#hp x trans reader

[cherry-pop-elf]

My Roommate Is A Wiz With Animals

Newt x Muggle!Reader

SUM: You were returning home from work, when you stumbled across the strangest little animal. You couldn’t just abandon them. Even tho they are kinda funky. Animals deserve love and shelter, and that seems to win you quite the lost and found reward

Warnings: So much dang fluff, animal smuggling, Teddy shenanigans, Newt accidentally being really good at manipulation, reader is naive enough for plot purposes, MIGHT be a multi part series. Might…..Ok it will be shoosh

“Ugh I swear those shifts are getting longer and longer.” You would groan with your neck rolling around. Just trying to get your joints stretched. Was rather late in the evening. You had to cover for someone. Curse you for actually being a good human and helping someone out! Eh over time is over time at least.

You were still a bit nervous to head home so late. The sun was setting, and it casted the New York sky scrapers were casting such eerie shadows across the world. There was a beauty in it, but also it’s terrifying. Terrifying to be out late in the city night.

Had you picking up the pace.

As you tried to hurry home, before the street lights kicked on, you would hear the trash cans banging together. Made your heart stop, as you instinctively turned to look at the noise.

Didn’t seem like a person at least, so that gave you some calm. Still, could be a wild dog. Not that you hated dogs or anything, but street dogs are built to survive the streets for a reason.

You couldn’t help but stare, and wait, to see what would come out. Maybe it’s a kitten? A puppy? Ok now that you were cycling through the concept of a poor lost animal in the streets of the city that never sleeps had your heart ache.

Call you dumb, but you went to peak.

Was met with quite a surprise.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking at. It was some weird looking platypus mixed with a mole. Maybe it’s a sister species to platypi? It’s not unheard of that the rich and powerful have exotic animals. That there’s a black market for them. Maybe this poor baby escaped.

“You poor thing. New York and scraps isn’t meant for you.” You would Cooe at it, as the little creature looked up at you. Looking scared honestly. Would even reach its little arms out to you. How that made your heart explode from the utter cuteness.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Come here baby.” You would lift up the strange creature, and opened your jacket to tuck them closer to your chest. Help them warm up from the cold streets.

They would snuggle into your chest, as they felt a little safer. Grabbed at your top even. Didn’t want to end up back to the streets again. Like hell you would.

With a baby to take care of you made your quick walk into a proper jog. A rather good motivation to help you speed up on your way home. You had a tiny little thing to care for. One that needed a bath and some food. Shit, what would it eat? Maybe you’ll leave a variety of foods out and whatever they go for first could be what they like? You’ll worry about it later. Now was to get home.

Into the apartment complex you went, up the elevator, and you were home. Made sure all your locks on your door were clicked, and you would soon drop your things off.

“You poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up, and feed you. How’s that sound?” You swore they were nodding at you. Seeming to comprehend what you were telling them very well. Maybe it’s an exotic pet thing? Or you are tired. Probably tired.

Into the bathroom you went. You ran a warm bath for them, and kept it shallow. Didn’t quite know what to do, so you just set them down in the warm water. Didn’t really have animal safe soap, so just water and a rag will do.

Have the cutest little noises at the gentle scrubs. Poor thing was filthy. Must have been on the streets for a while. Broke your heart. Such a brave little solider. Able to handle out there for as long as they did.

“Let’s dry you off and feed you.” You would lift the little thing up, and made sure they got nice and dry. Get all that grime off them. Certainly seemed alot happier now, so you guess you did a really good job.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom you heard knocking at your door. Who’s going to be contacting you this late? Let alone you in general? Had you cautious. You first found a strange animal, and now someone was knocking at your door? That didn’t equal good.

“Don’t make a noise. I’ll be right back.” You whispered, as you quickly took them to your room. Plopped right on your bed, and you closed the door.

You would wrap yourself in a bath robe, since you had changed into your sleep wear, and peeped through the peep hole.

The sight sure was strange.

There on the other side had to be the embodiment of sunshine. Had this curious attire of blue and browns, a suit case in one hand, and a stick in the other? Why does this fluffy haired guy have a stick with him? Maybe you just couldn’t see properly from the peep hole.

“Who’s at the door?!” You called, and you watched those big sparkling eyes light up. Excited that someone was home.

“Ah yes! Uh you don’t know me but you have something of mine! A sweet little thing. His name is Teddy! He’s mine. My Ni-Uh. Mine. Just mine!” He called back, as you were confused. How did he know you had something?

“One moment!” You figured you would see if he was right. You would quickly return to your bedroom, seeing the animal still on your bed, and called out.

“Come here Teddy-!”

And like that he was running right over you. Quick to jump into your arms.

Ok, maybe this guy had some truth. Still, you had questions.

You would return to the door, only to see that all the locks on the door were undone. Had you so horribly confused. There was a number of locks in a variety of styles there. No way you forgot to lock them all. Could you?

That’s when the door opened, and the man stepped in. The way Teddy seemed to squeak for the strangers attention. Hands reaching out like a toddler who wanted their mother. Was just so human. Seemed like Teddy really loved this stranger.

So, you didn’t refuse.

“OH TEDDY I WAS SO WORRIED-!” He sounded ready to sob, as he held Teddy close. Tears in the corner of his eyes as Teddy held the man’s face. Giving his cheek plenty of Nuzzles.

“You seem suspiciously clean for running around out there. Did you wash him? Did you take care of him-?” He spoke with such enthusiasm. Was like he might burst into confetti.

“Uh yeah. I just saw him hiding by some trash cans and I just couldn’t leave him behind. He wasn’t aggressive in the slightest either. Poor Teddy was cold, and just alone. I was actually about to try and feed him even.”

You were soon yanked into a rather tight hug. Felt like he might squeeze you lifeless. Teddy made sure to crawl over his daddy’s shoulder to avoid being crushed. Just snuggled away into his neck. Happy to be back.

“Oh you are truly a gift. Oh I don’t know how I can ever repay such kindness and warmth you’ve given him. Oh he’s my everything really. He gets into trouble often, sure, but he’s mine.” He explained, before finally letting you go. Little cheek kisses were given from Teddy, and the man would happily nuzzle into them. Was so clear that this wasn’t some poacher or animal smuggler. That made you feel better.

“So uh. Who are you exactly?”

That had his ears a soft pink, and a shy laugh left him.

“Oh blimey. Pardon me. The name is Newt. Newt Scamander. I’m Ma…I uh mean a Zoologist. I travel around the world studying animals, rescuing those that I can, and just loving nature. The pay isn’t that great but it’s worth it.” He would offer you a hand, and you would shake it in return. Telling him your name as well. And your own career.

“So kinda like a nomad. Does that mean you don’t have a place to stay?” You questioned, as he seemed to avoid your eyes for a moment. As if either to embarrassed to admit it, or trying to quickly come up with a lie.

“Well um. You see…I was currently trying to get a room for myself, but someone had to go running off. Can’t really blame him though. He adores shiny things. I should have been more careful. I know he has a weakness to things that shimmer and sparkle. It was all on me.” He would admit, as you had to respect that he was taking accountability.

“I mean. One night can’t hurt, right?” You couldn’t help it. This guy seemed to not be native here in the slightest. Said he’s a world traveler, sure, but it seems he’s not used to a concrete jungle. Wasn’t dressed for it, and sure didn’t seem like he was prepared at all. Did he really just only have that suit case with him? To travel the world? Something seemed….Off.

“Oh no no. You’ve already done so much. You’ve protected my baby. I can’t be asking you more-“ He tried to persuade you away, but your curiosity was to peaked. This guy was weird. Didn’t give any bad vibes kinda weird. Just….So peculiar.

“It’s one night really. You must have been hunting Teddy for hours. You didn’t get a chance to find a room, and it’s super late now. I can’t just throw you into the streets. One night. Just one.” You tried to logically explain, only to get another near back breaking hug.

“Oh I’ll never be able to repay your kindness. Oh your heart is so full. No wonder Teddy trusted you. Teddy has always been a brilliant judge of character. He knew you were a good person. No way would he let a stranger just hold him, let alone wash him. Oh thank you-!” You could feel the tears of relief in your shoulder, and all you could do was rub his back. Letting him breathe.

So that was how you ended up with a stranger living on your couch. Well, can’t say stranger given you knew his name now. Still! Most people would call you insane for doing such a thing.

Maybe you were.

But hey! Insane people have the most fun!

Besides, he’s pretty damn cute. Cute to see him snuggled into the couch, with Teddy under his arm, and his suitcase slid under the couch. Made sure to stay out of sight. You figured it was full of valuable paper work.

Did make you wonder though.

Where the hell did those pajamas he was wearing come from then? Did he just have them in that case and papers?

He was just full of to many questions to ignore.

He’s a stranger, but you just had to learn more.

Learn what made that man tick.

[asthronauta]

BEST FRIENDS FUCK EACH OTHER│Barty Crouch Jr × Male Reader [NSFW].

Summary: [Y/N] always wanted to fuck his best friend. And Barty wouldn't shut up. He had to do something about it.

Warnings: Sex with no plot, basically. Ftm (trans) male reader, use of words like pussy, clit, pussy lips and basically shameless talking about it. Unprotected sex, Blow job, Fingering, Pussy eating, Cum in mouth, Cum in pussy, Dirty talk, Begging to be filled, Use of the words good boy & bitch, Public kind of thing? Enjoy 😋

Also, [N/N] means nickname. It can be the shorter version of your name or wtv you want.

Btw, english is not my first language so there might be some errors in my writing. I'm still learning!

Barty was so fucking annoying.

Look, Hogwarts was beautiful and magical and huge but the exams were actually terrifying. You did not want to fail an exam. That's why [Y/N] found the most sought-after corner of the library to study. Which was, in fact, the place he always used to pick. A hidden table in the back plus the late hours of the night that occurred were the perfect combination to study without interruptions. Or, that's how it was supposed to be. But Barty fucking Crouch chased him. Which was actually shit because now his secret place wasn't secret anymore and now he'll have to find a new place where he could find some peace and some quiet.

Bartemius Crouch Junior. The most annoying person [Y/N] ever met and also his best friend. Yeah, that's how things worked. In first year Barty used to chase him everywhere and [Y/N] used to hide from him. Well, some things never change. — It was probably three in the morning and [Y/N] was actually worried about his exam, but Barty just wouldn't shut his mouth. It was nothing new but [Y/N] really needed for him to shut the fuck up.

Barty Junior created his own fame. - He knew perfectly well the image people had of him and he revelled in it. He knew the effect he had on people and it inflated his ego in a way he adored. No one escaped it; not even the teachers. Not even [Y/N]. — At first they were children; of course they had no feelings for each other, but as the years went by, the sexual tension grew. Because Barty fucking Crouch was just too hot and the worst thing was that he knew it perfectly well. It was fucking annoying. So [Y/N] really meant it when he blurted-

“If I suck your cock you'll shut the fuck up?”

