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Honestly they could make it a mod and I’d absolutely pay for it.

How they swear (Hogwarts Legacy)

OR: R-rated Hogwarts Legacy

Was in a goofy mood, penned this down at 2am. I shall take no further questions at this time.

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Is the literal embodiment of small size, big (potty) mouth

She doesn’t swear a lot, but when she does, she’ll rip you a new one in an instant

“Keep my Kneazle’s name out of your fucking mouth, you certified twatwaffle” *bitchslaps*

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He practically elevates cussing to an art form in itself

“You breathe a word of this place to anyone, you precious fucking cunt, and not even your dear Professor Fig will be able to save you because I will simultaneously Evanesco your kneecaps, do you understand?”

A bonus for when he catches you in the Feldcroft tomb: “Sebastian, cease this fuckery this instant.”

Natsai Onai 🦁

For some reason she has an odd fondness of yo mama jokes ever since she learned about them

“Your mother is so fat that she needs Levioso to get around” “Your mother is so poor that house-elves give her socks” “Your mother is so ugly that a mountain troll asked to marry her” You get the gist.

You’d teach her more swear words so she’s able to spice it up a little, but honestly, most of the time you’re too busy laughing your ass off.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Thinks the f-bomb is uniquely suited to any situation, particularly when he’s on a rant again

Fucking scriptorium this, fucking dark artefact that. Sometimes you wonder if he’s ever learned to speak. fucking. English.

Honestly, you’re kind of glad it doesn’t work with spells. You know for a fact that he would go “Avada fucking Kedavra” all over the place if he could.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Beware of the Scottish queen of sass.

She’s got amazing vocal range. Really. On her bad days, it’s not uncommon to hear her yelling on the Quidditch field all the way in the castle.

Is always in the mood to offer some helpful suggestions as to where you can stick your broom.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

He has vowed to never swear again after he accidentally blurted out “cocksucker” during Astronomy, precisely when Professor Shah passed behind him. Please do not remind him of this ever again.

Anne Sallow 🐍

She doesn’t swear on a regular basis, but her condition makes it quite difficult to contain herself when she’s struck with a bout of pain again

It’s sad, of course, but you have to admit it’s kind of funny having the peaceful atmosphere in Feldcroft continuously interrupted by chants of “bitch” and “motherfucker”

Garreth Weasley 🦁

Honestly, he’s kind of tame when it comes to it. Professor Sharp tends to give him detention every time he uses profanity in class, so he’s kind of taken to uttering non-offensive words whenever one of his concoctions explodes.

“Corn nuts! Bull spit! Mother fathers! Crappity!” (And, of course, every conceivable body part of Merlin)

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Ahoy Hogwarts Legacy fans

Welcome to my little side blog for HL drabbles, HCs and short fics 🖤 I’ve decided to start this little enterprise after getting inspired by some of the other amazing blogs and content out there. I love writing and challenges, so don’t hesitate to hit me up with a request if you have an idea you'd like to see written out!

Main is @acciomorningstar, got some short fics posted over there as well.

Some ground rules for my writing:

Default characters for HCs will be Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Imelda Reyes, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. I generally prefer writing female characters, but I can also write for other characters depending on my mood, or if requested.

I'm fine writing both genders for MC/Reader! Default will be gn MC.

I’m comfortable writing smut (I’ll even beg you for it), but I won’t do anything extreme. Again, will write either gender for MC.

If you’re not sure, feel free to ask! I’m not judgmental! :)

Be nice. I do bite.

No rape, non-con, bestiality, underage, or student/professor content. If I don't feel comfortable with a prompt, I won't do it.

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Masterlist

Headcanons/reactions

MC being a Legilimens and finding out about HLC's secret feelings

Nightly Serenade

Falling asleep together headcanons (+ reactions)

How they act when they are depressed

Their sleeping positions

Drabbles (<1k)

Ominis Gaunt x Poppy Sweeting drabble

Short fics (>1k)

Lost Love (Sebastian Sallow x Jealous f!reader)

Green Fingers (Sebastian Sallow x gn!Hufflepuff MC)

Phoenix Feather (Sebastian Sallow x trans!MC)

Lost Love Pt. 2 (Ominis Gaunt x f!reader)

Craving (Amit Thakkar x gn!MC)

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Shattered

Story tags: Hogwarts Legacy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort (kinda), Poppy Sweetingxgn!MC Characters: gn!MC, Poppy Sweeting, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Amit Thakkar, Garreth Weasley, Imelda Reyes Synopsis: After MC is permanently scarred at the repository battle, they will have to adjust to a new normal – which is proving to be their most difficult challenge yet

Warnings for heavy angst, mental/physical scarring and disabilities, depression

Reread my previous angst post and got inspired, so I decided to try my hand at something heavier. It turned out longer than I expected, but I'm proud of the end product, considering I usually suck at bittersweet storytelling lol Significantly heavier than most of my previous posts on here, so tread with caution.

While relief took hold among the students of Hogwarts and things soon returned to a sense of normal after Ranrok’s attack, for some the struggle was only beginning. Poppy had attempted to find MC in the wake of the repository battle, but all she was told was that Professor Fig had perished and MC had been critically injured, having been directly transported to the infirmary once their unconscious body had been retrieved from the rubble. She wasn’t allowed to visit, so her only resort was to hassle the nurse for details whenever she was able to. Eventually, she managed to find out that MC was being sustained in a magical coma as the pain of being awake was likely to tear them apart. It wasn’t so much a matter of when they would wake up – it was whether they would ever wake up at all.

