#I’ve been spelling his name wrong..

[vakenart]

Seeing people posting their Dwarf OC makes me want to post mine! So here he is!

He has pretty long hair!!

He’s the youngest of his family :D Although he doesn’t have a name (nor his bothers because I’m still building their story) Here is some art of his family! His older brothers :3c from oldest to youngest!

And Bonus!

He is besties with Frerin! (That’s another post on how I view thorins brother, I cannot stop drawing the both of them)

[butter-plant]

Anime protag of the century

[luna-azalea106]

I keep thinking about Lilia’s proposal to Maleanor,

I keep thinking that it was a private moment, since Lilia probably was viewed even worse back then than he was 200 years later. That he and her were alone for once, without Raverne, sitting under a tree, holding each other close- other than such affection why would Lilia think to propose? Why unless he thought she felt the same and would accept? They sit in comfortable silence until Lilia perks up almost suddenly and asks her. No big ring, no grand moment, a quiet and sweet one, which had she felt the same probably would’ve been beautiful. But instead, maybe she laughs at him. Like mortal professing their love for a god. It’s silly she thinks, he’s cute and sweet is what she gets out between giggles. Why would she- Maleanor Draconia, the only princess of Malefica Draconia and as of that moment the heir to the Briar Valley throne- ever marry this sweet little bat fae? He’s a friend sure, but one she’s known for so long. He’s a cute little chess soldier for her to move as she pleases, definitely not someone she could marry. The senate and probably even her mother would forbid it anyway.

Lilia hears her laughter and his heart shatters. Maybe he was the man we know now all those years ago, but hearing the woman he loved more than anything laugh at his confession. To laugh at his most venerable moment when he had opened himself to her. Maybe Lilia was a happy goofy man, inspired and encouraged on by Maleanor. Maybe that changed him. Maybe he got up and walked away, leaving her alone(though in retrospect Lilia realizes that was more reckless and dangerous than immature as he had initially felt it). Maybe Raverne finally found and caught up to them, and when Maleanor filled him in, still giggling as she told him, he went to find Lilia. Not just because Lilia is equally his friend as he is hers, but because what if she would laugh at him too? He had been, with the backing and planning of the senate and the Queen, planning a big extravagant day for her birthday where he’d propose at the end. At the thought that maybe in front of the whole kingdom she may laugh at him too, he ran to find his friend.

When he does find Lilia they sit and Lilia cries into his shoulder, slowly gaining new feelings for Raverne though they aren’t as strong as what he feels for Maleanor and will never replace his love for her. He cries into Ravernes shoulder, no big sobs, but silently tears falling as his legs give out beneath him, fully resting on Raverne on the ground because he has no strength left. She had made him feel so much more than what everyone else said he was. To her, at least so he thought, he was more than just some stupid orphaned bat who was for whatever reason trusted by the royal family. Raverne decides better of mentioning his own proposal until the day of.

Lilia then has to stand, front row, to see the two people he loves agree to marry. When he thought maybe he’d stood a chance with at least one surely, but Maleanor squealed and jumped into Raverne’s arms after he proposed, knocking him down in the process. Seeing her joy, yes he was happy for them, but he was angry. The angry, draconia hating Lilia we saw in the dream? Maybe he stemmed from that moment.

And maybe it took him until he had raised malleus, until he had seen how sweet this boy is- truly like his father it seemed- how this boy was the result of his greatest heart break but also the last remaining piece of the people he loved. And maybe it took him until finding a boy of his own, a small one, a piece of the man who took the woman he loved from him, to realize that he cannot hold onto to those feelings forever. That he may never get over his love for Maleanor and Raverne, but he can move on, become who he once was and grow and continue and help these boys to become great men. And maybe there are still moments where his anger and resentment build up still, maybe that angry general comes out when Malleus begins acting too much like his mother and getting into trouble that could very well endanger him. And maybe he hates this little magic less human for then possiblity they may do to Malleus what Maleanor did to him, or maybe they sympathize with them, knowing- or rather believing deep down from a lack of trust- that they may have to feel the same heartbreak he did. But they are human, a gift in that situation he never got. He has lived 700 years with the burden of love, but they will live much less and humans are much better at moving on than fae are.

Idk I just like thinking about it ig- I love the Diasmonia family and how beautifully tragic they all are

Also I hc most fae mate for life so uh even more angsty for Lilia🥰

[ggghoulish]

Francis of St. Germain, The Count

“You know that I have always been a musician, but in this century, Nicholas, I’m a rock star! I am Germain!”

[ur-fav-alien]

Jail Cell

Eben Oleson x Fem!Reader

You had been dating Eben for awhile, and during one of Barrow's annual blackouts he brings you along for a night of fun. In the empty sheriff's department an idea crosses your mind, something to do with an empty jail cell...

Tags :) SMUT , Oral!fem receiving , very minor roleplay (i.e. calling Eben 'officer' and one case of being called 'inmate') , handcuffs (he's a sheriff, you didn't think I was gonna do anything with that? c'mon) , mentions of bruising and some pet names! , I think that's if but if I missed anything please tell me xoxo

Eben crashed against the light switches of the sheriff’s department. A move blinded by your lips and tongue, making sure you got every taste of him as you pushed through the doors.

It was Barrow’s annual black out, your second, but your first together. It was exciting; you had only recently moved to Barrow to take care of your father, and Eben had always known the blackouts as a simple factor of life. 

Eben had been aware of what it was like to relish in the quiet of a blackout with someone, but now he was with you; someone who hadn’t always known the dark skies of Barrow. It was something he had been looking forward to. Sadly, a month of cuddling and gazing under the northern stars turned into constant care of your families and jobs, leaving very little time for you to indulge in one another. Pent-up emotions and heavy eye fucking throughout the days resulted in snowballs being thrown at your window in the middle of the night, as if you both were teenagers. 

The adrenaline rush certainly felt like your teenage years as you snuck out of the house to meet Eben in his SUV. 

The lights snapping on throughout the department shocked both of you out of your lustful trances. It gave you a moment to look at your heavy breathing partner. Eben doing the same as his eyes surveyed over you. The cold had pinched his nose and cheeks red. The lack of oxygen from making out and the biting wind were a viscous pair. 

“You’re gorgeous.” Eben breathed out, squeezing your sides lightly. 

You smiled and pushed him back playfully, which only made him grab onto you tighter; pulling your warm bodies together to continue what you had been doing. Right before your lips connected, from your peripheral you saw a very empty jail cell in the back of the room. 

An idea sparked in your brain, something you had been wanting to do since falling in love with the town sheriff. 

You pulled away with a smile on your face. “Wait, wait, wait—” You skipped to the empty cell, “I wanna do something!” 

Eben stared at you in wonder, peeling off his coat to follow you absentmindedly. “What’s that?” He asked playfully. 

The coat fell from around your shoulders, grabbing it at the last second to throw it to the side. You walked backwards into the cell, grabbing onto the door and closing it as you progressed further into the cold room. The metal door closed with a small echo, which was dampened as you turned around to press your back against them. You turned your head to look at Eben, who was chuckling softly behind you, the sound of him sending butterflies to your stomach. 

“Really?” He asked as you turned around with a fervor in your eyes. 

You smiled through the bars, face pressed close to the cold metal. “Really.” 

He chucked again, running a gloved hand through his hair. “You do something to me, lady.” He walked forward, leaning in to kiss you through the bars. 

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to really kiss hardened criminals.” You hummed delightfully. 

Eben raised a brow. “You’re a hardened criminal?” 

You backed away from the bars, swaying your hips and shoulders suggestively. “The worst of the worst, baby.” 

He rolled his shoulders back while holding back a very obvious smile. Eben gave a half-hearted shrug before tightening up his face. 

