#merlin: oh fuck THAT'S what i forgot to do

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@jegulus-microfic | april 12 Amortentia | words: 683

DARLING, GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM JAIL (not jail but a hospital, same thing really). I missed writing and maybe some of you missed me so here’s a cute one. enjoy;3

tw: alleged poisoning, swearing

"Have you seen that green shirt Regulus wore to the party last week? He looked so beautiful in it,” James mused, laying down on the floor next to Remus’ bed. “And his hair, oh Merlin, his hair...”

“What the fuck, Prongs?” Sirius snapped at him, sitting straight on Mooney’s bed. Oh, right, he forgot his best friend was in the room.

James looked at Remus, a bit terrified, hoping the tall boy would come up with something to save his ass. With the smirk Remus gave him, James knew he was doomed.

“Oh boy, are you okay, James?” The taller boy asked with feigned concern. “Pads, I think someone poisoned him.”

At the comment, Sirius’ face turned from pissed to concerned.

“What? With what?” he started, running to James to check on him.

Remus hummed, looking at the two of them with a mean grin.

“Some Slytherin must’ve added amortentia to his tea in revenge for the last prank,” he said, acting as if he were terrified. “We should take him to Slughorn; he probably has an antidotum.” With that, Sirius picked James up and led him out of their dormitory.

Padfoot looked determined to help him as they walked to the dungeons, while Remus kept sending him amused glances. In response, James just farrowed his eyebrows, mouthing  you’re dead to his friend.

When they finally reached the potions professor’s room, Sirius started banging on them like a madman. Not even ten seconds into it, the door opened.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus asked, looking at all three of them. James could see his eyes softening as they reached his own, and he smiled gently at Regulus, the younger boy's cheeks turning slightly pink.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, reminding James of his presence.

“Well, I’m brewing a potion,” Regulus started. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”

Sirius frowned at his brother, and he pointed at James. “Can you see him? He’s looking at you like you’re the world’s eighth wonder; somebody poisoned him with amortentia!”

Regulus and James locked eyes again, the younger boy smirking this time.

"Oh, really?” he started, still looking at James. “What gave you the idea?”

“Well,” Sirius began, “he started rumbling about how pretty you looked last week, and how he likes your hair, and other shit like that!” That was just Sirius being dramatic, but Regulus seemed more pleased with every word. “Is Slughorn here? We need to fix him right now!”

Regulus shook his head, turning to face his brother. “He went to Madam Pomfrey; he should be back soon," he said with a pause. “But maybe you should go back to the dorm; it's almost curfew. I’ll take care of that moron.”

James looked at Remus with pleading eyes, hoping this time his friend would actually help him. Thankfully, Moony seemed like he had enough of torturing him for one evening.

He grabbed Sirius’ shoulder, turning him so they stood face-to-face. “He’ll be fine, honey,” Remus said gently, leaning closer to Sirius’ ear. As the black-haired boy’s eyes widened, James assumed the two of them would be taking advantage of the free dormitory. Good for them, James thought. Just don’t destroy the room. Again.

“If he starts being insufferable, give him a sleeping drought or bind him; I don’t care. Just... be safe,” Sirius said to his brother, getting a dismissive yeah, yeah in response.

As the two Gryffindors left them, Regulus pushed James into the room, slamming the door behind them.

“So, amortentia, huh?” Regulus asked with a teasing smile, putting his hands on James’ chest. The older boy grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer.

“Yeah,” he began, rubbing his hands up and down Regulus’ sides. “I think Barty wanted to get back at me for turning custard creams into Canary Creams.”

“Perhaps yes,” Regulus said, nuzzling at James’ jaw. “And you think I’m pretty? Evan must’ve helped him with the potion if you talked so nicely about me,” James chuckled as the younger boy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

[theroundbartable]

I still can't help but imagine Future Merlin inventing time travel like...

He's been to space, explored universes, established whole civilisations, has his own space ship and one day he invents time travel in between lunch and afternoon snack.

He completely forgets that he could go back to Camelot because he's 5000 years old and that story was ages ago. But then, randomly, he encounters a planet that IS still spreading the story of Arthur and Merlin decides:

"it's time to meet an old friend".

And he just DROPS into the right timeline with his giant space ship, in his space outfit and everything, walks into Arthur's Camelot and just waves: "heya, did you miss me?"

And no one understands a word because language has evolved so much and Merlin forgot most of it, but he eventually gets it.

Yet, Arthur, sitting on his throne, is just absolutely overwhelmed: "MERLIN? what the FUCK?"

Merlin: "yeah, okay, funny thing. I'm not going to stay for too long, I have a dinner reservation with Queen Graaanta of planet Xvaccen. I just wanted to drop by, see how it's going, meet an old friend."

Arthur: "you... Huh?"

Young Merlin: what on earth happened?"

Old Merlin: "didn't exactly happen on earth, tbf. But eh... Good news, Magic hasn't been illegal in over 5000 years. Great, huh? 😀"

Young Merlin: *ashens*

Arthur: "that's a GOOD thing to you?!?!?!"

Old Merlin: "bro, I'm the reason why."

Young Merlin: "what the HELL are you doing!!!! You shouldn't... "

Arthur: "you have magic?!"

Old Merlin: "no, I've lived 5000 years on a well balanced diet. Of course I have magic. I AM magic! Jesus Christ, I forgot how stuck up ya'all are about this."

Arthur: "you lied to me!"

Old Merlin: "hey, not fair. I came here and immediately told you. That's the opposite of lying."

Arthur: "I meant HIM"

Old Merlin: "Not fair either. He came here, TOLD you he could defeat you with less than a blow and also confessed to having magic at your father's court. That's not lying, that's you being demented. Now, can we skip your freaking out? I actually came here to see Gwen and Gwaine and oh jolly , Lancelot is still alive? Heck yeah, awesome!"

Arthur: ... "What about me?"

Old Merlin: "we can talk when you're less murdery towards me."

Arthur: ...

Young Merlin: ...

[sissyisawitch]

It'll Be Okay

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x You

Summary: After the macabre events that occurred in the Feldcroft Catacomb, Sebastian is devastated. All he can think about is running away and pushing you away from him… but you don't plan to give up on him so easily.

Word Count: ~2.7k

Author's Note: This story is based on the song "It'll Be Okay" by Shawn Mendes. I hope you'll enjoy reading it!💙

Warnings: Major spoilers for the "In the Shadow of the Relic" quest + Angst

“I won’t let her suffer! Avada Kedavra!”

A flash of green light struck Solomon Sallow’s body, before it fell limp on the ground. Sebastian had done it. He had killed his uncle.

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black…

He dropped his wand which clattered on the ground.

And just like that, you and Sebastian's future plans vanished, completely ruined. They used to seem so simple... you were supposed to cure Anne with the relic, make her return to Hogwarts, and then be happy all together with your little quartet of friends.

But as fate would have it, that was never going to happen.

A high-pitched, distraught voice brought you out of your thoughts, “Depulso!”

Anne had appeared in the Catacomb and apparently witnessed the whole tragic scene that had just unfolded, whereupon she herself attacked her twin brother, propelling him with all her might against one of the stone walls to stop him.

Driven by her fiery anger, she used what little strength she had left to cast a couple more spells to defeat the remaining Inferi and reduce Salazar Slytherin's Spellbook to ashes.

“NO!” Sebastian howled. He could do nothing but watch his sister destroy the book that was supposed to contain all the solutions to save her life.

“You’ve made your choice.” She said simply, before disapparating with the inert corpse of their uncle.

“Oh, Anne… What have you done?”

Oh, there's nothing more painful. Nothing more painful…

You were paralysed, unable to move even a finger after witnessing such a heartbreaking scene where a family was completely shattered, with no means or hope of ever repairing their ties. Poor Sebastian was left entirely alone, tears in his eyes, his face contorted by his crushing grief and regret. Merlin, you hated that sight with all your heart.

“I-I must get out of here.” He mumbled as he stood up and quickly looked at his surroundings, as if he were completely disorientated.

“Seb, wait!” You tried to hold him back, but Sebastian would not listen.

Instead, he fled. He ran like mad towards the exit of the Catacomb, desperate for fresh air.

“SEBASTIAN!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you sped after him, hoping that it would be enough for him to hear you despite his head start.

It was only when you had made your way up the labyrinth of tunnels, once you were back in the Feldcroft countryside and away from the heavy atmosphere of the dusty Catacomb, that you managed to catch up with Sebastian.

Now that he was close at hand, you reached out to grab his arm, “Sebastian, stop!”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” He roared, sending your hand flying with more force than he would have used if he were in his normal state of mind.

You flinched out of reflex, but you were in no case scared of the boy. You never had been, and you knew you never would be. You understood that he was simply on edge and needed reassurance, so you kept your soft tone, “Seb–”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME!” He continued to shout in anger, but the way he was now gripping his hair and pulling at the roots showed that annoyance was being added to the palette of overwhelming emotions he was feeling at the moment. “For fuck’s sake I should’ve known better than to become friends with you in the first place.”

This. This last sentence. Maybe he could not scare you, but you too often forgot that he was still capable of hurting you, even if he did not mean any of it and it was his amalgam of panic and agitation that got the better of his words.

You tried your best to remain unfazed, “So what? You'd rather our paths had never crossed?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed without thinking twice.

I start to imagine a world where we don't collide…

For a moment, you lost yourself in your own thoughts. You imagined a parallel universe where you had never defeated Sebastian in Defence Against the Dark Arts, where he had never accompanied you to Hogsmeade on your first day at Hogwarts, and therefore a universe where you two had never become friends or exchanged a single word.

It also meant a world where you never fought trolls, goblins, and poachers together, where you never spent long nights in the Undercroft doing nothing but talking, where he never held you in his arms and comforted you whenever you were not at your best, resulting in your feelings for Sebastian blossoming into something much stronger and more genuine than friendship.

“Well, I don’t.” You finally answer.

“Well, you should.” He imitated your intonation with irritating impertinence.

You paid no attention to it, knowing better than to take any of his irrational actions into account, “Why?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING RUINED YOUR LIFE!”

The screaming was back. Taking you by surprise once again. However this time, you were unable to react. The rawness and vulnerability of his words had hit you right in the heart, knocking the wind out of you.

“I have to go.” He muttered after your lack of reaction. He turned his back on you before setting off again, this time clearly determined to leave.

This was the moment that snapped you out of your stunned confusion, “Oh no, don’t you dare run away from me, Sallow!”

Your feet reacted even faster than your brain. You rushed towards him, but knew you would not have enough strength to hold him back, so you did the only best thing you could think of... You lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. Your body crashed into his with full force, causing his back to slam against the hard, cold, snow-covered ground.

“LET ME GO!” He fought back, kicking in all directions to try and push you off him.

“NEVER!” You pinned him down with all your strength. You were pressed on top of him while holding his hands on either side of his head, and keeping his thighs flat with your own legs. “Because you didn’t ruin my life, Sebastian.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I spent months teaching you dark magic. I just killed my uncle in front of you. You're a witness to a murder because of me! You could be sent to Azkaban BECAUSE OF ME! What more do you need to hate me? Tell me, because I'll do it right away if it means you'll stay away from me and be out of danger!”

And it's making me sick, but we'll heal and the sun will rise…

Sebastian's words made your blood run cold. Not because they made you reflect on everything he had put you through, but rather because you wondered how you were going to make him understand that you were not blaming him for anything, that the idea had never even crossed your mind.

“We can get past this. We can make things better together.” You said softly, unable to muster a better response.

He only scoffed bitterly.

“Sebastian, I don’t want to hate you, I want to be here for you!”

Judging that he seemed slightly calmer, you allowed yourself to release one of his hands to cup his cheek instead. With your thumb, you caressed his tanned skin, tracing the freckles splattered across his cheekbones. You did your best to convey your honesty and all your love for him through your delicate touch.

“No.” He replied firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, and then took advantage of your lowered guard to push you away again, this time with his hand which was now free. “Now leave me alone!”

If you tell me you're leaving, I'll make it easy…

You gave up being gentle and tackled him firmly to the floor again. You just needed him to listen to you for a few more minutes, “Okay. I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to… But you need someone, Sebastian. Please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want your help!” He spat with a fury that was rarely seen in him. You had only seen it once... when he called you ignorant.

“Maybe you don’t want it, but you need it.” Now that everything had been said, you got out of his way to let him go if he so wished.

It'll be okay…

Sebastian sat up again, but stayed there, against all your expectations. You knew that all he needed was one last little push before he surrendered, so you insisted, “Don’t shut me out. Let me be here for you.”

“I–” His voice broke, giving way before he could even begin his sentence. His bottom lip quivered. “I didn’t mean to kill him. He attacked us… attacked you. I had to use the Killing Curse. You know I did!”

“I know. You did your best to protect me.” You reassured him by taking his hands in yours and giving them a little squeeze.

“I never meant for all of this to happen. I just wanted to help Anne.” It was not long before tears started to stream down his cheeks. “I want this hell to be over. Please make it stop.”

“I wish I could… but–” Now it was your voice's turn to fail you.

“I just want my little sister back.”

“I know you do… I know.” You swallowed hard to fight the tears that started to blur your vision. You could not allow yourself to cry. You had to stay strong for him. You had to be the pillar on which he could rest, because right now, he needed your help. If he saw you crying, it would only make things worse. This was not about you.

So you cuddled him against your chest, firstly to comfort him, and secondly so that he would not see the look of total dismay on your face.

“Ominis hates me too, and I can’t even blame him, because I hate myself too.” He was now full on breaking down, his head buried against your chest, and his tears streaming down your uniform jumper.

“I’ll love you enough for the two of us, then… until you learn to love yourself again, and even after.”

“I want the pain to stop. It’s been there for too long. I can’t stand it anymore.” The more time passed, the more erratic his breathing became.

“I know, baby. You’ve been so strong.” You kept spouting all the soothing words you could think of, in the hope that they would work on him.

“Please, make it stop. Please.”

“I’d take it all for you if I could. But I can’t, and I’m so sorry. I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel better.” You slowly ran your fingers through his silky brown locks, over and over again. Then you felt yourself losing your grip on your emotions, and soon your tears were flowing alongside Sebastian's.

