#if u were ever to make a love potion u would need something from him as the secret ingredient to really succeed in the purest form of love

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hyunjin singing wa-r-r by colde, ice.cream by hyunjin, traitor by olivia rodrigo

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girl girl hear me out YAPPER GF X REGULUS!! Pls pls pls like u could do anything u wanted with them!!! I have a few ideas (take any or none)

May be she just walks up to him one day like clearly wanting to befriend him cuz she has a lil crush and just starts yapping about how the great hall had her fave pastry for breakfast today and he's so confused but also intrigued and then she starts sitting next to him in classes and asking him to hang out at hogsmead and she just yaps and sometimes she thinks may be he zones out but then he'll bring up this super niche detail she mentioned last time like "hey what happened to that quill you forgot in the potions lecture?"

they r already dating and she worries she's too much energy and talk for him and tries to be quiet and he's just like r u sick? R u mad at me? What's wrong u haven't gone on a 30 min description/rant about ur day

3. May be someone else brings up she talks a lot and Reggie defends her?

you guys really love your bubbly/talkative readers with Regulus, don't you? (so do i); thanks for your request!

Regulus Black x yapper!reader who didn't think he was actually listening

CW: fem!reader, rolling thoughts, brief mention of difficulty making friends, people talking about reader behind her back, swear words (on ellecdc? nooo [sarcasm])

Your family said that you had an incessant need to fill silence from the moment you could talk. 

“If there’s a room with our daughter in it, you can be certain that it won’t be quiet.” Your mum had proclaimed as she beamed at you lovingly one day.

While it was certainly a trait that your family had always found rather endearing, you felt that it made it particularly difficult making friends once you began attending Hogwarts. 

But the friends you managed to make loved you for it, and they had often stated “you can call her what you want but you can’t call her boring.” 

That didn’t mean your other classmates appreciated your stories or tangents, though. 

Which is how you ended up serving numerous detentions for speaking during class or lectures and disturbing the students around you, and how you’d been cycled through numerous seat partners in potions class. 

And that is how poor Regulus Black ended up stuck sharing a worktable with the likes of you.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. And if he did, well, he certainly never said anything about it.

You were quite sure he tuned you out during your rambles, hardly ever sparing you a glance and keeping his eyes trained on his parchment in front of him as he took dutiful notes during lectures.

Couldn’t be you, however.

No.

You were too busy lamenting about the fact that you couldn’t get more than twenty feet to the mooncalf herd up the hill behind the quidditch pitch before they would all run off. They only came out at night, you see, and you wanted to take some photos of them. Some photos turned into midnight picnics, and picnics turned into sharing apple slices by means of throwing them towards the bug-eyed beasts and watching them argue over the slice until you threw another. But even after feeding them forty seven apples and counting at this point (Winky the house elf from the kitchen was not pleased with you), they still wouldn’t let you get any closer to them.

Your next course of action was to try a smellier and higher value treat; you wondered then if mooncalves could have tuna? Tuna was certainly smelly enough. Well, if you couldn’t entice the mooncalves, you’d certainly entice a cat or two. 

You wondered then if mooncalves and cats got along? Kneazles were nearly the same size as the poor beasts, but cats were much smaller. You figured cats would look at a mooncalf the same way they’d look at a goat. 

You’d seen a cat ride a goat once, not many people believed you, though. You’d have to learn how to make a pensieve one day just to prove it to everyone. You didn’t much care for goats, though; something about their square pupils seemed alien to you. 

Which seemed odd considering there were numerous beasts in the magical world that really were quite alien, yet it was  goats that did it for you.

And why were they always associated with the devil? Was it because of the square pupils? Do you think there’d be a book that explained that?

But you didn’t even realise that the period had ended until Regulus stood and collected his books, offering you a curt nod before leaving the classroom. 

Fuck….do you think he’d let you copy his notes? 

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Merlin’s tits, she never stops talking! I feel bad for the poor sod stuck next to her; Black probably wants to avada himself every class. You heard a classmate mutter as you walked to your workbench, movements slowed as you lowered yourself into your chair and tried not to let their words hurt you. 

You were used to the comments, you were used to the sentiment honestly; did they think it was easy being you? Did they think you didn’t get tired of listening to yourself too? 

Of course you did, it was exhausting; your brain never stopped moving, and apparently, neither did your mouth.

But it did hurt a little, perhaps because Regulus had been quite gracious about it thus far. He had listened to you carry on about the astrological significance of space waste and how that was affecting the magic of the stars. He had listened to you bemoan about the positive impact that centaur migration had on local flora and fauna and how the fencing of fields and forests was going to cause unimaginable damage to the life cycles of such. He also had listened to your morose mooncalf story and the update the next day that you were able to order cans of tuna via owl to the castle.

And he’d not so much as bat an eye at you.

Certainly he’d have said something to you if you bothered him? 

Although, perhaps this was why Slughorn put him beside you, because he knew Regulus wouldn’t say anything; had Regulus done something to anger Slughorn? Was placing you beside Regulus less about you driving your seat mates crazy, but more about being a punishment for Regulus?

Well, you couldn’t imagine Regulus had done anything bad enough to deserve a full term with you as a potions partner.

No, you decided, you would not be his punishment.

So when Regulus entered class that day, and Slughorn read out the instructions for today’s potion brew, you resisted the urge to speak.

You were quiet when retrieving your potion ingredients, you were quiet as you checked and double checked the brewing instructions, and you were quiet as you waited for the potion to reach its boiling point. 

You actually thought you’d done quite well; you sort of wished you had started a timer, this may very well have been a record for you. 

Well, unless sleeping counted. Would sleeping count as being quiet? Oh gods, what if you talked in your sleep too!? You’d have to ask your roommates.

“L/N.” Regulus called as if it hadn’t been the first time he’d done so. “You alright?” He asked, ducking down in an attempt to meet your gaze as you watched a divot appear between his brows.

“Yeah? Why?” You asked, finding yourself furrowing your brows in solidarity; you found Regulus to be too pretty to look so worried. 

He shrugged his shoulders and straightened up, though the space between his brows remained divoted. “You’ve been awfully quiet, s’all.” He murmured quietly, and you were surprised to see a dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You muttered perhaps pointedly; his eyes narrowing to match the furrowed brows. 

“Says who?”

Your eyes traitorously darted to the students who had been discussing your habits, and Regulus followed your gaze.

He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French under his breath as he turned his attention back towards your shared potion. “Those tossers are just mad that they have nothing of value to say.”

You more felt than heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips as you looked at Regulus in bemusement. 

He didn’t seem to notice though, as he continued to the next step in your potion and carried on. “Did the tuna work?”

You stared at him dumbly before your brain kicked back into gear. “I beg your pardon?”

“The tuna.” He repeated. “For the mooncalves?”

Oh.

“Oh.” You started, giving your head a shake as you tried to find your balance you had long lost during this conversation. “Erm, no, but I did indeed attract a few cats.”

“Ah.” Regulus offered, smiling at you (or at the expected poof from the potion signifying that the two of you had brewed it correctly thus far). 

“Also, I found out why goats are often associated with the devil, but the book you’d be looking for is Biblical in nature.”

You stared at him with your mouth agape as he continued. “There’s a quote where that Christ bloke mentions something about separating people from one another just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. They’re used as a metaphor for the ‘bad’ or ‘inferior’ member of any group; it could also be understood as the divide between the pure and the wicked. I say goats got a bad rap, though.”

The next step in your potion brewing process was to allow the potion to simmer until it turned a milky white colour, so Regulus lowered the heat before appearing to remember something.

“I almost forgot…” He started as he began rooting through his book bag. “I asked the shopkeep at Brood & Peck, and she said this is a favourite of mooncalves; maybe you’ll have more luck tonight?” He asked as he held out a parchment of beast treats to you. 

“You’ve been listening? This whole time?” You whispered in awe as you took the bag delicately as if  he had just handed you a delicate china dish. 

His brows furrowed again as he searched your eyes. “Well…yeah? I’m rather invested now.” He explained just as your potion turned its intended colour. 

“Very good Mr. Black, Miss. L/N.” Professor Slughorn commented as he walked past your workbench. 

You were alerted to the fact that class was over when everyone’s potions were vanished with a pop and students started to pack up their belongings.

“You’ll keep me posted, yeah? About the mooncalves?” Regulus asked as he started walking backwards towards the door. 

“Sure.” You murmured, earning you a wide smile from the notoriously quiet boy. 

Yes… You’d be more than happy to keep Regulus Black posted.

[metal-mouse]

Don't Ever Leave

pairing: Garreth Weasley x f!MC (M/F pairing)

themes: 18+ minors DNI. smut. fluff. so, so many tropes. pourn with plot. confessing feelings. idiots in love.

warnings: smut. p in v. unprotected sex. a hint of body worshipping. f receiving oral. not even an attempt to pull out.

summary: 7.1k words of whatever this is. It has been one year since you have graduated from Hogwarts. You've returned to Hogsmeade for some shopping, and you run into a familiar face. You spend the afternoon catching up with Garreth Weasley, when a rain storm rolls in preventing you from returning home.

note: I'm thirsty for Garreth Weasley and I'm a filthy slut for tropes. This got way longer than I expected it to. Editing? Never heard of her. Unicorns shed their horns like moose because I said so. I'll make a Garreth stan out of you if it's the last thing I do 😤

tagging @the-ominis-gaunt and @cuffmeinblack bc the red haired boi.

s/o to @anto-pops for letting me yell in the dms and also being an enabler and a pot-stirrer. luv u.

You called one last good-bye to Albie Weekes as you left his shop stepping into the cool November air. It had been well over a year since you’d last stepped foot in Hogsmeade, and it was nice to catch up with some old friends. Your next step would be visiting Parry Pippin, who had been most fond of you while you were in school. You’d always helped him make deliveries to Fatimah Lewang, which had gotten you a decent amount of pocket money. He had always paid you handsomely for having to deal with that unpleasant woman. You made your way up the street towards the potions shop, savoring the sights and sounds of the bustling village. Seeing students wander the streets talking and laughing filled you with so many fond memories. You could almost see yourself with Sebastian and Ominis, or perhaps Garreth Weasley, walking through the village and stopping in at the shops. 

Your mind lingered on the idea of walking through Hogsmeade with Garreth. The two of you had formed a very close friendship in your sixth year. You had been immensely fond of him, and something deep down inside of you had always hoped the two of you might become more than just friends. Besides Sebastian and Ominis, he was the one you spent the most time with. The amount of time the two of you had spent flirting was obscene, with delicate touches and priceless banter. Garreth had been quick to blush, and how you loved to make him blush. 

You got to the entrance of J. Pippin’s, and were jolted by the door opening suddenly. A man with a friendly face and a messy head of red hair bumped into you. 

“Garreth?” You said, momentarily wondering if you’d accidentally summoned him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, and then frowned at his choice of words, “er… I mean It’s lovely to see you!” He added quickly. You couldn’t help but smile at the blush that bloomed across his cheeks. 

“I needed to buy a new broom, I figured I’d come and visit some of the other shopkeepers while I’m here.” You said. 

“Still up to trouble, I gather?” He asked. 

“Naturally.” You gave him a wink. He laughed, and opened his arms for a hug. You embraced him briefly before stepping back and inspecting him. In the year since you’d seen him last he’d grown out of being the boy you knew. He was taller, his shoulders broader and he looked obviously strong under his clothes - which you noticed were very well tailored. The boyishness of his round cheeks had lessened, his cheekbones and jawline more defined now. You’d thought him handsome while in school, but now… he was breathtaking. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” Garreth said, his eyes searching your face. 

“I only live over in Feldcroft. It’s not that far a journey. I’m more surprised to see you here.” You said. A sullen look flashed across his face so fast you almost thought you’d imagined it. 

“Feldcroft? Are you living with Sallow?” He asked, an unexpected bite to his voice. 

“Anne Sallow, yes. Sebastian and Ominis moved to London to be closer to work. What have you been up to?” 

“Oh… right! I… well… it’s a little embarrassing.” His hand reached up to push his hair back. 

“What, are you shoveling dragon dung for a living?” You asked. He shot you a scandalized look.

“No, I’m Parry Pippin’s assistant.” You arched a brow at his response. That seemed like a respectable job to you. 

“Why would that be embarrassing? Mr. Pippin is an excellent potioneer.” 

“Speaking of Mr. Pippin, he is patiently waiting for one Mr. Weasley to go gather his ingredients.” Parry Pippin’s voice made you nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over to the shopkeeper, who had his hands on his hips and a little frown on his face. Garreth’s face flushed again. 

“Hello, Mr. Pippin!” You reached out and shook his hand. 

“It’s lovely to see you dear, now, if you’re insistent on distracting my assistant, why don’t you make yourself useful and help him collect the ingredients I need? He could use someone to watch his back.” Mr. Pippin said sternly. It was your turn to blush. You looked over to Garreth who had a hopeful look on his face. You nodded, it wasn’t like you were expected anywhere else - not with Anne visiting Ominis and Sebastian - and there was no way you could say no to that face. You would certainly rather be with him than be in the frigid sky on your way to an empty house. After a final sharp word from Mr. Pippin, Garreth started on the road that would take you towards the Forbidden Forest. 

It felt a little surreal, to be walking down that familiar path with Garreth Weasley. Truth be told, you hadn’t anticipated running into any of your school friends. You hadn’t really been close with many students under your year, and most of your friends were busy with their new jobs. Natty was back in Uganda, Poppy was running around the wilderness looking for beasts, Ominis was apprenticing in Diagon Alley, Sebastian was working in the Auror’s office… Even Anne seemed to be spending more and more time in London. 