The news took its toll on MC’s entire inner circle. Sebastian and Ominis bickered less, Natty was strangely absent-minded during classes, Amit’s marks in Astronomy tanked to the point where Professor Shah constantly asked whether he’d taken ill, Garreth’s concoctions noticeably suffered from the absence of his potion companion, and even Imelda seemed more prickly than usual.

Poppy herself wasn’t faring much better. She woke up sick to her stomach every day without any news about MC, and she found that her usual pastimes weren’t doing much to keep her mind off things either.

And then, after a few agonising months and a lot of sleepless nights, news came that MC’s condition was stabilising. The nurse cautioned that they were by no means out of the woods yet, but at least they were allowed to have visitors over.

Poppy made her first visit along with Natty, who had also jumped at the opportunity to see their friend. MC was barely responsive when they stood at their bedside, and the nurse told them to get out after five minutes because they needed rest.

“All those scars… there were so many of them,” Natty said, shaking her head as they walked back through the corridors. “I cannot even begin to imagine how they will ever bear the pain if they regain consciousness.”

“They are still the same person underneath,” Poppy insisted. “You’ll see.”

She knew she was mostly talking to herself, but the alternative was simply too painful to consider. And for a while, things genuinely seemed to be improving. After a few weeks, she received news that MC was finally awake and responding, and she rushed to the infirmary so fast that people in the corridors looked at her with shocked faces and asked whether there was an emergency.

Upon arriving at the infirmary, she noticed MC’s bed had been moved to a sectioned-off corner in the back of the hall. It was for the wellbeing of the other patients, the nurse explained – MC had developed a habit of waking up screaming every night, to the point where it had become an active obstacle to the recovery of their fellow patients. As horrified as Poppy was to hear this, it was even less of a shock than the sight she was confronted with once the curtain was drawn back. Fresh scars ran up the right side of MC’s body, all the way up to their face, which looked as if it had been cut up with a knife. Purple veins stood out under the almost transparent skin near their right eye, which appeared strangely discoloured. When Poppy looked down, she noticed an unmistakable tremble in their burnt hands.

“Poppy,” MC said in a raspy whisper, “is that you?”

“Yes, my love,” she answered, having to suppress the quiver in her own voice as she gently took one of MC’s hands. “I’m here.”

MC seemed disoriented, so she had to remind them where they were and explain how they ended up here. Her heart broke when they asked where Professor Fig was – she debated internally whether she was the right person to tell them, but she didn’t want to lie to them either. When she told them the truth, MC just sat there against the pillow, their brow furrowing as they tried their best to understand. Then the tears came, and the screaming, and all of a sudden it wasn’t clear anymore whether MC was wailing out of sadness or out of pain, and Poppy ended up holding them until the nurse hastily arrived and instructed her to leave.

For all the lack of news in the last couple of weeks, there suddenly seemed to be an awful lot of it… MC was regaining strength in the parts of their body which weren’t affected by Ranrok’s magic, but it wasn’t like there were a lot of those left to begin with. Their eye wasn’t healing and at this point this likely meant they would end up losing half of their vision; the tremble in their hands persisted and they barely had any mobility left in their right arm, but the worst news she was told by MC in person. Apparently, the magic had eaten away at the nerve system in their spine, which would likely leave them all but paralysed from the waist down for the rest of their life.

“They say I’ll never be able to walk again,” MC sobbed at her through a mist of tears. “Never play Quidditch again, never again climb the hills or swim in the lake –”

Poppy simply held them as they cried. She didn’t say anything, lest her voice betrayed the tears burning in the corners of her eyes.

The inner circle and the school faculty tried their best to accommodate MC however they could. As soon as MC was allowed to leave the infirmary for short periods of time, professors accompanied them to help levitate their wheelchair up stairs so they were able to attend classes. Whenever MC was too tired to leave their bed, the professors would organise little private classes at their bedside. Sebastian and Ominis would indulge them with late-night chats about their personal experiences with living with a disability. Natty would entertain her with stories about her homeland, staying with them to ease their path into deep slumber, after which she’d watch over them. Amit made sure to supply them with notes to help them keep up with schoolwork, Garreth frequently dragged his potion kit all the way up to the infirmary to brew new concoctions next to MC’s bed (much to the chagrin of the nurse), and Imelda personally escorted MC to every Quidditch match, jinxing everyone who gave them as much as a funny look. Sometimes it would even feel as if things had truly returned to something resembling normalcy – if it wasn’t for MC freezing up at every strike of lightning or explosion in the corridors, or bursting into tears whenever someone as much as mentioned the name of Professor Fig.

In spite of everyone’s monumental efforts, no one was as devoted to taking care of MC as Poppy. She visited the infirmary and offered to push them around the castle as often as she was allowed to, and if she wasn’t she would spend her hours holed up in the library and interrogating Professors about any means to alleviate MC’s suffering. People started commenting on the bags under her eyes and she had to give up most of the free time she’d usually spend caring for beasts, but those were sacrifices she was willing to make.

