#beast x sebastian

[ladymally]

Happy SebaBeast Love Day! <3 It's the anniversary of when Sebastian spent the night with Beast: February 8th, 1889.

You cannot convince me Sebastian was not experiencing afterglow! He was practically beaming! I thought he might float up to heaven.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Can you make a wedding mood board of mally x Sebastian?

I've decided to kill to birds with one stone~!

I also made a normal ship moodboard-

HEADCANONS:

Their wedding would be held in the mid-Fall to late-Winter, both somewhat love the season most and it was done in a field with a townhouse as the afterparty place

They both really didn't plan for vows but more so still did them to promise each other many things in which Sebastian is more than aware she'd keep and Beast is 100X aware he would never lie

Despite how awkward it may have been if this was talked back then, Joker walked Beast down the aisle to him while Agni stood as Sebastian's best man (RIP for this AU now being sad cause these people are d-)

No matter AU, these are their songs:

okay this would be doll x ciel but WHATEVER-

Look, same as the previous, and I don't like Justine but COME ON-

During the ceremony they did small sprinkles of some sort of demon traditions of something similar where Sebastian's from of a strong immortal bond of two beings

So Betty might now be here in this AU but they ended up getting a cat and instead of a flower girl they had the cat run across the aisle with flower petals fall off their little basket collar and so many hearts melt

How that proposal happened:

Sebastian and Beast ended up reunited after shit went down in a AU where Ciel and Sebastian ended up helping the circus escape instead of murder and one day he just stared at her

"Marry me..."

Beast was surprised and tried to laugh it off but Sebastian took her hand

"I'm dead serious. I want to marry you, I desire nothing more... I long to ease deeper under your spell against me... I can't picture a life without you my dear... So please... marry me..."

So ye-

Not long after did they get the news they're expecting with some kittens for their Pride.

[sebastians-niffler]

Judge of Character | Sebastian Sallow x GN Hufflepuff

(REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none! absolute fluffy goodness for my first post on this page c:

Summary: When professor Howin assigns a task on caring of a niffler, Sebastian has a bit of a hard time. That is, until you give him the confidence he had hidden all along.

“Now, just gently tickle their belly: like this,” professor Howin demonstrated as her finger tips grazed over the nifflers stomach, earning a giggle from the creature. You slowly and gently let your fingertips graze the light brown patch that covered the creatures otherwise dark, chocolate brown colored fur. As your fingertips tickled the beast, it began to wriggle in delight as various coins and rubies began to slip out of their pouch. “Very well done! Ten points to Hufflepuff!” Professor Howin stood by your side as your niffler had sat back up to collect their shiny belongings and also managed to sneak your own personal bracelet clean off your wrist while you were smiling at the professor.

“Oh come on you bloody rat!” You heard a familiar voice shout from the table towards the kneazle pens. “I thought you were supposed to like this, why am I wasting my time with you,” frustrated grunts filled the air as the boy took the creature by its toes and hung it upside down. “Perhaps because you are torturing the poor thing, Sebastian” Ominis spoke up as he tried to stifle a snicker behind his hand. Ominis reached his hand out to feel around the table to cradle his niffler in one hand while he tucked his wand into his robe before gently tickling onto the creature's soft tuft of blue fur. “See?” The blonde boy smirked in Sebastian's general direction, earning a growl of jealousy in response. “You know, Sebastian, they say that creatures are a good judge of character.” Ominis started as he began to laugh through his words.

“Perhaps, you could assist your Slytherin friend with his niffler? I think he needs a more… gentle approach?” professor Howin raised her eyebrows as he forced herself to look away from the scene and back towards you. “Once you have taken care of that, you are free to spend the rest of class time as you’d please. I know you have been wanting to spend some more time with the new baby thestrals.” With a delighted smile and an eager nod in response, you thanked the professor before slowly stalking toward your friends. You gently place a hand on Ominis lower back so as to not startle him as you sneak up on Sebastian. “I thought I heard you struggling over here,” you began as you smiled through your words, placing a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. “Oh Merlin, finally, a voice of reason that Sebastian will actually listen to.” Ominis pressed his hands together in prayer as he lifted his head to the sky. “That bloody rat trusted the one that couldn’t even see it over me, the one that was doing exactly like everyone else did!” Sebastian pouted, looking over to Ominis to see if he had offended him with his spurt of jealousy. “Sebastian, you just need to be more patient. It will learn to trust you; we both did…” Ominis whispered soothingly as he gave his friend a reassuring pat on the back. “Ominis is right, Sebastian. These creatures don’t understand things the way we do. They don’t inherently know that we don’t mean any harm. You have seen the poachers all around in high volumes lately first hand!” You started as you gently slipped the niffler into your hands and nuzzled its beak with your nose. “For all they know, we are no better than those nasty nasty poachers, right?” You spoke in a baby-talk sort of tone to the niffler before pulling back and smiling genuinely at your friends. “Now, hold your hands in a little cup like this,” you held up your hands so he could watch closely, Sebastian shuffling to stand beside you so he could watch your exact movements. “Very good! Now, slowly just let it get used to you before you start moving.” You gently slid the niffler from your hands into his, the creature sniffing his fingers before nuzzling into his palm.

After a few moments, the niffler was in delight as Sebastian began to tickle their light tuft of brown fur. “Look at it! I think they actually like it!” Sebastian's smile gleamed in the dimming sunset as he turned to look at your for approval. “I knew you could do it, you just needed an extra hand.” You smiled and placed your hands under Sebastians, caressing his knuckles with your thumbs. A bright flush of red spread across the boy's cheeks before setting the niffler back onto the table and scratching nervously at the back of his neck. “I’m going to get a head start to the great hall for supper, but I will save a seat for the both of you. Don’t dally on your way back.” Ominis smiled as he retrieved his wand from his robes, the tip flashing red to lead the boy towards the castle. It was clear that your friend knew you wanted a moment alone from the blush now spreading to your cheeks as well. “Would you like to see the new baby thestral? Professor Howin gave me a key to their den so I could give them some food and brush them before the class gets to see them next week. I wouldn’t mind the company.” You insisted, nudging your elbow into Sebastian's arm. The boy smiled and nodded in excitement as he watched you turn towards the den, sheepishly letting his hand brush yours as you walked. You took a deep breath as if to swallow any ounce of courage in the air and let your fingers interlace with him as you walked toward the den, a smile forcing itself to spread across your lips.

“It still hurts me to know that you can see thestrals too,” Sebastian started as he opened the door to the den, letting you walk in first before he quickly trailed behind and let the door close behind him. “That makes two of us. But, it at least makes me happy to be able to see these little guys.” You smiled as you kneeled down, gently stroking the back of the creature's mother before doing the same to the new baby. “Absolutely beautiful and misunderstood creatures.” You muttered to yourself as you smiled at the now yawning baby thestral. “Are all Hufflepuffs this good with beasts? Or was Ominis right about creatures being a good judge of character?” Sebastian chuckled as he knelt down beside you, his hands in his lap. You let out a soft chuckle before grabbing his hand on your own and guiding it to the back of the thestral. “Maybe a bit of both,” you shrugged as you slowly let go of the boy's hand, watching him gently stroke the back of the creature. “I guess even creatures need their own emotional support Hufflepuff,” Sebastian joked as he jokingly poked at your side, earning a wriggle out of you before setting your head on his shoulder. “They will have to find their own, you’re mine.”

[arthenaa]

Roots - S.S & O.G

SEBASTIAN SALLOW X READER X OMINIS GAUNT

PLOT SUMMARY: After an eventful fifth year, Ominis and Sebastian seems to be the people who know the hero of Hogwarts the best. Approached by an interested third year, the two best friends seem to realize they don’t know anything at all about Y/N beyond school.

DISCLAIMER: Hogwarts Legacy Spoilers, Canon divergent, can be read as platonic or romantic, Scamander brothers and Leta Lestrange is in this, mentions of Fantastic Beast plot, (i rewatched fantastic beasts ok and i love the scamander brothers so bad and I love these boys sm so I’m putting them in one fic), setting is set on FB era but with the the same teachers in HL, mentions of bad home environment on MC’s past, MC is a half blood, MC vents her feelings, im mostly spewing shit out of my ass in this one, she/her pronouns and feminine terms are used.

Out of the trio, Y/N has always received the most attention. Due to her great efforts and contribution to the defeat of Ranrok and saving the wizarding world, eyes are constantly on her and whispers of her achievements flutter around the halls of the castle. This had never bothered Ominis and Sebastian of course. They had always seen you as the flustered and clumsy fifth year walking up to the podium to be sorted. You had always been the center of their attention. They had been with you through most of your ups and downs during your first year as a 5th year in Hogwarts. Stuck with you through various situations and had defended you from those who had tried to harm you and so they had the honorary badge of being called your “best friends.” They took pride in being the people closest to you and it would sometimes be borderline possessive according to Imelda Reyes but Sebastian simply rolls his eyes and tells her to bugger off. That was what they thought, until recently.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know anything about her at all?” Yrma’s face forms a look of disappointment. Ominis cringes at her tone before Sebastian makes a noise of disagreement.

“So?”

