#Godrick x reader

[wxnheart]

𝐅*𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Morgott - This is really the gist of your dynamic. You've fucked around so many times that Morgott was bound to snap. And snap he did. Time to find out, Tarnished. Next thing you know, you found yourself on the ground, looking up at the Omen's enraged face. And his angry, leaking dick. Oh. Oh. Need a little help there, Morgott? Guess he did, what with the way you're practically loving on it.

Mohg - You thought you were cute trying to fuck around but Mohg showed you he was cuter by making you find out. Too bad it comes with a side of orgasm denial and making you ride him ceaselessly as he reclines on his throne. Hah. Thought you did something there, didn't you?

Godrick - Fuck you, Godrick, okay? Just... fuck you. You don't know who's worse, you or him, but what you do know is that you tried him one too many times to the point that his multiple arms and hands practically rip your clothes off you and make you scream and beg for more. Bonus points for Godrick making you suck on two of his fingers to 'shut you up'. Not for long, you spineless bastard.

Godfrey - Um... lmao. Why would you even try him, love? He's a grappler at his core and you don't even try to wrestle yourself out of his grip. Your entire being goes slack when feel the telltale signs of his arousal press against you and by the Erdtree. No wonder Marika liked him so much...

Radahn - Well, you don't even finish fucking around before he has you suspended in the air, his tongue and fingers doing stuff to your body that you never thought possible. He told you he'd have you screaming his name. Don't know why you didn't believe him.

Radagon - He's soft-spoken as always. But there's an edge to his voice that makes you shudder, doubly so as he thrusts into you brutally. Ferally. The walls of your bedchamber reverberate with the sounds of his name. And all who has ears to hear knows Radagon has claimed his prize.

Varré - Varré is an ass so why not bother him? And so you do. And his response is to... not fuck you. Because that's what you weren't expecting. And so it turns into a game of cat-and-mouse and you're more than 1000% sure you two are going to hatefuck in the near near NEAR future.

Patches - In this scenario, it's the reverse. He fucks around because he wants to find out. He wants YOU to fuck HIM. He's glad you got the hint (finally) but did your epiphany have to happen while you're fucking him silly?

Godwyn - He's an adorable golden retriever that you never really took seriously until he fucking snapped. You didn't think the man was capable of fucking you senseless, did you? You were very pleased. And very satisfied. You also reveled in the love bites he blessed you with. And poor Godwyn is so flustered but you can't help but love the way his blush deepens when you flash him a lecherous grin. You'll have to do this often.

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - Godrick The Grafted NSFW

loser fuckers come here pspspspsps

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he probably isn't much for aftercare, but he will stroke your hair and tell you you are his and only his, its the small amount of affection he feels like offering you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): ........honestly the jokes write themselves in this, i am so sorry

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): probably has a breeding kink, he’d growl lowly in your ear about making you his proper consort and you giving him an heir whether your body can give him one or not, he still tries and fantasises about it and who knows if you can’t have children yourself he might find a way to help you with that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): the fact he likes to be praised, its something he is ashamed of, why would he need the words of someone so beneath him , to feel good, its absurd

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): with how hated he was i don’t think he has a lot of experience so he ends up being very eager and having a lot of pent up tension, every moan you make is music to his ears and a stroke to his ego, he doesn’t need experience when he is as great as he is

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he doesn’t have a specific one in mind, ends up manhandling you around and switching up between several positions 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he would probably think you mock him, he’d wrap his hand around your throat and ask you what exactly you think is so funny 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): probably hairless at this point with all that grafting

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he isn’t much for romance but he does shower you with gifts, cloaks and jewelry ,some bloody some still warm from the bodies he has taken, but he tries

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i think he would probably enjoy being watched, showing you exactly how he likes to be pleasured so you can do the same

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praising, dirty talking, choking, size kink etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): shameless, if he wants to have you somewhere he will have you, let everyone watch and hear for all he cares

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): it doesn’t get much to rile him up, usually some praise does the trick with him, he’ll have you pinned on a wall and kissing you with no shame about who might see you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there isn’t a lot he wouldn’t try especially in the beginning

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves having you on your knees, him on his throne, in his rightful place and you servicing him, his hands guiding your mouth over him and he is surprisingly soft in these moments, being gentle even as he uses your mouth, letting you set most of the pace, only speaking praise when you are like that

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): rough and almost desperate, he holds onto you and moves you against him like a doll, chasing both of your orgasms

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, it will stroke his ego that you want him so much that you seek him out ,but he is busy and wants to take his time ravishing you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): definitely has a thing for pushing boundaries, encouraging you to try out new things that come to him in a whim in the throes of pleasure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up energy , he wants you limping and sore after you two are done

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): probably doesn’t really get the point, you have him what else would you need, he gets petulant like a child

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a fan of teasing, doesn’t have the patience for it, but he does like degrading you 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he probably talks a lot , praises you and degrades you all in the same breath

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being slightly into body worship surprisingly, he’ll have you laid out and trace his hands all over your body slowly and methodically messaging his fingers deep in your flesh his eyes appraising you closely

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i think he is big, however if thats his actual cock or not, is up for you to decide

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): when he has a partner his sex drive is high, almost making up for the time he hasn’t had someone to please him

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he needs you to hold him  so he can fall asleep, his head on your lap playing with his hair and stuff

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

Giving Godrick a hand kiss as a goodbye while about to head out and he demands all of his hands be kissed and it takes like 4 whole minutes while he sits back smugly.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

C D F K for Godrick!

C for Cuddling How do they cuddle after sex?

It's like being in a cuddle pile.

D for Dirty How do they dirty talk? What do they say?

By telling you how pathetic you are and you'll never compare to the Lard Lord of All That Is Golden. He's big on insults.

F for Favorite What do they find sexiest about their partner?

Your rebellious nature. Your ability to match his energy. When he goes low, you go to Hell. When he goes to Hell, you go to the 9th Circle. lmao

K for Kink What’s their secret kink?

Humiliation.

[emmie-tt]

Can you write a harry potter x reader where the reader is harry gf and she got kidnapped into the malfoy Manor (in dh) and when Harry, Ron and hermione got captured there too, he finds her and he take her back to fleur and Bill cottage and he takes care of her because she got injured really bad while being there? <3 (also her having a lot of scars/marks and being insecure about them but harry will kiss them all and tell her they are perfect) and one night when she finally Trys to leave the bed (because her legs are really shaky) they go out and stay in front of the sea and they talk about their future? Sorry this is long hope you can make it <3

My Protector

Harry Potter x Reader

CW: Angst (Kinda) , Mental Problems, Mentions of blood and wounds, Mentions of Scars, Female Reader

How did you get here...As you lay on the cold hard ground of the Malfoy Manor your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. You had always been the quiet kid. Never causing drama. Never getting involved in drama. Never acting out. Hardly ever going to parties unless Harry had went with you.

Speaking of. Harry had been frantically searching for you, the moment he realized you were missing it felt like hi whole world stopped.

You didn't know that though. Not yet at least.

The lightheaded feeling began a few minutes ago. Whether it was from blood loss or dehydration was also unknown. You did know that it had been three days since you've had water and you also knew that gash in your forehead had been left unattended for quite a few hours so whichever was causing the lightheaded feeling was anyone's guess.

You heard a gasp from Luna Lovegood who was also being held captive but instead of reacting you ignored it choosing to focus on not passing out and praying to Godricks that someone helped and got you out of here...

The feeling of someones hands on your face brought you out of your haze and suddenly a fuzzy yet familiar voice was cutting through the silence

"Y/n...Y/n can you hear me?"

As your vision comes into focus your eyes widen as you realize who was knelt next to you.

"Harry..." you mumble as you weakly reach up and cup his face

He smiles weakly back, seeing you in so much pain and honestly so close to death...

"Hi sweetheart...I'm gonna get you out of here okay? Get you some help, alright?"

you nod slight and he slides one arm under your knees and the other under your upper torso. Picking you up bridal style he quickly makes his way out the things he noticed about the woman he loved more than anything was how much weight you had loss, the blood dripping down his arm from your forehead and that dazed almost lifeless look in your eyes.

He picks up the pace in his steps and as soon as the coast was clear he held you closer and floo you both off to the cottage.

------ At The Cottage ------

Harry quickly sat you down on the couch, the dizziness had took over and you had loss consciousness a few minutes prior. Molly gasps as she rushes over and helps Harry lay you on the couch.

She asses the wound on your head before quickly jumping into action and cleaning then stitching the rather deep wound

Harry stood at the end of the couch the whole time. His eyes never once leaving you as he watched Molly clean the wound and stitch you up.

He felt completely guilty for this whole thing, he had promised from the day he met you to protect you. You were nothing more than a ray of sunshine in his extremely dark life, the reason he lived was you and seeing you lay on the couch unconscious and injured absolutely broke him. He could not loose anyone else.

After Molly was finished she stepped back and walked over to Harry wrapping her arms around him in a tight motherly hug.

"She will be alright..." she mumbles softly into his hair as he begins to sob.

------ A Little While Later ------

Harry had fallen asleep sat on the floor next to the couch where you had been laid. His head rested uncomfortably on the edge as his hand gripped onto yours tightly. His whole body reacts when he feels you hand twitch slightly. His hands snap open and he quickly looks up at you right when your eyes slowly flutter open.

"Y-Y/n? Sweetheart, are you awake?" You groan softly as you reach up and feel at the now bandaged wound. Harry gently grabs your hand and pulls it back down, planting a soft kiss on your palm as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hey...You're alright love...I'm right here..." He whisper softly as tears flood your eyes

"Harry..."

He stares at you sympathetically for a moment before, gently as possible, lifting you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. His hands rubbing up and down your back slowly as you sob into his shoulder where your head is resting.