Sebastian Sallow – the boy who was never afraid of anything and always had a trick up his sleeve – was on his knees in front of you, crying his eyes out, rendering him nothing more than the very image of misery and helplessness.

It was agonising to see the boy you loved in such a state, and not be able to do anything to make him feel better. How were you supposed to remain impassive in the face of that?

“Please fix everything. Fix me.”

“I can’t…”

And if we can't stop the bleeding… We don't have to fix it, we don't have to stay…

Sebastian's sobs continued unabated, “I’m scared to stay with you. I know I’ll end up doing something stupid and lose you too. Because that’s what I do… I do everything in my power to make the people I care about leave.”

This time, it was all too much. You could not let him belittle himself so cruelly. You grabbed his face between your hands and forced him to look straight into your eyes, not caring if they were red and swollen from all the crying, “Don’t say that. I know you made mistakes, but you’re one of the most brilliant wizards before anything else. You’re the only one who was great enough to steal my heart.”

“You’re everything I have left… I can’t lose you. Not you.” He clutched your shirt in his fists, as if he was afraid you would suddenly vanish before his eyes.

“Baby–”

Everything you were going to say died on the tip of your tongue... because Sebastian smashed his lips against yours.

You did not know exactly how it happened. You did not realise it right away because it occurred in less than a split second. And yet it was well and truly real.

There was nothing tender or romantic about that kiss. No, it was just rough, brutal and messy, reflecting all the despair they contained deep inside. It was a kiss full of passion, but not the kind that made you feel light and gave you butterflies in your stomach. Not at all, it was a toxic passion that burnt the wings off these butterflies and everything around them.

Sebastian was clutching you by the shoulders as if you were his lifeline, the only thing keeping him from tipping completely over into the darkness. And you, you kissed him back fervently, fighting the little voice in your head that was whispering to you that what you were doing was wrong, that you never should have discovered how salty his tears tasted as you kissed him for the first time.

You had to call a spade a spade, you should not be taking advantage of his vulnerability to get what you had always dreamt of... but you could not help yourself. Sebastian was hypnotic, and you could not bring yourself to pull away from him.

It was he who retreated first, and you instantly hated how his big chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but sheer panic, “I feel like I’m going to die without you… What if I die without you?”

Your heart pounded so hard to the point where it felt like you had a lump in your throat. You let out an overwhelmed and broken sob, “You’ll never find out because I’ll never leave you. You hear me? Never. I’m here for better or for worse.”

I will love you either way…

Sebastian let himself fall against your chest, and you welcomed him into your arms without the slightest hint of reluctance. You let him rest there, let him cry, tremble against you, while you caressed his untameable hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, doing your best to stop your own tears from flowing. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, but it felt like an eternity. You were probably freezing and soaking wet from sitting in the snow for so long, but thankfully you were unable to feel it thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Shh… It'll be okay…”

It might be so sweet… It might be so bitter…

In the months you had known Sebastian, you had imagined an infinity of different scenarios of the two of you kissing for the first time. None of those fit with the reality of Sebastian breaking down in your arms after committing murder. The situation had nothing in common with what you had wished for the two of you. You had finally got what you wanted, but you hated it. You just wanted to scream. Fate was even more cruel than you believed.

"Make the pain go away, please." Sebastian begged desperately, echoing your own inner thoughts.

"I'll do everything I can. I’ll do everything to give you the future you wanted." You cried uncontrollably.

Oh, if the future we've dreamed of is fading to black…

Minutes, hours passed, and your tears eventually dried. You spoke again, very quietly, as if afraid to frighten the peace that was slowly beginning to return, “We’ll get through this together, alright?”

“…I’m a monster.” He declared with resignation. He too had run out of tears to cry.

“You’re not.” You replied with just as much conviction.

“What if I get even worse? What if I end up hurting you?” He asked quietly.

“I will love you either way.”

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

play stupid games, win stupid prizes

sirius thinks he’s hot shit, that is until you play his game.

warnings: no warnings, maybe a few curse words? sirius being dumb

tags: fluff, 4.2k wc, established relationship, emotionally constipated sirius, accidentally made an oc charlie wilson (also appeared in my james potter fic here)

“sirius, what the hell?” you near shouted as you got close to the group of boys. one in particular looking way too chipper for your liking. 

roughly tapping your boyfriend’s shoulder, as he continues to ignore you. “sirius, i’m talking to you.” 

slowly, he looked up at you from his seat. irritation flaring under your skin, as he all but smile calmly at you - looking like he’d done no wrong. you felt a blooming shame from making a scene in the great hall but the flare makes it easy to ignore. 

“where were you? i was waiting for you all afternoon.”

he looked at you, cooly, before shrugging, “oh i forgot, sorry about that.” though he looked anything but sorry. frankly, he looked rather satisfied with himself.  

you felt a gnawing migraine slowly come to you. you’ve noticed conversations like these are becoming way too frequent with your boyfriend, as of late. as pathetic as it sounds, it wasn’t the first time he’d stood you up either. 

you scoff, “you had begged me to come all morning and then you were no where to be found and you just forgot? what the fuck.”

sirius rolled his eyes, and you felt your eye twitch in anger, “i just forgot this one thing, it’s already over and done with. merlin, what else do you want from me?” he clicked his tongue and turned away from you to grab more food to fill his plate. seemingly done with the conversation. but you stayed standing behind him, boiling in anger.

the hall started to stir in murmurs, yet you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

“what i want is a little respect from you - as your girlfriend.” you spat out, hands clenched to your sides.

sirius turned to look to look at you sideways, before he says his voice in a staged whisper, “i’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” scratching his neck, “how about we keep this relationship - open?” he says, “i want to have options, and i don’t want to get stuck—“

 “stuck?”

 “—into a relationship that’s too serious, too early. you get it, don’t you sweetheart?” his tone dripping in honey. 

but it all felt like saccharine venom filling your lungs as the blood drain in your face and hands, hearing a couple of people at your back giggle and whisper at the spectacle before them. you felt a sliver of humiliation—one you’ve never though you’d feel with sirius. you looked at the man in front of you, looking way too proud of himself, and felt a sudden distaste settle in your mouth. willing your eyes to stay clear. your hand losing its strength to clench, now lay limp at your side. breathing in deep, and sighing.

 “sure,” you said lamely. 

you can see sirius’s smile falter a little bit before widening again, and winking at you. “i knew you’d get it.”

without another word, you turned and walked briskly out of the hall. feeling the gazes of hundred students following you walk out. you hadn’t eaten anything at all today, but sleeping hungry, sounds more appetizing than having to sit through the humiliation sirius had happily put you through. 

at the groan of the door closing shut, remus wasted no time as he leaned in and whispered harshly. “should you really be acting like this towards your girlfriend?”

sirius looked taken aback first, before looking at his friend with an easy smile plastered on his face. 

“oh moony,” sirius breathed out a haughty laughter, grabbing remus’ shoulder and smiled as if pitying, “this is why i’m the one with a girlfriend, yeah? trust me, i know what i’m doing.”

remus rolled his eyes, already done listening to this nonsense as he pried his hand off of his shoulder with a shrug

“and what is it that you’re doing exactly?” james asked, hands clasped in front of him, his dinner promptly forgotten.

“you know,” sirius gestures vaguely, “giving them a little taste of good ol’ padfoot and then depriving them of it.”

james frowned, “again, what is it that you’re doing exactly?”

peter looked at him apprehensively, “did you just refer to yourself in third person?”

sirius ignores peter’s quip and continues, “it’s the push and pull trick,”

remus frowned, “and i’m assuming this trick has something to do with being an asshole to your significant other then?”

sirius scoffs, “it’s not,”

james looking at sirius, indignant, “it sounds like it is.” sirius psh’ed, waving his hand. 

peter sighed, “i feel like like i’ll regret asking this but - what is the push and pull trick?” 

 “don’t-“

sirius grinned, “i’m glad you asked,” 

remus roll his eyes already fearing the worst and james not even bother trying to hide the grimace on his face. 

“it’s when you give them a little bit of something like asking them out on date or bringing them flowers. and then you act nonchalant and aloof, like forgetting the date, or the flowers are all limp and dying.”

james gasps horrified at the prospect, “that’s bloody awful!” james slams his hand on the table, flabbergasted. “please tell me you didn’t give her dead flowers!”

sirius just shrugs, and james slumps in his seat. 

peter shakes his head and turns to his food. “i regret asking.”

“that is probably the stupidest thing i have ever heard.” remus sighs, his eyes dead and unamused.

“you are a terrible boyfriend!” james shrieked, still dumbfounded.

sirius rolls his eyes, “i am not!” running a hand through his hair, “this is a way to strengthen our relationship!”

“that’s assuming you still have a relationship to strengthen,” peter hummed into his cup. 

“if she cares enough, she’ll chase after me.”

remus rolled his eyes, “and why does she need to chase you?”

“to prove she wants me enough,”

“want you enough? are you actually insane?” james clicking his tongue, and looking at sirius as he’d wrong his entire lineage. “she doesn’t have to prove anything,”

“james, don’t bother,” remus says, putting a stern hand on james’ tense shoulder. “if sirius wants to play stupid games, let him. it’ll bite him in the arse soon enough.”

it was the next day when james, for once, had decided to heed remus’ advice of not bothering. so now sirius has been subjugated to conversations needing a middle man, as james refuses to associate with him until further notice. 

“are you actually still pissy about last night?” sirius groans, looking over peter’s stout stature over to his petulant friend.

“wormtail, can you please tell sirius i’m not talking to him until he apologizes to his girlfriend.” 

sirius groans louder following his friends in the halls. 

“james said he won’t talk to you because he hates you.” peter relays, deadpanned and muffled by the candies in his mouth. 

sirius grimaces, “i did try! but she wasn’t in the dorms last night.” he had meant to talk to you again, something to get the image of you deflating and leaving the halls out of his head. he would have apologized and you would have forgiven him, like you always did. but he hadn’t seen you at all since last night. 

“wormtail, can you please tell sirius he didn’t try hard enough and i refuse to be his friend if he treats his girlfriend like shit?”

peter nods and turns to sirius, “james said you look like shit.”

sirius gasps, looking to peter now, “he did not say that—“

“james she’s not his girlfriend remember,” remus finally quipped. “he wanted it open,”

“mate, come on!” sirius laughs exasperated. “i really didn’t want it to be open, i’m gonna take it back today and go on our weekly dates like always.”

remus snorts, “ha! like she’ll say yes after your show yesterday.”

sirius frowned, “of course she’ll say yes,”

peter scrunches his face, and shares a look with remus, “how sure are you this push and pull thing is even working,”

“because, we’ve already been dating for weeks and i’ve been doing it since the start.” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

james sputter out sounds of disbelief before speaking harshly, “wormtail please tell sirius that he is absolutely mental for ever thinking that treating a lady like that is a good idea.”

 “james said—.”

 “i heard him,” sirius says, waving him off. “this verified data, okay? this is working.”

remus laughs in that irritating way that he does, when he knows something you don’t. sirius can already heal the bubbling irritation, wanting to say a scathing remark back but peter looks at something behind sirius, smirking as he points to the courtyard, “isn’t that your not-girlfriend with a guy over there?”

the group looks and, sure enough, there you were. your back against a post and a guy’s hand flat beside your head, leaning way too close as the both of you laugh. sirius doesn’t like the way the guy is looking at you. he doesn’t like the way he’s inching closer and closer to you, and he really doesn’t like the way you aren’t doing anything about it. 

“begging, huh.” remus hummed, an irritating tone of smugness coating his voice.

sirius ignores the teasing quips and practically sprints to you, eyes blazing in anger and chest beating in jealousy. “hey!” he shouted when he sees you leaning up into the guy.

“hey,” he repeats, trying hard to not pant as he pushes his hair around to look nonchalant, “how are you?” he asks, eyes looking between the two of you.

the guy leaned back from your face, but his hands still remained near your head. sirius wanting nothing more than to cut his hand off and throw it to his face. 

you didn’t bother moving from your spot, regarding him in a dull look. it leaves a bad taste in sirius’ mouth. 

“oh,” you breathed, looking over at him. your face void of all the frowns and obvious anger you would usually have after a fight. which strangely makes it even worse for him. he knows how to deal with your anger, or your irritation but he doesn’t know what to do with your indifference.

“who’s this? a new friend?” he said looking pointedly at the offending hand beside your head and the excessive closeness of your positions. you raised an eyebrow, arms crossing in guarded scepticism, which, okay fair.  but he’ll be damned before he leaves without getting some answers. 

“charlie wilson, nice to meet you mate.” the blond reaching forward and offering his other hand. 

sirius stares at it in great offence, before dragging his gaze to look at you instead. “what are you doing?” he asked, frowning to see any sort of tell, a clue to what your thinking. not even bothering to pretend he cares about the blond’s name, as the offending hand drops and stuffed into his pocket. 

“i’m talking to charlie,” you say his name as if you’re close. as if this person wasn’t a practical stranger in your life. as if it wasn’t a guy you’ve barely interacted before. 

sirius doesn’t even know what to say that. frantically at the position you’re standing in, hands gesturing to the scene. charlie sensing a tensing shift in the air, slowly removed his hand beside your head and stuffed it into his pocket, too. 

the guy laughs, “look black, i don’t want any trouble.”

“don’t you now?” sirius snapped, turning to glare at the guy still standing way too close. “then what are you still doing here?”

“sirius,” you warned, no longer leaning against the post, and your arms tightly crossed.

wilson, still with an easy-going smile on his face, raises his hands in the air in faux surrender, “okay then,” softly grabbing your hand and squeezing it, “i’ll see you later y/n,” then stepping away. to hell with later, as if sirius’d let him come up to you ever again.

sirius was about to follow him, wand in hand - clutched tightly. he has a few colourful words to express to this bloke charlie. maybe his earlier friendly glances were too subtle, for him to still casually address you like that. but before he could even take a step, you turned to look at him. gaze hard and serious.

“what was that?”

sirius sputtered out words of disbelief and looked at you, his eyes wide as saucers, “what do you mean what was that?”

“you didn’t have to be such an arse towards charlie like that.” again, with his name!

“well, someone’s got to be.” he puffs, “i see you have a bit of qualms telling him off as you were practically humping in the courtyard.”