Yrma Greenland glances between the two as they stand in silence. The third year had been an avid fan of the Hero of Hogwarts after witnessing her magical prowess against raiders and poachers during an eventful night of trying to rescue a niffler. It almost made her cry as Y/N approaches her with an angelic smile. She had been trying to get to know more about Y/N Y/L/N and given that she was part of the Hogwarts School Journalism Club, it would be beneficial to her job as a journalist (definitely as journalist ….. and not for herself …) to know about her subject’s background.

“W-we do know stuff about her! Besides, why should we tell you? Isn’t this invasion of privacy?” Sebastian retorts as he leans against the pillar. Yrma rolls her eyes at the idiocy.

“I’m a journalist, I have to get information one way or another. What’s this stuff you know then?” She presses on.

“She likes monochromatic colors.” Ominis starts. “Quite skilled in Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“Loathes the pumpkin juice at the Great Hall. Has a specific chair in the common room that nobody dares to touch for some reason.” Sebastian adds. Ominis nods in agreement. 

“When she’s nervous, she wrings her hands to keep her grounded. Loves to twirl her wand like a pen for some odd reason. A beast magnet. She can sleep anywhere as well. Did you know she once slept standing very still—“ 

“I do not want to hear about your obsession with Y/N Y/L/N.” Yrma halts Ominis’s ramblings about the witch with a furious look. “I’m talking about her background. Where’d she come from? Is she a half-blood, pure or muggleborn. THAT’s what I’m looking for.” 

The two Slytherins look at the Ravenclaw with a baffled look. Yrma can only stare at them with an amused look.

“Seriously? Two years and you two don’t know anything?”

“I mean she hasn’t talked about it!” Sebastian tries to defend himself. He turns to Ominis who looks like Salazar Slytherin had asked him to commit crimes worthy of Azkaban. “Ominis? Did she tell you anything at all?”

“…I always assumed that she was muggleborn.”

“So I take that you know nothing at all?” Yrma sighs. A chill runs down both of their backs at the revelation. “Some best friends you two must be.”

Yrma grumbles in disappointment on not being able to get information about the Hero of Hogwarts before leaving the pair. Ominis and Sebastian only wallow in their misery in silence.

“I can’t believe this Ominis.” Sebastian’s voice is weak. Ominis nods in agreement. It was never brought up throughout your stay in Hogwarts. Everyone was also quite open with their backgrounds so it was never an option to be brought up in a conversation. Your achievements have overshadowed your personal background as a young witch. No one had even questioned your blood status or where you had come from. Sure it was discussed when you had first entered as a late student but that too had been overshadowed by the dragon attack you and Professor Fig had endured. Somehow, you had become something they knew so well and knew nothing about at the same time.

“At this point, I’m just curious about it.” Ominis breaks the silence. Sebastian glances at his friend before nodding. Why would you not bring it up though? You had experienced Sebastian’s family situation, listened to Ominis’s complaints about his crazy family. It should’ve been an opportunity to bring up but you had always listened rather than talked. Surely, you would’ve talked about it if you felt comfortable enough with them right?

Right?

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 “Why do you two looked like someone pissed in your butterbeer and manipulated you into thinking that it’s not piss?” Imelda Reyes looks down at the two Slytherin boys lounging in the common room with frowns in their faces.

 “Gross. You needn’t be so crass on your comparisons.” Ominis groans. Imelda rolls her eyes as she sets her broom down beside the couch before sitting in front of the fireplace. 

“I hear people from the ministry are coming to visit.” Imelda starts as she looks back at the two. “Some sort of assessment, I suppose.”

“From the ministry?” This catches Sebastian’s attention. “Why?”

“Not sure.” Imelda shrugs. “I think it’s because of Professor Hecat and her assistant. What’s his name?”

“Dumbledore.” Ominis flatly replies from his seat on the couch. 

Imelda furrows her eyebrows as she stares back and forth between the two. “Seriously? What is the problem with you both?” 

Ominis sighs before properly sitting up. Sebastian on the other hand continues to flail in his seat. The young Gaunt feels his wand as he contemplates his thoughts before asking Imelda a question.

“Do you know anything about Y/N?”

Imelda tilts her head in confusion. “She’s a Slytherin and gifted with the broom—Wait, why are you asking me that question? Shouldn’t you two know the answer?”

“Not that, Imelda.” Sebastian chimes in as he sits up, elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “I meant about her as a person.”

Imelda falls silent for a few moments before she lets out a huff of amusement. “Merlin.”

“Right?!” Sebastian whines before slumping back on the couch. “I don’t understand how we both barely know anything about her despite knowing her for 2 years. I mean, I knew Ominis wet his bed when he was 9 within the first 3 months of my first year!”

“Sebastian!” Ominis flushes in embarrassment. Imelda chuckles at the information.

“Well, I mean. The gal’s a powerhouse. I doubt people would be focused about her roots rather than her achievements.” Imelda replies. “I thought you two would know more about her considering you two hover like a hawk.”

“I do not do that.” Ominis retorts. Imelda nudges his knee before laughing.

“Yeah, didn’t know you were quite humorous, Ominis.” Imelda teases. Ominis turns his head towards her, sending a glare to her direction.

“I’m just kind of concerned why she hasn’t told us anything…” Sebastian quietly responds as he watches the fire flicker in front of him.

“Well, guess you’ll just have to find out then.” Imelda grins as she notices a familiar figure walking over to them. The two sulking wizards were too busy with sulking, not noticing the subject of the conversation standing in front of them. Y/N looks at Imelda for context and the Quidditch player only shrugs before standing up and grabbing her broom. She pats Y/N’s shoulder as she passes by her before whispering a “good luck” as she’ll definitely need it. Y/N only looks at Imelda’s disappearing figure in confusion before turning to her dearest friends.

“Ominis? Sebastian?” Her voice shocks both boys as they flail around to sit properly.

“Merlin’s beard. You scared us.” Sebastian massages his pounding chest as you only chuckle in amusement. Sebastian’s not sure if it’s because you scared them with your arrival or it’s because seeing you that his heart seems to pound out of his chest. You sat in between them, squeezing Ominis’s arm to acknowledge his presence.

“Where were you? We didn’t see you at DADA.” Ominis says as he feels for your hand, grasping it in his palm before interlocking your fingers together. You can only lean your head back, eyes closing due to exhaustion.

“I was with Professor Black. Got called up for something important.” You sigh as you squeeze Ominis’s palm. A hand begins to pet your hair causing you to open your eyes and look at the culprit. The Sallow boy only smiles as he presses a soft kiss against your temple. 

“The headmaster himself, huh? That’s the hero of Hogwarts for you. Always in for something important.” Sebastian teases. Y/N rolls her eyes, shoving him lightly.

“Stairs are a crime. If only I could just travel the castle on a broom.” You complain.

“Imelda’s been there, done that. Detention for a month, I recall.” Ominis leans his head on your shoulder, basking in your lovable scent.

“You battle trolls for breakfast and all it takes is a bit of stairs to rough you up?” Sebastian laughs as he continues to play with your hair.

“Oh, shut it, Sallow.” Soft laughter, escape your lips before a comfortable silence engulfs the three of you. It would’ve been comfortable had there not been a nudging thought banging against the heads of both boys. Sebastian feels a soft nudge against his shoulder, causing him to look over at the Slytherin descendant. An encouraging look is plastered on his face, and Sebastian internally groans at it. 

“Hey, Y/N. We have something to ask you abou—“

“Is Y/N Y/L/N here? You’re needed by Professor Weasley!” A student had shouted out in the common room. The young witch groans before sitting up. The opportunity of asking leaves before Sebastian can even grasp it.

“I’ll see you both later in the Undercroft, okay?” Y/N smiles before placing a kiss on both of their foreheads. She then dashes off to Professor Weasley, leaving the two in silence.

“You should’ve asked faster.”

“How should I know?!” 

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 “She should be here by now.” Sebastian taps his foot against the marbled floor. Ominis can only lean against the pillar. The two had been out of their minds ever since the incident with Yrma Greenland. At this point, they just want to spend time with you. Having finally decided that you would eventually tell them on your own terms as they had done with theirs.

Humming distracts Ominis as he hears the tune from the DADA classroom. Leaving Sebastian grumbling on his own, he lets his wand guide him to the sound. The humming grows louder as he softly pushes the door open. He senses a person inside, unfamiliar to that of Professor Hecat and the new assistant. A gasp signals Ominis that the person has acknowledged his presence.

“The classrooms are restricted at this hour. You’d have to go to the Faculty area to talk to Professor Hecat.” He calmly talks as he senses his the person’s figure in front of him.

“I-I don’t mean to intrude. I was just looking around.”

“As I said, these rooms are restricted at this h—“

“It’s alright, she’s with me.” A new person enters the room. A man, Ominis thinks. 

“Apologies for being rude, but who are you?” Ominis sighs. The man chuckles as he feels him walk towards the other person, a woman. About to introduce himself, another presence enters the room.

“Ominis! You left again without saying anything.” Sebastian grumbles annoyed. Ominis looks away from the direction of his voice, not responding to his sudden disappearance. The Sallow boy then glances to the other two people in the room. A man and a woman stood in the classroom, casually staring at the interaction between the two of them. They were dressed formally and seemed far different from how their teachers normally dressed. This must be the ministry visit Imelda was talking about, Sebastian thinks.