He ripped open the jail cell, taking a step inside. His face was hard and stern, making your skin tingle with excitement. “Inmate…” even his voice felt cold, like he had never been more angry. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

You couldn’t contain your happiness. Roleplaying had never been something you’d even think of asking him, and now that it was actually happening, the pure excitement of it was overflowing out of you. You seductively slid towards him. “What do you want me to do?” You raised your hand to brush against him, only for Eben to aggressively grab your wrist. 

He spun you around forcefully with an angry glare, which ignited a deep fire throughout your nervous system. A plethora of knots began forming in your stomach. 

“You have some serious behavioral issues.” He growled. 

“Ya gonna do something about it?” Your finger hooked around a belt loop, tugging ever so slightly. Part of you just wanted to get this over with — would it be too much to say ‘cut!’ and drag him down to the floor? 

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you against the bars. You would’ve cooed at the protective action if you weren’t in the middle of something. 

His hand ran down your body, the roughness of his glove and the gentle touch made you shiver. He grabbed your other hand and brought both of them above your head. 

All your fantasies coming alive at this moment were too much to process. A giggle bubbled up to the surface, but shut down as soon as his leg pushed the back of your knees, causing you to crumble to the ground. 

You looked up at him with enormous eyes, watching him intently as he was too busy focusing on ripping his glove off with his teeth to grab a pair of cuffs around his waist. The act had made your tongue heavy, your eyes floating back to their level as his crotch stood right in front of you. A thousand nights of nuzzling against his thighs after intimate nights made the knots in your stomach tighter, lighting them ablaze. 

Cold metal snapped against your wrist. You looked up again to find your gloves ripped off and metal cuffs replacing them. The chain weaved through the bars — you were stuck. 

You made eye contact with him, brows furrowed together to convey that he was angry, but you knew he was everything but. 

“Do the glove thing again!” You whispered. It felt as if you two were actors in the middle of a play, improvising as you went on. 

He raised his brows before bringing his hand up to rip his other glove with his teeth, tossing it aside. 

Your giggle echoed through the department, and a smile ripped across his face. You leaned back against the bars, legs folding out beneath you to rest on your butt. 

Eben followed you down to the ground, situating himself between your spread legs. “Am I doing okay?” He whispered, once again enforcing the idea that they were putting on some type of play. The idea made your smile all that more infectious. 

“You’re doing great.” You leaned in absentmindedly, needing to kiss him like nothing else. Your lips felt empty without him there. “I’m so turned on.” You whispered before his lips took yours. 

Your body was on fire as he leaned further into you, arms surrounding your head to keep himself from falling into you. 

“You’re really bad at being a corrupt officer.” You playfully whispered against his mouth. 

When he pulled away, you thought you’d go into cardiac arrest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes were too much, but kissed red lips were just the cherry on top. A heartbeat pounded between your legs, begging for something. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, his voice dripping with lust. 

In a flash, he grabbed your legs and brought them to his shoulders. Your scream of excitement acted as no deterrent as his lips gave small kisses to your inner thighs, pressing through your pants as if nothing was going to stop him. 

You giggled and squirmed as his lips dared press against the one area they needed to be.

“Eben- Eben, please.” You begged. 

He looked at you from between your legs, a sight which would echo in your head for the rest of time. “Please, what?” 

“You’re such an asshole.” 

He kept eye contact as he slowly and gently pressed a kiss to your center. You could barely even feel it, but the act itself made you lose your mind. You leaned your head back as you hissed out curses. 

“Will you just fuck me already?” You whimpered, and the kissing stopped altogether. The embarrassment fluttered to your face. Pure heat was radiating off of you. 

Eben seemed to like that answer because he rested your legs on his shoulders to toy with the buttons and zippers of your pants. The fact you couldn’t help speed this process up was making your head spin, and he knew that. You had never found Eben to be an evil man, but the one time you ask him to be an evil police officer, he’s the most corrupt man in the world. In the back of your mind, you began wondering if he had always wanted to be evil like this. Draw out your torture, make you squirm and beg for something — the thought of that made you lightheaded. 

He moved your legs to one shoulder to slowly take your pants off, each inch of skin gaining a small kiss. He ripped your shoes off to leave your only comfort of warmth being your knee-high socks. You must’ve been a sight to behold because as soon as he spread your legs again, his eyes dilated in a fury of lust. 

“You look like you’re gonna eat me.” You breathed out with a small smirk. He resembled that of a hungry predator, you his simple prey. 

Eben tilted his head ever so slightly, a brow raising which told you everything you needed to know. You watched in horror as his mouth opened, rolling out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a painfully slow strip across the center of your underwear, giving you a taste of what was to come. 

You squirmed as his grip tightened on your legs, keeping you as still as he needed you. He only released one of his hands to pull your underwear to the side, to get to where you finally wanted him. 

The feel of his tongue against your cunt made you hazy. His hot breath battled the cold empty building, causing shivers all over your body. 

He squeezed your thigh, a bruise that would come to form in a couple hours, something you were waiting to see flourish. He kept your underwear to the side, fingers grazing your clit ever so slightly as his tongue worked its way inside. 

You squealed and moaned like your life depended on it, but he wouldn’t let up. He only stopped tormenting you to pepper small kisses on your inner thighs while he shushed you. 

“If you think I can stay quiet during this, you’re an idiot, Eben.” You were out of breath, panting like a dog as his kisses warned closer and closer. 

“Good inmates don’t talk back, sweetie.” 

You whined, leaning your head back in frustration. 

“Good inmates don’t whine either.” 

You settled for a pout, which opened its way into a gasp as he kissed your clit gently. 

“Try not to move too much.” He purred into you. “Don’t want you falling off.” 

You couldn’t help but nod at his request, he had successfully turned into you puddy. You kept your hands busy by grabbing onto the bars, squeezing your eyes shut as pure ecstasy rolled over you. 

His thumb rubbed soft circles into your clit as his tongue lapped at your center, curling in and out. The roughness of his thumb and the soft plushness of his tongue twisted your nervous system into knots. He dug his face further into you as the fire in your abdomen grew unbearable. 

You tried to tell him you were cumming, but words escaped your heavy tongue. Your body ignited, legs to shaking beside his head. 

Eben continued on, digging his tongue deeper into you as he rode out the electricity which shocked your body. In a parting gift, he gave a small kiss to your cunt once more before pulling away, looking at you from your pelvis. 

The panting echoed throughout the building — you’d be surprised if the entire town hadn’t woken up. 

“Wanna go again—” 

“I’ll kill you.” 

He chuckled, unhooking your legs from his shoulders. Using your legs, he pulled himself closer to wrap your legs around his waist, protecting your scantily clad ass from the cold concrete. He leaned in to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself, which left you giggling. 

Your noses were touching, hot breath intertwining. “Thank you for correcting my behavior, officer.” 

He growled dangerously, his smile toothy and dangerous. He snapped his head and was kissing and sucking your neck wildly — a horny vampire. 

You screeched his name, giggling wildly.

[iolesbookshelf]

Daily reminder to please check the spelling of famous people’s last names if you’re gonna talk about them on the internet, I’m tired of seeing people misspelling any non-English last name. It’s not difficult, it just requires an extra five seconds to google and copy paste the name if you can’t remember it. Please.

[raddestrose]

I have escaped the emotional turmoil from school, now it’s time for the emotional turmoil of erha, orv, and link click

[rattoes420]

Dungeons and Daddies Ep 1: A Man And His Handshake

So like there’s the person doing a bunch of covers for dndads episodes and I wanted to do a similar thing cause it seemed fun but I didn’t wanna just steal her idea so I decided to draw my favorite moment from each episode cause I was listening to the podcast again anyway, starting with Darryl and Henry kissing cause it’s iconic and I’m predictable

[oatmealmika]

tonight is aki asmr + nsfw art night ^^

[crystalskyz]

I hope Chiron comes backk- I miss him

[lovemicheal]

petty ass yellow card ref

[iris-qt]

Are we getting more of theo whom has a staring problem

The Boy Who Folded First

-> Part Ⅰ - The Boy Who Stares

You’re halfway through outlining your Arithmancy essay, peacefully nestled into your usual spot in the library (the cozy alcove by the window that smells faintly of dust and lavender polish) when you hear the faintest sound of someone… hesitating.

