#the sirius legacy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

odinsonslut · 1 year

Text

Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n: I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm.

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated.

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued.

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself.

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention.

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond.

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.”

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand.

End

✩ I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE ANY OF MY WRITING POSTED ON ANY EXTERNAL WEBSITES ✩

2K notes · View notes

addsalwayssick · 4 months

Text

do they teach stuff other than magical stuff at hogwarts or do they not know how to graph a function

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius #jegulus #sirius x lupin #wolfstar #regulus and evan and barty #sirius and regulus #remus and regulus #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

156 notes · View notes

writteninlunarlight-years · 18 hours

Text

How do you guys do the different fonts, symbols and colors?

I understand people will message me or leave notes saying, "Gurl, how do you not know?"

I am genuinely curious, though. My aesthetic is definitely moons, stars, and varying shades of green and yellow. I would love to implement that more in my stories and posts.

The Tumblr gurus, please assist me in figuring this out. I will be forever thankful!

96 notes · View notes

dciphe-r · 14 days

Text

47 notes · View notes

milunalupin · 2 months

Text

milunalupin's masterlist !

text dividers from @cafekitsune ♡

marauders era

requests are open !

golden trio era

requests are open !

hogwarts legacy

requests are open !

61 notes · View notes

slytherins-heir · 1 month

Text

Okay so I need some Harry Potter/Hogwarts Legacy mutuals 😭 Any fans or blogs that are down for being hp/hl moots just drop a comment here, the fangirling and headcanon's are too much, I need my people <3 (18+ only please, ty😭)

33 notes · View notes

soup-of-the-daisies · 6 months

Text

thinking about sirius entering grimmauld place, abandoned, horrible, cold, another prison in his torn and paper-thin prison robes, unearthing a wand from somewhere in the house, and just thinking. fuck. i need some decent clothing. but his own wardrobe has been ransacked, and regulus’ robes are all too short, and he’s not gonna wear anything his mother would’ve worn and so. what options does he even have at this point?

he leads buckbeak into his mother’s bedroom and lets the hippogriff go wild in destroying everything within it, then leaves for the master’s suite. kreacher is following him, cursing at his ankles and deftly avoiding every swift kick sirius sends his way, snarling and grumbling as sirius sifts through the wardrobe of a man he still hates after all this time. he never had the chance to develop apathy. the closet holds a variety of beautiful, functional fabrics that smell of dust and a bit of rot; linen shirts and coats of firm, double-lined velvet, woollen trousers and barely-worn boots made of expensive dragonhide, thick outer robes all a decade or two out of date.

he takes the most muggle-looking set in the collection and leaves for the nearest bathroom. washes himself to the best of his ability—he’s got half a mind to stay unwashed out of sheer spite, but the ones who the spite would be aimed towards wouldn’t care are dead, so what purpose would that serve? the water sputters rust-coloured and smelly out of the creaking taps, so he cleans the bathtub with a scourgify and then fills it with an aguamenti; the soap is probably expired, but it lathers well enough. body first, layers of filth falling off his skin and darkening the water, then his hair, long and matted with blood and sweat and sand. the water is a muddy brown by the time he vanishes it and refills the bathtub again. it takes at least two more full-body washes before the water stays clear and his skin doesn’t feel like it’s covered in a film of oil.

he cuts the bulk of his hair somewhat blindly, uncaring if the severing spell nicks his skin. it may be clean, but it’s beyond saving: a thick mat hangs particularly heavy at the nape of his neck, soaking wet, and locks of his hair cluster together in unsightly, tangled clumps. it’s a representation of his lack of control in his own life. it hurts. it’s off. molly will probably help him cut it into something resembling decent later, when she and her family arrive.

sirius, truly clean for the first time in thirteen years, shakes out the clothing his father may have used for his rare trips into the muggle parts of the continent and wrinkles his nose. cleans them with a refreshment charm; a cloud of dust and dead insects rise up out of the fabrics, coalescing into a tiny ball of dirt. putting the clothing on his body is easier than he expected and there’s a hint of muscle memory as he does up the buttons, fastens the waistband.