“I take that you’re from the ministry?” Ominis reads Sebastians' thoughts. The Sallow turns to him in amusement. “I notice that your presence is unfamiliar.”

“You’re correct.” The man answers. “We’re here for an important matter. We were once students like you and my fiancé wanted to roam the halls in nostalgia.”

The woman smiles at him. “I was also Slytherin, like you two.”

The man steps forward, moving closer to the two boys. “I assume Ominis here is a Gaunt? I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your father from time to time. It’s nice to see his son growing well here in Hogwarts.”

At the mention of his father, Ominis cringes to which Sebastian nudges his side. The man laughs at the look. “Understandable.”

Before the conversation could escalate further, two new voices were heard nearing towards the classroom.

“I’ve told you multiple times. We could’ve done this visit on a free day! Not during a day of classes, Newt!”

“You tell me as if I planned this whole thing.”

“Even if you didn’t, you probably instigated it. Everyone knows Theseus has a brother complex.”

“You know we can hear you right?” The man in the room yells before silence engulfs the halls. The door to the classroom opens and Sebastian looks back in shock to see Y/N with another man.

“Sebastian? Ominis? What are you two doing here?” You rush over to them. Ominis relaxes at your voice. You look back at the two other figures in the room. “This is an awkward sight.”

“Awkward? Really? We’re your family.”

“Soon to be. My sister still hasn’t married you.” You snorted. The two turn their heads fast as a Thestral towards you.

“Sister?!” The Slytherin boys exclaimed. The woman smiles at the interaction. You smile sheepishly before looking at the three other people in the room.

“I suppose introductions are in order.” You start as you stand in between the two. You point your hand towards the taller of the two. “The man you first met is Theseus Scamander, Head Auror of the British Ministry of Magic.”

Theseus waves his hand before saying a quick hello. Your hand then points to the shy male standing near them. “This is Newt Scamander. Magizoologist. The Scamander Wrote our material for Beasts class.”

Ominis gasps in recognition before bowing in respect. The magizoologist reaches over to pat his shoulder.

“This is Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, my best friends.” 

“And my sister, Leta Lestrange. Theseus’s fiancée. Works in the ministry as well.” Your eyes lock with Leta, who smiles proudly. You return an awkward smile.

"You're a Lestrange?" Sebastian whispers in shock.

"Well, half. We have different mothers. Mine's a muggle. Hence my different last name— but yes, essentially, I am a Lestrange." You reply quietly. Ominis and Sebastian acknowledge the new information in silence. You then turn towards the three and motion your hands to your friends.

“I-It’s nice to meet you all.” Sebastian smiles. The three smile at them.

“I suppose Y/N’s taken care of well then.” Leta moves closer to the two. Grasping both of their hands. “I’m grateful that my sister is in good hands.”

“Leta…” You flush at your sister’s words. Leta only pinches your cheeks.

“I suppose the two of you can join us tomorrow!” Leta turns to the Scamander brothers who nod in agreement. “We’ll be roaming around in Hogsmeade with Y/N. We’re hoping the two of you could join us. I want to learn more about you.”

Before the two could agree, Y/N intercepted the conversation. “I can talk to them about it. Don’t worry. Don’t you three have more important matters to discuss with Dumbledore and Hecat?”

She glances at Newt for help who moves quickly to grab his brother out of the room. The older protests but lets his brother drag him out. Leta laughs softly at the sight before walking over to Y/N and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you around.”

You nod in agreement before watching her leave the room. Once their footsteps fade away, you turn towards the two who stare at you for explanation.

“I know I haven’t talked much about my family—“

“You haven’t talked about it at all actually.” Ominis retorts. He sighs before moving close to you. “I didn’t mean to come off rude but I suppose we were kind of in the dumps earlier after realizing we knew nothing about who you were. It never even crossed our minds and I feel like we’re kind of bad friends because of that.”

“No! what are you talking about? You two are the greatest friends I’ve ever had.” You cup one side of their cheeks with your palms. “The fact that you two stuck beside me and treated me equally despite not knowing a thing is one of the many reasons why I hold you two dearly in my heart. It never really crossed my mind before about family because I had only just recently found out about Leta.”

Your hands slowly drop from their cheeks to hold their hands. You take a deep breath before looking up at them. You suppose after all that they’ve gone through and the fact that they fully confided themselves in you, the least you could do is tell them the truth.

“What do you mean?” Sebastian rubs his thumb against your knuckles. They comfort you in small gestures. Ominis in interlocking his fingers with you and Sebastian with his concerned gaze. They listen but don’t pry. It makes tears well in your eyes with how understanding they are.

“Before the start of my first year as a 5th year, before I met Fig. I originally lived in an orphanage. In the care of a muggle. I lived most of my life there, not caring where I had come from or who I was. People there said and did bad things.” You bit your lip as you recall the memories. Living there had been so bad. No one cared about you or the other children. The adults there only did their job and never took care of you. “Leta had been trying to find me for years with the help of Theseus and Newt. Luckily enough, an Auror who had been stationed near the orphanage had seen traces of magic. When Leta found me, I had been close to becoming an obscurial.”

Ominis and Sebastian huddle closer to you as you look down to the floor. “They had immediately taught me how to hone and express my magic despite being a late bloomer. Then they contacted Hogwarts and with the guidance of Professor Fig, I was agreed to be accepted as a 5th year.”

You look up at them with teary eyes. “I didn’t tell anyone because I wanted to start anew. I still had time processing everything and what happened during my 5th year didn’t really help either but I had you two.”

You hugged them tightly. “You two became a foundation that helped me become who I am today. So, I think that you two are the best people I could ever ask for.”

Sebastian laughs softly before hugging you back. Ominis leans his head towards yours before rubbing your back softly. “Thank you for trusting us enough to tell us this.”

You press a soft kiss to their cheeks as you pull back enough to look at them but still stay in their embrace. The two of you hug in comfortable silence before pulling back.

“Now that that’s out of the way. Why don’t we head to the Undercroft to hangout?” You smile mischievously. A bottle of fire whiskey appears on your hands. “I got this bad boy from Theseus.”

“I suppose having connections to the Head Auror has its perks huh?” Sebastian teases. Ominis shakes his head as he follows the two out of the room.

“Might as well go all out.”     

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A/N: I hadn’t posted in a while so forgive any mistakes. I had just started playing HL (pirated it ofc) and had rewatched Fantastic Beasts so why not mush them all together HAHAHA. lmk your thoughts!

[urdepressedslut]

hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!

Beauty and the Bucky

♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?

Main Masterlist

Beauty and the Beast AU

The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.

You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.

You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.

"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.

It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.

"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.

Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.

You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.

Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.

Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.

You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.

Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.

God, I hope he's okay. You thought.

You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.

"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.

If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.

After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.

The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?

You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.

"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.

"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.

You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.

"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.

It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.

"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.

You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.

"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.

Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.

"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.

"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"

Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.

"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.

He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.

"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."

You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.

"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.

Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.

"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.

Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.

As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.

As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.

You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.

"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.

You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.

The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.

You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.

"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.

He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.

"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.

So someone did live here.

You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.

"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.

"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.

You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.

"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"

Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.

"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.

You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.

"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.

The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.

"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.

You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.

"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.

The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.

"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."

His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.

The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.

"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.

"You have my word." You finally said to him.

"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.

You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.

You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.

The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.

"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.

You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.

The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.

You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.

Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.

He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.

“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.

You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.

~

It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.

Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.

You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.

You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.

Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.

You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.

You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.

You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.

You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.

The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.

Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.

Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.

Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.

There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.

We’re the same. You thought about the rose.

Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.

The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.

You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.

You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.

“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.

You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”

“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.

He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”

“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.

He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.

“I didn’t mean any harm please—”

“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.

With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.

He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.

Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.

A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.

“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”

You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.

A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.

You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.

It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.

One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.

With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.

Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.

You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.

You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.

You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.

He saved you.

The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.

You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.

“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.

Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.

“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”

~

Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.

He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.

Wait… bed?

“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.

That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.

He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.

“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.

You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.

“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.

He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.

You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.

“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.

“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.

He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.

“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.

“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.

“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.

You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.

“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”

You shot back, mirroring his question.

Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.

“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.

“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.

You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹

[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 1)

I was wondering what male characters from Harry Potter (including Hogwarts Legacy and Fantastic Beasts) are the most crushed on. When I couldn’t find anything online that answered my question, I decided to take it into my own hands and research it for myself. I looked at reader-insert fanfics and thirst trap videos on 4 websites (AO3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and TikTok) since I think it’s the most effective way of seeing how many people want to be the focus of a Harry Potter boy’s affection. Here are the results as of August 6, 2023! 

Note: I researched other characters (ex. Matteo Riddle, Charlie Weasley) that weren’t listed here, but some of them didn’t make the cut on any website. I’ve also never seen Fantastic Beasts or played/watched videos of Hogwarts Legacy, so it’s possible that I missed loved characters from those parts of the Harry Potter universe. 

The second version of this study is now out! You can find it here!

*GIF isn't mine

AO3

What I did: I researched how many works are under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you.” The number of works under these tags differed, so the number in parentheses is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. I only counted pairings with at least 300 works.

