#hufflepuff and slytherin relationship

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

b r o t h e r  |  f u c k e r

b r o t h e r | f u c k e r

Y/n and Regulus have been hiding their relationship for a few reasons, but Y/n is starting to get frustrated having to hide it from one of her best friends, and her boyfriend’s brother. They finally decide to tell him, and things don’t go exactly as planned. 

Warnings and such: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Illusions to sex (nothing explicit), some steamy stuff, tons of fluff, a good bit of angst, defiantly brotherly angst and teasing, swearing, not proof read...I think its funny! 

Word Count: 3427

(I’m not going to always add this, but this one is rather long)

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“I think he knows...”

My head was resting on Regulus’ bare chest, fingers tracing the freckles on his sweat dampened skin. I could feel my own skin get warmer as I spoke. He was rubbing painstakingly gently at bruise he left on my hip. I know he felt bad about it, and he would continue to feel bad about it as it healed, but it didn’t hurt. 

“You could just tell him, stop lying about it...”

Regulus laughed. “I’m not lying about anything, but why do I have to tell him?!” 

I untangled myself from the sheets and his limbs. A dull ache in my hips sent another wave of heat though my body. I straddled his lap, reaching down to grab his t shirt from off the floor and slipping it over my head. He exaggerated a frown as I sat up, hands falling onto my thighs, thumbs rubbing circles across the love bites. His frown quickly vanished; a proud, cocky smile taking it’s place.

“He is your brother after all.”

“You were friends with him before you met me.”

I rocked my hips gently as I leaned over, thumb tracing his jaw line before pushing his chin away. His head fell to the side, exposing his neck with no hesitation. What a push over!

“This is true” I sighed, licking from his collar bone up to his jaw. Regulus shuttered, his grip on my thighs tightened immensely. I smiled into his skin, giving a gentle kiss to his pulse point “Would you rather I tell him,” I kissed his neck again, “every,” a little lower, “little,” a little lower, “detail?” I smiled to myself before biting down on his collar bone, my tongue immediately soothing the skin.

Regulus sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, holding it for a moment before I began kissing my way up his neck again. His chest shook slightly as he exhaled, the air getting caught in his lungs as he tried to 'play it cool.' I kissed his pulse point again, one hand coming up to tug at a few curls behind his neck before holding his jaw in place.

“Well?”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer before going to work, determined to leave a hickey on one of the most sensitive parts of his skin. He wasn’t a fan of the aftermath, but this man was a puddle beneath me, willing to do anything I asked of him as long as I didn’t stop my attack on his neck. His hips bucked as he groaned loudly. 

“Fuck-” he managed, hands pushing and pulling at my hips, willing himself to not leave another bruise on me, but loosing terribly. 

When I was satisfied, I littered gentle kisses across the rest of his face, intentionally avoiding his lips, though I couldn’t help but kiss the corners of his mouth. 

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He muttered, eyes closed, but the smile on his face told me that if this was how he was going to die, he wasn’t going to complain. 

“I’m sorry, love.” I whispered against his lips, careful to pull away before he could reach me. I got off of him quickly, grabbing a pair of underwear out of my dresser and shutting myself in the bathroom. 

I could hear Regulus throwing himself against the bed. I laughed. *(Think Elio in CMBYN when he gets caught...)*

I emerged a few moments later and watched Regulus from the bathroom door. He was flat out on his back, long, dark curls falling gently on the pillow behind him, his chest rising and falling steadily. The fingers on one hand pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand lay just below the waistband of his boxers. I couldn’t tell what was sweat and what was saliva, but his skin glistened in the sun- he looked like a sex-ravished God. This is how I would forever picture Regulus Arcturus Black. 

“Reggie?” I sauntered over to him, unsure if he was still awake.

“Don’t touch me,” he peeked at me with one eye and smirked.

He rolled over, reaching for a glass of water on the table. I could see the red lines down his back, the small crescent shaped spots just above his hips - the marks made from my fingers. 

“Shit!” I whispered, finger tips gently tracing the marks. “Baby, I’m sorry!” 

“Don’t be,” he rolled back over, glass in hand and sat up. “I like these ones. You on the other hand,”

He pulled his my t shirt so I was standing closer, raised the hem of it and rubbed his thumb across the same bruise. I looked down at it too. I admit- it looked really bad. It was already many shades of purple, the darkest of them in the center.

“I promise Reg, it really doesn’t hurt!” He eyes searched my face, trying to find a trace of uncertainty- or anything that told him I was lying. He sighed, looking at the mark again. “Here,” I grabbed his wand off the floor (Why was it on the floor? And when did that happen?!) pointed it at my hip, and watched him as he watched it disappear entirely. 

“That’s not the same,” he pouted, “but thank you.” 

I bent down to kiss him, but just before I reached his lips, his hand found my face, stopping me in my tracks. 

“I have a question,” 

“Hmm?”

“What do you mean by ‘every little detail’?”

His lips barely touched mine as he spoke, but I could feel the smirk on his mouth. Before I could respond, I was falling to the bed, Regulus laying between my legs, his weight a comfort on my still sore body. He held himself up on one arm, the other tracing over my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I didn’t answer him, I don’t think he actually intended for me to have an answer- he just wanted to prove I didn’t have full control over him. 

I reached up, carding my fingers through his hair, and enjoying the comfortable silence. 

“Do you really think he knows?” Regulus finally spoke, his head resting in his hand.

I shrugged

“Sort of...I think he knows I’m lying when I tell him I can’t be somewhere with them, but he doesn’t bring it up. And he isn’t actually mad he just...”

“Does that Sirius thing?” He smiled

“Yeah, exactly!” 

Regulus scooched up higher, resting his forehead against mine and took a deep breath. 

“We should tell him...I’ve never hid anything from him before in my life, and I don’t want to start now. Not with you. I don’t want to feel like I have to hide you.” 

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, my legs wrapping around his hips. Regulus laughed into my chest, falling on his side so we were, again, face to face. He held my gaze, fingers tucking loose stands of hair behind my ears. I returned the favor. 

“How?” He spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Quietly,” I smiled. “I could have him come here...”

“When?”

“Whenever you want?”

“Can we do it now? Before I change my mind?”

My eyes widened- I would have thought he would try to push this off as long as possible. Regulus Black was a very rational person; everything he did was well thought out and planned in advance. Nothing was spur of the moment, and I had never known him to do anything that required the spontaneous attention of his brother- or any attention from his brother for that matter, though I know he missed having it. 

“Y-yeah. I can ask him to meet me- us here.” I tried to sound confident, but suddenly I was nervous too. Regulus nodded, rolling over on his back. 

I got out of bed, scribbled down a quick message to Sirius, and sent the paper bird on it’s way. Instantly, I regretted it. Not for any reason other than the state of my room.

“Reggie?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think he’s going to know we were having sex?”

He looked around- school robes and random articles of clothing littered the room. The bed sheets were in a pile, blankets on the floor, and the atmosphere reeked of lust and desperation (though I didn’t mind so much.) The boy dissolved into a fit of nervous laughter, scrambling to his feet.

“Go shower, I will clean this up!” Regulus spun around in a circle a few times, evidently suddenly overwhelmed. “Reg! Go!” He looked at me, hands on either side of my face and kissed me deeply. My hands held his wrist, and in that moment, I couldn’t care if Sirius showed up- well....

The shower turned on and I immediately set to work trying to straighten out my room. Regulus and I were usually never this carefree and messy, but last night we saw no reason to bother. After finding my wand under a blanket on the floor, I remember I could use magic! The shower turned off just as I was finishing up-

*knock* *knock*

No turning back now

I opened the door and smiled at Sirius. I stepped aside, trying to collect my thoughts as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. Before I could say anything he looked at the bathroom, light on, steam pushing its way out from under the door, then back at me, quizzically. He looked me over from my head to my feet, clearly noticing that I had not in fact been in the shower, but someone had- or still was. His face lit up and he pointed excitedly.

“Is this what you’ve been doing- is this who you’ve been doing?!” He whispered.

“Sirius!” I tried not to laugh. Before I could say anything else, the bathroom door opened. 

Regulus emerged, hair dripping and shirtless. He turned to the dresser just outside the bathroom, having not noticed Sirius or I standing on the other side of the room. We, however, could still see the marks on his back. Shit.

“As-tu vu mon pull, mon amour?”

“No!” Sirius screeched, which caused Regulus to jump.

“Shit, shit, shit!” 

Sirius made for the door, but I waved my wand, slamming it in his face and making sure it stayed locked. 

“You’re joking! Please tell me you’re joking?!”

“Sirius-”

“Oh no, Reggie! Don’t you start with me!” 

“Sirius!”

“And you!” I stood tall, holding my ground, despite the fact he was quite a bit taller than me. Sirius backed away slightly. “I’ll come back to that.”

He turned back to Regulus and looked at him for a while before;

“Qui pensez-vous être?! (Who do you think you are?!) Elle est ma meilleure amie! (She’s my best friend!) Je n’y crois pas! (I don’t believe this!) ENFOIRE! (Motherfucker/bastard) Je veux dire c’est génial, mon meilleur ami et mon frère…(I mean it’s awesome, my best friend and my brother) MAIS ALLEZ! (BUT COME ON!) Mon meilleur ami et mon frère! (my best friend and my brother!) Si tu lui brises le cœur, je devrai te tuer! (If you break her heart, I’ll have to kill you!) Oh, mais et si elle rompait avec toi? (Oh, but what if she broke up with you?) Je ne peux pas la tuer, c’est ma meilleure amie…(I can’t kill her, she’s my best friend…) Mais c’est “bros” avant- (But it’s “bros” before-)

“Sirius!” Regulus finally stopped him, somewhere between laughing and ready to strangle his brother. Meanwhile, I had resorted to sitting on the bed, Sirius’ pacing had made me dizzy, and my French wasn’t good enough to keep up. 

Sirius looked up, annoyed that his ramblings had been interrupted. 

“Quoi?! Je n’allais pas le dire! (What?! I wasn’t going to say it!)”

“English! Please!” Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked at me, then back at Regulus who had just found a shirt to wear. 

“Did you do that to him?” He asked, pointing to Regulus’ back. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassment washing over me. That was an intimate detail I would have preferred to stay hidden.

“Padfoot-”

“Because if you did, please teach Remus!” I was at an absolute loss for words. Sirius’ expression was stone cold, unyielding and sharp, but I genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not?!\

“Wait- what?” Regulus asked, scratching his head

“I’m gay, idiot! Keep up!”

“WHAT?!”

“This is about you, not me. Focus Reggie for fucks sake!” 

Regulus sat down and looked at the ground like he was trying to take in an entire year’s lecture 5 minutes before final exams. 

“Okay, no- separate, please.” Sirius motioned for us to sit farther apart on the bed. Regulus didn’t look up, but I rolled my eyes, not amused. 

“Are you mad?” I asked him after a few minutes of silence.

“I don’t know yet,” he said, as he began to pace again. “Am I the last one to know?”

“First,” Regulus chimed in, still not looking up.

“I’m the first?!” He pretended to get choked up “I’m so honored you guys I-”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“And please don’t say anything! We want to tell people, just,” I held Regulus’ hand “Not yet.” He looked up at me and smiled, squeezing my hand a little tighter.

“Okay, that’s kind of cute.”

It was an overwhelming feeling, having both brothers here at the same time. I don’t think they had spoken to each other in about a year, and while they both wanted to mend their relationship, neither knew where to start. I couldn’t imagine, let alone have planned that I would be, quite literally, the center of all of this! I didn’t know if this would ultimately hurt their relationship even further, strain my relationship with one or both of them or worse- both. 

“How long has this been going on, because y/n, you’re a shitty liar, but you’ve been sticking to the same bullshit for a while now!”

“Sirius,” Regulus sighed, running a hand through his still damp hair. “Y/n and I have been friends since day one-”

“Really?”

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry-”

“But we didn’t start…”

“Bumping uglies?”

“For fucks sake, Sirius!”

Note to self: kill Remus for teaching Sirius muggle slang. And apparently; only the bad ones.

“Sorry! Sorry. I meant ‘passionately making…’no, I can’t say that, somehow it’s worse.”

Regulus groaned and threw a pillow at him, somehow managing to hit him in the head. 

“We’ve been…together for a few months now…it started before then, but officially…”

“Wait, so this is like, official, official?!”

“Why would we tell you if it wasn’t?!”

We talked for a while longer, answered the genuine questions Sirius had, and made him promise not to say anything to anyone. We knew he would tell Remus, but Remus was great at keeping secrets. Eventually, Sirius decided he wanted to leave, and Regulus had promised Evan, Barty and Pandora that he would study with them. I knew he would be back later tonight, but it still felt weird letting him leave, like things wouldn’t be the same now that someone knew. 

“If you get bored, come study with us, yeah?” I nodded shyly. “Oh come on now, you were quite bold this morning! Don’t tell me that's going to change!” He kissed my cheek, keeping his lips close to my ear “Because I fucking loved it!” He kissed me again and set off on his way. 

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A few hours passed and dinner was drawing near. I was famished from the days activities, and decided to force someone to go eat with me, seeing as Regulus wouldn’t be back until later, not that he and I ever went together, and I wouldn’t know what to say to Sirius if I was alone with him.

Much to my relief, Lily and James were sitting in the Gryffindor common room.

“Hey, Y/N!” James smiled, peeling his attention away from Lily for a brief moment. 

“Hey guys! Seen Remus anywhere?”

They both looked at each other but shook their heads

“Library?” Lily suggested. I said goodbye and made my way across the castle. 

There were only a few students when I arrived, thankfully, but Regulus, Evan, Bary, Remus and Sirius were all sitting in the back corner, though at separate tables. Regulus looked up when I walked in, mouthed a small ‘hi’ and smiled. I could see Sirius glaring out of the corner of my eye. I made my way to the Gryffindors.

Remus smiled as I sat down.

“He told you, didn’t he.” 

“Yep!”

I kicked Sirius under the table.

“Hey! He doesn’t count!”

“Oi!” Remus kicked him under the table. 

“Okay, fuck you guys!” 

A few moments passed and I could hear the boys at the table behind us begin to pack up.

“Remus, wanna grab dinner?”

“Definitely!”

“Hey!” Sirius whispered, “You can’t have my brother AND my boyfriend.”

“Yes she can!” Remus smiled. Sirius glared. 

We all walked out of the library and Sirius held the door, stepping though it behind me so his brother had to hold the door for himself. 

“You know, y/n, I’ve been thinking,”

“I had no part in whatever he’s about to say, I swear!” Remus threw his hands up in self defense.