It’s the sound of feet shuffling. A bag being adjusted. A breath being held.

You glance up, expecting Madam Pince or maybe a first-year in crisis.

Instead, you get Theodore Nott, frozen like a deer caught mid-scheme, holding a stack of books and trying very hard not to look like he’s here for you.

He is.

You blink. He nods. It’s weirdly formal, like you’re about to conduct business negotiations.

Then, very carefully, he slides into the chair across from you. He places his books on the table with reverent precision. Doesn’t say a word.

You go back to your essay. Or try to.

It’s been twenty seconds. He has not opened a single book. He has, however, started watching you with the expression of someone seeing a rainbow for the first time.

You glance up.

He quickly looks away. Opens the wrong end of a book. Realizes it. Flips it. Doesn’t read it.

You pretend to focus, but your quill slips. “Theo.”

His eyes flick up, startled. “Yes?”

“You’re not even pretending to study.”

He freezes. Then, slowly he flips a page in the upside-down book and says, “I am.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Your book is in Latin.”

“It’s a universal language,” he replies, far too quickly.

You try not to smile. “Are you here to read or stare?”

He’s quiet for a moment. Then he rests his chin on his hand, looks at you, and says, very softly, but with complete sincerity

“Both.”

Cue the butterflies. Stupid, ridiculous, flapping butterflies.

Your face warms before you can stop it. “That’s not very productive.”

He leans in slightly, his voice just a whisper above the quiet: “It is for me.”

Silence. Except for your heartbeat, which is now doing some kind of interpretive dance in your ribcage.

You look away, biting the inside of your cheek. “You’re very weird, Theodore Nott.”

He gives you the softest, smallest smile, one that tugs at just one corner of his mouth like it’s shy about being there.

“I know,” he says, eyes never leaving yours. “You make me that way.”

You drop your quill.

And for once, he doesn’t panic. He just picks it up, sets it gently in front of you, and goes back to flipping pages in his very, very upside-down Latin book.

And you, utterly doomed, go back to pretending you’re not falling for the boy who stares.

…

You don’t expect to find anything strange in your Arithmancy notes the next day.

You really don’t.

You sit down in the library like always, armed with a steaming cup of tea and the vague hope that numbers will one day make sense.

You flip open your notebook.

And there it is.

A folded piece of parchment tucked right between your notes on logarithmic spell sequencing and wand length correlations. Neat. Crisp. Very much not yours.

You pause. Pick it up. Look around suspiciously, like the paper might explode or insult your handwriting. No one seems to notice.

Your name is written on the front in tight, slanted script. Theodore’s script. Oh dear.

You unfold it carefully.

And you gasp.

Because it’s not a note. It’s a letter. A dramatic, charming, deeply earnest letter, written with the kind of emotional intensity that could only come from someone who once stared at you in class for thirteen entire minutes and forgot how to blink.

To the girl who doesn’t know she’s being watched, I should clarify: not in a terrifying way. Hopefully. Just… in a “you exist like sunlight through old stained glass and it’s very distracting” way. You sit there, every day, with your quiet focus and your ridiculous pens and your little crease between your eyebrows when you're thinking too hard. I’ve watched the way you annotate like you're solving a mystery. I’ve watched the way you smile to yourself when you get something right. I’ve watched the way you make silence feel like a conversation. And I’m utterly, irrevocably— (Ridiculously, foolishly, sincerely) —smitten. You make it very hard to concentrate. You make it very easy to feel seventeen and doomed and soft all at once. I’ve rewritten this five times. Probably because I’m terrified. You’re very smart. I’m mostly composed of sarcasm and dramatic eye contact. But if you’ll have me, even just for a walk by the lake, or a shared study table, or something unspeakably wild like holding hands, I’d very much like that. —Theo (P.S. I know you saw me walk into a door. I’m trying to block that memory out. Please let me have this.)

You stare at the letter for a full minute, brain short-circuiting, heart doing small backflips.

And just as you’re about to burst into tiny flustered sparkles, you hear the soft scrape of a chair.

You look up.

Theodore Nott is standing there.

He looks like he wants to flee the country.

“Hi,” he says, voice unusually hoarse. “So. You found it.”

You hold up the letter with both hands like it’s Exhibit A in a very dramatic trial. “You left me a love confession in my Arithmancy notebook.”

His ears go red. “You weren’t supposed to find it until after exams. I was buying time to work on…bravery.”

You raise an eyebrow, suppressing a giddy smile. “You rewrote it five times.”

“I panicked,” he says solemnly. “And I was out of parchment.”

You try to hold back your smile, but it breaks through anyway, soft, real.

“I’d very much like that walk by the lake,” you say.

Theodore’s eyes go wide. Then soft. Then stunned.

“You would?”

You nod. “On one condition.”

“Anything.”

You grin. “You have to stop pretending your upside-down French book is useful.”

He groans. “I knew you noticed.”

And just like that, the boy who stares officially becomes the boy who blushes, babbles, and very gently takes your hand like it might be the most important thing he’s ever held.

Spoiler: it is.

A/N: manifesting this, big thank you to everyone for all the love :)

[wbellab]

Obsessed | Mattheo Riddle

summary: Rumours that you are hooking up with Mattheo Riddle are all over the Hogwarts Gossip. You’ve transferred at hogwarts not even a month ago and you’re- wait are you even supposed to know who he his ? The whole thing is ridiculous. And you’re pissed.

pairing: MattheoRiddle x fem!ravenclaw!reader

cw: angst, fluff, cursing, mention of drinking, slight mamma mia reference (iykyk)

4k words

inspo: obsessed by mariah carey

"No way he really did all that ?" Your 15 year old daughter gasped at your revelation.

"Yeah!" you laughed, shaking your head. "Then he started throwing out all these shitty excuses men come up with when they’re desperate."

She blinked, leaning in. "I bet he was."

You smirked.

"Oh he truly was, so I just stared at him and I was like ‘why are you so obsessed with me?’"

20 years ago.

The Hogwarts Whisper

Okay, guys, grab your wands because this tea is spilling. Our sources have definitely spotted Mattheo Riddle, yes THE Mattheo Riddle, son of Voldemort and the absolute hottest guy at Hogwarts (Professor McGonagall, we know you’re not exactly a fan, but we see you), with none other than the new girl in the three broomsticks. Is this the start of a new Hogwarts couple? We’re not saying they’re a thing... but it’s looking suspiciously like it.

But wait, things are getting spicy ! Another source of ours claims she saw them in the restricted section of the library, right next to the Dark Arts aisle, sharing a kiss that was so passionate, even Ron Weasley would have dropped his Chocolate Frog. Now, we have to ask, is Riddle trying to tip her over to the Dark Side? He didn’t exactly confirm or deny it, but what we do know is that he definitely tipped her over to his bed… No, we don’t mean in a metaphorical sense–

Your heart dropped.

What the fuck ?

You turned to your new friend, Luna Lovegood, who sat next to you in the Ravenclaw table. The paper was still in your hand and you gestured to it.

"I’m going to have a panic attack Luna. What is that ?"

It was supposed to be a quiet morning.

You had just sat down at breakfast, half-asleep, your toast untouched, when the shriek came from the other end of the Ravenclaw table.

"Oh. My. God. You’re on the cover."

You blinked. "Huh?"

Before you could even react, a copy of The Hogwarts Whisper was slammed onto the table in front of you. The glossy, overly dramatic headline screamed back at you:

“Mattheo Riddle Caught Locking Lips With Mysterious New Girl in Restricted Section.”

Your face went up in flames. It couldn’t be you right ? But your name was clearly mentioned in the paper.

"No. This is insane. I didn’t—I’ve never—"

But no one was listening. Everyone had turned to look at you. Eyes widened.

