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Secret Smokes (Part 11)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 4495

A/N: Yes I did drop off the face of the earth for a bit but can I make it up to you with an extra long chapter?

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Your fight was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, and that's when you received an owl from him which was rare during dinner. He didn't pay you any attention, so you decided to take the letter to the lake and read it by yourself so no one could interrupt you and he couldn't watch or analyse you open it. You sat down by the water and opened it.

"My dearest, Y/N,

Oh how I've fucked up, in life constantly but with you in more ways than one. I don't know how to express my words in person I've never been good at words when it came to the important things like people. This is version five of this letter.

I traveled home after Monday. I couldn't bare to look at that desk, I couldn't go to Sirius as his home will forever smell like the first time I kissed you. When I arrived I found your letters, they made me realise you left to protect us from ending up in this very situation, I thought it was from fear of getting told off for being home late but really you knew that Percy was looking for clues. Unfortunately his letter found me first and convinced me to push you away, that I was risking too much by risking your schooling, I don't care about my career, what's life if you only live for a job but I don't want to mess up your future. I take my job very seriously but life is more important.

You were right when you said I'm scared of having something good, however you were wrong when you said you were convenient. You're far from it. I might be lonely but that's not why I'm drawn to you, I'm drawn to your wit, I'm drawn to your smile and I'm drawn to your world. If we could spend forever sitting on my sofa listening to music and talking I would die a happy man.

I don't know what my feelings for you are but they are strong and they scare me, you're much more important to me than anyone else I know and I fear to admit it. New Year's Eve I messed up, if we were ever going to kiss I wanted it to be after a date where I show you how you're meant to be loved and offer you the world not drunk on the steps of my best friends house.

I don't know how you feel about me and if I hurt you too much, if that's the case I am terribly sorry I wish I could make it right. If an inch of you still thinks I'm a decent man I have two offers for you.

A. If you want to remain friends and go back to last year's rules "no dear, no alcohol and no kissing" meet me tomorrow evening in my office for tea and tunes, or let me know in your own way

B: If you are up for an adventure my dear and willing to see what happens if we risk it and you still feel any attraction after my poor behaviour: Meet me tomorrow morning at 9am in Hogsmeade, next to the three broomsticks.

C: if you simply hate me like you said (at least 4 times using my full name I'm glad you don't know my middle name) all I ask is show up to my lessons, we can arrange another teacher to take over you 1-on-1 schooling but please show up. I promise to pretend I don't think you're the most amazing witch and woman I've ever met. Please don't let me ruin your exams or future.

Yours, Remus John Lupin.

P.S. To answer the question in your original letters from the 1st of January keep my sweater, it will simply be a painful memory if you choose C and I like the way it looks on you if you choose B ."

You felt a mixture of excitement and relief with his letter, it felt like everything has magically explained itself. Remus was an anxious writer with a tendency to sabotage his own happiness but he was trying. He was trying for you.

The next morning you woke up early to get ready to see Remus, you didn't know what to expect but you were excited. You arrived in Hogsmeade early knowing Remus as someone extremely punctual you were shocked to find Remus wasn't there. You waited until 9:05 but nothing, so you began to walk back at towards the castle. "Wait!" Remus said and you turned around to see him holding two cups of coffee, one of which had obviously slightly spilled on him. "It's with milk!" He said holding a coffee forward towards you.

"Thank you." You said grabbing it.

"I'm glad you came." He said softly.

"I'm glad you sent that letter." You replied. "You have coffee on your sweater." You pointed out reaching in your pocket for a tissue.

"I didn't think through apparating with two cups of coffee.' He admitted with a shy smile as you dabbed his jumper dry. "Thank you dear." He continued softly.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Where?"

"London, grab my hand and hold your coffee tight." He said reaching out a hand and you took hold of it and you appeared in Holborn, London.

"I thought that wasn't possible in Hogwarts." You admitted.

"That's why we met in Hogsmeade dear, sorry about being late, there was a queue." He admitted showing you the coffee.

"I thought you may have changed your mind." You admitted.

"I was scared you wouldn't come." He admitted.

"Liar you got two cups of coffee." You pointed out.

"I had a feeling you'd show up, now dear, see today as my way of apologising to you. I have a small plan but if you want to do anything just tell me." He said and at that moment you turned the corner to the British Museum. "Have you been here before?" He asked.

"Maybe once or twice as a kid."

"Okay but have you ever had a magic tour of this place?" He questioned and you shook your head. "Great." Remus led you into the British museum, he looked quite excited and more young now than ever. "Now not everyone knows that many treasures in this building are actually artefacts from great magicians."

"So they stole from wizards too?" You asked and Remus laughed.

"They sure did, now not many people know how some of these great people used magic to help muggles and how some of this stuff is either cursed or enchanted." Remus continued as you walked through the beautiful foyer.

"But I'm sure you do." You said teasing him and he nodded.

"I'm not just a pretty face, unlike you I spent a lot of time in libraries."

"Are you saying I don't study? I spend a lot of time in my professors office."

"You spend a lot of time listening to music and distracting me while I try to mark work, dear." He shot back and you laughed. "Now as I was saying, I may not be a rich man or have much to offer but I have a lot of knowledge."

"You should be a teacher." You said with a wink.

"You should be a comedian. Now enough talking watch this." He said and then one of the Egyptian statues moved and stood up.

"Holy shit, are you allowed to do that?" You asked looking around.

"Don't worry no one will notice." He said

"What was that?" You asked.

"It's a Pharos tomb guard, they're enchanted to stand when an attacker approaches, they have a lot of ancient magic in here."

"So why didn't they do that when they were removed from the tomb?" You asked as you and Remus continued to walk and look at the different statues.

"They did, they did for a very long time, however when dark wizards realised there's money in helping archaeologists they helped lift curses or limit enchanted objects. Those guards were stopped from being the soldiers they were, the only thing left is the command to stand when you summon them." Remus explained, you were impressed by his knowledge. You walked through the ancient Egyptian part for another few minutes before Remus took hold of your hand and hurried you to the Ancient Greek part. "This bits my favourite, sorry is it okay if I do that?" He asked gesturing to your hand.

"It's encouraged." You blushed.

"Tell me when I cross a line Y/N, we still need to talk about us but first I want to hold my part of the deal, showing you who I actually am."

"And who are you profesor?"

"A lonely bookworm with a furry problem and a teaching job to pay the bills."

"Don't forget the cottage." You winked making him laugh.

"Now these are the Parthenon marbles, the Parthenon was being used as a base to store ammunition by the Ottomans and some idiot messed up and blew up the whole thing."

"Some idiot is that the technical term profesor?" You poked him in the arm and he rolled his eyes. You found him very attractive when he was more casually dressed, with his jacket drooped over his arms and a warm sweater on.

"It is now." He replied. "Long story short some guy named Lord Elgin went to Greece and asked the Ottomans can I have this? And they said sure and he took it, as lords usually do. It's missing a lot of parts as they're back where they belong but a small part of me feels lucky to have them here as they tell a story. You see if you come over here you'll see the Centaur." He led you over to the far wall. "He tells a story of the battle between Centaurs and Lapiths at the marriage feast of Peirithoos. And if you do this even with it's missing parts you get to watch it." He lifted his wand and the marble moved. It began plaything the story throughout the panels as if they were alive just like the paintings in Hogwarts. "And if you think that is cool look behind you." You turned around and the main sculptures were all moving, they were missing parts but they felt human.

"That's incredible, show me more." You expressed with a big smile and Remus couldn't help but smile back. "Come on." He said putting one arm around you while his other arm still had his jacket drooped over it. And like that, he led you through the museum holding your waist and making your heart flutter at his actions and brain amazed at the world of knowledge he was sharing with you.

It was one of the few times you saw Remus truly happy as he immersed himself in history. It was beautiful to see him care free not putting himself down, not talking about his condition just being himself. As you walked out the museum hours later he still had a hand around your waist. "Now dear what would you like to do?"

"Should we go get some food?"

"What a wonderful idea, there's a great pub not too far from here, only thing I need to get some cash out as I'm low on muggle money." He explained.

"I can pay."

"I'm sure you can but you won't I'm taking you out on a date it's my treat." He said as he rushed in front of you to the cash machine. "Okay" he said looking at it. "Okay, okay." He continued looking for where to insert his card. "Just a moment." He said after inserting it and just starring at all the options on the screen. "Merlin." He whispered quietly while pressing random buttons.

"You do know how to use it?" You asked suggestively.

"Of course I do." He said but he was obviously struggling.

"Here let me help you." You stood alongside him pressing the buttons for him. "How much do you want to withdraw?"

"£20?" He said hesitantly.

"£20?" You confirmed.

"£50."

"£50 are you sure?" You asked in disbelief.

"I'm not good with this, I haven't been in a muggle pub in forever I don't know the prices these days. I'm sorry, get however much you think it'll cost for us to have food. This is so embarrassing." He admitted.

"£50 it is, Remus the muggle world is my world it's okay to ask for help, I literally didn't know you could aparate in Hogsmeade." You calmed him while you finished the transaction.

"Yeah that was silly, everyone knows-"

"You don't know how to use a cash machine Remus!" You interrupted.

"I'll shut up. Now off to the pub, thank you for your help." He took your hand and lead the way. The pub was quite busy but you expected it as it was lunchtime on a Saturday. It was nice to sit opposite Remus having a meal, flirting, chatting and being yourselves. You didn't feel anxious like you did sometimes on dates, you felt like you were hanging out with a friend that you had a crush on, he would make you blush a lot with his words but he was also clumsy and stumbled a lot, something you never saw in him at Hogwarts. He ordered fish and chips and knocked over the sauces with his hand, when he went to pick them up, he hit his head on the edge of the table, you found it all cute and amusing but he was obviously embarrassed. "Am I making you slowly think I'm an idiot?" He asked after the incident and you simply replied with. "Only a little bit, makes you less intimidating."

"Am I intimidating?" He asked.

"Not at all." You said and he shook his head while laughing. After you ate you decided to take a walk along the river at first you began to talk about meaningless stuff like how you missed the Christmas lights or how Remus enjoyed the fact you can find oyster shells and old pipes on the rivers edge from the Victorian era. However the conversation changed when Remus asked. "What do you see us as?"

"I don't know." You admitted a bit of anxiety started to grow inside you.

"I don't know either, but I think we need to set some ground rules."

"What do you suggest?"

"Defining what's okay, like for example I think if either of us is developing strong feelings like love for the other we should cut it off as we don't want to hurt each other and with our current position we can't be in a relationship and be student and teacher." He said his eyes moving all over the place but avoiding you and he used his hands to emphasise what he was saying.

"How come?"

"Well for starters we can't do this all the time, if I was in love I would like to offer that person all my love, I would like to take them on dates, I would like to walk around and hold their hand, I would like to bring them to see my friends and so on... we can't do that, it will hurt to love someone but not be able to live in public, I don't want to risk the pain for either of us." He explained and you nodded.

"So what can we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to continue to relax in your office with you." You began and he nodded. "I want to be able to kiss you, I want to be myself with you, I want to smoke on the bridge with you and when no one is watching I want to be held by you."

"And we can do that we can just not love each other, and give each other a relationship that's the line."

"So we can see other people?" You questioned him and he looked puzzled.

"I would prefer not, I can't stop you but I may not feel comfortable with sleeping with you if you're kissing other men." He admitted.

"I'd prefer if you weren't kissing anyone else either... Can we do this sometimes?"

"Of course dear, however not as much as either of us would like to, maybe once a month or every so often not to raise suspicions."

"But I can come see you in your office every night?"

"My door is always open for you dear."

"Can I sleep in your office?"

"Where on the desk?" He remarked in a snarky way.

"Is that where you want to fuck me?" You matched his energy y.

"Well it's not for sleeping." He winked and the grabbed your hand."Enough serious conversations, let's just live a little before we have to worry about rules. Today, exists in a world of its own, what do you want to do?" He asked with a cheery tone.

"I mean checking out that desk sounds fun but maybe before that we should enjoy London."

"I'm already enjoying it right here." Remus said stopping and pulling you in closer, putting his arms around your waist. "I think I like London." He said looking at your lips.

"Oh really." You stood on your toes to get closer to him and he leaned down and kissed you lightly.

"Alright let's go I have an idea." He said once again grabbing your hand and leading the way. You walked into a small cosy record shop. You both started looking through the shelves showing each other records you thought the other would life and either replying with a "yes" or "not my style" once the yes like became tall enough you walked over to the record played and started listening to them, there was only one pair of headphones so you had to share, bringing in your heads close as you listened to the music. "Oh listen to that trumpet." You said listening to a Chet Baker vinyl. "Do you like it?" Remus asked and you nodded. "This is one of my favourite songs, the earnest vocals, I fall in love too terribly fast, for it to ever last..." you began to sing along to the song and Remus smiled warmly at you, he couldn't help but kiss you on the cheek. "Let's buy it." He said.

"What Remus it's quite expensive?"

"That doesn't matter today dear." He said putting it back in the vinyl sleeve and taking it to the till. "Besides there's nothing more I want to do than lay in bed with you and listen to this here vinyl." He said while paying for the vinyl, he thanked the cashier a grumpy old man who didn't seem to care about your conversation. You continued to walk through London for a bit longer but it started to get colder and you both decided it was time to head home. "Okay, we need to aparate back separately as it may be busy with people at this time." He began. "You'll go first and I'll follow, I don't want to leave you alone back here, I'm sure you'll be okay but I don't want the stress." You nodded in reply. "Okay dear, once you are back it would be a good idea for you to go to your dorm or walk around somewhere far from my office, and in about thirty minutes from now come to my office and we can continue this evening." You nodded in reply and that's when he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you soon my dear." He said and you left. As you walked back to Hogwarts all the emotions rushed in, the excitement, the love you felt but shouldn't, the confusion from the conversation about not falling in love. You felt very overwhelmed but you also felt so many positive emotions that you couldn't wait to go visit Remus in his office. It was weird not being able to travel back with him after you were able to spent so long acting like a couple but it made sense you just wished it could be different. You walked back to your dorm room where Percy was sitting on the chair. "Hi Y/N." He said as he saw you coming in, you didn't reply. "Still giving me the silent treatment? You know I haven't done anything wrong all I wanted to do is spend time with my friend." He continued as you walked away.

"Our dear brother causing you trouble?" Fred asked as you walked past him.

"I'm going to hex him." You replied as your turned to the girls chambers.

"Be our guest." George said before you went into your chambers. It was good that Percy saw you, helps avoid his suspicions. You waited the thirty minutes before heading straight to Lupins office, just in case you checked if Percy followed you but he didn't so you were in the clear to go meet Remus. You walked through the corridors with a hint of excitement as you approached his office, you knocked on the door and Remus opened it almost immediately. "Hey you." He said with a smile letting you in and checking behind you if anyone was in the corridor, he closed the door and turned the lock before leading the way upstairs to his office where he also locked the door after you came in. "Hungry?" He asked as you sat down on the sofa.

"More peckish."

"Perfect, I have some cheeses here and some bread."

"How fancy." You pointed out looking at the small charcuterie board he prepared.

"Only the best for you." He said as he sat down beside you, a record he already had playing way playing in the background as you both sat their indulging into the different flavours. "Thank you for joining me today." Remus suddenly changed the subject.

"Thank you for showing me everything, and for the food and the vinyls, everything." You said a bit overwhelmed by his generosity.

"Come here." He gestured for you to come in closer, you lay on the sofa with your head on his crotch and he stroked your head lovingly, slowly playing with you hair. "I love how soft you hair is." He pointed out as he continued to stoke your hair. A few minutes later the vinyl playing finished and Remus gestured for you to sit up so he could change the music. "How about we try this one out dear." He said pulling out the new Chet Baker vinyl and your heart warmed. "Anything to drink? I've got a nice bottle of wine I've been thinking about opening."

"That sounds great."

"The music or the wine?" He clarified.

"Both."

"White or red dear?" He asked while opening a cabinet.

"What do you prefer? Maybe red?"

"Red it is." He pulled the bottle out and began to open it placing two glasses on the table in front of you and filling them up. "To wonderful day." He said raising his glass as he sat down. You rested your head against his shoulder as you sat in comfortable silence.

"You know moony, I prefer this when we're allowed to cuddle on the sofa and kiss sometimes." You broke the silence.

"Me too dear." He bought his hand up to your cheek and pecked your lips slightly before going back to the resting position. "I craved this every time you sat here and I sat at my desk aching to kiss you." He admitted. This was peace, you were in your safe place.

"Are you aching to kiss me now?" You asked quietly.

"Always." He whispered into your ear placing his glass down on the small table in front of you and then taking yours to do the same for you. He leaned in to kiss you, as the kiss depended you ended up laying on the sofa. He was above you his lips and your lips colliding as you both struggled to catch a breath. You felt him getting hard as he slowly moved his body up and down over you, you reached up for his shirt unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. "You're not wasting any time." He said between the kisses. His arms moved under your ass and he scooped you up in one movement so you were now straddling him, he pulled your shirt up and unclasped your bra as you began to grind on him making him harder and harder. He pulled away from your lips to suck on your nipples, the sensation made you moan in reply he grabbed your hair and pulled it down roughly making your head tilt back as he continued to worship your body. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." He said lifting you up and carrying you.

"You don't want to do it on your sofa?" You asked curiously.

"Oh I do, and my desk and every wall however today I will show you how you're meant to be loved not fucked." He said while pushing the door to his bedroom open and throwing you down on his bed. He unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them off along with your underwear, getting down on his knees and kissing your legs all the way up to your pussy. His hand reached up to your breasts where he started massaging them as his tongue flicked your clit making you moan. As he continued this movement with his tongue he moved his hand to slowly slip his fingers inside you pulling in and out while starting to alternate between sucking and licking. "Merlin you're either so wet or I'm drooling like a dog over how good you taste." He went straight back in and continued until you started begging for him as you felt yourself getting close. "Beg for me again." He growled as he moved to be just above you.

"Please." You barely whispered and he smashed his lips into yours, unbuckling his own trousers and taking them off while still keeping his lips on yours. You felt him thrust inside you leaving time for you to adjust, even though you remembered his size it shocked you how deep he filled you. "Are you okay dear?" He whispered checking in on you. "Mmhm." You confirm and he picked up the speed. He kissed you while going faster and started to slowly move his kisses down to your neck and breasts. You felt yourself get close as he ramped up the speed. "Cum for me dear, I want you to feel how good I make you feel." He said kissing his breath a bit. You couldn't hold it any longer and came which made him cum in you, you felt the warmth inside you as he slowed his pace and rested more of his body weight while moaning into your lips. He kissed you deeply once more before pulling out and laying down beside you. You were both panting as you lay there, Remus moved the covers and covered both of your bodies and kissed your forehead. "Good night dear." He whispered and you placed your head on his chest hugging him as his arm was around you. "Good night, Moony."