It was the kind of proposal that if you didn't accept; it was just a joke, but if you did accept..

Barty was sitting in front of him and [Y/N] saw the look on his face when his brain registered what he said. There was a second of silence where Barty looked at him with genuine surprise. Searching in [Y/N] for a trace of it being a lie and when he didn't find it a smirk began to grow on his stupid face. And that was when [Y/N] realized everything went to hell because he was fucking serious and Barty too.

“Is that a bribe?”

The words slipped from his mouth with an air of amusement. [Y/N] had no idea why every word that came out of Barty's mouth made him utterly mad. I mean, they were supposed to be best friends. But every sound Barty made was a reason why [Y/N] wanted to sew his lips together, and that's been happening more often lately. Maybe because Barty was hooking up with more and more people and [Y/N] couldn't stand to have him around anymore. And maybe a 'please shut up' would have worked just right but [Y/N] already walked into the lion's den and oh, Barty wasn't going to let him go.

“Take it as you wish” There was no way [Y/N] was turning back now. Barty would tease him for life if he did. - He was already at the dance; now he had to dance.

Barty looked at him. Smirking. Smirking at [Y/N]'s face cause he knew he already won. “Do it, and I'll stay quiet.”

Yeah, fuck.

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[Y/N] wasn't an angel; but he never thought he'd fuck his best friend. I mean, not that it would ever really happen. Because fuck he'd fantasized about that thousand of times. - He was always curious. Can you blame him? He was surrounded by hot people. Anyone in his place would speculate about how his classmates' dicks were like. And Barty dripped with sexual energy. And [Y/N] was just a boy.

Barty was no longer sitting but standing, leaning on the table, looking down at [Y/N] who was kneeling on the library floor. Fuck, what the hell was he doing? he was on his knees about to suck his best friend's cock and he was getting so wet already. And Barty still had all his clothes on. He was literally salivating as he undid Barty's belt - he didn't know he wanted this that much.

Barty didn't say a word. Finally what [Y/N] wanted but fuck he was so nervous he needed Barty to say something stupid. - He had no idea what was going through Bartemius' mind and his own kept going at the speed of light as he undid the zip of Barty's pants, finally catching a glimpse of his underwear. — He was avoiding Barty's eyes but he could tell he was looking at him. At his every move. And he thought he saw a slight, almost invisible blush on the other boy's cheeks.

He was nervous as fuck but Barty didn't have to know that. So when his pants were off [Y/N] was quick to pull down Barty's underwear in one go. And Jesus Christ Barty was big. And hard. So hard it was already standing in front of his face as if his cock was fucking pointing at him. — Fuck, he has a good one [Y/N] bit his lip to prevent that unforgivable phrase from leaving his mouth. - His pussy soaked, staining his underwear. He could feel the wetness between his pressed together thighs. As if his body knew that maybe that thing would enter him soon and that made him blush so damn much because fuck he wanted that thing in his pussy

He took it in his hand, first. He heard the way Barty gasped and how his body tensed and it sent a shiver down his spine. He began to stroke. Up and down. From the tip to the base. His eyes trailing over the tattoo on Barty's hip that ran down to his cock; a snake. Feeling the soft skin on his palm and the veins. Squeezing. Feeling how hard the muscle was. “Yes, just like that” Barty muttered and [Y/N] swallowed the saliva that was gathering in his mouth. He never heard that tone in Barty's voice before and it was doing things to him. — Eventually Barty began to buck his hips against [Y/N]'s hand, fucking that tight, warm grip around his length. [Y/N] was having trouble since he was mesmerized by the scene in front of him so Barty reached down, encircling [Y/N]'s wrist with his hand and keeping his grip still as he fucked it. Barty groaned. [Y/N] could feel the way the muscle tensed and the veins stood out. “Fuck... That's it.. you're good with that little hand of yours” [Y/N] almost groaned at that.

“Barty, fuck” he moaned. Almost pitifully. Because he couldn't believe his best friend was saying those nasty things to him. And he was being a slut for it. There was no words to describe it just fuck. It felt so fucking wrong but also so damn good. — Barty began to move faster. His breathing quickening. As if he wanted to cum. His grip on [Y/N]'s wrist tightened and [Y/N] didn't care to tell him to stop. Because fuck he didn't want him to stop. “Ah, yes, fuck... You're gonna make me cum soon” Barty gasped. [Y/N] sighed. Tempted to rub himself against something because his already soaked pussy was crying out for some attention. He could feel how damn sensitive his clit got.

Barty was close. That thought gave him chills because he could see it. Right in front of him. And it was him who was giving Barty that pleasure. It was him that Barty was so eager for. [Y/N] could see how Barty's swollen, red cocktip bobbed in and out of his fist. Moving tantalizingly closer and then away from his face. He had a close-up of how the tip became wetter and wetter, leaking with precum that eventually ran down to his hand and then to the floor. “Wait” he gasped. Fuck. It must be salty, he thought. He didn't give a fuck. He couldn't let Barty's cum on the floor. It was his; he was causing it. He couldn't let it on the damn floor. “I want it in my mouth”

“Atta boy” Barty growled and [Y/N] almost came. He leaned down, closing his eyes dreamily before taking the wet tip into his mouth. “Ah, fuck” Barty hissed, feeling every swirl and suck as [Y/N] lapped his precum. One of his hands held tight on the edge of the table while the other found its way to [Y/N]'s hair. Squeezing the strands between his fingers. Getting a proper grip that left the other boy's head immobile; just so Barty could move freely. - He pushed the rest of his cock into that eager mouth. Well-, half. Cause Barty didn't get to sink completely when he felt his cockhead hit the back of [Y/N]'s throat. “Oh yes fuck” Barty gasped, looking down to find [Y/N]'s eyes looking up at him. “Mhm.. this is what you wanted, right?” He hummed as he began to move slowly. Tentatively bumping against the back of [Y/N]'s throat, gradually sinking deeper. “Fuck [N/N], I can't believe I'm fucking your mouth” [Y/N] sighed on Barty's cock at that. The fact that Barty was using his nickname only made him feel guiltier and hornier.

He was trying; relaxing his throat, letting Barty dictate the pace. He didn't want to disappoint him. That morning they were having breakfast with Reg and Evan; as they had been doing for years. Who would have thought that by the end of the day Barty would be fucking his mouth. — [Y/N] closed his eyes; and Barty saw it as a sign to let go. He began to fuck his mouth properly; urging, pushing [Y/N]'s head closer as his hips moved in and out of that wet mouth. “Fuck yes, take it” he hissed, pressing his lips together. Frowning as he felt himself getting closer to cumming in his best friend's mouth. “Fuck [N/N], you're making me fucking close for you, fuck... ” he was trying to keep his voice down; although the library was empty the place echoed and maybe a fucking prefect would come to spoil his little fun here. “Yes.. you like that, don't you? Having me deep into that pretty little mouth of yours,” He looked down, only to chuckle when he saw [Y/N]'s helpless face as he choked on his cock. “Fuck, look at you... I didn't know you were such a slut for my cock, [N/N].”

He began to pound, holding [Y/N]'s head with both hands as he hit the back of his throat over and over. His balls hitting [Y/N]'s chin every time. “Fuck [N/N] I'm cumming inside your mouth-” Barty cried before he came. Moaning as he pressed [Y/N]'s head hard against his pelvis. Squeezing his locks as he began to feel the spurts coming out, hitting the back of [Y/N]'s throat as he filled his mouth up. “Oh yes oh fuck” he cried as he stayed still. Letting every drop out deep into [N/N]'s mouth.

Barty's cock slipped out [Y/N]'s soaked, swollen lips only when he made sure [Y/N] swallowed it all. [N/N] coughed, gasping for air. Drool dripping down his chin. Eyes tearing and the messiest Barty had ever seen him. Barty came in his mouth. Barty came in his mouth and he swallowed it all as the slut he was for his cock. He couldn't believe he just did that. He couldn't believe he let things go to hell like that. What the fuck did he just do? There was no turning back after this. His friendship with Barty would never be the same again.

“Fucking hell [N/N]” Barty chuckled. Triumphant smile on his face. As if he didn't give a damn about what just happened. “I didn't know you had such a dirty little mouth there, fuck.. I came so hard for you” he grabbed his spend cock shamelessly. Stroking it lazily as he stared at [Y/N]'s helpless form. Trying to catch his breath. A sticky mess between his legs. Barty's smile grew bigger. “Now what's up, [N/N]? Did the mice eat your tongue? It was me the one supposed to keep quiet”

“Shut up Barty”

“That's my boy” Barty approved as he watched [Y/N] stand back up, Barty quickly wrapping an arm around his lower back and pulling him into a hungry kiss. Saliva, tongue, teeth and the salty taste of Barty's cum in between. Muffled moans from both of them and Barty's thick snake pressing against [Y/N]. “Barty” [Y/N] moaned against his mouth. Not stopping kissing for a second. His arms wrapped helplessly around Barty's neck while his were wrapped around [Y/N] as well. “Ah- Barty-” He gasped his name like a mantra. Unable to believe what that name meant now; the name of the man he was so eager for. The man he needed so bad. No longer the name of his best friend but the name of the person he wanted to be pounded dumb by on the library table. “Barty please-”

“What do you want baby?” Barty muttered against his mouth. Tight grip on the other boy's waist. “Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you”

“Want you-” He gasped. Barty's mouth was too good to let go. “Want you in my pussy Barty please fuck me.”

[Y/N] felt the vibration against his mouth as Barty groaned deeply. As if those words awakened something wild in him. “You want that?” He tested, speaking between kisses. Catching the other's lip between his teeth. “Mhmm, I can do that for you, baby, but you have to promise me something” He pulled away to look at him. Green eyes dark, deep. He cupped [Y/N]'s face with one hand; it wasn't tender, it was rather possessive. Firm. Squeezing his cheeks. “Once I get into that tight little pussy of yours, there won't be turning back, baby” he said, shaking his head as he spoke “I won't stop 'til I cum deep inside. Nowhere else, yeah? Just deep inside your pussy. Is that alright? Are you okay with that?”

And how could he refuse such a generous offer?

