#baby mooncalf

[honeybadgerdontcare394]

Don't talk to me or my son ever again.

He's so cute it hurts omg... My freecam wasnt working properly so this was the best I could do

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A semi redesign/casual wear Gridley. ((Come on, we all agree his design would look more natural if they made him bigger don’t lie-

Also special guest appearance Gus pet MoonCalf Lunie. She’s canon now because I said so

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Lazy Mornings - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: Sebastian wakes up early and decides if he isn't going to sleep in, neither are you. Alternatively summarized as short, sweet, and tender Sebastian smut.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content

I’m sick with a fever and wrote this instead of resting so don’t stare at it too hard. The link for Ao3 can be found here!

The Room of Requirement was cold. Sebastian had figured that out a long time ago, but the fact reiterated itself as he blinked the sleep from his eyes and shivered from the chill that met him. It was some ungodly hour in the morning, the grayish-pink rays of the pending sunrise leaching through the drawn curtains and bathing your still sleeping form in a warm light. 

Sebastian ran a cool hand across his bleary eyes before shifting over in the bed to wrap himself around you like a baby Mooncalf. He nuzzled his forehead between your shoulder blades, tugging the covers up higher to trap the delicious heat radiating from your body against him. How he had managed to stay asleep this long without stealing your warmth, he didn’t know. 

With a contented sigh, Sebastian tossed his arm across your waist to pull you tighter to him, and the faint, sleepy hum you let slip past your lips had him smiling against the smooth skin of your back.

However, now that the ‘cold’ issue had been taken care of, Sebastian was left with the pressing matter of some pretty fearsome morning wood. 

He scooted closer to you then, laying his head on your shoulder and wedging one of his thighs in between your legs to rouse you further from your sleep. Sebastian languidly pressed his hard member against the smooth curve of your hip, grinding softly in a way that had heat pooling in his gut, but it was more to get you up and moving rather than for his own pleasure.

Your head lolled to the side finally as your eyes cracked open to peer down at your needy boyfriend, and he flashed you a lazy but telling smile. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

“Mmph,” you grumbled. 

Not nearly coherent enough. But Sebastian already knew you to be the farthest thing from a morning person– waking you was always a deceptively difficult task. He let his hand trail over your stomach to glide down the bent crook of your leg, leaning forward to press chaste kisses along your jaw. 

“You’re up early,” you slurred, voice raspy with sleep. Sebastian nodded, moving his hand back up to your breasts to feel your steady heartbeat thrum beneath his fingers. You shifted again, his ministrations pulling you further from your dream-addled mind, and when you rolled over to bury your face in his neck, Sebastian nestled his nose in your hair with a pleased sound. 

Almost there. He removed his leg from in between yours as his hands fell to your waist, gripping and hauling you on top of him so you were laying flush against his torso. Your own legs sprawled between his longer ones, and the marvelous weight of your core pressing into his aching member was enough to make him see stars. 

“How’d you sleep?” Sebastian asked, laughing quietly when he caught sight of the pillow lines creasing your face. The sound reverberated against you, your hands coming to trail lightly over the rounded tops of his shoulders.

“Mm,” your head dipped to kiss him then, slow and sensual and lazy, but Sebastian relished in it, wrapping his arms around you to hold you closer. You broke away for a second to mumble your delayed reply to his question, “Like the dead.” 

He smirked against your sleep swollen lips, “Looks like it.” 

“What time is it?” 

Sebastian shrugged, not caring to check on the off-chance that doing so would ruin the nice moment he had going with you, and that wasn’t something he was itching to do. Especially now that you were lazily rocking your hips against his cock, throwing your knee up to half-straddle him in a way that let him feel your slick rubbing against his thigh. A flock of Thestrals could have ripped through the room and he wouldn’t have budged an inch. 

“Do you have any assignments to do today?” Oh, a fully-formed sentence. Sebastian flashed you a coy smile before leaning up to press more soft kisses along the line of your jaw, under your ear, wherever he could reach, really. 

“None at all, finished my report yesterday. Although Ominis did mention something about going to Hogsmeade later for new quills,” He sighed against your neck when you ground harder against him, the friction making Sebastian’s head spin with arousal. “We have plenty of time till then.” 

Before you could formulate your response, Sebastian had flipped you over so you were wholly underneath him, the muscles in his shoulders rippling with effort as he perched over you. When he captured your lips in a desperate, deep kiss, all you could bring yourself to do was surrender to the feeling of him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer to you, and he obliged by dropping to his elbows so there was less space between the two of you. 

Sebastian didn’t break away as one of his arms disappeared from beside your head to explore somewhere lower, and when you felt two of his long fingers slide through the slick pooling around your center, you gasped into his mouth. Instantly, his tongue was entangling with yours, swallowing your breathy moans as he slipped the digits inside of your already pulsing heat. 

Still pliable from the night before, it didn’t take long for you to begin rutting on Sebastian’s fingers in search of more. Your head tipped back against the pillows, a shiver coursing over your body when you felt his lips latch around your pulse to work a new bruise into the skin. 

When his fingers crooked up just so, you were arching towards him with an airy moan, “Mm, Sebastian…” 

You were like putty in his hands– your mind still blissfully sleepy as you basked in the feeling of his fingers pushing inside of you, and the velvety drag of his tongue over the hollow of your throat had you spreading your legs wider to accommodate him. Sebastian took his time working you open, making sure to evenly distribute a new array of hickeys along your collarbones and under your jaw. Before long, you were shamelessly panting and writhing under him, eager to have his cock inside you. 

“I told you we have time,” Sebastian chidded as he slipped his fingers out of your soaked folds, and you whined softly at the loss. But then that handsome, freckled face was back in your line of sight, his eyes dark with lust as he pumped himself a few times, using your slick still on his hands to lubricate his aching shaft. You knew it was a matter of practicality, but it was still hotter than hell to watch, and your teeth dug into the meat of your bottom lip in anticipation. 

Despite his claims that you had more than enough time, he was as gung-ho as you were to get a move on with things. One of his hands fell to your hip to steady you while the other guided the head of his cock to your entrance, and when he finally pressed into you, he did so with a low groan. 

You shuddered and gasped as Sebastian worked himself deep in slow, careful thrusts, his hips rolling evenly until they were flush with your ass. Once fully seated, he leaned over you to lovingly rake his fingers through your bed-head, keeping his movements limited to small, gentle grinding as you got accustomed to him. Sebastian breathed a warm sigh against your jaw at the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly, and as you relaxed more under him, he grew more generous with his thrusts, pulling back further only to push in again so tenderly that you couldn’t help but cling tighter to his shoulders. 

As the curve of your spine arched off the bed, Sebastian slipped his arm under you, hugging you snugly to himself with a pleased keening sound. “You’re amazing, darling– feels fucking incredible.”

The praise left you boneless, especially as Sebastian breathed more niceties against your cheek while his cock spread you open to some slow, sensual beat that only existed between the two of you. Your legs were weak already, trembling on either side of Sebastian, and he took note as he let your upper back tip against the mattress before he was angling your hips up more to meet his thrusts. 

