#malcolm in slytherin | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sheeple · 2 months

Text

Heirs of Hogwarts | part 1

Genre(s): Nuisance to Lovers / Fake dating / Fluff / No Voldy au Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader Summary: After finding out your (now ex)boyfriend cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about, you decide to get into a fake relationship with the kid of another founder of Hogwarts. What could go wrong? Warning(s): Cheating boyfriend (Matt could never) / Matt is a cheeky shit A/n: Kinda tried something new with the notes. Lmk if you like/dislike it [Masterlist] [part 2] [part 3]

There is a certain expectation that comes with having a well-known surname. People expect you to act in a way that befits a Malfoy, Abbott, Prewett or any other name on the Sacred Twenty-Eight list. And while there is no person left who carries the Gaunt name anymore, a Riddle is as good as a Gaunt in the eyes of the Pure-Blood community.

The one thing nobody realises that also carries on for the ones who are literally Wizarding World royalty. Like you. A Hufflepuff. No, not like the house. But your surname is literally Hufflepuff. Helga Hufflepuff is your great-grandmother many times over. And it sucks.

You're expected to be the embodiment of Hufflepuff House. Be kind, be ready to help everyone who asks, be patient, be humble, be just, be good at Herbology. You hate Herbology! The dirt under your nails. The smell of the classroom. The way magical plants are not really safe for children to be around. I mean... hello? Mandrakes? Yeah, didn't think so.

And it's not like you're not all those things. You are kind, you do help others when asked, you are humble, maybe not as patient as you should be, and just. Just not all the time.

Like right now. Right now you are not patient with Hannah and Susan for hogging the bathroom. You've slept like shit and you are hungry. So, you've decided to go to breakfast without them and have them join you later. You can always brush your teeth after breakfast

As you walk across the common room, you greet your Great-Grandmother in passing. "Morning, Meemaw."

"Good morning my little Badger!", she calls after you cheerfully, earning a couple snickers from your housemates. You choose to ignore them and make your trek up the stairs in silence, giving every student who greets you a polite smile.

You don't even know half the people who call out your name when you pass them. They don't even use your name. Just a variation of Hufflepuff. Huff. Puff. Badger. Queen Badger — you really hate that one. You nearly punched a guy for calling you the Top Notch Yellow One. But to be fair, you were in an abysmal mood that day.

By now you've got a pro at tuning out the stares when you walk into the Great Hall. It's mostly the first years who stare at you with wide eyes and mouths agape once they learn who you are.

You plop down at a free spot and start to plate up some food and pour in juice. Just as you're mid-sip, you feel someone loom over you.

"Good morning", gets whispered in your ear before your boyfriend takes a seat next to you.

You hum and slump against his shoulder. Malcolm pats your head as he knows that is the best attempt at getting a response from you before you've got a semblance of food in your stomach.

Malcolm Preece and you have been dating for almost a year now. He's a year above you and on the Quidditch team. Your friends don't really like him — and if you are completely honest with yourself neither do you. He's too possessive. He always needs to know where you are and with whom. It also drives you absolutely up the walls.

It has always been expected of you to be in a respectable relationship by the sixth year. Even non-Slytherin families have that kind of pressure. Surprising hmm? You needed your parents off your back and Malcolm was there. Do you feel bad for the guy? Yeah, of course. And it's not like you don't care about him but it's more an obligation; the kissing and the touches and the handholding.

"Guess what", you grumble, whipping your mouth. Malcolm hums as he butters his bread. "My first class of the day is Herbology."

Malcolm laughs and shakes his head. He places a kiss on your hair before saying, "I know. You've been whining about it all last evening. Is there absolutely nothing you can find to enjoy about the subject. Or why don't you ask Sprout if you can drop the course?"

You give him a look. "You know I can't do that. Everybody in my family graduated top of their class and I am not about to be the first one of my siblings to royally piss off my parents. Amelia came close when she almost dropped Meemaw's cup."

Your boyfriend laughs but doesn't say anything else. Because your hate for Herbology doesn't come from your general dislike of dirt. It comes from the first thing you see when you walk into the glasshouse.

You share many classes with other houses. You also share many classes with Slytherin. That also means you share many classes with Mattheo Riddle. He's a pompous prat who likes to make your days worse for absolutely no reason.

Normally you sit on the other side of the classroom and ignore him and his friends. He's not above pulling your hair or bumping against you in the hallways. It's petty. And you have no idea why or how it started in the first place.

Herbology is the only class you actually have to interact with Mattheo. For the others you usually sit with Hannah or Susan. But Professor Sprout wanted to hustle up the usual groups and pair random students with each other. That's how you got stuck with Mattheo.

"What is it, princess? Scared a little mud will ruin your manicure?", he says with a shit-eating grin as you put on gardening gloves. You shoot him a glare but continue to tend to you Fluxweed.

"Looks like your Fluxweed can use a little manicure." You give a pointed look at the sad sprig that used to be a plant and continue to do your own thing. "That reminds me, we have to finish our report on Fluxweed. Do you have any time this week? I mean, between your busy schedule of pestering first years and tripping up Neville Longbottom."

You hear a snicker behind you. Hannah holds up her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter and you wink at her while Mattheo sends her a scalding glare.

"Sure", sneers Mattheo, "if you have any room between tea parties and snogging that sad sack you call a boyfriend."

"I don't have-", you want to interject but you know it has no use. Only if Professor Sprout wouldn't be hoovering around you all the time you would have 'accidentally' stomped on his feet.

You turn your back towards him and walk towards the supply closet, searching for a pair of shears. But Professor Sprout keeps them on the top shelf. As you want to grab your wand, a hand suddenly tugs at the ribbon in your hair.

With a gasp, you whip around and you are met with Mattheo's chest, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He gives you a bored look before turning around and walking back towards his table.

You shake your head and turn around. When you want to Accio the shears to you, you see that they've been placed on the shelve at eye height. Huh.

Once your classes before lunch are finally over you walk out of the classroom with a smile as you spot Malcolm waiting for you. But your smile soon falters at the person standing next to him. Gladys Prescott stands way too close to your boyfriend. She's twirling a lock of hair with her finger as she laughs obnoxiously at one of Malcolm's jokes. They're great, but not that funny.

When you first started dating Malcolm you voiced your questions about his and Gladys' relationship. You were under the impression that they were dating because of how close they were. You and your friends were surprised when he asked you out on a Hogsmeade date.

The worst thing is that Malcolm swears nothing's going on between the two. That they're just friends. But the way he looks at her and treats her makes you glower. It's not that you're jealous. Just... you don't want to get berated by your parents for choosing the wrong partner.

"Ready?", you plaster on a wide smile, clutching your books in your hands.

Gladys and Malcolm look like they are snapped out of their little world before Malcolm registers that it's you and he returns your smile. "You don't mind if Gly joins us, do you?"

You turn to the girl, who gives you a fake ass big smile. "Of course not. The more the merrier! Now, tell me about your morning."

The two of them speak more to each other and don't bother to include you. Resting your chin on your hand, you look around the Great Hall. Susan and Hannah are doing their Prefect duties so they are unable to join you for lunch.

Tuning out Malcolm and Gladys, your eyes flicker to the other students who are enjoying their lunch. You suddenly make eye contact with Mattheo over at the Slytherin table. He raises his brows at you. You mimic his expression before continuing with your surveying. But when you look back he's still looking at you.

His expressionless eyes flicker towards your boyfriend and Gladys before back to you. He raises a single eyebrow at you, silently asking if you tolerate it.

You send him a pinched look back before zoning back into the conversation. Malcolm and Gladys are laughing loudly and Gladys has a hand clasped over his. The hold on your fork tightens and you swear you feel it bend in your hold.

You stand up abruptly. Gladys and Malcolm pull their hands away like they're burned and look up at you. "I'm... I have to ask Professor Slughorn something before class begins." You think up the excuse on the spot.

"Oh... Do you want me to walk you..?" Malcolm looks at you with big eyes.

But you shake your head. "No. I wouldn't want to pull you away from your fascinating conversation." You give Gladys a sickly sweet smile, which she doesn't return.

Instead of making a left once you leave the Great Hall, you keep on walking until you're at the edge of the forest. You survey if nobody's following you. With a deep breath, you crouch down and feel your bones and skin snap and pull.

One thing that nobody seems to know about Helga Hufflepuff is that she is a born Animagus. And she has given the ability to transform into a badger at will to all her descendants. The Ministry knows about it and every Hufflepuff descendant gets tested at age ten. By then most children are already used to the transformation.

And you love it. It helps you clear your head and release frustration. As of late you've been doing it a lot more.

Your little legs move easily over the forest floor towards your little burrow. You know, the Dark Forest isn't that scary when you're one of the animals. Mostly because you know which sides of the forest you need to dodge. Badgers are vicious but spiders are a paint in the butt.

The afternoon is spent frolicking in flower fields, munching on berries and nuts, and reinforcing the little stick bridges you made for your fellow badgers and woodland creatures over the many rivers that pass through the forest.

By the time you return to the castle, it's already dark and you're tired. You want to curl up in your bed and hear about Susan and Hannah's day.

But something stops you in your way when you pass a dorm. A whiney, feminine voice comes from Malcolm's room. Gladys. "For how long do you have to pretend to like that stuck-up brat?"

You inch closer to the door and peer between the crack. Malcolm and Gladys are on his bed, her between his legs and they're pecking each other's lips, naked. Your chest tightens at this display of intimacy Malcolm never wanted to show you. Too 'old-school'. Or so he claimed.

Malcolm hums. "I know, Pookie. But next year I'm graduated and I want a good job. If I manage to sit it out any longer Mr Hufflepuff might recommend me for a good position at the Ministry."

Anger bubbles from within you and you turn around, marching out of the common room. You ignore the calls of your name and keep on walking until you're outside and on one of the old defence walls of the school. Your thinking spot.

It doesn't hurt that he is cheating on you. You weren't blind. What hurts is that he is using you to get further in life. He's just like the others.

Your shoulders tense up at the sound of someone making them up the stairs and the smell of cigarettes. Great. You really need him to bother you right now.

Mattheo halts once he spots you sitting between the battlements, your feet dangling off the edge. He blows out a puff of smoke before sitting next to you. Out of politeness, he offers his cigarette. He doesn't expect you to accept it and take a drag.

"I didn't know you smoked", muses Mattheo as he watches you blow out the smoke mesmerised.

You glance at him while giving the cigarette back. "I don't."

The two of you stay silent, neither of you wanting or knowing what to talk about. Until it's Mattheo who breaks the silence. "What has the pretty Princess so stressed?"

"I'm not stressed." You opt to ignore the princess part for your sanity.

"Sure. And I can't talk to snakes. You're destroying your nailbeds", he points out and you look down. Your fingers are picking at the skin around your thumbnails. You've managed to make it bleed.

Sticking your thumb in your mouth to suck the blood away, you stare defiantly at the darkness that envelops the forbidden forest. "Malcolm's been cheating on me", you say after some contemplating, eyeing the Slytherin boy next to you.

Mattheo raises one brow unimpressed. "What?", he asks when you give him a look, "do I have to act surprised?" He dramatically fake gasps. "Oh, my Merlin! He did not!" He impersonates an American Valley Girl while covering his mouth with his hand.

You roll your eyes annoyed. Of course, you shouldn't have brought up the subject to Mattheo fucking Riddle. "Forget it if you're going to be a dick about it." You push yourself up and dust off your hands.

But Mattheo's hand around your wrist stops you and he leans back, his eyes somewhat apologetic. "No, don't go. I'm sorry. How did you find out?"

This time you raise your eyebrows. Mattheo Riddle never apologises. What in the...