He nodded. Heart eyes on Barty. “That's a good boy” he said, letting go of him “Now be a sweetheart and bent over on the table for me. I want to pound that slutty pussy from behind” [N/N] did. Because at this point he would do anything for Barty. — Barty pushed his pants down carelessly. Baring [Y/N]'s ass and needy pussy to the air. “Oh, look at that” Barty mockered, [Y/N]'s face turned red. “You're leaking wet for me [N/N]” Barty's hand shamelessly wandered down there and tested the slit, his fingertips gliding easily over the lubricated area. [Y/N]'s whole body trembled. Letting out a shaky, needy gasp. Barty didn't stop. Tracing up and down until suddenly pushing one finger inside. “Holly shit” Barty cursed over [Y/N]'s moan because he took that finger way too fucking good. Sliding in easily like a wet, slick little mouth - his cock spasmed with interest. “Fucking shit [N/N] you took that finger so fucking good baby” he praised, feeling how [N/N] throbbed and squeezed around his finger “You're a wet little bitch, aren't you?” he purred. Biting his lip as he moved his finger in and out, watching as [Y/N]'s wetness soaked his ring. Getting out of him those tiny little moans he liked. He slipped out; sucking his finger clean. “Mhm, that cherry tastes good” he hummed. So damn naughty. [Y/N]'s face was bright red and he couldn't do anything but let Barty use his body. “Need to have a taste of that before going in, don't you think?”

[Y/N] could hear the smirk on Barty's face; he didn't need to see him. He was about to turn to look as him but he didn't manage to when he felt Barty's face buried deep in his ass. Tongue lapping at his pussy juices. He moaned, a moan that echoed in the empty library and stirred the candlelight. “Barty-!” his gasp died in a shaky cry, feeling how Barty fucking Crouch caught his pussy lips between his lips. Sucking them. Gently biting them— He was in heaven, with the stars and the moon. Barty was eating him like he meant it. Tongue moving everywhere. Lapping at his sloppy hole, guitar-playing with his clit. He could fucking feel the metal of Barty's tongue piercing on his pussy and he was about to-

Barty pulled away. [Y/N] almost cried at that. He was about to protest when he suddenly felt Barty's thick, wet tip resting against his hole. “Barty-” he gasped. Okay, this was really happening. “I'm going to fuck you” Barty groaned. An statement; not a question. [Y/N] sighed almost in fear. Barty was there; just one move away from penetrating him and fucking him bareback. Of crossing a line from which they couldn’t return. — Barty was holding his heavy cock aligned with [Y/N]'s helpless pussy hole. Stroking it. His other hand teasing his balls lightly. He was fully hard again already. Leaking. [Y/N] could feel the swollen tip pressing just a tiny bit in. He fucking mewled. Barty's leaking cockhead was splitting his tender lips apart. He needed him inside.

“Barty- Barty please, you're killing–”

The words choked in his throat as Barty plunged his cock all the way in.

“Fucking take it” [Y/N] let out a pitiful moan. Almost a whimper. As Barty took a hold of his hips. Starting to roll his almost desperately from the start. “Oh you fucking tight bitch you're squeezing me like crazy” Barty groaned, pounding. His balls slapping against [Y/N]'s untouched clit. [Y/N] was speechless. Not even moaning at first as he felt the slight burn and huge presence of Barty in his pussy. His legs were weak - it was thick. So thick. He could feel it stretching him so much he couldn't help but clench around it. Barty was being so damn rough; no mercy for his tender pussy that was taking him so deep. “Yes-” [Y/N]'s little moan went unnoticed under the thuds that echoed through the place.

“You're not letting me go, are you? Fuck, you're slick as hell baby-” Barty moaned. Biting his lip as he threw his head back. Closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of fucking that small, slippery pussy for a second. Barty knew he was big but [Y/N] was fucking tight. Squeezing his cock like he wanted to fucking suffocate him. A tiny, slippery tunnel that Barty was ravaging. “Fuck, look at us” he said, looking back down to see how [N/N]’s pussy hole was stretched open around his cock. Swallowing it all like the good boy he was. Letting Barty go balls deep with every plunge. “You’re taking me so good baby fuck you were made for me [N/N]” He licked his lips, saliva filling his mouth. His eyes locked on their union. On the way his cock moved in and out of that welcoming cunt. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m fucking your pussy” he shivered, thrusts getting messier. “Fuck [N/N] I’m fucking fucking you- fuck-” Barty leaned down. Pressing his chest on [Y/N]'s back as he pounded deeper. One hand palm open on the table and the other holding tightly to [Y/N]'s hip. Keeping him in place. - His lips searched for [Y/N]'s lips with closed eyes and found them. Tongues dancing as Barty didn't stop his rhythm.

“So good” Barty gasped “Fuck, so good. Your pussys so good” he hummed against [Y/N]'s ear, pounding impossibly deep and hard. Getting little 'ah, ah, ah's out of [Y/N] with every thrust. “Barty-” “[N/N]” Barty moaned back as he pounded against [Y/N]'s arched back. Holding him impossibly close. “Beg for me baby, beg for my cock” he moaned helplessly, leaning down to nip and suck at [Y/N]'s neck as he relentlessly pounded into him.

“Barty please” He blurted messily. Feeling like his clit rubbed against the edge of the table. Swollen and unattended. But he wasn't going to touch it. His clit was burning with need but he wanted to cum just from Barty's cock alone. And he was close already. He could feel it. And he could also feel Barty's cock throbbing and leaking inside. He was going to come. “Please- Inside. Not pulling out, fuck, Barty. Please fill me up-”

Barty let out a low, dark chuckle from the back of his throat against the skin of [Y/N]'s neck. Pulling away. Standing again as he looked down at him. “You want every last bit of me inside that cute little hungry pussy of yours, don't you?” he asked with a low, dangerous tone. Hands gripping [Y/N]'s waist almost painfully as he began to hammer again. “You'll have it.. mhmm fuck yes I'm cumming inside you”

“Oh god fucking thank you,” [Y/N] cried. Legs shaking as he was so damn close.

“Oh yes that's a good boy, you like having your best friend's cock pounding your pussy don't you? Fuck I'm coming-” Barty gasped. He was a mess. He could feel his swollen tip hitting the bottom of [Y/N]'s insides and it was just too much. He squeezed [Y/N] tight as he began to pound fucking deep. The table shaking. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, baby, baby I'm coming- oh, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck-” Barty moaned pitifully before burying himself all the way in. As deep as he could go. His body pressed against [Y/N]'s. “Inside-” he managed to cry as he began to unload. Thick, heavy spurts of creamy babies began to shoot out with each spasm of his cock, deep inside that pussy. “Oh shit” he whimpered as if he was in pain; body tense and stiff as his thick load was planted. Letting out a muffled moan the moment he felt [Y/N] cumming just as his cum began to fill him. Milking him.

The moment Barty finished unloading his body fell exhausted on top of [Y/N]. Breathing hard against the skin of his back. Where he planted a kiss when he finally caught his breath. “...Fuck”

“Fuck indeed” [Y/N] sighed. Finally regaining his voice after a while. Both their chests rose and fell, having exhausted all their stamina. Especially Barty who could feel himself getting flaccid inside [Y/N]'s slippery hole.

“I came... so fucking hard” Barty mumbled. Hands still on [Y/N]'s waist. Holding him firmly close. As if he wanted to cuddle. He was a big baby. [Y/N] rolled his eyes.

“Me too” he shifted a little. Feeling all the stuffing that Barty just pumped into him.

“We should do this every day, [N/N]” Barty chuckled a little. Humming after. His cock tender and soft now. Letting the liquid drip down his balls and [Y/N]'s thighs. Cheek still pressed against [Y/N]'s back. “...I think I may love you”

“Fuck... shut up, Barty.” Barty pouted.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

the astronomy tower - starchaser

“…and that one’s Sirius. Well, Sirius A.”

“There’s a Sirius B?”

“Yeah, but Sirius A is too bright to see it.”

“Sirius wouldn’t like to hear that there’s a second one.” 

“No, he really wouldn’t.” 

[hp-hcs]

Omg are you a SAINT??? I’m the one who requested the Theo x ftm Parkinson Reader and it was incredible!!! I love Yanderes ngl because I have….issues…..anyways please bring me a part 2 （╹◡╹）

uh. super dark themes in here? i’m really sorry?

requests open

CLAIRVOYANCE AND TASSEOGRAPHY (Chapter Two of Pansy’s Brother) — yandere! psycho! theodore nott x ftm! sweetheart! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: abduction/kidnapping, stalking, possessive/obsessive behavior, intense unwarranted jealousy

hey! if you like someone, please don’t stalk and kidnap them! that’s decidedly uncool!

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“You going back to your dorm?”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “I need to finish my homework for Trelawney. Going to the library.”

Enzo snickers. “Good luck. ~Clear your mind~,” his voice took on a sing-song quality as he imitated your professor, laughing when you smacked his arm and told him to be nice.

“I like Divination,” you whine. “Trelawney’s nice!”

“Yeah, sure…” he teases, knocking his shoulder against yours. You roll your eyes and wave goodbye to him, heading to the library while he turns to go back down to the dungeons.

The hallways are mostly empty, although a few straggling kids make their way through the castle, but a multitude of others must’ve had the same idea as you, because the library is completely full.

You weave your way between a pack of first year Hufflepuffs and a group of zonked-out Gryffindors, dropping your bag down onto the only free table to claim your spot.

Madam Pince, always one beat ahead of everyone else, emerges from the maze of bookshelves, holding a simple wood box out for you.

“Y/N, dear. I believe you’re in need of this?” She said wisely with a small smile on her otherwise stern face.

Madam Pince had always quite liked you. You were quiet (unlike your sister and her friends), you always thanked her whenever she helped you (even if it was just bringing you another cup of tea and an interesting book on the Muggle constitutional monarchy), and you once marched down to the library just to give her an entire plate of cookies because I made too many, really Madam, and besides, you deserve a bit of thanks for all the hard work you do.

(She’d later asked the house elves. They informed her that you’d only baked one batch of cookies. She’s had a soft spot for you ever since.)

You thanked her gratefully, taking the wood box and opening it. Inside was one of the library’s loaner crystal balls. A bit scuffed up, but it did the job.

Sitting down at your table, you got to work writing your Divination essay. You weren’t particularly adept at clairvoyance, but as long as you tried (or at least pretended to), Trelawney would leave you alone.

The library grew quiet as groups began intermittently leaving, rubbing tired eyes and yawning as they stumbled their way down the hall. Madam Pince came by with two mugs of tea and and an order to take a break, dear, have a cuppa with me.

You laid down your quill, taking your offered mug with grateful thanks and a tired smile. She pulled a chair up next to you, sipping her own mug.

“I’ve closed the library up for tonight, but you’re welcome to stay for as long as you need. I know, I know. As an educator, I’m not supposed to have favorites but…” she gave you a conspiratorial wink. “Anyway, the only people left in here are Miss Granger, you, and I. Lovely girl, that Granger. But remember, you need to sleep at some point, dear.”

You laughed and nodded, draining the rest of your tea and swirling the leaves around. “I know. I just need to finish this essay.”

Madam Pince gave you a pointed look, glancing down at the three sentences you had written on your otherwise blank twelve inches of parchment and then back up at you.