With your back bent just right, the blunt head of Sebastian’s cock slid deeper, perfectly stroking your sweet spot every time he pumped into you. The shift had you arching harder, your breath coming faster, and Sebastian watched hungrily as a dark flush spread down your chest and your fingers dug hard into the skin of his back. 

The sting from your nails dragging had Sebastian groaning, his hips moving firmer, and the arm still coiled around your waist clutched you impossibly tighter. He ducked his head then to mouth at the column of your throat, dragging his teeth up your hyper-sensitive skin until the way you were tightening around his cock left him gasping against your pulse. Your toes curled, and in a flash you were whimpering and moaning and shaking under Sebastian, his gruff voice suddenly in your ear telling you how good you looked, felt, and sounded. 

Sebastian loved every bit of you; the taste of your sweat on his tongue, your intoxicating scent that flooded his nose, and the way he could feel your orgasm building around him– it was too much to wrap his head around first thing in the morning. Instead, he moaned for you again, and began grinding deep with every smooth thrust in a bid to finish with you. “I love you, darling. F-Fit me so nice, you’re doing so good, fuck.” 

“S-Sebastian,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tightened, tightened, your climax building hot in your gut and driving coherence out of your skull. “Sebastian, Sebastian–” 

“Come, darling, please come. I’ve got you, you can let go,” Sebastian murmured, his hold on your waist never faltering as he continued to thrust into you, and before you knew it you were coming fucking hard. Your body quaked from it, your chest heaving gasping cries as you clung to Sebastian and shuddered from the intensity. He maintained his even pace pumping into you as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, and the scrape of your nails up the nape of his neck, followed by the broken whine of his name falling from your lips had Sebastian moaning, grinding deeper with his eyes pinched shut, until he let himself tumble after you into white-hot bliss. 

By the time Sebastian had stopped breathing your name over your heated skin like little prayers, you were relaxed into the mattress again. His weight on top of you was comforting, and you soothingly trailed your hands over the broad expanse of his back, pressing and pinching away any tension from his shoulders. He sighed, content beyond belief and definitely not cold any longer. In fact, it was kind of hot in here now. 

“Merlin’s beard, darling,” he mumbled, bringing his free hand up to tilt your chin towards him and press your lips together warmly. “I love you so much.” 

You hummed your approval and smiled against his soft mouth. “Mm, I love you too.”

Sebastian slid his arm out from under your back to grip your hips as he pulled out of you gently. He bestowed a long, dreamy kiss against your lips before flopping down beside you, lacing his fingers behind his head as he let loose a loud, sated sigh. “A good morning indeed.” 

Rolling your eyes, you threw yourself sideways so you were sprawled in all of Sebastian’s personal space, stretching your arms across his stomach with a cheshire-like smile. “Good morning to you too.” 

The two of you didn’t even bother cleaning up right away, opting to instead spend your morning tangled in the sheets while whispering sweet nothings and fooling around some more. Only once the mid-day sun streamed through the curtains did you and Sebastian decide to get moving to Hogsmeade, but the promise of returning to the Room of Requirement after finishing hung unspoken in the air.

[in-class-daydreams]

Labours of Love (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader (no Y/N) Synopsis. The day Sebastian Sallow learns he's going to be a father. A prequel of sorts to 'Dress Code.' A/N: I am obsessed with girl dad Seb, so here's the events leading up to it. (Seb's still an auror here, it just doesn't come up) TW: None this time

“Sebastian, I think I might be pregnant!” you blurted out.

You stood in the bathroom doorway facing your husband, who was in your shared bedroom fiddling with his cuffs.

When the two of you first started dating and you were having the typical romance fantasies teens have, you envisioned announcing your pregnancy with more ceremony. A cake, a Slytherin baby onesie, you know - something cuter than busting out of the bathroom on a random Tuesday while Sebastian was trying to get ready for work.

“Huh?” Sebastian said intelligently. His waistcoat was still unbuttoned and he hadn’t combed his hair yet. There was a little stubble lining his jaw, which you’ve never had complaints about, but he preferred to keep clean-shaven.

His face was unmoving and you could see the cogs in his brain turning. Said cogs seemed to be sticky and emitting smoke, but moving nonetheless.

You took a deep breath.

“My period’s late and I’ve been sick the last few days,” you explained. “The math checks out.”

Sebastian’s breath came quicker. He looked at you like a scared mooncalf.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You shook your head. “There’s a vial in the drawer. Will you get it for me?”

The request isn’t even fully out of your mouth before your husband basically dives for the dresser and digs around for the one vial he doesn’t really recognize. It’s about the size of his index finger and halfway filled with cloudy gray liquid.

“What do you want to drink with it? Water, milk, juice? Anything, love, just say the word.” Each of Sebastian’s words had increasingly shorter pauses between them. He kept shifting his weight about.

“No, it’s not for drinking.” You started to hesitate, but remembered his knowledge of your bodily fluids was what got you here in the first place. “I have to pee into this vial.”

Sebastian stared.

“Oh. Alright, then.” His warm hands planted on your shoulder and hip and guided you further into the bathroom where he sat you down on the toilet. When he kneeled in front of you, you shouted and pushed at his shoulders.

“What are you doing down there?” you cried.

“Holding the vial,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Give it here.” He held his hand out for it, to which you clutched it in your hand tighter.

“What kind of aim do you think I have? I don’t want you to get pee on your–”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “I don’t care about that, I’ve had my hands in all kinds of places on you.”

You leaned forwards and held his face in your hands. “Sebastian, my love, my husband, potential father of my child, I appreciate the sentiment, but I can’t pee with you that close to my body. You can stay in here, just turn around.”

When you let go, Sebastian huffed, but did as you said.

“Since when were you piss-shy?”

“Say ‘pee,’ Seb.”

“Piss off.” He glanced back. “How do we know what’s what?”

“It will take several minutes, but if the liquid turns clear, I’m pregnant. Black, I’m not. Alright, all done.”

Sebastian whirled around just as you were covering up. Once again, he carefully guided you back to the bedroom as if you were already gravid with child.

“I might be pregnant, not feeble,” you told him.

“Better to err on the side of caution,” he replied.

You gave him a bewildered look. “Since when have you ever done that?”

He kneeled in front of you and eyed the unchanged pregnancy test as if giving it an evil look would speed up the results.

“Since you became pregnant.”

“Possibly pregnant, and even if I am, the baby would maybe be blueberry-sized. Me walking around won’t hurt it.” You placed a hand on your belly. Thoughts of your little blueberry made a smile spread across your face.

Your husband laughed. “I’m not worried about that baby right now.”

Gasping, you shouted, “Sebastian!”

“What? I’m not. It’s safe and warm inside you. Me, I’m worried about my wife and the nine months she’s going to have to grow a human inside her.” His expression turned tender, and your heart swelled with love. The butterflies you felt when you were fifteen running around the restricted section with him at Hogwarts came back as they did every day you were with him.

His warm hand closed around yours and turned the vial towards him. Your husband frowned at the cloudy gray.

“Why is it taking so long?” Sebastian shook your joined hands and the color began to shift.

The two of you watched with bated breath as the once cloudy liquid cleared and lost all color.

You covered your mouth and Sebastian let out a shuddering sigh. He buried his face in your stomach.