Results:

Draco Malfoy (1,414 works)

Severus Snape (1,013 works) 

Sirius Black (890 works)

Remus Lupin (817 works) 

Sebastian Sallow (710 works) 

Fred Weasley (698 works) 

George Weasley (627 works)

Harry Potter (401 works) 

James Potter (332 works) 

Newt Scamander (326 works) 

Tom Riddle/Voldemort (316 works) 

Ominis Gaunt (310 works)

Potential problems: I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/reader” and then “Severus Snape/reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

TUMBLR

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 2k followers. Some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (13k followers) 

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (11k followers)

Fred Weasley and James Potter (8k followers)

Newt Scamander and George Weasley (6k followers)

Regulus Black and Tom Riddle (5k followers)

Cedric Diggory and Severus Snape (4k followers)

Theodore Nott and Sebastian Sallow (3k followers)

Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Ominis Gaunt (2k followers)

Potential problems: Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x reader” and “Lupin x reader.” I had to exclude Harry’s tags because a lot of the works under those tags were mixed with reader-inserts or other characters. Also, there are probably some thirst photos/GIFs on Tumblr for male characters that aren’t tagged as a reader-insert. 

WATTPAD

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 10k results. Some characters are tied because Wattpad doesn’t show the exact number of results. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (68.5k results) 

Neville Longbottom (53.4k results)

Newt Scamander (50.9k results)

Cedric Diggory (49.3k results) 

Ominis Gaunt (37.5k results) 

Ron Weasley (26.3k results) 

Remus Lupin (19.4k results) 

Sirius Black and James Potter (18.9k results) 

Severus Snape (18.4k results) 

Fred Weasley (15.9k results)

George Weasley (12.8k results)

Theodore Nott (11k results) 

Tom Riddle (10.7k results)

Potential problems: I don’t think these results are very accurate. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x reader and Lupin x reader. I had to exclude Harry again because his results pulled up results for other characters. Similarly, searches for other characters pulled up reader-insert stories written only for a different character. 

TIKTOK

What I did: I looked up “(male character) thirst” on TikTok and filtered the results to show videos in order of highest number of likes to least number of likes. The first video wasn’t necessarily a thirst video of that character, so I had to manually search for the thirst video with the highest number of likes. I only recorded characters where their thirst video with the highest number of likes had at least 10k likes. Some are tied because the same video covered multiple characters. 

Results:

Harry Potter (3m likes)

Newt Scamander (447.6k likes)

Neville Longbottom (295.4k likes)

Dean Thomas (206.9k likes)

Cedric Diggory (131.6k likes)

Fred, Ron, George, and Bill Weasley (123.8k likes)

Draco Malfoy (91.6k likes)

Severus Snape (57.5k likes)

Remus Lupin (21.4k likes )

Lucius Malfoy (21k likes)

Sirius Black and James Potter (17.6k likes)

Potential problems: There were so many problems with finding videos on TikTok that romanticized the character, so I would take the TikTok results with a grain of salt. It was really frustrating to research on TikTok LMAO. I originally just looked up videos with the name of the character, but it took forever to find a thirst video and it was sometimes difficult to tell if it was an actual thirst. For example, there were some edits of Snape that showed him as a kid and a grown-up and it wasn’t clear if the creator was romanticizing him. For this reason, I know that the rankings I listed are most likely inaccurate because there are definitely thirst videos of characters that weren’t labeled as thirst videos. Also, for the results I gave for Harry, I looked up “Harry Potter thirst” and chose the video that @miwallbank duetted and had the most likes. 

COMBINING THE NUMBERS 

For accuracy reasons, I left out the numbers of results from TikTok because I think that my research was inaccurate for the most part. 

Draco Malfoy (approximately 82,914 admirers)

Newt Scamander (approximately 57,226 admirers)

Neville Longbottom (approximately 55,400 admirers)

Cedric Diggory (approximately 53,300 admirers)

Ominis Gaunt (approximately 39,810 admirers)

Remus Lupin (approximately 31,217 admirers)

Sirius Black (approximately 30,790 admirers)

Ron Weasley (approximately 28,300 admirers)

James Potter (approximately 27,232 admirers)

Fred Weasley (approximately 24,598 admirers)

Severus Snape (approximately 23,413 admirers)

George Weasley (approximately 19,427 admirers)

Theodore Nott (approximately 14,000 admirers)

Tom Riddle (approximately 5,316 admirers)

Regulus Black (approximately 5,000 admirers)

Sebastian Sallow (approximately 3,710 admirers)

Do I think these final results are accurate? Most likely not, so take the final results with a grain of salt. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction or follow tags on their loved character. I might do this again, but this is what I have for now. Thanks for reading!

[fortheloveof-sebastian]

Bloody Good Luck

Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Garreth tries to help ease your nerves about public speaking with a new potion. When things don’t exactly go as planned, Sebastian is there to support you.

Warnings: public speaking, fluff, blood and nosebleeds, playful fighting

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This oneshot was requested by @sallyface1726 ! I hope this is what you were looking for. I think I might’ve gone off a little from your original request, but I hope you enjoy, I had a fun time writing it🥰

"Here, this will do it."

"What is it?"

You peer into the cauldron set in front of you. Boiling inside is a sickly-looking green liquid. The creator of said potion, Garreth, beams at you with an enthusiasm that you can't muster enough to match.

"It's very...green." It's the kindest thing you can think to say.

Garreth grins. "Isn't it bloody brilliant? This should do the trick to ease all of your worries."

Using the tip of your wand, you poke at the boiling potion. It doesn't burn your wand like acid, or turn it a funny color, or any other abhorrent third thing that you have yet to imagine; not to say that it bolsters your confidence, you're still rather quite concerned that you've somehow cemented your death.

"Have you tried it?" You ask the red headed Gryffindor.

Garreth's expression wavers. "No," he admits, then quickly adds, "but that's only because I don't need it, remember? I paired up with Amit for the project. He's taken care of it all."

Internally, you curse yourself. It would've been smart to complete the project with a partner, but you dreaded the outcomes — either you shouldered the entire thing by yourself, or your opinions were smothered by an insufferable know-it-all. Besides, your grade in Beasts Class was severely tanking, and you needed to secure a perfect score without any liability.

That is, of course, not counting your crippling fear of public speaking.

You had been complaining to Sebastian and Ominis on your way to class last week; flanked by the two Slytherin, and strolling casually through the courtyard, you thought you were safe. But apparently, you hadn't taken into consideration that your fears would be overhead, especially by that of Garreth, who you either loved or tolerated based on his current antics.

"Did you say you're worried?" Garreth had asked, barging between you and Ominis, slightly out of breath as if he had ran across the castle.

Ominis scoffed at the intrusion, his expression souring. "Well, pardon me," he retorted.

"I forgive you, mate," Garreth said, oblivious. He pushed the hair from his face. "So, did you say you had some worries about the upcoming presentation?"

Your gaze has drifted to Sebastian. He shrugged.

"Um, yeah," you finally admitted.

"Listen, I've been working on something — no, no, don't give me that face. I've been working on something to ease people's fears. A potion. After you drink it, your fears will vanish."

You frowned. "And how does that work?"

"Like I said, I've been working on it." Garreth grinned at you. "What do you say? You could be the first person to try it."

"I don't know —" you began.

Garreth's eyes widened. "Please? I'm sure it will be a smashing success. I'll even share the profits with you! Everyone will be dying to try it. I happen to know a first year who is so terrified of Professor Sharpe that he might buy the 'ole lot —"

"Fine," you conceded.

Garreth's mouth snapped shut. If you hadn’t been so reluctant about accepting, you might've smiled at his childlike excitement.

You’re then brought back to the present by Garreth pushing a goblet in your hand. "You'll want to take it now, before class, so that it has time to work," Garreth instructs.

Miserably, you look down into the goblet.

"Are you really going to drink that?" Sebastian's familiar voice floats into the room. Garreth and you both turn to find him strolling into the empty Potions classroom, shrugging on his robes.

You grimace. "I think so."

"And you tested it?" Sebastian asks. He stands slightly behind you now, and his proximity incites an entire flock of jobberknolls in your stomach.

Garreth has the good sense to appear nervous.

"Um, yeah, of course," he says. He suddenly loses the ability to maintain eye contact, then mumbles some excuse about finding Amit and scurries away. Sebastian watches him leave.

"I don't have a good feeling about this."

You gently punch his arm. "You didn't have to scare him away."

"What?" Sebastian feigns offense. "I did not."

"Yes, you did," you reply, full of amusement. "After you hexed Everett the other day for pranking me, no one wants to cross you."

Sebastian pauses, seeming to digest this information. Finally, he settles on, "Well he had it coming for him."

"You don't have to defend me, you know. I can do it perfectly fine myself."

"I know." Sebastian's lips curl upward. You try very hard not to think about what it's like to kiss him. "I just like to. Is that such a crime?"

"Hardly. Although it could quite possibly turn into one if you keep on this path of leaping to defend my honor," you tease him.

Sebastian smiles, then, and the sight of it is like the sun breaking through the clouds. "Guilty as charged." His expression changes slightly. "You were kidding about taking that potion, though, weren't you? Garreth can't be trusted."

The liquid in the goblet gurgles.

"You know how anxious I get," you remind him. Even the thought of the impending presentation makes your stomach twist and turn.

Sebastian frowns. "There has to be another way."

"I'm doing it, and you can't stop me."

"Well, go on then."