Against your better judgment, you sit back, your hands folded in your lap. "I just came back and I heard him talk about it with Gladys. How he wants my dad to give him a good job when he graduates." You take a deep breath, the nicotine tickling your nose. "I had a hunch he was fooling around with her. But using me, that hurts, you know?"

He nods as you glance at him. Mattheo knows. He, just like you, is used to people only talking to or befriending him because they want something from him. They think getting in his good graces gets them somewhere. Absolutely not.

"You knew?"

You hum. Your fingers start to attack your nailbeds again as you think back to the many times you've had to bite your tongue. To keep face in front of the others at school. "I needed someone to keep my parents off my back. My parents expect all of us to have a steady partner by our sixth year. My siblings did it, but only the oldest actually had a girlfriend. The twins just told me to find someone to play the part."

A groan escapes you as you bury your hands in your face. "And now someone will rat to their parents about my break-up, who in turn tell my parents and then I'll get a stern letter about my future. This whole break-up is more an irritation than a heartache."

The Slytherin boy next to you is deadly silent. Why would you be so stupid to air your grievance to him? It's not like he cares. Standing up for real this time, you give him a curt nod. "Thank you for listening, Riddle. Best not to mention our meet-up with anyone, alright? Goodnight."

You make your way back towards your dorm and crash into your bed. Pressing your face against your pillow, you try your hardest to forget today.

But as suspected, sleep doesn't come easily. Or not at all. And you feel like a zombie walking towards breakfast, your friends giving you worried looks after you explained what happened last night — minus the Mattheo part.

"I swear if one more busybody comes up to you to say they're sorry", grumbles Hannah as she gives the students around you glares. She balls up her fists and punches the air in front of her. You and Susan chuckle while students around you look at her weirdly.

It's the worst when you enter the Great Hall. The general breakfast noise quiets as your peers start to whisper when you pass them. You keep your eyes focused on a far-off point until you are at your usual breakfast spot.

The three of you eat mostly in silence. Hannah and Susan try to engage you in a conversation but you just play with your food.

"Can we talk?"

You tense up and drop your fork. Slowly, you turn around and look up at Malcolm. He has a guilty look on his face and it angers you. "I don't know. Can we?" You cock your head condescendingly to the side.

You turn back around and start abusing the piece of toast on your plate. Malcolm lays a hand on your shoulder but it gets promptly ripped off by Hannah. "I strongly advise you to back off."

Malcolm scoffs, looking down at the girl who stands protective in front of you. "Or what? Can't I speak with my girlfriend?"

You slowly rise and turn around to face the prick. "Don't speak to her like that, you insufferable twat. You best believe my dad will make sure you won't get a job anywhere in the Ministry, not even as a wand polisher", you bare your teeth, your chest raising rapidly. The Great Hall has fallen silent, watching the exchange.

"You little bitch." Malcolm's jaw ticks and he balls a fist. But the voice of a teacher stops him.

"Mister Preece, I would strongly advise you to step away from Miss Hufflepuff if you don't want to lose your position on the Quidditch team." Professor McGonagall comes striding from the teacher's table, where they could have seen the interaction between the two of you clear as day.

Malcolm's eyes flicker from you towards the professor and back. "This isn't over", he grumbles before leaving the Great Hall.

"Thank you, Professor." You give the woman a small smile as you collect your schoolbag. She waves you away and you grab both Hannah and Susan's hands, dragging them out of the Great Hall, the stares the whole ordeal created starting to creep you out.

Hannah grumbles all the way towards Charms how's she going to 'beat his face in the next time he dares to look at you'. Susan and you share a look but you're glad you've got Hannah to look out for you.

It's again Hannah who sends glares around as the three of you take place at your usual spot — upper bench all the way at the end. That way the three of you can whisper among each other without bothering anyone.

The class goes as usual before a paper bird lands before you. You look surprised to the other side of the classroom. Mattheo Riddle is already looking at you and miming for you to unfold the bird.

You raise your brows at his note. He has such a chicken-scratch handwriting.

"What is it?", asks Susan in a whisper, leaning closer to you to read the note. A soft gasp escapes her and she looks over at Mattheo. Who's eyes are still trained on you, by the way. "Since when are you and Mattheo Riddle sending notes to each other?!"

"Since never!", you hiss, "what time are we done today?"

Hannah looks up from her book. "Three. Why?" She snatches the note out of Susan's hands and her eyes trail over the words. "He needs to fix his handwriting, my brother in Christ. Is 'Fluxweed report' some kind of secret code?"

You snort and swat her chest, earning a smug smile from the girl.

"I think it's rather romantic", says Susan, the hopeless romantic that she is.

A grimace forms on your face. "What is so romantic about finishing a Herbology essay?"

Susan sighs exorbitantly as she rolls her eyes. "You're officially single now! Free to go and explore and find someone who you really like! Mattheo obviously has seen his chance and took it!"

You and Hannah look at Susan as if she just swallowed a flobberworm. She gives the two of you an exasperated look. "What?! Isn't it like so romantic if the two descendants of Hogwarts founders end up dating? I bet ten galleons that he asks you out on a Hogsmeade date."

You huff out a breath. "Fine. But if he ends up humiliating me I'm going to enjoy those ten galleons with all my heart. Now, what do I write him back?"

"Oh! You should ask to meet at those tables at the back of the library where nobody really comes. That way you two could really cosy up."

You turn towards Hannah, feeling betrayed. "I thought you were with me on this?"

Hannah shrugs. "I'm always down for some drama. Besides, he has been staring at you and I always wondered when he would make his move."

"Since when has Mattheo Riddle been staring at me?", you ask genuinely shocked.

"Since like forever! He always manages to look away just in time. You were also too busy with him who we won't name. Bad joojoo."

You ignore Hannah's observation and pen an answer back.

You wait to send it towards him when Flitwick isn't looking before chucking the balled-up paper towards the other side of the classroom and hitting him in the face.

You clasp a hand over your mouth while you and your friends stifle your laugh. Mattheo unfolds the paper, his eyes following every letter you wrote before he shows a thumbs up.

"Dibs on being you guys' child's Godparent", whispers Susan with a grin and you elbow her in the ribs.

You try to bring your focus back to Flitwick, but you keep on glancing back at the curly-haired boy across the room. Has he some sort of plan to ask you so publicly to study? What is his motive? It can't only be studying, right?

Throughout the day you've grown quite nervous about meeting Mattheo. If it wasn't for your stupid friends and their stupid words you wouldn't have thought about this afternoon like any different from any other Herbology class.

For Merlin's sake! You just broke up with your boyfriend and your friends are already pushing you onto the next. You wanted to take it slow for a while and enjoy the rest of your year without the worry of having to please a guy!

You fix your hair and uniform behind a bookcase as you see Mattheo already sitting at the table. With a curt breath and nod to yourself, you walk up to the table and take place in front of him. "Hi. Sorry if you've been waiting for long." You send him a small smile as you grab your book and notebook out of your bag. "It takes more time than I imagined to get from Divignation to here."

Mattheo gives you a half-smile and waves away your apologies. "Don't worry. I just got here too actually. So... what needed to be in that essay again?"

The two of you work together surprisingly well. If Mattheo isn't throwing his snide remarks around anyway. You also don't feel the need to be as snappy as you usually are with him. It's actually... nice? For once.

As you're writing the last part of the essay, you feel his eyes on you. You look back up and raise your brows, silently asking what his deal is.

"I was thinking", he begins.

You let out a chuckle. "That's dangerous."

Ignoring your quip, he continues, "you need your parents off your back, right? And I imagine that you would like to smite Preece after that embarrassing stunt he pulled this morning."

You lean back with your eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't quite call it that. But continue."

Mattheo licks his bottom lips as he instead leans close to you, his voice softening. "Go out with me. Just a couple of dates so that you're seen with me. You know it will drive him nuts seeing you move on so quick."

You contemplate it for a moment or two. He is right. Malcolm always was a bit too paranoid for your taste when you talked with a boy.

He hums. "So you agree?"

"What do you out of it? This all is a bit too suspicious."

He laughs and he runs his tongue over his teeth. "You don't believe me that I'm just content with having a pretty girl by my side?" When you shake your head he grins. "Smart girl. Maybe by 'dating' you, it will pull Preece's attention away from Quidditch and they'll lose the cup."

"So I'm sabotaging my own house?", you muse, your eyes flickering between his own.

Something seems to falter inside Mattheo's eyes for a second before a teasing smile grows on his face. "Well, you can't have everything princess."

Huming, you fall back into your chair. "Sure. When and where will our first 'date' be?", you use air quotations when you say date.

"I've heard that Saturday is going to be a sunny day."

"Sure. Eleven okay? We could meet up in the Clocktower courtyard. That way a lot of people see us leave together."

And with that, quite casually, your totally not fake date with Mattheo Riddle is agreed.

Taglist (bold means I couldn't tag you): @mylosz0 @kermits-bitch

631 notes · View notes

cerseimikaelson · 2 months

Text

Why is there literally no fanfiction about children of Athena that AREN'T Annabeth?

Before you all hate me, Annabeth is great. She is awesome and I love her. But Cabin 6 is supposed to be one of the biggest at Camp, and the only other Athena child Rick has mentioned is Malcolm Pace.

Only people who get this will get this, but children of Athena are technically Ravenclaws. So imagine what it would be like to throw a Slytherin child of Athena in their midst.

Still smart, but emotionally so. Cunning, resourceful, an excellent manipulator, body language expert, who gets under people's skin whilst smiling like spun sugar.

(I can't add bullet-points for whatever reason, but here are some absolutely canon facts for you)

Instead of being afraid of spiders, when they try to bite them OC offers them insects to chew on and asks them for tips on weaving and lockpicking because there isn't really that much of a difference, right? And the spiders are so confused but eventually spread the word that this Athena child never hurts them, so OC gets permission to go to Australia during spider season and returns with a spider familiar named Natasha (forget owls, OC has a black widow in their corner) that throws Cabin 6 in chaos.

Instead of praying to their mother for help because they have figured out Athena isn't interested in any other child whose name isn't Annabeth anyway, OC prays to the minor gods and goddesses, because they have done their research and realize just how outnumbered the 12 Olympians against the OVER 100 minor deities are. OC prays to Eros, Eris, Hebe, Eileithyia, Tyche, Nemesis, Iris, the Nereids, Melinoe, Charon, Kairos, Horkus, literally anyone that's ever been ignored in Greek mythology.

And the minor gods are so confused a demigod child of Athena knows their names, let alone prays to them, and they start visiting OC, and eventually get roped in hanging out with them because OC is witty and draws people in because they know appearances matter and makes an actual effort to be likeable.

And so Hebe braids OCs hair and Melinoe takes them out on rock festivals and the Nereids volunteer to clean the beach with them and eventually Eris is won over and makes OC apple pie (DON'T TELL ME THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN, APPLE OF DISCORD ANYBODY??) on their birthday which of course Athena doesn't acknowledge.

And OC gets free pass into the Underworld and when Hades asks them what in his name they are doing there, OC takes out an invitation to Charon's birthday party that Hecate is throwing and shows him the Italian suit they and Eros picked out for Charon.

And OC actually bribes someone (maybe Mr D) to tell them where Auntie M's Garden Emporium is and waltzes in and APOLOGIZES to Medusa because SHE WAS A VICTIM and Athena BLAMED HER. And Medusa is so bewildered by this kid that presents her with Dior sunglasses and a Hermes headscarf (because OC is best friends with Psyche and the Graces and they appreciate the importance of good taste) and their pet spider that's actually a massive fan, but eventually semi-adopts them because OC needs some good role models in their life.

