#Obscurus!reader

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I am not writing this because I could not mentally take it but...

Imagine… being an Obscurus and best friends with Barty Crouch Jr.

You were eight years old when you met him.

A Muggle girl, too loud, too wild, too alive- a stark contrast to the quiet, polite boy with a sharp mind and a father that loomed over him like a shadow.

But with you? He wasn’t a Crouch. He was just Barty.

You built forts out of logs, ran barefoot through the pond, and shared a locket- two halves of a whole, a symbol of forever.

Imagine… falling sick the moment he turned eleven.

It started with headaches. Then nosebleeds. Then days where your limbs felt too heavy to move.

Barty didn’t understand. No one did.

One day, you were climbing trees and stealing sweets from the corner shop.

The next, you were shaking, feverish, slipping through his fingers.

And then- he left.

Hogwarts. Magic. A world you couldn’t follow him into.

He promised to write every day.

He did.

But no letter could stop the way your bones ached or the way the shadows in your room whispered.

Imagine… Barty researching Obscurials.

He was fourteen when he figured it out.

When he read about children who grew sick and died because they suppressed their magic.

Except- you weren’t suppressing it.

You never had magic to begin with.

But somehow, it was still killing you.

Imagine… Barty growing more desperate.

He tore through the Hogwarts library like a man possessed.

Potions. Enchantments.

He tried everything. He talked to anyone- everyone. He promised anything for answers. Anything for help.

Ancient texts. Dark rituals. Forbidden spells.

Once- he even tried to give you his own magic. Like a childish fever dream, something to awaken yours. Take yours. Fix yours.

It failed. Of course it did.

But that didn’t stop him from trying again. And again. And again.

Because Barty Crouch Jr. was a lot of things.

A prodigy. A disappointment. A son with too many expectations.

But to you- he was just a boy who couldn’t stand to lose his best friend.

Imagine… your final conversation with him.

You were eighteen, frail and pale, sitting in your childhood bed as Barty paced beside you. He had spent every year of his life loosing himself to try and regain you.

And it was tearing you apart inside.

He told you about his latest discovery, about the ritual he was planning.

He swore he was close.

You smiled. Soft. Knowing. Because he was always close.

And then you said it. So soft. So sweet.

So scratchy.. so quiet..

“Barty, it’s okay.”

And it broke him.

He fell to his knees beside your bed, clutching your frail hands, begging you not to go.

Because who was he without you? What identity did he have if you weren't there? What was all the Outstandings for? The letters? The years he spent learning every nook and cranny of magic- if he couldn't stop it?

Not yet. Not when he still had so much to fix.

“I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t watch you die.”

And so, you gave him one final gift. Because he had give you so much.

Too much.

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “Close your eyes.”

He did.

“Picture me."

And he did. And when his face twisted in anguish, you tutted. Running your small- much too small hands, through his black locks. “Not like that. Like me.”

And there she was. The vibrant ten-year-old who once dragged him through the streets, laughing like she had all the time in the world. Tugging him into alley ways and sneaking away from his parents.

“Write to me,” you said, voice barely a breath. “Write to that girl. That way… it will be like I never left.”

So he let go of your hand.

And he left.

He left you alone in that bed.

He walked away, fists clenched, locket pressed to his palm.

He didn’t look back. He forced himself through the meadow in your back yard, the bond you used to run in when you were younger, the swings that rocked.

And then- the explosion.

The shockwave knocked him to the ground.

The sky split open behind him.

And as he lay there, gasping, the locket in his hand felt heavier than ever.

You were gone.

Imagine… Barty writing letters to you all the time. From his years in the war, tales of Voldemort and his friends.

Even in Azkaban he made use of the walls and his nails.

Then under his imperious curse it was like a safe haven in his mind.

At first, they were daily.

Then weekly.

Then only when he could remember your face.

One day, he woke up and couldn’t remember if your eyes were green or blue. Brown or black. Purple or red.

Then your hair.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

And then, finally- your name.

He tried to write to you that night.

But the ink wouldn’t flow, because his hands hesitated.

Because for the first time in his life-

He didn’t know who he was writing to.

And that- not Azkaban, not the Dementors, not even the war-

That was the moment Barty Crouch Jr. truly died.

And the cruelest thing; in this form of death; he still wouldn't see you. Not yet.

[yanxidarlings]

been reading x reader fics with the slytherins and whenever they are together/interact as a group my brain just goes but what if extreme yandere! slytherin gang, reader gets sorted into slytherin and whether or not they knew the slytherins before, you best bet they have now been claimed as the slytherins' and only the slytherins'. not even just the boys but pansy as well, a whole goddamn quidditch team worth of yandere's (platonic? some platonic? some romantic? all romantic??) that the reader is now stuck with.

honestly bonus points if the reader is vulnerable in some way; magical malady, obscurus, bad homelife, all the more reason for the slytherins to be so protective and possessive.

i high key get the vibe that pansy would kind of wring all the boys in (girlboss pansy ftw) from mauling each other over the reader, that or she actively encourages it so she can whisk the reader away "boys, amirite?" (male! reader, blinking: ).

The Theo's™ are feral when it comes to the reader, especially Mattheo, but put those two together and you've got WWE: Hogwarts Special.

Draco would 100% treat the reader as a live in servant but also be way too eager to impress them, and value their opinion to a concerning degree

Honestly i'm still trying to properly sus Enzo out but i get the vibe that he's fully under the impression that he's the readers favourite. A lil too friendly and comfortably with 'em, a lil too invested in whether or not they're still a virgin, that type shit.

I have seen Blaise portrayed a few times as closest friends with Pansy so from now on I will be rolling with that it's now yanon so you just know these two judge the other bozo's from their high horses as if they aren't just as weird about the reader.

the group wouldn't be scared to threaten, manipulate or gaslight the reader either, you know all the buzz words "nobody but us likes you" "we're keeping you safe" "but you like it, right?" and so on and so forth.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S: Dysfunctional Edition

vibing with this au rn might expand on it later

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Magic Fingertips

Yandere Hogwarts x Obscurus! Reader Part 2

A/N: I see people want more! Mwahahahaha!! Still going strong gang >:)

Let’s start things off of the fact Harry, your own cousin, used a spell to petrify you and had caused you to fall down the stairs. To say he didn’t think this though was an understatement.

When he petrified you, he panicked about what he’d done. He scooped you up to make sure your fall didn’t cause any injured before panicking again.

How could he petrify his little cousin?! His dorky, weird, and anxious cousin that only wanted to talk to him?! And the fact you were an Obscurial, how could he had been blind to notice magic from you?

Where to go? The Weasleys will be picking him up in about a week. Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley will be back soon, how could he had not think before using his wand?!

“I’m sorry…” He mumbled, before running upstairs, and grabbed a suitcase form your closet, stuffing it with your clothes, toys, books, whatever he saw that he thought would make you more comfortable while he grabbed his own suitcase.

So that’s how you got kidnapped by your own cousin and brought back to Hogwarts, Harry had to make sure his aunt and uncle and cousin would never ask for you again. (He thanks Merlin for spells)

He still trusted Dumbledore, so taking The Knight Bus (He wrapped you in a blanket so no one would ask questions), he made it to the Leaky Cauldron. Writing a letter to Dumbledore, he never left your side.

He slept by your bed, thinking about the times he ignored you in favor of his new life, the times he didn’t had time for you when he spent time with Ron or Hermione, when he kept his mouth shut about Hogwarts while you were suffering.

Harry is the delusional yet self aware type of yandere. He believes that he could take you away and make up the memories he had without you in Hogwarts. He knows what he’s doing is wrong in so many ways, but if you could see why he did it…

He truly believes that he is your true brother, and Dudley was just nothing compared to him. Yet whenever he thinks of such insane things, he scolds himself for being such a selfish boy, but he can’t help but think that. Why else would you two have such connection and both be magic at the same time?

Dumbledore arrived as soon as he could with McGonagall, who was mortified to see that Harry used a spell on you. She will have to scold him later, but right now, dangerous topics are at stake.

An Obscurial, one who hasn’t existed for years, one who can make their host into a ticking time bomb on what power they could unleash.

The Ministry of Magic, when learned that Harry had sent the letter regarding about you, were in a frenzy about an Obscurus ending lives and magic, and always needed to be dealt with permanently. However it was Dumbledore who wouldn’t allow it.

If it was Harry who put his trust in the Headmaster’s hands, then he will do what he could to hear the boy out. McGonagall was still not sure about trusting such magic user, but soon realized just how you were when seeing you.

You’re just barely 12, someone who had magic all along yet never had any letters regarding Hogwarts. How could they skipped over you? And why did you force yourself to push your magic down?

Meanwhile, Albus was staring at your petrified form, his eyes twinkle as brighter than usual. In all of his years, he’d never thought he’ll see one again.

In a selfish part of his mind, Albus believed that having you to train and mentor would be a big deal when fighting against the Death Eaters, but seeing the way Harry cared for you, he’ll need to get to him first. But the humanity part of him had him second guess on the lives he cared for.

Should they risk the safety of the students to ensure that this Obscurus would never threaten the magic system as they know it? Or take you in and help you control it for their future against Voldemort?

All that’s left, was to handle your living situation.

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“No one else knows about this, right?” McGonagall asked Harry, who merely nodded while stroking your hand. The old dingy room he hid you in during the waiting game for his headmasters to arrive was stressful enough.

Pomfrey was also present, tending to your petrified state, but not before heavily scolding Harry for irrationally acting such a way. She’s had many students and wizards before throughout her years, but she has never treated an Obscurus, especially one so young.

“No, Professor. Not Vernon or Petunia or Dudley… I made sure of it,” Both Professor, Headmaster, and Mediwitch gave each other looks before McGonagall spoke up again to Dumbledore.

“What exactly will we do, Albus? An Obscurus is one thing, but one inside of a child? Manifesting in cruel experiences, those Dursleys are foul muggles, I tell you that, but harming more than one child?” McGonagall gritted her teeth. She should’ve known about such a terrible fates not only Harry went through, but to a forgotten wizard.