He feels his own tears rise but he chokes them down to comfort you, something he knew you needed.

After a long few minutes you calm down and slowly sit up, ignoring the pounding that happens in your head at the movement. You hands wrap tightly around him and you stare down at him silently as he stares back before gently kissing your forehead leading you to let out a sigh and lay your head back down on his shoulder.

Harry noticed the shift in your personality. The silence that used to be replaced with constant chatter about things only Hermione could truly understand. The fear in your eyes that used to be full of light and shine. He noticed it all and it killed him...

"My love...Lets get you some food alright? And maybe some orange juice?"

He waits for your reply and when you nod he immediately stands with you in his arms and makes his way into the kitchen where he goes to place you in a chair only to be stopped when you tighten your grip and mutter out a soft "No..."

He stops in his tracks and stands back up with you in his arms, glancing down at your face

"No what love? You don't want me to put you down?" When you nod, confirming his question he sighs softly but obeys your wish and walks over to the fridge and pulls out a pitcher of orange juice that he pours into a cup and hands to you. As you sip at the juice he quickly makes a sandwich before taking a seat at the dining table and slowly feeds you the sandwich.

When you finish it a few minutes later he lets you finish the orange juice before standing and placing the dishes in the sink, letting the magic do its thing and clean the dishes, Harry makes his way down a hall and into the room Bill had given him to stay in.

He gently lays you down in the bed causing you to let out a soft whimper, he gently kisses your forehead

"Shh sweetheart, i'm right here...Let me get you some clean clothes okay?"

You hesitantly nod and he rushes off into the closet where he grabs an old shirt of his and a random pair of boxers before quickly making his way back to you where he finds you crying.

The guilt in his gut only grows and he walks over gently rubbing your back, you climb into his lap and he instantly lets you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rocking you gently as you sob.

Once you calm down he coaxes you off of him for just long enough to get you bathed and changed into the outfit before helping you into bed where he climbs in after you, letting you lay on top of him- rather uncomfortably, before holding you close as you fall asleep a few moments later.

And that is how most days go...

A few weeks passed and your physical condition had improved, the gash had almost completely healed, leaving a scar. All the bruises had faded and the small cuts had healed leaving their own small scars across your body.

Your mental health was another thing...While it hadn't worsened it really hadn't improved either...Harry could finally leave you alone but not for to long, you refused to leave the bed and talking still came very rarely for you.

Harry had left the room a few moment ago, to do something...He had said but truly you hadn't been listening.

Looking around the room your eyes land on the mirror hung on the wall, more specifically the reflection in the mirror. As you stared down your own reflection, seeing the large scar across your forehead caused disgust to rush over you in waves.

You slowly sit up in the bed letting the blanket fall to your waist, being in only your bra, all of the small scars that now littered your body were on full display. Your hands slowly ran over each of them, picking and pulling at them almost as if you were trying to get them off of you.

You were so lost in your own world that you didn't notice harry stepping into the room until you saw him in the mirror causing you to jump.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" He asks softly as he climbs onto the bed and wraps his arms around your waist after gently grabbing your hands and pulling them away from your skin

"N-Nothing..."

He clearly didn't believe you but instead of saying anything he gently pushed you back onto the bed and yanked the blanket off of you completely causing you to gasp and wrap your arms around his shoulders. "H-Harry! What are you doing?!"

He shrugs slightly as he leans down and kisses your forehead, right on the scar. "So pretty..."

Your whole body heats up as he leans down to your stomach area and presses soft kisses to each scar he could see as he mumbles praises.

"Beautiful..."

"Gorgeous..."

"Pretty..."

Any praise he could think of was flying out of his lips as he worshiped you, your face was the so ho from being so flustered that you couldn't stand it. This was exactly what you needed...That disgusted feeling melted away with every kiss and praise he gave you.

After a moment he looks back up at you, his glasses sat on the tip of his nose almost falling off. You giggle softly pushing his glasses back up his face, a smile appearing on your face for the first time in weeks.

Harry grins and moves up peppering kisses all over your face causing the small giggles to grow even more as you gently push him away

"My sweet girl" He says softly "Wanna take a walk with me? You seem in a good mood..."

You think for a long moment about the offer before ultimately nodding and slowly pulling yourself from the bed and into a standing position.

Harry smiles quickly following you out of the bed and helping you put your shoes on before putting his own on and leading you out of the cottage, the sun hitting your skin for the first time in weeks was an amazing feeling. You soaked it in for a moment before walking down the beach towards the water where you stop at the shore line letting the water wash over your sandal covered feet.

Harry slowly approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as he gazes down on your face as you gaze out at the water

"What are you thinking about honey?"

You stay silent for a moment before leaning back against him "Our future..."

"Oh yeah? What about it?"

"I don't know...Just how- how everything is gonna end...With the war, the death eaters...he who should not be names..."

He sighs softly and kisses your cheek, before being taken you had no problem calling him Voldemort but now you were terrified..

"Nothing will happen to you again...Me, Ron and Hermione have a plane okay? Please don't worry about it..."

With a small nod you turn around in his arms and snuggle your face against his chest "How many kids do you want..?"

He looks down slightly shocked at your question before thinking for a moment "Honestly, it wouldn't matter to me...As long as I have you that's all that matters...What about you baby? How many?"

"Three...Two boys and a girl..."

He chuckles, your answer was instant with absolutely not hesitation behind it. "I'll do my best to help fulfill that dream my love..."

You giggle and slowly close your eyes as you rest against him. It finally felt like you could see a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He had been everything you needed to get through such a rough time. Your love. Your support but most importantly your protector.

THE END

Oh. My. Goodness. I think this is my best work yet, I hope this is up to your expectations love!! And I am so so sorry it took so long to get this out there!!

[jellyfishsthings]

Request: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Plot: Remus and reader studying together while she sits on his lap, but she realizes she wants him and grinds on him while he tries to work

WARNINGS: smut, shy insecure Reader, Remus helping in his unique way ....

I changed the plot a little bit ...

The soft sound of the needle scratching the vinyl filled the room. All the songs have come to an end and Remus and I didn't even notice we had been too engrossed in our studies. Or more likely he was and I was simply staring at him. He was scrunching up his nose and poking his tongue out every time he tried to understand something. He seemed good and happy. That was when you decided to attack him. You quickly climbed over him and straddled his lap, before placing kisses on his neck.

For god’s sake, he thought. You looked so beautiful taking charge of him and making him writhe like this. This wasn't something that he would usually indulge in but if it meant that you would kiss him senseless and drive the breath clean out of him he was all in. You didn’t usually climb on top of your boyfriend to attack him with senseless kisses of your own accord, usually, it was the opposite. It was a magnificent change for him, one he welcomed with open arms.

“Whoa,” Remus took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. “Dove, may I ask what …. what brought this—ah—on?”

“No, not really” you muttered against his collarbones as you grabbed his loosened tie to crush your lips to his. You knew that your newfound confidence and control wouldn't last long, Remus would quickly seek a way to turn things around.

“You’re going to be the death— of me.” Remus stuttered, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper girl. He supposed he already knew that but tonight drove the fact home. If he were, to be honest, to be honest, he liked you this way better. Your sailor's mouth and timid confidence were facts about you that he only seemed to know. He felt powerful that way because he could keep you from the world.

He was a mess of swollen lips, heavily panting under your hands. And Godrick, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotch, that had been his last straw before grabbing your hips in a tight hold, turning you around, and spreading your legs. He positioned one of his thighs, letting you rest your wait there as you started moving back and forth. He stilled you with a commanding hand.

“How about a game? You answer my questions correctly, you get fucked like the good girl I know you are. Otherwise …” He let his voice fade and you were tempted to answer one of his questions wrong, just for the fun of it. Just to see how far he could go this time. He would never hurt you, not really. He was too much of a sweetheart for that.

“What if I don't want to, Professor?” You said with a sultry voice. And he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“Do not tease me, you minx.” He said in your ear before bouncing his leg harshly, and a gasp let you at the sudden movement and pressure in your clit. “Now let's start shall we?”

You nodded so fast that you knocked the back of your head to his nose. Every time you answered correctly he rubbed your clit in harsh tight circles. Every time you answered wrong he bounced his leg while he kept you in place. Your head had been working overtime to try to even think of an answer without even caring about its correctness. Either way, the pleasure you got from simply answering was more than enough to drive you crazy.

Your head had been spinning once he stopped moving. His voice didn't sound any longer, the only sound that sounded in the room was your heavy labored breathing. He placed a sweet kiss on your pulse point before he turned you around once again. A wicked grin was plastered on his face as he slipped inside of you. You haven't even registered the sound of him lowering his pants. Your legs wrapped around his chair as an anchor, his thrusts were so hard and so deed that you bounced with their force, and your hips were pressed flush against his. He buried his head into your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat as your softness enveloped him in more places than one. All thoughts about his friends burging into the room flew out of his head as his whole world redacted into you.

Stuttered breathing reached his ears as your muffled voice called out to him to stop, to never stop, and muttered his name with colorful names. He absolutely loved it when you lost control and cursed him for what he did to you. No one would know that his sweet girl loved to be fucked harshly to the point where youwas nothing but his fuck toy. Without warning you fell over the edge and he tried to remove his head from your embrace to admire your beauty. Your cheeks were flushed and tears slipped from your eyes as he came inside of you.

He pressed kisses on your forehead trying to calm you down, gathered into his arms. He was still deep inside of you and you rolled your hips against his. What you were trying to chase he didn't know, but he let you, curiosity got the best of him. Soon he was hard inside you again but he collected all of his willpower to let you take charge you had earned it. You whined his name pathetically, begging him to please just fuck you. He felt cruel and maybe he was, but you had to start claiming what you deserved without his help, even from him.