“Shut up. Anyway, We’ve all got nicknames, and even though you belong to a lesser house-”

“I have full access to the kitchens-”

“As I was saying, even though you belong to the second greatest house, you’re our best friend!”

Meilleur ami.

“Thank you?”

“I’ve been thinking really hard about this one, so tell me what you think,” Sirius slowed down so we were within earshot of the boys behind us. He cleared his throat, evidently about to make a grand gesture. “Brother-fucker.” He said proudly, bowing elaborately as he continued to walk. 

The boys behind us stopped (one of them anyway), Remus nearly choked on the chocolate frog he was shoving in his mouth, and I was trying to decide whether or not to laugh or punch him in the mouth. Sirius was doubled over laughing, and after a moment, I realized he meant nothing cruel by the name. 

I sighed, and laughed a little, trying to steal a glance at Regulus, but didn’t dare to turn around entirely. We continued walking, and it seemed as though Evan and Barty were none the wise to what had just been said. I threw an arm around Remus’ shoulder and glared at Sirius.

“Hey, Moony?”

“No!” Sirius tried to protest, horrified.

“Sirius has a secret kink I think you should know about!”

“No!” Sirius continued to protest, trying to get in between Remus and I. It was clear Remus knew what I was doing and, thankfully, he was on board with it. 

“Oh is that right? Do tell! And please don’t spare any details!”

I heard Regulus snort behind me. An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over me. I knew it would still take time for Sirius to come to terms with me and his brother, and eventually we would have to tell the others, but that was a worry for another day. Sirius had taken it surprisingly well, and he was the biggest worry. 

As we entered the great all, the Slytherin boys veered off to the left, and I was finally able to steal a glance at Reggie, who looked incredibly happy as he winked at me, exaggerating a stretch which showed off a small, red and purple bruise on the side of neck. My entire body felt flooded for the 100th time today- I had completely forgotten to hide that! He smiled at me again, pulled a curl down to hide the mark and walked with his head high, proud and poised.

I could see past it though, the image of him this morning looking like a sex-ravished God still burned in my mind-

“Hello?! Earth to brother-fucker? You’re drooling!”

I dragged my attention away from Regulus and back to his brother, who followed my line of sight and pretended to gag.

“Disgusting.”

“Moony!”

“No!”

[syaolaurant]

Just found out my Huffie roommate is also in love with a Slytherin boy. Imagine our conversation will be like.

MC: Hey...I notice that photo on your cabinet. How does it feel like to be in love with ..em..you know..a Slytherin?

Roommate: YOU TOO??????

[limonnitsa]

The Disturbance fight scene brainrot

My roman empire currently is that Sebastian would rather prefer to be crushed by ancient magic than give up on getting the relic back from Ida

In my vision he'd try to make it clear for Ida how much he wasn't going to back down from his goal (breaking out from Imperio curse is a proof itself), that it's better to finish him off right in the room of requirement, if she really was going to stop him

Of course, she wouldn't do that, and he knows it, unfortunately for himself, be it out of pity or something worse like mutual feelings he never asked for 💔

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 12: Forget-Me-Not

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars (rewritten!)

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Though Kate and Sebastian went their separate ways, they can’t stop thinking about each other. Kate has been feeling especially lonely and started having some odd dreams. Sebastian, on the other hand, has had a tough couple of weeks. Everything seems to remind him of Kate and the fact that his traumatic past and use of Dark magic is what keeps him from her. Recognizing that he needs help, he attempts to see a Mind Healer at St. Mungo’s but panics at the last minute. After overhearing a drunken man’s story of lost love and regret, Sebastian decides to take a chance by writing to Kate; he isn’t willing to go down without a fight. He begs for another chance and invites her to meet him at the Three Broomsticks for dinner.

Tags: Emotional Turmoil, Longing, Uncertainty, The Head vs. the Heart, Decisions, Love and Romance, Falling in Love Quickly, Friendly Advice, Floriography

Content Warnings: Emotional Turmoil, Fast Relationship, The Head vs. the Heart

Chapter Music: “I Love You, I’m Sorry” - Gracie Abrams, “Cannonball” - Damien Rice

Word Count: ~2,300

Link to Wattpad Link to AO3

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Chapter 12: Forget-Me-Not

It’s an unseasonably warm Sunday morning in Hogsmeade. Kate sits outside of Steepley and Sons tea shop with her best friend in the entire world, Pearl Abbott. 

Aptly named, Pearl’s gray eyes sparkle in the light. Her striking white-blonde hair is pulled into a bun. She holds a pretty parasol to protect her delicate alabaster skin from the sunlight. Pearl wears a blouse with long sleeves and a long skirt in a light gray adorned with white flowers. 

Kate wears a rather plain short-sleeved dress made from linen that matches her blue eyes. Her hair is styled half-up, half down, tied with a long ribbon. It isn’t intended to impress anyone, and the beauty of their friendship is that no pretense is necessary. Before arriving at the tea shop, Kate had run errands for the coming week and picked up a bouquet of fresh, colorful tulips - some of the last of the season - for her friend.

Kate had begged Pearl to visit, desperate for advice in regards to what she should do about Sebastian. Kate relayed to her the entire story of how they met and got to know each other. Kate even admitted that she and Sebastian had slept together. Pearl didn’t interrupt much, simply listening intently and nodding in understanding to all of the details without judgment. However, she did make a comment that Kate had not been very stealthy on her birthday. Pearl and Felix, her boyfriend - actually, her fiancé as of two weeks ago - had been the last ones in the Leaky Cauldron on her birthday; they had noticed Kate speaking with a handsome man, and then, uncoincidentally, they observed him leaving just a few moments after she did. 

Pearl just knew these things - Kate couldn’t hide much from her dear friend.

“...and now he has started to send flowers to me daily,” Kate explains, setting down the teacup. “I think he’s sending messages through them.”

“Like… floriography?” Pearl asks, leaning forward with an amused smile. 

“Exactly that. Sebastian told me that he once read a book all about the meanings of flowers.”

“So, what are these messages he is sending?”

A goofy grin tugs at Kate’s lips. “First, he sent purple hyacinths. Then, a bouquet of Sweet Williams…” 

Pearl glances upwards, as if thinking hard. “You know, I’d need a book to look up their meanings. You’ll have to explain it.”

Kate chuckles quietly, then grows more serious. “Purple Hyacinths symbolize forgiveness, and Sweet William can represent a broken heart or the pain of rejection. If I’m interpreting it all correctly, I think Sebastian wanted me to know how sorry he is and how sad he feels that I won’t accept him as a lover.”

Pearl’s eyes widen. “Wow. I’m surprised a man would know that much about flower symbolism to actually be able to send messages like that. But, then again… he’s potentially your match, and you know everything about plants and flowers, Kate… It makes sense. Did he send more?”

Kate blushes. “Maybe…”

“Oh, come on. Tell me!”

She sips her tea, then tucks a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I feel a little bashful, but alright. Afterwards, he sent me Forget-Me-Nots, which is pretty self-explanatory. A bouquet of Dianthus came next - that symbolizes gratitude. It’s as if… he wanted to say that he either hopes I won’t forget him or that he is still thinking of me, and he feels thankful we met. Then, there were Daffodils - those symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. So… he wants to start over again,” Kate stares off into the distance as she speaks. She flushes more deeply. “The next two were pretty intense - Larkspur and Coreopsis. Larkspur is code for first love; Coreopsis symbolizes love at first sight. He is being quite forward…”

“Wow,” Pearl responds, lifting her eyebrows. 

“And this morning, I received honeysuckle. That means longing for lost love and continued devotion.” Kate pauses. “You know me. I overthink things… but I put it all together because I just had to. So far, Sebastian is basically telling me, through flowers, that he is sad and sorry and longing for my love. He is saying that he fell in love with me at first sight and that I am the first person he has ever loved. He’s grateful to me, still devoted to me, and will never forget me. He very seriously wants another chance.”

“Love…” Pearl muses. “Do you think he really means he’s in love with you?”

Kate is quiet for a long time. “I’m not sure I… I don’t know. We knew each other for all of one night… It wouldn’t make sense.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

She appears distressed. “I don’t know, Pearl. I really don’t know. I… I don’t know what to do…”

“Kate. Stop waffling. What do you want? Right here and now?” she demands in a firm tone.

She exhales, and as she looks at the ground, she finally whispers, “I think I want to be with him.” Her eyes suddenly grow wet. “But I’m so afraid, Pearl. I don’t want to be hurt again. I need to be smart. I always make mistakes with love…”

Pearl takes her hand, cornering her with her gaze. “You love him, don’t you?” she asks knowingly in a hushed voice.

A tear falls from Kate’s eye. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly…”

“Kate… are you sure? I’ve never seen you so conflicted before…”

Several moments pass before she meets Pearl’s gaze. “No…” she whispers. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I can’t stop thinking about him. But… Pearl, don’t you think he’s dangerous? Should I really be in a relationship with someone like that?”

Pearl, contemplative, takes a dainty bite of her cucumber sandwich and then pours herself some more tea. “Azkaban is serious. But… all of this happened in the past, yes? Nearly a decade ago?” To this, Kate nods, so she continues. “I know you mentioned that he takes an interest in Dark magic and uses it. Do you know why?”

Kate shakes her head. “He didn’t explain.” 

Pearl exhales and shrugs. “You have time to figure it out - as much time as you want. It’s your life. Live it. Stop wondering about what I think - and what others might think. You’re the one who has to decide.”

Kate barks out a laugh. “Pearl. Imagine my parents. My mum. How could I ever tell them? I couldn’t do this to them…”

“When has anything they thought stopped you before?” Pearl retorts. “They didn’t want you to move out, but you did. They didn’t want you to live so far away, but you do.”

“I guess…” Kate hesitates. “Pearl, please just tell me what you think. I need help.”

“Look, if you want my advice, this is what I say. Don’t dive into a relationship right away. Make him work for it. See if he sticks around. See if he changes, and make sure he is honest with you about who he is and what he does. And don’t sleep with him until you’re certain you want to be with him,” Pearl tells her. “Don’t let him charm you into it.”

Kate nods, considering this. “Pearl, you’re probably right…”

Pearl chuffs. “Posh… I know I’m right!” She holds out her hand to point out her shiny new engagement ring. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing!”

They both crack up, and Kate feels a weight lifted from her conscience.

That evening, Kate pens a letter in response.

Dear Sebastian,

Thank you for your letter and all of the flowers. My cottage has turned into a greenhouse.

We can meet on Thursday at 6 pm at the Three Broomsticks.

Just don’t expect me to take any shots of gin or firewhisky.

Kate

She seals it with a stamp of her initials in green wax, then opens the kitchen window just above the water basin and whistles to her owl. 

“Hi, Hootie,” she murmurs as her snowy owl lands on the windowsill. His eyes dart around. “Here, I’ve got a snack just for you.”

From below the sink, she draws out and opens a glass jar filled with mealworms, opening it and holding it out to the owl. Hootie dips his beak into the jar, fishing out a mealworm and gobbling it quickly. He hoots as Kate puts away the jar. 

“I have an important job for you,” she tells the owl messenger. “I need you to make a delivery to a man named Sebastian Sallow.” 

From a tiny glass, she plucks a single green tulip that has yet to fully bloom. She hopes her message in floriography will be clear - thankfulness and a hopeful new beginning. She places the stem and the letter in Hootie’s beak. He flies away, and Kate stares up at the night sky, gazing at the gorgeous, luminous moon.

The week passes by slowly. Anxiety and indecisiveness rule her daytime thoughts like a tyrant, but dreams of affection and desire stage a nightly coup. Most nights, she touches herself, imagining Sebastian on top of her, his freckle-dusted face pink with exertion, his lips pressed against hers, his brown eyes filled with adoration. 

More flowers arrive. 

On Monday morning, pink camellias. Longing. She knows Sebastian likely wouldn’t have received her letter yet.

But then on Tuesday evening, Kate is sent a bouquet of white roses - an affirmation of new beginnings - along with a letter.

Dearest Kate,

Thursday cannot come soon enough. I cannot wait to see you.

Yours, 

Sebastian

Cornflowers - hope in love - arrive on Wednesday.

On Thursday morning, Kate surveys the eclectic collection of flowers she has received. She’s running out of room in the house - there are bouquets on just about every piece of furniture. 

All of his messages, ones he knew she would understand, were sweet and thoughtful, but the rational part of Kate’s brain rings alarm bells. Two warring sides constantly occupy her mind, and she is glad she didn’t commit to romance in her letter.

I might love him.

It couldn’t be love. That’s crazy.

I can’t stop thinking about him. 

I barely know him!

Sebastian will do anything for me.

He won’t. He’ll disappoint me.

But I can’t deny my feelings…

I might have to.

Sebastian will change for me.

He’ll always choose Dark magic over me.

He’s my soulmate.

He’s a criminal. A murderer.

The past doesn’t define the future.

But it is said that history always repeats itself…

I just want to let go and love him.

Be careful, Kate. Guard your heart.

Catching Kate staring into space for what must have been the eighth time over the course of a few hours, Madam Scribner eyes her curiously. “What has gotten into you today?”

Kate smiles sweetly. “I’m meeting someone tonight… a man I really care for.”

Madam Scribner cracks a rare grin. “Well, may he be worthy of you, Kate.”

Her eyes go wide as she is reminded of the logic missing in her daydream. 

“May I ask who he is?” the head librarian asks.

“Oh… I wouldn’t dare reveal his name - not yet, at least. Not unless or until it becomes serious,” Kate explains with a smile. “You definitely know him, Agnes. He told me that he was in trouble with you quite often.”

The head librarian frowns, furrowing her eyebrows. “That doesn’t narrow it down much, my dear, but most of my former students eventually grow to be mature like you. It comes with time.”

Kate gives a half smile, sighing. “Yes, you’re right. People change…”

As Kate’s work hours come to a close, she whispers a goodbye to Madam Scribner, then dashes out the door. She can’t get home fast enough. There is so much she wants to do before meeting Sebastian, and she only has a little time. 

Nerves set in as Kate stands in front of a full-length mirror, suddenly feeling beautiful… but ridiculous. The silken crimson dress she is currently wearing is more appropriate for an elegant formal dinner or a gala at someone’s grand estate. We’re going to the Three Broomsticks, for Merlin’s sake! Kate huffs, unbuttoning the dress quickly and stepping out of it as it falls to the floor. 

She surveys her undergarments, wondering if they’re suitable, then shakes her head. Why the hell am I even thinking about my corset? He will not see it!