“It’s such peculiar that not even I would have misplaced an important invitation to a student’s first sight to our world,” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. He raised his hand and hovered above your chest, where his palm shined a light down at you.

Harry watched as something dark and skittish swirled around where your heart was. Your Obscurus, it was small yet already looked nasty. What self-hating thoughts have you had that made this parasite be filled with hate and shame?

“They didn’t hurt (Name),” Harry promised, “Of all the harm they done to me, they would never lay a finger on them… I believe it was because of their mind,” His uncle and aunt worshiped you, pampering you and spoiling with gifts, but that never stopped you for being kind to him.

“(Name) has always been a doubtful person towards themselves, they never really had that many friends. Because they had me…” You always confided to him that even with praises form your parents, you felt like you weren’t good enough with any skills you had.

“If I fail with the only what I know, what use am I of to the world?” You once told him, tossing a book of mathematics and lying next to him on your bed. The pressure you at your age was cruel, and the fact you were also pushing down whatever magic you had… you must’ve felt so angry at the world.

“I’ll burn down the world for them,” He whispered, “Please, you can’t take them away from me. I already lost so much,” The broken tone his voice was hurtful, his eyes pleading for any sort of agreement from them. McGonagall

“What we do not know is what makes us afraid of it. Surely, one small vulnerable youngling is not what we are all afraid of,” Dumbledore mused, raising an eyebrow at McGonagall, as if daring for her to admit she was afraid. Of course the head of Gryffindor would be too stubborn to admit anything, so she silently agreed.

“Obscurus or not, this is a child in need of us,” Pomfrey spoke up, peeling off the wet towel from your forehead. Dumbledore nodded before smiling softly at Harry, who nearly teared up before turning back to your now closed eyes. The spell wore off, but you were still asleep.

“Albus, are you certain of this?” The Professor quietly asked of him, taking a few steps away to discuss the important matter of actually taking in an Obscurial. Dealing with one of destruction is one thing, but actually attempting to control one with gentleness and grace as to not scare

“We-… I have failed many that were in the same situation as young (Name)… I do not wish for history to repeat,” He gently spoke, feeling the hand of Pomfrey on his shoulder as the three watched Harry carrying your sleeping body, practically cradling you.

“Don’t worry (Name), your… brother Harry is here right with you,”

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Waking up from whatever the hell knocked you out was awful. Your limbs felt sore, and every muscle in your body felt like they haven’t moved in decades.

“Ngh…” A soft whimper, “H-Harry…?” The surroundings felt shaky, the sounds of metal rumbling on one another, as if you were… on a train? The hell?

“It’s okay, (Name)! I’m here,” You heard the voice of your cousin whispered, your eyes finally letting you see clearly. You weren’t on your living room, not even in your room. It was small, with seats across from you, and the constant shaking made your body react badly.

“W-where am I?” You began to panic, “What did you do to me? Where’s my mom and dad? What is-?!” Harry held both of your hands and gave gentle hushes, eyes moving around to see that objects were floating around you two again.

The moment you noticed too they soon fell back into place. He saw your fingers twitch with little sparks, making him such his teeth in before giving you another gentle smile when you began to freak out again.

“Hey hey! It’s alright!” He had the audacity to let out a soft laugh, like he didn’t just kidnapped you from your home and- I don’t know, drugged you?? Laced you?? Knocked you out?? What would your parents and brother would think?!

“Answer the question, Harry!” You snapped, getting angry that he was avoiding your questions again. He nodded and sat back down on his seat across from you, hands still in the air as if to calm a creature.

“We’re in a train cart, I promise you nothing is going to harm you, especially when I’m around,” He smiled reassuringly before pulling out your favorite stuffed animal and handing it to you.

You snatched it away from him before looking around again. You had that feeling that it was dark outside, but didn’t know how long you were out for.

“As for where we are,” He pulled back the curtain to the train cart window. You peered outside and squinted your eyes to get a better look. You could sense that whatever was happening, Harry wasn’t feeling… sane right now, he was looking at you like you would vanish if he took his eyes on you.

From the distance, held a train stop dimly lit with people bustling through. And behind the station were mountains, with a massive castle perched at the side. Your eyes widened just as the train ran through a tunnel, and in a flash, it stopped at the station.

“Welcome, to Hogwarts,”

A/N: I see this is getting some traction, so I’ll be continuing more lmao

Also don’t you worry for Queen Bee’s Hive, I’m currently having writer’s block for the next chapter 😔, so stay patient! 🙏🏽

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

(God this is so all over the place but I just needed to get these thoughts out😅)

I can’t find the exact ask it was but someone had sent something in a while back about yan!Bellatrix moving into Spinner’s End and making a version of the Black Family tree on one of the walls of the house for the Reader and ever since I have fallen in love with the idea. I think it took place in the scenario of Muggle!Aunt!Reader getting her letter and attending Hogwarts or being an obscurus and getting to still attend Hogwarts later on thanks to Lily. And with one of the last asks having the Evan’s home being a safe haven I just can’t let go of the idea of the Marauders Era doing the same in their time resulting in them having their own makeshift family tree wall at the Evan’s with everyone on it cause they had become this sort of blended friend group/family. Honestly, it ends up being more of a tree of obsession for the Reader.

I, of course, will forever stand by the thought of Andromeda and Ted being friends with the Reader and the Reader even getting the two together in the first place if she went to Hogwarts. It starts out by the Reader giving their house out to Andromeda and Ted to meet and be able to hangout with each other. I just love the idea of the Reader (especially Hufflepuff!Evan’s!Reader) being a total wingman for her bestie and fellow Hufflepuff Ted (maybe there even ends up becoming a poly thing later on since the Reader has been so involved in the two’s relationship, it would end up being a little off without the Reader there with them👀🤷🏻‍♀️). Eventually the Evans home ends up becoming a safe place for Andromeda (similar to the Potter house being a safe place for Sirius) and she ends up hanging out there even when Ted isn’t over and really builds a bond with the Reader. If that were the case then you can bet that Andromeda would have gotten out of the Black family a hell of a lot sooner and she would have gone straight to the Evan’s house.

Eventually, other Marauders end up showing up to the Evan’s home. Lily has no idea how a good majority of the other Slytherins outside of Andromeda know where her and the Reader live. James and Sirius are completely under the belief that Snape told them cause Andy would never, and eventually Lily starts to believe it too resulting in her becoming even more overprotective than she already was of the Reader. Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Evans are running out of space for all these kids showing up on their doorstep.

First, it was Andromeda, then maybe Regulus showed up looking for his cousin and ended up staying. For a time it’s just those two being there and Lily’s friends/housemates hanging out during breaks and whatnot. Then one day, Bellatrix is on the Evan’s doorstep talking about being there to bring her sister home but really she just uses that as an excuse to be there herself and getting to see where and how the Reader lives. She ends up leaving without much of a fight or anything only to show back up later with a suitcase of her own and Narcissa in tow. The next thing Lily knows her whole house is full of magical blood purists who are for some uncomfortable and frustrating reason being extremely territorial of her precious sister. And apparently Rita Skeeter found her way there too.

I do love the idea of some of the parents coming to collect their children only to end up sticking around at the Evan’s house too. Unlike their children, most of the adults don’t quite move in but visit often. Except Walburga, she full on moves in. With or without her husband, most likely without him.

I have this concept of Walburga becoming extremely obsessed with the Reader, whether they’re an obscurus or not. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s the innocence and naivety of the Reader that stirred something in Walburga, maybe they reminded her of when she was a child before she became the person she is today. Whatever it is Walburga wants to clutch onto them and never let go. Like, I have this scenario of the Reader ending up at the Black house for dinner and them offhandedly thanking Kreacher for their meal or something and Walburga inquires about it, asking why they would thank the servant for doing their duty only for the Reader to reply with it being mannerly to do so in the muggle world. And everyone’s reaction in this situation is so stressed and on the edge of their seat waiting for Walburga to fly off the handle but she surprises everyone by thanking Kreacher too. Albeit, she is completely rigid and monotone doing it but after, Walburga looks to the Reader and asks if she did it right. I just like the thought of the Reader nodding with a little smile and Walburga looking so proud with herself. Hell, Walburga would even try to get the Reader to stay the night at Grimmauld Place that very night but Orion, Sirius, Regulus, Andromeda and Bellatrix are able to put it off and get the Reader back home. Meanwhile Walburga ends up at the Evan’s house days later and basically kidnaps the Reader only to have them be her guide and show her around some muggle shops and whatnot out of pure curiosity and wanting to spend more time with the Reader.

[mercurial-tenacity]

I fucking love your Cruel World series so much. Something I was curious about was, does Credence ever use magic? Im sure he’s not allowed to, but it’s so interesting how you almost frame the dynamic with the psychology as if he’s a non magical character held by two magical captors. Have there ever been accidental emotional outbursts? Has Grindelwald ever made him use magic during torture? Does he even remember that he’s someone who can use magic? If he was in a life or death situation, not at the hands of his captors, would he remember he could save himself?

Ahh thank you for asking! I spend so much time thinking about this series lately, I love the chance to talk about it! This question is also extremely timely, as it happens.

I admit it's been a little inconsistent in how it's been referenced (Grindelwald says in the first or second installment that they own him "mind, body, and magic," implying that he... well, has some magic), but since those first couple stories where I didn't yet have a long term plan, I've been thinking of Credence's magic as having been severely injured or damaged after the incident with the aurors in the subway at the end of the film, to the point that he appears non-magical. Graves and Grindelwald probably abducted him in the first place in the hope that they could get their obscurial after all, but when the obscurus didn't manifest anymore, they kept him anyway.

I was JUST thinking this very afternoon that if I were to go back and make any changes to the early part of the series, I'd really like to explore how Credence feels about his magic. Like, how does he feel after the first time they rape and humiliate him, and he wakes up the next morning and they aren't dead? If he had his obscurus, they would be. His anger is such a crucial part of his character, and his only expression of it has been stripped away, which must be terrifying. He's used to getting even with people even if he isn't really in control of it, but now, for the first time, he's actually helpless. Maybe it's not too late to go back and insert an installment along those lines, or maybe I'll touch it all up once the series is finished (hopefully that doesn't take another several years, yikes!), but it's definitely something that's been on my mind.