“excuse me?” you gaped.

he should stop. he should stop and the apologize. take it back and start over, and beg for forgiveness.

“you heard me,” he retorted, arms crossed in defiance, “why didn’t you tell him off?”

“last time, if i remember correctly, you were the one who said you wanted an open relationship.”

he did say that. said it in front of the whole bloody school, too. he might as well have gotten up to the tables to scream it out so everyone could hear. 

but sirius is nothing but destructively defiant. even if he was wrong, he’d never admit it. “i know.” he sniffs, nose raised to the sky as he crosses his arms too, “i just wanted you to keep the tiniest bit of decency as to not go at it in public. wouldn’t want people calling you a scrubber.”

he saw you deflate again, like last night. your lips tremble just the slightest bit and your eyes take on a new shine of unshed tears. his arms uncrossing, apology already on the tip of his tongue and reaching out to you, but you stepped away. 

“i’ll keep that mind for next time then.”

he should’ve apologized. 

he didn’t know much about charlie wilson, and he kinda wishes it stayed that way. because now he was everywhere. everywhere with you. always seeing you smiling and laughing with him in every bench, at every meal, ni every class. how easy and happy you looked. it made him think to the last time he made you smile like that though it only caused a heavy pit in his stomach when he realized he can’t think of any. too caught up in his head about methods to assure himself of the feelings you felt for him. that he failed to assure you of his.  

there were already a handful of people speculating if you two had broken up. each time sirius hears it, he denies it vehemently. he tries to approach you but you either ignored him or were too preoccupied in a conversation with that prat wilson to even give him a chance to say, hello. 

sirius groans, running a hand through his hair and plopping his head on the table with a thud. the gryffindor common now being the only solace for him from the onslaught of offending visuals of you and your new beau. 

“bit you in the arse real good, yeah?” remus chuckled, popping a candy in his mouth. as he leaned back on chair next to him. 

“it’s what muggles call karma,” peter cheerfully quipped. 

his voice muffled from the table, moaning to himself, “what should i do?”

sirius couldn’t see it but he can feel remus roll his eyes, “how about try not being a complete wanker then?”

peter smiled from the couch, “i would’ve gone for asswipe, as the americans would say.”

“or actually treating her like a human being, not an experiment.” lily stated as she entered the room. james following closely behind, her books clutched in his arms.

sirius mutters silently, “and no actual help was offered. got it.” 

but not silent enough it seems, as james replied, “this is your own fault, anyway. why would we help? i mean, seriously, who in their right mind would even think that what you were doing was going to end good.”

james had started speaking to him again, but only because peter kept adding gruesome details that always included hitting sirius’ bits that made him stop relying on peter to be middleman. but if you asked sirius, he would have preferred james not talking to him at all because now every time they talked it would always lead to a lecture about how bad of a boyfriend he is. which he sort of is (he can admit that now), but he doesn’t need the constant reminder. 

“i’m happy for her, she seems to glow lately. i’m guessing without you to stress her out made her even prettier.” james huffed.

“agreed,” lily hummed. 

remus nods enthusiatiscally, “you have to admit, this is the best case scenario.”

“best case?!” whipping his head to look at remus as if he had gone bonkers. “how is this best-case? we barely talk now!”

“oh sorry,” remus sheepishly laughed, before scratching his cheek, “best case for y/n, i mean.”

“and what, you think i’m bad for her or something.”

“well you did treat her like crap.” peter said mouth full of candy.

james nodding in agreement, “not to mention she’s leagues above you.”

sirius gasped, scandalized, “we’re in the same league.”

“are you though?” lily hissed theatrically. “i mean, you’re here miserable and she’s out there dating.”

“she’s not—! of course i’m miserable, how could i even think of dating other people when i have her! i lover her,”

lily raised an eyebrow, “then why’d you say you didn’t want to date her?”

“i never said that!”

“right, you said you wanted it to be an open relationship.”

“yes—“

“and then you stood her up,”

“i stood her up before i said-“

“like that makes a difference?” she bemusedly hummed, “you ask her for space, she gives it you and sulk. you ask for an open relationship, she starts talking to other people and you sulk. she just can’t win with you huh?” sirius seemingly sinking into his chair, trying to ignore the onslaught of judgement and scoffs “then why’d say all that in the great hall?”

sirius pauses, “i thought, it’d be good for our relationship—”

she gives him an incredulous look and scoffs, “are you joking? how could you possibly think it’d help with your relationship? you’re just pushing her away! not to mention humiliating - doing it so publicly, why if i was in her shoes i wouldn’t even give you the time of day. forget dating you, i wouldn’t even talk to you. did you even apologize? hm? or were you too caught up in your games to notice?”

he kept quiet seeming to sink deeper and deeper into his seat. a sneer etching itself on lily’s face, “typical,” she spat. “and now you’re putting on woe is me act as if you’re the victim when you’re the exact reason why this is happening in the first place. if you want to be an arsehole then at least have the balls to act like it until the end,”

“but i don’t want to be an arsehole,” he mumbled, hands restless on his lap feeling like a child again, waiting until the sermon stops. 

“what was that?”

“i don’t want to be an arsehole.” he repeated louder.

lily looking triumphant, leans back into james and crossing her arms. “then do something about it, instead of dragging everyone into your mess.”

sirius hadn’t a clue how to even start a conversation with you - feeling like he’d lost all the right to. the shame and guilt and inadequacy settling into his subconscious like a second skin. he doesn’t know what he could possibly say to justify his grievous actions towards you (because it really was a shitty thing he’d done to you - fuck, you won’t ever want to be with him after this), but he suppose he could start by coming clean. 

finding you was easy enough— it was approaching you that proved to be rather difficult. you had a whole set up in place; your yellow blanket spread on the ground, snacks littering your sides and a book in your hand. breathing in deep, his eyes firmly set on your figure, he slowly approaches you. this is probably be the first time in days that he sees you all alone. and sirius isn’t much for signs but he can’t help but think that it must be fate working for his favour.

once he’s close enough, he sees the thing you’ve been reading. he pauses mid-step, almost tripping him. but he steels his nerves and walked on. he had to do this now, or else he might never have the chance to make things right again.

“hey,” he says slowly, low and careful, like he knows anything could set you off— judging by the furrow on your eyebrow, and the frown set on your lips, he knew it wasn’t a far-fetched assumption. 

you look up, the magazine still clutched into your hand. staring up at him, eyes still holding that cold indifferent gaze.

he pauses and then slowly, “am i disturbing you?”

you looked at the all too familiar magazine, and all the annotations to the pages. he was pretty sure you were going to drive him out, maybe even hex him for good measure. he wouldn’t blame you if you did, you had every right to. but then you shook your head no and moved just a tiny bit to give him space. he almost sighs in relief before slowly plopping down. he wanted to reach out and touch you over anything. maybe even just your robes if he could, but he knows that would be more than he deserves from you. so he settles half in the blanket and half in the grass before slowly asking, “what are you reading there?” 

you flip the magazine close, the cover in plain sight for the both of you, cosmopolitan’s marvellous guide to keep him interested! in bold yellow. “it’s a muggle magazine. somebody lent it to me.”

he gulps, “i see,”

you hum, still looking at the cover. your fringe covering your eyes, “it’s an interesting read - the contents are horrifying but the owner of this even more-so.” you plop the magazine into his lap. the wrinkled pages, a testament to how much the owner has read this thing is obvious. sirius grabs it and opens it to a familiar page. his handwriting scattered around, filled with stars and exclamation points to the things he’s curious to try. 

“i can explain,” he says plainly. feeling his hand lay heavy on the glossy pages and the heat rising to his neck and cheeks. 

you look at him, your eyes carrying indignation now, better than nothing he supposes. “okay then,” you huff, “explain to me why you’ve been using ridiculous magazine tactics to mess with me. is it your idea of a joke? hm? thinking i’m not even worth a decent relationship with you, that you just play me like that? experimenting with bullshit like appearing aloof to capture my attention?” you read into one of the things he’d underlined thrice.

“i know i know, it’s fucked up - but i didn’t do it to mess with you, believe me,” sirius says, running a hand through his hair and sags, “i did it - well, fuck okay, i did it because i didn’t know how to be a boyfriend.”

there it was, the embarrassing truth of it all. he doesn’t really know what the fuck he’s been doing the past weeks. too ashamed to admit his lack of experience in dating that he’d created this façade of easy confidence, reducing him to pathetically consulting magazine articles.

“oh come on,” you scoff, before quickly getting on your knees and reaching all over the blanket to grab all your stuff. “you’d honestly think i’d believe a sorry excuse like that? sirius you’re literally the hottest guy in school—“ sirius really tried not to preen at that, he really did. though his joyous moment of narcissism quickly fades once you stand, arms full, and heart tightening frown on your face. “—everybody wanted to get with you, i had people - people! - that would beg me to break up with you so they’d have a chance. you expect me to believe some bullshit about you being a budding virgin?”

there was a pausing silence when you looked at him, at least he felt you look. sirius refused to look at you, resolutely staring at his lap and willing his cheeks to calm down to its natural pale colour. 

sirius had never gotten with anyone else except for you. his impromptu celibacy was defiance at first, his parents urging him to make connections and meet people at hogwarts. people he can someday marry and produce an heir for the family, naturally he’d rebelled.  refusing to meet with anyone, or even entertain the idea of dating and he’s successful in this endeavour (though some might too successful). but then he met you. wonderful you, that broke down his walls and his immature need to defy his parents, like a battering ram and had made him want you. you made him want to be with you, and get to know you and love you, and you were so perfect. you’d always know what to say and what to do, and he’d just wanted to be that with you. but he hadn’t had the guts to ask for any help at the start, because people expected so much from him — expected him to know and he doesn’t. he didn’t want to disappoint you. though now he knows, he still did either way.

“you’re actually—?”

he nods.

you sit down again, things tumbling out of your arms to your lap and across the blanket. 

“why didn’t you say so?” you say quietly. your annoyance simmering away. even when he knows you have every right to run off and curse him out and never talk to him. but you were toonice. thank merlin, you’re too nice because now, you’re sat closer to him. he could almost smell your pleasant perfume. 

“i didn’t want you to think that you’d made a mistake dating me that you could do so much better.”

you flick his tie, “that’s a stupid reason.”

“i know,” sirius sighs, trying to still his twitching fingers from reaching out to you. “i’m sorry.”

you huff crossing your arms, “i wouldn’t’ve cared, you didn’t have to use cheesy tactics to get me interested because i’m already am,”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

“and i really got upset you wouldn’t talk to me properly,”

“i know, i shouldn’t’ve done that, i’m sorry.”

“treating me like i’m garbage in front of the whole school too, do you know how mortifying that is?”

sirius bit his lip, “i’m sorry, that was - i’m sorry.”

you sag, throwing a pack of crisps into his chest, making him look up at you. “i don’t forgive you.”

sirius looks down, because of course you wouldn’t. it was enough you’d hear me out if anything. “i understand,”

you sigh, “you have to make it up to me first,”

“what?”

you opened a bag of crisps, all the while gesturing to the bag on his lap to open it too. “you could start by spending the entire day with me and telling me everything you’ve learned from this magazine.” throwing a piece into your mouth and giving him a tentative smile.  

sirius can feel the painfully wide grin spreading on his face, eagerly grabbing the pack and popping it open, you really are too nice for him. 

extra:

“how did you even get the magazine?” sirius asks, his arms carrying the folded yellow blanket and the crumpled magazine. 

he was sure he had it hidden in his bedroom drawer - with a strong locking charm too. he can’t think of how this could’ve possibly ended up in your possession.  

you shrugged, “peter gave it to me.”

he didn’t even know peter could pick locks! let alone counter his locking charm. “that traitor.” he grumbles. 

[achillesuwu]

Au where merthur have soulmate identifying mark but merlin is the only one who know they are because if Arthur knew he would find out about his magic 👀 (arthur's mark being a beautiful dragon mainly on on his back but its tall is draped on his torso, a wing stretch on his right shoulder, another end on his hip and its head rest upon his stomach. As if it were jealousy protecting him. its scale are of a blue so dark it nearly look black. It has golden eye and tread of gold on is horn, gold shimmer on its body highlighting its scale at some place.

It screams powerful sorcerer.)

And thus it doesn't change anything from the show. Merlin doesn't tell him not even at the very end (Merlin's mark is a smaller red dragon with its head on his shoulder and who is is holding itself on his shoulder)

It would be very angsty but also SO FUNNY if in a post return futur where arthur (Gwen, the knights) are very confuse and lost but luckily for them there exist multiple center for "People who got Teleported at the wrong place/Bought back from the dead? We are here to help!/ your five yo drank a weird potion? No problem! Etc" basically Magic help center.

Just imagine basic social worker sorcerers who tries to do their job at 3 am and see THE Emrys mark ™ on a random dude and they are like *gasp*.

Them : what the fuck

Arthur :???

Them :WHAT THE FUCK

the others :????

Them : we are calling your soulmate RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE FUCK should I call the government too???? I'M NOT PAY ENOUGH FOR THIS.

Arthur : my???

Them : YOU. DO NOT MOVE IF I LOSE YOU I'M DEAD. DEAD.

You can imagine arthur pendragon pacing like a 13 years old stressed before an oral presentation because even if he was afraid then thought he globally didn't really care about his soulmate. He realised that it wasn't so much that he didn't care but he thought it would simply never be so he just... Kinda forgot about it. Now he just can not put it away because is soulmate IS coming and WHERE IS MERLIN WHEN HE NEEDS HIM (he is blocking any thoughts about Merlin potential dead thank you very much)

(Gwen is currently finding the situation extremely funny because she figured out in 5x13 and she is 80 yo (in a younger body but still) . And she is waaaayyyyyy to old to see her former husband stay in his denial.

Leon is 78 years old and he is slowly recognising the dragon in question that look very much like Merlin's family crest. He is looking at his wife in a very conspiracy way.

Gwaine is currently not really giving a damn about the whole soulmate thing. What do you MEAN you can send messages to people in less that a second?!?!?

Elyan would usually not give a damn but he is very much not happy ™ to find out that his sister (first) husband had a soulmate mark who isn't dead and he is glaring at Arthur but he is also getting a hug from gwen so it doesn't look menacing at all.