“Divination is a difficult subject,” she advised. “Take notes, and write your essay later. Although you seem to be doing quite well with tasseography.” She nodded towards your empty mug which you were still swirling around, just as something to do with your hands.

You laugh, finally stopping the cup and peering in. “Oh no, I’m terrible at reading tea leaves. This looks like a… an axe, I think? And… ooh, this looks like a shark. Or maybe a goldfish.”

She snickered, patting your shoulder and standing up, smiling at you before returning to her seemingly endless task of reshelving books.

You spun the cup around once more, finding only a wonky heart and a vaguely knife-shaped bit. The rim of your tea mug held only a weird looking dog.

You brushed off the silly reading and resumed your homework, tapping the crystal ball with your fingernail in frustration.

There wasn’t anything in there.

You sighed in annoyance, setting down your quill with a clack and rubbing the heel of your hands over your eyes. It was starting to get late, and you weren’t getting anywhere. Might as well call it a bust and go back to your dorm.

You huffed out a short breath as you screwed on the lid of your inkwell, stuffing your quill and parchment in your bag with little care.

Turning back to put the crystal ball back in its box, you froze when you saw something.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer to get a better look.

Nope.

Nothing.

You sighed again, shaking your head. You could’ve sworn you’d seen something move. But alas, it was still just the same stupid upside-down reflection of the bookshelves in front of you.

You picked up the ball, nestling the stand back inside the satin interior of the box. As you moved the set the sphere down as well, you saw it again.

Movement.

Now you knew you weren’t crazy.

It was a little hard to tell, as whatever was on the other side of the ball would reflect back inverted, but you swore it looked like a person.

You squinted, shifting a bit. The indistinct figure vanished.

You looked up from the ball tentatively, a bit afraid of what might be ahead of you.

Nothing.

“Hermione?” You called softly. Your voice carried in the empty library.

“Upstairs!” Hermione’s distinct voice called back. You glanced up at the small second floor loft, catching a glimpse of bushy hair.

A hand suddenly came down on your shoulder with a vice-like grip.

You startled, a yelp halfway on your lips when another hand covered your mouth. The mystery person leaned down behind you to whisper in your ear.

“Easy. You’re okay.”

You were frozen with fear, the ball slipping out of your hands and falling onto the (thankfully) carpeted floor, where it rolled to a stop some feet away.

“Not a word.” The stranger’s voice hissed, their grip tightening over your mouth, their short nails digging into your skin.

They yanked you out of your chair from behind, leaving all of your things scattered across your desk. The stranger moved their hand from your shoulder to your opposite elbow, their arm across your torso and keeping you from moving as they dragged you down the row. They made a beeline for the library doors, your weak attempts to fight them off not hindering them in the slightest.

As the stranger fumbled to open the door with both of their hands occupied, a familiar voice called out.

“Are you finally leaving, Y/N, dear?” Madam Pince’s called from just around the corner, half-hidden behind a bookshelf.

The stranger’s grip on you tightened even further, to an almost painful degree.

“Answer her.” They hissed again, digging their nails into your cheeks again before slowly moving their hand down to uncover your mouth.

You trembled with fear. “U-uh, yeah. Got some wonderfully mediocre notes down, and I’m exhausted.”

Her laugh drifted through the library. “Alright then, Y/N. Oh! And if Professor Trelawney actually does assign any tasseography homework, you know where to find me.”

“Yeah, of course. We can share a cuppa chamomile together.”

“Sounds lovely, dear. Sleep well.”

