by sirius and james, even wrangling remus over at some point.

"we were talking about this weekend, but you seemed to have something more important to talk about.." lily gave you a wide smile, obviously holding back a million excited screams.

all of the marauders had been aimlessly waiting for you to find someone, even james himself had tried to play cupid before.

"i am not talking about anything." you said sternly, glancing back at james and sirius— both now looking in the groups direction due to the sudden excitement.

"oh god, you alerted them." the group exchanged glances, before groaning at sirius and james' enterance back into the conversation, saving you from dishing out details.

—

by the time the week ended, and the parties sprouted up left and right, you had forgotten that weeks call out. not that the others hadn't, but you'd all been far to busy to congregate.

your last class had just let out, a simple essay being your homework for the weekend— something you could easily do between parties. your daydreams of the weekend were shortlived, when james jogged to catch up to you.

"hey." you hummed, looking in his direction, grasping your bags strap tighter. "someones in a rush, what's up."

"party plans." he said, giving you a grin, "changed to tomorrow,, i forgot why. they told me i swear—"

you laughed at his forgetfulness, giving him a grateful smile, "thanks for the information, potter, got anything else for me?"

"well,, i was going to ask if you wanted to do our essays together." he hummed, waving the parchment you'd both been instructed to fill. "i'm a great studier."

"oh, i'm sure." you grinned, shaking your head, "yeah, when?"

"uhh, are you good now?"

"alright."

—

settling into a quite corner of the library, you sighed, prepared for a long couple of hours trying to focus on anything besides james.

however, today he seemed off, fidgetting around more than he usually would— staring more at his empty parchment than spitting bad jokes.

sitting up straighter in your chair, you pulled your pencil tip from the paper, eyes trained on the boy across from you.

"james?" he shot up at the sound of your voice, "is.. everything alright?"

"uhh,, yeah— uhm.. i was, i mean i have, had? do?"

"spit it out, james."

"can i ask you out."

"what?"

"forget it, that was weird! pals, friends, mates, nothing different." he pushed his hands together, close to a silent clap, as if convincing himself.

"ask out? as in— dating? like.. not pals, friends, mates."

he didn't answer, almost as if he was ashamed of asking in the beginning. but, you could see the answer in his manneurisms.

"yes, you can. i'd actually like that a lot."

"really !" he exclaimed, eyes training on you instantly, "whew, i was really nervous, sirius and i had this bet that you had this thing for lily not me, but i totally wanted to ask you out—"

"james, it's always been you." you assured, placing your hands on his.

req by @loving-and-dreaming

james potter tag list — @loser-fics , @innerloverpainter , @nyxxxxxxxx , @nutellani , @angry-little-frog

marauders tag list — @withastrangerheart

#james potter x reader #james fleamont potter #james potter #marauders #marauders x reader

[arrowofcarnations]

Happy O’Knutzy Week, everybody!!! WOOT WOOT

All credit to @lumosinlove for the wonderful characters we’re celebrating this week, and huge thanks to @oknutzyweek2023 (@awanderingdeal) for organizing the fest!

And a special lil’ thank-you to @fruitcoops for thinking up the greatest possible name for Finn’s owl, which I shamelessly stole for this. xoxo

Day 1: Proposal (A1)

Finn saw a lot of things on his evening rounds as Head Boy: shortcuts and secret passages (handy), countless portraits (befriended), teachers in dressing gowns (unsettling), and no shortage of classmates fooling around in the dark (mostly overlooked, unless you happened to be an asshole). It hadn’t even been two months since the start of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but three nights a week of the same hour-long trek plus all the time he spent doing this as a prefect meant that this was already old hat. Even a rogue suit of armor or quarreling pair of ghosts couldn’t cure Finn of his boredom some nights, the library’s restricted section serving as his only salvation.

Tonight, though, Finn was grateful for boring. It meant he could try and wrap his mind around everything that had happened this week.

The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament. Dozens of witches and wizards from two foreign schools walking through the doors of the Great Hall with their chaperones. First the Ilvermorny group in their blue-and-red robes fastened with gleaming gold knots, then the group from Beauxbatons swathed in pale-blue silk. The songs, the speeches, the furtive giggles of his classmates as cute newcomers caught their eye.

And then the goblet. The rules and warnings. Dropping a scrap of parchment into its blue flames while his friends cheered him on, and doing the same for them. Giving Thomas a playful shove and saying “It’s gonna be you, Talkie, bet my fucking broom on it.”

He hoped Talkie wouldn’t take him up on that.

Hearing McGonagall announce Finn O’Hara as Hogwarts’ champion was surreal. He’d barely registered the applause, the joyful shouts from his friends, the back pats and hair ruffles from his fellow Gryffindors. He was happy, sure, but mostly he was…surprised? Confused? He didn’t know. It’d just happened so fast, and it was still happening fast—the first task would take place in one week. In one week, he’d be standing in the middle of the pitch, but not to play quidditch. He’d be doing—well, Merlin knows what, but he’d definitely be playing to win, putting his skills to the test against the other two champions.

Leo Knut and Logan Tremblay. His competition. June had heard from Percy who’d heard from some Beauxbatons bloke called Saint that there were some ruffled feathers over in the Ilvermorny camp about Knut being picked, as he was still sixteen. He’d looked just as shocked as Finn had felt when his name was called, mouth falling open and blue eyes going wide. Finn didn’t know anything about Tremblay yet; he’d also looked surprised for a second before ducking his head to adjust his hat. When he’d looked back up, a small smile had softened his expression, and Saint and a tall brunette boy on his other side were jostling him and talking in a fast flurry of French.

Tremblay looked strong. Finn supposed that was one thing he knew about him. Knut did, too—but Finn was an athlete, he could keep up with them. Besides, it wasn’t all about brute strength. If chapter seventeen of Hogwarts: A History was anything to go by, the tournament would test their mettle in loads of ways.

Finn rounded a corner and found himself in the easternmost wing of the castle, close to where temporary dorms had been conjured for the visiting students to stay in through the spring. He was about to find a comfy ledge and dive back into that chapter when he saw a flash of something in the moonlight.

“Really?” Finn muttered, tailing whoever or whatever it was with long, quiet strides. He wasn’t in the mood to tell off a fourth year on a dare or a sixth year meeting up with their girlfriend.

What he didn’t expect when he ducked around another corner and illuminated the hallway with a nonverbal lumos maxima was to come face to face with—

“Tremblay,” he blurted out.

Dressed down as he was in loose pajamas, he looked much more approachable than he had at the welcome ceremony. His eyes were wide as he whipped around to look back at Finn, looking startled and caught-out; but then his green eyes narrowed as he recognized him, sizing him up with crossed arms and a defiant tilt to his chin.

“O’Hara,” he replied. It wasn’t exactly friendly, but Finn liked the way his name sounded in his mouth anyway, how his accent curled around the H and made it sound brand new.