You grip on the goblet tightens. Now, it was no longer a matter of easing your nerves but proving your bravery. Sebastian watches, in thinly veiled amusment, as you pinch your nose and then drain the goblet of its contents. The potion doesn't taste half as bad as you thought it would.

Slamming the goblet down on the table, you announce, "Okay, I'm ready."

"Feeling any different?" Sebastian asks.

"I don't know," you tell him, "and I don't care. I'll see you on the other side."

And then you march towards the Beasts classroom.

The class begins rather uneventfully. Professor Howin introduces the topic of presentation — the care of exotic beasts — and selects the first student pairing to present. You're grateful that you're not first, but when it's your time to present, there's a nervous stirring in the pit of your stomach. You make your way to the front of the class.

Sebastian smiles at you from the back row. Garreth gives you a double thumbs up. And Natty, who is aware of your social anxieties after a disastrous project in Charms together, straightens in her seat and gives you an encouraging nod. Emboldened, you launch into your presentation about the care of Thorny Newts, bright-colored amphibians who dwell mostly in the eastern regions of Asia.

While the presentation starts slowly, you gradually feel yourself relax. You're not even a quarter of the way through the presentation when the tightening in your chest loosens, and you're suddenly confidently carrying through the necessities of Thorny Newt care. In fact, you barely remember feeling afraid at all.

You're about to delve into the feeding requirements of the Thorny Newt when someone near the front of the class gasps. You're not sure what it's about, so you forge ahead. Only when several other students start to recoil in surprise do you suspect that something is wrong.

Panicked, you look for Sebastian.

Looking rather pale, he mimes wiping his nose.

You copy the gesture, and immediately feel a thick wetness; you pull away, and find blood now smeared across your hand and sleeve. Horror yawns inside you. Your speech falters as even more blood begins to seep from your nose.

In an effort to stop the bleeding, you hold your sleeve firmly against your nose.

"Thorny Newts? More like Bloody Newts!" One of the other fifth years shout. This provokes a chorus of giggles. Several more students chime in on the unfortunate situation, until everyone is either covering their mouths in disgust or laughing uproariously.

Tears spring to your eyes. You wish desperately that a portal would open under your feet and swallow you up, take you somewhere where nobody knew your name. A mixture of humiliation and sadness crash over you.

Professor Howin approaches you. "Oh, dear —" but it's all the time she has to say before there's another eruption of gasps.

Grateful for, well, only a portion of the attention to be diverted from you, you stare in wide-eyed confusion as Sebastian shoots to his feet. Crimson blood dribbles down his lips and onto the front of his robes.

The class has lost all means of respect. Chants of "Bloody Newt" echo and disturb the nearby beasts in their pens. Students laugh at you, and now Sebastian. Professor Howin swallows thickly, then glances between the both of you.

"Infirmary, now!" She orders. "And if this was just some ploy to get out of your schoolwork, we will be having a firm talk with the headmaster."

Ashamed, you duck your head and scurry away. You're about halfway up the path to the infirmary, nose still gushing blood, when Sebastian catches up with you. His laughter, which usually comforts you, only makes the blush burning your cheeks even warmer.

"I can't believe that happened!" He cries, delighted.

Doing nothing to staunch his own bloody nose, it runs freely down his face. You find it highly annoying that he still manages to be painfully handsome.

You don't reply, and just walk faster.

"Hey, Y/N —" he grabs your shoulder. "Are you crying?"

You yank away from him. Tears mix with the blood. Swallowing, you try to disguise your sadness but fail epically. "I—yes. That was properly embarrassing. In front of the whole class, too." You shake your head. "I'm probably going to fail Beasts Class now."

Sebastian scoffs. "No you won't. Not if I have anything to do with it."

"Why is your nose bleeding anyway?" You ask. "If you did it just to save me, I already told you that I don't need you doing that. And now Howin thinks it's something we planned."

You hiccup.

You hated crying. Your face got splotchy, and you could hardly control your voice from revealing your emotions. Perhaps you were a fool to think that taking a potion would magically fix your fears, or that a presentation could actually go well.

Sebastian persists, matching your pace despite your efforts to lose him. "If you want the truth, I took some of the potion after you left. I knew Garreth would mess up somehow."

You shoot him a glance. "Really?"

"Swear." Finally, he swipes at his bloody nose but it only seems to make it worse. "You were doing so well that I thought the bastard actually did something."

You sniff. "You think?"

"Yes! You were brilliant!" Sebastian exclaims. "Howin would be foolish not to give you credit for it, bloody nose or not."

You had almost made it to the infirmary. Your tears had nearly ceased, although the blood had not. "I should've taken your word about trusting any potion made by Garreth."

"I will abstain from my right to say I told you so," Sebastian teases.

The nurse at the infirmary immediately ushers you both onto side-by-side beds and begins working. Sebastian and you share small, secretive smiles when she asks what happened. Neither of you tell her the truth. She doesn't seemed convinced, but manages to find a cure despite your lack of answers.

You're given instructions to wait half an hour, in case the bleeding starts again, and then return back to class.

"What I don't understand," you say, as the nurse leaves to tend to another patient, "is why you took the potion too. You're not scared of public speaking."

Sebastian shrugs. "You're not wrong."

"So why then? Especially if you don't trust Garreth."

"I couldn't let you take it alone. Whatever was going to happen, we were going to go through it together," he explains. Somewhat sheepishly, he adds, "I should've told you not to take it in the first place instead of challenging you. You do a wonderful job in everything you do, there's no need for stupid fear reducing potions."

Your previous humiliation melts into bliss. "It's sweet of you to say that."

"It's true, though," Sebastian says. "I know you don't like talking in front of others, but you're obviously so passionate about everything you do that hardly anyone even notices."

"They notice now," you remark.

"Shame on them, then. It shouldn't take a little blood for them to notice how great you are."

"Just a little?"

Sebastian snorts and rolls his eyes. "Did you have to ruin a perfectly nice sentiment?"

"I just wanted to confirm your perspective on the amount of blood that you qualifies as little," you reply with a laugh. Both of your robes are stained with dried blood.

The nurse dismisses you both.

You and Sebastian lapse into a discussion about how the rest of your day will look — now that you both look as if you've been in a horrendous battle — when he catches sight of something across the courtyard that makes him freeze.

Following his eyes, you spot Garreth moving through the crowd of students.

"Sebastian —" you warn.

"Weasley, c'mere you little twat!" Sebastian shouts. It's as if you hadn't even spoken.

He tears himself from your side in order to pursue the Gryffindor.  You watch, partly in amusement and partly in disbelief, as Sebastian races across the courtyard and finally manages to tackle Garreth into a pile of leaves. Sounds of their tussle rise above the chatter of students, interspersed with the flash of red and green robes as their identities get lost in a tangle of limbs.

"Who messed with you now?"

Ominis appears at your side. His features are the picture of nonchalance.

You sigh. "Garreth."

"Bloody nose?"

"How did you know?" You look at him skeptically.

Ominis clicks his tongue. "Just because I cannot see does not mean I cannot hear." There's a pause as you, watching, and Ominis, listening, observe the fight between the two boys. "Should we stop them?"

You frown. "Mm. In a second."

Sure, you didn't need Sebastian to leap to your defense like a rabid dog, but it didn't mean that you didn't like it. It brought a certain kind of warmth to your body.

Besides, there were far worse things in the world then to be loved fiercely.

[vodissey]

Concept Art & Headcanons for Jean Grey and Charactersetting (Becoming Phoenix)

1- Jean Grey through decades, from Marvel Girl to Phoenix.

2- Its how I imagine the Jean Grey persona vs Phoenix persona having conflict in the mental plane. Jean back to her earlier bright "Marvel Girl" image while Phoenix is a mass of charred, melted destruction burning in the middle of Jean's mind.

3 - Jean stopping several rockets, the attack caused by Stryker.

4 -Stryker, Beast, Mystique, Emma Frost and Sebastian Shaw. I headcanon those characters to play important roles in political tension for X-men conflicts resulting in Phoenix incident.

[honeymoon2011]

The Most beautiful World Map 🌎🌲💚

This is the most beautiful map in the world ,No ?

Hogwarts Legacy is very beautiful with small villages, lakes, trees, ruins , hills and obviously Hogwarts school !

Have a beautiful magic day ! 🧙🏻‍♀️💚🐍

[eternalremorse]

Beauty and the Beast quote in Hogwarts Legacy [1/4]

[MC is washing Sebastian's wounds]

Sebastian: [roars] That hurts!

MC: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!

Sebastian: Well, if you hadn't have run away, this wouldn't have happened.

MC: If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away.

[MC folds their arms in anger]

Sebastian: [pause] Well, you shouldn't have been in the Forbidden Forest!

MC: Well, you should learn to control your temper!

[pause]

MC: Now, hold still. This might sting a little.

[presses cloth to wound; Sebastian growls in pain]

MC: By the way, thank you for saving my life.

Sebastian: [stops growling] You're welcome.

[ladymally]

My first time rendering Sebastian and Beast in Blender!

Blender scene by RiaDesing

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

beast x sebastian?

