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I want you

Fred Weasley x fem! Malfoy! Reader

[Soulmate AU]

Summary: Y/n has dreamed of finding her soulmate ever since she was little, but would her soulmate love her for who she was, not only a werewolf but a Malfoy as well?

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, violence, scars, kissing,

a/n: Slytherin and werewolf reader, no Voldemort AU so the first war never happened, long one 8k+ words so get cozy I hope you enjoy xx

Joey Taggart, Jessica McConnell and Timothy Greengrass are my OC’s.

Soulmate rules: Scars and busies you have show up on your soulmates body, when you turn 16 you can talk to them by writing on your hand, but writing your name doesn’t work, nor does blood status after a law passed by the ministry

Bold italics – Fred’s writing, italics – readers writing

Masterlist | Fred Weasley Masterlist

There were two things about you that made you scary to the average witch or wizard, one everyone knew, you were a Malfoy, a pure-blooded Slytherin, the second only a secret few knew, you were a werewolf.

Your mother and father did everything to ensure what you were remained a secret, lucky for you, your family was as rich as they came making the task easier. Your godfather was excellent at brewing potions, every month he would brew your potion for you both while you were at Hogwarts and over holidays.

Due to always having access to Wolfsbane potion you didn’t have many scars and most were along your torso along with a bite mark on your hip from the original attack. At school, your parents paid to have your necklace charmed, creating a kind of shimmer around you, hiding the scars and any future ones in case they were inflicted in a place visible. The necklace was illegal as it hid your soulmates marks as well as any messages from them but your parents didn’t care, it was common practice in pure-blooded society anyway.

The idea of soulmates was a dream for you ever since you first found out about them. Until that point you knew one thing about yours, they were clumsy, always seeming to get small cuts or bruises. You couldn’t wait until your 16th birthday, when you could write on your hand and actually speak to them. Unfortunately, that dream became a nightmare during your 3rd year.

While on Easter break, your friends Joey and Timothy had gone home, bored you took a walk around the forbidden forest. While exploring you heard a howl, you tripped over a branch falling to the ground as you ran away, getting it caught in the process, you could hear the approaching creature as you tried to free your leg. The last thing you remembered seeing was glowing eyes before waking up to your father shouting at Dumbledore in the hospital wing. You had a bite mark on you hip, gashes along your stomach, you were lucky your godfather was the one to find you, saving you before the werewolf killed you.

After that night things changed, your life became a big secret, sneaking out to transform in the forest every month, finding a little spot near a pond where you could sleep off the transformations. You had a dorm to yourself courtesy of dear old daddy, so no one noticed your disappearances, Draco was there to help when you really needed it, but on the day to day you started feeling terribly alone.

After a year of going through it yourself, you told your two best friends. They had noticed your depressed mood, how you were shutting everyone out, when you told them they were relieved and happy you trusted them. Even after your refusals they became animagi, Timothy a fox and Joey a hare.

The idea was sparked by one of your professors, Sirius Black, he had spoken about becoming one for his husband. Despite being related, your family didn’t associate with him, he was a blood traitor and a Gryffindor, your father and mother even mentioning how he poisoned Regulus’ mind, turning him into a bloodtraitor as well.

When you turned 16, things should have gotten better, you would be able to talk to your soulmate. You knew they would know you were a werewolf, that much was obvious, but you couldn’t condemn them to a life with a werewolf soulmate, not to mention your parents had practically forbid you from seeking them out.

Over your 6th year, the Triwizard tournament kept your mind off of things. You had received some messages, mostly hi’s or hello’s, but one night you received a paragraph on your arm, telling you how they couldn’t wait to meet you, that maybe you were younger than them and that’s why you weren’t responding. When you read it, your heart clenched feeling guilty, it took everything not to write back.

Your friends tried to get you to talk to them, both of them had found or at least talk to theirs. Tim’s was a muggle girl he was planning on meeting over the next summer, and Joeys was a Hufflepuff in the year below. You went with Timothy to the Yule ball and Joey took his soulmate after you and Timothy spent almost a week hyping him up.

You were currently sat at the Slytherin table with Timothy feeling anxious as you always did on the day of a full moon.

“You alright” Timothy nudges your shoulder in comfort

“Yeah, just nervous you know” you shrug

“Come on eat up, you’ll need your energy” he encourages

“Yes mom” you joke, making him chuckle as you both begin eating

As your taking a bite of your food Joey runs over, sliding in next to you, knocking your fork out of your hand “Joe what the hell I was eating that”

“Please tell me you didn’t eat any of the pudding” he looks at you face full of concern

You flounder for a moment processing, while your other friend seems to understand what Joeys getting at, the realisation dawning on him. Your eyes widen as you start to panic yourself, hesitating as you speak “Why shouldn’t I have eaten the pudding”

“Someone figured out the house-elves stopped putting sugar in it, I overheard some Gryffindors boasting about fixing it”

You felt sick, you were the reason there was no sugar in the pudding, along with Professor Lupin of course. Sugar made your potion ineffective, you had never gone through a transformation without it, it was safe to say you were utterly terrified.

You stood up abruptly, walking out of the great hall, followed by your friends. Your exit caught the attention of most of the room. Draco looked concerned, he knew it probably had something to with the full moon, if Joey and Timothy didn’t follow you he would have. Sirius looked up from the head table, slightly confused but brushed it off.

Cedric and Jess looked up with furrowed brows, they were two of the few people who knew you didn’t believe in blood status’ like your family, they had a feeling you were a werewolf but they never confronted you, respecting that whatever you were, they would be there for you.

The golden trio along with Fred and George, watched your exit.

“What you think that’s about?” Ron half laughed, he wasn’t concerned in the slightest

“No clue” Harry replied, thinking for a moment as he chews on a bit of pudding “Is the pudding different or something, it tastes better”

“Well my dear Harry, we figured out the house elves stopped putting sugar in some of the puddings” George started “So we fixed that oversight” Fred finished both looking pleased with themselves

“Did you let Professor Lupin know?” Hermione states, clearly annoyed

“Why?” they ask confused

Hemione sighs “There’s no sugar in the pudding because it makes wolfsbane potion ineffective you dimwits” she whisper-shouts

“Shit, we need go tell him” Harry stands quickly making his way out of the great hall, followed by Ron and Hermione

“You okay Freddie?” George turns to his brother who’s turned chalk white

When Fred learned about soulmates he was conflicted, but after seeing his parents, James and Lily and Sirius and Remus, his heart warmed to the idea. He didn’t know much about his soulmate as he grew up, there were some scraps or bruises but nothing huge, he actually wanted to apologise for giving them a few shiners over the years.

One night in 3rd year he felt a strange sensation, it was the same one he felt when his soulmate hurt themselves, but this time it was much stronger. His brother and Lee woke up as Fred looked in the mirror, seeing the gashes across his stomach, the bite mark on his hip. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what it was, his soulmate was just turned into a werewolf.

Every full moon after he couldn’t sleep, it was like he could feel them transform. Fred became more adept at making healing potions and supplies, ready for when he met them he could help. When he turned 16 he wrote on his wrist, hello, as well as a heart on the back of his hand in case he could spot them.

Unfortunately, he never spotted someone with it. He would write hello, or hi on his hand every so often, hoping that maybe they had turned 16. As it neared the Yule ball, he wanted nothing more than to have taken his soulmate, instead he went with Angelina as friends. A few weeks before the yule ball he wrote a paragraph on his arm, he had no idea if they saw it. Truthfully, he hoped they couldn’t see it, his worst fear was them finding out he were their soulmate and rejecting him.

That night he felt so guilty as he sat looking out of the window, the guilt swelled in him as he felt a tingle on his neck. Looking in the reflection of the window pane, he saw a new gash, what hurt more was it must have been self-inflicted, it also meant there was a good chance his soulmate was out in the woods suffering because of him.

As morning came he was shattered, he couldn’t sleep at all. As he got ready to head to breakfast he wrote on his hand;

Everything’s going to be okay, I’m here for you love

You woke up the den you built in the woods, Timothy healed your cuts as best he could, luckily your necklace would hide the scarring. You felt drained, you never wanted to feel like that again, you felt the bloodlust for the first time and it scared you. You had never felt like a monster until that moment, you were acutely aware of how you were in no control, merely a passenger in the body of a monster.

It was now you were happy Joey and Timothy were animagi, they helped lure you away and kept your attention on them instead of hurting yourself. You just felt bad for your soulmate having to have such an ugly scar on their neck, along with all the others.

Just as you were about to put your necklace on you saw writing on your hand, reading the message you felt your heart swell. Love, they didn’t even know you and yet they seemed to care for you so much. Smiling you pulled yourself up, body still aching as you took out your quill and wrote back for the first time

Thank you ♥

“Holy mother of Godric!” Fred exclaimed barging out of the bathroom, his face the definition of happiness

“Bloody hell!” Lee shouted back, clutching his chest as he sat down for a moment “You gave me a heart attack ya’ big tree” he shifts picking up a pillow throwing it at him

“Hey!” Fred picks up the pillow about to throw it back as George walks back into the dorm

“Ughh” he looks between his brother and Lee “What’s going on?” he chuckles

“Ask your brother, he’s the one that just scared the living daylights out of me” Lee points to Fred, the two looking at him for some kind of explanation

“They wrote back!” George breaks out in a smile as Lees expression softens “Look!” he shows them his hand

“Ooooo a heart! Flirty, flirty” Lee wiggles his eyebrows

“Hey…what happened to your neck” George asks moving his brothers head to get a better look

His expression drops “We did that, fuck Freddie this is my fault, it was my idea”

“George, we didn’t know” Fred tries to reassure, not sure if he’s saying for his or his brother’s sake

Fred, George and Lee all headed to breakfast, coming in a bit late. You were already sat at the Slytherin table, exhausted, your body aching and your neck still sore to touch. No one could see the wound but you could feel it constantly.

“You heard what happened to Adrian this mornin” you were too tired to really listen to Joeys gossip, merely humming as Timothy asked what happened

“Right, so he was trying to chat up one of the Ravenclaws in the year below and he was walking backwards…” Joeys voice trails off, his eyes wandering to the table across the room

Timothy looks behind him, his eyes following Joeys, widening as he sees it.

Joey nudges you “What” you grumpily answer

“Y/n look” Joey nods in the direction of the Gryffindor table

Your eyes follow, mouth dropping open as you see the scar. You were in disbelief, staring at the elder Weasley twin. You felt your heart constrict and swell all at once, you found your soulmate but he was also the one person you couldn’t have.

You had watched him from afar, admiring his and his brothers pranks and creations, how handsome he became as the years went by, but the one thing you envied was the freedom he had. You knew if your soulmate wasn’t a pure-blooded Slytherin your parents would be upset, you knew they may accept a pure Ravenclaw, maybe even a Hufflepuff, but a Gryffindor, not to mention a Weasley, there was no way.

Your parents would almost definitely make you have an arranged marriage, despite everything, purist families still practiced it, your aunt Andromeda was disowned for going against hers, running off with Ted Tonks, same went for Regulus when his was a regular muggle.

You had thought about it, running away. The idea of showing up at Sirius’ or Regulus’ door crossed your mind more than once over the years, but you could never bring yourself to do it. For one, you couldn’t leave Draco, he was your brother, even if his views didn’t match your own. Second, you were a werewolf, not on the registry because your parents paid them off, if you left they would almost defiantly use it as a way to get you to stay.

So here you were, heart aching, realising the boy who you would have been thrilled to find out was the one destined for you, who just told you he was here for you, was someone you could never be with. Even if you did give up everything for him, which in your heart you knew you would, he wouldn’t never want a Slytherin for a soulmate, let a lot a Malfoy.

Your friends had turned back, you had been catatonic for about 5 minutes now so they just decided to let you process, Joey continuing his story about Pusey falling down the stairs.

Fred felt eyes on him, looking around he saw none other than you, y/n Malfoy looking at him like you had seen a ghost, eyes misty. As his eyebrows knitted together your eyes widened, realising he caught you staring, quickly looking back down at you plate, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. Fred shook his head returning to his brother and Lee bickering, but he was only half listening, you in the back of his mind.