Perceval (57) is right behind Gwaine but he is currently watching himself in the mirror because seeing his younger self again is weird asf

Meanwhile Lancelot is talking with the assistant (on the verge of a break down because they are going to see the GOD OF MAGIC OH MY GOD) about magical history

[eggymf-archived]

hogwarts legacy headcanons + imagines: how they fell for you and how they ended up asking you out

ft. sebastian, ominis, garreth, and amit with gn!reader

themes: a lot of fluff, sfw, slight crack lmao idk

warning: not proofread; unedited

masterlist

sebastian sallow

he will most likely (and unknowingly) dig his own grave by "harmlessly" calling you pet names and not-so-subtly flirt with you the moment you manage to catch his attention

how did you catch his attention? when he finds you sneaking in the restricted section when he himself was also sneaking into the same place (spiderman meme moment lmao)

contrary to popular belief, he's probably not flirty to most people, preferring to hit the books and practice his spell-casting. the people he wouldn't mind snogging or more though? hmmmmmm

then there's you, who's astonishingly immune to his charm and suave words. he finds that alluring but in actual reality, you're probably just too unassuming to realize he's making moves

he most likely fell for you either the moment you whooped his ass during a duel, or when you effectively saved his ass in some way from either battling spiders, poachers, or goblins

he didn't realize it at first though, until it slowly started to sink in that spending time with you gives him some sort of addicting glee deep down

that's when he realized that he can't mess around anymore with the casual pet names and flirting, so he stops doing those the moment he becomes aware of his feelings

he tries playing it cool regardless along with denying his feelings. he settles for that painful pining, however (damn that crucio must've done something to him to push through with this sort of pain--)

ominis would've probably smacked him in the head for being an oaf and overcomplicating things for himself

but just as he's not so subtle with his flirting tendencies, it's the same with his jealousy and shattered ego

"leander wants to invite who out for a date?!"

"(y/n). i overheard him and weasley talking about asking (y/n) out for a date later in hogsmeade. don't see why that should matter much to you though," ominis shrugs, casually popping a flavored bean into his mouth.

"it's leander for merlin's sake! leander fucking prewett - the mandrake-looking moonmind who lost to me multiple times in a duel!" sebastian hissed, angry jealousy and disbelief evident in his tone.

"oh i see what's going on now."

"the last time i checked, you're blind, ominis."

"i'll pretend you didn't say that, sebastian. but least leander prewett isn't on the verge of stealing my significant other."

"they're not my significant other-"

"oh, but you want them to be. how about you stop lying to yourself and just ask (y/n) out before he does? simple solution for a simple problem, unless you want prewett to do it first."

sebastian stormed off, heading towards a confused-looking (y/n) while ominis was smirking triumphantly.

he "forgot" to tell sebastian he was just pulling his leg. whoops.

"you. me. three broomsticks. today. after class."

ominis gaunt

we all know he's baby, but boy he's really snarky at first and you were kinda scared of him

you've probably been crushing on him since the first day you met him despite his bark (bitch pls who wouldn't be?)

everyone in your year is hyper aware of your crush towards him 'coz they actually see what you do for him in secret whenever you could (such as countering any hex or jinx his older siblings would try to cast at him in hallways when they were still students in hogwarts)

you didn't really want to offend him in any way hence the secrecy of your actions. he's rather adamant that he can handle it all on his own, but you just do it voluntarily as an act of love.

during potions class is when you look out for him the most. when you weren't in the same table as him, you'd adjust the flame for him using your wand from a considerably long distance whenever you noticed that weird swirls were coming out of his cauldron.

professor sharp noticed this eventually, so he ends up assigning you to the same table as ominis every school year primarily for safety reasons (or maybe he finds the one-sided pining rather painful to look at)

you were more open with giving your help to him from that point onwards, telling him if he grabbed the wrong ingredient, handing him over things, if the potion looks wrong, etc.

ominis' grades in potions improved thanks to you!

he shares his treats with you and occasionally teaches you new spells in the undercroft as a form of reciprocation

little do you know, ominis actually knows what you've been doing all these years. he just doesn't feel he deserves someone as kind as you are, much to sebastian's chagrin watching the both of you pine for each other

he always has been rather attracted with how gentle and caring you are (i mean, you did prevent his cauldron from exploding at his face at several points), and he fell more overtime as he got to know you. he's just extremely subtle about how he shows his feelings.

"seems like i'm running low on ingredients," ominis mutters, shaking his nearly empty jar of crushed moonstone.

"we have been using alot of them lately, haven't we? i'm running out of quite a lot of ingredients too actually," you said.

now's definitely ominis' chance.

"how about we go to hogsmeade later after class to buy the ingredients? and perhaps have some butterbeer or go to honeydukes after. my treat. if you don't mind, that is."

your face burned at this. he asked you out. merlin, he actually fucking asked you out.

"s-sure! i'd be glad to. l-let's meet at the bell tower entrance later! see you!" you sputtered rather embarrassingly as you gathered your things before scampering off to your next class. a faint smile and a blush graces ominis' usually stoic expression.

"would you look at that. you finally had the guts to ask her out on a date," sebastian drawls, elbowing lightly at ominis' rib.

ominis scowled, his face flushing dark red both in embarrassment and annoyance, earning a teasing chortle from his brunette-haired best friend.

garreth weasley

you're both partners-in-crime: best friends since childhood to be precise

however, this dork initially sees you more as a gorilla than an actual human being *monke noises*

you can't blame garreth though - you both went through the childhood stages together and he's so comfortable with your presence and vice-versa

despite your mischief with him and both of you landing yourselves in detention quite often, you've actually roped him out of trouble several times from flunking his grades. surprisingly you're pretty smart for a troublemaker

gryffindor loses alot of their house points mostly because of you two especially during potions class

thanks to the both of you, a cauldron lid lodged itself to the ceiling of the potions classroom after a huge explosion. professor sharp has never removed it as a grim reminder of both of your "shameful" behavior during class (or perhaps he was actually amused by the incident). both of you got a week's worth of detention from that as well.

special mention to garreth completely burning off one of sebastian's eyebrows (a/n: watch this tiktok for the context)

how garreth realized he loves you: partner-in-crime? check. loves your personality? check. will probably die if you're not around? double check. he hates being away from you? CHECK. he would do all sorts of things to make you happy? check. you're an actual human being? surprisingly, after careful evaluation and contemplation, check.

and then realization dawns upon him that all this time, he's been in love with his best friend for years and counting. however out of fear of ruining the friendship, he decides not to confess

potions class - your absolute favorite. garrett, however, isn't looking particularly excited today - he absolutely dreads today's particular lesson: amortentia - the love potion.

garrett was determined to stay out of trouble today. getting professor sharp's attention is the worst thing that could possibly happen. unfortunately, violent sparks flew from his cauldron after he accidentally dropped his whole bottle of powdered moonstone due to his jitters.

"ah, perfect. mr weasley, please come up here. instead of blowing up another cauldron yet again, perhaps you should tell us what you smell?"

"a-ah. right, sir. um.. i smell..." 

garreth took a whiff. his senses went into full overdrive as a familiar, comforting array of scents engulfed him. long story short: his brain short-circuited.

“... (y/n)!” he blurted out of pure nervousness, causing an eruption of gasps and wolf whistles while you flushed pink at his sudden and rather public confession. garreth was absolutely mortified upon realizing what had happened as he rushed back to his station. as soon as potions classes ended, you approach garreth who was looking dejected.

"garreth, i-"

"yes, (y/n). i've loved you since we were kids-"

"wait. let me-"

"i know it took too long for me to realize-"

"garreth-"

"but it was always you and i got scared-"

he was cut off from rambling any further as you gave him a peck on the lips. the ginger-haired male was stunned, whispering an "oh" in realization as he slowly beamed.

"faculty tower after class? let's go to honeydukes."

you smiled, nodding in agreement.

amit thakkar

oh boy, where do i even start with this one

long story short: it was love at first sight for him

but with how skittish he gets especially when he's around you? he avoids you like the plague to avoid making a fool out of himself

you bring out his dreamy, poetic side

he's a writer, so he secretly writes poems and stories about you as an outlet to express his love in some way

he keeps those several pieces of parchment sandwiched in between his thick books. whenever he secretly gets bored of the class, that's when he starts writing down those little (and unfortunately unsent) love notes

but alas, he can't avoid you forever. you were both assigned in pairs to map out several star charts for your astronomy class

he discovers that you do have a fascination for the cosmos just as he does, and that you're an avid listener to his enthusiastic ramblings about the said topic

eventually he starts to be more comfortable around you

he was content with this platonic set up actually - just you and him chilling under the night sky. hell, he feels lucky to be even graced by your presence

however, all hell broke loose because of everett clopton teasing him after he found one of his romantic literary snippets, thus resulting in the unconsented confession of his feelings towards you

amit has been avoiding you eversince that incident after charms class with everett clopton reciting one of his cheesy poems about you after taking his charms textbook without his permission. in a fit of embarrassment, he actually ran out of the classroom, ignoring your calls. for once, he didn't care about his time table, opting to retreat himself to his favorite corner at the library's 2nd floor as a means of consoling himself with the peaceful silence.

lately all he does is to drown out his racing thoughts by either reading one of his more complicated books or burying himself with extra work. humiliation aside, he really didn't know how to face you now. he thinks he has permanently lost you even as a platonic friend, and that's what crushed him the most about the situation.

he failed to notice the soft footsteps approaching him as he buried his nose behind a book once more.

"amit?"

he jolted up at the sound of your voice calling him and the both of you stared at each other in silence briefly. you were visibly rather nervous, playing with the dry skin of your fingertips - a mannerism amit had noted that you did whenever you get nervous.

"about charms class-"

"(y/n), don't worry about it. we don't have to-"

"no, please let me finish."

amit stilled, listening attentively.

"i got the book from everett when you rushed out of the classroom. i'm sorry, but i did read some of the other notes. but you have no idea how happy i was when i read them, amit."

you took a step forward, finally mustering enough courage to take his hand lovingly - a shy gesture of proclaiming your adoration towards him.

"could you make more of them, please? for me?"

it took a second or two for your rather cryptic confession to sink in. but the moment it did, amit was brimming with so much happiness he could burst anytime in that moment, wide smiles and all.

"yes, of course. but only after a date with you."

[tacobacoyeet]

chosen one | h.p.

a/n: the lack of harry james potter fanfiction on this site is blasphemous. if you have any recommendations (smut or fluff), please send them my way. love you!

warnings: maybe one cuss word? not proofread.

Being friends with the “Chosen One” wasn’t easy. And even harder than that? Having feelings for him. You and Harry had been friends since first year, after you left your impression on him by making fun of his hair. You were unaware of his celebrity status at the time. However, you like to think that even if you did know, you still would’ve made fun of him.

Six years of being friends with the boy had led to a lot of sleepless nights for many reasons: assisting him in his fight, helping each other with homework, late night therapy in front of the fire, and so much more. More than anything, though, was you laying awake late at night, alone in your bed, wondering how the hell you had managed to fall for the most unavailable boy on the planet. 

See, while he quite literally had all kinds of people lining up for a chance with him, he responded the same to each of them: “Sorry, I don’t have time for a relationship right now.”

It made you so upset with yourself, knowing that that was the case, yet you were unable to suppress your feelings. It drove you crazy.

A rainy night in the middle of your 6th year, Harry was in Dumbledore’s office for a reason unbeknownst to you. You and Hermione sat curled up on the couch, her listening as you talked about the boy. 

“I feel so silly, ‘Mione,” you spoke. “ I don’t have a chance with him at all, yet I can’t get these feelings out of my head. I feel… pathetic, almost. It just drives me crazy. He’s so… charming. And his confidence and attitude are just so infectious. He makes me want to wake up in the morning. I see myself having a future with him. But, I mean, if he doesn’t have time for a relationship with all the other lovely people that ask him, then why would Harry have feelings for me?”

What you didn’t realize, however, was that Harry had heard your confession. Silently shutting the portrait hole door before he had even walked in, he went to go find Ron. Harry had a plan.

It was about a week later when you and Hermione had come down for breakfast, only to see Harry and Ron in deep, hushed conversation. You couldn’t hear what either of them were saying, save for a few whispers of a ‘confession’. You figured it had to do with one of Harry’s newest ‘missions’ for Dumbledore. If you had to know, he’d tell you. 

Neither of them noticed your presence until you spoke. “Morning, boys! You’re not usually up this early. Anything important going on?” 

Ron’s face began to turn red, Harry shifting in his seat. 

“Er- hello, y/n!” Harry said. 

“Bloody hell…” Ron mumbled under his breath. The dark haired boy was absolutely hopeless. 

You didn’t really suspect anything, seeing as Harry was always quite socially awkward, despite being confident. It was part of his charm. 

You didn’t start questioning anything until about 30 minutes later, after Harry had been staring off into space for about 20 minutes… in your general direction.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you asked him, snapping him out of his reverie. 

“Your face- er, no. Will you come to the common room with me? I think I forgot- erm- something. For class.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “But Harry, we have a free period first- oh!” 

Before you could even question his discrepancy, the boy had gently grabbed your wrist and was pulling you towards the exit. Concerned, you turned around to shoot a look at Ron and Hermione. Both of them had the most evil smirks on their faces. Merlin… you were fucked.

Harry stayed silent on the walk (well, you were being dragged) to his dorm. He refused to answer any of your questions. His face grew redder by the minute. Finally, you were sat on his bed, watching him pace across his dorm, nervously wringing his hands. 

“Harry!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks. “I”m worried! What’s going on?”

“I had this whole big plan for how I was going to go about this. I was going to use my bottle of Felix and then we were going to have picnic with all your favorites by the lake and then when we were talking I was going to-”

“Harry, spit it out!”

“Will you go out with me?”

“...what?”

The six words that came out of his mouth made you feel like time had stopped. Never in all your years of living did you think something like this would happen. 

“Harry, this is a sick joke. I know you like a good prank here and there, but this is too far. I can’t believe-”

“It’s not a prank, y/n. It’s not a prank.” Defeated, Harry sat on the bed opposite of you. “I heard you talking to Hermione that night last week, so Ron and I came up with this elaborate plan for me to ask you out. I had a speech prepared and everything. I was about ready to piss my pants at the table.” he breathed out, flustered. 