And eventually word reaches the Olympians and everyone is like, "are you sure this kid is Athena's?" because OC fell behind on Ancient Greek to learn hieroglyphics instead (because of course you aren't the only gods around!) and always watches the movie before reading the book.

...... Did I just write a book?

#percy jackson #athena #children of athena #pjo #camp half blood #does anyone want me to write this #because I am actually considering it #cerseimikaelson #give me your opinions #rick riordan #percy jackson series #fanfiction

13 notes · View notes

justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

Text

Masterlist - 2023

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Fanfic Friday 4/28/23

A Rose By Any Other Name - George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black Daughter) Reader; fluff, slight angst

Vet Bills - John Wick X Female (Vet) Reader; fluff, mini angst

Party Games - Steve Rogers X Loki Odinson; fluff, slight angst, Pocky Challenge

Chocolate Surprise - Loki Odinson X Thranduil; fluff

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Alphabetical List -- Updated on 4/28/23 (newly added George Weasley, John Wick, Steve X Loki, and Loki X Thranduil Fics above and below)

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you wanna read them

↑ My Fanfic Masterlist is located on my page, or click here "X Reader Masterlist" Or click on the fandom titles below for the specific Masterlist and/or Character

For Requesting Rules, click here "Request Rules" You may request as many times as you like, as long as you stay along the lines of the said rules above

(Here is a list of songs for characters that inspire me! "Songs"

(Requests Are Open!)

DC | Gotham - Bane (Hardy), Bruce Wayne (Bale), Bruce Wayne (Keaton), Bruce Wayne (Pattinson), Bruce Wayne (Val), Edward Nygma (Carrey), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jason Todd, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Murphy), Klarion Bleak, Maxwell Lord, Richard Grayson, Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz

CR | Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Ella (Cinderella 2015), Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun

Harry Potter - Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel | X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, John Allerdyce, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Peter Parker (Tom), Pietro Maximoff, Quentin Beck, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shang-Chi, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Vision, Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Wenwu

Star Wars | The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rey

Stranger Things - Alexei Smirnoff, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit / The Lord Of The Rings - Aragorn, Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Elrond, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Pedro Pascal -

(Pedro Pascal Characters Masterlist) (Let me know if I should add any more)

Kingsman - Jack Daniels - Included/Merge Mansion - Tim Rockford/The Last Of Us - Joel Miller - Included/The Mandalorian - Din Djarin - Included/Wonder Woman 1984 - Maxwell Lord

Miscellaneous -

Assassin's Creed - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Brothers Grimm - Jakob Grimm

BBC & Enola - Sherlock Holmes

Hell Boy - Red (Hellboy), Abe Sapien, and Agent John Myers

Encino Man - Linkavitch "Link" Chomofsky

George Of The Jungle - George

Ghostbusters (2016) - Jillian Holtzmann, Kevin Beckman

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy Rogers

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington, Hector Barbossa

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

X-Files - Fox Mulder

(If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to let me know!)

142 notes · View notes

howtomakelovestay · 1 year

Text

Harry helps Cedric to get the itchy paint off his face

at the Quidditch World Cup

Part 3

Harry, however, remained standing by his side.

“Do you need help?”

"Yes, please," he admitted, both embarrassed and worried that his face would be red from rubbing so much. And that was only half. “I can't take it off.”

"Did you suddenly have a change of heart?" Harry asked humorously, taking a piece of paper and dunking it slightly under the water.

That made Cedric laugh.

"Although the presentation of Bulgaria was interesting, no," he answered, stopping for a moment from trying to wash his right cheek to look at him. “What about you?”

"Always with Ireland, but Krum..."

“He’s really good.”

Harry nodded as he brought the cold paper to his other cheek.

Cedric stopped himself from taking a step back in surprise.

How had he thought Harry would help?

"This is kind of stuck to your face," he said with a frown and apologized for rubbing too hard. Cedric smiled, making the pressure build up. “It seems that it’s starting to fade.”

"My face will be red."

"More like orange," Harry pointed out. “Better than green.”

Cedric had seen his blond Slytherin classmate in the stands earlier. Draco.

He must have told Harry something, surely...

"You would make a good professional seeker," he commented, erasing the small frown from Harry’s expression. “Would you like to be one? Is that how you imagine your future?”

"No," Harry muttered immediately. “I don't imagine it like that.”

“Then how?”

"I guess I can't picture it at all."

They were silent for a few seconds.

Harry tossed the paper into the trash can and prepared another.

"Sounded a bit depressing, sorry," he admitted, starting to clean Cedric up again. Cedric was slightly leaning towards Harry. “Professional seeker sounds pretty good to me. And you?”

“I’ve never considered a future in Quidditch.”

It wasn't a secret or a confession.

“I could tell. You're good, but it doesn't seem like your style. The Ministry, perhaps? Like your father.”

"Maybe," he replied, thinking that this would hardly be his style. “Maybe some department… where I can make a difference. But I don’t think so. I think I would like something more related to medicine, helping people. Work in a wizarding or muggle health foundation. I don't know.”

The only person with whom he had shared this was Malcolm's mother, due to her work and evident knowledge in the muggle area. Harry's expression was one of complete interest and no trace of judgment, which relieved Cedric because he was afraid someone would think it was a bad idea.

Especially someone whose opinion he would appreciate.

"That sounds more like you."

The way Harry looked at him as he said that...

Their eyes focused on each other, his hand over Cedric’s face.

So close, and the warmth that invaded Cedric everywhere.

——————————————————————————

I needed to post one of my favorite fragments (I have a lot of them, I know ha)

Why I am such a sucker for scenes that take place in a bathroom?

#ao3 #cedric diggory #cedric diggory and harry potter #harry potter #hedric #writing #boy love #fanfic

37 notes · View notes

apolloanddaphnis · 11 months

Text

Poppies in October

DISCLAIMER: This story is fanfiction, names you recognize I do not own. Thems of tragedy are throughout the story, this chapter has mentions of suicide, self harm, smutty scenes, maybe bad judgment. The childhood background of the Black Brothers is influenced by @sufferingstarlight . Not proofread.

Pairings: Eventual Jegulily, right now it's Regulily.

Do not read if you're under the age of 18.

"It is no night to drown in:

A full moon, river lapsing

Black beneath bland mirror-sheen"

Lorelei by Sylvia Plath

-----------------------------------------------------

Chapter I

I felt so dizzy with anguish, I felt like teeth and fangs tore at my flesh ripping it clean off of my muscles and bones. I felt as though my blood dripped from my heart down the corridors, I couldn't see, tears blinded my vision. I couldn't breathe, oxygen was stolen from my lungs.

Everything felt meaningless, not even my usual comforts from Sylvia Plath or Anaïs Nin's words could save me from my own suffering.

I didn't even desire to pray at my altar to Cerridwen, for I think no one, not even the great Goddess, had a cure for heartbreak.

I've loved Marley since I was thirteen.

She used to always ask me what I was reading, I told her about my muggle books I carried with me everywhere as she would play with my auburn hair. She'd lay her head in my lap and I'd recite poems from Sylvia word for word from memory, as I played with her cropped hair.

When that bludger hit her, I healed her, not Madame Pomfrey. She kissed me under the bleachers and carved our initials in the wood, and I lost my virginity to her that night when Gryffindor beat Slytherin. We snuck out and she surprised me with a tent by the lake. She knew the squid wouldn't harm us, no creatures attacked when I was around.

Things did begin to get a little rocky after a bit, like when I asked her why she wouldn't tell her parents I was her girlfriend. Despite being perfectly nice people, and tolerable of me as just a friend of their dear Marlene, Malcolm and Elspeth McKinnon didn't like the idea of their youngest daughter having romantic ties to a Muggle-Born. It would ruin their perfect image as Scotland's strongest Wizarding family.

Yes, Slytherins aren't the only prejudiced wizards. Everyone else is just very good at hiding the arsenic in the sugar, most wizard folk aren't very comfortable with any sort of connections to the Muggle realm, they're terrified of exposure. As if there weren't superstitious muggles, my Nain used to tell me all sorts of Welsh folklore and superstitions. She lives in an old cottage in Gwynedd, a pagan lady who taught me of what people call the old Gods, Gods I know to still exist.

This world acts as if muggles are so ignorant of the existence of magic, clairvoyance is even something that is passed down from my mother's side of the family, The Castells are even rumor to have lineage that goes back to Pelleas, Nimue, and Rhiannon. My middle name is Nimue and my sister Petunia's is Rhiannon.

Marley didn't let anything convince her to go against her parents, I should have known then she didn't love me. I stopped hanging out with Sev for her, I started being mean to James Potter for her, and Cerridwen, did I feel guilty for that. Even though he was never nice to Sev, I found myself getting along with James and the Marauders, it's not as if Sev jumped to my defense when his friends called me a mudblood. For Arawn's sake, why am I always the one to have to make all the compromises and sacrifices?

Marley made me feel like a slag for finding James attractive, never did I think more than that or try anything, and James never tried to seduce me, just flirty comments here and there. But tonight, tonight I learned from her own lips, the lips that used to console me and make love to me, that she and Dorcas, my friend Dorcas, slept together. And to add insult to injury, she dumped me in front of all the girls in our dorm.

Two years I pledged my love to that fucking quidditch obsessed, Don Juanita.

I leaned my body against the castle wall, only to have one of the bloody paintings bitch at me that my crying is keeping them awake. What do they need sleep for? They're dead.

I threw myself off the wall and headed up to the Astronomy tower, desiring deeply to suffer and lick my wounds alone.

I didn't even want to sleep there anymore, I felt homeless.

I ascended the tower, tears flowing freely the moment my senses touched the fresh air of the sky. I ripped off the amethyst bracelet with a delicate M charm dangling, Marley got me that for our first anniversary. I stomped on it and watched it shattered into a thousand pieces like my heart.

What about me is so hard to love? Was I not supportive enough? Was I not always available whenever she wanted me? Am I not pretty enough? I thought of Dorcas's smooth, chocolate skin, her wide bedroom eyes the color of pure caramel, her waist length, dark coils and her elegantly slender body as if she were part elven. I can't compete with her, she's so even tempered and cool and elegant. I'm strange, erratic, crazy is what Marley called me after I just decided to chop off my red locks to a bouncy bob. I hate being called crazy, I can't stomach it. She prefers her girls to have long hair, well I'm not her girl anymore.

"Crucio!"

My heart stopped, my blood froze. Hearing one of the unforgivables was like nothing you can prepare for. My instinct was to stop it, stop that person from inflicting pain on the other. But when I ran to the scene of the crime, my eyes widened in horror for there was no one inflicting crucio on another, but none other than Regulus Black, inflicting pain on himself.

Crumpled on the ground, hunched over, sleeves of his black jumper rolled up to expose his arms, his distinct dark curls falling over his face. There was no mistaking the prominent cheekbones, his wand pointed to his wrist where blood dripped from slashes and now the word empty was brutally edged and woven into his alabaster skin.

Tears splattered and mixed with the seeping blood from his wounds. I held up my hand "arresto!"

Messing around on my own, I have discovered I can perform a little wandless magic. I have also discovered my ability to simply create the spell arresto , which can stop movement.

I was glad to see Regulus drop his wand with a gasp, shock colored his gray-green eyes as his head snapped up to stare at me in astonishment and then anger. I panted, that particular spell takes a lot out of me.

"Why?" He spat, his eyes darkened. "What in Merlin's name possessed you to do that?" He growled. "And how-"

I'm friendly with Sirius, and Sev, meaning that Regulus has always been around. I've attempted many times to greet him but he shied away from me often, probably because of my blood Status. Blood supremacy couldn't stop me from empathizing with the younger Black brother.