Everyone knew who you were, a Malfoy, the most eligible girl in the whole school, every Slytherin hoping you would be their soulmate to marry into the noble house of Black. In first and second year you were happy, talked a lot, seemed very unlike your family, but during your third year you grew quiet, kept to yourself and didn’t speak to anyone outside your house, except Cedric a few times. Most assumed your change was to do with your brother coming to Hogwarts, the boy that ran to daddy over any minor inconvenience.

Fred hated Draco, especially when he made fun of his family for being poor. You and he had never actually spoken to one another despite being in the same classes for 7 years, so he didn’t really know where he stood on his opinion of you. You defiantly weren’t like your brother, he was sure he’d never heard you or your friends say a slur or belittle anyone, but you didn’t stop your fellow Slytherins from doing it

Over the next month leading to Christmas you and Fred started talking almost daily via your bond. At first you were nervous but over time you grew to love the interactions, giving you hope he might actually love you even if you were a Malfoy

Hi love

I’m so glad I can talk to you now

Me too

Does it hurt?

Yeah, but the potions help, I just feel sleepy

Do you go through it alone?

No, my friends help

Are they Animagi?

Yeah how did you know?

I remember Professor Black mentioning becoming one for his soulmate

Promise me you won’t try and become one, I don’t want you to risk Azkaban for me, it’s bad enough my friends did it

I promise I won’t become one unless I have your permission?

Okay

What animals are they?

Fox and a Hare

Nice

So, you’re at Hogwarts then?

Yeah, you?

Yeah, I’m Gryffindor you?

Fred noticed it took almost ten minutes to receive a reply

I’m not Gryffindor, does that bother you?

No, not at all, just asking so I can track you down easier ;)

Why don’t we tell each other one random fact every day?

Deal x

The facts differed day to day, sometimes it was general information:

I have one brother

I have many brothers and one sister

Other times it was secrets:

Over summers me and my friends sneak out to go to muggle theatres

I once blackmailed someone who stole money from me

And occasionally it was your insecurities:

I’m afraid my parents are ashamed of me, that I won’t live you to their expectations

Sometimes I feel my mother doesn’t believe in my dream

As the Christmas holidays arrived you were spending it at home alone as Draco was going to Blaise’s and your parents were off on holiday somewhere. A couple days before Christmas you invited Timothy, Joey, Cedric and Jess over, usually Cedric would invite you to his, or you would all go to Jess’ town and she showed you how cool the muggle world was. This was the first time you had invited them to your house, you told dobby that if anyone came to the door to tell them no one was in, or to let you know if your parents arrived home abruptly

When they arrived, you sat Cedric and Jess down, after talking with Joey and Timothy you decided it was time to tell them.

“I’m a werewolf” saying out loud you felt like a weight was taken off of your shoulders

You looked between Jess and Cedric to see their reactions, but their expressions didn’t change. Jess lunged forward giving you a hug, while you stared behind her at Cedric in shock. His face morphed into a little smile as you realised

“You guys already knew, didn’t you?” Jess pulls back, the two nodding as Cedric stands to sit by your other side

“Yeah, thank you for trusting us, if you need any help we’re here” He smiles giving you a hug

Jess and Cedric learned of the boys Animagus forms, your soulmate being Fred Weasley and how you’ve been keeping it a secret using a shimmer, taking off your necklace to show them your scars. After that you all headed into the kitchen, Jess had told you about how muggles make their own gingerbread houses at Christmas, so you all decided to try and make some. Separating into two teams, boys vs girls, rules, no magic or tampering with the other teams baked goods.

You and Jess were waiting on yours baking so you danced around to the radio, as Joey, Timothy and Cedric bickered about their ginger bread mix being the wrong consistency. Dobby was seated on a chair nearby smiling, you wished you could free him, you even thought about asking your dad to gift you Dobby on your 18th birthday so you could actually do it, but for now you told him to relax, to take the time off while everyone else was away.

“This place always gave me the creeps, it’s worse than our old house” Sirius shivered, looking up at the glooming mansion

“Come on, we drop off the gift and head back” Remus started walking, Regulus joining him

“Ugh” Sirius groaned, trudging after his husband and brother “I know we said we would try to be civil since their family, but we all know they’re just going to shut the door in our face”

“Even if they do, remember Draco and Y/n are still young they might not be like Narcissa and Lucius” Regulus reminded his brother

“Come on, you ever tried to teach that kid he’s basically a carbon copy with one really overrated catchphrase” Sirius complained

“Pads love he’s right. I know Draco’s a handful and a bit of an arse but Y/n seems more like you and Reg” Remus tried to assure his husband

“Y/n reminds me of you and Draco reminds me of myself. I was a arsehole too once upon a time but you never gave up on me. Y/n doesn’t have a James but…maybe we can let her know she has us in case things get too much, she’s graduating this year and we both know if her soulmate is anything other than a pureblood she’ll be forced to marry some git, so stop whining and come on” he gestures for Sirius to knock

Sirius sighs, nodding as he knows his brother is right “Come on let’s get this over with” just as he is about to knock the door Remus stops him

“Wait, do you hear that?” he moves his head around trying to figure out what the muffled sounds are

“I think it’s coming from around there” Regulus points

He starts walking around the side of the mansion, Remus and Sirius following closely behind. As they walk around the corner, they realise its music, peering through the window they see you and your friends. You and Jess are dancing, twirling dobby around as the elf joins you, the boys starting to chug bits of flour as their bickering reaches a boiling point

“Is that Cedric Diggory and Jess McConnell?” Remus looks in surprise seeing the two Hufflepuffs

“Yeah, McConnell’s a muggleborn right?” Regulus asks

“Yeah” Remus confirms

Small smiles graze their faces, Regulus and Sirius look at each other, sighing in relief that you aren’t like your parents.

“Tim!” you shout as a bit of flour hits you “Oh its on!” you pick up some flour throwing it back

The three men try not to snigger too loud as you all have a mini war, as you run around the island of the kitchen your cardigan slips a little, revealing your neck

“That scar…” Remus’ face pales with the realisation, it was just like his

“Wait…” Regulus shakes his head, clearly upset “…y/n’s a werewolf? How the hell did we not know that”

“Oh merlin, that was her” Sirius breathes out

“What was-” Remus asks but is cut off

“Get down” Regulus pulls the two down behind some bushes as Jess moves to shut the window

They sit with their backs against the bushes, “Sorry, what were you saying?” Remus turns back to Sirius

“At the start of term, while you were sleeping off your transformation…I heard another howl so I went to investigate. There was another werewolf in pain clawing at itself before seeing a hare run by and running off to chase it. It was the same day I saw y/n practically run out of the great hall” Sirius grimaced as he spoke, he always knew how much pressure you must have felt being from a family like his own, but the new information killed him a little

“The pudding…Harry came to me telling me not to eat it because the twins put sugar in it” Remus closed his eyes, he hated seeing someone like him, no one deserved to go through what you and he did each month

“Poor girl” Regulus sighs, heart breaking

The men returned home after leaving the gift at the door along with a letter for y/n. This year Regulus was hosting Christmas, the Weasleys and Potters were invited to stay for the week, with Dorcas and Marlene coming for dinner on boxing day.

As Sirius and Remus took a seat in the sitting room, Regulus went into the kitchen to help his partner and Molly with dinner. As the men settled themselves on the couch, they scanned the room, their eyes widening as they see a very familiar scar on Fred’s neck

“How was the Malfoys, Pads” James took a seat on the chair across from them, causing the rest of the people in the room to turn and look.

“Oh umm” he thinks for a moment before answering “Only Y/n was in”

“She isn’t all by herself is she, no one should spend Christmas alone” Lily comes in setting herself on the arm of the chair James is sitting on, a concerned look on her face

“No, her friends were with her”

“Greengrass and Taggart?” George enquires, Remus and Sirius nod “They stick together more than lil Roniekins, Harry and Mione”

Ron groans at the nickname, rolling his eyes as Ginny giggles next to him

“It wasn’t just them” Sirius looks over at Remus as if to check it was a good idea to tell them, to which he gives him a small nod “Cedric Diggory and Jess McConnell were also there”

Everyone in the room looks at Sirius, all in shock you had two Hufflepuffs, one of which being a muggleborn in your house. Fred smiled a bit in surprise, before his attention was pulled to his hand, his smile widening as he read it, letting out a small chuckle

George looked down, smirking “What did they say that’s got you so happy”

“Who?” Ron asks

“His soulmate”

George peers over at the message reading it aloud “Merry Christmas Eve Eve, fun fact of the day I suck at Ginger bread house construction”

The room giggles, James and Lily cuddling into each other as she’s moved to sit on his lap. Sirius, Remus and Regulus, whose now re-entered the room and caught on to the situation spotting the scar, smile knowingly. They all discussed later not to say anything, it was an unspoken rule to not interfere in soulmates finding one another, hence why it took so long for a certain Potter and Evans to get together.

As the new year came so did incentive for Fred to find his match, with every passing day he was falling deeper for a girl he’d never even met. He knew they were at Hogwarts and he desperately wanted to find them before he graduated.

You were in a similar boat, your affections towards Fred grew with every message you received. In one of your classes you shared he and George smiled at you before turning back to their own conversation, to which you felt your heart flutter and your knees weak. They weren’t the only ones to smile at you, Harry and his little group didn’t seem to sneer at you anymore, you noticed Remus and Sirius pay more attention to you, the latter even asking how you were from time to time. You understood to a degree why Sirius and Remus were paying you more attention, you received theirs and Regulus’ gift, with a note attached saying they wanted to get to know you more.

For a while you thought maybe they had found out you were Fred’s soulmate but then Fred would write to you about how he couldn’t wait to find out who you were, to meet you in person, so you figured they probably didn’t know and it was merely a coincidence. You were wearing a shimmer as well so there was no way anyone could work it out.

Fred found your little blush at his smiles cute, beginning to pay a little more attention to you. He noticed you seemed a bit lighter, happier than you used to, Harry even brought it up that you smiled back at him. He figured maybe Christmas and them being nicer towards brought up your spirts, he didn’t know why, but seeing you smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Now he was paying more attention to you, he noticed the disappointed looks you directed at your brother when he made fun of others, how you rolled your eyes when other Slytherin tried to flirt with you. He wondered if you had found your soulmate, he wondered if it was maybe Timothy or even Jess since she didn’t seem to have one yet either.

You were currently headed to Herbology, walking into class you saw everyone sitting in the wrong places, you looked around a bit confused when Professor Sprout called you

“Ah Miss Malfoy, I’ve assigned you all new seating for your final projects, please take a seat next to Mr Weasley” Your eyes widened a bit as you turned to see your soulmate doodling in his workbook paying no one any mind

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed to yourself as you slowly made you way over sitting down, you were close enough to smell him, it was times like this you hated your heightened wolfy senses, the smell of cinnamon, gunpower and chocolate overwhelmed you. As nervous as you were sitting next to him, his scent made you involuntarily relax.

As you sat down Fred looked up smelling sweet perfume and what he assumed must have been your shampoo filling the air around him. You gave him a shy smile as you started getting your books out, shrugging off your robe. He gave a small smile back, returning to his doodles.

Sprout was currently trying to help one of the first years that appeared to have been sent for something by another professor, so you had a little look over to see what Fred was drawing. It seemed to be some kind of plans for a new creation, you traced over it with your eyes, a small smile of admiration grazing your face. You didn’t notice Fred had stopped doodling and had notice you examining his work. He felt relieved when he saw the smile on your face, something in him swelled at your look of appreciation.