Kate rushes into her closet, a bit panicked since she is pressed for time. She settles on a cream-colored dress embroidered with yellow flowers and green leaves. As she fastens the buttons, she rehearses in her mind what she will say when Sebastian inevitably asks if she could accept him as a lover. 

Several minutes later, Kate angrily tries to get her hair to cooperate with so little time left. She styles her hair half pulled back, half down, tying a yellow ribbon around the little ponytail on the back of her head for a feminine touch.

Glancing at the clock, she is painfully aware that she has to leave. Now. Unfortunately, she no longer has enough time to walk there, which was her plan. She’ll have to apparate.

Kate hurries towards her front door but slows as she walks past the numerous bouquets in her living room. She stops for a moment to smell the sweet flowers, sighing in delight. What a lovely message they altogether convey. 

She calms herself, imagining as clearly as she can the entrance to the Three Broomsticks. With the familiar crack of apparition, she is suddenly right there. Approaching the door, she gathers all of her courage; then, she enters. 

Kate searches for Sebastian as her eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the pub. Eventually, she spots him sitting in a corner, reading a book. 

Kate’s breath hitches as Sebastian’s brown eyes flick up to hers

[justrandomfanficideas]

6-Harry Potter

An Au where everything is the same until Harry's third year when a student from another house(who it is, the year, the house can be whichever the writer wants but it can't be someone from gryffindor) goes to Gringotts to make an inheritance test and finds out that Harry is not Lily's child and that they were siblings/cousins besides being related to some other students and having no idea about it.

So said students decides to create a trend(maybe they are muggleborn or half-blood) which leads every students to go to Gringotts and do an inheritance teste were many secrets are revealed(like who they thought as their parents/siblings weren't, they had magical family, finding distant family members they never heard about)

Which leads to the students banging up together to find out the truth about why they had been raised by lies(yes, it will be a bad Dumbledore but I would like all Weasleys to be good...and by all I meant all and not make Percy the odd one out as most do...which never made sense to me in fics were Dumbledore is bad and they make Percy be in line with him when Percy is one of the canon characters to not truly believe Dumbledore and in his plans).

What is revealed in the inheritance tests, the ships, how they would destroy Dumbledore, etc is up to the writer but I request that Harry is not the heir of every powerful mage to ever exist as it gets tiring to see that(yes, he can be Peverell heir but maybe make Neville the Gryffindor one, Daphne the Slytherin one, Padma or Parvati could be the Ravenclaw one, Hannah be the Hufflepuff one, Luna could be Merlin's heir, Marcus could be Arthur Pendragon's, a hufflepuff could be Morgana's heir, etc...go crazy and run away from the usual choices people do, you can even go for ocs or barely mentioned characters).

[minivantiny]

ATEEZ x Harry Potter Universe Masterlist

This is my take on what I think Ateez would be like in the HP universe. My little safe space since I'm back in my HP era and Ateez had their 3rd Japanese comeback.

Although I've been a casual reader for many unholy years, this is my first attempt at fanfiction. (Please bear with me, I swear I have some good ideas).

I post these on AO3 as well! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54307042/chapters/137539711)

There will be updates to this post as my writing progresses!

Houses:

Gryffindor - Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho

Slytherin - Kim Hongjoong, Choi San

Ravenclaw - Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang

Hufflepuff - Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi

Student's introductions!

Who Was I Trying To Be?

Park Seonghwa

With his soft cotton-pink hair and sharp, aristocratic features, Seonghwa often turns heads as he walks through the halls of Hogwarts. His porcelain-like skin and deep, expressive brown eyes lend him a calm, enigmatic presence, one that commands respect without the need for words. He is, after all, the picture of Ravenclaw’s scholarly ideal.

To his classmates, Seonghwa is known for his relentless dedication to his studies. His favorite subjects — Astronomy, Transfiguration, and the Study of Ancient Runes—allow him to dive into the mysteries of the magical world, satisfying the boundless curiosity that defines him.

Half-blood by birth, Seonghwa has never taken anything for granted. Not even his intellect; he works hard for everything he achieves. Every grade, every achievement, is earned not only for himself but for his family.

Seonghwa's closest ally is his best friend, Kang Yeosang, a fellow Ravenclaw with whom he shares both an academic rivalry and an unbreakable bond. In a world where success often means standing above others, Seonghwa is one of the few who has earned Yeosang’s admiration — and his trust.

But beneath Seonghwa's seemingly perfect reputation, there is, of course, one person, who can strike Seonghwa's nerves just right — Kim Hongjoong. What once was a close friendship, is now nothing but pure bitterness. Seonghwa avoids Hongjoong at every opportunity, his dislike for the Slytherin’s careless attitude towards both life and magic is too strong to ignore. You might be wondering what happened. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. wink wonk

I Used To Hear A Simple Song

Kim Hongjoong

Kim Hongjoong, despite being vertically challenged, is surprisingly impossible to overlook. His height might not be his most noticeable feature, but his half-black, half-white hair is. There’s a certain magnetic charm to him — an energy that draws people in before they realize what they’ve gotten themselves into.

To his fellow Slytherins, Hongjoong is a natural leader, charismatic and cunning, often finding ways to skirt the rules without ever facing the consequences. He wields a fascination with the mysteries of the universe and a keen interest in power, protection, and control. How convenient and obvious, given that his favorite subjects are Astronomy and Defense Against the Dark Arts. His mastery of offensive and defensive spells has earned him a reputation as one of Slytherin’s most formidable students, both in the classroom and on the Quidditch field, where he serves as the team’s captain.

But for all his bravado, Hongjoong harbours secrets darker than most would imagine. He’s no stranger to the Obliviate charm, having used it on classmates — and even a few teachers — to erase moments of failure or discomfort. His skill with the memory charm is dangerously precise, what's unsettling though, is how easily he seems to forget certain encounters. I wonder why?

Perhaps the only person who knows Hongjoong’s true nature is Choi San, his Slytherin roommate and one of his closest friends. But while San may be Hongjoong’s ally, there’s one person who knows the darker side of Hongjoong better than anyone: Park Seonghwa. Once, they had been close friends, but that friendship shattered during their third year, when Hongjoong crossed a line Seonghwa could never forgive.

Hongjoong, for his part, maintains his cocky, confident front, almost like Seonghwa’s disdain means little to him. Beneath the surface, Hongjoong is haunted by his past mistakes, particularly the fear of being seen as a failure by his uncle, whose influence looms large over his life. The use of Obliviate is his way of maintaining control — erasing the moments of weakness that would expose him to judgment.

When Will You Learn?

Jeong Yunho

With his tall frame and kind smile, Jeong Yunho is the type of person whose mere presence seems to brighten a room. His casual blonde hair, often peeking out from beneath a beanie, complements his gentle, expressive brown eyes. His friends would describe him as someone warm and comforting. His easygoing nature, his genuine laughter, and the quiet way he makes others feel heard. As a proud Hufflepuff, Yunho embodies the very best of his house’s traits: loyalty, patience, and a deep sense of empathy for those around him.

At Yunho’s side, almost always, is his best friend Song Mingi. The two Hufflepuffs are inseparable, their bond built on years of friendship and an unspoken understanding that goes beyond words.

But Yunho’s kindness isn’t just reserved for people—he has an affinity for the natural world as well. His love for Herbology is well-known, and he often spends hours in the greenhouses, tending to magical plants. Although his attempts aren't always successful. Nevertheless, he finds a quiet satisfaction in watching things grow, in nurturing life and letting it flourish.

Outside of class, Yunho expresses himself through art. He's often seen sketching in the open fields near Hogwarts or painting the landscapes around the castle. His pieces are reflections of his inner world — bright and full of life, just as he is.

But beneath Yunho’s bright exterior, something is beginning to shift — an unease that he can’t quite put into words. Yunho tries to hide his anxieties, not wanting to burden Mingi or anyone else. But the cracks are becoming harder to conceal, and as the story unfolds, it will become clear that something — or someone — is pulling Yunho into a spiral of doubt and fear. Oh no. I wonder what bad might happen.

Clever As A Devil And Twice As Pretty

Kang Yeosang

At first glance, Kang Yeosang is the epitome of Ravenclaw brilliance — sharp, refined, and seemingly untouchable. His statue-like features are impossible to ignore: almond-shaped, intense brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, and light brown hair that almost glows with a golden hue in the sunlight. He carries himself with a quiet confidence, his robes always pristine, his posture rigid. It’s not arrogance, exactly, though it often comes across that way. It’s the weight of expectation, the constant pressure to be perfect, to surpass what even his accomplished siblings have done before him.

As the youngest in a family that measures worth by success, Yeosang has grown up in the shadow of achievements that seem impossible to eclipse. A standard that his parents expect him to not only meet but exceed. This constant pressure has shaped him into a perfectionist, driven to excel in everything he does. That doesn't mean he despises the process of learning, quite the opposite. Potions, in particular, is where Yeosang truly shines. He doesn't just follow the curriculum — he goes beyond it, constantly experimenting with ingredients and modifying potion recipes to create something uniquely his own.

He spends late nights in the library, pouring over ancient texts about forgotten potion recipes, studying every detail and adapting them to modern practice. His fellow Ravenclaws often look to him for guidance, though Yeosang rarely shares his knowledge without a touch of superiority. After all, if they can’t keep up, that’s on them.

Yet, Yeosang’s ambition often comes with a price. His high standards don’t always make him the easiest person to be around. He respects only those he deems equal—like Park Seonghwa, his closest friend and the only person Yeosang feels truly understands the pressure they both face as Ravenclaws.

Behind the walls he’s built is a longing for connection, a desire to prove himself not only to his family but to those he respects. After all, vulnerability is something he can’t afford. Or can he?

And Then, The Bastard Winked At Me

Choi San

There’s a quiet mystery to San, one that draws people in. His jet-black hair is often ruffled from late-night studying or whatever he seems to be doing in his free time.

San hails from the esteemed House of Choi, a pure-blood wizarding family known for its mastery of elemental magic, particularly air and its derivatives like wind and thunder. While his cousin Jongho inherited the untamed power of thunder, San commands wind magic with skill and precision, creating his own spells that manipulate air in ways few can understand.

Despite his many talents, San is best known among his friends for his brilliance — and also the fact that he's an oblivious nerd. While others may notice the playful glances and lingering touches from Jung Wooyoung, San remains blissfully unaware. Wooyoung has had (not so) hidden feelings for San for years. But San, focused on his studies, the dueling club, or Quidditch practice, interprets Wooyoung’s flirtation as nothing more than just Wooyoung being Wooyoung.

Where San’s emotional awareness falls short, his loyalty and protectiveness shine, especially when it comes to his cousin Jongho. San knows all too well the cold, affectionless upbringing Jongho endured, having grown up in a different branch of the same family.

Then there’s Mingi and Yunho, the two Hufflepuffs who bring an entirely different energy to his small circle of friends. Despite being wildly different, San admires Mingi’s emotional intelligence and lightheartedness. Yunho is the dreamer of the group. He often pulls San into his world of sketches and paintings, where San finds himself appreciating the beauty in the little things Yunho points out.

Bonus:

A quick peek at San's personal spellbook

How Dare You Insult My Frog?

Song Mingi

Song Mingi is the embodiment of warmth and loyalty — a Hufflepuff through and through. Tall and lanky, with glasses perched on his nose, and soft brown hair usually tousled, Mingi’s charm is accentuated by his wide, genuine smile that never seems to fade.

His love for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures sets him apart from the more academically competitive students. Mingi thrives in the greenhouses and around magical creatures, where his nurturing personality shines. He spends much of his free time in his personal garden behind the Beasts classroom, a space he has cultivated with love and dedication, surrounded by magical plants and occasional visiting creatures. His favorite companion, however, is his pet frog Pocco, who can often be found hidden comfortably in his robes.

Mingi’s relationship with Yunho is his most treasured. The two Hufflepuffs have been inseparable since their first year, with Yunho often visiting Mingi’s grandparents during the summer, spending weeks in the peaceful garden at their home. Mingi's friendships with San, Jongho, and Wooyoung are equally important to him.

Thanks to growing up with his grandparents — a very loving and open-minded household, Mingi had an almost instinctive ability to read the room. He easily picks up his friend's moods. He's the type of friend who remembers the small details. Like your favorite snack on a bad day or a quiet spot you loved to visit when things got overwhelming. His greatest strength was knowing when to be there without being asked, offering encouragement or a shoulder to lean on in such a natural way that it felt like he had known what you needed all along.

Though often viewed as the group's comedic relief, Mingi’s depth lies in his ability to recognize when his friends need emotional support — particularly Yunho, whose worries never escape Mingi's sharp eye.

Are You Flirting Or Starting A Fight?

Jung Wooyoung

Wooyoung’s presence was hard to miss. He presents himself with an energy that turns heads and draws smiles. Slightly tousled jet-black hair, along with his mischievous eyes and playful smirks made him a natural charmer.

Wooyoung’s love for Divination and Legilimency set him apart from his classmates. He had an uncanny ability to read people, sometimes even before they’d spoken a word. But Wooyoung didn’t just use this gift for fun. He wielded it carefully, respecting the boundaries of his friends, though it was always tempting to pry a little deeper into the thoughts of those around him, especially when he suspected something was being left unsaid.

Among his closest friends — Mingi, Yunho, San, and Jongho — Wooyoung was the glue that kept things lively. Endlessly teasing Mingi, who took it all in stride. Sharing quiet moments and cheeky remarks with Yunho, that always brightening Yunho's day. Prodding into Jongho's stoic exterior, knowing that he had the power to let out a loud laugh out of him.

But it was San who left Wooyoung the most frustrated — and intrigued. No matter how obvious Wooyoung made his feelings, no matter how many times he flirted, San never seemed to catch on.

Aside from his friends, Wooyoung's furry companion is a ginger cat named Ned. Just like Wooyoung, Ned wasn’t ordinary — because this is a story about magic, and that would be boring — Ned was a half-wampus breed with an almost mystical presence. Ned wasn’t just large; he was MASSIVE. With eyes that glowed unnervingly in the dark, often scaring off other pets. Or schoolmates. Some joked that the cat knew what you were thinking even before Wooyoung did. And it was true. But Wooyoung knew better — Ned was more than just a cat; he was an extension of himself, a loyal protector with a sharp mind hidden behind his curious green eyes.

As much as Wooyoung’s carefree and confident exterior suggested a life free from complications, his friends noticed. Wooyoung obviously knew they noticed. But they silently agreed to not point it out. They saw glimpses of it - the way his smile faltered slightly every time San didn't even bat an eye when Wooyoung moved closer to him. Wooyoung covered it up with a grin and a joke, hoping that one day, San would look at him and finally understand what was right in front of him all along.