“We’re having a child together,” he whispered. His voice broke. “I’m going to be a father.”

Tears sprung to your eyes. You nodded and ran your hand through his soft chestnut hair.

“It was always going to be you. There was nobody else,” you said softly.

Sebastian chuckled wetly. “Funny. I loved you long before that time in the library.”

“I remember you telling me that first day in Hecat's class sealed the deal for you.” Despite your teasing, your tone was warm and fond.

"You were electric. I'd never been so enraptured with someone before," your beloved husband replied. "I could only ever picture you as my wife from that day on."

You hugged him tighter. Words were insufficient thanks for the extent of his love for you.

When he pressed his ear to you, you reminded him how small the baby was - how it was hardly more than a clump of cells. Sebastian continued listening for something. He moved higher to the middle of your chest.

“I’m not listening for the baby. I want to hear you.”

While Sebastian listened to your heartbeat, you were sure that he could hear the rhythm pick up. For someone so reckless and stubborn when you met him, in your quiet moments, he said the most heart-stopping things.

You pulled him up to face-level and planted a kiss on his lips. He stayed half-knelt, looking up at you with reverence. You knew that look well. It was the only one he'd ever given you since you met. In all your hardships, in all your crazy adventures, Sebastian's gaze was always as if the stars in the sky rearranged themselves just to please you.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips.

You thought that should be your line. He squeezed you tighter.

“For everything,” he added. “Absolutely everything.”

[rae-and-mezo]

Can you do where yn is strong and picks up Gareth, ominis,and sebastion like there nothing and yn plots them down to bed to cuddle?

Hehe I love this~

Sebastian Sallow:

This man loves a partner who can kick his ass anyday, so imagine his DELIGHT when you don't even flinch when picking him up.

It has him blushing like you wouldn't believe.

Like Okay. He's noticed you were stronger than people tended to believe, and of course you had to have a little strength if you play wrestle with the mooncalfs all the time. So it doesn't surprise him when you can pick him up but when you can just BE SO CASUAL???

Gets him so flustered he gets giddy when looking at you.

Will absolutely ask you to carry him short distances. It makes him so happy!

Just saying. If you could pick him up while snogging, this man would die. Right then and there.

However he still likes to maintain his strong unbothered persona so expect to be the little spoon still, and DONT mention it to Ominis!!

The day he was being stubborn and refusing to come cuddle you was the day his life changed man.

You just picked him up and sat him down, flopping your weight on his chest so he can't get up? He's turned on. Like no joke being lifted like that just does something to him

Ominis Gaunt:

Ominis is a stronger kinda guy. like he's not muscular but he has some lean muscle to him. Yet he has never picked you up in fear of hurting you because he can't see.

So when he's sitting at his desk, stubbornly writing and denying you cuddles because of a late essay, he is SHOCKED when he's lifted off the ground.

He hasn't been picked up since he was a baby so it is definitely odd for him. At first he does NOT like it.

But then he realizes that while weighing less than most boys in his year, he was still too heavy to be tossed around,. AND YOU DID IT WITHOUT MUCH EFFORT??

my boy is impressed. He definitely tells Seb in the morning.

This leads down a weird black hole. Suddenly Ominis is thinking about your arms, if they have muscle. He likes the thought.

He wouldn't ask for it again because he finds it sort of embarrassing. Yet his boyish grin when you pick him up occasionally makes it easy to tell.

Garreth Weasley:

What a nuisance. (Affectionate)

Man's knows your strong and adores it.

He grew up with a bunch of rowdy brothers per usual Weasley style. It doesn't matter if he's absolutely head over heels for you, playful wrestling matches will happen. Finding someone who is strong works well for this.

But he never thought you were stronger enough to just...manhandle him?

and he is AMAZED

like mans asks you to do it again just because holy hell this is awesome

Unlike Seb it's not a turn on, its more of a "wow, can you lift this crate?? YOU CAN??? INCREDIBLE"

Garreth keeps a mental list of the best moments in his life...things that make him happy and such. Of course he has the moment he got his Hogwarts letter, his dad teaching him what wood to get for the fireplace, your first kiss, but he also has the moment you first picked him up.

He's wrestling you because while he loves you more than anything, his obscure love language is wrestling and roughhousing with you. And you just kinda, pick him up and plop him down on your bed to snuggle?

you looked so nonchalant and he PRAISED you because wow. He's laying on your chest while you stroke his hair and he's just mentally wondering what else you can pick up.

[cuffmeinblack]

Companion

Ominis Gaunt x gn!reader

Tags: fluff | puffskein abuse! :(

2k words

A/n: Art by @lil-grem-draws 🖤 a sort-of sequel to Sanctuary. Gregory the puffskein.

The icy grass beneath your feet crunched as you strode towards the long-abandoned camp—usually you wouldn't trouble yourself poking around empty poacher dwellings but something had caught your eye. Most valuable possessions had been cleared out, but their departure had clearly been hasty, with food and supplies strewn about and a single cage stood near a tent. You initially thought it empty, but you picked up your pace as a small brown lump came into view at the bottom of the cage, praying that it was a crumpled bag or sack of potatoes.

Your heart raced as you took in the tiny form, running the final distance and dropping to your knees. The lump was a tiny little puffskein, no more than a baby, and thankfully still alive as it shivered on the wooden floor. Your hand shook as you pulled out your wand and broke open the lock, scooping up the furry ball to inspect it. Apart from being cold, it seemed drowsy but very happy to see you—the lids of its big eyes drooping as it flicked out its long tongue to lick your face.

"It's okay, I've got you now," you whispered, bundling the puffskein in your arms and heading back to the castle as quickly as you could.

You used the nearest floo to take you directly to the Room of Requirement, the first place you could think of that was warm and had a healthy stock of beast care supplies and potions for the poorly creature. You'd deduced it was a boy, and was malnourished and running a fever, it's brown and white splodged fur rustling with the shuddering of its body.

You'd only walked a few paces before realising you weren't alone in the room—the door to the central vivarium was wide open. Grabbing a Wiggenweld potion from your store, you wound your way around the potting tables and walked through the arched doorway of the vivarium, scanning the meadow for the occupant. You found Ominis sitting in his usual spot amongst the wildflowers with Puck on his lap and a lazy smile on his face.

"You're back early."

"I am, and I need some help," you said.

Your serious tone wiped the smile from his face as he gently nudged Puck from his legs and found his way to your side.

"I have another puffskein, he's very sick. Can you hold him whilst I give him some potion?"

"Of course…perhaps we should find Professor Howin?" Ominis suggested.

"I'll go to her after lessons. But he'll be safe here, I think he just needs rest."

He nodded as you dropped the bundle into his waiting arms, bringing them closer together as he felt the weight of the puffskein.

"He's tiny," Ominis said, a small flicker of a smile crossing his lips.

"Only a baby. He'd been left behind. The camp was abandoned," you said, shaking your head.

Ominis frowned and you smiled up at his indignation. He'd grown very fond of your beasts, though he liked to pretend that his interest was academic. You poured the potion onto your finger and used it to gently push into the puffskein's mouth, dispensing the liquid onto his tongue. After a few drops, he seemed to stop shaking as the Wiggenweld took effect and he settled into Ominis' arms to sleep.