The rather sweet moment was ruined as the stranger’s hand returned over your mouth and you were bodily dragged out of the library.

~~~

Irma Pince was many things, but she was not stupid.

Once hated by the students of Hogwarts, now one of the most beloved staff members, she was an integral part of the school. Since allowing for more freedom in the library—which now drew more regulars and first years who were no longer afraid of her—plus with the addition of befriending some of the more polite students, she no longer was the sour, unpleasant woman she’d once been.

She was knowledgeable in virtually every subject—she knew who needed to return what books by when, who the Muggle prime minister in 1857 was, what dittany is, and how fireworks worked, they’re really quite simple, Mr. and Mr. Weasley. Point being, she knew just about everything about anything.

She also knew for a fact that Y/N Parkinson hated chamomile tea.

[j95714024]

LIKE ADULTS LOVE. james potter x fem reader

tags: fem!reader, tranfem!reader (mtf), post hogwarts, angst, without confession, it's implied that reader is on hormonal treatment. light mention of injections. female x male. james' pov

note: i have a writing blog but honestly i'm just going to post these here and hope for the best. my apologies for the bad grammar, english is not my first language.

You move around the room, the laziness for just wake up still hanging to your members with a grace that in secret he found himself trying to imitate in the first years after met you.

James' unproductive ramblings get interrupted when his eyes following you around the kitchen are attracted like a moth to the fire to the strip of skin that peeks when you stretch to take a salad bowl from Sirius' shelf. He have no idea for what could you need one at breakfast time, buts his mind is less of a functional organ and more like a boiling teapot to be able to formulate the question out loud. Is a fact; he feels the tongue numb and gnarled, heavy in his mouth like a condemn. Not speaking seems to be a mortal error, is the thought that has haunted him during the last year.

In this moment, however, there is something of relief at his own body's limitation when it comes to putting his feelings aloud. Because you turn around without seems to notice the intensity in his gaze, and continues with your morning while he tries to be a man again and not the useless dough that he has melted into.

Like the last months, James' thoughts become a decadent spiral —you would call it a rabbit hole, or worst, a conical propeller— where all he can think is in how much he missed you since the graduation day, and how still misses you, despite you're there in Sirius' kitchen, cutting an apple in little cubes, humming a song he doesn't now.

He used to know every song you knew, or at leat is what he liked to fool himself with. Because it was always him who you show your favorites, when the afternoons were somewhat melancholic and the others were out of the dorm that was his world for seven years, and where everyday he woke upconflictedly grateful that you did it there too. And now he can't find in himself the words to ask what is it name, if you could put it on the record player and put your arms around his shoulders while dancing slow like unmistakable lovers.

James takes a sip of his tea, and try to swallow the knot in his throat, when he remembers that strip of skin. You have become terribly soft, thinks fondly. Is milky and smooth skin, flabby with a fat that doesn't used to be there when you both sneak through the castle passageways, defining curves barely insinuated those years. You have become soft, thinks with nostalgia, your hair enhancing the calm in your face. You still have dark circles under your eyes, and that little scar in your cheek that he give you with his antlers during a full moon night and for which he couldn't look at you for two weeks due how guilty he felt, but when you finally stop caramelizing the apple pieces in the pan and looks at him over your shoulder with a question in your eyes, he can't help but think that he wishes have been there when you become soft.

Do you still frowns when you get injections, this time to heal your soul and not your body from a insistent fever? Is still hesitation there when a boy asks your name, before you smile and charms him? James takes another sip, savoring the burn while the liquid downs his throat, and smiles you reassuringly, seeing you came back to your stuff. Seeing you slip further and further away while he drowns in the weight of his longing for you.

[summerlovingbaby]

binder break

After a long horrible day of back breaking work, Y/N L/N wanted nothing more than to return to the tower, peel of his uncomfortable clothes and crawl into bed. His chest ached from wearing the binder, he ad been wearing it far too long to be safe, but was used to the dull ache that resulted from it. James scolded him constantly, but Y/N refused to listen. The effects of wearing a binder too long was starting to turn chronic. The skin around his chest was peeling and rubbed raw, and his ribs ached uncomfoatbly at the slightest movement. It was hard to breathe when he walked far, or even up the stairs.

Y/N would have been find peeling off his many layers and crawling beneath his covers, that’s what he usually did after a long grueling horrible day. Snape was giving him trouble, and sitting through charms was a pratice in extreme patience. He spent lunch dodging curses from the slytherin table and transfigurations was a long boring drag. Usually after a long day he would hide underneath the comforts of his bed, but he had a boyfriend who he wanted to see. James always knew how to make him feel better, and he wanted to crawl into bed with him and be held.

But his binder needed to come off before his chest would cave in on itself. That was a step that the two of them hadn’t taken yet. Y/N was comfortable around James, but not quite comfortable in his own body, and some small part of him still believed that the only reason James saw him as a boy, is because he had only known him as a boy. He had only known him as the tall, raven haired boy with a flat chest. They hadn’t gone past a few heated makeout sessions and chaste touching over the clothes and nothing more.

Y/N wanted to do more, but wasn’t comfortable in his own skin and was hesitant on the way James would react.

He made his way back to the dorm, crawled up the stairs and entered the dorm to find it quiet and blissfully empty. James and Sirius would be returning from pratice in just a few minutes, and Remus study session ended soon, so Y/N made quick work of unbuttioning his shirts and ditching his trousers in a pile without picking them up. He peeled off his tanktop, and hesitantly took of his binder. He found the loosest clothes in his possession before deciding that they were too tight and riffling through James clothes. He found a hoodie that was loose on James and strugged it on, before putting on a pair of boxers. Y/N climbed into James bed, absorbing the scent of him that was left in the sheets and waited with his eyes clothes.

He heard the door open and the sound of rambunctious footsteps parading from the door. James saw him on the bed, and the two shared a brief smile, before James launched himself on the bed. He landed ontop of Y/N with a thump, and kissed him gently on the cheek. You would think that with all the time the two of them kissed eachother, Y/N would be prepared for the way his lips felt against Y/N’s skin, but the warmness was always a welcome surprise.

“ You alright, baby?” James asked, kissing at his skin.

“ Yeah, just long day, and I missed you.”

James smiled then pushed himself from the bed. He dug around in his clothes until he found pajamas. He sniffed them and nodded, deciding that they were clean enough and changed. He lifted the covers and joined Y/N underneath him. James made sure to keep a considerable distance, unsure of how close Y/N wanted to be.

Most touches made Y/N extremely uncomfortable, and James was working on building trust with him. It took a while for Y/N to realize that James would always be gentle, and to realize that someone touching him could be comforting not cruel. James couldn’t help but smile when Y/N wriggled himself closer.

“ Can I hold you?” James whispered very quietly. When Y/N grunted in the affirmative, he draped an arm over his waist. 

James knew Y/N’s body. The stretches of scarred skin, the toned muscles along his stomach, the lines and ridges, so noticed the subtle shift beneath his clothes.

“You took off your binder?”

“ Mhm,” Y/N confirmed sleepily. “ I trust you.”

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[paranormals-of-ilvermorny]

For all of you who only ever wanted a place to fit in and be accepted as yourself.

You are safe here.

Chapter One

Lorelei Raywood, of 211 Lovelace Ave, was proud to say that she was utterly paranormal, thank you very much. She was one of the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, but she frequented what most would call ‘nonsense’ daily.

Lorelei was a witch, a title she carries with pride, and attends Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A bright girl for her age, she had wild curly hair that she felt did not match her personality one bit, and rich brown eyes that complimented her skin tone that was darker than her mother’s, yet lighter than her father’s. She also inherited her father’s slightly bulbous nose and mother’s thinner lips, along with her oval face and slender build. Sitting at her favorite seat, by her bedroom window, Lorelei looks up from reading to notice that some of the leaves were starting to decay which meant the coming of fall and another year of learning. This time of year always reminded her of her first year at school, and with it how her life changed for the better.

The air was warm and the sky was clear, a shade of blue Lorelei could still recall. Her family had insisted upon taking a well deserved summer vacation on the cape after her mother got a promotion. She had just turned eleven the September before, feeling a new wave of responsibilities she wanted to prove herself of that came with the new number. Amber Raywood had just gotten her daughter and herself hotdogs and large fries to share while her husband was on the hunt for some pizza. Busy dipping some fries in ketchup, Amber failed to notice her only child getting up and walking towards the low tide. It wasn’t until the screaming of a group of older women caught her attention did she look up.

What she saw was her daughter surrounded by parted waves, and seagulls flying around her in a tornado like movement. Fueled with the adrenaline only a mother could possess, Amber took action running towards Lorelei and scooping her up and away from the food crazy birds. As soon as she stirred her daughter from whatever fog came over her, the gulls flew away and the water came splashing down on them, luckily only reaching Lorelei’s waist.

When her husband came back, pizza slice in hand, Amber recounted the odd anomaly that almost cost them their child’s life. Anyone told this would have believed them, especially with the hysteric look in their partner’s eyes. But those wouldn’t be the parents of Lorelei Raywood.

She remembers it very differently. After settling down with her hotdog and questioning if the substance put into it could be called ‘meat’, the sound of a gull’s cry made her look up. Her eyes met that of a pristine white seagull, with impossibly smooth feathers and not a single speck of dirt or debris on it. What made her quietly gasp however was what the seabird was holding; an envelope as white as its plumage she would have missed it, if not for the ruby red stamp.

Getting up slowly, so as not to disturb the creature, Lorelei made her way out into the water where it stood. Step by step she made her way to the bird, never once realizing her foot never made contact with the cool water she clearly recalls splashing around in not an hour before. Soon enough she reached the gull and ever so slowly bent down to pull the letter from his beak, but didn’t have to tug at all, simply receiving the milky envelope like it was meant for her and her alone. Looking the bird in the eye she tried to ask it questions through thought. Is this for me? Am I dreaming? Can you talk? All too soon however the enchanting moment was ripped from her, and so was she, as her mother scooped up her lithe body. Suddenly all of the water that was missing before came crashing back onto them and her mother trudged the two of them through the chilly sea back to the safety of land.

Later, Lorelei could vaguely hear her mother frantically tell her father what he missed and the danger she was in, but her attention was stuck on the soggy envelope in her hands. Wrapped in a big beach towel to dry off and sitting in her mom’s lounge chair all she could think about was what the contents of the letter held. The sound of her father’s deep voice trying to calm her mother down stirred her slightly of her reverie, not much, but enough to think about the incident and what she overheard her mother say.

It wasn’t dangerous.

It was magical.

On the car ride home Lorelei waited anxiously for the letter to dry so she could open it, biding her time by running over the red wax seal with an intricate design that resembled a four leaf clover in the center of a blooming rose. She was so mesmerized trying to visualize the little creatures adorning the four leaves that the silence caused by her parents’ unease didn’t bother her. When they finally got home she ran up to her room, her mom calling after her that she is in need of a shower to rinse the sand off, and plopped down on the very same window seat she currently sits in reminiscing. Taking her time so as not to rip open the envelope, Lorelei carefully slid her thumbnail under the seal, only to be startled when a mass of fuzzy gray fur decided to join her. Laughing at how scared he made her, Lorelei pet sweet Poe’s head giving him a good scratch behind his left ear, just how the cat likes it. With the adorable interruption curling up for a nap in her crossed legs, she again began to lift the wax seal to open the desperately awaiting message inside. With the seal peeled off and the envelope opened her thoughts and imagination were racing.

Could it be a sailor writing to his lost love from years ago?

Maybe there’s a shipwreck and the captain had to bride the seagull with his last bit of food to deliver the S.O.S.?

What if it’s from halfway around the world and she wouldn’t be able to read a speck of it?