And I don't want to give too many spoilers, but it's very hard to resist talking about it, so I will say that Graves and Grindelwald are not in alignment on Credence's perceived magical status and that is about to become relevant.

Oh, I just had an idea - "Has Grindelwald ever made him use magic during torture," - what if Grindelwald tortured him to try to make him use magic? To find out whether he's still useful? Damn, that's something I want to write.

Also if you ever want to talk about more spoilery-type stuff feel free to DM me! I'm happy to share, I have so many ideas for this series rattling around, but I don't want to give the whole thing away out here in public. I promise to keep usernames a closely guarded secret if you promise the same for my plot details!

Actually, I may be in need of a beta reader for the next installment, so if anyone is interested feel free to reach out and let me know? The line between what happens and what SEEMS to happen is going to get... complicated... and feedback on how it comes across would be incredibly valuable honestly.

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hogwarts au

paranormal au

-> fics

don't (scream) // woojungz

pairing. ; ghostface!hyunwoo x fem!reader x ghostface!junghoon sypnosis. ; your best friends play a prank on you... it goes a little too far. progress. ; 8k and going / semi-edited tags. ; ¡consensual-non-consent!, p-in-v, fingering, oral, fear play(?), spit-roasting, dry-humping, dumbification(?), threesome, childhood friends to lovers, badly written imo

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obscurus // ot10

pairing. ; ot10 x gn!reader (separately) sypnosis. ; someone you know is keeping a dangerous secret, but their hesitation isn't enough to keep you from finding out. in fact, it only makes you all the more curious. progress. ; outlining tags. ; supernatural beings au, vaguely connected storylines, fluff, angst, non-explicit smut - others tba

untitled 1 // ot10

pairing. ; ot10 x gn!reader (semi-separately) sypnosis. ; after finding a portal to another world, you find you like this one much better. progress. ; intro, outlining. tags. ; choose-your-own-adventure, supernatural beings au, vaguely connected storylines, not connected to obscurus, angst, fluff, smut - others tba

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I agree that there was some sort of security, but some level of danger still existed (and probably the whole obscurus thing wasn't made before fantastic beasts, but I kinda wanted to consider it in canon (more like the way character would see it then a reader))

I'm not sure how many people know this but I really wanted to point it out - Harry was in danger on Privet Drive 4 and no I don't mean how little he was protected from magic world nor his uncle, aunt or Dudley, what I mean is that he was not allowed to do magic and young wizards who suppress their magic can turn into an obscurus which (almost?) always causes death of the wizard + a lot of damage and possible deaths of people around obscurus

[morpheus-girl]

On Sallow Wings

Universe: Hogwarts Legacy

Pairing: Aged Up! Sabastian x f!reader, Ominis Gaunt x f!reader (Plutonic).

Word Count: 1.46k.

Synopsis: Having returned for their sixth year at Hogwarts; Ominis and Sebastian might have bitten off more than they can chew with the sudden arrival of a face that is both familiar... and a stranger.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of abuse (physical & mental), Pure-Blood prejudice, blood, Unprocessed trauma, Aged up characters.

Notes: My intent with this one was that it was going to be my first series... I don't know. Let me know what you guys think. Would you like to see more of this, or..?

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.. drip...

drip...

drip...

.. she was wet.

A warmth, fiery almost, trickling slowly over the gentle curve of her forehead, it continued further. Following the sharp lines of her cheekbone as it continued down in its trajectory. Marring her skin, though it was nothing when compared to the pain of past heartaches.

Lips parting ever slightly from one another, a light sting shot through them. The rush of air drawn over the open cut was nothing new, however. No. In fact, it was a familiar sensation. And despite herself, in some sick, twisted way, it brought her the tiniest bit of comfort. Amongst all of the chaos; it had been the constant. Normal. Truthfully, it was all she knew. And now-..?

Arms trembling as they rose from her sides, Y/n let her glacial gaze fall. Resting upon her hands. Her porcelain complexion stained a deep crimson as blood - hers, or other; she wasn't sure - continued to trail over her palms. Dripping from the very tips of her fingers only to then create tiny pools around her.

.. For the love of Merlin... what had she done..?

The question had barely left the dazed mist that was her mind before she was lifting her head. Her arctic hues lingering on the scene lain before her.

Smoke billowed. Rising from the manor, and as it did, furniture from the second floor toppled towards the ground. Though, whatever sound it may have made upon impact was lost on her. The ringing in her ears was deafening. The remnants of the blast still echoing through her very core. Rubble was scattered about the ground from the gaping hole left in the side of the manor, crushing below it the beautiful gardens that she'd once spent many of her days escaping into. Now though... it simply wasn't possible. Not after what she'd-...

".. Y/n..!"

Panic struck her heart like lightning.

.. N-No... if they found her-...

"Y/n..! Where the bloody hell are you..!"

The words had barely finished leaving her older brother's lips before she was on the move. Turning tail in a flash; Y/n took off. Her bloodied palms gripping desperately to the tattered remains of her dress, the souls of her feet thundered over the earth beneath her as she carried herself as far from her family's estate as she could.

There was no turning back... not now...

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A few weeks or so later...

Fingers gliding once more over the braille imprinted onto the parchment, the frown already etched over Ominis' features deepened. His brows knitting together slightly alerting his best friend to the fact that, whatever the situation, it didn't seem to be getting any better.

".. Another letter from your family..?" Despite the concern in his voice, Sebastian did, however, attempt to keep the mood light. Taking a gentle jab at his friend by way of elbowing his ribs before, distractedly, turning back to his plate, "Someone's getting popular. This is what..? The fifth one in just a few weeks..?"

".. Regretfully."

".. Care to share with the class..?" He didn't need to look at his best friend to know that he was wallowing. Something had been eating at Ominis now for the better part of two weeks, and while he knew that he shouldn't pry; that the blond boy would tell him, eventually, what it was that was bugging him. Sometimes, a little nudge in the right direction didn't hurt.

".. No."

"Ominis..."

A heavy sigh falling through his lips, it was another moment of hesitancy before Ominis spoke. His voice soft... tinged with worry, ".. there was an incident... and not all are yet accounted for..."

An incident..?

Curiosity piqued, a small bout of worry for his friend settling in his stomach at the new information provided, Sebastian turned his gaze towards the boy. Staring, perhaps a few moments longer than he'd meant to, he finally managed to once again find his voice, "Ominis... I'm sorry. I didn't know... Is there anything I coul-..."

"Oh, ha ha. Very funny."

The dulcet tones of the familiar Irish accent catching the attention of the two boys, both turned their heads towards the girl in question. Their eyes lingering upon Imelda Reyes, despite only one being able to actually see, as she seemed intent on kicking up a stink about... who knew what this time.

"Whoever's castin' charms on my plate, you best quit it now. I'm not in the mood."

"Uhh... Imelda..?" Movement having caught the corner of his eyes, Sebastian turned back to his own dinner. Pushing himself back slightly in his seat as he watched the dish slowly begin to rise up, causing food to topple onto the polished wooden surface of the table as it began to tilt. And with a quick glance about the Great Hall, it was made more than clear that they weren't the only victims in this little prank, ".. don't think you're alone with this one..."

All around the hall, objects were being lifted into the air. Plates... goblets... silverware. It seemed nothing was safe as food was spilt about them. Splattering messily about the ground, the house tables and, much to Sebastian's utter delight and amusement, even the faculty table didn't seem immune to whatever shenanigans were being had at the school's expense. Though at the sound of the large double doors opening at the end of the hall; all heads turned sharply. The sound of wood slamming against stone resonating through the expansive room, and for reasons beyond reasonable explanation, Sebastian found a shiver running down the length of his spine.

"What..? Sebastian- what is it..?"

Just one of the many who had gotten to their feet while circumstances continued to play out, Ominis didn't need the ability to see as he reached out. The letter received from his family now lain long forgotten as he gripped firmly onto his best friend's arm.

".. It's... a girl..." Surprise overtaking his features, Sebastian could do little more than stare at the young woman causing such a stir. However, even as he did, she seemed to search the room. Almost frantically so.

".. O-Ominis..?"

One word. That was all it took.

Despite how softly it had been spoken, the word echoed about the hall, and before it had time to settle, all eyes had turned towards the Slytherin table. And in turn, toward the Gaunt boy who suddenly felt his heart gripped in a vice.

No... it couldn't be...

All rational escaping him at this point, Sebastian had barely a moment to react before his best friend tore off around the table. Wand gripped tightly in his hand, tip pulsing a fiery red helping to keep him on course as he rushed the young lady calling out for him. The desperation in her voice was almost too much for him to bear. And as he reached her, he found his hands taking purchase upon her hips. Helping to keep her steady as he ignored the sound of his wand clattering upon the stone by his feet.

".. I'm here. I-It's going to be alright..."

Her own hands rising, Y/n gripped desperately to the front of his robes. Her sparkling blues searching the familiar clouds that were now right in front of her, ".. I-... I didn't-... help me..."

Whatever drive she had keeping her going the past couple of weeks finally subsiding, the girls body went slump in his arms. And only having been a few moments behind his friend, Sebastian's arms automatically shot to the girls body. Helping, as gently as he could, to lower her to the floor with his friend. Though as his lips parted, intent on questioning the strange scene, they quickly shut. His attention briefly distracted by the resonating clanging of the dishware crashing down around them, accompanied by the shouts and screams of their fellow students. Majority of whom had ducked or taken cover so as not to be caught in the unexpected showering of gold.

Pausing, wanting to be sure nothing more was going to happen, Sebastian turned his full attention back to Ominis, "Okay... want to tell me what in Merlin's beard that was..?"

Ominis' head was shaking. Quickly. Though not out of rejection towards his friends questions, but rather in sheer disbelief, "It-... It's not possible... she's a squib... she's not supposed to have magic..."

Sebastian managed to catch himself before scoffing. Clearly... there had been some major misunderstanding. Because you didn't have to be blind in order to see that, very obviously, this girl did not a squib make.