"I think you're stuck with him now, Ominis," you said with a grin.

"Hm. Well he can stay with me until I leave," he replied, gently settling back into the grass and placing the puffskein into the space on his lap that Puck had previously occupied.

Puck rolled over to see the new puffskein, and a few of your other beasts seemed to be interested as well, particularly the mooncalf herd who surveyed the new arrival inquisitively with their huge saucer-like eyes. 

"Do you want to name him?" you asked, watching Ominis gently stroke the ball of fur.

"Me? I wouldn't know what to call him."

"Whatever you like. I always struggle naming them."

"Perhaps we should wait until he's better and can guage his personality—then we can name him appropriately."

You snorted gently and smiled, placing a soft kiss on Ominis' cheek, running a hand down the back of his neck and the other settling to cup the thus far unnamed creature on his legs.

-

You consulted with Professor Howin as soon as you could that day, inviting her to see your new friend. Luckily she agreed that the puffskein likely just needed rest and good nutrition—something you were happy to provide. You spent the night in the Room of Requirement watching over the little creature before leaving for your morning lessons reluctantly, though soothed by the fact that Ominis had offered to watch over him during his free period. 

It was hard to concentrate fully on your potion brewing when your mind kept wandering back to your vivarium and its new occupant, especially the thought of him curled up in Ominis' lap. Ominis had become enamoured with your puffskeins—particularly Puck, the exuberant little creature who enjoyed nothing more than cuddling and licking whoever happened to be holding him. You'd never seen Ominis quite so relaxed as when he was in your vivarium, and you'd spent many days and sometimes nights laying in the grass with him.

After nearly burning your concoction due to distraction, you managed to scrape together a passable potion and poured it into a bottle to hand in to Professor Sharp before fleeing the classroom. You decided to head back to the Room of Requirement to check in with Ominis and walk with him to lunch. As you walked past your bubbling potions station and skimmed the dittany leaves with your fingers, you noted curiously that the viviarium door was shut.

Pushing it open, you squinted into the sunshine, searching the landscape before concluding that Ominis had left, presumably for the great hall. The fact didn't worry you, but your pulse raced as you searched the meadow for your new puffskein, combing through the tall grass carefully so as to not step on him. You even cast charms in an attempt to reveal him and enlisted the help of your other beasts, but eventually you concluded he was gone.

"Where is he?" you asked Puck, who simply rolled onto his back awaiting scratches.

You searched every inch of your vivarium and asked a worried Deek if he'd seen your puffskein, but turned up no results. Admitting defeat, you retired to the common room in the hopes of finding Ominis, but only finding Sebastian sitting on a sofa, absorbed in a book.

"Sebastian, have you seen Ominis?"

"Hm? Oh, no. He wasn't at lunch, probably gone for a nap," he said with an amused huff.

You sighed and walked quickly to the stairs, skipping over several steps in your haste towards the boys' dormitories. You gave the door in front of you a quiet knock but there was no reply, so you twisted the handle and peeked inside, glancing towards Ominis' bed. Sebastian had been right, and Ominis lay curled up on top of his bed sheets. It had always amused you how he was able to fall asleep in the strangest places at any given time—fully clothed in his own bed in the middle of the day was entirely normal by comparison. You were so distracted by his peaceful appearance that you entirely missed the tiny ball of fluff next to his left hand.

"There you are," you whispered, tiptoeing towards the bed.

The puffskein watched your approach with interest and you sat yourself on the edge of the mattress, holding out your hand. He blinked curiously and slowly shot out his long tongue, flicking it over your palm, and you grinned and suppressed a giggle at the ticklish feeling. You watched as he turned his attention back to Ominis, retracting his tongue and waving it in the air, before plunging it into the sleeping boy's nostril.

"Ah!" Ominis cried, jolting awake at the intrusion.

You burst into laughter as the puffskein continued to lap at his face and Ominis did his best to recoil, slightly dazed and dishevelled. 

“I was worried about you,” you said, scooping the little ball into your arms. “And you, don’t take him without telling me.”

“Well, Gregory had settled to sleep in my pocket by the time I left and I didn’t want to disturb him,” Ominis said with a yawn.

“Gregory? You’ve chosen Gregory?”

Ominis frowned and shook his head at your response, as if it was a perfectly acceptable name for a baby puffskein.

“He’s a refined gentleman,” he replied with a smirk.

“I see,” you laughed. “Well, he’s certainly very attached to you.”

Gregory was burrowing back into Ominis’ robe pocket, happily chirruping whilst looking up at you with his orb-like eyes. He appeared to be full of energy, after being hydrated, fed and a quick nap he looked like a brand new puffskein. His mottled brown and white fur had been brushed, and you glanced at the soft bristled brush laying on Ominis’ nightstand with a smile.

“Shall we go to Hogsmeade and get him some treats?” you asked.

Ominis nodded and carefully stood up, making sure not to jostle the comfortable puffskein too much. Apparently Gregory would be joining you on the excursion, as Ominis made no attempt to dislodge him from his pocket—in fact, he seemed perfectly content where he was, lapsing back into sleep as you started walking towards the village, relaxed by the gentle swaying of Ominis’ robes.

You grasped Ominis’ arm as you walked into the chill, wrapped in your scarves and heavy cloaks, making a beeline straight for Brood & Peck. The shop itself was just as chilly, with the low sun piercing through the opening at the back of the room. A friendly Diricawl brushed past you as you made your way to the counter, where Ellie Peck was busy scribbling notes on a piece of parchment.

“Hello, what are you after today?” she said, lifting her head.

“Do you have any puffskein treats, please?” Ominis asked.

“Yep, what flavour?”

“Ah, I’m not sure,” he said, idly patting the little lump in his pocket.

“Come this way,” Ellie said, and you guided Ominis to the corner of the room where a shelf full of hessian sacks were stacked, packed with small pellets. “We’ve all kinds here. Marmalade, peanut butter, chocolate drops, liquorice…”

Her listing was interrupted by a scuffle and quiet chirrup as Gregory poked his head out of Ominis’ robes to survey the treats, clearly picking up on their scent.

“Oh!” Ellie gasped in surprise, as Gregory’s tongue extended, delving into the bag of treats to his left.

“I er…think we’ll be buying that whole bag, then,” you said apologetically, watching the puffskein scoop the pellets into his mouth.

“Yes, I think you’d better. Likes the peanut butter ones, then,” she agreed.

Ominis chuckled and patted Gregory’s head as he munched on his treats as you wrapped up the sack and shrunk it down to fit in your pocket. The whole thing cost you dearly, but after contaminating the whole stock, you weren’t in much of a position to refuse—and Gregory’s mischievous face was hard to deny, too. You thanked Ellie and left, lacing your fingers through Ominis’ as he led you back out into the cold street.

“Are you planning on bringing Gregory back to my vivarium?” you asked, squeezing his hand.

“That entirely depends on what Gregory would like. I rather think he enjoys my company for now.”

“Puck will be jealous,” you smirked.

“Are you?” he asked teasingly, pulling his cloak tighter around himself to shield his robes from the biting wind.