I understand what it's like, to feel the need to harm yourself to make you forget about the horrors of your reality. During the dark days, I'd burn myself by any means, there would be freedom in pain. But that isn't right, and to see him so unhappy and desperate enough to crucio himself….I felt protective of him, whether he wanted it or not, I will protect him, even from himself.

I made my way over and fell to my knees, taking his arm in my hold. "Evans, what the hell do you think you're doing? You stupid bitch, you've ruined everything!" He snapped.

I know he's upset, but my emotional wounds from Marley were still raw, and I selfishly wallowed in them. "I know." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Vulnera Sanentur." I spoke it softly, watching the word heal and gashes disappear into faded scars.

Regulus stared at me in bewilderment, his lips fallen open in awe. I felt myself blush. "Please, please don't tell anyone I can do that." I begged in a whisper.

His eyes bore into mine, his wet and red and glassy. "As long as you don't tell anyone I used an unforgivable." His voice was hoarse, no doubt from his screams of pain.

"How did you find me?'' He asked suddenly.

"I heard you." I said softly. His eyes widened. "That's not possible, I used muffliato, I'm no novice at charms."

"I know, you've earned the reputation as brightest of your year.'' He's a year below myself but i know what hes capable of, everyone does, plus I'm in the Slug club with him.

His eyes narrowed into slits in suspicion. "Not possible…"

"Well I heard you." I pointed out before inspecting His slender arm. "I understand, maybe that's why…maybe I heard you when no one else has or will because…I used to…"

His eyes searched me. "Go on." He urged.

Surprisingly I did, I couldn't stop myself tonight. "I used to burn my thighs…with enchantments, I can make my fingers hot enough to do it..smelling my burning flesh satisfied me like it was confirmation or something…"

I couldn't look at him as I said it.

"Why?" His voice was pained, I saw his hands reach, but I don't know for what. "Why would you ever do that to yourself?"

"Same as you, pain I couldn't possibly expose…" I swallowed salty tears and took a deep breath. "I missed Wales so much that first time, when…well, this woman would watch me while my parents were at work. She never paid attention to Tuney, my sister…just me. Always touching my hair, telling me how pretty it is, how pretty my eyes are, she liked giving me baths too much." It physically pain me to say this. I risked a look at Regulus, his expression horrified as if he knew what I was going to say. "Lily…"

I took a deep breath. "She did it all the time, touched me all the time. Guilted me saying my parents can't afford most sitters, she's the cheapest one…if I told them they'd feel like horrible parents. So I didn't say anything…" I choked out the last word. "Tuney was supposed to be at her friend Kim's, but she forgot her roller skates. She walked in on me on the couch, my knickers around my ankles…she was on top of me." I felt myself crumple just remembering it. Suddenly Regulus gathered me in his arms , I felt too clogged to cry. "I begged her not to tell mum and dad, she didn't but we had to get rid of her. " I looked up at him "Petunia told her if she ever returned she'd tell the police. We never saw her again but Regulus, I wish we told the police." I sobbed out.

"Oh Lily…" somehow, the sound of his voice, his long, dexterous fingers stroking my hair, and the smell of him calmed me. He smells like wintergreen, rose geraniums likd my Nain grows in her garden, and freshly fallen snow. I rubbed my nose into his jumper further. I balled my fists in the cable knit material that he no doubt spent galleons on, only to have the tears of a poor Muggle-born dampening it.

But he seemed to not mind, his lanky arms enveloped around me pulling me closer, making me feel warm and safe when I should be comforting him. "I hate…hate my life so much. My parents make it very clear that they never wanted children, that the purpose of having Sirius and I was only to prolong the noble house of Black." He sneered. "One toe out of line, any inkling of disappointment…you think this is my first time I felt the white hot pain of crucio? Mother has done it so many times its almost her way of giving a maternal kiss on the cheek." He spat.

My mouth fell open in horror to know a mother was capable of something so…evil.

I felt his body shake as he held back a violent sob. "Regulus…" I had forgotten all about my pain, looking up at this beautiful boy in so much anguish, I lifted my head and gently, slipped my fingers up his jaw, cupping his face gingerly. Our foreheads pressed together, his prominent nose brushing against my smaller one. His tears and mine dripped onto one another's skin. I took a deep, shaky breath. "You don't have to–"

"No, you shared your tale…you deserve to hear mine--y-you're the only one...who deserves…" I blinked back tears as he struggled to get the words out. I tenderly stroked his cheek with my thumb to wipe away the falling diamonds of tears. I licked my lips because the salty drops spilled onto my mouth, we were that close and Regulus seemed to notice. His eyes flickered to my mouth before looking down into my eyes. "I don't blame Sirius for leaving me behind. I'm angry at him for it, so angry that it consumes me as I watch him move on with a new family leaving me behind to deal with them." He hissed as more tears spilled. I wondered if Sirius was aware of his brother all alone and left behind. I felt angry for Regulus, this boy I hardly know but empathize with bone deep.

"But I don't blame him because…because I saw" he choked out. "I saw what my father did to him." I furrowed my brows in confusion, my lips parted. His eyes fell to my lips again and he parted his.

"Make me forget Lily, make us forget." He begged his ghostly verdant eyes pleading in desperation and distressed beseeching.

"What do you mean–" he cut me off with a desperate kiss, his mouth on mine so desperate it was almost violent in its mission.

It was the strangest thing but I felt like I could breathe again, as I inhaled this boy, as he swallowed me whole in the process of consuming me. I ached suddenly for something I've never had, his lips were bruising mine despite them being so soft. I tasted sweet spearmint on his tongue, and although it was slow it didn't make the kiss any less demanding.

His large hands grasped my hips and held my lower back, his fingertips brushed beneath my blouse, eagerly stroking my skin and I shivered violently. I moaned as he had me on my back and suddenly he was on top of me but it felt like he was everywhere all at once. His teeth gnashed on my lower lip, tearing at the skin releasing oozing red blood staining my teeth and spilling into his mouth. He moaned loudly and it was muffled by our starving mouth. I felt inhuman like some wolf-girl, sucking my own blood off of his tongue with ravenous behavior. I liked it, no, loved tasting myself on him, I did something to me.

I squeaked into his mouth as his large hands sank into my leggings to cup, possess, grope, my backside. I was too inspirit to feel my usual lack of confidence with my bum, it's known to be ample and I hated it. But The way Regulus almost painfully grasped and fondled it, while using it to leverage me closer to his body, convinced me he didn't mind in the least. I felt light headed, dizzy, like I my consciousness was fading and my breath was robbed from me. With a gasp from us both, he tore his mouth from mine panting heavily, looking feral, his eyes as wild as his curls that were usually tamed and slicked back. He looked like a man on the verge of what… I do not know..

He released my backside reluctantly, now palming my buxom breasts through my oversized blouse. His nostrils flared and he kissed my neck emitting a squeal from me, going right for my weakness, straight to my Achilles heel. I made the most embarrassing of moans as his tongue, teeth, and lips made a meal of my poor sensitive neck. My eyes rolled back and he murmured almost in tears against my skin. "Merlin, you smell so good. Why do you smell so good?" He begged.

I couldn't give him an answer, I didn't know or understand. I just tugged in his Apollonian ringlets with another pathetic cry from my lips as I felt his teeth clamp down on my flesh as if he were a vampire and not Regulus. He made me feel desired and wanton when I wasn't, making me forget the ugly characters of my supposed childhood, replacing my thoughts, my senses with just him.

Suddenly, he had ripped my blouse off, the loud clatter of buttons hitting the wood made me painfully aware that my breasts were no longer hidden and that there was something hard and large pressing into my inner thigh. I've never done anything with boys before, James Potter was the first boy I felt attracted to and thought of when alone. I usually feel attracted to girls more, soft, pretty girls and hard handsome girls. But when I pushed my hand beneath his thick jumper, and I slid my hand up his flat stomach, stealing a shiver from his throat, and there were no peaks, no breasts blossoming there, but flat plains of pectorals. It piqued my sexual curiosity. "Oh…" I made a soft sound of wonderment. "I've never….not with a boy…"

He looked down at me, his angelic curls falling in his statuesque face,a thick and beautifully arched brow bent elegantly up in an intrigue arch before a soft, rakish smile stretched across his mouth attractively. Was it strange to find it pairing so nicely with his bloodshot eyes? Scarlet veins appeared from the result of bloodcurdling sobs…just like me. "I've never been with a girl before…" he gently brushed my blouse off my shoulders, the crisp October Scottish night kissed my skin, leaving behind paths of goosebumps. My sun-kissed color of summer is fading away into my peaches and cream complexion. His gaze hungrily gobbled up the sight of my exposed flesh, eating the appearance of my large breasts that never are bound by a bra. He grasped them, his breath tickling them causing my rosy nipples to harden and pebble. "So perky and…" he squeezed, ripping a gasp from me. "Soft." The word disappeared in my bust, his soft, wet mouth buried my cleavage. I wrapped my legs around his waist rocking my hips against his, our groins rubbing eagerly together in desperation. His pink tongue licked around my breasts, sucking now as if he were starving for months. He rutted into my clothed center. I heard a tear and looked down to see where his hidden hardness was, the material of his trousers now had an obvious rip and revealed the gray of his briefs.

But I didn't have much time to look, I cried out his name when he suckled my nipple into his wet, hot mouth as he twisted the other. The pain that had me cry out turned into a euphoric sensation that reached my core. He switched his mouth to the other, his teeth clamped down on my sensitive buds and I let out a sob of a mix between pleasure and pain. I rolled my hips feeling such intense throbbing and electricity betwixt my thighs.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I couldn't even form words.

"No!" He growled and before knew it he flipped me over, onto my stomach. "Not yet, you're not going to cum yet." He pulled up my hips so that my arse was in the air and with his bare hands, he ripped open my leggings revealing my lack of knickers. I could feel my click dripping down my folds down my inner thighs and I heard him whine, actually whine, fuck it was so hot. "Merlin, you're dripping, you're actually dripping." I gasped with a cry feeling two long fingers one with a ring, rubbing and swiping against my slobbering bits.

"Hngh!" My tongue lulled out of my mouth, I was drooling and my eyes rolled back.

Regulus gripped my backside and spread my cheeks before burying his tongue inside of me. "Fuck!" I whined. With that he penetrated his tongue deeper inside of me, wiggling it around inside of me. I grasped for something anything to hold on to as he sucked my labia inside of his mouth, slurping lewdly. My breasts scraped against the floor as I screamed in wild abandon. I felt like a maenad at a bacchanal, participating in hedonistic rituals to please her God. My very own Dionysos was drinking and slurping my essence like it was the wine of the Gods. Not even. Marlene ate me out with this much enthusiasm, he was going so fast. I felt his aquiline nose nudge inside of me and his teeth grazed my bundle of nerves. "Fuck, i-i can't!" I choked out.

He rolled my clit around in his mouth and I was begging in a language I didn't understand and neither did he, it was informable words after all. My eyes crossed and he didn't stop torturing my bud as he sank two ring-wrapped fingers knuckle deep inside of me. He went right for it, pounding deeper and and deeper hitting my spot, his fingertips grazing that spot aggressively almost painful. "Ow-ugh-yes! Yes! YES! PLEASE!" I begged. I was actually begging for his permission like my pleasure wasn't mine, but completely his. It felt so nice to have someone else responsible for me.

"I'm going to let you cum Lily, you know?" His voice was soft but had an edge to it, like he was doing everything in his power to restrain himself. "Because you deserve to feel good for once, we deserve to feel good for once." He hissed, angry for us, someone was angry for me. He grasped my throat with his other hand, the cold metal of his rings hit my throat and he squeezed gently. My heart raced as his other pair of fingers pounded faster inside of me as he rubbed every part of me down there. With his grasp on my throat he forced me to look up at him. I stared up at his intense expression, high on the emotional rollercoaster of the night and the pleasure of this moment, intoxicated by him. "Open."