And Merlin, those eyes were green. He’d have to learn to ignore that.

“Merde, point that somewhere else. Unless you’re trying to blind your competition.”

“What? Oh, fuck. Sorry.” Finn lowered his arm so the light scattered across the floor. Then he realized he was apologizing to someone breaking the rules, so he added, “Don’t need to blind you. Could just let McGonagall know you snuck out and let her chuck you out of the tournament by your ears.”

Tremblay scowled handsomely, which Finn hadn’t been sure was possible before this moment, and took a step toward him. “You’re out, too.”

Finn walked forward, too, matching him step for step. “I’m on rounds, Frenchie.”

Neither stopped walking until they were in each other’s space, sizing each other up. Finn didn’t know when Tremblay had gotten hold of his wand, but they were both drawn, now, Finn’s still illuminating the hallway.

Somehow, Tremblay still managed to be intimidating while wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and having to look up at Finn. “You don’t—”

“Oh, fuck.”

Both of them jumped, Tremblay wheeling around and Finn gaping over his shoulder at the sudden intrusion. Standing at the end of the hall, also in pajamas, was the third Triwizard champion.

The absurdity of the situation startled a laugh out of Finn. Tremblay looked over at him, then back at the new arrival.

“Knut,” Finn said, gesturing with his free hand as if to welcome him to the corridor. “Join us. We’re either about to have a duel or sneak down to the kitchens for a cuppa. Haven’t decided yet.”

Knut did in fact join them, but didn’t draw his wand, walking with an easy sort of confidence that gave him the air of someone older than he was. “I vote tea,” he said with a sigh. Up close, Finn noticed his eyes were just as striking as Tremblay’s, but instead of a sea of green, he was drowning in an ocean of blueblueblue. “It’s too late—early?—to knock y’all on your asses.”

Tremblay snorted. “Je vais vous assommer tous les deux avant que vous ne puissiez cligner des yeux.”

Knut just smirked. “Essayez-moi, shortcake.”

Tremblay aimed his wand and Finn put his hands on each of their chests, holding them apart. “Oh-kay, let’s cool the hell off, shall we? Did you two forget you’re breaking curfew?”

Tremblay backed off as Knut cocked an eyebrow at Finn. Finn put out the extra light from his wand and tapped the Head Boy badge on his lapel with the end of it.

“Damn,” Leo said quietly, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. He sighed again; Finn suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. 

“What are you doing creeping around the castle, anyway?” Finn asked, though not unkindly.

Knut gave him a tired smile. “Couldn’t sleep.” He looked at Tremblay, who was still eyeing them like they might bite. “You?”

Tremblay hesitated for a second, then nodded, casting his eyes downward. “Same. It’s—not home.”

Finn let that hang in the air for a second as he thought about what to do next. Walk them down to McGonagall’s office was the “right” answer, but part of the whole Head Boy thing was using one’s best judgment, right? Which meant making exceptions. Still, they weren’t his classmates. Worse, they'd be spending most of the year scheming up ways to beat him at every task.

But now that Finn was really looking, Tremblay had shadows under his eyes, too. Guess that made three of them.

“Right, look,” Finn said, pocketing his wand to signal that he wasn’t itching for a fight. He extended a hand to Knut. “Finn O’Hara, from Galway, ‘ve got an annoying older brother and an owl called Archimedes.”

The smile Finn got this time was a little brighter as Knut shook his hand. “Leo Knut, spelled like the coin but sounds like the lizard. I’m from Louisiana—New Orleans. I have a lot of pets back home, but I could only bring one, so my frog Kermit is here.”

They both turned to look at Tremblay; Knut’s—Leo’s—grin turned wry and Finn waggled his eyebrows until he rolled his eyes, smiled, and shook each of their hands. “Logan Tremblay, from Nice. I have three older sisters, and my cat Simone probably took my spot in the bed while I’ve been out.”

They all looked at each other for a moment, the last of the tension bleeding out of the air around them. Finn had made exceptions before, and his heart told him to make one tonight.

“I know we’re meant to be enemies or something, but it would be pretty shit if you got banned from the tournament before I could meet Kermit and Simone,” he said. “So, boys: a proposal. No reporting each other to teachers, no sabotage, no fights. Yeah?”

“A truce,” Leo said, sounding a little surprised. “Kind of you. I’m not going easy on either of you in the tournament, though. I’m here to win.”

“Leo Knut-like-the-lizard-not-the-coin, I’d be insulted if you did.”

Finn was starting to like Leo’s laugh.

Logan only hesitated for another second before nodding. “We’re all here to win,” he agreed. “But...ouais. Fine. Truce.”

Finn clapped him on the back just to made him scowl again. “Love the enthusiasm, Tremblay. Now—kitchens?”

Leo nodded eagerly. “Kitchens.”

“Tea?”

Logan eyed him. “Do they have mint?”

“Oo-way, Frenchie, whatever you want.”

“Shut the fuck up. Allez, let’s go.”

#o'knutzyweek 2023 #my fic #o'knutzy

[plussizeficchick]

hey Dee! :)

i was wondering if you could pls do a SDS Ban oneshot where he’s just so greedy and possessive of the reader? w manhandling and overstim pls!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hey bae❤️Absolutely, hope you enjoy!!

Selfish│Ban x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Smut(oral fem!receiving, squirting, breeding kink, overstimulation)Borderline yander-ish but not really.

Ban had a lot of respect for his captain.

The guy managed to leave a scar on the immortal sin. A deep laceration to remind him everyday that he’s not one to be messed with.  

And he thought he’d earned at least a fraction of that respect back in their “friendly” brawls, having managed to earn a few wins over the dragon sin. He knew when Meliodas was feeling vulnerable and was open to cheering him up. He even knew to keep Elizabeth at arms length, not wanting his captain to get the wrong idea.

So it was a real slap in the face when the guy that he respected most, didn’t show him that same respect. 

You were a healer working under Merlin, an apprentice one would say, and the moment Ban saw you he felt an unfamiliar thumping in his chest. He was behind the bar, nursing his nth drink of the night when Merlin transported the both of you into the center of the bar. You had removed the hood of your cloak from your head and surveyed the room and when he saw your eyes land on him, he felt his heart stop. Gorgeous. 

And once you removed your cloak to get comfortable, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, his cock hardening and pushing uncomfortably against his already tight pants. Fuck. Why’d you have to wear a bodysuit? And one so tight at that, your plump ass cheeks practically spilling out, your tits pushing flush against the stretchy material. And fuck your thighs, so thick, so squishy looking. He wanted to see the fat puff out from between his fingers as he holds up your legs, burying his face in what he knows is just the chubbiest, juiciest fucking cunt he’s ever fucking seen.

From then, he’d made it his mission to get close to you, not sexually, but emotionally and intimately as well. The thumping he’d felt in his chest the day he met you never ceasing each passing day, the two of you growing closer with each conversation before he’d finally asked you to be his. 