Whispers buzzed across the hall louder than enchanted howlers. You could see girls glaring, a few Ravenclaws snickering, and somewhere down the table, someone gasped. Dramatically.

"Merlin’s beard," you muttered, flipping the page. It got worse.

One source claims they heard moaning next to the Dark Arts aisle. Another says she’s been under a Love Potion. Which, let’s be honest, is very on-brand for someone who wears last season’s robes.

You slammed the magazine shut and turned to your friends. "Who wrote this? Who let this get published?"

Cho mumbled, "It’s anonymous. Probably that nosy third year Hufflepuff-"

"I wasn’t in the library yesterday ! I wasn’t even near the restricted section! I was in the common room, writing a stupid essay on wand theory!"

Your voice cracked, slightly hysterical now. Your hands came to rest on top of your eyes. You breathing was shallow as you tried to keep your calm, trying to think about what could’ve gone wrong.

You’ve transferred from Ilvermony a month ago. Hogwarts was supposed to be a new start for you after what happened there. You were bullied, relentlessly. Whispers behind your back that turned into cruel jokes in the hallways. Spells cast when professors weren’t looking. Your wand yanked from your hand mid-duel, your belongings hexed to humiliate you, your name always twisted into something meaner.

No one ever really stepped in. Not the teachers, not your so called friends. By the end, you stopped trying to defend yourself. You stopped speaking in class. You stopped looking people in the eye.

So when your parents offered the transfer to Hogwarts, you didn’t hesitate.

"Well actually, it could be Riddle." Luna interrupted your thoughts. You stared at her in question and she continued. "It says here that he confirmed that you guys slept together. It’s quite explicit."

"How could he do this ?" You wondered out loud. "Why would he say things like that ?"

"Tell that to them." Cho hummed towards the Slytherin table where a group–including Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire– was sat. They were also checking the journal, although they seemed amused by what was written. Obviously they would be.

Riddle was part of their friend group. It made them laugh to hear about another one of his conquest being publicly outed. You looked back at the journal. The guy even had the nerve to give a personal interview. You felt outraged.

When Mattheo Riddle arrived in the Great Hall, he was oblivious to the commotion happening. He sat next to his friends, thinking about his next potion class.

"Long night ?" Theodore questioned, a smirk on his face. He just rolled his eyes in response.

"Bugger off." He grabbed a spoonful of scrambled eggs and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. Something felt weird. When he raised his head, he saw all his friends staring at him expectantly, a big smile on their face. "Okay are you gonna tell what’s happening now ?" He dropped his spoon on the table, folding his arms against his chest.

"Aren’t you gonna read the news ?" Pansy smirked handing his a piece of journal. He stared at it confused, dread forming in his chest. What did his father do again ? At this point he was expecting a handful of things.

But what he truly was not expecting, it was to see his name on the paper. He read the headline once, twice. He frowned.

His eyes scanned the paper, widening each time he read the most blatant bullshit ever written on a paper. He quickly slammed it on the table, eyes wide open in horror as if traumatised.

"What was that ?" He looked around at his friends, who seemed to have witnessed the best entertainment of this year so far. "I’ve never seen this much bullshit written about me and trust me, I’ve read a lot of shit by the Rita Skeatcher."

"Come on, don’t act oblivious. You wrote this."

"I did not." He felt offended that people, let alone his friends would think he would engage in something as irrelevant as gossiping. Mattheo did not have the time for this. People already knew he could pull, why brag about it through a paper ? "This is an obvious piss-take. I would never say this." He gestured to the paper.

"Good point." Blaise nodded.

His thoughts seemed to clear a bit and that’s when he realised. His head snapped up, and he looked around scanning the Hall, looking for you. You were sat with your friends, furious he noticed. Obviously you would be.

When you felt eyes on you, you automatically turned your head toward his table, locking eyes. Your frown immediately deepened and you flipped him off, with both your hands. Childish, he pointed out.

You then stood up, aggressively and walked out of the Hall. Draco, who was the only one who noticed this interaction snorted on his food. Yes, Draco Malfoy snorting.

"Good job cousin."

Mattheo rolled his eyes. Standing up walking towards the entrance. After having done four strides, he immediately turned, walking back to his friends.

"Please find who wrote this and delete that shit." And without waiting for an answer he turned back, speeding to catch up with you.

"Hum… who’s gonna break it to him?" Pansy muttered.

"It was your idea. You assume the consequences." Blaise huffed.

"What ?" Lorenzo, Draco and Theodore stared at the two of them, confused.

"Pansy had this great idea to ruin Mattheo’s reputation after he pranked her. You know when he turned her hair yellow neon."

"You actually helped me write this, you hypocrite !" Pansy defended herself. Blaise simply shrugged at that.

"I don’t think it’s even possible to ruin his reputation at this point there is nothing to ruin." Enzo deadpanned.

"Hey I was desperate. We each have our own reasons to hold a grudge against Riddle…" Pansy muttered. "But I didn’t think he would get this." She paused, searching for the correct word. "Agitated ?"

"Well about that…"

You were strolling to your dorm. You needed to get your books before the first period started, that is if you even considered going. Your feet met the concrete floor with a loud thud, each step a confirmation of how furious you were.

You heard from behind quick paces. You curiously turned your head and to your own displeasure you saw the person you last wanted to talk to. Mattheo Riddle, with his hair all disheveled was trying to catch up with you. And he definitely seemed out of breath. Probably his smoking, you thought.

You rolled your eyes quickening your pace.

"Hey please." You heard him call out. Still you ignored him. You were nearly running now, running away from him as he chased you. The situation was dramatic, a bit comical from an external point of vue. But you really wanted to get away from him. You were nearly there. You could see the Ravenclaw’s common room’s door right in front of you.

It’s when you felt his hand on your shoulder that you suddenly flinched and stopped right on your track.

"Don’t touch me you dirty ass rag." He looked taken aback by your sudden outburst.

"I-"

"No you don’t get to fucking talk. You fucking humiliated me. And for what ? A good laugh ? Why would you sqy shit like and lie about us having sex ?"

"I never said this. Please just listen to me-" He nearly begged but you cut him off.

You did not care about him. You definitely did not sign up for this bullshit when you arrived. Having to deal with a guy was one of the last things you wanted to do.

"No I won’t. I know how men like you are. Pathetic. I’ll leave you to your miserable life. Continue bragging about getting me in your bed, it’ll make you look obsessed if it didn’t already."

You walk towards the door of your common room, thankful for the suspiciously great timing of the first year opening door at this right moment. You definitely didn’t feel like solving a riddle while trying to get away from Mattheo Riddle (pun not intended). The student awkwardly smiled at you, not meeting your gaze and you guessed that he probably heard your conversation.

Oh well. Something new to gossip about.

"I’ll fix this !" You heard his muffled voice, after closing the common room door.

Asshole.

Once you were settled on your bed, you decided that skipping your morning classes wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. You had advanced potions and you were prepared enough for your NEWT’s that skipping that one class wouldn’t hurt. You glanced at the paper on top of your roommate’s night table, The Hogwarts Whisper. On the front page, a very realistic picture of Mattheo Riddle kissing someone (that looked very similar to you) against a bookshelf. You did not take the time to properly look at it this morning, but watching it more carefully you realise that it’s not even you on the moving picture .

You crumble the piece of paper between your hands before igniting it with your wand. This was humiliating. You would never admit it but you truly fell for his charms. Back on the first day.

"Hi." You walked reluctantly towards the boy sitting alone in the Hallway. You were lost. Again. It was the third time and it was only the first hour of your first day at Hogwarts. The boy raised his head, his cigarette not moving from his mouth and he just waited for you to continue talking. "Do you know where the potions classroom is ? It’s my next class and I don’t really know my way around here. I would have tried looking for it myself but I’m a bit late. And well I have this map but it’s hard to–"

"It’s just here." He cut you off pointing to the door behind you.