Which didn’t mean that things were getting any easier. She had her own life, and juggling commitments had never been her strong suit. Moreover, the more time she spent with MC, the more often she would find herself at the receiving end of their outbursts of frustration and self-loathing. One particularly nasty fight came after she had taken Highwing out for a flight, only to suddenly remember that she’d promised to take MC out to the courtyard for some fresh air.

“I am so sorry,” she gasped as she stormed into the infirmary, cheeks flushed from exertion. “I was caring for Highwing and I lost track of time –”

MC looked up at them from their wheelchair, a cold expression on their scarred face. “Oh, don’t bother with excuses,” they said. “I’m sure your beasts need your help more than I do.”

The sneer struck her like a hot arrow to the chest, but she knew not to take it personally. “Don’t be silly,” she answered as she walked up to them. “You know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be –”

“Please,” MC scoffed. “You’re only here because you pity me. Guess that’s all I get for risking my neck for a bunch of stupid birds.”

She felt something different now, a fit of hot anger bursting its way up from her core. “How can you say all of those things? You know, I haven’t had a single proper night of sleep since they found you under that rubble, and I’ve been sacrificing everything to help you when all I get in return is anger and resentment –”

“Well, I’m so sorry to inconvenience you!” MC snapped back, their voice cracking. “Next time I run into Ranrok, I’ll just ask if he finishes the job, all right?”

“Please,” Poppy said, tears running down her cheeks, “you don’t know what you’re saying –”

“I don’t want your help!” MC shouted at her, before hunching forward in their wheelchair, crying out in pain as they clutched their sides. Poppy took an instinctive step forward, reaching out to help them, but the nurse pushed her away, telling her to leave. She did as she was told, and ended up crying herself to sleep.

They made up, eventually, as they always did. But the argument revealed an underlying truth which was slowly becoming undeniable. Poppy was pouring all of herself into MC’s well-being, to the point where she didn’t have much more left to give. She knew it, felt it, but still she toiled on, not knowing what else to do.

A few weeks after their fight, Poppy was called to the garden above the Hufflepuff common room. Upon her arrival, she saw MC sitting on a balcony, facing the lake. They had their eyes closed and the sunlight gave their face an ethereal glow, which made even the scars look less gruesome.

“Hello,” Poppy greeted them with a smile, kneeling next to them. “You look well.”

“Better than I’ve felt in a long while, that’s for certain,” MC chuckled. They extended their good hand to her and she took it, gently rubbing her thumb over their skin. MC’s expression grew sober. “Poppy, I’ve given this a great deal of thought. The lengths you all have gone to these past few months to accommodate me – I… I will be forever indebted to you all, and to you especially. You’ve given meaning to every minute of my life since I met you, even if it was at your own expense… I would never have dreamed of anyone ever doing that.”

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” Poppy answered. “You… you have touched so many lives around you, MC… if only you could see that the way I do –”

MC smiled. “I know. But I can’t allow you to keep throwing away all of that because of me. That’s why I’ve made the decision to leave.”

“Leave?” Poppy asked, feeling her heart stop. “But… to where?”

“To a place where I’ll be able to live in peace. I know telling you this would hurt, but I can’t keep going like this, Poppy, not with everyone looking at me with pity in their eyes and feeling like a burden to every person I care about,”

“But you’re not,” Poppy insisted, tears welling up in her eyes, “you can’t give up now, there’s so many things we still haven’t tried –”

“Poppy, listen,” MC said, and they winced as they brought their hand up to cup her cheek. “You’re so much stronger than you think. You’ve escaped from a terrible existence and built up an entirely new life for yourself. There’s so much you’re still going to achieve, you can’t let all of that go to waste just for me,”

“But that choice isn’t yours alone to make. You don’t deserve any of this –”

“Maybe not. Bad things happen to good people, you of all people should know that. But this is the only thing I’m able to do to repay you for all you’ve done, and it might very well be the last choice I’ll ever be able to make – so please, let me make it.”

Poppy finally broke out sobbing, leaning against MC’s shoulder as the tears flowed freely. MC gently stroked her hair, feeling something moist running down their own cheek.

“I-I’ll never forget you,” she sniffled, her voice barely above a whisper.

MC planted a kiss on top of their head. “Never.”

And so, life went on. MC left Hogwarts, and after a while they even disappeared from daily conversations as people found new things to laugh and worry about. Poppy found it hard to pick her life back up at first, often still ending up at the infirmary with the intention to ask about MC or visiting Professor Weasley for counsel. She didn’t get back into her shell as far as friends were concerned, however. MC wouldn’t have wanted her to, and she was determined to do right by their memory.

Eventually, she was able to move on – though she would never forget the day that one new fifth-year came to Hogwarts and changed her life, for the better.

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Scarred (Poppy Sweeting x MC angst)

Was in the mood to write some angst, so here’s some angst. After the final battle, MC is struggling with survivor’s guilt, and Poppy is there to console them.

Poppy knew pain.

Having borne the scars of her poacher upbringing for most of her young life, she knew what it was like to live in shame of herself, to feel like nothing but a burden on the shoulders of people whose respect she didn’t deserve. It had taken her a long time to learn to love herself again, though she would never forget the memory of searing guilt and self-loathing.

Which was why the sight of the love of her life being consumed by it broke her heart into a thousand pieces.