You got the hang of it pretty quickly and he was glad to praise his smart girl. Your legs were quivering around him, barely able to keep your weight. Just when they were about to give out he grabbed the back of your thighs helping you lift your weight but doing nothing else. He was leaking inside of you, you were doing the best job and he told you as much. A few minutes after you both tipped over the edge and this time he removed himself from you and positioned you back on his thigh. Without missing a beat you started riding his leg and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was going to be a long night for the two of you, he knew that because from the moments you looked at him with those eyes and with that pout on your lips, he was unapologetically wrapped around your finger.

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[magewritesstories]

Hi i was just wondering if you could write something of James potter and Fem!reader (established relationship) where basically they are at a Gryfindor party and basically there is this guy who has a huge crush on her and is being low-key creepy about it and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don’t worry!!!! x

[ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ] ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ

summary: James Potter doesn't share anything, especially not his girlfriend TW: underage drinking note: ngl, I don't see James as the jealous type, but he is super protective. Also idek if Amos was in their year, but for the sake of the story he is.

JAMES POTTER IS NOT A JEALOUS GUY.

Really, he isn't. But dear Godrick he's never wanted to bash someone's head in with a bottle of firewhiskey so badly—but that might just be the empty bottle talking.

He watched from a good ten feet away as Amos Diggory flirted with you with a wide smirk.

As mentioned before, James wasn't a jealous guy. He couldn't blame the stares you got whilst walking through the halls, or the way some eyes would linger when you laughed a little too loudly at one of his dumb jokes.

You were stunning, and James didn't blame people for seeing that. Hell, he was glad they did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the tiny ego boost he got from the fact that at the end of the day he was your boyfriend and not any of them.

Amos however didn't seem to understand that.

James's eyes narrowed as he slung his arm around you oh-so casually as he told a (probably stupid) joke. You gave him a small smile, a polite one—yep, definitly a stupid joke.

"You planning on murdering Diggory by glaring, mate?" Siruis asked, walking over to his best friend with a grin, "I'm afraid you're not one of those guys from Peter's superhero books—hey wormy, which one was it? With the laser eyes?"

Peter looks up from his drink in confusion, "Superman?"

"Yeah, that one," Sirius snapped his fingers, "So, is that your plan? Burning Diggory with you laser eyes?"

"The only thing burning in here is Prongs," Remus replied with a laugh. James rolled his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lily decided to join in on the conversation and added in a teasing tone: "Really, 'cause you look a little uhm... green."

"I'm not jealous, I don't get jealous," He replied with a scoff, glancing in your direction again, "Especially not of guys like Amos Diggory."

His friends all gave him sceptical looks as he grabbed another bottle of fire whiskey. "Why would I be jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about," He insisted, staring intently as Amos dragged you and Dorcas towards the dance floor.

"What about the fact that he's already asked out Y/N like three times?" Peter replied casually. The entire friendgroup turned towards him, "What?"

He jsut shrugged, "Yeah, he just asked her out three times in the past two hours—watching him get rejected twice was awkward, the third time it was just sad."

"And you're mentioning this now?!"

"I thought you knew, I mean you've been staring at them the entire night."

James put down his bottle of firewhiskey and made his way over to the two of you.

"That's not fair—you're just Slughorn's favourite," You replied, smiling as you whirled the drink in your hand.

Amos grinned at you, "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent more time actually listening during class you'd be able to catch up with me. Maybe."

You rolled you eyes at the statement. "Oh, please, Diggory, if anything I'm doing you a favour. If I actually tried during classes I'd leave you in the dust."

"Oh, yeah?" The blond asked, raising a brow at you, "Maybe I should return the favour by taking you to Honeydukes this weekend."

"Hmm, no, I think I'm good," You reply as politely as you can, mustering a small smile.

This was the fourth time Amos had asked you out in the past two hours. And also the fourth time you'd rejected him.

How did he not know you had a boyfriend? You'd think that after that kiss (read: pretty much a make-out session) with James after Gryffindor beat (read: wiped the floor with) Hufflepuff last quidditch match, people would know the two of you were dating.

Apparantly not.

"Besides—" A loud, familiar voice sounded as James put his arm around you shoulder— "We've already got plans for this weekend."

The brunette give you a sloppy kiss and a satisfied grin, "Don't we, babe?"

You smile and nod. "Mhm, you promised me a drink at the Three Broomsticks."

Amos looked between you and James as you gave eachother lovesick stares.

Maybe you were laying it on extra thick just for Amos but they were lovesick stares nonetheless.

"Oh, uhm, well then..." He stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence. James turned to him with a raised brow, "Well, maybe you should be heading towards the firewhiskey."

Amos seemed to take the hint. Finally. He quickly scurried away and out of your sight.

You let out a sigh, "Thank you—for someone so smart that guy really doesn't know how to take a hint."

"Well, good thing you got me then," James replied, grinning from ear to ear as he kissed you again, "Your own personal superman."

You swung your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, "Mhm, so lucky."

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[volturissideslut]

Hi there!! Could I request Cedric x female Hufflepuff Reader where he flirts with her and she gets all flustered and fluff ensues?

𝕮𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝕯𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞

"Mornin' bug" the outstretched hand of your boyfriend, Cedric, narrowly misses smacking you in the face as he yawns and stretches. Last night you had accidentally fallen asleep pressed right up against him, and though your mind was too sleep hazed to process it then, it was most definitely processing the embarrassment now.

His face was so close to yours as he muttered about this weird dream he had, and though you were sincerely trying to listen your mind was too busy running rampant. Helga, he's pretty. And despite his morning breath you still want to kiss him. His arm is holding you to him firmly, and if he can't see the blush coating your cheeks because of your own brain, he can most certainly feel the heat radiating off of them instead.

But instead of being your knight in shining armour, he takes it as his mission to further your flustered misery.

"Where's my morning kiss, bug, hmm?" he taps the side of his cheek expectantly, watching in amusement as you scrunch your eyes shut and do Godrick-knows-what to try and calm your racing heart. But he's still not done. Not yet at least.

"D'ya like it in my bed? All cosy and snuggly? Must admit, it's the best sleep I've had in a long time, sunshine. We should do this again"

And the reminder sets you off. Cheeks flaming and heart racing as you think about how this is the first time you've shared a bed. For a night. Properly cuddled even. Oh Helga! You're in his dorm! In his bed! With him! What will people say, what will they suspect?!

A pained noise leaves your throat and your hand freezes in mid air, half trying to hide your face and somehow make this all be a wonderful dream, and half trying to push him away a little. His presence is suffocating you in a good way. And you like it. But you don't like that you like it.

Your abysmal decision making skills makes him laugh and he decides to give it up. Sitting up, he pulls the blanket off of the both of you. "You're fine, bug. I promise." he tells you, bringing you in for a comforting hug where he squeezes you tight. Grounding.

He has you sat on his lap and facing him with the way he was hugging you, not that you're in any position to notice with how fast your mind is going. "And i'm sorry for teasing... will you look at me now?" his hand pries your own away from your face, letting him get a good look at you. The eye contact somehow seems to ground you even more, and your thoughts slow to a pace where you can finally make them out.

"Are you going to speak to me now?" his smile is small, because if he truly smiles then he won't be able to hold back the laugh he's been holding down.

"Morning, Ced"

[wxnheart]

hello! before anything else, i just wanted to say your writing is a godsent, no matter the genre hehe. Anyways, I was hoping if I could request a specific scenario about showering Godfrey, Godrick, and Mohg with praise in the heat of sex? Spoiling them as a treat... as well as blowing their ego along with their... yknow.

𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲 - "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧… 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞…"

You praise your beloved lord, power personified.

His flesh radiates majesty. You feel it under your trembling hands as they worship his body.

Godfrey is so gentle. His large hand cups the back of your head, guiding you as you bring him pleasure. He could be feral, could become beholden to the beast inside him you're so good, but not yet...

Your lips, tongue, and fingers worship him ardently and before you know it, you're tasting his essence and it's magnificent—

You spread your legs; you're so pliant. You beg him, your beloved Lord, voice trembling, to take you to heights unknown. You see it, his feral beast emerging and in a flash, you're coming undone in his embrace.

𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 - "𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭… 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭…"

Under different circumstances, he would've been smug about this but... you understand. You see his power. You see his glory. He is everything the Golden Lineage stands for.

You're mewling under his touch. His numerous hands light the flame of arousal within you.

Godrick plays your body like a fine-tuned instrument. He rewards you for your praise, something he'll never admit he's deeply, sorely missed.

You moan again, begging for more, and Godrick honors your request and makes you resplendent under rays of Gold.

𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐠 - "𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝…"

He feels so good inside you, your beloved Luminary.

You ride him with fervor, thighs trembling in rapture, feeling his bony fingers tighten around your hips with every movement.

You're doing so well, beloved, pleasing him just as he likes, showing love befitting Mohgwyn's shining star.

You plead for release, the ultimate gesture of your affection, of your praise.

You plead for release, for his seed, enveloped in the throes of Mohgwyn's glory and he grants it. And he's luminous all over again.

B̳o̳n̳u̳s̳

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭 - "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞…"

Oh, how he's denied himself your touch. How he's denied himself and craved it all the same.

You want it. You want it so and so you stand before him, yearning laid bare in the smooth expanse of your skin. And Morgott shivers.

You croon softly at him, easing his fears, praising him, reminding him that he's everything they said he wasn't: Regal, Sublime, Beautiful...

So, so beautiful. You croon to him, arousal laid bare and open your arms. For him. And only him. 'Fall with me...'

He succumbs like a man starved. Pride be damned, he succumbs to his desire, and together, you two fall.