There was only one way to find out. Finally, taking the folded up piece of paper out and leaving the envelope forgotten on the floor, Lorelei carefully unfolded it from its watered wrinkles. It wasn’t at all what she was expecting. She read, then reread, then read the letter for a third time trying to make sense of the words her eyes were seeing. Witchcraft? Me? A school? Huh?

After taking a moment to let what she read sink into her mind, the gears started turning. And they didn’t stop. So excited was Lorelei that she jumped up, knocking sweet Poe Bear onto the floor, and ran downstairs to the kitchen where her parents were quietly talking, letter in hand and yelling about how she’s a witch and can attend a special school where she can practice and perfect her craft. Although through the excitement it took a while for her parents to calm her down enough to understand what she was saying. And after they dismissed it not believing her, she gave them the letter, with her full name and address down to the, “second bedroom on the left” did they start to question. With plain joy written across her face, Lorelei looked to her parents for approval to attend the school come this fall. Her father, Ford Raywood, had a look of pure confusion and shock with a sprinkling of fear, mind racing that maybe a day in the sun took too much out of the three of them. Lorelei was surprised, however, to see an embarrassed, almost pitying look on her mothers face, the picture perfect example of someone caught taking a few extra cookies. When the silence became too overwhelming the couple looked to one another for an anchor, something to tell them that this was not happening. Was it? Amber Raywood was the first to speak in what felt like hours.

“Lovey, I think it's time I tell you something”.

The rest of that afternoon was spent with Lorelei and her father sitting on the couch in the den watching and listening to her mother pace back and forth trying to explain herself. It turns out, Lorelei is not the first witch in her family. Her mother, and her father before her, have gone to Ilvermorny to study the use and practice of magic. When asked about her realtor job she claims she was being honest, she just didn’t mention that her employer, Beaver & Clampitt, specialized in searching for homes for witches and wizards of Massachusetts. As Lorelei absorbed every detail from her frantic mother, her excitement grew with every new and thrilling thought to enter her head, she was practically bouncing with energy. Or maybe that was the magic in her veins? As for her father, well, he didn’t take the news too well. He felt betrayed by his spouse and her dishonesty, choosing for the first time ever to sleep on the couch instead of their shared bed; thinking back, Lorelei believes being called a ‘Muggle’ was the last straw. By the time her story was nearing its end, Amber confessed that she thought Lorelei would be a normal child, having already turned eleven that January with no sign of a letter. It struck her as odd that her mother would wish she was ‘normal’ and not wish her to live an absolutely enchanting life filled with literal magic. The thought was fleeting, especially since she was overjoyed to feel like this was the solution to her adolescent problems.

Having never fit in at school or with other kids her age, Lorelei spent many nights wishing for a place she could find and befriend people who were like her. Even though she didn’t know she was a witch, she always felt different. There were times she couldn’t make friends and had to spend lunch with various teachers, discussing topics her peers never seemed bothered with. Although the love life of Mrs. Fitherbee and her gardener were entertaining, Lorelei longed for friends she could talk about hair and boys with. Then there were the times she would start to achieve this depressing goal only to ruin it somehow. For example, in the second grade when Holly Caddel was nice enough to ask the girl sitting by herself at recess if she wanted to join her and her friends to play with the latest toy, Pupcakes, which Lorelei eagerly said yes to. Holly introduced her to her group of friends, before they all took a seat in the grass and one by one began to take out brightly colored dogs resembling cupcakes. One of the girls seated to Lorelei’s right, Olivia, was nice enough to even let her use an extra dog she had named Sprinklez. As the girl’s seemed to continue where they left off from the day before, the anxiety and nervousness to not seem like a freakazoid overwhelmed her thoughts so much that poor Sprinlez seemed to contain more stiffness than the plastic already had. Lorelei was nervous about how she would engage with the girls, but sweet sweet Holly took her dog, Toffee, saying she had found a new dog to join their pack. That was one of the best recess memories Lorelei has, playing with the other girls and laughing at the silly voices they gave their dogs. She felt calm getting lost in the story of how they need to befriend the Fudgeponies to stop Cookiecat from taking over the island of Cakeberry.

All too soon however, Lorelei’s nerves got the best of her. Having told Holly that the pack should meet the ponies for breakfast waffles to persuade them to join the Pupcakes’ cause, she looked to Holly and met her eyes, sharing her smile, and felt the warmth finally belonging in the world. The sound of the other girl’s screaming brought Lorelei crashing back to earth. She watched as Holly’s eyes looked down to her hand, and she too screamed with a look of terror in her hazel eyes.

Lorelei slowly looked down to her own hand, only to find that poor Sprinklez was no more. Instead a squirming rat, with the same markings as the dog had, was held in her hand begging to be released from her hold. Scared and unsure what to do, Lorelei dropped the rodent and watched as all the girls jumped up screaming as the poor creature ran away. In that moment she wished she could turn herself into a rat and follow her brethren though the fence and into the woods, never to be seen or embarrassed again.

No child was brave enough to sit next to the ‘rat girl’ for the rest of second grade, fearful they too might end up with the same fate as Sprinklez. Sometimes late at night, when her mind has more energy than her body, Lorlei remembers how lonely and outcast she felt having no one to practice fractions with. So the joy she felt for having an answer as to why weird things happened to her catapulted her mood into the stratosphere. Learning that there was an entire school filled with other kids like her was the cherry on top. For the first time in a long while, she was excited for the first day of school.

Interrupted once again by Poe, Lorelei returned to the present moment and scratched his ear, noticing with sadness how his fur has more white to it than it did those years ago. Ever since that beach day,

A robin that frequents her mother’s bird feeder stops by for a late lunch. The sweet-tuned bird reminds her of her best friend at school who shares the same name, recalling the day they became friends and how attached at the hip they’ve been ever since. If there was one thing to be true, the thought of Robin Copper always brings a smile to Lorelei’s face.

The girls frequently chat at school, despite being in different houses, and have maintained their relationship by writing letters back and forth through Hawksley & Scarrow: birds for your words, a carrier service for witches and wizards to rent a local species of bird so as not to draw the attention of Muggles. All summer for the past three years they’ve been writing back and forth detailing all of their thoughts, feelings, and vacation stories, despite living only a few hours away.

Looking at her calendar pinned to her cork board, bailey winged butterflies danced in Lorelei’s stomach looking at the large, red circle around August 31st. The red marking signified the day her father would drop her off at Ichabod Lane where she would meet Robin and go school supply shopping for the new year.

“Just one more day to go”, she said to herself quietly, desperately waiting for this lonely summer to be over and to reunite with her best friend. Looking down in her lap at the gray and white Poe, Lorelei also sent a quiet prayer to whoever would listen.

Here’s hoping for easy sailing at Ilvermorny, 1997.

[corey-writes-stuff]

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[soleilnewspaper]

Music box

What happens when the dancer inside the music box decides she no longer wants to spin? When a girl like Y/N slowly stops spinning in the path laid out for her and instead turns towards a life of love, and war.

poly!wolfstar x scared28 fem!reader, platonic regulus black, trans regulus, rosekiller, dorlene, side jily, set in late 1976-1978 following this series

synopsis: When Y/N’s parents learn of her new relationship, she is forced to choose between love and family. The life set out for her or one with Remus and Sirius. Her destiny or freedom. Meanwhile Regulus takes his spot at the Dark Lord's table alongside Evan and Barty while Dorcas joins her girlfriend in the order. Causing a rift in the friendship leaving Pandora and Y/N at a standstill. Follows the events of sixth and seventh year (autumn 1976-1978).

warnings: angst, pureblood culture, homophobia, discrimination (against werewolves and muggleborns), canon events taken from the war (HP), cliffhangers, friendship rifts & breaks, werewolf transformations described.

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[crazybiscuit]

Uptown Girl

Chapter 2

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: You, an out of touch rich pureblood, recently moved to England for yet another engagement prospect. Unfortunately, things don't go to plan as you somehow find yourself constantly running into a werewolf, who has developed a valid reason to dislike you. Warnings: No Remus this chapter but he will be there for the next one obviously. Dead Regulus mention? and I guess pureblood supremacy. Word Count: 1901 Credits: @saradika-graphics thank you for the divider! A/N: March 28th my ass. So sorry that took forever, I clearly suck at meeting deadlines 😓. Anyways, I'll try my best to actually stick to my schedule now, but the next chapter will probably come out in June since I’m sewing my cosplay for Momocon this month. Now, on a more serious note, I'm assuming many of you have heard about what happened in the UK because of JKR's vile transphobic beliefs and I urge you all to please not support her financially. I'm obviously still helping her by writing this fic unfortunately, but do not buy HP merch and if you absolutely want to watch the movies or read the books, just pirate them, get them from the thrift store or some other way that won’t directly fund her actions. That is the least we can do to support the trans community. Finally, I hope you enjoy this chapter despite the shitty political climate we're stuck in right now. Chapters: 1

As soon as your father closed the front door, your mother exploded, “You did not just invite a random stranger to our first hosted party here. Nearly every notable British wizard is invited to attend, Hervé! We have an image to uphold, especially after everything that happened with–” 

“Relax, woman,” the man responded, running a hand through his greying hair and your mother proceeded to smack him at the address with her gloves. This resulted in your father glaring at her as he continued, “He won’t come anyways. He seems like the type to know his place in society. It was simply politeness, he wouldn't take the money, so I had to offer something valuable.”

“You might as well have offered my head on a platter,” you huffed, “He didn’t deserve common courtesy. He behaved like an absolute jerk earlier after I offered him advice.”

Your father, used to both your mother and your own antics, ignored the comment and turned to make his way deeper into the house, “Merlin, why couldn’t I just have sons…”

You felt frustrated but knew that no arguing would rectify this situation, instead turning to the women next to you, “This isn’t fair!”

“Darling, I’m on your side but you know I can’t do anything about this, so if you want to whine, go bother the help,” she shrugged off her coat before pausing, “Did he steal anything?”

Your annoyance rose slightly at the change of subject, “No, but that's not the main issue—”

“Good,” and with that, she made her way to the library.

“I cannot believe this” you grumbled to yourself, storming off to your bedroom ready to write another pile of letters to complain about your predicament.

The next few days went by in a blur with all the renovations and party planning. But despite all of that, you couldn’t seem to get a certain Welsh man off your mind and it was getting more and more frustrating. Even now, as the dressmakers made some last minute adjustments, you talked their ear off, not caring if they even spoke a word of French, “...and when I gave him a helpful suggestion, he snapped at me. I have no clue what his problem was! And worst of all, Papa  invited him to the party.”

The witch standing behind you rolled her eyes, which you luckily missed, and tightened your corset suddenly, causing you to straighten up your posture and adjust your breathing, “He keeps insisting he won’t come but that’s not the point. It’s the principle-”

You, luckily for the seamstresses, were interrupted by your bedroom door opening, revealing your younger sister still draped in her blue satin uniform. Your annoyance immediately vanished as you gasped and pulled away from the dressmakers, ignoring their protests as you ran to hug Josephine.

“Gods, I missed you,” you took a small step back to get a better look at the 17 year old, “How’s school? And the rest of the family? You have no clue how much I miss Southern France, the weather here is dreadful and it gets awfully lonely.”

“Quit being dramatic,” your mother interrupted, smiling slightly in amusement, “We’ve only been here for a few days. You’ll find plenty of friends during the Equinox party, now get back on the stand so we can finish up your gown for tomorrow.”

You didn’t argue as you went back to the stand on the stool, completely oblivious to the witches' annoyance with you as they got back to working on the hems of your skirt. Your sister sat on your bed as your mother opted for the chair closer to you, analyzing your dress thoroughly to ensure perfection. 

“School’s alright. Madame Auclair has been the bane of my existence when it comes to manners.”

“As she should,” your mother interjected, causing the young girl to roll her eyes.

“She’s been trying to stop me from pursuing my studies in magical creatures but Papi Alain insisted that I visit his estate for the summer to help him with his matagots!”

“You’re kidding,” you glanced back at her sister on your white comforter.