MC had never really discussed what happened after they had gone down to the last repository with Professor Fig, but she knew for a fact that a different person had emerged after. The little sparks in their eyes had been extinguished, leaving cold emptiness in their place. They would still flash her a smile every once in a while, but it always looked broken, nothing like the mischievous grin she’d fallen in love with.

The nightmares were the worst. MC would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and bathing in cold sweat as their hands frantically searched for the little frame of their Hufflepuff beside them. Most of the time they wouldn’t calm down until Poppy had wrapped her arms tightly around them and the familiar scent of her hair had brought them back to the world of the living, soothing words in their ear assuring them that they were safe and nothing could hurt them now. They would always apologise for waking her up after, but she didn’t want to hear a word about it.

Though, if she were honest, seeing MC struggle in physical ways weighed the heaviest on her mind. Maybe it was a loss of confidence in themselves on account of their failure to save Professor Fig, or maybe it had been the overexertion to contain the ancient magic (or perhaps both), but the events seemed to have drained MC of most of their magic, leaving them incapable of even performing the simplest of spells. Obviously, this only led them to become more irritate and hot-tempered. They would quickly grow impatient with themselves and although they did their best to maintain their composure when Poppy was around, she just knew they were secretly blaming and chastising themselves, and it left her feeling horrified.

One day, she decided to take MC out to the beast pens in a good-hearted attempt to cheer them up. For a short while, MC genuinely seemed rejuvenated, even letting slip a smile as they petted the Mooncalves and cuddled with the Nifflers. Perhaps it was just that small glimpse of old MC that gave Poppy a false sense of hope and left her briefly off guard when she left them alone to grab some new food pellets – but then she returned to a heartbreaking sight.

MC’s brow was furrowed in a pained expression, their cheeks flushed from exertion as they fixated on a brush laying still on the table. They were clutching their wand with both hands, knuckles white from the pressure. Poppy walked up to them and softly took their trembling hands in her own. “Please, stop that – you’re just straining yourself.”

MC lowered their wand with a deep, shivering sigh. “It’s hopeless. What good am I when I can’t even do a simple levitation spell?”

“It will come back to you, eventually.” Poppy assured them, slowly rubbing their palms with her thumbs. “You just need to give it time.”

“Stop trying to console me.” MC’s voice broke; at that moment she wanted nothing more than to somehow reach inside of them and take away all the pain, all the guilt that gnawed at their pure heart. “He… he died because of me, Poppy. I f-failed him, just as I am failing y-you now.”

She moved her hands up and gently cupped their tear-streaked cheeks. “But you haven’t failed me. You were there for me when no one else was. You protected me when I needed it the most. And when all those lives at Hogwarts were in danger, you never hesitated for a moment to risk your own to protect them. MC, you’re easily the bravest soul I know.”

She put a finger to their chin and lifted it; behind a mist of tears, MC’s pained eyes looked into hers. “You’ve more than proven yourself to be a hero,” she said. “Now, allow me to take care of you.”

It was barely visible, but then there it was; the tiniest of nods, a simple sign of trust. Poppy wiped the tears from the corners of MC’s eyes. Their path to healing would be long, and painful – though she would be there to help them, walking by their side every step of the way.

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I won't lie, I didn't try hard enough...

Aena's uncle, known in narrow circles as a card sharper, when the girl was born it was a matter of time when he would teach her how to skillfully beat people in this or that game. Not being a genius or at least an ordinary honors student (up to the 7th year, until she decided to become the head of the faculty), Aena from time to time manages to beat every student in the school, not forgetting to incite him to make bets. This is very comical, given that Cowell is considered a model student with an excellent reputation.

p.s. Maybe luck is always on her side in the game, but this did not stop one Gryffindor girl from breaking Aena's nose for taking money from the poor and the little ones.

p.p.s. Aena does not regret anything, she believes that they themselves are to blame, because they themselves sat down to play with her. others mc: @crowlipso @queen-of-stoneharts @monday-morningstar @akaisenhatake @ceres-zephyr @tiny-chiro @faustinio27 @cuffmeinblack @remus-levioso @khaisol @thecoolestmango @kirke-is-my-name @foksa-fristailer I'm sorry if I didn't tag someone, I'm not very attentive… And thank you for sharing your MCs with me!!!

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I’m volunteering Monday 💚 Would love for the velvet school robe to be used but honestly I’d already be over the moon if she would be lucky enough to be drawn 🥺

I literally lacked 2-3 more characters for art :С Please share your MC!! The lucky ones will get into the picture of fame :'DD

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Drunk love confession (Poppy Sweeting x Reader)

Found myself in a silly mood during my break and decided to write this out on a whim. Enjoy <3

Poppy didn’t need to smell the Firewhisky on your breath to know that you were absolutely mullered. You were swaying on your feet, smiling at her with a stupid grin on your face as you pointed at her. “Pop-py!”

“Merlin’s Beard, have you been swimming in that stuff?” she muttered under her breath as she ushered you out of the Three Broomsticks. She was glad to have caught wind of your little get-together in time, lest you would have become the subject of even greater embarrassment.

“I’m so glad you came, ya know,” you slurred to her, nearly hanging onto the small Hufflepuff with all of your weight. “I have a really important confession to make –”

“I’m sure you do. Why don’t you tell me all about it when we’re back at the castle?” she asked kindly. Even when you were stupidly drunk, she still couldn’t bring herself to be mad at you. If anything, it was even a little endearing.