[fantasyandshit]

You saved me

Type: one shot

Pairing: Sirius black x sister reader

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This one shot is very graphic and includes themes such as- Rape, torture, sexual assault, abuse to the extreme, and more- this is a very very triggering and graphic one shot, reader discretion is advised

Minors do not interact!

(Some people may be disgusted by what I’ve put out, however this is a one shot I made to almost represent my feelings after childhood trauma and being a victim of rape and sa- this is a very sad fic but one I related to in the sense it represents feelings and emotions- I didn’t go through these events myself)

I want to make it clear- I am here for every single one of you- I always will be an open source- you can vent to me about anything and everything and I will always listen and support you guys. I love y’all so much and hope you all know you are important to this world and are very amazing people.

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I stare from behind the corner of the courtyard where Sirius- my older brother, complains to his friends about me. Tears spring to my eyes but I don’t let them fall as I run back to the Slytherin common room. Sirius doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand what the parents do to me, what people do to me behind closed doors: and he never will. He can’t, I have to protect him from that and if it means he hates me then so be it.

The next morning I walk to the great hall with my bags packed for winter break- Regulus is staying with some friends of his and Sirius is staying with the Potters- he’s been living with them for the past six months now and seems happier than ever and I’m so glad. No matter how upset mum and dad were with the decision, I’m both terrified and glad the boys will both be gone; terrified because it means there’s so much touching and beating that will come but glad they won’t have any chance of catching anything.

———

(Same day, Sirius pov)

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I can’t help but complain to the boys about my sister, she is my parents golden child, always has been and probably always will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dark mark under that stupid slytherin sleeve.

Suddenly, Regulus pops up behind me, “Sirius!”

“What?” He looks angry and that’s when I realize, “oh my godrick, tell me you aren’t trying to defend that brat!”

“You really are unbelievable brother, have you not noticed-“ a sigh as he looks down, “Sirius she’s dead, she’s not the sister she used to be, she has no life behind her eyes, no mischief that once was there- remember? Remember all the pranks you played? The spark in her eye? It’s gone, something is going on. Something she won’t let us know about.”

I take a moment and think…oh my godrick gryffindor, Reggie is right, something is going on. I look up to see the other nodding along as pieces click in our brains, “They don’t expect either of us at home, we could sneak in to figure out what’s going on?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll be to the potters residents in two days time.” We make more plans and then split for now, waiting anxiously to carry out the plan.

———

Me, James, Remus, and Regulus hide behind a wall in the invisibility cloak and that’s when I see my sister walk into the living room, her head down and her hair pulled into a high pony, her skinny body-skinnier than I ever remember- covered in bruises and scars only in some flimsy, black lace lingerie. What.the.fuck. Is happening? Me and regulus meet each others gazes, both confused, heated with anger, and sadness.

My sister sits on the couch defeated and only seconds later I see five good friends of fathers- all in their late 40’s to 50’s walk into the room. All in simple boxers and or pants- none with shirts. That’s when I realize what’s going on, rage takes over my body and I almost jump out into the living room but am quickly grabbed by my brother.

He shakes his head no, he too looks absolutely enraged but we have to wait a little bit longer.

———

(Same time Yn’s pov)

The men walk into the room and I simply stare into the distance as they advance.

I’m slapped around a few times, they man handle me till I’m crying and bleeding, raping me more times then I care to count. Drool, tears,sweat, and blood dripping down my face by the time they are done, I’m completely numb. Mum and dad walk in the room asking the men how it was and completely ignoring me.

“Absolutely horrible, she was quiet as a mouse and had no fight in here, she laid there like nothing.”

“Oh really?” Mom’s gaze snaps to me, I can’t bring myself to lift my heavy head from where it lays but I know what’s coming.

Her wand flicks and I’m strung up by my arms, I’m whipped 55 times till I’m shaking with cuts digging deep in my flesh. Finally, the part I’ve been dreading the most- my mom’s wand raises above her head, “Crucio!” Pain overwhelms me and I thrash in my restraints, piss joining the bodily fluids already leaking from my body.

After I can’t tell how long I’m near passing out and I hear crashes and bangs, distant voices and foot steps, I hear curses thrown and defenses drawn. My eyes are nearly closed but I hear someone skid over to me, cutting me from my restraints and carefully lowering me into their lap.

I look up from where my head lays on the persons legs as they brush hair out of my face, swiping away tears and blood, drool and who else knows what with their sleeve. As they stroke my sticky cheek I see who it is…

“Sirius?” My voice cracks, horse and weak.

“I’ve got you sis, just shh, and stay awake okay? I’ve got you now, we’re gonna save you.” My big brother carefully picks me up, carrying me from the mansion as people follow after, the potters waiting out in the front frantically.

“Boys, what’s happened? What-oh dear Godrick. Hurry, we’ll get her to Saint Mungoes. (I think that’s the name?)” Mrs Potter moves forward quickly at the sight of my broken body.

“Boys.” Mr potters voice is stern as he addresses the teenage boys in question, “tell me exactly what’s happened.”

———

I wake up on a couch, a thin blanket covering my shivering body. I panic for a moment, just before Mrs.Potter rounds a corner with a bowl of water and a rag. “Oh Yn! You’re finally awake dear!”

“I’m-I’m sorry- what’s going on?”

A look of grief and sadness washed over her as she replies, “oh love- you were injured- bad, luckily the boys found you and saved you, we brought you to St.Mungos but after a week they said to bring you back home and let you keep healing. You’ve been out a totally of 10 days love.”

“Oh- oh yeah. Ok. Wait you said the boys saved me?”

“Well yes, Your brothers, James, and Remus.” She dabs water on some healing cuts.

“Oh- where- where are they?”

“Hm, good question, one moment.” She turns to the stairs, “BOYS!”

After a few moments I hear four sets of foot steps stomping down the stairs, trampling over each other- “Yn!” Regulus flings into my arms, I wince but ignore my soreness.

“Hey little bro.” I smile and ruffle his hair as he moves.

“It’s good to see you awake Yn.”

“Thank you Remus- thanks to all of you.”

“Of course!” I look to James and give a small, grateful smile.

“Uh- y-Yn?”

“Hey big bro. Thank you. So much.”

Tears well in Sirius’ eyes? I’d never seen it before, “I’m so sorry.” He crumbles into my open arms as he sobs. I know why he’s apologizing and it’s not his fault. Tears of my own collect in my eyes as I hold him, patting his hair softly.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t know and I- oh I’ve been terrible.”

“Sirius, Sirius look at me.” I pull his head up, smoothing his hair and rubbing his cheeks, “it’s ok. I promise it’s all ok. I don’t blame you, I never have and I never will ok. You saved me- you saved me Sirius- thank you.”

He nods weakly as we hug again before he stands up, clearing his throat.

———

So this one’s been in my drafts for abouttttt three weeks now. I’ve been scared to release it ngl.

[14thgalerie]

don't leave

• pairing: husband!sirius black x reader

• now playing: seasons by wave to earth

• word count: 4.8k

• genre: angst, slight fluff if you squint

— rushed the ending cus i really just wanted to have this out already and my mind's a mess with our study

“I have to leave.”

There they were. The four words that tugged violently at your heart. Drowning it in waves of dreadfulness at the implication of the events that could ensue.

“I know, but what could you possibly do right now?”

Sirius’ eyebrows furrow, a frustrated look on his face as he pauses by the corridor, ceasing the thumps his dirt-ridden boots made from his heavy stomps. You knew no matter what you were about to say or do would not stop him. The sting of the painful betrayal from your friend pierced like a thousand needles in you, you could not even begin to wonder what it felt like for him.

“I don’t know.”

You drop the letter that contained the words that singlehandedly caused such mental anguish on the floor next to you, cautiously making your way to him. “We need to sit down and think about our next step, alright?” Your feet stop in their travel when you see him stretch his arm toward you.

“No!” He exclaims. “One more second I spend here is another second that I put James and Lily at risk of danger and godrick Harry, my boy. I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

In the faint illumination of the warm street lights spilling through the open windows of your living room, you could see his face contorted in agony. The sheen of sweat building on his forehead and what looked to be tears on the apple of his cheeks.

Starting with his outstretched hands, you slowly moved your hands toward him. You take them in your palms and hold them firmly in your visibly smaller palms. When you see that he made no action to pull away from you, you drop them by his side to gently cup his face. 

“I’m not asking you to do nothing, darling. I only want you to go about this properly, we would not only put ourselves at risk but James even more so.” You whisper, shaking your head. “We have no idea what they could be planning to do now that we know Peter has been ratting out our plans to them.” 

You wait. You wait for his eyes to face your direction, you wait for his hands to hover over yours as he always has done, and you wait for him as you always will.

“They need me.”

Sirius finally looks at you, and if you thought your heart couldn’t break into a thousand more pieces, well it could. You never wanted to see such despair ever grace those dark eyes, when for so long you’ve worked tirelessly to do exactly that. 

“I know.”

Your chest rose and fell heavily, and it wasn’t hard to see he did the same. There was nothing else to say, nothing that would stop him from going there.

“But please, I need you here. I know that I’m being selfish right now. I desperately want to check on them, make sure they’re fine. James is my brother, for Merlin’s sake, Sirius! But they aren’t the only ones that Peter knew about, he also knew our place.” You say, feeling a water droplet fall on your forearm. Tears unconsciously slip from your eyes, leaving your cheeks glossy.

“And I’m scared. I am so terrifyingly afraid that when you slip through that door, they will come here.” 

You found yourself holding your breath. Knowing the answer but still, you let yourself hope that, despite the knowledge he would most likely still leave for the Potters, he would choose to stay with you. Somehow he could hear the two hearts beat for him, one fainter than the other, but still loud for the man they loved.

You closed your eyes in resignation as you felt his cold cheeks leave your touch. More tears well in your eyes, you could almost feel the skin on your knuckles about to rip apart at how tight you clenched your hands.