“Absolutely not,” Madame Vaillancourt interrupted once more, clearly getting ready to fall into another one of her lectures, “Do you have any idea how dangerous that would be? What if you get disfigured? Do you realize how difficult that could make it for you to find a job at the ministry?”

“I don’t want to work for the ministry–”

Your mother gasped.

“You never insist on Y/N to get a job in the ministry. Why does it matter if I do?”

“She’s marrying into a stable household, you are the one who insisted on not wanting to get married early. You can’t expect us to simply give you hand outs.”

“Why not? It’s not like we’re going to run out of money.”

You checked out of their argument. It didn’t really matter what your mother’s opinion was in the moment anyways, she never had it in her to go against her children's happiness, so Josephine would get what she wanted in the end. This brought your thoughts back to your situation and you looked up to your agitated mother sitting in the corner chair. She had stopped arguing with her other daughter, instead instructing the seamstress to do specific alterations.

“Maman, has his mother told you he’d be present?” you asked, not taking much notice in her instructions to the dressmakers.

The woman paused and glanced at you with a hesitant expression, “Unfortunately, he can’t attend tomorrow. His trip abroad took longer than expected but should be coming back home soon. Then we’ll discuss if you actually want to marry him. He is quite a downgrade from… Nevermind, I didn’t say anything. He’s a lovely, well-renowned and brave wizard, so you should consider yourself quite lucky, dear.”

Your smile died down slightly at the reminder of your late fiancé. Your sister sensing the mood shift speaks up, “It’s also rather lucky that the full moon falls on the 22nd this year. It will definitely make the equinox spell more powerful.”

“Oh! Right, I completely forgot about that! If we're lucky, it will bring us good fortune for the party and we’ll maintain our good reputation.”

“The only thing that could prevent that is Remus showing up, so I hope the full moon will bring me the fortune of not seeing his face at the party.”

“Don’t be rude,” your mother began but was cut off.

“You remembered his name?” Josephine asked with an amused grin, which made you tense up at the implication.

“That’s not- ouch,” you glared back at the needle that pricked you, the seamstress behind you letting out an insincere apology before going back to adding beads to the draped bodice.

“Let’s not focus on what might go wrong for now,” she looked at the solid golden fabric of your gown and addressed the two witches, “Add a faint jacquard weave to the dress, preferably something autumn-esque.”

They both nodded and carefully began casting their spells, causing faint imprints of branches and leaves to appear on the gown. The enchantment also caused the golden colour to swirl slowly, “Perfect! All we need to worry about now is Josephine’s gown.”

The girl let out a groan, falling backwards to lay on your mattress.

Lively music filled the house along with the laughter and chatter of the guests. The fall foliage had found its way into the house and the smell of spiced apples and wax permeated the room. You stood near the entrance with your parents to greet the crowd of purebloods, politicians and other famous wizards growing in your parlour room.

Nearly everyone had shown up to the party except for a handful of people and you were pleased to see that Remus had not made an appearance yet. Your mood further improved as you saw a familiar blonde woman walk through the doors, a toddler in her arms wearing a tiny deep green suit, matching with his mother's slip dress. You walked away from the group of wizards surrounding your parents and sister to greet her. Upon seeing you, she handed the boy to his father and gracefully went to hug you.

“Narcissa, it’s been too long,” you excitedly hug her back, kissing her cheeks, “You look absolutely stunning tonight. How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing much better since Lucius’s charges were dropped. I still can’t believe we were forced to sit through almost two years of court hearings.”

“That must’ve been awful,” you feigned sympathy, not really caring of Lucius’s hardships, instead turning your attention back to the three year old in his arms, “And how’s my little prince?”

Lucius allowed you to take Draco into your own arms as you cooed at the small boy, paying no mind to his father disappearing in the crowd to socialize. The small talk continued between you and Narcissa as you caught up on the years since the private funeral. And unfortunately, that meant the topic you had avoided for the last few years was finally brought up, “Have you seen Walburga since the funeral?”

Your smile tightened as you shifted Draco to rest on your hip as you held him, “I’ve visited her a few times but I think she’s lost herself to her grief… She’s accused me for Regulus’s death a few times, and it’s a little difficult to see how drastically her view of me changed, especially considering I’ve spent most of my childhood thinking she would be my mother in law…”

“I understand. I still visit her semi-regularly but even I can only handle her explosive behavior for so long,” Narcissa responded as she fixed Draco’s hair before caressing his chubby cheek, “But I can’t fault her too much. No matter how much she might claim to hate Reggie and Sirius for their lack of loyalty, she did lose both of them and her husband in less than a few years… I truly am sorry we couldn’t be cousins, I can only hope you find a partner of your standing soon.”

The comment was clearly a warning from the woman, encouraging you to find another pureblood to marry now that you were done grieving Regulus. However, you both knew there weren’t many unmarried pureblood your age in England and the day you began to date someone from a different blood status would be the day Narcissa would stop viewing you as family, a thought that was a little upsetting.

“Thank you,” you smiled before handing her the toddler back, “I need to go greet a few more guests but I hope that now that I’m in London, we might be able to see each other more. For old times sake.”

You both knew this was simply politeness. Once you got engaged again, your relationship would go from nearly being sisters to acquaintances at most. Despite that, you felt a sense of freedom having confronted a small part of your past. You also knew that despite her disapproval, she would understand where your decision came from and your reputation wouldn’t be too tarnished as long as you married a famous or powerful wizard. And with these thoughts, you found it surprisingly easy to join Josephine to prepare the material for the Equinox rituals, the grief still present but less piercing than it had been in years.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Coming Out 🏳️‍⚧️ ((Trans Edition))

Some wholesome/projection because wah-! Also reader is under the impression of muggleborn, so muggle ideals would be different from wizards of course

Can he read as Platonic or Romantic! Clause Platonic love is valid af! I see you Ace/Just wanting stuff to not always be sex, folks!

Warnings: Transphobia,bullying ((not from the Weasleys obviously)) anxiety, depression, don’t worry it’s fluff just ya know. It’s scary coming out!

Writing Coms Open

((BTW this was in my drafts, and since Trans Visibility Day was today, it gave me motivation to finish it so let’s go-!))

William ‘Bill’

“Like Tonks-!” You did feel pretty silly, once he said that. Made you wonder why you waited so long. Literally you were friends with a Shapeshifter, so why would you coming out be so different? Oh right, what muggles would do if they knew. “Kinda, minus the whole ya know….Changing on the whim. Wish I could do that-“ You muttered, as Bill would pat your back. The pair of you, ever cozy in the library. Special permission to access the resurrected section, since he was being interned at Gringotts for curse breaking. Meant you had some privacy for such a sensitive topic. “Hey, we can find a way to. Right? It’s magic. I bet you my lucky dagger that the twins probably have something in the works.“ He comforted, and it made you smile. That Bill. Always finding a way to brag about his younger siblings somehow. That was just the cutest thing to you. Just a big brother, finding a way to show off his family. Helped a lot. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you. I know muggles do stuff differently, and a lot isn’t really to positive-“ Bill was the eldest, so it made sense he would be more informed with muggle culture. If his band shirts were to say anything. “Like name changes and stuff. Got a new name you like?” There was something so weird about how casual he was. Just, casual. It was a field, but also felt off. Like something bad should have happened. Maybe it will. Until then, though, you were happy to tell him your new name. “Suits you-!” He smiled that awkward half smile, given the other half didn’t exist anymore. “I like it.” And he was soon ruffling your hair. Older brother habits. They don’t die easy, and you were greatful for it.

Charlie

“Like Tonks-!” Why did you get Déjà vu? You shook it off, before nodding. “Yes, minus the actually changing my gender and stuff.” You clarified, as he multi tasked with the latest baby dragon Hagrid had gotten. Charlie just couldn’t resist, and now you two were stuck in his hut. Hagrid off to find someone to take said dragon, while Charlie treated it like a puppy. Kissing its snout, and making it squeal in utter delight. Despite the slobber, and despite the heat. One of the reason you trusted him with such a secret. His heart was so big, and he held such passion. Not to mention, you hoped he could help you get out of your shell a bit. Such a loud, and proud, man. Also, well, imagine trying to bully someone who’s buddies with the dragon tamer. “Neat-! So do I flip flip between pronouns, like Tonky, or you got new ones-?” You swore he was paying more attention to the dragon, than you. Weirdly, you liked it. He didn’t treat it as life or death, which healed something in you. He didn’t care, but in that good way. That it didn’t change how he saw you. Or, maybe you just asked at the right time. You had to shake his shoulder, to remind him you were still there. You two shared a laugh, as he went on rambling about how beautiful the dragon was, as you were able to relax a little easier.

Percy

“Trans-? Like as in Transfiguration? Finally, actually focusing on your studies.” You were already regretting this. You figured Percy would be someone to confide in, since he was a prefect. You were being bullied by the muggleborns, but the thing is….Hes a pure blood. He didn’t really understand what being trans was. So, you tried to explain. “Percy, they were making fun of me because I was born different.” You tried to explain, as he was starting to pay a bit more attention now. “They saw me going to the bathroom, and immediately threw books at me. It’s not like I don’t mind Moaning Myrtle, but it’s hard to pee with company.” You sniffled, as it was settling in now. “I’m so sorry, I’ll handle this immediately. I….Let’s go take you to the medical wing, to make sure you are patched….Could you explain more to me about this trans thing? Why it makes you different?” It’s a start. He’s willing to learn, and that’s more than so many. That gave you comfort. He’s confused, but willing. With his arm around you, you did your best to wizard it to his language. To get it out of your system, and for once? Percy stayed quiet, and listened. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier.

Fred

“Swear you are like the fifth person to tell me that this month-!” He laughed, as you blinked. Despite the prancing dynamic of the twins, they had grown a bit over the years. Suppose the older brother energy they held just drew in comfort. It’s easy to confide in them. They may not act like it, but they can keep a secret. Guess the courtyard was just a hot spot for such. “Wait, why are you telling me this anyway? I knew the moment I met you-!” He snorted, with an elbow nudge to you. Honestly? You were certain he was joking, but you wondered if he did. “About bloody time you figured it out yerself! Not sure how that whole thing works, but I’m sure George and I can brew something up for ya. Need a beard? Or bigger hips? I’m sure we got something-“ That had you roll your eyes. “Sounds like an excuse to turn me into your personal lab rat-“ That had him blink. “The hell is a lab rat?” Right. Pure blood. “I’ll explain it to you later. Just, promise not to tell anyone? I’m….not ready yet.” Fred seemed like he was ready to argue, about needing to just be passionate about who and what you are, but he was hushed. As if he could already hear Molly yelling at him. That was trauma for another occasion. Instead, he made a zipping motion to his lips, and threw away the key. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he gave a thumbs up. Pretending he couldn’t speak at all, and it got you to giggle. Calmed your nerves down just fine.

George

“That’s uh….That thing-! Yeah-!” He bullshitted, but you understood why. He’s the more emotional side of the dynamic duo. So many kids come to them for advice, but more come to George. You would pay a guess that many who went to Fred were actually looking for George, but didn’t realize it was Fred at all. You only managed, because he was wearing his Quidditch Jersey. Least, you think it was his. Shit, was this Fred? Nope, Fred walked by. With Angelina. Phew. “George, do you need me to explain?” You asked, as he rubbed his neck nervously. Embarrassed he wasn’t instantly able to comfort, like it was his only job. “It’s a muggle thing, breathe.” And breathe he did, as he laid back down on the common room couch. With a quick run down, it clicked. He’s an inventor, they are good at thinking outside norms. “Oh! Oh man, that sounds stressful as hell. Hey, anyone starts shit-“ He gave a sharp click with his tongue, and made a shooting motion with his finger. “Consider them chucked into a vanishing closet.” And given he’s a Weasley, you didn’t underestimate him. So, instead, you hugged him. A big, warm, squeeze. Of course, it was returned. Oh those Weasleys.

Ron