“No,” you said stubbornly, “I need to tell you now. I think you’re really pretty, Poppy.”

She slowed her step a bit, though she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “My, you’ve suddenly become quite the charmer, haven’t you?”

You made some frustrated noises before trying to stand up, nearly causing both of you to trip. “You’re not listening. The reason why I always forget my brush in Beasts Class is because I like the way your hand touches mine when you give me yours. It makes me feel happy.”

By now Poppy realised it wasn’t just the whisky making you say these things and she could feel her cheeks starting to burn. This couldn’t really be how you felt about her, right? You’ve always been just friends, content with each other’s company, but nothing more than that…

You hummed to yourself, clearly oblivious to what you were actually saying. “It’s so weird you haven’t noticed. During class I’m always looking when you’re not looking, you know. And then I think about you, and I wonder if I should tell you…”

“T-tell me what?” she asked, the words passing through her dry lips. She knew what you would say, but she still wanted to hear it.

You turned to look at her with a frown, as if you couldn’t believe that she couldn’t figure it out. “That I fancy you, pretty Poppy.”

Poppy could feel her head starting to spin. She’d always harboured similar feelings for you, but she’d forced herself to push them away, too afraid of the potential ramifications for your friendship. To now hear you outright confess your love to her gave her a sense of euphoria unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

“Y/N –” she said, but at that point your head slumped on her shoulder, a light snoring coming from your mouth. She chuckled to herself, gently lowering you to the ground. For now it would probably be best to let you sleep it off. Hopefully, by the next morning, you wouldn’t be too hung-over to remember what you’d said.

And if you were? Well – she could think of one or two ways to remind you.

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Naming a Hippogriff (Poppy Sweeting x Reader fluff)

I received a request, and obviously I would never pass up the opportunity to shamelessly indulge myself and my chronic need for Poppy fluff – so here we are… the story of you and Poppy becoming godparents

My heart <3

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Poppy yelled excitedly, turning around on her heels to wave at you. “We’re nearly there!”

Far too proud to admit that you were terribly out of shape, but not quite able to muster the breath for a reply either, you simply gestured at the bouncy Hufflepuff. “We… could have just… taken the brooms… you know?” you managed to wheeze whilst dragging yourself up the stone steps.

Poppy chuckled. “But it’s such a lovely day for a stroll! Just what I needed after double History of Magic. Now, come on, it shouldn’t be much further!”

In spite of your sides hurting like someone had punctured them with giant needles, you couldn’t help but smile at Poppy’s enthusiasm. It always made you happy to see her come out of her shell, even if it did come at the cost of your kidneys. Still, you supposed it was at least safer than sneaking into a dragon den or one of the other countless deadly undertakings that were her usual idea of fun.

The two of you trekked further up the mountain, only occasionally stopping to allow you to catch your breath, much to her amusement. Rather than laughing at you, she tried her best to keep you on your feet with juice and her gran’s homemade cookies. As the two of you climbed higher, however, you started to notice a hint of nerves creeping into her upbeat voice, leading you to muster all your efforts to catch up with her and tap her arm. “Are you all right, Poppy?”

“I really couldn’t be better,” she said sincerely, looking up at you. “It’s just that… well, you should see for yourself. I would hate to spoil the surprise.”

“This ‘surprise’ of yours… it doesn’t breathe fire or have any venomous stingers by any chance, does it?” you asked, and she laughed at the face you pulled. “No, not at all! It’s absolutely the most wonderful thing… but I can’t tell you yet. Come on, we’re almost there.”

You nodded and accepted the hand she offered to you. After a few more arduous steps you finally reached the top, and the two of you stopped for a moment to take in the incredible view of the valley. Far away, you could see the reflection of Hogwarts castle in the lake.

Poppy tugged at your hand and when you turned around you noticed some sort of opening in the rock wall. Taking you by the hand once more, she led you into what turned out to be a large cavern. Vines hung down from the walls, like natural green curtains, and rays of light fell down through the large hole in the ceiling, illuminating a round patch of moss in the middle of the space. You noticed it almost resembled some kind of throne, upon which sat a majestic snow white creature you instantly recognised.

“Hello Highwing!” Poppy greeted her feathery friend, and the Hippogriff squawked when she saw you. You both bowed, and approached her once she had returned the gesture. However, Poppy stopped you before you could get too close. “What’s the matter?” you asked curiously.

“Hush,” the Hufflepuff said, barely able to contain her excitement. Before you could ask her what was going on, Highwing shifted and raised her left wing. Underneath sat some odd-looking disheveled grey bundle of feathers. At least, that’s what you thought it was, until it suddenly made a sound and unfurled two tiny wings, a small bird-like head perking up to look at you.

No longer able to hold in your surprise, you gasped: “Is… is that –”

“An infant Hippogriff,” Poppy confirmed, smiling up at you. She was positively beaming with pride, so much so that you almost expected her to start radiating light. “I told you she’d taken a liking to Caligo, you remember, that black Hippogriff we rescued from poachers a while ago. I went to visit them last week and well… that’s when I discovered this little one.”

The infant emitted the most adorable little squawk you’d ever heard and tried to stand up on its hind legs, but almost immediately fell over. Highwing croaked disapprovingly and nudged her with her beak, causing Poppy and you to laugh.

“Would you… like to pet her?” she asked.