“I’ll be quick, I promise, love. Stay in the basement until I arrive, don’t answer the door. I’ll put up a spell when I leave, alright?” He says. 

You feel his fingers interlock with your hair, his thumb firmly on your nape, moving it in an up-and-down motion in an attempt to comfort him despite himself not doing so well. 

“I don’t want to leave you all alone here but I can’t risk you being in danger there. I have no idea if Voldemort has any of his death eaters there.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. 

You grab his wrist in a final attempt to keep him close to you, to blurt out the words that could keep him by your side.

But before your eyes twitched as you opened them, he was gone in a blink. And you were left standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the door. The warm tones of the furniture or the colour of the walls don’t hide the coldness caused by the void of his presence.

You had no idea for how long you stood still in place, only the sound of the kettle whistling from the kitchen brought you back to your senses.

You sink back into your couch with a soundless sigh. “I guess it’s just you and me for tonight.” 

Craning your head back on the cushions behind, your hands now busy coddling at the tiny bump protruding from your stomach. Hoping that it would give them comfort even though it was you who was in desperate need of it.

In order to take your mind off the endless worries that consumed you, you think back to a page you saw in a magazine from the market just earlier today. The page showed a plethora of tourist spots in Iceland, where Sirius had suggested spending your honeymoon once this was all over. The war had cut your celebrations to a minimum, you hadn’t felt like it was right to do so when more and more of your people suffered and died as the war continued.

The pictures of the Aurora Borealis warm your heart at the reminder of how excited Sirius had been when he told you all about it, the image similar to that of an excited dog jumping in his seat.

A cold breeze from the window beside you enters the dark room, leaving a trail of goosebumps running down your exposed arms. You walked towards it and huffed a sigh of relief as it closed, however, you froze in your spot as you saw a dark figure standing still a few steps away from the post lamps across the street.

But with a blink of your eyes, they disappear, not leaving a trace behind their presence. The earlier threat that loomed over you earlier came back, sending a heavy pang in your chest. You feel your gut twinge at the sight, a sickly feeling developing in the deep recesses of your body.

Sirius will come back in a few moments, he made sure the house was safe.

Right?

You clutch the window sill and take deep breaths to ease the tightness that surrounds your heart. At the thought that maybe it wasn’t enough, that they might find a way to get into your home. The thumping rhythm of your heart accelerated even faster than before. 

I need to hide, at least give myself some time to figure out how to escape. 

Your wand was all the way upstairs, it would be too risky for you to run all the way up the bedroom when they could be outside your door right now. You turned around, pushing yourself off the window, only to be pushed back, the wooden slab stabbing behind your lower back.

Before you could let out a yelp, a grimy hand reached out and covered your mouth. Their other arm comes out to press you tight against the window further, slamming his left arm on your chest. 

Your eyes darted around you to find a weapon, anything to defend yourself with, give you enough to escape and run. But when it settled on the heavy figure in front of you, you knew it was hopeless. The crazed, glaring wide eyes kept a firm contact on your face. It trailed down to his arm, the same arm that muffled your whimpers, where you knew what you would see.

“Hello, love.” A scratchy voice echoed, not from the man in front of you, however.

Your breaths become shallow, body shaking when you remember that your stomach was exposed, leaving it vulnerable to that godforsaken woman.

“Well, remove your hands away from her mouth, Crouch. How am I supposed to have a lovely conversation with my family?” She berates.

Barty rolled his eyes, about to reply but stopped himself. You let out a pained hiss as his hand leaves your mouth, knowing that there would be bruises lining your cheeks— if you were even to leave this alive. 

“What do you want, Lestrange?” You spoke, trying to appear nonchalant but the tremble in your voice made it impossible.

“Should we not be going by our first names now? We are, after all, a family now.” She pauses, “Oh right, aunt did cast him off back then.”

“I asked you a question.” 

“I just wanted to visit.” 

“That’s it? You expect me to believe you?”

“Well, maybe have some fun also. This hide-and-seek game you all have been playing at, even your friend thought so.”

“He’s not a friend.” You grit your teeth. 

“Oh! Don’t be so angry with him, shouldn’t you be proud he finally chose something of his own? That boy had always trailed after my cousin and his little group like a rat.” She laughs loudly, the sound scratching your eardrums.

She walked over to you, twirling her wand around. She hums an unfamiliar tune that you couldn’t even care to find out. You breathe heavily in nervous anticipation at her next course of action. Trying your best to hide your fear for your baby.

You watched as she took her time to observe each and every corner of the house, stilling for a few seconds on the pictures that lined the wall opposite the window. She sits in a lone chair by the couch. 

“Well, you have made my dear cousin humble.”

But you are startled as you see the details of your hardwood floors become finer, it was only when you are lying down, did you realise that Barty has suddenly thrown you to the ground. You thanked whatever god that had looked down upon you that you managed to instinctively prop yourself up with your arms.

Disgruntled, your head spins, forgetting about the two who watch your every move. Rejoicing at the fear that visibly ran through you, savouring every moment, knowing that the next moments would be the cherry on top of their fun.

You grunt when he drops to his knees directly above you. You tried to push him off but with every inch that your body moves, his knees dig deeper. At some point, you start to give up when the wheezes come, leaving you unable to breathe properly.

A sly grin crawls its way up Bellatrix’s stoic face. “Sit still, we just wanna have fun.”

“You wanna speed up the monologue? We still have shit to do.” He interrupts.

At this, she abruptly stands from the chair, the sudden movement pushing it back, resulting in a screeching noise that makes your face contort into an expression of irritation. She pushes Barty away, “Fine then, you stay there while we have a sister bonding.”

“Look at me, girl.” She snarls, pulling your face towards her.

You fervently shake your head, pulling back. Eyes plastered on the creaking floorboards.

“Oh whatever, I'll still enjoy this. Just like when I saw the color leave Potter's face.” She laughs, the sound sure to be ingrained in the deepest parts of your brain. 

You continue to stare at the pattern on the piece of wood grain and another that sticks out. You stare at it so intently that it feels like the walls surrounding you have become it. You wonder, a thousand times over, if you had just come along with Sirius, would you have been safer? If you had persuaded him just a bit more, would he have stayed?

You take in a sharp breath at the searing pain that strikes through you, starting from your arm and down to every crevice of your body. The pain punctures you with roots that begin to fester the beginnings of hatred, at the cruelty you have been subjected to. At the realisation that this is what the others have gone through.

As she continues on to inflict a suffering you have never known to exist upon you, you hear a faint wail full of agony and longing. A call brought about by the flaming pain that engulfed them with every twist and turn of the wooden stick. The same object you had once been so mesmerised by.

It’s only hours later when you lay still on the ground, in the same position they placed and left you in, mindlessly fluttering your eyes open and close that you realise that the painful sound came from your own throat. 

You could barely feel your legs as you stand, fingers gripping the edge of the couch to hoist your body from its temporary spot, emitting a low groan. Your eyebrows knit together as you tried to keep ahold of yourself after using the arm. You debated looking at the bloody aftermath but knew if you were to call for help, it’s best to save it for later.

The cold embrace you, gradually sending shivers down your already shaking body. Running down from the back of your neck and down to your feet. You touched your throat, it felt like you had drunk a glass full of a thousand razor blades.

You direct your focus to your path, to the kitchen where the phone lays, desperate to get rid of the residual pain and to relieve yourself of the scratchy, dry feeling in your throat.

A wince leaves your mouth, however, just as you gulp down an entire bottle of water. You pause at the three resounding knocks that blared throughout the walls of your home. You freeze in place.

Had they come back? 

Have they realised about the baby?

The baby…

You reach for your stomach, afraid that in your suffering, it somehow caused damage of some sort to your baby. You knew that even if you had saved it from the physical torture, there’s no saying that it was the same for the stress your body had mentally gone through.

“Y/n?”

You hear a familiar voice call out to you. But you still couldn’t move forward, only dropping to your knees in relief it wasn’t them. You leaned back on the cabinets, exhausted.

“Y/n? Are you here? Why’s the door open, it’s not safe!” The voice continues to call out.

It must have taken her too long to respond when she sees a tall figure appear from the corner of her eyes. Their wide eyes seemingly got bigger than she thought possible.

“Oh god!” Remus exclaims, rushing forward, his hands frantic against yours. “Y/n!”

His calloused hands reach out to touch your face but pull it back as it was inches away from your skin. You see his eyes harden when it comes in contact with your arm. It must’ve been so bad for him to visibly react that way.

“What happened? Wh- Who did this to you?”

The corner of his mouth forced downward, deepening as he continued to observe you. Trying to see if there was anything else wrong with you. You’re silent for a second before you answer.

“Bellatrix and Barty…” You trail off, too tired to explain.

He visibly recoils, eyes widening in alarm. His jaw drops, the expression on his face becoming heavier. 

“Ok uhm I’ll apparate real quick to Madam Pomfrey. I’m sure she has something to soothe your pain. She gave me some things back then that helped.”

“Is it that bad?” You joke.

“Now’s not the time, Y/n.”

“Alright.” You huff, annoyed that he stopped you from your attempt to distract yourself.

The pain had mellowed down from how it was earlier. However, it was still quite disturbing how you could still feel the excruciating pain from the agonising pace at that she carved your skin. You grimace as you shift around, trying to get comfortable before Remus returns. 

Eyes welling, holding your arm against your front. You bite back a groan when you accidentally graze the wound. A few tears automatically cloud your vision.

A little while later, as you continually take deep exhales, you feel Remus gently take your hand in his. “She’ll be following shortly after, for now, she said that I had to move you upstairs so you could lay down.”