You looked up at him, now is your chance to actually talk to him y/n, you hyped yourself up

“What will it do?” your voice wasn’t what the boy was expecting, it was soft, sweet, and above all genuine, you weren’t mocking him “You don’t have to tell me if its top secret” you wavered a bit

“Oh, sorry” Fred chuckled, cheeks grazed with a light dusting of pink as he explained what he was drawing “It’s an idea for a telescope that would punch the person that tried to look in it” he bit his lip after he finished nervous you would laugh at him

“Well if you need a guinea pig I could ask my brother, he’s so gullible and does deserve one to the face” you giggle shyly, you didn’t poke fun at your brother to anyone other your friends but you felt like you could to Fred, he was your soulmate after all

Fred’s eyes widened in surprise before his face morphed in a cheeky grin “Duly noted” he winks before turning to face the Sprout

Your cheeks heat up, smiling to yourself as you also look towards the professor. Every class after that you and Fred engaged in small conversation, once you giggled a little too loudly at his joke, causing some of your fellow Slytherins to stare you down. During class one afternoon he asked a question you were dreading;

“So, you spoken or written to your soulmate yet” his tone is casual as he was currently trying to focus on cutting a sample of the plant in front of you

“Umm” you feel a lump in your throat getting nervous, Fred looks over at you seeing you look a bit paler

“Hey” he turns, looking down at you “You don’t have to tell me, I get if it’s not something you can talk freely about”

His understanding made your stomach do backflips, you nodded a little “Thank you, I have written to them, I’m almost certain I’m in love with them…” taking a deep breath you sigh “…but I don’t think they’d want me” it felt strange saying your deepest fear to the boy that was completely obvious to you being their one true mate, but at the same time it helped a little

Fred felt his heart crack a little at the last part, why wouldn’t someone want her she’s amazing, he thought

“I know how you feel, I’m head over heels in love with mine” You tried your hardest to keep your face from breaking out in a smile, you weren’t sure if he could hear your heart thumping in your chest as he continued “They’d be a fool not to want you, you aren’t like your family. Over the time I’ve gotten to know you, you haven’t once said a mean thing, and trust me even some Gryffindors shame me and George for our inventions”

“So, you wouldn’t care if your soulmate was Slytherin or something?” You ask trying to mask the hope in your voice

“Maybe if you had asked me a few years ago I would have said yes, but now?” he shakes his head “No, I just want to meet them, make sure they’re okay, it kills me knowing I can’t help them sometimes”

Your eyes became misty, trying not to let him see how overwhelmed with emption you are. After a while you composed yourself, continuing to talk about regular subjects again.

While you both where getting to know each other in person, the daily messages continued

I like the smell of wild heather and lavender

I like the smell of pancakes in the morning

I can make pancakes but everything else I will burn to a crisp x

Haven’t even met me yet and you’re ready to make me pancakes in the morning ;)

Maybe I am x

“Merlin, wash that off you two make me want to barf” George fake gags

“Your just jealous Lee wouldn’t make you pancakes” Fred rebuts laughing

How was last night? You feeling alight?

I’m tired, little sore but I’m okay

Maybe one day soon I can help convince you to skip class and I can hug you all day

I’d like that

Morning x

Anything special today?

Not really, just study for NEWTs

So you are in my year, you dropping hints love?

Maybe a little, you got plans?

I have plans just not to study x

You giggled, knowing he means he has some kind of prank planned. It was a Saturday, Hogsmeade was next weekend so you decided to try and get a weekend of study in so you could enjoy Hogsmeade next week.

You were headed for a break to have lunch, when you turned the corner only to trip over something, falling to the ground your books scattered on the floor. You gripped your arm in pain but before you could do anything you felt water over your head and a distant curse from down the corridor.

You gasped as the freezing water hit you, soaking you through, as you looked at your hair you saw it turn bright pink. Looking up in shock you saw some people around you starting to laugh, as well as two very guilty looking twins. Fred looked concerned as your eyes watered, watching as you quickly stood up grabbing your books, wincing as you did before you run off

Fred was too worried to register he felt a strange sensation in his knees and arm as you fell and pushed yourself up. Without a word he ran after you, following you into the bathrooms.

“Y/n” he approaches you slowly his heart aching seeing the tears falling down your cheeks, “I promise it wasn’t meant for you, it was supposed to be for Snape I swear”

You look up at him “I believe you, I’m just embarrassed” you gesture to yourself

“Here” he pulls out his wand, muttering a spell under his breath “There, back to normal”

You turn your head looking into the mirror, your hair returning to its usual colour

“Thank you” you give him a small smile “I…I should go” you say quickly, picking up your stuff, as you attempt to put on your bag your arm aches as you walk out of the door leaving Fred standing in the bathroom alone.

As he watched you leave he felt his arm tingle as he saw you wince, then he thought back to when you fell, remembering the same sensation. As Fred stood processing, his brother came in

“Freddie we’re gonna be late to lunch…you alright?” He tilts his head in concern

“Oh yeah, I just felt bad, she was so upset” he shook his head, following his brother out

As Fred sat at lunch, he stared at the spot you usually sat at, Joey and Timothy were talking among themselves but you weren’t there. He was confused, maybe what he felt was a coincidence but he couldn’t help but comb over everything he knew about his soulmate. He remembers them telling him about not living up to their parents’ expectorations, which made sense if you were a Malfoy, how your secret was sneaking off into the muggle world, and how you never told him what house you were in

He sat back a little, his mouth dropping as he remembered your pause when he asked about what house they were in, then yours and his conversation on soulmates. As he recalled the conversation he could hear the hope in your voice as you asked if he cared if his soulmate was a Slytherin. He started smiling to himself but then it faded, if you were his soulmate how come you didn’t have a scar on your neck,

“Mate I’m sure she’s alright, she’s not like Draco, she isn’t going to run tell daddy on us” George said after watching his brother stare into space for about 20 minutes

“Huh” Fred turns, sighing as he registered what his brother said “I know, I was thinking about my soulmate actually”

“Oh, you have an idea who it is yet?”

“Maybe, I don’t know. They’re definitely in our year and not in Gryffindor but no one has the same scar I just don’t understand” Fred head felt like it was about to burst, were you his soulmate or was this all just some big fluke, leaning his head on the table he groaned

“What’s wrong with him” Sirius chuckles as he walks by

“He knows his soulmates probably in the room but he can’t find them, no one has the same scar” Lee gestures to the boy’s neck

Sirius nods, he wasn’t allowed to interfere but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tell them a story that might help, plus, when was he one not to bend the rules?

“You know I knew Remus was my soulmate for a while, it wasn’t until I ran away I revealed it. You see my mother the horrid women she was made me wear a bracelet on my wrist which hid any marks my soulmate had”

“Seriously?” George said in disbelief

“Yeah, the marks were pretty obvious it was a werewolf, my family didn’t want that to taint the family tree so they forced me to hide it”

“Isn’t it illegal to hide the marks” Lee asks

Fred lifts his head up, listening intently

“They are, but rich families can afford it, some pure-blooded and even muggleborn families are cruel like that” Sirius sighs before nodding his head to say goodbye as he leaves

George and Lee talking among themselves as Fred sits in thought, you were his soulmate, something inside him always knew that on some level. The fuzzy feeling he felt when you giggled at his joke or smiled at him, how he felt at peace when you were close by. Never in his life he thought you would be his soulmate but at the same time it all felt perfect. As he smiled to himself he noticed writing appear on his hand

You there?

“Anyone got a quill?” he asked around looking around frantically

“Here!” Hermione chucks a pen at him

Fred eyed it “Mione, what…” he looks at the object in confusion

“For goodness sake” she stands up walking over, demonstrating as she draws on her hand

“Oh thanks” he replies watching her return to her lunch “Why the hell do we still use quills when this is so much easier” he mumbles to himself as he replies

I’m here, everything okay?

Bad day

Want to talk about it?

Not really, can you tell me something funny?

Fred then proceeded to write a long paragraph about the time he convinced his brother to accidently dye his mother’s hair green.

Thank you, that cheered me up a bit x

Anytime x

As he chucked the pen back to hermione he realised there was nothing stopping him from comforting you in person now

“Hey, guys I need to go check something, you got the map?” he asks his brother

“Yeah here mate, oh by the way can you make yourself scares till about 10 or so tonight” he wiggles his eyebrows

“Thanks, yes and…gross” Fred scrunches up his face as George and Lee chuckle to themselves

Fred pulls out the map, he hoped you wouldn’t be in your dorm if you were he would have to wait until tomorrow. He looked over the Slytherin common room, the rest of the castle, even the astronomy tower but you were nowhere to be seen. As he scanned the map he noticed your name out by black lake, folding up the map muttering ‘mischief managed’ he puts it in his back pocket heading outside

You were sitting on the shore, playing at the pebbles beneath you as you stared out at the water, your parents latest letter sitting next to you. This was it, the thing you were dreading, a letter informing you of who you were to marry. As if your day hadn’t been bad enough already, pranked by your soulmate and now you were to married to a man almost twice your age

As your tears finally seemed to dry up you hear footsteps approaching, you quickly put your necklace on, turning around you saw Fred approaching. You tried to wipe your tears but you were certain he’d already seen them.

“May I?” he gestures next to you, you nod not trusting your voice

“I am really sorry about earlier”

“I know” you sniff a bit, your cracking voice breaking the boy’s heart, but your next sentence broke it more “I’m not crying about the prank…my parents just sent me a letter telling me I’m about to marry Rabastan Lestrange”

“Isn’t he married to your aunt?” he looks at you in confusion, you were too busy staring at the lake to see the sadness in his eyes

“No that’s Rodolphus, Rabastan is my uncle in law” you clarify

“And your parents are happy to marry you off to a man almost twice your age? Does he have a soulmate?”

“Toujours Pur…always pure, the Black family motto. Rabastans soulmate was a regular muggle, who disappeared under well…mysterious circumstances so he never married, and for me there are some things that…well” you chose your next words carefully “…there are some things about me that make my situation more complicated”

Fred nods, as you hesitated he knew you were talking about, not many people wanted a werewolf for a bride in case you passed on the infliction.

He thought for a moment before he spoke “What about your soulmate?”

You fiddle with your necklace as you speak, Fred’s eyes lingering on it then back to you

“I’d want nothing more than to run away with them, I don’t care about being disowned, I haven’t for a long while now. I thought about running away to Sirius’ or Regulus’ over the years but I stopped myself. I know Draco’s a pretentious arse but he’s still my brother, and I guess I hoped…still hope, one day he’ll realise blood-status don’t matter. There’s other things too that they could use to make me stay, plus I don’t even know if my soulmate would want me” your heart felt heavy, looking down at your lap you tried not to cry again

Fred’s heart ached as you spoke but it flutters slightly as you said you would run away with him. He reached out taking the hand that was fiddling with the necklace lacing it with his own. You finally look up at him, seeing his eyes a bit watery, his other hand moving to brush some hair from your face.

“I want you” he caresses your cheek

Your mouth drops, tears pricking your eyes “You want me?”

He nods “Who wouldn’t want you” he tilts your head up, eyes flickering to your lips for a second “May I?”

“Yes please”

He captures your lips with his own, both of you smiling into the kiss as he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your head deepening the kiss. As you kiss Fred grips your hips, moving you onto his lap, as you straddle him you wrap your arms around his neck.

After a few minutes you pull away, both of your lips a little pulp as you shy away only for Fred to tilt your head back up to him, kissing your forehead “I’m so glad I finally found you” he smiles sweetly

“I’m glad you found me too, I’m sorry I made you wait so-” he presses his finger to you lips, making you pout

“Don’t apologise love, I understand” he leans down pecking your lips

His eyes wander to your necklace, you follow his gaze, you bite your lip as you reach back to remove it. As you do the scar on your neck is revealed, he traces it with his fingers before leaning down, planting a gentle kiss along it.

“That was all my fault” he rubs his thumb over the scar

“What do you mean, Freddie” you look at him confused, he can’t help but smile a little at you calling him Freddie for the first time, it just sounded so natural rolling off your tongue

His smile drops as he looks back at you “If I knew sugar made it ineffective I never would have…” he trails off swallowing hard

You place your hand over his, the other on his cheek “It’s okay, if it didn’t happen I never would have known my soulmate was you”

“How did I get so lucky” his eyes filling with adoration

“You and me both mister” you smile as you lean in to kiss once again

“Y/n Malfoy’s your soulmate!” George looks at his brother in shock

“And you snogged her?” Lee adds, smirking

“Yes, and oh yeah” Fred couldn’t contain his smile, going off to his brother and Lee about what happened by Black lake

Meanwhile you were headed to Sirius’ office, knocking on the door you hear a distant ‘come in’

“How can I…oh hello y/n everything alright” Sirius’ eyes soften seeing you, he watches as you nervously walk in and take a seat

“Yeah, I…I think so” bite your lip, after talking with Fred and maybe making out a bit more, you decided you would go talk to Sirius about living with him or Regulus after you graduate, but now you were actually here you were so nervous, what if he says no, you thought

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” he gives you a reassuring smile

“umm…canIcomelivewithyouafterIgraduate?” you blurt out, cringing after you did

Sirius’ eyes widen, taken aback “Sorry what?”