"Oh." You mumbled embarrassed, looking at the ground. You felt your face flushing. "Mmh…Thank you, I guess ?"

You quickly turned around knocking once on the door. Without waiting for an answer you opened the door, too embarrassed to be one more second around the boy. You apologised to the professor and found a place in the back of the room.

As if the universe was against you, the classroom door opened to reveal the same boy who had been sitting smoking just a few minutes ago.

"I’m sorry Professor Slughorn. I woke up a bit late."

"Come come, m’boy." The professor waved him off, returning to his lecture.

Misfortunately for you, the boy obviously sat next to you. Out of all the empty places around you. You turned to him and saw that he didn’t even pay you attention.

"You did not."

"Excuse me ?"

"Wake up late– I mean that’s not the reason why you’re late."

"Wow you truly are clever." He answered sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I bet you’re in Ravenclaw right ?" He smirked.

"You see my tie colour." You deadpanned.

"I’m colour blind."

"No you’re not."

"How would you know. Do you know me ?" He asked challenging you.

"No, but colour blinding is a condition that affects only 4.5 per cent of the population, population that is, may I add, muggle. It does not affect wizards whatsoever."

"So Ravenclaw ?" His smirk was still present or his face, although it softened a little bit.

"What’s your name ?"

"Mattheo."

"Mattheo what ?" He frowned at that. Did you really not know who he was ?

"Riddle ?" He said but it sounded more like a question.

"No, no riddle just tell me."

"It’s Mattheo Riddle." He huffed exasperatedly.

"Oh okay, sorry."

After this, he volunteered to show you around the castle. You both hit it off pretty well. He spent three hours explaining every thing you needed to know to be able to guide your way around. He made a few jokes here and there making you laugh, and you always wittily retorted back which, as hard as he tried to conceal it, made him laugh too. Eventually, you both started talking about your personal life, sharing deep thoughts you’ve each never told anyone before. You’ve known each other for just a few hours really but it felt like you could both trust each other. It had been just a few days. But in the span of them you felt like he was your first friend, and somehow you were also the first person he truly appreciated.

Until that stupid paper.

"You should come to the party." Cho cut your thoughts.

You didn’t bother going for lunch nor for dinner. Your roommates have been kind enough to bring you something to eat, just a piece of bread with cheese and two blueberry tarts. This small gesture warmed your hearts and you thanked them although you weren’t very hungry.

They were now dressing up for the Hufflepuff quidditch victory party against Gryffindor. You were told Hufflepuff threw the best parties and although you wanted to figure it out for yourself, you did not feel like showing up your face ever again.

"Arghh… No I’m never setting feet out of this room." You retorted, your face deep in your pillow.

"This will be so much fun, you have to come please." Padma, another one of your roommates, tried convincing you.

You smiled apologetically at them. You truly appreciated how they wanted you to feel included but you genuinely didn’t want to party. They understood and after a few minutes they left the room leaving you alone. Or that’s what you thought.

"Your head is surrounded by nargles." You flinched at the sound of her voice. She took off the originally shaped glasses she was wearing, and stared at you. "Is something bothering you ?"

"I mean other than what happened this morning…"

"Oh yes right." She muttered. After a few minutes of silence she broke it. "You should go. To the party. You shouldn’t let Riddle hold this much power over you."

"I know but…" You had no explanation.

"In other circumstances would you have gone ?" She asked. You thought for a few seconds then you simply nodded your head. "Then you should go. Don’t let Riddle have that much power over you." You nodded thinking about it. She was right you shouldn’t let him affect you this much.

"Luna, I don’t know anyone."

"It’s okay I’ll come with you."

"You would ?"

"Yes I mean I don’t like parties but I guess if this could help you, why not ?" You warmly smiled at her.

Then you both started getting dressed. You wore a simple black laced top with a short black skirt and black boots. Luna suggested you wore a dark red lipstick, and you were against it until she reassured you it would really compliment your facial features. She herself wore a lighter version of your outfit, a long white skirt with a white top and light pink ballerinas. It complimented her fair skin and light hair.

The Hufflepuff common room was buzzing with music, you heard the sound of it even before entering the common room. Once you were inside, it was the smell of booze that entered you nostrils, making you shudder a little bit. You turned towards the makeshift bar in the end of the room.

"I’m getting myself a drink." You turned to Luna and she nodded, although she followed there.

You wouldn’t admit it but you lost count of the number of Firewhisky shots you drank after the second one. You weren’t used to drinking, a simple drop of it was enough to make you tipsy. But now you were absolutely wasted. Cho and Padma joined you when they saw you did in fact make it to the party. And quickly enough, you started swaying to the music amongst the crowd of students.

You were the first person Mattheo Riddle noticed when he entered the common room. It was hard not too. When you were in the middle of the dance floor, the sound of your laugh distinctive amongst the chatter, as you were swaying with the Hufflepuff’s quidditch team’s captain behind you. You looked beautiful that’s also one of the first thing he noticed but he couldn’t help feeling bitter about the position you were in with that other boy.

"Hey mate, we’re going–"

"Don’t fucking talk to me." He cut Blaise off.

His friends eventually told him they were the ones behind the article. And well…let’s say that Pansy couldn’t make it to the party because she unexpectedly grew a snake tongue in her mouth. Blaise was still there, although his hair was not.

They didn’t mean any harm. For them it was just a simple joke. But Mattheo seemed to have taken it that badly that he also refused to speak to any of them (and he probably will for at least a month even if you talk to him again). And that meant even his brother and cousin.

He headed towards the middle of the dance floor right towards you. He physically couldn’t bear watching you dancing this close to another man. It was also his chance to explain himself.

"Please can we talk ?" He said once he was close enough to you.

You turned your head and your joyful expression started to turn grim at the sight of him.

"You’re delusional if you think we have anything to talk about." You went back to dancing against the guy you were with. His hands going suspiciously lower and that was the last straw for him. How dare he touch you like this ? Let alone while he was clearly talking to you.

He ripped his hands off your body, nearly breaking them as you gasped. The guy cursed him loudly, but Mattheo didn’t care as he grabbed your hand. With a flick of his hand, the guys mouth was zipped shut. Satisfied, he guided you towards the exit of the common room, although you tried fighting back but your drunken body couldn’t do much against him. Once you were both in a quiet corner, he decided to let go of your hand.

"What is wrong with you ?" You frowned trying to stabilise your body. You were feeling extremely dizzy and Mattheo noticed, putting a hand on your hip so you wouldn’t fall.

"I hope you’ll listen to me now." he said, though his voice was softer than you'd expected.

You nodded slowly, barely holding yourself together. You really shouldn’t have drunk this much.

"Tell me." You mumbled trying to compose your thoughts. "Why are you so obsessed with me ?" It was meant to come off as biting. Dismissive.
But Mattheo didn’t take it that way. He didn’t even flinch.

He sighed.

"Because you’re the first person that doesn’t make me feel like I’m completely fucked."

You flinched at his honesty, blinking hard as your slow brain tried to catch up with the weight of his words. But he kept going.

"And I can’t fucking help thinking about you."
His voice was strained now. Like it hurt to speak.
"You’re constantly on my mind to the point I just can’t help but crave having you near me. All the time. And it’s driving me crazy. It’s scary as hell and I know it sounds insane but I need you. You don’t even realize how much.
You make it look so easy. So right. Like whatever I’ve done, whatever I’ve been, I’m not being judged. Not by you."

He took a shaky breath and pursed his lips, like he was trying to stop himself from saying too much. Then, quieter.

"I wouldn’t fuck it up. Not this. It would never be worth it."

There were still so many things he didn’t say.
How you made him feel safe in a way no one ever had.
How you listened without flinching.
How just existing near you felt like healing.

And maybe someday, he’d find the words for all of that.
But for now, this was everything.

"You’re pathetic." You huffed, but there was no bite in your voice. If anything, his words had sobered you up. Slowed your heartbeat in that dangerous, terrifying way.