I knew he meant my mouth and I did so. "Such a smart girl." He gently squeezed my throat and I fluttered around him, squeezing his fingers at his gentle praise. He hovered his mouth over mine and dripped his spit into my mouth. I swallowed and he brushed his lips against my ear. "Cum." As if I was imperio'd, I released on command, flooding his fingers. It was like a spillage, a waterfall, so much spilled I could hear it make a mess on the floor.

I collapsed, falling into the comfort of darkness.

---

@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls

#jegulily #regulily #james x lily x regulus #james potter #lily evans #timothee chamalet #regulus black #timothee fanfic #the marauders

23 notes · View notes

endlessly-cursed · 8 months

Text

Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Seven: Sacred Purebloods

A/N: Another chapter done! This one wasn't my favourite for obvious reasons, but I enjoyed the ride and writing Prim again after months of block. Please read the TWs before reading. Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose meets a certain pureblood... and its concept

TW: There is a verbal bullying scene, reader's discretion is advised

OCs featured: Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Roxie Haley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Georgia Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Henry of Alderly, Malcolm and Estelle Stolberg-Burke

MCs mentioned: Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

Primrose’s time at Hogwarts had been enlightening and fascinating so far. She had heard tales from her father over the summer, but they did not do justice to what she witnessed so far. She had also had made good friends, and she walked with them as they chatted, save Danny, who was a bit quiet, but again, so was she, too starstruck by such a magnificent architecture, Norman architecture if she wasn’t wrong.

“’Ey, lady, hurry up if you want to catch a good seat in Potions’ class!” Shouted Siobhan Llewellyn, her dormmate.

Dormmate. It was an odd thing, really. Her status had never allowed her to share her bedroom for more than one weekend, which was excitingly new for her. She nevertheless welcomed the adventure and journey of it.

With an encouraging smile from another dormmate, Roxie, she came into the greenhouse, beautifully decorated with all kinds of plants and decoration of the sorts. She closed her eyes, holding onto the feelings. Sitting beside Roxie, she listened intently to the teacher, wanting to impress her.

She heard a giggle behind her, and found the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen so far: with beautiful dark hair, intriguing dark eyes and dressed in green robes, she looked over Primrose’s group and snorted, and Primrose, in her innocence, waved at her, which made her laugh even more. She frowned, not knowing what she did that was so amusing, but didn’t think of it.

After the class, she and Roxie commented the class and its teacher: it was certainly interesting.

As they crossed the doors to the flying class, the group of the girl bumped on them, laughing out loud. Primrose then understood that they were laughing at her. Roxie shook her head “Honestly, such arrogance only for blood.”

“Blood?” Primrose asked “Whatever you mean?”

“Don’t you know? About blood status here?” She frowned further. She had known status as the title and wealth one bragged about, and a bloodline, but blood per se? That was just nonsense! “Most of these Slytherins are purebloods, meaning their lines trace back to purebloods and even powerful wizards. Not one muggle has infected their blood.” She whispered “Some even marry within the family just to keep it pure!”

Primrose cringed, the thought of marrying her own blood making her skin crawl. There had been marriages between second and third cousins, it was not uncommon, but after the fate of the Habsburgs, everyone started marrying outside the ton, thank god. But it seemed like the wizarding society was much different, still deep in such prejudices. Was that girl laughing at her only because of her blood?

“Don’t pay much attention to it, though. It’s just nonsense!”

Siobhan pitched in “They’re all crass and arrogant. Dinna listen to what they say. ‘Tis all just bullcrap!” Primrose raised her eyebrows at such language “Pardon me. Force of habit.”

“It’s alright, Shiv. I was just caught off-guard.”

“Alright, everyone, gather ‘round!” The teacher called. Everyone but what she knew as the sultana gathered around the brooms. Primrose observed it, finding it curious and intriguing. “Excuse me, miss—,”

“Sultana,” she corrected, and Primrose swore she heard a snort “to you.”

“Right. Sultana, you ought to partake in the class like the rest.”

The girl scoffed, holding her head high “I will not partake in heresy. Do with that information what you want.”

“Sultana, if you do not engage in the class, I will have to send you to detention.”

The young sultana didn’t budge, facing off against the old teacher. Finally, they sighed, sending her away, though Primrose doubted that she would go to the dungeons.

“Right, everyone, I want you to hold out your hand and say ‘up!’.”

Some got it right, the girl among them, and after seven tries, Primrose got the hang of it “Up!” She commanded, and it came to her hand. She laughed, feeling victorious.

“Please, I got it in the first try.”

Primrose turned around and finally faced her “What is your problem with me, exactly?”

The girl sneered “Your blood is stained with Muggle blood. Poor of your father, going as low as a mud-blood.”

“Call me what you want, I do not care, but watch your tone when you speak of my mother.” Primrose’s blue eyes were celestial fire.

“Or what?”

She grabbed her tunic and looked at her into the eye “I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the beasts in the lake.” Her tone was threatening and as cold as ice.

“Y-You’re bluffing.”

She got closer, nose-to-nose, and chuckled bitterly “Do I look like I am bluffing to you?”

Mandy was about to do something when a familiar blonde head grabbed her hand and pushed her down “Why don’t you mess with someone your own size, Parkinson?”

“Georgia?”

“Y-Your Grace…” Mandy breathed.

“Leave before I grab you by the hair.”

Mandy left towards her friends, tail between her legs, and Primrose embraced her friend “I did not see you at the welcoming feast!”

“We were both busy bees. Now, let’s get back to class before we get into trouble.”

“So, your family is all pureblood?” Primrose asked as they ate their lunch in the gardens.

“Yes, though unlike Mandy, we don’t usually brag about it. We are proud, but not at such level.”

“That is her name?”

“Mandy Parkinson? Yes.”

Henry soon found them and joined them, looking overwhelmed. Georgia looked at him curiously, but Primrose dismissed it “Harry! How was your day?”

“Well, it wasn’t so bad,” he nibbled on his lunch “though this is all… overwhelming. It’s good that I have you girls. And Lord Stolberg-Burke.”

They all agreed, and just then, the Stolberg-Burkes appeared into scene. Greeting everyone, Malcolm joked “I heard my name and thought, ‘good heavens, what have I done now?’”

Everyone chortled or laughed, and Primrose admitted “We were just commenting on how thankful we are that you are not a pureblood like Mandy.”

Malcolm’s mouth twisted “I feared you’d learn about it the wrong way. It is true that the ideal of the pureblood supremacy is common, but many other purebloods don’t think it that way. They even scorn it, like the Gaunts.”

Primrose looked at him curiously “Do tell me more.”

“Well, do you know Ominis Gaunt?” He asked.

“Yes. He’s got quite the set of eyes.”

“Primrose… he’s blind.”

Her cheeks turned crimson “Oh… that does make sense.”

“And the Sallows, they are proud as well, but the eldest, Sebastian, scorns it as well. You see, simply because one or a few fit into the mould, it does not mean that it applies to everybody. We do have our pride, just like you do. The British nobility is infamous, but you do not fit into said mould, do you?”

“Of course not!” She was honestly offended that he’d even doubt it.

“There you have it. There is always more than meets the eye, we just have to be willing to see it.”

“Couldn’t have described it better.” Estelle smiled.

“Not to mention that Henry is the great example that royalty is not all proud and stuck-up people who marry each other.”

“Georgia, no here!” He mumbled, looking around, seeing if anyone overheard.

As the conversation moved elsewhere, Primrose realised that, purebloods, like nobles, had ranks within them. Some families’ ‘purity’ was mire sacred than the ones who weren’t free of Muggleborn blood, just like nobles who hadn’t been ‘soiled’ with lower classes blood or a rank below a viscount, or the ones who had married for love rather than status. One could choose whether to try fit the mould… or choose your happiness and what brings you joy.

And she wouldn’t let an entitled brat take away her experience here.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose gray #roxie haley #siobhan llewellyn #henry of alderly #malcolm stolberg burke #estelle stolberg burke #oc: mandy parkinson #oc: nilufer sultan #mywriting*

10 notes · View notes

annerbhp · 2 years

Text

Apparently I’ve been on A03 nearly 17 years now, with only one year in there where I didn’t post at least a chapter of a fic. My A03 account currently has 986,328 hits overall. I wonder if I can get to a million hits before the end of the year? Wild. In celebration, here is a list of fic with the most hits in each year I’ve posted to AO3:

2006 -

five ways Sam Carter got pregnant (SG-1, Sam/Various, cw: non-con)

2007 -

Egeria’s Legacy (SG-1, Sam/Jack) Tok'ra trouble is brewing and Sam gets caught in the middle.

2008 -

String Theory (SG-1, Sam/Jack) Dr. Samantha Carter joins the SGC and discovers a life she never expected.

2009 -

The Raggedy Edge (SG-1/Firefly, Sam/Jack, Daniel/Vala, Malcolm/Inara, Kaylee/Simon) During a rescue mission gone awry, Sam and Jack end up stranded in another galaxy where they find themselves passengers on a ship called Serenity.

2010 -

Compliance (SG-1, Sam/Jack) Carter has always been good at following orders.

2011 -

we build then we break (and build up again) (SG-1, Sam/Jack) Sam’s last mission on SG-1, and the life that follows.

2012 -

No fics!

2013 -

Entropy (CSI, Gil Grisom/Sara Sidle) They've been here before. "Forget Me Not" Post-Ep.

2014 -

Reparations (Leverage, Maggie Collins, Maggie&Sophie) Maggie sees the world differently now.

2015 -

Life is What Happens (Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny) It's their life, and they'll do what works for them. It's not like they've ever particularly cared about rules.

2016 -

Hard Day’s Night (SG-1, Jack-centric, Sam/Jack, cw: domestic terrorism) Jack always knew that desk was going to be the death of him, just not quite so literally. When Homeworld Security comes under attack, Jack discovers he hasn’t lost his edge, or his team. Set post-Continuum.

2017 -

The Changeling (Harry Potter, Ginny-centric, Harry/Ginny) Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.

2018 -

we can’t control (watch me unfold) (Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny) It’s a simple arrangement. Between her grueling quidditch schedule and his mysterious auror duties, Ginny and Harry find time to have spectacular sex with no strings attached. It’s incredibly uncomplicated. Except when it isn’t.

2019 -

lips long parching (Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny) Going solo to her ex’s wedding is not exactly Ginny’s idea of a good time, but thanks to a smuggled flask and a rather sullen Harry Potter, it’s about to get a lot more interesting.

2020 -

in my head we do everything right (Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny) It’s not as easy as it sounds, going from hypotheticals to reality. Harry and Ginny navigate life after Hogwarts. Third in the Armistice Series.

2021 -

my kingdom come undone (The Untamed/CQL, LWJ/WWX) --if I am doomed to death, then at least I could be killed by you-- Wei Ying has lost control and there is only one person who can stop him. It's Lan Wangji’s greatest fear unfurling right in front of him.

2022 -

break upon your shore (The Untamed/CQL, LWJ/WWX) Wei Ying’s attention has chased Lan Wangji since the first day they met—relentless, unforgiving, his eyes always looking. One day Lan Wangji can’t help but look back. (WIP)

#annerb fic #retrospective #fics with most hits #don't think i didn't notice all my porniest fics are in there #lol #doing this makes me feel better about my writing desert lately #it's okay #look how much i've accomplished #and how i will always go back to lower case poetic titles #one million hits #can i get there?