You take a deep breath “Can I come live with you after I graduate?”

The man looks at you for a moment before he stands up walking around the desk. He looks down at you, your eyes filled with hope as you wait for his answer

He breaks out in a smile “Of course you can sweetheart”

You jump up hugging him, the man takes a second before wrapping his arms around you, as he does Remus walks in the door seeing the scene. Remus looks at you then to his husband, seeming to almost ask him a non-verbal question to which Sirius nods, making the scarred man smile as well

When you graduated, you didn’t head back home to the mansion, instead you went home to Sirius and Remus’ cottage. You sent a letter to your parents informing them you weren’t coming back, to which they sent a howler back, demanding you come home calling you all kinds of things as they tried to blackmail you into staying, threatening to disown you and out you as a werewolf.

Remus and Sirius were furious when the heard your fathers voice boom through the house. After a couple more howlers, they officially disowned you and you didn’t hear from them after that, in fact you didn’t see them again for 5 years.

You were currently closing up your shop which lied just off diagon ally, with help from Remus and Sirius, as well as some anonymous help from a certain godfather of yours you opened up a potions shop. The shop was a front and allowed werewolves to come in and get their potions for a discounted price, sometimes even free if they really needed it, without fear of being judged or found out.

Joey helped you as he was excellent at making potions, becoming your brewer and looking after the shop when you were away. Sure, you definably weren’t the most profitable shop, but it was defiantly the most moral one.

After you locked up, you headed down to meet Fred, after Hogwarts you both started dating officially, his family was kind to you and welcomed you in as one of their own. You both supported each other, helping one another achieve your dreams.

As you approached Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes your heart swelled seeing Fred already waiting, standing outside the store. As he spots you walking up to him he smiles, wrapping an arm around you as he hands you a bouquet

“Hey love” he kisses the side of your head

“Hey Freddie, these are beautiful” you lean up kissing the corner of his lips, smiling as you breath in the smell, lavender and heather

“I know they’re your favourite my love, come on we’ll miss out reservation” he winks leading you down the street

As you rounded the corner you run into three people you hadn’t seen in almost five years, your mother, father and Draco

“Y/n” Draco says, looking between the two of you “Weasley”

“Mr Malfoy, Mrs Malfoy, Draco”

“Mum, Dad, Draco” you greet as Fred pulls you closer to him

“Still with the bloodtraitor then” Fred’s jaw clenches at your fathers’ words

“Lucius” Your mother scolds “How have you been dear?”

Your mother had been angry at you for a time, but unlike your father she realised herself and your father were the problem, she felt guilty

“I’m doing great” you answer proudly, looking up at Fred as he smiles down at you

Draco tries to hide the smile on his face as he looks at the loving eyes you give Fred. Ever since you left he slowly realised how wrong his parents were, he had thought about reaching out to you over the last few months, he had found his soulmate, he wasn’t sure if Timothy had told you or not but it was your friends’ younger sister, Astoria. She helped him become a better man, his views on blood supremacy changing.

“Well it was…nice seeing you again but we have somewhere to be” Fred gives a fake smile towards your parents as you begin to walk away

“Disgrace to the Malfoy name” Your father sneers earning disapproving looks from your mother and Draco

“Good thing she’s not a Malfoy any more then” Fred smirks holding up your hand, flashing the ring on your finger “She’s a Weasley now” he winks leaving your father and mother in shock, Draco letting out a small chuckle as you walk away

#fred weasley and reader #fred and reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #malfoy reader #soulmate au #harry potter fanfiction #harrypotter #angst and fluff #slytherin reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley fanfiction

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sitp-recs · 2 years

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Hi Liv. I know you mostly read shorter stories now days but a while back you recommended criminal by @the-sinking-ship (at least I think it was you) and it is one of my favorite drarry stories, so I was just wondering if you’ve got anything else like that? Were Draco is sort of shady with the law and harry is sort of a cop? Preferably a bit on the longer side but anything is good!

Hi anon! Absolutely, I love Criminal and I highly recommend checking Sly’s catalogue for more incredible long fics. Chasing Dragons is one of my personal favourites! 🙌 as for fics with that specific (and delicious!) trope, here are some recs:

Mens Rea by @lqtraintracks (2022, E, 3k)

Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed.

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (2021, M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

Exiled by A_factorygirl_69 (2013, E, 16k)

Draco is declared persona non grata by the Ministry after the War. Harry has been tasked with keeping an eye on him, ensuring he stays out of England.

The Good Guys by Frayach (2014, E, 26k)

The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator. And as soon as he sees Malfoy, bound and waiting in his cell, Harry Potter knows he’s in trouble. Deep trouble.

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by @vukovich (2022, E, 50k)

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead. But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

A Pocket Full of Stones by @amywaterwings (2022, E, 68k)

A curse is spreading through the wizarding world, erasing memories of the war. Harry Potter is on the case! Where Draco is the DMLE’s most wanted dark wizard and Harry is the private investigator tasked with bringing him in. It goes as well as one might expect.

Crown Witness by @slytherco (2020, E, 70k)

After the war, wizarding society is oppressed by a new kind of plague—an organised crime group calling itself the Family. When Harry Potter goes to interrogate a potential witness, he doesn’t expect to end up on the run again, trying to keep Draco Malfoy alive, while a manhunt follows in their footsteps, adamant on eliminating the one witness that could ruin everything.

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (2020, E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

The Darklist by dysonrules (2014, M, 87k)

When Draco Malfoy, wanted criminal, strolled into the Ministry to give himself up, he seemed destined for Azkaban until he offered to hand over information to avert an upcoming crime. Of course, he refused to divulge that knowledge to anyone but Harry Potter.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (2021, E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

And here’s a subversion of that trope with Auror Draco and criminal Harry 👌🏼

Violent Delights by @primavera-cerezos (2021, E, 20k)

Draco Malfoy's life should be going very well. He's engaged to a wonderful man and in line for the Head Auror job. He's been made lead investigator on a serial murder case, trying to figure out who is killing off the scum of the wizarding world, one by one. So what if he's kind of miserable? Things always get better.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #morally grey Draco #Auror Harry

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messier-47 · 2 years

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I got an idea but i'm gonna make it quick cause currently brewing a potion of Fuck You for me to drink come tomorrow morning to start pushing out new chapter of FUBAR's next arc

Madatobi, slowburn, Modern!AU, Highschool!AU, i'm about to fuck your shit up if you are, were, or becoming an angry teenager

Story is all told in Mada's POV (maybe with little breaks of Tobirama) and he in his family live in the perfect picket fence household and Mada is a straight-A student, over stressed student body president, really gives off the dad-friend vibe cause he's also a nerd but don't think he's weak for thinking that hanging out with the Naruto-weeb kids during lunch is cool cause he's not afraid to throw hands. On the other hand Hashi, his best friend, his captain of the football team and all about school pride and their childhood friendship is a match made in heaven They promised to be each other's best man at the weddings, probably get stuck in the same nursing home together, that type of childhood best friend.

Except Mada knows that Hashi's homelife isn't that good.

He knows nothing explicit cause his friends keeps him fairly distracted and over the years Mada stopped questioning why he's never invited over at the Senju's house and other subtle signs that shit ain't right.

Another thing to ignore is Tobirama.

Hashirama's younger brother by only a year, a junior in highschool to Mada's senior. The pale senju is one of those feral punk teens that have safetypins pierced up and down his ears, EYELINER, blackpainted fingernails and an attitude like a cactus on fire and emitting poisonous fumes. Really caustic personality, gets in trouble ALOT by the school and Hashi has let it slip once or twice that he's not afraid to act mean at home either. Kinda a depressing kid really, like a shadow no one wants to acknowledge.

Until Madara gets into a situation.

idk for what, all i know is that he needs outside 'illegal' help in order to get out and who is the most 'criminal' person within his reach? Tobirama. So he goes to Tobirama asking for help and after hearing the story Tobirama helps.

The thing is though Madara thought the whole interaction was going to be worse than it was...but...it turns out Tobirama is funny? Really dry, sarcastic, morbid humor and it catches Mada completely off guard and turns out afterwards he realizes...he actually kinda enjoyed hanging out with the emo kid.

So let's have an arc of the usual Highschool!AU tropes where the straight-A student is trying to help the emo kid. the usual "I can fix him!" attitude mixed with the "he's not really that bad" and the "I didn't know you were THIS smart."

Except everytime it's brought up Hashi makes a face like he sucked a sour lemon. tries to kindly warn off Mada like his own brother is a ticking time bomb.

Why?

Stop the musical number, change the lighting and filters and let's take a look at the Senju homelife.

Dad's a cop.

A mom ain't afraid to lash out.

Oh, they'd never hurt their kids or each other cause they're a 'perfect' family (despite having their embarressing second son) but that doesn't mean Daddy don't drink till he passes out and screams at Mom about anything and everything. And Mommy is so nice and smiley until she's hurt and then she lashes out with her tongue in anger, fear, and pain before crying her eyes out like she's the victim.

Tobirama. fucking. hates. being at home.

But he's got two little brothers, Kawa and Ita in Middle and Elementary school, that only has him going up to bat when Daddy turns to yell at his kids so Tobirama stands in the line of fire and shouts back. And when Mommy tries to play both the victim and aggressor card Tobirama still stands and doesn't let her focus on his brothers.

In this; Tobirama is turning out just like their dad. And that's why Hashi can't help but fear and resent his younger brother. But at the same time Hashi is just like their mom, willing to smile and gloss over the abuse, lashing out when something doesn't go their way, and playing the victim card to get out of trouble.

And Madara is stepping a little too close to the landmine for comfort.

It's gonna blow up on him.

#madatobi #my content #tobirama #madara #fanfic i only hope to write one day #hashirama #Highschool!AU #i have an idea #Oh man if you think Tobi got a mean streak in FUBAR #you got another thing coming #naruto

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annemagus · 3 years

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natural love potion; h.p.

Pairing: harry potter x fem!Gryffindor!reader Timeline: HBP / 6th year Warning(s): cussing, mentions of dying and blood, submission, reader pining Word Count: 5k

A/N: Hey there! This is my first ever post. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Harry and Y/N are friends. Just friends. Much like Harry and Hermione, there is nothing out of it that is going on between them. Not until that day in potions.

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“Are you done with my potion?“

“You mean, will Professor Slughorn call you by your name? Then yes, Wallenby.“

It was the first week of another year at Hogwarts. New faces, new prefects and even new professors are introduced, as usual. Professor Slughorn is the newest addition to the faculty and to have a good first impression with the students, he's given the 6th years Amortentia, the love potion, as their first Potions homework.

They were supposed to put it in their selected food or drink and it had to be unnoticeable. Why would the Potions Teacher assign this kind of homework to the students? No one knows. But this certainly gave him a good first impression to a large number of students.

“Blimey Harry, we've been rotten at Potions ever since. Now look at you, it's as if you've taken private lessons with Snape the whole summer. You’re the bloody Potions Master in our year now!“

The two Gryffindors are making their way out of their dorm room towards the Common Room with Harry holding a small basket of cookies to bring it in the dungeons where the potions classroom is at. Y/N is patiently waiting for them near the Portrait as several students greet her along the way.

"G'morning."

“Where’s ‘Mione?“ Ron exclaimed without even acknowledging the girl’s presence.

“Uhm, shouldn't you know that, Mr Prefect?"

The male prefect then realized the time and his supposed agenda to escort first years to the Great Hall. Harry scolded him of how much he and others would kill to be in his position and yet he’s never given it any importance.

“Godric, have mercy on me. Hermione’s gonna kill me!” the redhead exclaimed after getting a playful slap behind his head from the Chosen One before rushing away from the two.