“A little. Am I going to have to share our bed with him?”

“Ah, well there might lie an exception—I’d rather have you all to myself in bed,” he replied, with a kiss on your cheek and pat on his pocket.

[keri-mcberry]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Oh man, I have so manyyyy!

The one where Seb gets demoted to second best duellist 🤣

The one where Lyla accidentally sets fire to the Undercroft 🔥

The one where Lyla gets threatened by a baby mooncalf 💀

The one where Everett roasts the Slytherin Quidditch team 🧹

The one where Seb gets humbled by the Hufflepuff's defense mechanism 🤭

Honestly, I could go on. I love looking back on old art! 🫶💕

[carewyncromwell]

Day 2 (Second Wizarding War) for @hphm-ship-week

"There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination: Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish to be --

Somewhere out there, If love can see us through, Then we'll be together... Somewhere out there, Out where dreams come true..."

~"Neverland Medley" by Kenny Loggins

x~x~x~x

The Second Wizarding War was a scary time. Many people throughout Wizarding Britain went into hiding, while still others were forced to cower in place, trying desperately to hold onto some stability for themselves and their loved ones in the midst of Voldemort and the Death Eaters' reign of terror.

One of those people in hiding was the Montrose Magpies' Captain and Star Chaser, Orion Amari, and his infant daughter, Eos.

Orion had become a single father on the eve of all-out War, when his girlfriend and Eos's mother Delilah Flint left them in favor of the safety of her pureblood family's home. Because Orion was an orphan with no concrete knowledge of his ancestry, he was inevitably going to be a target, and since he refused to put up little Eos for adoption, he ultimately had to find his own way into hiding with Eos on his own. Fortunately Orion must've had some kind of guardian angel watching over him, because even when he was caught by the Muggle-Born Registration Commission and he and Eos were dragged to the Ministry, he was smuggled out by several resistance members -- including a red-haired young woman he hadn't seen in person in six years...

Orion and Eos spent the remainder of their time in hiding at the home of an elderly Squib named Arabella Figg. It wasn't exactly a comfortable arrangement. The house was rather stuffy with ugly mustard-colored carpet and flower-patterned furniture; everything smelled strongly of cabbage thanks to the many anti-arthritis tonics brewed in the kitchen; and Orion and Eos had to share a small room with Eos sleeping in a padded dresser drawer in place of a crib. But fortunately Mrs. Figg had a collection of cat/kneazle hybrids living with her, all of which immediately took to Orion and would sit on his lap for hours, if he let them. They also seemed to sense that Eos was a "human kitten" in need of protection -- the oldest of them, a black-and-gray one named Tibbles, would often let Eos sit next to him on the floor and grab lightly at clumps of his fur while she watched Mrs. Figg's television.

On Boxing Day 1998, Eos had been sitting with Tibbles on the floor in front of the television, absently watching a car crash on the evening news, when Orion picked up the remote and switched the channel.

"Something a bit more peaceful, perhaps, little Mooncalf," he said, giving his daughter's head a light pat.

He flipped the channel, moving past a boxing match and a family sitcom, before landing on what looked like a fairy, hovering over a crying baby.

Orion couldn't help but pause. The baby crying on the television interested Tibbles -- the cat's ears perked up and his pupils became slits as he listened. Eos was rather oblivious: she'd started chewing on the binky in her mouth.

"Tink..." a man spoke in voice-over. "You came and you saved me. You brought me to Neverland. You taught me to fly..."

Orion slowly eased himself down onto the sofa, watching as the fairy on the television led the baby away through the sky.

The thing on television, it turned out, was an American film called Hook, a retelling of the story of Peter Pan, from the perspective of an adult Peter going back to Neverland to save his children from his old nemesis Captain Hook. Orion watched the movie with more interest even than Eos did, his black eyes softening as Peter moved to give the sleeping Moira a kiss and even more so when he saw the older Tink, with her red hair cut rather like that young woman he hadn't seen since Hogwarts, but who saved them from the Death Eater-controlled Ministry.

"I can see why you have trouble finding a happy thought...so many sad memories, Peter..."

"…Do you…not have a family, Orion?"

That girl who would become that woman's eyes had also been so sad, realizing this. As if she'd taken Orion's whole life into her own chest and felt the loneliness collected over eleven whole years all at once, in that one moment. As if for however much sadness she herself might've known, the thought of not having a family was so horrible to her, she could hardly fathom it...

"What's this that's playing?" asked Mrs. Figg as she came into the room with a tea service. After watching a bit, she smiled. "Oh, that's Robin Williams, isn't it? I remember him -- he was on that one episode of Happy Days, playing the alien. He's a funny Muggle..."

Orion nodded without really paying much mind. He was too focused on the television, and on the happy family scene of Peter holding his baby son Jack for the first time.

For a moment, he was back in that Healers' ward, holding Eos for the first time. Cradling a little bundle of sunshine he was terrified of holding wrong, but who somehow made him feel braver and stronger than he knew anyone could feel.

"I know why I came back -- I know why I grew up. ...I wanted to be a father..."

With a smile, Orion brought a hand up to wipe the moisture from his eyes before he leaned forward, scooping up Eos so he could bring her into his lap. He watched the rest of Hook with his infant daughter in his lap, a smile on his face and -- at least one more time, when all of the Lost Boys, Peter's children, and especially Tinker Bell spoke of their belief in Peter -- some more traces of tears.

"…Maybe you can’t believe in yourself yet…but I hope you know just how many people do believe in you."

Something about Tink in this movie really reminded Orion of her.

By the time the movie was finally over, Eos had fallen asleep in her father's lap. Orion picked up the remote and turned off the television, before scooping Eos up into his arms and heading to their room to lay her down for a nap in her comfy little dresser drawer bed.

Upon his return, Mrs. Figg poured Orion a cup of tea and the two talked a bit more seriously.

"I've not received much word at all from the outside," Mrs. Figg admitted somberly. "Save for some notes hidden in my usual package of baked goods...I really do hope I'll have the chance to thank Miss Flume for her kindness..."

"She sustains us with good food as well as news, and for that, we must be grateful," Orion agreed.

He glanced at the window. The blinds were just about always drawn these days -- Orion suspected Mrs. Figg was afraid her Muggle neighbors would catch wind of her and Eos staying there.

Mrs. Figg sipped her tea. "Yes...Miss Flume said that it has been difficult for her to obtain news about Hogwarts, but fortunately it sounds like her contact at the Ministry is still intact."

Orion perked up, interested. "At the Ministry? Do you mean Carewyn Cromwell?"

"Cromwell?" said Mrs. Figg, startled. "No, no — I believe it’s a Potterwatch correspondent, though I forget which one..."

"Ah, yes. Of course."

Orion wished he didn't feel quite so disappointed. He feigned nonchalance as he took another sip of his tea.

"I've heard of the name Carewyn Cromwell, though,” Mrs. Figg said thoughtfully. "I think Professor Dumbledore mentioned she was a lawyer at the Ministry..."

Orion nodded. "Carewyn Cromwell was meant to be an advocate. Since we first met, her thought has always been to support and help others…whether to replace an injured player on the pitch or to break curses plaguing a school."