“Yeah… you sure looked like it,” you started, receiving a snarky look from the boy. “But, if you wanted to ask me out, then why’d you tell everyone else that you didn’t have time for a relationship?” 

“I didn’t want to risk a relationship with someone else, because the only person I wanted to be with was you. I’ve liked you for so long, y/n. You don’t even know.”

You blinked at him, completely shocked. “Harry, with all due respect, I think I do know. I’ve liked you for years.” 

He looked up at you. “Can I kiss you?” 

“...yeah.” 

And a soft whisper of “brilliant!” was the last thing you heard before you saw stars beneath your eyelids. His lips met yours, the two of you connecting in a way that could only be described as… magic. He tasted like chocolate, pumpkin, and spice, and by god, was it addicting. From the one kiss, you couldn’t get enough.

Finally, after a blissful time, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Your forehead met his. 

“So,” he started, a cocky smirk on his face. “You see yourself having a future with me, huh?”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Slow down, Chosen One. I can still say no.”

You grinned at him. You knew for a fact you wouldn’t be saying no anytime soon. This was the right life for you. 

[crackishincorrecthp]

*When Harry "dies" he recieves a third option, which is go back in time and he does that. And when is time for old Voldy to return-* Harry: Cedric, I would love if you could win this shit, but I have to take this fucking thing alone or else you'll die. I'm not even kidding. Been there, done that and it wasn't fun for either of us. Cedric: Cedric: So, you used a Time Turner? Harry: Nah, I died at 17 and recieved 3 options; move on, go back to the moment I died or go back in time...I chose go back in time, sounded more fun and I could fix some shit up. Cedric: Cedric: Okay, I'll just send the red sparks for me then...Good luck, I guess? Harry: I'll need that. *In the graveyard, after Voldy has a body* Harry: *Stuns every Death Eater* Harry: It's just me and you now, Tommy. Voldemort: What the actual fuck? How did you break free?! Harry: That's something that should be between me and Merlin. Harry: And oh, btw? I know about the Horcruxes and I destroyed almost all of them. Harry, putting his own wand on his head: Avada Kedavra. Voldemort: Voldemort, to Harry: Potter? Voldemort, to his Death Eaters: What the fuck just happened? And why are you all useless bitches still stunned if he just committed suicide?! Harry: Because I'm not dead, motherkiller! Voldemort: What the fuck?! Harry: Now you can be killed, but for now I'm just gonna stun you and go back to Hogwarts with you and your little fucked up minions. We'll see from there. *Back to Hogwarts* Harry: I'm back with a few gifts, motherfuckers! The students: The professors: The parents: Fudge: Are those —? Harry, pointing to the DEs: Death Eaters, yes. Harry, pointing to Voldemort: And that's Tommy. Harry, pointing to Pettigrew: Oh and that's the traitor, the one who really got my parents murdered by Tommy, Peter Pettigrew. Fudge: Tommy? Harry: Yeah. Harry, seeing everyone's confusion: Oh, sorry, my bad! I forgot that not everyone knows Voldemort's real name... Harry, pointing to Voldemort: That's Voldemort. Everyone: *Screaming, panicking, fainting, throwing up* Harry: Oh, come on! He's fucking stunned and I could just kill him right now infront of everyone if that makes you all feel better! Fudge: Please, do that. I, as Minister of Magic, give Harry Potter a special permission to use a Unforgivable Curse to kill the one know as Lord V-Voldemort. Harry: Fine. Harry, pointing his wand to Voldemort: I guess it's bye forever now, Tommy. See you never. Avada Kedavra. Everyone: *Relief sighs* Moody/Crouch Jr: NOOOOOO! MY MASTER! Harry: Oh, forgot about you, honestly. That's not Alastor Moody, guys! That's actually Barty Crouch Jr on Polyjuice! Snape: And how do you know that? Harry: I just know. If you don't believe me you can wait until the effect of the potion is gone. Snape: Oh, we will. Harry: Okay, but can I please go to sleep then? I'm fucking tired. Dumbledore: Of course you can, my boy. Harry: Please, grandpa Dumbles, I'm not biologically yours, so don't call me that. Dumbledore: Snape: McGonagall: Flitwick: Sprout: Hermione: *facepalms* Hermione, grabbing Harry: Ron and I will take Harry away now, everyone! He's clearly exhausted... *Gryffindor common room, after Ron & Hermione dropped Harry into the boys dormitory* Ron: Hermione? Hermione: Uh? Ron: Did Harry really called Dumbledore 'Grandpa Dumbles' and got away with it? Hermione: Pretty much, yeah.

[legacyshenanigans]

Sebastian: *wakes up one morning, rolling over in his bed, but still has his eye's closed for a moment as he just lays there*

Ominis: *stood right next to his bed, looking down at him*

Sebastian: *Opens one eye, before the other snaps open and he flinches in bed* SWEET, FUCKING. MERLIN.

Ominis: Hello...

Sebastian: Ominis, you do this FAR too often. It scares the life out of me *frowns*. Will you pack it in?!

Ominis: *smirks* I know, that's why I do it.. And no, I won't. it's amusing *small chuckle*

Sebastian: You prick *small chuckle* Anyway, what do you want?

Ominis: You have a potions exam this morning..

Sebastian: Oh yeah, I forgot about that, what time does it start?

Ominis: I believe it starts in 10 minutes *smiles*

Sebastian: 10 minutes?! Fuck!! *jumps out of bed, starts panicking and throwing on his clothes* Why didn't you wake me sooner?!

Ominis: As I said, it's funny *smirks*

Sebastian: You can be a vicious little bastard sometimes Ominis!

Ominis: *smiles wide*

~

[xodahafez]

roadman! tom riddle duels with harry to get his attention pt 4

part three here

[partnered duelling in DADA]

walburga, sultrily: hi tom, want to be my partner?

tom, busy glaring at harry and his partner: you’re fucking butters, move yeah??

walburga: *stomps away angrily after making empty threats*

the mandem: *exchanging shifty glances with each other*

tom: the sweet one’s still dead set on airing me

orion: what does airing mean?

nott: like a cooling charm?

tom, sneering: forgot you purebluds are a buncha wet neeks. harry is ignoring me

rosier, hurriedly: i see. might i suggest a direct confrontation?

orion: yes, my— yes, riddle. i think confronting him about this will resolve your dilemma. perhaps try cornering him so he doesn’t escape

tom, rudely gesturing to harry’s duelling partner: you lot reckon i should deck him with a spell or suttin?

the mandem: …

abraxas: excellent idea

tom: aiight say less akhi

tom: *storms over and knocks out harry’s duelling partner before turning around and smiling at harry*

the mandem, collectively sighing: oh merlin

professor merrythought, appalled and shook: mr riddle! 20 points from slytherin!

tom, ignoring everyone else: wagwan darlin

harry, burning with rage: stupefy!

[a duel begins]

tom: anyways fam i been trynna hit you up but you always moving funny. what’s your problem?

harry: you! you’re my problem!

[the entire DADA class is watching]

tom: listen sweet’art i ain’t done nothing to ya?? and you was happy just last week bruv??

harry: what? no i wasn’t— bloody hell why can’t you just take no for an answer and leave me alone??? it’s creepy and weird

tom, angrily: you’re actually bare cooked dyou know what i’m sayin? always beefin with me, and for what—

harry: I DON’T KNOW WHAT ANY OF THAT MEANS—

tom, still angrily ranting: —mans is just trynna move to you yeah, allow it???

harry: did you consider that the reason i want nothing to do with you is because you’re a terrible person with a skewed moral compass—

tom, in a mocking/booing, deep voice: PHUSsioooo

[priori incantamem is triggered]

tom: …

harry: *panicking*

tom, laughing with surprise and steadily falling in love with harry: oh my dAYSSSS, THIS IS MADDDDD WALLAHI

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the fifth part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 This chapter may or may not have made me cry while writing it. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Series Masterlist

CW: Illness, yelling, some swearing, Mattheo being a dick (sorry but he protects his brother), crying, descriptions of heartache and headaches

851 words

You wake up sick. Fever, chills, the whole nine yards. You have no idea why; you were perfectly healthy yesterday. All you’d eaten after your study session was dinner and a couple of sweets before bed.

Your roommate insists you go to the Hospital Wing. Again and again, until you finally agree. You’re too shaky and sweaty to properly argue.

Before you go, you make her promise to find Tom and tell him that you’re sick. Your chest prickles strangely at the thought of standing him up.

Your roommate agrees quickly, sending you on your way with barely another word.

Once you reach the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey takes your temperature and immediately orders you to rest.

You fall asleep in one of the hospital beds, relieved that at least Tom won’t wonder where you are.

Or so you think.

Your eyes snap open, your skin prickling uncomfortably. Someone’s looking at you. Staring at you.

You roll over, rubbing at your eyes. Your whole body feels flushed and weak. It takes you a moment to get your bearings.

Next to your bed, giving you the most vicious glare you’ve ever seen, is Mattheo Riddle. Tom’s younger brother.

You sit up groggily, your head pounding. “Hi…” You say weakly.

Mattheo’s glare intensifies. He’s clearly here for healing himself, judging by the bandages on his knuckles and the bruises on his face.

“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?” Mattheo spits at you.

You flinch back, startled and confused. “What?”

“I get that the two of you have a weird love-hate relationship going on,” he scowls. “But what you did today was just fucking cruel.”

Your head pounds. Your chest is starting to hurt. “What— what do you mean?”

Mattheo glowers at you, his fists clenching and unclenching. Normally you wouldn’t be intimidated, but in your weakened state you find yourself shifting away from him.

“Don’t try to play dumb!” He scoffs. “You know full well what you did!”

Your chest really hurts. You inwardly beg that he’s not saying what you think he is.

“Act—” You say weakly— “as if I’ve been in the hospital wing all day and have no idea what’s going on.”

Mattheo’s glare flickers for a moment, before returning full-force.

“Your. Date.” He grinds out. “With my brother.”

Your stomach drops. Oh Merlin. Oh no.

Your voice comes out shaky. “She forgot to tell him… didn’t she…?”

He doesn’t even bother to ask who. “Yeah. He was waiting for hours.”

You feel like crying. Your chest hurts so bad it’s hard to breathe.

“Oh,” you whisper out.

“Oh?! Oh?! You stood my brother up and all you have to say is Oh?!”

He starts to rant about how fucked up that is, but you don’t hear a word. You stare down at the blanket covering your lap.

Tears prick at your eyes. You try your best to blink them back, but they keep coming. Right in the middle of his rant, you burst into tears.

“Oh, don’t even start with the tears,” He scoffs, glaring at you.

You sob, burying your face in your hands. Your head hurts. Your body aches. You’re tired. And you stood Tom up.

Mattheo continues on, uncaring. “I don’t even get what my brother sees in you, you— you insufferable—”

“Mr Riddle!” A sharp voice rings out. “What are you doing? You were discharged half an hour ago. Why are you disturbing my other patients?”

You hadn’t even noticed Madame Pomfrey arriving. She’s like a guardian angel to you right now.

Mattheo immediately starts to protest. “But she stood my brother up! I was just—“

“My patient,” Madame Pomfrey interrupts icily, “has been sick all day. So unless you are about to apologize and offer your well wishes, I advise you leave.”

He opens and closes his mouth a few times. Finally, with a vicious glare your way, he sulks off.

You look at Madame Pomfrey and sob. She comes to the side of your bed and pats your head comfortingly. “There, there, now. He’s just a boy. If he truly cares about you, he’ll come around. I’m sure you did what you could to let him know.”

“But I stood him up,” you whisper through the tears.

“Did you send someone to tell him?” She asks, expression tight.

You nod, sniffling. “My roommate. She was supposed to find him and tell him I was sick.”

She pats your head again. “There must be a reason why she didn’t. Do you have any idea why she wouldn’t have followed through?”

You shake your head. The crying has only worsened your headache. It pounds though your skull as you wipe at your eyes. “I- I don’t know… She’s normally reliable…”

Thankfully, Madame Pomfrey seems to pick up on your pain. With one last gentle pat to your head, she bustles off to grab you some pain medicine.

You curl up in your bed and pull the covers over your head. Crying has left you empty, drained. Your headache makes it hard to think.

You close your eyes and wait for Madame Pomfrey to return.

[cbk1000]

Hey, remember how I wrote a fic that was literally just about two men driving around the countryside looking at animals and being gay for one another? And it was 90,000 words? And at the end I went, "That wasn't enough nothing, so I'm going to write a sequel to this?" Anyway, here's a preview from that sequel:

Merlin gave him a few biscuits to show they were still chums, and then rested for a bit with his forearms on the table, recovering his stamina and courage for the follow-up round. The pocket on his scrub top was torn, and his trousers had seen neater days in a byre. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. The door opened, thankfully, before he had launched himself into the next round, and in came Gaius with his stethoscope round his neck, saying, “It sounded like the Blitz in here, so I thought I’d give you a hand.”

“Yeah, did it give you flashbacks?” Merlin asked cheekily, though he did not yet have the breath to be a fully-realised shit.

Gaius rolled his eyes. “Ah, Charlie. Have you been giving Merlin some trouble?”

“He’s given me all the trouble. I’m sedating him next time.”

“It’s only an ear cleaning, Merlin.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I don’t see you in here being the David to his Goliath.”

“David won, didn’t he?” Gaius replied serenely.

“Sure, if you believe a book that says some guy talked to a burning bush and he wasn’t even tripping balls.”

Gaius rolled his eyes. “Where’s Arthur?”

“Does everyone ask ‘Where’s Merlin’ when I’m gone?” Merlin demanded.

“No.”

“He’s shopping because we’re the worst gays ever and we live like two bachelors who forgot that they have to do things like actually keep replenishing the refrigerator which, turns out, doesn’t just refill itself. But I can’t believe he’s still not here. I bet he knew Charlie was coming in today and he’s sat at home right now swigging champagne and living the high life and laughing at me cutting off dog’s balls and putting in bloody ear drops.” Then his phone went, and he slipped it out of his pocket to find there was a text notification from Arthur. “His ears must have been burning.”