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Mk1 characters with witch!reader | Dialogues

*•.¸♡Request: no

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: A couple of uses of y/n (I tried to keep them minimal), flirty, threatening, sweet fluff, the whole shebang, I've never written for mk before so go easy on me

*•.¸♡Paring: Various mk1 characters x gn!witch!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: just some fun dialoge of the mk1 charchters and a witch reader

*•.¸♡Words: 1k

*•.¸♡A/N: Merry Christmas y'all!!

Tomas : I faced far worse than an outworld witch.

y/n: You may jest now, but beware, for my spells can turn jesters into ghosts.

Tomas : Forgive me, but I do not understand the threat you pose.

y/n: Dear, sweet Tomas. Underestimate me at your peril. My hexes have a way of adding a bit of spice to the ordinary. Care for a taste?

y/n: Feel flattered Tomas, you have been the only Lin Kuei to pose a challenge.

Tomas : I cannot except your compliment's y/n, I truly can’t see a way I win this fight.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kuai Liang : I wish you no harm, but be prepared to lose.

y/n: I brew potions stronger than your fire, darling. Try not to get scorched by the truth.

y/n: Is it just me, or did the room light up the moment you walked in?

Kuai Liang : That’s my Kunai, I’ll try not to cut you… too bad.

y/n: Cross my path again, and you'll find out how swiftly my curses take effect.

Kuai Liang : Your threat has been noted, little witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒃𝒊-𝒉𝒂𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Bi-Han : It is foolish to face me, witch.

y/n: Ha! I mastered the art of Ice Manipulation when I was a child. You are the foolish one.

y/n: If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person in the room.

Bi-Han : Mind your tongue.

Bi-Han : I can't believe I need to waste my time killing you.

y/n: Oh please, Bi-Han. I don't need a crystal ball to predict your imminent exit from my life.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒚𝒛𝒐𝒕𝒉 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Syzoth : So, you cast spells?

y/n: Why cast spells when I can cast smiles? Yours is my favourite enchantment.

y/n: I'd advise you against challenging me. My curses have a way of sticking around longer than you'd like.

Syzoth : Do you stick around as well?

Syzoth : I heard you're a witch. Do you do shows?

y/n: Mock my craft, and you'll wish you had never left that travelling carnival.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Raiden : They say magic is in the little things, sweet y/n.

y/n: Then consider me your personal witch for these enchanting moments, sweet Raiden.

Raiden : I sense sparks between us.

y/n: I thought you had been practising with your amulet.

y/n: Cross my path, and the shadows you'll meet will be darker than any you've ever known.

Raiden : You must wield very dark magic then, witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒐 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kung Lao : I can’t wait to tell everyone I beat you.

y/n: Oh, please, darling. I could turn you into a toad with a flick of my perfectly manicured finger.

y/n: Why fly on a broomstick when I can use that thing you call a hat to soar above your nonsense?

Kung Lao : Hey! I thought it was creative.

y/n: I could make your dreams come true, but first, you'll need some better dreams.

Kung Lao : Lucky for me, I dream of you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒍𝒊𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: Tell me Lord Liu Kang, what was I like in this other timeline?

Liu Kang : All I can say is you're far more responsible in this one.

Liu Kang : I must commend your skills, witch. You have far exceeded any expectations.

y/n: Did you just compliment me? By the elder gods, what was I like before?

Liu Kang : Are you sure you wish to battle me, young witch?

y/n: I’m sure I want you to remember when I best you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

Johnny Cage : I gotta ask-

y/n: No! I cannot saw you in half. At least with you surviving.

Johnny Cage : Have you ever been on the big screen? People go crazy for witches.

y/n: While I thank you for the opportunity, Cage, my magic is not made for the big screen.

Johnny Cage : Whoa! Witches in outworld are way better looking.

y/n: Did you expect me to have a long green nose and melt in the rain?

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: I'm not a mind reader, but I'd love to know what's brewing in that mysterious mind of yours.

Kenshi Takahashi : I can assure you, you’re the only one surrounding my mind.

y/n: Think twice before meddling with my spells. The repercussions can be... unexpected.

Kenshi Takahashi : Sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I’m more intrigued than threatened.

Kenshi Takahashi : WIth Sento at my side, I can not lose.

y/n: Challenge me, and you'll learn that in the realm of magic, the victor is seldom the one who laughs last.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Mileena : Consider this your only warning. My wrath is not to be underestimated.

y/n: The feeling is more than mutual, Emperors.

y/n: If I were a witch, I'd cast a spell to make you mine.

Mileena : Luckily, you don't need magic for that.

Mileena : You over saw my mother for some time. Any words of advice for me?

y/n: A kind word to you Empress: underestimate powers you know nothing of, and you may not live long enough to regret it.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kitana : Must you always be so vigilant, my protector?

y/n: Only when it involves safeguarding the most precious gem in the kingdom.

y/n: I put the 'hex' in 'hexcellent.'

Kitana : That’s not as amusing as you think it is.

Kitana : I never expected a witch to be so charming.

y/n: Well, I say chivalry isn't dead, especially when there's a princess to impress.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Sindel : You must have heard the news of Mileena’s condition by now?

y/n: I shall try everything in power to help. It’s the least I can do for you.

Sindel : I’m sorry for what must happen, but do know I will always value you in my life.

y/n: I have served you for some time Empress, one battle will not sway my loyalty.

y/n: Your daughters have become great fighters, your majesty.

Sindel : They have found a great teacher with you, y/n.

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FLYING BICYCLES AND LOVESTRUCK MAGIC

genre. fluff. kiki's delivery service au-ish. a lil mutual pining. warnings. reader is basically kiki and sohee is basically tombo lol. some psychic magic mentioned. it's mostly just them being whipped for each other. osono cameo cause she's mvp fr. pairing. sohee x witch!reader. wc. 2.5k. a/n. the riize brainrot is SO REAL. idk why i felt sohee would fit the role of tombo so perfectly hes just sooo 💔💔 i love him guys 🥹

Sohee was 97.62436% sure that he was going crazy when he first saw you flying on a broomstick through the city. Of course, the other 2.37564% that had gone completely insane was fascinated, excited, and probably (definitely) head over heels in love.

He lived in a small town. One where the word went around like a whirlwind as soon as anyone new moved in. It was the most exciting thing that could happen for the residents there, especially when the newcomer happened to be a very pretty girl from a rich city.

Most people would move out of the town when they reached 20 or so to discover themselves. Yet they always seemed to find their way back when they were a bit more settled. It was a rite of passage— a route to adulthood that almost everyone assumed the youth of the town would take. Sohee liked his town, though, and didn’t feel any need to move away. He had already discovered himself enough to know what he wanted to do with his life.

There were exciting things to do that he doubted he would be able to do anywhere else. Visiting the town’s grandpa that ran the old antique shop, getting free candy from the young lady who ran the candy store after the old owner had passed away, seeing every new addition to the art gallery from the aspiring painters and sculptors in town. And, his favourite activity: investigating the old junk yard for spare parts to make his newest models.

Sohee liked to call himself an inventor. It felt spiffy and official. He showed off every new creation he pieced together with rusted tools and even rustier bits of metal like it was the next world-changing invention. He could spend hours in his dad’s old workshop working with nuts and bolts, seeing what the pieces could make once they came together.

He had been determined to make a flying vehicle for years now. After finding a beautiful old wind turbine in the junkyard when he was 14, he had started planning mock-ups for a bicycle. He would attach the turbine in front of it so that when you pedalled, the turbine spinned. The hope was that with enough inertia, you could eventually lift off the ground with it. He was skeptical that it would actually work, though.

He hadn’t officially talked to you yet. You had been in town for a couple days now, staying with the couple that ran the local bakery. Sohee thought you were absolutely beautiful from the moment he first saw you. He had been riding his bicycle past the bakery on his way to the carpenters to pick up some tools. One glance at you through the window had him abruptly pushing on the brakes, eyes going wide.

Maybe it was a bit of an exaggeration, but you looked like an angel. Or a goddess. Or a fairy. Sohee couldn’t decide which one, but he knew that you were the most stunning person he had ever seen. Since that day, he kept running into you in town, but his own nervousness had stopped him from talking to you properly. He had held a few conversations; enough to know your name and age, but clearly not enough to know that you could fly through the air.

Now, he was staring wide-eyed at the clouds, watching you soar just beneath them so effortlessly. He craned his head to watch you as long as he could before you disappeared behind the clock tower.

“Woah…” He whispered, jaw dropped in an awestruck expression.

“She’s quite the girl, isn’t she?”

Sohee turned to the side, nodding in agreement with what Osono, the bakery lady, had said.

“She’s amazing. Do you know how she does it?” He asked with a grin.

“Haven’t you heard by now, Sohee? She’s a witch! She chose our town to do her witch training.” Osono explained.

“That’s incredible! I didn’t even know witches actually existed! Do you know what she’s training in?!” Sohee felt like his brain was spinning at a speed incomprehensible to mankind. He kept thinking of more and more questions about you. He’d never seen anyone quite like you before, and the more he learned, the more intrigued he became.

“She said she’s still figuring it out— but she’s interested in love readings. For now, she’s using her flying skills to help me and the town. She’s an excellent delivery girl!” Osono beamed.

“Love readings…?” Sohee pondered the idea on his way back home. The next day, he found himself at the town’s library, scanning through the small section on magic and witches with more focus than he had put to almost anything.

“Miss witch, I’d like to get a love reading!” He announced happily, swinging open the door to the bakery where you were seated at the counter, seconds away from falling asleep due to the lack of customers. You jerked up at the sound of Sohee, immediately knowing that it was him from his playful nickname for you— miss witch.

“Really!? You want one!?” You jumped up from your seat and rushed around the counter to be face to face with him. Sohee had become your first friend in town. After he had seen you fly that day, he discovered the key to talking to you without being awkward. You could fly and he wanted to fly. There was a perfect common interest.

You loved talking to Sohee. He was infinitely more interesting than the kids back at your old home, most of which were stuck up and rude. Sohee was bright and kind and full of imagination and dreams and inspiration. He never got bored of you talking about being a witch, and you never got bored of hearing about his new inventions. You had never clicked so well with someone before.

There was also the fact that he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. But that was… less important. You had a bad habit of crushing on boys without it ever going anywhere. You were determined not to repeat that disaster a sixth time.

“It would be my great honour to be your very first customer.” Sohee said dramatically, making you giggle with excitement.

“Well, then, dear client, shall we go to my witch lair? I can’t perform the reading anywhere else.” You responded, matching his dramatics perfectly. He grinned and nodded and you grabbed his wrist to lead him upstairs.

“It’s a bit messy— give me a second!” You rushed around your small attic space that Osono had been so kind to let you stay in for free. You hurriedly put away the food that you had gotten for breakfast and shoved some odd trinkets under your bed so that they were hidden. Sohee just watched, his heart racing. He really needed to get that under control.

“Where’s my witching supplies- Aha! Here it is!” You held up a small purple box, bejewelled with gold ornaments. It looked ancient and rusty— exactly the type of artifact that Sohee loved.

You set down a thin blanket on the wooden floor before taking out the little baubles and setting them in the middle of the fabric. Sohee sat on one end, and you on the other.

“Alright, mister… I have a series of questions, but for this to work, you must answer them completely honestly. If you lie even once, the whole thing will be messed up!” You had put on your mother’s joke witches had for fun. The sight made Sohee laugh, especially when you deepened your voice to sound old as you explained how things would work.

“I got it. I’ll tell only the truth.” Sohee promised.

“Once you answer all the questions, I’ll flip over this blank card. If everything works out, the name of the person you love the most will slowly appear before your eyes! Now… Are you ready?” You quirked an eyebrow, staring seriously at him even though on the inside you were about to burst with excitement. It was your dream to open your own love reading business. You just weren’t completely sure if you were good enough at it yet.

Sohee nodded eagerly, a mix of excitement and nervousness stewing inside of him. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, so he carefully followed along with what you did to make sure he didn’t mess anything up. You closed your eyes and he followed suit.

The questions you asked started out simple, without Sohee needing to deliberate before delivering the honest answer to you. But as they went on, they got more complex and more personal. Sohee had never doubted your abilities as a witch, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to see right through him.

“Last question…”

“Mhm?” Sohee could feel his stomach twist in nervousness, but he breathed steadily to try to calm his nerves.

“Do you believe yourself to be in love with someone at this current moment?”

Sohee swallowed slowly, his mouth and throat feeling parched all of a sudden. He took his time to think through it, though the answer was almost painfully obvious. He had never been more in love in his entire life.

“Yes.” He finally answered with certainty, a slight burden lifting off his chest. It was almost as if he was confessing to you in a way— and though he didn’t say it directly, it still eased some of his anxiety. He opened his eyes hesitantly after answering to see your face scrunched in concentration.

“No way-” You opened your eyes as well, frowning in confusion and looking up to Sohee with a questioning gaze. “By any chance are you…?”

“Huh?” Sohee blinked, confused at your actions. You shook your head quickly and stared down at the blank card.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

The air felt a little tense as you slowly flipped over the black card. You held your hand over it for a few seconds, shielding it from Sohee’s curious view. You lifted your hand carefully once you were sure it had worked and watched as the name slowly appeared on the card.

You sat in frozen shock once you read the name on the card, struggling to process what you had seen. Your name was displayed on the card, clearer than ever. There was no way that anyone could possibly mistake it or misread it, but you just couldn’t believe it.

“It- we- we must’ve messed it up somehow! There’s no way that’s- It must’ve got me confused, right!?” Sohee spluttered helplessly, his entire face a bright shade of red. Somehow in his calculations, he didn’t expect for the card to expose him that horrendously, right in front of you as well.

“I don’t think we did it wrong, though… Everything felt… right.” You said quietly. “Do you… like me?” You could barely get the words to come out of your throat.

There were some parts of your magic that you still needed time to trust completely. Flying had always been easy in that aspect; you either flew or you didn’t. But when it came to love readings, you wondered how likely it was that your magic had gotten messed up. You liked to be whimsical and believe that your love readings could be completely accurate, but your confidence had never been as low as in this moment.

However nervous you were feeling, it was a thousand times worse for Sohee. You had a small inkling of hope— hope that he would say yes. But for Sohee, he could only think of the possible rejection. Or the even worse possibility that this would tear apart your friendship.

“Yes…?” Sohee whispered out to you. You had never heard him this nervous or quiet before.

“Really? Are you sure?” You asked again, this time with a little more voice and hope surging in you. Sohee must have picked up on the hopeful tone, as he answered yes again, this time with more certainty.

“Then the reading wasn’t wrong?! You actually like me?” Your hand clasped over your mouth before you could ramble anymore in your state of disbelief.

“What about you? I mean… you probably don’t, right? But maybe…?” Sohee couldn’t help but be hopeful for your response, but he held himself back from being too expectant on the response he was dreaming for.

“Do I like you back?! Of course I do- It wasn’t obvious before now?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“I mean- I hoped you did, but I couldn’t be sure.” Sohee clarified. The tension in the room had completely dissipated by now, and your smiles were slowly coming back as the reality settled in.

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I think. Didn’t you ever question why we kept running into each other before we became friends?”

“No? I just thought it was a lucky coincidence.” Sohee admitted with a laugh.

“It was because whenever I spotted you biking around town, I’d land in a street nearby and pretend like I was always walking that way just to cross paths with you!” You corrected stubbornly. Now that it was clear that the feelings were mutual, you wanted him to know the effort that you went through to get closer to him.

“I also started going past the bakery on my way home. It added an extra 5 minutes to my route, but it was worth it to see you working through the glass window.” He scratched the back of his neck shyly, mirroring your smile when your eyes brightened at hearing his confession.

“So… what now?” You questioned suddenly after a prolonged silence of both of you trying to stare at the other while simultaneously trying your best not to look obvious.

“Would you go out with me?” Sohee asked excitedly. “Oh shoot- I should’ve gotten flowers first. Wait here- I’ll be quick!” He stammered, rushing out of the room before you could stop him. He was gone only long enough for you to giggle in delight while you cleaned up the supplies you had laid out. Your witching skills had come in handy in the best of ways.

He was out of breath by the time he burst open the door again, but his eyes had never glimmered any brighter. He held a bouquet of pink and white roses, a little squished on one side from the rush he had been in.

“You know you didn’t have to go buy these…” You bit back a smile, taking the pretty flowers from his hands.

“My mom always said the best way to charm a lady was with flowers.” He panted and grinned at you cheekily when you shot him a look. You smiled as you sniffed the sweet scent of the roses. Sohee was about to say something else, but you pulled him into a tight hug before he could start, the unexpected gesture knocking all words he had into another dimension.

“I really like you, Sohee.” You whispered, your smile twinkling as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He took a second to get over the shock of you hugging him before he was wrapping his arms around your frame as well, mumbling back, “Me too.”

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien

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theemporium · 1 year

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18. “You shouldn’t be here.” with james potter please. thank you.

18. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You were immersed in your book when you heard three raps against your window.

You quickly pushed the duvet off your legs, letting the cold air hit your bare legs before you shuffled towards the window, pushing the curtain back and finding yourself staring at a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“James?!” you hissed as you quickly moved to open the window, glaring at the grinning wizard who sat upon his broomstick a foot away from your window.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the boy grinned innocently, hands loosely holding onto his broom.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, eyes darting around the dark street in case one of your neighbours popped their head out and saw the flying wizard.

“I missed you,” he stated simply.

You blinked. “You missed me?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod.

“So, you flew all the way here just to tell me you missed me?” you deadpanned.

“Well, I was hoping for a kiss too,” James added with a cheeky smile.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said to him, closing your eyes as you muttered.

Like most muggleborn witches and wizards, you stayed in a muggle neighbourhood when you weren’t staying at the castle in Hogwarts. Most of your neighbours were under the impression that you attended a prestigious boarding school in Scotland during the school year.

But you doubted you could play off flying broomsticks and grinning wizards to your neighbours if anyone looked out their window right now, especially when the summer sun hadn’t fully set yet.

“Just—” you huffed and quickly moved to the side. “Get in here, and stay quiet. My parents will kill me if they find out I’ve snuck you in.”

“How scandalous,” he commented before flying closer to the window, moving himself with expert ease as he slipped through and gently propped his broomstick against the wall.

“James,” you said in a warning voice.