“Would you be offended if I go ask Hermione what that means-?” Least he’s honest, and knew better to ask her than anyone else. Hard to ever get alone time with him, as he was glued to her and Harry. Surprised to catch him alone, for once, and took the chance while you could. Now to just look at your breakfast plate, nervous. “I’ll just explain it, the best I can.” You sighed, as you saw Ron wince a little. Feeling he did something wrong. “It’s a muggle thing-“ You quickly said, as he breathed a little easier. A few nervous gulps of juice, and many confused brows, it clicked. "Woah, that sounds terrible. I rememberer when Harry and i had to drink a polyjuice potion. we were still the same gender, and all, but my skin just felt so wrong. Everything was wrong. was just a suit, and i wanted to peel it off. Even if it hurt." You had to stare. That was just so accurate to how you felt. Your eyes watered. “Did I say something wrong, again-? I’m sorry about-“ But you hugged him, with your eyes in his shoulder. Don’t get Ron started on how many times he’s had to be the shoulder for Harry. So, like a time turners clockwork, he held you back. Comforting you. Someone got it.

Ginny

“Think I’m that to-“ Ginny said, as you two just laid in the grass. Just trying to relax, from a long school day. “Like, maybe it’s just because I was raised by a bunch of brothers. Just, being JUST a girl feels weird. Like I’m more than that, I’m not JUST that. Maybe I’m feeling something else entirely. Never been the same, after that book.” She admits, ready to stress her out all over again. Voldemort did a number on her. What a way to start Hogwarts. Damn. “Well, maybe don’t think about it too hard. It’s both super complicated, but not at the same time. It’s more a feeling than anything else. You can be born it, or maybe over time it changes. Maybe by tomorrow you feel something else. Then, the next day it changes.” You tried to explain, as you watched the clouds. “Yeah, like magic.” She agreed, as she looked to her broomstick next to her. Thinking back to her childhood. “Maybe I am a guy, but Mum being so excited to have a girl just….Made me feel like I HAD to be….” God was that relatable. “Trans buddies?” You asked, and offered a hand. In a playful solidarity. You figured that would comfort her, or maybe now he. “Yeah, Trans buddies.” Ginny smiled, as you shared hands. “Jean sounds nice.” Ginny said. “Jean does sound nice.” You agreed.

[asthronauta]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

★ FICS.

⭑ OLD PAIN, NEW HAPPINESS│Remus J. Lupin – Son! Male Reader.

⭑ WOUNDS THAT NEVER HEAL│Remus J. Lupin – Son! Male Reader.

⭑ NACIDO DE MUGGLES│Sirius O. Black × Male Reader.

⭑ MORTÍFAGO│Regulus A. Black × Male Reader. [Coming soon]

⭑ CAZA DE BRUJAS│Black Brothers – Male Reader.

⭑ BETWEEN FIELD AND SUN│James F. Potter × Male Reader. [Coming soon]

★ NSFW.

⭑ VRGN│Sirius O. Black × Male Reader [NSFW]. [Coming soon]

⭑ BEST FRIENDS FUCK EACH OTHER│Barty Crouch Jr × Male Reader [NSFW].

⭑ [...]

[archivesofthevoid]

how the hp boys would react to trans reader suggesting pegging ? xx

Trans FtM!Reader x HP boys + their reaction to pegging

Shaking over this request /pos because ABSOLUTELY

Also I only did the main ones!! If you'd like me to do a part 2 with Seamus, Dean, Oliver, and Cedric just lmk!!

NSFW warning!! Well slightly. Nothing too explicit but it's implied. Also for ALL intents and purposes, ALL HP CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ARE 18+! Though I would assume that's obvious by now. Just wanted to place a reminder.

Harry: We all know this man is so obviously bisexual. So really if you ask him, he might seem a bit shocked at first but ultimately he like "well,,,," and then he proceeds to think about it for like the next week. Dear Lord please save this man because his classes will be SUFFERING. No one knows what he's thinking about but his brain is obviously not in the room with him. Once he actually TRIES it though? He's into it. Maybe more than he realized-

When you ask: You're both sitting in the Gryffindor common room, probably just doing some assignments to catch up in the week when you just casually pop out the question. This causes him to mess up what he was writing and also spill his bottle of ink on his paper as he looks up at you in shock. "Uh- I'm sorry what did you say?" Oh he heard you. He just didn't think you'd ask such a thing. Que him flushing and trying to come up with the words as you just grin at him fumbling.

Ron: Viktor Krum gave him some kind of awakening, let's be real. SO with that being said, he's definitely thought about it once or twice. Once you suggest it? He's protesting left and right as if he doesn't want to do it but once again, he finds himself thinking about it a bit too much. If he tries it, he'll like it but it's not his favorite in the world per say. He'd rather give than receive yk

When you ask: You're eating breakfast of course. What a classic thing right? Let's say you have a dream about it and just,,, decide to quietly bring it up to Ron who's shoving eggs into his mouth and once you ask there's suddenly VERY loud coughing in the Great Hall. Even Harry and Hermione next to you guys are just like "Bloody hell Ron what is the matter with you??" And the KNOWING SMILE YOU HAVE ON YOUR FACE??? IT'S NOT HELPING HIS CASE HERE-

Fred: oh he's so down. Do you even have to ask? He's definitely thought about it a LOT. Come on this is Fred we're talking about here. Plus I mean he's most likely dated a few guys himself so it wouldn't exactly be foreign to him. So he's naturally nonchalant about it and agrees with it. Though after you ask him he thinks about it to the point he's just like "so are we going to or…" because come on you can't just ask him that and not expect to give him something out of it!! Don't leave our boy hanging here :((

When you ask: He's working on his latest prank in his dorm room while you and him are just chilling together. You're actually behind him, running your hands through his hair and massaging his back but your thoughts were wandering while you were behind him. So you ask if he'd be into pegging. Glancing behind you he watches your face before just going "yeah of course I've thought about it. Why? You offering, love?" And just laughs when you playfully shove him

George: This man goes awfully silent when you ask. But yes he would probably do it in a heartbeat. Whether it's because he wants to please you or because he's curious? That's up for debate. To be fair though he's probably has kissed Lee like once or twice out of curiosity, or at least dated a guy but never really like went anywhere with it. Just be gentle with this man please or else he might explode lmao

When you ask: You're at the library with George, honestly just goofing off and you're supposed to be studying but since when did you guys ever actually do that? So instead you guys decide to just chat around. Though you however get the idea to ask George this whenever you guys start talking about your dating lives and how George says he's been with a guy but not BEEN with a guy. He goes oddly silent. BUT it's kinda clear by the way his face heats up that he's into the idea. You just of course smile sweetly and reassure him that it's okay and you'd be more than happy to help him in to which he gets even FURTHER FLUSTERED but y'know it's a win win

Draco: never in his life has ever even thought about it. Probably doesn't ever consider it. You'd honestly have to beg him for it?? But after enough persuasion and such, he'd give in. He just doesn't want to bottom like that y'know? After living in a toxic masculinity household for his whole life he finds it weird to bottom. HOWEVER if he does, it's a sight to see fr. He's just gotta ease into it but luckily he trusts his lovely boyfriend aka you <33

When you ask: You're sitting on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room and it's oddly quiet because it's the weekend so there's not really anyone there (thankfully bc Draco would kill you if anyone heard you ask him this) when you're looking out the window to the Black Lake and just straight up ask. He full on STOPS reading his book and snaps his head up to you like "w h a t" before you repeat your question but louder. "No no I heard you but why the hell-" and insert you guys kind of arguing over it? But not really. It's just him being in denial and you begging him playfully.

Neville: sighhhh. You're going to have to revive him first because good job man you killed him. Gave him a heart attack right then and there. But to say the least he probably would hesitate to agree as well just because he'd be so self conscious and shy?? But after TONS of reassurance and kisses then yeah he'd agree. Just promise you will keep it between you guys because he does NOT want his friends finding out. He knows the others would tease him for it and he'd actually want to crawl away for a thousand years.

When you ask: You asked when you guys were in your dorm!! You were just cuddling after classes right before dinner, enjoying the time with each other before you had to go be with everyone else (ew gross /j) and you popped the question. When I told you this man almost let out a scream just at your question alone because IT WAS SO SUDDEN?? He then proceeded to hide away in your chest as his whole face and ears turned bright red. He looked like he had the worst sunburn oh my god. You meanwhile were just CACKLING as he was trying to stumble over his words! What even could he say though? Yes?? Maybe?? He didn't even KNOW- eventually he just gave up and waited until he calmed down to try to speak. Though you reassured him over and over the whole time <33 good luck explaining why he's going to be a nervous wreck at dinner though :))

[leds-fic-writings]

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[shiftingwithmars]

About Me

Names:Mars, Jaden

Age:Secret

Gender: Genderfluid(Maybe trans)

Sexuality: Aroace, unlabeled(in terms of romance), questioning?

Pronouns:He/Him. She/Her and They/Them is for mutuals ONLY

Rules: Bigots, Proshippers, Anti-shifters and anyone who limits beliefs DNI

(Non-shifters who are supportive and kind about it are always welcome😌)

About donation links: I am unable to donate due to me not having the money to do so, but I will answer and post about vetted campaigns for others to see. I sadly will not answer unless proof of legitimacy due to scammers. My heart is with Palestine and I hope you all are okay. Donation asks of all kinds are welcome

Lore: Hopeless Romantic| Mentally married to Mattheo Riddle| I hate math| ADHD, anxiety and depression| pjo fanon lowkey getting on my nerves recently| Barty Crouch Jr, Mattheo Riddle, and Illyana Rasputin stan |Anti-bigotry| Activist

Rules for fic requests: No nsfw or really anything immoral. Most of what I do is Fluff and Angst.

Common tags: #Marsrants #Marspolls #Marsgifs #Marsconfesses #Marsistired #Shiftingwithmars

Currently in a shifting slump.

Notable blogs to check out:

@slytherinslut0 @helpimhopelesslyinlove @finalgirllx @theeslutintheroom @maddies-chronicles @bookwormfangirlwitch @florashifting @zipperrants @urimaginarygirlfriend @theshifterbride @thesunnishone @themanirealityshifter @doremimosasol @writingsbychlo @slytherinstarzz @slytherinboysappreciation @zipper-is-ranting @morningstar-chronicles

@annaisabookworm @florashifting @urimaginarygirlfriend @faeriemarie @doremimosasol @theshifterbear @writingsbychlo @zipperrants @thesunnishboy @xstrawberryshiftsx @xnyla777x

Ignore how unorganized my masterlist is, I’m still working on getting it reorganized.

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Masterlist (WIP)

Fanfics

Mattheo Riddle(My husband)

Favorite Fangirl-Mattheo Riddle(Band Au)

Mi Vida-Mattheo Riddle

Scars-Mattheo Riddle

Nightmares-Mattheo Riddle

Disaster-Mattheo Riddle

Dial Tone-Mattheo Riddle

Pay Attention To Me-Mattheo Riddle

You want what?-Mattheo Riddle

Eighth Horcruxe-Mattheo Riddle

Five More Minutes-Mattheo Riddle

Simple Misunderstanding-Mattheo Riddle

My Hero-Mattheo Riddle

Candy Cane Kisses-Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Only you-Theodore Nott

Ebony-Theodore Nott

Your Hoodie-Theodore Nott

Tie The Nott-Theodore Nott

Those Eyes-Theodore Nott

Does This Mean You’re Mine?-Theodore Nott

Barty Crouch Jr

Taking A Break-Barty Crouch Jr

Kurt Wagner

Nightmares-Kurt Wagner

Hobie Brown

I Love You, I’m Sorry-Hobie Brown

Marauders Era

Family Line-Black Brothers

Twins Of Flames-Rosier Twins

Jily Cuteness

Laundry-Jily

Auto-Love—Dorlene

Headcanons

Mattheo’s Backstory(Not Mine)

Mattheo during your period

Theodore Nott Headcanons

✨|~Clingy~|✨Mattheo Riddle

After Class with Mattheo Riddle

Barty Crouch Jr Headcanons!

Tired!Mattheo Riddle

Soft!Barty Crouch Headcanons

Mattheo Riddle with an ADHD reader

Shifting

Incorrect Quotes-Teen Wolf Dr

incorrect quotes-Teen Wolf Dr Pt. 2

Semi-Book!Accurate PJO fancasts

OUAT Fairytales for DR

Who I plan on telling that I shifted

Me and Scott-Teen Wolf DR

Turtle

Marvel Dr incorrect quotes

Marauders DR Incorrect quotes

Avatar DR Edit

Me And my S/O in my Ideal CR

Teen Wolf DR intro

Ships in my Marauders DR

My H20 dr as incorrect quotes

My Fame DR

Fame DR as incorrect quotes

Young Fame dr incorrect quotes

X-Men DR intro

HP dr pictures

Mattheo’s camera roll

Couples in my HP dr

Streamer DR Scenario

Harry Potter DR

Young Fame DR Films

Harry Potter DR friends

Halloween in my Harry Potter DR

My Hero-Marvel DR fanfic

Cute things about my Miraculous DR

Star Wars DR

YouTuber DR

Marvel DR

Marvel DR Edit

Things I’m known for in my Fame DR

Me in my drs as lps pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

DR Introductions

Teen Wolf DR

Marvel DR

DR auditions (for people to join my drs)

Band DR

Daily Diary (WIP)

Daily Diary #1

Daily Diary #2

Daily Diary #3

Daily Diary #4

Daily Diary #5

Me and My Friends<3

Us as incorrect quotes

Us as incorrect quotes pt 2

Ree Core Fifi Core Mars Core The Girls

Me and Mattheo

Our nicknames for each other

Mars and Mattheo

Feral and Unhinged

Twitter ≈ Tumblr

Crush vs fictional character

Starting shit with Zipper

Duolingo Song

Me and Zipper Core

[v3n33rs]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Hi I'm a Transgender (FTM) fanfiction writer and I'm here to make people happy

Anyways lets get to the good stuff

And for !'s: F! = Fem M! = Male NB! = Non-Binary T! = Transgender(FTM only) P! = Platonic

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

Smut(I'm bad but hey, it's something)

Headcannons

Ask for specific kinks(I'll tell you if I'll write them or no)

AU's(Ex: Animal world, Mythical creatures, ETC)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

Incest\Tcest(Requeat this and I'm blocking you)

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

F! Reader or NB! Reader(Sorry NB's)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

If you're Trans\Homophobic, Racist or a Pedophile Leave, Now.

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

EW

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

HP

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

DS

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell