#gryffindor

[theactuallight]

Franklin "Frankie" Wright Fan Cast — Patrick Dempsey

"No."

Franklin Wright, eighteen in 1892, is in his final year at Hogwarts. Franklin was born to two former Hogwarts students from an affair using Amortentia. He was adopted by Ugandan parents, and once he was of age he was sent to Uagadou to begin his studies of wizardry and magic. In the middle of his fourth year, after finding himself with a trouble-inducing crowd, Franklin was expelled from the school. Leaving his parents with no other choice, they moved back to Scotland, and Franklin transferred to Hogwarts soon thereafter. 

Frankie is a quiet yet passionate spirit, allowing new friends to find him in the most unlikeliest of circumstances. He barely talks to those he most enjoys the company of, and does not speak to strangers. He does exactly what his heart and mind tell him to do, following the path that he thinks is correct no matter what others may think of him. This silent confidence and truthfulness in everything he does is something many of his loved ones hope stays with him, as it is what makes Frankie himself. 

After many series of events involving the discovery of ancient magic, the defeating of Ranrok/Rookwood’s dastardly group of dark wizards, and the turmoil involving old companions that they all no longer associate with, Franklin is ready to graduate from Hogwarts and pursue a future in potion making along with possible freelance work for the school. His high scores in academics prove he is an incredibly bright student, and the professors believe such smarts will lead him to have a very bright career in whatever he may go into.

[rainydayathogwarts]

sirius black sighted - sirius black

summary: 'sirius black sighted' reads the newspaper on sunday morning, and you finally discover the name of the man who stole your heart the night before. wc: 1k cw: (brief smut, daddy kink, one night stand) - all this is pretty brief

“SIRIUS BLACK SIGHTED”

You hummed attentively as you sipped your tea, the newspaper underneath your fingertips creasing. That’s who he was, then. You didn’t mind when the funny, handsome man at the pub refused to tell you his name. “It’s more fun this way, isn’t it?” He had said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, the stubble from his beard sending shivers down your spine. You hadn't thought anything of it.

Putting your mug down on the table, you licked your lips. It was odd that no one had recognised the man in the busy pub last night, though most of the people were drunk, which might explain it. However, reading over the crimes he had supposedly committed, you frowned. He seemed too nice to do any of that when you spoke to him, conversing in the corner of the pub and inviting him outside for a breath of fresh air.

If he truly was such a heartless murderer, he would have killed you when you giggled and dragged him into an alleyway, where instead, he pushed you up against the wall and kissed you until your lips hurt. His kisses tasted of firewhiskey and cigarettes, which you usually didn’t like, but made an exception for him. Sirius had shoved a thigh between your legs as his tongue explored your mouth, hands holding your jaw in place. You had desperately started grinding against his thigh, and soon enough, you felt his erection poking at your thigh.

However, if he wanted to have sex then kill you, he still had every opportunity to do so. Stupidly, you had invited Sirius back to your flat, but you had a gut feeling that you could trust him. So you had no issue with the fact that he was instantly ripping clothes off the second your door was shut. You had snaked your hand into his hair, pulling harshly when he eagerly shoved himself into your pussy. With every thrust of his hips, you had moaned so loudly you were convinced you’d get a noise complaint.

But when you slapped a hand over your mouth, Sirius was instantly ripping it off, begging you “Let me hear you, doll.” And as he sucked bruising hickeys onto your skin, biting softly while his hands were so gentle on your body, you had cried out with a high pitch “Fuck me harder, daddy!” Whilst the slip-up would have usually repulsed the older man, he had groaned, feeling himself twitch inside you at the name as he increased the power of his thrusts.

“Shit, you gonna come for daddy?” He had asked later, demanding you to look at him as you came. With a loud cry, back arching off the mattress, you had called him ‘daddy’ again, substituting the term for his name, which was still a complete mystery to you.

Sirius wrapped his arms around your waist after cleaning you up, tugging your back closer to him until it laid flat against his chest. “Do you mind if I stay the night?” He asked softly, and you shook your head, muttering “Stay”, despite being half asleep. You didn’t know it back then, and you didn’t know it now, but it had meant the world to Sirius, who had no one in his life. So it was either laying down with a stranger in his arms or going back to an empty house.

He picked the former.

In the early hours of the morning, when Sirius woke up, he slipped out of bed and got dressed. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, he only momentarily woke you up. You sleepily demanded for a proper kiss, your hand raising to cup his cheek when he kissed you again, before falling asleep again.

Any of the ten hours you slept after hooking up with Sirius could have been perfect for him to stab a knife through your heart, or put a pillow over your head until you suffocated. But he left nicer than any other man had, mumbling a fond “Sleep tight.” Before sneaking out again.

You lowered the newspaper on the table. The outside seating of the coffee shop you were sat at was small, on the side of the street as people walked up and down the alley. Your eyes lit up as something caught your eye.

A large black dog.