You nod, giving him a cue to go ahead when he gestured with his arms to carry you. Your arms reach out behind his neck as he bends down. Laying your head on his collar, the weight of your head on your shoulders feeling too heavy now. Your eyes droop until you let the darkness cover your sight.

“Hey.” A raspy voice greets you. 

“What?” You mumble, finding it hard at the raw and scratchy feeling down your throat. With your eyes still closed shut, your eyes strain as you hear a person rumble around the room until they stop near you.

“Here, sit up a bit.” Your eyes flutter open, catching a glimpse of familiar brown messy hair since the crown of his head was pointed towards you while he was adjusting you on the bed. “There you go, now drink up.”

You drink the lukewarm water in big gulps, releasing a heavy sigh of relief.

Remus laughs at you, “You’re thirsty.”

“Yeah, well, when you’ve been screaming your bloody ass off for I don’t know how long, you’d be the same.” You retort.

“So…” he trails off.

“I don’t know, Moony.” 

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re still not up to it?”

“No, it’s fine. I-“ you stutter. You couldn’t find the right words to tell your best friend how you had been put into unimaginable pain just because some death eaters wanted to have fun.

They need therapy, that’s what they should want.

“I guess I should start from the start. So, I’m sure you’ve also got the owl about Peter apparently joining the dark side. Well, since Sirius was so worried for James, Lily, and Harry, he insisted on going to check up on them.” 

“What? And he just left you alone here despite knowing that Peter also knew about this secret place?” He interrupts.

“Yeah, and then Bellatrix and Crouch came just right as Sirius left. I think they were ordered to do something else but fuck, I guess they wanted to taunt me, us!” You take a breath. “They said they just wanted to have fun, whatever that meant to them. And here I am.”

In your attempt to lighten the mood, you throw up your hands and wiggle your fingers. Which, ultimately, didn’t do a thing to smoothen the creases that burrowed between his eyebrows.

Thud

Before a sound could leave his ajar lips, he was cut off by a loud thud followed by a series of curses.

For a second, the two of you stared at the closed door in apprehension. More so yourself, you unconsciously grip Remus's fingers so tight that it might have cut off the circulation in his hands already. You were afraid that they had come back to torment you even further, that Remus might adorn another scar.

“Oh, God!”

An all too familiar voice instead follows the sound—in a tone that had unfortunately become normal between your group of friends.

You hear him rumble through room after room, probably trying to find you. Desperately trying to push down the lump that seemed to infinitely grow down his lungs with every empty room.

It was only when the door to your bedroom slams wide open, does he feel it go away. But it was only seconds before it came back, a thousand times heavier now. You sat in the middle of the bed, hair ruly and bandages lining up your entire forearm.

He comes closer, eyes intently focused on your every movement, studying the steady rise of your chest as you take short breaths. 

You watch him come forward with hesitant steps. Taking one step followed by another after two seconds. As he was inches away from you, seated on the edge of the bed. Farthest away as he could but still close enough to hold you, afraid that you would push him away. 

“You weren’t here.” 

Your voice was so faint that the two boys might’ve almost not heard you. But the stillness of the night— the winds choosing to stay meek, leaving the trees still as they stood tall— made the bear the clench that held on tight to their heart.

Remus slips out of the room, giving you both the space you clearly needed but staying down in the living room in case you needed him. Choosing to clean up the place as best as he could, bringing it back to how it once was before they thrashed it.

“I know-“ Sirius’ hands rise from his sides, taking your face in between his fingers. You scoff.

“What do you know?!” You cried. Tears line along the corners of your eyes and down to your chin. Ones that you still haven’t noticed but Sirius did. Every drop that spilled adds to an overfilled bucket of guilt and resentment in him.

Your fists make contact with his chest, anywhere that they could land on, trying to make him feel the hurt you did hours before. 

He watches as your face slips from his trembling grip, averting your eyes elsewhere, as he had expected you to do, much to his disappointment. He sits still, unsure of what to do, or what to say. He was afraid that whatever his mind concluded on will force you farther away from him. His eyes fail to veil the inner turmoil that plagued his mind.

You reach out your hands, reaching out for something but it stayed in the air for a while before it settled on his hands which lay limp across his lap.

“Why weren’t you here?” You sob, dropping your head in his lap, your hands still holding his. “I asked you to be here.”

You shift your gaze from his lips and up to his eyes and watch as he takes his time in his search for the words to explain himself. 

“I know and I am so fucking sorry that I didn’t listen to you. I’m so sorry that you’re stuck with a man who cannot listen to his wife, a man that stupidly keeps making mistakes and suffering because of it. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here.” He cries.

“I asked you this one time. This one time, because I needed you.”

He lets out a shaky breath as he clenches your hands. His head drops above yours, leaving a trail of kisses on the back of your head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that the only thing I can do now is say sorry. But if you would let me, I would beg on my knees and grovel at your feet forever.”

Sirius felt pangs in his chest, the multitude of emotions overwhelming him. But the one that permeated through farthest was the warm feeling that always wormed at him at the thought of you. He repeats the same two words, sobbing silently as he brings your hands up his lips. Mumbling similarly to a prayer.

He was incoherent. A jumbled mess that signifies the disaster coursing through him. 

“Please.”

His voice shakes as he speaks.

You feel his fingers tug at your arm, sometime in the long while since he sat in front of you, his hands traveled up your arm. Your chin drops down, refusing to stare at the man you loved— looking more like the boy who almost dropped on his knees on your porch when he ran away from his home. You knew that one look would crumble the wall you’ve set up for yourself.

You purse your into a thin line, completely at a loss for words. Sirius sneaks a glance at you, hoping to hear even an utterance from your lips. Praying that you would listen to him, to look at him as you had just hours before. 

You lower your head, pondering on your next words, how to perfectly articulate your response. Something that you find hard for you don’t even know yourself. Your mind was completely in shambles.  

“Y/N?” 

You are pulled out of your trance at the call of your name. Feeling his piercing gaze at the side of your face, you could not bring yourself to look up and meet them. Knowing that you would be a babbling mess with your thoughts all jumbled and a complete and utter shamble. 

Dropping your head on the palm of your hands, fingers slowly clenching tightly on thick strands of your hair. You feel a faint touch resting against your arm, almost hesitatingly. The cold fingertips barely grazed your arm, attempting to pull your hands away from its tight grip on your hair, before pulling it away when you finally said something.

“I was scared.” You start.

“I was fucking terrified so I can’t even imagine how it was for you.” He replies.

“Not for me.”

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean?”

You let out a chuckle. “I had this whole surprise planned and yet here we are…”

He stays silent, awaiting further explanation. But the voices on the back of his mind caused a sinking feeling to settle at the pit of his stomach. He wished that wasn’t the case because it would give him a whole other reason to hate himself furthermore.

“I’m pregnant.”

You blurt it out, feeling way too tired to jump around what you were trying to say. 

His head drops and his body shakes at the loud exhale he released. He stands up from the bed, his hands rubbing down his face.  He stands on his feet, pacing back and forth in front of you. The flurry of emotions that hit him at that moment overwhelmed him. Tears cascaded down his cheeks in a torrential downpour.

The room seemed to turn even darker in his eyes. It looked tainted. With every object he set his eyes on, instead of the rose-coloured memories he usually saw, he saw in the dullness. He hated how the walls seemed to rot with every blink, how the frames that lined your wall shattered bit by bit. He hated how he saw a reality that could've been his if his cousin decided that what she did wasn’t enough.

original ending

Sirius was paralyzed. He couldn’t make himself move as if his feet had melded with the floor. There wasn’t much he could do except to frantically shake his head in denial, in disbelief, he didn’t even know anymore.

“No. God, please tell me you’re lying to me.” His fingers twitched as an inexplicable force of pain hit him constantly in waves leaving him immobalized. He gasped for air, scratching at his chest as falls to his knees. He desperately hoped that the words he heard were nothing but a cruel lie. “No, please.”

You didn’t move an inch despite the heavy strings pulling you to him. All you did was look at your husband’s state like all your life has been drained from you. In a way, it did. 

“I’m not.” You said with a voice filled with sorrow as he kept on repeating alternates of no’s and please’s. “I could do nothing but pray that they didn’t discover I was carrying my baby and that regardless of how this night unfolds, I hoped that they would survive this.”

Sirius was barely hanging on as he is stuck drowning in the tempestuous waters of grief, with his only buoy drifting farther and farther from him. As he struggled to stand up and take a step towards you, you lept up from the bed despite the stinging pain that run through you. “Y/n, please. Let us talk about this more-” He implored, his voice getting more desperate.

You cut him off, “What more is there to discuss? You abandoned me when I needed you the most, despite my pressing for you to remain here and protect me.” Unbeknownst to him, each word you spoke, the pain within you intensified.

“I didn’t know, darling please,” Sirius tried to make you understand, but even he knew that no amount of excuses would be enough for his action. From the moment that he locked eyes with you on the altar, he was supposed to be the one to be at the forefront of your defense, but he failed. “I can take you far away, somewhere nobody can ever harm you or our child.” He pleaded. “I will never leave your side from there on. Just please, I’m so sorry.”

“No, Sirius.” You put your hand forward, willing him to stop. He didn’t notice but the moment you opened your pale lips again, the magnitude of the pain weighed him down and he knew that this feeling is inconsequential to the abyss of heartbreak and agony that consumed you. “I can no longer trust you with my child anymore. How can I, when even before their birth, you left them already? You left their mother in a world where there is no assurance of safety anymore.”

His misery was a storm that relentlessly pulled him down further into its grasp. He knew that nothing could ever be enough to convince you to stay and if he were not the cause of your pain, he would push you to do this. Thus, he remained silent, unable to muster a reply. It was clear from his crestfallen face that the fragile threads of hope that held him together would soon get unravel. 

“Remus.” You called for your friend, knowing he was listening in closely to the both of you. 