"I know," he murmured. "Just for you."

You rolled your eyes but your lips twitched.

"You better deal with the paper."

"Yes." He was already shifting. "I’ll do it right now if you want."

You leaned in, your fingers brushing against his jaw, tilting his face toward yours.

"I’m thinking about doing other things." You muttered.

And then…

Dot dot dot.

"Fucking disgusting!" Your daughter gasped.

"Don’t tell me you told her about The Hogwarts gossip thing." Mattheo appeared in the living room, still in his robe from work

"Of course I did. She had to know the real truth about how her parents started dating."

"You didn’t need to say the WHOLE thing." She yelled.

"I didn’t. The ending is kept open for free interpretation." You shrugged, an amused smile on your face.

She huffed getting up. "This is so going to the group chat. Uncle Draco’s definitely going to hear about this. You two need help."

Mattheo glanced at you with a smirk.

"Do you think we should ask Draco for that therapist he talked about ? Maybe our dear daughter might need it."

"I don’t think it’s necessary. She’s just jealous she’s not as fun as us." You answer teasingly.

"You’re both insane!" Your daughter yelled from the hallway.

Mattheo chuckled and dropped onto the couch beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. You went without resistance, head resting against his chest.

"You shouldn’t have told her." He muttered. "It’s an embarrassing story." 

"It’s a cute story." you countered, lips curving into a smirk.

He paused. Then sighed.

"Yeah well. Still awfully cheesy."

You just laughed, knowing damn well it was his favorite memory too.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. still not satisfied with the content but it took me a lot of time to edit.

[yumiblaze]

Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 14

I haven't read this part through so there may be spelling mistakes! I will not be uploading tomorrow as I am out all day! Have fun with your angst :P

PROLOGUE / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13

NEXT PART

WARNING: BLOOD AND VIOLENCE!!!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Thanks again for helping me out.” You told Abby again brushing your wet hair through. He had brought you back to the comfort of the guest bedroom so you could do your hair and get over your embarrassment.

“You don’t need to keep thanking me beautiful.” Abby replied laying across the bed. “Your big strong hero has always got you covered.”

You giggled at his comment but paused when you remembered how he did save you much like a hero when you first met. The way he appeared from nowhere, saving your life from a monster; he definitely seemed like a hero to you in that moment.

“You have been saving me every time we see each other.” You admitted. “I never thought I’d get my own hero.”

“Well I never thought you’d look more beautiful than the first time I saw you but each time I look at you I’m proven wrong.” Abby told you without missing a beat.

You thought he was joking until you gazed over at his eyes. They were soft but serious, looking straight at you with a mix of emotions you weren’t completely familiar with. He sat up still looking at you, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.

“If only I could save you from everything.” He mumbled almost absent-mindedly.

You put your hand over his own, leaning into the warmth. You didn’t understand what his words meant, he was so strong and kind how was there something he couldn’t save you from? Your mind instantly dropped the question when the pink haired man leaned toward you, hesitating for a moment just inches away from your own face, before closing the distance and pressing his lips against your own.

Your eyes instantly fluttered shut, your free hand dropping your hair brush and instead grabbing onto Abby’s shoulder. The man gently grabbed your hips with both hands moving you to sit on his lap as he deepened the kiss. His kiss was surprisingly soft and you could tell he was holding back, trying to be gentle with you.

He pulled away fairly quickly, his forehead pressed against your own, his breath fanning across your face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all morning.” He told you with a chuckle.

You smiled at his statement about to reply but suddenly the front door slammed open and you heard panicked voices. You and Abby both turned towards the door trying to listen to what was being said.

“Fuck! Romance get the bandages!” You heard Baby yell.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you got off of Abby, both of you rushing to the door. Abby reached the door before you and opened it looking into the hallway before turning back to you with an alarmed expression. He put his hands on your shoulders blocking you from seeing out of the doorway.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“You need to stay in here okay?” He told you sternly.

“Why?”

Before he could reply your phone, left on the nightstand, began to ring.

“Answer your phone I’ll be right back!” Abby urged nudging you toward the phone before leaving the room shutting the door behind him.

You felt worried but you trusted Abby so you wandered over to your phone, Zoey’s name flashing on the screen. You sighed and reluctantly answered the phone.

“Hell-” Before you could even finish greeting her, she spoke.

“(y/n)?! Are you okay??!!” She cried, you could tell she was holding back tears from the way she spoke.

“I-I’m fine what’s wrong?” You asked even more alarmed now.

“It’s Rumi she’s at the hospital! The boys; she said they attacked her!” Zoey told you and you felt your heart stop.

“What?”

“Stay there me and Mira will come pick you up after Rumi’s out of surgery!” She urged but you couldn’t listen to anymore, tears pouring out of your eyes as you tried to process what Zoey had just told you.

Your phone dropped out of your hand and you almost ran out of the door of the spare room and into the living room. You were so flawed by what was happening you almost didn’t notice all of the blood smeared across the floor, until you felt the warm wet liquid beneath your bare feet.

As soon as you swung open the door to the main room four pairs of eyes turned to look at you, a mixture of fear and panic in their now golden eyes.

Baby quickly teleported in front of you grabbing your shoulder and trying to turn you around. You quickly noticed the blood all over his usually pink jumper, the gash in one of his arms that was still dripping with blood. You knew all too well that demons could only get injuries from two things, other demons or hunters weapons.

You harshly slapped Baby’s hands away from you looking him straight in the eyes as you backed away from him.

“What did you do?!” You asked unable to keep your voice steady.

“We’ll explain later I promise just please go ba-” You did let him finish.

“Don’t bullshit me!” You screamed. “I just got a call from Zoey saying my sister is in the hospital! She said that you attacked her! Is that true?!”

Baby froze and for the first time you saw something unfamiliar on his face; Shame. You pushed past the boy and he didn’t even try to stop you as you stormed into the room.

Your heart broke even more when you saw Jinu lying on the sofa unconscious. He had been stabbed in the chest and Abby and Romance were both trying to stop the bleeding. Mystery sat off to one side, a gash across what you could see of his face.

“You don’t understand, we had no choice.” Baby told you coming up behind you and reaching for your hand.

You flinched pulling your hand away from his, looking at him with a mixture of emotions. You had trusted these men, no these demons and they had just tried to kill your sister. Your anger quickly turned into despair and you felt your legs shake as sobs shook your body.

“(y/n) please let us explain.” Mystery pleaded softly reaching his pale hand towards you.

“No! Stay the fuck away from me!” You cried before turning on your heel and running out of the apartment. You didn’t even shut the front door behind you, you just bolted down the stairs, almost falling several times as your tears blurred your vision.

Once you were out of the building you almost collapsed against the wall, crying so much you felt like you could barely breathe. Your heart burned in pain unable to deal with the emotions rushing through your veins. You felt betrayed, you felt stupid, imagine actually believing that demons cared about you, about anyone. You tried to wipe the tears from your face but they wouldn’t stop, the emotional pain was unending.

You wrenched yourself from the ground, trying to find out where you were. You needed to get to the hospital. You needed to make sure Rumi was okay. You realised that you were only a few blocks away from the hospital and quickly started sprinting toward the building.

Autopilot took over and you slipped down an alleyway to get to the hospital quicker. Unfortunately for you the universe had decided you hadn’t suffered enough today. Something tripped you and you crashed onto the ground hissing in pain. Your old wound made itself known throbbing in pain as you tried to get up off of the floor.

“After what happened last time I thought you’d be too scared to go down another alley.” A horrible familiar voice made you freeze in place. “Guess I need to do a better job scaring you this time.”

You flicked your head round looking up at the demon who had previously stabbed you. He looked down at you with deviously hungry eyes, like he was seconds away from devouring you alive. He grabbed the back of your shirt ripping you off of the floor and slamming you into the wall. You cried out in pain as your back hit the brick, a firm hand wrapping itself round your neck. You clawed at his arm but he only chuckled at your pathetic struggling. He leaned in close to you inhaling deeply.