You did think it a little amusing that you found yourself yet again protecting someone while they entered a dangerous location. It had become a habit during your school years, and it seemed to be carrying into your graduate life. The villagers in Feldcroft often asked for your help when it came to potentially dangerous situations. 

“I needed a job so I could save up and open up my own shop - Mr. Pippin was looking for someone to help out around his shop, it just seemed right.” Garreth said, jolting you from your thoughts. His tone was a little dejected, as though it was a disappointment for him to not own his own shop. 

“It certainly gives you good access to ingredients for your experiments. You’ve only just left school, you have loads of time Gar. You’re brilliant, I know you’ll have your own shop in no time.” You said encouragingly. He really was brilliant at potion-making, despite his unfortunate mishaps with his personal experiments. 

“You think so?” He asked, a little smile on his face. You nodded in response, returning his smile. His green eyes seemed to sparkle as he held your gaze for a moment - before promptly tripping over his own feet and stumbling. You moved on reflex, your arms wrapping around his, and hauling him upwards so he didn’t fall down. 

“Even if you can’t walk in a straight line to save your life, yes I do think so.” You said, laughing at him. His face was red as he joined in your laughter.

“I can walk perfectly straight, thank you very much.” 

“Hurt your pride, did I?” 

“At least I can reach the top shelf.” 

“That’s a low blow, Weasley.” 

“Yes, because you’re so close to the ground.” 

You and Garreth bickered back and forth as you walked along, without realizing you were still holding onto his arm. You loved spending time with Anne, and you did appreciate your neighbours in the village, but this was wonderful. It had been a long time since you’d laughed like this. Before you knew it, you stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. You dropped his arm, pulling your wand out of the hidden pocket inside your coat. 

“Alright, I’ve got to find unicorn hair and hopefully some unicorn horns. They’re shedding this time of year.” Garreth said. 

“Really? That’s not going to be easy. I know where some unicorns stay, but it’s very deep in the forest.” You said, frowning a little. You’d gone to see the unicorns several times during your time at school, especially after you’d chased all the poachers out of the woods. You wondered if they would remember you - and if they would just run from Garreth. 

“You know where their den is?” He looked at you with an amazed expression. 

“Well, Poppy Sweeting wasn’t the only one who was fond of magical beasts.” You said, stepping through the gate towards the forest. You’d never shown anyone the Room of Requirement, preferring to keep it your own little sanctuary. There was no way Garreth would have known about your beast rescuing services. He merely tilted his head in agreement and followed you through the gate. 

It had been a long time since you’d set foot in the ancient feeling forest, and it was just as unnerving. Despite going into the forest countless times, the feeling of it was something you’d never gotten used to. It was always so unnaturally quiet, despite the abundance of life you knew dwelled under the dark canopy of trees. Garreth’s hand quietly found yours, and you didn’t have it in you to tease him about it. The forest could really be scary. You didn’t speak as you guided him down the path, trying to remember the way to the unicorns all while listening carefully for the tell-tale signs of trouble. You navigated the twisting paths, taking the route which you recalled to have the least amount of spiders. 

You both froze when a spine-chilling howl echoed in the distance. Garreth’s hand tightened over yours. You had no idea what sort of beast had made that horrible noise, and you weren’t in a rush to find out. Dark mongrels you could handle. Werewolves, you weren’t all that eager to try and fight. Anything else… Unless it was small and easily defeatable, you truly weren’t interested today.

“Please tell me we’re not going towards that.” He whispered to you. You shook your head, looking towards the direction of the noise. It was, thankfully, in the wrong direction. 

“I can’t believe he wanted you to come here alone.” You whispered, unwilling to speak any louder. You wondered in part if that was because of Parry Pippin’s cowardice. The man wasn’t exactly known for his bravery, which was showcased so brilliantly in the delivery job he’d given you. If he wasn’t able to face Madam Lewang, how in the world would he have faced the forest and its denizens? Perhaps you’d have to have a talk with the master potioneer upon your return. You gently tugged on Garreth’s hand and started walking again - increasing your pace when another howl echoed. 

“You never said what you’re doing now that school’s done.” He said quietly, clearly desperate to break up at least some of the tense silence. 

“I’m not really doing much these days, I mostly help around Feldcroft and take care of Anne. St. Mungos reckons they’ve nearly got a cure.” You said, stepping over a large root and turning slightly to make sure Garreth didn’t trip over it. After everything you’d done, from stopping the Goblin rebellion to destroying the poacher trade in the Scottish Highlands, you figured you were owed a well deserved break - not that you were doing much relaxing. 

“That’s wonderful to hear, I always did like Anne…” He trailed off, as though there was something more he wanted to say. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, and you shoved Garreth into the shadows against a tree before pressing against him trying to make the pair of you as inconspicuous as possible. He made no noise as a troll thumped across the path. You were steadily growing more annoyed with Mr. Pippin by the minute. What if he had been alone? It was inexcusable! You at least knew you could take on a fully grown troll. He may have been decent at defense against the dark arts, but Garreth had never fought a troll on his own. Hell, even Sebastian struggled and that was with your help. It was a tense few moments before the troll moved deeper into the forest.

“Come on. He didn’t see us.” You kept the steady pace up. 

“This is awful. How in the world are you still alive? I am so sorry for asking you to collect ingredients for me all the time.” Garreth hissed as he followed you. You snorted, his requests for you to go into the forest were often the least dangerous adventures you went on. The forest got darker as you ventured deeper, and now you really had to be on your guard. You jumped when something wet and cold dripped onto your face, and looked up with your wand out. You sighed when you felt more drops and realized it was just raining. You wondered if you’d lost your nerve, which was not helped when Garreth huffed a laugh at your reaction. 

“Not a word out of you, Weasley.” You shot a glare over your shoulder. 

“Are you frightened of the rain? Do you need me to protect you?” He teased. A stick cracked nearby, and with a nervous gasp he moved closer to you. You smirked a little, not even needing to tease him for his face to go red. You fell into silence once more, hoping the rain would stay light. If it was storming by the time you were due home, you weren’t going to be happy about it. Hand in hand and wands at the ready, you and Garreth pushed on into the darkness. 

You smiled when you heard the soft nickering of horses. You pulled Garreth to the side behind some bushes, quietly casting the disillusionment charm on yourself. He did the same, and you guided him forwards a little. You let go of his hand, beaming at the sight of the unicorns in front of you. You could feel him looming over your shoulder, his fingers gently pressing against the small of your back. It was a stunning sight, to have so many of these rare beasts all in one spot. 

“They’re beautiful.” He bent to whisper in your ear. You nodded despite the fact he couldn’t really see you. 

“Stay here. I want to see if they’ll let me approach them.” You whispered back, stepping away from him and removing the charm. You stepped forward slowly, letting yourself be seen by the unicorns. A massive white stallion moved forwards, staring you down with deep-set eyes. His coat was majestic, it almost seemed to glow despite no light hitting it. You stopped, and lifted your hands carefully. A loud whinny made you look to your left, and you gasped when Hazel the unicorn trotted happily towards you.

“Hazel! You look wonderful, my friend.” You said, smiling at her as she stopped before you. You lifted your hand and gently stroked her forehead. She truly did, her coat was shining bright as ever and she was plump from eating well. You flicked your wand, summoning a horse brush to give her a nice brush down. You momentarily forgot about Garreth as a few other unicorns you recognized moved in closer - including Hazel’s mate who you had named Ares, and the now-grown foal they’d had just over two years ago that you called Honey. You were laughing now, greeting each of them and letting them all take their turns with your brush and summoning little treats for each of them. 

You took a moment to glance around the clearing that they lived in, and indeed there were a few horns littered around the ground. You looked over your shoulder to where Garreth was hidden behind the bush, and carefully beckoned to him. The unicorns froze, going on high alert as he took a careful step into the clearing. 

“This is Garreth, he’s my friend.” You said, the word friend leaving a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. He came to stand beside you, careful not to move too quickly. He didn’t want to frighten them. Hazel moved a little closer to you, assessing him carefully. You swore that she understood everything you ever told her, and when she turned her head towards you and then back to him you felt that she knew just who he was. You held your hand out for Garreth’s, and he placed his hand in yours without hesitation. You lifted his hand, gently pressing it to Hazel’s forehead and stroking it downwards in the way she liked to be pet above her nose. You watched him while he repeated the motions you showed him, reveling in the awed look on his face. His green eyes were wide, and almost sparkling. A smile slowly spread as his nerves faded, and he met your gaze. He was so handsome it almost hurt. To see him so happy to be doing something that you loved… you hadn’t expected it to make your heart pound like this. 

“Hello! It’s lovely to meet you.” Garreth addressed Hazel, and you thought you were going to drop dead at the way that made you feel. You thought about how so many witches and wizards completely disregarded beasts and their intelligence, and to see someone so important to you regard beasts with respect… you were getting flustered with the overwhelming urge to kiss him. 

The rain really started to pick up now, and you were reminded that you stood in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, probably surrounded by dangerous creatures. You and Garreth got to work, he searched for fallen horns while you brushed unicorn tail hairs out carefully. 

“You know, this has turned out to be a very pleasant adventure.” Garreth said conversationally, coming closer to you to help with harvesting some tail hairs.

“Are you only saying that because Pippin won’t be complaining about his unicorn ingredients now?” You asked with a grin. 

“Not at all! It’s nice to see you again. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure I would. I’d assumed you would disappear wherever Sallow went.” He said, giving you a nervous glance. Your brows furrowed as you thought about what he’d just said. Why in the world would he assume that? 

“With Sebastian? What do you mean?” You asked. 

“Well… It wasn’t just me who thought this, of course, but I thought you would end up marrying him. You two were always so close.” He said awkwardly. You were close with Sebastian, and you had been through a lot with him, but not once did you see him as a romantic partner. You could understand why others may have thought that; the man was an unbearable flirt after all, but he’d never sought you romantically either. In fact, you’d played wing-man for him far too many times to count. 

You shook your head, “Sebastian and I were never romantically involved, nor will we ever be. That would be like kissing my brother.” You cringed at the thought of kissing Sebastian. Garreth was quiet for a long time. You looked over at him and saw him deep in thought as he gently brushed Honey’s tail. 

“Oh… so, you’re not… involved with anyone?” He asked, tilting his head cautiously. 

“No, Garreth, I am not.” You said. Your love life was indeed woefully empty. Some part of you still clung to the idea of somehow being with him. Why would he even be bringing this up? Did he truly care about your love life, or was he being polite?

The rain was lashing down now, leaving you both absolutely drenched while you worked. The unicorns began to retreat deeper into the woods now, looking to find some sort of shelter from the rain. You had started to shiver from the cold rain, chilling you down to the bone. Hazel was the last to leave, leaning against the palm of your hand one last time before turning and walking through the trees into the darkness. It was bittersweet, seeing the unicorn go. You resolved to come back and visit more often - you’d handled the forest as an inexperienced witch, you had so much more skill and experience now to navigate the twisting paths. You looked around, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and gain some sort of warmth. The thick clouds in the sky and the rapidly setting sun bathed the surrounding forest in an impossibly dark shade of black. 

When the clearing was suddenly bathed in light, you turned to see Garreth holding his wand with its tip shining brightly between his teeth as he finished stuffing unicorn hairs and horns into the satchel he’d brought with him. He looked at you, and you squinted as the light hit your eyes. 

“You’re blue! Come on, let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.” He said, taking his wand out of his mouth. You frowned, not happy that your little adventure was coming to an end. Garreth was right, you were freezing. Your hands had gone numb, and you could feel your teeth starting to chatter a little. It was going to be a long trip back to Feldcroft. You lamented your loss of the Hogwarts floo system, an annoying decision Phineas Nigellus Black had made upon your graduation. 

“I’ve g-got to p-pick up my br-broom from Alb-bie. Got t’ f-fly home.” You stammered out, the cold effectively locking your jaw. A powerful gust of wind made the trees swish and made you even colder. 

“Don’t be stupid. You’re going to fly home in this? You’ll catch your death.” Garreth shook his head, holding his hand out. You took it, and he apparated before you could even put another word in. 

You looked up at the little cottage you stood in front of, blinking in surprise. You supposed Garreth did have a point - the wind had picked up far too much now, flying would be dangerous. You’d go see Sirona again and see if she had any rooms available. Garreth unlocked the door to the cottage and practically dragged you inside. The door closed behind you, and the lamps flickered to life lighting up a cozy little living area. Garreth wordlessly waved his wand towards the fireplace on the wall adjacent to the door and it roared to life almost instantly flooding the room with delicious warmth. 

You moved closer to the fire, looking around the room as you did. There were two narrow bookcases crammed full on either side of the fireplace, and a squashy green armchair and matching loveseat with a small wooden table in front of the fire. On the next wall was a potions station complete with an extensive storage system. On the other side of the room was a small kitchen with a little dining table that had only two chairs. A door on the very back wall led to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was a charming little house, somehow very maximalist despite not having much for decor - how typical of him. Leander Prewett had once described their dormitory to you, and he apparently hadn’t changed much in terms of taste. 

“Are you listening?” Garreth’s voice jolted you out of your snooping. You looked at him, shaking your head. 

“I wasn’t, I’m sorry.” You said, your jaw still tight. Your wet clothes were extremely uncomfortable. 