67 notes · View notes

iwouldlovetobreackitoyou · 24 days

Text

Chapter Sixteen: "Get. Lost."

It was as if the weather couldn’t get any worse. Every day seemed to drawl on longer and longer as the first Quidditch match seemed to loom over every house at Hogwarts. We found out on Tuesday that we were to verse Gryffindor in the first Quidditch match of the year due to a certain Slytherin Seeker needing more time to rest his injured arm.

Thursday evening came with a horrendous thunderstorm, but that didn’t stop the Hufflepuff team from Quidditch Practice. I could barely see through the rain while it pelted down on me as I flew through the sky on my Nimbus 2000. I was soaked to the core and freezing as I successfully caught the Quaffle heading straight for my head, even after I almost slipped off my broom in the process.

“Watch it!” I yelled over the rain as I threw the Quaffle just outside of Malcolm Preece’s reach, making him dive to catch it. I flew over to Cedric Diggory and hovered there for a moment as we watched Malcolm and Heidi Macavoy throw and catch the Quaffle.

“I see we have company.” Cedric said as he folded his arms and gestured towards the stands. My eyebrows scrunched together as my head swivelled over to where he was looking to. I first caught sight of an umbrella, and below that umbrella was none other than Fred Weasley. He sat there quietly as he watched me and Cedric hovering together.

My cheeks heated up despite the freezing weather just knowing Fred was hear alone to watch us practice. It’s not unheard of that he would come and watch me practice, but he would usually be accompanied with either his brothers or even Lee Jordan for that matter.

“What? Are you shy now?” Cedric teased beside me which earned him an elbow to his ribs that he laughed off.

“All right!” Cedric called over the downpour and everyone turned their attention to our Captain. “We’re gonna practice how far we can throw and catch the Quaffle.”

“How far?” Heidi asked as she flew up to us.

“Aim for the Goal Posts.” Cedric said as Heidi passed him the Quaffle. We all flew to the Goal posts in the pitch and allowed Malcolm to be the first team member to practice his throwing and catching skills. The more we stayed out here, the colder it got. At least when we were watching Malcolm and Heidi throw the Quaffle between each other the rain started to let up a little.

It was soon Cedric and I’s turn to throw the Quaffle and I volunteered to be the first one at the goal Posts. The rain started to become heavier as I waited for Cedric to throw the Quaffle. I could barely see through my goggles that were meant to help me see through the rain.

I allowed my hearing and sharp eyes to seek out the Quaffle heading straight towards me, successfully catching each time before Cedric called for us again instructing us that each of us will throw the Quaffle and chase after it and catch it. I watched as Malcolm, Heidi and Cedric all took turns before it was my turn to fly and catch the Quaffle.

“You ready, Azurielle?” Heidi asked as she bounced the Quaffle in her hand.

“Born ready.” I said with determination, and with that, Heidi threw the Quaffle and I was racing after it. The Quaffle was getting too far away, getting closer and closer to the edge of the pitch where Fred was sitting. I could hear the rain splatter against the Quaffle as I continued to fly after it. I was nearing the stands now and I still haven’t caught the Quaffle, but I knew I would catch it by the time I reached Fred, it would just be a very close call.

The air was whipping dangerously cold against my cheeks, but I didn’t care as my ears picked up where the Quaffle was. Before I knew it my eyes were now tracking the Quaffle as I pushed my broom beneath my feet and drifted above the stands. As my broom swung around I raised my hands high above my head and caught the Quaffle.

“Yeah, Azure!” I heard behind me. I whipped my head around and saw Fred’s over exaggerated cheering. This brought a wide a toothy smile from me as I looked at Fred through my goggles. I giggled at him as I was basically standing upright, along with my broom. Fred gave me a wink and I couldn’t tell if my cheeks were burning from the wind and rain or from his wink.

“Fancy meeting you here!” Fred said over the rain. I swayed on my broom and looked back over at him in surprise, then I couldn’t control the wide smile that spread across my face.

“Fancy indeed!” I said to him before turning back to the pitch, Quaffle in hand. I pushed my broom back down and headed back to the team to continue practicing.

It was a lot warmer in the Hufflepuff Changing rooms, especially after swapping my soaked Quidditch robes for a much warmer jumper and dry socks. As I was pulling my trench coat over my shoulders Fred appeared in the doorway to the changerooms, shaking the water droplets off his umbrella.

“Hey, Fred.” I greeted as he walked over.

“Hello, Azure.” Fred said as he leaned against the locker next to me. We stayed silent for a while as I put my Quidditch robes into my locker.

“Why isn’t George with you?” I asked through a smile. “Afraid to get wet?” I teased and Fred chuckled softly.

“Jee I hope not if the weather’s like this on Saturday.” Fred said and we made our way to the changeroom entrance.

“Merlin, it will definitely be a spectacle,” I added as we stood in the doorway and watched the rain absolutely bucket down. ”You still got that umbrella?” I asked as I wrapped my trench coat around me. Wordlessly Fred opened the umbrella and held it above us. We gave each other one last look before entering the downpour.

The walk back up to the castle felt like it took an eternity. All I could focus on was our elbows brushing against each other and our close proximity under the umbrella. With each contact our arms made my heart fluttered

As Fred and I made it to the castle, Fred walked me all the way to the Hufflepuff common room. I had long discarded my trench coat by this point, which Fred insisted that he carried until we got to the common room. But as we reached the barrels, I felt almost disappointed that I couldn’t spend anymore time with him tonight.

“Well, this is me.” I said as I looked to the barrels and took a deep breath as Fred held out my coat. When I reached out to grab my coat that was folded over Fred’s hand, our hands brushed together. My heart skipped a beat when Fred didn’t pull his hand away, but instead held my gaze.

Fred’s chocolate brown eyes bored into my hazel green one’s as we stood planted in place. The warm lantern light danced in his eyes and I swear I saw a hint of pink that dusted his cheeks. My breath hitched as all I could think about was that Fred wasn’t pulling away or making a well-timed joke to ease the tension.

Fred cleared his throat before dropping my coat into his hand. I felt my cheeks burn as I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.

“I’ll see you later then.” I farewelled before holding out my wand to the barrel that was two from the bottom, in the middle of the second row. But before I could tap out the password Fred quickly grabbed my left hand. I turned around with slightly raised eyebrows and noticed Fred’s face resembled that of a tomato.

“D-do you-um…” Fred said shakily, as if nervous to tell me what was on his mind. This came as a shock to me as Fred has never once been nervous or shied away from me. “Would you like to grab a Butterbeer the next time we go to Hogsmeade?”

“What d’you mean? We always grab a Butterbeer when we go to Hogsmeade.” I said to him in confusion. Fred’s shoulders slackened ever so slightly.

“I mean-like,” Fred said but seemed to grab hold of his courage. “I mean just the two of us.”

“Oh,” I said as realisation washed over me, then a toothy smile spread across my face. “I’d love to.” I said to him earnestly.

“Brilliant.” Fred said with an equally wide smile. He stood up a little taller, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I told him as I tapped out the password and watched as the lid to the barrel slid open, revealing the cozy inside to the common room. After I stepped through the barrel, I turned back and watched as it closed up, savouring the last moments I saw of Fred before the barrels completely sealed up.

Friday went by faster than expected and soon I was found myself in company with Tara, Charlotte, and Abby on our way to Defence Against the Dark Arts. As we entered the classroom with a few Slytherin’s, all noise was extinguished as our eyes landed on Professor Snape standing at the front of the classroom. Confusion and surprise would be an understatement for what we all were collectively feeling.

We all sat down silently compared to our more enthusiastic racing to our seats to begin the lesson. We were learning about Ghouls but my mind kept trailing back to Remus. I knew the full moon was coming this Sunday, and even I was feeling the effects of it.

It was the quietest it had ever been in a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. I was distracted and utterly bored to say the least as Snape’s monotone voice echoed throughout the classroom. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Remus until he was feeling better. Despite the last time I had seen Remus was only Wednesday, it felt like a lifetime without having an interesting lesson from any subject as Quidditch was all about which we could think.

It was like a breath of fresh air when Defence Against the Dark Arts concluded and we could all escape to our last classes for the day. I met back up with Fred and George for our Library session which flew by in an instant. Dinner and my night-time Astronomy lesson with the Ravenclaws became a blur of stars and moon charts, and before I knew it, I was already back in bed.

My mind was buzzing with anticipation for Quidditch tomorrow. It felt like forever since Quidditch season could finally kick off. All I needed to do now was wait until the morning.

I was back in the Hufflepuff changing room tightening my shin guards. We were all hyped up by Cedric’s pre-game speech and soon we heard the stomping of feet and cheering as the rest of Hogwarts started to enter the Quidditch stands. We all grabbed our brooms and headed for the Quidditch pitch. Before we left the changing room I slid my goggles over my eyes before the seven of us walked over to the centre of the pitch.

Cedric and Oliver Wood shook hands and it appeared that Oliver was grinding his teeth subconsciously.

“Mount your brooms!” Madam Hooch howled over the wind and on cue, we all jumped upon our brooms, all becoming more antsy by the second. We all watched closely as Madam Hooch brought a whistle to her lips and paused dramatically before she gave it a mighty blow. It’s ear-splitting noise echoed around the pitch and we were sky-rocketing upwards.

I rose up quickly and took hold of the Quaffle. Despite my broom being dragged by the wind I raced over to Gryffindor’s goal. My ears picked up a Bludger heading my way on my right, and at the last second I barrel-rolled to the left and passed the Quaffle to Heidi who was flanking me.

I was already soaked to the bone by this point. You couldn’t even hear Lee Jordan’s commentary over the wind and rain, all you could hear were your teammates next to you and Bludger’s whizzing past.

This Quidditch game had been going on for hours at this point and the scores were twenty to thirty, with Gryffindor in the lead if I was keeping count properly. It was hard to focus on points when I was so busy trying not to get thrown off my broom by a Bludger.

It was growing darker and darker by the second and the storm above seemed to go from horrendous to torrential. The amount of times I had almost been thrown off my broom by another player was ridiculous. The rain was becoming so unbearably thick that I almost succumbed to a Bludger straight to the face.

A flash of lightning lit up the pitch and shortly after we heard Madam Hooch’s whistle scream. I looked around in confusion to Charlotte and Malcolm before we all landed back onto the pitch.

“What’s happening?” I asked loudly as Cedric came running under a large umbrella at the edge of the pitch.

“Wood called for a time-out.” Cedric said and all of us looked slightly relieved to be out of the rain, but annoyed that we couldn’t continue playing.

“Is he scared of the lighnin’?” Tara asked as she pulled her goggles onto the top of her head. All Cedric could do was shrug and we all caught our breaths due to the intensity of the game and with the adrenaline pumping through our veins.

We all watched as the Gryffindor’s shuffled around before Madam Hooch’s whistle sounded, and like lightning, we were streaking across the sky in canary yellow.

As Cedric continued ascending through the open air, Malcolm, Heidi, and I all fell into formation to perform Parkin’s Pincer. Heidi and Malcolm body slammed Angelina Johnson between them, who had the Quaffle in a death grip. As I swerved my broom back around, I made a beeline for the three as I tried to psyche out Angelina to drop the Quaffle.

I was thirty seconds away before I would crash into Angelina. But only then did I see fear strike her face before she threw the Quaffle upwards and she dived towards the ground. I rose up and caught the Quaffle and heading straight to the Goal posts.

As we neared closer to the goals I caught sight of Oliver performing a Double Eight Loop to defend the Goal Posts. I watched as he went and noticed he flew slower in front of the left Goal Post. I raised my arm up high above my head and threw the Quaffle to the Goal ring. It went through and now I knew that the scores were finally even.