Gaius put on fresh gloves and knelt down stiffly to greet Charlie whilst he read the text, which said very cryptically, Ring me; I need saving.

He did so. “Hullo, it’s your handsome, charming, taller boyfriend, saying these things because he assumes if you try and refute them you’ll ruin the bit. Who do you need saving from?”

“Oh,” Arthur said on the other end of the line. “Ok. Right. Well, don’t worry, I’ll be there straight away.” Then: “I’m sorry, Olivia, I’m afraid there’s a bit of an emergency at the clinic. Right. I’ll tell him as soon as I see him. Right. But I think it’s really a pretty big emergency and I’m needed straight away. Yes, I’ll tell him. Yes. No, it’s not him on the phone, it’s one of the front desk staff. I think he’s in surgery. Yes. That’s why I’m needed. Exactly.” Merlin took the phone away from his ear for a moment to laugh.

“Are you free of her?” he asked when he had finished snorting.

“I’m hurrying across the street now, too quickly for her to follow, so I think I’m in the clear. Or else I’ll be hit by a car; either way, I'm free.”

“Is that what’s taken you so long to do the shopping? I was about to ask if you’d gone to York.”

“I’m at our very own Morrisons right across the street. I finished shopping nearly an hour ago. She ambushed me. Trixie has rabies again.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Merlin blurted out.

“Merlin,” Gaius scolded him with a frown.

“Well, sorry, but Olivia Harris thinks her bloody dog’s got bloody rabies again, so I’m pretty confident the next thing Arthur’s about to say is that she demands I go out there and fix her up with one of those rabies shots again before she’s torn limb from limb by her 14-year-old Pomeranian. Some people are too stupid to live, and I wish they wouldn’t.”

“Merlin!” Gaius barked.

“Oh, yeah, because this whole village is going to go into mourning if she cocks up her toes. Probably give Death a plaque and a hand shake when he comes for her.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Arthur said. “I’ve still got to get the shopping home, but I know she’s watching me, and if I don’t pop into the clinic for the ‘emergency’ then I might as well walk into oncoming traffic.”

“Don’t do that; I need you to help me with Charlie.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. “Don’t,” Merlin snapped. “You dare go home or walk into oncoming traffic. I’ll drag you right out of hospital.”

He did not walk into oncoming traffic, but through the employee entrance a few minutes later, after Gaius, citing the imminent arrival of Arthur as a reason to scurry off without having so much as scratched one of Charlie’s ears had scarpered. Merlin, sensing the presence of a fellow cow wrestler, who might have been up to the gargantuan task before him, poked his head out of the exam room, said, “Get in here,” and yanked Arthur in by his shirt, in case the command had not been clear enough.

“Don’t manhandle me,” Arthur said.

“I thought you liked that,” Merlin said.

Arthur was still fresh enough to being dicked down that he coloured, very faintly, though bamboo shoots under his fingernails would not have gotten him to confess to it. He went into the overhead cabinet for some gloves, and then knelt down in front of Charlie, though all he would have had to do to meet him eye to eye was to stoop down a bit. “Hello, Charlie. Has this twat been mucking about with your ears again?” He rubbed them.

“I’ve cleaned them out and just need to put in the antibiotic drops.”

“‘Just.’ That’s like saying you ‘just’ need to build the third Pyramid of Giza,” Arthur complained.

“That’s right, I did the first bloody two, you whingeing pillock, now man up.”

“Good morning, by the way,” Arthur said, in a tone which implied very heavily it was not. Arthur had had a rare lie-in that morning whilst Merlin slipped out ahead of him, so that their last interaction had been the night previously, a shag which ought to have put him in a better mood.

“Good morning, you crotchety tit.”

“You’d be crotchety too if you’d just had to listen to Olivia Harris for an hour.”

“Well, I’m going to have to listen to her for another hour this afternoon I’m sure, so I don’t actually have any sympathy.”

“You never do.”

“He’s a rotten liar, Charlie, I’m delightful.” He hauled Arthur in by the front of his shirt, and briskly pecked him on the mouth. “In case Charlie leaves you my war widow.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a coward; he’s like a giant teddy bear.”

“Yeah, that’s why you were thinking about walking into oncoming traffic when I said you needed to help with him.”

“I was thinking of walking into oncoming traffic because I had to talk to Olivia Harris for an hour.” 

The teddy bear stood cooperatively enough for his two friends, delighted to see they had multiplied, and that the second was the lovely blonde who gave him against the express advice of his stingier partner an extra biscuit; then this friend too transformed into that vile, snakeish Judas. Arthur patted his shoulders, and said, “Up” a little wearily, though he regularly bore the weight of an animal almost as heavy. He scratched all round the ears with Charlie’s hot breath in his face, and under the lax chin whilst Merlin sidled in with the drops. He managed the right ear before Charlie had quite comprehended what was happening to him; then he lunged back from Arthur with a look to show how he had wounded him. 

“Whoa, there, mate,” Arthur said, catching his front legs, and pinning them to his shoulders, whilst Charlie hopped about on his hind legs, shaking his head, and whipping it about, and turning Merlin’s ministrations into something like a bloody-minded Cirque-de-Solei audition, where the interviewers were throwing roundhouses at him whilst he contorted himself for their amusement.

They were all three panting, sweaty, and dishevelled when at last the ordeal was finally over, and Charlie clumped down onto the floor, and then galloped over to the Sulking Corner because he knew that Arthur would want to make friends again with some treats, whereas Merlin would have merely called him a great baby. 

“How did this morning go?” Arthur sked, squatting in front of Charlie and offering him a chicken flavoured gravy bone. “Ear drops aside.”

“Pretty well. Diggy’s bollocks are no longer amongst us, RIP. Had an emergency c-section after that; poor bitch was in labour all yesterday and still hadn’t progressed by the time her owner brought her in, but all the pups were alive and she came through the surgery just fine. Oh, and Emma says she wishes you weren’t gay. And that you’re such a soppy loser for me that it defeated her mum’s homophobia.”

Arthur looked round from Charlie and arched his eyebrow. “What? So what you mean is, today Emma confessed to being totally insane?”

“She did all but say she fancied you, so, yeah.”

“I do have a history of attracting lunatics.”

“True,” Merlin said. “It’s your arse. If you just had your personality, even crazy people would leave you alone.”

“Oh really? Maybe I should stop doing squats, then. Live out the rest of my days in peace.”

“Don’t do that,” Merlin said, and swatted him on the bum, unfortunately timed to the opening of the door, which had been opened by Gaius.

“Merlin.” He frowned.

“What? That’s one of the most innocent things I’ve ever done to him.”

“At the clinic he is your coworker, not your boyfriend. I’m not going to have another complaint from one of our clients about you sexually harassing people.”

“That was a misunderstanding.”

“So you didn’t make a lewd comment to Arthur at the front desk in front of Mrs Clarke?”

“Well I thought it was under my breath.”

“You don’t have an under your breath,” Arthur retorted.

“Arthur started it anyway,” Merlin said. 

“I did not!”

“You said--”

“I don’t think Gaius needs to know what I said to know that you’re guilty,” Arthur cut in hastily.

“I’m certain I don’t,” Gaius said drily. “Nor do I want to have any inkling of 98% of what’s said between the two of you. Just keep it away from the front desk.” He jotted down something in the chart he was holding. “Do the two of you have time to see an alpaca today?”

“An alpaca?” Merlin asked.

“There’s a local breeder who’s just got a new male and bred him to several of her females without any pregnancies, and she was hoping we might nip over and take a sperm sample.”

“What am I supposed to use to collect alpaca jizz? I assume what we’ve got for the bulls won’t work.”

“We say semen, Merlin.”

“Well, regardless, semen, jizz, spunk, baby batter--what am I supposed to put it in?”

“You could use a bit of tupperware.”

“We are not using our tupperware to collect alpaca semen,” Arthur broke in.

“Calm your tits, I’m not going to make you eat out of it afterwards. Obviously we’d chuck it; you can’t erase that with a washing-up. But, yeah, not really keen on wasting some tupperware on that.”

“A sandwich baggie, then,” Gaius said with the serenity of a man who would not be sticking his hand under an orgasming alpaca. 

“I’ve still got to put the shopping away. I’ll take Merlin, nip home quickly, and then drive us over to the farm.”

“You just want me to put the shopping away,” Merlin complained.

“Well I did it the last two times in a row.”

“Well I was operating on a pig.”

“You always have some excuse.”

“‘Can’t, I’m sorting out intestines’ is an extremely valid one.”

“I just find it extremely interesting that these things happen when there’s shopping to put away.”

“It’s not like I’m scheduling rectal prolapses to coincide with when we do the shopping--”

“Boys,” Gaius said.

“Oh, yeah, right, alpaca jizz,” Merlin said.

They bickered amicably all the way home and whilst refiling pantry and fridge and cupboards, comparing the number of items each had put away, and determining whether he was or wasn’t carrying a fair load, till Merlin decided to cheat by saying, “I am putting away my stuff so much faster” to ensure that Arthur finished the job.

“You’re a cock,” Arthur said.

“You’re way too easy to goad,” Merlin said.

[rollercoasterwords]

12. you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you.

this one sounds amazingly chaotic :)

that does sound chaotic! i have made it. r/s lie-low-at-lupin's era canon-compliant <3

this prompt list

you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you

"it was sangria," remus says, making tea the muggle way, "definitely sangria."

"are you sure?" sirius wrinkles his nose, "i thought--wine..."

"no, sangria. you made fun of marlene for bringing it, remember?"

"oh." sirius sits, lets his smile calcify. no. he reaches for the memory, whatever scraps he can get, a dog under the dinner table. it's like wading through quicksand these days, spending any time at all inside his own head.

he really thought it was wine.

remus putters around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets, never once reaching for his wand. sirius wonders how long he's been living like this, shut away in his childhood home with all his mum's muggle kitchen appliances. hope lupin died four years ago. sirius can remember that, because he learned it after azkaban. because his mind still works, and his memory's still there, and it's just that there's twelve years of quicksand to wade through if he wants anything before 1993. and it's not 1993 anymore, because now it's 1995. sirius knows. remus told him. the newspapers all confirm that it's true. and if he could work out how to ask about his birthday, he'd even know how old he is. thirty-five, he thinks. maybe thirty-six.

he wants to ask if remus has been alone in this house all that time (four years and it's 1995 so hope lupin died in 1991 so has he been here? alone? all that time? since 1991?) but he's afraid to know the answer. doesn't know which would hurt more--a no or a yes.

there were two toothbrushes on the sink, when sirius arrived. remus threw one of them in the bin. like a muggle. why not vanish it? maybe it was his mum's. (who died in 1991).

right. so it was sangria.

"we should contact her," sirius says. his hair is getting greasy. he needs a shower.

"who?"

the sound of the shower is a rush. a hiss. not a crash. not waves on stone. and it's--well, it's water. it would be water. on his skin. no getting around that. maybe he can turn into padfoot. if his fur is clean, does that count? would his hair still be the same when he changed back?

"marlene," he says. and then, "mckinnon." he remembers these things. these people. their names. so she brought sangria, not wine--okay. who cares? sirius still remembers her name.

remus hesitates, two mugs in his hands, and gets that horrible crumpled-paper look on his face. like someone is crunching all his features in their fist. pitying. that's the word for it. fucking pity. if remus ever looked at him this way before, sirius doesn't remember it.

"sirius, she..."

he's frantic, diving into quicksand. marlene mckinnon, marlene mckinnon. she's dead, obviously. no other reason remus would have that look on his face. fuck. people aren't supposed to just forget things like that.

but what else was he meant to do? what else? sirius would love it if someone could fucking tell him. head so full of death and grief that the only way to keep the dementors at bay is to become a moth inside your own brain, eating holes through your own fucking hippocampus. be a dog, be a dog, be a dog. twelve years of forgetting. and now remus looks at him like that. and now he's under the table, begging for scraps.

two toothbrushes, and his mum died in 1991. fuck.

"right," sirius mutters, before remus can say anything else, "sorry. just...forgot for a minute."

he picks at a hangnail. he's going to make it bleed, and he's not going to flinch. that's his new party trick--not flinching. remus is still hovering, like a ghost with mugs for hands. merlin, it's like he forgets that magic exists. just levitate them. just set them down. just point your fucking wand at the kettle to heat it. just stop being such a muggle. he's such a fucking muggle now. why? whose toothbrush was that, on the sink?

"right," remus says. he licks his lips. they are the exact same shape that they have always been. sirius remembers their shape. it's one of the things he couldn't forget.

remus goes back to making tea, the muggle way, and the way he's not-looking is just as bad as the looking. the stiffness of his shoulders, the jerky movements of his hands. like they are two strangers in a kitchen. twelve years of dementors, and still, sirius never imagined anything that could hurt like this.

"oranges," he says, suddenly, canines sinking into another scrap of memory. remus glances at him, nose wrinkled--but there's a spark now, in his eyes. the promise of a smile in the curl of his lips.

"what?"

sirius's heart is a firework. yes, he thinks, like a man striking gold, yes. that's it. he remembers. there's still some of him left in himself. they can still be those people they were.

"oranges," he says, again, "i was throwing them at you."

remus laughs.

remus laughs.

fuck the toothbrush on the sink. fuck the bin and the muggle teakettle and the shower and the hangnail. sirius is going to die right here, right now, at this kitchen table. he's smiling so hard that it hurts.

"at your head!" he says.

"you were."

"because i wanted your attention!"

"you did."

the laughter has faded, now, and remus is leaning against the countertop, mugs abandoned, lovely hands fidgeting with the hem of his jumper. lovely, lovely hands.

sirius narrows his eyes. "and you were being a prat," he says.

that smirk. fuck's sake, that smirk. it could make a man swallow the ocean. remus's eyes light up with new colours.

"i was," he says.

sirius reminds himself how to breathe. remus's voice is different, now. rougher around the edges--chain-smoking bastard. and his sandy hair is shot through with gray, like the moonlight on the beach. and those wrinkles, around his eyes--those are new. sirius would have remembered those, certainly. they're turning his stomach into confetti.

okay, so they're not the people they were. so it was sangria, not wine. so there's a toothbrush in the bin--so what.

so fucking what.

it's 1995, and they're in a kitchen, and they're not strangers. how could they ever be strangers?