“I was saying that I’ll find you something dry to wear, just follow me.” He sounded equal parts amused and concerned. You nodded, and followed him up the narrow flight of stairs that led up to a loft. A four poster bed lay under the window, with a desk on one of the other walls and a large armoire across the room from the bed. The walls up here were much less bare, with the Gryffindor coat of arms hanging above the desk, and banners from different Quidditch clubs decorating the walls. He also had some artwork on the walls, including photos from school. You turned, and watched him open the doors to his armoire and dig through it looking for some dry clothing. He tossed a soft looking green jumper onto the bed, and dug around a little more before pulling out a pair of pyjama pants. 

“Thank you.” You said, taking the pants out of his hand as he walked towards you. You set the pants on the bed next to the jumper. You were too cold and too uncomfortable to care that he was still in the room as you began to fumble to take off your soaked clothing. Garreth made a startled noise, whirling around and looking away from you. 

“Do you want me to go?” He asked in a panicked tone. 

“Don’t care. Too cold.” You mumbled, shedding your wet clothes onto the floor and pulling the jumper over your head. It was an immediate relief. It was massive, hanging almost to your knees, and so warm already. You pulled on the pyjama pants which were far too big for you. You took a step forward to pick up your wet belongings, and the pants promptly dropped right to your ankles making you giggle. Garreth turned around at the sound of your laugh, and saw the pyjama pants pooled at your feet. 

“A little big, I suppose.” He said sheepishly. You waved him off, picking up the pants and putting them back onto the bed. You’d just go without, you were fully covered - what difference would it really make? 

You took your wet clothes downstairs so he could get changed in peace. You pushed open the door to what you thought was the bathroom and were pleased to see you were right. Along one wall was a rope with some clothes already hanging to dry, you just added yours to the mix. You took a moment to towel dry your hair, before standing directly in front of the fire to capitalize on the pleasant heat with your eyes closed and hands outstretched.

“Enjoying yourself?” Garreth asked, and you nodded without opening your eyes. He chuckled and nudged you to the side so he could also capture some of the warmth of the fire. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at him. His hair hung in his eyes, messier than usual thanks to the rain. It was strangely intimate, seeing him in a comfy jumper and pyjama pants with wet hair. It was something so mundane, but it felt… personal. You forced your eyes back to the fire with a newfound determination to just never look at him ever again. Your eyes slowly closed again, this time from the day’s journey catching up with you. Garreth huffed another laugh, and hooked an arm around you to help you back up the stairs to his bedroom. 

“You’re asleep on your feet, you can just sleep here.” He said, helping you sit down on his bed. You didn’t protest, allowing him to pull back the thick quilt while you made yourself comfortable. Garreth mumbled something about delivering the ingredients to Mr. Pippin, and he disappeared. In his absence, you couldn’t fight the sleep. You were so warm in his soft bed surrounded by the smell of him, and you drifted off to sleep. 

There was no way to tell what time it was when you were startled awake by a loud clap of thunder. 

“It’s only a storm.” Garreth’s voice came from the floor. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and blinking. The room wasn’t completely dark, the light from the fire downstairs gave the loft a dim light. As the blankets fell from your shoulders, you shivered against the cold air. 

“What’re you doing on the floor?” You asked. 

“You’re in the bed?” He said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and beckoned towards him.

“Don’t be stupid, you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to anyways.” You grumbled. Sleeping on the ground? You were adults, you could share a bed. You’d only bite if he asked, anyways. He stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed beside you. You absently reached out and fixed his hair so it wasn’t in his eyes. His eyes searched your face with a cautious expression.

“Am I a fool?” Garreth asked you suddenly, making you frown. 

“A fool? What for?” You asked.

“For thinking that there is something to that look in your eyes. That there is some part of you who might want more,” Garreth’s hand closed around your arm and you stared at him stupidly, “there have been so many times I’ve wondered if I should just kiss you, or if it’s all a hopeless daydream. This past year without getting to see that look has been agony. I haven’t known if it was all in my head, if you were with Sallow or someone else, if I ever stood a chance.” An agonized look passed across his face in the dim lighting and he looked away from you. All of your breath left your body like you’d been punched in the chest. This day truly had taken a turn you’d never expected.  

“Gar…” You murmured. 

“A week ago, I’d thought that I could try to move on, and now you’re here. You’re in my house, you’re in my clothes, in my bed… I feel like I’m going mad.” His voice was thick with emotion, and his distress was visible. His hand left your arm. Garreth reached towards your face, but hesitated and started to pull his hand back. You took it and brought it to your cheek. 

“I..” You opened your mouth, cursing your sleep-addled brain for being unable to come up with a reasonable response. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, and you’d been hoping and wishing he’d say he felt the same about you. A flash of lightning showed Garreth’s pained expression as he awaited your response. There weren’t enough words in the world that could adequately describe the way he made you feel. You would rearrange all the stars in the sky if he asked you to, and you didn’t know how to tell him that. 

“I love you.” You whispered instead, and watched as Garreth’s expression changed from stunned to bright as sunshine. You let out a gasp as he lunged forward and kissed you with so much fervor he knocked you onto your back. He pulled back and started to apologize, so you wrapped your arms around him and tugged him back down as you kissed him. Garreth’s strong arms held you tight against him. His kiss was sweet as honey, and you poured every drop of emotion you held into it. You might not be able to tell him how you feel, but you could certainly show him. As your tongue brushed against his lower lip, Garreth let out a groan that seemed to settle right between your legs. You wondered what other delightful noises he was capable of, arousal swiftly spreading through you. 

You spread your legs a little bit, and he fell right between them with a surprised noise. He lifted his head a little, looking at you with a look of disbelief. You could see the want in his eyes, but you could also see the hesitation. You gently squeezed his waist with your bare thighs, and you could see his cheeks going an even darker red. 

“I want you.” You whispered, tugging him down for another kiss. Garreth relented with a gleeful look in his eye, his hands gripping your hips holding you in place as he gently ground against you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth. His broad hands slowly moved under your borrowed jumper, stroking over your skin slowly and gently. The feeling of his skin against yours was heavenly, and he already had you wanting more. It was unfair that he had this effect on you. 

“You have my heart, darling.” Garreth murmured against your lips, his fingers curling slightly into your skin. You couldn’t stop your smile, your heart beating just a little bit faster. You’d waited years to hear those words. Garreth’s lips trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He nipped gently at your pulse. His hands worked in time with his kisses, pushing up the jumper to expose more of your skin to him. Impatiently, you pushed him back a little bit and pulled it over your head, dumping it onto the floor. Garreth’s green eyes scanned you up and down, his jaw slack. You wondered if you’d caught him off guard by being completely bare under his jumper. 

“You’re beautiful.” Garreth breathed out, his hands reverently running over your skin without restraint. Your back arched as his warm hands cupped your tight breasts, massaging you. The slight roughness to his hands made the most delightful sensations on your skin, you let out a small string of moans as he gently tweaked your already sensitive nipples. He continued to grind against you, becoming more breathless himself. You looked down, watching him work his hands over your skin. He moved them lower, and lower, making sure he touched every inch of your skin with his burning hands. You were panting now, wriggling under his touch as his hands smoothed over your belly and down onto your thighs. You ached for him, needing him to give you some sort of relief to the pressure that had built up between your legs. “Please, Garreth, touch me.” You whined out. 

“I am touching you,” He said with his most charming grin, “I’ve wanted this for years, I intend to take my time.” He whispered in your ear, before giving your neck a sharp nip. 

“Bastard.” You said, despite the smile that played on your lips.

“Do you have any idea what someone like you does to a teenage boy? Seeing you every day at school and not having you was torture” His tongue traced up your jaw and you whimpered. You captured his lips in another kiss, wondering if you could tempt him into giving you what you wanted. He groaned against your mouth at the feeling of your kiss, you pulled out all of your favourite tricks, proving to him you could do many things with your tongue. Your wicked little plan seemed to be working, until Garreth pulled back and looked at you with soft eyes. He began to press kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, the tip of your nose, oh-so-gently over your eyelids, and onto your forehead. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, contrasting with the sweet kisses that now were trailing down your jaw, onto your neck, then down your collar. You were a whining mess as he massaged circles on your inner thighs and kissed every part of your body until his lips hovered just below your belly button. His hands on your thighs tugged you so your lower half was dangling off the side of the bed. 

“Please Garreth.” You whispered, certain you’d burst into flames if he didn’t do something. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, a smile playing at his lips. 

“Anything for you.” He promised, getting on his knees and guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders. He held them in place and licked a firm stripe against your soaked, aching heat and moaned. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan of your own. He concentrated on your aching clit, his tongue swirling around it carefully before he gently wrapped his lips around you and sucked. You arched into him, crying out loudly because of this. He let out a hum of appreciation, squeezing your thighs. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. His eyes were closed, and his head dipped and you felt him tonguing at your soaking hole before he moved back up to latch onto your clit again. This time, his tongue flicked across your sensitive nub while he sucked it and you swore violently, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your hips bucked, and he planted one of his hands on your belly to firmly hold you in place. Your core tightened, pressure building inside of you as he kept up the same motion. 

“I’m– Oh Merlin– That’s…” You couldn’t string a sentence together, and the pressure reached its peak and you cried out as a mind-shattering orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clenched tight around Garreth, and he let out a moan that added to the sensation of his tongue and lips while you rode out your orgasm on his face. He only stopped when your legs twitched, and he was laughing softly as he pulled away from you. You stared at him, your jaw slack. He was a mess, and he was beautiful. The lower half of his face was shining with your slick, his cheeks flushed, and his smile was more than a little arrogant. Your eyes scanned down his body to the bulge in his pants, and then back up to his face. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost reminding you to move. You pushed yourself back enough that you could sit up and reach out for him. 

“You, taste amazing.” Garreth murmured to you, stepping in closer so you could reach him. You palmed the bulge in his pants, and he let out a flustered breath. You hadn’t the patience to toy with him, that would have to come another day. You wanted him inside of you now. You pulled his pants down, looking up at him while you did so. His thick cock sprang out, and you let out a little eager whimper at just the thought of him being inside of you. You looked up at him, and he was watching you with love and hunger in his eyes. 

“Come here.” You said, pushing yourself back on the bed and spreading your legs a little bit in invitation. Garreth flashed you an eager smile, pulling his shirt over his head and dumping it on the floor. He stepped out of his pants and crawled onto the bed between your legs. You wrap your arms behind his neck, and lick from his chin up to his cheek tasting yourself on his skin. Garreth let out a strangled moan, and tilted his head to capture you in a scorching kiss. You can almost feel that he’s reached his limit, and now he needs reprieve from his aching arousal. He grinds into you, his head dropping as he does so. You reach down, and guide him to what he seems to be so desperate to have. 

“Oh fuck.” Garreth hisses as he slowly presses into you, his teeth gently clamping down on your shoulder. You couldn’t even make a noise as your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Garreth’s thick cock stretching you out. As he fully sheathed himself in you, he stopped moving. 

He lifted his head, looking down into your eyes. His adoration was clear in his eyes, and it caught you a little off-guard. You’d taken men to bed before, but not once had it been someone you loved. This emotional connection you felt to Garreth… It made this feel so much… more. 

“I love you, Garreth.” You reached up and traced your fingers along his jaw. Garreth’s hips began to roll slowly, and he gave you a sweet kiss. He thrust into you with a slow and deep rhythm that had you whining and clawing at his back. The delicious way he stretched you out, paired with the way his pelvis ground against your sensitive nub had you in ecstasy. He clearly felt the same, with the pants and quiet moans that escaped his lips at every movement he made. 

“You feel amazing, Darling,” Garreth whispered to you, “You take me so well. You’re perfect.” He continued with his little praises as he ground into you. He picked up his pace ever so slightly, the steady thrusts had you clenching around his cock already. His forehead dipped and pressed against yours, his hands on your hips as he pulled you against him to get as deep as he could. You planted your feet on the mattress, lifting your hips to help get a new angle. Garreth’s groan was sinful, he sat back on his knees and abruptly began to pound into you. Your eyes rolled back, your pleasure peaking again.

“Right there, shit… right there.” You panted out, and Garreth obliged your wishes. You screamed out his name as your knees buckled and you came hard. The bolts of pleasure had your eyes screwed shut and your mouth making incoherent sounds. He caught you by the waist, holding you up as your walls pulsed over his cock. He fucked you, his groans becoming more and more guttural as he chased his own pleasure. His grip on you tightened almost painfully as his head fell back and he came, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He allowed you to fall back on the bed now, flopping down beside you. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the storm still raging outside and the sounds of you and Garreth trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you got enough energy to roll over and nestle into Garreth’s side, with your head on his chest. You stretched up and kissed his jaw, and his arms wrapped around you. 

“I don’t want morning to come.” Garreth said, his voice soft. Morning meant returning to reality. Garreth would have to go to work, and you’d have to return to Feldcroft. 

“Mmm, neither do I.” You agreed. You didn’t want to leave. You knew that you’d made a promise to take care of Anne, but she was spending so much time in London these days that you almost wondered if she would just move in with Ominis and Sebastian. 

“Please don’t ever leave…” He said. 

“I’ll have to get my things.” 

“That’s alright, I’ll help you with that. Mr. Pippin won’t mind if I take a couple days off.” 

“And I’ll have to tell Anne.” 

“I’ll write a letter to send by owl right now.” “And then there’s the matter of you meeting my parents…” 

When Garreth didn’t have a quick solution for that, you let out a little laugh. You would stay, regardless of how much work you’d have to do. You never wanted to leave his side again. 