“Are you sure?” you eyed the Hippogriff nervously. “I mean… would she allow it?”

“I’m sure she won’t mind. She trusts you, after all.” Without any hint of hesitation, she grabbed your hand again, clutching it tightly. “Come on, we’ll approach her together.”

You swallowed but nodded, allowing Poppy to guide you toward the nest. Highwing kept a close eye on you and clicked her beak just a few times too many for comfort, but she didn’t protest when you both kneeled down and stretched your hands out towards the infant. You felt a deep breath leaving your chest once you touched its feathers, and Poppy smiled. “Isn’t she the most beautiful thing in the world?”

“She’s certainly remarkable,” you answered, deciding not to comment on the fact that the thing bore a striking resemblance to an exploded pillow. “So… how can you even tell it’s a ‘she’?”

“Well, the hind half is the most obvious indication, of course – the females typically have a smaller back than the male ones. But you can also tell from her wingspan, which is far larger than the male species’ –”

“Oh, yeah, of course…”

Poppy smirked at you. “Never paid much attention to professor Howin in class, have you?”

“Well, in fairness, I do consider you to be more of an expert on the matter of Hippogriffs than she is –”

Highwing squawked, as if to signal her endorsement.

“– see, even Highwing agrees.”

Poppy laughed. It was a bright, cheerful laughter that filled the entirety of the cave, and made you smile as well. You brushed the infant’s feathers for a few more minutes before turning back to the Hufflepuff. “Have you come up with a name for her yet?”

Poppy suddenly blushed a little, tucking her hair behind her ear like she always did when she got nervous. “I… I haven’t actually. See, I thought maybe you would like to come up with one together…”

You went quiet for a second. You knew Poppy well enough to understand that she just extended to you her practical equivalent of a love confession, and it made you feel a little flustered as well.

“I-If you want to, of course,” she added quickly.

“Oh, y-yes, absolutely,” you responded, hoping you weren’t blushing too heavily. “Well, did you have any ideas?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “I’m afraid Highwing’s standards are rather… well, high.”

You suddenly became aware of the Hippogriff giving you a rather appraising look, which didn’t really do much to calm your nerves. You went quiet for a while, trying to think of any fitting names. Every once in a while Poppy and you would lock gazes and you would quickly look down again, too anxious to say anything.

Eventually, you drew a deep breath and said: “How about this… you’ve noticed the colour of her wings, right? Deep grey, like an oncoming storm… so how about… Stormfeather?”

Highwing croaked approvingly.

“I think she approves,” Poppy smiled, petting the infant behind her ears. “How about you, little one? What do you think of Stormfeather?”

The infant emitted an excited squawk and suddenly sprung up, knocking you both off your feet. You laughed as you sat up and watched Stormfeather prance around you, eventually stopping to affectionately nudge you with her beak. You spent some more time petting her before she was called back by the larger Hippogriff, giving you a chance to stand up.

“You do know what this means, right?” you asked as you watched the wholesome display. “You’re practically a godparent now.”

You noticed her face turning a heavy shade of red, but the smile underneath was unmistakable. You were so fixated on it that you could barely feel her small hand slip into yours.

“I think we are,” she replied.

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Slytherin Vibes 🐍

They absolutely share one brain cell

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They’re girlfriends

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Overprotective gf strolling up to shut up anyone bullying her precious smoll hufflepuff with one look ~1890s, colorized

and I’m here for it <3

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First Kiss (Poppy Sweeting x Reader)

I DID IT AGAIN!

This one was inspired by this particular post from the amazing @lotterpotter. Honestly, the image of Poppy standing on her tippy toes to kiss you was what did it for me <3

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

Poppy would often think about you.

It wasn’t really hard to see why, of course; in many ways you were the best thing that ever happened to her. Before she met you, she would have never even dared to think of herself as brave – and the truth was that she often still didn’t. Sure, she stood up to poachers and others who meant harm to magical creatures, but dealing with the challenges of social life at a wizarding school was a different ballgame entirely. It was why she would mostly stay quiet when a teacher posed a question to the class; why she preferred the company of Puffskeins and Nifflers over that of her classmates. Obscurity had always been more of a second home than anything to the timid Hufflepuff.

Not so much with you. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, but she knew something was different about you from the moment you defended her during your first Beasts class together. While talking to others would quickly cause her to stumble over her words and lose her train of thought, talking to you felt as natural as breathing. She never felt scared to be open with you, to be her full dorky self, ranting about the mating habits of Mooncalves and the best way to feed Bowtruckles and other beast trivia that was always sure to get a chuckle out of you. In fact, sometimes she would go the extra mile trying to make you laugh as she enjoyed the warm fuzzy glow it would cause in her stomach. She would feel it every time you smiled at her, or paid her a compliment, or laughed at the way she cavorted around in the Diricawl pen trying to catch one of the darned things. It gave her this otherworldly sense of strength – almost a kind of mystical magic in itself – as if there was nothing to be afraid about and she could achieve anything she set her mind to.

Poppy would sometimes surprise herself with how bold she dared to be with you around… like that time you first held hands. You were walking back to the castle after Beasts class and without any plans or warning she suddenly felt her soft palm meeting yours, fingers tenderly locking in a tight embrace. She had looked up to you with glowing cheeks, wondering if she had crossed a line, wondering what you would say – but you merely smiled down on her while squeezing her small hand. Again, she would feel butterflies in her stomach, the soft warmth spreading inside her like a warm glass of butterbeer.