"i wanted to kiss you," sirius said, and he doesn't have to try, for that one. doesn't have to wade through quicksand to remember. just has to look across the kitchen, at this man with the moon in his hair and the stars in his eyes.

it all comes back, so easily.

[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

i meant it - r.l.

summary; now sober, you pick up the courage to confess your feelings to remus.

warnings; kinda smut (not exactly sex tho)

pt. 1

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a terrible headache registered in your brain as soon as you opened your eyes. you whined loudly and rubbed your eyes.

“ugh,” you heard. “can someone turn this blinding light off?”

“marlene, that’s the sun, you cunt!” said another tired voice.

“oh, shut the fuck up, mary!”

you slowly opened your eyes to see marlene sitting on the floor while mary was lying on the bed marlene had her head leaned against.

“where is lily?” you murmured.

“saw her leaving with james last night and haven’t seen her since,” said mary. and then, as if she realized what she had just said, she sat up. “oh, my, merlin! drunk lily left with drunk james and i haven’t seen her since!”

you all three started to laugh, trying to ignore the pain you all had from the hungover.

all of sudden, you stopped laughing. 

“honey, y/n, what’s up?” marlene asked worriedly.

“oh, my, god,” you sat up and clapped your palm over your mouth, remembering the things you did the night before. “what have i done?”

“okay, now i’m curious,” said mary.

you looked at your best friends. they, yet, had no idea about your feelings for remus. sirius, and now remus as well, were the only ones who knew about it and you never planned for it to be any other way because you thought you and the boy will never start dating.

“i did something terrible,” you admitted.

“i can tell,” the girls said at the same time.

“this may be a shock for you,” you began. “but i have certain for feeling for. . . remus.”

they kept staring at you, waiting for the shocking part of the story.

you raised an eyebrow. “this is the part where you should be surprised.”

they let out an, “oh.”

“we’re sorry,” frowned marlene. “it’s just. . .”

“we knew,” mary finished.

“wow, well. . .” you laughed nervously. “was lily suspicious and she asked you about it?”

they looked at each other and then glanced at their laps.

“oh, no!” you gasped. “are you telling me you found about it yourself?” they were quiet. “wait. if not lily or you two then. . . oh, i’m gonna kill him!”

"look, i don't think he meant to say anything. . . we just kind of forced him. . ."

"that's whatever," said quickly mary. "what have you done that you are so worried about?"

"do you remember how i kinda hurt my ankle because of the heels i wore yesterday?"

"hardly."

"well, i went to remus and he then. . . he then. . . ugh. . . oh yes! he helped me upstairs, carrying me in a bridal style! if i remember correctly i said he has a cute nose. . ."

"not important, y/n," warned marlene.

"i. . . uhm. . .i remember teasing him a little. i pretended i'm too pissed to unclasp my bra, so he did it for me."

the girls' mouths opened as they laughed.

"that's not the worst," you admitted guiltily. "when he was about to go, i grabbed his wrist and asked him to lay with me. when he did, i kinda told him everything."

"everything. . ?" they raised their eyebrows.

"i told him i love him."

silence fell between you three.

"that was highly unexpected."

"well, what did he do? did he confess back?"

you shook your head. "no, not really." they waited for you to continue. "he said that i'm drunk so i automatically have no idea what am i saying and that i should tell him today, when i'm sober. i think we had a little fight before he left."

marlene frowned. "well, will you tell him again?"

you shrugged. "i don't know, should i?"

"if he wants you to say it again when you're sober, then i assume he wants to know if you're for real so he can confess his love for you too," said mary.

"when did you become so wise?" you asked.

"that happens when you spend too much time with lily."

***

when you walked into the common room, your body froze.

"uh, you girls, go ahead," you said, turning to run up the stairs. "i forgot something upstairs."

"nuh-uh!" lily, who now knew wverything grabbed your arm, keeping you in place.

"ouch!" you yelped, rubbing your arm. "evans, what was that for?"

"go talk to him."

you shook your head. "no."

mary gasped. "what are you doing? have you never experienced angry lily? you know when her face goes totally red and she is ready to kill anyone who made her mad?"

the readhead glared at her.

mary put her hands in the air. "sorry." and then whispered to you and marlene. "that's exactly what i meant."

"y/n," lily reminded.

"i can't do it!"

"i'll pray for you," marlene gave you a comforting hug and patted your back.

sighing, you slowly walked back into the common room and approached the couch remus was sitting on. you could feel his body tense as you sat down next to him, clearing your throat.

you didn't know what to say. hey, remus, you remember what i said yesterday? well, i totally meant it and i'm over heels for you.

"remus?" you said.

he hummed. he didn't even look up from his book. he only fucking hummed.

"remus, can you look at me?"

he finally did. you were met by his beautiful hazel eyes. you couldn't quite put a finger on what he was thinking. he was sometimes so fucking hard to read.

"look, about what i said yesterday. . .i . . ." you lost words. your mouth went dry as your heart beat sped up. you were panicking, a war was in your mind. remus seemed to notice that as he silently started panicking himself.

"remus, i—"

"ouch, mary, what the fuck!"

your and remus's heads turned to the direction of the stairs.

"what do you mean i can't go to the common room? moony is there and i heard y/n's voice from there too! are they shagging or confessing their feelings to each other or what? i hope the second option, to be honest."

your cheeks turned bright red.

"can you just shut up and stay here?"

"as much as love your presence, lily flower, i need to ask moony about something."

sirius walked to you two with the brightest smile. "well, hello, lovebirds. how are you on this amazing day?"

"amazing," you mumbled as sirius propped himself in the couch. his legs went on remus's lap as his head went on yours.

you stared at him as if you wanted to kill him.

"hm, someone is in a very bad mood today," he teased. "oh, i didn't interrupted a private moment between you and moony, did i?"

"sirius," remus said through gritted teeth.

"it doesn't matter now," you murmured, moving his head out of his lap before leaving.

***

the second time you picked up the courage to confess to remus, peter was with him in the dorm.

"peter, go."

"what?" he raised an eyebrow.

"i need to talk to remus, so please, i beg you, go somewhere else."

"i— okay," he quickly packed his things and left.

after the door shut, you started your confessing.

"i am going crazy, remus! no you know what? you make me crazy! you and your stupid face. you and your stupid kindness and everything, you just make me so bloody crazy and i can't stand it. you ways scold sirius and james for being so oblivious but let me tell you, lupin, you're no better than them. how can't you tell i'm in love with you? there it is, i'm telling you i love you like you asked me to two days ago."

he just stared at you, wide eyed, cheeks red.

"godric, don't just look at me like that, say someth—"

his hands appeared on the sides of your face, his lips on yours.

you kissed him back as soon as you realized what he had done. you slightly pushed him backwards, he walked until the back of his knees crashed into the bed, making him sit down. you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his sandy brown curls.

his hands roamed everywhere and now they were on your butt. suddenly, he squeezed it, making you gasp into his mouth.

"i'm sorry," he put them away to rest them on your back instead.

you shook your head. "don't be," and put them back on your butt.

he smiled when you started kissing again. it caught him by surprise when you stood up.

he let out a whine. "what are you doing?"

"relax," you whispered before placing a kiss on his cheek and then jaw and then neck.

he sighed in pleasure as you got down on your knees in front of him. your hands moved to unzip his pants.

unfortunately, that was when the door opened.

"bloody hell!" it was sirius. "james, you have to get up here, i think i just interrupted remus from getting his first blow job—"

[robynlilyblack]

You’re so brave darling

Sirius Black x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: History repeats it’s self at the Potters house but this time it's Sirius' girlfriend showing up in the middle of the night

Warnings: swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, bruises, food, blood and cuts, established relationship, non-sexual nudity

A/n: 2.3k words, I really like how this turned out, it's so intimate and vulnerable and it's kinda sad but I think it's beautiful (and thats what counts), thank you for the request, I hope you like it x

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Sirius awoke to a series of small thumps, he tried his best to ignore them, assuming it must have been James in the next room doing something stupid he thought was an amazing idea at 2am. The noise stopped for a few minutes but then it happened again, only louder and he groaned, clutching at his pillow

“Prongs I swear to merlin” he mumbles to himself waiting for the sound to stop, which it does for again a couple of minutes before it resumes once more “Imma kill him”

Sirius throws off the blanket, marching out of his room, he was happy James' parents were away for the weekend so he didn’t have to worry about anyone but James seeing him in just his boxers...or seeing him kill their son for disturbing his beauty sleep.

Opening the door to James’ bedroom, he let it hit off of the table nearby, eyes still half closed as he tried to keep himself in his sleepy state as he shouted “Prongs shut the fuck up!” reciveing only a groan in response

When his eyes finally open, he's met with a very groggy looking James peering at him from under a mountain of covers

The boy rubs the sleep from his eyes, trying to process before his eyes go wide “Shit I wasn’t talking in my sleep again was I?” he wonders

Sirius shakes his head “No I thought it was you making that...” there it was again, both he and James sharing a look “You heard that, right?” he checks to comfirm he wasn't going crazy

"I did” James confirms standing up before eyeing Sirius “Mate” he cringes, holding one hand up to block the view

“What?” Sirius shrugs before looking down “Oh” he chuckles tugging himself away “Sorry”

James lets out a breathy laugh “It’s fine just don’t want you flashin’ the burglars” he jokes but then they hear the noise again “I think it’s the front door” James says heading out of the room, grabbing a shirt on the way along with some checked trousers he throws at Sirius

“You think Euphemia forgot something?” Sirius asks hopping into the trousers before he gets to the top of the stairs 

James stops before heading down “Siriusly Pads call her mum, it’s weird when you use her first name” he says throwing the shirt over his head

Sirius rolls his eyes “Okay, you think mum forgot some…” he starts taking a step down the stairs before looking at James “That actually sounds kinda nice to say” he muses and James hits him lightly

“We can celebrate you finally having a good mum later. Right now we need to see who’s at the door” James hithers for him to follow, walking down the stairs and while Sirius nods following behind, he’s quietly calling James’ parents mum and dad in his head

Eventually they get down to the front door just as the knocks happen again but slowly the chaps are were getting weaker, of course James and Sirius’ brains weren't registering that as they assumed they were about to be murdered

“Wait” James says grabbing a vase from the table next to the door before gripping the handle

Sirius grabs the closest thing to him which so happens to be a book “Okay I'm ready?” Sirius nods

James does a double take “You gonna read to them?” he eyes the book in Sirius’ hands “Least I can clog them over the head” he wiggles the vase in the air

The boy huffs “Fuck off and open the door” he gestures for his friend to get on with it but as James pushes down the door handle he holds up the book getting into a fighting stance

James opens the door the vase lowering as he sees you, drenched as you clearly had been standing in the rain for a long time

“Y/n?” he looks at you concerned, more so seeing the dried blood being washed down your cheek from the rain

Sirius looks at the door then James “Y/n?” he repeats half pushing James out of the way and dropping the book as he opens the door fully “Merlin, you’re soaked through darlin’” he pulls you inside but as he grips your arm you wince, the small whine panicking the boys

You don’t seem like you can speak, just small sniffles as Sirius gently pushes up the wet fabric revealing a bruise in the shape of finger prints on your arm before his eyes flick up and see the small cut on your forehead

“Who did this to you?” James wonders, his voice soft while Sirius’ fingers are tracing over the marks he knew far too well

In the quietest, most broken voice they two had ever heard you reply “My mum” and the boys’ heart broke

James quickly ran out into the rain that was now dying down and grabbed your small case. Re-entering the house, he turns to Sirius “I’ll go make us some food, you take her to get cleaned up…Remus’ balm is in my ensuite bathroom along with the med kit” he tells him giving you a quick kiss to the forehead whispering “You’re safe now” before heading off into the kitchen

“Come on darlin” he takes your hand in his gently leading you up the stairs and into James’ bathroom

You just stand there, shaking from the cold as he begins to go through the small cabinet for healing supplies. Eventually he finds it, sitting it on the counter next to the sink before turning back to you

“Need to get these wet clothes off” he says softly and you just nod, your tears more evident now you were out of the rain “Can I?” his fingers graze the edge of your jackets zipper

You nod again, allowing him to take off your clothes. He’s does it slowly, handling you like you could shatter at any moment. Whispering words of reassurance and kissing your cheek or temple every now and again so you know you're safe

Eventually you are down to your underwear but even that’s wet “Turn around for me” Sirius asks and when you turn around he tries to compose himself as he sees more bruises, the ones on your arms were fresh but these looked around a week old

He unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the ground, gently rubbing his hands along the indentation the wet fabric had left. Hearing you hum as he kissed your shoulder “Back around for me” you turn hands at your sides as the tears fall

He takes the pad of his thumb and wipes your cheeks “You’re so brave darling...so so brave” his voice is still soft but there’s a firmness which makes you nod, closing your eyes as he places a lingering kiss to your forehead

He then knees down, fingers hooking the edges of your underwear, pulling them down and letting you step out of it. Before he stands back up he kisses the bruise on your hip and again his thumbs rub the irritation from your underwear waist band

“Why don’t we get you in the shower then I’ll get a bandage on your head” he offers "It doesn't look too bad" his thumb gently taping around the wound

You say nothing, just slide your arm around his waist and hug him tightly. He returns it right away, one hand going to your head protectively and the other caressing your back

“I love you” you whisper 

He kisses your wet hair “I love you more darlin’” he smiles at you as he pulls back “Come on lets you cleaned up, yeah?” you nod and he pecks your lips

You climb into the combined bath and shower, sitting down when he instructs as he can tell you're too tired to stand, besides it was easier for him to bathe you like this.