The Smell Of Books Is Eminent

Choi Jongho

Choi Jongho brings an unexpected twist to the Gryffindor stereotype, defying the expectations placed upon him by his prestigious pure-blood family. Growing up in the cold halls of the Choi estate, he was surrounded by an unyielding demand for perfection, tradition, and the obsession with maintaining their lineage. But despite their hopes of him becoming the next Slytherin Quidditch champion, Jongho forcefully chose the scarlet and gold of Gryffindor, a decision that severed the already fragile bond with his family.

His strong build suggested an athlete, but Jongho turned down Quidditch, much to his family’s dismay. Instead, his interests lay elsewhere — Divination, Potions, and Charms, where he finally found his peace. To Jongho, the family’s obsession with blood purity and their rigid ideals felt like a chain he was eager to break. He wasn’t afraid of walking away from the Choi legacy if it meant choosing his own path, even if it meant being misunderstood.

Surrounded by close friends since his first year at Hogwarts, Jongho's reserved nature was accepted without question by Mingi, Yunho, Wooyoung, and his cousin San, who knew better than to push him too far. San, especially, was the family connection that Jongho cherished, understanding the weight of the Choi name and the pressure that came with it. While San embraced his wind magic, Jongho was more hesitant about his thunder magic. Fearing the raw power that simmered beneath the surface. His magic always felt unpredictable, dangerous even, and he preferred to keep it locked away, scared of what might happen if it ever slipped out of his control.

Jongho’s presence often made him seem unapproachable, yet his closest friends could see beneath the surface. In the art room, he found an outlet for his unspoken emotions, working quietly alongside Yunho, creating pieces that reflected the storms inside him. But there was another storm brewing, one he couldn’t ignore — Yeosang. The Ravenclaw’s presence unsettled Jongho in a way he couldn’t explain.

While maintaining his stoic exterior, Jongho couldn’t shake the feelings Yeosang ignited in him. His usual control — over both his emotions and his magic — was slipping, and it terrified him. What would happen if he let go? If he allowed himself to feel something for Yeosang? He feared not only what he might do with his uncontrollable power but also how deeply he might fall if he let Yeosang in.

[expecto-kedavra]

Tbh Sebastian Sallow is a charming ass mf but irl I would FOR SURE try to fight him ALL THE TIME

[thereadersmuse]

🪄 Is Colin Penelope's emotional support Hufflepuff or- 🪄

[chae-123-xoxo]

An another poem and an Update!!

Heyyy guys!! 💖

I’ve got something extra special for y’all today! It’s a new poem, and I know so many of you can relate to it. It’s for everyone who’s craving to be loved. 😔💕

Check it out below!

"The Ache of Being Loved" By Chae

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved. It sounds like a song I’ve never heard, but hum in fragments when I'm alone, the melody stitched with threads of longing. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to be kissed like the world paused to watch, to be missed like a breath held too long, to be the reason behind midnight whispers, the voice someone craves when silence falls. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; for someone to gather my broken pieces, not as fragile shards, but as parts of a mosaic— beautiful because they survived the breaking. To be seen, fully, and not be lost in the looking. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to hear “I love you” without needing to earn it, without conditions folded between the words, to be held like gravity has nothing on their arms, to be soft without fear of falling apart. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to not be the only heart doing the reaching, to feel love mirrored, not echoed, to taste what it’s like when it’s returned— warm, alive, not imagined. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to dance in the rain without choreography, to laugh without checking if it’s too loud, to exist without apology in someone’s presence. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to be the muse for once—the poem, the story— not just the writer scribbling down heartache. To be held like a promise, not a pause, to belong without the weight of proving it. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to find peace tucked between heartbeats, to sleep with my fears resting on someone else’s chest, to lean without worrying if I’m too much, to rest without being the resting place. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

Oh, how tender it must be—to be loved; to live a love that feels like fiction, but real enough to touch, to taste, to call at 2 AM without rehearsing what to say, and be heard beyond the words. Oh, how I ache to feel it.

I want to be loved— with a hunger that gnaws through my ribs, with a heart that’s never known quiet, always reaching, always asking: Do I deserve it?

Even with the darkness stitched into my seams? Even with the ghosts I carry like second skin? I just want to be someone's soft place, to be craved, to be chosen, not out of mercy, but out of want.

What crime did I commit to feel this empty?

They say hearts are wild creatures, my love— that’s why we lock them in cages. But mine is restless, roaring, not for freedom, just to be loved.

Is that really too much to ask?

Alsooo! I’ve posted Chapter 6 and 7 of my Harry Potter AU! Please go check it out and give it a vote if you can! 📖✨ Here’s the link: Hellena Potter x Cedric Diggory: The Goblet of Fire

Anywayyy, I hope you guys enjoy the poem! And remember—you are loved and I love you all so much! 🥺💕

Catch you later, fam! Baiii! ✨

Chae 💕

[hufflautia]

Mine

This is part 2 of my mini-series Betrayal.  Read Part 1: Cheater

Summary: Slytherin is willing to do anything to get Hufflepuff back...anything.  

After the breakup, life wasn’t the same for Slytherin. Hufflepuff had been his sunshine. Without her, a cloud of gray drifted over him wherever he went, her absence a reminder of what he had done. 

They hardly talked anymore after the breakup. When they crossed paths in the corridors, Hufflepuff didn’t glance in his direction, but he could tell she was just as heartbroken as he was. 

Regret and guilt consumed him. Barely focused on his Transfiguration notes, he pushed the assignment aside and leaned back on the headboard of his bed, reminiscing about all the good times they had. He thought about the warmth of her cheek that pressed against his chest while they cuddled, her gentle touch as she absentmindedly traced the scar on his chin, her cheeky laugh in his ear as they danced beneath the stars. 

Slytherin needed to get her back. He just didn’t know how. 

~

Hufflepuff wasn’t doing too good either. She wanted answers, trying to make sense of why Slytherin did what he did—and more importantly, why he had kept it from her in the first place. She came to the conclusion that even if she had all the answers in the world, it wouldn’t change what happened.  

She ended the relationship soon after the confrontation. There were pictures of them making silly faces that decorated her nightstand. His sweatshirts were draped over the edge of her trunk. Unable to look at anything that reminded her of him, she discarded the painful memories of their love. Her room felt empty afterwards, as if an important puzzle piece was missing. 

Falling in love with Slytherin was like entering a house and realizing she was finally home. He comforted her when she lost her parents a few years ago. With him gone, it felt like she was losing everyone all over again. 

Holed up in her dormitory, Hufflepuff felt worse than usual; today was supposed to be their one-year anniversary.  

Someone covered her eyes. “Guess who?” 

Even though she couldn’t see the person, she immediately knew who it was. 

Hufflepuff gently pried the hands away and turned to face Slytherin. Her heart swelling at the sight of him, she stood up and greeted him with a hug. “What are these for,” she asked, noting the yellow blossoms in his hand. 

“For our anniversary, sunshine. Did you think I’d forget it was my turn?”

They took turns planning their anniversary. Last month, Hufflepuff had snuck into the kitchens in the middle of the night to bake a cake for him. She got in trouble when the house-elves found her asleep on the counter the next morning. It was all worth it in the end when she finally presented the dessert to him after detention. A wide grin spread on his face as he tried not to laugh at the fact that she spent more time with Filch instead of him on their special day.  

She sheepishly looked away. “During breakfast, you didn’t say a word about our anniversary.” 

“That was all a ruse,” he explained, intertwining his fingers through hers. “I wanted you to think I didn’t remember so that you’d be surprised when I show you the elaborate date I’ve planned.” 

She leaned into his outstretched arms, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry for doubting you.” 

Slytherin stroked her hair. 

“It’s ok, I don’t blame you. My acting skills were really on-point this morning.” 

Hufflepuff suppressed a laugh. The smile tugging at Slytherin’s lips broke into a playful grin, and he offered his hand. “Shall we? I’d rather not spend our anniversary in the library.” 

“Anywhere with you is perfect,” she beamed. 

Slytherin clicked his tongue. 

“That’s sweet and all, but let’s seriously get out of here. I hate libraries.” 

Exhaling a laugh, she took his hand and allowed him to lead the way. He brought her to the place where they first met: a secluded area that overlooked the Black Lake. 

Hufflepuff, who was blindfolded, clutched his arm tightly as they walked. He untied the cloth. 

The picnic had taken half of the day to prepare, but it was all worth it when he saw Hufflepuff’s face. Her cautious grin had exploded into a radiant smile, and before Slytherin could say anything else, she jumped into his embrace.

“I love you so so so much,” Hufflepuff said, accenting each word with a kiss to his lips. “These were the best ten months of my life.”

Slytherin smiled warmly. 

“It’s not over yet, sunshine. There will be many more months to come.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more. 

Hufflepuff’s vision blurred, and she wiped her cheeks. If only she could forget everything that happened. If only she could forget him.  

~

Hufflepuff was walking across the courtyard when someone called out to her. She turned to see Gryffindor. He gestured for her to sit on the cobblestone steps beside him. 

Dropping her bag on the floor, Hufflepuff sat down with a small smile. It’d be nice to sit in some company other than her pet owl. Her mind all over the place, she only paid half attention to their small talk. It wasn’t until Gryffindor put his hand on her shoulder that she met his eyes. 

“How are you feeling about…” He trailed off.

“It’s just not the same,” she shook her head. “I’m trying to get by, but I feel like it’ll be forever before I’m okay again.”  

Gryffindor nodded, his brows furrowed. Hufflepuff watched him rummage for something in his bag. He pulled out a book with a blank cover. 

“Can I read an excerpt that I think you’d like?”

With her nod, he began. 

“Healing will grow you. Healing will iron out the creases of your ache. Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart. Healing will melt you back into softness. Healing will let the hurt bathe you. Healing will make you stronger.” 

He looked up from the pages. “And the first step of healing is to let go of the past.” 

The past. It jolted her whenever she thought back to that moment. 

“Hufflepuff!”

She smiled when she realized it was Gryffindor. 

“Hey Gryff!” He was out of breath and staring at her as if her pet owl died. “What’s wrong?” 

“I need to tell you something,” he murmured, grabbing her arm. He brought her to a quiet corridor and, with an anxious inhale, told her what happened in the library. His frown deepened when she laughed.  

“You must have mistaken him for someone else,” she said. “Slytherin would never do that.” 

Even when Gryffindor swore on his grandpa’s grave that he was telling the truth, Hufflepuff didn’t believe him. He let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his temple. He straightened. 

“Come with me.” 

She followed after him easily. After all, there wouldn’t be any proof to show since Slytherin didn’t do anything. 

“Where are we going?” They had been walking through a dark corridor and she was getting antsy. 

Gryffindor stopped in front of a door with a strange engraved symbol. He pulled out his wand. 

“Alohamora!” 

The door clicked open and he beckoned Hufflepuff to go inside. She stepped in, and her eyes widened. 

“Gryffindor,” she exclaimed. “We’re not supposed to be in Slughorn’s office—”  

“This’ll be quick.” He started to scour through the clutter of items on the table. 

As Hufflepuff waited, something caught her eye in the corner and she approached it. 

It was a shallow basin made with stone. Precious stones and strange symbols decorated the sides. It was filled with a silver substance, wisps of smoke slithering into the air.

“You found it.” 

Hufflepuff jumped as Gryffindor moved to her side. She gulped and looked back in the pot. 

“Is that?– ...”  

“The Pensieve,” he answered softly. 

Her stomach twisted. She heard about it in class once, and her professor’s words echoed in her head. “The Pensieve is a magical object used to review memories.”

Hufflepuff closed her eyes and took deep breaths. There was no way Slytherin cheated. No, not her Slytherin. 

When she opened them, he had already drawn a glowing strand from his temple and was dropping the memory into the basin. She stared as the shimmering particles stirred. 

Gryffindor stood with her, the heaviness of the situation weighing on him. Having known both Slytherin and Hufflepuff for so long, he himself felt complete shock at what his friend had done. He couldn’t imagine how this would affect Hufflepuff. Even though he felt like a terrible friend for bringing her here, he would be an even worse one if he hid this. 

“We can leave if you want,” Gryffindor said. “We can forget this ever happened.”

She met his gaze, her eyebrows drawn together. 

“But you’re gonna spend the rest of your life wishing you knew the truth.”  

Hufflepuff knew he was right. She wished he was wrong. With a shaky inhale, she entered the Pensieve. 

Her chest was wrought with pain as she remembered what it was like to see Slytherin with Ravenclaw. The image of their locked lips squirmed its way in again, and she angrily expelled it from her mind. 

Slytherin was her whole world at a point. But she was starting to realize that she didn’t need him. He could run to Ravenclaw for the rest of his half-finished handjob for all she cared.

“You’re right,” she said. “I need to let go.”

Gryffindor squeezed her hand. “I’m always here for you if you need anything.” 

She smiled back and nodded. Slytherin wasn’t in her life anymore, but she still had a strong support system, and that was never gonna change. 

~

Gryffindor gathered his notes into a pile and stuffed them into his bag, silently scolding himself for not studying for his Potions exam earlier. He was gonna have to stay up tonight to prepare.

He started for the exit and froze. Shit. 

Slytherin stood by the door, his arms crossed. 

“Surprised to see me?” 

“Not really. I figured I’d run into you at some point.” 

“At some point,” Slytherin repeated. “You mean after you betrayed me?” 

He eyed the wand in his former friend’s hand. “What’re you talking about?” 

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”  

“Dude, I don’t know what—” 

“You fucking told her,” Slytherin exploded, his eyes blazing.   

“You’re the one who cheated,” Gryffindor scoffed. “You’re a bigger idiot than I took you for if you thought I was gonna stay quiet. She doesn’t deserve that.”   

His lips curled into a wry smile. “I know what you’re trying to do.” 

“What in the blazes are you going on about?” 

“I saw you two in the courtyard today,” he hissed. “You were holding hands. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you’re trying to steal her away from me–” 

“Hufflepuff isn’t an object,” Gryffindor glared. “She is her own person, she belongs to no one.” 

Slytherin lets out a dry laugh. “Merlin’s beard…how could I not see it before? You have feelings for her…in fact, you probably planned all of this from the beginning! How convenient that you were in the library at that exact time–”  

“Christ, Slytherin, give it a rest! You’re coming up with all these conspiracy theories to make up for the fact that Hufflepuff is never going to forgive you.” 