You immediately accepted, wrapping your arms around him and the feeling of pure euphoria that washed over him as he pulled your plump form flush to his, was something he’d never experienced before. This. This is who I live for.

-- 

Ban had long ago decided that if the moment ever called for it, he’d die for you. As drastic as that may seem, with their lives you never know what may happen. And with the way Meliodas was feeling you up, he was prepared to take that risk.

But then..

But then, Ban got an idea.

Why try to beat the fact that you were in a committed relationship in Meliodas, when he can just show him that you are?

With renewed determination, Ban stalked over to you and Meliodas, snatching up your thick arm in his fingers. “Hey Cap, need to borrow them for a sec, you mind? No? Great!” Before Meliodas could even utter a word, he was whisking you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

–

As soon as the room to his door shut, you were being pushed up against the door, Ban gliding his lithe body against your plush one, hands grabbing at the flesh. “Silly Captain, poor guy would have no idea what to do with a body like yours. So soft and round, all for me right, baby? You’re all mine, right?” He asks, though you don’t get a chance to answer before he’s pressing his lips to yours roughly. You gasp, taken off guard by Ban’s behavior, and he uses that to tangle his tongue with yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

As you make out, Ban paws at your clothes, eager to get to his prize. He pulls away after a few minutes, immediately moving to your neck, sucking hickies in places he knows will be hard to cover. You mewl as he bites on the juncture of where your head and shoulder meet, “B-Ban, what’s gotten-ah, what’s gotten into you?” You ask, confused as to where this is coming from. 

He pulls you away from the door, guiding you to your shared bed, lightly pushing you to lay back. “Cap’n thinks it's okay to touch what’s mine, but you know better right, baby? You know you’re mine.” He muttered against your lips. “You.. These gorgeous fucking tits. That pretty, fat, cunt.” He practically growls out, the thought of sinking into your wet cavern enough to make him cum. He couldn’t wait.

Peeling off his “shirt”, he leaves his tight red pants on. He’d get to that soon enough. Right now though, he had a goal.

He sucks hickies onto your skin as he trails down your pudgy frame, being sure to show extra love to your stomach and thighs; they are his favorite part of your body, before focusing on your cunt. 

He lets out a content sigh, spreading your pussy lips before licking a bold stripe up your center, groaning at the flavor dancing on his tongue. So good. You always tasted so fucking good. Sometimes he wondered if the fountain of youth was actually between your thick thighs, perfectly hidden away from wandering eyes. It’s with that thought that has him remembering his original plan and he’s eating you out with vigor, tongue lapping through your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth then flicking the bud with his tongue. 

You’re a mess, writhing, gasping, carding your fingers through his hair and you don’t know if you’re trying to pull him away from your cunt or pushing him further into you. Not that it matters because Ban is refusing to come up for air. He doesn’t have to worry, he can’t die, right? 

He spits on your cunt before lapping up the combination of saliva and your juices and he grunts, unconsciously rutting his hips against the bed. He slips two fingers into your hole, thrusting upwards, finding your sweet spot with ease. “Pl-Please Ban.” “Please what, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” He says, a smirk slowly making its way to his face. He loved you like this, pretty and pliant, all for him. “Let me cum. Please. Can I cum, Ban?” You whine. Why’d he have to be such a tease? He knew you were shy when it came to dirty talk, but that wouldn’t stop him from pushing you to be open about your desires. “Yeah, baby. You can cum, but you gotta promise to be loud f’me, kay?” He says before placing his mouth right back on your clit, giving a particularly harsh suck to the bundle of nerves. 

You cum with a shout, Ban’s name falling off your lips like a prayer and your cunt sucks in his fingers, the lewd squelch of your pussy echoing throughout the room. Ban maintains his tempo throughout your thrashing, fingers fucking into you with fervor. You try to push his head away, but he just playfully smacks your hand away. “One more. Give me one more, pretty.” He whispers into your pussy, pressing sweet kisses to your throbbing clit. “I-I can’t.” “Oh but you can, baby. And you will. You’re not leaving this spot til I’ve fucked you full of my seed.” He growls, rubbing your clit with his thumb. 

You sob as you come undone for a second time, though this one is more intense than the first, a strong pressure in the pit of your stomach. “W-wait, Ban!” “It’s okay, baby. Do it. Cum for me, I’m here.” He encourages, picking up his pace. The band snaps and you’re cumming, your juices squirting all over Ban’s face and chest as he tries to lap up as much of it as he can. You buck your hips uncontrollably, the overstimulation getting to you.

He works you through your orgasm, pressing soft kisses to your skin, making his way back up your body before placing a slow, warm kiss to your lips. You kiss back eagerly, wrapping your thick arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Slowly, Ban pulls away resting his forehead against yours. “Ready for more, pretty girl?” 

–

Ever since that day, your captain refused to make eye contact with you. Not only that, his constant groping also ceased, and while you were a bit confused, you didn’t mind. It’s not like you had time to when Ban was always hovering over you, telling you to “Take it easy, babe. Can’t stress the baby.” with a sly grin on his face.

He’s glad his little plan worked out.   

--

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[revwatts]

Found My Forever in You.

Summery: Instead of losing the Quidditch tournament Harry wins the Housecup.

A/N : I wrote one where Harry loses the match. You can check it out.

"Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins the HOUSECUP!" The whole quidditch field was echoing with the gleeful yells and cheers of the Gryffindor house. They had won the quidditch cup. You could hear the shouts of 'Potter! Potter!' and 'Weasley is our King!'.

It was your last year and your boyfriend had just won the house cup. You were beyond proud of Harry. The poor boy had spent most of his time practicing for this exact moment. His eyes were shining brightly behind his round glass frames. His broom even before going down on the ground came zooming to where you were sitting on the stands.

It gave you butterflies because even in this huge crowd he could easily find you. The people beside you cleared the space out a bit for him to hop off his broom and onto the stands. You stood up, you knew what was coming. He's been doing that since you two started dating. It had become your new tradition and it was also his superstition.

He pulled you in close by your waist, catching your lips with his and kissing you passionately infront of the whole school, while everyone cheered. It was like locking his luck for the next match as he always says.

You pulled back and gave him a dazzling proud grin. You embraced him tightly in your arms as he picked you up and tightened his hold around your waist. After a while he put you down and held the golden snitch to your eye level and you kissed it like you've always done and sealed the luck finally by pecking his lips once more.

"God, I'm so proud of you!" You beamed up at him.

"I love you, princess so much! Now I have to go, meet me at my dorm in 30 minutes, yeah?" You nodded your head and he kissed you one last time and flew back to the ground to recieve his house cup as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

After everything was over you kept your word and went to his dorm. You heard his shower running and decided to wait outside for him to give him some time to relax his muscles.

After few minutes you heard the shower stop running and a very wet haired Harry Potter came out of the bathroom looking delicious as ever. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets were running down from his hair to his neck, to his chest and finally stopping at his abs as the towel absorbed them.