Even if Carewyn would've undoubtedly been happier living a calmer, more peaceful life, she'd always placed others' needs first. Much like that red-haired fairy who loved the boy she'd rescued so much that she was willing to say goodbye to him forever, if it meant he and his family would be happy…

"Sounds like you greatly esteem her," Mrs. Figg said with a raised eyebrow.

Orion looked away to obscure his smile. "It'd be hard not to."

Tufty the cat "made biscuits" on Orion’s thigh as she settled into his lap. Orion gave the yellow Kneazle cat a light scratch under the chin.

"Arabella," Orion said after a long moment, "would it be possible for you to send a message back with Miss Flume, when she sends along her next package?"

Mrs. Figg blinked. "Well, I — I suppose." Her lips turned up knowingly. "…Do you wish to give her something to send along for Miss Cromwell?"

"There's nothing in particular I want to send," Orion said noncommittally. "I merely was contemplating the feasibility of the matter."

Mrs. Figg looked a bit skeptical as she rested down her empty cup down on her saucer.

"Yes, well, if you…change your mind on that, I daresay Miss Flume's contact would send something along, if you wanted. Goodness knows we all have felt a bit disconnected from the ones we love as of late…"

She got up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen with the remnants of her tea service, leaving Orion alone to finish his tea. Putting down his own cup, he glanced at the blind-covered window again, his hand absently ruffling the fur beside the purring Tufty’s ears.

It would be silly to reach out to Carewyn just because he was thinking of her, Orion told himself. He didn’t really know what he’d want to say, really — "I saw this character in this Muggle movie tonight and she made me think of you" seemed like a rather trite sentiment under the circumstances. If all it took was sending Carewyn an owl, then he would've thought nothing of it, but it was risky enough for Miss Flume and her contacts to send any messages at all, let alone for non-emergencies.

Still Orion couldn’t fully put the thought away as he sat alone in the living room, petting Tufty the Kneazle cat and sipping his tea.

x~x~x~x

That next week Talbott Winger dropped off a croissant wrapped in a napkin and a coffee on his friend Carewyn’s desk at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Inside the napkin was scrawled a doodle that resembled the Reparifarge wand movement.

When Carewyn closed her office door and unTransfigured the napkin, she was left with a small piece of yellow, flower-printed note paper with two short lines of messy, loopy handwriting on it.

I believe in you. Orion

Carewyn read it twice, and then a third time. Finally she took a heavy breath, and her red lips spread into a strained, emotional smile as she gently folded the note and tucked it away safely in her purse.

After a whole week of having to sit in on Umbridge's sham trials and not being able to stop them, knowing that there were people out there, even in hiding, who still had faith in her was a comfort Carewyn could hardly put into words.

[hoarding-niffler]

Some pictures from the Hogwarts Legacy Art Book!  I love Nifflers. They have such pretty colours and are so SQUISHY. 

Also please be just as scared as I am of the Mooncalf concept art. The baby Mooncalf however? ADORBS. 

And it’s such a shame there is art of a baby phoenix but seemingly not one ingame... or I missed something essential ._. 

[charmedcleric]

I NEED more leta lore, do you have any fun facts about our favorite girlie? 👉🏻👈🏻

Of course! I’d love to talk more about my girlie. I have a couple of little random bits of lore I can talk about! Thank you for asking lovely 🥹

1. She LOVES baby mooncalfs, she’ll cry over them she loves them that much. Like she’s a strong girl but put a baby mooncalf in front of her and she’s a mess

2. She loves gossiping with ominis, it’s her favourite past time, chuck Imelda in the mix and now it’s a gossip party lmao

3. She is quite protective over her friends and family. This stems from leta watching her mum get treated differently throughout her childhood (as her mother is a squib) She would also see her dad get protective over her mother so she gets that trait from her dad (good one to have)

4. I’ve mentioned this before but she has a coffee addiction like it’s bad, the girl needs help. It doesn’t help that Sebastian is basically the same (i headcanon that he loves coffee) so the two of them are like hyper gremlins sometimes

5. She is quite insecure when it comes to relationships and friendships, she feels like she is too much to handle and she doesn’t want to burden people with her problems especially after fifth year (not so fun fact but oops)

6. Leta sleep talks. She speaks three different languages so her sleep talk will go between French, Gaelic and English lol

7. She has a thigh holster type thing that she puts her wand and a hunting knife in at all times cause you know gotta be prepared for anything (she’s lowkey insane, love her though)

8. In their relationship, she is older than Sebastian yet she is the shorter one which he loves to tease her about constantly

[wraithowl]

A Dance in the Moonlight

Onyx and Chiara had been dating for quite some time, and Chiara's birthday was on its way. Onyx wanted to something very special for her, but she had no idea what.

" Flowers? No. Too cliche. Chocolate? Ugh. Come on, Onyx. You're smart.You two have been living together for almost a year. Figure out something. Poetry? Damn, I'm starting to sound a lot like Talbott. I need to do something extra special for her."

" Mmmm." Onyx looked over at her girlfriend, who was sleeping soundly in their bed. Onyx had woken up early and couldn't go back to sleep, so she decided to work on her creature book. She came to her section on mooncalves. Then she had a idea.

" Onyx?" Chiara called out sleepily." Where are you?"

"Here, baby. Did I wake you up?"

" No. I'm just cold. Could you come back to bed?" Chiara asked. Onyx obliged and cuddled up close to her precious mate. The past year had rough for Chiara. She quit her job and had to cut ties with most of her family due to her werewolf status. Her dad and grandma kept in contact with her though,which was a blessing. Onyx and her grandparents welcomed Chiara with open arms and treated her as one of their own.The couple eventually moved to Romania with Charlie, which,thankfully for both of the werewolves, had no werewolf laws.

That evening, after Onyx was finished with her safety lecture at the dragon sanctuary, she bid farewell to Charlie and went down to one of the local shops to look for a moonstone. She eventually found what she was looking for when something caught her eye. A ring with the moon phases on it. It was almost similar to her mother's wedding ring. Onyx felt her scars hurt and tears well up at the thought of her parents. They would've spoiled Chiara rotten.Onyx smiled at the thought and entered the shop to buy the ring. It was the perfect birthday gift for her perfect angel.

"Honey, I'm home." Chiara walked in the doorway of their gothic cabin.Borf and Pucá, Onyx's kneazle, rushed over to greet her. It warmed her heart to know that Onyx's animals never judged her for being a werewolf. Most animals could sense what she was. Chiara chalked it up to the fact that it was because all of the animals in Onyx's sanctuary were raised by a werewolf.

" Hey. Chi. How's your day been?"

" Good. The little ones were talking nonstop about how much they loved playing with your nifflers." Nifflers were normally very destructive kleptomaniacs,but it seemed Onyx's nifflers only took things when she needed them too. It was something that baffled everyone else back home.

" Good I'm glad." Onyx looked at her with tired eyes, as if she was working nonstop on a huge project.

" Baby, are you ok? You look worn down." Chiara asked, placing her hand on her cheek, running her thumb over one of her scars.

" Oh yes, pumpkin. I'm fine. I was working on something special for your birthday. I know you've had a real rollercoaster of a year, so I wanted to put together something special for you."