“Will you stay?” He asked. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Garreth. I’m staying right here.” You promised, kissing his cheek. With a cheeky grin, he rolled over and loomed over you and captured you in a deep kiss, his hand smoothing along your waist. Yes, you’d stay.

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Hiii !! I love your writing ❤️. If your comfortabke can i ask for marauders comforting reader since they do stuff for others but forget to take care about themselves?

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Masterlist<3

Summary: They'll always have each other<3. Pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader Warnings: Reader stops eating, kind of scolding from the marauders but like in a nice way, mentions of being sick. Lemme know if I missed any!! Word Count: 1.5K Requested: Yes

A/N: Made this poly!marauders love, hope u don't mind! Thank you so much, hope you enjoy<3.

Since they met, there was no waking moment where Y/N wasn't offering to do something to help life make even the slightest bit easier for people. Not because she was a people pleaser. No, not at all. She was just that kind. Sirius heard Remus say once that "acts of service" was her "love language".

He demanded to know what exactly that meant and the conclusion was that that's the way their girl expressed her love. And that was okay. James loved to craft little handmade gifts for his boyfriends and girlfriend. Remus tried to spend as much time as he could with them. Sirius wanted nothing but to cuddle with his loves. Y/N/N loved helping them.

Even her friends, too! Lily needed a book from the library but didn't have time to fetch it? Y/N could get it for her. Regulus was having a hard time and needed his comfort food? She'll cook it, it's okay. Her boyfriends loved how sweet she was with it as well, a caring soul that expressed her love through helping.

Until it backfires.

Remus was the first one to notice, ever the observer. "Y'okay dove?" he whispered, looking down at her figure resting on his arm, almost dozing off. That would be a normal occurrence if their history of magic lesson was a bit too boring for her liking, and he'd let her sleep through it since it was one of the classes Y/N excelled in without even trying.

Not the case with potions, and she always tried her best. So yes, this was odd. "Just a bit tired s'all" the girl mumbled back, trying to get up but inevitably snuggling impossibly closer to the boy's arm. "Darling, Slughorn will give you detention if you keep sleeping. Get up for me, will ya?" he muttered once again, gently pulling her up, but she just ended up falling face first on the table.

James looked over at the thud and frowned, directing his gaze to Remus who, wide-eyed, shook his girlfriend's form to wake her up. She was no longer asleep. A thousand possibilities ran through his head. Confusion. Fear. Shock.

"Is everything alright, Remus?" The professor asked, in perfect timing, looking over at his student. "I-I don't know what happened, sir. She was dozing off, and I was trying to wake her up but-" "Let's go. Pomfrey. Now."

Sirius' voice coming from behind him, James already carrying Y/N's limp form in his arms and quickly exiting the classroom in a hurried step. His boyfriend had a habit of overthinking and trying to piece a logical explanation for everything, like right now; why did Y/N faint suddenly? Sirius knew she fainted, and they needed to get help right that second.

Why's and how's would be found later, when their girl was okay.

The couple ran through the corridors, James muttering small "Darling, wake up" and "Stay with me, alright? We're almost there" with Remus and Sirius following close behind, hand in hand as the prior dried some stray tears with the right sleeve of his sweater.

It was all much too overwhelming for him; Y/N fainting, Sirius looking worried which practically never occurred, James talking to his girlfriend's limp body as if she were dead and how he got in his head instead of acting when it all happened.

His boyfriend squeezed his hand, knowing him well enough to realize what was going on in his head. “Remember what Jamie told us the other day? When you hop on a plane, they tell you to place your air-mask before helping whoever needs help near you” He said as the three of them walked through the infirmary’s door.

“Y/N/N needs help right now, but we gotta be okay to help her. Steady breaths for me, baby” he continued, encouraging him to find a rhythm so he could calm himself down. James placed Y/N on one bed and brushed the hair out of her face.

Pomfrey got in action quick as lightning, giving her a potion that would wake her up. Fainting like she did was not normal, not for a healthy person like Y/N, so she had to have her awake to answer her questions.

Her boys sat down on the sides of the bed, James and Remus on one couch cuddling as Sirius held her hand on the other side, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. “My poor girl…” James mumbled, watching over her as Moony dozed off after the energy-draining panic he had.

“She’s been quite busy lately,” Sirius prompted. Maybe she fainted out of tiredness. “Yeah, she wasn’t even at movie night with the girls on Thursday, Lily told me,” the brunette answered, getting where his boyfriend was going. "Hasn't been much with us either, eh?" "Yeah".

They waited for about an hour after Pomfrey gave her the potion before she woke up. All of them stayed there the whole time. It was about 5pm, and they didn't attend lunch, but they couldn't risk her waking up alone. Sirius saw her shifting and stood up immediately, making James and Remus to do the same. Brows furrowed and dry lips, Y/N opened her eyes slowly.

"Hello, darlin'", "Hi babe", "Mornin' dove".

Prongs busied himself with a cup of water for his girlfriend as she returned their greetings. "W-what happened?" She asked, confused out of her mind before sipping on the glass. "You fainted during potions. Poppy said she needs to ask ya some questions." Sirius smiled, kindly kissing her nose to pull a giggle from her. "You've been taking care of yourself, baby?" Now spoke Remus, already sensing what was happening.

"Yes, I-I've been helping Reggie with some stuff for Divination and spent most of my days there, but yes" "When's the last time you ate?". Theatrical silence fell as Y/N tried to recall when did she had her last meal. Around ten seconds passed, and Sirius sighed in frustration. "Shit, Y/N".

"M'sorry, okay!?" the girl whined softly, feeling guilty about it already. "I was busy. Regg needed help..." "That's no excuse for you to not take care of yourself!" The raven-haired boy yelped, anger and worry clear in his tone. There was no way he'd let it happen again. It doesn't matter how much she wanted to help; straight up blacking out for not eating was unacceptable.

James grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Calm down, darling. You too, Y/N. We're just glad you're okay." He pipped in, seeing as tears started to well up in his girl's eyes. Remus sat next to her on the bed, grabbing her hand and intertwining her fingers. "Sirius, could you go get some food for her? See if there's still some. Tell Poppy she's up and we know why she fainted." "Yeh," he mumbled, boots loud on the floor as he exited the room.

"Is he mad at me? A-Are you guys mad at me?" "Nonsense, dove," Remus cooed, laying beside her and letting her rest his head on his chest as Prongs did the same, holding his boyfriend's hand in the process. "We're not mad and neither is Sirius, he's just worried, and a bit frustrated but not mad". Y/N nodded after James explained, kissing both of their cheeks and finishing her water.

"S'not okay you forget to eat, though. We understand how much you like taking care of everyone and help them out..." Spoke the lycanthrope "We love that about you!" Chirped James. "... but you gotta be okay before you help anyone else. Take care of yourself first, then others. We could remind you if you like but this cannot happen again".

She nodded once again, reminding herself of the times her stomach grumbled, but she didn't listen. "Okay" Y/N smiled at her boys. Pomfrey walked over right after and scolded her for the negligence, offering more water and advised to skip the next day of classes to rest. As they got ready to leave, Sirius walked back with an armful of pastries, careful on balancing them and not drop a thing.

Everyone helped him and placed the food on the bed, rounding it so they could share their late lunch. Padfoot sat next to Y/N, and she immediately grabbed his face so he'd look at her to have his undivided attention.

As he looked upon her face, a chill ran through his body as he noticed how pale she was, and he couldn't help but feel his heart break a little as he reached out and held her face in his hands. "I'm sorry Siri..." She mumbled, looking him dead in the eye; a thing they did when one was being dead serious.

"No, I'm sorry. Shouldn't've lashed out at you like that, it's just you- you got me worried and I don't like you ill for something you can control. We'll eat our meals like clockwork now so you don't forget pup, that okay?" The boy proposed, grinning sympathetically at her as she mumbled a small okay before pressing a deep kiss to his soft lips.

The couple ate and chatted, like any other day. Promises were made, too; The boys made a silent agreement on making sure Y/N took care of herself, and she, to be as caring with herself as she was with others.

In the end, they had each other. When fainting, when laughing, when crying. They were together for the end of time and that's really all that mattered.<3

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This is my first time writing poly!marauders so I'm very nervous at how y'all will like it haha. Tysm for reading! Hope you enjoyed

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Hi I have a request! How about a love potion one shot or head canon with lmk Macaque and fem (s/o)? Please and thank u 🙏🏻

Love Potion Headcanons

{Macaque x FemReader}

I don't even know how this man got his hands on a love potion, but once he does, uh, watch out, 'cause this guy is all over you.

I don't mean in a physical way, no, he only touches you to show his affection if he knows for a fact that your love language is physical touch

And even if thats the case, it's only small touches, he was never much of a touchy person after all, even with the love potion. The touches are like side hugs, bumping shoulders together, and touching your cheek with his tail

No, I mean that this man is all over you by showering you head to toe in compliments and flirts

You can bet his dramatic ass is spewing out cheesy yet romantic flirts every chance he gets

"If I had a star for every time you brightened up my day, I would have a galaxy in my hands~"

If he ever makes you blush, this man has the smuggest smirk ever

"Awww, did I make you blush Princess~?"

And then he would continue to flirt with you, desperately needing to see you'r flustered face

Even with the love potion, he isn't the best with expressing his feelings, so instead, he shows you that he cares by being with you 24-7

wherever you go, he follows

You going to the kitchen to get some water? He's right behind you, maybe he'll even help you get a cup from a high shelf

You wanting to go out shopping or to eat dinner? Again, right behind you. He couldn't possibly let you go outside on your own, there's dangerous people out there after all

You needing to go to the bathroom? Of course he won't go in there with you. But he would definitely be sitting outside the door, like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home.

He would 24-7 have his tail wrapped around you waist, tugging you closer to him whenever you went just a bit too far from him

Whenever someone got just a bit too close to you, (especially SWK), Macaque would drape his arm across your shoulders, glaring at whoever you were talking too

Speaking of Wukong, he absolutely hates just the thought of you in the same room as SWK

Would absolutely just shadow portal you away from Wukong and into your home or his dojo

"Uh, princess? You mind telling me what the fuck that was for, huh?"

He absolutely took that personally, as if you had meant to insult him or something

Afterward, he dragged you over to your couch, as well as getting his shadow clones to get several pillows and blankets so he can make a nest-like area on the couch that you two cuddled in for the rest of the day, refusing to let you leave from his grasp

"Macaque, let me go! I have to get stuff done!"

"No can do Princess, your stuck here with me."

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First request done! Hoped you like it! :D

-Ash

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hello gorgeous! love your writings! thank u so much for your works! if you don't mind, i have a mini crack thought about witch!reader x xavier maybe friends to lovers? they're casually hanging out together and witch!reader asks out of nowhere "are u a virgin?" xavier is confused like "why?" "need some male virgin blood for a potion/ritual" idk why i've been thinking abt this mini dialog for weeks but i've found it hilarious. it's ok if it doesn't inspire you or something, though. thank u in advance!

to keep thy young

summary | you make a joke at xavier who just gets more and more confused

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!witch!reader

warning | fluff, humor, mentions of virginity, mentions of blood

word count | 435

Your nose was deep into your spell book, looking up occasionally to your caldron, Xavier hearing you mutter something under your breath before going back to reading. 

Xavier was used to it whenever he came to your room, unless it was an emergency, you’d be into your witchy powers as Xavier would like to call it. 

The two of you had an odd friendship, while you kept your nose in a book, in the library whenever you had the free time, while Xavier kept up with his art, attending the Nightshades, meeting you for the first time in front of the Poe Statue. 

“Xavier.” You called out to him. It was a shock that he saw you out so late and that neither of you hadn’t been caught. “I need a favor from you.”

“Uh.” He muttered, feeling conflicted. 

“I know about the secret library, and I need to get in.” You went straight to the point. Sharing a few classes with him was probably the most you knew of him, and the drama that went around Nevermore when he and Bianca broke up.

Xavier was enchanted when he first met you, he always thought you held a certain aura around you, and you were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, there was no way he could say no. 

Meeting that fateful day was when your blooming friendship developed, something Xavier dreaded because he wanted to be so much more than friends. 

Hearing a loud groan from you, Xavier pulled out one of his headphones. “You okay?”

Sighing, you turned around looking at your best friend dead in the eye, not wanting a second, “Are you a virgin?”

Stunned, Xavier was shocked what you asked him, completely off guard. “Um.” He licked his lips, “No.”

“Great.” You muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes, “Guess I could go find Eugune.”

“Why do you want to know?” After you mentioning Eugune’s name Xavier was just more confused. 

“I need the blood of a male virgin.” You shrugged, “I need to keep myself young, wrinkles are starting to show.”

Xavier was to the point beyond confusion, starting to gear towards delusion. “What the fuck.”

Hearing you laugh, Xavier watched as you finally turned around to face him. “I’m joking.”

Even hearing you say that, he still couldn’t believe you. “It’s not a youth potion, I’m making a wolfsbane remedy, just wanted to see your reaction.”

Xavier just stared at you, starting to laugh quietly with you. “Do any of your spells or potions ask for the blood of a virgin.”

“Oh yeah.” You grinned, “Tons.”

[bettathanyou]

hii i just wanted to say i really appreciate how much love you put into all of your writings, its all so heartwarming and detailed, and you capture cedrics character SO well. you have such an in depth understanding of his personality and its commendable. i really admire your dedication and love for this guy and how willing you are to share it with others :]

but ya i have a request, a headcanon list (or story/anything u wanna do) of Cedrics autistic behavior and maybe how he would act with an autistic partner? the idea of there being this mutual understanding of each others needs is really sweet to me. also i personally hc him with adhd alongside autism so it would be neat if that could get mixed in somehow, too :D no problem if not!