Naturally, Poppy wanted more. She may have had little experience in the whole relationship department, but it wasn’t like she was completely oblivious to all the signs, and the sight of the couples being affectionate with each other in the corridors often left her with a sting of jealously she wasn’t quite familiar with.

The only issue was that you had not made a single effort to make a move yet. She had some idea as to why; after all, it wasn’t like you weren’t actively finding excuses to spend time with her all the time, or wouldn’t sometimes walk her to class to scare away any malevolent classmates with funny ideas. It was not like you weren’t interested in her, but you obviously respected her enough to give her the chance to make the first move. She did appreciate the chivalry, if only the pressure wasn’t so utterly terrifying. It obviously couldn’t happen with people around, and yet in the moments you spent alone together she could barely bring herself to look you in the eye for too long, much less kiss you.

Which didn’t mean she wasn’t often fantasising about it. Sometimes she would picture it in her mind, lying in bed while staring up to the yellow curtains; what your lips would taste like, what it would be like to kiss you in the pale moonlight, or over a pretty flower patch in the Forbidden Forest. This in turn would often only make her feel worse, of course. She knew for a fact that any first kiss she would ever give you – meaning, in the unlikely scenario that she would ever find the courage – was almost sure to be a big disappointment.

To distract her thoughts, she decided to go out on a warm spring day to help professor Howin with the beasts, but when she arrived at the pens she found a surprise waiting for her. You rose up from your spot at one of the troughs to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smiling when you saw her.

“H-hello,” Poppy greeted timidly, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here –”

You gestured to the wooden hut. “I had some free time and I figured professor Howin could use some help with the Kneazles. Maybe you could lend a hand now that you’re here? They tend to get a bit jumpy when I approach them alone.”

Poppy nodded, instantly reverting to her usual professional attitude when it came to beasts. In fact, chasing after magical cats with you seemed to be just the distraction she needed, as within moments you were both covered in dirt and laughing at each other’s disheveled looks.

“You look pretty even with that brown stripe on your nose,” you teased.

“Oh, shut up you,” she mumbled, her cheeks visibly reddening under the thin layer of dust as she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

And just as you walked over to one of the Kneazles armed with a brush, she knew what needed to be done. She hurried over to you, causing you to stop in your tracks with a surprised expression on your face. You were significantly taller than her, so she had to stand on her toes to reach your face and press her lips to yours. When she did, time seemed to stop. She felt both excited and petrified; electric currents were running through every fibre of her body, and she had absolutely no clue what to do with her hands. But she had made the leap, and you were there to catch her. You gently cupped her cheek with one hand, thumb leaving a trace of dirt as it brushed over her cheekbone, and held her hand with your other, squeezing it tightly to encourage it to stop shaking. Endless minutes seemed to pass and when you finally pulled apart, she just looked at you, face burning as she tried to string together a coherent sentence, to find the words to describe her feelings. Her attempt was somewhat complicated by the loud purring of one of the Kneazles which was brushing against her leg.

You just laughed, and kissed her again.

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Yule Ball (Poppy Sweeting x Slytherin Reader)

I have been meaning to indulge my PoppyxReader Slytherpuff urges for a while now and the amazing blog by @lotterpotter basically gave me just the creative spark I needed <3

So without further ado, here’s Poppy Sweeting and Slytherin Reader at the Yule Ball, inspired by a post by @lotterpotter

“Do you know who I saw this morning?” Poppy overheard a Ravenclaw whispering when she was busy taking notes during a particularly long monologue from professor Hecat. “F/N L/N – carrying a rose.”

“L/N?” the Ravenclaw’s classmate asked, sounding surprised. “Why, I knew they were Slytherin royalty, but I didn’t suspect there’d be someone mad enough to actually ask them out –”

“Clearly they must be of high standing. I wonder who it could be…”

Poppy made sure to keep her head down when the Ravenclaw turned around so as not to give away the downcast expression on her face. Of course she had not expected anyone to ask her to the yule ball, but that didn’t quite explain the hollow feeling in her stomach. Maybe it was because she had allowed herself a silly shimmer of hope. She knew that you liked to spend time with her outside of classes, but obviously that was just because of the beasts. And there had been this one time where you had confided in her how you hated all the attention you got, grumbling that it was only because of your family – though obviously Poppy had been stupid enough to interpret that as meaning that you were actually more interested in her. It seemed such an embarrassing thought now: that there was really ever any possibility that Slytherin’s most sought-after student would really ask her, Peculiar Poppy, to a school dance. The rose obviously only confirmed what she had known deep down all along.

She didn’t talk much to others that day, preferring the company of the Puffskeins and Kneazles in professor Howin’s pen to that of her excited classmates. After her last class, however, she made the mistake of bumping into a group of other fifth-years when she had been contemplating how to occupy herself on the evening of the ball. One of them turned around at her with a mocking grin on his face. “Hey, Peculiar Poppy, we were just talking about you! So, tell us, will your date have fur or scales?”

They all burst out in howling laughter as Poppy felt her face flushing red. She tried to think of a clever retort, realised she was lost for words and tried to force a way through, but they cornered her without much effort. Just as she started to panic, someone in the back cleared their throat, causing the group to hurriedly split apart with uneasy expressions on their faces.