He smirked at you for your couldn't take your eyes off of the sight that was infront of you.

"Eyes are up here, my love." His face smug and decorated with slight redness.

"yeah but mine wants to stay at your abs for a bit more. Any problem?" You said, still staring at his abs that he acquired by all the hard work he had done in the name of Quidditch.

He shook his head and chuckled at you boldness. "Merlin, I love you!" He took your face in his palms and gave a long kiss to your lips. You were sitting on his bed so it was easy for you to wrap your arms around his abdomen and lay the side of your face against his stomach as he lovingly stroked your hair.

"I am so proud of you! You did so great today! Oh and that bloody save from Flint's bludger was so fucking awesome! And the way you zoomed after that Snitch! Good Merlin! I don't think I've seen anyone ever fly that fast! You're like the God of Quidditch!" You suddenly got this load of adrenaline as you fussed about how great Harry played. You could see how flustered he got just by you praising him.

"Yeah? You love the way I play?" His voice had gone down an octave, sounding extremely seducing. You knew what he was trying to do and you were not at all against it. I mean he was already in a towel what else did you need more. Plus you both had to catch up to all the dates you had missed because of his quidditch practice.

"Mhmm. I do love the way you play...So fast and sooo good." He groaned at the way you said those words.

He immediately pulled you up and started attacking your neck with desparate kisses. He had been working so hard the whole year and he couldn't comprehend the way you've supported him. He wanted to make you feel special tonight no matter what. You've been extremely understanding even though he had cancelled at least 9 dates.

And you understood because you knew his love towards Quidditch wasn't just about the game, it was also about his want to connect with his father. Ever since his first year when he found out that his dad was a great quidditch player he had wanted to be one as well. Just to be like his father more. And you understood that. You had two loving parents and you didn't know what you'd do if you lost one.

Harry kept his lips on your neck as he started to tug at your shirt but then he suddenly stopped. You whined at the loss of contact.

"Harry, why'd you stop?" You whimpered.

He took a step back and closed his eyes for a moment. It worried you. Did you do something wrong?

"Baby, what is it? Is everything alright?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

"Ofcourse it's not. After ditching you on those dates, I'm here trying to get you to sleep with me! Merlin! Why are you even with me, I don't know!" You were speechless. You didn't know how to respond to that.

"W-what are you trying to say, darling?" You looked at him worried.

"Why do you even wanna sleep with me?" You were shocked at the question but regained yourself quickly.

"Because you're hot, you're my boyfriend and I love you. I think it's the teenage hormones most of the times though."

He sighed and gave you an 'are you seriously kidding me right now' look.

"No. I mean I ditched you on a lot of dates because of quidditch and this whole year all we've done is sleep together and didn't spend enough time just you and me talking because my selfish arse didn't have time. And now that I'm free, what am I trying to do? Get you to sleep with me instead of taking you out on a nice date or atleast hangout with you properly! Merlin I don't even know how your year went! I am officially the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends..." He sat down on his bed and hid his face in his hands.

You sat down beside him and poked his head. He looked up at you, a defeated look on his face.

"You do know that I really don't mind at all that you were being passionate about something that you love right. I know we've missed few dates here and there but you've always made it up to me-"

"Yeah. With sex. But do continue." You sighed. Your heart was heavy with emotions. No one had ever cared about these small things that Harry did. He was always this sweet and thoughtful. His first priority has always been making you feel good, making you feel comfortable and most of it all making you feel as if you were the most beautiful creature in the whole world.

"Harry, you've had me as your priority for a long time and I still am and I know it. You always made it your priority to make me feel good about myself, make me feel protected, wanted and cared for.

So, I really don't mind you making your passion your priority along side me. To be truthful, I actually love watching you play quidditch because, darling, you get this passionate glint in your eyes and that fire to work hard to be the best and ofcourse your will to make your team win and your determination towards the fact that there isn't any mistake from your part because of which your team might lose a match. You're wonderful at Quidditch. And adding it into your list of priorities makes me feel proud of you.

I know at first your priority was to defeat Voldemort but that shouldn't have been. You were just a kid just like us but even then you stuck to that. You are so much more than you think you are. And I would be the selfish one if I asked you to spend your whole time after me instead of having you do something you actually love. I have zero complaints about this year.

And do you even know proud I felt when you caught that Snitch for me? I love you, Harry. And there are gonna be times when you won't be able to give me as much time as you do and I would be a bitch girlfriend if I gave you a hard time about it. But I promise that if it ever gets extreme I'll let you know and maybe you can make it upto me the way you do." You finished your little speech by giving Harry a kiss on his forehead.

"you really do feel that way, princess?" He asked and you nodded your head. He stared in your eyes for a while and then suddenly his face lit up.

"I've got an idea! Just go to your dorm and can you please put on that favourite dress of mine and meet me in the common room in like 30 minutes. I'm going to make it up to you for the times I've missed the dates. Come on." You got up from his bed and went straight to your dorm.

Hermione was there with Ron and both were in middle of *ahem* something. Both let out a loud scream.

"Oh, quit it! Like you both haven't ever walked in on Harry and I. Anyways I don't have time for this I have to get ready in 30 minutes and don't worry I'll do that in the bathroom. So, I guess you can carry on." You quickly got the dress that Harry insisted you to wear.

He loved this dress on you because you looked gorgeous in it, it was a gift from him on your first valentine's together and he had an easy excess to your cleavage and thighs. He sometimes even makes you wear it without any occasion.

You quickly got dressed and put on a little bit of make up and did your hair. You checked your watch to see you only had 5 minutes left. You quickly knocked on the bathroom door from the inside to let Ron and Hermione know you were getting out.

You put a hand over your eyes and got out once a small reply of 'get out' came from Hermione.

"Hermy, let me borrow your cherry lip tint. Fast. I only have 5 minutes. You felt a hand give you a little bottle and you quickly left. You sat down on the girls dorm staircase and applied a layer of lip tint and let it set for 25 seconds and took it off and wiped your hand with a tissue.

You quickly climbed down the stairs to see Harry in black dress pants and a white shirt with it's sleeves rolled up to his elbows and first button undone, giving you a perfect view of his chest. You swore to godric you could melt right there.

You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you up by your side and gave him a little peck. He smiled brightly at you.

"you're looking gorgeous, my love. So beautiful, like red roses and lipstick stains on your little love notes." Your heart stopped right there. That was the way he always complimented you but each time he surprised you with the words he came up with. You could tell just by looking in his eyes that he loved you more than anything in this world. You blushed and hid your head in the crook of his neck.

"You're looking extremely handsome too. I swear to godric you're gonna make my heart stop one day, looking like this." You gave him another quick kiss.

"Thank you so much my pretty girl. Alright, what I have arranged for you might not be that extravagant but, I hope you like it. Come on." He took your hand in his and led you out of the gryffindor common room.