Okay, I'm in the fence with this ship

Like, do I think they would have the most beautiful kids ever? yes I 100% do. But the relationship was very dubious consent for me to find Sebastian a headcanon he does care for Beast Especially since Beast kind of agreed to sleeping with Sebastian to erase the pain for a moment

But I will give headcanons of this ship in a AU where everything is fine:

How they cuddle is Sebastian coiled up with his head on her lap and stomach area as she pets his head

They bicker. That's common

I have no idea but my mind goes to Frank and Lily from Jungle Cruise!

He's call their children "kittens"

I feel like if they were a thing, he wouldn't try a physical affection thing since that night as if trying to show her in his own way she's not just a fun time girl

He made her a new leg

Type of couple who's punch or pinch each other's arm then turn to each other grinning with couply names

Beast hit Sebastian's arm Sebastian grips and squeeze her wrists before looking down with a grin "Honey" "Sweetie"

[chasingmidnights]

Cage the Devil Series

Title: The Beast

Summary: Your friendly neighborhood Sheriff isn’t as friendly as he should be. 

Warnings: First, this is for 18+ so minors DNI, this is for mature audiences only!!! Definitely rated M for Mature. Now, let’s get down to the other stuff shall we? Sheriff Lee Bodecker (he’s a warning alright!); Lloyd Hansen being dick (but when is he not, right?); alcohol consumption; mentions of weapons; mentions of bootlegging; some mild cursing; there is smut in this so minors keep scrolling this isn’t for you (go on, get!); mentions of a brothel; this is consensual sex; piv sex; mentions of smoking cigars/cigarettes. I believe I have everything listed that should be looked out for during this part. If I missed anything, I do apologize but you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. So please, if any of the above mentioned warnings make you feel uncomfortable do not read this. 

A/N: The first part of this story is more focused on Lee rather than Lee x reader but I promise this is a Lee x reader fic! The reader comes in during the second part and is in the rest of the story. Also, this is my first time writing any kind of smut or sexual scenes so please take it easy on me, I’m still learning here! This is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story! 

P.s. I thought about splitting it into two parts but I just couldn’t find a place that I thought would be good to break it up like that. 

Wordcount: 3,978

The summer had been a hot one. The air was thick with heat and the people of Knockemstiff were reaching the point of hysteria, all due to the warm temperatures. Sheriff Lee Bodecker patrolled his way through the small town in his cruiser and he cursed at how hot it was every five minutes. The A/C barely did anything as sweat rolled down the side of his face, so he resorted to rolling down the windows. If he were honest though, it didn’t really help too much either. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he reached over for his Pepsi cup, making sure to grab the right one before he took a swig from it. Once he got his fill, he placed the cup back into the holder and put his hand back onto the wheel. 

While driving through the small town, he would put on the charm for the townspeople as he drove by them. He would give a small wave or a quick nod with a tight-lipped smile. He hated it honestly but to keep being Sheriff and to be able to keep doing his side business, he needed to keep being charming and the gentleman his momma raised him to be. If they truly knew what he was up to from their blind eyes, they would truly be disgusted with him. He grunted as he shifted on the leather seat as he switched hands on the steering wheel. He turned down another street as he reached into his pocket to pull out his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat that had gathered on his face. Lee tossed the handkerchief onto the empty passenger seat once he was done with it and it was soaked with his sweat. 

Lee pulled into a parking spot in front of the Tecumseh Bar, located on the edge of town. He peered up at the rundown looking building through the windshield of his cruiser and sighed. It’s definitely seen better days. The Sheriff let out a hot huff of air before he shoved open his driver’s side door. He strutted his way to the front entrance of the bar, adjusting his utility belt as he did. When he got to the front entrance, he pulled open the door and stepped inside, it was somehow just as hot in here as it was outside. He stood in the doorway for a brief moment as he took in the scene before him. 

Cigar and cigarette smoke swirled around the room as musicians played from the stage. The music was upbeat and just as energetic as the people who played their instruments. It was just before the diner hour started so the place wasn’t quite at full swing yet. He nodded at Arvin Russell and Johnny Storm when they noticed him before he started to make his way towards his regular booth. He looked around the bar and thought about how the place is completely different when the place was crowded and full of people. It was definitely a different sight to see. Tecumseh was a place where people came to forget about their dull and meaningless lives. Nobody cared who one another was or what one’s status was because the people that came to the Tecumseh had little to no morals. 

Lee scooted across the velvet seating of the semi-circle booth and turned his attention towards the band that was playing. It didn’t take long before Arvin was delivering him a whiskey neat. Lee picked up the short glass and began to inspect the amber liquid. He took a long swig from the glass and he was instantly pleased with how smooth it went down. Lee set the glass down onto the wooden surface of the table before he turned and gave Arvin a nod. Relief could be visibly seen at the approval he was given before Arvin turned and walked away. 

Lee swirled the amber liquid that was in his glass as he waited for his companions to show up. They should be here any minute now. He took another drink and savored the robust taste of the whiskey; one couldn’t get liquor like this anywhere else in the next three counties. That was something that he prided himself in, he had the best liquor around and it was in high demand. He was constantly having bootleggers make deliveries and in return, he treated his workers well. Lee was pulled out of his thoughts when the bar owner came up to him with that thousand watt smile of his and held out his hand for a handshake. Lee accepted his hand and returned a smile. 

“Jay Gatsby, how are ya?” Lee inquired before he let go of Jay’s hand and scooted over to make room. 

“Doin’ fine ol’ sport! Just fine! What do you think of the new band? Real up and comers they are, let me tell ya!” 

Lee chuckled as the man in front of him talked a mile a minute, it was one of Jay’s attributes. He talked like he knew everything and as if he knew every secret that was told. Lee nodded his head as he took a quick glance at the band before he returned his attention back to Jay. 

“You don’t have to sell me on anything Jay, they sound good.” 

The same smile from before returned to his face at Lee’s approval before he slid into the booth next to the Sheriff. “I also got a real treat for ya! Once the band is done, I’ve hired a new singer, she’s quite something as well!” 

Lee sucked on his teeth before he took a drink of his whiskey as he took a moment to think. The last singer didn’t quite work out, she couldn’t handle the pressure. 

“Is that why you called me and the others here today?” Lee arched an eyebrow at his business partner. 

Jay began to shake his head vigorously. “No, of course not ol’ sport! I have some news about,” he paused to glance around his surroundings before he continued, making sure to lower his voice. “News about Jones that I thought you’d wanna know about.” 

Lee’s curiosity began to pique at the mention of his rival. “Oh? What sort of news?” 

“Sorry ol’ sport but I think it’s best if we wait for the others. Here, let me freshen up your drink for ya!” 

Before Lee had a chance to protest, Jay was gone and he was left alone. Feeling frustrated, he let out a huff as he ran his fingers through his thick,  brown hair. It wasn’t long before Johnny was bringing him a fresh whiskey neat and as Lee looked around for Jay, he couldn’t spot him. ‘He must be in the back checking on his other business,’ Lee thought to himself as he picked up his original glass and downed the remaining contents before he moved onto his next glass. Lee listened to the band play and began to slightly nod his head to the beat. It wasn’t something he would normally listen to, he preferred singers such as Johnny Cash but the band was still decent enough. When the band had finished, they changed the stage around for the new singer. Lee scouted the bar as the stage was being reset and that’s when he  noticed his colleagues entering the bar. One by one they walked over to the booth and as they did, the new singer started to sing. 

“Cats’ eyes shining in the darkness… can’t see nothing when the world ends… birds flying into chaos… crying their names into the whirlwind…” 

Lee got out of the booth and greeted his colleagues. The first one he greeted was his manufacturer for his liquor business, Alexander Pierce. He was wearing a gray suit with a blue tie and had short, thick sandy blonde hair with a bit of gray on the sides. Pierce paused to check out the new singer who was a beautiful, slender and red headed woman. Alexander grinned wickedly in approval, Lee knew he had a thing for redheads. Pierce’s attention was fixated on the singer as he eyed her up and down, licking his lips as he did so. Lee just hoped that she couldn’t see what a perv his colleague was being. 

“See, I’m still walkin’ that same road… ain’t nothing changed, ‘cause I already know… the Lord’s gonna come and she ain’t pleased… She ain’t suffering fools no more…” 

“Bodecker! I see Gatsby’s hired a new singer, do we know her name?” Pierce inquired as he turned his attention to Lee but not before stealing another glance at the stage. Pierce then slid into the booth, sitting in the middle. 

Lee smirked at his colleague for his predictable behavior. “No clue yet Pierce.” 

“Meet me at the edge… I ain’t afraid… Lord, I've already fallen… See the beast sitting on the ridge… No time to waste… Let him know that we’re coming…” 

The next one to join them, after stopping at the bar for a drink, was Lloyd Hansen. He had a hand tucked into his cream colored suit pocket as he cockily strutted over to them and his drink in his free hand. His hair was neatly combed and gelled back, his mustache was just as neatly kept. Lee had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Hansen had to be his least favorite colleague but he was his weapons person and he couldn’t afford to lose him. Hansen was constantly updating him with new weapons; but not just him, his whole sheriff’s department was dependent on him. So, Lee greeted him as cordially as possible and with a tight-lipped smile. 

“Lloyd, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. How are ya?” 

The two shook hands as Lloyd returned a greeting. “I would say the same thing about you but you’re lookin’ a little fat.” Hansen chuckled as he gripped Lee’s right shoulder after releasing his hand from the handshake. He then took a drink from his glass. “Hmm, that is some damn good scotch! I will give you credit for that!” 