“Kidding, love,” he said with a sheepish grin as he reached for your, thick arms wounding around your waist and pulling you against his body. “Fuck, I really did miss you.”

“It’s been a week,” you told him, amusement thick in your voice.

“A week too long,” he groaned as he ducked his head down to kiss your nose.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Potter,” you murmured with warm cheeks before you nudged him towards your bed. “You’ll have to sneak out in the morning and ring the doorbell, so my parents don’t completely freak.”

“Your mum loves me,” James scoffed smugly as he shrugged off his clothes until he was just left in his boxers, laying back on your bed as he waited for you to climb in with him.

“And my dad?” you teased as James paled a little.

“I’m winning him over,” he said with a small sniffle.

“Uh huh.”

“He’ll love me soon enough.”

“If you say so, James.”

“Your lack of faith is honestly insulting.”

“I’ll kiss your ego better, baby.”

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Bathroom Light

It's been two years since I've written anything, but I heard the song Bathroom Light by Mt. Joy, and this story wrote itself. Rated M for Ron's thoughts. <3

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Find me a lane to drive through

In a Halloween costume

I'm an astronaut without you

As usual, the Three Broomsticks was bursting with Hogwarts students on a Saturday night. Echoes of conversations bounced off the walls, cluttering Ron’s mind like a cloud of wrackspurts, which made it even harder than usual to focus on his date. Lavender had been chatting about a new beauty charm she learned from Parvati. Or was it from Witch Weekly? Honestly, Ron didn’t know, but apparently it had something to do with volumizing curls. Maybe.

Ron stared into his half empty butterbeer. Although he was tempted to chug the rest of it, he just knew that if someone in particular saw him gulping it down like a river troll, she’d disapprove. He shouldn’t care what that someone in particular would think, as they weren’t even on speaking terms, but for some reason he still did.

“Are you listening to me?”

Ron’s skin prickled at her question, and his fingers clenched around his glass of butterbeer. “Yes, of course I’m listening,” he lied.

“Then what did I just say?” asked Lavender, one eyebrow raised.

“Something about beauty charms…”

Lavender’s eyes narrowed.

“Beauty charms that you don’t even need.”

Ron’s shoulders relaxed when Lavender’s face softened into a grin. “Aww. You’re sweet.”

He smiled back at her and took in her features. She wore a different color lipstick than usual for their date, and it had taken Ron by surprise when he first saw her. Lavender had seemed hurt by his reaction. He tried to assure her that he didn’t think of her lipstick color as good or bad, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

Truth be told, he didn’t actually know what Lavender looked like without all the effort, but he knew better than to mention that. She took great pride in her appearance and wanted validation — that Ron could understand. Some guys equated makeup and beauty charms with deceit, and Ron really didn’t want to be one of those guys. But was it wrong to want to know what your girlfriend really looked like?

And honestly, he’d love to go on a date that had the potential of ruining someone’s perfectly curated hair. Lavender wouldn’t even watch one of his Quidditch games if it was raining for fear of ruining her appearance. Even though that would mean so much more to him than finding a never-before-seen shade of lip balm just for him. He couldn’t shake the image of someone else sitting in the stands at a particularly stormy Quidditch game, her curls soaked down to heavy waves that stuck to her face, completely unbothered by the fact that she looked like she’d nearly drowned in the great lake.

As if reality read his mind, those same curls caught his eye, bouncing along the edge of the pub toward the loo. His eyes immediately followed Hermione until the light of the bathroom hallway illuminated her. Who was she here with? Harry or Ginny? Neither had mentioned anything about going to Hogsmeade tonight, and the thought made his stomach feel as heavy as a bezoar. Was she on a date?

The persistent thought, the one that he was usually pretty good at keeping at bay flooded into his mind like a dam had broken. What would happen if he followed her?

We're twisting our way to the back of the bar

Yeah, locking the door, falling into the stall…

Maybe she would respond positively. Those canaries meant something. No one would attack a person for kissing someone else if they only held platonic feelings. Ron definitely wasn’t wrong about that. It was possible that she’d welcome a grand gesture from him.

Was following her into a bathroom stall in a crowded pup a grand gesture? It surely wasn’t on the same level as hiring a string quartet or writing a romantic poem. But if memories of a rogue mountain troll served him correctly, it wouldn’t be the first time their relationship changed in a bathroom.

Suppose he got up, followed her, and she invited him in. Then what?

That would never happen. But it didn’t hurt to imagine, right?

Stripping you down to your jewelry

You're breaking the rules just for me

What a life under big stars and a good woman in charge

Got me falling in, got me falling in hard.

Would she want him to kiss her the way he kissed Lavender in the common room that first time? Because honestly, he probably couldn’t. It would be so different.

If he kissed Hermione in that bathroom there would be no hesitation. His mind wouldn’t freeze and turn on autopilot without a moment’s thought about the fallout of his actions. He’d kiss her not in spite of the consequences, but because of them. Could a kiss ruin their friendship?

So be it, ruin the friendship. Sometimes things needed to burn down to grow back stronger.

It wouldn’t just be a kiss. If the scars on his arms meant anything, she had passion. Sure, that manifested poorly sometimes, but it wouldn’t in that bathroom. He could just imagine her tugging at his shirt while he plucked at the buttons on her blouse, pieces of clothing hitting the floor one by one, until all she was left wearing was that perfume he got her back in fifth year.

He’d run his fingers through her perfectly voluminous curls that needed no beauty charms, and maybe she’d bite down on his lip as her bare legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers would dig into the skin of her thighs, and she’d groan her approval, which would have a similar effect to setting Ron on fire.

Something Ron loved about Hermione was her relationship with rules. She knew the ins and outs of every rule in the book, so when it came time to break them, she was the one to ask. She could get away with anything without risking her perfect reputation, especially for someone she cared about. Setting a professor’s robes on fire? Check. Blackmailing and transfiguring a nefarious journalist? Check. Jinxing the D.A. sign up sheet? Check. That one time she snuck a flask of firewhiskey on a prefect round, and they skipped patrol to drink in an empty classroom? Check. Harry didn’t even believe Ron when he told him about that last one, and honestly, Ron preferred it that way. It made it seem special.

If breaking rules was Ron’s love language, Hermione was fluent, and she only spoke it for him.

So even though he was on a date with someone else, and maybe she was too, it wasn’t difficult to imagine her fully letting him in under the dim bathroom light. He’d prop her up on the sink; she’d tug on his front zipper and slip him out of his trousers. And despite the fact that they were in a dingy stall in the bathroom of an overcrowded pub, he’d do to her what he’d only ever imagined in his dreams. Fuck the consequences.

Shag her best friend in the bar bathroom? She definitely would. Check.

So, come on, baby, let's do this right

I think I like falling in love in the bar bathroom light

I won't question it, I won't mess with it, if it's there go grab it

Tell your friends you love who they are

“Ron, are you okay?”

Lavender sat with her elbows on the table, head cocked to the side, a look of concern on her face.

“Yeah. Why?” he asked, trying his best to hide the resentment creeping up from the fact that she yanked him from the most beautiful daydream.

“You seem distracted.”

Ron immediately felt heavy with guilt. What was wrong with him? He was here with a gorgeous woman, and couldn’t control the trajectory of his fantasies.

“I’m sorry. Just tired,” he lied. In fact, he was more energized than ever. “Can we go back?”

“Yeah,” said Lavender, with a brief flash of disappointment on her face. “Want to finish your beer first?”

Ron glanced at his butterbeer, still half empty. Hermione obviously wasn’t looking, so he put the glass to his lips and chugged it.

“Let’s go,” he said. The pair stood up to leave, and Lavender reached for his hand. Who was he to think of makeup and beauty charms as deceit when he was the one imagining shagging someone else in the bathroom?

Yet, on the way out the door, it took everything he had to avoid stealing one more glance toward the bathroom at the back of the bar.

#romionefic #ron x hermione #romione #ron and hermione #hpromione #hermione granger #ron weasley #hermione #hbp missing moment #romioneangst #songfic #angst #one shot

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lias-writings · 11 months

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Be my MJ??

pairing: spider-man!bella x reader

tw: kissing, mentions of food, fluff, established relationship, flirting (?)

a/n: hey!! so few days ago bella reposted the photo of them like a spider man ^ and i had this idea, there are few changes, like bella’s taller than reader, they are not famous obviously, and they are still british, but live in queens, so does reader but reader’s ethnicity isn’t mentioned.

also!! this is an au! you can imagine it as one of the spider-verse if you wish to (that’s how im imagining it) but it’s up to you <33

summary: you found out your partner is the spider-man everyone is interested about and not just a regular teenager as you thought.

you always thought that you had a pretty average life, and you did. you were going to local high school/college, you went to house parties with your friends and you had a partner, who you loved and who loved you.

and there you were laying on your bed scrolling thru your instagram looking at all the posts updating about the local superhero spider-man.

no one really knew who it was, no one knew if it was even a man but no one would guess it a teenager from queens.

as i mentioned before, you were doing basically nothing when you heard a knock on your window.

you almost jumped from your bed in shock but when you looked to the window’s direction, outside you saw nothing but dark night and noisy New York City.

you would go back to your previous action if you didn’t heard that sound again. this time you were sure it wasn’t just in you head so you grabbed the nearest thing- a hair brush, and put it in front of your face in a protective way.

you expect anything, a confused bird, witch on a broomstick, kidnapper or even a fucking alien but not this. not the superhero in a red costume, named after an animal you feared the most.

THE spider-man was outside of your window. at that moment you thought nothing could surprise you more, but hell you were so wrong.

the person just pulled their mask down, and at that moment your heart stopped. it’s not a middle aged man, it’s not another rich dude who became a superhero, it’s your partner bella.

you were staring at the window for good minute while bella was waving at you and signalising that they want you to open the window.

when you kind of pulled yourself together you slowly opened the window, still taken away a bit.

“hi.” they said with a little apologising smile.

“hi.”

“i-i can explain, all of this”

“i’m listening” you weren’t as confused as you were moments ago, now you felt more angry because they’ve been lying to you.

“okay, so- i kind of was bit by a spider- radioactive spider and since then i can do this” they started explaining and then shot a web right from there wrist at the direction of your door - “and this” they continued as they sticked their hand to the ceiling and crawled around a little.

“how long have you been this spider-person?” you asked knowing that spider-“man” has been around for few moths at least, but you wanted to hear it, you wanted to know why they didn’t trusted to enough to tell you sooner.

“a year” they almost whispered with a guilty face.

“a year?!” you almost screamed but luckily realised, that your parents are downstairs, soon enough.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i know i should have, but-”

“but what? am i not trustworthy?” you cut them before they could finish their sentence.

“no! of you course you are, i-“ and as they were speaking they slowly walked closer to you.

“if you knew, it would put a target on your back, which is the last thing i want, i love you and i’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you.” now your waist were completely hugged by two arms of theirs and they were resting their forehead on yours.

“even now it’s dangerous for you to know but i’m gonna do everything i can to protect you.” they finished as they gently kissed your lips, while stroking your waist.

the kiss made you completely forget what were you mad about so you dived more into it.

moments after you both pulled away in the need of oxygen but still kept your faces close.

“so you’re a spider-man, huh?”

“yeah, most girls would kill to be at your place” they smirked.

you let out a sarcastic gasp and pulled out of the ‘hug’, so you could touch the place where your heart is.

“oh really? just so you know i’m still mad at you for lying to me.” you made a fake insulted face at them as they chuckled.

“guess you don’t want this then.” they said as they leaned out of the window to grab a plastic bag that was there the whole time. you leaned your body closer to them in a curiosity and your eyes brightened when they pulled out your favorite food/sweets.

“so this is the biggest advantage to date spider-man?”

“no you haven’t seen the best yet.” they winked at you as they handed you the meal.

#bella ramsey x reader #im so nervous to post this omg😭#bella ramsey #bella ramsey fanfic #bella ramsey fluff #happy pride 🌈#spider man #lia writes 🌷🛍️

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Goblet of Fire Reread (Part 2)

Chapter 17,18,19, 20,21,22,23

"It struck him how very tall all of them were" Harry thinking this about the champions one moment and then being angry at being called "a little boy". Accurate teenage boy behavior.

Snape stepping in to stop Karkaroff and Maxime insulting Dumbledore by insulting Harry instead, "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules" XD

Fleur really cares about the honour of representing her school.

Hints of Barty Snr under Imperius: both in his behaviour + imagery (skull like appearance in the darkness)

Violet, the witch painting went up to Fat Lady to gossip. We shall hear of this friendship again in HBP.

I really really love Hermione's insight into Ron's feelings here, because the implication here is that she noticed that he doesn't talk about it. "He's always shunted to the side when people see you, and he puts up with it, never mentions it" and how she contextualises it with how he feels around his brothers. She has an understanding and kindness about this that is very sweet.

Fleur flirting with Cedric while some creepy paunchy man watching her. Damn, what it must be like to be sexualised every moment of your life and what harmful ideas have you internalised?

Harry noting that Fleur was part Veela to tell Ron only to remember The Great Tragedy that Ron isn't speaking to him.

weighing of wands chapter to set up the priori Incantentem at end of book, to remind us of Harry's connection with Voldemort's wand.

Hermione trying to force Harry and Ron to talk to each other, poor thing. I can really feel her anxiety building over this and she is so impatient, "you miss him, he misses you". Hermione on Ronarry agenda. She even tries to sneakily make him meet Ron in Three Broomsticks and then Harry cottons on. And then her getting irritated, Harry having to resist the urge to poke Ron is peak trio content.

Harry getting cheered up by the fact that Cho wasn't wearing a support Cedric badge. Also, it's a nice shade to her character - she is nice. She recognises the badges for what it is and doesn't take part in it.

his face breaks into the first smile in days cos of Sirius and Sirius redirecting attention away from himself and focusing on Harry - "never mind me, how are you?" Harry is so vulnerable with him that he talks about Ron with him.

Sirius' respect for Moody is very interesting, he displays more of this in Padfoot Returns chapter where he talks about how Moody captured DEs and not killed them. I believe @leogichidaa and @artemisia-black have had a tumblr discussion on this.

Ron doesn't come up to bed after Harry lashes out at him for interrupting his conversation with Sirius. Poor bean - wondering how things got this bad between him and Harry.

BCJ is so chilling on reread- essentially admits that he is keeping track of real Moody via the Foe Glass. "I'm not really in trouble until I see the whites of their eyes. That's when I open my trunk."

BCJ talking about Maxime and Karkaroff but also himself - 'They want to win. They want to beat Dumbledore. They'd like to prove he's only human'. And he laughs.

Ron catches Harry's eyes, but Harry is too resentful to care. Ron trying, in his own awkward way, to let Harry know that he is on Harry's side again.

Harry not needing to hear Ron apologise to forgive him. Clearly Hermione feels the same as I do, because she burst into tears, hugs them both and goes off to cry alone LOL

I saw this tumblr post about how Fleur dealt with the dragon was the most compassionate one - trying to put it to sleep - that she and Charlie would get along cos of it. Cute hc.

Pigwidgeon falling 12 feet down before flying with the letter is so funny. Also how cute that Harry's letter to Sirius had a "blow by blow" account of how exactly he swerved, circled and dodged the Horntail. Sirius would have found that very endearing.

LOL at Dean drawing Cedric with his head on fire for party banners. (apart from drawings of Harry dodging Horntail)

Harry calling out Hermione for bending of rules is so cute. When she says, "he is supposed to work out the egg on his own" when Lee picks up the egg, and Harry reminds her in undertone that he was supposed to work out the dragon alone too, and she "grins guiltily"

I am very disappointed in Dobby, whose political consciousness that shone and drove the plot of CoS is done to "acceptable" levels of radicalism. He tried to save Harry, explicitly against harry's wishes, because of his idea that Harry is a symbol of hope to the "enslaved dregs of the magical society, who are treated as vermin" and that defeat of Voldemort ensured that his kind are treated better. (he is still endearing, but speaks to the message of the books - he can be radical but cannot question the existing institution too much)

Winky's loyalty to Crouch is treated as pitiable, while Hermione's overzealousness with some gentle ribbing because JKR seems to find it endearing. We will probably get into white saviorism later, because I have THOUGHTS.

Ron and Harry sword fighting with fake wands, which are tin parrot and rubber haddock respectively, is hilarious. (Ron's parrot got the haddock's head)

Cedric telling Hufflepuffs to leave Harry alone. Looks like he was so grateful for Harry's tip, he steps in on the bullying.

Cho's words about who she is going to the ball with echoing with each step Harry took. Peak teenage experience. End of the world your crush has been asked out by someone else.

so funny that Ron keeps trying to ask Hermione who she is going to the ball with at unexpected times to surprise her into answering

love that Hermione was simultaneously appalled by fake-Moody making Malfoy a ferret while also not above referencing that incident to get Malfoy off her back. ("twitchy little ferret, aren't you Malfoy")

Ron notices Hermione's teeth is no longer the same. And Hermione is all sly and mischievous about the fact that she let Madam Pomphrey carry on a bit.

ok this is such a cute description: Hermione sitting to watch Ron and Harry's chess match which had recklessly brave pawns and a violent bishop

Dobby gets socks as presents from both Ron and Harry (reminder Ron also puts socks over his dead body) and Ron's Christmas jumper.

Dumbledore referencing Room of requirement. (he makes a joke that makes Harry snort and Percy frown- I guess he thinks the joke isn't appropriate for international magical cooperation?)

Parvati goes off with a Beauxbaton boy because Harry wasn't paying attention to her. She also lead him while dancing -so much so he felt like a show dog. Love how alpha she is xD

Percy glances at Harry about "hitch with Goblet of Fire" : indication of his coming arc where he doesn't believe Harry. (Also, while Percy is socialising with Bagman, he chooses to sit with Harry and Ron, which is indicative of how awkward he feels i think)

Snape and Karkaroff's conversation will get referenced in Prince's Tale, where Dumbledore grants him -"i think we sort too soon".

the image of Maxime storming away with fairies parting bushes is a very striking.

Chapter 24, 25, 26,27,28

Hermione drops key family history for Harry without either of them realising it: she used Fleamont Potter's Sleakazy's. Also at the implication that Harry asked about her hair LMAO.

Ron and Hermione reaching an unspoken agreement about sidestepping the big fight which involved FEELINGS.

the unicorn preferring a girl's touch is tied around the myth of pure creatures comfortable with "pure souls". I am really not sure how to read the gender politics of this book using this aspect of mythology.

lol, at Parvati being very "cool" towards Harry since the ball. Her retort actually makes him reflect - "perhaps I should have paid her more attention" and then, "ah well, she had a good time anyway". Honestly, stan Parvati.