In the middle of the way he blindfolded you and tried his best not to get a boner while you made a really dirty joke about the situation.

After you finally reached the destination he took off your blindfold and you were met with the most romantic sight ever.

He had arranged an amazing date at the astronomy tower. You had the full view of the starry sky and a picnic blanket was laid down on the floor with all of your favourite snacks, which included, chocolate dipped strawberries, your favourite gummies, cherry wine and cheese, treacle tart and ofcourse garlic parmesan knots. The whole tower smelled wonderful because of the scented candles that were laid down at a safe distance from the blanket. And there were lots of normal candles illiminating the tower. You loved your Harry.

He had managed to get this done in just half an hour. You loved him beyond comprehension. He was amazing and the best boyfriend.

You both sat down and talked for as long as you can't remember. The little whispers of I love you's and the sweet kisses that tasted like cherry wine with your endless love for each other. The way he listened to you rant about how your year went. And how you excelled at your NEWTS. How you still wished to open a cute Bakery with a bookstore. He simply sat there and adored you and your dreams about yourself and both of you together.

He talked about how he wanted a home with you in a nice quiet place, how he wanted to have a family with you and how he wished to grow old by your side. He promised to support you with your dreams and how he would be so lucky to have you and your unbelievably delicious treacle tart by his side for the rest of his life.

You both knew that you were too young for thinking about all these things, to be dreaming about all these things but you both knew that you'd wait for each other a lifetime if it meant that you'll be together forever.

Harry was really very proud of himself for doing this. He did admit that he got the house elves to help him get all this done in no time. He didn't care that he missed the celebratory party that the whole gryffindor house had planned in the respect of the quidditch players. He was happy that he got to spend time with you. And listen to you beautiful voice talk about your beautiful future together. He wanted nothing but very beautiful you. Whenever he looked at you he felt like he was looking at the mirror of erised. All of his dreams were you and just you. You had been by his side through thick and thin since you first met in your first year at Hogwarts. Then he had found a best friend in you and after few years he's found his forever in you.

And that's when he realised that without you by his side, all the battles he had won would've been worthless.

#harry potter #hjp x reader #harry potter x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry james potter x reader #harry james potter #i love harry potter #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #james potter x reader #hogwarts houses #the chosen one #harry potter books #harry j potter

[arthursknight]

behind merlin's smile, which has not left his face for more than a moment since arthur returned, there's a shadow of fear. it lurks in the depths of his eyes, surrounds him like a thick veil, a weighted blanket. merlin looks at him with awe, wonderstruck by his existence, but arthur knows there's something that lies beneath it all.

at first, it's an easy assumption. arthur had returned, and the prophecy had dictated that it would be in a time of great need. neither he nor merlin have yet to put a finger on what that need is yet, so the fear, what are they missing, is there.

but when he brings it up to merlin, the warlock just shrugs and nudges him. "what, scared of a challenge all of a sudden?"

arthur huffs. merlin has, if nothing else, grown even more insufferable in his absence. he wouldn't have thought it possible, but he supposes 1500 some odd years of being without his station renders one a touch more bold.

"no," he says. but you seem to be.

still. that's not it. merlin is ready to take on the whole world, if he has to, and in the quiet of their nights, when merlin sleeps on his small bed and arthur is left to watch the city lights from his window, arthur knows that merlin is not afraid for what will be thrown their way.

so that's not it, then. and yet still merlin walks around with this shadow hanging over him like an infection.

maybe, then, it's centuries of deaths and wars and famine and drought and other unimaginable horrors that merlin has faced. arthur would not blame him for hardening in the face of that, would very well have done the same.

but merlin still looks on in baffled awe when a butterfly lands on his wrist in the park, as if he's seeing the creature for the very first time. he still laughs with his whole body, helps old women cross the street, yells trivia at the television when the contestants don't get it right.

so that's not it, then, either.

it bothers him. there they are, together at the beginning of a new world, and yet merlin is inexplicably terrified.

and arthur has vowed to never be one to leave well enough alone. not after all those years of deferential obedience to a tyrant bent on pushing his agenda.

"merlin," he says one night, when they're surrounded by empty containers of cheap food that arthur has come to love. "what are you afraid of?"

merlin gives him a cheeky grin. "heights, mostly."

arthur kicks him from across the couch. "no, you idiot. there's something. it's been there since i... arrived." he sits up taller, and merlin's face shutters closed, his walls up. we're not supposed to keep secrets from each other. never again.

"it's the prophecy," merlin offers.

"what, so you're afraid we'll win? seems a very strange fear to me, merlin."

merlin shifts. "you wouldn't understand."

arthur quirks an eyebrow. "i have come to understand a great deal of things over the past month, thanks to you."

"this is different," and there's a weakness behind merlin's voice that he doesn't care for. "this is. it's different."

do you not trust me? arthur wants to ask, the words sitting like bile in his throat. i came back to you. i came back to you.

"yes," merlin finally says. "i am afraid we will win. because that's where the prophecy ends, arthur. there is no guarantee after that."

arthur frowns. "so we'll figure out where to go from there."

"you don't-- arthur, your purpose for being here is to fulfill the prophecy. once it's fulfilled..."

what if you're no longer here?

and there it sits. merlin, condemned to walk the earth alone, after arthur has held up his end of the bargain. what if, after all is said and done, arthur has to leave him again?

and arthur sits, stunned, because doesn't merlin know? arthur crossed worlds for him. arthur came back for him. they were put under the same sky and they found each other over and over and over again. there is nothing in the universe that can stop that, least of all a fickle thing like death.

arthur puts his hand over merlin's. if they had a ribbon, he would tie it around their wrists.

"i left you once," he says. "i do not intend to do it again."

when merlin's eyes meet his, the fear, a flickering flame, sparks, sputters, and dies out. it leaves behind a new thing in its wake. a thing they both know to dare to name.

when merlin smiles at him and presses their palms together, arthur sees hope.

for @witchmd13. you know why.

#merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin bbc #two sides of the same coin #my writing #microfic #i like this one!!!!!!!!!! #arthur returns trope #he and merlin find a way to make him immortal or something idk just trust me #theyre never leaving each other again! not on my watch baby!

[drainsdorm]

wip untitled merthur fic

[ leaking the prologue of the fic im working on, hope you all enjoy :) ]

Merlin is an incredibly observant man, reading others like a book he has read hundreds of times before, leaving so many notes in the margins that it would be illegible to anyone but himself. A marvel of a skill it is, of course, but it should be expected with just how long he has had to study those around him, how they’ve become so different yet stayed nearly entirely the same. Observing and studying his peers isn’t a simple pastime though, it holds great purpose, greater than one could possibly imagine. 