“Much worse than that, she’s gonna make him expelled,“ she jokes with a mouthful of cookie from the small basket Harry was holding. "Mhm, you have no idea how badly I've been craving cookies since last week! This is good, Har. Where’d ya buy it?“

Harry, before realizing what happens, freezes. He was too busy lecturing his best friend that he didn't notice a hand sneaking into his potion, the cookie. His hand slowly snakes its way to the contents of the basket that has supposedly four cookies but now has only three. “Y/N!“

"What?" she chuckles dreamily.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

“What for? You put poison in it, didn't you?“ Y/N continues to chuckle dreamily.

Harry stares at his friend as if she was some peculiar experiment. “How are you feeling, Y/N?“

“I feel like . . .“ she sighs dramatically as she gazes far away, mesmerized. The effects are plainly obvious. “I feel like falling.“

“Falling?“ Harry's stomach twisted. This is what makes Potions classes bothersome, the uncertainty of knowing whether the potion you brew is right or wrong. You can only know it if you’re a professional or by testing the potion done, which in Harry’s case, Y/N would do for him.

"I'm falling in love, Harry. I'm falling in love with you."

And boy was he really the Potions Master.

The raven-haired boy's cheeks got warm the second those words escaped his friend's lips. The two are only friends and have never acted more than that. Seeing this new side of Y/N for Harry is too foreign for him.

Sure, Harry has seen her date two boys from different houses, but being the recipient of her romantic antics has never crossed his path. His last romantical relationship, if you can call it that, was last year with the senior Ravenclaw Cho Chang. Even that didn't go well. He went on a single date with her just to make her believe he's in love with both Hermione and Y/N. Ever since then, he never thought about committing to any romantic relationship.

"Harry . . ." Y/N's hand reached out for his arm, grazing down slowly towards his hand with too much delicacy. Their hands are now intertwined. The both of them have never reached this close proximity, having learned now that one of his best friend's palms are soft but slightly calloused in the fingertips from playing muggle instruments and Harry fears that when Ron finds out about this act, he will tease them nonstop which isn't fair for Y/N. ". . . I know this may sound all too sudden, but, I have loved you ever since."

He didn't respond. He tries to block all of this sudden affection out of his mind knowing these are all artificial.

"Don't you love me back?"

"Of course I do. You're my best frie-"

If his cheeks were warm, now, his ears as well are on fire. Y/N has thrown herself to the flustered boy, locking his neck and face in her arms, squealing in happiness like a kid. Holding hands is a new thing for The Boy Who Lived but hugging him as if to let the world know he's someone's is another thing.

Very few people have ever hugged him in all the history of his 16 years of existence, knowing the story of his parents and the lack thereof. His godfather, Mrs Weasley and Hermione are the only ones — as far as he knows — written in a tiny piece of parchment of the list of people who have hugged him. Yet none of them could compare to this hug as those mentioned acted parental towards him.

Students are now starting to pass them out of the Common Room towards the Great Hall. One of those shouted, "get a room!" They're still standing just beside the Portrait Hole where Ron has left them both to deal with his own romance.

"Uhm, Y/N, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast first, yes?"

"Yes! Let's tell 'Mione and Ron that we're finally together!"

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Breakfast was agonizingly slow, to Harry's opinion. Y/N can't stop giggling beside him and feeding him like an infant earning them attention from the others.

"Oi, Potter! Didn't know that you two are . . ."" Seamus makes a kissing face earning a few cackles and sniggers from their other friends at the table.

The boy just ignored them with an eye roll, amusing the two friends in front of him.

"Leave them be, Harry. Besides, when was the time Y/N acted on you this way, huh?" They all diverted their gaze to the dazed girl. Eyebrows knitted in concentration as she feeds him but at the same time doing her best to get as close to Harry as the universe could possibly give her the opportunity to. They've never seen her this in love and affectionate. And the two thought that Harry just deserves it even just for a while. "Never, right? You better make it worthwhile."

"Thanks, Ron. Really helpful." He answered with his famous eye-roll.

"Always here for you, mate "

"I just don't get why we couldn't tell Professor Slughorn immediately. I mean, I'm sure he has something for Y/N. Or Madam Pomfrey-"

"Yeah? In which I'm sure is also your easiest ticket to detention."

The boy grunts some incoherent words of profanities under his breath. Not only was he getting embarrassed by the fact that one of his close friends is acting like his girlfriend but dragging Y/N along with his catastrophic life is just too unfair on her side. She didn't ask for this. Plus, detention in the second week of a new school year doesn't sound good.

The Brightest Witch reminded them not to take Potions lightly. It may sound like not the most helpful subject in a wizarding war, but can get you expelled once meddled with students. In short, what happened to Y/N is very illegal. You should not use or test your Potions project with another student. Plus, Filch will go nuts if he gets the news that a student gave another student a love potion.

“Well, at least, now we know that your Potion worked well.”

"Come on, we're going to be late for DADA."

On their way towards Snape's classroom — a fact Harry still can't accept — Y/N's fingers are interlaced with Harry's as they walk. She's given him her bag as that's what boyfriend and girlfriends do. In the classroom, Y/N didn't sit in her usual spot but literally kicked Ron out of his chair to sit beside Harry, the boy just mouths a sorry.

Her usual focus from the class was now inclined to Harry himself alone the whole class. Out of all their major subjects, Harry is known to have the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on top of it all. Y/N knows it, having been a member of Dumbledore's Army. Everybody knows it. But with Snape being the teacher and Y/N constantly caressing his left cheek every time Snape's back faces them, the said subject is somehow kicked out of its place on top.

"Y/N, do you mind?" He tried but obviously failed to ask her to stop in the nicest way he can utter. "I mean, it'll be really hard for us to pass DADA, and eventually NEWTs, if we're both distracted." His voice is hoarse and soft, one way or another. Afraid to hurt the girl beside him and cause a scene. Letting his former Potions Professor know his mischief doing is the least of his priorities for the day. Merlin, at least, let this day finish without anyone knowing.

"Harry, my love, it's not my fault your eyes are distracting. They're the most beautiful green not even the most beautiful forest in the world could compare to."

Once again, his cheeks and ears are on fire for the 37th time this morning. Most of the reasons are from the nonstop compliments he's receiving from the girl. It didn't take much energy from him to not believe all of it. He grew up with the Dursleys, they didn't fail to engrave in his mind his place and worth.

"Care to share in class what you're chattering about, Mr Potter?" The elder snarled in the middle of his discussion, letters extending out of his tongue as per usual. He finally notices, as always, Harry making another noise across the room.

"Nothing, Professor."

The said Professor narrowed his eyes to the duo. He knows, of course, he knows, he was a bloody Potions Professor ever since he accepted the job offered to him at Hogwarts.

"I'm saying this once and only once," he positioned himself in front of the two, now leaning to the Gryffindor boy to let just the two hear what he'll say. "Fix this, or you will face more vile punishment than getting expelled."

The class was dismissed with 50 points taken from Gryffindor. Harry is used to it, even his other fellow Gryffindors weren't surprised anymore. As a matter of fact, as long as he is breathing, infinite points will be deducted from their house.

As they were heading out of the classroom, Hermione gently peels the zonked out Y/N away from her grasp on the poor boy. "Harry, you can't let the other teachers know about this."

"Well, what do you suggest then?"

The next words that came out of her lips are like caffeine to the sleepy heads of Harry and Ron. They could not believe she could say such things. Even Y/N would have been gobsmacked if she just wasn't in a daze.

"Don't go to classes?" Her tone was laced with uncertainty. But she couldn't think of any other option, she'd rather let them take a day off classes than have Harry nor Y/N expelled.

"Can I come with them?"

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Harry Potter's Monday was bizarrely different from his usual ones. He has spent the whole day with Y/N trailing behind him like a baby duck. His hand used to be sweaty the whole time with her's but now, it felt more comforting than awkward interlocked with his.

The castle was quiet, with all the students in class, it gave him privacy and away from the prying eyes of malicious gossipers. They couldn’t get inside the Common Room as some 7th years are hanging there knowing they have fewer classes and more time for reviewing for their NEWTs, library; some teachers roam around there, Hagrid’s Hut; knowing Hagrid, as much as they love the guy, couldn’t keep his mouth shut from secrets.

As much as he dreads going to class all the time, it was strange to see the castle this quiet without Ron’s company.

He was throwing pebbles by the lake to pass time as Y/N sat on the ground behind him, making them their Charms essay homework.

The boy studies her features. Y/N wasn’t so bad. Her hair’s tidier than Hermione’s. She was actually beautiful. He would’ve taken her to the Yule Ball when Ravenclaw Cho Chang declined his invitation and if it wasn’t for that Slytherin bloke asking her out instantly - her first ex-boyfriend who Y/N dated a few months back. Her hair tucked in her ear as she focuses on what to write next in her essay. Harry feels bad for making her write his homework but the girl insisted. Guess you’d do anything for the people you love.

He looks back on the lake. Thinking of the people who have loved him did everything they could to protect him, even dying. First, his parents, then Sirius even Jesus, what did he do to deserve this fate. What good will it be if the people he loves are gone?

Two arms wrapped around his chest from behind startled him.

“You’re tense.” Y/N’s hand unwrapped his bloodied hand. He didn’t even notice he was gripping the stone tightly, his scarlet blood staining the object.

“It’s nothing.“ He cranes his neck to stare at the girl on his right shoulder. Her eyes are full of concern and love. Love that he created out of a goddamn potion for a goddamn homework. A love that could never be compared to the love of his parents and Sirius. A goddamn false love. His brows knitted before jumping out of Y/N’s embrace with panic.

“I think we can go inside now.“

The rest of the day consists of Harry, trying to ignore all of Y/N’s pining over him. He tries to remember that all of these are not her fault, there’s nothing to get mad at her about. Running away from her is also impossible as she committed herself to cling to Harry’s arm as if her life depends on it.

Finally, classes are over and dinner is approaching. The two are reunited with Hermione and Ron in a secluded area of a random hallway, as Harry was hoping to get less attention from other students as they got earlier at breakfast.

“How are the love birds?“ Ron teases, seeing their hands locked still.

“Oh, it was majestic, Ron! Harry took me to the Black Lake even though today was a school day. I feel a little rebellious, to be honest.“

“Good hiding spot.“ Hermione commented.

“I’m not going to the Great Hall for dinner. So you two can bring Y/N instead.“

“No! I’m coming with you!“

“Y/N aren’t you tired of my company yet?“

“I could never! I love you.“

Ron snickered pretty loudly in front of them, even Hermione couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Aren't you two just adorable?” the redhead continues to tease.

“Don’t worry Harry, Ron and I will bring you supper instead.“

The day has finally ended and the effects of the Amortentia, as what the favourite book of Harry says, wears off after 24 hours. It was past Y/N’s get up time but fortunately for them, she took her time sleeping exactly until the effects wore off.

She moans with pain as she tries to sit up from her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"'Mione?"

"It's me."

"I feel like a full construction site is inside my head . . . and I feel awful. Like, waking up on the wrong side of the wrong bed."

"Do you feel anything . . . unusual? Like, something or particularly someone you want to obsess about?"

The girl looks at her strangely and then at the time. "Bloody heck Hermione, aren't we late for breakfast?"

Clearly, Y/N remembers none from the incident.

Meanwhile, at the Great Hall, Harry is tapping his leg out of anxiousness. If his Amortentia was too strong and didn’t ease away, he might as well pack his belongings and leave Hogwarts voluntarily. His precious book from the Half-Blood Prince has mentioned the cure for a love potion but the ingredients are only held by the Potions Teacher. The horrors there will be once he mentions this to a teacher is unimaginable, he’d rather spend the day with a dazed Y/N than get lectures from a teacher.

“Don’t worry about your girlfriend, mate,“ Ron’s words are muffled from a chicken leg in between his teeth from across him. “They’re here.“

Across the Hall, the two girls are striding towards their place.

“Why are you at my seat?”

“Uhhh . . .” stammering, Ron glances at Harry for help. They were normally sitting beside each other but after the incident yesterday, they thought Y/N would love to sit next to the Golden Boy. “I-I don’t know either,“ just sliding to his side to make room for the two.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?“ Harry asks the dishevelled looking girl in front of him. Both Hermione and Ron - who are sitting side by side - are listening to the exchange intently.