“Who knew that your fear and sadness only made you scent even sweeter.~” He cooed into your ear before his grip got tighter cutting off your air supply.

Your body struggled against the demon once more but it was no use you couldn’t get him to let go. You tried to suck in air but were unsuccessful, your body uselessly flailing around before you eventually lost consciousness.

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[atlabeth]

i crumble completely (when you cry)

pairing: sebastian sallow x fem ravenclaw reader

summary: there's only one way to get into salazar slytherin's scriptorium.

a/n: hogwarts legacy was 70% off, i bought it and it's good but not good enough in all the ways that matter so im fixing it for myself. no i dont know why this is where my inspo is when i have so much unfinished stuff but just go with it

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): angst but hurt/comfort angst! a more in depth scriptorium scene so crucio is used but this is from seb's pov so lighter descriptions of all that fun stuff

“Ominis, you have to.”

“I’m not doing it!” he exclaimed. “What do you not get?”

“Would you rather die here?” Sebastian spat. “Because if you don’t, that’s what will happen. And I’ve become rather fond of my life over these past few minutes.” 

“I refuse to use dark magic,” Ominis seethed. “You of all people should understand, Sebastian!” 

“I don’t understand why you’d let us die instead of casting one spell!”

He barked an incredulous laugh. “It is not just one spell! God, you—”

“Can you do it?” 

Sebastian’s anger faltered for a moment when you spoke up, and he frowned when he saw you were looking at him. “What?” 

“Can you do it?” you repeated. “Can you cast the curse?” 

“I—” His mouth fell open and shut as he looked between you and Ominis, before they finally settled on you. “—I think so. Not well, but—”

“Then you can do it,” you said. “Cast it on me, and we’ll be out of this mess.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he said your name in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”

You stared at him. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Ominis cut in. “I know what it feels like—you’re not putting yourself through that. We’ll find another way.”

“There is no other way.” You gestured at the letters on the ground, his aunt’s last mark on the world. “You’ve got the answer right here, and a willing victim. What are you waiting for?”

Sebastian grimaced. “Calling yourself a victim isn’t helping.”

“The only reason you’re willing is because you don’t know what you’re signing up for.” Ominis’s blank gaze pointed at the ground, but his sharp words hit you all the same. “It’s unimaginable, excruciating pain. Every one of your nerves exploding, your bones being crushed to dust, your blood turning to fire. You will never forget what it feels like.”

You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the chill settling over you. “Well, it’s either that or we sit around here until we die.”

“Even if he wanted to—”

“Which I don’t!” Sebastian cut in. 

“He would have to really mean it,” Ominis finished. 

“Again, which I don’t!” he exclaimed. 

“That just means it won’t hurt as much,” you said. “Should take away some of your reservations.”

Sebastian huffed. “There is something wrong with you.”

“And you were all for this when it would be Ominis casting it on me?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I— I figured he would cast it on me!” His eyes widened. “I— I could teach it to you, and you could cast it on me!”

“Will the two of you stop bickering?” Ominis asked. “It’s not making this any better.” 

“Of course,” you nodded. “Sebastian will cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, and we’ll be out of here. Okay?” 

Sebastian stared at you, your steely gaze having already met his. You’d always been stubborn, unyielding—he’d known it since you bested him in a duel in your first ever meeting. 

Ravenclaw hardheadedness, he figured. Always assuming you knew best (you usually did), that you were right (you usually were), that you could handle whatever ended up in your path (you usually could). 

And here you were, standing right in front of him, those determined eyes unwavering as you practically begged him to cast an Unforgivable Curse on you. 

Did you know that he wasn’t even sure he could cast it on you? Not just because it was near unthinkable, but because he had no idea if he could scrounge up enough ill will towards you to even partially want to hurt you. 

Did you know that you were the reason he’d started doing better in classes? That, no matter how much he complained about your study sessions together, that he could have been doing something much more productive, he treasured every moment with you? 

Did you even know that the mere thought of causing you pain made him want to retch? That, yes, he may very well choose death over imparting the torture curse on you? 

Did you even know how he felt about you? 

Sebastian pulled his wand out his robes, his grip tightening in an effort to stop his hand from shaking. “You’re sure about this.” 

You nodded. “It won’t leave any physical wounds. It’ll be over sooner than you know it.” 

He huffed as he glanced away. “You shouldn’t be the one reassuring me.” 

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged. “Just… buy me a pint of butterbeer when we get out of here. Then we’ll be square.” 

“You’re not exactly aiming high,” Sebastian said wryly. 

You smiled. “My mum always told me it was the simple things. Now, do it before I lose my nerve.” 

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, once, twice, three times as he adjusted his hold on his wand. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember the wand movement, but instead, he saw your face. 

The first time he met you, when you embarrassed him in front of the whole class by beating him ina duel. When you asked him to take you to Hogsmeade for the first time, and you ended up taking down a troll—how beautiful you looked with the glow of exertion beneath your skin, when you turned to him with the widest (and maybe first) smile he’d ever seen from you in the wake of your efforts. 

How could he do something like this to you?

He pushed the doubt down. There was no other way. You wanted him to do it—wanted him to save them all from a very boring, very preventable death. 

Something in the scriptorium could save Anne. That was worth anything. 

Sebastian took in a deep breath. He brought forth every negative thought—the goblin that cursed his sister, his housemates that believed in nothing but blood purity, his uncle that refused to believe in him, refused to even try to save Anne. 

None of it to do with you, who had done nothing but support him since you helped him up from the ground after pummeling him into it, but he tried to project it onto you anyways. 

He raised his wand. 

He opened his eyes—your gaze hadn’t moved. They showed no fear, no anger, no emotion at all but steely determination. 

“Crucio!” 

Red light arced from his wand to your body. You crumpled to your knees the instant the spell reached you, skull-splintering screams echoing throughout the small room as the curse wrapped its way around you. 

Your scarf fell from your neck, your robes pooled around you, your knees and palms scraped the stone as you tried to support yourself in any way. Your agonized wails were deafening, and Sebastian nearly lost it right then and there, nausea rising in his throat. Ominis’s blank, widened gaze fell on the wall, his hands clenched into fists as he fought to keep his expression even. 

You were one of the strongest people Sebastian knew. Always infallible, always so smart, so level headed in the face of his impulsivity. Naturally gifted at magic, and somehow willing to tolerate him. And he’d been forced to reduce you to this. 

But it worked. Your screams of pure torment unlocked something in Salazar Slytherin’s sick design, and the door of tortured faces pulsed with red energy before sliding into the stone. 

Sebastian rushed over the moment the door started to open, his wand falling from his grasp in his haste and his eyes wide with fear and concern. He went to touch you, but stopped just before he could—he didn’t want to hurt you more. Your entire body rose and fell with your beleaguered breaths as you rolled on your side, your every movement labored. 

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed. “I— I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

You couldn’t respond, the pain still arcing its way through your body despite the curse being done. You inhaled sharply as your eyes screwed shut, and you nodded. 

“You’re clearly not okay.” The slight waver in Ominis’s voice betrayed his unaffected stature. “That was remarkably stupid.”

“Ominis—” Sebastian started, but you shook your head. 

“It worked,” you interrupted as you lifted a shaky hand to point at the now revealed scriptorium. “Couldn’t… couldn’t be too stupid… could it?”

“There is something wrong with you,” he whispered. You could only manage a pained laugh at his words. 

Sebastian stayed there with you as you fought through the last few convulsions—he said nothing when you grabbed his hand, bit back his wince when you squeezed tighter than a vice. After what you just went through, he could bear something so small. 

Your breathing was still labored when he finally helped you up. Your legs nearly collapsed beneath you, but he kept you upright. 

“You’re okay,” he whispered, desperate to reassure you. “You— you’re okay.”