The words hung in the air, and Slytherin fell silent. The thought of living in a world in which Hufflepuff wasn’t with him was too much to bear. He tightened his hold around the wand and shook his head. 

“You’re wrong.” 

He turned and set off into the dark corridors. He was going to make things right. 

~ 

Hufflepuff dangled her legs over the ledge of the observatory. The stars winked at her as she gazed into the distance, thinking about what Gryffindor had said. 

Healing will stop the heavy thrashing inside your heart.

She knew she would be okay at some point, and a day would drift by in which thoughts of Slytherin would not plague her. But she was impatient. She just wanted to forget him. She wanted to stop hurting. 

“I thought you’d be here.” 

Hufflepuff gasped and spun around. Her face dropped. 

“Leave.” 

Slytherin stepped in front of her, his arms raised. 

“Wait, please, I need to talk to you–” 

“You don’t get to say anything to me,” she said coldly. 

“But I love you,” he cried, clasping their hands together. “And you love me.” 

Her eyes glistened as she stared at him ruefully. 

“And look where that love has brought us.” 

“Please,” he whispered. “Just give me another chance.” 

“I trusted you, and you hurt me.” 

“You can still trust me–” 

“Then tell me this,” Hufflepuff yanked her hands away. “When were you going to tell me what happened?” 

When he didn’t respond, she huffed wryly. “Or should I say if you were even gonna tell me.” 

Her shoulder shoved against his as she started for the door. 

“Remember how I was by your side after your parents died?” His words glued her to the floor. “Who will you go to if you leave me?” 

Slytherin turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. His head jerked to the side as a resounding slap rings across the room. 

“How dare you mention them,” she hissed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I would rather be alone than be with you.”  

“You can’t mean that,” his voice was low, wrought with heartbreak. “Please, Hufflepuff, I love you.” 

Hufflepuff gazed at him through a curtain of tears. Red tinged his skin, and she squashed the instinct to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his cheek.  

“I loved you.” 

Anguish gripped him as she turned away. A gut feeling clawed into his stomach, and it told him this would be the last time she would ever willingly talk to him. 

Slytherin couldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t. 

Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth. 

~ 

The whole walk back to his dormitory, Slytherin kept his head down. The day went by in a blur; he had no idea how he got through Potions, but his distraction didn’t go by unnoticed. By the end of the class, he lost his house 20 points for not paying attention. But he didn’t care. 

Had he made a mistake last night? 

A pair of worn shoes stood in front of his path. His thoughts flitted away when he saw who it was. 

“Get lost, Evras.” 

Gryffindor grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a nearby classroom. “I know what you did,” he snarled, slamming the door shut. 

Slytherin shoved his hand away. “Get your hands off me unless you want to go swimming with the selkies tonight.” 

“I thought you were a piece of shit before, but I never thought you’d do something like this…” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve done nothing wrong. Besides,” Slytherin smirked, “it’s not like you have any evidence.” 

Gryffindor glared at him steely. “I’ll find a way to prove it. I’m gonna bring her back to…to normal.” 

“Hufflepuff is fine,” he hummed, though his voice wavered. “Everything’s perfect, the way they should be.” 

As he sauntered to the door, Gryffindor called after him. “You think you can get away with this?” 

“I already have. I just need to take care of one more thing.”  

“Which is?”

Slytherin turned around and raised his wand at him. 

“You.”

~

Slytherin hovered over Hufflepuff’s sleeping figure, brushing a stray hair away from her face. The dark circles under her eyes were already disappearing. He smiled. She always slept best with him by her side. 

It was as if everything happened in slow motion that night. The obliviation spell hit Hufflepuff, and her body tilted forward. He rushed forward and caught her before she hit the floor. Shame weighed heavily on him afterward, and he tossed and turned in his bed until dawn peeked through the windows. 

But when she woke up yesterday from the spell and her eyes filled with love, all his pain faded away. It was almost as if the incident never happened. He definitely made the right choice. After all, they were together again.

Gryffindor was already taken care of. Besides having a small headache the next morning, his old best friend greeted him happily, but Slytherin knew now not to let him get too close to Huff again. He might have forgotten what happened too, but he still might have lingering feelings for his girlfriend. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a small mewl. Hufflepuff wiggled in his grasp, and she scrunched her nose at the sun melting across her skin. The light surrounded her like a halo, and Slytherin kissed the tip of her nose. 

“Good morning, sunshine.” 

She smiled drowsily and wrapped her arms around his torso. “What time is it,” she croaked into his shirt. 

“Way past your usual 9 a.m. alarm, but I thought I’d let you rest.” 

Hufflepuff yawned and stretched her arms. Her knuckle brushed against the naked wall, and she blinked a couple of times. “What happened to all the pictures of us?” 

Slytherin glanced up, and a shadow fell across his face. “I think your roommates were just messing around, but it’s okay. We can make new memories and take other pictures, right?” 

Her lips twisted. Her roommates wouldn’t touch her stuff without her permission… 

Without a second of thought, he crashed his lips into hers. The kiss was filled with desperation and his hands dragged into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. She had to pull away to catch a breath. 

“You’re more cuddly than usual,” she smiled, her head still woozy. 

He stared at her with an empty longing. “I just missed you.” 

“But I saw you yesterday,” she laughed. 

Slytherin hummed and murmured, “Well, it felt like forever.” 

She beamed and rested her head on his chest. “I love you.” 

The words were like honey, and he smiled back. It had been so long since she uttered those words to him.

“I love you too.” 

Hufflepuff curled her arms around his shoulders and leaned in, her eyelashes fluttering shut as their noses brushed together. Slytherin smiled blissfully, her lips like rose petals against his. His arm snaked around her waist as he deepened the kiss. 

Mine.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: 

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dont hate me!!!! ive been gone for too long yall but i wasn't really thinking of staying :( but i went on tumblr last night just for the heck of it and i was like damn..i wanna post something bc god BLESS those who sent some asks in, i think of u fr fr it makes me feel all warm inside hehe <3 so yea i wanted to feed my children bc yall have not had a meal in YEARS

anyways ive been working on this for a longgggg time, and my edits were always very sporadic, but i finally decided to finish it but this bitch has been gathering dust in my docs. i even had a separate doc for my authors note and i just looked it over and its funny as fuck LMAO so I'm just gonna throw in all the memes i had in there, get ready for a fucking HOOT

ok anyways enjoy!! love love love

Sometimes I think of my one-shots as AUs of the slytherpuff series, because in future one-shots, if needed, i will use the same last names (lestrange and tian). In this case, i feel like all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place because sly would’ve yeeted ravenclaw across the library lmadomafijnvsd

from cheater to mine:

these are the people who didnt want a part two lmao:

gryff at sly after obliviate:

gryffindor at sly to leave her alone ^

THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AT THE BEGINNING STAGES OF MY WRITING FOR THIS AHAH:

slytherin core:

you rn:

cut the cameras,.,, deadass

"Without thinking, he raised his wand at her and let the words slip from his mouth before he could stop himself, consumed with desperation."

u:

https://www.google.com/search?q=the+office+dont+meme&oq=the+office+dont+meme&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOTIJCAEQABgKGIAEMgoIAhAAGAoYFhgeMgoIAxAAGAoYFhgeMgoIBBAAGAoYFhgeMg0IBRAAGIYDGIAEGIoF0gEIMjY1MWowajeoAgCwAgA&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8#vhid=OW1kn2CU-kTGIM&vssid=l

that is all i had written in my doc, future huffautia is back! i remember making those memes and i cackled so much. i hope u guys laughed too and enjoyed the story, pls pls pls let me know ur thoughts bc i would loveee to hear what u guys think heheheh. more dark sly fanfics??? lmk.

i am not sure when or if i will be back :( i have so much unfinished fics piled up, but not much motivation or time. this may be the last fic i post bc it was the one i was most close to finishing, but ur support does help a lot, so send in asks, comments, and dms!! love u, be well :) thank you for this journey. heart heart!!

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[mysteryluv-xx]

How life takes a turn.

[niabridges]

Serpents & Valentines

A cute short 2-part fanfic for the upcoming Valentine's Day. When a Slytherin girl plays Cupid, it's bound to backfire. Love conquers all...with a healthy dose of Slytherin chaos. Nervous, blushing Sebastian Sallow. AO3 | Wattpad

[lqveharrington]

The Alchemy | D.M.

summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)

a/n: inspired by the olympics recently ❤️

When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.

“Malfoy, please don’t do this.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.

“Do what? I’m asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.” He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.

You look up at him with tired eyes, “Did someone put you up to this?”

“What? No no, I—“ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. “I’m really asking you to go on a date with me.”

You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. “Are you really?”

“I am.” Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.

You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, “You have yourself a date, Malfoy.” He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Please don’t let me down.”

Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy — there wasn’t a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.

Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.

Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips — smiling into all your kisses. “Good.” Kiss. “Luck.” Kiss.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, “You done?”

“Never.” You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. “I want you to be stuck with me forever.”

He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, “I will after I win this game, my love.”

You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. “Good luck, Dray. I’ll see you later.” You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldn’t deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.

Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherin’s seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.

The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potter’s last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.

As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.

You didn’t mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands — eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.

The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekers’ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.

You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.

“I lost ten galleons to that!” She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.

The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands — waving your Slytherin flag with pride.

“Seems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch he’ll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!” The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.

You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.

“Aw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Don’t you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Malfoy and Evergreen— Ow, sorry.” The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.

You part from Draco with a blinding smile, “I think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.” You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

“I’m proud of you, love.” Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second — even though he did want more.

“Me? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!” You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.

He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, “You just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body… I think that’s more important.” He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.

“AGAIN?” The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. “Is there—“

“Alright, we’re done announcing, boys and girls.” Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.

You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “I love you more.”

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[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 09: Ruin

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars (rewritten!)

Hi! After working on this story for about a year and a half, I've decided to take a break from creating new chapters for now to focus on rewriting from the beginning. I hope you'll give the new and improved version a chance. Constructive feedback is always welcome and much appreciated!

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian Sallow and Kate Mayflower spent their first date walking around Hogsmeade until the early hours of the morning. Both of them felt an instant and deep connection to each other. Though she had never moved that quickly in any other relationship, Kate invited him to her cottage. After Sebastian promised her it wouldn’t just be a one-night stand, they passionately made love and found that they were even more in tune with each other than originally thought. Both of them wondered, deep down, if the other was their soulmate. As Kate fell asleep in his arms, Sebastian worried about the way Kate might react when she eventually learns about his past; he didn’t share the full truth with her out of both hope and fear. He knew that she would ask about his terrible scarring sooner rather than later but prays that she is kind enough to not let it spell disaster for their budding relationship.

Tags: Romance, New Relationship, Hope and Dreams, Honesty, Lies, Confessions, Betrayal, Morals and Values, Angst, Sorrow, Emotional Turmoil, Dark Magic, Hurt/No Comfort

Content Warnings: The morning after, feelings of betrayal, emotional turmoil, sad ending

NSFW Illustration by @giselsann below the cut

Chapter Music: “A Red, Red Rose” - Bear McCreary (Outlander soundtrack), “The Sun is in Your Eyes” - Jacob Collier, “Tribute” - J. Scott Rakozy (Hogwarts Legacy soundtrack), "The Crypt, Pt. 2" - Abel Korzeniowski (Romeo and Juliet soundtrack), “Farewell” - Dario Marianelli (Atonement soundtrack)

Word Count: ~4,700

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Chapter 9: Ruin

She giggles, rushing over the top of a vibrant green hill dotted with bleating sheep. One tiny hand holds up her skirt and smock so that she doesn’t trip, and the other tugs along a young boy with a mop of black hair and clothing from long, long ago. Smiling, he shouts something in a language she doesn’t recognize, but it’s clear from his body language that he’s begging her to slow down. She shakes her head, continuing to dash towards a forest with a grin. 

She’s a young child. Ten, perhaps, judging from her size? She doesn’t recognize the setting or her clothing - it’s that of a… medieval peasant? Perhaps the girl isn’t her… 

A few buildings with thatched roofs grow further and further away as the two run off on an adventure. The woods ahead grow closer and closer. The sun is setting in the distance.

They hurry into the forest, jumping over fallen branches and startling some wild animals. A squirrel skitters through the brush and leaps to safety on the bark of a tree, climbing higher and higher until it is out of sight. 

A creek comes into view, and the two slow as they approach it. Kate walks to the shore’s edge and peers into the water. A girl she doesn’t recognize is reflected back. A handkerchief-like piece of fabric covers the top of her head. Her long hair is curly and so lightly blonde it practically looks white. Green eyes look back at her freckled cheeks, her smile missing a baby tooth. She glances at the boy, puzzled.

And then she wakes. 

What a strange dream… Kate muses. 

She realizes she is not alone. Almost instantly, memories from the previous night flood her mind. Good conversation, laughter, kisses, skin on skin, passion… She feels Sebastian’s body, warm and strong, completely engulfing her own as they lay, spooning. His hand is curled between her breasts. She is tempted to close her eyes once more, to simply listen to him breathing steadily and softly. But the day has broken.

She lightly grazes his arm in a featherlight touch - up and down. He inhales sharply, waking up. After a minute, he realizes where he is and who he is with. He kisses her shoulder, his lips lingering when his hold over her tightens, as if she will disappear at any moment if he lets go. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” Sebastian murmurs in a sleepy yet content voice.

Kate smiles. “Good morning, moon prince.” She chuckles.

They lay quietly for a moment. Sebastian’s fingers begin to roam her body. He languidly presses his lips to her shoulder over and over again, his morning wood proud against her bottom. She relaxes into him.

“Mmmm,” Kate hums in approval. She slowly turns over to face him and giggles at his hair sticking up in odd places.

Sebastian’s chocolate eyes examine her face and every inch of her body that isn’t covered by the quilt, as though he is thoroughly memorizing each detail. He’ll be replaying this moment in his mind for the foreseeable future. Her golden hair, tangled from their very early morning activities, her eyes, blue like a summer sky, the pink blush upon her cheeks, her soft skin, rosy nipples on her large, round breasts. His fingers dance along her cheekbone affectionately. 

“So… this was not a dream,” Sebastian finally says. “I’m very pleased.”

Kate leans in to briefly kiss him. “No, it’s not a dream. We’re really here together. I’m so glad you stayed.”

He grins dreamily. “I could get used to this...”

She lets out a little laugh, then kisses him and wraps her arms around him. Suddenly, she feels his scars again. It rips her out of the haze of romance. She pulls away slightly, trying to hide her reaction.