“Honestly, I feel bad. Like, subconsciously, I know this day would be so bad,” Y/N sighs depressingly. “Why, are you alright?“

“Yeah,” deep inside the boy, a strong wave of relief passed him. His body was cold from the nerves, but knowing his Amortentia had finally worn off, those nerves were showered off of him with a warm relieving feeling. “Actually, I’ve never been better.”

“Well, at least one of us has woken up on the right side of the bed.“ she chuckles half-heartedly. Harry felt guilty hastily after hearing those words. It’s all your fault dipshit.

As Y/N is back to sitting beside Hermione, she is also back to her normal self. Talking to her alone about their Charms homework that she never remembers making and some other random stuff that the boys could not give a care about. She was back to not paying any attention to the Golden Boy at the front who she absentmindedly know is staring at her.

Morning supper was finished and the quartet is now in Snape’s classroom. Y/N was back to sitting beside the cute Hufflepuff guy she's been crushing on and Harry is back stuck with his blabbering best friend.

As Snape discusses some more non-verbal spells and the techniques, he takes time to stop rounding the class in front of Y/N who was again, back to her normal self, her focus never leaving the Teacher. He stares at her, looking past her eyes and seeing that his student’s consciousness is back before trudging towards Harry and Ron.

“10 points from Gryffindor,” he grunted under his breath, which actually is the first compliment Harry has ever received from the elder man.

Classes ended and dinner came, Harry finds himself staring at the girl in front of him. She was talking to Seamus, one of their good friends, chatting and laughing with him as if he'd said the funniest joke ever told. The food on his plate has long been forgotten.

"Quit staring, you creep."

Harry looks back at his best friend beside him with a mixture of confusion. "Don't tell me you think I wouldn't notice."

What the boy was talking about, he has no idea.

"When will you tell Y/N?" Again, he replied with a look. "About the incident, of course."

Harry wasn't planning on ending his friendship with Y/N because of his carelessness. He could've just sealed the cookies in a jar or box so no one could see it, but no. He had to display it for the world to see. Hermione disagrees with his plan, of course.

The three of them found the perfect time to be alone in the common room, students are still chatting and scampering about their day anywhere but their dorms. So they decided then, to tell Y/N what happened.

"So that's why I felt bad. Isn't that the after-effects of Amortentia?"

Three heads nodded in front of her, studying her features.

"Well, I'm glad it was you, Harry. Could you imagine if it was Ron?" Y/N visibly grimacing at the thought. "But to be honest, it was all my fault. I should've asked you first before eating it. Thank you for being honest with me, Harry."

It wasn’t really what the boy was expecting as a response. He was anticipating more anger or embarrassment from the girl.

Their usual cycle is back. Y/N was completely Y/N Y/L/N again it's as if nothing happened. The four of them never mentioned the incident again and Harry catches himself being disturbed with that. It made him feel some things like shouldn’t Y/N be shy around me? Or shouldn’t Ron tease us still about what happened? Or shouldn’t Hermione lecture us and watch over us more to not repeat the incident again? These thoughts run through his head as every day passes.

He also catches himself getting extra angrier at the Hufflepuff boy, Y/N’s crushing about, every time they have a Quidditch tournament. Especially that time when she barges in the Common Room pretty loudly yelling at everyone that she got a date with the cute Hufflepuff.

“Y/N can you help me find a good present for Mrs Weasley’s birthday on our next Hogsmeade trip?” He tried, one Friday morning, to get in between them.

“Of course, Harry! But, can we do it after my date?“

“Right . . . you have a date.” Sounding a tad bit more disappointed than he really is.

“But,” Y/N responded with the syllable dragging along “I could tell him to go on the next visit instead and spend the day with my best friend?”

“Oh no, I don’t want you to cancel your date because of me.”

“Harry, I could even cancel my Charms class, Godric knows how much I love that class but, that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is that I’m here for you. Also, we’ve barely hung out anymore ever since you’ve been the, what does Ron call it, ah, the Potions master!”

“Not you too!” he playfully grunted all too loudly earning a laugh from the girl.

"Seriously, I would love to come with you.”

He never thought he'd say this but he misses Y/N. His Y/N, who cannot keep her hands to herself but Harry’s.

And before he could stop himself from getting deeper into his thoughts, he was left astounded. To his knowledge, all feelings he has for his best friend are only platonic but here he is, couldn't stop himself from the thoughts of Y/N. The way she used to have her focus engraved to the boy alone and him alone. It gives him so much angst every time Y/N hasn't given him enough attention for the day.

If this stupid Amortentia incident leads him into any feelings he'd be in deep shit.

Because Harry should not be bothered to get distracted. Quidditch season is starting, he's got new people relying upon his captainship. Besides Y/N has her eyes on someone else and he cannot risk losing their friendship knowing his feelings aren't being reciprocated.

Well there it is, he's already in deep shit.

So when their first game arrived playing against Slytherin, he is rather surprised to see Ron winning them a high rank.

He knows he deserved the glory that's why as the captain of the team, he let them have the post quidditch game party in their common room. The parties were usually lead by the twins, but knowing they're already gone, he didn't know that his fellow housemates apprehended their festivities.

"Weasley! Weasley!"

They watch as Ron finally gets recognition for his own efforts alone. Y/N was nowhere to be found, probably with her new boyfriend, and Hermione was shattered when Lavender Brown smothered Ron with kisses.

The two are in a random staircase trying to comfort one another. He doesn't know who needs more comforting, Hermione or him. Knowing he already lost someone who's never his also shattered his heart.

"How does it feel, Harry? When you see Y/N with another guy?"

To say that he's dumbfounded was an understatement. He couldn't be that careless with his so-called feelings now, is he?

"I know. I see the way you look at her. You two are my best friend."

He dreaded this conversation happening. The Golden Boy has never intended on developing feelings toward his friend. Unlike Hermione and Ron, the two have been having this romantical tension ever since their first year. His feelings toward Y/N is purely conjured by an incident they never dared to speak about. The boy believes that these stupid feelings of him will only break their friendship and Harry's not risking that.

"Why don't you try something?" Hermione is always the one they go to whenever they need help and whenever they're clueless about the next step. But this, this advice of hers is definitely one Harry's scared to listen to. "Hufflepuff boy is still not making any moves yet. You know, you're valid to think about yourself too. You've always thought about the others, you always prioritize us before yourself. You deserve to live too, Harry."

So Harry did listen.

In the Great Hall, he confided himself to sit beside Y/N all the time. Hermione doesn't mind the changes in their seating arrangement as she gets to sit with Ron anyway, so candidly speaking, it is a win-win situation for everybody.

He starts small, playfully feeding her (the way she used to), talking and listening to her talk about life in general. When they were walking towards their class, he would always offer to carry her bag, in which he never really waits for her response. Intermittently inviting her to do homework by the lake alone together. And every time they have Hogsmeade visits, he would buy her sweets at Honeydukes.

And Y/N notices. It didn't really take her long before she sees. She has convinced Hermione one night to tell her of her doings that day she was under Amortentia. Harry's new behaviour towards her has perfectly mirrored the story Hermione has told her.

Little did Harry know, the feelings eventually have been mutuals.

So when the Golden Boy was informed of this Christmas Party Professor Slughorn has assembled, he didn't hesitate to ask Y/N in an instant, too afraid that Yule Ball night might happen again. He was, for once, too grateful to be part of the Slug Club as Hufflepuff Boy was not part of it. Now that just minimizes his crush problem.

He has seen her in a ball gown back in their fourth year for their Yule Ball. But he never got the chance to be the one standing beside her throughout the night but now, tonight, he feels like the luckiest man.

Standing on the top of the stairway from the girls' dorm room was his best friend he never had feelings before until this year. She wasn't wearing the grandest of gown there is but this simple dress enhanced her features. She was walking down the stairs with a smile that gave a huge impact on how she looks. She was literally glowing.

"Hi."

"Y/N," he breathed, completely in awe of what feelings do to people.

He always sees Y/N every day, talks to her and laughs with her. She sees her perfectly like what normal best friends do. But after developing feelings for her, his mind is persuaded that she was the most beautiful person that walked on the planet.

Harry is infatuated. He felt as if he was under some spell. Is this how Y/N sees him, all those times she was under the love potion?

But Harry was sure, a hundred per cent, that this is not artificial feelings. He really likes her.

So after a very successful Christmas date, with Hermione being their third wheel, the two were back from being hip to hip. Harry was glad his Y/N is back. He's been wearing the pride of not having to use a love potion to get her back beside him. Because this time, Harry did not create an artificial love to make the girl he likes, like him back. This time, he did it right. He just needed to wait for the right time and place to ask her.

Christmas has passed and Harry's time is also running fast. Of course, his special assignment with Dumbledore has never left his mind. He would do the subtle talks with Professor Slughorn here and there. He felt as if he's running out of ideas to get what he needed and to make things worse, the Potions Master is already growing annoyed with him.

"Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?"

"Luck . . . That's it. All I need's a bit of luck."

That evening, Harry was away the whole time. He missed dinner but Y/N waited on him in the common room. She knows that the Felix Felicis potion has no limits. Whatever the user's deepest desires, it will help give it to them. Y/N knows that at this very moment, Harry succeeded. She makes sure that there will be someone waiting on him to celebrate it with him.

Harry came back from the Headmaster's office bearing a report about Slughorn's memory with Tom Riddle. There, in the Gryffindor Common Room, he sees her sleeping in one of the tables far back. It was not hard to see her, with the time obviously past bedtime, she was all alone.

With the liquid luck still pumping in his veins, he rushed to her. Kneeling in front of her, the Golden Boy then gently wakes the girl up.

"Harry?"

"Y/N . . . I think I'm falling"

"Falling? What falling? Are you experiencing vertigo right now? Anxiety?"

"Worse than those."

And Y/N, moving on from her sleeping state, was now fully aware of where the conversation was going. She holds his inviting hand. "What is it, Harry?"

"Love . . . I'm falling in love."

Y/N smiles at how adorable the boy is looking right now. His hair is ever so dishevelled and his lips as red as cherry. He was the most oblivious boy she knows. Has only dated one yet here he is, kneeling in front of her. Confessing.

She knows that Felix is helping him with some luck because knowing the sober Harry, he would never be bold enough to say such things. Little did Harry know, he need not some luck as she was all too blessed to have him in her life. Because to Y/N's honest opinion, in this room, she was the luckiest.

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/N."

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summary- Tom Riddle becomes jealous of reader’s boyfriend and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings- smut, cheating, degrading, edging, and a bit of light choking. dom! tom, sub! reader

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I’ve never been much of a morning person, but for some reason I was up early today. I knew that I had a potions essay due tomorrow, and I was behind on it. Still in my silky nightgown, I assumed no one else would be in the common room. To my surprise, Abraxas was sitting in front of the fireplace. I smiled and tip-toed over to him, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind him. He squeezed one of my hands gently, acknowledging my presence.

“Darling, why are you up? It’s barely 5 am,” he told me softly. I rolled my eyes and swiveled around the couch so I could sit down next to him.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Malfoy. Oh my God, what happened to your face?” Even in the dim lighting of the Slytherin common room, I could see the dark purple bruises around one of his eyes. I gently reached up to try and touch him, but he turned his face to the side.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Did you sleep well?” He tried to change the subject, but I didn’t let up.

“Brax, what the hell happened? Please tell me that the other guy looks worse,” I said while positioning myself closer to him. I gently ran a finger along his jawline in a comforting gesture. I could smell his sage wood cologne, which I absolutely adored.

“Truthfully darling, I think I’m lucky I walked away without him cursing me. He was absolutely livid after you left.”

Of course. I was such an idiot. Tom had done this to him.

Late last night, Abraxas and I were kissing in the corridor when we decided we wanted to go somewhere more private. Abraxas knows how to find the Room of Requirement, and he dragged me inside, still kissing my neck and holding onto my waist. Unfortunately for us, all of the other 6th year Slytherin boys were already there, brewing some type of illegal potion. Not only had Abraxas forgotten he was supposed to meet with them that night, but he had also exposed me to what was happening.

Although some people would believe so, I’m not naive to what goes on in this school. I know about Tom and his pursuits in dark magic. I know about their constant fights with those Gryffindors who all wear that one lion pin. But Tom seemed to believe that I had no prior knowledge of these secret meetings, and he instantly started yelling at us.