the clothes smell, in spite of the refreshment charm, still like the stench of rot that permeates the entirety of number twelve. they also smell vaguely of a familiar cologne, of burnt pipe tobacco, of alcohol. they smell like disappointed speeches and expressionless faces. they smell of dispensable memories.

sirius takes one look at himself in the dirty mirror and sees dead eyes and a bitter, arrogant tilt to his mouth and grooves of worry and discontent in his face someone he doesn’t want to see. someone who’s been dead for fifteen years. and he goes off in search of something to numb himself with.

#don’t know where i’m going with this but something something you have your father’s face and you hate it #sirius orion black #sirius black #i just think it would’ve been awful to go back to a place you hated #and i also wonder where the hell sirius got his clothes from (if it was explained let’s ignore that)#also sirius reverting to the same habits his father used to numb himself 🥰🥰 delightful continuation of the family legacy ngl

55 notes · View notes

mellabreeanna · 1 year

Text

Let's chat about this, people:

Re-reading the Half Blood Prince i had some thoughts about Ominis and the Gaunt Family. Marvolo says that him and his children are the last direct descendents of Salazar Slytherin, which would mean Ominis would already be deceased at this point in 1925. Which is pretty young for a wizard right?

So I thought about this and his relationship to his family and i could see him severing ties with them, which would definitely end with him being shunned by the Gaunt family, maybe even seen as blood traitor.

Dumbledore said, that Marvolo Gaunt stopped acknowledging Meropes existence, after she married a muggle/went against the family ideals. I suppose same could be said of Ominis.

(Another example is Sirius and Andromeda Black, who were burned off the family tree - this definitely is a common practice in pure blood fanatic families)

So he might not even have been dead at this point, the Gaunts just didn't see him as part of the family anymore, let alone worthy of the name Gaunt.

What are you guys thoughts on this? I just really don't want him to have died alone and forgotten 😂

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts #gaunt family #marvolo gaunt #merope gaunt #sirius black #andromeda black

208 notes · View notes

magicrobins · 2 years

Photo

▪ What’s “fun”?

#swtor #andronikos revel #sith inquisitor #swtoredit #gamingedit #swedit #starwarsedit #star wars #swtor oc #twi'lek #the sirius legacy #oc #c: tes'vajef #ref: tes'vajef #*mine #i'm finally catching up on some of the gifsets i'm behind on making x-x #if you couldn't tell by the spam LOL

126 notes · View notes

winnienora13 · 4 days

Text

To Remus, madam Pomfrey was like a mother.The two of them just instantly clicked perfectly together like two pieces of the same puzzle, at least that’s what McGonagall says. She would sometimes come to the infirmary and lean on the doorstep, just watching Remus and Pomfrey talking with a fond smile. Remus loved her, but something about Poppy made him feel different. She truly felt like home. Just like his friends did.

He felt guilty about it at first :loving Poppy more than he did Minerva. But he’d realized quickly McGonagall was already someone else’s Poppy. Sirius’s. He’d witnessed the two of them exchanging on several occasions and he’d understood then, why McGonagall’s gaze always seemed so full of love when watching Pomfrey interact with him. His heart completely melted when Sirius gave him one of his most blinding smile after talking to the old lady. His boy deserved all that happiness.

Minerva loved the Marauders. She really did. Remus knew that. But she had a deeper connection to Sirius. Anyone who took the time of day to look at the two of them together could see it. It was blinding.

It didn’t really bother him. Not even when Sirius started calling McGonagall ‘’Minnie’’ while no one else could. Because he understood. He understood his professor loved Sirius and he knew Sirius shared her love. He understood what it was like to attach yourself to someone and never want to let go. He felt like that about madam Pomfrey.