“Snake skin shed under dead leaves… Old rattle looks like angel wings… Lights coming on but slowly… Pulling back the curtain on the reckoning…” 

Lloyd then took a seat in the booth next to Alexander, Lee claimed his seat on the other side of him. It wasn’t long before Jay had reappeared and was standing in front of the three men. He had a tray in one of his hands and had just handed them fresh drinks along with a note for Lee. The Sheriff accepted the note with caution as he raised an eyebrow. When he opened the note, he did his best to hide his smirk but it was hard, especially when his cock started to stir in his pants. He cleared his throat and adjusted in his spot before he gave Jay a short nod. Just as Jay was about to say something, Alex interrupted him. 

“First thing’s first before we get started, who’s the new singer?” 

The group turned their attention towards the stage where the singer was front and center. She made intricate movements with her body and arms as she sang. Lee himself couldn’t deny it that she was quite the dame and the long, blue sequin dress hugged her curves perfectly. The four men listened to her sing for a few minutes, letting her sultry voice fill the room. 

“See that I’m still walking at witching hour… burning sweet sage, I pulled the tower… Truth’s coming out of her deep well… She ain’t suffering lies no more… 

…Meet me at the edge… I ain’t afraid… Lord, I've already fallen… See the beast sitting on the ridge… No time to waste… 

Jay was the first to break away from the singer’s enchantment. “That ol’ sport is Miss Natasha Romanova,” Jay paused briefly to glance over at Pierce and a smirk began to curl up onto the corner of his lips. “She’s quite something isn’t she?” 

Pierce continued to stare at the redhead as he spoke. “Yes she is. Yes she is.” 

Lee tried his best to not roll his eyes at his colleague but it was hard to say the least. “So, what the hell is this about Gatsby? You summon us all here and we’re here now. Now tell us what you have on Jones.” 

Lloyd chuckled at Lee as he smoothed out his mustache. “Uh-oh, boss man is getting angry. You better spit it out ol’ sport.” Lloyd put an emphasis on ‘sport’. 

Lee shot Lloyd a glare which caused Lloyd to throw his hands up in mock defense with a smirk on his face. Pierce scoffed at how childish Lloyd was acting before he took a drink out of his glass. 

“Right then, let’s get down to it. I’ve heard through the grapevine that Jones has been recruiting and heavily.” 

“This is why you called us? Jones is constantly recruiting, everyone knows that.” Alex rolled his eyes as if this was an inconvenience to him. “I’m missing my granddaughter’s birthday party for this?” 

By this time, Jay had gotten himself a chair and was sitting across from the three men. Jay began to strenuously shake his head as he slammed a hand onto the table. Before he spoke again, he took a deep breath and smoothed back his dirty blonde hair. “No, no, no ol’ sport you don’t understand! This is something big, I can feel it! It’s like he’s building an army or something! Just give me some time and I can figure it out.” 

“Let him know that we’re coming… Let him know, let him know… Let him know that we’re coming… Let him know, let him know… Let him know that we’re coming…” 

The men exchanged looks of worry before they turned their attention to Lee. Lee, who was lost in thought and was staring at his half full glass of whiskey. When Lloyd started to snap his fingers at him, he was pulled from his thoughts. He looked up at his fellow colleagues and a suspenseful silence filled the air as they waited for Lee to say something. 

“...Meet me at the edge… I’ve already fallen… I ain’t afraid… Let him know that we’re coming…

“If it’s a war Jones wants, it’s a war he shall have.” Lee paused to grab his glass of whiskey and polished off the rest of the amber colored liquid. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a date with a lady.” 

“...Meet me at the edge… I’ve already fallen… I ain’t afraid… Let him know that we’re coming…”  

Natasha sang the last few lines a few more times as Lee walked to the door next to the bar that said ‘private’ on it. When he yanked on the wooden door to open it, he nearly ripped the door off of its hinges. He needed to let out some of this pent up frustration and thankfully he didn’t need to go far. When he walked through the red curtains, he was instantly greeted by the madame who then led him to her, Melina Vostokoff. As soon as he entered her room, he noticed that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and wearing red lingerie along with a black see-through lace robe. His cock twitched at the sight, even more so when she gracefully walked towards him. Melina had to be his favorite girl here. She did what she was told and without too much sass. It also helped that her body was everything he needed. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and leaned in close. 

“About time you showed up. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” She reached down and cupped his growing erection as the last word fell from her lips and began to stroke him. 

A moan escaped Lee before he could stop it and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, it had been too long. Just as a smirk was beginning to curl up onto Melina’s lips, Lee shook his head and regained control. He grabbed her by the hips and quickly spun her around, one hand remained firmly on her hip while the other one went around her slender neck. He squeezed her neck gently as he rubbed his clothed cock into her ass. 

“See, this is what you do to me Melina. Were you trying to be a brat when you sent me that letter during my meeting?” 

He continued to dry hump her from behind as he waited for an answer. A small whimper escaped her as Lee applied a bit more pressure on her neck and she started to grind back into him. He smirked as she reacted to him, he wasn’t even inside of her yet and he had her desperate for him. He removed the hand from her hip and gave her cunt a harsh slap which caused her to yelp. 

“Well, slut, are ya gonna answer me or not?” He gave her twat another slap and she bucked up her hips in response. 

“I’m sorry but when I found out you were here, I needed to have you Sheriff.” Melina choked out as she continued to grind against him, leaving behind a wet spot on his pants. The wet spot mixed between his own pre-cum and her seeping pussy soaking through her thin undergarments. 

He gave her cunt yet another smack before he finally let go of the dark haired woman and pushed her towards the bed. “Hands and knees, now.” 

Melina immediately did as she was told, discarding her robe along the way. As she was climbing onto the bed, Lee began to remove his utility belt and set it to the side in one of the chairs. When he got to the bed, Melina looked over her shoulder to see Lee undoing his belt and pushed his pants down just far enough to free his big, leaking cock. She let out a moan just at the sight of him and licked her lips. She wiggled her ass for Lee which caused him to chuckle before he gripped her ass and gave it a hard smack. A smirk curled onto his lips as the sound pleased him and smacked her rear end one more time. 

He grabbed her by her hips again, yanked her closer to him and tore off her red laced underwear. He gave his cock a few strokes, rubbing his pre-cum up and down his shaft as he did so before he lined himself up with Melina’s already weeping cunt. He teased her folds as he moved his cock up and down, gathering even more slick to make things easier for him to penetrate her. He groaned as he slowly began to push through her slit and into her tight pussy. When he was fully sheathed, he took a moment to relish in the feeling. This was something he could never get tired of experiencing, he swore that Melina had one of the best pussy’s around here in this joint. Without warning, Lee pulled back out fully before he quickly slammed back into her which caused Melina to cry out in pleasure as Lee hit her g-spot.  

He roughly grabbed onto her hips as he began to thrust into her, both of them letting out their own sinful sounds. Lee was relentless with each sharp snap of his hips causing his balls to bounce in rhythm. With each thrust, he grunted out as he dug his nails into the soft flesh of her ass, leaving little half mooned shapes behind. His growl was almost animalistic when he began to feel her walls flutter around him, he could tell she was already close. He leaned forward slightly to grab a handful of Melina’s dark hair and pulled her up to him causing her to wail out. She cried out again when he began to rub rough circles onto her clit, stopping briefly to have Melina suck his thick digit before continuing his ministrations. She arched her back in reaction to his movements as he continued to snap his hips into her. 

Lee let out his own pornographic moan as her walls continued to flutter, her climax was getting closer and closer. Her moans spurred him on as he began to pick up speed with each thrust. He pulled her as close to him as possible, her back fully against his clothed chest. He grunted again before he spoke up to give Melina an order. 

“Cum, now, you slut.” 

Melina let out a cry of pleasure as she came around the Sheriff’s cock, her walls were squeezing him like a vice. He thrusted into her a few more times as she rode out her high before he pulled out of her and pushed her onto the bed face first. She squealed as she was caught off guard and landed onto the bed, she had still been enjoying her orgasm. Lee pulled her closer to him as he started to stroke himself and he moaned as he did so, trying to chase after his own relief. It didn’t take long before white ropes of his cum were spurting out of the head of his cock and were landing on the smooth skin of Melina’s ass. He took a moment to catch his breath and Melina did the same. 

“Yeah, that was good. Shit, that was good.” Lee chuckled before he found a clean spot on Melina's ass and smacked it. 

Lee then pulled his pants and briefs back up, tucking in his softening cock as he did so. Melina crawled off of the bed before she went to clean herself up without saying a word. When she returned, she glanced over at him and smirked as he was adjusting his utility belt. 

“You should clean up your pants Sheriff, it looks like I left a spot. Here.” Melina still had the smirk on her lips as she tossed him a damp towel in her hands. 

Lee caught it with ease and cursed under his breath as he began to clean his pants. Hopefully the wet spot would dry quickly considering the heat that was awaiting him once he got back outside. As Lee cleaned himself the best he could, Melina watched as she pulled out a cigarette and began to light it. She took the first drag from the butt of the cigarette and almost sighed in content. Even though she already knew what the answer was going to be, she offered the Sheriff one of her cigarettes. 