“I told you I would be,” you said. 

“You did,” he conceded. “I keep forgetting you’re always right.” 

He got the slightest smile from you at that. Sebastian glanced over when he heard footsteps, and he saw Ominis approaching. His whole body still held a tenseness, but he was sure it was for a different reason this time. 

“…You took that well,” he finally said, and he held out your scarf. 

Again, another laugh and another wince. “I really didn’t. But thank you.” 

You reached for the scarf, but Sebastian got to it first. He gently draped it around your neck, taking special care to keep the Ravenclaw emblem in the front. You had a lot of pride in your house. 

“How’s that?” he asked softly. 

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Thank you.” 

He nodded too, and Ominis cleared his throat. Sebastian turned back to him, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. Ominis held his wand, and he took it back before shoving it back into his robes. Casting any sort of spell felt dirtied right now. 

“Thank you,” he said. “I… I’m sorry about all this.” 

“…Thank you,” Ominis echoed. “Let’s just get out of here before any more of Slytherin’s tricks find us.” 

“No arguments here,” you mumbled. 

Ominis walked in, and though your eyes followed him, you lingered back with Sebastian. He still supported you, one of his arms interlocked with yours. A part of him was worried that you would collapse again the second he stepped away. He could feel your chilled skin even through your robes—no wonder you always wore your scarf. You ran colder than a mermaid. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian said quietly. 

“You already said that.” 

“Because it’s true,” he said. “These curses are unforgivable for a reason. You never should have had to go through this.” 

“Well, I forgive you,” you said. “We had no choice, and I asked you to do it. And,” you gave him a wry look, “it didn’t hurt that much, so you clearly didn’t mean it.” 

He couldn’t even laugh at that—he kept hearing your piercing screams, agony beyond all reason. He would surely hear them for weeks to come in his sleep, see your prone form every time he closed his eyes. 

He felt you nudge him in the side. “Hey. Perk up. I’m okay. Besides,” you gave him a sideways smile, “Rowena would be proud. Anything in the name of knowledge, eh?” 

That got the slightest of smiles out of him, and he shook his head. “There’s—” 

“Something wrong with me, I know. That’s the third time today.” You tilted your head towards the scriptorium. “Now, shall we get what we suffered for?” 

Sebastian nodded, and the two of you walked in, him still supporting you. Ominis had already made his way up the stairs—he really did want to get out as soon as possible. You had your wand in your free hand and had already murmured a quick Revelio, eyes darting around in an effort to unearth any secrets. 

“That brain of yours never stops, does it?” 

Your lips quirked. “Never.” 

Another beat of silence as you searched the alcoves together. He couldn’t help but watch you—you were a Ravenclaw in her natural habitat. Your brow creased just so, your pretty features honed to a single point of focus, cycling through all your thoughts at breakneck speed despite what you just went through. It made his heart swell with something he couldn’t quite name, right beside a gnawing hole filled with guilt.  

“I really do owe you a pint,” Sebastian murmured.  

You laughed. Lighter, this time, and with only the slightest grimace. “Make that two.” 

A smile crossed his lips without him even thinking. Sebastian was so glad he had you in his life—he was only sorry he had to wait until fifth year. 

“Deal.”

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Pool Day

Stray Kids x 9th member!Reader Synopsis: The guys find out important information about their band member.Warnings: Reader going underwater.A/N: So I want to start trying to do more soft and sweet fics like this one. So PLEASE if you have any idea, send them to me. Thank you for your love and support! Thank you for the request, love! Comment to be tagged in future fics! Xoxo

He didn’t mean to do it, Changbin thought it would be funny, so when he threw you in the pool and you didn’t come back up he started to panic.

Meanwhile you’re underwater, arms flailing and legs kicking wildly hearing a distant sound of what sounds like yelling above water, and before you know what’s happening, two arms are pulling you up to the surface where you gasp for air; eyes stinging slightly from the chlorine.

You wipe the water from your face turning to see Chan, hair and street clothes soaked. He obviously hadn’t changed yet.

“Thank you,” you whisper in his ear as you throw your arms around his neck.

“No problem kiddo,” he smiles.

“But you never mentioned you didn’t know how to swim,” he says cautiously and quietly, not wanting to make you feel bad.

“Didn’t really think I’d need to,” you mumble as you step back from him making your way to the exit of the pool.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I had no idea you couldn’t swim!” Changbin apologizes as he walks up to you, checking over your body as if you’d been in combat or something.

“It’s fine, Binnie, I’m ok. You didn’t know,” you try to shrug it off.

“We can teach you,” Felix pipes up.

“You’d do that for me?”

“That or we could just tell Stay your weakness and we could all drown you come our next concert!” Lee Know offers and you shoot him a bird playfully, making him laugh.

“Come on, we’ll all help,” I.N says as he dives into the pool head first. You watch as Seungmin and Felix follow after, and the rest of the boys after them.

“Come on, I’ve gotcha.” Chan says as he leads you into the water again.

You’re surround by the guys, their gaze mainly on Chan. He leads out you to where the water is chest deep.

“Ok, bounce off your feet, and let yourself float,” he instructs and you feel Changbin come up behind you.

“It’s my fault so I can help,” he says sheepishly.

“It’s fine, not like I died,” you grin and playfully punch his solid shoulder.

Changbin puts his arms underneath you, helping you float.

“Great job, Y/n!” you hear Felix and Han shout, being your personal cheerleaders. You giggle at them, once they start spelling your name like actual cheerleaders.

“Now, move your arms like this,” Seungmin interjects, grabbing your attention from the Sunshine twins. You watch as he moves his arms and mimic his actions.

“And kick your feet,” Chan reminds. You mimic the motions and they smile at you.

“Exactly like that! Yeah, see and now Changbin can drop his arms,”

“No!” Your voice makes everyone stop.

“I mean,” you say trying to back track.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? You’ll float,” Chan trails off.

“No I know, I just, I was in the pool with my sister as a kid and she did the same thing, trying to teach me to swim and she dropped her arms too early and I sank, I barely made it out.” You admit and the guys give you sympathetic looks.

“I’m not gonna let you go under,” Chan drawls, “We’re right here with you, ok? IF anything were to happen we’ve got ya,” he reassures you. You take a deep breath and nod your head, signaling for Changbin to drop his arms and you start moving your legs and arms the way the boys showed you to.

They all break out into smiles as you start weakly swimming.

“I’m doing it!” You shout excited about your accomplishment. The guys smile and cheer for you.

“I told you nothing would happen!” Chan says as he swims up behind you.

“Now you just need to practice and you’ll get stronger,” he mentions as he helps you turn around and swim back to the shallower water.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with the guys all showing off different techniques and helping you get your footing in each one, and they promise to help you and keep working with you over the summer.

“Thank you, guys, for you help.” You say sheepishly at the end of the swim practice.

“Absolutely. Stay would freak if we lost you due to drowning. So would JYP,” Seungmin says as he slings an arm around our shoulder. You nudge his side as you smile and shake your head.

-

Later that night the guys are playing chicken while you and Chan are sitting off to the side enjoying a snack.

“I really can’t believe your sister did that you as a kid. She seems so nice,” Chan causally mentions.

“She is, she didn’t mean it, she actually saved me.”

“Thought about committing the crime and then back out last minute,” he nudges you playfully and you both laugh.

“Thank you again for today. I really appreciate you guys helping me, and not laughing at me,” you say while your cheeks dust a bit of pink, “It’s always been a little embrassing for me.

There’s nothing to embarrassed of, y/n. Everybody learns things at their own pace, ok? It’s just like driving, some people learn at 16 some people learn at 26. Some people may never learn. That doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with them or they should be embarrassed. Not everyone has to learn to do everything,” he mentions as he slings a brotherly arm around your shoulder. You lean into him, a small smile present on your face as you watch Lee Know push Han off Changbin’s shoulder’s in a game of Chicken.

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