“Since you let me sleep here, may I contribute in some way?” Sebastian asks. “Shall I make us something for breakfast?”

Kate’s eyebrows raise in shock. “You want to cook… for me?”

“Well, yes…? Is that a problem?”

She quickly shakes her head. “No, n- not at all… I’m just… surprised.”

“Kate, allow me. I want to please you.”

She smiles. “I certainly won’t say no. You may have free range in my kitchen. Use anything you like. Ingredients, pots, pans - anything.”

He captures her lips in a long kiss before scooting to the edge of the bed. “I’m happy to do it for you.” He stands, facing her once more, and stretches as she ogles his naked form. Bending down, he finds his underpants, tugging them back on.

“Shall I come with you?” she asks.

“No, I’d like for you to relax. I’ll serve breakfast in bed. Let me take care of you.”

She’s dumbfounded. A man willing to cook? Wanting to please her? It’s nothing she’s ever experienced, only imagined in her wildest fantasies. “Thank you, Sebastian…”

He grins widely. Kate stares as he strides out of the bedroom, but then, her eyes bulge when, finally, she can clearly see the scars covering his back. She attempts to hold in a gasp of horror. She has never seen anyone with so many scars. Brutal ones. It appears as though Sebastian had been whipped repeatedly. But it isn’t just lashes - some marks suggest other injuries. Even overlapping those are some that look like lightning - like he had been electrocuted. 

How…? How could he have so many scars? What could possibly explain them? Kate cannot come up with any reasonable answer, no matter how much her mind spins. Then she remembers his deflection. “Kate, we can talk about that later…” His words echo in her head.

Cupboards noisily open and close in the kitchen while utensils clink. Eventually, the scent of bacon fills the air. Kate waits anxiously. If she is to be with him, there is so much she needs to ask, so much she needs to know. 

Sebastian returns several minutes later, carrying a plate of food and a cup of water. Still clad only in his undershorts, Kate studies his upper body in closer detail. He has freckles everywhere, which she finds charming. His torso is lean - chiseled and athletic; it is clear that he takes care of his body. His back, however, is a complete contradiction. 

Kate accepts the bacon and buttered toast as Sebastian places the glass on the nightstand next to her. He kisses the top of her head, then strolls out of the room to retrieve his own plate. Her eyes follow his marred back as he steps back into the hallway. She debates how to address what she wants to ask as he disappears from view. Where to even start?

“Your kitchen is lovely, Kate,” Sebastian compliments as he walks back into the room, clambering into bed while balancing his plate. “I hope you like the food. I know it’s simple, but I just wanted to make something quickly. I don’t know when you last ate, but for me, it was quite some time ago.” He chuckles quietly. “I’m starving.”

“It’s such a treat to have breakfast in bed. No one ever serves me. I do everything on my own here,” Kate replies, biting into the toast. “So, thank you. Thank you for the breakfast… and for the reminder that I don’t have to be on my own.”

Sebastian eats a slice of bacon, contemplating her words. When he speaks, his tone is genuine and kind. “No, you don’t have to be alone. Not anymore. I want to be with you... I mean it.” He brings her hand to his lips. “I know I haven’t been all that transparent with you about my own background yet, but I want to know everything about you.” 

“And I you,” Kate replies, sipping some water.

While they eat, there are several moments in which neither of them talks. 

Sebastian eventually breaks the ice again. “I know your family doesn’t live near here. Do you… feel lonely on your own?”

Kate exhales. “I have a lot of friends and a large extended family, so I know I’m not truly alone, but… No one I’m close to lives near me.” She hesitates. Her eyes are cast down when she admits, “Yes. I’m lonely. I’m lonely all the time. It’s hard to live on my own. Really, really hard.”

Sebastian nods. “I can relate. I’ve been alone for a long time.”

Kate takes a breath, knowing this conversation might be difficult. He had mentioned that his parents had passed, as well as his sister. She then asks, “Why don’t you tell me about your family, Sebastian?”

He sighs, and there is a pause. He can’t keep stalling or hiding. Kate is already asking questions. It was inevitable, after all. “My family…” he begins, avoiding looking at her. “...it’s complicated.” He white-knuckles the plate, his face growing a little red. Slowly taking a breath, he meets her eyes. His voice breaks when he admits, “The truth is, Kate, that I don’t have a family.”

Kate didn’t realize that he truly didn’t have any family left. “Sebastian, I’m so sorry.” She pauses, taking his hand again. “Would you be willing to… to tell me more?”

Sebastian is slightly trembling as he shakes his head. “I… I can’t,” he whispers, tearing up. “Kate, you seem so loving… and kind… and caring… and if I tell you more, it’s going to ruin something as wonderful as we have, even in this short amount of time…”

“Why would telling me about your family ruin everything?” Confused, her hand tightens over his.

“I…” He sighs. “If I speak the truth to you, Kate, it will change how you think of me.” His next words come out very softly. “I don’t want to lose you. I mean it when I say I want to be with you, for us to have a future together. This isn’t the right time…”

“But I want to know. I should know,” Kate gently insists. “Sebastian, we can’t build any kind of relationship without honesty or not really knowing each other. Please.” She looks at him with so much concern, kindness, and compassion. 

“Kate…” He hesitates, his eyes drawn down to the bed. He wants to keep her safe from the truth about his past, but she deserves to know - and to be able to make a decision for herself once she does. Sebastian takes a deep breath. “My family is dead. Every single person. And it’s all because of me.” A tear falls, impossible to hold back. “I was too young to save my parents - only ten years old. But still, I can’t help but believe I could have done something.” He sighs. “It happened so suddenly. It was like any other day. My da and mum - they were in the cellar, reading and studying… No one knew there was a gas leak. It was impossible to detect.” He pauses. “Even today, I still can’t understand how something so mundane could have ended them. They were so intelligent and brave. If I hadn’t been outside playing with Anne… If I had checked in with them sooner instead of getting distracted… Maybe they wouldn’t have died.”

The dam has broken, and Sebastian begins to sob. She pulls him close, holding him tight against her chest and allowing him to cry on her shoulder. She traces a finger along his spine soothingly. 

“You can’t possibly blame yourself,” she murmurs. “You couldn’t have helped it…”

“But there’s more. Far more,” he argues. 

A few moments later, he pulls away, wiping his face. Everything within him is screaming that he should lie, to keep this sweet, good woman in his life, but he knows he cannot keep the truth to himself any longer. Sebastian’s eyes roam over her face, savoring what might be the final few moments she accepts him. 

He holds his fist to his mouth. “I’m not the person you think I am, Kate.” His expression is filled with guilt and grief. “I’m… I’m a criminal.”

Kate shrinks back. With an edge of fear, she whispers, “What?”

Sebastian’s eyes grow watery again. He can already tell - just from the tone of her one word response - that it’s all over. He hangs his head, dejected. “It’s true. When I was in my fifth year at Hogwarts, I used an Unforgivable on my uncle - the killing curse. I… I was arrested and taken to Azkaban.” His throat tightens, and even breathing feels painful. 

Kate’s eyes grow wide. Her mind is racing - absolutely racing. “You… you were in Azkaban?!” she asks, pulling the covers tighter to her body. She begins to wonder if she needs to be careful around him, though he never seemed dangerous - not until this moment.

Sebastian nods slowly, a tear slipping out as he sees how frightened Kate becomes. “I understand what you are thinking right now.” He lets out a sigh. “But… I want you to know that I didn’t want to k- kill my uncle. I didn’t mean it. Please, you have to trust me.”

Her jaw drops as she considers a response. Trust him? How can I? What do I even know about curses? She is quickly transported back to Hogwarts, taking notes during one of Professor Hecat’s lectures regarding the Unforgivables. As someone who hates conflict and was always reluctant to participate in duels, Kate was never considered a strong student in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but despite the many years that have now passed, she still remembers her teacher’s words. Kate echoes them: “In order to cast any of the Unforgivables, you have to really mean it…” She trails off. The logical part of her brain warns her that he is a killer and that saying more could potentially jeopardize her safety. At the same time, her heart weeps for the romance lost, the ghost of what could have been already haunting her.

“My uncle tried to kill me, Kate. I didn’t want to use that curse. I didn’t want to bury him. But what else could I have done? I had no choice. Please, you have to understand…”

“Why would your uncle want to kill you?” 

Sebastian’s face contorts as he shakes his head miserably, already giving up. He mutters, “It’s a long story, and I don’t imagine you will even care to listen to all of it. I won’t force you; it’s a lost cause, anyway. I know you will never want to see me again after this.” He pauses to see if she will disagree with what he said, but she remains silent. It’s over. It’s already fucking over. “My Uncle Solomon became our guardian when our parents died. Some years later, like I already told you, my sister, Anne, was cursed… and I was trying to find a cure for her because my uncle had completely given up. I was her only hope. So… I… dabbled in Dark magic, trying to fight fire with fire.” His jaw clenches. “My uncle found out I was practicing illegal spells and studying the Dark arts. He accused me of wanting to actually become a Dark wizard. He always hated me, Kate. He… attacked me.” He sniffles. “I swear to you, I was just trying to save my sister, but… I failed. I couldn’t save her or my parents. Not only that, I’m a- a murderer.” His voice breaks, and he averts his wet eyes.

“Honestly, I’m nothing but a monster,” he mutters, grimacing. “You won’t want to associate with me anymore, but… I need you to know that it felt so good to be with you, even for just one night. It really did, Kate. You’re one of a kind. You’re an angel. Caring and good-hearted and witty and funny… and beautiful. So beautiful. You deserve better than to be stuck with me. I’m… not worthy of you. Not at all.”

Kate’s heart feels as though it is crumbling into a million tiny pieces. Her eyes fill with tears. “I really don’t know what to say, Sebastian. You… you didn’t portray yourself accurately when we met. I just thought you were like… anybody else, really. I mean, I don’t usually begin getting to know someone by asking if they’ve murdered someone… I had no reason to believe that about you. I never would have thought you had killed someone and went to Azkaban for it...” Defeated, she stares off into space for a while before continuing. “I don’t know you that well. Maybe not at all. You charmed me into believing that we are… like a destined pair of lovers. Are you… trying to manipulate me somehow? Take advantage of me? Am I a fool?” She closes her eyes, cringing. Sebastian watches a tear smoothly glide down her cheek. “Bloody hell, I never do this. I never take men home! Merlin, I am a fool!” She shamefully buries her face in her hands. 

Sebastian fixes his eyes on the floor, the weight of her words looming over him. “You’re not a fool. You were just… kind, not judging me so quickly like everyone else. And it meant everything to me, Kate. Truly.” He carefully places his hand on her shoulder. She flinches, and he draws back, wounded.

 “Why… why didn’t you just tell me about your background upfront?”

“Kate, come on. You wouldn’t have given me a chance at all if you knew right away about how terrible my past is. Don’t deny it,” he replies.

Kate nods, acknowledging the truth. She would have immediately dismissed him, had she known. 

 “I just… wanted a chance to try to build something good for once,” he explains desperately. “I’m lonely. I’m so lonely. I have no one...” 

Her vision blurs, and she can taste her own salty tears on her lips. I’m lonely, too…

“Kate… please… is there any way I can earn your trust?” 

She wipes her eyes, shaking her head. Almost inaudibly, she murmurs, “I don’t know, Sebastian… I don’t know.” 

He lets out a shaky breath.

After a minute of sitting quietly and listening to the birds outside, she finally asks in a neutral tone, “Do you still practice Dark magic?”

“I will not lie to you. Yes. Yes, Kate, I do. I can’t explain it fully to you, but… I need it. I know you may not understand... I try to avoid it, but I need that magic.” I can’t tell her about my job… it’s too classified to share with someone who isn’t committed or close to me. It would endanger her, and me, and the mission. She’s not going to be around much longer anyway. This is a lost cause… just a fucking one-night stand after all… but Merlin help me, I want more… I need her…

“Then I can’t. I can’t be with someone that practices Dark magic. I just can’t. It goes against everything I believe,” she replies. Her throat is burning, more tears threatening to overwhelm her. “I… I don’t want a life like that. I always thought finding love would… feel warm. A- and it did… until… S- Sebastian, I…” her voice breaks as she now starts to weep. “I thought you wanted the same things I do, but… I guess I am wrong.”

Sebastian’s face is twisted with guilt. Softly, he replies, “No, you aren’t wrong, Kate. I want to have a loving family and find genuine happiness, just like you. I do want the same future.” He considers for a moment how he might yet convince her, but he is starting to feel like it’s pointless. 

“I am so confused,” Kate admits, wiping at her face and trying to get a grip on the situation. “You had me completely convinced that we were meant to be together. We… had an instant connection. Great conversation. Your sense of humor is like mine, and I’m… I’m so attracted to you. The sex - it was mind-blowing.” She sighs heavily, her gaze pleading. “Is there… is there really nothing I can say to convince you to stop using Dark magic, Sebastian?”

He answers quickly. “Kate, I want to be with you. I swear I wasn’t trying to manipulate you. I share the same feelings. We are meant to be together - I cannot explain it, but I know it’s true. And you know it, too,” Sebastian whispers desperately. “I just… I can’t stop practicing Dark magic. I’m so sorry.” He sighs, his expression already filled with regret. He bows his head, running his hand through his hair. “There’s… nothing you can do. Not unless you’re willing to give this a chance, even knowing what you do.”

Kate nods, looking away. She bites her lip unwittingly until she tastes blood.

Several moments pass, and it is very quiet.

“You a- aren’t really an Auror, are you?” she asks in a shaky voice, needing to know what is true and what is not.

“No, not exactly, but from a certain point of view, perhaps,” he whispered, and then his expression became more serious. “I made a deal with the Ministry - well, I was forced to - in order to stay out of Azkaban. I… can’t tell you much more. I work with Aurors in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but I am not really one of them. I… never even graduated from Hogwarts. I don’t have the credentials to be an Auror.” 

“And you don’t live in Feldcroft either, do you?”

Sebastian shakes his head. “No, I don’t live there. That’s where my uncle lived. It was the last permanent home I had.” His voice trembles as he continues on. “I don’t really even have a home, Kate.” 

Her heart aches at the betrayal, yet she still feels pity towards him. “Did you lie about everything?” 

“No. I never lied about having a connection with you, Kate.” His tone is genuine. “Merlin, you are the most caring person I’ve ever met, and I hate that you feel like I’ve taken advantage of that - like you can’t trust me. Please believe me: I never lied about my feelings for you, Kate. I just… didn’t have the courage to tell you about my past. I knew it would ruin everything. I think I wanted… maybe I wanted… to just pretend for a while that someone like you might actually care about someone like me.” 