Harry's so suspicious of Bagman offering him help, and rightly so. I love him putting Bagman on backfoot with his questions.

really curious about goblins and their hierarchy in the wizarding world. they are the marginalised who "fight back".

Rosmerta looking at James Potter, "who used to make her laugh"'s son yelling at a reporter in the middle of her pub XD

Love that Gryffindors get food related passwords like "banana fritters" and poor Ravenclaws have to solve a riddle every time they need to get in.

Where is the fanart of Snape with long grey nightshirt? Where?

Snape shutting Filch up when (in his mind) Moody came in, BCJ using Moody's distrust to check his office. Excellent stuff. My favourite part of the scene is Snape angrily declares Dumbledore's trust in him, and BCJ reminds him of "spots that don't come off". And Snape clutches his Dark Mark (and immediately hates himself for doing it xD)

Okay, Snape conceding power to Moody in this scene is so interesting. When Snape tries to look for Harry, BCJ makes him back off by saying "meaning Dumbledore is very interested to know who's got it in for the boy!" and Snape answers in a forced calm.

the tension between Snape and fake Moody can be cut through with a knife. Love how menacing the scene makes Moody, with Rowling using visual pictures of Moody's scars in the darkness

Lmao, Neville sending Professor Flitwick flying across room in class. And the description of "Professor Flitwick went whizzing resignedly past them" when the trio are talking. The implication that Flitwick just let Neville do his thing… XD

Hermione answering Harry's grim dark joke seriously. Nerd XD so much so the next time she takes Harry's joke seriously, he had to tell her that he is joking lol.

Harry goes off food when he is stressed or upset: a hangover from Dursley days when punishment is "no food".

"Your Wheezy, sir, your wheezy - the thing Harry Potter sir will miss the most!" LOL. The way this book is designed for Ronarry feels.

Merpeople have pet Grindylows. (also the chief is a woman)

Harry actually tries to yank the spear away from merman when they refused to help him, and hits Krum when Krum failed to realise that his shark teeth would hurt Hermione. My little feral boy.

Percy, "who looked very white", splashing out to meet Ron <3

Poor Krum - he is trying to engage Hermione and she is too busy either asking Harry about his task or cheering him for his marks to listen.

I love how much Harry gets so cheered by Sirius' letters. And even as he is tense that Sirius would get caught, he enters Potions classroom happy XD

'Scarlet woman'. It speaks to the generation Molly comes from that she has these ideas, and that Ron has noticed and picked it up.

Hermione, being also aware that Ron's regard for her is less than platonic, "determinedly avoiding Ron's eyes" when she mentions Viktor did invite her. (Also funny that Hermione is trying to puzzle out how Rita heard her, and Ron is like, "nvm, what did you say about Viktor's invitation?" lol)

@urupotterwrote a nice meta about how Snape was deliberately provoking Harry (after harry moves tables) to read his mind. Right when Harry angrily looks up, Snape's eyes bore into him to check if he had broken into his office.

Sirius made them climb a mountain for half an hour lol. He believes in outdoorsy kids.

Sirius having a fuller face, and looking like he is taking care of himself when Harry met him at the fire - but now he is back in his prison robes, his hair is longer and he is thin again. When Sirius broke into the fire, he was clearly at a place where he could hide better and take care of himself. He is living off rats.

And he notices the anxiety on Harry;s face and explains why he is here (he is very good at reading harry's face and just answering his thoughts. He does it again later in the scene). He is worried about how fishy things look, and it is clear one of the reasons of his lack of care for himself is hyperfixating on Harry's safety and circumstances surrounding the tournament. (he also moves a lot when he is thinking - it's part of why he makes for such a strong scene presence. There is either note of how he takes space, or his eyes)

Sirius backs Hermione here about Barty Crouch Snr's treatment of Winky ("if you want to know what a man's like.."). This is important for Hermione's complicated feelings about him in the next book. He was the only adult on her side - even Hagrid, who she counted on, didn't agree with her.

Sirius projecting all his family issues over Barty Crouch Jnr.

Sirius' description of Azkaban is just extremely solitary and drenched in death, and suffering. He can see and hear things that are near his cell or out of the window (he could see Dementors burying who he thought was BCJ outside the fortress). Speaks to the immense violation Barty Crouch Snr has committed by sending him there without a trial. (There is also the fact that Azkaban is horrible, and no one deserves it)

Snuffles, enuff said. He also allows them each to pat them on his head before they leave. how cute.

"If he thought we are standing in way of his career"..ah, seeds of Percy arc of OOTP. Hermione believes in him while Ron doesnt lol.

I haven't mentioned in my notes because it would get too long - but Sirius' exposition about the First War, I think, is important for the atmosphere that leads to friends turning on each other.

also, I really love the note of Sirius, as always, admiring the morals of Mad Eye Moody for trying to bring Death Eaters alive, versus his condemnation of Barty Crouch Snr's methods. This shade of him - combined with the fact that he would have absolutely killed Peter after Jily death if he had the chance, or even the previous book. @artemisia-black wrote about her interpretation of it in this meta.

House elves should be "seen, not heard" philosophy, where they have internalised that anything showing discontent from where they are is undesirable.

Hermione pulling a Blinky episode here XD if the worldbuilding wasn't so shitty, I would actually enjoy a critique of Hermione's impatience here because it is very in line with steam of young activists finding roadblocks within the very people they want to help.

Chekhov's gun: the eagle owl Harry observes flying over Hagrid's hut - the same owl we see in Harry's dream with Voldemort later.

Maxime is apparently trying to make up to Hagrid - she watches Hagrid's class and even tries to engage him in a conversation prior to this. Maybe she feels sorry about how the story about Hagrid's mother come out in the Prophet and wants to bond? What did Maxime face because of her parentage?

Ron being upset that the gold he paid Harry back with vanished, and how he hates being poor and how both Harry and Hermione don't know what to say: Hermione tries to cheer him up by saying she will get him a Niffler for Christmas, how cute.

harry regularly sending Sirius food and little notes with them. I CANT. they have my heart, they are everything.

love that Fleur and Cedric are apparently friendly enough that she keeps going on about underground tunnels to him, and how Fleur beams at Harry when he comes.

Harry and Cedric being jocks, and how they are less than happy with the state of the Quidditch pitch lol.

Dumbledore uses the Patronus to summon Hagrid. A known method of communication between the Order. ("a ghostly bird")

love the dynamic of Fred and George arguing: George seems to be the more cautious one of the two, saying putting something like that in writing is blackmail, while Fred is like, "You're not going to complain once we get the pay off, would you?" But the moment Ron asks what's up with them, George backs Fred and sends the letter himself.

I also really loved the moment of the trio confronting the twins. It was hilarious. it shows all their priorities - both Fred and Ron with confrontational and surprised, "what are you doing here?" and Harry and George on defensive, "sending letter?" and both Fred and Hermione with a suspicious, "What, at this time?"

Hermione still uncomfortable with the idea of breaking laws: "This isnt some silly school rule, it's the law". Given where they all end up in DH (honestly even OOTP), this is interesting. She even advises Ron to reach out to Percy to stop whatever the twins are doing, and Ron's like, "Are you mad? He would probably do a Crouch and turn them in!" XD

Harry being annoyed at Sirius being an Overbearing Dad XD "Who is he, to lecture me after all the stuff he did at school?"

Chekhov's gun: insect buzzing somewhere behind the curtain. Rita Skeeter.

Also seeing Crouch Snr struggle against the Imperius put on him by Voldemort tells us how incredible it is that Harry throws it off in the graveyard

Harry connecting the magic of Pensieve with the diary through means of his experience. Could be a cool worldbuilding detail if we want to think about how Tom preserved his "memory" in the diary, along with it being a container for his soul.

important to understand how Voldemort operates: he alone knows who works for him, and others get exposed to each other via shared jobs or connections. This adds to what Sirius says in Padfoot returns chapter.

Mulciber specialised in the Imperius, as per Karkaroff's testimony. Could he have done something in similar vein to Mary MacDonald? It could also be talked of as a "laugh" since students do find Moody's control of the spider in Unforgivables class darkly funny.

"He is no more a Death Eater than I am": Dumbledore's vouching of Snape is strong. I would love a fic that explores Snape and Dumbledore's equation in First War, and how Dumbledore sees bits of himself in a young man who also thinks he is brilliant, and wants power, but ends up hurting the person he loves in his blindness.

The trial essentially feels like a gladiator ring, with the accused chained to the chair. (Of course, Bagman doesnt get chained to the chair due to the relative popularity with the jury)

Ah, BCJ. His reaction here depends on how you read his involvement with Longbottoms - whether he actually did it, or whether he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course, the book, with Cruciatus scene with spider, heavily suggest that he was indeed guilty. So, it is interesting to see his terror here - he is genuinely terrified of going to Azkaban, but he is also using his genuine terror to appeal to his parents, to get out and be free. (He does similar things throughout the book - use his real dislike of Malfoys, Snape but misdirect you about his motivations). It's a nice manipulative streak.

"You're no son of mine!" "Take them away, and may they rot there." I need a Crouch family deep dive, because it is essentially a version of Walburga burning her son's name off after he ran away. which is: "I want to pretend you don't even exist."

a very astute reader pointed out on reddit how Moody is not present for the Longbottoms trial (and his eyes were intact on both trials before). So the hc is that Bellatrix took out Moody's eye and he was recovering in the hospital at the time.

#hp reread #goblet of fire #harry james potter #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #sirius black #hermione granger #ron weasley #percy weasley #moody

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A Statement from the Readers of Witch Weekly, Upon the Occasion of the Potter-Malfoy Wedding

We knew the first time we saw them together in public, of course! Well. Some of us knew. Some of us were still insisting the poor boy was straight, which anyone with a Witch Weekly subscription should have known was nonsense. Take that photograph on page two, November 3, 2001. We can remember it like it was yesterday, the way he was looking at Charlie Weasley on the dancefloor! His eyes were hotter than all those laser lights bouncing around! Well, and who wouldn’t look at Charlie Weasley like that? “Because he was reminded of Ginevra,” our broomsticks!

Excuse us. Some of us are a little excitable, due to the occasion.

We were saying: it was clear as a sunny day in January, those boys were head over heels on their first re-encounter. We saw all we needed to, there on page one! Among the dozen pictures from the opening of the new hospital wing, the way their gazes caught and clashed! The way their eyes kept dropping to each other's lips! And then— heads together, tilted close to hear amid what surely was a din of conversation, as if they were the only two in the world. Now that is romance, right there on the glossy page for anyone to see. And what could be more interesting than that?

So it was hardly surprising, to us, of course, when we saw them together again three issues later. We had debated it hotly in the meantime: where would they go? A formal date, a paparazzi shot of one leaving the other’s home in the early hours? A casual encounter easily explained? When we tell you, not a one of us could have predicted— except yes, fine, except Amelia, but her sight isn’t strong enough to see the biscuits in the tin half the time, so none of us listen to Amelia— well. Who, now honestly who, (besides Amelia) could have predicted the Scene at the Harpies Match?

And what a scene! Many of us screamed when we saw it! Four dozen of us dropped our tea cups and had to wait for our hands to stop shaking before we cast Reparo. Others bit our own hands nearly hard enough to draw blood, and Cuthbert fainted dead away onto a blessedly convenient chaise. That first image, the quick glances when they thought no one was looking, just missing each other's eyes over and over! The way the wind ruffled their hair, and that extra inch of throat from an open collar. That would have been enough to keep us going for another week, surely! But there was more.

Angry faces, flushed cheeks, and then! The way he stood up so quickly and strode out (on those legs, Merlin keep us), and the way he jumped up to follow! And of course. The pièce de résistance, which of course you would have seen: the confrontation against the wall of the stadium, braced against each other, furious, and— excuse us while we sigh— the Kiss.

After that it was full speed ahead, wasn’t it? We were witnessing a love story for the ages.

#drarry #my writing #witch weekly #fanfic #fourth person pov #frotcot bingo

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If You Got It, Haunt It

Curtis and Honey Halloween Special

Summary- 2.6k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You and Curtis are out for a night at Paulie's playing a game of pool with Claude and Grey. It all starts with one little Halloween pun and some purple nurples.

Warnings- Smut. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Happy Halloween everyone! My personal favorite holiday and I had to drop something to celebrate. I hope everyone finds something good today among all the mayhem our world has going on. Thank you all for all the comments, likes and shares you give this series. The puns were from a reel I saw on facebook and if I ever come across it here, I will be sure to link it because it was so silly and cute.

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The pool balls clacked across the bars table while you stood nearby watching Curtis and Grey debate on where the balls would go. Claude stood at the other end, picking out pool cues for you and her.

Money sat on the edge, waiting for the future winner to lay claim. The bar was festively decorated all around, the usual music that Paulie played was now tuned in with some more halloween themed songs. You were waiting for Monster Mash to start playing, already having told Paulie you were gonna need a tray of Purple Nurple shots to be delivered per your and Claude’s request. A little homage to Dean Winchester as well as shooting some purple colored shots. Tis the season after all.

Curtis wandered over after it was all decided who was playing what ball, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. You sunk into his touch, cuddling in against him. “Mh mh MH.” You started, looking up at him. “I didn’t know my favorite Halloween treat came in life size.”

“Honey, I will be the monster you can mash.” Curtis immediately responded, a hand wandering to cup your ass, arching your hip to press against his while you hid your giggle in his chest. “You and Grey are stripes.” He rumbled, grumpy in the moment that Claude insisted on switching up the usual teams. “You over here looking all ‘come fuck me Curtis’ Pretty Girl is giving me some thoughts.” His nips on your mouth, tasting of his whiskey shots from earlier making you grin at the sensation, the warmth of his chest seeping through his hoodie and curling through you. You let your hands slide into the pouch at the front of his shirt, tugging Curtis in closer to you till he was wrapped all around you. “Babe, I must be a witch.” You let your nose rub against his before pulling back enough to see his expression, your grin wider with the upcoming joke you had for him.

“Really? Why’s that, 'cause you put a spell on me?” Curtis played along, his grumpy expression from earlier still a trace on his features, but he was starting to lighten up a bit more while flirting with you.

“I actually can raise your broomstick without even touching it.” You informed him, arching enough to press a kiss to his bristled cheek while he gave a huff of a laugh, you snorting in a giggle while he hugged you against him.

“Fuck.” He grunted, talking only loud enough for you to hear so his mouth was close to your ear, the bristles of his cheek a welcome sensation as they brushed against your jawline. “You really do have that kind of magic woman.”

Claude shouted over the table, making you and Curtis glance her way. “Curtis, remember you're on opposite teams. You can’t be over there flirting with the enemy.” She held up his pool cue. “And it’s your turn.”

“Then you’re in for some fucking bad luck Claude, 'cause I have no will power against my girl.” Curtis let his hand run along the curve of your ass one more time before pulling away and taking the cue from her, looking around the table for the best shot while Grey appeared behind Claude, catching her in his arms and making her yelp in surprise, the two of them fooling around with one another while Curtis aimed for a shot.

You admired Curtis, so reminiscent of the first time you two played pool when bumping into each other. It was even the same table, the two of you talking and getting to know each other while Curtis taught you how to play. That moment felt like a lifetime ago now, so much having happened between you and Curtis to get to this carefree moment shared with friends. The sound of Claude whooping in victory while Grey groaned had you breaking from your thoughts, giving a shrug of your shoulder to the group as if you weren’t at all worried while you approached the table and prepared to take your turn.

“Lucky shot Everett, now step aside.” Your hand pushed playfully against the wall of muscle that made up his chest, never really standing a chance at actually moving Curtis back a step but he purposely stumbled back like you did, giving you space to play.

“Yes Pretty Girl.” He muttered, making Claude shoot him a ‘don’t you dare look’ and he smirked in response. You set yourself closer to the table, leaning into the move with a sharp hit of the follow through and as soon as your shot was done, you felt Curtis’s hands fall to your waist and while you eased up, you were able to lean into his chest, watching the balls scatter once more, not making any shots but helping line up some for Grey to take when his chance came. “Good shot Pretty Girl.” He watched over your shoulder calculating which ones Claude should take.

“I'm happy with it.” You hummed out. “I sure as hell wasn’t going to be getting any at that time.”

They watched Claude and Grey play, the two of them doing their own game of flirting. You and Curtis stayed off to the side, losing interest in the game at this point.

“Pretty Girl, we should be werewolves for Halloween.”

“Oh really?” You turned in his hold to face him, the two of you wandering further away from the pool table, the halloween music thumping louder and although you knew Curtis wasn’t much for dancing unless the two of you were at the house, you started swaying to the music playing. “Why is that?”

His hands were flowing over your curves though, tracing you like he couldn't get enough of how you felt moving in his arms. “I bet we would have a howling good time together.”

You busted into laughter at this one, making him laugh too. Purple People Eater started playing over the speakers and you tilted your head back to listen to the song. “Paulie! Purple Nurples!” You shouted out. Claude danced over to you, grabbing your hands and pulling you into her arms, the two of you bouncing in a childish dance.

“Yeah, I got them!” He slid a tray across the counter towards Grey, who gathered up the bright purple shots to bring to the table you all had laid claim to earlier. Curtis took one and sniffed it, his nose wrinkling at the smell.

“Damn that smells sweet.” He handed you yours while waiting for the go ahead to take it.

“The grape jello, just be quick with it!” You tilted your head back and let it slide down your throat, Curtis doing the same. You reached over for two more, intent on finishing the tray before the song ended. “Hey Curtis, is it Halloween yet?”

He took the shot, not as enthusiastic as you, but he was willing to stomach the shot once more for you. “Just a couple more days, Pretty Girl and then you can take out those fangs again.” His blue eyes raked over you suggestively, his gaze dark and wanting with his suggestion.

“Good, Cause you can carve my pumpkins.” You grabbed his hands to lay them on your curvy ass cheeks, arching into his grasp as he squeezed his hands on you and gave a moan that bordered on getting turned on and exasperated at your last lame joke. A swift little swat to your ass made you wriggle against his hold all that much more.

“How long have you been saving that one Pretty Girl?”

“Since last week when I saw a tik tok video.” You admitted, tugging on his hoodie. The addition of the purple nurples made you warm and tingly all over in addition to the way you two had been throwing the suggestive touches and words all night. You must have been giving him a look cause the corner of his mouth lifted smirking, his mouth dropping to flush kisses along your jawline to your ear. “Backseat?”

“You wanna?”

“Pretty Girl…” His mouth pressed against the pulse point just behind your ear, eliciting a rushed breath as all those tingles and warmth blossomed in you, wanting, craving, needing more. “Always wanna.” His hand took yours, jerking his thumb over his shoulder when he turned to Grey and Claude in their own little world on the other side of the table, the pool game half played. “We’re stepping out for some air, meet back here in a bit?”