" Aww."

" Chiara Lobosca, would you do the honor of accompanying me to a special mooncalf dance tomorrow night."

" I would love too, my love. Your mooncalves were one of the many perks of our full moon dates." Chiara smiled.

"After everything that's happened here recently, you deserve a special date."

" I would be honored. As much as it saddens me, at least I won't have to hear stupid werewolf jabs and insults."

" No, tomorrow night is all about you, my angel. You deserve every bit of it."

The two werewolves then kissed passionately, which was then followed by a full night of passionate romance.

The next morning, Chiara got a letter from her father wishing her a happy birthday. Onyx looked on as Chiara read the letter with a sad smile on her face. She could tell her parents' divorce and the falling out she had with her mother were weighing on her mind.Onyx would never forget the screaming match that had erupted and nearly shattered the windows.

"So, how's your dad doing?" Onyx asked cautiously.

" Bout as well as can be expected.He moved out to go stay with Nona after we left for Romania." Chiara sighed.

" He and Mum had quite a row from what he told me. Bigger than the one she and I had."

" I'm sorry to hear that. Are you okay?"

"I will be. I just wish that it didn't have to come to this."

" I know,my love. It'll get better hopefully. How about dinner tonight while we watch the mooncalves."

"That sounds excellent. Thank you so much. For everything."

" Oh look, more letters. This time from our old friends and my family."

"Will you read them with me?"

"Absolutely."

After a day of reading birthday letters and munching on a rock cake that Hagrid sent over, Chiara and her wonderful birthday date made their way to the mooncalf fields to get ready for their date. When the night came, Onyx whistled for the mooncalves to come out.One by one, they circled around the two werewolves.

"Alright, boys and girls. Get ready AND GO!" With that, Onyx stuck the moonstone into the sacred pillar and the couple watched as the mooncalves put on a spectacular dance of magic moonlight. After they were finished, Onyx flew on her hippogriff so she could trace the mooncalf design on a piece of parchment. When she came back down, she gifted the piece of parchment to Chiara. Chiara looked at the piece of parchment and smiled at what had to have been the most beautiful drawing of her she had ever seen. But the biggest surprise had to have been when she saw Onyx on one knee with the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.

"Happy birthday,Chiara Lobosca. The most beautiful woman in the world. Will you marry me?"

Chiara nearly broke down with the most happiest tears.

"Yes."

With that, after everything,the two passionately kissed with an audience of mooncalves surrounding them.

[ask-professor-fig]

Can you please answer 6 for the tired author? Just to test a theory 😉

6. Favorite and least favorite professor.

You manage to catch me after class with Professor Howin. I finished brushing a baby mooncalf and was cleaning up the tools our classmates had failed to pack away. I decided not to share my frustrations about them at this point in time. We walked back to the castle together as it was nearing time for lunch. "I'll be honest with you... I've always loved history, truly, but for the life of me I cannot enjoy a single one of Professor Binns' classes. I feel horrible for it! I know he's bound here, and he's a wealth of knowledge but he reminds me of an old instructor I had before I came to Hogwarts. I never learned a thing from that man either... so it's not that I don't like Professor Binns' I just... I wish I could retain more from his class." I blush slightly. I really do hate picking favorites and least favorites. I was purposefully avoiding answering the other half of the question for a little longer, enjoying our walk for as long as possible. Of course I had an obvious answer for it, and I was sure anyone with two eyes could see it. Professor Fig and I had spent quite some time together outside of class hours, both on campus and off of school grounds as well. He had taken me under his wing since he came for me before the school year started, when he began tutoring me in four years of magical education with a second-hand wand. Sure, he had been instructed to by the headmaster, but I had sensed from early on that he actually cared for me more than he had originally intended to. It was a unique bond, founded on trust and experience that not many would be able to share in their lifetime. However I couldn't just say all of this to you. There was a level of secrecy to all of this that we had to uphold, especially with the threat of Ranrok and the rebellion still looming over our heads. I had to keep him safe... I had to keep you all safe... "As for my favorite... I'll be honest, I don't like picking favorites, but I will say I've always had an increased interest in potions compared to the rest of the curriculum. Professor Sharp makes the class incredibly interesting while not letting us forget the dangers of the craft, and his history as an auror is incredibly gripping as well... I guess if I was forced to pick a favorite I suppose it would be him." I was rambling by the end of it all, but there it was. We parted with a smile and a nod. I had lost my appetite and decided to leave the Great Hall. Maybe I would take a quick flight off grounds, clear my head a bit...

[anto-pops]

and every time the baby kicks and moves in her tummy, sebastian turns into a mooncalf. dances around her and has the biggest googly eyes on his face. he puts his hands on her belly and it's like they are communicating with each other. it's magical.

"yes, you are right mommy is the best! she carries you like a kangaroo. what's a kangaroo you ask? that's a muggle animal. i will show them to you one day when you are there. but now you gotta let mommy sleep a little. take a nap with her. i love you more than everything. can't wait to hold you in my arms buddy."

I had just enough time to recover from the first few asks you sent and you follow up with THIS ??? Call an ambulance. I'm deceased.

[catohphm]

Weekend With The Grays Day 5 Prompt - Archery

Evening all! This is another addition of mine for @endlessly-cursed's fun Weekend With The Grays event for Hogwarts Legacy, who I thank for hosting it. Prim is her OC, while Malcolm who is mentioned here, is @gaygryffindorgal's OC. Bella belongs to @mjs-oc-corner.

Little Danny growing up in West Virginia pretended he was Robin Hood while playing in the woods with his brother. The only thing he wished he had then was a bow and some arrows. It was perhaps for the best then given his age. They weren’t toys, and the risk of them getting hurt with them wasn’t worth it. Such times were well gone eventually. As teenagers they matured and learned how to channel and control their magical strength. It paralleled their growth as people.

The dreams Danny had as a little boy came true when he was an older kid studying at Hogwarts. He got to learn the art of the bow and arrow in his time at Winbourne. The good eye he had for croquet also made its presence on the range. His shot was sharp and he ended up in close competition with others in the sport. Danny also practiced on his own during his stays. He enjoyed the feeling of lining up the arrow and letting it fly.

A bow was a simple but versatile device with much of a place in place as it was in war. Armies all over favored the weapon until gunpowder and firearms became advanced and affordable to the masses. Yet as a weapon originating from primitive times, the bow remained a common sight in various places around the globe. Within the magical world, the bow kept its place in groups such as the centaurs and the sport of archery.

This year’s Christmas holiday at the estate, Danny would get to shoot some arrows once again. Lady Prim and Lord Malcolm were setting up a range of bullseye targets for their guests. Bird hunting was also a pastime at estates far and wide, but considerations for her condition encouraged a time-honored classic from millennia. People were to be firing a single quiver of arrows in volley. One quiver per each round. The extent of each shooter’s skill and practice would be visible by the end of the contest.

Danny and Bella chatted for a little before the range was ready. 

“I've been really looking forward to this, Bella.”

“How so? Is it because of those Robin Hood you had when you were as small as a baby mooncalf?” she asked in a lighthearted tone.