".. No shit. Who in Merlin's name is she, though..?"

Ominis' voice was soft as he responded. His head lifting until, eerily, he was able to look his best friend in the eyes. And once more, Sebastian felt a chill run through his spine.

".. she's my sister... Y/n Gaunt..."

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𝑴𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔(Credence Barebone x reader)

Hey my angels! Well this is the second part of "i will protect you" I really enjoyed writing the other story and I think it deserves a second part!

And thx for all the love u are given me these last days!!! love u and i hope u enjoy it, and if u want a part 3 plese tell me :3

Good reading <33

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 1

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Some months passed and you and the credence began to get along very well, but still did not admit the love you two felt for each other, but deep down you two were lovers. 

You did everything to protect him, but you felt that this wasn't enough, even though he said that you did a lot for him and he felt grateful, you were the only person in the world that he really trusted, and he felt safe and happy on your side. 

But a few weeks ago when you went to see your nanny, Credence was alone with Mary Lou and she did what she used to do again, Credence obeyed his mother but when she finished that torture, he ran away to clear his head and cry, he miss you, he needed you, he felt warm, he felt something in him was going to explode and that was the first time he realized it... He wasn't normal, in his head Credence had some kind of curse inside him that would come loose when he was scared and angry.

And it was one of those times that he met Mr. Graves a detitive that belonged to MACUSA,he was walking om street crying and Mr. Graves try to help him in the condition if Credence help him too, he was looking for someone and asked Credence for help and in return he would teach him magic, and would turn him into a renowned wizard.

After that first night you and Credence hadn't kissed anymore, perhaps for lack of courage... of course there were moments when the two of them were completely attracted to each other, Credence began to realize that he felt attracted to your body, he knew it was wrong but he wanted to touch you again to feel your touch on him, but he was too shy to ask, so he just kept quiet and did not admit his feelings for you, but when he had a nightmare, Credence would ask to sleep with you, because he felt safer in your arms and you could not deny that you want him, you wanted to feel his body again stroking yours, but you didn't want to force him into anything.

 But from a month to here Credence’s attacks began to become more often, he was afraid of himself, and there were nights when he would go to Graves to tell him some news or seek comfort, and day by day you began start to happen mysterious events in the city and you were sure it had to do with magic, and for some reason lately Credence began to get more distant from you perhaps with a huge fear of hurting you and the magical aura you felt in it began to become more intense.

Credene had stopped being with you and avoided touching you as much as possible, he felt unstable. You started to feel sad because you didn't know what was going on, so you spent whole nights sitting up in bed reading and looking for something that could help you or that could tell you what Credence was, and that would make you extremely tired and exhausted. Sometimes you'd try to talk to Credence trying to get close to him again but he'd walk away. You could see the sadness in his eyes, but you didn't want to give up, you promised to protect him.

Credence, on the other hand, was afraid someone would discover, especially his mother. So he avoided disrespecting her rules to the maximum, even if it meant that he ended up getting hurt, but he knew that after all the suffering he was no longer alone and that you would take care of him.

That afternoon was quiet. You spent the day in your room reading some books of magic you found at a bookstore nearby. It was raining a lot, and you could feel the cold coming through the bedroom window.You were alone in the house that day, Mary Lou and the two sisters had gone to an anti-witch convention in a nearby town and were going to visit a distant family so she left you and Crede alone, but you got scared when you heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and in a few seconds Credence enters the room completely wet from the rain, his hair was dripping with water drops, and his body was more defined in the wet clothes, you blushed when you saw Credence in that state.

You got up from the desk and went to the bathroom quickly to get a dry towel to help him, he just looked at you, and when your body got closer he faced the floor with embarrassment maybe.

"Where have you been? You should have been two hours late. Crede" you laughed softly but with worry... you didn't want him to get sick, so you put the towel in his hair and massaged him. Credence couldn't tell you who he was with that afternoon, so he lied about it.

"I was handing out flyers...and I ended up being distracted by the time" he said shy, he didn't want to look at you knowing he was lying to you, but you realized he was lying right from the start so you just kept going and smiling.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes, do it while I prepare you something hot to drink, it wouldn't be good for you to get sick now my love" you said and smiled at him and left the room.

As simple as that name was, to be called " my love " to him, it made his heart shoot, he could see in your face the tiredness and the dedication to help him, that nickname made Credence much calmer now that he was with you.

You went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared a hot chocolate for the two of you, you were happy to take care of him again, you liked to spoil him. As fast as you went down you went up again, and when you opened the door you saw credence with some more scars on his back and those looked fresh...you put the cups on the nightstand and walked to him putting your hands on the new scars, Credence got scared and turned quickly, your eyes were sad...you felt guilty for not having protected him.

"Y/n...I can explain" he said in a shaking voice.

You didn't just say anything, you held him tight, you caressed his back, he needed you and you weren't there... you wouldn't let that happen again.

"You don't have to explain my love, I understand" you look at him you see some tears flowing from his face "Come let me help you" you take his hand if you sit him on the bed and eat towel you dry his hair with affection.

He took your hand and kissed you in return, and caressed you, he felt so safe with you that he almost forgot what was making him angry and nervous and to feel your hands caressing his hair, giving him the feeling of peace, he had to tell you what was going on with him and about Mr. Graves ... just didn't know how or when.

You woke up with another nightmare this time with the death of your parents, you looked at the other side of the room you saw Credence asleep, he was calm and you could feel that the magic aura that was around him was calm too, you smiled when you saw that, but you were feeling very dizzy so you tried to get up, and when you removed your blankets you could see a huge stain of blood on your clothes and sheets, you felt some tears involuntarily running down your face.

You were always in a lot of pain at that time of the month, but this time it took you by surprise, I was two weeks early, maybe you should start paying more attention to the level of stress, and controlling.

You got up from bed and went straight to the bathroom to change as quickly as possible, in an attempt to get back into bed as quickly as possible so as not to wake Credence.

 You were in so much pain that you couldn't stand on your feet for more than 5 minutes and you were very emotional so you simply dragged your body to a wall and sat on the cold ground hugging your legs and letting the tears that your eyes caught fall and wet the fabric surrounding your body, At that moment all you could think about was your nightmare...the longing you missed your parents for the fear you felt about not knowing how to tell Credence about what he really was, it was killing you.

“please stop, I can't anymore..." you sigh and cry

Credence wakes up with a noise coming from the bathroom, then he sits on his bed looking around him, and when he looks at your bed he sees a huge stain of blood and he is worried, he knows what the period was obviously but he feels very concerned about you, he hears your crying and gets up towards the bathroom, he opens the door and I find you inside sitting crying, he runs up to you and kneels down in front of you and slowly hug your body

""Hey, calm down, what's going on?"" his voice was calm and rough, and he made your body stick to his, you hid your face in his chest and let the tears come out.

He kissed your forehead shyly, he wanted to show you affection and try to calm you down, his arms wrapped your body and pulled you into his lap swaying lightly, he used to do this with his younger sister when she got scared, and tried it on you, and it seemed to work. He was nervous, he did this with his sister, and now that he did it with you and felt your body hiding in his, his heart squeezed.

When he felt your breath calming, he sat you down again on the ground and stood up in front of you to help you up

"Come on, let's go back to bed," he said, still clinging to your body, but you cut off his speech.

"I can't..." you said with the shaking voice of crying " I'm in a lot of pain, I'm dirty with blood, and the rest of my pajamas are in the laundry room, Credence, I can't get up..." you say shyly hiding your face in the middle of your knees.

Credence was surprised, he had never seen you cry, you always took care of him and you helped him, he wanted to help you so he took you in his lap gently and took you to his bed.

"Wait here a while" he said in a calm voice trying not to make you nervous anymore, and went to the closet taking an old sweater off him and raising it again to you.

You watched every move he made, you blushed to see how dedicated he was to helping you, it has been some time since you felt this heat inside your chest.

Credence comes to your side and kneels down again if I look at you a little shy, but the words came out of his mouth.

"Take off your clothes... and put this on please..." he handed you his shirt and stood up turning around, his heart was beating very fast and your cheeks were flushed, you nodded and stood up a little and turned around with some difficulty taking off your evening dress, and dropping it on the ground.

Credence could see your reflection on the window glass and couldn't remove his gaze from your body, he felt something he had never felt before, he wanted to touch you, he wanted to take care of you to make you feel loved but he couldn't...he was afraid of himself, he was afraid of hurting you, he didn't know what to do.

You noticed that he was lost in his thoughts and you quietly approached him, he was much bigger than you, he was older than you and you sometimes forgot that, his body could cover you whole, you just held him from behind, stuck your forehead to his back and kissed him softly, you grabbed his body tightly, you missed him a lot.

Credence was torn from his thoughts when he felt your warm body stick to his, his repiration speeded up, he always grew away from affection, for him all these sensations were new, he became even more shy and nervous when he felt your body stuck to his.

He imagined over and over again the moment you had on the first night you met, having someone to protect him was comforting.

 He turned slowly back and glued his forehead to yours, he noticed how small you were and that was really cute for him, your heart beat was fast, you just leaned your body against his own feeling an immense pain coming from your belly.

He noticed the pain in your eyes and got worried, grabbed your body, relieving your weight from the ground, relieving the pain even a little, helped to ease your pain a little.

“C-credence..."You sighed, and that sigh made his body warm, he wanted to touch you, he wanted to love you, and he wanted to make you feel love, because you always helped him and he wanted to give back all the love.

He grabbed your body with strength you didn't know he had this strength, you blushed at the thought of it, his hands traveled through your body gently exploring every inch of you, you felt your body burning, in his eyes you saw lust, at that moment he was no longer the frightened boy you met months ago, now he was your lover. He grew in courage and gave up trying to repress his feelings for you.

"C-crede" he just took your body and took you to his bed, and gently laid you down, he looked at your defenseless body from him and saw how you blushed when his gaze looked at your body, It was the first time you saw this side of him, so protective so needy of you, he was really making that moment magical, your body was feeling more relaxed under his.