“Want one Sheriff?” 

“Sorry Melina, I’ve got shit that I gotta take care of.” Lee tossed the damp towel onto the bed before he adjusted his uniform once more. 

Melina swayed towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Ya know, one of these days Sheriff, I’m gonna get you to stay after. Maybe for a coffee? Who knows but one day, it’ll happen. I might even get a kiss from ya.” 

Lee smirked at her as he removed her arms from around his neck. “Aren’t you optimistic. None of that will ever happen Melina.” 

“Never say never Sheriff.” Melina eyed the Sheriff up and down as she took another drag and blew the smoke away. 

Lee shook his head at the woman in front of him before he leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Never.” 

Without another word, Lee left the room and exited the Tecumseh Bar. When he got back into his cruiser he let out a deep breath. The air felt thick around him and it wasn’t just because of the heat, he felt like his chest was being squeezed by an iron grip. He slammed his hand against the top of his steering wheel as he shouted. 

“Fuck!”

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Mr Sinister faces retribution from the X-Men and the Quiet Council!

Immortal X-Men #10

[onemoreparadise]

{au : he is hiding something from her: the fantastic beasts. Unfortunately, in the meantime, the muggle world learns that wizards live with them...} Part 1

Lied to myself, but I don't believe a word and I tried to sabotage it, but when you're gone. It hurts, and I, I used to get cold feet. I'd never go too deep. I was scared of the sound of a heartbeat. But it's undeniable what I feel for you. You know I've been wrong before but you're undeniable

[riveramorylunar]

𝔊𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔙𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨

Series Masterlist, (Chapter 13)

Pairings: Leonora Lesso x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Not really any

Pet Names/Nicknames: none

Word Count: 1,822

"Miss. Frost that's enough put them down" Lesso said and Skadi just looked at her. Skadi dropped Obsidian to the ground after frosting their shirt. "Aren't you mad that they stole Y/N's voice" Skadi spat out as she walked up to the Dean of Evil. "If we can't find her voice she won't be able to speak ever again" she growled out as her eyes still glowed. "Aren't you angry that you'll never be able to hear her beautiful voice ever again" Skadi continued as she looked up at Lesso who was looking back down at her. Lesso clenched her jaw tightly as she gripped her cane in her hand. Before things could escalate Y/N rushed over and stood between the two facing Skadi. Skadi looked down at Y/N who was looking up at her with pleading eyes. Skadi's eyes turned back to normal and all the ice had shattered to the ground. Before anyone could do anything Obsidian and the other two ran towards the window before crashing through it. Y/N rushed over and looked out of the shattered window to see the three of them falling. "We will be back" Eternity shouted before the three landed in the water. Y/N turned around and looked around to see everyone looking at her.

It's been almost three weeks since Y/N lost her voice and she was getting worse. She usually stayed in her dorm room crying and in the library reading some of the books in there. Sometimes she would go to the secret library and stay there all day. She thought skipping classes would be fine since she couldn't speak at all. But the one thing she spent most of her time was swimming in the lake. Y/N was laying at the bottom of the lake looking up at the night sky as she played with her hair. How was she gonna tell her parents and Melody that she had lost her voice forever and how would they react. She took a deep breath in before letting it out as she watched the water ripple around her. She opened her eyes when she heard something splash in the water. She saw something floating down so she sat up and reached for it. It was a glass bottle with a piece of paper in it. She opened the vile and took the paper out before reading over it. She rolled her eyes as she stuffed it back into the glass bottle before making it poof. She laid back down and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes she saw it was morning. She sat up before swimming to the top of the lake before peaking out. She stopped when she was looking at a pair of black heel boots. Her eyes trailed up to see the Dean of Evil was standing there. "So you finally come out from hiding I see" Lesso teased and Y/N just narrowed her eyes at the Dean. As she was staring at Lesso someone was walking up to her. Before they could grab her and pull her out she bit them. They yelped before yanking their arm back. "What the hell" the person shouted and Y/N smirked under the water. Lesso looked over at Soren to see him holding his hand. "That's a pretty nasty bite go to the nurses office" Lesso said and Soren huffed before walking away. Y/N watched the boy walk away before looking back at Lesso. "Everyone is starting to worry about you, you know especially your friends and me" Lesso said the last part quietly. Y/N just looked at Lesso for a couple minutes before pointing behind her. Lesso looked over to the bench and saw just a robe laying on it. Lesso walked over and grabbed the fluffy blue robe before walking back over. She looked away as she held the robe out for Y/N.

After a couple seconds Y/N tapped Lesso's shoulder. Lesso looked at Y/N and smiled down at her as Y/N just looked up at her. "Come on let's go get you some breakfast after you change" Lesso said and Y/N just stood in place. "You don't want to go do you" Lesso said and Y/N shook her head no causing the Dean to sigh. "At least go back to your dorm I'll have someone bring your food up alright" Lesso said as she looked around before pecking Y/N on the lips. Y/N blushed before looking away as she felt another peck on her cheek.

Y/N was sitting in front of the fireplace when someone knocked on the door before slowly opening it. The person walked in to see Y/N sitting near the fireplace so they walked over. "Lady Lesso told me to bring this to you, you like salad right" Y/N looked up when she heard the voice and smiled softly before nodding. The man smiled back before holding out the tray of salad and the drink. Y/N stood up and took the tray from the man. The man had short brown wavey hair and light blue eyes. He looked more like a boy but with his voice as deep as it is you could tell he was no boy. He had angel wings that touched the floor and a forehead crown that had a green diamond in the middle held up by two gold chains on either side. He wore diamond shaped earrings as well. The shirt he was wearing had three green diamonds hanging from the neck of the shirt. He wore a dark beige blazer that had gold patterns on it. As Y/N grabbed her fork she looked up at the man to see him still standing there. She motioned to the ground beside her with the fork and he sat down next to her. "Oh I'm Theodore I'm one of the cooks" the man said and Y/N looked up with a mouthful of salad. Y/N looked over at the table before reaching over and grabbing the notebook that was laying on it.

The two talked for a while well more like Theo talked while Y/N wrote down on the notebook before showing it to him. After Y/N finished her salad Theo stood up before taking the tray from Y/N's hands. He helped her up before bowing. "If you need anything like food a drink or just a snack ask one of the fairies and I'll bring it" he said and Y/N thanked him with a bow of her head before he left. As the door shut Y/N got up and made her way to the balcony before leaning against the railing. She looked over when she saw the crow she was fond of land next to her. She smiled before stroking its beak causing it to squawk.

Meanwhile down near the ocean three of the Ever students were picking stuff up when they saw something glowing. One of the girls walked over and picked it up. "what the hell do you think it is" the other girl said as she peered over the other girls shoulder. "Don't know but we should hand it over to Professor Dovey just in case it's dangerous" the girl holding the vile said and the other two agreed. They walked back up the hill and made their way back to the school for good. The girl that was carrying the vile said goodbye to her friends before making her way towards the Dean of good's office. She arrived and knocked on the door before opening it after hearing a come in. The Ever girl walked in before shutting the door behind her. "Oh Cytheria what brings you in here" Professor Dovey said as she stopped what she was doing before standing up. "Well me and my friends had found something near the ocean and we don't know if it's dangerous or not so I brought it here just in case" Cytheria said as she held out the vile. Professor Dovey carefully took it in her hands before her eyes widened in shock. "Thank you dear I believe this belongs to someone who has lost something dear to them" she said and Cytheria smiled before leaving the room.

Dovey immediately rushed out of her office before heading to Y/N'd dorm room first. She knocked on the door and waited a minute but there was no answer. She opened the door and looked around not seeing Y/N at all. She headed to the library next but she wasn't there either making the Dean of good frown. She searched through the whole school and couldn't find Y/N making her huff. She made her way into the communal hall to see Y/N's friends chatting away but there was no sign of her. Dovey walked up to the group before smiling softly. "Have any of you seen Miss Y/N anywhere I can't seem to find her I looked everywhere" Dovey said making Y/N's friends look at her. "Have you checked at the bottom of the lake" Y/N's friends all said at the same time and they giggled at that. Dovey shook her head no before she turned around and started walking off but was stood. "May we ask why you are looking for her" Sebastian said and Dovey turned back around to look at them. "I have something that belongs to her" she said as she held the vile up to show Y/N's friends.

Their eyes all widened in shock. "Is that her voice" Althea asked and Dovey nodded. "You won't mind if we take it to her instead, do you" Skadi said as she stepped ahead. "Of course not dear go ahead" Dovey said as she handed the vile over to Skadi who thanked her before rushing off. The others rushed after Skadi as they made their way out of the castle and towards the lake. Skadi stopped in front of the lake before shouting Y/N's name. After a couple seconds Y/N poked her head out of the water and saw her friends looking at her smiling. "We have something for you" Skadi said as she held the vile out. Y/N was halfway out of the water now as she looked at the vile questioningly. Skadi rolled her eyes before opening the vile. They all watched as the yellow ball of light floated towards Y/N before disappearing. Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she grabbed hold of her neck. "H-hi" Y/N had said and her friends all shrieked as they jumped into the lake and hugged their friend. Y/N started crying and let out a sob of relief as she was finally able to talk again. She couldn't wait to speak to Lesso again.