Grey nodded, raising his hand in a thumbs up. “See you guys in a bit.”

Claude, not quite caught up, raised a questioning brow in your direction but then when it clicked she mimicked Grey with a thumbs up. “Have fun!”

Before you could respond, Curtis had you weaving across the bar. The two of you rushing into the cool October night. Maybe the purple nurples were giving you some tipsy confidence but you pushed him against the bar's brick wall, his back thudding and he looked down at you in surprise for half a second before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you up enough to kiss you hungrily.

He tasted wild, a mix of alcohol and him, you ran your hands down his chest and grasped his belt to work the clasp off enough to push your hands into his jeans to rub at his cock through his boxers. Thick and throbbing already, he hissed against your lips while tilting his head back with a groan, his hold against the back of your neck falling to your waist, turning bruising in his lust. “Fuck Pretty Girl, don’t ever stop.”

“Don’t plan on it Curtis.” You cupped your palm around his length, squeezing just enough to bring him pleasure but not as far as you knew he would want it. Teasing him was fun and you were enjoying the power he gave you over him. But it didn’t last long as he pushed you back enough to continue back to the car, digging for your car keys out of his back pocket since he drove you two here tonight.

“Curtis… do you wanna play zombies?” You asked as you wrenched open the back door, falling back into the seat to pull yourself back, Curtis following inside to somehow get the door shut and hover over you.

“What?!” He asked distractedly as you worked your shirt off and he was as well. But he managed to catch up and shook his head. “No? Yes? Why?”

You giggled a bit, biting your lip as you snapped open the button of his jeans while looking up at him. “If you do then I will just lay here while you eat me.”

“Oh god Honey.” He laughed hard, his shoulders shaking and his forehead coming to lean against yours, looking in your eyes. “That one was my favorite tonight.” His mouth pressed to yours and you both started grinding against one another. Curtis eventually dragged his mouth from yours so you could catch your breath while following the column of your neck to your collarbone, sucking a nice little mark there while you arched under him, offering yourself to him. He worked your pants open, starting to drag them off while continuing down your body. This time leaving little bite marks after your zombie comment.

“Just like that.” You moaned while running your hands over his scalp and holding him to your chest after he tugged your bra up enough for your breasts to be free, your sensitive nipples aching pleasurably under his tongue, gasping happily when he dragged one into his mouth and pulled, making your legs wrap around his waist. “Curtis…” You arched again, your body feline rubbing against his now that you were practically bare under him, short of your pants hanging off one leg and your bra pushed up to be no longer practical on your chest. His hand braced against your back and he growled out. “Hold on Pretty Girl.”

You grabbed onto his shoulders while he maneuvered you both, him in a seated position in the middle of the back seat and you straddling his lap, mouths still chasing after each other. Curtis worked his cock out from his boxers, running his hand up and down his length while you prepared to wriggle off his lap so you could go down on him.

“Wat Honey…” He stopped you and tapped his hand against your ass. “Get up on your knees Pretty Girl.” You obliged, raising up and he ran a finger along the seam of your panties covering your cunt, sliding the slick fabric aside. “Did you know the human skeleton has 206 bones, Honey?”

You watched him mesmerized, his hand sliding up and down slowly on his impressive cock, whimpering with want and need as you felt yourself dripping on his fingers slipping between your folds. “I did… but I could take another.” You squeaked as he teased your clit, ready to start practically begging when he let the tip feed into your entrance.

“Good cause I plan on giving you another.” Curtis pressed you down onto him. You meant to laugh at this one, but instead it came out as a pleasured gasp, pressing your hands against his chest and grinding on him while adjusting to feeling him so deep inside.

“Shit…” You hissed out.

“Take your time, Pretty Girl.” He watched you with half hooded eyes, one hand resting against your waist and the other sliding up and down your folded thigh. “Fuck you are so beautiful just like this.” He praised, keeping still till you told him you were ready. But the way you were rubbing your clit against him and squeezing him, he just hoped you would be ready soon.

“Mmhh so deep.” You let yourself raise up and back down, finally feeling confident in it. “Okay, I'm ready.”

Letting Curtis go, he helped you ride him with constant praises, his hold helping you move up and down, rotating your hips which always felt so good your eyes would roll back, feeling every inch of Curtis pressed in you, full of him till you couldn't take anymore you were sure.

You both sped up, Curtis snapping himself into you while you slammed yourself harder down, once in a while one of you would seek out each others mouths for messy grunting kisses but it all got to be to much and Curtis hugged around you to bury his face into your chest with a curse, both of you rushing for orgasm and it was a slamming pleasure that sucked the air out of your lungs.

It wasn't till you collapsed against him that Curtis eased the two of you back, lounging in the back seat wrapped around each other comfortably. Your head laid on his chest and at some point Curtis did cover your back with one of your shirts to keep the outside chill slowly seeping into the car from making you cold. Your fingers traced his chest and went to fiddle with the chain. “How long have we been out here you think?”

Curtis hummed lazily as if he couldn’t be bothered to consider that they were in your backseat in a parking lot. “No clue, you ready to go back inside?”

“No, not really, I’m pretty comfy.” You said and the conversation went quiet for a moment.

“Honey, I got one more for you.” Curtis broke the silence and you didn't bother to lift your head, also to comfy in the moment to bother.

“Give it to me Curtis.”

“I think I already did.” You glanced up to see the smirk of pride. “Okay, will you let a demigorgon in our bedroom?”

“No.” You shifted in against him, sighing out a bit happily. “Why would I?”

“Awww come on Honey, we have done stranger things.” Curtis dropped his punch line. Both of you were silent for half a second till you both broke into laughter.

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Hi! Omg I just found your page yesterday and I'm OBSESSED!!! and I was hoping I could request a Thomas shelby/reader where the reader is a Harry Potter witch who has left the magical world for the muggle world, and ended up in Birmingham. Since she has no real muggle education or connections she's struggling and ends up bartending at the Garrison instead of Grace in season 1.

I just love the idea of a (literally) magical girl charming all the peaky boys and being an equal to Tommy, if you want maybe include The Big Reveal about her magic?

Love your writing!

Dear Anon,

This was such a fun request! The timeline is a total mess as the Marauders are my fav crew. Hopefully, it doesn't bother you. Thank you for waiting.

Enjoy XOXO

Warnings: romance - no explicit content, however Peaky Blinders does contain themes only acceptable for adults. Please consume content responsibly.

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The pain was consuming as you looked at Remus on the train platform. Years of running into his and your friend's arms every September, and now you are saying goodbye.

Harry was ripped away from the two of you to live where your love couldn't reach him.

The funeral ended, and Sirius was hauled off. It was glaringly clear that you couldn't find a place in the wizarding world after the war had ended. You’d suffered great losses and all that was left was you and Remus.

He’d secured a position helping Dumbledore and you had faith he would be alright. You had job options pouring in from the ministry, even teaching positions from Hogwarts. Every time you think of either, your stomach twists.

Last time you were at either of those places you were there with them. Going back made you feel like it would somehow become real. Any time you interacted with this world the more the pain would become real. It was agonizing. Hogwarts was your home.

This leads to you drinking heavily to manage the remaining hours on shift at the Three Broomsticks. Every time the bell would ring on the door you felt like you would see James or Sirius. Marlene or Lily. Someone.

You stumbled home flopping onto your bed, the thought of calling Remus crossed your hazy mind. Knowing he would worry enough to come over prevented you. He had enough going on this close to the full moon. Stumbling to grab a glass of water you sat next to the toilet knowing what was going to happen. It was just a matter of time.

Many memories flooded your mind of Sirius holding your hair back, and James laughing at you for being a lightweight. Nights piled onto the kitchen floor, falling asleep anywhere only to wake up on some soft surface with a friend close by.

Now your apartment is empty. Everything stayed in boxes so it couldn't creep up on you. You grabbed the newspaper off the top of the shelf. It was a muggle one and you were grateful for the stationary photos and straight lines of print. Somewhere along the way, you saw an ad for a muggle bartender. It wasn't too far away, and most importantly you’d never been to Birmingham. No reason for it to hurt.

You smiled content with your logic.

You thought about it and decided it was meant to be, who put that newspaper in your bathroom? You had no idea but it seemed like an excellent plan

One call later you had an interview secured. You picked a nice deep plum-colored dress from a muggle shop in the city.

Job and new apartment confirmed, now you were saying goodbye.

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You rested your damp cheek on the scratchy tweed jacket he was wearing.

“After my next project is done I’ll pop by for a visit, yeah?” He mumbled in a heavy voice. Whether you stayed or not there was no way for the two of you to be together. He’d be traveling ten months out of the year.

“Yeah.” You confirmed hating how your voice wobbled. Pulling out of his comforting embrace you felt the cold autumn wind wrap around your body, taking his warmth far away.

“Take care of yourself, Moony.” you brushed the tears away.

“Same goes for you.” He kissed the top of your forehead before the bell rang. You stepped onto the train and sunk into your seat. Watched him wave until the fog obscured his slender frame. You pulled out an indented stone from your pocket. You, Lily, and the boys all had matching ones. When you rubbed it they all started to glow. As far as you knew they were buried with them. You silently prayed that wherever they were they could feel your love. You couldn’t even think of Sirius.

The train ride didn't take long. Honestly, you probably could have apparated, but for some reason, all the best things in your life had started with train rides, why stop the tradition now?

You doubted this would be one of those good times in your life, but James would want you to be strong, Lily would have wanted you to take care of yourself. They wouldn't want to see you deteriorating, drowning in memories.

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Your first shift wasn’t too hard. You were from a muggle family and tended to do most of these types of things by hand anyway. Pouring drinks, smiling at people that didn't know you, engulfed in the warmth of the pub, glowing lights keeping the dark fog outside at bay. You weren't happy, but you felt at peace with things.

These people had just had their own war, you could feel them trying to move on just like you were. One of the older men at the pub caught that look in your eye, giving you a hearty pat on the shoulder.

“You’ll find your way, love.” He started with glossy eyes. You only nodded, giving him a sad smile, but it was enough. The warmth was interrupted by a group of men arriving. The mood shifted and people quieted down.

They wore nice clothes, and distinct hats, clearly some type of gang. Memories of purebloods and death eaters caused the muscles in your shoulder to tense up as they approached.

“Bottle in the snug '' A man called out before moving into the enclosed booth. You assumed he meant whiskey and opened the little passage from behind the bar. Happy you didn't have to go directly into the room.

You watched as all sorts of strange company moved in and out of the snug. Wondering who those men were, and why they seemed to command the mood of the small pub.

Eventually, it was closing time. One shift accomplished, no drinks and no tears.

The place appeared empty except for the man still sitting in the enclosed booth.

“Sir, we are closing. I’ll have to ask you to leave” You said in a sweet voice, trying to figure out what you found so peculiar about the man. His bright blue eyes looked up from the stack of papers he said sprawled out on the table.

“It’s alright I’ll lock up.” He said staring at you, your face flushed in confusion. “Thomas Shelby” He stuck his hand out standing up. You introduced yourself by shaking his hand.

“I own the place.” He clarified.

“I apologize I only met Harry the other day -”

“It’s alright. Stay for a drink?” There was a twinkle in his eyes that pulled you in. Looking at the bottle of whiskey your stomach twisted painfully.

“I - I don’t really drink right now”

“With child?” He sat down motioning for you to take a seat regardless.

“No, it just doesn't look good on me at the moment.” You tried to give a polite smile, but it fell short. He hummed looking you over.

“From Scotland?”

You nodded in response, wanting to avoid thinking about home.

“Why this pub?”

“It was hiring.” You answered easily.

“This part of Birmingham isn't the best, love.” He gave you a look of warning. “Best to keep to yourself, and come directly to me if you're in trouble.”

His words were icy, but you’d experienced just about every type of horror the world had to offer.

“Trust me sir, you don't have to worry about me.”

“Is that so?” He wanted more information from you, his head cocked to the side. You only nodded.

“Well, I’ll walk you home nonetheless.” You paused not sure if you wanted to give away where you lived. “You're just up the street, yeah?”

“That would be nice thank you.” You had your wand on you, so there wasn't a real threat to the situation.

“In the city on your own then?” He asked as you stepped out into the crisp air.

“Yes, a fresh start was called for.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Because you want to know or because it's a requirement you vet me?”

“Sounds like this isn't your first time?” He said sharply, a visible distrust washing over his features.

“Maybe all cities have a Thomas Shelby.” You sighed in defeat. “I lost my father in the war, my mother passed away soon after, I was involved in things I won’t talk about. Lost my closest friends. I won’t stay there, but if the position is no longer open I can move on to the next city.” You said sharply, you didn't have time for games, and judging by how tired he looked in the street light neither did he.

He stopped, turning to face you.

“I’m sorry.” He had the most consuming flicker of empathy in his eyes.

“I’m sure you got your fair share. I'm sorry as well.” You murmured slightly breathless. His eyes were pricing, and suddenly you were desperate to know more about this strange man.

“Now what exactly do you do?” You needed to know before your thoughts got carried away.

“The same thing the rest of the Thomas Shelbys do.” He placed a hand on your low back as you resumed your walk home. “Peaky Blinders, that’s my organization. The pub is ours as well as that Betting shop over there.”

“What are you up against?” you asked wanting to know what blood dirtied his hands regularly.

“People that wish they were Thomas Shelbys”

“So you keep things gang-related then?”

“As opposed to?”

“Innocent folks, daughters going missing - that sort of thing” You shrugged.

“No.” He responded seriously. You nodded considering things.

“This is me” You nodded to the building.

“You need anything you can come to me.” He said darkly, suddenly you wondered what he meant by anything, a flush covered your cheeks.

“I’ll be sure to seek you out.” You said as calmly as possible.

“I look forward to walking you home again tomorrow.” He gave you a nod and he started walking down the steps. Opening and closing the door to the stairwell you could see through the window that he’d stayed to make sure you were in the door before leaving.

You climbed the stairs to your flat, wondering if you’d just got mixed up in another bout of nonsense.

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He was there at the end of every shift to walk you home. Which soon escalated to showing up at the beginning of your shift with your favorite pastries and tea.

People treated you a little nicer, not from a place of warmth but moreover a place of fearful respect.

Tommy belonged to a big family, you’d met Arthur, John, and Polly so far, but you had heard of his sister Ada and little brother Finn.

These days were long and you were often very tired. Too tired to remember or think about things making this the perfect escape. Tommy was around you frequently flirting in his own way. Other men would be warned with a single look, and you figured that meant he was interested. Perhaps he was waiting on you to make a move?

Slowly you began to trust him, enough to let him court you properly when he asked. You and he shared the same type of inner void. It was nicer to be with someone that understood it, and wasn't always trying to change it.

You looked at him sitting in the firelight. His mind lost in the flames, there was a blanket of snow covering the ground and Christmas was inching closer. He quickly caught you staring, responding by pressing a kiss to your lips. Suddenly the yard fell away as his warm hands clasped your cheeks.

He deepened the kiss leaving you amazed at how it warmed your body from the cold wind. Charlie and Curly suddenly found something very fascinating in the barn that needed attending to.

The moon was bright in the sky, lighting up the whole city by reflecting on the snow. You felt the familiar feeling of need seep out of your bones. His grip on you was so inviting, your body relaxed further against him.

He pulled away, pressing a kiss to your forehead. This was where you both always left things and guilt started to bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to take things further, but you always got in your own way.

You tried to date at school, but after your last attempt spread rumors about you throughout the school - you’d stopped. You thought back to the boys terrorizing anyone involved. It was never worth the risk, then you were swept up in a war with no time for anything.

Tommy on the other hand struck you as the type of guy who had regularly indulged in acts of passion. You’d wanted to get it off your chest for a long time now. The fear of him getting tired or bored constantly weighing on you.

Remus was coming and you thought it better to wait for his opinion and see what he thought of Thomas. You rested your head against his shoulder taking a deep breath.

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You had talked to Polly about this day. All week you’d been dreading it, a dark cloud of reality hanging over your head. You were grateful she had told you to stay in, to look after yourself for the day. She’d even sent you home with some dinner and muffins, her kindness lifting your spirits slightly.

It was Lily’s birthday.

She’d slept next to you for seven years. She was a friend from the start despite you both drifting off slightly to rival friend groups. But when Severus had hurt her you’d been the one to break his nose the old fashion way. James pulled you off of him, it was his concern for your well-being and safety that made her see him in a different way. You pulled the covers over your face and prayed that these memories would leave you to rest for a while longer.

A knock sounded at the door close to noon. You assumed Tommy had come to check on you. The thought of his presence was enough to pull you out of your bed.

Grabbing your house coat you opened the door. Remus’s towering figure stood over you and you let out a shout of excitement before pulling him into a tight embrace. He smelt like cinnamon and cardamom.

You eventually let him go and took in the worn-out features of his face. Suddenly the urge to fix him took over as you got him to sit down in the kitchen.

“Tea and breakfast.” You stated as you put the kettle on by hand before realizing you didn't have to do things the muggle way. Suddenly things were flying around the kitchen as you got the eggs on the stove.

“Go on, tell me everything.” You encouraged him, he looked so tired it broke your heart. You made a mental note to pick him up some clothes and stitch his coat before he left.

“Not much I can say really.” He lit a cigarette and leaned into the seat. “Want to hear about all this though.” he waved his hand gesturing to your small flat.

“Well, I like the pub. It’s mostly easy work.” You nodded not sure how to bring up Tommy.

“Any friends?”

“Yeah, well, about that -” You could already tell that your face had given you away. He let out a loud laugh at your embarrassment.

“So my boss is kind of this crime lord - gangster type. I may have fallen in with his family…. Well - and perhaps fallen for him.” You poured him a mug of hot tea.

“A gangster? Thought you ran away for a simple life?”

“It's all guns and money - not really a threat to me. But bloody hell Remus I have no idea what I’m doing.” You ran your hands through your hair in frustration.

“What’s he like then?” He put his cigarette out.

“He’s - very handsome. Kind to me, very attentive. He’s - well, he was in their war so he’s a bit like us now, you know. He’s very sad.” you spoke in a hectic manner fluttering about the kitchen trying to find things.

“But you're also very sad.” He stated simply.

“Right! So much in common.” You said sarcastically. There was another knock at the door.

“It’s open!’ you called out preoccupied with lighting a cigarette. Remus gestured to the kitchen with his hands, eyes wide.

“Fuck” you hissed suddenly stopping all magic. Needing to tend to the eggs you dropped a cigarette into the sink diving to catch the spatula.