Defeatedly, he whispers, “I guess I will never stop paying for what I did when I was a kid. Never. Nothing I do will ever make it better. I’m destined to be punished for the rest of my life. And now I will lose you, the only person who has shown me kindness and given me a chance in many years. I got my hopes up, thinking you could be the-” he stops himself mid-sentence, debating his choice of words and deciding he might as well say it, since he probably will never see Kate again anyway. “I… really believed you might be the one. But now I understand that meeting you was yet another punishment from the gods. I don’t deserve love.”

Kate exhales slowly, weeping because of her own broken heart but also his. “But I really, truly believe we have a connection, Sebastian. I don’t know what it is about you, but there is something there.” A tear falls from her eye. “I respect myself too much, though, to be with someone who lies to me, and I can’t get past the Dark arts. It goes completely against my beliefs and my family’s beliefs.” She sighs in defeat. “I feel sorry for what you have been through, Sebastian, but… I can’t compromise my own moral code.” She gazes at him through puffy eyes. “If… If you were ever to change your mind about Dark magic, maybe we would have a chance...”

Accepting defeat, he murmurs, “I understand.” He moves to stand up from the bed, glancing at Kate once more. “I… I want to thank you. For giving me a chance. No one ever does that. You gave me an opportunity to find some happiness.” He pauses, choking back a sob. “It meant a great deal to me.”

Kate’s expression is full of despair. She blinks back more tears as he puts on his clothing. She knows she should look away, but she can’t bear to do so. Soon, he’ll leave, and she’ll never see him again. “Sebastian, last night was the best date I’ve had in quite some time. It’s hard to admit sometimes, but I’m so lonely. I’m really so lonely here. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. We could have been something. I believe that.”

Kate’s words are yet another harsh blow. Sebastian freezes momentarily. “I’m sorry you feel lonely like that, Kate. I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He sniffles, then pulls his trousers up around his hips. “You have no idea how much I wanted us to be something more. I truly hoped that this would have been the beginning of something wonderful.” Sebastian wandlessly summons the rest of his clothing from the living room. His shirt, vest, socks, and shoes float through the doorway, hovering in the air before him.

It feels strange to have this conversation naked, so Kate awkwardly rises and scurries to the closet to find a robe. It’s quiet as they dress, both of them contemplating the utter misery of the situation and what they should say to each other.

She slowly approaches him as he buttons his vest. “Sebastian, we were supposed to meet. I don’t know why, but I feel it in my bones. If only we had met when we were younger, when life was… less complicated…”

Sebastian musters a sorrowful smile. “Maybe fate will lead our paths to cross again.” He doesn’t really believe it. Heartbreak is the only constant in his life.

Very gently, Kate takes his hands in hers and feels that sensation all over again - the electric one - when his calloused fingers brush against her soft skin. “Maybe.” She sighs, staring at their joined hands. “Sebastian… Your past does not designate all there will ever be for you in your future. And… if someday you willingly let go of the darkness, maybe I would…” she swallows painfully, “...still be here on my own. I… I could be your light, if you ever want to choose me instead. I m- mean… I am the sun princess after all.” She smiles weakly, trying to ease the tension, as she squeezes his hands, her voice breaking.

Sebastian’s eyes grow watery yet again, touched by her words and attempt at humor. “You have such a pure soul, sunshine,” he tells her softly, meeting her smile with a sad one of his own. “I want you to know that you already did me good. In just one night, you gave me a little break from the world I live in. Now I have a reason - a push to get better.”

He lets go of her hands, and Kate reaches out, attempting to take them once more. “Please don’t go, Sebastian… I… I could h-” When he looks at her in disbelief and pity, she stops herself, realizing she sounds desperate. She is embarrassing herself. Her eyes travel to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispers regretfully, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I… I really don’t want to leave you. Not in this way…” Sebastian sighs, still standing in front of her. “I hate this so much.”

They spend a moment quietly gazing upon each other, memorizing the moment, knowing they may never see each other again.

“I wish you w- well,” she chokes out as she walks him out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and then into the living room. Soon, they hover at the front door. “I… I suppose this is goodbye.”

Sebastian’s hand rises to caress her cheek as he looks upon her one last time. “I am so sorry, Kate. I will never forget you and your kindness. My sunshine.” He leans down to kiss her forehead as a sob escapes her. “Please, take care of yourself. You deserve the entire world, love.” He knows that word makes Kate uncomfortable, but it may be his last opportunity to tell her how he feels. Then, he whispers, “Goodbye.” 

Sebastian opens the door and gazes at her one final time, his eyes filled with tears of misery, shame, and regret. He steps outside and, just like that, disappears from Kate’s life.

[brokenmenswhore]

I hate to do asks but like just imagine this! At hogwarts there is a group that’s kinda like a polyamorous relationship but just for s*x and it’s like slytherin and gryffindor students and they decided they wanted someone from like a year younger so they start to slowly talk to innocent reader to get them comfortable around them before starting to get touchy with her (maybe she is a hufflepuff? That’s my house)

i’m a hufflepuff too 🫶🏻 thanks for feeling comfy enough to send me this ask if you don’t usually like doing that!

a proposition | poly!marauders

#1

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)

warnings: none!

a/n: i don’t even realize my sirius favoritism until i proofread a poly story and i’m like damn okay then WHORE

a proposition: masterlist

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Everyone knew about it.

Even though it wasn’t spoken of in the presence of the students not involved, everyone knew about it.

It wasn’t exactly a polyamorous relationship, because a relationship implies more than just physicality, which is what it was. It was purely for sex.

It was started, of course, by Sirius Black. He had a casanova reputation, and after a while, he started looking to the same group of girls when he was in the mood. His best friend, Remus, unknowingly slept with quite a few of the same girls, and a lot of those girls slept with each other.

James didn’t have as much sex as his two best friends, but he quickly became involved. After a while, a group was established.

All of the students involved knew one another well, and were all somewhat close friends that had not romantic desires toward one another, but unashamed lust. It was a sex positive group, and was essentially just a group of students who fucked each other whenever.

Despite the unofficial, non-relationship standing, they all agreed to only have sex with each other. If they wanted to add someone into the group, they all had to agree to it. So, in a way, it was a relationship, but, in a way, it wasn’t. There wasn’t really a label on what it was, but it worked for them.

Everyone in the group was in the same year at Hogwarts, so they all related to each other well.

However, a few of them began to crave something new- someone not so in line with everyone.

Everyone sat in the Gryffindor common room at an hour late enough that most others were asleep. James sat on the floor, his back resting between Dorcas’s legs as she played with his hair, tying small braids from the curly strands.

“We wanna bring something up,” James said.

“We’re doing we’s now?” Sirius scolded, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“I just mean, there’s something Dorcas and I talked about, and now I’m talking about it with all of you,” James clarified.

“Fair enough, what’s up?” Mary asked.

“I’m wondering how everyone here would feel about inviting someone new into the group.”

Everyone looked around the room at one another, attempting to gage the energy of everyone else before speaking their own opinions.

“I vote we should bring in someone younger,” Evan added.

“Younger like what? Like wouldn’t that be weird?” Remus asked.

“No, idiot, like a year under us,” Evan retorted.

“Where the fuck are we gonna find someone a year younger than us who would be down to do this?” Mary questioned.

Sirius flicked a spark off of his cigarette, clearing his throat and sitting forward a bit. “I have someone in mind.”

“Has everyone been trying to scope out prospects? Am I the only one who hasn’t thought about inviting in anyone new?” Alecto asked.

There was another shared look, and everyone shrugged. They had all thought about a change.

“Who’d you have in mind, Sirius?” Dorcas brought the attention back to his statement.

“There’s this hufflepuff a year below us, seems super innocent though,” Sirius said, taking a quick hit of smoke, “blushes every time I look at her.”

“Is she hot?” Remus asked.

“No, I’m proposing we all fuck her because she’s not hot,” Sirius snapped, his voice laced with evident sarcasm.

Sirius told them your name, and a few of them already knew who you were.

“She’s super cute!” Dorcas exclaimed, “I’m super down for that. Anyone disagree?”

Everybody was on board with the idea.

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“Go on, then.”

James turned to Sirius and Remus, saying, “why does it have to be me? You go do it.”

“Fine,” Sirius replied, “Remus, go talk to her.”

Remus threw his hands up. “What happened to being set on making James do it?”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. “She’s not gonna be sitting at that table forever. You nervous or somethin’?”

“No,” Remus quickly replied, “this is just, I don’t know, weird.”

“How’s it weird?”

“Because I’m about to go interrupt the poor girl in order to talk to her with the intention of later asking her to fuck me and all my friends,” Remus explained, “I don’t know, it’s just a weird thing to do.”

“Fuckin’ hell, I can’t stand you two,” Sirius said, flicking a spark off of his cigarette and walking over to you. He sat down across the table from you, watching you intently as you scribbled notes off a textbook.

You didn’t look up because you didn’t even consider that he was sitting near you for a reason.

“Hey.”

You looked up, and Sirius was looking directly at you. The familiar tint of red crept into your cheeks. “Hi.”

He took a drag of his cigarette, kicking his feet up onto the table. “Seen you around quite a bit.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his lips as they wrapped around the cigarette.

“We do go to the same school,” you quipped, smiling to show it was lighthearted.

Sirius smirked, happy you were responding well to him. “I usually don’t get on with anyone that isn’t in my year.”

“Why talk to me then?” you asked.

“Don’t know,” Sirius said, swinging his feet off the table and leaning his torso over the table a bit, “guess somethin’ just caught my eye.”

He knew his flirtations would make you blush, and they did just that. You smiled as you tilted your head back down, pretending to look over your notes in an attempt to calm yourself.

Sirius’s smile only widened watching you squirm under his gaze. “Whatcha studying?”

“Fwoopers,” you responded, “but understanding seems to evade me sometimes.”

“You know who’s super smart? My friend James.”

“Wh-“ before you could even stop him, Sirius signaled over James, who approached you with Remus in tow.

“This is James, James, say hi.”

James sighed. “I’m not a dog, Sirius, unlike some people.”

“Funny,” Sirius retorted, “do you think you could help my new friend with some Care of Magical Creatures work?”

“Oh, I don’t- I’m all good, I-“

“Course,” James lit up, sitting down directly next to you, “lemme see.”

He pulled the textbook toward him, familiarizing himself with what you were reading as Remus took a seat next to Sirius.

You watched a few girls walk past your table, shooting you dirty looks when they noticed that the boys were otherwise occupied with you. Sirius, Remus, and James has grown to be quite popular, and them speaking with a random, younger Hufflepuff was odd. Remus noticed your shift in energy.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just- I’m a year under you, I can’t do your schoolwork for you or anything.”

Sirius furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why would we want you to do our schoolwork?”

“I don’t know, is that not why you’re all talking to me?”

James diverted his attention from your textbook, looking at you in understanding. He felt a pant of guilt for springing everyone on you at once, and a pang of sadness for the fact you didn’t think they would actually want to talk to you just because.

“You forget James is top of his class,” Sirius said, but James didn’t think the mood called for quips. He shot Sirius a look, taking over the conversation.

“We’re sorry if we came off a little strong,” he started, “we all just wanted to say hey. We see you around a lot and think you’re cute, it’s as simple as that.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly turning weak.

Sirius was smiling and relaxing back into the chair, amused to high hell with how innocent and blushy you were from such a small little compliment. He was so happy he suggested you.

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The following day, Remus and Lily caught you walking down a corridor during your free period.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” you asked, directing the question toward Remus as they caught up to you.

“Didn’t feel like going,” Remus said, nonchalant.

“You can’t just not go,” you laughed, assuming he wasn’t serious.

“Be careful with this one,” Lily said to you, gesturing to Remus, “he’s a horrible influence. You wouldn’t have caught me dead skipping a lecture last year. He can be very persuasive.”

Something about the way she said it made you swallow hard, suddenly extremely aware of your presence and appearance.

“I’m Lily,” she finally introduced herself, throwing a piece of hair behind her shoulder. She was beautiful, and you became self conscious in her vicinity.

You didn’t respond, just smiled, so she took the opportunity to continue. “My friends and I are all headed to Hogsmeade later. You’re welcome to join if you want!”

“You’d want me to join?” you questioned.

“Don’t be silly, why not? Remus will be there too, and a ton of other really cool people.”

You contemplated your options. You had no reason to believe that Remus and Lily were not genuine in their invitation, and you were excited at the prospect of new friends. “Sure,” you responded.

Lily squealed and gave you a small hug. “I’ll go tell everyone you’re coming!”

“Why would you need-“

“Bye!”

Lily scrambled off down the hallway, leaving you alone with Remus.

“She tends to get excited,” Remus explained, “she’s the friendliest people-person I know. Can get quite annoying, actually.”

You giggled at his statement, and he took the opportunity to brush his hand against yours. You took it as an accident, so you didn’t even react, but then he intertwined his fingers with your own.

You didn’t retract your hand, but instead looked to where yours met his, and then looked at him. He continued looking forward, walking alongside you and not acknowledging what he did. He wanted to see if you would pull away on your own, but you didn’t. It felt comfortable.

You got ready for your trip with your new friends alone, since all of them were in Gryffindor or Slytherin and stuck to their respective common rooms. You caught Lily and Mary outside of their common room, and you walked with them down to Hogsmeade.

Now that you were outside of the castle walls, you noticed a shift in how everyone acted with one another. They were all very touchy, making sexual innuendos at each other and allowing themselves to have fun without restriction.

You followed as they immediately went to Honeydukes. Alecto informed you that Sirius had a serious sweet tooth, and always made everyone go there as the very first stop on their trips. No one complained, though, because they all wanted to anyway.

As you all exited the shop, Dorcas made a show of sucking her lollipop, staring Evan in the eyes as she did so. You felt your cheeks go hot, almost feeling like you saw something you shouldn’t have.

The next stop was the Three Broomsticks, and James saw your confusion as you reached the entrance.

“You okay?” he asked you.

“Yeah, just- didn’t you all just get a whole bunch of sweets?”

James laughed, “and?”

You smiled toward him. “Fair enough.”

“We don’t like to shy away from the pleasure of life, darling,” Dorcas said, imitating a very english accent. Everyone laughed in unison at her impression.

You all crowded around a table, and you remained silent, your hands in your lap for fear of obstructing the space Sirius had to your left and Mary had to your right.

You listened intently as everyone joked and talked about their current courses and professors, when suddenly a question was directed at you.