ANON. WTF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY FR?? THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME, THANK YOU. I get so scared of MISCHARACTERIZING Cedric, so to hear that I have an in depth understanding of him from you made my entire day, month, YEAR. I hope this headcanon list is good and up to expectations!!

AuDHD Cedric The Sorcerer Headcanons (With Autistic S/O)

Coming from someone with AuDHD with an autistic best friend, I can't stress how much source material I have to speak about this sifkdiieis

FIRST THINGS FIRST. SENSORY ISSUES GALOREEEEE. That man will shrivel and die if he were ever in the modern era and came into direct contact with a microfiber towel.

A secret Headcanon I have (outside of the reasons I listed in my first headcanon list about Cedric!) Is he wears gloves BECAUSE Cedric has sensory/texture issues. His potion ingredients seem incredibly bizarre at times, and I'm sure the textures of them just get overwhelming at times. If you're wondering why the fingertips are exposed, he might need the extra grip to handle delicate objects, etc etc.

His robe is basically a weighted blanket, argue with the wall. He needs to be regulated somehow, and he's still a nervous wreck anyways

We know Cedric's speech is affected by his audhd. Dude has pedantic speech, overly emotive or deadpan, his volume control is non-existent when excited.

Expanding on that, his tendency to mix up words for spells seems a little... Neurospicy, on top of the anxiety

Forgets spells constantly. Not actually forget how to do them, just forgetting they exist cuz adhd

Has CHRONICALLY turned his workshop inside out because the thing Cedric was using just disappeared after he set it down!

(it was in his hand the whole time lol)

HC that outside of, yk, lack of personal space because no one knocks except Sofia, Autism rage whenever you're being interrupted from a task, especially something your fixated on, DRIVES HIM SO INSANE

Lack of patience. Just. Irritable, and same

His only friend (before Sofia) was an animal companion. C'mon y'all.

Music is so important to Cedric! It helps him regulate. He sings, he dances, he appreciates the dragon Acapella! Definitely uses music to stim, as well as dancing. He does it way too much. Audhd people usually are very connected to creative outlets such as music

Speaking of, his flying machine? CEDRIC IS AN INVENTOR. SO MANY INVENTORS ARE/WERE NEURODIVERGENT

Cedric is so genuinely shocked by kindness from Sofia even though she's consistent with it. That can definitely be trauma, but also feels like a lack of emotional permanence

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria SO BADDDDD Cedric would have a shutdown about it (thanks ADHD)

Prone to more shutdowns than meltdowns. But as we know, shutdowns inevitably lead to meltdowns anyways. I hc that Cedric is definitely seen as "melancholic" because his mood shifts as well as masking (poorly) his mental state after having meltdowns in private

Definitely tugs at his hair, bites himself, hits his head/fists on hard surfaces during meltdowns :((

Cedric's job as royal sorcerer is fun for the knowledge as special interest aspect, but the social parts leaves him in bad burnout, at least before his redemption

Still hates the social aspect of his job though

Potions are his special interest

The amulet of avalor was a hyperfixation, there I said it!

Due to trauma, but also to adhd, I think Cedric has no emotional object permanence. Dude for real acts a little TOO shocked towards Sofias kindness-

There is two types of audhd: sarcasm is the only language they're fluent in, and cannot distinguish sarcasm to save their life. Cedric is the first.

Sofia is the second type LMAO

Where's the same outfit everyday. Like. Cedric would buy the same set of clothes/outfits because too many choices are just overwhelming, and too many textures are Bad

Speaking of textures, again

Picky eater

I've never seen Cedric eat anything except those jellybean looking candies at his parents house

Jellybean/sweets as a safe food

I hc personally that Cedric is familiar with food magic because he conjures his own meals. I can't imagine people would respect his needs/wants enough to be especially accommodating, so he did it himself

Cedric talks to children as equals because of the lack of social hierarchy due to autism

However with the royals his age he is desperately trying to please people for the sake of acceptance (mood)

Okay

Rapid fire s/o headcanons!

Y'all either talk for hours, or parallel play without a word

Doing Nothing Together While Vibing Is Essential

Even though y'all understand each other well, sometimes the weird social rules you force yourself to mask with still stick. So sometimes y'all will have to ask "are you mad or are you unmasked rn"

Same thing with sarcasm. Taking jokes too literally so then you gotta ask for clarification. At this point it just adds to the joke xD

Cuddling/hugs is the best because THE DEEP PRESSUREEEEE

But also don't touch me when I need space pls

Infodumping whenever the chances arise

Seeing cedrics eyes sparkle his smile lines crease when talking about something that excited him feels like the warmest ray of sunshine

Cedric will sometimes get distracted by how much he loves you and loves seeimh you being happy while infodumping and will ask you to repeat things while apologizing profusely

Cedric will buy you little comfort objects you like or give you cool things he finds

Pebbling!!!

Sometimes y'all need to sleep alone for the sake of space, but other nights you gotta be in each other's skin

And both are okay!

Laying in bed doing a separate activity until bedtime is a good compromise when one of you doesn't want to spend the night, but still wants time together

Switching hyperfixations

Adopting each other's vocal stims/speech mannerisms

Suddenly you're saying Merlin's mushrooms UNIRONICALLY

When shutdowns happen, y'all have communication cards! Very helpful for both parties :))

You both doodled in the margins of each other's communication cards

Cedric chronically loses his and you now you're just letting him use yours until they manifest again 😭

Meltdowns, Cedric needs to be alone. He just can't handle ANYONE seeing it, even you

You respect that... And take care of him afterwards with whatever he needs

Whatever way you need support during shutdowns/meltdowns, Cedric accommodates without question

Just

So much love and acceptance and CHOOSING to put in the work in your relationship

Anyways, that's all I got! Feel free to add on! TYSM for the ask!! This was so lovely and self indulgent to write lmaooo

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Will you test this for me?

A bit of a silly goofy not serious yandere story before I go to shleep. Gn everyone!

...I'm so fucking tired.

Warning(s): you drink a potion without knowing what it is, spoiler: it's a love potion, you get turned part mushroom, yandere Jade, unwanted kissing, crack I guess

"Say, (Y/N), would you please try this potion for me?" Jade asked you one day, handing you a glass bottle full of colourful liquid. "But you have to promise not to ask what it is."

"Sure, why not." You responded, sighing. "It's not like it'll make my life any worse."

Oh boy, you were wrong.

You drank the entire potion in one gulp, earning a surprised look from Jade.

"Oh my-! I... wasn't expecting you to drink it all." He said.

"What, is something... wrong with it...?"

"No, no! Of course not! Though, the effects may be a bit... stronger." He smirked deviously.

"Ugh, it tastes terrible..." You said as the taste finally hit you. It tasted like mushrooms, which it was most likely made of, knowing Jade.

"Fufu... have I ever told you how attractive you are, (Y/N)-?"

"Yes. Multiple times."

"Oh! Have I? How odd, I have... n-no memory of this." Jade nervously looked away from you "Now, I'll be heading off. Have a good rest of your day, (Y/N)."

"Yeah, you too, I guess."

If we're being honest here, you despised Jade Leech. But he's like, obsessed with you, so he's kinda hard to avoid.

What just happened is pretty par for the course. He'll just show up at Ramshackle dorm with random shit for you. Usually gifts and flowers and sweets and tea... and potions, apparently.

"Well, now that he's gone, I can go to bed... can't believe he made me get up at five in the morning just to drink some stupid potion." You said, a hand on top of your head. "Fuck, my scalp hurts..."

You went back to bed, hoping the pain would be gone tomorrow.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt very nauseous. And when you looked in the mirror...

"I'm gonna fucking kill him."

A bunch of mushrooms had sprouted from the top of your head.

You angrily got dressed and made your way to school.

Ace, after making fun of you for a full seven minutes, got Deuce to laugh at you as well. Deuce didn't laugh at you, but he did try to take a pair of scissors and cut the mushrooms off your head.

"OW OW OW OW DEUCE STOP STOP STOP-! SHIT WHY DOES THAT HURT SO MUCH?!" You screamed.

"AHHHH I'M SORRY PREFECT I WAS TRYING TO HELP I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY-!" Deuce cried.

Later, you ran into Idia (why did he have to leave his room on today of all days) and he showed you something on his phone, a cow made of cubes covered in mushrooms and basically said "It like u fr"

After being made fun of by everyone in the school, you barged into the potionology classroom, absolutely fuming.

"Ah, pup, we're in the middle of a class right n-" Crewel stared at you for a second. "...why, might I ask, are you covered in mushrooms...?"

"Ah, good! You're here!" Jade smiled. "Here you are, Professor Crewel! My homework! I have successfully turned someone partially into a mushroom!"

"You what." You stared at Jade, not knowing what emotion you were feeling.

"Leech, listen to me and listen to me closely." Crewel placed a hand on his head in annoyance. "As impressive as this is. This was not your homework...!"

"Oh dear... and I worked so hard on my potion..." Jade faked sadness.

"Jade what the fuck did you do to me?"

"Ok. I suppose, your new homework is to find a way to turn (Y/N) back to normal, understand?"

"Oh, there's no need, Professor! I assure you, the potion will wear off by the end of the year!"

"JADE WHAT THE HELL?!" You yelled out in annoyance.

"BAD DOG. Find a way to turn them back before the end of the year."

"Please, hold on a moment, Professor. Our homework was to create a love potion, correct?"

"...yes?"

"(Y/N), do you love me?" Jade asked. He knows the answer.

"Yes, of course I do, Jade!" You responded without thinking. What the hell. You absolutely meant to say no. What just happened.

"I'm sure you know (Y/N)... hates me, to put it lightly. And yet, they responded with yes."

"Hm... I suppose you're right." Crewel glared. "Though I'm not convinced-"

"(Y/N), do you want to-" [JADE PROCEEDED TO ASK A VERY INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION REGARDING INTERCOURSE BETWEEN YOU AND HIM]

"Yes of course! I'd love nothing more than to have you-" [YOU RESPOND IN A SIMILARLY INAPPROPRIATE WAY]

"Ok, no talking about sex during class, please." Crewel groaned. "Fine, you pass, I suppose. Why did you have to mix it with a potion that turns them part mushroom, though?"

"Personal interests." Jade responded, disgusting you.

"Leave my vicinity immediately." Crewel demanded.

Jade took you out into the hallway with him , and fucking kabedon-ed you.

"I absolutely hate you, Jade."

"Your responses earlier say otherwise." He laughed to himself. "Would you like to kiss me?"

"Of course, Jade!" You said, not wanting to.

You kissed each other in the hallway and the basketball club walked in on it happening and believe me when I say Ace and Floyd are never gonna let you live this down.

[blueseachelle]

I would like so Scanlan x fem alchemist fluff. S/O wants Scanlan to be safer in fights. So in secret tries to make a lute that can double as a shield but she has to ask for his help when she can't tune it right.

I love this idea! Let's get to it! Might be a little short but, I'm getting back in the swing of things.

Protected

Scanlan X Fem! Alchemist! Reader

You were recruited into the group because you are a friend of Percy's. You grew up in the science and magic of the time and are a prodigy.

You've excelled in everything you have crafted and enchanted. Never once had to question if anything was ever working properly. You knew it will always work.

Percy and you have done many collaborations in the past and when he asked if you wanted in on some grandeur, you are never one to say no.

After traveling with the group for a while, You seem to have caught the eye of a certain Gnome. He was always around you somehow. He would be in your "lab" cracking jokes and messing up some potions you were making.

The only curse you have of being the way you are is the fact that you are shy. You did talk but, your emotions were a mystery to express and feel. The perks of always being in a library, right?

You slowly began to feel something for the gnome and expressed these feelings to your best friend, Percy, of course. Percy, who is also in the same boat, asked Keyleth in private the same thing you told him and figured out that you are gaining feelings for Scanlan.

Of course, after the conversation he had with Keyleth, she assumed that he had feeling for someone. (To save you face, he asked vague questions and now, people think he has feelings for someone.)

Percy told you his findings and you thought about them. You wanted to express these feelings somehow. Well, you couldn't do it through words because you are shy. Why not something you can observe that Scanlan needs?

Perfect! Now, you just have to figure out what.

A little bit of time and lots of observations went by and you figured out the perfect gift.

How about a lute that can protect him as a shield? Perfect!

After that, you started to lock your lab door. Scanlan started to worry about you because you always told him, along with everyone else, to go away. Hell, its been 3 days and no one knows if you ate or drank anything.

Scanlan was at his wit's end. He will get in that door and see if you are okay.

He walked to your door of the Keep. He stood there and took in a deep breath.

"Y/N. I know you have been telling everyone to leave but, I'm getting worried. WE are getting worried about you're health. So, please, just let me in. I need to see you."

It was silent in the hall until a TWANG noise responded from the other side of the door.

Scanlan knew that noise... It's a snapped string!

The door slowly opened. The light revealed the pure eyes of his love. Yes, he really liked her. Can't you tell?

Y/n opened the door fully. Her hands hide something behind her back.

Scanlan let out a breath of relief.

"Darling, you can't be doing this. Have you even eaten in these 3 days?"

The girl just blushed and looked down at him.

"U-um. I was busy with something important and.... I can't finish it."

Scanlan raised a brow.

"You are never known not to finish a project so, lets see it so we can get a different perspective on it together."