 He pulled away the hair that covered your bare shoulder and your neck and lowered himself and glued his lips to your neck rising up to your face making you laugh and blush, grabbing your waist with his legs, your body was warm and at that moment credence was being controlled by his pleasure and happiness.

You were sweating, you felt your body warm and restless, credence was loving feeling your breath unregulated, and tried to play a little more with you, and his hand landed on your cheek with cuddles forcing you to remain with your look in his.

"thank you for helping me, you really saved me and I can never tell you how important you've become to me." he said your cheek and kiss you softly.

he comes down and lies down beside you pulling you into his lap, he strokes your hair, 

For the first time in months you felt safe next to someone, well you always felt good next to credence but seeing this protective side of him was new and captivating, lying on his chest and feeling his love, even though he wouldn't admit it in words that he loved you you knew he did it.

You still felt the pain a little, and your body manifested itself, but you felt his hand under your belly caressing slowly.

"I-if I do it like this, will it help?" he says timidly again, looking into your eyes with affection.

"Yes, thank you for helping me my love..." you paused and put your hand on his face caressing him with your thumb "you are truly special" he closed his eyes repressing his tears, he wanted to tell you what was happening he knew that if he told you, you would help him.

"That name...I like it when you call me that" he murmured and looked at your hand

"I know, you are my love, I only say it out loud, only to you" you turned your gaze away also staring at his hand that rubbed on your belly soothing the colic.

"Y/n...I need to tell you something" his voice comes out a little shaky as if he was afraid.

"Creed? what did you want to tell me?" you asked by touching his face.

“The destruction in the city that has been happening recentlyit was me, I'm a monster, Y/n and I can't control it, I'm afraid of hurting you,i'm afraid of loosing myself" he says and feels his voice fail, he starts to cry.

"You're an obscurial... I studied about it..." you said quietly looking at his messy black hair, he kept looking at your hand.

"H-how do you know?" he asked you could hear his shaking voice trying to contain the fear and tears of came out.

"I... I didn't tell you before because I was afraid of your reaction... I'm a witch..." you said nervously afraid of his reaction.

Credence felt nervous, he was afraid of what he might become, he looked up and saw your low posture, and then he hugged your body once again, pulling your head around his neck, you just grabbed him tightly. It was a relief to tell him what you really were and to know that he trusted you enough to tell you what was wrong with him.

"I don't know how to control it, I'm afraid of it, of hurting you" he with his eyes in tears again, he was hoping that you could help him and you were sure that you could help him to control it, he was a miracle, you would have to protect him with your whole being and that's what you were going to do.

"You won't hurt me... I'll help you control... i promise Creden-" You were interrupted with a kiss, credence glued your lips, you felt the salty taste of his tears, but this kiss was different... he kissed you gently but with need at the same time.

"Thank you" he whispered softly and kissed you again this time more slowly.

You looked at him blushing, you didn't know what was going on for sure but you wanted to stay in that moment forever.

You both looked at each other, credence protected and warmed your body under the sheet, and caressed your arm as you spoke:

"How long have you been a witch?" he asked curiously, he knew Graves had an important role and promised to teach him, but he was more attracted to the idea of you teaching him.

"Since I was born, my parents are pure blood, so I've been dealing with magic since I was a kid, and I went to school for seven years to learn all kinds of magic" you answered by looking into his eyes, and you saw him blush.

"and...what am I?" he asked in fear, he had to try to understand what he really was.

"an obscurial... basically you're a wizard, but you reneged on your magic and because of some trauma, your magic got trapped inside your body and whenever you get angry or scared, it explodes... "You explained as briefly as possible "But you are a miracle, usually children with an obscurus inside them live until they're 10 years old at the most, you've reached adulthood and you can still control it, you're really very special and powerful, and if you learn to use your powers I'm sure you'll be a very powerful wizard Credence" you explained by looking at him with a gentle smile.

he seemed surprised he didn't know what to say he just looked at the thoughtful ceiling, in his mind he was nervous about what he had just heard, he was a wizard but his magic was trapped inside him... and he was a miracle for living so long.

Your body manifested itself with some pain, and you moaned softly captivating the gaze of credence over you again. His attitude was immediate he looked at you and got up from bed quickly and entered the bathroom with a pill in his hand and a glass of water.

"Take this I'm sure it will help you" he handed it to you gently and lay down again at your side.

After doing what he asked you to do, you lay down on your side...you had a certain desire to kiss him again, you wanted to feel his lips on yours again.

Credence looked at you confused and you approached him slowly putting your hands one on his shoulder and one on his face, and you sealed your lips, the kiss started slowly, but in time the kiss became more fierce, credence grabbed your body and pulled you closer to his body.

The kiss became hotter when credence unbuttoned your shirt a little and glued his lips to your neck and went down to your shoulder, he bit lightly and heard what was music to his ears, the first moan of pleasure caused by him, you covered your mouth when you realized what you had done.

Credence just took your lips again and kissed you with affection he was feeling warm but preferred to stop because of your condition...

"We'd better stop here..." he said his cheeks were flushed and his breathing accelerated

"yes... but it was wonderful" you agreed without bellows

"Is this the first time you've done something like this?" he asked with embarrassment, looking maliciously at you

"Y-yes... I've never had moments like this with anyone... except with you" his look rejoiced he snuggled into bed and pulled you to his chest

"I..." he wanted to say the words but he was afraid

"You don't have to say it... I know, but now let's go to sleep I'm getting tired... i-i love you Credence" you lay on his chest and almost instantly fell asleep.

"I love you Y/n" Credence said softly "good dreams" and snuggled up to you instantly falling asleep in your lap.

A week passed and you would meet a childhood friend, Newt Scamender, the two of you had met in your 4th year in hogwarts, he was called by Dumbledore to teach you a little about animals and magical creatures.

Since then Newt and you became friends almost instantly, at the beginning of the week you received a letter from him saying that he was going to New York in passing, so he decided to visit you, you were really missing him, and you obviously wanted to help him in what he needed.

You were a few hours away from going out to meet him when you heard Mary Lou talking to Credence.

"You can't hide behind her forever... you're getting too attached to her, and when you really need her support she'll deny it to you." She spat the words arrogantly in a way that seduced Credence into thinking you'd abandon him, his posture continued upside down as if he was agreeing with her,

There were tears in your eyes... you couldn't believe he was believing her, after all she did to him, he still believed the words of that liar.

You took your coat and passed them both, Credence got scared at first and when she saw your look she realized the mistake she had made, Mary Lou just looked at you with a signic smile on her face, she disgusted you, but you couldn't deny that what she saw Credence concocting with her made your heart break into a thousand little pieces.

You left home quickly and walked quickly to the place where you would meet Newt, your head was heavy, you couldn't believe what would happen.

Credence looked at Mary Lou in anger, Mary Lou had never seen that look coming from Credence.

"Don't look at me like that, she's the one to blame for all this, if I'd never taken her in, none of this would have happened, not even that disgusting little romance between you, or do you think I didn't realize she's a witch?" Mary Lou threw the words in his face, he just nodded and stared at the ground.

"I only want your good..." she put her hand on the credence shoulder "now go help your sisters it's almost time for us to go out and hand out our word" she said seducing Credence's head once again that he was confused, he didn't want to hurt you, maybe it was for the best.

Soon you'd be at the cafe where you'd meet Newt.  You walked in and saw Newt sitting next to two people.

You approached and when Newt saw you, he got up quickly to hug you.

"Hey, how you've grown!!" Newt said sitting down again.

"Hey! You hardly changed a bit, and these are?" You look at him referring to the two people who were with him, sitting in the chair next to their feet.

"Tina Goldstein, ex-Auror pleasure" you look at him with expanto, what did Newt do to walk with an ex-Auror by his side? "And this is Mr. Jacob Kowalski a No-Mag." Tina introduced them with a smile

"Nice to meet you, my name is Y/n" you smiled softly it was strange to be near wizards again. "So what are you doing here Newt?" you asked funny looking at Newt again.

"Well I've come to present my work on magical creatures, to sensitize our fellow wizards, but I ended up having some unforeseen events" he said putting his suitcase closer to you "For sloppiness some of the creatures that were here have escaped and we have to find them and Tina and Jacob are helping me, but you...well you know a lot about magical creatures and I was hoping that you could help me. "he explained in the hope that you would say yes.

"Okay, I'll help you, I need to be a little distracted," you said, looking at your hands and reminding yourself of what happened this morning.

"TIME SKIP"

A few hours passed and everything passed so quickly, you had spent the day helping Newt with the missing creatures, so to repay them both took you home, or rather the place where it would be, it was all destroyed in rubble your first thought was soon about Credence only he would have enough strength to destroy that whole place.

"CREDENCE!!! CREDENCEEE" you screamed running towards the rubble, where was he? was he all right? the fear of losing him went through your mind, you shouldn't have left him that morning, you walked among the destroyed stones and saw Mary Lou's body lifeless, the thought of relief went through your mind, you knew it was wrong to think that way but you couldn't deny that you were happy to see the body of that lifeless monster.

"We have to find him..." you said by taking his coat that was under some wooden boards.

"You lived here? What's your relationship with credence?" Tina asked worried, Newt and Jacob were standing behind her.

"Yes I lived here, I was adopted by Mary Lou after my parents died in an accident" you explained, Newt's expression saddened him, he didn't know why you moved to America " Credence and I  get closed... I fell in love with him and tried to protect him, but that freak seduced the credence mind thinking I was going to abandon him, when I heard that I ran away and came to you" you felt the tears running down your face.

"don't worry we gonna find him" But some instinct of yours knew where he was, you could feel that he was frightened, he needed you, you threw yourself out of your arms and ran.

"where are you going" says Newt running after you.

"I KNOW WHERE THIS IS" you continued on your way "take it easy Credence, I'm on my way

You could feel his aura, he was scared, nervous, and that helped you to decipher where he was, you passed through the middle of the population that gathered around the subway stairs, you stopped in the middle and you turned to the three people that followed you.

"Please don't let anyone in, he's very unstable, I promise to bring him back" you said quickly running to the subway.