My hands were going numb and I was seriously regretting not wearing my Quidditch gloves. There was a lot more whizzing back and forth from both teams before I watched Harry sky-rocket after Cedric who disappeared behind the heavy clouds above. I was shocked for all but a moment as a Bludger snagged the end of my broom and I was then spinning out if control.

Us Chaser’s soon fell into a dance of passing the Quaffle around. Gryffindor scored twice more and Hufflepuff scored once again. It started to become colder and darker with each goal made. It was soon close to impossible to see. Even with my heightened senses and impeccable vision, the rain was too thick and the wind was too disorienting.

As I was making my way back across the Quidditch pitch, I was caught dead in my tracks as I saw a broom fall from the sky, closely followed by someone in scarlet robes. I didn’t know who it was but all I saw was Cedric reappear from the clouds holding his arm in the air. All I could look at was the falling Seeker-Harry.

He was falling too quickly and I was too far away to even attempt at catching him.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dumbledore stand up amongst the staff and raise his hands to the sky. His mouth move but the wind cancelled out any noise as Harry’s plummeting slowed at an alarming rate.

I watched as Harry slowly lied on the muddy ground. His scarlet robes were turned black as he lied there, then I watched as Madam Hooch and Madam Pomfrey raced across the Quidditch Pitch to where Harry was.

All of us raced down to the ground as Harry was put onto a stretcher and was rushed off back to the castle.

“Do you reckon he’ll be okay?” I asked aloud and Charlotte looked over her shoulder at me.

“He didn’t really hit the ground so…” Charlotte trailed off as she rubbed the back of her neck. She then rested her Beater Bat on her shoulder as our team, except for Tara and Charlotte retreated back to the change rooms.

“We’re going to the Hospital Wing.” George said with Fred in toe.

“Is Harry already there?” Charlotte asked him and we all headed for pitch exit.

“He would be at the rate they’re going.” George answered and we all made our way back up to the castle.

The Hospital Wing was lit up by lanterns and echoed the howling wind outside. Alicia Spinnet was shaking from the cold and all of us looked as if we just jumped headfirst into a swimming pool. We were all huddled together and around the bed Harry was on as we waited for Harry to wake up.

“lucky the ground was soft.” Fred said before I elbowed him hard in the ribs. “Ow!”

“Rude!” I said to him in disbelief. As my eyes landed on Fred, I only just noticed how white he looked under the mud and his hair stuck to his forehead due to the rain.

“I thought he was dead for sure.” Tara said grimly and I shuddered at the thought of a dead body hitting the bottom of the Quidditch pitch.

“But he didn’t even break his glasses.” George said in disbelief. Then we all stilled as Harry stirred on the bed. The movement was so subtle that if you weren’t watching him, you would’ve missed it.

“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Charlotte voiced what we were all thinking and Harry’s eyes snapped open. He looked around wearily as he took in our faces.

“Harry!” Fred said as Harry blinked groggily. “How’re you feeling?” Fred asked. We watched as Harry stared at him for a moment, as if recalling what happened to him above the clouds.

“What happened?” Harry asked as he sat up quickly. We all gasped as he picked up his glasses and put them on.

“You fell off,” Fred said. “Must’ve been-fifty feet?” Fred said unsure of himself.

“We thought you died.” Alicia said as she shook in place. Hermoine then held back as sob as I rubbed her back next to me. She had cried the whole way back up to the castle thinking Harry was died on that pitch. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tear tracks were hidden from the water that dripped down her face from the rain.

“But the match, what happened? Are we getting a replay?” Harry asked and the whole room fell silent. Harry looked at us in concern before disbelief fell over his features. “We didn’t-lose?”

“Diggory got the Snitch.” George revealed. “Just after you fell. He didn’t realise what happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square…even Wood admits it.” George explained. Even I felt guilty for Hufflepuff winning. It didn’t seem fair.

“Where’s Wood?” Harry questioned as he leaned forward on the bed.

“Still in the showers,” Fred said glumly. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.” I rolled my eyes at this and looked at Fred with a quirked eyebrow and gave him a face that said ‘really?’

We watched as Harry buried his face in his knees before Fred gripped his shoulder and, quite literally, tried to shake some sense into him.

“C’mon, Harry, you’ve never missed the Snitch before.” Fred said in an attempt to cheer Harry up.

“There had to be one time you didn’t get it.” George commented.

“It’s not over yet,” Fred started. “We lost by a hundred points , right? So, if Hufflepuff lose to Ravenclaw-“ I elbowed Fred once again but he ignored me. “And we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..”

“Hufflepuff’ll have to lose by at least two hundred points,” George continued.

“But if they beat Ravenclaw…” Harry started sadly.

“No way, Ravenclaw are too good-“ George said.

“We only play to have fun, not to win.” Charlotte said defensively and George grimaced at her as she folded her arms over her chest.

“But if Slytherin lose to against Hufflepuff…” George continued.

“It all depends on the points-a margin of a hundred either way-“ Fred said before he cut himself off when he noticed he was basically talking to a brick wall. Harry was staring down at the blanket that covered him and not reacting to anything that was being said.

Ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey told us all to leave Harry to have some quiet time.

“We’ll come and see you later.” Fred said to Harry. “Don’t beat yourself up, Harry,” Fred said more seriously this time. “You’re still the best Seeker we’ve ever had.” With that, we all left Harry in the Hospital Wing.

The Hufflepuff common room was alive with energy. We were all celebrating our victory and our qualification to the next round of Quidditch.

There was music blasting, Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey was, quite literally, floating around the room. Cedric was being held up by the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, me included. I didn’t even realise how thunderous the common room had become as I didn’t even notice that the twins had appeared.

After letting Cedric down and back on his two feet, I went over to where the drinks were pilling up. As I was picking what my next drink was, I felt two fingers tap my shoulders. I smiled and turned around to be met with Fred and George looming over me.

“About time you boys showed up.” I said to them over the music.

“And we brought drinks and prank items!” George said enthusiastically as he held up a bag full of Gods know what. A wicked smile danced on my lips as I looked between the two twins. They reflected my smile as we retreated to a corner of the common room with a bottle of Fire Whiskey.

Fred, George, and I schemed up some new pranks as the night progressed. The music either started to sound good, or it was just the Fire Whiskey finally effecting my system. I found myself on the dance floor witch Abby and Heidi as the Weird Sisters was blasting throughout the common room.

The three of us were all singing and dancing to the beat of the music when I was knocked about from behind.

“Hey!” I turned around and was alarmed to see Charles Beecher, a Slytherin I had Herbology with. “Watch where you’re going.” Charles said before shoving me backwards. I could smell liquor on his breath, but that was no excuse.

“You’re the one that bumped into me!” I said as I pointed a clawed finger at him. Charles then turned to face me fully and took a step closer. He was a fair few inches taller than me, which would normally be intimidating, but with the Fire Whiskey and mead coursing through my veins gave me an all new kind of bravery.

“What was that?” Charles asked rhetorically. I puffed out my chest and took a step closer to him.

“You. Bumped. Into. Me.” I gritted out and Charles’ little gang of Slytherin’s flanked behind him. I recognised Thomas Jordan, August Welsh and Henry Paddington all holding onto their respective drinks and looking slightly confused as they backed Charles, most likely tipsy and deaf due to the party.

“And why would I want to even be near a filthy halfling?” Charles asked in a derogatory way. I felt my hackles raising and my canines sharpening at his slur but felt someone standing behind me.

“Says you, ye string bean, gangly, wheat-haired, tight arse.” Tara said through her slurred speech. But despite her lengthy insult, I saw from the corner of my eye that Fred was wading through the crowd towards us.

“Yeah, imagine being a pure blood and also a mudwallow.” I bit back and I saw Charles become alarmed. He thought I didn’t know his little secret about being fascinated by the muggle world, and even loving the simplicity of their lives.

“At least I’m a pure blood.” Charles said in a final tone, and before I could get my next insult in, Fred stepped between me and Charles, shouldering him backwards as he basically became nose-to nose with him.

“I wouldn’t be so proud to be a pureblood if your entire gene pool was filled with pretentious gits,” Fred jabbed and there was a deadliness in his tone as he stared down Charles. Fred significantly towered over Charles and I watched as his arrogant façade faltered for a moment. “So, I think it would be a good idea if you and your little goonies backed off.” Fred said lowly. Charles was about to have the final say before Fred cut him off.

“Now.” Fred said in a final tone. Charles looked around Fred at me with menacing eyes.

“It must be nice to your boyfriend to protect you around every corner.” Charles said.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said and I swear I saw Fred’s shoulders slacken. “At least I don’t need the entirety of Slytherin to make myself feel powerful.” I jabbed and Charles blanched at me.

“Get. Lost.” I growled before Charles and his three goons followed him out of the Hufflepuff common room.

The common room was so loud and so full of people that no one, except for the people involved, noticed our little spat. I was breathing heavily from the adrenaline pumping though me and saw that Fred was in the same boat as me. I took a deep breath to calm myself and watched as my claws turned back into fingernails.

“You didn’t have to stick up for me,” I said to Fred softly. “I can fight my own battels, y’know.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to.” Fred said as he lifted the bottle of Fire Whiskey he was holding up to his lips. After he took a swig, he offered me the bottle and I took it gladly. “Plus, he’s a humongous prat anyways.”

We retreated over to a settee in a corner of the common room and shared the rest of the Fire Whiskey bottle. The world tipped as the last of the bottle slid down my throat. My head then rested against Fred’s shoulder heavily as I watched the room buzz with energy. He then rested his head on top of mine. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not but I decided to intertwine our fingers.

Fred stiffened against me but eased back into relaxation as the party continued. I thought back to how Fred stood up for me. Usually, he lets me figure my own conflicts, standing back and watching as a smug smile would take over his face, but he decided to step in. It wasn’t unheard of. It was kinda hot.

My face flushed and I felt Fred shift beside me. As I looked over to him we came nose to nose. We froze for a second. Neither of us moving as we stared into each other’s eyes.

I watched as Fred’s cheeks dusted pink and his breathing quickened. I knew I appeared the same. Fred gave my hand a squeeze and that unknown emotion that I used to see flicker across his eyes was on full show for me in that moment.

Infatuation.

Fred then laid his arm on the back of the settee which made me fall into his side. A cheeky smile graced his lips and the world spun around me.

“Fred…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling quite warm and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was now tucked under Fred’s arm or because I was completely flustered.

“Azure.” Fred answered gingerly. Any thought that I had hold of disappeared. I never thought I’d love how my name rolled off his tongue, or how much I wanted his tongue to explore my-oh my Gods Azure, calm down.

“What’s happening right now?” I asked him. Fred’s head turned back to me from the full common room.

“Well George is getting absolutely schooled in arm wrestling with Tara.” Fred answered and I looked over just in time to see Tara slam George’s arm into the table and the crowd around them roared in applause and laughter. I giggled but kept myself on track.

“No,” I started. Fred then turned to me again and two lines formed between his eyebrows. “What’s going on with us?” Fred stared at me as he tried to summon the right words.

“Whatever you want this to be.” Fred said genuinely. This completely caught me off guard. What I wanted was what is happening between us to progress further than just friends.

Word count: 4974

Last edit: 03.04.2024

Chapter Seventeen - Coming Soon!