“What?” he quipped as he giggled “I've gotten leagues above that. I just love shooting a bow now.”

“I know you like to be humble somewhat, but you can speak your mind to me. My ears’ open. I ain't gonna judge my Danny on that.”

“Neither you don’t need to worry about any of that from me.” he said in response.

Bella was satisfied. “Great answer, my love. So, what's one of those memories you were thinking about.”

Danny looked up before he spoke. “I even had a hat like what Robin Hood wore in the old story books. Sadly, it was windy that day and, well the wind swept it off my head.”

Curiosity peaked, Bella raised her eyebrows. “Did you ever get your hat back?”

“No. The hat disappeared into the trees. I went with my brother to look for it but he told me to let it go and led me back out.”

“Aww, that must've been terrible when you were younger.”

“It was. The hat I think was handmade too. I stopped playing as if I was Robin Hood for a little while after that.”

Bella thought of something. “Well now, Danny, about that. Perhaps we can make new memories. It's easy to think so, but I feel it's more worthwhile to leave the past where it is and follow new opportunities.”

“So we're on the same hill.” A horn went off just as he finished.

“I think they're ready now. Can't wait to see what you can do with a bow and bundle of arrows.” Bella told her love with some excitement as they left for the range.”

-

The last round of the archery contest was nearing it's end. Danny was on his last shot. He readied the arrow and pulled back the arrow. “Last one better land it too.” he muttered before he took a deep breath, aimed, and let it fly.

It jumped off the string as it rebounded and pierced the winter air at high momentum before disappearing among the cluster of arrows in the target. Everyone went to inspect their targets after the round concluded. Bella joined Danny at his target. 

“You seem to have it on point, they're all around the bullseye. And wait… you got one right in the center.”

“Oh? That must've been my last arrow. Getting a total bullseye only seemed like a dream. I never thought much of it, I mean.”

Bella approached and complimented Danny as she kissed him on the cheek. “That was amazing still, and deserves some recognition.”

“Thanks so much, dear.”

Prim then walked up to see how well he did as she was inspecting the results of each of the guests.

“Congratulations on making it right in the middle, Danny. That doesn't happen a lot.” she praised.

“It's much appreciated, my lady.” I may have a lot of practice but there was still luck in there too.”

“You can still take some pride in it. You're still a good shot, no matter what. Luck alone couldn't pull that off.” she told him.

“In another way of speaking, you're right on the mark like your childhood hero, Robin Hood. Need proof? We have right it here. You can hang your hat on it.” she laughed. They all happily agreed.

[ask-deek]

Dear Deek,

In honor of your birthday, I decided to draw Pixie! Sorry if it's not the best. It was my first time drawing a Puffskein, but I did try. 😅

I hope your birthday has been the best birthday ever, and that you got everything you wished for! And if you want, we could have a little party in the Vivarium, and we could invite others like Poppy, Natty, Sebastian, and Garreth! (And the rest of them, of course. I would rather not have Marvolo in the Vivarium, but if you really want him there I will allow it because it is for your birthday.)

As well as the drawing of Pixie, I decided to send my favorite picture of you as well.

- Ebony

*Gasps*

You drew a picture of Pixie for Deek?!?!

*Quickly takes the picture and hangs it up in his little nook, along with a couple of other choice pictures he has recently chosen from his friends*

*He steps back, admires the picture once more and claps*

Deek thinks you are very talented, perhaps you could teach Deek how to draw too?

*Tilts his head, giving you the biggest baby mooncalf eyes he can muster*

Thank you so much for your birthday wishes. Deek would love a party with all of you, Deek feels so loved!! 😭🥰

💚💙❤️💛

[hannysarang]

Control // Twenty Eight.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 28 ————————

Using Draco’s laying body as support, Hermione slid up and down in an almost agonisingly slow pace. 

Looking down and watching her cunt swallow his cock, he was left speechless, body trembling beneath her. 

“You're gonna have to keep listing the potions ingredients or you’re going to end up cumming without my permission,” she reminded him when he stayed silent for a little too long. 

“Essence of Murtlap,” he immediately started again. “Scales of a Chinese Fireball.”

“God,” she chuckled, breathing short. “You’re such a potions nerd.”

“Infusion of Wormwood,” he strained, tempted to move his hips to quicken the pace. “Porcupine quills.”

“You want me to go faster, don’t you,” she asked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lip. 

Draco nodded, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “I also want to touch your tits. Touching them won’t stop my ability to keep listing ingredients.”

He watched as a short debate happened in her head, the side arguing for him clearly winning as she whispered a countercharm, making the ropes evaporate into thin air. 

Immediately, his hand went out to grab her luscious nipple. The other rested on her waist, gripping it tight. When he squeezed her nipple between his fingers, she let out a string of profanities mixed with moans.

“Mistletoe berries. Label quills,” he quickly said, trying to calm himself down. “Billywig- Fuck. Billywig sting.”

With a teasing smirk, Hermione flipped them over and lay on her back. Hands on his biceps, she commanded, “Thrust.”

Eagerly, he did so with moans and grunts escaping his lips.

Fuck. He was too close. 

“Powdered billywig wings,” he continued, stopping his motions with a seizing body. “Dried Niffler nose.”

“Good boy,” she complimented, fingers running through his blond hair. 

“Fuck, that was close,” he mentioned in a shaking voice. “Please, Hermione.”

“I’m having too much fun,” she shrugged.

He stayed there, kneeling and unmoving between her legs, still trying to calm down because he was unsure he’d be able to hold things back if he started thrusting again. 

“Draco,” she warned. “Fuck me.”

“Streaker shell,” he groaned even before he started moving again. 

Grabbing her hips and sliding out, he listed another: “Ground scarab beetles.”

Using his hips to thrust, he reentered Hermione in one swift and quick motion, clearly hitting her in just the right spot because she let out a shriek, eyes rolling back. 

The sight of Hermione in pleasure made Draco’s cock throb inside of her, begging to cum. 

“Mooncalf dung,” he said with a shaking voice. “Sliced caterpillars. Unicorn blood.”

Now moving at a steady pace, Draco’s eyes roamed Hermione’s body as her tits bounced up and down and her face displayed pure pleasure with her mouth gaping open. 

“Baneberry.”

“Oh, fuck. Draco, you feel so good,” she gasped, the grip on his biceps getting tighter. “Oh my God, you’re doing so good.”

She had to stop telling him things like that if she wasn’t going to give him permission to cum. “Dried nettles. Dragonfly thoraxes. Hermione, please.”

“You feel so good inside of me,” she continued, completely ignoring his pleas.

“Please, please, please,” he begged. “Eel eyes.”

Moving her hips to match his movements, Hermione met him half way as he fucked her — as she let him fuck her. 

“Flobberworm flesh. Fire crab shells,” he strained with a trembling voice, barely able to speak anymore. “Fairy wings.”

“I’m so close, baby!” she cried out. “Yes, yes, right there!”

Now unable to speak at all, Draco could only watch as Hermione brought her hands to her breasts, toying with her own nipples as Draco desperately pounded into her. 

Just as he was about to slow down so that he wouldn’t climax, she warned him, “Don’t slow down.”

So he couldn’t. 

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