Her faced turned even redder,

"W-well. It's for you. But, I wanted to finish it first."

The gnome just smiled up at her,

"My love, I know it will be great. Finished or not."

She nodded and slowly revealed the concealed item.

It was a lute. A beautiful hand-carved lute. It had some symbols on it throughout the carved swirled pattern.

Scanlan gingerly took the lute. When his fingers touched it. It was like a small wave of magic moved across the face of the wood. He was speechless.

Y/n scratched the back of her head,

"Y-you see. I enchanted it to be able to double as a shield in battle. The unfinished part it that I can't tune it because... I'm not musically inclined enough to do it. I hand-carved it and enchanted it myself."

Scanlan looked up and locked eyes with her,

"I love it but, why would you do this for me? It took some much time and effort to make this for me... Why?"

Y/n just smiled,

"I want to protect the ones I love so, it was no big deal."

Scanlan just looked up at her again. He quickly jumped on the stool next to her and kissed her. After what felt like an eternity, they parted.

"I love you as well. So so much."

With that, Y/n sat next to him as he tuned his new lute.

Y/n and Scanlan started dating after this. He always kissed her throughout battle as a little thank you for protecting him. His lute, of course. She always smiled and giggled as they delt with the next problem they are asked to solve.

[weird-dere-fics]

Awww Twyla this sounds like so much fun! You remind me of an all seeing leader whose purpose is to choose jobs for people! And unlike those rebels in those stories who don't want your guidance, I do!!

So, lovely Tywla, I present to you 🌼

I trust you know what to do 💛💛

Patchy!! My most treasured peddler welcome, welcome! 🧡🧡🧡🧡

I am happy to see you this fine day and I hope it is treating you nicely <3. I appreciate you finding some significance in my “guidance”. It is so very kind of u. I hope it makes your heart smile :3.

On that note, my darling love, I am assigning you medicine making. I feel you would make a splendid apothecary 🪻🌿.

Not a far cry from your work peddling potions, my dear, though it is slightly more mundane.

There’s something so special about you Patchy, Like a sixth sense, if you will. You always know just what someone needs and when they need it. It is a special gift that touches many and warms them from the inside out in times of turmoil.

Your hands already work as agents of healing, working their magic each time your fingers touch the keys of your chosen device. You are indeed as sweet as a peach 🍑. And in a world/worldwide web as wrought with toxicity and bad feelings as the ones we dwell in, you are an absolute gem that performs miracles.

Aiding mental ailments is easy schmeasy for you~. But trying your hand at doing the same with physical ailments might be a new adventure that would teach you many things about life, yourself, and other people ówò. It may just give you the chance to find that good in yourself everyone else sees that you can’t quite seem to make out for yourself 💜💜💜.

Bokuto was brought to you, sick as a dog, barely clinging to life, believing all is already lost. Everyone else he had known and cared for had gone to the sickness already. What was the use in holding on, then?

You had already promised yourself you would save this man, but when you had found you were all he had left? Him giving up like this simply wouldn’t do. Not on your watch. Day by day you made his medicine. You created your potions too. You spoke to him softly, reassuringly. Slowly but surely you were breathing life into him.

And it’s days like this, where the sun is beating down on him as he chases down a boar for both of your dinner, stronger and happier than he’s ever been, that he thinks of what you’ve done for him. Through your works you taught him how to breathe once more, to smile again, to love. He’s only glad that you let him make you his and allowed him to care for you in return <333.

I love u my sweet, sweet friend úwù

. . send me an emoji and I'll tell you what study vibes you give me :3

[madwomansapologist]

hello can you make headcanons about the yandere mikaelson family in love/obsessed with the same woman (reader)

Mikaelson Family being obsessed with you would include

Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Mikaelson Family | AO3

synopsis: you seduced a whole family, wow. I would say good job, but seeing those siblings I thinks it would be better if I wish you good luck.

warning: vampire stuff, stalking and all that jazz (also, you know that thing called canon? Yeah, I ignore it)

ps: thanks for your request my love! I know that I made you wait for that, but I put a big effort on this one! Hope u like it!

• None of the Mikaelson siblings were expecting to find love when they move to Mistic Falls. Klaus plan, Elijah had to take care of Klaus, Rebecca had so many questions about herself that she need to solve and Kol just wanted to live his life in a way that would make the rest of his family really embarassed. They didn't have time os space or even the intencion to have love in their lifes

• Yet, that was what they all find there. In different ways, at different times, but with the same person: you

Kol Mikaelson 🥀

• Kol was the one that meet you first. He remember that moment so well that if he close his eyes it could almost feel like being again at the Grill and seeing you for the first time

• Actually, the first thing he notice about you was your scent. Even now he can't say if it is your natural scent or a perfume. When Kol inspire that marvellous scent of apple and caramel he felt his chest burn. He left his drink on the table and look around, trying to find who was doing that to him. It wasn’t just a perfume, it was more like a sweet love potion attracting him into a trap

• Kol follow his instincts and found who was seducing him. Alone at the bar, with a red daiquiri on her hands, was the most beautiful woman Kol had ever seen. You looked ethereal. Kol made his way on your direction and use his charm to chat with you. All his “you know you shouldn’t be talking to me because I will break your heart but you can’t ignore how bad you want me to do it” energy was used to make you interest onto talkig to him

• He wasn’t going to waist time waiting, he is the kind of man that do what he need to do. And Kol needed to know you. Different than one of his older brothers, Kol wouldn't hesitate about being closer and closer to you

• Kol loves when you let him became part of your routine and also enjoy when you invited him to your house. With his knowlegde about you, with your permission to come into your house, you didn’t even knew how much power you we’re giving to him

• Kol courts you with gifts. He loves to make you smile and soon he realize that he will do anything you want if that means he can see your happy face. At first it starts with jewerly and books, but as soons as he notice that he felt for you was different than anything he ever felt he get it: he would die for you in secret.

• Obviously he loves when you hug him because of something he did to you, but he also loves to see you happy because of a job promotion that he made up to you. He don't need the recognition, he just want to see you smiling

• When you understood that he was a vampire (we will come back to this subject later) a lot of things change. And with time and a lot of trust, you let him drink from you. He has charm and knew how to provoke you until you let him. Kol had always loved your smell and had, somehow, discover that your taste was even better 

• He didn’t even know how protective he was until you. He walk you to your house after your work, he sometimes follows you just to know that you are fine, make sure that your house is safe and even add some verbein on your coffee

• Kol also didn’t know that he was so nosy. He read your books just to know what lines did you mark, he enters your house when you aren’t their just to look how everything is going, and even steal some of your clothes just to have a part of you with him. Privacy isn't a word present on his vocabulary

Elijah Mikaelson 🍷

• Elijah meet you a little bit after Kol made his way into your house. You we’re looking for a specific book on a library, murmuring to yourself the name of the author so you wouldn't forget, and your voice made Elijah’s heart skip a beat. It inebriated him, the sweet and slow tone making everything else seens so less important. It was a intricate symphony and all he wanted to do was to listen to it again and again and again

• Elijah is way more restrained than his brother. A little bit less invasive, way more observer. He let you have your space and woud respect that, all he want is for you to aspire for him on your life. Elijah wants to be needed for you, not be a inconvenient

• Elijah treat you like a princess because he want you to never think that you are less than that. Elijah is more practical. He clean your house when you are sick, cook while you work, massage your back when you are tired

• He is a real gentleman. Until the moment he is not. That man can be so jealous. Do you really think he would let anyone touch his mate? You are his, and Elijah will make sure no one forgets that. He can even get a little rude and agressive with the tought of you with someone else came to his mind, but he tries to not show this side of himself to you. It get worse when he see someone helping you, doing something for you, making your life easier. He loose his tempter when that happens

• Elijah would never admit that but he loves to watch you when you don’t know he is doing that. To see you doing mundane things, like washing your dishware or just cooking something for yourself, or even watch you discussing something personal with someone or changing your clothes: Elijah should be embarrassed, but he feels like heaven

• Elijah and you had a thing: read together. Just both of you on your couch with a soft blanket and tea, reading different books with your legs touching. You both don’t even need to talk, the silence is not umcomfortable. It is so easy to be around Elijah without the need to talk, it feels so intimate

• You both even have your little book club. Every friday you both talk about whats happening on the book your reading, what do you that is going to happen. It is fun to see Elijah having no clue about who did kill the victim, somehow he never discover

• While Kol feel a happiness emerge from his skin when he drink your blood, Elijah wants the oposite. Elijah don't like when you get hurt, that only makes him worried about you or mad with whoever hurt you, but he loves the shiver that runs up his spine when you go for him because you need his protection, because you need his blood to be fine again

• Unknowing to the fact that Kol already put verbein to your coffee, Elijah did the same. The aroma of coffee is so strong that he didn't realize it already has verbein. Elijah also gave you a necklace with verbein on it, just to ensure

Rebekah Mikaelson 💋

• And then you meet Rebecca. And she absolutely hated you. With every cell of her body. She envied your beaty, your intelligence, your symphathy, your kindness, your friends. She wanted to be you. To wear your skin. Have your hair, your nails, your lips. And soon she realize that she didn't wanted to be you: she wanted to have you

• Your first interaction wasn't nice, not at all, but when she understood her feelings for your it start to get better. She did put a lot of effort to make you forget the way she treated you

• She can be hard to deal sometimes. You understood that she easily can feel insecure. You also feel that, so you show her how important and incredible she is. Gentle words are important in your relationship

• Rebecca likes to choose what you gonna wear, what kinda of make up you gonna use, how your hair gonna be cut. She likes that. To transform you into a doll. Her doll. She likes to feel like she own you. Mine is a commom word to her mouth

• And she is way more impulsive then her brothers. Even Kol is nothing compared to her. If you are angry she gonna fight the person who wronged you. If you are sad then she gonna do anything to make you smile. If someone threaten you then Rebecca will need to wash blood from her hands. She doesnt even think about the consequences

• Shopping with Rebecca is always so funny. She seens like someone who don't know what kinda of clothes are trending, like she sleep for the entire decade and just woke up. Help her with her stylistic desicions make you so happy

• Rebecca also protect you with verbein. She gave you a perfume that hid the verbein scent, making sure that you wouldn't be vulnerable to others

Klaus Mikaelson 🐞

• Klaus, well, that man is crazy when it comes about love. For him it was love at first sight. Literally. When he put his eyes on you he knew that you we're meant to be his and nothing on this world would stoped him from being yours

• He does not care anyone that isn't you. No one would be more important than you. Klaus is not affraid of becoming a villain if that means you are his. And Klaus is also not affraid of loving with all his soul and body

• Klaus win your love with handwritten letters. You we're charmed by them. The attention about the detals, how his words we're so kind, the warm feeling that rule your body after reading them: you we're in love

• That men is jealous. Anyone, everyone, is a threat. Don't matter if you say that he is being paranoid, he won't hear you. You are his and his only. Klaus don't have time to breath and calm down, he simply acts towards who is around you

• Klaus spend money with you with the same ease a host would gave water to a guest. If you say that you like some author he gonna give you a collection with all their books. If he saw you looking at someone outfits then your closet will gain more clothes. Klaus always have the best gifts

• Klaus loves to paint you. From memory, with you posing, abstract, realist, portraits: he would paint you in any way. Wine and time: that is all he needs to when it comes about saving your beaty for the future

• You both have what you like to call Music Date. You show him your favorite song and he does the same. It is so fun to see his reactions and it is also really cool when you both hear something that it is really great. You tend to not say when you like a song he show you, just not having to deal with him bragging

• Klaus don't want you to find out about the whole vampire side of his life, so he is really carefull about it. Klaus don't want you to be manipulated by another vampire, but he also don't want you to find out about the verbein, so he was creative. Yes, Klaus put it on your make up

Originals 🚩

• The reason for them to discover that they we're all in love with the same woman was excess of verbein. They we're all making you ingest or inhale or use so much verbein that you literally get a allergic reaction

• Elijah felt guilty when he saw you at the hospital. While you we're sleeping he came to your house to throw away all the ground coffee with verbein

• Then Kol enter your kitchen, ready to do what his brother already did

• Then Rebecca get out of your bedroom after change your perfume ready to fight whoever had invaded your house

• Then Klaus open the front door, while a whole new kit of make up

• It was a really weird moment. They didn't say anything. They didn't move. They didn't even breath. It was clearly what was happening. And suddenly, after a strange silence, they we're all screaming to one another

• They get over it, but they need some time to be okay with the fact that you we're dating for people at the same time and they didn't even realize that. How many hours you day have so you we're able to do that?

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[nicelytousled]

There's a lot I dislike about witcher season 2 but I want to ramble about the parts I did enjoy and by that I mean I'm gonna list all the yennskier moments:

the SMILE on Yen's face when she realises who's performing

"Bard." "Witch."

Hugging. They are h u g g i n g.

"I miss the days when my biggest problem was an ever-present sing-songy twit."

"I am not having this conversation unless I'm drinking."

Again the way Yen smiles at him she's so amused by him I love it

"My dear, generous lady."

That song could be about anyone. Mm. Anyone. Mm-hm. Anyone. Mm. Anyone. Mm.

"We're better off without him." "Yes."

"The man, the myth, the legend." Jaskier's tiny smile

Jaskier threatening Cahir with a bottle I love him he's absolutely useless

Yen rolling her eyes at him when he does that I'm gonna do what I do best bit

Yen resting her head against the wall and groaning when Jaskier starts having a go at the dock worker

Joey just looks at Anya so tenderly and like... same man same

"I'm scared too. I'm scared that one day the muses will stop speaking to me. Because who are we when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this continent to do?"