Merlin is also an unfathomably loyal man, a man who loves and loves until his heart bursts, but even then, he continues to love with every atom in his being. It’s just his nature, his raison d'être. He is his raison d'être, the man who held Merlin’s heart once before with the gentlest caress, the man who bled for Merlin’s heart to continue to beat, the man who kept Merlin’s heart close to his chest as it burst as to soak all of him in one last time, the man who Merlin is so observant for, Arthur Pendragon. 

Merlin reads novels and poems, watches films and plays, listens to songs and symphonies, walks the earth observing the trees and the lakes and the people, and despite the vast differences between all these little things, in them, he still only sees, hears, feels, and thinks of Arthur. The use of the word “yearning” would be an injustice to his overwhelmingly pure devotion, but to put it simply, he yearns for the day that he could take in Arthur’s image and absorb his presence within himself once more. Even after a thousand and some years, he has not at all forgotten the sensation of Arthur’s leather glove grazing the back of his head, the weight of Arthur’s armored body as he lay across his lap, the desperate desire in Arthur’s expression to spend his last moments sheltered in his lover’s embrace as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world, and it was. It was the only thing that mattered, the only damn thing that matters and will matter for as long as Merlin lives, as long as he keeps the memory of Arthur alive, as long as time goes on. 

There is no doubt that the late king would return, the prophecy would not betray him in such a cruel manner. At least that is what he invests all of his hope in, like a man hellbent on winning the lottery despite all odds being against him. So, Merlin searches, constantly and consistently to no avail. Failure after failure, year after year, the fire that Arthur had ignited in the sorcerer continues to burn brighter, keeping him warm on the darkest and coldest of days, the days where he otherwise might have surrendered to grief, but alas, there is still love for him to give.

#merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #merthur #merthur fanfic #merlin bbc #bbc merlin

[in-the-shadow-of-the-blog]

In the Shadow of the Ashwinders

Summary: After a camp of Ashwinders puts up more than she bargained for, MC find herself in a painful situation. But she can’t keep secrets from her dueling partner…

(Sebastian x f!MC (Hufflepuff again because I just can’t help myself))

Rating: PG

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Light description of a non-serious injury (no blood)

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Sebastian stopped short beside the Hufflepuff table as he finally spotted the face he was looking for. The Great Hall was nearly empty this time of day. But MC, as was often her habit, sat with a book open in front of her and a plate bearing two small cakes to the side.

“There you are, MC,” said Sebastian. “Ready for Crossed Wands this afternoon? I hear we have some stiff competition.”

MC looked up at him suddenly, and Sebastian realized she hadn’t been reading the book as much as she had been staring at it. There were dark circles under her eyes, and a minor cut on her cheek that looked fresh. He raised an eyebrow while he waited for her response.

“I think I’ll give it a miss today, Sebastian. I have a lot of work to catch up on this week.”

Sebastian flounced into the seat beside her, earning a wary look from Arthur Plummley, seated at the other side of the table. “MC, why are you lying to me?” He asked simply.

MC glanced toward Arthur, who seemed to be pointedly ignoring them. “Why would I be lying?”

Lowering his voice, Sebastian said, “We both know you’ve had all of those assignments done for ages. Even Sharp is impressed at how well you’re doing. You’ve always had time for Crossed Wands before.”

“Well, today I don’t,” said MC. “I’m sorry Sebastian, but you’ll just have to go without me.”

Sebastian gave her a knowing look. “You snuck out again last night, didn’t you? I can’t believe you haven’t been caught, or gotten yourself killed. What was it this time? Goblin encampment or crypt filled with spiders?”

“Ashwinders,” MC hissed. “I got into a scrap with some Ashwinders, all right?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Seriously? No wonder you look so rough this morning.”

MC scoffed at him.

“Well, you do,” he told her. His face softened. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” MC said quickly. “I’m just not going to Crossed Wands.”

“But you can’t miss out now,” Sebastian objected. “You might lose your place in the tournament, and you’re so close to winning.” He reached out to put a hand on MC’s shoulder, but she winced and pulled away.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Something happened last night, didn’t it? Why won’t you tell me?”

MC sighed. “All right. One of those Ashwinders did a pretty number on my arm, and I can’t duel with it. I’ll be lucky to get any of my class work done properly, really.”

“Why not go to the Hospital Wing?”

“I’d have to explain what happened to Nurse Blainey. I can’t afford to be in trouble for sneaking out at night.”

“Just lie,” Sebastian suggested. “Tell her you fell down the stairs or something.”

MC shook her head, grimacing. “It’s really not something I can explain away like that, Sebastian.”

“Merlin, is it really that bad?” A shadow passed over his eyes, and MC knew he was thinking of Anne.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” said MC. “Just need to take it easy, that’s all.”

Sebastian lowered his voice. “Let me see.”

“In the middle of the Great Hall?” MC asked, glancing around again.

“No one’s paying attention. Come on, I can’t help if I don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

Surprise settled on her face at his words. She hadn’t expected him to make her troubles his own so easily. But then, hadn’t MC done the same thing for him? That’s just what friends did.

Nodding, MC pushed up the sleeve of her robe, then carefully tugged the sleeve of her sweater back from her arm, trying not to brush her skin as she went.

It was like a burn, angry red marks snaking up from her wrist and across her forearm, disappearing beneath her sleeve. The worst of it seemed to be in the center of her forearm, most likely where the spell hit,

“It goes all the way up your arm?” Sebastian asked, brow furrowed.

MC nodded, making a face; the air against the burn was not making her feel any better. She was grateful when he nodded at her to pull her sleeve back down.

“I think I know what this is. I read something in a book when I was researching cures for Anne.”

Before he could continue, the clock tower struck the hour and MC looked up, swearing under her breath. “That’s the time? I have class!”

Sebastian jumped from his seat and out of her way as MC grabbed her book, stuffed one of the little cakes in her mouth, and fled for the door. Sebastian shook his head at her retreating form, wondering if all the teachers knew just how much work she was putting in to catch up.

—

For a moment, MC considered refusing Sebastian’s request to meet in the Undercroft. Last night’s escapades had left her thoroughly exhausted and her arm aching. She had barely made it through her classes without raising the suspicions of her teachers, and there had been a close call in Charms class. All MC really wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for three days. But it was important, Sebastian had said, so MC decided that sleep could wait a little longer.

When he heard MC entering the room, Sebastian stopped his pacing, waiting for her to approach. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “You look worse than you did this morning.”

“Thanks,” MC said dryly. “You said you wanted to show me something?”

“Sort of. Now, let’s see that arm again, shall we?” Sebastian asked, holding up a glass vial marked Essence of Dittany.

“Where did you get this?” MC asked.

Sebastian shrugged. “Nicked it from the Hospital Wing while Blainey wasn’t looking.”

“Sebastian!” MC exclaimed, disapproving.

“It’s the same thing she would have used on you if you went up there,” Sebastian said. “If everyone knew just what you’ve been doing to keep the school safe in your off time, they’d agree that you deserve it.”

“That’s an… interesting way of looking at it,” MC said slowly.