“Malfoy, you idiot! You are not supposed to bring back girls to this room, and certainly not when we’re in the middle of illicit activities!”

Rosier and Avery were still sitting by the cauldron, doing nothing to help the situation. I stepped away from Abraxas and turned towards Tom.

“Calm down, Riddle. You and your superiority complex need to learn that not everyone’s life revolves around yours,” I spat at him. Tom took a step closer to me, and I instinctively reached to pull out my wand. Before I had a chance to, I felt the back of my head being slammed against the wall, Tom’s hand gripping my throat tightly. Abraxas and Rosier both shouted for Tom to let go of me, but I just smiled. I stared him down, letting him know that I wasn’t afraid of him.

“You’re not allowed to speak to me that way,” he growled.

“I can speak to you any way I want Tommy.” His eyes looked as if he wanted to strangle me, but I saw the trace of a smile play across his lips. He abruptly let go of me and turned towards Abraxas.

“You need to keep your girlfriend under control. Get out of here.” Abraxas quickly grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the door.

“Not you, Malfoy. Your presence is still required here.” I opened my mouth to tell him off again, but Abraxas quickly shook his head.

“Go back to the common room, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” I reluctantly sighed, but figured that I shouldn’t piss Tom off even more. I should have known that Tom would still be angry with Abraxas.

Flashing back to present time, I turned around to look towards the boys dormitories. Abraxas could tell what I was thinking, so he gently squeezed my hand.

“Leave it alone, dearest. He was fine the rest of the night, confronting him will just make him mad again. I don’t want you to get hurt, my love.”

I’m not one to back down easily, and I constantly let my temper get the best of me. But Abraxas’ soft touch against my leg and heart-felt words relaxed me a bit.

“Alright. I won’t say anything. Have you done Slughorn’s essay yet?”

We spent the next hour or so alone in the common room, trying to hastily finish up homework. By the time that others started waking up, I was sitting in his lap, my hands in his hair as we kissed passionately.

“You two are disgusting. 20 points from Slytherin,” a cold voice said. I rolled my eyes and gave Abraxas a quick peck on the lips before sliding off of him and back onto the couch. Tom was Head Boy, and he had no problem with taking points from his own house. He had a lot of nerve as well. Almost every single night I watched him drag some girl into his room. She always left limping a few hours later, and Tom never spoke to her again.

“Put some clothes on. You’re dressed like a whore,” he spat at me. I scoffed at him, but got up to head back to my room anyways. As I slipped on my school robes and brushed out my hair, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tom.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I managed to get through all of my classes without speaking a word to Tom. After watching the Slytherin quidditch team practice while gossiping with Lestrange, I sat with Rosier and Abraxas in the common room. Rosier made me play chess with him, beating me every single time. This was strange, since I considered myself an excellent chess player. I guess I was just a little distracted. Abraxas excused himself to his dorm room, saying that he had a ton of homework to do. He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Something on your mind?” Rosier asked me. I sighed and slumped down in my chair.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m still kind of upset about what happened with Tom. Why do you guys let him treat you all so awfully?”

“It’s not as simple as that. Being friends with Riddle has advantages and disadvantages. The occasional hex or punch to the face isn’t much of a price to pay.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“One of these days I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” I said with a grin. Rosier chuckled and patted my arm.

“Good luck with that.”

A few hours later I was lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had been trying desperately to fall asleep. But something was still on the back of my mind, and that something was preventing me from being able to relax. I let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. I slipped out of my room and quietly walked down the stairs, into the common room. I then made my way up the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door, and my nostrils were instantly filled with the smell of smoke. Tom stood inches away from me, still in his school uniform. He was holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Did you need something, sweetheart?” I rolled my eyes at his stupid pet-name.

“You are absolutely insane, Riddle! You walk around this damn school like you own the place, and I’m sick of it.” He smiled and offered out his arm to me.

“If you’re going to yell at me, then you might as well do it behind closed doors,” he offered. I didn’t take his hand, but I did step inside and let him shut the door behind me. Since he was Head Boy, his room was bigger than all of ours. I could see that his window was open, probably because of the smoke. His bed had black silky sheets adorning it, and I could see all of the books on his desk were neatly stacked. His box of cigarettes was laying on his nightstand.

“So did you come here just to tell me off or did you want a smoke as well?” he taunted.

I turned around to face him again.

“I want you to stop hitting my boyfriend. And the rest of the boys. You have to learn how to respect others.” He chuckled darkly while taking a step towards me.

“Darling, that’s a pretty demanding request. My respect has to be earned.” In an attempt to look more confident, I crossed my arms across my chest.

“You’re such a child, Tom. I don’t know why you think that everyone worships you!” I shouted at him. He quickly wrapped his free hand around my neck and pushed me against the wall. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.

“That’s because everyone does. Everyone except you it seems.” I don’t know why Tom had this constant need to slam me up against the wall and choke me. It didn’t make me afraid of his dumbass.

Honestly, it was kind of hot. He brought his other hand up to my face and he touched my cheek softly.

“Did you and Malfoy ever finish what you started yesterday?” It took me a moment to realize that he was asking if we had fucked.

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped at him. He tightened his grip on my throat and used one of his legs to pin down mine.

“Answer my question.”

“No, I haven’t slept with him. Why do you care?” Tom brought his head down to my neck and whispered into my ear.

“Because I’m not into sloppy seconds.” Before I had a chance to mention the fact that he probably had over twenty bodies, he started kissing me roughly. I kissed him back and wrapped my leg around one of his. I let him suck on my neck as he pushed my thin nightgown up my leg and slipped one of his hands under it. He started to slowly rub circles on my thigh. He continued to suck on my neck as I tried to grind against him. He growled and used his other hand to push my waist back against the wall.

“None of that. Do you want me to touch you, darling?” he asked in a mocking tone. I nodded and he slipped his fingers into my underwear.

“Someone’s a needy little slut,” he whispered. Part of me wanted to call him a man-whore, but the part of me that valued my life kept me quiet. I felt him push two fingers inside me and I whimpered. He started to rub my clit with his thumb as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. He started kissing my neck again as I moaned quietly. He was going incredibly slow, making me desperate for every touch. At a particularly sharp pressure, one of my legs twitched and I had to bite my lip to stop from making noise. Tom chuckled and tilted my chin towards him.

“Didn’t you come here to yell at me? Are you going to yell at me now, darling?” He started to rub me faster, which made it difficult for me to even speak.

“I hate you,” I was able to mutter. He laughed and pinched my waist roughly, making me jump. After only a few minutes, I was starting to get close to my peak. I felt my legs start to shake as I bit my lip to stifle my moans. Tom noticed this, so he stopped touching me. I frowned as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“Did you really think I was going to let you come that quickly?”

Before I had the chance to respond, he grabbed my legs and spun me around, pushing me onto his bed. He quickly tugged my nightgown off of me and started to take off his shirt. I tried to reach up and help him, but he used his free hand to push me back onto the bed. He quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked his pants off before getting on top of me. I felt his member pressing against my thigh. He wrapped a hand around my throat again and used the other hand to gently rub one of my hips.

“Is this what you want? Me to fuck you senseless while your boyfriend sleeps two rooms over?” I felt him rub against my clit, teasing me purposefully. I decided that I wouldn’t tell him that me and Abraxas weren’t actually dating until later.

“Tom-”

“Shut up,” he growled before thrusting into me sharply. As he rocked into me, I definitely felt a bit of pain. He was bigger than what I was used to, but I was adjusting quickly. I tried to rest my arms on his shoulders, but he didn’t like that. He pinned my hands above my head and started to attack my neck with his mouth.

“If you do that again, I’ll tie you down. Don’t test me,” he muttered. He continued to rail into me over and over, hitting me at just the right angle. In less than ten minutes I was close again. I tightly clenched the sheets and tried to grind my hips against his to alleviate some of the tension. That’s when he slipped out of me with a grin.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said while stroking my hair.

“Are you fucking serious?” I complained.

“Completely. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you finish before the night is over.”

I will admit, his self-control was pretty impressive. Most guys wouldn’t be able to handle pulling out before they had finished. But I also figured that he was just bluffing. There was no way he would be able to do this for more than twenty minutes. After 30 or so seconds of him attacking my mouth with his tongue, he thrusted into me again. This time his strokes were a bit slower and more gentle. He rubbed one of my arms lightly as he made me shiver at his touch.

“Tom, oh my God,” I moaned into his neck. I assumed he was going to tell me to shut up, but I guess he liked knowing how good he was making me feel.

“That’s right, darling. You like this?” I nodded my head as he pressed soft kisses against my jawline. I was definitely pleased with his change of pace. The slow stroked and gentle kisses made this feel a bit more like a normal thing. But of course, that didn’t last very long. Once he was done leaving hickies all over my neck, he wrapped his hand around it. He started to press himself deeper inside of me, rocking me into his bed. I whimpered as he hit a spot that made my legs twitch.

“Quiet, slut,” he demanded. I tilted my head slightly away from him, trying to stifle my moans with one of his pillows. I was panting at this point, desperately gripping onto the sheets.

“Could Malfoy make you feel this good?”

“Yeah, if I was with him I would’ve came by now,” I thought to myself. However, I shook my head in an attempt to appease him.

“That’s right. Should I let you finish now?” I nodded and he jerked my face back towards him. “Alright. Beg for it.” That actually made me laugh. There was no way I was going to give into him that easily. Tom shrugged and continued to pound into me. “Be difficult then. I don’t care either way.”

I bit down my lip to muffle a scream as my stomach flipped and my legs shook. Right when I was about to be sent over the edge, he pulled out of me again. By now, I was completely fed up with him. I tried to bring one of my hands down between my legs, but he was quicker than me. He grabbed both of my arms and roughly pinned them above my head.

“I don’t think so, dear. I want the whole hallway to hear you screaming my name,” he said while stroking my cheek tauntingly.

“Good luck with that,” I said with an eye roll.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to touch you but me,” he muttered into my ear before thrusting into me again. By now I could see finger-shaped bruises starting to form on my waist. We had been going at it for at least 35 minutes, and my body was aching for release. I was confident that he had left at least 5 or so hickies on my neck, which I was not looking forward to having to cover up tomorrow. Out of instinct, I tried to move my leg around his to adjust the angle. Tom slammed me down onto his bed roughly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled. He pressed one of his thumbs against my clit, making me whimper. I was so frustrated that tears had started to stream down my face. Tom gently wiped them away with his free hand.

“Are you gonna apologize for yelling at me earlier?” he asked in a snarl. I shook my head, which made him chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. If you’re gonna be like that, you clearly haven’t learned your lesson.” He started to kiss roughly at my collar, obviously trying to mark me more. After a few minutes of listening to me whine and pant, he decided to give me another chance.

“Promise me you’ll stop hanging around Malfoy,” he said softly. That kind of threw me for a loop.

“What? Why?” He nibbled on my ear lobe and thrusted into me sharply.

“You’re my little slut now. I don’t want him touching you. Promise me.” I instinctively shook my head, which only made his thrusts even harder.

“Promise me, darling. Like I said, I can go all night.” I really, really wanted to keep my mouth shut. But I was so overwhelmed, I couldn’t take much more.

“Fine. I promise. Please Tom, I-”

He bit down on my lip and thrusted into me at the perfect angle and speed.

Over-and-over again.

I moaned his name as well as a stream of profanities as waves of pleasure tore through my body. My legs were shaking so bad that he had to actually hold them down. While I was riding out my high, Tom muttered praises into my ear. I was so extremely sensitive that every touch set off fireworks against my skin.

“Take me like a good girl,” he said before roughly grabbing my throat. It took him a few minutes to finish himself off, but when he did it was so hot. He didn’t even bother to pull out. He continued to kiss me for a bit before he got up and started to walk towards his bathroom.

“Now, get the hell out of my room, whore.”

I smiled at his lovely term of endearment as I tried to quickly pull my clothing back on. I stood up quickly, and my legs gave out beneath me. Tom laughed as he put on his bathrobe.

“You’re pathetic,” he said while helping me up. Surprisingly enough, he walked me back to my dorm, smiling the entire way. Before he turned to leave he pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Sleep well, darling.” I flashed him a sweet smile.

“You too, Riddle.”