Sirius flicks on the shower testing the water with his hand before running it over your back “Temperature okay?” he double checks and you hum in agreement, enjoying the warmth after standing outside for around an hour

His free hand rubs the dried blood from you, heart aching as you hiss when the warm water hits some of the bruises than now look more like burn marks

“Hold this for a second darlin’” he hands you the shower head to hold briefly as he massages some shampoo into your scalp, smiling as he sees your lips tug up “Thanks” he kisses your forehead, happy to see you are slowly returning to your normal self

After rinsing your hair, he runs some conditioner through your ends, chatting with you until it was time to wash it out

“How are you feeling?” he gives you a small smile

 You return it, hand moving to cup his on your shoulder “Better” you nod “Sorry if I scared you”

“Didn’t scare me darlin, just…it hurts to see you hurting” he answers but you can tell he wants to ask you about your injuries

“It wasn’t always like this” his eyes meet yours “It only turned physical this summer before...my mum she…” you wince and he shifts on his knees closer, thumb rubbing your skin in a circular motion 

“Your mum did what?” he gently prompts

You scrunch up your nose “Before she was only physical with my dad…but as I grew older and he left I wanted to stand up to her. Usually resulting in her screaming at me, which until this summer was enough to scare me into submission”

“But this time it didn’t work and her threats weren't threats anymore” he finishes and you nod “She do all of this?” he gestures to the injuries

You bob your head “She makes me go to these family barbecues in our neighbourhood and we have to look all perfect. So she needs to make sure my hair is perfect too and when I talked back she burnt me…claiming it was an accident” you graze your fingers over your shoulder

Sirius jaw clenches, trying his best to stay calm as you continue

“She gave me this...” you touch your arm “When I was trying to leave a couple of nights ago to come visit you and James, she was scared i was leaving her like dad did...umm siri I think you can” you motion to your hair

“Oh” he nods, letting you tilt your head back as he rinses the product out “So…what made you leave tonight?” he asks but he’s pretty sure it has something to do with that cut on your head 

“She threw a bottle over my head” you say, hugging yourself as he turns the water off "She was drunk, blaming me for the millionth time for dad leaving...honestly I don't blame him for it, I just wish he took me with him"

Sirius felt his heart ache more than you could understand at that

"Anyway I told her it was her fault and she got mad, throwing the empty bottle at the wall to scare me, then started crying when she saw the blood"

You sniff remembering bering how she tried to guilt trip you one last time, same empty promises of 'change'

"I tucked her into bed and wrote a note explaining that I was leaving for good..." you look up at him "...then I apparted here"

Sirius closes his eyes for a moment before grabbing a clean towel “I'll never let her touch you again” he promises, kissing your forehead before holding the towel open

Standing you let him wrap it around you, tugging it in before you climb out of the bath with his help

Once your out, you cup his cheeks "I know" you nod, gently brushing some of his hair out of the way "That's the reason I didn't think twice about coming here, you have always made me feel safe...always, even when you do questionable pranks" you giggle at the end and it's music to his ears

"You make me feel the same way you know, I feel like everything is okay when I'm with you" he gives you a warm smile, noses brushing before he captures your lips in a soft slow kiss

When he pulls away he gives you a cheeky look "And my pranks aren't questionable they are siriusly thought through" he defends making you smile

"Of course, I'm sorry" you scold yourself, hitting your hand playfully

He chuckles "Good, now lets get you dried so I can put a bandage on this" he kisses the cut ever so gently before moving to grab you a t-shirt since he knows thats gentler on your hair

Just as he was about to hand you it there’s a light knock at the door “Hey, can I come in?” you hear James say

Sirius looks to you to check you were comfortable with that and you nod

“Yeah prongs, come on in” Sirius says, deciding to dry your hair for you quickly

James wastes no time coming in, giving you a sad smile as his eyes drift over the bruises “I made you some food” he tells you, eyes flicking to Sirius' motions and his smile lifts, such a simp, he can't help but think

“Thanks” you give him a small smile but your nervous about the long-term ramifications of you leaving and staying here

Luckily he's has already thought about it “You can stay in Pads’ room with him; my parents will be fine with that, they're pretty cool...I mean they did made me after all" he smirks and you giggle "I’ll send them a letter in the morning letting them know you’ll be staying with us this summer, and if you need clothes we will buy you new ones or we can use my cloak to sneak back and get anything you left behind”

Your mouth parts “James, I-I don’t know what to say” your heart warms, you knew James was kind and a good friend but having him help you and be so sweet first hand was overwhelming

“You don’t have to say anything” he assures you, eyes flicking to Sirius who gives him a grateful smile “Although” he adds as he heads to the door “I thank you would be nice” he winks and you giggle

“Thank you James” you say genuinely

“Anything for my future sister in law” he wiggles his eyebrows at Sirius who blushes lightly “I’ll let you tend to that cut and I’ll go unpack your stuff, then we can stuff our faces with comfort food”

Thank you for reading 💛

[somewhereontheeastsideofsorrow]

we all burn, burn, burn and die. chapter 2 - i miss you in the morning's when i see the sun

masterlist chapter 1 chapter 3

AU where Mattheo's dad isn't voldemort, (voldemorts last name isn't Riddle), him nor the slytherin boys are deatheaters, they all live in a neighbourhood/village type thing together with a few other people. Readers parents is loyal to voldemort but not her. She is a Gryffindor, and I will be using she/her pronouns throughout the story.

Story Summary: Y/N King is dating Mattheo Riddle, but Y/N is forced to make a decision by her father and voldemort himself that ruins everything. Will Y/N and Mattheo find their way back to each other in the end? Will Mattheo understand? How does Y/N cope with all the gut wrenching shit I put her through?

The date is still September 1st 2022, so it's a modern Au e.g. they have phones etc.

Warnings: hints of physical abuse, swearing

Primrose and I reached the last carriage of the train and headed to the compartment that my friends have sat in since first year. By our fourth year we had all carved our initials underneath the table right next to four other initials of kids who sat in the compartment before us, the initials belonged to Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin and someone called P.P. As Prim and I went to the compartment, Lorenzo came out of the compartment door and looked at me before shouting:

"Mattheo! Your wifey's here," Primrose giggled as Enzo pulled me into a hug.

Thanks for telling the whole of Europe I'm here, Enz," I said in a voice that was muffled by his shoulder.

"Your welcome, Y/N/N" 

"Oi, Berkshire! Stop hogging her, " said a familiar voice, Mattheo. He walked over to us and pushed Enzo out the way, which made Prim laugh harder, Mattheo wrapped his arms around and pulled me tightly against him. 

"Hi," he said

"Hi, I missed you," I said

"I missed you too, pretty girl" He untangled his arms from around me and cupped my face with his hands and pressed our lips together, kissing me as if this would be the last time he saw me.

"Ewww, quick cover your eyes, ducky," said Thomas, poking his head around the corner of the compartment. I gave Thomas the middle finger behind Mattheo's back while still kissing him. Eventually, we pulled apart,  and he pulled me into his side and draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked into the compartment. There was already Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Max, Isaiah, Theodore, Thomas, and Prim sitting down. I sat down next to Prim with Mattheo sitting next to me. 

"Where are the others at?" I ask.

"Oh, hello Isaiah, how are you, Isaiah? Looking sexy as fuck like always Isaiah". Teased Isaiah.

"Hello, Isaiah," I said mockingly.

"What about me? I'm here too," stated Blaise. 

"And me!" Said Draco and Theodore at the same time.

"Hi boys," I said, dragging out the sentence.

"She was too invested in sucking Mattheos' face off. She forgot about us," exclaimed Max."

Did you guys hear that noise?" I questioned faux pondering.

"What noise?" Said Mattheo playing along.

"No, no, you guys are not doing this again, I can't do this for another three weeks," Begged Max. We all laughed at his begging and the reminder of pretending we didn't hear him for three weeks.

"We're just kidding, Maxy." 

"Thank fucken Merlin" yelled Max. Prim giggled as Isaiah scolded him for swearing in front of her.

"By the way, to answer your question, love. Dylan is sitting with Tom in another carriage with their 7th year friends because apparently they care about those 7th years more than us seemingly as they don't want to sit with us" says Mattheo sarcastically while scoffing.

"Teddy, Max's and Isaiah's little brother, and Xander, Dylan's little brother, ran off somewhere. Harry is sitting with his Gryffindor friends, and Juniper is already for some reason changing into her robes, she should be back soon". Just on time Juniper walked through the compartment door.

"Thank fuck you are here Y/N/N I've been stuck with these fuckheads by myself the whole entire break" sighs Juniper with a hint of relief  in her voice. I stand up and wrap my arms around her having missed my best friend, she does the same. 

"I have missed you too Juni" I say. We pull apart and she pushes Mattheo along the seat so she can sit next to me. Mattheo is sulking in the corner since Juniper pushed him away.

"Oh! This must be Primrose" Juniper exclaims gesturing towards her. Prim nods shyly and smiles. Just as I begin to start talking to Juni, two rowdy little boys come barging into the compartment, spraying silly string everywhere while laughing.

"TEDS!" yells Isaiah. The boys stop spraying the silly string but keep laughing. Lorenzo casts a spell to clean the silly string up.

"Where did you even get that from Teddy?" Says Max unamused. The boys smile gleefully, looking at each other before saying:

"The Weasley twins gave them to us during the break" says the boy with sandy hair and colourful eyes, whom I can only assume to be Teddy.

" We are going to go get Dylan and Tom next. Do you want to come?" He says looking at Prim, the boy who asked Prim must be Xander as he could pass as 1st year Dylan's twin. Prim looks at me and I nod at her saying that it's okay to go with them if she likes.

"Come on it will be okay, your brother will be there too" Says Xander, grabbing Prim's hand and taking her with him. She looks back at me blushing as Xander gently takes her away, still holding her hand.

"Awww, looks like Primrose has a crush" Juniper whispered with a light tone in her voice.

"What? No she doesn't" Thomas said protectively "She's too young for a crush" Thomas went on.

"Bullshit Thomas, she's 11, remember when you had a crush on Pansy in first year, I have no clue why she was bitch then and she still is now" I replied disgustingly."

Y/N, don't remind me." We all laughed and kept talking. Eventually Mattheo realised that there was a free seat next to me now that Prim was gone, he stood up quickly and practically leapt for the empty space beside me, everyone, startled by Mattheo's sudden movement, went silent but Mattheo paid the no mind to them as he put his arm over my shoulders and pulled me closer to him, kissing my forehead before resting his head on mine, Mattheo slowly started to drift off to sleep.

"Are you alright, mate?" said Draco, amused. Mattheo just hummed, not bothering to open his eyes. The talking picked back up and after a while I fell asleep too, happy to be in Mattheo's arms again.

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We all got off the train and headed to the carriages led by the thestrals. Thestral are only visible to those who have seen death, by being a death eater's daughter I have seen death more times than one should ever have to encounter. We split into two carriages and the thestrals led us to hogwarts.

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I've sat down next to Isaiah at the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledore droning his speech on but before I knew it it was time for the sorting of the first year's. Minnie walked up to the stool with the sorting hat on it and started to read off a paper with all the first years named on it.

"Haymitch Daniels". Called Mcgonagall. The young boy walked up to the stool and sat on it waiting for Minnie to put the sorting hat on him. The hat pondered for a bit talking to the boy before yelling "SLYTHERIN!". The slytherins all cheered as the boy walked over to the Slytherin table. More and more names were called that Isaiah and I weren't paying attention to as we talked about what we did over the break. Both Xander and Teddy were called and they both got into Hufflepuff.

"Primrose King" Called Minnie. I turned my attention back up to the stage as Prim walked up to the stool and sat down and what seemed like hours but wasn't even a few seconds.

The sorting hat yelled out "HUFFLEPUFF!" before the hat even touched her head. Primrose shot me a scared glance while walking to the Hufflepuff table, I gave her a reassuring look that everything was going to be okay even though I wasn't 100% sure whether it would be or not. The rest of the names were called out before food appeared on all four of the tables and everyone began to dig in. I looked back at Prim to find her looking at me already. I mouthed to her to eat something and that I will talk to her afterwards. 

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After dinner, the prefects of each house started to take the first year's to their designated common room. I walked over to the Hufflepuff prefects and told them that I would show Primrose where the common room was after I talked to her. I walked away before the prefect could even answer. I grabbed Prim's hand and pulled her off to the side of the corridor. She lunged into my arms and started to tear up.

"It's going to be alright little duck, when Dad asks you what house you got sorted into tell him Slytherin. I will tell the boys so they know the plan as well, okay?" I told her. "And when we go back to the house you could borrow one of Leo's Slytherin robes and we can charm it to fit you, okay ducky? It's going to be fine." 

"Okay, Y/N/N." She sniffled. I wiped her tears away before I led her to the Hufflepuff common room. When we got there, the female prefect for Hufflepuff was waiting outside the door.

"Ah, there you are, I've been waiting to show you your dorm. You've got some girls who are excited to meet you. My name's Amanda, what's yours?" She asked Prim inquisitively "Primrose"

"What a beautiful name, Primrose."

"Thank you," Prim giggled.

"Alright Prim, I have to go, but I'll see you in the morning, yeah?" I said reluctantly, not wanting to leave her.

"OK, bye Y/N/N," she said, hugging me. She let go and walked over to Amanda. I turned around and walked to the owlery and texted Arlen, Finn and Thomas about Prim and our plan. When I reached the owlery to owl Leo, our shared owl, named Dog, was alrrady there Finn named him when he was seven and decided to name him dog because he really wanted a dog. I got out some parchment and wrote to Leo about the plan. I rolled up the parchment and tied it to Dog's leg and he flew away.

I started to think about what would happen if Dad found out that Prim was in Hufflepuff, I tried to shake the thought out of my head of what happened to me when he found out I was in Gryffindor. I didn't want that for Prim or Leo, I don't want them to have to grow up around death eaters but they already are, I don't want voldemort or my father to give them the dark mark like they had me at the ripe, young age of 14, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and thought about a text Mattheo sent me over the break that said (Italics is texts) 'i know you said you'd be busy love and that u would text me when u have time but i had to show you the sunrise from my view' along with the text he sent me a picture of the sunrise that had soft strokes of yellows and oranges, and after the picture he wrote 'i miss you in the morning's when I see the sun' quoting a song that had come up on the speakers at the party we were at one time and since then that song had become our song. I got pulled out of my train of thoughts as I felt my phone vibrate, I pulled out my phone to see there was a text from Mattheo.

Matty: come to my dorm. ive missed you

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Chapter title is from the song Something in the orange by Zach Bryan

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't 'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won't "But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun" Something in the orange tells me we're not done...