Sirius couldn’t even describe how much it crashed his heart to hear you call for another man’s name instead of your own husband. It was a torturous feeling, more painful than the torment of being burned alive at the stake. He was at the pinnacle of his heartache that he was no longer receptive to his surroundings, only wishing that he could go back in time. 

In his mind, all that remained was an endless reel of memories, playing incessantly. He remembered every first, every smile shared, and every fleeting glance exchanged—this fragment of memories played like a cinematic frame rate running at sixteen frames per second each capturing your happiest days. He vividly remembers the spike in his heartbeat when your eyes first met from opposite ends of the aisle and the momentary pause it took as the words ‘I do’ left your lips. Similarly, his heart ceased beating and this time, he doesn't think it will resume its rhythmic cadence ever again. 

“Goodbye, Sirius.”

The whooshing sound behind him triggered a primal scream that emanated from the depths of his being. He broke down in tears and silent pleas for it seemed to be the only plausible outlet for the unbearable anguish welling up in his chest. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never. He was mad at himself for being the reason why the person he vowed to protect was hurt in every way possible. 

You were his second chance at life, the reason to move forward, and a departure from the dark path his childhood subjected him to. Looking up at the picture frame that hung tilted at an angle on the wall in front of him, he was left chocked up in tears that refused to abate. 

masterlist

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

E,L,O,S for Godrick

E for Exposed What is the most daring place they’ve had sex?

His bedroom.

L for Lingerie What kind of underwear do they like to wear or have their partner wear?

Has no particular preference. Just the kind that can be ripped off.

O for Oral Giving or receiving? Why?

Giving. He smugly notes that he's much too big for you to service with your mouth. lmao. Okay, guy.

S for Sexy What would they do/wear to turn on their partner?

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Fred Weasley x Little! Reader x George Weasley: Unjust Punishment

Summery: When umbridge takes a punishment too far, the twins look after the reader and come to a few realizations. (GN)

w/c: 1654

TW: Negative selftalk, punishment, pain, crying, umbridge (She’s a whole trigger herself), and George and Fred being amazing Caregivers! This is a first-person fanfic, idk why I decided to write it like that but I did.

God, I am so pathetic.

I couldn’t even make it back to the dorms, I am sat in an empty hall pressed to a wall crying. My hand hurt so bad and all I could do was cry wanting someone to make it stop. I was regressing at this point. 

Maybe I wasn’t designed to be big in these situations. As long as I could remember if I had big emotions or something bad happen, all I could do was go small. I was like a defenseless hummingbird in those situations. My brain interpreting all interactions like a child would.

I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice the redheaded twins that were in the year above mine. They were walking together to do, only Godrick knows what, when they stopped in front of me. They immediately stopped chatting and laughing, casting glances at one another. They shared a look that said “are they?” or “Should we?” or even “Were we right?”.

Their glances quickly stopped and they began talking, Fred taking the lead, “Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong? What happened?”

The pair slid onto the ground on either side of me. I stared at his freckled face and brown eyes before turning to George and doing the same. They had different freckle patterns and the way they let their eyes and face rest were different, it was easy to tell who was who. I turned back to Fred to speak, “Umbridge!”

George and Fred spare a glance, apparently the word didn’t come out as clear as I was hoping it would. Each began pulling a hand towards them, I was quick to snatch them away. I was embarrassed of the words etched into my skin, I was embarrassed that I was regressing right now in front of two upperclassmen that I wasn’t close with.

“Hey, It’s okay, we just wanna help! We can get those cuts all cleaned up!” Fred said, tilting his upper body to fully face me. He wasn’t subtle in his attempt to see what had me pulling away from help.

George took a different approach, he was stroking my hair, and took to whispering how brave I was. He said, “You made it so far from her office, almost to the dorms, you are so brave and strong. Bet you got introuble for fighting a dragon and winning, hmm?” He paused to squeeze my arm, as in to feel my muscles. I giggled through my tears, “Yeah, so strong. Maybe we could clean you up like squires would, since you are big and strong like a knight.”

I nodded before realizing he was talking to me like he knew. I pull on his shirt lightly to get his face a little closer and whisper through my tears, “How did you know?”

Fred must have heard cause he answered instead, “Cause we play close attention to you, little one.”

That was a nice nickname. I like it. Freddie began to stand up, I always forget how tall they are. The had to be at least 6’3. They made me feel tiny, their slender frames made them look even longer. Georgie stood up too.

George spoke when I didn’t stand up, “Do you need help standing up?”

Fred didn’t give me a chance to answer before asking a follow up, “Do you want one of us to carry you?

“Yesh pease,” I was too small to walk well by myself and being carried seemed less embarrassing than stumbling and crawling all the way to the gryffindor common room (Even if you aren’t that house they are taking you there to take care of you).

Fred and George nodded, Fred picked me up like I weighed nothing. Like I was tiny! I giggled, my tears were still dripping, however less and the pain was easy to ignore with the pair taking care of me. 

George walked behind Fred, tickling me or playing peekaboo. He was doing all he could to keep me distracted from the pain. Or from how far the walk to their dorm was.

When the fancy lady in the painting finally let us in, they made quick work of the magic that prevented the different students from entering the wrong dorm. Georgie opened the dorm door to their shared room. Fred carried me over to his bed before gentle throwing me onto the bed, his hands remaining under my armpits to keep me from falling or getting hurt. 

“Fly!!!” I giggle as I stopped bouncing, the pain in my hand remained but the twin gently taking care of me made me smile. They would be the best daddies ever! My giggles quickly stopped at the thought, they probably want to get my hand fixed so I will leave… I look over to see George with a first aid kit, this cemented the bad thoughts. They were just good people and they don’t like me even a little. Tears prickle my eyes again, watching George open the kit.

“Oh baby!” Fred caught my attention, “Why are you crying? Is the kit scary? It’ll hurt a little at first but we have to clean up your hand and get it all wrapped up.”

Fred was quick to sit down, and pull me into his lap, he waited to see me nod before placing my down on his lap. ‘He was like the knights from my story! He was kind and shiv- Chivo- Nice, he was nice.’ My brain was getting more and more fuzzy, they were babying me and treating me so nicely, but also I was in pain and I knew they were going to leave me alone!

“Baby, can you use your big kid words to say whats wrong?” Fred asked, bouncing me on his knee. He was rubbing my back and holding me to keep me safely on his lap.

I couldn’t keep the truth to myself, I threw myself into his chest and buried my face into his neck. I cried out, “Don wanna fix! Den hab to weave!” (Don't want my hand fixed, then you are gonna leave me!”

“Oh Baby,” The voice came from George, as he placed the kit down and sat next to Fred and I. His hand found the back of my head and pet it soothingly. He spoke again, “We will stay as long as you will let us. We want to take care of you and protect you. How about we spend the night hanging out after we get you fixed up and when you are big tomorrow we can talk about what happens next?”

With slow blinks, realization of all the words formed. I spoke again, “Sweepover?”

“Yes, a sleep over. We will put on a muggle thing called a movie! We have a projector! We will make you some snacks, and we can play and cuddle! Whatever the little (Prince/Princess/Royal) wants!” Freddie confirmed, kissing my forehead.

“Now, we do have to get that hand wrapped up…” George said, moving towards the first aid kit again. His hand leaving my hair, and Fred moved me so I was facing Georgie. I look at the wipe in his hand and realize the pain I was about to feel. Luckily George was quick to hand me a ‘beanie baby’, it was a kitty. 

Fred started rubbing the stuffie into my cheek, tapping it around my face, and made it do funny voices. George was quick to clean my hand, Fred continuing to distract me. My hand was soon wrapped in a boring white bandage wrap. 

Georgie scooped me up once he was done with putting away the kit. I was giggling and squeal. Freddie moved to set up the projector and some snacks. George said we could push the beds together and make a giant fort! I put my hands on the bed and tried to push but i couldn’t. George pushed the bed like it was nothing, he was like a super strong daddy!

George hung some sheets to make the fort while I got to put stuffed animals, pillows and anything soft I can find. Fred and George have a lot of soft stuff, I think they were summoning stuff for us. Once it was done, George and I jumped into it, bouncing slightly. 

Soon a moving picture appeared on the wall and a cart of snacks was pushed to the side of the fort. Georgie left space in the fort for it. The view of the moving picture was soon blocked by Fred jumping into the fort, he landed right on me! At first I though it was cause I was super strong that I was’t hurt when he landed on me, but I soon realized it was cause he was holding himself up. 

As the movie played, my eyes start to droop. I didn’t mean to start falling asleep, but it was so comfy being nuzzled in the cuddle puddle. My thumb started moving towards my mouth on its own, soon I was suckling on it. Fred and George were whispering to each other, I wasn’t able to make it all of the words.

Fred said something about ‘won’t do’ and George said something about ‘get something for-’. I nuzzled my face into whoever was on my left. 

“You are one sleepy baby, aren’t you?” George said, so thats who I was nuzzling.

“Good night little one, you need to get a good night rest to heal quick.” Fred said, petting my hair again. A quick pressure was pressed to the side of my head, it was a sweet kiss that made me feel so cared about. 

I was very small and about to fall asleep, I murmured out a “Nini dadas.”.

Unknown to me, the twins looked at each other with huge grins. They wanted to jump around, high-five, or scream. However, the pair simply nodded and whispered about tomorrow.

[oddballwriter]

I love how in some way someone has a version of Anselm x reader where they have a third to their relationship, whether it be official or unofficial.

For @reallyrallyauthor, Anselm and Birdie have Godrick and in the non-canon have Nathan Bateman.

And @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Anselm and the reader have successfully teased and manhandled Blue Jones into submission.

[ravenclawhierra]

Making it up... Not well enough!