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #smut #tom riddle oneshot #oneshot #harry potter #hogwarts #slytherin #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fanfiction #fanfic

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sneverussape · 3 years

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no one asked but here's more snape as head of house hcs

when a slytherin, especially the young ones, gets taken ill in the middle of the night it's usually chaos: puke on the sheets, crying, hysteria from the dorm-mates. snape has always told his house at his start-of-term speech that they can knock on his door any time (he leaves the conditions to their discretion and thankfully the snakes aren't one to test his patience, even as first years, so it all works out), and there are a handful of times in a year when he's awakened by a panicky first or second year speaking in disjointed sentences about their dorm mate being ill.

he prefers to assess the situation first before contacting poppy: he sets up a quarantine barrier around the bed, then makes an initial diagnosis. it's usually mild: food poisoning, or a case of the stomach flu, or nerves. if it's bad or serious, that's the only time he sends for the matron. if it's something mild, he gives the student potions from slytherin house's personal stores (because of course they'd have one, with their head of house as potions master), and assures the other students that the situation has been dealt with. he's no stranger to cleaning up puke on his robes or on bedsheets and floors, and doesn't make a fuss about them. he also sets up a monitoring charm that will alert him of the student's condition before he takes his leave.

if the student ends up in the infirmary, there have been instances where, either in their delirium or because they're afraid, they have asked for him to stay with them, and he does, because he knows that when a slytherin admits weakness, they're either desperate or hurting badly, and he can't stand to see a child under his care in pain. when their condition is particularly worrisome, snape stays on his own accord despite knowing he's going to be told off by poppy the next morning. if the child needs to be transferred to st mungo's, woe betide anyone who acts a fool in front of him because snape will not leave any of his students under the care of dunderheaded medical professionals. it's worse if they're previously his students because he's capable of dressing them down and cutting them to the quick. st mungo's quickly learns that if it's a hogwarts call for slytherin house, assigning slytherin alumni to deal with the case and their acerbic head of house ensures less bloodshed and vitriol.

when there are outbreaks of illnesses in the school, slytherin is one of the most protected, not only because snape has borderline illegal potions of his own devising that he makes them take as precautionary supplements to boost their systems every time an outbreak is on the rise, but also because he takes measures to prevent spread even within the house. his quarantine charms work so well that poppy has taken to doing the same for the infirmary, and his insistence on keeping the common room and their dorms neat and orderly with no house elf interference trains the snakes to automatically have their environment clean at all times.

he loses sleep anyway because any outbreak forces him to brew or create potions to cure the other brats that inhabit the school.

#hc #head of house #slytherin #snape #hp

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the-astral-idiot · 3 years

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Vexx, the Southern Alchemist

This is my Valorant OC, so if you aren't interested in Valorant... too bad. (also the layout of this is inspired by @flooficandii 's OC Nuniq, sooo go check them out)

A master alchemist hailing from the American South, Vexx uses his various brews to send the enemy lines into disarray before moving to boost his allies and help them go in for the kill. You’ll have to push past him before you can even try to reach your goal.

As the bio implies, he's a southern alchemist Initiator who's main purpose is to fuck with the enemy lines, scattering and deflecting them and stuff like that, pushing and pulling them away from their "goal" (defusing spike, planting spike, defending site, getting kills, etc.), and then boosting his teammates so they can take advantage of the chaos. Very area control/denial centered Initiator, like Breach.

i chose southern because das me :)

update: he has askblog now @lead-to-radianite

update 2: he has wiki doc now

abilities lore and more under the cut:

Callsign: Vexx

Codename: Brewery

Real Name: Percy Davenport

Role: Initiator

The 32 year old South Carolinian is a chemical engineer who previously worked part-time at a brewery in Louisiana owned by Kingdom (if they own a coffee shop and a cola manufacturer, they can own a brewery). He then started work on an experiment which resulted in a breakthrough, causing Kingdom to hire him full-time as a chemical engineer. Soon after, though, he started discovering corruption in Kingdom, and learned he and his coworkers were being used, resulting in him running with his research, equipment, and creations.

Timeline

2039: First Light, Vexx is 21.

2039~2040: Kingdom is founded and has its big boom with Radianite and Radianite tech, resulting in expansion; Vexx gets work at a newly opened Kingdom brewery

2042: Vexx learns more about Radianite and begins working on a personal chemistry project involving Radianite. Later that same year, he finishes it, creating a solution with Radianite that was a base for an alchemy-like process that could be used to transmute substances and create various magic potion-esque concoctions he labeled "brew". Swiftly afterwards, he was hired full-time by Kingdom when they caught wind of his work and he started working for them as a chemist.

2043-2046: Vexx continues his work both as a Kingdom chemist and on his brews, developing the alchemical process. He slowly climbs the ranks of Kingdom, and in doing so learned of the corruption and greed of the corporation. Having second thoughts about working there but being stuck due to how far in he was, he bided his time and perfected his skill with alchemy.

Late 2046: He learned more and more details of the mass corruption in Kingdom— all the greed, the unethical or downright illegal practices, the manipulation, the ecological damage all being swept under the rug —until he learned the last straw for him: his coworkers' and his work was being used by Kingdom for... terrible purposes, to put it simply. He took as much of his work as he could— his research, gear, and brews —as well as some Radianite, destroyed what he couldn't take with him, and ran.

2047-2048: Kingdom was now relentlessly hunting him down, and he was on the run, hopping between hotels and crashing on friend's couches, even sleeping on the street, all while working on advancing alchemy and creating more brew. The brews he was creating most often were ones made to screw with Kingdom's advances and push them away, as well as one that made him faster, and as a result he managed to perfect them and make them more efficient over time.

2049: At this point, Vexx has managed to (mostly) throw Kingdom off his trail, creating a mobile brewery with some gear and some Radianite in order to help him quickly create brews on the go. He planned to have finally taken a break, but the VALORANT Protocol has other ideas, as they've learned of his skills (and how he pretty much invented a modern form of alchemy) and want to make a deal: He fights for them, they provide him with funding, supplies, a laboratory to work in, and protection from Kingdom, should he need it. He accepts.

Abilities

Debuff - Slick Residue

Slick Residue is a debuff that makes a target's movement slipperier, as well as adding a blur/gradient to any affected player's screen. It starts off fairly weak, but gets more intense if a player takes damage while affected, scaling with the amount of damage they take and capping off at 50 damage.

Passive - Brewed Up

“The first ability charge you buy each round is free. That ability becomes your signature for the round, recharging with time.”

Self-explanatory, the first ability you buy each round is free and recharges on a cooldown during that round.

C - Blast Adhesive

"EQUIP a ball of adhesive brew. FIRE to throw the ball, which sticks to any surface it hits. The brew explodes after a short period of time, damaging nearby players, applying Slick Residue, and creating a lingering zone of damage that applies Slick Residue. If MOBILE BREWERY is active, FIRE will launch a blast of adhesive which travels faster and has a larger AOE. ALT FIRE to add up to two bounces to the ball."

Vexx equips, and then chucks, a flask of red brew that sticks to any surface it touches and then explodes after a couple seconds, leaving a lingering zone of damage for another couple seconds. Essentially if you combined a Raze satchel (without the knockback) and a molly. Also, Slick Residue, applied by both the explosion and the molly. Alt-fire lets you add bounces to the ball for funny line ups.

Q - Thunderclap

"EQUIP a flask full of brew. FIRE to throw it out, creating a lingering zone that slows the rate of fire of enemy players within and applies Slick Residue. If MOBILE BREWERY is active, FIRE will launch a blast of brew which travels faster and has a larger AOE. RE-USE while deployed to toggle between the field emitting sounds and being silent. A hit confirm will be played if an enemy is within the area upon landing or RE-USE. ALT FIRE while equipped to switch between the field emitting gunshot-like sounds and footstep-like sounds."

Vexx equips, and then chucks, a flask full of brew that shatters on contact with a surface and makes a large lingering zone that slows firing speed and applies Slick Residue. Additionally, if you re-use it while it's out, it'll start emitting decoy sounds. You can choose whether to make it emit footsteps or gunshots by alt-firing (right-clicking) while you have it equipped. If someone is inside the area when it shatters, or when you re-use it, a sound will play and Vexx will give a callout, the sound and callout changing depending on if one or multiple enemies are within.

E - Boost Bottle

"EQUIP a jar of brew. FIRE while your crosshairs are over an ally to temporarily boost their movement speed. ALTERNATE FIRE to smash the bottle, boosting all nearby allies, including yourself, and applying Slick Residue to all nearby enemies. As long as the boost is active, hits will apply Slick Residue. If MOBILE BREWERY is active, FIRE and ALT FIRE will launch a blast of brew at the target or at the floor, respectively. If MOBILE BREWERY is active, ALT FIRE will have a larger AOE."

Vexx equips a jar of orange brew. Fire to boost an allies movement speed. Alt-fire to smash the jar, splashing everyone nearby and applying the boost to allies and Slick Residue to enemies. It lasts 5 seconds with fire and 3 seconds with alt-fire, and boosts speed 20%. Additionally, as long as the boost is active, each shot hit applies Slick Residue.

X (Ultimate) - Mobile Brewery

"ACTIVATE a mobile brewery that provides 1 temporary charge of all of your abilities (replenishing a used charge or giving you an extra charge if you have max charges) and makes them equip and unequip faster, and EQUIP a brew hose connected to the brewery. FIRE launches a spray of brew that deals damage in a wide area in front of you, lingers for a moment, and applies Slick Residue. HOLD FIRE to continually spray brew."

Vexx activates a mobile brewery that has multiple different effects:

It replenishes 1 temporary charge of all of his abilities which go away when the ult ends, if the abilities haven't been used by that time.

He equips a brew hose, which is pretty much a flamethrower (Limited range but wide spread, "full-auto" damage, the closer to the hose to smaller but the more damage, and, to top it off, it applies Slick Residue).

As long as he has the ult active, his abilities are replaced by blasts of the respective brew, making Blast Adhesive and Thunderclap travel faster (but not change trajectory), all three have larger AOEs (Blast Adhesive’s explosion and molly, Thunderclap’s AOE, and Boost Bottle’s alt-fire splash radius), and all three equip, unequip, and re-equip faster, including after the ability is cast when he's re-equipping his weapon.

Extras

He uses an extreme amount of contractions and slang, mostly because that's just how he speaks but also to annoy the others :) (For example, he uses plenty of "y'all"s and "ain't"s but when he's feeling annoying or annoyed he casually inserts a "y'all'dn't've" or even a "y'all'd've'f'i'd've"/"i'd've'f'y'all'd've" into a conversation. And no, I will not be explaining what those mean.)

Related to the previous one, he's the only one that can really manage to say the ridiculous contractions well, or correctly in general.

Despite brewing things and originally working in a brewery (and being southern), he dislikes most beers. Wine's fine, though, and so are most "hard" drinks.

Used to work with Viper, back when they were in Kingdom.

He does some tinkering with Raze, Killjoy, and Cypher, and some chemistry with Viper

He hates Reyna. Just plain and simple, "fuck her, I want that woman's head."

Sometimes he sees the Kingdom logo on Brim's pauldron and has a mini heart attack, before realizing "Oh no, he's cool. I think."

His favorite food is crawfish, but whenever he has it from somewhere that isn't the deep southern area (like the state he's lived in for most of his adult life Louisiana) he's always disappointed. As a result, he usually just gets some delivered.

He is fairly tall. On the height chart he'd be barely over Sova.

Annoying to his enemies, annoying to his allies. Not to the same degree, of course, but he's a bit of a gremlin.

Cautious, you can guess why.

Great bartender lol.

Card game savant, wins most of the time whenever he plays poker or blackjack.

His lab/brewery in the VP HQ has the constant smell of bourbon and smoke. There’s also a faint hint of rubbing alcohol and glue due to all the chemicals.

Has anxiety, impostor syndrome, possibly depression. Although he keeps a confident facade, he’s physically, mentally, and emotionally stressed as hell and overworked.

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Agent Contract

Voice Claim

Agent Interactions

OC Interactions

Vexx, Modeled in Heroforge

Posts About The Boy (tm)

#valorant #valorant oc #valorant fan character #valorant agent concept #vexx #valorant vexx

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