“Tommy!” You said suddenly, shocked to see him. He took in the situation and gave off a colder-than-usual aura.

“This is my best friend Remus!” You watched as they introduced each other and shook hands.

“Lily’s -” You paused and swallowed hard. “Lily’s birthday would have been today.” You told him, before whipping around to start frantically making breakfast.

“Are you hungry, love?”

“No, I’m alright.” He said watching you. Suddenly you realized you were still in your nightgown and housecoat. Remus didn't care, many summers spent skinny dipping, he’d seen more of you than most - but Tommy.

That’s got to be where all the tension was coming from. You couldn't leave the stove on to go change so you just gave him a cup of tea.

You and Remus started telling stories about school, ones that didn't immediately make you upset. You watched him relax as he realized he was learning more about you with Remus there.

They both talked for a while as you got dressed, you were happy to see that everything seemed to be cleared up. Tommy gave you a kiss at the door before leaving to handle some things.

Leaving you and Remus to gossip.

“You're picking a rough path,” Remus said, letting out a deep sigh.

“Don’t think I ever thought I would go any other way. You and I were always caught up in trouble. It just finds us everywhere we go.”

“Well, he’s definitely got stuff rattling around in his head. But he cares for you.”

“You think so?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“What if I mess it up?”

“Remus? - I want to um… take things - all the way?” Your face pinched up in discomfort at your choice of words. “But I uh never - ya know” you shrugged and he laughed again.

“Just take it slow, do what feels right,” Remus said, trying to contain his obvious amusement.

“Then he better be kind to you or I’ll kill him.” He said the same way James would have.

“Mooney!”

He only shrugged.

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Tommy seemed slightly put off by Remus’s visit. Something that was very apparent to you.

“Tommy?” You entered his office at the betting shop later that evening. He hummed looking up from his papers. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes” He answered tightly.

“Is it about Remus?” You pushed and he gave you a flat expression that answered your question.

“Look, if you’d rather go home. I wouldn't hold it against you.” He said bluntly, his eyes colder than ever.

“I-”

“Don’t lie” His words bit into you.

“I don’t tell lies.” You said sharply getting up and slamming his office door. You knew there was a temper in him that scared you. Sure you could handle yourself physically as long as you had your wand. But he was too close to you now. He didn’t need to use force to hurt you, he could just open his mouth.

The fact that you could hear Lily’s laughter floating all around you the whole day did not help.

The night passed and you laid in bed wishing Remus had spent the night like you offered. Memories crept in and the thought of facing Tommy at work the next morning made you grab the bottle of whiskey from above the fridge.

You’d just opened the bottle when there was another knock at the door. You opened the door in your slip uncaring of who was on the other side. You would love to fight someone right about now.

Tommy was there initially looking at your face then you watched his expression shift as he took in your appearance. You moved away from the door going back to the whiskey in the kitchen.

He came towards you grabbing onto your chin.

“You better not even start!” You snapped at him. “I pay the rent on this place! If men want to show up unannounced at strange hours they can deal with this!” You gestured to your body. “If people don’t like it, then don't come over! How bout that” Part of you wanted him to react. Slap you down so you could leave. Hide away from whatever was starting between the two of you before it took its pound of flesh.

“What do you want from this eh?” His eyes held nothing but passion and caution was getting pushed to the back of your mind. “You don’t have me over in your apartment. I don't see you like this, but he does? What am I to think?”

“He’s my best friend, we - we know each other very well” He let out a cold laugh but you continued. “He’s the only family I have left. He’s it.” Your eyes narrowed as you got even angrier pushing his hand away. “You haven't seen me like this because - I - I've never - dated or been - I've never had sex.” You took a breath. “I don't know what I’m doing. I wanted his advice. Make sure he likes you, I don't have anyone else to run these things by - I don't have anyone left -'' Soon the items in the room were starting to float, your mind was always on the edge now trying to process everything that even something this small would push you over the edge.

You closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Everything in the apartment settled eventually and you wondered if you kept your eyes closed long enough you wouldn't have to watch him run away. He pressed himself against you crushing you in his arms. His cheek pressed to the top of your head. He pulled you closer when you knew every bone in his body was telling him to run.

“I’m a witch.” You blurted out, knowing it would get you in trouble, however, according to Remus they were still cleaning up such a mess that it was not uncommon for these types of things to go unnoticed.

“What kind?” He whispered.

“Erm - not an evil one?” You pulled away to look up at him more confused than ever. Eventually, you both ended up at the dinner table. You poured him a hearty glass of whiskey and was impressed that more than anything he just seemed curious.

You told him about who you were honest and he took it in a glass of whiskey at a time.

“Things got pretty bad for you lot, for a while anyway?”

You nodded wondering how he would know about any of it.

“Polly’s cousins were like you. Past few years she had to stop writing because it wasn't safe. Mentioned stuff about a war and whatnot.”

“Her cousins? How much do you know?” You asked.

“Not as much as what you told me, but that side of the family has lots of this type of stuff.” He shrugged, lighting another cigarette.

“So you don't - mind?”

“No” he almost smiled. “If anything it means we don't have to tone down the usual family stuff.”

You’d often wondered about Polly, her way of seeing things that others didn’t.

“Well, whatever it is I doubt it will put me off.” You said honestly. “S’long as you don't take things too far with business.”

He scoffed “I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep me in line.”

You both stared at each other for a long moment.

“I like Remus, Just not when you're practically naked.” He said changing the subject. He stood up and moved to your side holding his hand out.

“I’m far from naked.” You accepted his hand and stood.

“I disagree.” His gaze was heavy and it made you feel desperate. His hand found your low back and you let him guide you towards your bedroom. The thought of sleep sounded very appealing after everything that had gone on that day but his presence was electric.

He lead you to the bed and pulled your quilt over you, before you could ask he slipped off his shoes and dressed down to his undershirt. You made space for him and he laid next to you. Your body was tight with anticipation, unsure of what was going on. Thinking back to what your friends had said over the years that was generally not a good thing. You rolled onto your side, ready to ask him what this was all about, but before you could ask he pulled you against his chest.

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He whispered.

“I told you a lot today, but I’ll tell you what happened - wh-” Your chest got tight.

“When your ready love.” He said easily.

“Thank you.”

He held you in his arms and you relaxed into a safety you had never known before.

“Did you want to um -” You took a breath and tried to explain what you really wanted to ask. “Stay the night?”

“You’ll never feel pressure from me, love.” He kissed the top of your head. “Just rest.”

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Polly’s family was very magical and you knew some of her relatives. Now that the war was over you were able to reconnect them.

Tommy loved it when people were around forcing you to be normal. A maid in the kitchen meant you had to struggle to reach the top shelf, meaning he would have to get it for you. Your huff of irritation was enough to bring a smile to his lips.

He married you right away, hating the thought of things being uncertain. He knew that his place was next to you so there was no point wasting time.

One night Remus got a bit of evidence that Peter may have been at fault, this lead to the both of you taking over the study for weeks putting everything together. You both managed to clear his name.

Sirius being a mess but deciding to take it out on Tommy because he didn't think he was good enough for you.

You were thoroughly bothered by the fact that you couldn't see Harry. After enough pestering, you managed to take custody of him proving you raised him in a muggle community. Something that wasn't hard with your current setup. You were initially worried that Tommy would reject the idea of raising a child that wasn't his own. You felt sick the night you broke down and asked him, only to be surprised by his own difficult feelings of knowing a child was being mistreated. Out of respect for you and your friends, he had no problem accepting the boy into the family.

Lol just thinking about Harry going up against all this stuff with background Shelby commentary & events.

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Years Down The Line~ Sebastian Sallow X Reader

Summary- It's been years since Y/n has set foot in Hogwarts, since she's been anywhere near where she lived, she's been on adventures, discovering new places, but she knew she needed to come back, for a certain reason, but maybe that certain reason turned into two reasons when she see's Sebastian Sallow once again after years or not talking, what will happen? will they rekindle? or will Y/n let the fear of hurting people around her get in the way of knowing where she truly belongs.

Y/n

I scan the area around me, my eyes darting to the buildings. The beautiful buildings around me. This place. The way it still made my heart still feel at peace. Hogsmeade. I couldn’t believe I was really walking around this place I swore I would never come back too. The place I escaped after Hogwarts. I decided to travel around the world, see different places. To not be just a witch for once but just someone that nobody knew about. I wanted to be free from being the “Hogwarts Hero” it’s been 10 years since my fifth year. I just left without telling anybody where I was going, I didn’t want anything holding me back or trying to keep me from going cause I knew if He would’ve said something, I would’ve stayed. Even though we were nothing more than just friends. Well, even though I was secretly in love with him for years. Everyone always thought of us as an item, Ominis swore up and down that we were just keeping our relationship a secret, especially with all the flirting we were doing. But it never made it past the flirting, he just saw me as just merely a friend, someone to confide in, someone to distract him from his own pain. I wasn’t upset about it, he was someone there for me too, but just a little more then I was too him.

I walk into the Three Broomsticks, ruffling my hair to get the snow out of it. It was winter time here, and it was my favorite part of living here when I was younger, I would constantly run outside to be in the snow, whether that was making snow angels, just enjoying the nice crispy weather or the view. It was a sort of peace being here. I decided to come back for one reason, for Fig. It was his tenth anniversary of his death, I wanted to visit him for the holidays, to talk to him. I haven’t talked to his grave since the year he passed. God did I miss that man, the only man I looked up too, the man who basically looked at me as his own, and yet again I lost someone close to me. I see Sirona making conversations with the people around her, her smile still was as bright as the sun. The way she had this aurora around her. Sirona looks over to where I walked in, her eyes widening at the sight.

“If that isn’t Y/n L/n?” She grins swiftly moving her way towards me. I break out into a grin engulfing her into a hug.

“Sirona, oh how I missed you.” She pulls back slightly scanning me from head to toe, her eyes soften softly.

“Oh my child, you’ve grown to be such a beautiful woman.” She grabs my hand and examines the one on my left hand. “Hm no ring?” She lifts an eyebrow in question directing my way. “I would’ve thought someone swept you up by now, especially that Sebastian Sallow who kept following you around like a lost puppy.” She smirks. I roll my eyes pulling my left hand from her grip.

“No, I do not have anyone in my life at the moment, just me myself and I, Sirona.” I tease looking down at my empty ring finger tracing my finger, hopefully one day someone would take that honor, but I couldn’t knowing Sebastian didn’t. But of course once again my fault in that.

“Have you seen Sebastian, Y/n?” I dart my eyes towards her question ruffling my eyes brows in confusion.

“No, I haven’t seen him since my last year at Hogwarts, I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving…” I whisper looking down at my shoes. “I’m sorry I didn’t bid you goodbye properly.” She looks at me with a soft expression on her face but also a pained one. Oh how I didn’t realize how much people I’ve left behind, all the people who supported me, but they didn’t need me, all I did was cause damage to these amazing people.

“Oh none-sense honey, I knew I would see you again.” She smiles brightly once again ushering me over to the bar. “Come on dear drink on me tonight, butterbeer?” I laugh lightly sitting down on the bar stool taking off my scarf.

“Yes please!” I hear the door open behind me, I look back seeing a certain girl entering the three broomsticks. “Anne?” I shout. The girl looks at me, her hazel eyes exactly like his.

“Y/n!” She exclaims, she drops the bags she recently purchased on the floor running over to me before giving me a welcoming hug. “I didn’t know you were back!” I scan the girl, her smile was bright, she didn’t look pale as the last time I saw her my fifth year, her eyes were shinning. She looked so happy, so strong.

“I didn’t tell anyone, I just missed it here and thought I would visit.” She looks at my tired eyes also doing the same thing I just did to her a minute ago.

“Please tell me you have somewhere decent to stay?” She cocks her head slightly her eyebrows raised waiting for my reply.

“Oh well… not really but at least it’s somewhere rather than no where.” I giggle at her puzzled face when I answer her question.

“No absolutely not, you’re staying with me, just recently moved near here, come on!” She grips my hand, I gulp down my butterbear before hopping down the bar stool.

“You really don’t need to do that Anne, the Holidays are in a couple of days, I don’t wanna be a bother, I’m just here for a certain reason.” Anne furrows her eyebrows.

“No you’re staying with me, I will not take no as an answer.” She replies stubbornly. Just like her brother. I glance at Sirona her eyes already on mine.

“I’ll see you another time, please be sure to stop by before you leave.” She pleads. I laugh lightly nodding my head at her comment.

“Of course I will, Sirona, I promise.”

“Or we’ll just keep her here and there will never be a goodbye in place.” Anne hums softly before taking my hand and leaving the Three Broomsticks grabbing her bags with her other hand, her hand wrapped around my wrist dragging me across Hogsmeade, going the other side of town. I look across from where she was headed to see a small little cottage, smoke coming up from the chimney. Did she live with someone? She smiles up at me opening up the door.

“Guess who’s here!” She shouts into the house. I look ahead to a see a back to me, the person had blonde hair- Ominis.

“Ominis?” I whisper gently walking towards him, he turns around a wide smile on his face.

“Y/n, I knew it was you.” He smiles widely bringing me in for a warm welcomed hug. “I can never forget about you.” I giggle at his soft side my eyes darting from Anne to Ominis.

“So you two?” I scrunch my eyebrows, my eyes still darting between the two with confusion. Ominis smirks wrapping an arm around Anna.

“We’re married.” He looks down at the girl with a gentle look on his face, never in the years that I’ve noticed Ominis did I see such a soft side and Anne brought that out of him.

“What! Anne you couldn’t of told me on the way here!” I pout bringing them both into a hug. I feel a tug at my sweater that was snuggly wrapped around me looking down to see a small little girl with freckles and blonde hair, grey eyes just like Ominis. I look down at the child with wide eyes.

“Y/n, meet Noctua Gaunt.” Anne says with a lovely grin to her face, covering her mouth to escape any giggles coming out. My face must’ve been hysterical, my eyes I swear were going to pop out of my head, as I continue to look at the child, but also cry to see the makings of sweet Ominis and sweet Anne.

“She’s beautiful.” I get down to her level. “Hi Noctua.” I smile at the name once again, Ominis aunt, the only family he looked up too, and here she was but as his daughter. She couldn’t be older than one, all she did was babble and wave with her small little hands. I hear the door slam open.

“Okay I did splurge a little more for Noctua than I liked but I couldn’t help it for my favorite little girl.” I look up to see butt loads of presents covering the face, until the person sets it down and they look straight down at me. Sebastian. I sit up from my kneeling position slowly standing up locking eyes with his. Oh Merlin beard he grew up to be even more handsome. He had a slight stubble, his hair seemed to be more fluffier, his built was filled out, the shirt he was wearing was rolled up to his elbows and the muscles were certainly popping out.

“Sebastian.” I freeze in my spot, as so does he.

“Isn’t this wonderful! I ran into Y/n on the way back home from the Three Broomsticks!” Anne exclaims, so oblivious to what was going on in front of her.

“Come on dear, that’s let them talk- they have a lot to talk about.” Ominis mumbles picking up Noctua with them before heading into the kitchen. Sebastian walks up to me eyeing me up and down.

“Are you real?” I laugh at his comment, Merlin I just might being going hysterical, really. I cover my mouth to stop the laughing fit I just created.

“Come on Sebastian, of course I’m real.” I reply back laughing a bit more before finally settling down. I turn my back on him looking over the whole house, the photos of Ominis and Anne's wedding, photos of Noctua, of Sebastian. I was somewhat jealous of the fact that I didn’t have this but once again it was my fault I didn’t have this beautiful life.

“You left me Y/n.” I freeze in my spot at his comment, shutting my eyes tightly. I knew he was going to bring that up at some point, but only if he knew I did it for him.

“Yes, I did do that…” I trace my fingers on the photo frame of Sebastian in his Auror suit. Probably his first day I’m assuming. “Didn’t know you were Auror.” I try digressing the conversation holding the frame in my hand looking back at him with a small smile. “Honestly imagined you working for the library or becoming a writer honestly.” Sebastian looks at me with soft eyes, a small smirk coming up to his face walking closer to me, he looks down at me grabbing the frame out of my hands softly grazing my fingers as he does so. There it was. All the feelings I was holding back and forgetting came alive again; as I felt his touch and looked into those hazel eyes once again.

“I wanted to write, but something about adventure and going out and helping people is who I want to be, I learned that from the best of course.” He says softly his eyes still latched on my own. I hitch a breath to realize how close we are I can feel his breath on my skin, and the way he looked at me was different then any of our years together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.” I blurt out setting the photo down on the counter facing my body fully to look at him. He looks down at the ground stepping away from me. Sebastian turns his back at me running a hand throw his wild hair.

“I waited for you at the Great Hall, to say goodbye, I was going to ask you to travel with me, I was going to ask you to live with me Y/n.” His back still turned on me his hands now gripping his hair.

“Sebastian, I couldn’t stay here even longer, I knew if I talked to you, you would've convince me to stay.” I reply walking over to him placing a delicate hand to his shoulder, he flinches at the contact turning around to face me again tears welled up in those beautiful hazel eyes.

“Damn right I would’ve convinced you to stay, you have no idea how much I wrote to you, asking you to come back to me, I care about you that I’m still waiting for you.” He grabs my hand rubbing his thumb on the back of it softly.

“Sebastian, I can’t… I can’t do this.” Curse me. This man was about to make me feel things I shoved away so long ago. “Anne, Ominis it was nice seeing you, I-I can’t.” I rip my hand away from his grasps my body already missing the way he held me.

“No Y/n wait.” I grab my wand appariting far from their little cottage thinking about the one place I came here for. I open my eyes tears rolling down my cheek looking in front of me to see Professor Figs headstone next to his wife, I crumble down to my knees sobbing.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I grip onto his headstone my eyes not stopping the unbelievable amount of tears erupting my face. “I couldn’t be here anymore, without you, I couldn’t bring Sebastian down my path, I couldn’t even help him when he was going through his own dark path I just decided to go along with him, I’m no Hogwarts Hero. I killed you, I’m the reason you were killed. I looked up to you, you were the only one who I thought of as a father.” I sob uncomfortably laying my head down on his gravestone. “I miss you, I’m sorry I haven’t visited, I’m scared of being back here, I’m scared of hurting those around me….” I lean my head back looking up at the sky, the snow was falling barely but it still was beautiful. I think about how the way Sebastian looked at me, he looked at me as if he had seen ghost. The way he touched me gently like he was scared at any moment I was going to crack, and yet I did. I was so weak for letting my emotions get the better of me yet again. I start to rest my eyes all this crying made me exhausted before you know it darkness is surrounding me.