One thing about Poppy is that she made chocolate as a hobby. She would always make Remus taste test every single one she made. She even gave him the rest for later so he could test them when he didn’t have enough time at the infirmary to taste all of them. Hence the fact he’s always carrying some with him now. The taste of chocolate reminded him of home, of Poppy.

That’s why, when he saw James with Lily’s eyes in the train, when he saw Harry, he immediately thought of home: his friend, the marauders. And when thinking of home, he’d always end up thinking of madam Pomfrey. So he got a chocolate bar out of his pocket and gave it to the boy hoping he’d understand just how important this was for him. Hoping maybe he could become the home this child never had the chance to have. He reckons James and Lily would like that, or at least he hopes so.

Oh how he misses home.

(This is my first time posting something I wrote so if you have any constructive advice, feel free to let me know)

32 notes · View notes

sabi-07 · 2 months

Text

Does anyone have any good marauders era fanfic.

I'm more specifically looking for Regulus Black fic.

Does anyone know any fics where Regulus and his mother Walburga have a good/okay relationship? And Sirius is jealous cause after he left, regulus and his mother relationship got better??

Does fics like this exist or do I need to try to write my own?

(Bonus photo ;))

#alternative #harry potter #marauders era #marauders #regulus black #walburga black #sirius black #black family #noble house of black #hogwarts legacy #fanfic

26 notes · View notes

sappho-was-onto-something · 1 year

Text

Jk rowboat is canceled and therefore I declare; so is Canon. All the marauders live, voldy's born as a squib so WHOOPS, no war. So I guess, subsequently, EVERYONE lives. Doleres umbridge doesn't EXIST. Regulus and Sirius get along. Hedwigs alive and well. Scabbers never infiltrates the Weasley's (Fred and George's shop is still doing fantastic thanks for asking.) Harry spends every Christmas with his parents and friends and godfathers (*cough* wolfstar *cough*) and they all see him off at platform 9 3/4s every year he's off to hogwarts. Cedric simply won the house cup and got to grow up. Snape's still greasy and the trolley lady on the hogwarts express ISN'T SOME DAMN MYSTICAL CREATURE GUARD THING. (also Harry names his kids something normal)

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.

239 notes · View notes

writteninlunarlight-years · 2 days

Text

Hello Friends!

Hi!!

My name is Luna, and I love writing. I work the night shift at an office and have a lot of free time. I used to have a Tumblr account long ago, but now that I have more free time and miss creative writing, I want to return to posting.

I have tons of ideas flooding my brain for things to write. However, I also would like some requests if anyone wants to give my writing a shot. I have some limited fandoms I will write about since I am getting back into things. (mainly the ones I am currently hyper-fixated on/ read myself personally)

I am an 18+ account. I am still working out some boundaries regarding my writing, so go ahead and ask/prompt me, and if I am comfortable, I will go for it. If I am not, I will speak with you about it and add it to my boundary list.

I want to write some fantastic stories for everyone to enjoy. Thank you!

(Here is a link to a recent post clarifying some boundaries and request scenarios.

Here is a link to match up requests and the template for those!)

~~~~~FANDOMS~~~~~

Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion Ancunin Dammon Gale Dekarios Halsin Harlep Raphael Rolan Wyll Ravengard Zevlor

Harry Potter

Blaise Zabini Cedric Diggory Draco Malfoy Fred &/or George Weasley Harry Potter Neville Longbottom Ron Weasley

Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

James Potter Sirius Black Remus Lupin Regulus Black Severus Snape

Hazbin Hotel

Adam Alastor Husk Lucifer Morningstar Sir Pentious Vox

Hogwarts Legacy

Aesop Sharp Garreth Weasley Leander Prewett Ominus Gaunt Sebastian Sallow Victor Rookwood

Not My Neighbor

Francis Mosses

Obey Me!

Asmodeus Barbatos Beelzebub Belphegor Diavolo Leviathan Lucifer Mammon Satan Simeon Solomon

26 notes · View notes