He was already looking at you, so when you scooted your chair back and put your hands out playfully, he was immediately trotting across the street to accept your cuddles. You giggled softly, running your hands through his soft hair and itching him behind his ears. He leaned into your touch, eyes shutting softly. His tail wagged happily, and he slumped down on the floor between your legs, putting his belly up for you to rub.

You gave in, patting him until he was happy with the belly rubs, sitting up and sniffing around your table. Suddenly, he stood on his back legs, front two legs pressing into your thigh as he sniffed you and the tabletop, looking for any treats. “Sorry sweetheart, I don’t have any treats for you. I’ve got a newspaper, if you’re interested.”

You grasped the edges of the newspaper, bringing it down for him to sniff. He licked at the picture of Sirius on the front, the letters “SIRIUS BLACK SIGHTED” screaming at you.

“You like him?” You asked, eyes widening in surprise as the dog barked softly, his tail wagging more aggressively, shaking the table every time it hit the leg. “Yeah, me too.” You lowered your voice, ducking closer to the dog, knowing he was the only living being you could probably admit this to. “You know, I don’t think he did any of that. His touch was definitely too gentle for it. Sweet man, he was.” With a sigh, you tossed the newspaper onto the table, standing up and gathering your purse before tucking your chair underneath the table again.

You leaned down, just enough to pet the terrifying black dog one last time before beginning your route back home. But as you made your way further down the street, you looked back one last time, watching as he sat there, abandoned. You furrowed your eyebrows.

There was something oddly familiar about that dog.

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[cherry-issecret]

MC and her only parental figure, don’t judge

[slytherinsimp12]

⋆.˚✮ ⋆˙⟡𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 ⋆.˚✮ ⋆˙⟡

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: You and Sirius were being forced into an arranged marriage by your families to maintain the long lines of blood purity. It was your sixth year, you were to be wedded as soon as you graduated Hogwarts. It was wrong. So wrong. Unfathomable. You had your entire life planned out. You worked everyday to be the perfect student, the perfect daughter. Sirius Black was everything you hated. Everything you didn’t want to be. Everything you worked for was going to fall apart if you didn’t stop this ridiculous‘marriage’.

Author’s note: Heyy!! This idea has been in my head for a while. Bound by Blood is gonna be a slow burn series with enemies to lovers, similar to Gold rush but longer. Hope you enjoy! Xx

Part 1

Chapter 1: The News

Sirius POV

The Hogwarts Express had barely begun its journey from Platform 9¾ when Sirius Black dropped the bombshell.

“I’m getting married,” he said, slouching into the corner seat of the compartment, tossing a Chocolate Frog into his mouth like it was any other day.

James choked on his pumpkin juice.

“What?!” He yelled.

Remus blinked behind his book, eyes widening with shock.

Peter dropped his cauldron cakes.

Sirius smirked, dark eyes glinting with something between boredom and bitterness.

“Arranged marriage. Pureblood tradition. You know how it goes.” He said bluntly.

“Bloody hell, Pads…” James said, stunned. “Who’s the poor soul?”

Sirius gave a humorless chuckle. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

Remus lowered his book. “The Slytherin Princess!?”

“The fucking Slytherin princess.”

Sirius confirmed, stretching his legs out like the whole thing was a minor inconvenience.

James whistled low. “Your mum must be thrilled.”

“Oh, she’s ecstatic,” Sirius said sarcastically. “Two respectable bloodlines merging. Another Black chained to duty. It’s all terribly romantic.”

Peter frowned. “But… It’s Y/N… She hates you.”

“Hate is putting it mildly,” Sirius said with a grin, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

Once the jokes died down, Sirius looked away, his smirk faltering for just a second. Beneath the sarcasm, a quiet dread simmered. No matter how far he ran from his family’s legacy, they always found a way to drag him back. And now, sharp tongued and perfect little Y/N, was part of that chain. It wasn’t just marriage. It was surrender.

Sirius knew what he had to do. At any cost, he needed to put an end to this ridiculous ‘marriage’.

Y/N POV

Across the train, in a compartment filled with the cool calm of emerald and silver, two boys sat across you. One with sharp cheekbones, stormy grey eyes, and meticulously kept dark hair. Another with light brown hair that always looked slightly tousled, like he never bothered to fix it properly, with a constant glint of

madness behind his calculating eyes.

Regulus Black and Barty Crouch jr were your closest friends. The irony that you were getting married to Reggie’s brother was sickening.

"You told him yet?" Regulus asked picking on his fingers.

You scoffed. “No. What’s the point? He probably already knows. And I’m sure he’ll make a show of it. He always does.”

Barty chuckled darkly. “This is going to be fun; watching you two play house.”

You gave him a sharp look. “You’re a blithering fool if you think I’m even going to let that happen.”

Regulus snorted. “Well, unfortunately this isn’t in either of your hands.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to the window, chin resting in your hand. The landscape blurred past, but your thoughts were sharper than ever.

An arranged marriage. To Sirius Black. Gryffindor's golden troublemaker. The boy who never met a rule he didn’t want to break. Loud, chaotic, arrogant.

Everything you weren’t.