Comparing the loss of her magic to his fear of losing his artistic edge is a big ol' chef's kiss from me we love to see it

"Chaos could never be done with the likes of you. Yennefer of Vengerberg. Of that much, I am certain. So, if it's all the same to you, goodbye, good luck, good riddance."

THE WAY HES ALMOST WHISPERING THIS DIALOGUE THOUGH it's so intimate...

That interview where Joey said Jaskier is in love with whoever is in front of him, this is that and it's GREAT

And it's all the starker in comparison to Geralt this season. It feels like you could knock on the side of Geralt's head and it would echo because of how hollow his character is.

When Yen goes to investigate who hurt Jaskier and Cahir pops up like YENNEFER WHAT ARE YOU D O I N G ???

"see if any little shit-birds under the name of Jaskier have been caged" yeah Yen get his ass

Loved watching Jaskier get tortured 10/10

Yen pretending to be his drunk wife is iconic she's so smart

"Uh... uh... This is- this is my wife. She has nothing to do with this."

Yen kissing the side of his head...

The way he yells please don't hurt her!

When Rience snaps his fingers in front of Yen's face to make fire and she blows so the alcohol on her breath makes a little flamethrower moment I YELLED love of my life did I say she's so smart? She's so smart

Yen bearing Jaskier's weight as they run away with his arm over her shoulder...

"You don't get to play damsel in distress. That's my job." and the way Yen slaps him playfully on the chest...

"Ohh! Oh, she's so scary."

He really is the epitome of my wife is a bitch and I like her so much.

Fucking...fucky...fuck.

The way he yells her name after she disappears...

Jaskier's tits have entered the chat.

Season 2 really said buff Jaskier rights. They had to give him that awful hair otherwise he would have been too powerful.

"She risked her life for me. I always knew there was some deeper feeling for me beneath all that rage and... hair. She's got a lot of hair, that woman."

The way she wakes him up like she slaps his hip and then grabs his face in her hands and says "I need you."

This moment is under ten seconds and she touches him on his thigh, his hip, his arm, his cheek, and runs her hand along his arm again as she walks away like HELLO?

yes I watched it a bunch of times in 0.5 speed leave me alone

"The last time I woke up next to you, you grabbed me by the balls and then blew up the building, so-" "Come on!" "Oh, for fucks sake."

"Golden Oriole." "Golden what? Areola? Pretty sure that's got something to do with nipples. But then again if it was up to me I'd make everything about nipples."

"Tell me what to do." Come on he's practically BEGGING you to peg him Yen.

"What are you gonna do?" "What witches do best. Make a potion." Jaskier's tiny smile again.

The way he throws that stupid stone up in the air and catches it before he leaves the laboratory like stop flirting we get it

"You're back. Are you alright?" again the way he speaks SO SOFTLY to her what the FUCK

and the way he rushes forward when it looks like she's about to stumble and holds her elbow...

The way Yen examines her wrists and Jaskier is like gently cupping the back of her hand in his palm and then she pulls away and they look at one another for a moment...

[twistedmusings]

Petting Dorm

A/N: I petted my cat for a good thirty minutes yesterday while I was watching the translation for the camp event and...surely the Savannaclaw members must like at least some pets, right? Like they must really want some pets after a good long hard day. Warnings: None, just descriptions of petting and three very happy boys u wu

The Savannaclaw members watch on as Grim gets the petting of a lifetime, wondering when the hell it is going to be their turn.

“Grim you are acting so spoiled.”

“Nyaha~! I deserve to be spoiled today! I aced my test while Ace and Deuce failed and me and Epel got a good grade in the potions assignment today!”

Grim leans back into your touch as you rub all the way to the tip of his ears before going right back down again. He lets out a happy grunt as his little foot starts to twitch, your hands now massaging right under his ears and near his cheeks before scratching right near the nape of his neck.

“Fgnaa...go a little lower!”

“Here?”

“Ah~! I really needed this. This is the reason I made you my henchman, [Y/N]”

“Because of how much I’m petting you?”

You press a kiss to Grim’s face, the other complaining for a moment before smiling as your finger rubs right on the top of his head. The two Ramshackle residents keep talking as they sit in the middle of the Savannaclaw lounge, many eyes staring at them but three sets of eyes in particular glaring at the cat currently laying his entire body on one of their pillows.

“[Y/N]-san...” Jack speaks up first as he watches Grim’s leg give another twitch, his eyes not even looking at you but focusing entirely on your hands.

“Hm?”

“Did you…” the wolf man can practically feel a shiver down his spine as you rub right under Grim’s ears, “Did you...uh...did you bring the assignment?”

“I did.” you play with Grim’s tail before running your hand up and down his back, “I thought you said you wanted to start when Ace and Deuce got here though.”

Leona growls when Grim lets out another satisfied sigh, watching your hands go right back up to play with his ears as you press the tips of them together and then watch them go back to their normal place.

“What is even keeping them so long?”

You shrug and rub a little circle right on Grim’s forehead, Ruggie following the movement with his head as he closed his eyes.

He could almost feel it--

Another slow and agonizing five minutes later and you sigh, shaking the shivers out of your hands as Grim is finally asleep, leg up in the air as you pull away from him and pull out your phone.

“Knowing those two they probably forgot…” you shake your head and stand up, “I’ll go get them--”

“NO!”

All Savanna claw members stand up as they lean towards you, eyes wide with different emotions as you do your best to understand their sudden outburst.

“What’s...what’s wrong?”

“You’re not leaving.”

You blink and point to the exit.

“I’ll only be gone for a couple of minutes, I’m not going to take long--”

“Sit down.”

It was frustrating that you couldn’t disobey this man even if you wanted to. The way he did anything was just so annoyingly confident that you weren’t even surprised when you simply sat down on whatever chair was available before Leona plopped himself in front of you and put his head on your lap.

“You have a lot of nerve petting that raccoon in front of me.” he glares at you before closing his eyes and leaning further back, ears twitching expectantly as you look down at him in, well, rather justified confusion.

“I’m...sorry?” you put your hands up and look at Jack and Ruggie, “I honestly do not know what to do, what is he talking about?”

You can practically feel Leona’s growl against you as he grabs your hands and puts them on his hair, letting your fingers reach deep into the dark waves as he visibly relaxes and lets you go.

“Whatever the hell you did to that cat monstrosity you better do for me...and if it isn’t as good that it makes me fall asleep in five minutes then I’ll be using you as one of my pillows.”

What...the hell?

Your eyes look over at Ruggie and Jack but they don’t even seem to be paying attention to you, simply looking on as you start to do some of the things you remembered doing for Grim.

He smiles as the petting finally starts, his ears being played with gently before your hands rub the tips and press them flat on his head. They give a solid twitch as they pop back up, twitching once again as they pick up your slight chuckling.

Now he understood why the raccoon had been so vocal about this treatment. Feeling your hands reach right under his ears and scratch made him let out a happy groan, tilting his head back as he gave you more room to play with.

You scratch the back of his head with one hand while the other does little cross shapes on his forehead, Leona opening his eyes to watch you work so diligently on putting him to sleep.

“Is this something you do every day for that thing?”

“His name is Grim.” you say and go back to playing with his ears, “And no, not all days. Only when he does really good.”

Leona closes his eyes as he moves his head to the right as your fingers scratch one spot in particular.

“Is that all it takes?”

“Yeah...I mean it keeps him motivated.”

He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.

“I stayed awake during one of Crewel’s lectures.”

You stop scratching to look down at him, amazed at what he just told you.

There was no way that was true.

“Awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“As in fully awake? Listening to the lecture awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“...what was the lecture about?”

Leona yawns and opens one eye to look at you.

“Advanced Magical History.”

You frown knowing for a fact that you cannot quiz him on anything since you still weren’t in that class. The reason for him telling you this was lost on you for a moment before you looked down in surprise and realized what this really was about.

No way...

Had he told you about that...just to justify you petting him?

“That’s really good Leona-senpai” you test the waters carefully, running your hand through his hair as he tilted his head back so he could feel the pull of your hands a bit more. Your eyes widen when the dorm leader nods along to the rather shallow praises you were sending his way.

“I didn’t know you were such a hard worker.”

“Mmmhm.”

“Or able to stay awake for so long.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I always thought you were just a lazy lion who liked to sleep all day.”

“Mmmmmm.”

It takes your entire will of strength to not laugh at Leona’s face. This man usually had his guard up so much that no one could ever get a read on him but give him some scratches and he opened up like a kitten to a new owner?

You knew you had blackmail material in your hands but the prospect of using it was still rather terrifying.

Leona’s threats should never be taken lightly.

You finish by rubbing his ears and letting go, the dorm leader’s head lolling forward as you stand up and grab whatever cushion you can get your hands on and putting it under his head so that you can lay him on the ground softly.

That was...weird.

“...I’m going to get Ace and Deuce now. If we don’t finish this assignment we are going to be screwed."

“[Y/N]!”

What should he say? He had just called your name out randomly and put himself in danger of waking up Leona. Dammit think of something, Ruggie!

He seems to come up with an answer as his usual playful smile comes back, standing up and walking over to you as his tail wags slightly.

“I can go get them for you.”

You smile and take his hands, shaking them twice before plopping yourself down on another available seat.

“Ruggie-senpai you are so nice! I think they might be at Heartslabyul? Ace might have dragged Deuce in on a game of cards or they most likely got caught doing something they shouldn’t. If you have any problems just text--Ruggie-senpai?”

Blue gray eyes look up at you, Ruggie’s trademark smile shining up at you as he giggles.

“Shishishi...you really think I wouldn’t do this without a price, [Y/N]-san?”

He grins and grabs your hands again, putting them right under his ears as he closes his eyes.

“Ruggie-senpai our assignment--!”

“Five minutes! That’s plenty of payment for the walk I’m about to do all the way to Heartslabyul!”

“It isn’t that long of a walk!?”

Ruggie shrugs as moves his head so that it is at the most comfortable position on your lap.

“Hm, but I also will have to walk all the way back to Savannaclaw so maybe it should be ten…”

You should stop talking at this point or else the times were going to go up higher, your hands getting to work as you scratch right in between his ears, Ruggie’s grin melting into a satisfied smile as you dug your fingers into his hair and started to scratch right under his scalp which earned you a giggle.

This sort of petting was so different than the ones he would use to get in the Afterglow. Just some slum kids trying to give each other love and affection because in the end, they all needed it after a hard day. Petting someone like this was a sign of close friendship and even romance, if done with that intent, but Ruggie never thought humans would be any good at it.

Yet the way your hands rubbed small circles right on his forehead, the very action you had done to Grim, he was still surprised he was half awake and not falling asleep on your lap.

“Mmm...is there anything else that needs to get done, [Y/N]?”

You smile when you see him so relaxed, surprised at how comfortable he looked. This hyena ran around the school doing errand after errand and getting buck after buck. It was almost inspiring if it wasn’t for the fact that some of his dealing weren't necessarily...legal?

Not like you knew about law in Twisted Wonderland so you let it pass.

“Not really, not for me anyway.”

Ruggie pouts but still melts when you run your fingers through his hair, starting right at his forehead and working all the way to the back. His ears twitched as you rubbed the tips before pressing both of them together.

“Well I am not charging for the walk back but if you want me to wrangle up those two first years I should charge a bit more, so when I come back I want what Leona-san got--”

“Ruggie-senpai it’s been five minutes.”

Jack’s tail is curled around him while he looks away, his eyes only barely making contact with yours as he looked at Ruggie and then back at, well, nothing.

Ruggie clicks his tongue before standing up and shrugging.

“Fine. I guess I will take that as a down payment.” he grins at you, “I will take the full payment later!”

You want to ask just what kind of payment he was talking about but you decide to keep quiet because that man would find some way to convince you that, yes, you do owe him something and that your payment was going to not be your money but your time.

And you didn’t have a lot of that to be spending it all in one place.

He walks off and you lean back, smiling as your hands finally get a break. Grim’s fur was always so silky and if you were to compare it you would say it was the same as Leona’s hair but Ruggie’s was definitely a bit more rough. It wasn’t a bad sort of rough but you figured this was the difference between long haired and short haired animals.

Although since Leona was a lion wouldn’t he also have short hair? Or was his hair more like his mane?

And what about Jack?

You turn towards your friend, tilting your head as you catch him staring.

“I don’t know why but I always feel like I have to apologize for Ace and Deuce, Jack. Maybe it’s because I met them first?”

He shakes his head, “You shouldn’t apologize for their actions.”

“Well they are also my friends so...I figured I could do this much for them.”

You wiggle your fingers in front of your face as you send Jack a teasing smile, “Want me to pet you too?”

The wolf’s tail goes right up before Jack pushes it back down with a growl, his cheeks burning a beautiful bright red as he answers back.

“We should just wait for Ace and Deuce, I want to get this assignment done already.”

“Me too. But it’s going to be a few minutes before they come back.”

“Oi!”

You are already standing up when Jack complains, telling you that you really didn’t need to do any sort of things like that for him and that he was perfectly fine and didn’t want to get distracted--!

“You’re the only one who didn’t force me to pet him, Jack. Just relax and unwind!” you smile and sit right behind him and open your legs so that you could pull him back and let his head rest on your stomach. His neck now burns bright red as you scratch right under his ears which only served to make his leg bounce slightly while he slowly got accustomed to your touches.