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Part 2 of "It Mattered To Me"

Tags: Fluffier than last part, I promise.

Word count: 1,3k

Ever since he said that he would make it up to you, he has been trying his best to make sure and prove to you that he doesn't hate or dislike you. And you really noticed that, however it was starting to frustrate you. He'd constantly hug you, pull you close and such. It's not that you minded it, but… you hated that it was not more.

You strutted your way to the library, you were about to have a study session with Sebastian and Ominis. You really had to get some help for potions class, seeming how last time you really couldn’t focus. You usually like potions class, the professor always managed to explain everything well. And you now had to study with your friends instead of just learning it in class. Silly you. But oh well, you liked studying with Sebastian and Ominis - And it only gives you more time to spend with them.

“Hello guys,” You said in a quiet voice, hoping to not disturb anyone else in the library. They both looked up at and greeted you, shy smiles on their faces. “Do either of you have water with you, perhaps?”

“Nope, but I do have a bottle with me, if you’d want to fill it up, I could go with you?” Sebastian perked up, asking more so. His eyes sparkled with hope but you politely declined, not wanting him to give you any more hope than he already has. “Well, I’m going anyway because I’m thirsty myself and want to take a sip as soon as possible.” You sighed in defeat, a quiet ‘fine’ escaping your lips.

“There’s a tap for water nearby anyway.” He mentions, picking himself up from the table and getting over to you.

“Couldn’t you just wait then?” This boy was seriously something else.

“No.” He smirks at you, “What if something were to happen in those, I don’t know, 3 minutes of you gone?”

“What would happen to me in 3 minut-” Your words were interrupted, tripping over the stairs, due to your absolutely clumsy nature, while trying to go down. You closed your eyes, waiting for impact but Sebastian had already casted levioso on you, grabbing you and putting you down. “This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t with me, you know.”

“Sure,” His smugness was practically radiating from him. He patted your head and before you could say anything, swooped you off your feet. 

“What the HELL are you doing Sebastian!?” You yelled at him, confused and flustered. He put his finger on your lips. 

“Look I’m all over breaking the rules but I don’t wanna get kicked out of the library just yet.” 

“Put me down. Now.” 

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It was getting worse and worse, with him teasing you more than before and despite you constantly being mad at him for his foolish actions, you still liked being so close to him, you just wanted it to be something more, not just platonic. It was making you lose your mind.

You had finally gotten some peace and quiet, and decided to study with Garreth. It would be easier, however he was not of much help, considering most of his potion-making would end in a disaster. 

“See, to brew an invisibility potion, you just add some troll bogeyes and-” The potion just about exploded straight into his face. You laughed, his face was black from the explosion. He coughed and smiled at you.

What in Godricks’ name was happening. Why was she laughing with Garreth? His face was not even funny. Sebastian was staring at you from afar, clearly annoyed at the commotion happening between the two of you. He was certainly funnier than Garreth and would be way better at making you laugh, getting an honest laugh from you at least.

He went over to your and Weasleys’ table, puffing out his chest a little. He was about to make sure you were gonna come with him, in private. I mean, he certainly wasn’t going to watch you have fun with another guy who’s clearly just trying to get to you, use you. 

He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of you two. 

“Excuse me, I’d like to borrow (Y/n),” He glared at Weasley, “If that isn’t an issue.”

“Alright,” Garreth just nodded, “I’ll wait for you here, (Y/n).” 

“Alright,” Garreth just nodded, “I’ll wait for you here, (Y/n).” 

You got to Sebastian and he took your hand, pulling you away from the table and taking you into a room where the two of you could talk in private. He sighed, groggily, looking at you, his glare still not leaving his face. He was annoyed. 

“What’s the matter?” You asked, your voice laced with worry. 

“You do know he’s just using you, right?” He raised his voice slightly, “He’s not good enough for you.”

You snorted, angrily. Who’s he to tell you who’s good for you or not? Seriously, he’s becoming more and more obsessed with ‘keeping an eye on you’ and ‘showing you he cares’. 

“What do you care if I hang out with him? At least he’s helping me!” You had noticed that this was turning into a classical romance drama, cringing to yourself. “It’s not like you're my partner.” You raised his hand at him, giving gestures as if you’re teaching him a lesson. 

He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you closer, making your other hand immediately reach to his chest so you can push him away. You were mad, but flustered. 

“Have I not done enough?” He asked, his tone now changing. It was almost as if he was sad. He half-pouted at you, honestly making you feel bad for raising your voice at him. “What does Weasley have that I don’t?”

What?

“What do you mean?” 

“I thought that you liked me but you keep doing things that make me feel like you don’t.” By the look of his eyes, you weren’t sure if he was being serious or just trying to pull a really bad joke right now. 

“I-” You stopped yourself from saying anything before you could figure out what his intentions were. Nut he had already pulled you closer to him without you even noticing and you felt yourself feeling some butterflies. Your hand was still on his chest, so you pulled it away, now flustered. 

“You?” He perked up, “Tell me you feel the same way I feel about you.”

“I don’t know how you feel about me.”

He sighed, now grabbing your free hand again, pulling you closer. He stared into your eyes, you stared back. His eyes were practically sparkling. He put his other hand on your cheek, and you felt as if he was going to do the same thing he did last time, tilt your head. 

“You do remember what I said, right? Stop me if you don’t like it.”

With that, he leaned in, a small blush on his face, and a big one on yours. Not this again. But…

You felt his soft lips on yours. You felt more butterflies than before. You honestly didn’t know what to do, to return the kiss or to back away. You wanted it, but you were so confused with everything happening lately. He backed away.

“You don’t feel the same way, do you?”

“No, I-” You composed yourself, “I do, I like you, Sebastian. I was just startled.”

He gave you the sweetest smile you have seen yet, even bigger than when the two of you were going to Hogsmeade, bigger than when you told him that you’d help him find a way to heal his sister. 

He was going to say something but you stopped him in his tracks and kissed him back, which he gladly returned.

“So, you’re mine, right?”

“I am.”

[blood-darkened-moon]

Elden Ring

Characters Tarnished | Torrent the Spirit Steed | Melina | Millicent | White-Faced Varre | Lunar Princess Ranni/Ranni the Witch | Blaidd the Half-Wolf | War Counselor Iji | Preceptor Seluvis | Rya the Scout | Lightseeker Hyetta | Bloody Finger Hunter Yura | D Hunter of the Dead | Patches the Untethered | Fia the Deathbed Companion | Iron Fist Alexander | Jar-Bairn | Lady Tanith | Shabriri | Queen Marika the Eternal | Miquella the Unalloyed | Godwyn the Golden | Miriel Pastor of Vows | Cleanrot Knight Finlay | Latenna the Albinauric | Lobo | Three Fingers | Two Fingers | Gatekeeper Gostoc | Roderika the Spirit Tuner | Ensha of the Royal Remains | Sorceress Sellen | Boc the Seamster | Goldmask | Brother Corhyn | Gloam-Eyed Queen | Knight Diallos | Sorcerer Rogier | Nepheli Loux | Nomadic Merchant | Mary | Amy | Polyanna | Maureen | Finger Reader Enia | Black Knife Tiche | Finger Maiden Therolina | Lionel the Lionhearted | Thops | Knight Bernahl | Smithing Master Hewg | Lhutel the Headless | Dung Eater | St. Trina | Banished Knight Oleg | Thiollier | Needle Knight Leda | Count Ymir Mother of Fingers | Swordhand of Night Jolan | Pureblood Knight Ansbach | Redmane Freyja | Sweetings

Bosses Malenia Blade of Miquella | Praetor Rykard/Rykard Lord of Blasphemy | General Radahn/Starscourge Radahn/Leonard | Radagon of the Golden Order | Red Wolf of Radagon | Rennala Queen of the Full Moon | Maliketh the Black Blade | Morgott the Omen King | Mohg Lord of Blood | Godfrey First Elden Lord | Godrick the Grafted | Ancient Dragon Lansseax | Dragonlord Placidusax | Lichdragon Fortissax | Astel Naturalborn of the Void | Elden Beast | Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing | Fire Giant | Black Knife Assassin | Regal Ancestor Spirit | Crucible Knight | Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast | Erdtree Burial Watchdog | Loretta Knight of the Haligtree | Glintstone Dragon Adula | Night's Cavalry/Funeral Steed | Godskin Noble | Godskin Apostle | Abductor Virgin | Tree Sentinel | Roundtable Knight Vyke | Godefroy the Grafted | Commander O'Neil | Elemer of the Briar |  Bloodhound Knight Darriwil | Messmer the Impaler | Rellana Twin Moon Knight | Curseblade Labirith | Romina Saint of the Bud | Divine Beast Dancing Lion | Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame | Bayle the Dread | Golden Hippopotamus

Enemies Giant Crayfish | Serpent Snail | Festering Fingerprint Vyke | Vargram the Raging Wolf | Juno Hoslow Knight of Blood | Moongrum Carian Knight | Mad Tongue Alberich | Eleonora Violet Bloody Finger | Silver Sphere | Banished Knight | Preceptor Miriam | Night Maiden | Nox Swordstress | Bloody Finger Okina | Kaiden Sellsword | Celebrant | Fingercreeper | Maleigh Marais Shaded Castle Castellan | Fire Prelate | Nameless White Mask | Inquisitor Ghiza | Chanting Winged Dame | Man-Serpent | Swordhand of Night Anna | Spirit Eel | Thorn Sorcerer | Monstrous Crow

Groups/Ships Omen Brothers | Carian Siblings | Twin Empyreans | Godskin Duo | Rykard x Tanith | Marika x Radagon | Radagon x Rennala | Marika x Rennala | Mohg x Miquella | Malenia x Finlay | Messmer x Rellana

ER Trivia | This Sheep