“I would like to speak to Poppy alone,” you said coldly, staring daggers at every single one of them. “Are you going to clear out or would you rather prefer I demonstrate my new jinx on one of you?”

Evidently no one was particularly eager to become a test subject, so they quickly picked up their bags and dispersed, leaving the two of you to stare at each other. Poppy noticed how you were holding a hand behind your back and guessed you had come to tell her about your date. In hindsight, maybe she would have preferred to endure the taunting instead.

“So, eh…” she began, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice, “t-thank you. I suppose you wanted to plan our next visit to Highwing?”

She was somewhat surprised to notice that you didn’t answer directly, and even more to notice that your cheeks were red; she was almost positive she had never seen you blush. “Actually,” you murmured, “I was meaning to ask you about… something else.”

You took a deep breath, drew your hand from behind your back, and before Poppy could register what was happening she suddenly found herself with a beautiful black rose held out to her. “I was wondering… if you would possibly consider… going to the dance with me.”

The Hufflepuff stood there completely frozen for quite some time, causing you to start fidgeting and mutter something about not being good at this. Then, she suddenly screeched and took the rose from you, bouncing on her feet. Your face broke open in a relieved smile and you asked: “So… I suppose that is a yes?”

There was really no spell or potion capable of helping Poppy find the words to describe the feeling washing over her in that moment, and so she just threw her arms around you to pull you into a hug, nearly knocking you off your feet.

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Poppy quickly came down from the high she had been riding that day to transfigure into a complete ball of nerves the week before the ball. All of a sudden everyone in the corridors seemed to be staring at her and they probably were. Worst of all, she was perfectly aware she would likely be the centre of attention at the ball as well, which made her feel even more anxious. She was absolutely terrified she would become tongue-tied again or forget her moves and freeze up on the dance floor or do something else to ruin your big night. After her acceptation, you made every effort to reassure her, randomly dropping in after classes to check on her and bark at anyone who dared to give her as much as a funny look. You sweetly enlisted Natty to seek out a dress with her instead of going yourself, giving the Hufflepuff a chance to vent her anxiety, though by the start of the big night she was still thinking about making up some excuse to stay in the common room.

Eventually she managed to talk some sense into herself – could it really be worse than taking care of a hippogriff with a cold? – and headed up the stairs where you had agreed to meet. As soon as she saw you, she instantly realised it would be infinitely worse than taking care of an ill hippogriff. You had made an sincere effort to dress modestly, but your stately aura almost automatically caused the entire room to gravitate towards you. Still, you ignored all the looks around you with your usual air of disinterest. In fact, the only one you had eyes for was the Hufflepuff coming up the stairs.

“You look stunning,” you remarked, your eyes drifting to the black rose Poppy had put in her hair.

“Y-you look very pretty as well,” she could only reply, desperately trying to figure out where to look or put her hands. Taking notice, you offered your arm for her to take. “Shall we go, then?”

Poppy nodded, admittedly feeling slightly better with you by her side, but not much. The Great Hall had been transformed into a gorgeous ballroom, with white trees lining the walls and snow flowing down from the enchanted ceiling. It all seemed right out of one of the princess stories Poppy used to read when she was younger. It was a shame she felt anything but a princess right now, even with all the looks and hushed whispers coming from the crowd when the two of you entered the room. She looked up to catch a glimpse of you flashing a comforting smile at her. Were they already starting to regret asking me out? she wondered. Surely by now it must have gotten through to them that they could have so much better?

You met up with Natty – who almost seemed the complete opposite of Poppy in how excited she was – to have a brief chat and then took your place with the other couples as you waited for the music to start. Just as she was trying to focus on her breathing, Poppy suddenly felt her hand being squeezed tightly and looked up to notice a nervous expression on your face.

“I think it’s time I made a confession,” you whispered to her, “I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Wha –” Poppy replied with an open mouth, “Really?”

You nodded earnestly. “I… I was hoping you could guide me. You can do that, can’t you?”

She was momentarily lost for words: of course she had been practicing every day since accepting the invitation, but that didn’t mean she was in any way ready to take the lead. Still, it didn’t look like she had much choice. So when the music kicked in, she took a deep breath and led you on the dance floor, whispering to you to follow her lead.

It quickly turned out you had not been exaggerating. You were more clumsy than a mooncalf, constantly stumbling, tripping over your feet and forgetting the steps to each song. Fortunately Poppy was there to help, carrying the two of you with a grace she didn’t even know she was capable of. She gently led you through every song, completely focused on your joint rhythm. Every now and then you would lock eyes and the Hufflepuff could feel her cheeks reddening – but not because of embarrassment. In fact, by the sixth song she had completely forgotten to be nervous and was even insisting you join Natty and Sebastian for a group dance, getting so excited that she tripped and suddenly found herself in your arms as you smiled down at her with a cheeky grin.

After a while, she decided to confront you as you were taking a break to down some punch. “Say,” she said, tracing the rim of her glass with a finger, “you actually aren’t so terrible at dancing as you pretended to be, are you?”

“I suppose having an excellent teacher made a big difference,” you answered nonchalantly, barely making an effort to hide the joy in your voice.

Poppy smiled at you. “You can be really sweet sometimes, you know that?”

And before you could react, the Hufflepuff had already veered up to extend her hand. “May I have this next dance, my dear?”