Sebastian

She disappeared again, right in front of my eyes this time. I’m just an idiot to let my emotions get the better of me but just seeing her again. The way she grew up, more mature, she was gorgeous and of course I checked her left hand to see if anyone had taken her side but nobody hadn’t. She has indeed been alone this entire time? Why? Ominis and Anne come rushing in.

“What the bloody hell did you do Sebastian?” Ominis says crossing his arms over his chest

“I almost confessed to her… seeing her after all these years, Merlin Ominis you should’ve saw her, she looked so beautiful but yet so broken, so long gone.” I respond pacing back and fourth the room running my hand through my hair trying to wrap my mind on to what just happened.

“Well if I could've seen her Sebastian, but once again blind nitwit.” Ominis scoffs but seeing me in this state his eyes soften and makes his way towards me lightly putting a hand on my shoulder. “Come let’s go find her.” I stop in my tracks and look towards Ominis.

“You’re telling me to go after her? Wow Ominis I think we’ve spent too much time together, usually your the rational one.” I say with a slying smirk coming to my lips.

“Shut up, I just don’t wanna hear your pouting and whining again, that lasted for five years, I can’t do that again.” “No please go get her.” He pushes my shoulder. “There’s only one reason why she would be here, and you know it.” My eyes widen.

fig

Why of course. I look at Anne and Ominis giving them a small smile. “I’m not letting her go again, I’ll be back.” I apparate to figs grave looking to see a small figure hugging onto the stone, her under eyes looking red and puffy and she was definitely freezing. “Y/n.” I gasp out grabbing her small body carrying her bridal style before apparating back to my own cottage. It was small, but it was something to get by. I take her to my room laying her slowly down to the bed. I cover her up to keep her warm conjuring a heating spell to warm her up. She mumbles softly before her eyes slowly open up.

“Sebastian?”

Y/n

I feel warmth hug my body, mumbling softly about how good it feels. I blink my eyes open looking around my surroundings before my eyes landing on a certain brute. “Sebastian?” I ask raspy. That crying might’ve been the death of me.

“Y/n.” He places his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb gently across it looking up and down my body probably to make sure I wasn’t hurt.

“Why am I here?” I look around the room about to sit myself up when he pushes me down gently.

“No you’re not getting up, you need to rest, it’s been a long day for you.” He moves his hand from my cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push you today.” He looks brightly at me. “Now please get some rest.” He goes to walk out when I grab his hand before he leaves stopping him. He looks back at me confusion written across his face.

“Please don’t go.” I look up at him with a desperate look on my face, mostly begging him not to leave me alone after my uncontrollable crying on Figs gravestone. Sebastian kneels down on the side of the bed next to me with a worrisome look on my face.

"Do you still get those nightmares?" He asks softly his thumbing rubbing circles around the back of my hand in a comforting manner. I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing out a shaky breath. I look at him with tears forming into my eyes, how do I tell him I've been having nightmares every day for the past 10 years. How I do tell him all the dreams are about losing him and everyone else around me but especially him.

"All the time Sebastian, they never leave me, I'm scared." I hiccup. "I'm scared me just being here is going to hurt everyone I love and care about. I lost Fig, the only male role model in my life, someone I loved as a parental role. Merlin the fact, I dream about losing you especially. What if someone takes you away to torture me." I breath out. I let go of his hand to cover my face with mine, the tears streaming down my face. I wasn't emotionally ready to have all the thoughts in my head with him right now, otherwise I would be a bloody mess.

"Don't say anymore, I'll stay Y/n, I'll always stay." He leans foreword to kiss the top of my head leaving his lips a lot longer then I expected. I look up at him through my lashes the tears still streaming down my face. He wipes my tears away with his thumb looking at me with such a loving way, something I wasn't use to Sebastian doing.

"Sebastian...." His eyes never leave my face.

"Come on my love, I know you just wanna rest, and I promise I'll stay the whole time." He rolls into bed next to me spooning me, tightly bringing me to my chest as though I could never leave his grip. I trace his arm that was under my head.

"I'm sorry Sebastian." I mumble before drifting into a slumber.

I wake up from a dreamless sleep, I didn't dream once last night, not a happy dream nor a nightmare. I somehow felt peace, but I remember where I was. I remember all that happened the event before, the days coming back to me. I furrow my eyebrows not feeling the other body next to me, I sit up abruptly looking to my side to see Sebastian not there. I panic a bit, jumping out of the bed running into the main room.

"Sebastian!?" I yell, I look over to see him in the kitchen cooking, and I inhale deeply, as he turns his body around to look at me with wide eyes.

"What, what happened?" He rushes over to me grabbing onto my face scanning my body from head to toe. "Are you okay?" I sigh rubbing my arms in embarassment.

"I-I just thought something happened to you." I stammer looking down at the ground at my feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." Sebastian moves closer to me lifting my head to look at him.

"Never apologize for something you didn't do." He whispers with a small smile planted on his face. "Now come, I made us breakfast and I want to take you somewhere." I cock my head to the side and beaming slightly at him.

"You cooked? Should I be scared?" I question giggling lightly as he brings me to the table pulling out my chair for me, I sit down as he pushes me in.

"Oh hush, living by myself have given me the chance to practice." He smirks bringing over some food to my plate. I glance up at him.

"So no girlfriend in the picture?" I ask sipping on the pumpkin juice he poured for me, he sits across from me shaking his head.

"No, too in love with someone else to be in a relationship." He states taking a bite of the food. I stop the cup to my lips freezing in place. He's in love with someone? I should've known all these years he would find someone that he would eventually love, but how I silly that I thought maybe that could change, it wouldn't matter anyways I was going to leave tomorrow anyways.

"Oh, I bet she's amazing." I whisper eating the food Sebastian set in front of me, he doesn't say another word but a smirk was planted on his smug little face. We finish our breakfast, and I stand up to do the dishes when he stops me.

"No, I've got this, why don't you change and get ready, the bathroom is right around the corner." He takes the plates from my hands, tucking the loose hair behind my ear. "I'm taking you somewhere special." I blush turning my head the opposite direction to make sure he doesn't catch it. I nod giving him a grin before walking away to the bathroom with my bag. I look around the bathroom, nothing so special to it until I caught a photo on the bathroom counter noticing it was a photo of Sebastian and I, it was one that moved to capture the moment and I remember the day we took it, us near the lake happy go lucky, nothing phasing us in that moment. I smile at the memory, I can't believe he had this here. I shake away the feeling that crept back into my head. I change into black pants, and knee high boots, with a baggy green sweater, hopefully to keep me from the cold, I use magic to fix my hair and makeup from the previous night before. I sigh softly looking at myself in the mirror looking at the scar that Ragnok caused, right across my eyebrow, all of those memories are now a scar, still there but slowly healing.

I walk out of the bathroom seeing Sebastian with a black button up with his Slytherin scarf wrapped around him, and his black pants. I observe more in this moment. He wasn't the same Sebastian, he held more confidence, he grew into his features fairly well, he was handsome, he was so so handsome, and so much taller. He was towering over me, and god how I wish I can call him mine.

"You ready?" He takes out his hand, and I gently grab it as he apparates us Merlin knows where. I look around us, grass surrounding us but there was an edge we were close to.

"Where are we?" I ask walking closer to the edge, Sebastian right near my heels, and that's when I saw it. Hogwarts. I gasp in the beauty, we were over looking the giant castle. It was beautiful but it brought back all the emotions.

"I remember when I first saw you, you walked into the sorting ceremony our fifth year, and I remember thinking that was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life." He mumbles playing with his fingers looking down at them. "Merlin's beard Y/n, you came into my life and it flipped, you helped me even though I was going through a path I know you didn't fully support but you did anyways, you stuck through me years after that, I know I hurt yo-"

"No Sebastian, I hurt you." I breath out the air I was holding onto hearing him say the things he did, I couldn't let him think I was this amazing person when I know I wasn't. "I have almost got you killed multiple times, because of my stupid ancient magic, because of stupid goblins, I would've died to help Anne but I didn't know how, I'm a coward." I turn away from the castle my arms holding onto me. "But it doesn't matter cause I'm leaving so I don't hurt anymore, I have to leave tomorrow Sebastian I just have too." Sebastian's eyes widen.

"No you don't get to leave me again!" He raises his voice slightly moving his way in front of me with sadden eyes. "You do not get to decide to come into my life and make me fall in love with you all over again, I mean Merlin's beard I've never stopped loving you, you left me and I left with you, my heart did, I've been in love with you since the moment you stepped into that great hall, the moment you came up to me in that bloody common room. You've never hurt me, you hurt me by walking away from this, from us, and I know I never told you I was in love with you but that last time I really was going to ask you to be mine forever." He reaches into his pocket and grabs a box opening it containing a emerald green ring that had his initials on the side of it. I widen my eyes at his confession, my heart pounding, warm butterfly's fluttering all over in my stomach.

"Sebastian, I left because I was scared of my own feelings for you, I knew you would follow me anywhere I went and that scared me, I was scared, I'm scared now, I've been in love with you since the day I met you, I would literally die for you, I've had nightmares everyday for ten years and every single one you're in, but every single one you're being taken away from me and that hurts me way more then the dreams I end up dying in, or being tortured because if something happened to you I would never forgive myself." I gasp out tears trickling out of my eyes, his eyes are boring into mine-he moves closer to me leaning foreword catching my lips onto his gripping the back of my hair gently, I bring him closer by grabbing his scarf as we passionately kiss he moves his hands down to my waist gripping onto them gently, we pull back to catch our breaths our foreheads pressed against each others.

"I've been waiting for that for ten years my love." He breaths out tucking the loose hair behind my ear his eyes searching for mine. "I'm so in love with you."

"And I with you Sebastian Sallow." He brings my forehead to his lips placing a chaste kiss on it, I wrap my arms around his waist his chin on the top of my head. I didn't want this moment to end, I didn't want to let him go, not now, not ever. He pulls back the ring box still placed in his hand.

"Y/n... I know we haven't dated, haven't even been with each others life for years, but all I think about is being with you and only you. I want you to have this ring as a sort of a hold until I can actually propose to you, cause I want you and only you." I giggle softly, the tears once again in my eyes, I only nod bringing my left hand out for him to place ring on that certain finger.

"I wish to one day be Mrs Sallow, Sebastian, I want you and only you." I whisper wiping my tears with my right hand as he slides the ring on my finger, it fitting perfectly on my finger. "I cannot believe this is happening." I breath out looking at the beautiful ring placed on my finger, smiling at the way I first arrived thinking that I would only want Sebastian to have this finger.

"Should we go to Ominis and Anne to tell them the good news? That you're here to stay." He smirks lightly.

"Oh Merlin their going to literally kill us for taking this damn long." I chuckle at the thought of Ominis telling us he told us so.

"Yes, but I cannot wait to hear Anne literally scream at the both of us for being idiots." I laugh placing a small kiss onto his lips. We later tell Anne and Ominis what happened in the day we were gone and we were both right Ominis telling us he told us so, and Anne calling us idiots. I knew this is who I wanted to be near, who I needed to be surrounded by. They were my home. Professor Fig would've been proud....

AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS MY FAVORITE ONE THAT I WROTE IM OBSESSED! MIGHT WRITE A PART TWO WITH WEDDING AND FAMILY IDKKKK -A/N

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marvelgirlstories · 8 months

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Hi, I realized that I accidentally saved this to my drafts instead of posting it. 🥲🥲 This is the George Weasley fic that I wrote to celebrate one month on Tumblr. ❤️❤️❤️

Enjoy Xxx

George Weasley x reader (dating)

Cute Date

SFW

Warnings: Bad language, Fred scaring people, George being sad

It was a sunny Friday and you were slowly dying in the north tower, where you had divination. You were sat next to George bored as fuck, trying not to fall asleep. You were just about to close your eyes, when George passed you a note.

Hey gorgeous,

Are you free tonight?

Yes Yes

Go on a date?

Yes Yes

Pick you up at 7.

Your loving boyfriend,

George Fabien Weasley

Xxx

You chuckled as you read the message and saw the possible answers. Georges face lit up when he saw the message, even though he knew you wouldn't turn down the opportunity.

After divination you finally got to speak to him. He pulled you put of the way of all the people wanting to get down to the great hall for lunch. You were about to say something when he kissed you. The kiss lasted about 20 seconds before you broke it. "So pick you up at seven?", George asked. "We literally have the same common room", you answered. "I'll take that for a yes.", he said. "Dress code?", you wanted to know. "Nothing to fancy", he replied. "Ok.", you said leaning in for a kiss.

You were finally ready at five to seven and so you went down into the common room because George couldn't come up to the dorm. You were wearing your favorite outfit to wear outside of school. You had glammed it up with some jewelry and make-up and you did your hair.

He was already there and you could see how his eyes shone when he saw you. But as he made no move to go over to you, you sat down near the golden trio and tried to help Hermione help Ron and Harry with their homework.

At seven he walked over to you. "Wow, you look stunning", he said, before pulling you in for a deep kiss. "Get a room", Ron shouted and George pulled away ready to yell something back. But Hermione got there before him hitting Ron on the head with a big bit of parchment. "Don't worry about him", you said,"I was promised a date!" "Come on then, gorgeous!", he said, leading you out of the portrait hole.

"Where are we going?", you asked as you both went down the stairs. "Shhhh", was what he said. When you stood in front of the corridor with the one-eyed witch, you knew where this was going. "Oh no. No. Not Hogsmeade.", you said, before you could stop yourself. George turned around to face you. "Well, I mean... If you don't want to we don't have to.", he answered, trying to hide how much it hurt him. But you knew him to well to think he didn't mind. "No, George. Fuck! That's not what how meant it." You internally cursed at your self. You lightly kissed him. "I was just worried. I thought we might get caught. But then I realized you would of thought of that. Because my loving boyfriend, George Fabien Weasley thinks of everything." "If you are sure...", he said. "Don't worry, handsome. I will always go along with your crazy plans." He smiled. "Come on, then!", he said opening the tunnel.

He stepped in first, then helped you down. After he closed the passage, he took your hand. "You ready", he asked. "Of course", you replied. He took out his wand. "Lumos!" "Come on!", he dragged your arm as he started to run. You joining his pace.

You ran for about two minutes before you slowed down to a walk. After a while, you got to the end of the tunnel. "Ok. Let's go!", he said. You two snuck up through the storeroom and into the main shop. The owner wasn't there. He was probably up stairs. You two made your way to Zonko's and then two the Three Broomsticks. Madam Rosmerta gave you extra cream with your Butterbeer. "You are the first Hogwarts students that have snuck out tonight.", was her reason. "This is really nice. Thank you so much!", you said to George. "It isn't over yet, love. There's more to come.", he replied. "Well, I'm looking forward to it.", you said, kissing him softly.

When you had both finished your Butterbeer, you went outside. "You ready for the rest of the date?", he asked. "Always", you answered. He grabbed your wrist and lead you back to Honeydukes. After you snuck back down the tunnel. He took out his wand, ready to light it up. "Wait!", you said. He was about to ask why when you kissed him passionately. Taking your time, tasting the Butterbeer you both drank. His tongue ran along your bottom lip and you let him in. He pulled away just before it became a major make out. As you whimpered at the loss of contact, he reasoned you with: "There plenty of time to do that later." He lit up his wand and you carried along the tunnel. He went first and then helped you up back into the corridor. Suddenly you heard a voice. "Well, what do we have here?"

You both froze "Umm...", you were about to say something when Fred appeared. "Fred! You idiot! You scared us to death!", George shouted. "I thought you were Snape.", you added. "Keep your voices down", was all Fred said back. George was just about to lunge at Fred, but you held him back. "Leave him alone.", you said,"It was kind of funny!" "At least someone has humor around here!", Fred exclaimed. "Don't test my patience.", you shot back. He put his hands up in defense. "Have fun, you two.", was the last thing that he said before he crept away. "Come on, gorgeous. Let's get out of here before Filch or his cat finds us.", George said. "Where are we going?", you asked. "It's a surprise!", he replied.

"Well, considering we are going up the only stairs that head to the astronomy tower, it's not much of a surprise, is it?", you commented. "Ok, cleverclogs. Whatever you say!", he answered, half annoyed, half amused. You where about to say something back, when you stopped in your tracks. You had reached the top of the tower, but your mouth dropped all the way to the bottom again. "Do you like it?", George asked, not being able to read your face. "I love it! It's beautiful!" He had set ups beautiful picnic area with candles, pillows, blankets, a picnic rug and all of your favorite foods. "I didn't know what...", but he didn't get any further, because once again you pulled him in for a kiss. "Wow!", he exclaimed, when you finally pulled away.

He lead you loosely by the wrist to the rug covered in blankets. George picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry and fed it to you. You both had an amazing time eating, laughing and having fun. It was so nice to relax instead of studying or catching up on homework. Then George put on your favorite song. "May I have this dance, madam?", he asked standing up and bowing in a truly gentlemanly style. "Of course.", you said. As you two slowly danced across the room, you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I do to deserve him?", you thought. "Everything", he replied. You looked up startled. "Did I say that out loud?", you asked. "Yes"

When it was finally time to go, he took you to his dorm. Everyone else was asleep, so it didn't matter. "Thank you so much!", you said while you were cuddled up in his bed. "Of course. I love you.", he replied. "I love you too"

You both fell asleep, enjoying your last moment as before the next school day together.

Hope you like it ♥️😘 See you all soon. Xxx

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scatteredthoughts2 · 7 months

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GHOSTS AND MONSTERS EVERYWHERE.

A poem for Halloween.

There is something in my closet,

So I put a chair against the door,

But when I fall asleep,

The chair slides across the floor.

Then the " something " comes into my room,

And starts playing with my toys,

And then it disappears,

When it wakes me with the noise.

There's a monster lurking beneath my bed,

And he's silent and so creepy,

And he only seems to wake himself,

When I'm feeling really sleepy.

I make sure that I'm tucked in tight,

With no piggies sticking out,

But something cold always grabs my toes,

And I wake up with a shout.

There's a phantom in the basement,

And it lives under the stairs,

And every time I go down there,

On my scalp there's prickly hairs.

I know it's waiting for me,

So I just grab the things I need,

Then back up to the hallway,

I race up at lightning speed.

There's a witch up in the attic,

With a cat as black as coal,

And if she ever catches me,

She will surely steal my soul.

She goes flying on her broomstick,

I hear her cackling with delight,

And the scratching of her evil cat,

Makes my heart go THUMP with fright.

There's a vampire in our garden,

And he's living in the shed,

In a long box filled with clay,

That he's made into his bed.