When you arrived there Credence was in his obscurial form, he was scared and his form kept changing.

"Credence is me..." you said calmly to calm him down, he seemed to recognize you "credence come back to me, you don't have to be afraid, I'll protect you" you came closer.

He gave in and went back to his normal shape, sitting on the rails, he was crying, you ran to him, you pulled him into your body, he let himself be tucked in your arms.

"Im here my love... Im sorry... Im sorry, i'll never let you go" Your tears fell on his face, you were so happy that he was all right, but then everything happened too fast, one moment he was in your arm and the next he was already in his obscure form ready to attack.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM, HE IS SCARED!!! "Your words flowed through the tunnel as you ran to the front of the creed to protect him like the first night you were together.

In a few seconds wizards attacked Credence killing the almost immediate "NO!!" you couldn't stand on your knees with tears of anger in your eyes, you looked at people in front of you remembering the gentle smile of credence, you got up quickly and ran to Grindewall that by now had unmasked pushing his body against the wall, many tried to stop you were being controlled by anger

"Give me a reason not to kill you right now" you put your wand around his neck, the anger you felt was huge you just wanted to make someone pay for his death.

Someone grabbed your body and pulled you back it was Newt, two of MACUSA's gullible guys grabbed Grindewall's body, but not before he asked to come close to you, he looked you in the eyes and approached your ear.

"He's alive, it's just a matter of time," he said like a whisper, and then he was taken away...

[where-dreamers-go]

He nearly missed your smile; always avoiding eye contact with others.

[gulnarsultan]

Reader being yandere aberforth dumbledores wife and mother of Yandere!Credence Barebone /Aurelius Dumbledore .

This request excited me. Feel free to write requests for more HP and Fantastic Beats. I hope you will like it.

~ You may have met Aberforth during school. Or maybe your paths crossed somehow. Whatever the case, your destiny is sealed with Aberforth.

~ It won't be long before you stay with Aeborforth as a lover. He will propose marriage in a short time. She insists that you become a housewife after marriage.

~ Aberforth is an overprotective man towards his family. He has lost his family once and cannot lose a second time. Aberforth doesn't really let you leave the house. You are allowed to leave the house with you.

~ Aberforth does no physical harm to you. Will use psychological and emotional manipulation. Guilt is the biggest weapon. His children will use you to keep you obedient. He never harms his children. He tries to be the best father for them.

~ You have two children with Aebrforth. Your first child is your son Aurelies / Credence and your daughter Airanna. Your children are the pride and joy of your life.

~ Aberforth is reluctant to send children to Hogwarts. Especially about your son Aurelies /Credence. He will choose to train him at home so that no one finds out that he is an Obscurus.

~ Dumbledore doesn't come as a guest often. Maybe he doesn't know about you. Even if he knows about it, Aberforth won't let him see you much.

~ Aberforth will enable your son to develop yandere tendencies towards you . It will support your son's inclinations to fill his place when you are not at home.

~ Your son is very afraid of you leaving them. He thinks that one day you will think he is a freak. That's why it's your important duty to reassure and support him.

~ You love your children very much. You love your husband too. You choose to remain silent even if you disapprove of your husband and son's inclinations. You would never think of leaving them.

~ Your son is as protective of you and his sister as his father. He doesn't want any harm to come to you. He is bluffing to prevent you from going out and communicating with others.

~ If Dumbledore or anyone else points out these trends and says something about them being stopped, they'll be furious. Both will prevent them from approaching you again. They don't want them to cloud your mind.

~ Your son doesn't believe anyone else in his family, especially you, would really love him. She doesn't want to lose her only mother. He can't stand to have his family taken away.

~ Your son always comes to you for reassurance, love, affection and attention. You are his indestructible stronghold on which he leans. When he is afraid or sad, he finds solace in your arms.

~ Aberforth and your son will not hesitate to torture and kill for you. They are not afraid to cross boundaries for their families.

[ravenclawbiologist-blog]

A WONDERFUL THING

[Credence Barebone x fem!Reader]

Parinings: Credence Barebone / Fem!Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, NSFW, minors DNI.

It was not as if you could have a nice, normal relationship with him. You knew about him and he knew about you. You were a muggle. Him, an Obscurial. 

When you decided to move to the US for a better life, Jacob and Queenie didn’t hesitate to welcome you in their new home for a while, long enough for you to find a decent apartment. You had always known about the wizarding world, so different and intriguing from your non-magical one. In fact, you were a close friend of both Queenie and Tina and, when one day you found Queenie's wand in her drawer, you promised to not say a word about it to anybody. So, you did. You kept the promise. 

But finding out such a secret was very different from discovering that the man you fell madly in love with was an Obscurial. He never expressly told you that, mostly because he was perfectly aware of the fact that you already knew. Besides, you were a bright woman and you knew way too much of the magic world already. It didn't take you much time to find out the truth about him. 

Although, this didn’t cause you to run away from him like most did; on the contrary, you liked to take good care of the dark-haired man, to ease his pain and replace it with love, hoping that one day his Obscurus would just disappear. You would often have him for dinner in your own apartment, pepper the scars on his hands with soft kisses and constantly tell him how beautiful you thought he was. You would often smile at the cute way he sighed whenever you gave him a massage on your couch, enjoying the way his sore muscles instantly relaxed under your gentle touch. 

That night he came over to watch a movie with you. Needless to say, having spent so much time with you, he was pretty familiar with muggle technology and, although he didn't even know how to switch channel with the remote, he enjoyed spending some quality time with you. So he was there, sitting on the couch next to you, his head resting comfortably on your breasts and your right hand gently stroking his onyx, long hair. 

Your nails tenderly scratched his scalp, earning a soft hum from the slender man, and his hand timidly found its way to your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb over your clothed leg. 

"Feeling good, love?" You whispered, prompting Credence to nod and let a bashful smile curve his thin lips. 

"Far too good." 

You let out a silent giggle, your chest rising as you took in a deep breath of air. You let your hand travel downward, your fingers slightly grazing his neck, his shoulder, his waist… his thigh. When you teasingly played with the leather of his belt, where his shirt had come untucked, his breath hitched and, as soon as he directed his gaze to your eyes, your face flooded with heath. It was not as if you never did it with him. You experienced the most carnal and passionate love with him every time you had the chance. But every time seemed like the first time, made of furtive looks, shy, gentle touches, that only led to an almost desperate desire that could only be filled by your two naked bodies perfectly molded together. 

"Do you want to feel better than that?" You cooed and your eyes never left his as your hand went to cup the tent that formed in Credence's trousers. You knew what he liked and what he didn’t like. And seeing you take the lead and guide him through sex was something that never failed to make his body shiver with anticipation.

His face flushed red with embarrassment, but at the same time he couldn’t find even a little piece of him that didn't enjoy the feeling of your hand where it was, so he simply nodded. He was getting harder every second your hand rubbed against his shaft, his hips bucking just slightly to gain more friction from your touch. 

You slid him under you so that you were atop him. As soon as you undid his pants and gently pulled his boxers down, his member flew out of his pants, hard and ready for you, the tip already dripping with a delicious stripe of precum. You licked your lips at the sight of that, at the sight of your man so deliciously undone under you, his cheeks rosy and sexual desire evident on his flushed face. You were usually the one to take the lead, to initiate your nights of passion, and you knew he enjoyed that. But that time was different. You found yourself to be taken by surprise when you felt Credence's slender fingers snake under your skirt and find your already dripping, naked core. 

"You're not wearing underwear…" he murmured and this time you couldn’t hold your gaze. 

Your face flushed red and a whimper escaped from your lips when you felt one of his fingers rubbing up and down your slit, spreading the wetness he found there, only to slip inside you a few seconds later. Between every ecstatic moan his boney fingers pulled out of you, your hand wrapped around his hard cock, giving a few, experimental pumps before picking up your pace and trying your best to not let that magical moment end too soon just by looking at the blissful expression on his face. His fingers arched, only to find the spot that never failed to drive you crazy, and repeatedly pressed there, sending you dangerously near the edge. The moment your eyes fell onto his hand, the one hidden under your skirt, you realised you couldn’t hold your gaze any longer. The sight of his wrist tensing and relaxing rhythmically, his fingers pumping inside of you and your juices already dripping down his hand, soaking it, sent an electric jolt straight to your core. 

"Rub me…" you breathed. "Rub me here…" 

You knew he needed guidance. You liked to help him understand what made you feel good and he liked it back, so you placed your hand on top of his, moving his thumb to your sensitive clit while another finger dipped inside of you, pumping in your wetness at an almost agonizingly slow pace. 

"Yes, like that…" you moaned as his thumb started rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers arching just slightly to hit that spot inside your walls that never failed to make you come. "Credence…" 

As soon as his fingers picked up their pace, smothering your whole cunt with juices, you almost forgot about your hand stroking his hard manhood. His fingers thrusted into you almost desperately, mimicking a real penetration, spreading your folds and filling you up with pleasure. You rested your forehead against Credence's shoulder, your lips slightly parted in elated bliss as you moaned his name, your hips bucking desperately against his hands to get even more friction, chasing your release. 

"You've been so good to me…" Credence whispered in your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. "Now I want to make you feel good too."

That was enough to push you over the edge and a freight of pleasure collapsed over you, making your body quiver and squirm under his touch as you rode out your orgasm, jolts of electricity shooting straight to your core. 

It only took you a few seconds to come down from your height, your eyes meeting once again his deep, dark ones, your cheeks flushing and a long, distant buzz ringing in your ears. You didn’t give him time to speak: your lips collided, teeth clashing in a desperate attempt to assert dominance over each other, like it always happened every time you experienced love together. 

You both frantically took each other’s clothes off, tossing them to the ground and not even minding to close the curtains of the window. In less than a second you were atop of him, his hard shaft lining up at your wet entrance, and your lips gently grazed his, his breath hot against your skin. 