“So tell me, which professor do you like the least? I just know it’s Professor Bins. I mean, you’re crazy if you don’t say Bins,” Lily said.

“If I had to pick, sure,” you said.

“He’s never done anything to drive you crazy?”

“I mean, there was this one time he assigned so much work over the holiday that someone threw a desk out the window,” you started.

“Wait what? What exactly happened?” Lily asked, enthusiastic that you were finally opening up.

“It was just all textbook readings and analysis, especially about the Ministry and MACUSA and all that, and he said it had to be done by the time we came back from holiday. A few students protested, and he just got more and more angry until someone stood up, picked up a desk, and chucked it out the window. It happened so fast I don’t think anyone had the time to levitate it before it hit the ground.”

Everyone chuckled at the story, and you felt at ease now that you were becoming more and more comfortable with the group.

“And did he…”

“Faint from sheer stress? Oh absolutely,” you added, smiling as you spoke, your posture adjusting to mimic your growing comfort.

You didn’t catch it, but Sirius and Remus exchanged a look, nodding their heads upward at one another as Sirius gently placed his hand on your thigh.

Your body jolted a slight bit as you flinched, startled by the unfamiliar feeling. Sirius immediately pulled his hand away, but you turned to him, and spoke low enough that only he could hear. “It’s okay, you can leave it there.”

Sirius put his hand back, resting it low on your thigh. As time went on, and you continued talking, he began to rub his thumb on your leg. It felt unfamiliar, but soothing and intimate.

Of course you were attracted to the people at the table: they were all insanely attractive and kind to you, but you hadn’t felt this feeling before. Someone was touching you, and so intimately, and it was doing something to you.

Sirius began to slowly creep his hand upward, rubbing your inner thigh under your skirt, only a few inches away from your most sensitive area.

You shuddered and your breathing hitched in your throat, but you didn’t stop him.

You were suddenly snapped back to reality when you noticed everyone watching you. You looked around the table, slightly embarrassed and slightly confused.

“We have a proposition for you,” James said.

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reasonless hatred - george weasley x snape!reader

summary: severus snape's daughter causes him nothing but chaos, hatred where love should be in their relationship. but she is finally given a real reason to hate her father, and she decides to give him one to hate her too. wc: 2.6k+

Severus Snape’s daughter was nothing like her father.

For one, she was beautiful. For two, she sucked at potions. But the thing that made people at Hogwarts realise she wasn’t like her father from the very start? She fought with him nearly every potions lesson they’d had since first year.

It wasn’t too bad at the beginning, with little snippy comments here and there. But as the years went on, it was clear you tolerated your father invading your personal space less and less, so your attitude only worsened by the day. It wasn’t as though you were just being a rebellious, moody teenager though. No, it was the fact that Severus Snape was a terrible father. He strolled into the Slytherin common room whenever he pleased, making sure you had completed your homework and had studied for tests. He stared at you relentlessly at meal times, watching as you enjoyed your time with your friends. He kept tabs on your friends in other houses, sneering whenever he saw you around a hufflepuff student, or worse, a Weasley. He was observant, and listened for rumours through the grapevine, aware of any romantic encounters you had.

But what annoyed you the most? He picked on you during lessons.

“Who can tell me the use of a valerian root in the draught of living death?” Snape inhaled deeply, scanning the room. He frowned. You weren’t raising your hand. In fact, you seemed to busy scribbling down notes he had read out five minutes ago. “Ms. Snape.”

Your head shot up from your paper, and some students smiled at the irritated look on your face. They already knew what this would mean; they were about to have front row seats to a Snape v. Snape brawl.

“You couldn’t pick on anyone else!?”

Your father raises his eyebrows, stating monotonously “You didn’t raise your hand.”

“Exactly! Did you not see how many people did!?”

“I want to know if you know the answer.”

You dropped your quill on your desk, sending ink splatters across the page of your notebook. Slowly, you reached over to close the bottle of ink. Taking a deep breath in, you glanced back up at your vexing father. “I don’t.”

“You should. I taught you.”

“Well sorry I fucking forgot!” Laughter rippled across the room, and people looked eagerly to see what Professor Snape would do next, particularly at the sight of you packing your things up. A call of your name caused you to stiffen, eyes widening as you glared at your father. Your desk mate spluttered next to you, surprised that he had dared to use your first name in front of your peers.

“Sit down and make sure to meet me in detention at 4.”

You laughed whole-heartedly, mockingly, your hands folded over your stomach as you doubled over momentarily. “What, to spend more time with you? No thank you.” And with that you strutted out of class, ignoring the near desperate calls of your name. Snape wasn’t able to wrap up the chaos in his classroom after that, so he let his students go, sighing deeply as he wondered how his relationship with you had gone so wrong.

You didn’t speak to your father one on one until the summer holidays rolled around. You met him at the entrance hall of hogwarts, speaking with the weasley twins when he entered the room, summoning you with a single call of your name. You had rolled your eyes and hugged the twins goodbye, making them promise to keep in touch with you over the holidays. They did.

But apparently, you shouldn’t have asked them to make that promise, because after a quick drop off home, Snape was telling you to pack anything from home you might need over the summer, because you were going to be staying somewhere else.

Nº12 Grimmauld Place.

Angry with your father’s lack of notice, you entered the grim mansion with low expectations, but you immediately perked up at the sound of your favourite twins, lost deep within the house's endless rooms. Ditching your luggage at the entrance, your feet immediately took you towards the sound of their voices, stopping at the door of the kitchen, when you finally laid your eyes on them.

“Well it’s about time.” “We thought you’d never make it.”

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the tall twins, and you ignored just about everyone else in the kitchen as you squealed, arms wide open, running straight into the closest one’s arms. George laughed joyously, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, just enough to spin you around in a quick circle. You were already dizzy when your feet touched the ground again, but Fred was already slamming into you with a rib-crushing hug.

When you were finally released, you had a stupid grin on your face, and you kindly greeted their mother with that same smile. “Sirius, Tonks, this is y/n, she’s Snape’s daughter. Remus, you’re already familiar.”

“Hiya Professor Lupin.”

Both jaws dropped animatedly as you greeted your old professor. They couldn’t believe it. They had just seen a normal teenage girl run in with the widest of smiles to greet her best friends, only for them to find out her father was the man they had never seen drop the frown from his face?

Snape appeared in the kitchen’s doorway with your luggage by his side, and his usual frown. “Leaving your things lying around is disrespectful.”

“Bloody hell, a girl can’t say hello to someone without being scolded.”

He sighed, turning his attention to Sirius, whose scowl had returned to his face. “Where is she staying?” But before Sirius could speak, you were talking again. “She? Like me alone? Without you?” Though you tried to maintain neutral, there was hope in your tone that couldn’t be denied.

“Alone. I’m going to be working for majority of the time, into the nights as well. Dumbledore insisted it’s not safe for you to be alone.” There was a pang in your chest at his words. Dumbledore cared more about your safety than he did. You nodded. Sirius stood up, having seen the sudden change of look on your face. “I’ll show her up.”

Your father nodded, spinning on his heels and disappearing down the hallway. The front door opened then slammed shut, without so much as a goodbye. Clearing your throat uncomfortably, you looked back at the twins, a smile tugging at your lips again.

It was going to be a good summer.

“We’ll come up with you.” They said in sync, following you and Sirius down the hallway. As you reached the bottom of the staircase, George snatched your luggage from you, instantly lifting it and beginning his trek up the stairs. You hummed, failing to notice the smile on Sirius’s face. “You’ll be in here.” Sirius mumbled, knocking on the door twice. You furrowed your eyebrows, but a familiar voice called out “Come in!” and you weren’t so worried anymore.

Hermione was sat on a large queen bed, her back leaning on the headboard. Ron was sat at the foot of the bed, his head rolled back on the wall. They seemed to be having a hushed conversation. Hermione smiled widely at the sight of you, jumping up from her place on the bed.

“You’re here!”

“I’m sorry, am I the only one who wasn’t aware I was going to be coming?” You asked as you pulled the younger girl into a hug. “It seems that way. Mrs. Weasley told us when we got here.” You hummed, making space for George to roll your luggage into the room. When he did, he swung a lazy arm over your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. “You two can have your privacy, this one’s going to be in our room until the late night hours.” You crinkled your nose at the suggestive but joking way he said it, letting him dragging you out of the room and down the hall.

“Thank you Mr. Sirius!” You called out. Sirius was flabbergasted, and he looked back into the room to the two teenagers he trusted the most in this house. “Do we like her?” Sirius asked in a stage whisper, and both Hermione and Ron nodded in sync.

“We love her. We hate her father. She does too.”

Sirius trusted the words that had come out of Hermione’s mouth, yet he couldn’t bring himself to believe you truly hated your father until he saw it for himself. Luckily for him, it was only the next night when signs of your torn relationship began showing.

You were sat in the kitchen with Fred, George and Sirius, giggling at one of their silly stories whilst you sipped at a cup of tea before bed. You really enjoyed spending time in the kitchen. It seemed to be the most lived in, and Mrs. Weasley had clearly made an impression on it, bringing her homeyness into the otherwise cold mansion. You didn’t mind it though. It had people, which was more than you could say about your own house.

Busy admiring George as he recalled bits of the story, you barely caught the pointed look Fred shot your look of appreciation. You glared at him quickly and Sirius laughed — not because of George’s story. The doorway to the kitchen was suddenly occupied, and you barely caught sight of your father brooding. You stiffened up, looking at him with a blank stare.

“Have you eaten?” You nodded wordlessly to answer his question, noticing how all chatter in the kitchen came to a pause. “Have you started your homework?”

“Homework?” You scoffed in amusement, furrowing your eyebrows at him to say ‘you can’t be serious’.

“You have N.E.W.Ts this year.”

“It’s the first day of summer holiday.”

“Don’t waste your time doing nothing.”

“I’m not planning on it. We’ve decided to go swimming tomorrow.” Sirius nearly chuckled at your sassy tone.

“That’s not what I meant. Focus on your studies.”

“None of my bloody teachers have set me any homework!”

“I have.” You rolled your eyes, mumbling a response under your breath as you turned your gaze to the wooden table. “What was that?” Snape snapped, and your head shot back in his direction.

“I said of course you did! That’s why none of your students like you!”

“Excuse me for wanting my students to pass.”

“Then how come so many of them are failing?” Snape huffed in the doorway, and Sirius saw the way his fingers twitched in annoyance.

“You won’t see me for a couple of days.” It was only when he apparated away that you mumbled “Good”, shoving your chin to rest on your closed fist.

“Is everything okay in here? I heard arguing?” Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared in the exact spot your father had just disappeared from, a concerned look on your face. “Snape.” You replied in unison with the twins, and Molly wiped her hands down on the skirt of her dress, walking into the kitchen to place her caring hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” You nodded, busying yourself by tracing shapes on the dark wood.

Molly hesitated, glancing at her two sons who just shook their heads. She sighed, leaving the room. George swayed to the side, gently pushing you with the force of his body. “Oh, lighten up. Two days without him is great!”

“We will go swimming though, right?” George grinned, hand gripping the bottom of your chair to drag it closer to his. You squealed, throwing your arms up in surprise, but relaxed as his arm settled around your shoulders.

“This behaviour keeps up with his track record.” Sirius muttered, mostly to himself. “What, you mean, just the fact that he’s been a grump all his life?” Sirius shrugged at your question, adding “Well yeah, and there’s the fact that… You know.”

You exchanged looks with the twins, shaking your head. “Nope.” “The war…” Sirius hinted, squinted his eyes. At the blank stares he received, his eyes widened. You didn’t know. About your father being a death-eater. “Never mind.”

“Well, now you’ve got to tell us.”

“I shouldn’t”

“Well you brought it up, so you should.”

Sirius chuckled, your teenage girl stubbornness and logic reminding him of his old school friends. But his amusement didn’t last long. How was he supposed to tell a girl her father worked for Voldemort once upon a time?

“It’s not my place to say.”

“If it’s about my father, I deserve to know.”

He didn’t want to risk Mrs. Weasley being disappointed in him. Oh well. “He used to work for He Who Must Not Be Named. He has the mark.” The sharp intake of breath that came from you was loud, and your eyes widened in shock. “You promise?”

“I prom- I, yeah, I’ve seen it.” You pushed your chair back with a loud scrape, and looked at the ground to avoid having them see the tears gradually filling in your eyes as you put your mug in the sink. Silently, you fled the room, holding in the tears until you slammed the door to your room shut. Sitting on your bed, you sniffled loudly, only accepting the fact that tears were falling down your cheeks when you realised that Hermione wasn’t in the room.

You jumped when the door creaked open, wiping at your eyes frantically, but you softened up when you saw it was only George, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m coming in, you know.” You managed to laugh between sobs, patting the empty space next to you on the bed. George climbed up, opening his arms so you could fall into his chest, trying to ease your breathing. “I can’t believe it.” You admitted to him, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry. Sirius is too. He didn’t mean to upset you.” “I’m glad he told me.” You hiccuped, pulling away to look at George. He was so sweet to you, and he looked so worried about you, concerned for your wellbeing. “I’ll get over it in like five minutes, don’t worry.” George chuckled, watching as you reached for your bed side table to grab a couple of tissues, blowing your nose wetly.

“At least I really have a reason to hate him now.”

“Should probably give him a real reason for him to hate you too.” You giggled at George’s words and moved to sit facing him, criss crossing your legs. “You know,” You started, an idea suddenly forming in your head. “There’s not a single student in our year group he hates to teach more than you and your brother.” “Apart from you.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly kiss myself to spite him.” George straightened up at your words, his face falling into a serious expression. “Just to spite him?”

“Well, there’s other reasons I’d like to kiss you, but I’m using this one as an excuse.” You gasped as George lunged towards you to slam his lips onto yours, but the sound quickly turned into a moan of satisfaction as you gripped the soft cotton of his jumper. George’s lips moulded against yours, moving in a perfect rhythm before they were suddenly pulling away from you to take a panting breath of air.

You swallowed thickly, suddenly standing up. “Give me two minutes, I need to go thank Sirius.” And George sat in amazement as you skipped down the stairs and trudged into the kitchen. Sirius spun around from where he was washing the dishes, going completely still as you threw your arms around him and mumbled a grateful “Thank you.” Before you retraced your steps out of the kitchen and back up to stairs to take as many kisses from George as he would let you.

“What?” Sirius asked, mostly to himself, eyes glued to the doorway you had just walked out from. “Oh, I bet they kissed.”

And kissed you did. At least, until Hermione returned to the room and you had to push the boy off you.

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