“The best way, if you ask me. Now, let’s see if we can get you back in proper dueling form.”

MC wriggled out of her robe and slipped her sweater over her head, leaving only her crisp white shirt between herself and the cool air of the Undercroft. She busied herself with its sleeve, never noticing the way Sebastian’s eyes lingered on her throughout every movement. Wincing again at the discomfort of the air on the bare skin, she presented her arm to Sebastian.

Sebastian frowned at the wound, his eyes flashing. “Please tell me you gave as good as you got.”

“Better,” said MC, with a rare self-satisfied smile. “I wiped out the entire camp.”

Sebastian grinned. “That’s my girl.” He shook the bottle of dittany. “Ready?”

MC nodded, and Sebastian pulled a full dropper of dittany essence from the bottle. His touch gentle, he supported her arm with his other hand, and she relaxed against his palm. With precision, he released a few drops onto the dark red center of the burn.

MC hissed as the drops made contact with her skin, and Sebastian looked at her questioningly. MC shook her head and said, “It just stings a little. I’m all right.”

“There,” said Sebastian, sounding satisfied with himself. “Let that sit for a while. It won’t be instant, of course, but we should see some improvement pretty quickly.”

In truth, it was already feeling better than it had all day. Once the stinging passed, a cold, almost numbing feeling spread through her skin.

“You’re a hypocrite, you are,” said Sebastian. “Calling me reckless and then getting yourself into trouble like this.”

“You can’t always be around to have my back, Sebastian.”

“Then you better make sure you come back in one piece.”

While MC cradled her arm to her chest, Sebastian let a single drop of dittany fall onto his fingertip. He gently transferred it to the cut on her cheek. Letting his hand linger there longer than necessary, his eyes locked with MC’s. Sebastian moved his hand to hold her cheek against his palm. “Promise me you’ll be more careful if you insist on going out there alone. Rookwood’s gang is dangerous.”

“I’ll do my best,” said MC, giving him a soft smile.

They stayed like that for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes without moving. Sebastian leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead. Even the chill of the Undercroft could not lessen the heat that crept up MC’s neck and into her cheeks. When Sebastian pulled away to look at her, his crooked grin reveled in the effect he had on her.

Which only made MC blush even more, because of how good that grin looked on him.

Suddenly MC brought her hand up to stifle a yawn, and Sebastian let his own fall away. MC felt the cold absence of Sebastian as he took a step back.

“Looks like the Dittany is doing its job, and you need some rest. Take a break from poacher hunting for a few nights, yeah?”

“Right,” said MC, putting her clothes to rights. She paused, a realization hitting her. “Sebastian… did you miss Crossed Wands for this?”

Pink flushed Sebastian’s cheeks, his awkward laugh all the answer she really needed. “You Hufflepuffs aren’t the only ones who can be loyal, you know.”

—

Notes: This was only lightly edited so excuse any mistakes!

Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow x mc #barely edited #hurt/comfort #I just love them together so much

[rose-pearls]

Snowball fight at Hogwarts

Summary: the annual snowball fight at Hogwarts is back and Remus is excited to play even if it against his girlfriend and Prongs sister.

Hogwarts is a beautiful castle but when snow covers the castle it’s even better. The snowflakes had been falling all night and the Marauders couldn’t wait to go out there for the annual snowball fight between houses. It was supposed to be something sneaky that the professors didn’t know about, but more people joined the tradition, and it was getting harder to hide it. 

At breakfast the Great Hall was abuzz with students talking about strategy and how they were going to win the snowball fight for their house, there was a prize at the end, and no one wanted to lose. 

Sirius and James were in a serious discussion with Frank about how to win the fight, surprisingly Hufflepuff was the house to fear during a snowball fight, so they were trying to think of what the badger’s tactics could be.

“Wait, your sister is in Hufflepuff. Why don’t we ask her?”, Frank seemed to think it was a genius idea, but James let out a sigh.

“I tried but she tells me that it’s top secret and none of my business.”, James is pouting at the memory and Sirius pats him on the shoulder with mock sympathy.

“And Remus?”, everyone turned to the boy who then looked up from his book.

“What?”, James seems to understand what Frank means and looks at Remus like he is Merlin himself.

“Moony, as much as I dislike you and my sister dating.”

Remus rolls his eyes at James antics. “You gave us you’re blessing.”, James doesn’t seem to listen too focused on his plan and just nods.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But if you ask her maybe she will tell you what their tactic is!”, Sirius and James have matching grins and are looking at Remus with a hopeful look.

“I am not going to ask my girlfriend that.”, the boys look ready to argue when a soft voice was heard behind him.

“Ask me what?”, Remus feels his shoulder stiffen but when she puts her hand on his shoulder, he relaxes.

“If it isn’t my favorite sister!”, his girlfriend rolls her eyes at her brother.

“Only sister. And I am not going to tell you our strategy.”, James groans and let’s his head fall on the table. She rolls her eyes, and she sits down next to Remus.

“Hey, you, everything alright?”, Remus smiles lovingly at his girlfriend while James is still throwing a tantrum.

“Better since you are here love.”, the blush on her cheeks makes him smile, even after a year he can still make her blush.

James let’s out a fake gag and sends them both a glare.

“I am trying to eat here, could you please keep it low.”, both roll their eyes at the boy who is faking a pout.

“And I was just going to kiss Remus, what a shame.”, she looks at Remus with a false sad expression and Remus has to stop himself from laughing.

“Well, I don’t mind.”, they both grin at each other and Sirius let’s out a laugh.

“Good, you are after all the one that has to mind.”, she then kisses him, and Remus enjoys having his girlfriend close to him and smelling cinnamon just like she smells like around Christmas.

“Ew! Please stop! My eyes!”, we break off the kiss to see James trying to hide himself behind Sirius who pats his shoulder.

“Drama queen.”, she rolls her eyes and Remus laughs at that. 

“Well not that I don’t enjoy your presence boys, but I have a fight to get ready for and to win.”, she sends them all a smirk and gives Remus a quick peck before leaving towards her table.

Everyone starts to get ready to leave the great hall and towards the courtyard. The rules were simple: only fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh year could participate, houses stay together, no use of magic allowed and the house with the most players that are left after two hours wins the fight. Everyone has their scarves to be able to recognize the different houses and as everyone is ready to start the Head boy and Head girl repeat the rules.

“If you are hit by a snowball, you are out! The color of the house that hit you will appear where you were hit and the more people you hit, the more points you get.”, everyone starts to get excited, and they start the countdown for the snowball fight.

All hell breaks loose as the countdown is finished and there are snowballs everywhere, hitting everyone in reach, tactics will be used later now is just the fun part. Laughter can be heard everywhere, and the different houses are trying to hit each other with the most snowballs. The group of students that were already hit have to leave the fight and receive a hot chocolate to warm them up.

After about an hour the courtyard starts to get empty and now, the real strategy starts, the Gryffindors are gloating because they seem to be more than the other houses while Slytherin is trying to come up with something to do as they are only 5 left.

After five minutes of quiet a snowball hits Snape right on the back of his hair and to everyone’s surprise a yellow color appears and a smug Y/N Potter looks at him. 

“That’s my sister!”, James has a large grin on his face, like Christmas came early and he is then hit with a snowball himself, once again yellow and from his sister.

James dramatically falls to the ground and Sirius goes to his side.

“Don’t leave me Jamie, don’t you dare we have so much time to spend together!”, Remus rolls his eyes at the two who are acting like he is really dying. 

“I will miss you Padfoot, goodbye!”, James dramatically stops moving in Sirius’s arm and Sirius let’s out a dramatic scream.

“No! James!”, everyone is laughing at their antics and then Sirius turns himself towards the Hufflepuff’s.

“You killed him how dare you?! Now that he is dead, I will have to die to! Kill me you awful people”, if an Oscar had to go to the most dramatic acting, Sirius would win. But Remus must keep himself from laughing at Sirius’s face when a snowball hits him in the chest, he looks like a fish out of water. 

Remus looks at his girlfriend who has red cheeks from the cold and a bright smile at Sirius’s antics. She then meets his gaze and gives him a soft smile which he gladly returns.

The fight continues for a few moments and only Gryffindor’s and Hufflepuffs are left. With fewer Gryffindor’s, but that didn’t mean that the fight was lost.

“Alright, we need to go there and attack them on their territory! We are brave we shouldn’t have to hide out here.”, everyone nods at Fabian Weasley who looks determined to win the fight. As they start to go towards the Hufflepuff’s they are hit with snowballs and most of them fall dramatically on the ground, Remus manages to slip unremarked before going behind his girlfriend and throwing the snowball on her back.

A quiet gasp leaves her mouth and James and Sirius cheer. He is immediately hit with a snowball himself and as he looks at his girlfriend, she just looks at him with utter love. 

“You are one sneaky man, Remus Lupin!”, he chuckles at that before softly caressing her back where the red stain is.

“Sorry beautiful, but the opportunity was too good not to take.”, she nods in understanding and brings him closer, beginning to shiver from the cold. Remus offers her his hand, and they leave to go to the others.

James smiles as his sister and him appear and when they are in reach, he claps Remus on the shoulder looking like a proud father.

“You made me so proud out there Moony, taking revenge on our deaths.”, Remus laughs a James’s antics while his girlfriend rolls her eyes at her brother’s antics. 

Just as she wants to say something the timer goes off and the Head Boy and Head Girl start to get everyone together.

“Alright, this was a dramatic fight this year,”, they both send a pointed glance at Sirius and James who are grinning like proud idiots. Remus wraps his arm around his girlfriend who sends him a smile over her shoulder.

“But the final winner is,”, everyone starts to drumroll on their knees to make the announcement more dramatic; and then finally

“Hufflepuff!”, the house in question starts to cheer and the rest of the houses groan in frustration before also cheering.

Y/N turns to him and brings him into a tight hug while having a large grin on her face. 

“We won!!”, Remus laughs and congratulates her while her friends come to celebrate.

“Well, we always have next year lads.”, James and Sirius look sad but smile at the enthusiasm of their sister.  

Most of the student body goes back inside and the Marauders are ready to do so when a snowball hits James in the back. The four of them turn around to see Y/N looking at them with a smirk and a snowball in her left hand.

“Who is ready for the final round?”, only their group is left in the courtyard but as they look at each other with a gleam in their eye, all bets are off and it’s everyone for themselves.

Remus feels a large grin coming on his face when he sees James picking up his sister and turning her in circles and Sirius who has a lot of snow in his hair but doesn’t seem to care. Everyone seems to forget the dangerous situation behind the walls of Hogwarts for a moment and are simply enjoying each other even when Sirius accidently throws a snowball at McGonagall, and she sends him one back. 

The memories keep playing that night as he holds his girlfriend who is asleep on his chest and the rest is talking softly while drinking hot chocolate. 

#remus x y/n #remus x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #the marauders

[pendragonsclotpole]

Uther Pendragon builds Camelot with swords and ashes. He fights, he conquers, he wins, he rules. For twenty years, his iron fist expands into the surrounding five kingdoms. He maintains a steady peace against the dark forces of magic which killed his wife. But twenty years is a long time, and Uther’s years have made him weak. Opportunistic rebels attack him during the anniversary of the start of his conquest, and leave the future of his reign uncertain.

His council assumes a regency, but as the days pass, Uther’s return to power seems more unlikely. Sharks surround Camelot and factions begin to build around the two most likely contenders.

Arthur Pendragon knows the weight of duty. As the king’s only son, his entire life rests on the order of things. He is a single spoke of an old, sturdy wheel that will spin on forever. Uther’s crown is his by right. No amount of wishful thinking will change that. When the fight for control of the crown begins, Arthur finds a wheel run ragged with the bodies of Camelot’s citizens trampled beneath it and betrayal in the form of family. All he wants is the return of his beloved sister and peace for his people.

Morgana Pendragon longs for her own sense of duty. Confined to the palace as Uther Pendragon’s bastard daughter, Morgana is not quite a princess and more than just a lady. Consequentially, the throne has never been a desire of hers, but the execution of a druid in Camelot’s dungeons reveals a hidden part of Morgana’s identity. The not-quite princess is left scrambling. Uther’s state leaves an opening for a regent—one capable of breaking the wheel. If only she could trust Arthur to be the hammer of that destruction.

Morgause Le Fay lives beyond the concern of duty. The last living child of The Earl Le Fay, she arrives in Camelot intent on resolving the issue of the regency and leaving behind the site of her father’s greatest sadness. A letter from her deceased mother changes everything. Morgause has a sister, one as magical as her, but embroiled in the political schemes of the Pendragons. For her mother, Morgause throws her sword into the melee, and finds herself struggling between the sister she loves and the young man who reminds her so much of a queen she once knew.

Merlin Emrys runs from duty. The druids say he is meant to be the other half to a great king. His is the restoration of magic to the land. Yet Merlin sees no great kings near him, just a spoiled prince and a lady with a heart of gold. An accidental rescue places him at the heart of Camelot’s palace hierarchy and shows him the Prince of Camelot might just be the regent he’s looking for. Arthur needs his help, and if working with the prince can lead to the return of magic, Merlin finds their partnership to be an acceptable price.

Schemes abound, worsened by the crafty maneuvering of Lady Morgana’s maid, Guinevere Smith. The daughter of a blacksmith, Gwen knows a thing or two about making hammers. But she knows much more about the kindness within Morgana’s heart. Gwen knows the palace better than anyone, and in the battle for the crown of Camelot, the will of the people may just win above all else.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, but uneasier lies the battle for the crown.

Or: I just started watching Succession and thought this would be an interesting fanfic.

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