I saw him just the other night,

And I'm positive 'bout that,

He flapped his arms in his cloak of black,

And then became a vampire bat.

There's a werewolf in the house next door,

And he calls into our house,

Chatting with my mum and dad,

And he's as timid as a mouse.

But when the full moon rises,

He becomes a howling beast,

And goes tearing off across the fields,

To catch his gruesome feast.

Ghosts and monsters everywhere,

But what's a kid to do,

Who will believe an eight year old,

Though I tell them it's all true.

So I guess it's up to me,

Who must keep the spooks at bay,

Oh if only they'd believe me,

And not laugh at what I say.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

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justahumblememefarmer · 4 months

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Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 1 - Matchup 19

Episode Summaries under the cut

105: Last Christmas - Season 8 Christmas Special: The Doctor and Clara are asked for help by Santa Clause, and head to a base at the North Pole. At the base they meet several scientists who are dealing with dram crabs that sense thoughts and attach themselves to people's faces, putting them into a dream state while it eats their brain. Clara is attacked by one and is trapped in a dream with her deceased boyfriend, Danny. The Doctor attaches one to himself to join her dream and get her to reject it as fake, waking them both up and destroying the crab. Symptoms of being victims of the dream crab still affect everybody, and the Doctor determines that they are all in a shared dream state, he and Clara were just in a lower layer.

They all wake up again, and the Clara figures out that they are still dreaming. They fight off dream versions of themselves, and wish for Santa to save them. He rescues them in his sleigh and they begin to remember their real lives, slowly disappearing as they wake up in the real world. The Doctor goes to visit Clara, discovering that 62 years have passed for her since he last saw her. Santa appears and reveals that this is one further dream, and they wake up. The Doctor invites Clara to travel with him again, and they take off in the TARDIS.

137: The Shakespeare Code - Season 3, Episode 2: The Doctor takes Martha back in time to see one of Shakespeare's plays. He announces a sequel to his play Love Labour's Lost to be Love Labour's Won which is known as one of Shakespeare's lost plays. The Doctor and Martha go to visit Shakespeare and he is very taken with Martha. They also find that Shakespeare is immune to the Doctor's psychic paper. The owner of the Globe Theater shows up, angry that Shakespeare announced the sequel would be performed the next night, and cancels the performance. One of the maids, an alien witch in disguise overhears this, and with her mothers, create a voodoo doll of him and drown it, killing him.

The Doctor and Martha investigate the strange death, and retreat back to their room at the inn. Shakespeare stays up to write, and the witch Lilith enchants him to write a strange paragraph into his play. The inn keep walks in on them and the witch shows her true form, scaring her to death. The Doctor and Martha come running after hearing the scream. Lillith is seen flying away on a broomstick by Martha. Figuring that Shakespeare and the Globe Theatre are part of the witches plans, they track down the architect, who has been locked up in a madhouse.

The Doctor helps the catatonic architect regain his lose memories, and he reveals that the witches influenced his construction of the Globe and drove him mad once their use for him was done. One of the witches, Mother Doomfinger, appears and kills the architect. The Doctor works out what species they are, and names Doomfinger as a Carrionite, injuring her. He explains that Carrionites are a lost race of aliens that use an ancient science based on the power of words. They also work out that they plan to use Shakespeare's words and the construction of the globe to restore their species.

They confront Lillith who makes Martha faint by naming her, and makes a voodoo doll of the Doctor, knocking out one of his hearts, then leaves. Martha restarts his second heart, nd they make it to the theatre as the play ends, with the Carrionites portal being opened and beginning to swarm. They tell Shakespeare to improvise a verse to get rid of them, and he closes the portal, retrapping all the Carrionites and destroying the pages of his play.

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Hello everyone ! I finally post the first chapter of my very first fanfiction. I hope you will all like it! Don't hesitate to tell me your opinion. Completely SFW Summary: 10 years after the events of Hogwarts Legacy, Amelia (my MC) and Sebastian are now aurors assigned to the task to find the new leader of the Ashwinders, the younger brother of Victor Rookwood. Their investigations lead them back to Hogwarts where they get to become professors to stay undercover. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My Heart's in the Highlands

A Hogwarts Legacy FanFic, 10 years later.

Chapter One : Paperwork

Amelia was hard at work in the Auror's office on this beautiful and sunny monday morning. She was busy writing a report on her last investigation. Yet the young Auror was struggling to remember today's date which she needed to write on it. Her mind was simply elsewhere, thinking of how she could be enjoying a nice walk in the countryside as she felt the warmth of the sun caressing her face through the window. Although she had the chance to travel the country with her work and often explore the countryside to hunt dark wizards, she missed her blithesome days at Hogwarts. At that time of her life, she had the freedom and time to roam the Highlands and discover their secrets, of enjoying sunny afternoons lying in the grass with the ones she loved. Flashes of tender teenage memories crossed Amelia's mind, and the need of writing the date on her report was now a distant memory.

That is when a familiar voice, which at first she thought was coming from her memories, brought her back to reality. “Amelia? Would you like a coffee?”, Sebastian pronounced softly as he delicately put his hand on her shoulder, obviously understanding she was daydreaming. The grey-haired witch jumped slightly, however part of her was still away. As, indeed, Sebastian's voice was already part of the memories she was reminiscing about, before he even pronounced these words. In her daydreamings, he was still the conflicted mischievous Slytherin boy she fell in love with. He was still that Scottish freckled teen with brown messy hair, a mysterious grin on his face and yet terribly sad dark eyes. After a few seconds, Amelia got a grip on herself and her gaze crossed his. She realised her day inside wasn't that dull in fact. With him by her side, almost everyday was a sunny day. Now she could see before her eyes the man this boy had become. Although the wounds of the past had not been fully healed yet, he radiated with happiness, especially around Amelia. Sebastian was now a proud young auror, with a determined attitude and elegant looks. However, the messy hair remained, the Feldcroft boy was still there inside. Whenever Amelia took a moment to observe the young wizard, she saw both past and present Sebastian, witnessing how far he had come. This made her love him even more and she was immensly proud of him. Finally, the most recent addition to her boyfriend's look was a moustache. Yet another reason to love him more. She remembered with endearment the evening spent with Sebastian in the Three Broomsticks at the end of their seventh year when she suggested to him the moustache look. They chatted around a good butterbeer of what they would look like as Aurors in the future. Amelia could clearly see him with a neat little moustache. And to think that now what she imagined became true.

All of these thoughts crossed Amelia's mind as she looked at her boyfriend, who was still waiting for her answer. “I'm sorry dear, it seems my mind did not want to be here. I would love a coffee, please.”, observed the young witch, smiling tenderly to her lover. “I didn't realise it was pause time already”, she murmured, almost to herself. “Alright then, I'll go make some coffee.” Sebastian said ending his sentence with a soft kiss on her head. “You should go for a small walk, even inside, it'll wake you up.” he concluded. He was just about to turn away when Amelia stopped him. “Sebastian wait! One more thing. What is the date today? I feel like my mind's a bit foggy. I can't remember.”, the witch confessed. “The date? Ha ha ha! You really do need to wake up! Today's Monday the 10th of September 1900.”, Sebastian answered. With these words, Amelia got up fastly from her chair, as if to finally put an end to her state of half-sleep. A caring chuckle escaped the young man's mouth while seeing this scene. He then walked away to make coffee, with a grin on his face. He was probably trying to come up with something to tease her a bit, as he always did. As for Amelia, she sighed as she remember all the work she had to do after the pause. She brushed her skirt with a swift and expert motion of her hands. She pulled a little the ends of her brown velvety vest to put it back in place. And she brought her loose hair behind her back. Having a respectable appearance while walking through the office corridors was utterly important to Amelia. Anyone would agree this was very Ravenclaw of her. Feeling satisfied with her looks, she walked to the door of their office.

After entering the corridor, Amelia closed the door of her office, took a deep breath to prepare for whoever she would meet, and took a glance left and right. Her careful behaviour was due to the fact that, although passing her Auror training with flying colors and having made her marks in the job for three years, the young witch was still one of the few female Aurors at the moment. She had to suffer frequent comments from her coworkers, even though most of the time unintentionnal. Amelia knew how to defend herself but still, this situation made her a bit nervous. No one was in sight in the endless corridor of the Ministry, with its dusty red carpeting and gloomy portraits of former Head Aurors. Amelia always thought the Ministry had a strange and heavy atmosphere, she felt uncomfortable here.

She decided to walk in the direction of the Head Auror's office, maybe she would have the chance to chat sometime with him. The Head Auror at the time was Maynard Dunn who had been chosen for his skills and not for the reknown of his family. He proved his capacities many times in breaking many Poacher networks up in the United Kingdom. This 45 year-old wizard was the one who recognised Amelia and Sebastian as useful recruits and approved their application. He quickly became a mentor to both of them. Amelia appreciated him especially for the fact that he made no difference between her and male Aurors. Unfortunately, to reach Dunn's office, Amelia needed to cross one of the open cublicles where the other Aurors worked. Part of her feared their comments, but what were some looks and comments to someone who had single-handedly vanquished Ranrok as a fifteen year-old. The young witch gathered her courage and opened the door to the cubicle.

There, she met the one person she feared to meet: Dunn's secretary. He was a small and round man who tended to forget Amelia was an Auror, although being a woman. “Ah! Miss Grayson, I was hoping to see you this morning. I am still waiting for your report.”, he exclaimed while checking his notebook. “I am currently working on it, sir.”, Amelia answered politely. “Currently? Obviously not since you're there in front of me.”, barked the little man. Amelia was boiling, she wished she could change him into a quill and use it to write her report. As she was about to answer, the secretary ignored her and turned away to talk to another Auror: “Good day to you Agent McLaggen, how was your week-end?”. “Agent?”, Amelia thought to herself, “I never get to be called Agent Grayson...”. There was no point in remaining here. She took a quick glance at the buzzing office: some Aurors where laughing around a cup of coffee, some others where writing frenetically on brand new parchment, while others were frowning incredibly hard at their files as if they were suffering from extreme pains. Amelia then continued her walk to the Head Auror's office and left the cubicle to enter another corridor. She was almost there when she met exactly who she wanted to, Maynard Dunn. Surprisingly enough, the man was accompanied by a teen girl with long dark hair. She gave a penetrating look to Amelia which caught her off-guard. Thousands of questions where running through her mind as she approached the unusual duo.

Hearing the young Auror's footsteps on the carpeting, Dunn turned towards her and smiled. The teen's face remained cold, she seemed to be analysing Amelia from head to toe. The silver-haired witch pretended not to notice it and gave Maynard Dunn a handshake. “I'm glad you're here Amelia, there is an important matter we need to discuss.”, the Head Auror told her. “I'm all ears sir, but I just have one question. I don't recall we take interns, don't we ?”, immediately replied Amelia with her signature delicate sarcasm that would have made Sebastian melt if he was here. She gave a head sign in direction of the teen girl. The black-haired teen raised an eyebrow at this and her eyes were casting sparks of defiance. Amelia only smiled at her, already feeling a good chemistry between them. “Excuse me ladies, I almost forgot the introductions. Amelia, this is my niece Yana. I am escorting her to her trial for underage sorcery. It's only a simple formality as she was protecting herself but the ministry insists in using this case as an example. Yana, meet Amelia Grayson, she is one of my most valued agents.”, explained Dunn.

Amelia was particularly surprised by this underage sorcery trial story, as she had never been investigated over her use of magic outside of Hogwarts when she was Yana's age. And this law was already in place at the time. The young witch used to fight dark wizards and goblins in the Highlands as if she was already an Auror, and the ministry never said anything. “Nice to meet you Yana, what house are you in ?”, finally said Amelia offering the teenager her hand to shake. Yana seemed reticent at first, but she ended up returning Amelia her handshake. “I'm a proud Slytherin. And let me guess, you used to be in Ravenclaw, am I right?”, answered Yana with a teasing smile. Amelia could not hold back a giggle as she realised how obvious she was. At the same time, she felt like she was back ten years ago in the corridors of Hogwarts. That made a thrilling feeling of both nostalgia and excitement buzz in her chest, the feeling of Hogwarts. “That's wonderful, I've always got along well with Slytherins.” answered back Amelia with a smile.

Her attention was then quickly drawn back to the “important matter” the Head Auror mentioned. “So? What was it you wanted to tell me?”, asked the young Auror to Dunn, her face suddenly serious. Dunn took a quick glance around him as if he feared someone could be spying on them. The Head Auror suggested they should join Sebastian in their office as he needed to hear it too. Unlike other Aurors, Sebastian and Amelia had a shared office of their own, as they were assigned to a special case of national importance. The Head Auror had them in high esteem, which was the reason why he assigned them to the surveillance of the Ashwinder network. Considering the duo's unusually high experience with Ashwinders for their young age, it was obvious they would be assigned to this matter. They had to continue what they had started as Hogwarts students, especially for Amelia who helped take down Victor Rookwood himself. Amelia and Sebastian had been hard at work on this matter recently, with the help of various Aurors in the field.

Whispers had been spreading across the country about the rise of a new leader for the Ashwinders. A young dark wizard was rummored to be gaining power among the organisation. This wizard was no less that Victor Rookwood's younger brother, Hector Rookwood. The Aurors knew little about this man or about his true intentions, although they feared he could be seeking revenge. They also were unaware of his exact location since Rookwood Castle was under the control of the Ministry now. Finding his location was their primary goal and any information was good to take. It appeared as though this man learned from the mistakes of his brother and knew how to hide from the authorities. Hector Rookwood was a shadow. Trying to find this man was like trying to catch smoke, trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. For now at least, as Rookwood and his Ashwinders would start to act sooner or later. And Amelia had the feeling what Maynard Dunn wanted to tell them could be of a great help in their research. All three of them went back to Amelia and Sebastian's office.

When Amelia crossed the cubicle she passed in earlier, now in company of the Head Auror, all came quiet and stared at them. Some looks where filled with jealousy towards Amelia. The trio quickly reached the office and entered. As soon as he saw them, Sebastian raised an eyebrow, then gave Amelia a questioning look. To which, the silver-haired girl answered, as if she knew what he was about to ask before even hearing it. “Mr. Dunn has something important to tell us, Seb. And this is Yana, his niece who's here at the Ministry for her underage sorcery trial.” Sebastian took a glance at the teenager, “Slytherin attitude” he thought. He then hit the Head Auror with his piercing gaze and his mischievous smile. “So, sir? What is it?”

Dunn cleared his throat and asked all of them to sit. “I have bad news, which are sort of good news for you, my young Aurors.” Amelia and Sebastian exchanged an excited look, expecting to learn something about Hector Rookwood. “The reason why my niece here has been charged for underage sorcery is she defended herself and an old man. They were attacked by a small group of dark wizards in the countryside of Hogwarts. You two more than anyone know that these kind of attacks are extremely rare. Last time it happened you were still at Hogwarts. However, the reason I'm telling you this is because... They were attacked by Ashwinders.”

Amelia glanced at Sebastian. The young man was frowning, he was staring at his feet. She already knew his blood was starting to boil. After sometime, he broke the silence. “When did it happen?”, he said coldly. Dunn was about to answer but his niece was quicker. “About a month ago.” said the young Slytherin. Dunn did not wanted her to interviene but it was too late. Sebastian, who was still staring at his feet, suddenly sat up straight and gave a black look to the Head Auror. Amelia wondered if she should interviene. She knew how upset he was about the fact that Dunn waited so long to inform them, and worse kept the information secret to everyone. In a fraction of seconds, Sebastian stood up and leaned towards Dunn from across his desk. His partner could feel he was trying to fight his anger. “With all due respect sir, why? Why did you wait so long to tell us? WHAT IF THESE ASHWINDERS HAD PLANNED OTHER ATTACKS? IF WE HAD KNOWN WE COULD HAVE PREVENTED THEM! YOU'RE LUCKY THIS IS HYPOTHETIC!” Amelia gently took the young man's arm and suggested him to sit with a soft pat on the shoulder. “Please, dear, calm down. I hate seeing you like this... And I'm sure Mr. Dunn had good reasons to do so and planned every possibility. At least I hope so.” With these words, the freckled wizard took a seat and gave her a pitiful look. “I'm sorry...”, Sebastian whispered before looking away to the window. He noticed the bright morning sun had already been covered by clouds. London's heavy pollution was not helping either.

On the side, Yana who realised she had made a mistake hid her eyes behind her fringe. As to Amelia she only gave Dunn a deeply concerned look. The Head Auror finally spoke. “I understand your anger Sebastian. However, I needed a moment before telling you two, to do some arrangements.” Dunn paused to evaluate their reaction. They both were expecting him to continue and their serious frowns were clear. Dunn smiled. “As we finally have intel on aggressive and unusual Ashwinder activity, I'm sure you two will want to investigate further the region. Which means you'll need a place to stay, a cover and an office. I have found a perfect solution to that and went through the required formalities. Said formalities that took about a month.” Dunn paused again, to create some suspense. Amelia and Seb appeared to be surprised. “It came to my attention that even though the school year has already started, Hogwarts is still lacking a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and an Ancient Studies professor. And there I thought, you two would be perfect for these jobs and it would be the perfect cover. As I said I contacted Professor Weasley and you will start next week.”

Amelia's jaw dropped. As for Sebastian, he appeared to be confused, he did not know how to react. Both of them stayed silent as they were speechless. “So, Professor Grayson you will teach DADA and Professor Sallow you will teach Ancient Studies. You will have a room in Hogwarts and the local agents will assist you if needed. Esop Sharp will make you a presentation of the local Auror network as soon as you arrive. I have already booked two Hogwarts Express tickets and organised the transfer of your belongings. I also charged my secretary to order all the supplies you need for your job.” Amelia finally managed to speak although still being somehow confused. “Are you sure about all this sir?” The Head Auror grinned and reassured her. “Well haven't you both told me about the fact you wanted to slowly find a way to settle down a bit? I'm sure having a job at Hogwarts, although for now being to investigate and fight dark wizards, will end up being the best path to a calmer life.” Finally, Amelia and Sebastian shared a look, they both agreed with Dunn's proposition. Though it was more an order than a proposition.

“Alright, we'll do that.”, agreed Sebastian. “Fantastic! I must say this situation was unhoped for. Professor Hecat retired last year and the school has been struggling to find a new teacher. Same thing for the position of Ancient Studies professor, it has been difficult to make a long term contract with a professor for this subject ever since Eleazar Fig's passing.” At the mention of Professor Fig's name, Sebastian immediately grabbed Amelia's hand to make sure she was alright. Of course it hurt, but she was eager to return to Hogwarts. She would see the Highlands again.

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