"I want to feel you come inside me…"

That was enough to make Credence throw his head back and pound into you so hard you almost screamed, not leaving you time to adjust to the full and stretched-out feeling. One of your hands gripped his shoulder hard, your nails almost scratching his skin, while the other found its way to the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling it just slightly. He stayed still for just a second, enjoying the way your silky walls clenched so comfortably around his cock, and a hand flew to your breast, cupping it gently and flicking your hardened nipple with a finger, only to cause you to whimper desperately under his velvety touch. 

You started rocking your hips against his, your movements synchronised with the way he thrusted deep and desperately in you, like his own life depended on you. You bounced your hips quicker and took him deeper with each stroke, pulling soft moans from the man who was coming undone in front of you. He was close, you could tell by the way he was clenching his eyes shut, by how still his shaft felt against your silky walls. The usually tender touch of his hands on your skin was replaced by him grabbing a handful of flesh from your thighs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned your name hoarsely, doubling down on his efforts to chase his release. 

"Yes, baby, yes! Yes, Credence!" 

You couldn’t help but scream his name when his cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside of you, sending you over the edge and pushing you into the never-ending abyss of your orgasm. You clenched around him, walls twitching and pulsing as you whispered his name into his ear between every moan. 

It didn't take long for him to do the same. He whispered your name hoarsely, his head thrown back as you milked out his seed, spurts of hot cum coating your walls as he rode out his orgasm until he was empty and you were full. You felt him twitching inside you many times, his legs almost shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. 

You were both panting, your face nuzzled into his shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand flew to your hair and started stroking it gently, earning a low groan of contentment from your tired body. He was getting soft inside of you, but you didn’t get off him; that feeling of fullness made you feel so good, so peaceful that you never wanted it to end. You were sure that, if he hadn't broken that comfortable silence between you two, you would have just fallen asleep like that. 

"You are the most wonderful thing that happened in my life…" 

It was barely a whisper, an almost inaudible praise. But it was loud enough to make your lips curve into a loving smile, your hand resting on the left side of his naked chest, just where his heart was thumping hard against his ribcage. 

"The feeling's mutual…" you replied. 

Your gaze wasn't fixed on him, but you knew he was smiling. And his smile was one of the most beautiful things you got to experience every day. 

[scriptseekstories]

Hellooooooo 👋🏽 First of all, I’m so sorry for my English, I just hope my ask makes sense! (I’m writing this after an eight-hour study session, so my brain has already shut down).

So, I saw that you are interested in writing about Harry Potter and I had this idea. 💡 What if harry has another cousin or Idk sibling someone they grew up with. someone who noticed all of these weird things (but never got an explanation) and that someone can also use magic but has no knowledge of it. Unlike Harry, they never got an acceptance letter to Hogwarts or any other school. Basically they have powerful magic with no way out so they became an Obscurus (is that how you spell it?).

So, one summer when Harry has to return to the Dursleys, his sibling or cousin ambushes him. They confront him, demanding to know what’s going on. But Harry doesn’t say anything for two reasons: one it’s against the rules and two he wants to pretty her/them (he is a platonic yan). But they know he’s hiding something, they just can feel. Emotions build up, and at some point, they completely lose control. Harry finds out they are an obscurus.

That’s like an idea I have, I hope it makes sense.

Ps. I love your writing ❤️

Magic Fingertips

Yandere Hogwarts x Obscurus! Reader

A/N: RAHHHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! HARRY POTTER HAS BEEN CONSUMING ME FOR THE PAST WEEKS AND IM GOING TO LOSE IT

It may not be Batfam but it’s something I think some would enjoy

Also fuck J.K. Rowling I’m doing things my way 😎

You would be lying if you say you loved your family. Being a Dursley meant spoiled rotten, pampered and protected by your overbearing parents. That might've sound amazing, never having to worry about being alone, broke, or hungry, yet it doesn't apply to your cousin, Harry Potter.

You were two years younger than Harry, yet you both were glued to the hip despite the disappointment of your parents and the annoyance of Dudley. You can't lie and say you hate your brother, but you simply have this connection with your poor cousin.

Whenever your family has dinner, you slip your cousin a big portion into his tiny room under the stairs. When he's permitted to roam the house, he spends all time in your room. Even on his 10th birthday, you had bought him a stuff deer.

However, there are just some things you nor Harry could explain. Growing up, there were incidents whenever you hung out with him that made you both tilt your head. And whenever it happened, Harry would be locked in his room and you wouldn’t be able to talk to him for weeks.

Things all changed when a letter came in for Harry. One sent from a place called "Hogwarts". Whatever the place was, it sent your dad into a rage, ripping up and burning the letters the more they came by.

"What do you think the letter is for?" You whispered to Harry when it was midnight, and you were sneaking some cake to him, "I don't know, but they're very persistent," He shrugged, smiling bright as he took a bite of the cake.

When a certain incident involving hundreds of letters bursting into the house you definitely knew this was completely out of the laws of nature.

When you all stayed in a different home to get away from these letters. A sudden burst from downstairs made you gasp awake, but was forced to stay upstairs in your room as your mom and dad went down.

You heard an unfamiliar voice talking, before a sudden scream from Dudley and your parents made you swing your door open and ran downstairs, only to see a broken down door, and Harry gone.

You had begged your mom and dad about where Harry was, if he was taken or ran away, but they trusted to say anything, but you knew something unnatural happened from the little pig tail on Dudley.

You cried when you moved back home, wandering where your cousin had gone. It wasn’t after months passing when he finally returned, and you never hugged someone so tightly before.

“Why did you go?” You whispered after so many questions about his whereabouts, making Harry feel awfully guilty, but simply hugged you back. Little did you know, more weird moments occurred yet no one seemed to talk about it.

You just felt so… angry. Whatever was going on, your parents dodged talking about it, Dudley was a lost cause, but Harry even refusing to talk about what was the strange events were made you even more upset.

The floating cake that fell on a man’s head you saw from the stairway, a flying car was above you for Pete’s sake! Auntie Marge floating past your window like a kite and the shape like a ball, all those your dad blatantly refused it ever happened!

Even Harry only gave you a hug before disappearing again, making you tear up in frustration. It seemed like you weren’t ever going to understand what was happening around you.

That all changed when you lifted your bed over your head when you tried to reach for your book at age 11.

You didn’t even realize before you lifted your head, realizing that your bed was floating. Right above you. And you only had seconds to react before scrambling back just as the bed fell back to the ground with a thump. Thank goodness your parents were away and Dudley was in a deep sleep.

Your first instincts was to tell somebody. To call your mom and dad, or even shout to Dudley about your sudden ability, but froze.

You had a sinking feeling that if you even mentioned this to your mom, or god forbid your dad, you’ll never see the outside again. But you needed to tell someone! Anyone-!

Harry. He must know what’s going on! You quickly scrambled up, excited to finally have a reason to talk to him!

Just as you ran downstairs you saw Harry pulling his suitcase down the hall and towards the door. You called out to him with your hands waving, smiling.

“Harry! I have to show you something!” You beamed excitedly, almost tripping over the stairs, “When I was reaching for my book, my bed-!” You began, but stopped when he let out a deep sigh.

“Sorry (Name), but I have to go somewhere again,” Harry gave an apologetic smile, ruffling your hair before gripping his suitcase tighter and closing the door behind him.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the year. It hurts to think that he was happy somewhere else. Of he was happy somewhere else, the life he had here with your family was something you could never wish on anyone.

As selfish as it was for you wanting to keep him around, you swallowed hard and accepted that he moved on, he’s finally living a happy life.

You just wished you were a part of it.

Weeks passed on where you decided to not try and use whatever ability you had. If the incidents you witness throughout the years made Harry the target of your dad’s anger, what will he do to you?

Of course he would never hurt his precious angel, but the fear lingered. They saw him as a freak, but what does that make you? They would most likely hurt him even more for “poisoning” you.

Little sparks through your fingers, you didn’t know what was happening, or why, but you pushed it all down. You suppressed these outbursts of… magic whenever you felt emotional.

It began to hurt.

All this pent of “magic” inside you felt suffocating, and you wanted it all out. But you just couldn’t, even if you muffed your screams from the slight burning pain in your body, whatever this was inside you was hurting you.

But you couldn’t stop. You wanted to not feel like a freak, not feel like something was wrong and have nobody to talk to about it. All you wanted was help, wanted your cousin, but he didn’t return after your 12th birthday.

He returned for the summer once more. and your parents were away trying to be in good graces with a family Dudley managed to become friends with their son.

This was your chance to talk to him. To finally confess this hurting feeling inside you. You needed to reach out.

And you prayed that he would reach back.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

“Harry!” You didn’t even let the boy respond before grabbing his forearm and pulling him into your room, slamming it shut as he stumbled onto your bed.

“The bloody hell, (Name)?” He spluttered out, confused as to why you were so aggressive today. Though he can’t blame you for being upset, he did avoided throughout the summer.

“There’s something going on, and I need answers,” You turned away from the door and stomped your foot. You finally had a chance to talk to Harry about these strange events without your dad breathing down your neck.

“What’s really there to talk about?” He directed, the fake confusion in his face made you clench your fists, “Like I said before, there’s nothing happening other than me finding friends to hang out with,” He got up from your bed, smiling and tried to ruffled your head again, but you stepped away.

“Don’t give me that! I literally saw Auntie Margie floating away like a balloon last summer!” You plainly pointed out, “That’s something they can’t deny it never happened! Please Harry, what is going on so I could understand?” You clutched your shirt, close to your stomach as the burning feeling came back.

Harry’s fake confusion faltered, and his smile turned into a tired expression, rubbing his face as you stared at him expectingly.

“(Name),” Harry shook his head, “I have lots on my plate to talk to you about this,” After what happened with the Triwizard Tournament… he simply cannot play with you right now.

“But listen! Something else happened that I know you will not deny!” You put your hands out, closing your eyes ti try and concentrate on just performing a little bit of this “magic” from your hands, but felt them be pushed down.

“I can’t tell you,” He sternly said, as if his words were final. Your small smile fell completely, before you took your hands away from his.

“Even if you don’t, at least listen to me instead of running away from me,” You jabbed, causing him to wince at how he would run off the chance he got to the Weasley’s instead of even saying goodbye to you.