He wondered if you would pet him when he was using his unique magic as well, although knowing him he would get on his back and present his stomach if it started feeling this good and he didn’t want Ace, Deuce or even you teasing him about it! It wasn’t that his was enjoying this to that point--!

It’s just that somehow you knew just what spots to scratch and for how long to scratch them that he was starting to feel weak.

“Hm. So you would be a long hair…” you mutter to yourself as Jack closes his eyes, pressing his cheek against your palm as you rub circles right on his temples, “I think I like your hair the most...but maybe I’m just playing favourites here.”

The wolf wants to ask you a bit more about him being your possible favourite from the Savannaclaw dorm but his jaw snaps shut when he sees his dorm leader start to get up, glaring at the two of you with a dry smile.

“So you’re the favourite, huh?”

Jack blinks as he looks back at you and then at Leona.

“Leona-senpai--!”

The lion moves closer as he presses his body right against Jack’s shoulder, grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his own shoulder so that you would fit both of them in between.

“Ow--! Owowowowow--I’m not that flexible, Leona-senpai!!”

“He got his turn and now I want another one. Get to work, herbivore.”

“Hey!”

The three of you look to see Ruggie pointing an accusatory finger in your direction.

“What are you hogging [Y/N] for! They still owe me! Move over!”

He shoves at Jack’s unoccupied shoulder, trying to make his way into the little nest as you feel your other leg being raised up--!

“Stop! What in the world do you think I am--and where is Ace and Deuce!?”

Ruggie blinks before looking around.

“Oh right...I was supposed to go get them.”

[baju69]

Debts Of Love || Regulus Black

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pairing: Regulus Black x fem!reader

word count: 398

fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders ERA)

warnings: mostly angst {sad and hurt Regulus facing his destiny} and lil bit of fluff

summary: Regulus is the last hope for the Noble House of Black. While diving on a dark future of pain and suffering, will his love for Y/N survive all the odds?

A/N: helloooo… this is my first ever pov posted! english is NOT my first language, so I'm rly sorry if something is misspelled and I would love to get some corrections or anything else! (dont let it flop! <3) the gif is not mine! — BY THE WAY: this fic is inspired on a @maybanksslut / @starkeysslut work and I’ll be forever gratefull for the supporting words that u gave me! thanks a lot.

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part one | part two

Being in the dark was part of Regulus' own routine after he was claimed for Slytherin five years ago. He felt almost at home while walking through the empty hallways between classes, the torches flashed life across his now pale and tired body; occasionally his dark ringed eyes would glance off the stone walls in a pathetic attempt to reconnect his surroundings.

But the fire from the candles in the Great Hall couldn’t warm him anymore. The food was flavourless. The classes didn’t make any sense for him — not even Potions with his favorite, Professor Slughorn. He wasn’t sure anymore if his veins were filled with the flow of red blood or venom since he began the training. Every single movement, with or without his wand, required an absurd amount of energy that he found more and more difficult to provide. The venom was black, the kind of poison that not even the tongues of his classmates were able to spill.

Regulus was the remaining hope for the Noble House of Black now. No time for running away, no time for losses and above all, no time for love.

"How 's going?” Lucius mumbled, resting a hand on his left shoulder.

“Fine” he murmured against the thin cold air that embraced the lake at this time of year. Most of the students stayed inside the castle in this type of weather, with flakes of snow floating side by side while winter slowly ended.

“You don’t seem fine” replied Malfoy. Regulus didn’t need to look up to know how Lucius looked. They had the same lack of health, sleep and urge to appear on days like his. With a shrug, both of them watched a blank spot on the grass.

“You’re not the caring one of the group, Malfoy” Regulus stayed on the ground while his friend raised his eyebrows in a confused way, getting up with a tired sigh. “If I don’t seem fine, you should think about how you’re looking”

“I’ll be waiting in the Astronomy tower, same time” he spat, voice embraced with the same black venom that filled their bodies. “Don’t be late again.”

Regulus didn’t respond. He kept looking at the same spot as before, where the girl flipped pages of an Ancient Runes book with the help of her wand.

The pain he felt didn’t compare to how much he misses her.

[impishtubist]

Hey!! So I've recently been on a harry-sirius binge and have read a lot of fics abt Sirius being protective of his baby boy and giving his dates the shovel talk.

What I haven't seen is someone (preferably a boy) actually messing up and hurting Harry's feelings and Sirius finding out abt it.

I just really want to see how he would react and the consequences Harry's date would face, bcoz as dramatic as shovel talks are, nobody actually carries out those threats right?

So if you could please write something for me (or maybe bully one of ur friends into doing it coz I've noticed u have quite a reputation for that😅...no offense!!)

Thanks😊

p.s. I would prefer it to be only harry-sirius (no Remus or Wolfstar) but anything's fine.

I actually really love this! You’re right, we never see how Sirius would react if someone broke Harry’s heart, but you know he would not let that slide. 

I don't think I would be physically capable of writing this as an actual fic without Remus involved. I understand not wanting Wolfstar, but I can't imagine a universe where Sirius didn't immediately call his best friend and fellow Marauder for backup after he learns that someone broke Harry's heart. 😂 Remus is extremely unhinged, after all, and he would be excellent at helping Sirius plot revenge. 

But I will attempt to do a Remus-less bullet point fic for you:

The boy who breaks Harry’s heart is absolutely Draco, because he’s an asshole.

Sirius didn’t approve of Harry dating Draco at all, but he kept his mouth shut because he’s a good dad. 

Harry breaks things off immediately after he catches Draco cheating, and he moves back home to Grimmauld after that, but he’s heartbroken and barely leaves his room. Even visits from his little godson Teddy don’t cheer him up.

(Yes this is DH-compliant because it’s the only way I can make sure Remus doesn’t accidentally appear lmao.) 

(Also Sirius is raising Teddy because I said so. This has nothing to do with the plot, I just needed everyone to know that.) 

Sirius spends a lot of time comforting Harry. Curling up in bed with him as Padfoot. Cooking all his favorite meals. Coaxing him out of his room so they can watch trash Muggle TV together. Giving Harry lots of hugs and giving him the space to grieve and cry. 

Sirius also goes over to the flat and packs up all of Harry’s things for him, because he’s damn well not going to make Harry step foot in that place again (and also plants a few magical surveillance devices.) 

There’s a big Ministry function that Harry and Draco were supposed to attend together at the end of the month that Harry still has to attend, and he’s dreading running into his ex and the affair partner there.

Sirius gets an idea. 

He enlists George Weasley’s help, because Marauders always work best with a partner-in-crime.

They proceed to make Draco’s life hell for the entire night--spilling wine on his very expensive robes, transfiguring birds out of napkins that follow him around and peck him, changing his hairstyle and hair color, slipping potions into his drinks that make him lose his voice (or talk in an atrocious American accent) whenever he talks to somebody Important. 

Sirius also leaks what he picked up on the magical surveillance devices to Rita Skeeter, and she writes up a damning piece about how Draco Malfoy cheated on the savior of the wizarding world. He gets shunned. Also the affair partner breaks things off with him. 

Harry and George fall in love and eventually get married and live happily ever after the end. 

(Sirius and Kingsley also get married later on. This also has nothing to do with the plot but I need everyone to know it. Kingsley was very impressed and honestly kind of turned on by all the mischief Sirius caused that night.) 

I am tagging @padfootastic in this because she is the only person I know who loves Sirius & Harry as much as I do while also disliking Remus. Maybe she can write you the fic that you are looking for, because I think I went off the rails with this one 😂

[honey-milk-depresso]

dunno if this has been requested already, but can i get an albedo mc with the vice dorm leaders?? only if u want to :)

An alchemical genius, no wonder Divus favors you over everyone else. An amiable and patient, a kind soul in place. But you spend your time in recluse areas, sometimes having a slight distaste with talking with your peers because of the trouble needed to maintain the social relationship. You love drawing a lot, observing the things around you with curious eyes. Secretive about your past, you love working on many experiments, but know how to take a break. A bit of an oddball I must say.

You're also somehow very good with children, apparently.

Sorry there's no Ruggie, Jamil and Lilia- ;-;;;;;; And had to add in Idia to fulfil another anon's request.

Also pretty boy Albedo, he's so sweet UwU

TWST The patient and experimental alchemist, s/o (Albedo)

Trey Clover

Well, you certainly are quite weird. You usually exclude yourself from places with many people, even if you had met the Adeuce combo first, he doesn't see you around them so often even though the three of you claim you're best friends.

Trey sees you have a thing for alchemy, you love asking Crewel questions, albeit at appropriate timings, and Crewel keeps praising you for making a successful alchemy performance. It's not to become a teacher's pet, but rather because you were genuinely curious and love alchemy in general.

Trey is very appreciative of your calm, patient and kind nature. Heartslabyul is just filled with non stop drama, in fact, all of NRC is. Being with you, makes him feel more relaxed as you both remain quiet, enjoying the peaceful silence, occasional sounds from your pencil when you sketch and small conversations between you two.

He's also appreciating the fact you're wise enough to know how to take a break, so he wouldn't get worried you worry for him tho-.

You and Trey experiment on things related to alchemy science, your way of putting words together while making a hypothesis or conclusion and reason is somehow alluring to him.

Sometimes he sees you drawing in your sketchbook, while peering over it to look at him, eyes back to what you were drawing.

Upon finishing, you show him, and only him, that you drew things like the flowers, plants and trees, but most importantly, a beautiful sketch of him. You look a little shy when you showed him.

He chuckles.

You certainly are a unique one, aren't you?

Jade Leech

How interesting. A quiet little fish sketching away in their sketchbook, looking naive. How cute~ That was Jade's first thought.

He soon realized that you have always been watching him from the start, curious about his anatomy upon hearing he was a mer eel. A sneaky one he is, he peeps into your sketchbook when you aren't looking, discovering how you think his eel form looks like, finely sketched.

Perhaps he might show you? You're so curious as ever. You excel in alchemy, and you hold a passion for it dear, quite adorable may he add. You love experimenting on potions, chemicals, elements and much more, something Jade finds quite amusing, watching you as you stir a concoction in your cauldron.

You're patience and kindness is something he appreciated. Being the vice dorm leader of Octavinelle, isn't very easy. Jade's been running errand after errand non stop, everyone asking for his help with little patience sure gets him to burn out easily. Lucky for him, he gets to relax in the comfortable silence place between you two, occasional conversations brought up is something he thinks about a lot.

He's very keen on unravelling your past; you seem to keep it from everyone. He's not trying to be nosy, but he's just as curious of you as you are with him.

It's only fair he also gets his trade of the deal when he shows you his true form, hmm?~

Rook Hunt

Oh my! What an interesting and refreshing person you are! You have a keen eye for detail, don't you? Observing your surroundings, curious of the world around you, like himself!

Your sense of experimenting is something he admires, and he's more than glad to help you in doing so! He doesn't have to worry about you getting tired so frequently, you know when's the right time to take a break!

Rook is very moved by how patient and kind you can be, especially with him. His poor little soul can't handle the cruel weight of the school!~ You told him to please stop being dramatic- he "wasn't"- Geez-

It's funny how someone who likes talking, well, sort of, is friends with someone as quiet as you. Quite the dynamic you two make. He notices you seclude your self in places where there's zero to none people around, so... he'd be the one person who's always with you.

You're usually patient, so long as he doesn't disturb you too much, and Rook respects you want some quiet peace. And in all honesty, he loves the peaceful tranquility brought about.

He doesn't mind such <3

Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

Ortho finds you very cool!

He thinks you're love for alchemy and experimenting is something his brother would totally love! On the topic of his brother, you do remind him a lot about him. You two like to be alone but for different reasons.

Idia is more afraid of social interaction and awkwardness, but you on the other hand, you just prefer the peace and quiet, and maybe also you don't know how to handle social relationships too well.

That's okay! Ortho loves seeing you draw. Sometimes, he show your drawings to his brother and tells him what's it's all about. Your art is so detailed, fine and beautiful, he's never really seen such artistic talent in real life other than you!

You like showing him what you do, and show him cool things while you perform alchemy like creating an illusion of bright blue butterflies come to life from mixing potions.

It's super cool! And really beautiful! You can even create art it alchemy, so interesting!

I'm sure big brother would love how kind and patient you are! He admires that, and he feels big brother needs someone like you to help him!

He likes seeing you apart of his family, even though it just consists of him and Idia.

You're his other, cool role model, that's for sure! <3

Idia Shroud

Idia is super thankful that you're very patient with him, and that you're relatively quiet. He hates social interaction, the pressure's just too much, and he doesn't know how to keep a conversation going.

So you're quiet nature and being patient when he tries to think of a way to reply or talk to you is very appreciated. He usually just scrolls through his phone, hearing your pencil in contact with the pages of your sketchbook, drawing away. He wasn't going to lie, he think's you're really cute when you're focus on drawing.

Every time you're experimenting with your ace subject, alchemy, he usually helps you, albeit if you wanted him to usually because you just see him there just staring at your cauldron and sometimes you very tempting to want to join you- and he feels a little scared he might mess up.

You reassure him that it's okay to fail an experiment, and thus they are experiments, that they aren't made to be perfect the first time round. By this point, he thinks you're a saint, you're so kind and patient and like- he's just- there

Honey, you are the PERFECT GAMER BOY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT-

Idia sees you one day sketching a lot, while you look at him intently sometimes. Was pretty nervous about what you were doing, but ultimately melt when you show him you were sketching him.

He's so flustered, embarrassed and happy at the same time because he didn't expect you to draw him, and he wonders why you wanted to draw him, but he's really happy you wanted to.

It makes him feel special <3