You were Y/N Y/L/N. Disciplined. Precise. Top of your class. A proud Slytherin with a future lined up like perfectly placed chess pieces. Sirius Black was… unpredictable. A useless pawn crashing through your well-laid plans.

You had 2 years left before graduation. 2 years before everything changed.

You weren’t going to make it easy for him.

And you knew — neither would he.

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[nadiapolyakova]

AU Draco Lucius Malfoy Don't make any changes. Ask permission when using.

[stochastique-blog]

True

My favourite style of interior design: Japanese-inspired modern decor (with a hint of Slytherin pride of course)!

[toorumlk]

gryffindor class of ‘98!

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Theo: I cut my finger

Y/n: I can kiss it, so it'll get better

Theo: That works?

Y/n: Yeah, my mum used to do it when I was little

*later*

Theo: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Draco: Fucking finally

[melstinybrain]

james: regulus, do you want to get coffee sometime, maybe?

regulus: uh- ye- yeah!?

james: great! um- after school?

regulus: yeah, after is- wait. you do mean that in a gay way, right?

james: yes, in a gay way.

regulus: full homo?

james: a full homosexual coffee date.

[karlrincon]

Rest in peace to an absolute treasure, Dame Maggie Smith.

They’ve been reunited 🤍

[tsukimirecs]

GRYFFINDOR BOYS

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

FRED WEASLEY

mad woman

cupid crystals

a special friend

recovering a life

deep breath

strawberry letters

date after date

SIRIUS BLACK

complimentary quills

just a natural fact

brighten your days

black dog neighbour

padfoot

HARRY POTTER

harry potter and the long-lost beach episode

harry potter and the late-night company

potter love

gifts

green-eyed idiot

romancing professor potter

CHARLIE WEASLEY

creative writing class

favourites

taming the dragon tamer

lucky charm

let's pretend

GEORGE WEASLEY

heart-to-heart chase

beating a weasley

well-meaning deceit

see you again

it's definitely you

coming home

[solisitude]

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

[rainydayathogwarts]

Sewing kit - Ron Weasley

summary: "The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry." wc: 0.6k+

The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry. You’d been sitting in front of the fireplace with many of Ron’s siblings, along with Harry and Hermione, listening as Fred and George recalled the story of one of their wicked pranks to Charlie and Bill. You laughed along with everyone else as the twins reached the climax of their story, cuddling into Ron’s jumper that you wore.

This was your first summer at the Burrow as Ron’s girlfriend, and you’d admittedly been a hundred times more nervous to be here, to gain his family’s approval. Your head snapped towards the staircase at the call of your name, watching as Ron padded down the stairs, gripping the side of the shirt he was wearing. “Y/n” he repeated, “Could you fix this for me?” You straightened up in your seat, unaware of the eyes on you as you took the soft fabric of Ron’s favourite t-shirt in your hands, examining the rip in the seam. Your fingers grazed his soft skin underneath the fabric. You hummed, asking “Could you get my-” But your words were interrupted when Ron thrusted your small sewing kit forward, causing you to giggle “Perfect.”

You worked silently, looking for a thread the same colour as Ron’s t-shirt, and began sewing the seam back together. Ron stood in front of you silently, aimlessly playing with a strand of your hair as he listened in on the story. He didn’t notice the look Bill and Charlie shared, or the way Molly stood still with a tray carrying hot chocolate as she admired the intimate moment between you. Molly had to turn away to hide the tears forming in her eyes at the realisation that she would never get to sew her son’s clothes ever again, that he had found someone to do it for him.

“Oh that tickles.” Gasped Ron when your hands ran up his side in an attempt to tie the thread together before snipping it with a small pair of scissors. “Sorry sweetheart.” You muttered, looking up at him while you tried straightening out the now crinkled fabric of his shirt. Ron didn’t bother to check if the job had been well done, so Bill assumed that this had occurred many times before, noticing that Hermione and Harry didn’t flinch at their ginger friend’s request from you. Ron cupped your cheeks, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead as he thanked you, taking your sewing kit back from you. You put a hand over his, shaking your head. “Leave it, I’ll take it up later.” You patted the empty spot next to you reserved for him, and Ron immediately sat down, putting your kit on the side table next to him.

His family watched as you shared a smile, Ron’s hand snaking around your waist while you comfortably cuddled yourself into his side. You leaned your head on his shoulder, arm slung in front of his torso in a loose hug and Ron instinctively pressed another kiss to your temple, eyes trained on his younger sister who started another story to fill the silence. You both thanked Molly sincerely when she handed you your hot chocolates, and she held eye contact with you, a hand coming down to your cheek to caress your skin with a motherly smile as she held back happy tears.

That night, when Ron took you by the hand to lead you outside for a long walk, Molly held her tongue, deciding to give you both some freedom. And when Ginny approached her, asking shyly if her mother could sew up a rip in her jeans, she burst into tears, hugging her daughter close to her.

[substellaris]

First year <3

[canicules]

miss these losers every DAMN day of my life