“I don’t,” He denied, “Then talk to me for once!” You said once more, like if you plead for him over and over he will finally relent.

“No!” Harry raised his voice, “Why not?!” You shouted back, the sensation rising the more you got upset, just like always when you kept on pushing it down, forbidding it to come out unless it was for him.

“I just can’t! It’s for your own good!” Harry was getting frustrated, you know that, but you can’t wait any longer. It was hurting, and you needed to let this anger out.

“Own good?! Mom and dad forbade me to ever talk to you about where you go! Dudley amped up his bullying towards you! And the one person who I wish to see everyday disappears each school year without even telling me!” And even when Harry returns, you felt like he was slipping away.

“Please, Harry! Why can’t you at least tell me where you go so I don’t have to worry about you?” You were practically begging, sparks flowing through your hands as the room began to slowly shake.

“Because-!” He stopped mid sentence, finally taking notice of the glowing sparks around your fingers, your tears welling up in frustration, not even acknowledging the shaking of your surroundings. Clock clattering, desks and trinkets rumbling against the floor.

“Just. Tell. ME!!” You stomped your foot one last time before a sudden wave of magic hits Harry, sending him to hit his back against the wall. You took steps forward, horrified that you knocked him away, but the look in his eyes, you mistook for terror.

But his eyes were in awe, seeing that you were-… you had-… everything around you was floating, making you snap out of your funk and look around just as things fell back into place, your breathing quickened.

“You’re… magic,” Was all he managed to say in shock, before finally taking in your form. You were more than upset, you were shaking. Fingers twitching and trembling, shuddered breathing as if it was painful for you to even breathe.

Something swirled in his stomach, maybe it was guilt? Either way, Harry reached out to touch your hand, like he always did when you comforted him during his night terrors, but you flinched away as if he was a stranger.

“Maybe…? I-I don’t know,” You crossed your arms, “That’s what I wanted to tell you, had this stupid idea that maybe, just maybe, you would talk to me again,” You blinked tears away, a sinking feeling that you might sound selfish right now.

“I-I-,” How could he have been blind? What he thought was the right idea of protecting you, was the same thing your parents did to him. This wasn’t supposed to be some twisted karma because you weren’t your family. You may be a Dursley, but to him you’re a Potter too.

Merlin… you were so much than his cousin, you were his baby, even though you were 12. You risked your own comfortability just to make him feel like he wasn’t alone, but he never did the same for you the moment he left for Hogwarts.

It was his turn to comfort you.

“Forget it,” You sniffed, “Go back to whatever you live at now, it’ll be better for you there than here anyways,” Even if you’re still angry, you still wanted Harry to be safe, so if it meant being in the dark of where he goes and not telling you anything, so be it.

“(Name), wait!!” He called out as he forced his legs to stumble forward as the storm brewed stronger outside. You pulled yourself downstairs as your started to feel the burning feeling to grow even more. You didn’t want to talk to Harry anymore.

“I can deal with this myself!” A crackle from your hands had objects from the hall and portraits from the wall to shake and levitate. The boy-who-lived watched with worry, afraid that the magic you forced yourself to push down was going to do more than hurt you.

He had to save you, he has to take you away from here and never look back. Voldemort is back, and he knows well enough you’ll be a target to get to him, and you’re especially going to be vulnerable here.

He failed you once, he wasn’t going to let his baby go ever again.

“I’m sorry (Name),” You heard Harry mumble, before a bright light shined behind you. You managed to turn around to see Harry with a guilty expression, holding out what seemed to be a glowing stick, and he pointed it right at you.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

A/N: So this may also have a story, who knows? Harry Potter hyperfixation is still thriving, so more might come and slap you in the face.

And I know some you y’all only came here for Batfam, but hear me out!! I might be cooking!!

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

at this point Voldemort will think that aunt!Reader is another gang leader or whatever it is that the wizarding world considers people like Voldemort/Dumbledore/Horace who collect people and use them for tasks 😭 as Dumbledore is losing power and influence, Spinner’s End is becoming a headquarters and everyone living there is quite literally ride or die for her, they’re doing whatever is needed to take down the death eaters

she’s gonna be remembered in history by founding and leading on of the largest defensive (resistance?) groups during the second wizarding war

Crackhead idea but I just have this image in my head of Voldy sitting at the Death Eater table in Malfoy Manor all by himself with only Nagini there to keep him company. With his Death Eaters gone, Voldy has to do his own dirty work himself now and you can bet he’s getting down to the what the fuck is happening and where everybody has gone off to. Like, just imagine Voldy and Nagini in some dumbass muggle disguises hiding in a bush with some binoculars watching the Reader’s house on Spinner’s End. Just some overall cartoon antics.

Eventually it gets to a point where Voldemort is like “If you can’t beat them, join them” and pulls up to Spinner’s End, Nagini wrapped around his shoulders, with two suitcases (both decorated in snake memorabilia, one for him and one for nagini herself cause you know she’s got a closet full of little snake outfits and shit). And then you have everyone’s horrified/disgusted reactions to seeing him there. It would be so funny if Bellatrix slammed the door in his face or any of the younger Slytherins. Like they aren’t terrified of him anymore, at this point he’s more of an annoying little roach that won’t go away.

I do like the general concept of Voldemort/Tom Riddle being a yandere for Muggle!Aunt!Reader though, obscurus or not. I think the dynamic would be very interesting and pretty fucked up to some degree.

[thesimperiuscurse]

LET’S RENOVATE CHALLENGE: SUNSET VALLEY

My twist on the popular Sunset Valley remodels, in challenge form! I have always enjoyed the distinct architectural styles and thought behind the TS3 base game houses, but they definitely could be improved with a refresher for the modern times.

R U L E S

Pick a Sunset Valley house from this list. Renovate one interior or exterior space (or the entire house if you’re up for it!) sensitively with cc—while retaining as much as possible of the original charm, functional intentions, and architectural features. Post the before & afters, EA’s lot description, and your design notes! Tag some friends if you like ♡ Original post for reference.

C A P E  /  C O D

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I chose “Unabridged” to renovate, my favourite house in Sunset Valley (and Max’s house from Gen 2, for old legacy readers).

2br, 2ba / 455 Sunnyside Blvd. / 40x40 / A traditional cape style house is made modern by bridging a large custom pool. Easy living on this beach front property will make you feel like you are on vacation every day of the week.

My interpretation of the description (and floor plan) was a summer house meant for a young rich couple who love to entertain. I liked how the house was built like a classic grey-shingled Cape Cod cottage, but they did a pretty shit job at the “made modern” part, especially for the drab interior which had no relationship with the exterior. There was also a lot of wasted space due to the excessive wraparound pool and fenced decks. So, my main goals were to make the outdoor spaces practical for gatherings, align the interior with the Cape Cod style, and reconnect the home with the natural landscape.

C H A N G E  /  L O G

Extended foundations to match façade + straightened out kinky walls

Reconfigured layout to add laundry (replacing second bathroom)

Removed ugly metal railings and unfinished second “level”

Replaced steel windows with white casements

Redecorated with light neutral palette, natural timbers, accents of navy blue and brass (cape cod / mid-century farmhouse style)

Replaced front entrance bridge with landscaped timber boardwalk

Downsized asphalt carpark, changed to sand

Downsized pool, replaced with landscaping for privacy and garden space

Reshaped and layered decks to become proper garden living zones connected to the pool + beach, with timber decking, outdoor kitchen, al fresco dining, firepit, lawn, outdoor shower

Planted olive trees, almond trees, coastal grasses

T A G S

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👀... Yandere credence x reader with the reader accepting his feelings? 🤩 🤩 🤩 (may your pillow be always cold on both sides)

Yandere!Credence Barebone x GN!Reader (Accepting Darling HCs)

warning(s): yandere themes (but you knew that :3), mentions of stalking, hints of murder

(Y/n) was known around New York for being one of the kindest people you could have the pleasure of meeting.

They worked at a flower shop, and they had a perfect view of the Second Salem church. They often spent their free time watching the children that went in and out of the dingy building, wondering if the children really were satisfied by the soup that the church handed out. They offered all of the children at least one flower of their choice, knowing that it wouldn’t affect them financially in any way. They mostly watched the man that often accompanied the children, who they had learned was called Credence.

Credence seemed like a kind man, always acting gentle with the children that stopped by. (Y/n) went out of their way to take a pamphlet from him every day, and made sure to give him a flower in exchange. They would give him a different flower every day until they figured out his favorite, and from then on they would only give him the best.

Credence did not let these actions go unnoticed, and before he could even think, he had fallen for the florist. They were just so sweet and gentle, he couldn’t stay away. He would purposefully sneak off when Mary Lou didn’t force him to one of her speeches, stopping by the flower shop even if it was only for a glimpse. He watched them from afar, adoring how (Y/n) had dressed that day, or gushing over how sweet they were towards the children he helped.

Eventually, on a snowy Valentine’s Day, he found the courage to confess his feelings to them. When they embraced him, he swore he felt his heart melt. The two began to date in secret, to the dismay of the couple. They were very smitten with each other, but Credence didn’t dare risk Mary Lou finding out and forcing you two apart.

(Y/n) had found Credence when he lost control of his obscurus that night, the night he had killed Mary Lou. He was sobbing, pleading with them that he hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he had lost his control and wasn’t able to stop himself.

(Y/n) frowned, and swore to protect Credence after the incident. They loved him too much to think he would do it on purpose, so they stayed with him. Credence was caught one day stalking after them, but was surprised when (Y/n) simply smiled and asked if he could water the flowers with them.

Credence would swoon when he found out they were accepting, and even grew more confident around them. (Y/n) was happy to see their boyfriend was thriving, and praised him for being more sure of himself.

Credence will spoil them and practically worship the ground they walk on, and he can’t help if his obscurus slips out to take care of the guy hitting on them earlier.

~fin~

author’s note: credence loves his darling, and while he may seem more confident, he can’t help but let his jealous obscurus take care of anyone that messes with them <33 (i feel blessed to have the sides of my pillow cold ;w;)