Masterlist

#fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fred and george #fred weasley #sirius black #harry potter oc #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #madam pomfrey #madam hooch #dumbleodore #cedric diggory

3 notes · View notes

gaygryffindorgal · 9 months

Text

the goldcrests; elyan goldcrest

elyan was born in the 13th century to aegar the uncrowned and kerina slytherin. his family had long been embroiled in a bid for power over all wizardkind and thus he grew up surrounded by politics and warfare. elyan's younger brother was theodric, born under the prophesied comet and thus his father always favoured him, raising him to one day take over the rebellion, although he was the younger son. elyan had a strong military mind and he commanded his father's army. he was also intelligent and better suited for leadership than his brother. elyan and theodric didn't get along, and elyan resented theo for being the chosen one. despite not having been born under any comets, elyan had the affinity for fire magic that ran in his family ever since the days of vela the blood-witch and eadric spinebreaker. he was also a parseltongue from his mother's side. when elyan was 18, his family was attacked by a group of vampires sent by his father's enemies. elyan and theodric were both turned into vampires, while their mother was killed. their father aegar was not present at the time of the attack but began feverishly searching for a cure for vampirism when he found out. eventually, he was left with no choice but to cast a spell on his sons to make them sleep so the secret of their condition wouldn't spread. he continued looking for a cure until his death. elyan and theodric were left under the enchanted sleep, only waking up hundreds of years later in the late 1870s, when they were discovered by proteus gaunt, a member of their mother's line. his blood awakened the brothers and they rejoined society, attending hogwarts again. while at school, elyan changed his name into elian and began using his grandfather's old epithet goldcrest as a surname. he befriended malcolm stolberg-burke and primrose gray as well as met and fell in love with a muggleborn hufflepuff by the name of henry of alderly. the two were together until henry's death decades later. as the years passed and the brothers didn't age, they went by several different names and identities. elyan's goal was finding the crown his father and grandfather had worked on, a proto-deathly hallow that could offer anyone who wore it unlimited power. they attended school again in the 2000s, once albus dumbledore was out of the picture (due to his interest in the deathly hallows). elian continued serching for the crown and faced opposition when others, such as gabriel grimm also tried to get his hands on it. despite the rocky start to their relationship, elian and gabriel did eventually get married. as for theo, elyan always had a complicated relationship with his brother but ultimately they loved each other and knew the value in working together.

elian belongs to @potionboy3

#elian goldcrest #i literally cannot write everything that happens to him he has too much lore #hphl #hpma #hp founders era #*mine #*goldcrests #actually i vote for elian as the king of all wizards #is the timeline fucked? yes #we're just ignoring it #and besides elyris lived to be like over 200 years old or some shit so it's FINE #elian you don't get to marry henry but instead you get to marry this bitch who is even more unhinged than you are good luck!!#these tags are getting out of hand #he's my favourite character ever

9 notes · View notes

eddysocs · 5 months

Text

Introducing: Catalina Hervosa

Fandom: Legends Of Tomorrow/Arrowverse

Face Claim: Felicity Jones

Full Name: Catalina Melanie Hervosa

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Cat, Catty

Age: 28

Myers Briggs Type: ENFJ

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Love Interest: Malcolm Merlyn

Occupation: Executive Assistant

Collections: Pens

Style/Clothing: Catalina loves donning designer brands and is a massive fan of the little black dress. She finds black to be a timeless color and it makes her look chic and mysterious, so that’s what she mostly wears.

Signature Quote: "What’s in it for me? Oh, don’t you worry about that."

Plot Summary: Catalina is a long time admirer of Malcolm Merlyn. Ever since she began working for Merlyn Global Group, she’s had her eye on him. But Malcolm is a troubled man. He’s lost so much and when he entrusts Catalina with information about retrieving what is known as The Spear Of Destiny, she’s prepared to help him achieve his goal, even if it means changing the world and losing her place in his life. At least she’ll have gotten the chance to work alongside him and get a taste of the real Malcolm Merlyn.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @bossyladies, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw

#oc: catalina hervosa #fc: felicity jones #fd: legends of tomorrow

3 notes · View notes

dhr-ao3 · 6 months

Text

To the Victor Go the Spoils

To the Victor Go the Spoils https://ift.tt/BDo50Pa by WritingFicariously She's been eying him all year; who wouldn't with his easy grin and the way he fills out that Quidditch uniform. It's time she makes her move -- she just needs a bit of liquid courage first. Words: 2319, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of 23 Days of Thanks Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Malcolm Baddock, Stewart Ackerley Relationships: Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Party, Quidditch, Enemies to Lovers, In Vino Veritas, Drinking, Slytherin Common Room, Silly, Pining, liquid courage, Drunk crying, Kissing, Cute, Not Beta Read, background dramione, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/zWJ2NPk November 06, 2023 at 04:14PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

2 notes · View notes

governmentofficial · 1 year

Text

@omniishambles (Mycroft & Malcolm, HP AU)

It the first weekend of the new school year. So far, it was going as should be expected. Asides from his school work (which, unsurprisingly, he was finding rather easy), Mycroft had mainly spending his time rescuing lost first years (even more so than previous years, given his new Head Boy role) and getting on top of the little homework he had already acquired. That left his weekend open for other activities - specifically, doing a little research.

Mycroft was a boy that was curious about a great many things. Constantly ahead of what he was officially being taught, he’d started doing his own research years ago. The library was a great resource, but recently he’d become interested a few matters that he could not read about there.

That was where Malcolm came in. He and Mycroft got on well enough (were they friends? Mycroft was not sure, but he had never been particularly clear on that kind of thing) and, being muggle born, the other boy knew about things that Mycroft had never even heard of. Of course, most of them weren’t worth knowing about. Some of them, though - well, Mycroft would never admit it aloud, but some muggle things were worth knowing about.

“Malcolm, what do these symbols mean?” As Mycroft sat down opposite the other boy at the breakfast table, he wasted no time in handing a diagram over to him. It was of something called a ‘circuit’. Last term, he had seen it over the shoulder of a Muggle Studies student in the library and it had occupied his mind all summer. Obviously Mycroft couldn’t just go out and buy a book on the matter (his father would never allow such a thing), and he didn’t want to risk being seen asking the Muggle Studies professor about it (that could do a some serious damage to the reputation of a Slytherin), so, logically, Malcolm was his best option, no?

“They remind me of primitive runes. Is it a code?”

#queued;#omniishambles #lmk if this doesn't work #I wanted to give Malcolm a chance to be smart about something he'd have learnt about in primary school #but that Mycroft doesn't know about at all haha

5 notes · View notes

lcnebcnes · 7 months

Text

❛❛ susan bones . ❜❜ ― 💫 ― born just before the end of a war, you faced a lifetime of loss before you’d hit double digits (death would become a lifelong companion)... forever determined to be a light in a seemingly dimming world, kindness can defeat cruelty and love will overcome hatred (of that you are sure)... a family in power places you high on a list you’ve never wished to be named on, a target on your back in the upcoming battle (you can survive this, you must)...

BASICS.

full name : susan lucinda bones

name meaning :

susan : hebrew | “lily of the valley”

lucinda : latin | “light”

bones : old norse | “river that runs through a settled valley” & “promontory, headland”

nickname / alias : sue, suze, suzie

title : miss

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : pansexual

date of birth : april 24

age : 23

zodiac : taurus

place of birth : braemar, aberdeenshire, scotland

accent : scottish

languages : english, latin, gaelic

species : witch

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : abigail cowen

height : 5′7″

eye color : blue

hair color : ginger

glasses : n/a

MEDICAL.

mental : adhd, insomnia, depression, anxiety, paranoia, survivor's guilt

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : empathetic

negative traits : resentful

hobbies : singing, crocheting, watching quidditch, baking, dueling, learning new offensive and defensive magic

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents :

malcolm bones; father

isla bones, née mcphail; mother

siblings : n/a

extended family :

amelia bones; paternal aunt, deceased

edgar bones; paternal uncle, deceased

gillian bones, née taylor; aunt via marriage, deceased

duncan bones; eldest cousin, deceased

graham bones; middle cousin, deceased

freya bones; youngest cousin, deceased

kenneth bones; grandfather, deceased

fiona bones, née adair; grandmother, deceased

children : n/a

pets :

echo [flammulated owl]

MAGICAL.

blood status : half-blood

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

wand : pear wood with a unicorn core 12 ½" and quite bendy flexibility

patronus : hedgehog

boggart : lord voldemort

amortentia : tba

BACKGROUND.

quick facts :

can perform nonverbal magic, and is working towards learning wandless magic as well

has perfected her felix felicis potion

orphan

early history :

the only child born to isla and malcolm bones, susan was named for her aunt amelia's middle name. a rather powerful and respected family in the wizarding community, it's no shock that they were sought after by death eaters during the first wizarding world war. most of the family wouldn't survive.

first year :

susan bones started her education at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry the same year as the famous harry potter. she shared a boat with seamus finnigan and hermione granger, and was the third student to be called upon by minerva mcgonagall for the sorting ceremony. there was an indescribable joy at being sorted into hufflepuff, the very house that her parents had shared before falling in love. the house that most of her family had called home while at hogwarts. during her first year, susan would learn all about the basics of magic and spell performance, like her other classmates. she was also present at the end-of-term feast during which gryffindor won the house cup breaking slytherin's seven year winning streak.

second year :

during her second year, susan seemed to develop a crush on the then defence against the dark arts professor, gilderoy lockhart, which caused her to be off-task daydreaming during his lessons. she participated in the duelling club, as a precaution due to the attacks that occurred after the chamber of secrets had been opened. the fact that lockhart oversaw this club was merely an added benefit, as was the discovery of a talent for duelling magic. if only she’d known how much that skill would come in handy in later years.

year two wasn’t all clubs and cute professors. when her friends were all petrified by the unknown creature (now known to be a basilisk) roaming the school, fear seemed hard to shake. for someone who had already faced so much loss, the thought that her friends’ lives were in peril was a hard one to shake. to say that she was filled with a sense of relief when professor sprout and madam pomfrey were able to cure the petrified students would be an understatement.

third year :

idk she was scared of sirius black like everyone else that year. i'll flesh this year out later maybe. maybe not. we'll see.

fourth year :

during susan's fourth year hogwarts held the triwizard tournament and hufflepuff's cedric diggory was one of the triwizard champions. she supported cedric in favor of harry, as he was in her house and her best friends were also strong supporters of him.

harry's death at the end of the triwizard tournament left susan with a lot of questions, though of one thing she was certain. barty crouch jr didn't kill her classmate. no, voldemort was back, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the wizarding world began to suspect the same.

summer before fifth year :

it was in late june that the death eaters who murdered susan’s uncle edgar and his family escaped from azkaban. news that immediately set the bones family on high alert, and for good reason. mid july saw an attack on the bones household, with susan left the only survivor. she’d credit it to pure luck and her mother’s forethought, if you could even get her to speak on the incident.

her father’s shout from the kitchen had given enough warning for susan to barricade herself into her bedroom. unfortunately there was already a death eater waiting for the girl. fortunately he hadn’t been expecting her to throw a punch instead of a hex. it was only that split second of shock that allowed her to grab for the portkey her mother had placed on her nightstand only a few weeks earlier. an emergency escape hatch of sorts. and it worked. susan successfully escaped to an alley behind the leaky cauldron. she entered and gave a fake name to tom, the pub’s owner, and asked him to send for amelia bones. it was only when her aunt arrived, having recognized the fake name as a previously agreed upon safety code for her niece, that susan learned that neither of her parents had been so lucky as she’d been.

the following days saw her settling into a spare bedroom at her aunt’s home, her new home, and struggling to accept her new reality. still weeks later, the grief at her parents’ death feels as fresh as it was standing in the leaky cauldron. she only hopes this school year proves to be the distraction she so desperately craves.

CONNECTIONS.

bestie : basically her ride or die from childhood. ➢ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌

#fhqsintro #━━ ⟢ 𝕀𝕍 ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ ABOUT.#grief tw #death tw #murder tw

2 notes · View notes